ok so this'll be my original (not original since a bunch of these chapters have stuff that are inspired by like ninety other fics) idea and then i'm gonna alternate between requests and original ideas because i'm having a ton of ideas but also a bunch of golden requests that are literally too poggers to ignore you feel
yeehaw
this chapter was actually like really hard for me to write? idk but like i really drew blanks on how midoriya would have a deku protection squad and then i realized he is the problem child for a reason and then it started to flow and then it started getting more serious which i didn't really intend for this fic to have, at least not at the moment
ALSO kinda important for this chapter: in this chapter izuku's kind of a dumbass but that's just cause my friend gave me a lot of stupid ways that midoriya could get hurt and voila
and lastly if this chapter seems to be incomplete at some points there are two reasons for this:
1) i write this fic in like sections? like i make the intro of the fic (like pre-meeting), then the categories (like in this one it was midoriya's three biggest threats were the categories like villains, the dc, and himself), then expand on the categories, and then reactions to the categories, and then aftermath event
2) because of this i might just be a complete dumbass and completely forgot to write something about it, even if it was supposed to be in the section, and my tiny monke brain went yeah man you aren't recognizing it
big sadge
yknow i went on google to look up wait a minute what's the legal age of consent in japan isn't that shit super low, and i got two different answers of 13 and 18 and honestly i don't have the motivation to look further into it so i'm going to assume it's 18 just because it's referenced to in the chapter
Anyways, I hope you enjoy!
The Deku Protection Squad. A concept that likely existed since the dawn of time itself. Most of the Deku Club wouldn't be surprised if there were Ancient Egyptian scriptures detailing the future birth of a literal perfect figure that needed to be protected at all costs, referring to Deku in particular.
The Deku Club had been born onto an Earth that had granted them many things. Food, water, shelter, a solid income, and the ability to pursue their dreams, among other things.
In the case of solid income, if an outsider were to observe, Uraraka had finally found a solid source of income in the form of trade. Using her power as the 2nd place holder in the entire Deku Club, she eventually came to the realization that she could accept money from Todoroki and Yaoyorozu (among others) in exchange for D.P, which were Dekupoints that could be exchanged for such other things, including but not limited to cute pictures of Midoriya, buying out time slots to hang out with Midoriya, a good word with him, switching places with someone else for a workout, a study session with Midoriya without anyone else, all that stuff.
Naturally, as the holder for the most amount of time with Midoriya, Uraraka sure as hell held a lot of power just from that alone, not even including all the other factors that put her above her similarly whipped peers. Luckily for her, Todoroki couldn't give less of a fuck about Endeavor's money.
Regardless, the Deku Club considered themselves granted with freedoms, privileged in a sense, and they acknowledged that very well. They acknowledged the fact that they were able to pursue being a professional hero, the fact that they had friends, and especially the fact that they had Midoriya in their lives.
And yet, they cursed life. They cursed it with their very being, every ounce of their body that they could curse with. Shinsou once tried to use his quirk on brainwashing the entirety of life itself, a desire that all of them shared; they wanted to change the circumstances that they'd been placed into.
[Note: Aizawa truly had no clue what to make of it when he stumbled upon Shinsou trying to evoke a response from some deity from the underground by violently glaring at the floor.]
This hatred, this malice, this malevolence, all of it, stemmed from one single thing.
For all the sunshine that it granted them, all the smiles and love and care and literal perfection that came in the form of Midoriya, life seemed to enjoy doing one thing with him. And one thing only.
Endlessly hurting him. It was absolutely destroying him in any way, shape, or form that it could. If life itself had three wishes from a genie, all three wishes would go towards injuring Midoriya somehow, and especially in a painful form that no member of the Deku Club would ever be present to prevent. It had, on multiple occasions, made Midoriya their voodoo doll which had been thrown across the room, waterboarded, decapitated, and dissected.
Until today, that was.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" Iida bellowed out, his hands behind his back and standing straight up, resembling a military soldier. "We are gathered here today for one purpose, and one purpose only!"
His eyes sweeped the room, seeing his fellow warriors raise their fists in the air, equally enraged at the unfairness of life, "Aye!" The cacophony of voice was followed by multiple scowls, internal vitriol directed at the very same Earth that they had roamed their whole lives.
"Today, we are here to discuss a new policy! A new branch! A banner to fly under!" He repeated, emotion forcing itself into his voice with every word. "Today, we come together under the same flag! We are not rivals in this! We do not combat each other here! We are allies, comrades, friends, brethren, for we are tied in a vow to this!"
Yaoyorozu's pointer clicking quietly truly contrasted from the atmosphere that Iida had been trying to create, but the sudden change in volume didn't extinguish any of the passionate flames that'd exuded from the present members.
In front of the two of them stood a massive group of people, larger than their individual branches.
Class 1-A, 1-B, Shinsou, and Hatsume had all come to crowd the 1-A dorms, having received permission from an unsuspecting Vlad King and Power Loader. Shinsou just showed up anyways, his complete lack of presence having allowed him to sneak away.
Meeting 19, Entire D.C.
Meeting Purpose: Branch Formation
Meeting Subject: Directly Involved with Midoriya
"While we may consider each other rivals," Iida continued to belt, seeing some of the tense glares that the D.C members had held towards each other ever since they entered the same room. "I believe we must all align our goals together! We are all here for Midoriya Izuku!" To that, they could attest.
"Therefore, our internal conflict must be put aside for his sake!" Iida reminded, a slight feeling of satisfaction coming to him as the glares broke, all eyes on him. "We all know how Midoriya is incredibly kind and caring!"
Many heads nodded at that; it was that with which Midoriya had first caught their eye, after all.
"We also know how heroic he is! As well as how he prioritizes others over himself! All! Admirable! Qualities!" Iida emphasized, earning more nods from the group. "That being said!"
Yaoyorozu took over, stepping in front of the Deku Club Spokesman, "Because of his selflessness, he ends up never prioritizing himself! Which is why-" She was interrupted by Todoroki, whose chilled tone held all the worries that his peers had within them.
"Which is why he always gets hurt." The tone had shifted. Instead of the belligerent, almost hostile tone from Iida, Todoroki came quietly, a sharp look in his eyes. He was distraught, and nothing else.
He mentally cringed, nearly silently hissing as he imagined it. He could see it just like it was yesterday, Midoriya putting his thumb in his mouth since no other appendage was convenient or available enough before flicking it at Todoroki, absolutely demolishing the bones within as a result. He recalled the way his arm hung loosely, limply swinging in the air whenever he took a step afterwards.
He gulped. He wasn't a stranger to anything that seemed violent or gruesome, but when it happened to his lovely, genuinely amazing and caring and ball of sunshine happiness everything good in the world Midoriya?
Todoroki felt like he could break out into tears just remembering the pain Midoriya'd endured just for him, a person who'd shown him nothing but hostility. God, I don't deserve him, he's too perfect…
"Indeed!" Yaoyorozu snapped him out of his thoughts, handing over the reins to Kendou, the spokeswoman for the Secondary Branch of the Deku Club.
Kendou nodded, addressing some of the more combative members of the classes, "Which is why, while we're going to be individual branches on our own, this will be a sort of...joint operation, if you will."
