This has two stories interlaced, so I hope it isn't confusing. Think of it as a sitcom theres an A plot and B plot.
This is meant to entertain and in no way meant to offend anyone. Just trying to make something cute in a time of strife.
Words- thoughts/ events happening in the brain
WORDS- HIZASHI QUIRK
Bakugo didn't know what was wrong but he'd been so angry at people as of late. His trigger going from hair to spider silk thin. But the rage he felt was especially potent today.
So when someone decided to disturb him, he still fuming over Deku getting the better of him during todays training exercises...he attacked without looking
*Knock knock knock*
"WHAT DO YOU WANT, YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT!?" Bakugo screamed as he saw nothing but red. Nearly ripping the door from its hinges.
Bakugo stopped as he saw no one in front of him.
What the-?
~Whimper~
(rewind a bit)
"Shouta, would you go ask young Bakugo if he's seen my phone? I think I last had it when I was with him during math tutoring," Yagi said while he searched under the couch, on all fours.
Shouta nodded and headed for Explodi boi's room, making sure to knock nice and loud several times.
The door wrenches open and before he can announce himself, Shouta's being screamed at, his ears actually hurting a bit at Bakugo's volume. He looks up BUT he doesn't see Bakugo. He's no longer in UA.
He's at the Aizawa residence.
Standing in the cluttered hallway with the pathway that grows narrower and more hazardous everyday. The hoard grows with every fight. New item and a fight, fight and a new item. An endless cycle the Aizawas danced.
didn't like Mrs. Aizawa's spending so much on clothes and jewelry, but Mrs. Shouta thought if she had this or wore this then would like like her again. It did get him to scream at her more, Shouta had seen it...a lot. then wouldn't talk after that, no one would for the rest of the night.
They'd used up the word limit again, so Shouta remained silent. The word limit being the number of words said in the house to each other, the limit grew smaller and smaller everyday. It used to be bottomless and now it had fallen into mere hundreds. They all were screamed, that had to be a rule since they're always used that way. Shouta didn't like screaming. It made his chest hurt.
Shouta hated bothering Mr. and Mrs. Aizawa, he didn't want to use the words up even faster. But the teacher gave homework which was to get their family history. This was the rare time wasn't with the brown haired girl or the blond or the winged one, so Shouta had to ask tonight.
But now, he was left staring up at , his eyes red with his hair getting in the way making them look like those you see when the monster peeks out from under his bed.
"~*Whimper*~" was all he was able to force out his mouth
Bakugo looked down to see a frozen still Shouta staring at him with wide, misty eyes before darting off, the kid so spooked he ignored the fact he'd dropped his beloved cat plushie
Oh shit.
Bakugo quickly scooped the stuffed cat up and ran after him, hoping he'd be able to fix his royal fuck up.
Mina was getting concerned as she'd seen a drastic change in Hizashi. He'd gone from residential happy boy to being a menace. The last week he'd drawn on the walls, broken 12 beakers, refused to take baths or clean his room without a fight. But now...The boy seemed less motivated, less expressive. Heck, half the time she'd find him staring at his phone. She'd have to talk to her English teacher, cause a six year old shouldn't be able to unlock his phone (even if it is technically his).
In fact he's just been lying on the living room floor staring at the ceiling for the last 40 minutes. Not twitching one bit.
It was scary.
"Guys," she walked into the kitchen to find Sero and Kirishima," I'm worried about Hizashi, he's less...himself lately. Am I overreacting?"
"Hmmm...no, I've seen it too. But, can you really blame him? When was the last time he's played outside and I mean outside UA?" Sero scrolled through Herotube, seeing if any new fail vids were uploaded.
"Well...never."
"Okay," how many children his age does he have to play with?"
"Well he has Eri."
"Who he sees primarily on Fridays and weekends. So that's a 5 day wait." Sero said, destroying her counterpoint.
"And Shouta...and the rest are kids...older than...him. And that's if we even have time...or want to. " Mina got where Sero was going with this.
"So two children. The rest are adults or teens who are too busy to pay attention to him. Kids need interaction." Sero hit play on his YouTube video of Heavy Rain with Two Best Friends," He was acting up cause he wants attention and since that didn't work...well, he's just sad."
"What do we do then? We can't just bring kids here...we can't have one of them say something about Shouta or him and it possibly reveals something to someone." Kirishima said before taking a big bite out the ham and cheese sandwich he'd been making.
"Oh my god...I think I have a solution to this," Sero stared at his phone with wide eyes and a big smile.
"What?" Kirishima said before taking a bite of his sandwich.
He showed his screen to the two to show an advertisement:
"Hey! This is The BMI hero: Fat Gum and we all know I love to eat. However, I also love fitness, unlike many my fat isn't a hindrance.'' The smile leaves his face," Fat is a hindrance for our children of today though. Childhood obesity and inactivity of children today has reached drastic levels. That's why an organization called Reinvent Heroes have set up a much needed solution. With the help of a local school they've been able to bring the sports to you! Now, your kids can take up little league, cheerleading, soccer and more!"
It showed various kids of all shapes, ages and sizes doing each activity. Everyone was having a blast and looked photogenic as hell.
"It's a fun, safe space that only care that you make an effort as the organization is non-competitive! So, grab your kid and come on down!"
It then flashed the times, locations and other necessary information needed.
"And I mean we don't have to say his name is Hizashi Yamada. We could fudge the name hell, dye his hair if the staff is really worried. But, one. It's local. Two. he'll meet new kids."
"Plus it'll tire him out even more than any number of laps could," Kirishima smiled, "We're all in agreement? Good! Hey Hizashi! Come in here for a second!"
Said boy walked in like he was walking to his execution, head down and dragging his feet. Absolutely no pep in his step.
"Hey, buddy. We've seen how down you've been lately and we were wondering...if you'd like to try this?" Mina crouched down to Hizashi's height and held the phone in front of his face. The boy not looking up till the BMI hero started speaking, again repeating his speech.
Hizashi couldn't snatch it fast enough as he held it dangerously close to his face, eyes sparkling with wonder for the first time in a week. His whole demeanor did an impressive 450° spin as he continuously pointed at the video and paused it in sections like he was looking for confirmation that what he's being shown is real.
"Do you maybe want to go to it, it'd get yo*URK*" Mina would've smacked her head into the floor if her hand hadn't held her up as Hizashi tackled/ hugged her. It was like Christmas came early for the lonely child.
"YES! Opps, sorry! But I want to go! I'd have so much fun but not so much fun I'd want to stay there because I like it here. But I could go play and wear a cool uniform! Do I get to choose the uniform? I want mine in green! NO! BLUE! BLUE IS A COOL COLOR! So many things are blue! LIKE...Shouta?" Hizashi trailed off as he heard something strange coming.
Just then all four watched Shouta dart through the kitchen and leap onto Yagi, sending the man smashing to the ground. He'd found his phone and was going to celebrate with tea instead he got a child cannonball to his chest. Which was a very weird site given how careful Shouta was when it came to making noise, touching people, or expending too much energy. It got even stranger as he buried his face deeper into Yagi's chest with his butt in the air, curling up.
Not a second later they heard a loud, "sorry" quickly followed by a running Bakugo.
All three got the gist of what was happening and knew their buddy had fucked up. Like really bad. And they'd have to fix this before it got any worst.
