Hatsume Family Residence- April 11th, 201X
"So anyway, she just up and left it, so I rode it here and figured I'd just give it to you. Happy Early Birthday, Mei."
"Thanks, Izu!"
The pink-haired gremlin offered her gratitude but made no move to even look at her green-haired friend or his motorized offering as she tinkered with something on the desk.
He peeked over her shoulder and saw what she was working on, he grinned.
"So this is it?"
She didn't turn away from her work, but Izuku could see her million watt smile as she answered him with a, "Yep. Babies 12490, 12497, and 12502 are all ready for action, and I promise that none of them will explode!"
"Pinkie promise, threat of a thousand needles if you lie?"
"A thousand exploding needles."
And it's just in time, too.
People could say what they wanted to about Mei(within reason, of course. More than a few people have lost teeth due to certain… comments), but no one could ever say that she didn't come through whenever it came down to it.
"Mei, I could kiss you right now… though that would probably make our friendship weird, so I won't."
The eccentric gadgeteer's hands halted for a moment.
She then dropped the tools she was working with, pushed up her goggles and turned toward Izuku before tilting her head to the side.
Izuku raised an eyebrow. This was out of character for his friend.
She seemed to mull over something for a moment before shrugging, and then standing up on her tiptoes and pressing her lips to an unprepared Izuku's.
She kept them pressed for maybe ten seconds, ten seconds filled with panic, confusion, and a mess of other emotions for her green-haired bestie before she pulled away.
She smacked her lips before humming in what the now tomato red Izuku took as approval, and turning back to her bench, putting her goggles back on, and getting right back to work.
All while Izuku's mind worked in overdrive trying figure out what actual fuck had just happened.
HolyshitHolyshitHolyshitHolyshitHolyshitHolyshitHolyshitHolyshitHo-
Truly riveting.
And at the entrance to the workshop, Daiki Hatsume covered his mouth as his eyes welled up with tears of joy and Chiaki Hatsume beamed a smile nearly identical to her daughter's.
They turned to each other in unison, before saying, as low as possible so as not to disturb the two below, "They grow up so fast."
U.A. High School- Class 1-A- April 11th, 201X
1:30 P.M.
When the threat of immediate expulsion wasn't on the table, attending U.A. was kinda boring.
They had normal classes like Art and English in the morning. They were taught by heroes, so that was cool, but they were still Art and English classes.
At around 12, classes broke for lunch and he made a new friend.
An hour ago…
He'd been on his way to the cafeteria after telling Occhan(as she'd thus allowed him to call her after their long talk yesterday) and Iida to go on ahead after he'd been held back by Midnight.
The talk they'd had after that had been… interesting.
"So how are you doing, Izumi-Chan?"
"...Please don't call me that here."
With multiple promises of explaining later, he was given a number to call and a gentle push towards the door.
And thus he began his trek towards the cafeteria.
His trek was abruptly interrupted by the sight of a nervous foreign looking girl with horns and… hooves.
Now, Izuku could've just kept on walking and ignored her, but he decided that that would be far too out of character and instead walked over to the girl.
"Yo, you alright there?"
She whipped toward him with a start, and boy did he feel bad upon seeing her deer-in-the-headlights impression.
Right, maybe I should have approached her differently.
She did eventually respond in very heavily accented Japanese, "U-uh, h-hai."
It was such a simple response, but Izuku noticed how much she was struggling. And thus he began to feel bad again.
Let's just switch gears.
"[Are you sure?]"
The girl's eyes widened as she flinched back slightly in surprise.
It took her a moment to respond, but when she did, it was in a tone of something akin to disbelief.
"[W-Wait, you're speaking english right now?]"
"[I sure would hope so, otherwise we're both surprised right now.]"
He really couldn't thank his father enough for sending that English workbook to Morning Glory all those years ago, and he couldn't thank Haruka enough for giving him some of her old textbooks from high school on his last visit to Okinawa.
He wasn't fluent, but he was pretty damn good, though a bit awkward with his phrasing at times.
The only person at that moment who was more grateful than him was the previously timid blonde girl who was chattering to him excitedly in her native tongue.
"[Oh thank god, I'm actually so incredibly lost right now and most of my class went on without and I can't really read the signs well, my kanji's kinda terrible, so many of them just blend together an-]"
"[Okay, okay! Breathe, breath! You're going a bit too fast for me.]"
The horned foreigner stopped her bout of verbal diarrhea as she began to blush.
"[Sorry.]"
He waved it off, "[Don't worry 'bout it. Now, my name is Mido- ahem- Izuku Midoriya. Nice to meet you.]"
He bowed slightly with a smile, causing the girl to respond in kind.
"[I'm Pony Tsunatori! It's nice to meetcha, Izuku!]"
