Chapter 39:
Ah yes, the lighthearted arc. A chance to make these characters more alive.
"AND SO THERE WE ARE, RAPPA AND I OPENED THE DOOR!" Murry pantomimed the action of opening the door. "And in that room. In that fucking room, fifteen grown-ass men, wearing nothing but bibs and diapers. Sucking on those things babies suck on. What do you call it again?"
"Pacifiers," Juzo answered Murry while he was trying his best not to laugh at the actual situation that Murry put in against his will. "There's no way that's real."
"Go to the red-light district in Tokyo, homes. You'll stumble upon some weird shit one way or another."
"...Why were you in the red-light district?" Yui interrupted Murry's story. Murry was very insistent about treating the two of them for almost getting them killed. They tried to refuse, but the sword-wielding smoker had a way of playing with their guilt.
"Well…uh," He stumbled on his words, quickly trying to find an excuse. It was supposed to be a hit on a rival gang leader, but they don't need to know that. It's not like he killed them. Rappa did. "Rappa did find a good Ramen shop somewhere in there and thought that I'd like it."
"A good one? What's the name?" Juzo asked him. It wasn't exactly a lie since Rappa did find a good Ramen shop there. Yui is still narrowing her eyes at him, but he tried his best to ignore it.
"Ichiraku Ramen."
"Sounds like a plan. Let's go there."
Back in Okinawa
"And so the fourth motherfuckin' Messiah constapulated up in the motherfuckin' shithouse and died there or some shit." The Grand Priest finished his story as Chifu, and the other children of the clown cult listened intently. While most of his words made little sense, they still managed to catch the general idea of it. "That's how the motherfuckin' story goes, young ones. Now, get up and do some fun shit like play or train."
The kids got up and ran outside the tent, excited that their playtime started. Chifu stayed behind, wanting to talk with her surrogate father. The Grand Priest already knew what she wanted to ask. He held up his hand while setting up his table.
"A head from a newt, a wing from a bat, a tongue from a snake, a tail from a rat, a neck from a chicken, an eye from a crow, and a little itty bitty little drip of Faygo." He dropped all the ingredients in the pot, confusing Chifu with whatever he is concocting. "What did I make just now, Dokeshi?"
"Um… a potion?"
"Try again."
"Food?"
"One more chance."
"...A drink? I give up."
"What I'm making here, Dokeshi," The Grand Priest motioned at the pot filled with the ingredients he dropped in, "Is no motherfuckin' sense. That's exactly what you think after you witnessed the 8th Messiah, correct?"
"...Real sorry, my Grand motherfuckin' Priest, but we could have just gone to the point."
"And that there, is the 9th Messiah's flaw. Where All Might got a martyr complex, our 9th one has a knack for impatience and lack of true faith." Despite the disgusting juice that the Grand Priest just mixed up in the pot, the motherfucker still took a sip of it and acted like it's the most delicious thing in the world. "Oh man, this shit's disgusting."
"Midoribro is the 9th?" Chifu was a little confused. The only thing she knew was the Izuku went back to help his sister only to fail spectacularly. "Is that it? I mean, not saying you're wrong, but I don't think Midoribro is impatient."
"That's because he only ever did Battle Training. In motherfuckin' Hero Schools, there's always a safety net, and the only stakes are your grades. Of course, he would have faith and patience because he knew of that safety net." The Grand Priest took another sip from the ungodly concoction. "When the real deal comes along, he knew the punishment was death, got afraid that his sister would die, and finally, lost his faith in her."
Chifu tried to argue, but the Grand Priest had a point. Izuku fucked up for real this time. "So, Midoribro fucked up?"
"Yes. We all did." The Grand Priest's expression soured, not at Chifu, but himself. "Neither All Might nor his master knew of our existence, nor did we attempt to let them know who we are. Instead, we stayed here in Okinawa protecting the island, being too afraid to extend our reach."
"Is this why you sent me to Shiketsu and not Okinawa Hero High?" The clown of Shiketsu asked the Grand Priest.
"Yes," He nodded. "I wanted you to see outside of Okinawa and make contact with the 9th successor. I didn't think you'd actually meet him face-to-face, but this is a good sign. Dokeshi, I only ask you one thing, as my successor."