Joint operation? In the Deku Club? How important was this, and how did it even connect to Midoriya?
For the entire existence of the Deku Club, the two branches had had minimal cooperation. With their class's already established rivalry outside of the club, alongside how few of the students actually talked to each other (Kirishima and Tetsutetsu, for example, or an unexpected friendship between Tokage and Ashido), it was no wonder they were allies nominally and nothing else, their rivalry for Deku's heart far too strong for normal interaction.
However…
Midoriya Izuku
Formation of the D.P.S.
"D.P.S…?" Tetsutetsu pondered out loud, contemplating the possibilities. Damage per second? No, that doesn't work with the sentence. Dicks Pounding Someone? No, dicks wouldn't need to form together, at least from what he knew. "What's that?"
"The Deku Protection Squad!" Iida informed suddenly, completely resulting in Tetsutetsu's brain frying after the whiplash of how far off he was. "For if Midoriya believes he will protect all of us, we shall protect him in turn!"
Kirishima's mouth gaped, surprise clear in his voice as if he wasn't around for the discussion of Midoriya being so frequently injured in the first place, "But Midobro isn't getting injured protecting us…? I mean, I know he gets injured a lot, but protecting us…?"
"Incorrect!" Iida shuts him up, giving the nod to Sero, who silenced him with a solid slap of tape onto Kirishima's mouth. "You must be blind, ignorant, or utterly brain-damaged if you think so!"
Kirishima blinked, looking at Tetsutetsu in shock. Was Iida so passionate about his error that he'd go to that length of informality?
The metal wielder only blinked like a fish, equally surprised that Kirishima was unaware.
In reality, he wasn't unaware in the slightest, but the unmanliness of being incapable of protecting his loved one on his own was too powerful a blow for his confidence to reliably endure.
"Even if he is not fighting a villain, we must protect him!" Iida finished off, bowing dramatically as he gave the stage away to Shiozaki, who gracefully walked in front of the rest of her class, clearly distressed about something. "For it is not only villains that pose a threat to our Dear Midoriya!"
The Third Highest Threat To Midoriya's Happiness: Villains
Granted, if the meeting time allowed for it, they would've gladly discussed every little transgression that Life had committed against Midoriya. Whether it was the occasional food allergy, or a chair that Midoriya stubbed his toe on, or the way that the air was a little too humid one day and he felt a little uncomfortable.
But the three largest threats to Midoriya weren't a bad place to start either.
"For this, we won't be considering, you know, all the attacks on Class 1-A," Yaoyorozu cringed as she brought up the memory of both the training camp and the U.S.J, "but just incidents that Midoriya himself were in. Understood?"
After receiving a sufficient amount of nods, Iida steeled himself as the thoughts of Midoriya in a hospital bed unfortunately flooded his injured soul.
Two months ago…
"Y-You guys?!" Midoriya squeaked out weakly, voice hoarse and muscles sore. "W-What are you all doing here?! A-Are you all s-supposed t-to be here?!" He looked around in a panic, seeing all the teenagers standing around him, holding various tied-up get-well bags and wearing anxious, almost fearful looks like they'd just been told Midoriya had two weeks to live.
He looked around him, seeing people gathered around both sides of his bed in addition to the foot of the bed, barring the medical equipment to Izuku's right side that incessantly beeped. He picked out members of both classes, in addition to Shinsou and Hatsume.
"You know," Shinsou grit his teeth, running his fingers through his hair yet again. "There were, like, 40 people there, excluding the teachers that stopped by. How the hell didn't we think to keep one of us the first time he landed there?"
The answer lay in the air, thick enough that nobody wanted to even whisper it.
Selfishness, the word popped up in their minds, yet their pride would not, it simply couldn't, let them admit how much they'd collectively failed. They wouldn't risk not being chosen to stay with Midoriya, thus giving whoever was chosen a massive opportunity.
And in doing so, their selfishness only led to the one thing they hoped to avoid.
Why are they all here?! His mind went haywire, even seeing Bakugo's hair in his peripherals, as if he'd wanted to show up but didn't want Midoriya to know he was off to the side.
"Doesn't matter, you were hurt," Kodai muttered, forcing her eyes to tear themselves from the crippled teen. She didn't know if she could speak any more before her voice started cracking like a whip.
"E-Eh?!" Midoriya sputtered like a malfunctioning airplane engine, cheeks starting to burn from the kind gesture. "Is R-Recovery Girl o-okay with this?"
"Considering you're not with Recovery Girl?" Uraraka whimpered, her and Hagakure doing everything they could to make sure nothing had ended up causing extreme, long-term damage to their cinnamon roll.
They watched Midoriya's eyes glance away, suddenly finding the blanket draped over his legs incredibly interesting instead of the interrogative looks of his schoolmates.
"U-Um…" Midoriya flushed, feeling a cold sweat creep down his back like a phantom claw scratching at him. He pulled at his hospital clothing, the name of which he forgot right then and there. He tried and tried to remember it, ease the pressuring interest, and somehow distract himself for a few more seconds before facing the music.
And by facing the music, he meant trying out the worst deflection any primate had ever tried since the stone age.
"W-Why are...you guys...all here, anyways…?" He squeaked out, his determination fizzling as he weakly attempted to steer the conversation away, directed towards anything but himself.
[Speech Check: Failed]
"Because you, Midoriya, decided to get yourself stuck in the hospital without any of us knowing until the hospital contacted U.A!" Iida lectured, trying to keep his fellow Deku Club-mates composed enough to not show all of their worry by forcing himself to stay composed himself. "So how did you get here?"
He noticed Midoriya sweating bullets, like he'd been caught in the act. Like he hadn't been caught in the act two hours ago when they got the notice about Midoriya even being in the hospital in the first place.
The muffled voice of Aizawa came from outside, supposedly saving Midoriya at the very last moment when he was about to crack from their pressure, "You're telling me that the police got involved because of him?"
"Yeah, apparently they were C-Rank villains, but they'd banded together as a group," The doctor gruffly informed, clicking his tongue before continuing. "Anyways, Midoriya will likely recover by tomorrow morning. We'll prepare transportation to take him back to U.A. And...I'm sorry, what are you three doing here?"
A new feminine voice, unrecognizable to them, came in, "O-Oh, b-because my son and husband wanted to give their thanks!" The Deku Club froze for a moment, a few of them making the most obvious possible connection before whirling around to look at Midoriya, who only blinked in curiosity upon hearing it.
"Your...thanks?" Aizawa questioned, clearly out of the loop. "For what?"
"He saved us!" A younger, pipsqueak-like voice came in. "He saved us from the big bad guys!"
Aizawa's breath hitched, his expelling finger itching for a moment, yet he resisted the urge, continuing the conversation, "The...big bad guys?"
The voice hummed in affirmation, before the faint squeak from their shoes after they hopped up and down came, "Yeah! There were like, five of them, and he took them all out! I want his autograph! He's a hero, right?! He was so cool!"
Midoriya's eyes widened, before he positively melted into the hospital bed. Screw recovering or getting better, he could die now after hearing that (if the Deku Club would let that happen, that is).
That is, until, Todoroki reached out and pushed his back onto the bed again, shocking him, considering that if the doctor were here, Todoroki would have likely been sent out of the room.
