HOLY SHIT I BEAT MY SECOND LONGEST CHAPTER BY 3,5k words What the fuck am i doing!?
GOOD news: I finally got this damn chapter done, which opens the way for usj
BAD news: I want and need some extra scenes both for my own satisfaction and for my B-plot
Schrodinger's news: I never really liked multifandoms (I mean 4+ fandoms), but seems like I'm a hypocrite (in a way). I thought a bit and decided to expand a bit on something I'm dying for you to read, which will become the B-plot.
A-plot is Izukus way to be a hero, with bad jokes and stuff
B-plot is me making bad decisions and the characters having to live with it
B-plot will also feature characters from a certain fandom (Gee I wonder what fandom)
Let's see how it goes.
This chapter took way too long and FUCK TOORU and the hairdresser thing which was just to be a funny little anecdote got way too long...scratch that EVERYTHING got too long!
There are parts where I tried to get some emotions going, TRIED
I also member a time where this chapter was supposed to be just a short hop before USJ -.-
... Enjoy, also check arcadium on YT /twitch - it's worth it
Tooru, whose name I certainly did not forget and who I don't hate - because it is her part that did not want to be written - too much to look it up was squirming in place. Her gloves were raised in front of her chest and her shoes were drumming a beat into the ground, one can only guess the rest of her body was similarly charged.
But why was this hero student so jittery?
Was it nerves? The knowledge that soon she would have to go out and face fierce battles like her fellow students?
Was it anticipation? A hidden bloodlust to clash against a foe in a battle of wills?
Was it drive? To prove them all her prowess and to show them that she has earned her place, not just because Aizawa lost track of her and put her in 19th place because Mineta was obviously worse- and a would be rapist.
What was it that holds the normally so cheerful girl in its grip?
'I'M ABOUT TO PISS MYSELF~!' Tooru took off on shoe and twisted the free leg around the other in the old proven technique of holding back. Soon she twisted up and down in an alternative version of the toilet shuffle.
'NNNGGGGGGHHHH~! Why did I need to drink so much juice today!?' she laments, but soon she switches to anger. 'Also, why is there no heater in this damn building? Izu-chan has already gotten All Might-sensei four freshly brewed cups of tea, but I have yet to see how he does it! '
Which was good for Izuku, as no one would have wanted any of his tea, if they knew that they were drinking blue pikmin corpse juice - except Tsuyu that is of course.
... calling it blue pikmin corpse juice may throw her off too - for a moment at least.
Though they should know it anyway, as there was no flowing water (!) in these fake buildings. His black hole of fanatic fan gear may hold gloves, a vacuum sealer, tons of high quality signing paper and All Mights favorite brand of tea bags, but sadly no water.
Ignoring Izukus creative and (slightly) immoral use of his quirk for more pressing matters - literally.
Tooru was reaching her limit, there was no way she would be able to hold it in until the end of the round, not to speak of fighting like this!
'Fucking Shoji!' she cursed 'If he and his damn SUPER HEARING weren't here, I could have warmed myself up - the usual way. But I couldn't even do it during his round because he probably would have smelled it. A normally very stimulating thought, but I would really prefer them doubting their nose and never daring to say anything to confirm.' A feeling from her crotch awakened her from her daydreams. With a dark gaze at Shoji, who has equipped neither extra eyes nor noses, she decides on her course of action.
She never even spares a thought on Jiro, who also has a quirk that allows her to detect her, proving that she was at least a bit sexist.
'Fuck! Nothing to it. Hopefully the shoes work as promised.' With that thought she grabs her rather long hair and three hairclipper that are part of her gloves. She places the first at her nape and gathers her long hair in a wide band, she places the next clipper to keep it even and wide and lifts the ends to her head where she fixates it with the last - forming a pocket of her hair to place her gloves. Checking herself in a reflection in a window she sees that it was far from perfect, but good enough to evade most gazes.
Next puts on her shoe again and turns towards her partner, Todoroki. Smacking her heels against each other while pointing both shoes at him, the shoes vibrate lightly and open up so she can step out easily.
'I better test it to be sure...' she thinks as she crouches down to her shoes, causing dangerous pressure on her bladder. A soft female moan draws Domos attention, but he soon loses interest when he sees nothing suspicious. Behind him Gonzales turns around and snores a bit louder than before.
"Follow target at 2m distance and follow commands." She whispers to her shoelaces, feeling rather stupid, but believing in the support department.
"ACKNowledged!" The way too loud confirmation sounds out and she rushes to press her hands on the WRONGLY NAMED SPY GEAR. 7/10 Points, back to the drawing board.
Glancing around in panic, Tooru exhaled in relief that no one seemed to notice - only to inhale sharply as she almost relaxed too much.
The time for relief is not yet.
With a last check that no one was paying attention she runs to the exit, beginning her search for the nearest bathroom.
In a fake city. And fake buildings. Without plumbing of any kind or running water...
You may ask yourself why the base has no toilet or bathroom or whatever...
Well, that was due to budget.
The automatic animal companion elevator took a lot of space and the white mice only eat imported fresh cheese from swiss. And Brittany the mountain hawk-eagle really can't do without her fresh tibetan spring water or she gets cranky.
There was actually some budget and space leftover, but the rail for the helper robot took a lot of space for pipes...
And his A.I. is very advanced so there was worry he would be bored... so he got a secret entertainment room where the bathroom was supposed to be.
What do you mean 'If only you would take as much effort writing this story as you do for useless trivia and bad jokes'!?
Let's continue...
"Alright! Last but not least! Make your way to your lair, it is time for the final battle of the day! GOOD LUCK!"
Two boys, one with a plant demon on his head, the other followed by an empty pair of shoes, leave the building in one direction.
A naked invisible slightly horny girl that has to do some business goes another.
All Mights eyes narrow, but he decides to observe for now.
Mashirao looked at the pair of shoes following behind Todoroki. He could not shake the feeling that something was wrong, seems like his martial arts training was already bearing fruit in measuring his opponents.
'That walk is so strange! It's as if noone was inside and they were walking on their own, almost!' He subtly tried to analyse the walk cycle, always aware that he was probably staring at a naked girls feet.
'There is no pressure on the toes and it seems as if the push came from the heel! Wtf? Don't tell me that really is an empty pair of shoes!?' A quick look at the stoic uncaring face of the other boy and partner of the shoes and he decides that it is not his problem and that it would probably make the match more fair instead.
Just in case there really was a naked girl in those shoes, with a weird ass walking style, he decided to keep his head straight and focus on himself. Hopefully they reach their building soon, it was really a very awkward silence.
Caesar could not give two fucks about the humans.
Shouto was pleasantly surprised from his partner - with that focus they should be disciplined and aware of their goals - he thought it was a bit strange she already took off her gloves, but he guesses she was a bit over eager. He can understand her somehow, but hopefully she won't make too much of a fuss when he explains the reality of things. He was more than enough for this.
Trail Shoes ver. 1.0 (Being able to build and craft does not mean being able to name)
*Target moving
- no input
-distance maintained : 2 meter*
Now if this program was written someone with less or maybe MORE let's say work ethic..., there would have been the chance of the A.I. malfunctioning now...
As is Powerloader did good work.
Unnoticed by them five red little smurfs waddle into the building.
...
The group reaches their goal and the villains head inside, leaving behind Todoroki and some support gear.
(Meanwhile)
"THERE IS NO FUCKING TOILET ANYWHERE!" Tooru was leaning against the nearest building, holding her aching stomach and sweat was flowing in streams from her invisible brow.
She blanches, probably, and turns to the nearest entrance into the building. "Don't tell me... I have to...!?" She was still in denial, but her body was following its own rules by now.
Another painful clench and a small trickle down her leg.
"SHIT WHATEVER!" And she ran inside.
I personally would have used the roaddrain, fully functional btw - for the cityblock may be fake, but the weather is not, but to each their own I guess...
All Might blanches and rushes to turn off the audio feedback. He closes his eyes and clears his thoughts of all worldly influences.
'Calm. Center. Breath... still almost painless- I could get used to this- and out... You did not hear what you thought you did... You did not see what you thought you did... This building has no camera in the basement, never did... You are Zen and you saw nothing noteworthy, especially not something an UNDERAGE girl may have done... All four students are at the designated lair...' Convinced of the reality of things he opens his eyes and with a negligent motion turns off a monitor that was showing AN EMPTY BASEMENT and nothing more.
