April 19th, 201X
"Shiawase nara ii no sa kamawanee sa
Kurushimi yo, nikush-"
Too sad.
Click!
"Ayashiku madowasete
Yokujou mo aijou-"
Too slow.
Click!
"Moyase, moyashi tsukuse
(Yeah! Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Gomi mitee na kurorekishi-"
Too fast!
"Izu-kun, are you still there?"
Izuku stopped fiddling with his computer and turned back to his phone on the desk.
"Yeah. Just taking care of something. What were you saying, Neechan?"
"Just asking if you were really alright. Mirei-san said that your injuries were really bad when she went to visit you in the hospital last week."
"Ehhh, they looked worse than they actually were. Don't even have any scars. My arm got it the worst if I'm bein' honest, and I'm gettin' my cast off when I go back to school on Monday."
He'd gotten really good at this whole lying thing since he was a kid.
He found that the optimal lie was one that was at least forty percent true.
His arm did in fact receive the worst of the absolute thrashing that he'd received from the freakish villain at the USJ, seeing as it was the point that he was being flung around and slammed from.
But in bringing that to the forefront, he minimized the very real concern that could stem from the fact that when he was rushed to the hospital, he had several dislocated ribs, a concussion, a fractured eye socket, and a pinky lodged in his mouth.
All superfluous information, really.
"Yeah, but you were attacked on a field trip. At what should be one of the most protected places in Japan, too! I've already told you that if there's anything you wanna talk about, you can call me. It's no good bottling stuff up."
Well, I guess if there's anyone who'd know about that…
Izuku smiled, it was a bit wry.
"Yeah, I know. And I'm not. I just understand that it's already happened and the only thing I can do is move on. I don't want people halting whatever they've got going on in their lives to fret over me."
It was bad enough that when his dad heard about the USJ Incident, he was halfway onto a plane back to the mainland before Izuku stopped him.
Then his mom took several days off from teaching to keep an eye on him at the hospital.
Mirei-baba had been watching him since Wednesday to make sure that he wasn't straining himself despite his doctor telling him to take it easy.
And Dojima-san had been popping in intermittently to stare him down at the door, pat his head, nod, and then leave again.
Honestly, it was just a near death experience. We've all had a couple before.
There was a bit of silence from the other end of the line.
Had he not heard Haruto gurgling in the background on the other end of the line, he would've thought that the line had disconnected.
He considered saying something to break the silence that had fallen upon the two of them, but Haruka beat him to the punch.
"Izuku, you're incredibly important to all of us. You're so independent that you don't really need to lean on us often, but we're still gonna worry when you get hurt. Because to us, you're worth it."
Izuku stayed silent.
"So don't worry about us stopping whatever it is that we've got going on for you. We want you to be okay. Just like you want for us. Or are we still going to pretend that the hundred million yen that appeared in everyone's accounts earlier this month just appeared out of thin air?"
Izuku whistled innocently.
He heard a sigh from the other end of the line.
"I hear that you act a lot like Majima-san nowadays, but you take after Uncle Kaz too. In some of the best andworst ways."
He heard a thud and then crying from the other end of the line.
"Oh! I'll call back later, Izu-kun. Haruto just tripped."
"Later, Neechan."
The call disconnected.
Izuku leaned back in his chair and sighed.
Haru-chan with the save, I'll send him something extra nice for Christmas this year.
He had a feeling that the conversation was about to take a real depressing turn and he wasn't equipped for that.
He just wanted to sit in his room, vibe, and have a pleasant conversation with his big sister.
Not feel guilty about not being able to tell one of the most important people in his life that one of the most important people in both of their lives wasn't actually dead.
It made his broken arm ache in its cast.
He shook his head and turned back to his computer.
Click!
-Sonna hero ni naru tame no uta
Saraba kakagero peace sign
Korogatte iku story wo!
He smiled as he opened up Seddit in a new tab.
Juuuust right.
New post in /s MyHeroAcaMedia
u/UA_RAT Posted:
Have you all heard?
Apparently, U.A. is going to hold their Sports Festival a bit early this year.
Some people took pictures of them setting up things for the events this year.
The website for tickets and vendor sign-ups also went up randomly too.
I'll drop some pics and screenshots at the bottom of the post, but tell me what you guys think.
u/AromaticPanda Commented:
If it is, I' m here for it. Last year was gas, man.
u/HeckinQuack Commented:
Esketit.
u/CaptainGuiltyStar Commented:
Do any of the students have mecha quirks?
u/UA_RAT {OP} Replied:
I am not sure. But one sweats nitroglycerin to create explosions and another hyperadrenalizes himself to do wacky martial arts.
u/CaptainGuiltyStar replied:
Acceptable.