"You fought five villains?" He questioned, incredulous, breathlessly speaking. God, he's hot.
[Note: In specific subset rankings, Todoroki ranked #1 in the 'Thirst' category. This was closely followed by Ashido, and surprisingly, Pony.]
"Don't get us wrong," Kendou defended her less-than-moral actions one day to Vlad King, who'd witnessed carnage one day from the class rep and gave her detention. "We don't like getting angry at Midoriya. He just...needs to learn that he shouldn't try to murder himself every few hours."
She heard Aizawa snort at that, "As his teacher...you should probably give that up."
The whiplash of the entire situation had shocked him so tremendously that, just for a moment, he reverted to his pre-sports festival phase before the embarrassment of his sudden violence kicked in.
"You fucking idiot," Bakugo groaned, slapping his forehead. "You were literally just supposed to grab groceries…"
"I-It's not m-my fault! T-They were being attacked!" Midoriya defended himself, his voice cracking violently.
"You could've, you know, called any one of us, kero," Asui croaked, concern lacing her voice. "Or...any of the heroes around here."
"Yeah, Midori!" Ashido nodded her head frantically, doing her best to catch his attention from the back. "Don't you know all of the hero agency numbers?!"
"N-No, I don't!" Midoriya squeaked out, though the red on his ears, as well as everywhere else on his body, told a different story.
"What's Kido's personal hero number?" Awase prompted, like a rapid-fire question.
Before Midoriya could even stop himself, the numbers had already started to leave his mouth, the answer in his mind so clearly it was nearly instinct.
He'd never been a good liar.
"Exactly," Tsubaraba dimly whispered, seeing Izuku turn even more red. "So why didn't you contact any one of them?"
Izuku looked down, fiddling with his thumbs, "Because I didn't want to risk any of them getting hurt by trying to call a hero in before I got there…" His hair almost seemed to droop downwards with his mood, a little bit of shame seeping into his voice.
Guilt rode in waves, crashing into them like countless natural disasters all at once.
Pony choked out, tears of regret already pricking her eyes from the group collectively bringing down Izuku's mood just for being himself, the true hero they knew they loved, "A-As long as you don't do it too often...y-you need to be careful!"
"I…" Izuku whispered quietly, before meeting some of their eyes. "I promise I'll do my best."
The same resolve that lit a fire in their souls, the same resolve that melted their hearts like s'mores over a fire, the same resolve that weakened their knees from the sheer force of determination, was in his eyes.
That much, they could at least have a little bit of faith in.
Literally one day later, in the evening…
"Hey," The feminine voice extended the word, letting the impact of it seep into the teen at full blast. "You wanna tell us what you promised us yesterday?" Ashido sent him a bright smile, too bright to be honest as she gazed down at the boy, deep into his very soul.
He could only move, unable to avert his gaze from the casts and whatnot put on him, one of which on his neck to keep it straight. With casts on both arms and the brace supporting his neck, he had nowhere to look but up right at Mina Ashido's face.
"U-Uh," Midoriya's eyes drastically darted around, pupils shaking madly like a dog trying to contain itself, "I-I can e-explain!"
"Explain how you somehow ended up fighting three more villains before you even got in the car that was supposed to take you to U.A?" Hagakure giggled, a new sort of evil in her voice.
The one thing they wanted to avoid, yet that they choked up on due to their selfishness.
Midoriya being injured again. Statistically, it was unlikely, but they knew better. They knew Midoriya defied all laws of statistics whenever it came to villain encounters.
And yet, they did nothing.
"W-well, when you put it like that, it sounds kind of bad, worse than it really was, you know?!" Midoriya's voice went on a rollercoaster, shifting higher and lower in pitch, and somehow miraculously shifting left and right.
"Midoriya," Shinsou's voice suddenly cut through the boy's stammering, causing him to shut up for a moment.
"Y-Yeah?" Midoriya meekly responded, before his eyes went blank.
"What happened earlier that was so drastic that you just had to hurt yourself again?" He asked, his quirk going overtime to evoke a response from the injured hero-in-training.
"When I got out of the hospital, I saw a group of three people yanking an old lady's purse before she was able to defend herself, so I chased after them and tried to take them on myself," he explained, crisp and clear. A few more moments of silence came through, the group waiting for something else to come.
It came in the form of Midoriya's right arm glowing slightly.
"Shinsou, release him!" Iida instructed, the memory of Midoriya breaking two of his fingers to release himself from the brainwashing during the sports festival coming to mind.
When Midoriya's eyes came back to normal, he was met with unimpressed looks.
"W-What?" He quietly squeaked out, suddenly feeling much smaller than he really was.
He was met with the most joyful look on Kirishima's face he'd seen in a while, like he'd just ended up marrying the person of his dreams or something.
Granted, he didn't know he was the person of Kirishima's dreams, but that's besides the point.
"First, we went to save Bakugo, now this?" He whispered, trying to hide his admiration for his heroics and selfless nature in favor of keeping him alive, where he could enjoy his presence and appreciate how perfect he was. Well, he was always perfect, but when uninjured, even moreso. "Can you go anywhere without fighting a villain?"
"H-Huh?!" Midoriya suddenly burst out. "W-What do you mean?!"
Bakugo had to restrain himself from blowing up Izuku's hospital bed, "Well, since you can't fucking exist without fighting villains whenever you go outside, we're giving you a goddamn chaperone."
"A chaperone?!" Midoriya stammered out. "B-But I don't want to bother any of you!"
"I volunteer," Shinsou listlessly interrupted. "I barely sleep as is, I'll be awake enough when he's released."
"A great soldier," Jirou dramatically thanked him while patting him on the back, a gesture that went unappreciated by Izuku, who she sent a 'I am definitely going to give you a talk about this later' look to.
"I-I don't need a chaperone!" Midoriya tried to stop them from making the finalized choice. "I-I'll prove myself to you guys! I swear!"
"We'll believe it when we see it."
Quite literally less than twelve hours later. Seriously, less than six hours later…
"Midoriya, I swear to the god of 2 A.M frustration, if you even think about fighting all…" He took a moment to count how many were leaping over the buildings in the distance. "Thirty-seven villains over there on your own instead of calling a group of pros to do it, I am going to restrain you myself."
"B-But, Shinsou!"
"No, I'm not hearing any 'But''s out of you."
All he earned was a puffed-out cheek pout from Midoriya.
"I need to help them, though!" He explained, doing his best to remove the capture weapon wrapped around his left leg. He considered using his quirk, left leg starting to glow in a soft bright green.
"Midoriya, please."
"But, Shinsou—!"
Midoriya's eyes went blank. Shinsou sighed.
"Get in the car," he ordered, watching Midoriya listlessly enter the cab without resistance. He sighed, doing his best to keep his quirk active.
Well, he didn't prove himself.
Tough love, though, right?
He is literally a villain magnet!
Yaoyorozu lamented, a strain on her voice that came from the vice on her heart, the barbed wire cutting into her very emotions, "Look, I understand that, yes, he's a hero, and he's so amazing and perfect because of that, but why does it have to be him of all people that faces the most villains?"
The unsaid cry for an answer went between the group, Why is it always him who's put at the most risk of being hurt?