A small voice inside him chastises himself for forgetting to tell the students where the toilet was, but then again - she could have gone earlier!
Another part of him was relieved that he wasn't dealing with some sort of spy, which was the reason he decided to wait and see... NOT because she is an UNDERAGE NAKED GIRL and he was old enough to be her father (Izuku sneezes) and technically her grandfather (Rocky sneezes?), of course.
His PR-Management doesn't need to know anything that happened after the last battle. He shudders at the many many many imagined courses they would let him take to protect his image. As if he didn't have the best image possible! He decides to forget about the pencil pushers and their 'bright ideas' and instead focus on the other students again.
Todoroki meets the eyes of his partner, or at least he thinks he does, and explains 'the plan'.
"You can just wait here for a minute while I take care of everything." He says in a stoic tone. For a moment he expects an objection, but he is pleasantly surprised when 'she' just clicks her shoes together as if saluting.
He nods in relief and 'they' spend the rest of preparation time in comfortable silence.
Trail Shoes ver. 1.0
*Target stopped - awaiting input
- "Wait here!" - Acknowledged - setting timer - "One minute" - Acknowledged
-Entering standby mode until target moves*
Mashirao looks at his little partner, then to the room with the bomb, he puts his hands on his hips and sighs deeply from the soul before he stops.
'? Did I just see-?' Mashirao turns back to his partner and is astounded to find five new, slightly smaller figures without hair, but with the same color.
"Uhm... Huh?" He looks at his partner and gets no answer - just as he expected. He lifts his hand to his communicator and connects to base.
"How can I help you young man?" All Mights voice sounds in his ear in a friendly inquiring manner.
Mashirao points at the little group of gremlins and asks. "Can he multiply?"
"Not exactly! We added some henchman for him to make it more fair for your team. Caesars abilities pertain to fire." All Mights explains.
"Where were they on the way here?" He mutters.
"They followed a short distance behind you. I guess you didn't notice because you were distracted..." All Mights voice drifts off and Mashirao has a bad feeling in his gut.
"All Might!?" His voice squeaks as he dreads the answer to the unasked question. All Might starts sputtering as if he was reminded of something he was desperate to forget and rushed out a "Good luck!" before ending the connection.
Mashirao stares blankly into the air and slowly turns to his 'partner'.
Said partner was standing in front of his 'soldiers' and seems to be giving them a rousing speech - the squeaking was endearingly cute and for a moment he was curious what the little one was talking about...
"DRINK OF THE ENEMIES TEARS AND WADE IN THEIR BLOOD!..."
..., but on second thought maybe not.
Having his hunch unintentionally confirmed, he decides to leave the group be and position himself more in the center of the room instead of closer to the door.
He doesn't KNOW that that was the correct choice, but the actions of the other hero make the decision obsolete anyway.
The signal to attack echoes through the building.
(line)
Tooru runs as fast as she can, a lack of shoes less of an obstacle for her than for someone else. This was by far not the first time she sneaked around without some footwear.
Still the asphalt grates on her soles and some small rocks prick them every couple steps, but she has little time to move more carefully - no time at all really! For she heard the signal to attack.
'YAB YAB YAB YAB!' She yells in her head, seems like she is less inclined to curse when she doesn't feel so pressured.
She reaches up to her hair pocket and hastily grabs her gloves, ripping open the 'tailbag' and wincing at the feeling of her scalp protesting the abuse. She fiddles to get them on, almost dropping them as she is still running, but she succeeds and immediately activates the search function that will lead her to her boots.
Thankfully she was closer than she thought and she sprints around the corner to see Todoroki laying his l-left?... RIGHT! his right hand onto the building.
*CLIRR*
Just a moment later, with a sound akin to cracking glas, the building was covered inside and out in a layer of ice about an inch thick.
Todoroki takes off his hand and steps forward, completely disregarding his impressive feat. Just everyday business for the son of the number two hero!
Shivering, desperately clutching herself Tooru forces herself to walk closer, to contribute or to get some shoes on her freezing feet is unclear. Sadly before she reaches her shoes they start moving and move onward into the building, following Todoroki.
Tooru swallows a curse.
Mashirao blinks and looks around in stupefied dread.
Everywhere he looked was a sizeable layer of ice, on the floor, on the wall, on the ceiling, on the bomb and also...
"OI! Are you guys okay!?" He shouts at the little bump of ice with a red center, but he receives no answer.
As he tries to step closer he almost falls flat, if not for the cause of his stumble also preventing his fall. Even his shoes were covered in a thick layer of ice, trapping him on the spot.
He tries to get himself free and his trained muscles are strong enough to crack the ice a bit, but not enough to break it.
THANKFULLY HIS TAIL IS FREE, but just as he is about to figure out the best method to free himself without hurting himself, he hears the sound of footsteps on the ice.
*clack clack clack*
The person approaching was clearly wearing shoes and the other was heavily expected to be absent, so that left only one conclusion.
"T-Todoroki!" He stutters. As if summoned the other boy steps around the corner, his hero costume and the dimmed lighting drawing his uncovered face in shadows and making his red lense glow ominously. The son of the 'Red Reaper' was here to take his due.
Mashirao felt his legs shake, even though his costumes fur collar insulated him plenty against the cold.
'I-It's no use! What am I supposed to do!? His quirk is just too strong!' He wailed in his head.
Mashirao was stuck...
He could easily free himself with his tail and jump closer with a spin to whack said tail across his opponents face, seeing as he only a few small steps away, leaving him little time to act or dodge, both of which hampered by the ice.
An attack would force him to either defend himself with a wall, giving Mashirao more time and also cutting the hero off from the bomb he is supposed to retrieve, or he would take out Mashirao by encasing him completely in ice, which would result in a massive block of heavy ice hitting his body because he jumped too high for the ice to connect with the ground, rendering Todoroki most likely unconscious or at least wounded, with the added benefit of maybe breaking free his partner in the resulting crash...
As is Mashirao just stood there like a little child caught by his eldest brother playing with stuff he wasn't supposed to touch and averting his eyes to cover his shame. (Onii-san!?)
As he averts his eyes his gaze lands on a certain red bump on the floor, or what used to be a bump and was now an enraged flaming plant demon flying through the air and SLAPPING the shit out of Todorokis face on contact.
Todoroki crashes to the floor, his cheek stinging and burning, gazing in disbelief at the little flaming anger spirit standing on his chest and squeaking at him.
* a moment earlier in the icy cavern of Building B12 floor 1 room 3 some steps left of the door - aka - Caesars Cave*
(Disclaimer: Events may not play out in reality as described)
Caesar stomps in utter rage, cracking the ground his eye are two red pits of wrathful flame. His 'hands' shake in sheer fury and it is taking all of his nonexistent selfcontrol to keep from incinerating this building. He looks at the walls of his ICE prison.
This will not stand!
He turns to his loyal soldiers, stoically awaiting their orders, a prime example of discipline and the steel will of his minions. Their gazes are pointed straight ahead and not even one blink is out of order, if they blink at all...
Their discipline manages to calm his raging heart, or whatever he has in that regard, and he focuses his wrath into his flames instead.
"BURN." He orders.
He and his soldiers ignite into the flames of hell they spawned from and their 'prison' vaporizes into steam. Caesars eyes narrow and he files away the strange reaction for later.
As the ice disappears he finally sees the form of his cursed enemy who dared to use ICE against HIM! For that audacity he will experience a thousand and one damnations.
"CURSED FIEND! YOUR ICE IS NO MATCH FOR ME! GROVEL BEFORE ME FOR YOUR OFFENSE OR SQUIRM AS YOU FEEL MY FLAMES IN RETRIBUTION!" Caesar thunders to his enemy.
But he is ignored.
RAGE! WRATH! FURY! Pure anger pounds through his veins and he was absolutely livid beyond any point of compare.
How dare that stinking monkey ignore him!?
His flames cut off, surprisingly, and he turns around to his soldiers, the gears in his mind turning.
"If you won't come to me, then that means I'll have to kill you over there." He mutters to himself.
His eyes scan the ice surrounding them and he gives a quick command to his soldiers to carve out a sizeable piece of ice and bring it to him.
The soldiers do as ordered and use their flame to carve out a chunk and bring it back as ordered.
