The Boy Who Loved Candy

CHAPTER EIGHT:

A rush of adrenaline and excitement coursed through his body, bubbling in his chest and threatening to burst as his emerald gaze drifted over the class in front of him. The purple and yellow sphere glinting between his fingers as he opened a small mint green bag, dropping the small piece of candy into the safe pouch. A soft giggle bubbled from his lips as his gaze met two pairs of crimson red; the grin on his lips widening as they prepared to attack, "Come now, no need for violence boys~"

Izuku clasped his hands together behind his back as he leant towards the group; eyes flaring with glee as Bakugou and Kirashima both launched themselves towards him. Izuku rolled his evergreen orbs as he held out both his hands to the approaching boys; his palms glowing a faint pink as his power swirled and danced in the breeze. However, his eyes widened when he felt a pair of hands grab his shoulders and sweep his feet out beneath him. He landed with a sickening smack on the concrete ground, a hiss leaving his lips as a pain blossomed in the back of his head and spine.

A grunt of pain left his lips as they twisted into a displeased frown; pushing himself up into a sitting position as a pair of gloves ran back over to the group of students. The two attacking boys having stopped in their approach. A quiet growl of annoyance passed his lips as the purple mist swallowed his form; quietly spitting him out behind the students as a twisted grin plastered his plump lips, "Tag, you're it!"

Izuku slapped his palm to the back of the invisible girl's back as the outline of her body glowed a faint pink before swirling into a crystal ball with a small cotton candy coloured beating heart in the centre. He grabbed the sphere as he jumped several feet away from the group; presenting another piece of candy that was there classmate, "Ta-da, another figure to add to the beginning of my collection~"

His green eyes twinkled in a manic manner as he placed the candy at his lips; letting his tongue slide over the smooth surface as the students of class 1-A gasped in horror, "Such a sweet collection it will be~"

"Starburst, enough playing," A baritone voice gently echoed from the purple swirling mist, "It's time for phase two."

Izuku pouted slightly as he placed the new piece of candy in his bag, turning on his heel as he looked over his shoulder, singing out softly, "Have fun and try not to die~!"

A giggled that turned to maniacal laughter left his lips as a crashing wave of purple mist crashed into the students, teleporting them to random natural disasters zones. Well, all but four. They had quickly escaped the grasp of Kurogiri's mist. Izuku's tongue ran over his bottom lip as he tapped his fingers on his thigh, the purple mist swirling behind him; guarding the exit of the building. With a faint smile quirking his lips upward he grabbed a red lollipop and placed it between his lips, humming as the sweetness exploded on his taste buds.

His emerald orbs scanned over the remaining faces; a girl who could float things, a boy with engines in his carves, the boy with six arms and the pro hero Thirteen. The faint tap of his foot and the spitting of the lollipop stick onto the ground made him giggle, "Well, well, well~ Wasn't expecting so many of you to remain, but sadly I must be off, my friend here will keep you entertained~ Ta-ta sweets~!"

Giri's fog surrounded him as he was transported over to Shigaraki, who was scratching his neck from frustration. Izuku frowned as he launched himself at Shigaraki, wrapping his slender arms around the handy man to stop him from scratching, "Shiga stop, there is no reason to get upset, HE will come."

Shigaraki slowly lowered his hands from his throat as Izuku gently combed his fingers through knotted pale blue hair; an arm still wrapped tightly around the older male. Worry knotted in Izuku's stomach as he tried to offer Shiga any form of comfort; he knew that the older stressed when things didn't go to plan. Slender fingers gently fiddled with he strands of hair as he hummed softly to his older brother-figure, "It's okay, even if he doesn't come we still get to remove most if not some of Class 1-A alongside the pro-heros here. Now, no stressing else…"

Izuku paused as he snaked his way to the front of Shiga, sticking his tongue out playfully as he poked the pale nose of the older, "I'll switch your clothes out for all cat themed ones; furthering the blackmail I have on you.~"

Shigaraki narrowed his ruby orbs at the smaller boy, hissing out, "You wouldn't dare after last time…"

"Oh, but I would, Shiga~" A giggled bubbled from the cotton candy coloured hair male, his emerald eyes twinkling with mischief as took several steps away from the glaring male. Dodging a lunge and twirling away from Shigarki's grasp as he the brother like figure hissed in annoyance.

A happiness bubbled in his chest as he had accomplished in helping the older to not fret on the issues; a widening grin twitched at his rosy lips but was quickly wiped off his face. Thin grey bandages encircled his ankles and pulled him harshly backwards; landing on his stomach with a smack as his shirt and vest were lifted to expose ivory flesh that was being grated on the rough cement. A hiss tore through his lips as the material released him; slowly rising to his hand and knees as a black gloved hand was gently pressed to his grazed stomach, blood coating the dark material. A strained smile curled at his lips, emerald eyes narrowing at the man behind the attack, hissing out with a poor excuse of a chipper response, "Well, that wasn't very nice Eraserhead~"

"Pleasantries tend not to be given to villains such as yourself." His monotonous reply struct a minor nerve; Shigaraki swiftly rushed at the pro while he was distracted and outstretched his pale hand to grasp at the man's head. Izuku's lips twitched as the pro was able to dodge at the last second; quickly jumping away from the dangerous man-child.

With grit teeth the slim figure pushed himself onto his feet; hand still hovering over his bleeding stomach that had lessened in it's flow. His evergreen eyes flicked down to his black gloved hand that was sticky with blood, a hiss parting his lips as he moved back over to the fountain where Kurogiri appeared. His soft deep voice soothed Izuku''s tense muscles as he was doted on in a hushed tone, "Izu, you're hurt. Come here and stay close, can't have them hurting you anymore."

He felt his cheeks flush as he kept his gaze directed to the ground, a bashful smile forming on his lips as moved to stand next to the mist being. A hand was still pressed to his stomach as students slowly began to regroup at the top of the steps; Shigaraki still fighting Eraserhead as he groaned in frustration as he gave the sign to summon the creature that would bring about the end of the number one hero.

The Nomu.