08.03.2020
You know the drill. I provide the reading material and you sacrifice a few minutes of your precious time to read whatever I managed to put together in this hollow head of mine!
And now onto the chapter!
But first:
Guest (I don't know if you are the same guy from earlier, but regardless): You think that I killed 22 chapters worth of character developement? Wait till we get to the fun part ;D
Now onto the chapter. Do enjoy!
As it turns out, one can miss quite a bit of action by being unconscious for three days straight. Thankfully, he had his Vice Rep to guide him through these unfortunate times.
To summarise the USJ incident. One member of the faculty was currently on leave due to the injuries sustained at the hands of the Villains. The other two returned to full health with help of Recovery Girl.
From all forty students: one was rushed to the infirmary in a life threatening condition, try to guess who it was, seventeen were mildly injured and fourteen suffered minor cuts, bruises and the sort. Somehow, eight students managed to come out of the incident unscathed.
Nezu immediately put pressure on the police department to begin an investigation regarding the event and its instigators as a whole. A team was swiftly put together under the supervision of Detective Tsukauchi and they began their work thirty four hours after the incident.
Leaving the unpleasant event in the past, good news followed.
The student council was gathered with every member present, well, safe for some injured Class Rep who left his Vice alone to clean up after him.
"Now you are rubbing this whole experience in my face, aren't you?", he asked while looking at her blankly with a raised eyebrow.
"I would never do something like that", she tried to sound offended. Tried, being the key word there. The smile gave her away instantaneously.
"Believe me, if I had any control over my body, then I would have gotten up and dealt with this whole thing myself", he greenette declared and then took a sip of his tea.
"And if you did that, then I would drag you back to bed and make sure you stayed there even if I had to hold you down myself", Momo retorted playfully before she could analyze the sentence and blushed deeply when the implication hit her.
Midoriya seemed to also get a similar idea as he proceeded to nearly choke on the tea he was sipping. It was a good thing that at least his left arm was operational, otherwise he would have to rely on others for… practically everything. He still had no idea how he was supposed to change from the PE uniform that he wore when he woke up today! At least the tea was warm and relaxing.
The two blushing teens took a few moment to compose themselves before they continued their earlier discussion.
Nezu stated that the UA Sports Festival will be held as per usual. The students voiced their concerns, but the rodent explained, that it will act like a show of strength. It will remind the evildoers, that UA's spirit won't be broken that easily. He also assured them, that this year he will double the security.
Seemingly satisfied with his reasoning, the council agreed to the Principal's terms. The Festival will begin with the first day of spring. The 20th of March. Which meant that three long months of preparation were ahead of the students.
Aizawa already told them to take it easy and relax for the rest of the year, because as soon as the first bell of January sounds… they will start to question their choice of school.
Which surprisingly had the exact opposite effect as to what Aizawa was aiming for. Instead of dread and fear, he was met with faces full of resolve and motivation. He was surprised at first, but then smiled in a very creepy way, which probably was his way of showing happiness.
During the conversation, Izuku decided to tell Momo about his newly discovered Quirk. She was astounded, but ultimately congratulated him and offered herself, if he ever needed help training it. He had some catching up to do.
Like fifteen years worth of catching up to do.
After Momo guided him through the formalities they just descended into a peaceful chat. One that lasted late into the evening, as the sun has long since set and their classmates returned from the training a while ago. Suddenly, a thought crossed his mind.
"I need to call mom and dad!", he shouted and then ran to his room, where he had left his phone on Tuesday morning.
Yaoyorozu giggled quietly once he was gone and then cleaned after them, before returning to her own room.
Izuku rushed to his room and almost unhinged the doors while opening them. Almost. He quickly found his phone and dialed his dad's number. The call took a short moment to connect.
"Hi son, how are you doing?", the older Midoriya asked.
"Not great and my arms are in casts currently and I lost memory of the whole incident, but then it come back and I'm sorry and you must've been so worried-"
"We weren't", Izuku was about to drift off into a muttering rampage, when his father interrupted him. The green haired teen froze in place and stayed silent for a second.
"Huh?", he managed to finally let out.
"I mean, don't get me wrong. We were worried, as any parents would be, but we also knew that you were in the capable hands of Recovery Girl, so everything was going to be fine. Me and your mother had a chance to work with the Heroine a few times in our past and, believe me, she IS a miracle worker", the man explained, the sheepish smile that probably was on his face right now almost visible through the call.
"Still, I'm sorry for putting myself in danger like that"
"From what we were told, you have nothing to be sorry for. You saved someone's life! I'm so proud of you! Maybe not for the pushing past every reasonable limit, but let's be honest, seeing as you are a Midoriya, there had to be a moment when you finally give your all when it came to help those in need. Hell, my grandpa almost squandered the family riches, when he started investing heavily into creating workplaces for the unemployed and houses for the homeless", the black haired man laughed and Izuku chuckled on his end.
"Oh, right, where is mom?", the greenette asked as they calmed down.
"She is currently on stage, making a great speech and glaring daggers at me for using a phone while she speaks. I hope that I will at least have a chance to show her who called before she ennacts her wrath onto my being", John half joked.
"Well, if you don't I will make sure to place a nice epitaph on your tombstone", the son answered and laughed wholeheartedly.
"Izuku Midoriya don't you dare say things like that or so help me god I will haunt you till the end of time!", the man retorted which earned him another laugh from his son. At this point he couldn't keep himself from snickering on his end of the call.
"Tell mom I love her"
"Will do kiddo. Remember, we are like, the proudest parents on Earth right now", and with that, the man hung up, leaving the teen with a happy smile and a few tears on his cheeks.
"Do you have the data?", asked a scientist, while walking into the room.
