I don't own One Punch Man, nor do I own My Hero Academia. Each Franchise i owned by their respective owner..

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Izuku felt like everything was straining him, as if a single rubble weighing approximately a thousand tons times million was keeping him at bay against the ground.

He couldn't pinpoint the exact place where the pain was throbbing, it was all over the damn place.

How long was he out, anyway? He must've missed a few class. A truckload of them, he bets.

"You're up." A familiar voice came by.

Izuku tilted his head to the side, only to be welcomed by the concerned gaze of his Sensei.

"Sensei..?"

"Don't move just yet. Your condition is close to critical."

"How long was I...?"

"A few days, give or take. Had to give you a mom a little holler." Yagi replied, "She...took the news very well."

"W- wait, how did you get-"

"Her number? Let's just say I'm a professional." Yagi tried to lighten up the situation, only for him to drop the facade moments later, "Fine, I stalked. Granted, not very polite, but.." He sighed, "Just wanna know a few people that you hold dear so I can give em a call in case things like this happens."

Yagi then looked at the ceiling with an almost serene expression, "Izuku, your classmates started to live in the dorm provided by the UA faculty. Means that we won't live with each other anymore."

"What?"

"Not out of my will. Convicting you is the last thing that I wanted, but it's an obligatory term if you want to be a part of the UA highschool." Yagi rubbed his forehead, "Well, taking the corruption going on back at the Commission into account, that is."

"Sensei, it's fine." Izuku shook his head, "No need to explain yourself, I know you're not trying to get rid of me."

"...well, that's good at least." Yagi said, before grabbing a few envelopes from his small bag, "Speaking of your classmates, two of your friends sent you a..some kind of letter. A get-well-soon letter, to be specific."

"Iida and Uraraka?"

"Yeah." Yagi replied, "Those brats were all over me, whining about seeing you a few days back."

That was...a bit touching, Izuku admits.

"Oh, I forgot. Your other friend, Jirou, also sent you a letter."

Oops.

He's so screwed.

"That makes it three, I guess." Yagi said.

"Wait..." Izuku then pointed at the extra envelope residing inside Yagi's shirt pockets, "Why do you bring four if it's only from three?"

"Wait, there's four?" Yagi looked at his shirt, "How did I not notice this? Must've brought more than I intended."

"What does those entail?" Izuku replied, "I'm curious."

"Let's just focus on what your friends wrote for you, yeah? Then we get to the mysterious fourth one." Yagi said as he handed over the envelopes.

One letter was written:

'Midoriya, you doof! Why did you pull a fast one on us? Rushing into danger without even consulting it with us!? Now look at how you end up, barely even living in a hospital bed! Ugh.. I'm sorry for being pushy and berate-ish, but I'm worried sick! You're like, one of the nicest guys in our class and I'd hate it if you leave us behind. Please, call back soon when you recover, okay?

-Uraraka'

Izuku's lips slightly bent upwards, warmth reeling through his chest. He was glad that he's got a few people looking after him.

Then, the other one:

'You are one of the bravest students I've ever known! Your chivalrous nature knows no bound, and you undeniably possess a defining trait worthy of a hero! But all things considered, that was also reckless of you. A hero must not act only according to their feelings, but also must use their logical standpoint as well. Please, try to think your decisions more when making them, lest your life gets lost to a rash and impulsive action. I hope you recover well, Midoriya.

-Iida'

Then, the last one:

'Wanna keep it short and simple. Next time we see each other? I'm fucking kicking your ass for being such a rash moron.

-Jirou.'

"I'm definitely in danger." Izuku said to himself, sweat beads gushing downwards from his head.

"Trust me, kid," Yagi crossed his arms, "If I was her, the threat would've been worse than just simply 'kicking your ass'."

"Sensei, you as well?"

"Yeah. I can't say I'm escatic at the idea of you rushing to danger and putting your life at risk." Yagi scolded lightly, "This is why I offered you a way out. Multiple times. I know your type, kid, I've been there before. Almost got myself screwed over an encounter with a crab monster once, and I was quirkless."