Kirishima quickly grabbed his explosive friend, yanking him to a skidding halt by his belt before he ran into the living room, stopping him from scaring their lil' sensei even more than how much he already had. While Sero and Hizashi went to check on All Might, that tackle couldn't have been good for the frail-looking man.
"DUDE! Stop!" Kirishima said as he yanked his bud back by the back of his pants and one arm, the blond fighting him like a rabid dog.
"LET GO! I GOT SHIT TO FIX!"
Mina looked to see Shouta in the distance, perched on Yagi, shaking harder as Bakugo yelled.
"Nope! Cause you're about to make it worse. Calm down and explain why Shouta was running like he'd just seen a monster.
Bakugo calmed down as that hit him hard, "I...Okay, so I thought it was one of you guys, Deku more likely as its always him, coming to ask for help on dinner or stupid shit. Well, it wasn't. it was...Shouta."
"And…" neither of the two were liking how the story was going.
"Well I ripped it open on the first few knocks and may've been louder than normal," Bakugo shifted as he started petting the plushie he had in his hand, "I...might...okay did. Well, I said, `` What, you worthless piece of shit."
Katsuki had never had so much anger directed at him as he finished his explanation. If looks could kill he'd have died ten times and counting by now.
"You fucked up." Mina said as she took the remainder of Kirishima's sandwich.
Yeah! I got that!"
"Hey! You fucked up, you don't get to snap at me! Listen, slow down cause you go running in there and being pushy, you're shooting yourself. Let him cool down first THEN calmly approach and speak at a low soothing, like All Might does."
"Okay…."
(rewind a bit)
I guess it slipped out my pocket. But this is deserving of te…"*URK*!"
Yagi snapped out of his mental planning as something barreled into his stomach, knocking him down and the wind out of him. He attempted to sit up but the person didn't move, in fact they're now digging their fingers into his chest.
He looked down, expecting to have to tell Hizashi again that he wasn't Tarzan (Yagi condemned Disney for making that one. He'd been dealing with the consequences of the mini English teacher watching it all week.)
"Young Shouta? are *hiss* you okay? What's wrong?"
Yagi got no response except the child curling up more and his shivering ramp up.
Oooookay, something is seriously wrong
"Shouta…does something hurt? Can I see?"
Shouta still said nothing, disregarding Yagi's words and kept his face in his chest. Yagi was at a loss at what could make Shouta with his calm deposition act like this.
He looked to the fastly approaching Sero and Hizashi, expecting them to have a clue when they were equally as lost as he was to what had gone down.
Like a koala, Shouta latched onto Hizashi's front, letting the retired Pro-hero begin to gather himself and try to rectify the current situation.
Though he got the gist of the situation when he saw how much harder Shouta would shake every time Bakugo raised his voice.
Well, that and Bakugo approaching with an extremely sad and confused look on his face. Bakugo wrung his hands together as he struggled to find the exact words to say as Shouta refused to look at him. He just buried himself closer to Hizashi's chest.
Bakugo got down on a knee in front of Hizashi, "Shouta. I'm very very sorry for yelling at you. I really really truly didn't mean it nor think you're worthless. "
Bakugo's dread rose as he saw Shouta not even look back up at him. He wasn't even sure if the boy heard him.
"Hizashi, how bout you take Shouta to have a nap in his sleeping bag." Yagi could tell the older boy wasn't getting nor would he get through.
Hizashi nodded and walked off explaining something awesome had just happened.
"Will he forgive me?" Bakugo looked at Yagi after Hizashi had disappeared upstairs, knowing he knew Aizawa the best, and could handle the situation they're having right now.
Yagi paused and thought about the current situation. And it could either be extremely positive or be a total "shitshow"
"Young Bakugo, this will be a painful lesson that in the end will have an outcome...whether its good or bad I'm not sure."
{The next day}
Hizashi ran circles around Mina and Sero, hopping up and down as they made their way to where the commercial had indicated the teams were.
They didn't have to look hard though as several other locals were taking their kids there too and they just followed them.
"Now, Hizashi. What are you not to do?" Sero said as he went over the rules/guidelines once again.
"Uggggggh! We turn thes other buttcheeks to peoples. No fighting. No wanderings off, nos matters what." Hizashi leapt over the cracks in the sidewalk, "don'ts say anythings about UA because that's a secrets. "
"What else?"
"Ums….remembers personal space...not everyones wants hugs and no usings my quirk unless allowed/tolds to bys an adult."
Mina and Sero nodded at each other as they made it to the Kiyose Higashi High School who's fields were being utilized.
"Wow…" Sero said as he looked around, "Privates schools must get a ton of spending cash to have a place like this."
And it was amazing seeing how the school seemed to have everything.
On the blacktop, near the road, were 2 sizable fenced off areas for tennis. Each area held three courts.
It had 2 giant fields, one lower and one upper. Both fields catered to different sports The upper field was sectioned in half horizontally by a fence and a stadium seating setup. Obviously so people could watch the highschoolers play. They even had lights overhead so games could go through the nights. The upper field was where soccer and Football were played, going off the goals and markings on the turf. The second, lower one, housed a sandlot and behind the fencing and such there seemed to be a volleyball practice court.
Hizashi eyes widened in amazement. One, because how big the place was and two, everywhere he looked kids were running and playing. He was literally vibrating with excitement
"Hey, Zashi, Sero and Mina!" a familiar voice hollered
All three turned their heads to see none other than Mirio jogging over to them. The older teen wearing a blue volunteer shirt and a baseball cap with the Deimon Devil Bats logo on it.
The teen came to a stop in front of them, his usual smile bigger as he wiped some sweat from his forehead. "What brings you here cause we don't have any games today?"
"MIRIO! IM'A JOIN A TEAMS, HAVES FUN, MAKE PALS ANDS- " Hizashi happily screamed before Sero clapped a hand over his mouth, drawing everyone's attention towards them accidentally with his words heard perfectly by everyone there.
The shockwaves actually caused the high school's stadium overhead lights to burst and glass shards to rain down. As well as send several cheerleaders doing a pyramid toppling to the ground.
Sero was starting to regret this idea as he tried to hold the child still vibrating with excitement still.
""Hizashi!" Mina said as she saw everyone's eyes on them, her cheeks burning.
"Oh. SORRYS MY BAD!" the three teens flinched as whatever lights weren't burst, did and the pyramid just reformed was sent to the ground again.
Mirio waited a second for his ears to stop ringing before crouching down to Hizashi's height, making sure to have the child's attention.
"Hizashi, I know you're excited but you can't be here if you have so many slips." Mirio said with his serious face, "I don't want that cause I wanna watch ya beat all those other kids from the bleachers! Okay!" Mirio smiled hoping he'd gotten through to him.
That dampened Hizashi's spirits before it rose again with how excited he was to make new acquaintances and that Mirio was rooting for him. He nodded and calmed down.
"Well, after that I guess everyone knows why you are here. So, do you have a preference on which to do? What catches your interest the most?" Mirio said as he got back up, and gave Hizashi a pat on the head.
"Um...We don't know. Which one do you want to try and play, Hizashi?" Mina asked though in her mind she was wondering how many of the teams had already written them off.
The commercial didn't say they could refuse to put your kid on the team, right?
"Hmmmmmmmmmmmm…." Hizashi hadn't really thought about that, like at all. All he'd thought about was all the friends he could make. He looked around, hoping he'd see something that would interest him. And then he saw it, right behind the baseball practice.