"So…how do we do it?" Kirishima quietly whispered, racking over possible solutions. Trying to get Midoriya stronger was already a useless suggestion, considering the inhuman amount of training the boy did every single day. So what else was there?
Trying to stop him from being a hero was also way out of the question, considering how, you know, there was the small problem of him wanting to be nothing else other than a hero. Hell, his desire to be a hero was so great that it overrode even his concern for his mother, something they hadn't been able to beat either!
(Plus, Bakugo harshly informed them that even hinting or joking to Midoriya on, in any way, backing off on being a hero would only result in "something really bad. For him, more than anything." The ominous vagueness of his words made them curious, but the fact that he'd said anything at all about the matter was more than enough to convince them. Bakugo never gave out crucial information to help out unless it really held weight.)
"You think we could just follow him?" Hatsume suggested with a dismissive wave, but her casual behavior was overridden by the frantic movement of her eyes. "I mean, like, with a drone! Y'know...I want to put what I have to good use!"
Iida nearly shot her down with some rather "un-classrep-like" words, before gritting his teeth and seething nearly silently, "After the sports festival, I barely trust anything you make."
"Wait…" Todoroki hummed, eyes narrowing. He had an incredibly strong feeling that the Midoriya Phenomenon was going all in at the moment, like they were missing an incredibly crucial detail. "Isn't...there something we can do to protect him?"
"I mean...we could learn how to protect him, right?" Uraraka suggested. "Like, we could ask his dad and his other dad from a different family." A few of them nodded, thinking of it as a good suggestion.
They were referring to All Might and Aizawa. The debate on which dad was the primary and secondary dad was a heated one.
"Man, but that'd be so weird to ask…" Kirishima muttered. What other way is there?
It's important to note what the Midoriya Phenomenon is.
The Midoriya Phenomenon, as noted by Present Mic before being heard by Todoroki: The instances in which thinking of the best thing to do for Midoriya ends up overcomplicating the situation, where the solution is an incredibly simple one.
This could, for example, be Jirou searching for Midoriya through sound and trying to remember what his footsteps sounded like instead of calling him like a normal person. Or, for another example, Yaoyorozu taking a cooking class in her minimal free time to optimally cook katsudon, whereas his mother would be the literal best person to contact about how Midoriya likes his food. (After all, she was well aware of how...affectionate they were of her baby boy, and was more than pleased to learn that his social life had finally become better.)
In this instance, the Midoriya Phenomenon sure is going full blast.
If only there were a school of sorts where people could learn how to protect others, such as a hero like Midoriya would go to.
Kirishima shrugged, dismissing the nagging thought in his head that just wouldn't manifest, "God, what else is there?" He felt like the answer was that of which a toddler could've found, and yet his brain was not working well enough to surpass that.
Kendou, not being a toddler, shook her head as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, "Well, obviously, we just have to take as much of his free time as possible so that he can't get in trouble without at least one or two of us there who can call for help."
"Like a goddamn sidekick?" Bakugo sneered, tensions rising in the air. "I don't give a fuck about whoever it is; I am not being a fucking sidekick to anyone."
"Didn't ask you," Kendou smoothly deflected, expertly dodging the low-powered AP shot coming her way while appreciatively smirking at the soft snickers that came from the corners of the room. "Besides, I suppose that just leaves me room to spend more time with him instead of you, right?"
"Wait, who the hell said it'd be you?!"
"Well, it's definitely not going to be Bakugo," Ashido snorted, sending him a look of superiority. "If anything, he's one of the greatest threats to Midoriya we know of, anyways."
"A WHAT?!" Bakugou screeched out, little explosions popping off in his hands. "Bullshit, 'a threat!' I'd probably be the most gentle goddamn soul to Deku there is!"
Whether the silence came from the absolute disbelief that he was serious, the amusement they felt from it, or the fact that he seemed so...deluded to not realize how wrong that statement was, the discussion continued.
"Speaking of threats to Midoriya," Todoroki scowled at Bakugo, who glared back with just as much ferocity. "I can't help but notice that some people are more...prone to doing unsavory things to him."
Kaminari sent him a pointed look, using a phrase that he'd checked with Jirou four times in the last ten minutes to make sure it was correct, "Pot, meet kettle."
Todoroki quirked an eyebrow, offense seeping into his eyes, a deep frown on his face, "Excuse me?"
Kaminari only nodded his head to Iida, who'd clicked onto the next point already, effectively stopping either Todoroki or Bakugo from going on a rampage on the supposed offense of suggesting that they had, or ever would, do anything to harm Izuku.
Well, Todoroki remembered the Sports Festival, but that was before he realized that Midoriya was literally flawless.
The Second Highest Threat to Midoriya's Happiness: Ourselves
"While I do recognize that none of us would ever wish harm upon him," Iida cleared his throat with a huff, the furtive glances towards a few peculiar faces in the group going mostly unnoticed. "This isn't so much of...declaring people as threats, but moreso a warning."
The group nodded; considering how they'd all been hoping to win Midoriya's heart and they had assumed that Midoriya certainly didn't have a masochism kink (though him breaking his bones was a counterargument to such), they definitely would never injure him if they could avoid it.
And this, they decided as a group, was best for them, even if it would hurt for them to realize that they had ever wronged something so pure and gentle.
The First Offender: Bakugo Katsuki
On behalf of the D.C., we have decided that, if one were to need evidence of Bakugo Katsuki's transgressions against Izuku, we were to kindly but firmly suggest that they should consider returning back to primary school in order to learn basic pattern recognition.
We will not be explaining further. Any Deku Club member, or any normally functioning member of society for that matter, would need to be:
1) A member of the Aldera Middle School Staff, on the basis that he seemed to have been unpunished for the act of being a little bitch during middle school
2) Midoriya Izuku, on the basis that he refers to Bakugo as 'Kacchan' instead of 'The Spawn of Satan'
3) The League of Villains, on the basis that they believed that Bakugo was initially a hero that they could convince to become a villain without realizing that his very existence is an offense to society.
to believe that Bakugo Katsuki would be beneficial to whatever area he may be in.
We have made the executive decision to not elaborate further. Thank you.
-Iida, spokesperson of the Deku Club, Yaoyorozu, representative of the Main branch of the Deku Club, Kendou, representative of the Secondary branch of the Deku Club, and Hatsume, representative of the Miscellaneous branch of the Deku Club.
The Second Offender: Mineta Minoru
No.
-Ashido, Asui, Uraraka, Jirou, Yaoyorozu, Hagakure, Kendou, Kodai, Komori, Shiozaki, Tsunotori, Tokage, Yanagi, Hatsume. 2nd Tier, 1st tier, 2nd Place Holder Overall, 2nd Tier, 2nd Tier, 3rd Tier, 2nd Tier, 3rd Tier, 3rd Tier, 3rd Tier, 2nd Tier, 2nd Tier, 1st Tier, 2nd Tier, and 2nd Tier members of the Deku Club, respectively.
The Third Offender: Hatsume Mei
Stop exploding things, stop exploding things near him in particular, we don't even know how your devices seemingly explode upon him being in a harmable range even though their designs don't call for it. Also don't create devices meant to keep others away from Midoriya. That last part isn't so much for his own benefit but Aizawa-sensei told us to tell you to stop, otherwise he'll speak about it to Power Loader.
