Shoto rubbed his eyes tiredly as he walked out his room. The previous day had been exhausting to say the least. He had been wishing for a day off for the past two years, but his enemies weren't average. Scratch that. League of Villains had increased their firepower every time they thought they thought their enemies had been weakened. It wasn't a surprise, per se. Two All for One wielders wasn't a joke, when only two from the entire Hero Association who could fight the former to a standstill.
He glanced at his elder siblings, one having his breakfast, while his sister made their lunchboxes for the day. He couldn't exactly point what was wrong, but there was something off about the two. He craned his head to look in the living room, expecting his father to be there. Frowning at the emptiness of the living room, he turned towards Fuyumi. After the stunt which Touya had pulled off early in the War, he was sure that his father was in danger if he walked openly in the public.
"Where's the flaming trashcan?"
His brows furrowed as his elder siblings frowned in confusion. It was clear that he was referring to their father, right? He had been calling him that after Touya's reveal.
"Who?", Natsuo asked perplexed. That didn't sit right with Shoto at all. Fuyumi had been quite calm about the Touya debacle, but Natsuo had outright joined him to call the man 'flaming trashcan'. The teen hadn't taken the news nicely.
"Did you hit your head, Natsuo-nii?", Shoto asked looking at her sister with equal confusion of which he was being stared at.
"Shoto, are you sure you are fine?", Fuyumi asked in concern.
Shoto frowned heavily. Something wasn't right. "Where's Father?", Shoto asked, his eyes flitting between his elder siblings. Fuyumi rose brows at the question, while Natsuo scowled before going back to eating his breakfast.
"He's out for hero work", Fuyumi replied without missing a beat, as if it were normal.
The mismatched-haired boy gave an incredulous stare at his sister. That was not what he had expected. He opened his mouth to say something, before closing it, completely unsure of what to say.
"I-I see", Shoto murmured to himself, before he glanced at the time. He wondered if he was late today.
Fuyumi watched with concern as Shoto froze, while gazing the clock, which showed the date and year as well, before his body start to shiver. "Shoto?", she called out worriedly as the boy snapped his head, (fast enough that Fuyumi swore she heard a crack) and looked at her with wide eyes. Her eyes widened as Shoto started hyperventilating and fell down in heap.
"SHOTO!", Natsuo shouted in worry, and jumped over the dining table to reach his brother. Sharing a glance with his sister, he confirmed that their brother was getting a panic attack. "Shoto! Calm down!", Natsuo stated in worry. The pair was almost fried when a burst of blue flames shot out from Shoto's left arm, before Fuyumi iced his entire arm to prevent any mishaps.
The trio wasn't sure how much time had passed, but Fuyumi had eventually calmed Shoto down. Natsuo immediately sent a knowing glance at his sister. 'We will talk about this later', they told each other.
"Shoto, can you hear me?", Fuyumi asked looking down at her brother while his face rested in her lap. She smiled a little when Shoto nodded slightly, and tried to hoist himself up. "Stop. You almost passed out from a panic attack".
Shoto laid back down seeing the concern in Fuyumi's eyes. "Sorry", he mumbled under his breath. He gulped slightly, not having the bravery or confidence to look at the date again. "What year is it?", he asked, his voice tinged with fear.
Natsuo frowned at the words. "Did you have a concussion yesterday?!", he asked bewildered, before scowling. "That bastard!"
Fuyumi shook her head at the words. "I don't believe you have a fever to cause hallucinations", she muttered putting her hand to Shoto's forehead. "And I believe you saw the date on the clock".
Natsuo and Fuyumi blinked twice as Shoto stood up, faster than they could comprehend, and looked back at the clock, before nodding to himself. "Okay, Shoto. Calm down. Its illegal to kill your best friend", the two heard their brother murmur. "I'm going to kill you, 'Zuku. I know you are behind this shit".
Needless to say, Fuyumi and Natsuo inched away from him, for their own safety. They silently prayed that whoever this 'zuku was, got a painless death. Wait! When did their anti-social younger brother Shoto make a best friend?!
Checking the time on his phone again, he pocketed it and looked at the hoarding in front of him. 'Aldera Middle School', he read absentmindedly. 'I think this school was where 'Zuku went here along with Bak-', he cut off the train of thought, the horrid picture of his classmate's body swimming into his thoughts. He shook his head to get rid of the memory. 'I need to apologize to Natsuo-nii and Fuyumi-nee. I definitely scared them in the morning'.
