Full Chapter Title: The Case of Having Aizawa Shouta as a Mentor
Izuku's nose twitches when something soft brushes against it, and being too sleepy to move or open his eyes, he just scrunches it in hopes that the soft thing will not be able to touch him. However, the ticklish feeling returns, forcing him to turn his head away, but when he does so, he gets a face full of a warm body covered in fuzz. He furrows his brows, absent-minded confusion filling his mind as he moves his head again. He cracks open his green eyes, white and gray colors filling his vision, and he blinks, trying to recall when he adopted a pet. Laying on his chest and neck is a fluffy cat, its head curled against his chin, giving a cute picture.
Izuku couldn't help stop the upturns of his lips, moving a hand to carefully reach up to rub the snoozing cat. The ragdoll breed lets out a peal of purring, snuggling their head into his chin more and allowing their collar's tag be seen. Izuku mumbles the name he reads, "Ren..." Then he blanches in realization, the memories of last night fill his mind. With a newfound grin, he remembers Eraserhead's words, and he blindly reaches over with right arm (his free one; he didn't want to jostle Ren) to his bedside table, where his phone should be, charging. He quickly finds it, full of excitement, and he one-handedly yanks his charger out, the screen lighting up as he does so. He unlocks it, quickly pressing in his passcode and hurrying to his messaging app.
Tuesday, 6:42 AM
LostandFound:
Shinsou
Shinsou
Shitshoe
Oops autocorrect
Purple_Insomniac:
I definitely believe that
What?
LostandFound:
I found someoneeeee
Waitt he time...
Aw shit
Purple_Insomniac is typing...
Izuku drops his phone beside him, panic building. He had woken up late, the time being past 6:30, and class starts at 8:45. The train would take up a huge chunk of his remaining time, around forty minutes, but he had to make it to said train, which would be arriving in less than an hour, and getting to the station would take around fifteen minutes, including the morning foot-traffic. He looks back down at Ren and groans. He mumbles, placing a hand under the cat, "I know, it's some type of special rule to not move a cat while they're sleeping on you, but I have an education and a scary teacher to worry about, as well as a friend who will actually kill me if I don't go."
He lifts the feline up, waking him up, and places him to the side. He hastily rises from his bed, somehow getting tangled with his blue comforter and falling to the ground with a thud. From his place on the floor, he exhales, pressing his head to the floorboard. "This week is gonna be the death of me." Ren meows, seeming to be in agreement, and he jumps down from the bed, flicking his tail at Izuku's face. "Yes, yes, just give me a moment to regret every decision I've ever made." Ren stares at him with his blue eyes holding judgement. "Oh, don't judge me," Izuku moves to untangle himself, standing.
He goes about his morning routine, the main points being: he quickly makes some tea, a drink he had come to love due to the past quiet mornings with his mother in the past, putting it in a cup he could toss away or recycle when reaching the train station; brushing his teeth; attempting to tame his wild hair with a comb, before moving on with barely any difference and a deep sigh; changing into his school uniform, making sure to put on deodorant; along with other things. He carefully takes a sip of his drink, the time of his morning habits long enough for the tea bag to set, and he hastily makes his way over to his bag, which strangely looked to be bulkier and was open.
Suspicion built in his mind, and he peeks into the yellow eyesore, quickly finding his new feline friend looking up from his place on top of folders and books. He snorts, setting his cup down and reaching a hand to pick the ragdoll up, but stops when he is met with the cutest expression he's ever seen on a cat. He groans, averting his eyes. "Stop," he whines. "Don't give me your version of puppy-dog eyes―kitty-cat eyes?―I don't know―just stop!" When Ren doesn't stop, he reluctantly gives in. "Fine! Alright, you can come with me! You just have to stay quiet and out of view of anyone but me, okay? Okay. Let's go." He moves the flap over the cat and the inside of the bag, not bothering to buckle it so Ren could breathe without any complication. He puts his backpack on, grabbing his tea and he gives a quick look-over to make sure that all his lights were turned off. With a nod to himself, he sets out of his apartment, keeping his pace fast but not fast enough to jostle his new passenger.