Also, stop asking him to try out experimental technology that hasn't even been tested yet. Tech that's had at least one trial run is fine, but when you don't even know what the hell could happen, how's he supposed to know what to expect?
Lastly, why are you making a Midoriya-bot in an attempt to replicate his smile? That won't even work!
-Iida, spokesperson of the Deku Club, and Uraraka, 2nd Place Holder of the Deku Club
The Worst Offender: Monoma Neito
Kendou, please request that he be expelled, or at the very least, suspended? He's had a greater negative impact on Midoriya than you think he has. Thank you.
-Tetsutetsu, Kendou, Tokage, Tsunotori, Kodai. 2nd Tier, 2nd Tier, 1st Tier, 2nd Tier, and 3rd Tier Members of the Deku Club, respectively.
(also I don't really like him but hey he doesn't like me either, it's fine - tokage)
Bonus Offender: Todoroki Shouto
Also, Todoroki, stop being accidentally perverted. We aren't discussing it any further because you don't seem to know social things, which we can't blame you for, but please. Learn not to ask Midoriya not to 'pop your cherry' with a slight delay before showing an actual cherry for him (after he already fainted, mind you) to break apart for whatever dessert you wanted to make. Thank you. Also don't ask him to 'bone you' as a request for him to hand over the patient's bones in that doctor game you two were playing. He almost misheard you and almost gave you his own bones, but that's another topic entirely. We taught him a few innuendos after Meeting 13: (Sin)namon Roll so that we wouldn't be completely destroyed around him, not so that you didn't know them either.
Also, do NOT tell Midoriya that he looks 'submissive and breedable today' simply because Kaminari said so an hour or two at an earlier time. Just because it may be true does NOT mean you should tell him.
-Bakugo, 1st Place Holder of the Deku Club
(fucking four eyes wrote this because oH iT iSn'T iN tHe DoCuMeNt FoRmAt like did i fucking ask you dweeb extra dumbass nerd? no. shut up.)
Stop. Fucking. Harming him. Please.
"Wait, but Muscles volunteers for it!" Hatsume denied, narrowing her eyes in offense, before a reminder of Midoriya wearing one of her support items came to mind. "Besides, it's not like he's permanently harmed, or anything!"
"But you're the one who isn't looking out for his health," Iida shut her down, an annoyed eye roll coming as a side dish considering the stunt she pulled during the Sports Festival. Hatsume only pouted, muttering things about how Midoriya's the best person to volunteer since he was tougher than any other volunteers from the general education department or the support classes.
"Have you seen the skintight suit I made for him?" Hatsume huffed quietly to herself, before rolling her eyes. Fine, it'll just be me who sees him in that.
"And me?!" Mineta shouted, incredulous. "I have done nothing but been kind and gentle to him! I've never even hinted at something perverted towards him!"
"You asked him to try sucking on your balls," Kaminari glared at him. "You want to tell me that's not lewd in the slightest?"
"It was for my quirk!" Mineta defended himself, but his words fell on deaf ears as he was forcibly removed from the meeting.
"Do you think we can just...remove him from the meetings entirely?" Asui suggested, the thought of having to spend less time with Mineta becoming increasingly appealing to her as his entire existence had offended her ever since they had been in the same room together.
"That does sound quite appealing," Yaoyorozu admitted, a hand on her chin to signal her consideration of removing Mineta entirely. "But, unfortunately, that goes against the thought of finding the best ways to help Midoriya. He'll only be gone for the rest of the meeting, unless he messes up later on."
The room could visibly see the shoulders of Uraraka, Ashido, Asui, Jirou, and Hagakure slump while Kendou, Kodai, Pony, Reiko, Tokage, and Ibara visibly sighed at the disappointing news.
"Well, as that's over with, what do I have to do with this?" Todoroki spoke up hesitantly, reading some of the words on the screen. "Is popping one's cherry inappropriate?"
Iida took a deep breath inwards, the graciousness he'd shown to Midoriya completely gone when it came to Todoroki's ignorance; from his standpoint, Todoroki might as well have been as ignorant when it came to euphimisms, at this point more unknowing than when Iida, Yaoyorozu, and Bakugo had to teach Midoriya sexual slang.
"That's taking someone's virginity," Asui bluntly put, refusing to let anyone else beat around the bush when it was an intervention that the dual-colored boy needed. "You asked him to take your virginity."
Todoroki put a hand on his chin, eyes widening in slight revelation as he took in the news.
After a few moments where they let him understand the consequences of his actions, he shrugged it off, "Well, I don't see what was so wrong about that if the request still held true."
"You sack of shit, if there's anyone who's having it taken by Midoriya, it'll be me!" Kirishima barked. "It'd be so goddamn manly to have the manliest man do it for me!"
"Wrong!" Iida denied, smacking Kirishima on the back of the head. "It shall be I who would grant Midoriya that gracious gift, should he allow me!"
We're all minors, you know… Yaoyorozu thought, rolling her eyes. Kinda illegal right now…
"Are we not mentioning Monoma?" Kodai whispered to Reiko, who shrugged, observing the situation before softly speaking.
"I think not mentioning him is better right now...I don't want them to kill someone because he was mentioned…" She whispered, trying to find the right words to put her feelings into. "He's ugly…"
"You're right, but you don't need to say it like that," Kodai scrunched up her nose, though agreed with her sentiment nonetheless.
A new voice came into the mix, out of nowhere.
"Hold up, you made a section on me?" Bakugo guffawed, incredulous. "The fuck is that coming from?!"
"We will not elaborate," Iida took a stand on the point he wrote, believing that the words in the document were set in stone at that point.
"Then, tell me this, four-eyes," Bakugo rolled his eyes, kicking his legs up onto the table that Yaoyorozu had made for the meeting. "How the hell am I the closest to winning his heart while you guys are all fighting for second?"
"That doesn't matter right now," Todoroki defended his friend. "Out of everyone here, you're the one responsible for harming him the most."
"W-Well, after I realized-" Bakugo caught himself, a blush starting to appear. "All we do is spar. I don't even fucking care about that shitty nerd, I hate him so much." He muttered, concerned about his reputation more than anything at that point, even with the ever-growing red on his cheeks.
Ah, yes, the Tsundere effect.
"Spar? Then why does he keep coming back home extremely sore? Clearly, you're going too hard on him," Todoroki spat out again, venom seeping into his words.
"Like I'm the one who always asks to keep going," Bakugo taunted them, a shit-eating grin deeply ingrained on his face at the innuendo. "Besides, it's not like he's thinking about anything other than pushing himself, even if it ends up hurting him. And even more, it's not like I'm the one who caused him to broke his bones so much during the sports festival."
"Oh, shut the fu-"
"Speaking of hurting him!" Kendou interrupted, displeased with the argument already starting to build up. "We still have to tackle the biggest thing that hurts Midoriya. We can get back to this later, okay?" She waited a few moments, seeing Bakugo and Todoroki continuing to glare at each other, before eventually relenting and sitting back down.
The Singlehanded Largest Threat to Midoriya's Happiness: Midoriya Izuku
Life is quite a peculiar little thing, don't you think? Years and years of experiences, tests and reading books that feel like they take forever but it's only been three minutes, and fun times with people that you love and care about feeling like it had only been four minutes, yet you'd spent the whole day with them.
