I forgot to put this in the previous chapter so I am putting it here just in case.

Disclaimer: I do not own either My Hero Academia or any of the Fate series. Only these few pages I wrote.

Chapter 2

His memories of what happened after the.. news was announced are all just a mish mash of colors, series of images, sights of people's faces, some distant voices and his cousin holding his hand in an attempt to keep him safe. The funeral came and went. There was not even any sadness of mourning to talk about. The way he was feeling could be compared to that one time he had decided to show up his classmates and climb the tallest tree in the park. Kota barely reached the bottom branches before slipping and falling head first into the grass. At that time, there was no pain, not until hours later. He did not even remember the impact itself, just the utter shock that it had happened combined with disbelief.

Kota still felt as if his parents were going to enter his cousin's house any moment and take him home, because that is where he should be and not here. Wherever 'here' exactly is, he did not even know where his cousins lived now that he had thought about it.

"Kota! Dinner is ready!"

Kota remained lying face down onto the bed sheets provided earlier. His cousin called him again, he ignored her calls. Eventually, when she came over to check on him, he pretended to sleep. Soon enough, he heard the door reopen, a soft clank as something was placed next to his bed before the door closed quietly again.

I want to go home.

I crazy thought had occurred to him - open one of the window, find a way to climb down from the second floor and run back home. The boy got up from the bed, intending to do exactly that, touched the window frame, it opened with ease, pushed his head through the opening, looked down and… his empty stomach turned from the height alone.

Unfortunately for him, the stairs creaked again. Panicking, he closed the window and lied back down. Fortunately for him, the stepps only passed by his door. Kota let out a deep breath.

Unfortunately, the energy he felt he had just moments earlier, ready to help him get back home seemingly vanished into thin air.

The thought that he would open that window again and attempt that descent made his stomach turn more than before.

Kota quietly cried himself to sleep.


His first thought when he got up was to find his little bag he always carries around, put some new stuff in it and go hang out with his friends. It was his permanent addition to him since the day that he had received it. A billion little pockets everywhere, it was impossible to tell where some things actually were. Some things would have turned up only months later, always making his day when that happened. When it came to toys, not so much with food.

Still dressed in his clothes from the previous day, he climbed down from his new bed and started looking. It was not in the closet, on it, under the bed or any other random shelf he has managed to find. Gritting his teeth, he kicked the damn piece of wood.

"Damn it!"

The damn piece of wood seemed to disagree with how it was being trated because it made a creaking sound before it started to tilt. Quickly he caught it before any real damage was done. "Damn it!"

"Kota! Is everything alright?"

Kota quikcly turned around at the sound of his cousin's voice, luckily the door remained closed. "I am fine!" Carefully, he put the small bedside table back before looking down at the damage caused. There was a fine crack in the wood, starting at the bottom of the leg and moving upwards before disappearing in the shadows. "Are you sure? If you need anything..."

"I said I am fine!" He snapped.

There was silence outside for a moment. "Alright. I am preparing some breakfast. Would you like to go out later on? Just walk around a bit, maybe get some ice cream, what do you think?"

If it is going to mean that he can get out of this house even for a moment, then the answer is yes.


Shino Sosaki, his cousin (he honestly still did not know how to call her and he was not going to call her by her hero name either) looked at him over the large ice cream. It tasted nice for about a second before realizing again why he was actually there. Looking after his health, his parents rarely allowed him large treats like this.

Probably realizing what the issue was, she kept the smile but now it felt a little strained.

The ice cream was paid for and the duo moved elsewhere.

Everything is different and honestly, Kota just now figured out what it is like to hate something. He hates the place, he hates everything about it. He knows he probably shouldn't hate his cousin either but right now that is all he feels.

So he thought as he spotted a hero patrolling the streets. Some weeks back, he would have been able to say his name on spot before… doing something. Maybe running towards him and asking for an autograph.

"Can we go home? Please?"

"Of course, we can." She reassured him.

"I mean, can I go home?" His cousin got the message what he actually meant and sadly shook her head.