The Grand Priest held Chifu's shoulders and looked her straight in the eyes, despite being shorter. "Don't make the same mistake me and my predecessors did. We were too passive, never truly helping the Messiahs. All Might was gravely injured because I was not there. With you being Midoriya's friend, you can help him. You can knock some sense into him if you need to."
"What if I fuck up?"
"Oh, don't worry, it won't be as big as my fuck up." The Grand Priest reached up and ruffled his surrogate daughter's messy hair. "Also, you might wanna fix your hair. That shit gets tangled, and you're in for a hell of a time."
"...Motherfuck."
A Closet Pervert's Vacation
"Shutters: Check; Door Locked: Check; Computer: Safe; Lights: Check," Riku mumbled to herself as she checked her room in her house. Her parents are out today, and Uwabami is busy with the Kamino cleanup. She was alone in her room, and she's damn close to finishing her masterpiece.
"All right, it's time to write it." She fixed her reading glasses and stretched her fingers for a warm-up. She haven't even started, and her nose is already bleeding. She muttered to herself, "The plot, the passion, the lust."
She was drooling as she typed in the latest chapter. If her classmates, especially him, found out about this, she's a goner. She couldn't even look them in the eye because of this—the fantasies she had. After an hour of non-stop writing, she finally finished it. Now, she only needed a chapter name.
BakuDeku Smutfic by StarlightintheSky
Chapter 12: Passionate Nights
She clicked the upload icon as she wiped the drool off her mouth. This summer break has been a good vacation so far, and she didn't even need to hide this from everyone. If they find out that she's writing fanfics about them, it's all over. Her life is over. Everyone would see her for who she is—just a fujoshi.
"Are ya writing, sis?" Her brother, the wild card, slammed the door open, causing her to close her laptop in the speed of light instinctively.
"GET OUT!"
And that's how he got his medical license. Sort of. Actually, no.
Seiji finished wrapping up the false patient's bandage. Ever since the summer break started, he had been training non-stop with Recovery Girl. Once he realized he could do more than just turn people into mounds of flesh, he quickly jumped at the chance to learn more from one of the best healers in the world. "I'm done."
"Neatly wrapped around the wound. Well done." Recovery Girl inspected the arm but frowned after doing. "Still, this one maybe a little too tight and cause more discomfort. Is there anything bothering you, sonny?"
"No." He looked away. He'll admit, he's still mad about his friends disobeying orders. The heroes had it in the bag, but they just had to go there and almost die. He's very disappointed.
"Is this about Kamino?"
"No."
"I can see you narrowing your eyes."
"How could you possibly even know that?"
"Never mind. I think you need a day off to clear your mind." Recovery Girl said.
"What? No! I'm so close to getting my certification!"
"And you can get it any time," Recovery Girl responded. "Your mind is not in the right place right now, and you will surely fail. Whatever problems you have with your friends, you need to deal with it before I allow you to get your First Aid Certification."
"You can't do this-"
"Seiji." Just the mentioning of his name was enough to shut him up. Recovery Girl was giving him a stern but concerned look. "Resolve your issues, and then, I will allow you to take the test without any distraction."
He tightened his fists, knowing that she was right. He can't say how he would approach them. "Fine."
He picked up his bag and left the hospital, still thinking about what he wants to do.
Back at the apartments
Izuku was busy playing Mario Kart with Fubuki on his lap. He was purposefully losing to her. His mom and dad right now is still visiting Tatsumaki at the ICU. It's been a week, and she has yet to wake up, and he's letting any video game distract him from the fact that it was entirely his fault.
*DING*
The doorbell buzzed as Izuku paused the game, gently pulled his little sister off his lap and stood up. "I'll be going to get the door. Stay put, Lil' Ki."
"Okay, big brother!" Fubuki, like every other kid, unpaused the game so she could win unfairly. Izuku rolled his eyes in amusement as he went on to answer the door.
"I hope it's Camie." He opened the door to see that it wasn't Camie. It was a man in a business suit looking a little nervous.
"Excuse me, is this the Utsushimi Residence?" The man asked. Izuku raised his eyebrow, suspicious about the man.
"No, pops, this isn't the one. Wankstain lives here. The blonde bimbo is the next one." His suspicion dissipated the moment he heard that voice. He groaned loudly, making the man yelp.