As Forrest Gump once said, "Life's like a box of chocolates; you never know what you're gonna get."
Except, there was one thing that Izuku Midoriya had quickly learned he was going to get, something that he simply knew from almost the start. A fact that'd carried well into his middle-school life, and especially now that he actually had a quirk.
Injuries. An absolute truckload of injuries, and then some.
Life, for Izuku Midoriya, was not like a box of chocolates, for one main reason. In this hypothetical box, there is a large assortment of various chocolates that you savor, enjoy, realize that some of them are actual trash, such as dark chocolate, and even different types of chocolate that you didn't even know existed at the time.
However, for Midoriya, there was no assortment of enjoyable desserts in his box of chocolates.
No, he'd been riddled with all the dark chocolate that any rational person would easily throw away without a second thought.
[Note: Midoriya has actually not had dark chocolate before, but since Bakugo didn't seem to like them, he simply assumed that they were as 'absolutely fucktastically rancid' as he had put.]
Which, of course, also carried over to his high school life, though not necessarily simply because he existed.
Of course, he'd established some friends for the very second time in his life ever since Bakugo (if one could really call that a friendship in the first place). Later on, he'd gain some more, through Asui and Todoroki. Hell, he'd eventually become acquainted with the rest of his class as a result of being Asui's friend, who'd not only been social, but had contact with Ashido. Through making friends with Ashido...it soon led to everyone else having come to at least view Midoriya in a more positive light.
If you were to ask Midoriya directly how he got so many friends, after twenty or thirty minutes of him denying that he was so popular, and having calmed down just a little bit, that would be the most likely answer one would receive.
Yet, there was one constant that stayed with him. Beforehand, it was a constant that he was...less than fond of facing. The thought of pain really wasn't all that appealing to Midoriya, and it likely would never be unless he were to somehow attain a sexual relationship with someone rougher (like Bakugo).
So, why? The lingering question on the back of everyone's mind made it to the very front. Why does he keep getting himself injured?
If it were just his quirk, that would be one issue. They'd seen firsthand on multiple occasions that Midoriya was one of, if not the most powerful students in their class with one of, if not the most powerful quirk to ever be seen (though they'd only truly realize that when Asui, Kirishima, and Uraraka saw him fight Overhaul later on). They'd also seen on multiple occasions Midoriya's arms turning a rather unnatural color, likely from all the goddamn internal bleeding that was going on in there after he goes over his limit.
"Don't forget how I literally had to use my quirk to stop him from trying to fight over thirty villains by himself," Shinsou quickly reminded, even though the memory let a sour taste in his mouth.
Considering his new nickname by a few of his classmates, which Sero had started, it wasn't all too surprising that Midoriya would get injured trying to push himself to his limit. That wasn't anything absolutely soul-crushing, though. It still hurt them like they'd just seen someone kick a puppy, but in the case that the puppy somehow kicked itself full force to break some bones, but it wasn't the worst of it, since he'd usually just trained in an area where he could quickly be whisked away to Recovery Girl.
(His nickname was, uncreatively, the Bone-Breaker Boy.)
The problem came in how he somehow injured himself so often out of training. It was almost astounding how he'd always seemed to be in danger.
And in how often he ran into danger instead of away from it.
And how he turned to danger to solve a problem that he had, no matter how minute. Even if it was something that had a much simpler solution to it that could completely avoid danger or somehow injuring oneself, such as simply choosing to walk on the sidewalk with shoes on, Midoriya's instinct somehow told him that the route where you had to crawl on hot coals naked while having someone shoot you with a pellet gun was the more obvious, intuitive route.
Regardless.
The problem came:
How do we stop Midoriya from intuitively harming himself?
Case Study 1: Training
"Problem child…" Aizawa quietly cursed under his breath, putting down his phone after he ended a call with Recovery Girl. All Might, who'd been visiting for a purpose mostly unknown to the students other than Todoroki's theory of 'checking in on his son,' overheard the quiet curse, and quickly did what Aizawa found he did best as a limelight hero: make whatever happened known to anyone in a twenty mile vicinity.
"Did something happen to Young Midoriya?" All Might questioned, eyes locking onto the underground hero.
"Wait, wait, wait, this?" Kendou interrupted, slightly displeased. "I know he went overboard, but his thighs, for god's sake!"
Yaoyorozu and Iida, who were presenting the case, turned red, remembering fresh in their minds how toned his body would end up becoming.
Yeah, no favoritism whatsoever… Aizawa rolled his eyes as he nodded, ignoring the way that everyone else in the room present also had their eyes plastered onto him, like whatever he said could be life-or-death to them. [He worried that it actually might be.]
Whether it was the grim look on Tokoyami's face - Were his eyes always so...dismal? - or the way that some of the eyes on Shouji's extra limbs seemed to roll around frantically before honing in on Aizawa - ...How does he see out of those, exactly? - or even the way that Bakugo seemed interested but really, obviously felt the need to come off as if he didn't care. - My god, Hizashi was right, he's a tsundere. - Eyes locked onto him from every angle, the most extremely clear look coming from Uraraka.
"Mm," Aizawa hummed, disregarding their gazes entirely considering how even mentioning Midoriya would result in it; the exposure meant nothing to him after it'd happened at least twice a day, excluding the weekends. "Just thought that he could stand to listen to absolutely nothing from you when it comes to working out, or anything physically demanding in any regard."
All Might blinked; how did he have anything to do with this?
"Well, Recovery Girl just chewed you out over the phone, droning about overworking him," Aizawa explained, though he didn't see too much logic in it himself. True, All Might spent a disproportionately higher amount of time with Midoriya compared to other students, but he wasn't the only reason for Midoriya's unhealthy drive.
"Overworking?" All Might repeated, contributing very close to nothing to the conversation. "I don't recall that."
"Did you give him a training regimen or something?" Aizawa interrogated, his blank tone turning slightly curious.
The former number one hero hummed, tapping his chin as he tried to think of any way he could've influenced Young Midoriya's training recently, "I didn't give him a routine to follow, but I did recommend that he try strengthening his legs in order to suit his new...Shoot Style, was it?"
Aizawa whistles, somewhat impressed; All Might actually gave good advice. A low bar, but one he actually jumped over nonetheless.
"Did you recommend anything in particular?" Aizawa continued, slightly curious as to his student's progress.
"A light jog to help with his calves, as well as squats for his quads, and to use the stair climber in the fitness center to help build up endurance," All Might explained, the one thing he truly wanted to pass onto his successor coming to mind. "The stair climber's enough to give anyone hell after a few minutes."
"You act like you speak from experience?"
"Yep. Gran Torino had me go on the setting where you'd take a step every second. Doesn't sound like much, and really, it isn't with a quirk like mine which enhanced, you know, everything, but without it, you'll probably be whipped into shape in no time flat," All Might explained, slightly knocking on his temples with his forehead. "If you can stay on the damn thing for fifteen minutes at a time. The stair climber machine here is the same as when I was a student, surprisingly, so fifteen minutes on the thing would get you...ninety floors, if I'm doing the math correctly?"