Night time approached. Kota sat on his bed playing with his fingers nervously. Turning around, he glanced at the window. Next to him lies a rope he has somehow managed to make out of the covers provided to him, a small backpack, different from his own, loaded with some other things he thought he could need on his way home.

Once the lights have turned off, he waited for a little longer, then fully opened the window. Prepared a little better for the height, he no longer felt as sick, though it was still a bit high for him.

After tying the rope to his bed, he scooped up the rest and somehow managed to throw it outside, over the window frame. "I can do it!"

Slowly and carefully, and definitely not looking down, he managed to climb outside. The makeshift rope withstood the strain and Kota eventually placed his feet onto the grass. Quickly, he spun around and ran.


Kota´s determination lasted for about half an hour. Only then he finally realized that not only he is out of energy, but also that he has no clue where he actually is. As a result, he ended up kicking the nearest trash can. Though and quite unfortunately, it appeared that the trashcan is being used by some stray animal as a makeshift home, therefore as a result, the upset animal jumped out and attacked him.

The young boy stared terrified at the animal for a moment before finally realizing what was going on, the animal was in his face already. Kota stumbled over his feet and fell backwards as he fought with the creature.

As quickly as it started, it was over. The creature - a cat he realized - raised his head to look around, almost panicked, hissed at something and ran away. Kota just stared at the starry sky, finally realizing what sort of a mess he is actually in.

"Are you… alright?" A stranger asked. Soon enough, a face came into view. His first thought was that he was caught by some hero and that he was going back to his cousin´s. Even the thought of that made his body fill with dread. His second thought was that this person is too young to be a hero. He sighed with relief.

"Kota Izumi." The relief was gone in an instant. The boy sat up as quickly as he could, the other kid dodged before another accident could happen. Luckily.

"H-how do you know my name?"

He(she?) made a face and crossed his arms. "How do I know your name?" On a second thought, he did look rather familiar. Green hair, purple eyes and a really, really pretty face.

"How do I know you? You certainly did not waste any time forgetting about me."

And a rather annoying (and nasty) attitude to go with it. to perfectly ruin any good impression one might have had of the kid. "Kingu?" He said carefully.

"Oh how nice of you to remember." Yup, he is upset. "What are you doing here in the middle of the night?"

"I am not lost!" He snapped at him.

Silence.

"Who said anything about being lost?"

More silence. Kota felt his face burn with embarrassment, barely resisted hiding it, praying to whatever deity that could hear him that the darkness would take care of the issue. "What are you doing here? I mean, you don't look any older than I do."

"Older or not, I know how to fight back. You on the other hand, well you just experienced first hand how that went." Kingu said with a mocking tone, while seeing the faintest mirthful smile appear on his face. On a side note, it just occurred to Kota that if he were to punch him, nobody would find out. Probably. "If you really do not need my help, I might as well get going."

"Wha- I have never asked for your help!"

Kingu shrugged. "Then good luck trying to find your way back." He spun around on his heel and started walking away. Kouta quickly looked around, almost as if hoping to find anything else that could be of any help in his situation. He was cold, his face ached and legs hurt from all the walking. And he still has not even figured out how to get to the station so take a bus home. Damn it!

Kingu was still walking away.

Frustrated he grabbed the hat resting on his head. "Damn it!" He is still moving further and further away from him. "Fine!" Then he stopped and turned around.

"I need help." Kota admitted, quieter this time. He examined his feet for a moment before looking up, hands trying to pull the head down if only to hide his embarrassment. "Do you know it around here?"

Kingu inclined for him to get closer. After an embarrasing moment, Kota was leaning against his back as Kingu carried him back to his cousin's.


Good news was that his cousin had not spotted anything out of order while Kota was outside on his night stroll. His encounter with the cat left no immediately noticeable marks and Kingu managed to bring him back before the sun rose. Honestly, Kota wouldn't have expected the thin, girly looking boy to have that much stamina or strength to do so, without one going out of breath at that. Probably a quirk.

By the time his cousin was up, Kota was lying in his bed, getting some rest and hoping for the aching to pass as soon as possible.