He watched enraptured as they practiced a routine, the pompoms high in the air before they broke away to show a cactus cowboy. It had a blue shirt and darker blue pants which were covered with poofy tan chaps. Chaps that paired well with the dark brown vest and matching color gloves. Its mouth was partially obscured by its lemon colored bandana, adding a sort of cute factor. The two dark holes it had for eyes, similar to that of a shy guy, stared into Hizashis's soul as it shot pop guns in the air. Its ammo belt and floppy brown hat bouncing along with it, flapping in the air with its almost majestic movements.
"That one." he pointed to the mascot and Mina whined, "Why baseball!? Why not something else! Like soccer or cheerleading?"
Hizashi raised an eyebrow and was about to correct Mina's mistake when Sero said, "Cause it's a man's game! And plus soccer is boring as hell with little to cheer for and everyone knows cheerleading is for girls."
"Oh...yeah. I want baseball…" Hizashi said with a tad less excitement in his voice, realizing he wouldn't (or couldn't) join his first choice.
"OK! Lets go!"
All four quickly made their way to the diamond and the practicing team.
"Hi! My name is Tesuto Suteron, or as most of you know me as the Bull hero, Minotaurosu. I'm gonna be the coach" all four of them had to crane their necks up to see the face of who was talking as the new arrival was huge.
The man was a whooping 6' 9" and 265 lbs of muscle, which they deduced from how tight his shirt he wore was. The blue tee showing an outline of his heavily defined muscles, made him very intimidating. He had long black wavy hair that covered his red eyes and a 5 o' clock shadow. Out of his shaggy hair were two long thick horns that jutted forward situated on either side of his head, with big furry ears. He had two gold cuff bracelets, typical cargo shorts and a workout shirt with the words, "Reinventing the heroes of tomorrow" on it.
"He's so awesome…," Sero stopped his idolization and remembered why they were there (a.k.a. The child he was barely holding onto.) Hizashi, in typical fashion, was so excited he was trying to run off and greet all the boys and touch all the equipment. "Um, this is Hizashi Yagi, and he'd like to join, right?" Sero said right a bit louder than the rest of the sentence to get Hizashi's attention.
"Huh? Oh, yeah…" Hizashi didn't even look at him, unable to take his eyes off the mascot doing the worm.
"Heheh! Sorry." Mina felt like this may've been a bad idea.
"Oh, don't apologize." Coach Suteron smiled, "he's just a bit more distractible! We're taking a break so let's let him meet the other kids and I ask you the typical, run-of-the-mill jargon I have to ask everyone."
Sero did that and like he was shot out of a cannon, Hizashi ran off to meet the groups.
Hizashi ran like the wind to find a group of four sitting around in a circle eating some sandwiches. (there's 12 but they're the focus)
In the group circle was a boy with a sparrow head, one with tusks, blue messy haired and one with goggles.
Hizashi stopped about 5 feet from them, they were still unaware of Hizashi.
Ok...how do i do this. What'd be the best option.
Hizashi started remembering the litany of former attempts made at making friends and the disastrous results they'd been when he got too emotional.
Shouldn't run in...should walk. Actually I need to calm down...can't mess up.
Hizashi remembered the time his (former) friend, Tatsuya had given Hizashi his cupcake and he'd gotten so excited. So excited he blasted him point blank with his quirk. That friendship broke, like his buddy's arm as he fell weirdly.
Or when he and a local kids club had a sort of field day and how people brought all sorts of toys and equipment. Katsuo had brought his new, expensive (he'd stressed how expensive it was) bike. It was custom designed. It had wind resistant tires. It had a speed gauge. It's had ended up lost at the bottom of a lake. The bike was blasted out there when Hizashi sobbed over scraping his knee.
He was suspended from the group for a while.
Then there was the time Rin threw a birthday party. It was cool, especially her German shepherd, Chibi. Remembering how his tongue tickled him and how he'd dissolved into a laughing mess. One laugh being so strong that Chibi lay twitching on the ground and he broke all of Rin's house windows.
He'd moved schools after that.
He gathered himself, dusted off the imaginary dirt on himself and calmly walked over.
You can do this...
"Are you the baseball team?"
Hizashi resisted the urge to run away as all eyes honed in on him. He liked attention, but this was that judging type of attention. One he'd seen too often.
The googles wearer went to answer but the one with blue messy hair cut him off," Oh gee, I don't knows. We're onlys sitting ons the baseball field ands have our bats. Yeah, we'res the team. Are yous lost or somethings?"
Hizashi felt his cheeks flush as he twiddled his thumbs a bit. Feeling dumb he hadn't said hi instead.
"Toshio, stops being a jerkface. My name is Norio, where are you looking to go?" Norio was your average looking boy, with big round eyes and dark hair. He was kinda unassuming but had a nice aura surrounding him. Hizashi deduced the google were because he had glasses and didn't want them to break.
Toshio, the messy blue haired one, was the exact opposite. He reminded Hizashi of Bakugo with how he seemed to be scowling or a bit angry even when he was smiling. He had strangely two tattoos under his eyes, like jiro, except his weren't shapes. They were Nyansapos (wisdom knots). He seemed to be sizing Hizashi up and from how he answered, Hizashi guessed he wasn't impressed.
"Um...here!" Hizashi bounced back to his typical happy self, realizing he now was ultimately on a team.
Excited knowing that he'd get to go out for ice cream after the games and talk about their favorite players with them. Just like he'd seen on TV.
I want raspberry ice cream...
A weird vibe took over, Hizashi wouldn't say it's one of anger. No, It seemed more like hesitation and apprehension.
"Do...do you know how to play?" Norio asked after looking Hizashi up and down. Norio hid it but he was doubtful Hizashi could do 20 consecutive push-ups, let alone keep up with them in the games.
No, that's not fair...I mean there was that dude named Rudy. Maybe Glasses is like that?
"Um...nos. I'm kindas clueless bu-""Uuuuuuuuuuggggh. Welp, that's justs great."
It was Toshio again, he facepalmed before sending everyone a ridiculous fake look of sadness," Welp, kiss our record goodbye boys. Thanks to Muchi over here."
Hizashi felt his face start to hurt from how red it was. It only worsened as the others, besides Norio, started chuckling at the nickname Hizashi was afraid he'd just earned.
"Dude, cool it. He hasn't even given his name." Norio face showed this was a common thing or at least typical of the other boy
"Yeah he did. He said, "I'm clueless." Muchi is speaking to you. You shouldn't be so mean, Norio."
"That's not! My names Hizashi Yamada!" Hizashi tried to sound assertive but he could already see it was ineffective. Toshio just smiling at how flustered he was getting. The others except Norio sided with him.
"Wha? Yous have two names?"
"Wha? No! I-"'So, your names is Muchi. Likes I justs said.. don't cha knows your owns name?" Toshio cut him off again, he was enjoying this interaction thoroughly.
Hizashi was going to retort when he heard the coach calling for them. He and the others walked off, laughing.
Norio sighed. He knew Toshio's personality was an acquired taste and that he seemed to consider the new kid a threat if he was being this antagonistic.
Scratching his cheek, the previously carefree mood killed, he thought of something to say.
"Don't let it get to you, he was like that when I first joined."