And after that, he walked with her to the cafeteria and sent her off to sit with a few of her classmates. They seemed like a pretty fun bunch and greeted Pony warmly, from what he could.
It made him smile. From what he could tell, she was a nice, but quite timid, girl so to see that she made some friends to make her time in Japan bearable. So with a light heart and a smile on his face, he walked over to the table that Occhan and Iida were sitting at.
Though as he walked away, he had this strange feeling that somebody was watching him…
He just chalked it up good ol' new school paranoia.
Why it only occurred in the cafeteria on his second day and not his classroom on the first, he had no idea, but he didn't make the rules for paranoia.
All that aside, Izuku was excited for his next class.
All the boring core classes were in the morning, but the afternoon was where the fun started.
Foundational Hero Studies.
He couldn't wait for the extensive lectures on saving kittens from trees, helping little old ladies across the street, and de-escalating violent armed robberies.
Now if only their teacher wasn't late.
For real, class had officially started ten minutes earlier but their teacher(who had not yet been announced) was nowhere to be seen.
Izuku, like most of the rest of the class excluding Iida, had pulled out his phone and was scrolling through social media.
He'd been on Seddit, Yootube, and Go-chan and found nothing interesting.
Chatter was pretty interesting, though.
Mad Dog of Shizuoka, now trending?
Apparently, along with efforts to preserve and improve Sunpu Castle Park, a statue was erected of a vicious cackling dog guarding the Sunken Garden next to a mikan tree.
Izuku had mixed feelings about the situation.
It'd been years since the incident in Shizuoka, but a part of him still felt like he'd never left the castle.
It all played back in his mind every night when he tried to sleep. Like a film reel prepped to loop the few scenes for a few hours every time he tried to rest.
It was the reason why only slept a few hours every night and looked for reasons to stay up until he absolutely had to sleep.
He remembered waking his mother up the first few times it had happened.
He'd learned to be far quieter since then.
As awful as he felt remembering his night there, there was another feeling on the other hand.
A strange twisted one beneath all of the discomfort.
He'd felt it when Uncle Kaz praised him after he caught that Mahi-Mahi.
He felt it when he saw all of the people playing at Takoba Beach Park after he finished cleaning it.
And most recently, when his acceptance letter came in the mail.
Ah, that's right, it was-
SLAM!
"I AM HERE! Coming through the door like a normal person!"
Oh hey, look at that! It's the guy who's been ghostin' me for the past month and a half.
Indeed, walking in through the door like a normal person was All Might, the man who had been actively ignoring all of Izuku's calls, texts, and mails since Christmas.
So rather than be excited by the man's appearance, like his peers, he fixed the man with his most neutral stare.
And when the man began to sweat while explaining the activities for the day, he knew he had won, and would likely be receiving an apology text that day.
Though his Silver Age costume… A bold choice, not many people our age would remember it. But it pays off. Definitely one of his better costumes.
"-so because I have literally zero interest in lecturing you about the do's and don'ts about heroism from behind a desk on your first day, we're starting with my favorite unit… COMBAT TRAINING!"
And just like that, any ill will he had for the man disappeared into the ether.
From the uproar of his classmates, it was clear that they felt the same way, though to a much less… baleful extent.
"And with Combat Training, you have THESE!" The man was clearly hamming, but Izuku was down for it, as All Might flourished and a mass of numbered lockers rose from the floor.
"Hero costumes made as specified to your quirk registration and the support requests that you were asked to send in! Now get changed and meet me at Ground Beta!"
Early morning…
A defeated Mirei stared blankly at Izuku as he unfastened the first two buttons of his uniform's shirt, slipping the bright red tie into his pocket.
"Are you seriously not going to wear the tie?"
"You only said I had to wear it for the first day." He slipped on his blazer, making no move to button it.
"I know, but you just look so… sloppy. And something just seems off."
The boy looked down at himself. His shirt was tucked, his pants were ironed, and his regular hi-tops were clean.
He looked at his aunt, slightly confused.
She sighed and reached into her purse, "Your uncle sent this a while ago. I don't know where from, but he left a note. It's to congratulate you on getting into U.A., but I was only supposed to give it to you after your first day. Just in case, and I quote, 'U.A. turns out to be a total shithole that ain't worth my Izu-chan's time'."
She pulled her hand out of her purse and with it came a long, wrapped rectangular box.
Izuku stared at the now open box that he'd packed alongside his costume while a few more of his classmates filed out of the locker room,.
He smiled as a small gold chain gleamed back.
Thanks Jiji, Baba.
U.A. High School- Ground Beta
Toshinori Yagi's first official day at U.A. was going well so far.
His class seemed to like him so far, he had plenty of time to spend with them in his All Might form due to the lack of mischief that he had to take care of during his commute.