Izuku looked at the screenshots and pictures the OP sent.
The pictures were definitely taken on U.A. Grounds, but had it been Izuku was still a bit skeptical.
The screenshots were real, the U.A. website had distinctive tells that made it possible to tell it apart from some of the fake phishing sites that popped up every once in a while.
And UA_RAT was one of the most reliable posters on the HeroAcaMedia Subseddit.
Almost every U.A. related post he made in regards to events or the like, such as the Sports Festival or the Cultural Festival, typically occurred soon after he leaked the info.
People theorized that it was a member of the U.A. Staff, but seeing as no scandal popped up and UA_RAT still got some things wrong, that theory was passed around, but not given any real thought.
VRRR! VRRR!
A message?
He opened up his phone.
New message from {Toshi-sensei}
T: Young Midoriya, I'm sorry that I've not been able to get back to you, but I remember that you said that you wanted to talk to me about something.
You: Yeah, I did. But it can wait. I want to think about things a bit more. I'll get back in touch when school starts next week.
It took a bit of time for the man to respond. Enough time for Izuku to go to the kitchen and grab a glass of water.
T: Understood. I hope you feel better soon.
Izuku smiled.
You: Thanks, sensei.
Izuku sat back down at his computer, ready to get back to lurking-
Ding Dong!
-and sighed as the doorbell rang while he was home alone.
I just sat down.
He didn't know if his luck was just terrible or the person outside had a Quirk that caused other people minor inconveniences.
Either way, he couldn't just let the person at their door sit out there, it would be rude.
So, somewhat begrudgingly, he made his way across the apartment to the front door.
Ding Dong!
His hand was on the knob when the bell rang again.
"Hold on, I'm here. I'm-"
Only to come face-to-face with a rather pretty woman with long purple hair and blue eyes.
"Midnight-sensei?"
"Come now, Izumi-chan. I told you already, it's 'Kayama-san' when I'm like this."
Izuku's day had taken a turn for the strange.
"Then you wanna pull the wand upward towards the tip of your eyelashes- oh! Make sure you get every part. You don't wanna clump."
If you were to ask Izuku Midoriya to explain step-by-step how he had ended up on his living room floor, being taught how to apply make-up by his Hero Art History teacher on a quiet day off from school, he wouldn't know how.
He remembered opening the door for her.
Remembered her handing him a folder filled with some handouts for the class.
Remembered the oddly benign bag that she held in her off hand…
Ohhhhh…
He hadn't offered the woman an explanation as to why he had been in Kamurocho dressed as a maid, maybe he should've expected her to come knocking.
Well, it wasn't like she was doing anything too unpleasant. He'd live with a little makeover.
And I'll probably learn more than I would from some Yootube tutorial.
"And, we're done!"
The older woman procured a small mirror from her person and held it in front of his face.
Izumi-chan looks as beautiful as ever.
Bright, wide eyes and fair, unblemished skin to match.
Without his long hair, his lady persona seemed a bit more tomboyish.
To some, that would detract some of the extra allure from the long, wild locks.
But to Izuku, it made him feel… nice.
His hair had only gotten that long because he'd stopped getting it cut.
He just didn't have the motivation until he got into U.A.
It was a fresh start, one that nearly got cut short due to the events on his class' field trip.
Along with the lives of all of his new friends.
If the blue-haired guy were just a bit less incompetent, Izuku had no doubt that he wouldn't be sitting where he was.
"Smash him."
Those words had kept him up the past couple nights.
Whenever he did manage to get to sleep, they'd wake him up in a cold sweat.
He'd kept it from his mom and aunt, but… it bothered him.
He didn't know why Kayama-sensei had shown up at his door with the intention of dolling him up, but it was… nice.
He appreciated it.
A nice little day of respite before he went back to raising hell.
The woman laid a hand on his head with a smile, he leaned into the touch.
His sensei was weird, but he didn't mind it.
The greenette learned a lot over the next thirty minutes before his teacher had to leave.
And that night, he rested a little easier than he had been in the days preceding.
A week later, an exciting announcement came from U.A. 's Principal Nedzu.
"The U.A. Sports Festival will be held in the second week of May!"
We're back! Sorta. Kinda. Okay, look MDOS isn't back fully. But we will be. With weekly updates too! But the time is not now.
That said, I hope you enjoyed this little rest chapter. We'll be kicking into high gear from here. Feel free to do the engagement thing, review if you want, and check any of the other stories that I've started, you might like one or two. And that's it for me. Later.