Hizashi just gave a weak smile, faking it, before saying,"it's fines! He's just jokings around! Ummm...mys names really not Muchi, it's H- "
"Hizashi. Yeah, I heard. Listen, stick with me and you'll be fine. They just got to warm up to you." Norio said as he slowed his pace down enough that Hizashi could walk beside him.
Hizashi was smiling but not so much on the inside because he knew what this was. Norio wasn't a friend he'd fallen into the pseudo big brother role.
It's nice but Hizashi wasn't completely thrilled about that. Though he did appreciate the "showing the ropes" Hizashi could easily tell something about Norio.
He liked winning too. Whether it meant something or not didn't matter.
Hizashi quickly figured that out with the constant appraisal of his physique the other boy was doing. Norio, unlike Hizashi, wasn't that stealthy.
I wish I was a girl. Hizashi looked back at the dancing mascot one last time. Trying not to be upset, cause how hard could baseball be?
It might be really fun.
I'll tell them. I'll just explain I don't want to be in it anymore.
Turns out, Hizashi wasn't made to play baseball. In fact he hated it.
His arm hurt from the pitching, he got grass tracks on this shirt and his legs hurt so much from the constant running!
Hell, He loved the coach. He was patient, happily explained the rules and techniques repeatedly. Didn't get mad at him for when his mind would wander or that he couldn't sit still.
He was the straw that held Hizashi back from blasting his players.
It wasn't the pain or the strain it took to remember everything
It was his teammates. he didn't like the team...like at all, really.
He wasn't good, he wasn't going to lie. At best he was below average. But if you asked some of his team, you'd think he was the worst play to ever take up the game.
Toshio and his gang seemed adamant to point out his mistake and emphasize them, even if two people before him did the same
It didn't take Hizashi long to figure out the dynamic
Ito Torvald could be said to sorta resemble a Raijin umpa lumpa. He was a hefty short little boy with a white mohawk. He said his hero name would resolve around said thunder god and that he might be related. With the matching pig-like nose and thick white eyebrows. So thick he constantly was thought to be angry. He even had similar tusk like protrusions coming from the side of his mouth. On his own he wasn't bad, just when Toshio was there he changed. One time, The boy had been kindly explaining his quirk also is disastrously loud when Toshio walked over. Like a flip switch, he told Hizashi he needs glasses that work. Ito wasn't smart enough for snarky or underhanded comments so he used strength. Doing everything with too much force. His throws make Hizashi's whole hand throb. His pat on the back knocked the wind from his lungs.
Honda Suzume was just annoying. Nothing he did really affected Hizashi because he didn't have an original idea in his body. He really just helped the process or make sure to get "this" or "stall the coach". Like Tokoyami, he had the head of a bird, a sparrow, so Hizashi had been so hopeful he'd be a cool dude. Nope. He was even worse than Hizashi at the game but he had money and brought the dopest snacks. There was one good thing though, he didn't bother Hizashi unless he had backup. After Hizashi, fed up, had slammed his small, lightweight body to the ground he learned the true pecking order.
Toshio was the popular kid. Popular kids never liked Hizashi, it seemed. He was the person that'd turn the game around, with him getting at least one homerun every game. Hizashi knew he was cheating though as he'd see his hair quickly glow and he'd suddenly have some second sight or something. Like he'd analyzed all possible outcomes or something.
Norio was nice and all but, he still was Toshio's friend. He still hung with them on lunch breaks or talked to them. Still laugh at the jokes they tell (some at his expense). And Hizashi didn't feel right causing a divide between him and his pals. So after spending the third day of practice eating lunch in an awkward silence he "let him go". He at least tried to limit Toshio's teasing and all.
Everyone else fell into one of three categories.
Nice but, really just acquaintances. Not bad but not really someone he'd invite over.
The second group, which contained more than he'd hoped, were interested but only because he was coming from UA. More interested in a chance to meet Midnight, who'd walked him over once than really play with him and such.
Everyone else was more focused on winning each game they had then really bonding with him. And if Hizashi told them this was non competitive they'd start using his "team name", Dōku.
He'd stupidly turned a question into a lecture. Tanaka had asked the difference between punk and rock. It was around the time he'd jumped into the origins of said genre he heard a laugh. And, jokingly, Kuro had said, "you're sort of a dork for music" and it was off to the races.
So, in conclusion Hizashi was the newbie, he wasn't that good and one of the more popular kids didn't like him. And the others are too focused on winning or his babysitters to be really any fun.
And to top it all off was the terrible schedule. Five days of practice was too much. Which made Hizashi want to quit before any of the other problems started. He thought he'd only have to deal with this on Saturday, he was wrong. So after going a week and a half he was so done.
I just need to tell them, tell em'. It's not fun anymore. Yeah, I gave it a whole week! They'll understand. People get bored. Just say you're bored! I don't need to worry them like mommies.
Hizashi came down to see all of 1A in a huddle around the kitchen table.
"What's going on?" Hizashi fought to remain serious when they all jumped like he was a ghost and they started working frantically on something. A permanent marker even went flying
"Hey, Hizashi! How was practice?" Kirishima said as he pushed him to the living room and onto a sofa. "Learn anything new as of late!?"
"Well, abouts that I- '' Hizashi was about to explain when Mina squealed, pulling his attention from the red headed to her and the rest of 1-A.
"I'm sorry, Kirishima! But I can't wait, we just have to give it to him!" she handed Hizashi a present. Hizashi internally cringed as it had baseballs on the wrapping paper.
~RIIIIIIIIIP~
Oh dear God. No….
Hizashi pulled out a high quality (the highest quality) baseball mitt. The thing almost emits rays because of how beautiful the craftsmanship is. But that didn't have Hizashi internally dying. No, that was because everyone had signed it. Yagi, Shouta, and all of 1A personally signed it. And to top it off the mitt is using UA colors.
"We put "Plus Ultra" in the palm. So, as Deku nerdily said, "every catch'll be plus ultra."
Bakugo rolled his eyes but his words held no malice. He gave Hizashi one of his rare smiles.
Hizashi felt tears pour down his face as he was emotionally overwhelmed.
He felt loved...
… angry…
… guilty…
… scared…
… happy…
But in the end he ultimately felt trapped.
I can't ask to quit now! After getting this would be spitting in their faces. And they'd probably ask him why and he'll stupidly let it slip about the other kids. About Toshio! Then, they'll worry and I'll be a stupid weak baby again! I...I...I...SHIT!
Hizashi's mouth failed him so he just cried, snot rolled down his nose, tears of joy and sorrow.
Hence explains why Hizashi was still on the team, gone to practice everyday the past 2 weeks. He stared at the outfield where he could see the cheerleaders practicing routines. So envious of the person in the Buffalo Bell suit.
Buffalo Bell, since debuting had been a phenomenal hit but it wasn't a surprise considering her look. She had golden horns that protruded from her hat, below are her petal shaped ears that lay on the side of her head. Ears which jutted out like a monkey.
Buffalo Bell strangely had a turquoise oval nose instead of anything resembling a cow.
Instead of the traditional clunky mascot, Bell was more form fitting. It's a ballet slipper pink full body lycra suit, so the person inside can move better. The only additional parts of the thing being the jersey and skirt it danced around in. People adored Her large round anime eyes, their irises 2 different colored rings. The inner ring was magenta and the outer lemonade pink. She had rather thick upper eyelashes, one longer and more prominent ones protruding outwards on either side. She had gloves that resembled Amy Rose's with the only difference being the hot pink ring. Its mouth left open in a constant smile that Hizashi felt was mocking him..