"Formation C! Surround the ice with as much coverage as possible, trap the steam so it will only go in one direction. Leave open the front, ignite on my immediately after." Once he gave his orders he takes place in front of the uncovered ice and waits for the right moment.
Once his target is a step from alignment he shouts. "FIRE!" And his soldiers ignite in flame by a fiery backslap from his burning feeler.
The ice, surrounded by hot flames on almost all sides, immediately explodes into steam and Caesar is hurled through the air-
Right towards Todoroki.
Using his feeler Caesar starts spinning in the air and so the burning leaf of his feeler lands with great impact straight on Todorokis cheek. The leaf was curled and was acting akin to a fist, but echoed like a open handed slap.
*SLAP*
The force of the punch, the combined power of Caesars flame, fury and might, added by his explosive start, causes his enemy to topple over and fall heavily on his back.
He manages to catch hold on the way down and is now positioned on the vulnerable body of his enemy poised to strike him for his audacity.
"That was only the start, Bitch!" He snarls.
Todoroki (and Mashirao) watch in bewilderment at the little squeaking figure on his chest. Todoroki makes to grab and freeze the little gremlin, but he suddenly bursts into flame before he makes contact and he flinches back as memories of another flame assault him.
In the time he is assaulted by his mind the other Reds reach them and start grabbing and moving his arms. As he comes back he can only stare in suppressed horror at the flaming demon standing on his chest as his arms are bound by smoldering rope.
"Todoroki captured!" All Mights voice booms out in astounded glee. He never doubted Izukus quirk for a second! In the background shocked exclamations from their classmates are heard.
"Let this be a lesson to not turn your back on me you little Bitch! MUAHAHAHA!" Caesar throws his head back in satisfaction and the other boys wonder what the adorable squeaking is about.
Mashirao is frozen stiff, not in fear or because of the ice, but because of sheer shame. While he was doubting and second guessing himself, this little one he always mentally underestimated took action and actually managed to capture the mighty son of the number second hero.
Mashirao does not know if it was just a matter of surprise and incredulity on Todorokis part or if Midoriyas quirk was just that overwhelming, but the results were clear. The arguably strongest was captured by a quirk companion the size of a large action figure while he did nothing.
Further thoughts were interrupted by a strange noise.
*flap flap flap*
*SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP*
All eyes focus on the door -
"MUHAHAHA FEAR ME! WORSHIP ME! See my form and know greatness! HAHA!"
- all human eyes focus on the door.
*flap flap*
A blue sneaker passed the threshold, followed by another, both 'walking' towards the bomb and Todoroki who lies nearby.
Todoroki is momentarily shocked and a spark of hope ignites in his chest before immediately sputtering out. 'Why didn't you take your shoes off!?' laments the one covering every surface in ice. Other issues ignored for the moment.
Mashirao gasps and tenses in shock, but immediately relaxes when he realizes what it was. He turns to secure Todoroki and free up the Reds and Caesar when another sound reaches his ears, or rather sounds, faintly heard from down the hall.
*slap slap slap* "Brrrrrrr, hah hah oh god what the fuck Todoroki! And i thought you were hot! FFffff-" The rest is swallowed down, but it is clear that someone is not having a good time in this winter wonderland.
*slap slap-* "Ah-mh!" It is absolutely and without a doubt obvious that Todorokis invisible partner finally found time to come to the group. If the rather unstealthy approach wasn't enough then it would be the puffs of air visible because of the air or the sound of her shattering teeth.
Truly the invisible NAKED girl could have had a better partner than Mr Ice Cold.
Tooru immediately understand the situation and with a heavy heart gives up on her comfy warm looking shoes and instead takes course towards the bomb - as sneakily as she can.
Mashirao and Todoroki watch the sniffling, teeth clattering puffs of air as they slowly make way towards the bomb. Their is the sound of slipping bare feet once and a muffled girly shriek.
Todorokis and Mashiraos eyes meet and for a moment they are not enemies, but two very confused boys in an uncomfortable situation pertaining a girl, a naked girl. (Did I mention she is naked because she is naked. Just making sure that her state of undress is clear...naked)
The tailed boy brakes the eye contact and shakes his head before awkwardly taking place between the bomb and the approaching puffs of misery.
"Erm- Uhm- HALT Hero! - urm please?" He did not know what to do with his hands and he shook them through the air trying to mentally push the girl away from him.
The puffs come closer and he stumbles back. "Sto- STOP! UWAH!" His feet are still frozen in the eyes and as he tries to step back he falls back, but is able to catch his fall midway with the help of his tail.
As he tries to keep his balance and stand back up again he intuitively extends his arms in front to help - straight towards the approaching hero.
Time slows down and Mashirao is experiencing everything at hyperspeed.
In his mind he can see the future as clearly as a teenage boy in the middle of puberty can possibly see.
His hands change from a outstretched form towards a cupping one against his own will. His teenage anxiety, shyness, honour and morals intervene in the last moments and make him twist to the side. Preserving his honour, standing in the eyes of the class and his hands virginity, but also costing him a sprained ankle and a cramp in his tail as he crashes to the floor with a shout of exertion.
Tooru, her eyes closed in agony, stumbles on, unaware of the things happening. 'Just a bit more Tooru! They don't know you're here and once you touch the bomb you can get warm again!'
(Meanwhile with All Might)
Toshinoris heart goes out to young Ojiro, but it takes all of his impressive will to not avert his eyes in secondhand shame. As spectacular this round started, as pathetic the last battle of the day ended.
His eyes wander over to a button on the side that would activate infrared to more easily follow young Hagakure's progress, but he hesitates.
Either it won't work, which was likely, or it would and he would be able to see EVERYTHING.
He ignores the button and tries to guess when she reaches the bomb.
"Should be good..." He mutters.
"HEROES WIN!"
Tooru stops some steps in front of the bomb, confused but ultimately uncaring. She turns around and almost dives on her shoes resting next to her partner on the ground.
As she puts them on she moans in deep relief and Ojiro blushes deeply, Shouto cocks his head in confusion.
Noticing that things seem to be over, Caesar reluctantly jumps off of Todorokis chest and turns to go to his 'horse' before changing his mind and gathering up his soldiers. He gives a mental command and the five collapse into flaming seed which he gathers inside him before with one last smug haughty look at his beaten foe he bursts into flame.
Todoroki cannot explain what happens, but he hast the feeling of something leaving.
As the flame dies down a blank pikmin is left behind. Neither hair nor eyes nor leaf, just a white shell. Todoroki stares blankly before enveloping the figure in ice. Once frozen he knocks it over and the figure shatters, Todoroki huffs and stands up crushing the remains beneath his left food. He thaws the rest of the building and burns the shards under his foot until nothing remains.
Back with Izuku a 'new' Caesar pops out of Izukus onion and starts squeaking to his siblings.
"Did you see? In front of me they are all just worms." He boasts. Domo decides to speak up.
"Acknowledged! You know you lost the match right?" The yellow troublemaker asks. Caesar frowns in confusion, for that is impossible. He clearly killed his opponent and proved his own superiority. Domo was just being a yellow bastard again.
Susume decides to intervene and stops Domo from speaking anything further. "You were impressive, Brother." She praises in a soft and motherly voice. Caesar snorts haughtily and swaggers over to 'his human'.
Katsuki looks down at the little arrogant shit and grins against his own will. "Little shit." He mutters almost fondly. He recalls his own shocked reaction at Todorokis powerful quirk and decides to let him have his moment.
Kirishima, Ashido, Izuku and Ochaco exchange looks and smile.
Kirishima walks over to Caesar, crouches down and extends a fist. "That was seriously manly dude!" He cheers.
Caesar looks a bit weirded out but only huffs and knocks his stumpy arm against the fist. If anyone asks he just wanted to push him away.
All Might smiles widely at such heroic spirit and he claps Izuku on the shoulder like a proud father. Izuku does not know why HE got the special praise, but he will certainly not reject it. The place All Might touched him feels warm and he inadvertently stands taller.
In the corner of his eyes Toshinori sees that the others have arrived and he goes back to stand in front of the class again.
"Alright! For the last time today! Time for an analysis! Who wants to go first? I understand that there were special circumstances this round so take your time!" He says.
The class was silent, it was indeed a difficult fallout for this battle, added by the fact that everyone technically used only one move - if you can call it that in regards to Ojiro and Tooru.