"I'm sorry, Sensei." Izuku looked at him apologetically, "For making you worry."

Yagi let out a laugh, "It's cool. I don't want to keep this against you forever. Just don't pull something like that in the future."

"Will try." Izuku's eyes then landed on the fourth note, "So..."

"Forgot about that." Yagi was about to give him the envelope, but he had second thoughts about it, "Hold on, what if it's from someone undesirable, let's say, Kacchan?" Yagi's voice seeped with deadly poison at the mention of the name.

"Why would he write a note now? He never does that whenever I'm sick in the past."

"Probably to boast about how superior he is compared to you. I've know a couple of guys that would go to this length." Yagi said, "Eh, fuck it, let me read it first."

Yagi quickly opened the envelope and-

Surprise came to his face.

"Well, there's a guy with a lot of free time." Yagi remarked, "You don't want to read this, Izuku."

"I insist." Izuku affirmed.

"Fine." Yagi lent him the letter and..

What was written there shocked him to the core

It was directed at his Sensei, and the content within contains...unpleasant things.

'I knew something bad was about to go down the moment you came to this city, you fraudulent, cheating, crooked asshole! Not only did you destroy half of USJ without a single care in the world, but you, without precaution, risked the lives of those kids, because you're so incompetent at doing what you're supposed to do! As a fucking professional hero! I bet you can't even run a simple errand without running over an old lady in the streets, all the while you jerk off to an audio file of a pedophilic pastor moaning and flip-flapping their genitals-'

"I think I've seen enough," Izuku ripped the letter in two, before scrambling it into one, messy paper, tossing it into the nearest trashcan, "I will personally see to it that this man faces severe repercussions for outrightly disgracing your name and associating you with acts of defilement at an unprecedented atrocious scal-"

"That's not necessary." Yagi shook his head, "Guy just needs a hobby, that's all."

"He shouldn't have said those things..." Izuku then whipped his head towards Yagi, "What happened? Right after I lost my consciousness?"

Yagi was reluctant to tell him, but he knew Izuku had always been such a persistent kid.

Fine..

"...Whacked that sea nutjob, killed him, first ever kill in thirty years. Was about to do the same to those six fuckers, but they skedaddled like a coward." Yagi replied, "Yeah. I let my emotions dictate me at that moment, I still regret it. Now my reputation sinks even more to the depths." He shook his head, "Not like I care, of course. Just don't want to deal with the hassle of putting up with a couple of whining train-riding dickheads. Also, had to pay my share for the collateral damage, so there's that."

Not twenty words or less, but fuck it.

Yagi immediately looked at Izuku, and he could read that expression. That fucking expression of him blaming himself. No. No. Fuck no.

"Stop it." Yagi said.

"Stop what?"

"Stop that."

"You need to specify on your request, Sensei.."

"Stop making that face." Yagi replied.

"What face?"

"That!" Yagi pointed at him accusingly, "It's not your goddamn fault, you hear me? If I sense one more self-deprecating vibes emitting out of you, we're dropping the whole master and disciple charade."

"Sensei.." Izuku was melancholic when it comes to causing trouble to other people. He didn't mean to cause Yagi to have a lot of bad things in his plate, and he couldn't help but just feel...useless, and guilty, "I'm still sorry."

"No apologies either." Yagi shook his head, "I'd hug you if I could, but, bandages and shit, can't risk damaging your injuries even further. Look, kid, you didn't 'cause' this to happen. It was me. All me, okay?"

"... I understand, Sensei." He didn't want to irritate his Sensei even further by his constant self-pity and needless wallowing. He should work this rampant issue of his out.

Yagi let out a long-suffering exhalation, before standing up, "Anyway, you'll be good in nighttime. I'll pack your things so you'll be ready to stay at the dorm tomorrow."

Izuku nodded with a smile, "Thank you, Sensei."