He sips his cup of tea along the way to the station, keeping along with groups of people on their way to work or teens and kids to school. He lived on the poorer side of the Musutafu, and since Shinsou got off on the same stop before their heart-to-heart, the male probably lived nearby. Only a few heroes patrol around the area, one of them apparently being the always-exhausted Eraserhead, considering the fact that Izuku has seen him two nights in a row.
Izuku yawns widely, his free hand covering his mouth. He had gotten home around twenty minutes before eleven, spent forty minutes making a small dinner for both him and Ren, took a shower that lasted around ten minutes, and stressed over procrastinated work and assigned homework for almost two hours. After, he laid in bed, Ren rumbling like a motorboat by his side, and attempted to go to sleep. However, he gave up after thirty minutes of hyperactive thinking, deciding to scroll through social media for what he decided to be for thirty minutes. Then that thirty minutes turned forty, then an hour, then an hour-and-a-half, and finally, when it reached almost four in the morning, he forced himself to put his phone away and try to sleep again. It was no wonder he woke up late and was still exhausted; he makes a mental note to keep from burning out―it would be way more trouble than it's worth.
He blinks away the small beads of tears that sprung to his eyes. He continues to walk down sidewalks with small crowds of people, sipping at his slowly-cooling drink, until he finally sees the train station. Gulping down the rest of the tea, he tosses his cup in a nearby trash can, heading inside of the station, where many people were going in for their early commute. He pulls out his train pass, going through the gate, and stands to wait for his train, releasing a sigh. He pulls out his phone to check the time, and in doing so, he finds that he had notifications of Shinsou messaging him. He unlocks his phone and presses one of the notifications, pulling up their conversation from when he woke up.
LostandFound:
I found someoneeeee
Waitt he time...
Aw shit
Purple_Insomniac:
What?
Izuku?
What do you mean?
Tuesday, 7:26 AM
LostandFound:
Lol sorry for leaving you without an
explanation
Woke up late, had to hurry
Purple_Insomniac:
Well? Are you gonna explain?
LostandFound:
Ok so last night I was walking home
like normal
Then suddenly Eraserhead pops out of
an alley with a cat I've been looking
for
Purple_Insomniac:
Waitwaitwaitwati
Eraserhead?
Yeah
He gives me the cat and I being the
nice person I am offered to do
something for him
Buuuuuuut he didn't really need
anything like I do, with the pets and
stuff
So I offered you up instead!
Purple_Insomniac:
You make it sound like I'm being
sacrificed
Izuku looks up, hearing a train come in. With a quick look, he can tell that it's his train, so he shoots another text to his friend.
stuff
So I offered you up instead!
Purple_Insomniac:
You make it sound like I'm being
sacrificed
LostandFound:
One sec
Train's here
Purple_Insomniac:
So is mine
Wait don't we ride the same train?
LostandFound:
Ah
I guess we do don't we?
Wanna try and find each other?
Purple_Insomniac:
Dont see why not
Izuku quickly looks up, standing on tiptoe, searching through the mass of people for a lost, purple-haired boy by the height of over 170 centimeters. Oh, and he just happened to an obvious insomniac and a U.A. student, but that's not important for the search, is it? Seeing as how the train was already waiting for passengers to exit and board, he decides to send a text telling Shinsou to just wait until the train ride is over, where they could meet up before walking to school together, to which he receives a thumbs up. He gets on to the train after pocketing his phone, shouldering past other people getting on and off to get to a good spot, where he reaches up for a handle, grasping on to it.
He carefully takes his bag off, moving it in front of him, where he slips on the straps. He takes a swift look around, making sure that no one was looking, before checking on Ren, lifting the unbuckled flap. A soft smile appears on his face as he looks down at Ren, who was curled up, sleeping. He gives a quick scratch before placing the replacing the bag's flap, covering the ragdoll kitty. He rolls his head to the side, pressing it against his arm, and he closes his eyes while letting out a sigh. He spends the boring train ride resting his eyes, occasionally switching arms and discreetly checking on Ren.