Aizawa quirked an eyebrow, before disregarding it, choosing to ignore how he was slightly impressed with how Toshinori actually sounded truly knowledgeable on a subject when it came to teaching a student. It was sound advice, after all; there was a reason he was able to fight villains practically quirkless, outside of the fact that his opponents were quirkless as well.
So where was the issue? Normal advice, good habits for health, something suited to the student's needs.
The student.
The student.
What else would need to be accounted for regarding the student?
And then, it clicked.
"All Might, did you ever stop to consider how much Midoriya would try to do anyways? Like, his work ethic and forcing himself well beyond ten minutes, sort of deal?"
"..."
"Fuck."
All Might quietly swore under his breath, a hand on his forehead and a sigh of frustration, "Young Midoriya never knows when to stop…"
Aizawa rolled his eyes again, and at this point, it was truly a miracle how he didn't feel disoriented from rolling his eyes so many times in such a short period, before a truly horrendous thought came to mind, Like father, like son, I suppose…
God, Todoroki's theories were rubbing off on him.
"Todoroki," Aizawa continued, forcing the thought to the back of his mind in favor of actually addressing the teen who was coincidentally needed at the moment. "Midoriya wants to see you, according to Recovery Girl. I'm pretty sure he's delirious right now, but apparently he…"
Aizawa winced; this was absolutely the opposite of what he expected to have to deal with as a teacher. "Apparently, he said, and Recovery Girl can attest to this, 'will literally not stop trying to leave his bed. He has a fever but he really wants to see him for whatever reason,' and I'm just going to assume for the sake of my sanity that he just wants a hug, and that you will knock him out and put him back to bed. Okay?"
Todoroki tried to hide his shit-eating, victorious, superior grin from the rest of his classmates, but they knew.
A second thought came to him, one that seemed actually productive as a teacher, "Also, try to convince him to refrain from going three hours on the stair climber without stopping and without water. Granted, he said he was doing it because he wouldn't know how long he'd have to fight and how dire the circumstances could become, which I can respect, but this is a little extreme for a first-year."
H u h ?
Case study 2: Bones
Here is a list of events in which Midoriya Izuku has broken his bones [Note: May be missing a few entries]:
1) Entrance Exam
2) Quirk Assessment Test
3) Battle Trial
4) Sneezing too hard and breaking his nose a week into school
5) U.S.J
6) Sports Festival Battle with Shinsou
7) Sports Festival Battle with Todoroki (Like, times 800 or something)
8) Falling out of bed (This wasn't even with his quirk, mind you)
9) Getting K.F.C because Sero told him the motto for it was "Finger-breaking good" instead of "Finger-licking good"
10) Muscular
11) Fighting Five Villains [See: Point one of the meeting (Third Biggest Threat to Midoriya)]
12) Fighting Three More Villains [See: Point one of the meeting (Third Biggest Threat to Midoriya)]
13) Learning about breakdancing
14) Attempting to go at what Kaminari said was "Breakneck speed 2.0" and thinking that the name had anything to do with it
15) Trying a jawbreaker because he wondered what the appeal was of breaking your jaw in particular, as opposed to other bones
16) Kirishima and Tetsutetsu playing hacky sack with a bowling ball and Izuku became curious as to how it worked
17) Finding someone at U.A. who had an insufficient hatred of Endeavor [this spanned over a week, soon after the Sports Festival]
18) Hearing Monoma insult All Might (Luckily, Monoma did not escape unscathed)
Case study 3: Compliments
Midoriya Izuku deserved literally everything and anything that stood under the sun. All Might figurines? Should be his. Yaoyorozu's inheritance and future residence that'd already been reserved for her when she turned 18? She'd easily give it up for him if he wanted. Endeavor's credit card? Todoroki literally had it on hand at all times so he could give it to Midoriya whenever he could. A few of Jirou's instruments? She'd have them packaged and delivered right to Midoriya's room if he so much as even hinted at wanting it.
The problem was that he would easily outright refuse them if someone even thought of giving him something with a positive intention behind it. Gifts? He'd ask them to keep it. Sleepovers? He'd refuse to let people buy him snacks. Hell, Bakugo had to tell them what his birthday was because Midoriya always avoided the conversation for the reason of not wanting to bother them with birthday celebrations!
So, god forbid someone gives him a compliment. It's the one thing he can't avoid, the one thing he can't predict someone would say, because it could pop up anywhere, and he didn't have prepared responses on the go. Normally, he'd be prepared for anything, hell, even if a villain attacked his All Might figurine, he'd activate a murder mode lodged deep inside his instincts that he probably didn't even know he had.
But when someone complimented him?
For all the ways that Midoriya made their hearts melt, Midoriya was incredibly and undoubtedly susceptible to having his heart melted at the slightest compliment, turning completely red and sputtering thanks and denials in an instant.
Whether that was a healthy response to receiving a compliment like he'd never received one before in his life, that was for a different time.
Telling him he was submissive and breedable was a different story, but normal people compliments were still like a foreign species to him.
"Wow, Midori!" Ashido gasped, seeing him draw in his notebook one day in class. "You can draw?!"
"U-Uh, h-hi, Ashido!" He awkwardly stuttered out, shutting his notebook in a flash. "N-Not really…? I-I mean, I like doing it, but I'm not very good at it…"
"I refuse to allow you to say that, Midoriya!" Iida interrupted, sliding into the conversation with ease. "As your class representative, it is my duty to keep up my classmates' morale, and thus, I must show you the error of your ways!"
"H-Huh?!" Midoriya gawked at his friend, the oddly serious look that didn't normally grace his face whenever the two of them interacted. "W-What do you mean?"
"Simple!" Iida answered instantly, tearing him away from his seat, and thus, Ashido, who hit him with a guilt-inducing pout. "We will show you some of Kaminari's drawings in response!"
"Hm? Whatcha need, Prez?" Kaminari languidly spoke, clearly sleep-deprived from playing Smash with Kirishima all night. "You wanna see my masterpieces?"
"Yes!" He succinctly nodded. "We require it in order to compare to Midoriya, who believes that his art is not so great!"
"Wait, wait, wait," Bakugo interrupted, shutting his classmates up in the middle of their explanation. "That's how you try to compliment him?!"
Bakugo shot up, strolling towards the computer to read the prompt that they'd have to discuss.
Help him value himself!
"This?" Bakugo rolled his eyes. "This is garbage."
Iida glared at him, "You wish to tell me you've contributed to this project?"
What a lame way to put it.
"You goddamn dumbasses…" Bakugo slapped his forehead. "The training one, I can understand, since I train with him sometimes. The fucking bone-breaking one, I can understand, because no human should ever fucking do that and that's weird. But learning how to interact with him?"
He pointed at himself, scowling, "I. Have. Literally. Known him for 11 goddamn years. If there is anyone on this Earth who knows him as well as fucking Auntie Inko, it'd be me."
"So why don't you treat him like the goddamn sweet perfect person he is?" Jirou prompted, unamused with his claim, even if he did have the evidence to back it up.
"We call that being a tsundere!" Kaminari chirped, and the blush appearing on Bakugo's face didn't help his case at all. "I mean, don't you remember Meeting 7?"
Kirishima lowly whistled, seeing 1-B gawk at Bakugo even more, "I mean...Bakubro, you did say that you didn't want him to smile because you couldn't focus when he does, right?"