The bad news was that the green haired menace has also decided to stay over. To be specific, he was thoughtfully examining what looked like an old game console Kota found the day before. It wouldn't turn on so Kota left it be.

"Did you sleep at all?"

"I don't sleep." Came a quick reply. "What is this?"

Kingu turned around and held the piece of old plastic and wires close to his face, while looking very confused. Kota gave it a closer look. Judging from how some of the buttons looked, someone must have really enjoyed using it. Not counting the oddly positioned buttons, it had multiple scratches around its edges. "Some old game, no clue what kind though."

"Game?" He looked sceptical.

"You don't sleep?"

"Don't change the topic."

"But like really? You don't sleep at all? Is that why you were out there yesterday?" Kingu's confused look turned into a mild glare and he pulled the game console back towards himself. "I could but I don't need to." He said before inclining towards the game again.

"That is some weird quirk you have." Kota stated out loud. He jumped from the bed, grabbed the console, trying to find where the batteries go.

The journey back the previous evening was surprisingly fast. It quickly occured to Kota that he barely travelled a few minutes of walking from this house, the issue really was that he got hopelessly lost. Once they had arrived, Kingu effortlessly jumped onto the open window frame, Kota still on his back got into the room where Kota got off. Truth to be told, he does not even remember getting to bed, that is how exhausted he was.

For a moment, Kota did wonder where Kingu's parents were - he really does not look that much older than he does. Not to mention, who in this day and age does not know what a game console is?

Kingu sat on the ground while Kota finally found the battery compartment and opened it only to discover that the batteries were missing. Kingu observed him closely. Some moments later, Kota held some new ones, placing them inside.

With a satisfying sound, the game turned on immediately. Kingu was immediatelly next to him, staring at the screen.

Honestly, Kota had no idea what 'Cuphead' even was. It looked old and outdated, however… "Wanna give it a try?" He couldn't help but to ask. Kingu still stared at the screen in awe. Seeing that face alone made him feel satisfaction for some reason. Probably because he had a growing suspicion that he really did not know anything about games like this at all.

His suspicion proved correct as Kingu tried and failed to play. Kingu rolled around his bedroom floor, making a series of frustrated sounds. "I don't need your help!" He snapped at him when Kota tried to explain it again.

That sight made his day.

"Kota? Is everything alright?" Oh snap.

His cousin knocked on the door, sounding worried. Kota relly did not want to know what would have happened if she of all people found out that he let a stranger inside her house-

The issue was solved immediately when Kingu moved around Kota's bed and onto the window frame. One glance later, he was gone.


The day went on and ended. Kota looked around wondering whether he would spot Kingu's distinctive figure or a flash of green hair but nothing.

In the end, he did not show up that day, making Kota wonder whether he would appear later on, or whether he would appear at all.


It was in the middle of the night, though he had no idea when exactly. Kota did not get a chance to check the clock on his wall when something woke him up. His first instinct upon finding out that something is disturbing his sleep was to grab the pillow and throw it.

Not only did the attempt at punishing the one responsible completely fail but the pillow returned with several times the strength. Kota knew. The pillow hit him square in his face, pushing him back onto the bed.

As his eyes still have not adjusted to the darkness, he couldn't see the other person, but he could damn well taste the thick amount of smug in the air.

"You!"

"Yes, me. How observant of you."

"Kingu, it is the middle of the night! Not everyone can stay awake 24/7 like you!" So he said, stumbling over his own words, while trying to get from under the pillow. Finally, he succeeded and turned on the light in the room.

Kingu sat there on his bed as he remembered him. Green hair, reaching up to his ankles, plain shirt, pants and completely lacking footwear. In his hand was that old game console.

"I am here for a rematch."

If he wants a rematch, Kota will give it to him.

Days turned into weeks and those into a full month. Kota returned back to school, to a different school but still a school. Kingu remained around so that is a plus. Not that he would ever admit that out loud. The smug arse made things… tolerable. Still, Kota never went back to his old house. Just as Kingu never actually won any match against him.