"Hizashi! Lunchtime is over my dude."
Hizashi simply hollered back, "coming" back at his coach in a happy tone that seriously didn't fit how he was feeling on the inside
With a sigh he picked up his bat, dragging it along as they prepared for the game they had next week.
It took 7 whole days for Shouta to remain in the same room as him, it took 2 weeks for him to start responding back to Bakugo and not give a blank far off look. Bakugo was anxious and desperate to have his little sensei look at him again without fear in his eyes, willing to do or try everything possible.
And try he did, Bakugo did everything from buying him a litany of cat themed toys and clothes to letting him have extra time to read or other activities. but still every time he'd catch Shouta's gaze he had a concerned almost scared look in his eyes.
It had been 3 weeks since and he had felt like it was getting better. He says he had because the drawing of him today proved him wrong.
He'd called Hizashi and Shouta down for a snack, having to actually go get them as they seemed absorbed in whatever they were drawing.
When he saw what Shouta had drawn, his heart sunk.
It was him, he could tell from the outfit but he looked horrifying. Not in the sense it was a bad drawing no, horrifying as in he looked like a monster!
His teeth were sharp daggers and his eyes red with a furrowed brow. He was stomping on some lumpy purple thing with eyes and a screaming mouth. In the background was a colorful city on fire, with chunks and cracks all over the buildings. Going from the thing under his boot, Bakugo could tell the pile of purple circles were dead bodies. The ones that weren't ashes that is, which also littered the picture.
Bakugo had pocketed it and returned to his room and now for the past 2 hours he'd been lying on his bed staring at the picture.
He thinks of me as a killer!? A monster!? Goddamnit! I really fucked up...and no amount of bribes or shit will fix this. Oh, god what if Hizashi feels like this and is just concealing his sentiments. And is Eri possibly scared of me!?
It was killing him, especially since he'd been his hero not so long ago and he'd blown it
So, after thinking hard in his room in the dark he came to a solution. It was drastic and likely painful to pull off...but he was out of ideas.
Bakugo walked downstairs to find Shouta and Hizashi playing in front of the TV.
Here goes...well, nothing I suppose.
Bakugo got down in front of the two tykes and took a deep breath, "I know I messed up...like really bad but I swear to stop yelling and snapping at others, from this day out. Just please give me another chance…" he looked pleadingly into his young sensei's eyes, needing him to allow him one more chance.
Shouta stared at him with his typical blank expression before nodding, "Okay. Pinkie promise?" He held out his hand and Bakugo had to stop himself from screaming in joy.
"Yes, pinkie promise!" he smiled at Shouta, the outcome, and the fact he'd be able to redeem himself in the other's eyes.
The next day the class was shocked to see Bakugo sitting at his desk. Or who they think is Bakugo because he was so different. He sat with his back straight reading a book. Weirdly his tie was in place and his shirt tucked in. his iconic scowl gone and replaced with an aura of serenity. a kind small smile on his face and unfurrow brow as he calmly sat and read. Hell, his wild hair was even neatened, not looking so chaotic.
They just stared at their classmate, even Midnight stood frozen in the doorway
Bakugo wanted to yell, "what are you staring at assholes," but couldn't. He said he'd stop that, be civilized and talk things through like a good hero and functioning human being does.
Don't give into anger.
"Uh...hey Bakubro that's a new look you got there. Why're you all...dress code now?" Kirishima stared at Bakugo as he cautiously got to his seat.
"Cause we're supposed to." Bakugo turned the page, not sparing Kirishima a glance," its in the rules unless you've applied for accommodations."
Everyone slowly sat down, trying to digest Bakugo's answer and his whole 720 degree spin.
Bakugo shot a look back at Shouta who was building a city before looking back at the board
I can do this. It'll be easy.
Midoriya looked back at the other 19 students watching him walk into the unknown. He had been offered as the sacrificial lamb. His heart pounding as he clutched his math homework to his chest. He gulped as he got close enough to Bakugo for him to acknowledge his presence.
The explosive user said and did nothing, not even a frown before looking back at his work.
why 'd it have to be me, Todoroki! Why me!?
The rest of 1A looked on, at a safe distance and peeked at their fellow hero in training, sitting at the kitchen table, working on his homework.
"That...what happened. He didn't insult me once today! Is he like...sick?" Kaminari whispered as he looked at everyone a bit panicked his friend might be possessed.
"Guys, wait. Before we panic, we have one last test." Todoroki said in the huddle, "We sent in Midoriya. If he doesn't rage we'll know something really is wrong."
He looked back and saw Midoriya had made contact with the target.
Come on...yell...punch him in the face. something.
"Uh….Kacchan….I-I-I was w-wondering if..um..you'll help m-me with my math homework?" Midoriya finished with holding out his homework while using his other arm to protect his face. He was ready to run, and already had a backup sheet. He clenched his eyes and prepared for the smell of sulfur.
"Sure, Midoriya. Pull up a seat and we can try and tackle this thing." there wasn't a drop of rage in Bakugo's voice.
Kirishima barreled in after hearing that, and grabbed Bakugo violently by his shoulders, "WHO ARE YOU!? WHERE'S BAKUBRO!" he shook said boy back and forth.
"I am Bakugo! And I'd appreciate it if you stop!" Bakugo dusted the dirt off his shoulder when he was released, "listen, I've taken into consideration my previous behavior and how terrible it was for everyone. So, I've taken to bettering myself. I'm no longer going to scream at my problems like a child. I need to be able to do that and I learned the hard way what my rage can do. Attacking people, insulting yelling...well I'm no longer using it. Especially to my close friends and fellow heroes. That's a promise."
Kirishima hearing this couldn't help but worry, because he knew Bakugo and the levels of aggression and anger he'd be bottling by upholding said promise was worrying.
"Um...dude, do you mean like...never again? Cause I don't mean to doubt you but… well that may be...hmmm."
Bakugo shot him a look that said, "watch me, Bitch" before quickly fixing it, "Yes. I'm turning over not a new leaf but a new tree."
And he did. He no longer yelled when annoyed, the damage to school property decreased massively, the hallways no longer echoed with his loud threats or the heavy smell of sulfur.
A majority of 1A wasn't sure about the changes, kinda liking but hating the metamorphosis of Bakugo in ways.
Not Kaminari or Mineta though, they were milking this for all its worth. Seeing if they could make Bakugo snap.
They'd been absolute turds, taking his seat and refusing to move despite the boy asking nicely. They'd eaten his left overs and watched snickering as Bakugo struggled to get a, "please read the name next time." without jumping them. They'd pester him constantly, knowing he couldn't do anything. Usually someone else, Jiro, had to punish the idiots for him as he clenched his teeth and swallowed the rage.
But after two weeks and still seeing Shouta's uneasy looks, Bakugo felt like he was fighting a losing battle. That he was never going to be seen in any other light than the scary mean man in Shouta's eyes.
Maybe the press were right, I'm more villain than hero.
Bakugo didn't come down for dinner that night.
Kirishima hated it, knowing why he was doing it and had been racking his mind for a solution so the classroom dynamics could be rebalanced.
Luckily, the solution came that Thursday.
Kirishima walked by Shouta and Hizashi's room, the door wide open making him privy to an odd scene.