Todoroki used Freeze.
Caesar used RAGE.
Ojiro used Teen Angst.
And Tooru used Naked Girl.
Looking at it a certain way - Caesar was the only one actually fighting and he was to be the 'plus one', nice going heroes...
After a long moment someone surprising lifts his hand for a comment. It was Kaminari!
"Todorokis quirk was really cool!" He grins at his (lame) joke. "It's so powerful, he iced the whole building and turned the playing field to his own advantage! He totally should have won." Kaminari gives Shouto a thumbs-up and stands back again looking very pleased with his summary. All Might sweat drops and clears his throat.
"Erm... Yes." He turns to Todoroki with an apologetic smile. "While I'm sure your father would have been very pleased with the usage of your powerful quirk-" All Might lifts a finger to continue and misses Shouto flinching as if struck "- you also completely ignored the potential of your partner..." All Might trails of a bit as he realizes the problem in that regard, but he shakes it off and continues. Thankfully Todoroki didn't notice the problem with his partner.
"Furthermore, while your quirk is certainly strong, you were too sure of yourself and left yourself wide open to an attack by someone unaffected by your ice. I can understand if you thought that little Caesar was weak to ice, because of his plant based appearance, BUT you could also have known about his fire powers if you paid attention in the tests yesterday." All Might says, all but admitting that he was secretly watching the whole thing, or maybe only Izuku...
Shouto is still too shaken by the father comment, and everything else that happened that day, to answer. It is unclear if he forgot or if he just thought his own power strong enough for it to not matter.
All Might gives him an encouraging smile (number 24) , but notices that Shouto was still a 'bit down' so he tries to cheer him up a bit more. "Don't worry young man! You still made a great first step towards being a great hero! Tell you what? I am due to speak with Endeavour anyway, so I can tell him how proud he can be to have helped you this far!"
"GUH!" Shouto has no words.
"No need for that!" All Might says, misinterpreting his trauma for embarrassment. "It gladdens my heart that he has such a close bond to you as a father! Sadly my own life was always too hectic and unsafe to build a family." He says wistfully looking at Iz- or not. After he has done enough damage for the authors taste he turns to the class and means them to continue.
After the first commenter failed so spectacularly, the class was less afraid of saying something wrong.
But before anyone can say anything, Kirishima lifts his fist with a shout and bellows. "Caesar was so freaking manly, I still got shivers!" Finishing with a wide sharp smile.
In the background Kaminari says "Dude that's Todorokis quirk!" But he get's ignored by all.
Kirishima continues animatedly, his smile never waning. "Not only shrugged he off the ice like it was nothing, but then he used it to his own advantage! Flying through the air like a frickin BOSS! The attack was so manly Todoroki had no chance but to fall down! He and his dudes managed to take out the strongest player!" Kirishima was raining praise down on Caesar, unknowingly making his head swell and gaining a special little place in his nonexistent heart.
Toshinori brightens up like the sun on a hot summer day, the joy behind his smile like a physical force, surely this teacher was not biased at all.
"EXACTLY! Little Caesar has shown incredible fighting spirit and ingenuity! He turned a weakness into a strength and managed to turn around the battle single handedly! Or well, depending how you look at it... You know what I mean!" All Might beams at Caesar and gives him the finger guns. Caesar scoffs and squeaks something about how it was only natural, but no one's listening anymore.
In a yellow sock a white dark haired figure burrows deeper and grumbles.
"Sadly-" Toshinori's right brow almost seemed to twitch in annoyance, but that was imposible of course! "-you still lost in the end." Was that an annoyed look at Ojiro or a trick of the light? HAHA, the answer should be obvious! "But don't let that deter you! There are things that are just out of your control sometimes." As impossible as it sounds, All Mights smile seemed a bit strained by now.
The students look at each other in confusion, but can't figure out what's wrong. Clearing her throat Momo speaks up.
"Ojiro-san..." She hesitates and Mashirao visibly wilts. Momo clears her throat again and starts anew. "He started with an disadvantage, because he could not formulate a plan with his partner. Both because of language issues and most likely even behavioural difficulties." She mutters the last part lowly, seems like she has figured out Caesar a bit from watching him and his 'parent'.
"BUT" She continues more strongly. "It was no ones fault, but his own that he was caught in Todoroki-kuns initial attack. Furthermore, while he was trapped in the ice by his feet, his tail was still free and not influenced by the cold at all. He should have been able to free himself with a tailstrike and engage Todoroki in close combat, which would have turned the battle into his favor seeing as he has some training in the martial arts, I believe." She looks at Mashirao for confirmation.
Said boy looks as if he would like the earth to swallow him whole and gives a weak shame filled nod. At her prodding he adds. "I've been training in Karate since I was little..." Momo only nods and continues, Kaminari comes around and gently pats Mashiraos shoulder in consolation. Mashirao feels worse.
"In close quarters Todoroki would have been forced to use his quirk more moderately lest he damage the bomb. Which..." She stops and turns to All Might. "You didn't say anything pertaining that so I guess it was alright in this case, but I still wonder about freezing a bomb like that..." She trails off, unsure how to formulate her problem, but thankfully all Might only waves and nods.
"Quite alright my dear! It is true that freezing the bomb was a bit of a gamble, but the bomb chosen this time would not be affected by low temperatures, only high ones." He says, blatantly lying through his teeth. The poor innocent students gobble it up because they would never fathom the number one hero and paragon of humanity would lie so brazenly to them.
All Might continues, digging the hole ever deeper, but through sheer dumb luck and happenstance he happens to tell the truth.
"For first years, the first lesson no less, damage that would possibly set off the bomb - thereby making the heroes lose- is ignored, unless it is blatantly obvious. Same for securing it. A bomb of that size, or any bomb really, is not secured just because you are touching it. You obviously have to de-arm it, but that is for later years." He explains.
Bakugo feels embarrassment for a split-second, before realizing that he technically participated at a higher level than the others and a feeling of superiority replaces it. He gives a smug look to Izuku and his childhood friend immediately realizes the cause of his smugness. Sweat dropping he nods like a parent acknowledging a toddlers latest 'masterpiece' (Hai Hai~), Ochaco watching from the side desperately tries to suppress her laughter.
Momo, not noticing any of that, returns to her rating of Ojiros performance.
"Ahem anyway- Todoroki-kun didn't know that and would most likely have held back on his quirk, allowing Ojiro-san to engage him in close combat, where he would have a distinct advantage because of his own quirk, his training and over 4000 years of chinese martial arts." Todoroki does not react at the comment of holding back and has entered a state of mental numbness after he realized he had nothing left to do today. Freed from the focus of coming battle he could try to deal with everything he learned and experienced today. On that note- he wouldn't have held back.
"Instead he gave up on the fight before it even really started, too intimidated by Todorokis quirk." She glances off to the side in embarrassment. "And then..." She stops and blushes lightly and All Might nods and gives her a gentle smile, a slightly lopsided one.
"It's alright my dear. Ojiro-kun!" He turns to the boy. "As a man and person of honour I can understand your reluctance to fight your opponent to some point, but as a hero I must reprimand you for your failure! Justice is unisex! And as such you are duty bound to deal with a villain no matter what gender they have, if you want to be a true hero!" One could start to think the beloved hero was feeling a bit cold to the tailed boy, as that was the most harsh critique of the day. But still very useful and important advice.
Ojiro turns away, his face completely red, and mumbles something.
"Hm?" All might enquiries.
"Bec'se..she..w's n'k'd..." Ojiro mumbles.
Thankfully All Might understood without Ojiro having to speak up more clearly - as if EVERYONE didn't already know what the problem was, everyone except Tooru.
Toshinori looks distinctly uncomfortable and his eyes dodge the floating gloves in the room. "Ahem! Yes... right. That would be- ... that." It may not be obvious, but Toshinori has no fucking idea what to say about that as he wrings with his oversized costumes neckline. Bakugo does not share the same problem and he has never heard such bullshit before.
"WHAT!?" He explodes in outrage. Such an IDIOTIC reason to LOSE? Worse, throw the match?! GET FUCKING REAL!
He gets into Ojiros face and looks two seconds from changing the rooms temperature and oxygen level.