"Oh, dear me, very sorry about my daughter!" The man dropped to his knees and bowed apologetically. Izuku looked up to see the same smug face that irritated him for so long.
"Trish, I didn't know your dad could be-"
"Call him a wimp, and I'll break your face."
"TRISH!"
"Sorry, pops." It was the first time Izuku heard her be serious about saying sorry. It seems odd, but her having respect for her parents wouldn't be too far off. "Pops over here wanted to thank the bimbo for saving my ass back when the camp attacked. Now I know where you live."
"UUUGGHHH!" He groaned loudly again, knowing that she'll be visiting him more over the summer break. He knew the manifestation of the Universe's punishment upon him was the Half-Scottish Redhead in front of him.
"Again, I'm very sorry for wasting your time." The man continued to bow, but Izuku helped him stand up.
"No need to say sorry. Just do your thing and-"
"If your family needs a personal lawyer, I'll do it for free!" The man held his hand tight, giving him an offer that is hard to refuse.
"Whoa, we can't accept that!" Izuku pulled his hand away and looked at Trish for help. She only shrugged.
"Once pops places his mind on something, he's not letting go." That unhelpful bitch."How's you and Camie, by the way?"
That. Bitch. "Anyway, uh, thanks for the offer, I'll let my mom know. Camie is next door. Okay, thanks, bye!"
He slammed the door close, not caring if it was disrespectful or not. This may be his last good vacation before Trish starts visiting him just to annoy him.
"Skullgirls?" Fubuki held up his controller and the disk. She noticed, and she wanted to cheer him up. He smiled at her and nodded.
"Sure, Skullgirls."
Will it Sail?
"Katsuki," Ibara looked at him intensely, making him gulp nervously. "Are you still mad that Mineta beat you in every board game?"
"WHAT?! NO!" He lied as easily as he breathed. It was a conveniently starry night, and the Bakusquad just finished hanging out. Mineta and Awase were already on their way home while Katsuki is walking Ibara home. He did manage to convince her to go to the park with him. He had something he wanted to say, and the girl mistook it for his saltiness. This talk had been a long time coming now, and it's been months since they've met. "Ibara, I'm gonna need you to sit down."
"Ara? Okay." She sat down on the park bench, patiently waiting for him to say something. Anything could be said right now. Any word he tried to say failed to come out of his mouth. "Take your time, Katsuki."
"THANK YOU!" She fell back in shock as he accidentally yelled it out loud. "Sorry. Thanks for, uh, convincing me to talk with Hound Dog."
"I have a feeling that is not all you want to say." She leaned close to him while smiling, making him blush hard. He gently pushed her back on the bench. Of all things he's afraid of, it had to be this. He got on his knees and held her hand. He's not the only one blushing now.
"Ibara, I…" His grip on her hand tightened as he struggled to find the right words. He tried to force the words out, but he couldn't bring himself to say it. For some reason, he can't say it, and it frustrates him. He's frustrated that he had to be nervous now. The only solution was to respond in the most Bakugou way possible. He stopped holding her hands and stood up.
"YOU KNOW?! SCREW THIS! ONE MORE BET!" He pointed aggressively at her. Whatever shock she had was replaced by a smug and confident face.
"Oh, what is it?"
"THE FIRST TO CONFESS THEIR FEELINGS LOSES! LOSER TAKES THE PERSON OUT TO DINNER AND PAYS FOR IT!" He looked away while his face was reddening like a tomato. He could not believe that he just yelled that. Ibara was feeling the same, but she was the first to snap out of it.
She stood up and held his hand. Ibara used her other hand to hold his cheek. She leaned close to him and whispered, "Bet."
A soft kiss on his cheek followed. She immediately regretted it because now both of them are too embarrassed to say anything for the rest of the walk home. This is a bet she refused to lose.
{-To Be Continued...
IT'S HAPPENING! OH SH- Nah, shipping won't be the main focus of this story. It's still gonna happen, but it won't be the focus, duh.
Bakugou: With the vine girl.
Yeah, deal with it.
Bakugou: It's not like I have a problem with that...
Of course, you don't. Anyway, be sure to give a like, subscribe, and leave a comment. PEACE!