There was a minor hiccup with his understandably irate successor (he really hadn't meant to disappear on the young man for over a month, it just happened), but that issue seemed to smooth itself out with his announcement of Combat Training.
He was still going to send him a text later that day to be sure.
Angry teenagers aside, he was glad to see the crowd of non-angry teenagers emerging from the entrance in their new costumes.
It was always nice to see a new hero during their debut, but to see them in training warmed Toshinori's heart.
Though, looking through the crowd as they came to a stop in front of the tunnel, he noticed something.
One of them was missing.
The green-haired freckled one who he had spent 9 months personally training.
He was about to ask the other students if they had seen him, when he saw a figure casually strolling out behind the rest of the class.
Green hair, freckles, it wasn't hard to figure out who this lad was.
What really gave the veteran hero pause was the young man's outfit.
Are you trying to look like a hero or a punk?
The young Midoriya's choice of attire would've been a surprise to him, no matter what it was, seeing as he hadn't sent in a support request form, but nothing he could've seen on that form could've prepared him for that moment.
Green hair slicked back, a grey leather blazer atop an emerald green dress shirt, matched with a pair of leather gloves, grey leather slacks, and a pair of red wing-tipped, steel-toed boots.
He looks like a thug.
His pupil's fashion choices were something they'd have to talk about later, but for now, he had a class to teach.
"Alright! You all look so cool! Now let me explain the rules for this Battle Trial!"
"Whoa, Dekkun! You look awesome!"
"Thanks, Occhan! You look great, too!"
They were walking up to draw lots for their pairs.
Izuku liked this method, it was fair and easy. And there was really only one person that he didn't want to pair up with.
He looked over at Kacchan who had already received his lot alongside Iida.
He was scowling like usual. That was a decent sign.
Izuku grabbed his lot alongside his ass-slapping pal and read it.
"Oh, I got D team."
Next to him, Occhan said, "I'm on A team."
Izuku could see both Iida and Kacchan perk up upon hearing that.
Izuku lifted his lot up to the irritable blonde first.
He was pointedly ignored, so he decided to try his luck with the now armored stickler.
He received a nod in response.
He smiled.
Several minutes later, he and Iida found themselves at the top of a building prepping for a simulated battle against Kacchan and Occhan.
They had five minutes, a fake bomb to protect, and a plan to make.
"Yo, Ii-chan."
The armored lad turned to his teammate, "Is there something you need, Midoriya-kun?"
"Yeah, well not exactly. I got something that we need."
"And that is?"
"Huddle up, we ain't got much time, so I gotta be quick."
This was a fight that Izuku's been waiting for for a long time, he certainly wasn't going to squander it.
The whole point of this exercise is to be villains, right?
Izuku wasn't a villain, but for Kacchan, he was willing to be an absolute menace.
Five Minutes Later…
Katsuki Bakugo was excited. His day so far had been boring.
Absolutely boring. Hero Art History and English.
If he wanted to stick with boring shit like that, he would've just tested into fucking Seiryo and been done with it.
Nah, Combat Training was much more his speed, and his opponent-oh, it almost felt as if it was fated to wind up this way, one way or another.
He grinned toothily.
"Yo… Kacchan!"
He really couldn't wait to wipe that smug smile off his fuckin' face.
He turned to his… teammate and said, "Follow my lead, Cheeks."
The round-faced girl blinked, looking around before pointing at herself.
Katsuki sighed, this was why all the better heroes worked alone.
"Yes, you. Follow my lead, try not to get in the way, and if you see Deku… his ass is mine."
The brunette extra opened her mouth to say something before being interrupted by All Might explaining that the prep time for the villain team was up.
Without waiting for a response, Katsuki Bakugo entered the building.
He was ready for action.
The first several floors were dark and deserted.
They found the stairs rather easily on each as well.
Cheeks seemed nervous, Katsuki didn't know why.
At worst, she'd have to find and touch the bomb, maybe fight Specs.
He was gonna be the one to take down Deku.
It was rather obvious who was going to be doing all the heavy lifting.
Third floor, they were just about to round a corner when Katsuki heard something.
"YEEEHEHEHEHE!"
The laugh was unfamiliar, but the voice was one that made his blood boil.
"Occhan~ Kacchan~ Yōkoso!"
The voice was suddenly in their ears, Katsuki whipped around, explosive palm lashing out…
BOOM!
And meeting air.
"How rude! I welcome you into my base and the first thing you do is attack me? If I weren't so kind, I would sue."
He turned around again, and there was Deku, with his stupid fucking slicked back hair and dumb smile, leaning on a wall.
His previous statement was clearly directed at the furious blonde, though just after, he turned to the only brunette in the room and addressed her.
"Yo, Occhan. Good to see ya. So look, much as I'd love to sit here and hang with ya, I'm gonna hafta let you go. Ya got an appointment to keep." He pushed off the wall and pointed up.