"You get distracted by some pervert with an exhibition fetish and you think to be a hero!? If you don't have what it takes then get the fuck out of my face and stop wasting my time!" Katsuki finishes with little pops of explosions from his palm.
The class is in a riot. The boys blush at the thought of a naked girl with 'special interests', the girls gasp in outrage at Katsukis accusations, Kirishima lifts an arm as if to calm Bakugo down ("Bro, chill"), Ochaco worriedly points at Bakugo to Izuku only to get a flat stare and Tooru shrieks in outrage that someone so blatantly exposed her. She was both parts shocked and excited. Her mouth shrieks "What are you saying!? I'M NOT A PERVERT!", but her body knows the truth.
Momo, deciding to be a voice of reason, walks up to Bakugo and asks. "Why do you say she is a pervert? Her quirk is as much a part of her as your own!"
Bakugo points a finger at the floating gloves and snarls "She's naked!?" With the same tone as if he had to explain to some idiot that one plus one equals two. Momo didn't get his point. "Well yeah? She has to be? Her quirk only renders herself invisible and not her clothes?" She says unsure of the problem.
Katsuki grinds his teeth in frustration that someone that seemed so smart at first was so fucking stupid! "She doesn't have to be!" He snarls.
The rest of the class looks as lost as Yaoyorozu and he growls like a beast two seconds from a rampage.
"You can get a costume that is attuned to you! When you use your quirk it acts like your own body so you don't destroy it every time and end up naked! Like that purple pervert showing off her ass all the time!" He explains in a calm manner.
"Oh you mean-!"
"Shut the fuck up DEKU! I don't need your nerding right now!" More explosions and a pointed glare from Katsuki.
Izuku mouths 'Mountain Lady' to a curious Kirishima who nods in realization.
Katsukis eye twitches, but he continues where he left off.
"She has no reason to be naked! She's just some pervert who gets off of it!" The fact that she seemingly values getting off more than giving it her all to become a hero, seems to offend him the most.
All Might, finally presented with something he has actual experience with, jumps in to save the day conversation.
"One moment young man! I understand your anger, but there is a reason for that! You see to craft those kind of costumes the crafters need A LOT of material and gene samples. The most efficient way is in hair, but that still requires a lot of it." He looks at Asuis monster of a ponytail and points. "About three times that amount, and more for a complete body suit and shoes." Astounding the class.
"SO MUCH!?" (Mina)
"WHAT!?" (Sero)
"I always wondered how that worked..." (Izuku)
"You didn't know?" (Momo)
"So? You can still get it done in a day." (Bakugo)
"That's gonna take forever! - What did you say Bro?" (Kirishima)
CUT! I'll leave the scrapped bit in because I like the idea, if you want to skip unnecessary stuff go to the next thick line.
Bakugo cocks an eyebrow in question "Why would it take forever? Just go to a barber!" Bakugos obvious answer earns many confused stares, much to his irritation. "Barber?" asks Iida, which is a bit of a surprise, considering his family, but he also seems the kind to spend some time with a ruler in front of the mirror every morning.
"ARE YOU FUCKING BABIES!? You can't tell me you don't know no fucking hairdresser!" The class all flinch back from his anger, except a confused Momo, who has a private stylist and as such enough experience with the profession and Izuku who as a childhood friend of Katsuki knows about his parents work. Jiro also looks confused about the problem and Uraraka looks down not meeting anyones face with a light expression of shame on her face.
(ANYONE ELSE!? Trying to do something here and this class is full of special privilege children!)
All Might looks surprised that so many kids in his class know what a barber is, himself having met his first one late in his twenties. (Which is technically a plot hole because he is an orphan, but I acknowledged it so you can't touch me!)
... shit
Change of plans
I tried to do something to explain Anime hair that is always perfect and never grows except after timeskips, but it doesn't work out
Tried to make something like a hairdresser mafia, where they posses and breed hair controlling quirks and they control and tax the growth of hair of the people
Which is why Uraraka was so down - she can't pay the tax and has to cut her hair daily so others won't notice
their confusion would be because the get 'registered' when they are young and so they can't remember them
except for special cases people wouldn't even know about a hairdresser until their older and living on their own
Wanted to add a bit that vine girl from 2b would get 'Breeding offers' and so on
It doesn't work out because one hair dresser managing and controlling over 100000 peoples hair is just not good for me
The numbers just don't work
The new joke with them just not knowing the word is also wonky BUT FUCK IT
Return to story
Bakugo cocks an eyebrow in question "Why would it take forever? Just go to a barber!" Bakugos obvious answer earns many confused stares, much to his irritation. "Barber?" asks Iida, which is a bit of a surprise, considering he seems the type to have read the dictionary in his free time, twice, for fun.
"ARE YOU FUCKING BABIES!? You can't tell me you don't know no fucking hairdresser!" He explodes.
"OH That's what you mean! Why didn't you say so immediately?" asks Sero.
"I'LL FUCKING-!" "How would that help, dude?" Kirishima's timely intervention spares Sero from experiencing a slow painful death.
Bakugo glares one last time at Sero ('I'm watching you!'), but then he lets out a deep breath and answers the question. The tip of his ears were a bit red, either from anger or from embarrassment from using the wrong word.
"Most ba- HAIRDRESSER- have connections to someone with a hair growing quirk. You just drink some disgusting protein shake and tough out the growing part and you got all the hair you need!" He says, scratching his head at the memory.
"Protein Shake?" asks Sato.
"Material for the hair to grow, but they said adding to the taste would mess with the efficiency. Which is a load of bull if you ask me!"
"'Tough it out'?" asks a slightly freaked out Tooru.
"It's a weird mix of pain and terrible itching. Made me almost mad." ("Almost") coughs Kaminari earning a slap on the head from Jiro.
"How the hell do you know that!?" In comes Mina asking the real questions.
"That's none of your fucking busi-!" "His parents are fashion designers and sometimes they model themselves, at least Auntie does..." Izuku jumps in only to end muttering.
MORE EXCITEMENT!
"Fashion designer!?" "What brand!?" Mina and Tooru were on the case like bloodhounds on a fresh trail.
"AS IF I'D-!" "TAIBAKU*" "DEKU I'LL RIP OUT YOUR FUCKING STALK IF YOU DON'T SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!" The bond between childhood friends is something special and beautiful and ripe with blackmail material.
(* Great ambition is Taibō(Google) Baku from their name to make it like great explosion - explode with ambition or something like that
You get the idea)
Off to the side Toshinori wilts as the classes attention escapes his control more and more. As he slumps in his seat and sips his tea Susume comes over and starts comforting him. Momo joins and gives him a gentle back massage. All Might cheers up a bit. (Izuku will remember that)
"'Taibaku'?! My brother swears on their training clothes and suits! He once told me it was the closest you could get to a hero costume while wearing something off the job. Please pass on our thanks to your parents!" Iidas arm was chopping the air as he tries to express his thankfulness for his brothers favorite pair of pants.
(What did you do today? I wrote this really strange sentence. Is everything alright? I'm very tired. ... are you gonna let this in? yes It's not gonna help the quality of this story if you do Let me have this!)
"You know them Iida-kun?" asks Uraraka, making him stop chopping, much to the sadness of Domo.
"Yes" slips up his glasses "they are specialised on casual wear and dresses for heroes off duty-." "-And young spirits with the ambition for greatness!" Bakugos smug tone leaves no doubt what he means, but the others are more interested at his sudden intervention.
Realizing what he did Katsuki blushes and starts yelling. "So you know it's fucking quality, you losers!"
Kirishima and Mina exchange looks and laugh softly. "That's awesome, dude!" "Really great Baku!" Another thought enters Minas mind and her eyes gain a dangerous glint to them. "Did you model, too? and more importantly, do you have pics!?" she asks while shaking Bakugos shoulders.
The lure of such pics draws the attention of the rest of the class and they too glamor for 'the goods'.
Katsuki was standing alone against the tide of ravenous beasts, greed in their eyes, their mouths open in a choir of want. Their thirst for sensation rendering them inhuman. How is this lone soul to fight such madness?
He doesn't. "I have some!" Because Izuku has pics and no inhibitions with sharing them.
"DEKU!" That's it! Friendship with Izuku ended, now Ochaco is my new best friend. "Why do you even have those!?" He asks a very legitimate question.
Meanwhile the class is admiring the pics.