"Yup, it took me a while, but I managed to finally connect to UA's system and download Recovery Girl's files on our subject. Just as we expected, the neural pathways have been activated and the Synthetic Quirk is fully operational. Now we need to wait for him to develop it, so that we can gather more data on the subject", Doc explained, while looking at a computer screen in front of him.
"And how is the tissue?", came another question.
"The deterioration process has been halted, but I cannot confirm that it won't resume itself in the future. Honestly, I'm kinda surprised, that Recovery Girl hasn't discovered our little experiment already", the second sentence was voiced after a short pause as the scientist in the chair spun around to face his superior.
"She may be a licensed Pro Hero, who is responsible for the health of every single student in the most prestigious hero school in Japan, but at the end of the day, she is just a doctor", the standing man explained and continued with his small monologue. "She hears coughing, she prescribes cough drops. She sees a runny nose, she gives a tissue. She sees a broken bone, she puts it back together and does not check if the meat on the bone belongs to the patient", he turned to leave, but was stopped with a question.
"Don't you think that this is a little bit immoral Richie?"
"You can't make an omelet without breaking a few eggs"
If Midoriya thought that being almost immobilized on the weekend was harsh, then he really didn't know how hard the following week would turn out to be.
First, how the fuck was he supposed to change?! He couldn't just go to school in the PE uniform that he wore for the last six days! As it turns out, with enough tenacity and stubbornness one is capable of doing many unbelievable things. Sure, he almost tore his dress shirt and blazer while dressing up and almost missed the homeroom completely, but Aizawa let it slide for a couple of times.
Izuku did safe his drinking buddy after all. Would it be very bad if he took him to a bar once as a gift of gratitude?
When he finally made it to his first normal class on Monday, another serious problem reared its ugly head. Tenacity and stubbornness allow people to exceed their limitations, but don't make the impossible into just very hard. So the question is, how the fuck was he supposed to take notes?
In the end he decided to just let Nana, who by the way finally started showing herself since the USJ, save the images of everything that was being written on the chalkboard, so that he will be able to copy them into his notebooks. He would have to ask her why was she absent on a later date. It's not like she went to visit her family, right?
Right...?
So… after taking into account that he basically sat in his desk for the full duration of every class and occasionally answered a question, he could already tell that this week will be stretching itself endlessly. He hoped that this wouldn't be the case, because sitting without doing anything made him feel… a little useless.
Although, he had to remind himself, that he did a great job back at the USJ. And that he must use the injuries he sustained as a reminder, that he needs to train more. And with the approaching Sports Festival, every little bit of training will help. Especially when it comes to his new Quirk.
Even after having it for over three days, the time when he was passed out doesn't count, he still couldn't help but smile, whenever he thought about his Quirk. He already thought about weaponizing it like Denki did and how to improve its strength, but all the plans would have to wait for when the casts on his arms will be removed.
Which, according to Recovery Girl, wasn't likely to happen this year. Oh well, this means that he will just have to double his efforts in order to make up for the lost time! Even though not many students started already preparing for the festival. Only Bakugo and Todoroki seemed to immediately get to work, as others chose to relax for a bit after the stressful incident.
Besides, Christmas was just around the corner and the spirit already had many of his classmates in its grasp as indicated by the decorations that were slowly being hung up around the dorms.
Of course as soon as 1-A started decorating their half, 1-B students under the leadership of a certain blonde with a severe fear of trucks made a competition out of it, declaring that, and I quote: 'There's no way that the mighty class 1-B will be bested at decorating by some 1-A slackers!'. That sentence earned him a swift chop to the neck from Kendo, who apologised on his behalf.
But, the seeds of rivalry had already been sown and the students decided to make a contest to see, which class had a better sense of style.
The whole dorm was almost immediately dragged into the competition, while the Class Reps and their Vices looked after them from the sidelines. Or rather from the couch.
Midoriya was sitting on the far left side of the couch with Momo next to him, while Kendo and Setsuna occupied the right side of the furniture. The latter of them opting to just lay down instead of sitting like the rest.
"How do you feel, Midoriya?", the green haired 1-B student asked out of the blue, while they were talking about their plans for the next three months.
"Okay, I guess. I've been wor-, scratch that, this is the worst I've ever felt", he chuckled before continuing, which made small smiles appear on the girls' faces. "And I've definitely been better, but I can't argue, that I'm at least a little proud of myself", he admitted and scratched his cheek nervously.
"If I knew how that stunt of yours was going to end, then I would have slapped you into unconsciousness myself", the redhead joked, at least Midoriya hoped she was joking, and the quartet of friends chuckled.
"Hey, do you think that they'll hang mistletoe in the dorms?", wondered aloud Momo with a hand to her chin indicating that she was seriously in thought about the idea.
"Well, I for sure know that Mineta will have his doors made from mistletoe if it gave him any chance with women", Izuku answered less seriously and they laughed again.
After the stress that they had to suffer, it was nice to gather in a small group and just joke around, smile, laugh and relax in silence.
"Oi, where the fuck do you think you are taking my garland Sharp Face?!", yelled Bakugo while chasing a rapidly retreating form of Kamakiri, a red bead garland firmly in his grasp.
"None of your business you hedgehog for hair havin', curse spewin', no girl courtin', lonely cryin', headache inducin', sweat smellin' son of a short temper and little to no self control!", the 1-B student managed to shout back before vanishing up the stairs, Katsuki still hot on his tail.
"Now you done fucked up!", they heard before a small explosion made the tea on their coffee table, oh irony, shake a bit.
Yup, peace and silence. Just like I said
I hope that you don't mind fillers that much, since there will be a couple of them before we finally kick of the festival for good.
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See you in the next one ;D