"He told me in confidence that his knees turn weak when it happens," Ashido smirked at him, his face turning even more red than before.
Tokage snickered, "Damn, not so high and mighty now, are you?"
"Shut it…" Bakugo growled out, though the slight crack in his voice took away any dignity he may have once had. "Besides, you don't compliment him directly like that."
"Then how do we do it?" A voice called out from the crowd, and to Bakugo, it couldn't matter less. All that mattered right now was regaining his honor.
"Easy," Bakugo rolled his eyes, whipping out his phone and calling Midoriya himself.
A few seconds rang, and the curious looks focused in on Bakugo's phone as Midoriya picked up, "Hi, Kacchan! Do you need something?"
"Oy, dweeb," Bakugo snarked, though there was clearly something lying deep underneath his voice. "The old hag needed me to take pictures at U.A. with my friends to make sure I'm not trying to antagonize everyone. Get the fuck to my room so I can get it over with."
"O-Oh, o-okay!" Midoriya's voice squeaked out. "I'll be right there!"
He ended the call, and let out a sigh, "That's how you do it."
He was met with incredibly unimpressed looks, "You literally called him a dweeb."
"So? It's how he knows I'm being sincere," Bakugo smirked, a condescending look on his face. "You can't give him compliments about himself. Not yet, anyways. You gotta give him compliments in a way that's personalized to you. Me calling him a dweeb and mentioning my old hag? Something I'd say, something that leads to him feeling good because his thought process goes 'He trusts me,' and voila."
"Sounds a little emotionally manipulative..." Asui furrowed her eyebrows, but her words fell on deaf ears as the discussion moved on beyond her.
"Look, that sounds bad, I know, but..." For once in his life, Bakugo tried rephrasing his words, only if it were for the sake of Midoriya, "He doesn't do good with strong compliments. Compliments that he looks between the lines to see, he really likes. Okay?"
"So what you're saying is...we went about that wrong?" Todoroki prompted.
"Icyhot, you called him breedable. YES YOU DID IT WRONG!" Bakugo scoffed at him, turning back to the more sensible members of the D.C, if there even were any left. "There's one way we can give him a way to value himself, and that's confidence. It's like that...fuckin...love language shit or something."
"That sounds emotionally irresponsible for Midoriya," Asui noted. "Also, you know all of those things?"
"NOT THE POINT."
"Not really, kero, but okay."
"Anyways, his shit isn't those words of affirmation, it's fuckin' quality time and the...acts of service shit. More the quality time and all that than anything," Bakugo rolled his eyes. "I don't know how the fuck it happened, but that's why Round Face and I are closer to him than the rest of you bozos."
"So...spend more time with him is the solution?"
"Duh."
"How can we do that?"
"You idiots."
Todoroki spoke up again, unprompted, having realized something, "Midoriya and Bakugo are coming with me to work a little bit with Endeavor, since the work studies are going to come up soon, anyways. The two of us could probably solve the issue."
Aren't you two in the top three of the Deku Club? Why should YOU do it? The thought hit a few of them, though there were already some coming up with counterplans to his words.
"Just...keep him safe, okay?" Uraraka requested, a soft smile on her face hiding all the intent behind her words.
Final Decision of Meeting 19 (Formation of the D.P.S): Find a way to spend time with Midoriya in a way that makes him feel comfortable. This applies to all three of the largest problems to Midoriya's happiness.
Small aftermath event:
"Shouto," Endeavor's booming voice had been reduced to a withering ember, seeing the literal mountain of paperwork on his desk. Apparently, they were affairs that his secretary couldn't personally deal with, meaning they were one of two things: government documents, or taxes to evade.
Both of which took an extraordinary amount of time without there even needing to be a large amount of papers.
"Hm?" The stoic teen only hummed, looking up from his homework to give the pile of papers another once-over. "Something happening?"
"Why…?" Endeavor whispered quietly, picking up a few of the sheets and quickly skimming over them. "Why are all of your classmates, as well as all the students of Class 1-B, as well as a large quantity of the students in 2-A and 2-B all applying to my agency for an internship? Don't you think they'd wait until...the work studies come up? Those still happen at U.A, if I'm not mistaken, but usually for second and third-years."
Todoroki furrowed his eyebrows; he thought he'd made it abundantly clear how fond he was of disparaging his father on campus. It was like an hourly routine for him, having had the ability to speak and the will to speak his mind, both of which combined into the amalgamation of insults he'd called his father when he wasn't listening.
"When did all of these come in?" He questioned, trying to pinpoint an event in his recent timeline where a large amount of his schoolmates would suddenly choose to try interning with Endeavor.
"Two days ago," he answered quietly, looking at the dates of the papers. They were identical. "Why? Is it relevant?"
Todoroki put a hand on his chin, eyebrows furrowed as he sifted through his recent memories, the archived interactions with his schoolmates regarding Midoriya, or conversations with Midoriya himself.
Didn't we have a meeting about this…? He thought to himself, before realizing. "Ah."
"Ah?" Endeavor quirked an eyebrow of his own, a displeased frown coming to his face. "The hell's up with it? Do you know about it?"
"Midoriya's interning here. That's why," Todoroki succinctly answered, the truth laid out completely in front of Endeavor. "Do you mind denying all of those applications of theirs?"
"Way ahead of you," Endeavor muttered, a defeated expression coming to him as he rifled through a disorganized cabinet in his desk, eventually coming across just the item he needed: A red stamp, with one word on it.
'Denied.'
Well, at least he's found someone worthy of bringing him up to a higher level, Endeavor rolled his eyes, having seen through the obvious motivations that his son was holding, the feelings that seemed to be on full display and crystal clear to literally everyone except the boy he was in love with. Though I suppose Midoriya could stand to be a little more...aware.
He remembered their interaction during the Sports Festival.
And with a little less attitude towards me.
yknow sometimes i think i have an idea for this fic right and then i realize wait a minute i'm literally writing this with the intent of it not being serious. like an earlier draft of this had something serious for toga because i like the idea of her literally needing to eat blood for survival but also because of a manga event involving an interaction between her and uraraka all that jazz. and then an even earlier draft of this mentioned izuku's classmates from middle school being asshole fucknuts but then i remembered "oh no that's not happy and i don't like the not happy in the fic"
ooh btw the kfc and insufficient hate for endeavor both were completely plagiarized from "Rules for 1A" on ao3, like the rest of the ones my friend came up with but those two were so gold because it's probably one of my favorite fics out there, i highly recommend it even if it's a shorter read, literal gold mine
also i don't know a lot about the love language stuff, took a random ass love language test with my friends for fun and voila i learned that there were five types or whatever and i just thought "hey midoriya's probably a quality time sorta dude" or something
and also i sorta wanted to write an aldera-related chapter? lmao i got into the ao3 tag of "Aldera Middle School Faces Consequences" and i love some of those fics ngl but it just doesn't vibe well with the meetings. maybe i'll like put this into a series thing where that chapter is like in a pt 2 sort of deal where i put more non-humor oriented chapters? idk honestly
but yeah! next up is either going to be a chapter focused on either the villains, the u.a staff, or midoriya cosplay stuff.
get dunked on