"Bakugo! You have sisters? You all look so similar! Do you come after your Mother?" Mina was gushing over the pics on Izukus phone, ignoring Katsukis confused blinking, but while she loved it it wasn't what she was looking for, or so she thinks.
("Your older sister is really hot!" says Kaminari.
"Your little sister is sooooo cute!" gushes Tooru)
"Izu-kun, I love the pics, but i thought you had some of Katsuki! These are all of his sisters!" Mina used pouting lip on Izuku, it was way too effective. Stammering with a red face, Izuku replies.
"K-Kacchan has no sisters." Then there was silence as everyone tried to make sense of that statement, but before a solution to that riddle could be found, Katsuki intervenes with a seriously creeped out look on his face. Like Izuku crouched down to lick his feet while moaning and now he is re-evaluating everything he knew about him. "Why do you have pictures of me and the old hag modeling on your phone?"
Which is already a spicy image, for who doesn't like old veiny legs and saggy wrinkly breasts accented by a feather boa - or whatever your image of a modelling old hag is-, but the reality is so much better... or worse.
Imagine your friend - no your CHILDHOOD friend- you grew up together your practically brothers, or cousins at least...
And he has multiple pictures of your mother and you modelling.
So far so good, but let's go deeper to really appreciate the whole mess.
Your a boy. A bit more strange, but maybe they are cool photos.
It's of when you were a little child. That's a bit more worrisome, but maybe they are blackmail. Except Izuku wouldn't do that and Katsuki would never be blackmailed by something like that.
It's one of those sessions where you were dressed as a girl... A picture of yourself as a 7-year old pretty girl would be questionable on anyone's phone except your mother's, but Katsuki KNOWS that Izuku is not a pedophile and strictly interested in girls. REAL and OLDER girls.
The photos also show your mother, which in this case would be Mitsuki. A young, sexy Mitsuki who looks half her age and whose wearing a stunning dress with a 'come-hither' look on her face. Also she could be your twin if not for age and gender.
All that and so much more on a fifteen year old boys phone.
Before Katsuki can decide how to react to such knowledge, his eyes meet Izukus, who looks at him without shame, but for a slither of amusement as he is aware how this pictures can be taken.
"It's those, Kacchan." Izuku says. Wonderful answer, by the way- 'It's THAT, you know? THAT -, but Katsuki knows what he means.
Once, just once Mitsuki managed to get the famous photographer hero Shutter Eye to come and take photos for her. The resulting photos were spectacular.
These are the ones Izuku is showing to the class right now.
By now Katsukis question has penetrated the class's collective minds.
"""WHAT!?/ NANI!?""" They all focus more closely on the pictures, seeing the subtext they couldn't before in their manic hunt for 'goods'. Many photos cover a small pretty girl with a fierce red-eyed gaze and long blond hair. Small, pretty, but never weak. The little girl owns the gaze of the viewer with calm confidence.
"That's you, bro? You look awesome!" gushes Kirishima.
"DUDE! You're a little girl!" wheezes Kaminari as he laughs at Katsukis 'shame'.
"Well, DUH?" Katsuki just looks down at the laughing boy in annoyed confusion, cocking his eyebrow and pointing at the boy he turns to Sero. "The fuck?" He asks.
Sero scratches his cheek and searches for the right words. "Isn't it kinda... you know... as a boy to dress as a girl and all. That is... you know... Uhm." Helplessly he turns to Kirishima for help. "Right!?"
But Kirishima thinks different. "Bro that is so FRICKIN MANLY!" Kirishima sheds some tears at the sheer awesomeness that is Katsuki in his mind.
Kaminari stops laughing, seconds before the girls would have eviscerated him, and turns incredulous to the redhead.
"'Manly'!? This is the complete opposite of it! He's wearing a dress and all! Long hair, make-up, I bet he is wearing panties!" Kaminari points at the photo.
"Should I have gone without like some fucking pervert?" Katsuki points at Tooru. ("OI!")
On that note I would like to clarify that he was wearing briefs, if that's the right word. Underwear for boys, not that it really matters because he is seven and underwear should be unisex at this point. Right? Maybe I should check... (FBI OPEN UP!) or maybe not.
Despite Katsuki never saying so, Kaminari is now convinced that at least once in his life, Katsuki was wearing girls underwear. The rest of the class understands what Katsuki meant.
Kirishima doesn't care about Katsukis underwear, at this point in time, and instead looks for one picture he saw that best explained why Bakugo was a man on men. It was this picture he was looking for that caused Izuku to save this shooting session on his phone.
"Look at this!" Kirishima found what he was looking for and holds it up for Kaminari and the class to see.
"Oh my! Shutter eye is one of the best photographers I know, but he really went plus ultra in this!" Toshinori, not wanting to be left out (and wanting to see the sexy lady everyone was gushing about) praises the work of his fellow hero once he lays eyes on it.
One picture stands out among the rest, a little story in two images drawing the eye like a shining light.
A grown woman in a regal dress, shoulders free, her bosom hugged sensually and a large slit on the side of her dress up to her hip sits on a throne as the primary focus. Her eyelids are lowered in an expression of superiority and her blonde hair shrouds her like a golden mane. She looks like a queen, a predator, a lioness. In her eyes shine pride, ambition, willpower and a challenge. This woman will not ask, she will take and as she sits on the throne of her empire her eyes are focused on a little girl in front of her. Her arm outstretched as to accept an offering.
'Shine, little one. At my side you can be Great and I will hand you a place my Kingdom.'
The girl is obviously her daughter, her red eyes holding the same power and will as her mother. She is dressed like a princess, a long dress with frills and precious stones, her hair trails her back in a straight line. She is turned away from her mother and one hand is gripping her shoulder to rip away the dress, something else shines red beneath. Her face is determined and scowling, a sneer marrs her perfect face.
'I AM Great! Keep your leftovers!'
In the second picture the little girl is in focus, now dressed in a red sports jacket and shirt, the scraps of her dress falling from her hand as she steps away, her legs clad in leggings and her ballet shoes replaced by running shoes. Her long hair is now trimmed shorter at shoulder length and even wilder than her mothers. Her eyes are filled with the fire of ambition and a lust for battle. Her mouth stretched in to a wide toothy grin, her canines appear sharp and deadly.
'The world is mine for the taking!'
In the background the queen sits back on her throne, the outstretched hand now on her heart. A new expression on her face the little girl cannot see. Her smile was kind, completely different from her former ferociousness and her eyes held so many emotions as she gazed at her little fierce dragon. Gentle, loving, sad, happy, motherly and so proud that words cannot cover their depth.
'I know.'
The class felt a shiver and all, even Kaminari, understood what Kirishima meant and why Izuku has it saved on his phone. Something of this magnitude deserves no shame, but even so Katsuki wouldn't have felt any.
Because in a dress or uniform, as a boy or girl, Katsuki will be himself.
And he will be great.
"Woah..." Kaminari breathes, before turning to Izuku, "Do you also model?" Jarring the class with his bright question and breaking the mood beyond repair.
Izuku blushes brightly and looks away, and just like that Katsuki gets his revenge. "That album also has a shot of Deku and Auntie Inko." With those words and a smile Katsuki snatches the phone and starts scrolling.
"All Might... All Might... Mt Ladys ass, really Deku? ("I wanted a good photo, but she always waves it around!")... All Might...Gang Orca... All Might... Various shots of Susume? ("For her Herobook account.")... All Might... Here it is! Next to All Might photo #2498..." The class turns incredulous to the manic fanboy, who blushes and turns away. All Might doesn't react.
Once they look at the photo the hormonal boys start blushing, the kinder boys start smiling widely and the collective girls let out a loud 'AAAWWWWW' as they melt away.
The picture shows a much younger Izuku in casual clothes of jeans and hoodie standing in the front. The smile on his face is as wide and bright as the sun, and strangely familiarity, but the class couldn't place it. His fist was raised and cocked to show his readiness to take on the world and save the day!
In the background his mother, for the green hair gave it away, crouches down, wearing a bright green summer dress that emphasizes her youth, beauty and charm. The smile she wears as she gazes at her little angel holds all the love of the world and still some more. Slightly petite with curves in all the right places, this mother was the dream of the whole neighborhood.
Toshinori tries to take in the whole picture, but his eyes are drawn to Izuku and his wide smile. His chest becomes warm with strange emotions he cannot place and something in his chest constricts.