"Oh, last thing." Yagi said, "There's one more person that's pissed about your lack of self preservation, and she will be calling you tonight. You should expect a load of notifications barging into your phone screen the next moment you wake up. For now, rest." Yagi then exited the room.

One more person-?

Oh shit.

"Mom."


Yagi took a short stroll across the street, pondering about what he would do the moment Izuku's gone. Would he go back to the lonely life he led before the kid forcibly inserted himself into his life?

That sounds...tedious, and depressing. But he knew the system was important to implement. The students are in clear danger of child exploitation and he couldn't bear the thought of Izuku ending up as one of the victims.

Going down a spiral descent of mixed thoughts, suddenly, a yell snapped him out of it, "GET OUTTA HERE, FRAUD!"

Yagi rolled his eyes, as he took the shortcut where no pedestrians are present to pester him.

To his dismay, someone was there, like the universe was screwing him over and couldn't let him go on his merry way without being interrupted and screamed at.

But he discerned the situation relatively quick. The man waddled forward, looking as if he was drunk and lost his balance.

Yagi noticed the get-up, "A pro-hero?"

Probably a rookie. Someone was here, and wrecked him pretty bad.

"Yo, yo, what's wrong?" Yagi approached the rookie, putting his hands above his shoulders, "Someone's here earlier?"

"G...Gar..." The man spoke in jumbled words, and Yagi couldn't make out what the man was even saying.

"Can you..reiterate that again?" Yagi requested, but soon he realised how dumb that request sounded. This person needs immediate medical attention, what with the constant bleeding and ruptured bones, "Goddammit, save it for later, let me take you to the hos-"

"GAROU!" The pro-hero interrupted, "H- h- Hero Hunter!" His eyes began to well up with fresh, warm tears, "Fucked me over...called me...an incompetent..ineffective..."

His eyes began to gradually shut, his limbs went limp, falling down into unconsciousness.

Slumping down and settling himself into Yagi's arms, the man let out a last sigh of resignation.

Yagi's eyes never seemed to leave the ground. That name. He'd forgotten why he was here in the first place.

Scooting the pro-hero up to his shoulders, he quickly sprinted into the nearest hospital.

...

"They dropped the case?" Yagi asked, his body shifting

"The officials are treating the Hero Hunter case lightly, so of course." Nana replied, "It's in the name. The threat this guy poses is obvious. He successfully hunted several heroes in the past, demolished a couple of martial arts dojos, and I can tell that the dude is doing them for sports."

"Oh." Yagi took a sip from his bubble drink, before speaking again, "Damn, and here I thought being a 'hero for fun' is bad."

"You've met him once, right?" Nana asked.

"Yeah, back when I was still a UA student. Peculiar guy, he is. I can't recall his face though." Yagi replied.

"Never even encountered him after that?"

"No. And even if I did, I wouldn't be able to differentiate him from a common thug anyway, considering that all of the opponent's I fight usually goes down with one punch." Yagi said, leaning forward from his couch, clasping his hands, seemingly in deep thought, "Though, the kid's met him before."

"The kid..?"

"Yeah. Izuku." Yagi shrugged, "He met him in the middle of the streets before, caught him on action. He let him off the hook pretty easily. Something's telling me that our little villain here isn't all that bad."

"...did he tell you the description? Anything that entails his physical attributes?"

"Same as you told me. White, V shaped hair, black shirt, tai chi slippers." Yagi replied, "I can't recall ever meeting someone like that in my time here."

...

"You probably did, but forgot."

"Did I?"

"Knowing you, yes."

"Aw, give me a credit. I remembered you!"

"Moron, that's because we've known each other since like forever!" Nana retorted.

"Hmmm..." Yagi then stood up, "I'll look into this further later. Wanna grab a few bites?"

"Sure. What about Izuku?"

"Eh, he's said he's full." Yagi replied.

"Okay then. Let's run."

...

Yagi pressed the call option, the phone ringing, trying to reach the other end of the line.

When it clicked...

"Toshi? What's up?"

"We need to talk." Yagi replied.

TO BE CONTINUED!