Hizashi lay on his side, slumped over like a fallen doll on the carpet while Shouta seemed to be doing his damnedest to cheer his friend up. He simply stood there, watching as Shouta ripped open another pack of M&Ms and poured them into his mouth. Hizashi simply lay there as his gob became so full the candy was slipping back out.
Kirishima decided to intervene when Hizashi gagged as Shouta pushed the pile down deeper into his throat.
After making sure their teacher didn't die, rubbing his back, he asked Hizashi why he was uncharacteristically sad.
"I was tryings to cheers him up. Sad about pink bison." Shouta explained before going back to his book, seeing he was being relieved of his duty.
What? Pink bison?
"I'm's sads because we're going to lose tomorrow's game. As wes won't have the team ghost in alls of us. Makings us plus ultra. The mascot brokes his leg and coach saids he doesn't haves a replacements."
"The mascot…" Kirishima thought for a second, "Why doesn't Mirio do it?"
"He's toos muscular. Buffalo Bell woulds be…how's he says it. Oh! Bara Bell ins a ways."
"Oh." Kirishima blushed but that made a tiny spark of an idea roar into a flame.
It...if he were to...but, would he do it. Yeah, he's desperate. Plus, this would be not only a solution to Hizashi but...the other."
"Hizashi...don't sulk! I have an idea...an idea that may make all the problems disappear." Kirishima whispered the last part to himself.
"On question...What size is your coach looking for?"
"No!"
"Come on! What's a better way than showing you're a team player!" Kirishima ducked the heavy textbook launched at his head. He knew it might piss his buddy off but he didn't expect to this extent.
"No." Bakugo said adamantly, he wasn't doing it no matter how desperate he was to fix the current situation.
"Come on! What better way to wipe that bad image than to be a literal team player!" Kirishima pushed the outfit into his hands.
"But...WHY THIS!?" Bakugo threw the garment back in the shark toothed boy's face. He couldn't do it, he just couldn't! He had to have a little bit of pride left. He didn't think he could take another hit after the last 3 weeks.
"Come on! Listen, this is the last thing I can think of, after this...well, you're screwed until this ends."
Bakugo turned his back to him as he lay the outfit on his bed.
"Just think about it man...I'm not gonna force you."
*Slam*
"Hmmmph! Good riddance." Bakugo went to toss the outfit in the trash when he saw Kirishima had placed another thing with it. It was a drawing of another monstrous interpretation of him.
"Goddamn it…" he muttered before staring at what might be the most awful experience in his life. But if it ended this torturous treatment he'd do it, doesn't mean he'll like it.
Hence why Bakugo was sitting on a bench, looking at the drawing then back at the horrific thing he was about to do.
If it fixes this then….damn it.
"You learned the routine correct?" a girl said as she poked her head in, a blush on her face just because she was in the men's locker room.
"yes….I practiced them too." he tried not to glare at the girl as she shot him a thumbs up.
With one last heavy sigh, he put on the gloves and head and just stared into one of the mirrors lining the walls.
"I look...like a fuckin' idiot. Oh, god...some of those assholes might be out there in the stands!" Bakugo looked at the ceiling in exasperation.
Well, at least I just have to be out there for a good 10 minutes.
"Hey! The coach told me to tell you that they want you out there interacting with the fans and taking pictures. Really engage with people to promote the program.
God fuckin' damnit!
Kirishima and Yagi waved bye to Hizashi, Kirishima swearing he'd make sure to capture the entire game as so many couldn't make it.
Yaoyorozu's quirk is amazingly useful
As he looked down at the state of the art camera.
Unfortunately, due to duties and previous responsibilities many couldn't make it, something Hizashi was secretly grateful for.
"So, young Shouta! Are you excited to see Hizashi play?"
Yagi smiled as he got a nod and a tiny but real smile from the other boy.
All three were making their way as the crowd that'd come for the football team were making their way out when Shouta stopped abruptly.
"Hmmmm? What is-" Kirishima stopped as he spotted the team's/organization mascot. The character is surrounded by a hoard of people.
"You wanna see them?" Kirishima said, smiling at the little jig the mascot was doing. Which was much to the delight of the mass of kids that had circled them.
So the three split up. Yagi chose to head to the bleachers, so they'd have a great view. Plus, he was tired after getting up early to put on a disguise. (Wanting to avoid fans and autograph chasers.)
Bakugo was in Hell.
He felt himself die a bit more internally as he made a v with his fingers for the camera. Mentally swearing as he had his hand on his hip, leaning forward.
Trying to not snap as he felt one of the teens touched his butt. The boy scarily obsessed with Belle-chan.
Who brings 10 copies of very XXX rated furry pics to a kid's baseball game.
He left his thoughts as he felt something pull on his skirt.
To his surprise it was Kirishima and Shouta.
"Hi! Whats your name, little guy?" he said in his best imitation of a girl's voice.
Like he expected, he got no response (he'd seen his sensei's typically reaction to new people). However, Kirishima did get a picture with both of them together.
That's another for the scrapbook. Kirishima thought to himself.
"Dude, how are you holding up?" Kirishima asked after coming back from taking Shouta to Yagi.
"Despise it. Despise it so much it hurts. Literally feel my blood pressure rising with every second. And I swear to God! If another creep gives me a pic of this character "yiffing" I'll murder someone."
"Well, look on the bright side!"
"Bright side? What bright side?" Bakugo grunted
"That skirt really compliments your figure!"
Bakugo cursed the makers of the costume and the promise he'd swore upon.
No...no. remember, control yourself!
The two parted, Bakugo needed to get ready for his routine and Kirishima so he'd see Hizashi play.
Little did they know they were about to make history.
Everything was going perfectly fine….in the first half. People cheered (Shouta had his headphones) when appropriate. Parents gloated about their kids or yelled to play better. There were some home runs. Sadly, that didn't last through the second half of the game.
Seemed some people thought it to be smart to bring water bottles with alcohol in them. Yagi found this out after a very kind man handed him some in a cup and he'd gagged after one sip.
Hence Yagi wasn't surprised when someone got drunk. Although he was surprised, the man shockingly was a local D-list (at best) pro hero. Said man had taken up the job of cheerleader as he got front and center and put on his show. The man was shirtless, waving his plastic water bottle of vodka around and stumbling about.
That explains why no one is doing anything at the moment. Unruly or not none interferes with a pro.
Yagi realized he'd have to do something especially when the man started adding very inappropriate words to his slurred chants and rants. So he tapped the man, on the shoulder when he got close enough. Attempting to get the man to calm himself down.
"YOU CaLL th-*burp*-at runnin'? I CAN D-whAt *hic* what dooooo y-you want?" The man's breath was so bad it hurt.
"Excuse me, sir. But could you please calm down. There are kids out there. I'd appreciate it if you please sit down so all of us can watch in peace." Yagi said with squinted eyes as the drunk stood way too close.
"Y-Y-Yeah, and they suc-ck ass!" He pointed at the kid up to bat, which unfortunately was Hizashi.
Hizashi looked down at the ground now thinking everyone thought he sucked. Sucking out all the confidence he'd been building up since the game started. The game paused at the moment as everyone just watched the interaction between the two.
I hate this game...so much.
Kirishima seeing the sudden change in the once confident Hizashi wasn't gonna take that lying down.
"HEY! Don't say that about kids, especially MY Mini Bro! I OUGHT-" Kirishima stopped as he saw Yagi shake his head.