(Inside Ofa)
Shimura Nana, seventh holder of the mystical One For All, stands in front of the bright shadow of her successor. Relentlessly pounding at the construct of light and mist her face holds endless frustration.
"Damn neanderthal! I swear you weren't so thick when I adopted you! Did Sorahiko hit you too hard?" The figure of her beloved student doesn't answer.
"Wait! LOOK. AT. THE. MOTHER. STUPID! MOTHER!" The rest of the former holders watch in amusement. FIVE figures exchange bemused glances and laughter as they watch the frustrated attempts of the seventh for the eighth to get the same happiness she got to experience.
I a corner of the realm of OFA a seventh figure huddles close to the ground, his hands clasped in front of him as if to hide something from the others sight. A paranoid glance over his shoulder and then the figure settles.
The first holder of OFA and brother to mankind's greatest evil, stares down at his hands.
"INCREDIBLE! Real #######!"
"THE MOTHER!"
(back to Toshinori)
Toshinori averts his eyes from the small boy that rouses this feeling in his chest and turns to the mother. Immediately his eyes catch on the greenish hair in the familiar style of his master and his breath stocks for a second. He braces himself for the pain, but it is still absent.
He pats his chest to confirm his scars and wound and turns back to the phone - too late. ("MOTHERFUCKER!")
Ignoring the spasm in his chest, he decides to bring an end to the class for the day.
"AHEM! Alright class! That's enough for today! Ojiro-kun you know what to improve so keep at it." A silent 'or else' was surely imagined.
He turns to the floating gloves in the air. "Please check in as soon as possible in the support department with the required amount of hair and it should be done in about a month." He turns away.
"Wait." Tooru speaks up in confusion. "Was that all? What about my performance?" She is ignored.
"Seriously what kind of idiot would wait two years to get some functioning clothes?" Katsuki grouses.
"HACHU!" A tall blond boy with blue eyes sneezes into his lunch.
All Might leads the class outside the base and stops, he scratches his cheek and then clears his throat and speaks in a loud awkward tone. "Erm... Should any of you want to go to the toilet... It's right over there." And he points at a small building across the street from the base. It was like a park toilet, small building, two entrances and even the writing on the front 'TOILET'. All Might continues not looking at the floating gloves that tremble slightly.
"It was built separately from the base, because of... er... Reasons." Read 'robot recreation room'.
None in class have need of the toilet and they venture on to change back into their school uniform, a moment later a pair of gloves and shoes dejectedly follows.
The class returns to their classroom and wait for their teacher. Who knows what he wants?
(ABSOLUTELY CURSED, UNFUNNY CONTENT)
As the traumatized class leaves the school for the day, they are stopped one last time by their Sensei.
Aizawa drags his feet closer in his typical energetic fashion and speaks up in a lovely monotone voice. "Before I forget because of whatever just happend."
Izuku looks to the ground. "Midoriya!" Before snapping up in panic. "I officially changed your quirks name to 'Pikmin'! So don't ever tell that story again."
"I WILL- I mean - I WON'T!" And he salutes, making Aizawa exert his remaining energy to lift an eyebrow.
"Whatever." He turns to the class and points at first Momo and then Iida.
"You are President and Vice. Got that?" And he turns around and leaves.
"Er. What. Vice? Me? But I wanted... Well... Alright I guess." Iida sputters a bit before, "UNDERSTOOD SENSEI! I WILL DO MY BEST TO BE WORTHY OF YOUR DECISION!" And he bows deeply in a perfect 120 degree angle, making most watching wince in pain.
Momo takes a bit longer to understand what the fuck just happened before saluting and answering "Understood!" Happiness and determination bubbles out of her in a noticeable wave.
The class can deduce from their reactions why they were chosen as they were.
In a much better mood they all leave school.
(Todoroki household)
As Shouto finally entered the questionable safety of his home he could feel his thoughts clear up slightly and the buzzing in his mind recede.
Ever since All Might revealed his emaciated form his thoughts had been clouded and there was this strange ringing in his ears. He did not know what to think, what to feel, what to do! As All Might revealed what it means to be a hero and what his hopes are for the students. As All Might reached his end and declared that they would now be HEROES(-in training) Shoutos world faded to black and when he next could remember he stood with the class in his costume and was assigned to his team.
The familiar thrill of battle managed to keep him grounded.
Until a punch to his face threw him down and a flaming demon took dominion on his chest. The fierce glare shrouded in flames was so different, but so similar to his fathers that he had no chance, but to freeze up, costing him the battle.
The loss did not help his state of mind and he remembers nothing after All Might commented that 'Endeavour would be proud!'.
As he finally enters the safe haven of his kitchen he is sad to see that his sister wasn't home yet, or had already left again. Slightly dejected he decides to call it a day and head to bed.
But the day was not done with him yet.
In the hallway to his room looms the giant hated form of his progenitor, his clothes casual and his flames off, seems like he was enjoying his time off work, if that man can enjoy anything that is.
"Shouto! Your back. You had class with All Might today, right? Tell me what that fool thought to teach my masterpiece!" He gloats with an ugly sneer.
Shouto doesn't react, doesn't hear, doesn't feel.
The moment he saw the familiar hated form his mind jumped back to All mights skeletal face. His sunken cheeks, hollow eyes, his thin chest... and his smile.
His kind blue eyes and gentle touch. This man gave absolutely everything for his goal of protecting those that are weak, his only noteworthy reward the unburdened laughter of children on the street.
Shouto does not know how much was truth. How much did All Might embellish to steer them on the right path? Shouto did not know.
But he did know that his father will never be the man All Might was so effortlessly, that he doesn't deserve the crown of number one.
He watches his father open his mouth.
"ShoutTTTIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII~" The shrill ringing in his ear swallows the sounds and he feels something strange starting to bubble up in his chest.
But something managed to penetrate the static that his mind has become.
"Masterpiece."
(MasterpieceMasterpieceMasterpieceMasterpieceMasterpieceMasterpieceMasterpieceMasterpieceMasterpieceMasterpieceMasterpieceMasterpieceMasterpieceMasterpieceMasterpieceMasterpieceMasterpieceMasterpieceMasterpiece)
The word echoes in his mind, the reminder that he wasn't someone, no person, no child to his father. And the reminder why his mother wasn't here.
The feeling in his chest intensifies and bubbles out.
Shouto burst into laughter.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHA..."
There is no joy in the laughter, it is cold and jarring to hear, the laughter of despair, of a madman.
Enji frowns down at his son, anger starting to rise. "Shouto! Are you laughing at me! Who do you think I am!?" He thunders, but the laughter continues.
"I'M TALKING TO YOU!" Enji grabs the small form of his son and shakes him. shoutos teeth click together, but he continues laughing and snickering, tears start to run down his eyes from laughter.
"If you have enough energy to clown around, then you have enough energy to train!" And he hauls him towards their dojo.
"Go on! In position!" And he throws him into the room. Shouto flies onto the mat and rolls on for a bit before coming to rest on his back. Still drunkenly laughing and crying. He weakly lifts his head and after his teary eyes meet his fathers raging ones he throws his head back and bursts into more laughter.
"SHOUTOOO!" Stomping over in blind rage at his sons mockery he kicks lightly and sends him flying into the padded wall, making him stop for lack of air. "STAND UP AND FIGHT!" He bellows again.
Shouto weakly slumps to the floor and continues snickering.
Enji slaps him, the first glimmer of worry surfacing in his mind. 'Was he affected by a quirk?' "Pull yourself together! SHOUTO!" As he slaps harder and harder his hand automatically curls into a fist and punches Shouto across the face and making him bound off the wall.
The last thing Shouto saw before passing out was his father standing over him his face an angry cloud, his worry unseen, and the last thing going through his mind before slipping away was.
'What a fucking joke'
As his son falls unconscious Enji immediately falls to his side and checks him over, all his anger evaporated and replaced by worry and fear. Finding no more scraps than from a normal training session he sighs in relief and gently carries him to his bed. After lovingly tucking him in he stomps away to his office.
He grabs the phone and speedials All Mights phone.
"I AM - on the phone! What is it Endeavour?" All Might easily recognized his number and Enji grinds his teeth at the hated greeting. 'Stop it with your idiocy! It's just a phone call!' All Mights attempt at a joke was harshly rejected.