"Ii-chan should be waiting for ya, up towards the roof. Why dontcha head on up? I'm sure he's gettin' lonely up there."
His tone was casual, nothing different than it had been five minutes before, but Katsuki could feel something under it.
This strange undercurrent of… something.
He could see Cheeks hesitating, she probably didn't wanna leave her teammate behind, he had to shut that shit down quick.
"Cheeks, head on up."
"W-what?"
"Head up. I'll take care of Deku."
"Bakugo, this is clearly a trap."
"You think I don't know that?!"
"Then why are you-?!"
"Because it's obviously a trap made for me!"
"That has to be the most arrogant, self-centere-"
"Ahem! You guys do know that you're on a time limit, right? We can talk about Kacchan's self-centeredness another time. You need to get upstairs."
The brunette opened her mouth, likely to argue more, before shaking her head and simply running past the green-haired villain and up the stairs.
The greenette watched her go, before turning back to his ashen-haired opponent.
His smile wasn't as kind as it was a minute ago.
Katsuki remembered he'd seen this smile before.
The boy's smile widened slightly, as the glint in his eye became sharper and more malicious.
Izuku's grin grew wider and more vicious.
"You wanna go? Cause I'm ready when you are, Kacchan."
Oh, he was ready. And so he charged forward with one thought in mind.
Kick Deku's Ass
He led in with a big right swing, missing the mark as his green opponent dodged and kneed him in the side and kicked him away.
"Urk!"
"Sloppy, Kacchan." His tone was teasing, it just served to piss off the young Bakugo even more.
Putting his hands behind him, he could feel his palms heat up as dual explosions propelled him forward.
He shot forward like a bullet, knee aimed directly at the greenette's face.
For the first time in the encounter, Katsuki grinned victoriously.
Gotcha, you bastard!
It was only a moment later that his smile disappeared as he realized that he did not, in fact, 'have him' as a hand wrapped around his neck and introduced his back to the ground… harshly.
SLAM!
Air knocked out of his lungs, he gasped in a desperate attempt to regain it.
His back was screaming at him, looking down, he could see that it cracked underneath him.
His eyes wide, he stared at Deku, who had removed his hand from the boy's throat and was standing straight once more.
As Katsuki stared at him, he stared back and the look in his eyes was almost… disappointed?
Katsuki felt like his blood had caught fire.
Deku? Disappointed? Disappointed in him?
He had no fuckin' right, no-
"Y'know, Kacchan. I think you have a strange… misconception about our relationship. More specifically, where we stand in our relationship. You believe that there's this gap between us, one that's widened since we were kids."
Katsuki growled, "The hell're you-"
"Shh. I'm talking right now."
You fu-
"You see, Kacchan. You're right. That gap is real. And it's been widening since we were four. You're oddly perceptive when it comes to shit like that, but I wonder…"
He trailed off, looking up for a moment, observing the cracks in the ceiling before looking back down at the blonde.
"Do you realize what side of that gap you're on? And if you don't," Deku's grin was vicious enough to make Katsuki's skin crawl, "why don't I show you?"
The next few moments passed by in a blur for Katsuki.
He could vaguely recall shooting up from his position on the ground and then a bright flash alongside a loud crack.
He was forced back down to the floor right after.
Something landed right on top of him, straddling his torso. and then something dark came at his face.
He dodged and it lodged in the floor next to his head.
And then the floor gave way.
They were back on the second floor, back in the dark.
Moments later, Deku was gone and Katsuki was alone in the dark.
He was furious.
"Deku!"
No answer.
"Deku! Come out, you fucking coward!"
Silence, and then, from the darkness.
"Midnight shadow, Kirisaku-"
"Deku!"
He ran towards the voice, it was Deku's. Incessantly annoying, which undoubtedly made it his.
"-kishimu HIGHWAY CITY-"
Footsteps sounded, as the voice faded in from a different direction.
"-sumuku omae no, ROUGE iro no urei-"
As he went to pursue the voice in the other direction heard more footsteps as it sounded from yet another direction.
"-KNIFE no you na-"
"-tsustumikonda, MY SWEET BABE-"
"-you na, PASUTO ya FUTURE-"
The voice and the footsteps just kept coming from one place after another, and Katsuki was stuck just trying to figure out where it was all coming from.
And then the dark just exploded into a cacophony of sound.
"-ichi-oku, ni-oku, hyaku-oku no kisu wo abisete yaru-BABY-ude -aite omae wo nido to hanashi wa shinai-MACHINE GUN KISS de JUST FALL IN LOVE!"
And as Katsuki was about ready to tear his hair out in frustration, he suddenly felt an arm wrap around his neck, and before he could begin to struggle, he heard a-
Crack!
And it all went black for him.
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