Yagi held Kirishima back from engaging, he too wanted to get the man to shut up so they could record in peace but they were civilians.
Kirishima cursed himself for leaving his hero license behind, he couldn't risk going to jail, no matter how sweet it'd be.
Kirishima was about to argue when he felt something cold hit his head and travel down his neck and face. His hair sticking to his head as the intoxicated hero had poured his drink on his head. His eyes stinging a little from the bit of Vodka that got in them.
"*Burp* Y-Y-You looked like y-you needin' cooolin' off!" he then let the combination of a belch and laugh, thinking he'd just done the funniest thing in history.
Kirishima wasn't gonna take that lying down, he activated his quirk and threw a punch. Consequences be damned.
However, instead of rock on flesh it was a normal punch. He glanced over, feeling a very familiar feeling, to see Shouta's glowing red eyes staring at him.
The annoying man hit the ground from the force before standing up set to return the favor. Coach Suteron quickly ran to interfere and end the fight immediately.
However, a certain someone was faster.
The intoxicated idiot was winding up but stopped as he felt himself tapped on the shoulder again. A hard tap. The wasted hero turned around to see it was Buffalo Bell, the mascot having left the field.
The stupid idiot's survival instincts failed to detect the rage emitting from the kawaii character.
"Y-Yes *burb* you're really cute. Now, fuck off you pink heifer." the inebriated man shoved Bell back a bit, angry at the interruption.
Bell didn't like that, she started to shake, as the smell of burning cotton and fabric permeated the air.
Kirishima and Whino looked down to see Bell's hands sparking up as little explosions were repeated going off in whomever was inside's palms.
Bell decked the local hero hard, sending him to the ground. She didn't let up and began repeatedly wailing on the drunk.
The hits were deafening but they weren't loud enough to hide Bell's screamed rant.
"YOU DISRESPECTFUL BOOZER, THIS IS A KID'S GAME! FUCKING ACT LIKE IT! BEHAVE LIKE THE MAN YOU SAY YOU ARE AND STOP DICKING AROUND! I WOULD OF LET IT GO BUT NO ONE! I MEAN NOONE! DUMPS SHIT ON SHITTY HAIR BUT ME! SO, CONGRATULATIONS ASSHOLE, YOU JUST EARNED YOURSELF THE ASSKICKING OF A GODDAMN LIFE TIME! I NEEDED AN OUTLET AND YOUR DISGUSTING, WASTE OF FOOD AND RESOURCES BEING WORKS WONDERFULLY! IM'A MAKE YOU MY BITCH!"
Every single word heard crystal clearly as Bakugo was mic'd up. The organization thought it'd be a good idea to have Bell saying some cute phrases or audible chants for once.
God, were they regretting it greatly.
Seeing this Hizashi, bless his heart, joined in from the where he still stood to bat. Using his quirk to scream, " YEAH, YOU FUCKIN' ASSHOLE. YOUS STUPID MEAN DUMMY HEAD!"
This caused those close enough to have their phones and anything else fragile break, the plate underneath him breaking. Groans of pain were heard coming from the many parents. Ito seeing his mom clutching her ears, left third plate and tackled Hizashi!
"YOU HURTS MY MOMMY!" he screeched before he decked Hizashi his quirk booming behind and breaking more things.
Seeing Hizashi and Ito using their quirks made the other kids on both teams start to use their quirks, seeing it as an opportune time to go wild. Causing an absolute warzone to form on the field. An all out battle royale.
One attendee (also drunk, just quiet), seeing the Mascot wailing on a guy and the warzone and pandemonium going down on the field got the idea that this was like one of those hockey fights.
"Kicking? I wanna do some kicking!" which he did, to the buff woman in front of him. THIS, like a domino effect starting fights to break out everywhere as people either joined in on the fun or defended themselves.
The chaos lasted a solid 2 hours, with Midnight and Ectoplasm having to be called to assist the Coach, Kirishima, and the police to get things under control. It actually took 5 policemen to stop the kawaii mascot from killing the intoxicated man (and they only barely succeeded)
The drunken man who started it was taken away, along with some others were arrested. Many kids and people lay dead asleep in piles thanks to Midnight. The game came to end prematurely, with many disgruntled and frazzled parents taking their unconscious children home.
Unfortunately, because Kirishima was the first to engage he was sited into being the aggressor whom started the whole debacle. Fortunately, he wasn't taken in or written up...however, because of him Hizashi was removed from the team and not allowed in any other sports offered by the organization. In addition, a sizable amount of community service time with them he'd have to complete. The coach understood but he was in no position of power to let Kirishima get off scot-free. Especially since he was the one that'd recommended Bakugo.
The bovine hero, a sad aura radiating from him brought Hizashi to them. His hair and uniform a mess and pressing a bag of ice to his right eye. The kind man apologizing he couldn't get them to reconsider.
He did, however, sneak Hizashi his favorite number baseball bat to keep. Almost like a going away gift.
So now, he and the two children simply sat on the curb, waiting for a certain someone. Yagi having gone on ahead after they'd said they wanted to be alone for a bit.
Kirishima looked at Hizashi, who held a bag of ice to his eye, a tired look in his eyes. Ito had got him good, but Ito wasn't faring any better.
He and Hizashi were just watching everything they'd caught on tape, from the beginning of the game to when Kirishima struck the guy. With several other bits caught here and there. Bits like Hizashi's straddling and socking Ito. Bell running after the terrified drunk Pro-hero with a bat. A drunk pink man, returning to his seat with a trumpet round his neck, stretching his neck like a giraffe. And several other highlights before the rest became an unsteady mess as All Might hauled Shouta out of the chaos.
"I thinks you would've gots 10 home runs." Shouta said as he pat his friends head, making him let out a little hiss
"Thanks….my mouth hurts. Can we gos see Grandma?"
"One sec, kay. We've got to wait for someone." Kirishima gave Hizashi an apologetic look as he glanced back at the gym.
"Whos?"
"Hey." Came a familiar voice, except more downtrodden. It weighed down by a mound of regret and guilt.
He looked up to see Bakugo in some basketball shorts and a wife beater, his friend sweaty, pissed and sad at the same time.
He basically collapsed besides him, and stared at the sky, avoiding all six eyes.
"Took so long because the damn owners didn't appreciate the damaging of their property and "image". What assholes, punishing a child for my fuck up."
"That was yous...ins thes pink girl cow?" Bakugo looked over to see Hizashi staring at him with an unreadable expression. Both kids having switched to sit on his other side instead of Kirishima's.
"Yeah….I-I...I'm so sorry! I didn't just calmly handle the situation." He scratched the back of his head,"guess I failed both of you. Shouta, I'm sorry I broke my promise. And Hizashi, I swear I'll find a way to fix this. Or make it up to you, I swear!"
Shouta looked at Bakugo for several seconds," Good. I don'ts likes the new you. Wants old Bakugo backs."
Bakugo was pretty sure he could hear a record scratch as he just stared at the quiet child.
"Wait...what? but you drew me as a monster!"
"Monster?"
Bakugo took out the neatly folded drawing, showing the confused three what he was referencing
"Oh….I was looking fors the second part ofs the card!"
"Card?" Bakugo said he now had no idea what the other was referencing.
"Yeahs! Yours gets better card. Thats yous in your new suit ands you goings to be fightings the bad bad virus." Hizashi said as he pointed and explained the various elements of the drawing.