He tapped his left foot restlessly, waiting for the school to ring its final bell. The moment he realized he was in the past, and Kami knows how, but he knew Izuku was definitely at the center of this madness. His was brought out of his musings when a shrill sound rang, signaling the end of the school day. He quietly stood under a shade of a nearby Sakura tree, keeping an eye out for a mop of green hair.
Shoto smirked when he spotted the said boy, as well as widening of his eyes in recognition on spotting Shoto. He wasn't sure why he doubted that Izuku wouldn't be here. If any thing inexplainable happened, Class 1-A knew that Midoriya Izuku was definitely caught up in the event.
He walked forward to greet the boy, while his eyes were fixed on ablue-haired boy behind Izuku who was trying to throw a water balloon(seriously?!) at the One for All possessor. He gave no indication that he had spotted the boy, and subtly ignored Bakugou trying to encourage the blue-haired boy. Glancing at Izuku, he realized what was happening behind him, and a blink of green eyes confirmed Shoto's course of action.
The pair purposefully ignored the water balloon being thrown and making its way towards Izuku's back. Suddenly, Shoto brought his left hand and flicked his fingers in a carrom-styled shot, sending hot orange flames and vaporizing the balloon along with its contents. And Shoto couldn't hide the amusement in his eyes when three pairs of eyes looked at him dumbstruck.
"Tell me you aren't the preparator", Shoto remarked with a raised brow. Izuku shook his head in denial.
"I am not sure what exactly happened, but the last thing I remember is being ambushed by a pissed of Shigaraki last night", the green-haired boy murmured with a frown. Shoto looked at his best friend with wide eyes, before snorting.
"He always seemed pissed when fighting us", the mismatch-haired boy replied. His heterochromic eyes flitted back to the trio which had tried to prank Izuku. Amusement twinkled in his eyes seeing Bakugou cursing before storming up to the pair. It seemed the blonde wasn't happy that someone had thwarted his prank.
"Who the hell are you?", Bakugou snarled walking up to the pair. Shoto's only indication of hearing him was a split-second glance at the blonde before turning back to Izuku.
"What do you plan to do now?", he asked ignoring Bakugou. The cold indifferent treatment from the newcomer didn't sit right with the blonde.
"I am talking to you, extra", Bakugou snarked, sparking off a few explosions from his palms. Todoroki's eye twitched at the insult. Yeah, he knew that the blonde liked to give insults, but he wasn't an extra. He would have been fine with any other insult, but he wasn't an extra. Maybe he should let his left side blow up in blue flames. Maybe that would teach the blonde to not insult strangers.
He stopped that train of thought as Izuku gave him a half-lidded stare, like the green-haired boy exactly knew what was going through Shoto's mind. "Yeah, I heard you, loudmouth".
This time, Bakugou's eye twitched. Bakugo didn't know who the extra was, but he was friends with Deku. He had seen the overwhelming strength of the quirk. Yet, he was friends with the Quirkless loser. Even he couldn't vaporize the balloon and the water in it like the mismatch-haired boy.
"Why are you associating with this Quirkless loser?", Bakugou asked smugly. 'The only reason Deku made friends with this guy was because he thinks Deku has a quirk'.
But, Bakugou wasn't expecting what was to come.
Izuku sighed at the words. Yeah, he had forgotten Bakugou's godly ego which the blonde had developed in middle school. The teachers always encouraged Bakugou, inflating his ego more and more over the years. They appreciated the blonde, where he was wrong to carry his line of duty as a future hero.
On the other hand, Shoto threw an exasperated look at his best friend. He hadn't known that Bakugou had such a huge ego. If anyone were to ask him about who had more ego, Bakugou beat the 'flaming trashcan'. "Is he for real, 'zuku?" The green-haired boy could do nothing but nod. Turning to Bakugou, Shoto gave the best glare he could muster, without giving trauma to the blonde.
Bakugou had never been more scared than the fear he felt now. He suppressed whimper as the heterochromic eyes stared into his very soul. "Izuku is my best friend. He won't say anything to you, since you are his childhood friend. I have no such qualms. I will send to the emergency ward in the hospital is you try something like this again"
The blonde nodded, racked his brains for a comeback, before speeding off from the pair. The boy was extremely dangerous, Bakugou decided. He prayed to Kami that he never crossed paths with the boy ever again. (Bakugou decided that the boy would definitely become a villain if the glare was anything to go by. He would take the villain down after he became the Number One Pro Hero)
Izuku saw the blonde rocket away in fear. He felt bad, but in hindsight Kacchan had it coming quite sometime back. He looked back at Shoto.
"Let's discuss this elsewhere, Shoto", Izuku remarked before glancing at his watch.