"I have no time for this! What happened today with Shouto!?" He demands.
All Might, used to his demeanor, continues unaffected by his bad mood.
"You can be really proud of your boy! He used his ice quirk to an astonishing degree of power and control! You did an amazing job teaching him!" All Might cheers.
The fatherly side of Enji, buried deep inside where it cannot be hurt so easily, basks in pride and joy before his sense returned and he bristled in anger.
"Cease your prattling! Tell me what happened!" He clenches the phone so hard it creaks.
"Shouto gave it his best try, unfortunately he had bad synergy with his teammate-" 'As if Shouto needed anyone!' "- And the actions of a perceived eliminated enemy cost him the battle. He was overwhelmed and captured, but their team still won!"
Enji saw red. His masterpiece. DEFEATED!?
"Who?" His cold voice, sadly unnoticed, demands answers.
"Ah you may have heard of him. Young Midoriya . He truly-" *CRUNCH*
The remains of his phone crumble from Endeavours grip. A deep growl starts in his chest as his fire starts igniting and burning brighter and brighter.
"Midoriya Izuku." Todoroki Enji will remember that.
(Outside of Aizawa Shoutas home)
In a hidden corner of the neighborhood stood a house.
The house was a bit famous with the local kids and star of many a spooky tale.
For the owner of the house was never seen.
The shutters were down, no matter if day or night.
The garden was a place dedicated to nature and has never even heard the word lawnmower.
The fence was high and thick and topped off by sharp spikes, discouraging even the most optimistic peddler. (My kind of place)
No human could be seen, nor animal. Just a horrific demonic screeching, like the wailing of the dead. ("...IIIIIIIII~...")
Other times a giant worm like demon could be seen crawling through the thicket, or a dark shadow that haunts the edges of your sight and disappears when you turn to look.
The people living near this house fear it, but they also respect it. Something about the curse laying on it affects any villain that dares to step near their neighborhood.
Every villain disappears without fail and the kids are taken to bed and be good. "Or the demonic worm will eat you!"
The reputation has held fast for years by now and the people cannot remember when it was ever different...
...even though Aizawa only lives there for five years by now, really. For he may look homeless, but he wasn't. Shows to not judge a book by its cover.
The place was peaceful and silent just as he likes it, except-
"IIIIIIIII~" A horrific demonic screech disturbs the paradise.
Shouta steadfastly ignores the wailing of tortured souls and continues to enjoy his coffee, well deserved after cursed content. (I'm sorry alright!?)
"*slurp* AH!~" Inner piece is achieved, but then he hears the faint sound of music coming closer, obviously emanating from someone open car window.
"(Ahoy! Ahoy! Ahoy! Ahoy!)
odoru Ahoy! ni miru Ahoy! (hoihooi)
(Ahoy! Ahoy! Ahoy! hoihoihooi)
"ichi, ni, sanba! sanba!" (sanba! sanba!)"
Shouta hears the beat of the music and sighs deeply. There wasn't enough coffee for this. He turns around and drags himself into the kitchen. Time for more coffee? No he turns on the water boiler. Shows what I know.
"atsuku! (atsuku!) katarou yo passhon omoi wo tokihanate
akaku! (akaku!) kirameku fasshon katachi kara hairu taipu desu
hassha juubyou mae
hashire gachi koi ressha (Fu-Fu)
yuuyake mo tereru wa giragira"
A little sports car screeches around the corner, the windows are down and the beat of the music pounds through the formerly idle evening.
"jinwari ase mo shitataru ii onna dakedo
"an, kami-chamaa, senchou wa senshitibu da to,
BAN sarechau no desu nee! ha nyan" -*click*
The car aims directly for the fence of the cursed house and shows no sign of stopping. Just ten meter before contact the wheels get jammed sideways by the driver and the car starts a full body drift.
*SCREEEEECH* The tires lament the torture, but the car stops directly in front in a conveniently placed parking spot.
Who could the daredevil be to drive so recklessly? To challenge the demons inhabiting this place so blatantly?
The door opens and a goddess descends. A dainty foot clad in highheels places on the ground and claims it for itself. A long leg reaching to paradise itself lifts a body made to worship. A short dress barely covers the most sacred of places and convinces even the most stout non believer to pray.
A perfect bosom is supported by two ivory arms, their softness clad in alluring black gloves. A cherry red mouth beneath a regal nose forms into an impish smile, robbing men and women alike of their sanity. Topped of by raven locks of ebony silk and the vision of female perfection is complete.
Foolish mortals! It was obvious! For a place controlled and gifted to the devil a goddess had to purify it. Normally, but not in this case.
For the goddess was even more sinful than the devil and twice as tempting.
Long story short: she is hot af.
Kayama smiles and softly humming to herself she walks towards the cursed looking building that was her best friends home. The wailing of the dead did not affect her in any way. Softly swaying hips make their way towards the door and before she can knock or ring it opens with a *CREAAAAAK*.
"Didn't you want to oil this last week Shouta?" Nemuri, the r-rated heroine Midnight, asked her kouhai from school and one of her best friends Aizawa. "And you also planned to install sound blocker in the shower for months!" She yells over Hizashi reaching the highlight of the song he was singing, badly.
Her deadpan friend stares at her and waits for the shrieks of the tormented to stop before saying. "I did. He is using his quirk."
Kayama laughs and hugs her friend and pulls him inside as if it were her own home. Which it technically was as she owned a third of it. She just chose to live alone to not disturb the wedded pair.
And to have more privacy to do debauchery and depraved things to her harem of boys.
Or at least that's what she did before she concentrated on teaching. Hah~ good old times.
As if reading her thoughts, her very perverted thoughts, Aizawa frees himself and makes his way towards the kitchen. This demands for coffee!
The wailing finally stopped and they both knew their third friend was not long to wait for.
Nemuri grabs a pack of popcorn and readies a giant bowl before sauntering over to the giant couch in front of the giant tv.
"Think anything 'good' will be there?" She asks her colleague about their 'movie'.
"Probably not." Short succinct and sure to stop the conversation. Aizawa still got it.
"I hope they show some 'youthful passion'~." Aizawa ignores the pervert on the couch and drinks his much needed coffee, still he can't help himself from commenting.
"Your old enough to seek some 'youthful passion' for yourself. Once you have a kid you will get all the youth you could want..." Though he was muttering Nemuri still heard him.
She stares off into place, a hand on her stomach and is silent for a bit.
Shouta curses himself for his thoughtless comment, well aware of the dangers of female heroes. Especially someone as 'flamboyant' and beautiful as Nemuri.
Before he can act Nemuri shakes her head and laughingly turns to him.
"Just kidding! I'm still too young and beautiful to focus all my love on only one." She didn't specify if she was talking about a child or a man, but that didn't matter.
Nemuri spies on Shouta drinking his coffee and waits for the right opportunity to-
"How about YOU be my children's daddy~." She beckons in a sirens song that would have tempted even the pope.
Despite her best effort Shouta calmly finishes his drink and that stares at her flatly. "No."
Nemuri pouts and turns her back. "Spoilsport!"
'Please! I'm married to Hizashi.' Shouta thinks to himself. "Right. I should have guessed." Nemuri says as if reading his thoughts.
"Anyway. Seems your in luck. All Might says there were some very passionate teams this time." Shouta grabs a disc and insets it in the player and takes place on the other end of the couch.
Nemuri is absolutely delighted, hearts in her eyes. "AHHHH~ Wonderful! Let's go! Letsgoletsgoletsgo!" She grabs the remote and hits on play.
The tv turns on ans shows an empty building, the screen splits and four students and a bomb are visible.
Yamada Hizashi, the hero Present Mic, finally joins the others. His long hair is down and slightly wet. His usual sunglasses exchanged for a more sedate pair.
"YOU STARTED WITHOUT ME!?" His shout makes the glass of the popcorn bowl sing. A red eyed stare of his loving husband takes care of that.
"Sit down. And stop yelling." Shouta sinks into the couch and starts napping, he already reviewed the material earlier and he would like some sleep before he started patrolling later.
The other two are well used to this behaviour and start gushing in whispered shouts over the newest hero students.
Katsuki vs Ochaco driving Nemuri close to squealing and igniting a fire in her chest. This will have consequences
AND DONE! Grammar check and out with it, I wonder how much I messed up