Bakugo sitting silently, still stuck on the fact they had been making a "get well" card.
"Wait wait wait….did you think I was sick!?" he looked at the two with a sort of dumbfounded look.
The two little kids nodded
"yous were actings weird. And looked sad alots. Ands everyone else acted strange. Zashi said its because yous weres reallys sick."
"Yous bought the gifts and things justs like my GG boughts toys fors me and started acting really differents before going into the grounds. BUT yous better now, right?"
"Then...the-the scared looks were because you thought...I was dying….pssssh...hahahaha..HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Bakugo couldnt hold it in. he wasnt laughing at their concern but at the huge mess assumptions had played in their situation.
"Yeah! So, no needs to says sorry!"
"Guys, I was never sick! I...HAHAHAHAHA...I thought you *wheeze* were terrified of me, Shouta! Cause I screamed at you and you stopped talking to me."
"Ohs. I was stills thinkings about your question. What do I want. I wants old you backs."
"But...My "old self" got Hizashi kicked off the team!"
"Goods, I wanted tos plays the sport with thes pompoms buts I'm nots a girl." The frown returned to the blonde's face.
"Wha….?" Kirishima and Bakugo said in unison
"See," Hizashi pulled out his phone and pulled up the advertisement, "I like the cheerings and chants. I wannas be a cactus cowboy."
"So...neither of you two are mad with me?"
Shouta and Hizashi shook their heads.
"And miss the old me?"
They nodded
"Thank God! One more second and I would've exploded." Bakugo stopped before looking at all three of them before adding, "And I guess I can still be myself, I'll just try and tone it down a bit."
Everyone smiled and Kirishima suggested they go get ice cream before heading back. Bakugo got up but before he could get walking he felt someone pull on his shirt.
Looking down he saw Shouta, asking to be carried, with a tiny smile on his face.
Kirishima felt his heart hurt as he watched Bakugo walking away, Shouta in his arm while holding Hizashi's hand. The excitable boy listing off every ice-cream flavor imaginable.
Glad to have you back, Bakugo. More so than you realize.
"We're home!" Kirishima called out to almost get barreled into by Kaminari and Mineta, shit eating grins on their faces.
"Heeeeeey, Baku my buddy, my pal! I was playin' your Breath of the Wild game and kinda erased your saved file. You ain't mad though?" Kaminari held up his switch, "Oh, also went in and took this from your room! BUT that's no biggie, right?"
"Yeah! And I ate that last slice of cake. You know, the one you were savin'? BUT know this...it was delicious and it was my B. Didn't see that note you left on it's container. Accidents happen, right?" Mineta licked the last of the frosting on his fingers off.
Bakugo stood there for a second before looking over at Shouta. His tiny sensei simply nodded.
Bakugo smiled as he grabbed Hizashi's bat by the handle.
Mineta and Kaminari were on a liquid diet for a while.
Kirishima and Bakugo stood on the sidelines as he watched the girl's getting ready for the halftime performance.
Turned out, several girls (Mina, Hagakure, and Uraraka) really liked what happened at the Sports Festival and decided to stick with it, with other classes joining to form a cheer squad.
"I hate to say it, Shark boy, but this is actually a smart plan. From what I've seen he's a natural!"
"Oh course it's brilliant! I'm the man with all the plans!" he smiled before making sure the video recorder and tripod were perfect. Not wanting to miss a second.
The girls got 5 seconds of the routine before the music suddenly cut off, the girls all having a confused or worried look on their faces. Only for them to make exaggerated faces of fear and sadness as a figure came towards them.
The crowd started rumbling, people confused and wondered if something had gone wrong but Nemuri assured them when she projected to the stadium.
"Ohno! What's this!? It seems Principle Nezu doesn't agree with the performance!"
The cameras zoomed in on a tiny figure wagging his mitten-covered finger with a pouting face stomping over.
Bakugo had to admit The girls had really done one hell of a job with so little time. It helped that someone wisely suggested they'd take the All Might onesie design and modify it. Now, instead of the supposed hero design, Yaoyorozu was able to make one that replicated the Principal's suit and fur. She also took the bunny ears-like hair and replaced them with overly large bear/mouse ears. They'd even gotten shoes that perfectly replicated the animal Pro hero's.
They'd wisely opted to use a mask, similar to Fat Gum's, to hide Hizashi's identity as a precaution. And drew the iconic scar on his face and painted a button nose on him, finishing the get-up.
However, Hizashi could've been handed a plastic bag and he'd have been happy. He was just happy he'd get to dance for people. Be the center of attention, a role he loved so much.
Hizashi, now living his dream as a mascot, mimed chastising the girls and demanding they get into a line. They held their head down as the chibified Nezu walked under down the line, till he got to the center.
The girls standing with their heads down and arms crossed at the wrist, heads hung after being scolded.
And then a new song started.
Hizashi flipped around and joined them in a cheer stance
Nezu will never admit it, but he absolutely loved it.
I keep seeing them doing this routine in my mind. I just can't stop visualizing it. YouTube: Cosmo cougar mascot - Pretty boy Swag (amazing right) watch?v=hCaDDenXZaA&ab_channel=KrazyTee
OH! How's everyone like my new cover picture for the story? It was originally going to be for ch.2 but frustration and junk set in. But I really like it.
Notes (there's a lot this time)
Was originally gonna have Sho and Tamashiro from the license exam Arch in as Norio (Sho) and Toshio(Tamashiro) but nah.
Player 1- Oba Toshio
First name means: "Brilliant man.
Player 2- Ito Torvald
First name means: "Thor's ruler."
Player 4-Honda Suzume
First name means: "Sparrow."
Nakagawa Norio
First name means: "Lawful man."
Muchina means clueless. Hence, Muchi
Dork- Dōku
Coach Tesutosute Ron- push it together and you get Tesutosuteron which is testosterone in Japanese
Minotaurosu- you probably already guessed it but it means minotaur
A Wisdom knot is an african symbol.
KIYOSE HIGASHI HIGH SCHOOL- has no meaning that I know, I just used a Japanese School name generator. But I described the setup Mount Tabor had for its fields and such (from memory, the best I could that is)
So, if you didn't gather but Shouta's parents are well...well…...yeah.
Yes, Mirio's hat is an Eyeshield 21 reference and yes they exist in this fic. There might be more stuff referenced (from different animes)...we'll see ;)
And yes the mascot being described is the Seibu Wild Gunmen mascot, Saboten
Buffalo Bell is an actual mascot in Japan, Bakugo wearing that had me dying.
I actually used the reference of Roman Reigns (wrestler) as a reference for how Ron looks bodywise with the bull part of him being from a highland cow. They're so shaggy, I love em'.
YES! I imagine they use that stadium for more than the Sports festival. I suspect UA have their own Football and basketball team. Just like any highschool would have.
Whew! Was this a long one? This was longer than the beginning chapter! 11837 Words and 34 pages!
The next might be a shorter one….we'll see, likely not. But, since this was heavily Hizashi's chapter...Next'll be our boy, Shouta!
{I've got so many ideas and fics running around my head. I might make a story dump to just put them out there...maybe.}
Don't hesitate to comment, it's literal writer fuel.
Next time on Our Teacher are Tykes!?:
A new challenger approaches! Am I the Knight or Dragon to Princess Hizashi!?