Kingu sat on top of the school building, half watching over Kota as he sat in his class a few floors below him, half focused on the city around him. Constant buzzing and noises, it never stopped, not even at night. To be more accurate, some places were even louder at night than during the day.

People moving around, minding their own business, the streets were never empty no matter what. The sheer number of people was astonishing, walking besides each other, shoulder to shoulder in the most crowded of areas.

His body kept slowly recovering, new clay was created and Kingu himself lived a rather uneventful and quiet life. The heroes still have not figured out his current position and it was fine that way. Maybe they have forgotten that he existed at all, Kingu certainly hasn't been bothered once by that side of the society.

The school bells rang for the final time, signaling that his naptime is over. Soon enough, Kingu saw the human boy walk out of the building. Some of his classmates surrounded him, he answered their questions, although he did look a bit awkward as he did so. Kota looked around as if looking for someone. Taking the cue, Kingu started moving. A moment later he was on the same level as Kota who has already separated from the rest.

"Hey, Kingu." Kingu nodded in response to his greeting as he started walking by his side. "Sorry, but we got some homework today."

"Hm."

"I really do mean it, I can't play with you all day."

"Then I'll just wander around."

Kota said something under his nose, something along the lines on how 'annoying he is'. True to his word, Kingu followed Kota all the way back home, entering through the window like usual before laying down onto Kota's bed. Kota glared for a bit, then sat down, pulling out his books.

Soon enough, he was practicing his alphabet.

Kingu, feeling bored, snatched one of the books, opened it and… stared. That is honestly all that he could do. Not because of surprise or anything. It was just that he really couldn't make sense of these letters.

Not that he did not know how to read. Enkidu knew how to read, not knowing how to read was not an option around Siduri apparently. Details of those records were lacking, but the point was that since it was something that Enkidu could do, Kingu could as well.

The problem here was that he couldn't understand what these letters stood for.

"Kingu?" Kingu looked up to see Kota looking at him and being extremely confused for some reason. He looked from the book and back at the weapon.

"What?"

"You do realize you are holding it upside down, right?"

Kingu choked onto something that moment before closing that book shut and putting it away. Kota still stared at him with that weird look.

"Kingu?" He said his name again, more carefully this time. "Did you ever go to school?"

"No." He answered, looking insulted. "Why would I? It is not like I need it." Which was true. Kingu had no need for school, all necessary information was given to him at the time of his creation, rest was filled by Enkidu's records. Kingu had no need for further education, he was not some human that spends his or her entire life learning skills that might not ever be even used.

Kota still looked at him with that strange expression, Kingu soon realized what it might be, and he got angry. Really, really fast. "I don't need it." He growled.

"Sorry! Alright! Don't get angry." Kota replied and quickly turned around.

Kingu lied back onto the bed, face facing the wall, indicating that the conversation is over, he still however felt the boy looking his way.

"I just thought that I'd offer you to teach you… if you really don't know. It is convenient."

Kingu remained quiet.


When Kota introduced him to smartphones, Kingu had no other choice but to accept Kota's help. Kingu, still upset, put himself into learning.

In little time at all, he could read out loud, much to Kota's despair.

"How?!" He kept repeating. "A week ago, you barely knew the difference between katakana and hiragana. How?!"

That is how things went. On a brighter note, now Kingu could explore the infinite weirdness that is the world wide web - often simply called the internet.


I wanted this chapter to be a bit longer, however I also think that it would be better to cut it here and put the rest into the next chapter. The main point is in there, Kota and Kingu are now something like friends. Kingu still protects kids, though he is still the immature kid that blows up the moment he thinks that someone is looking down onto him. Kota is somehow dealing with grief.

To be honest, I alwys wish that all of my chapters were a little longer.

An another thing I forgot to mention: There is no pairing for Kingu. There may or may not be hints that there is but no. I might add one later of but only IF I see a good reason for that rather than to force it. So far, I am only toying with the idea that someone might fill this spot but nothing that has been decided on.

Kota is going to be OC most of the story since there is Kingu to help him think about different things.

Good night. Stay safe.

Edit: I am not sure what is going on but the site is not showing me new reviews and the last is from 26th of September.