When the train stops and the announcement of his stop sounds out, he makes his way off of the train and on to the platform, pulling out his phone and heading off to a less populated area. He first searches for Shinsou, but when he couldn't find him, he shoots a text to him, tell the purple-haired teen where he could find him. It takes a few minutes for his figure to appear, slipping past multiple people and moving to Izuku.
He ruffles his fluffy hair, "Hey."
"Hey," Izuku greets, shouldering his bag properly. "You good to go?"
"Yeah, let's go. And, please, explain what you meant about offering me up to my favorite Pro-Hero."
Izuku snorts, "I'll explain on the way." He motions his head towards the exit of the building. "So, you know how I needed to find a trainer for you?"
Shinsou nods before deadpanning. "Wait, wait, wait, are you telling me that you asked Eraserhead to train me?"
"Yeah. I am."
"You asked a Pro to train me."
"Yeah. Pretty sure, Eraserhead is a Pro-Hero."
"Fuck, I'm screwed." Shinsou blanches, covering his face and groaning.
Izuku holds a finger up, pausing Shinsou's suffering, "To be fair, he hasn't agreed yet, so, like, chill. We'll find out his answer at lunch, which remember that we gotta go to the teachers' lounge."
"I'm gonna die. He's gonna kill me, I'm done for."
"If you're gonna die, die somewhere I'm not around. I don't wanna have to testify as a witness to your murder, I don't have time for that."
"Nice to know that my death could affect you. I'll be sure to die right beside you."
"You bastard."
"And then I'll haunt your ass."
"Now you're crossing the line, Shinsou."
"Only for you, Midoriya."
Izuku huffs a laugh, shaking his head. "Why are we so dumb?"
"I've been asking that my whole life."
"Glad we have something in common." Izuku stretches his arms, yawning. He blinks back tiny tears, watching as the tall building of U.A. comes closer as the two walk towards it. Suddenly, his eyes widen. "Oh, yeah, I have something to show you."
Shinsou raises an eyebrow, "What?"
"I'll show you once we get to the classroom," Izuku waves a hand, dismissing the other's curiosity.
"Whatever you say."
They make it to the front gate, their student IDs allowing them to walk through without triggering the mechanism that keeps everyone but students and teachers (as well as those with visitor passes or clear direction) out. They walk past slower students, entering the school and going down hallways, tossing around random conversational topics as they do so. When they make it to the classroom, Shinsou opens the door, letting Izuku enter first, who nods in thanks. There aren't many people in the classroom yet, and Izuku carefully takes off and sets down his yellow backpack, sitting down in his seat. He waits until Shinsou has sat down in the seat next to him, and gives a quick glance across the room, before motioning the other to look over.
"So, last night, I got the cat, right?" Shinsou nods. "The thing is, by the time Eraserhead gave him to me, it was already too late to head over to the owner's place, meaning I had to take him home with me. I thought about giving the cat to the owner this morning, before school, but I woke up late."
"That explains why you suddenly stopped explaining earlier."
"Yeah. Anyway, he decided to curl up in my bag, he gave me his version of puppy-dog eyes, and he's still there."
Shinsou blinks, "What?" Instead of answering, Izuku lifts the flap of his bag, showing the male the cat in his bag. "You brought the cat to school, okay." Shinsou brings a hand near the cat's head, allowing Ren to sniff it. "You are such a dumbass, Izuku."
"You're not wrong," Izuku agrees. "His name is Ren, and he's gonna be here all day. Now that I'm saying it, this is such a bad idea. Shinsou, why did I do this?"
"It seems you lost a battle against a cat's version of puppy-dog eyes, from what you said." Shinsou scratches Ren behind one of his ears, and the feline purrs.
Izuku sighs, "I already regret this."
"Did you really have to bring your bag?"
"Well, I couldn't just leave him there, alone!" Izuku reasons. "He probably would've snuck away, and some teacher or student would find him! Then I would get in trouble right away, because my luck is terrible."
"It's... you're the one who brought him here. You should get in trouble." Shinsou shakes his head, huffing in amusement.
"I-I thought we were friends."
"Starting to regret following you last Friday."
"How dare―you evil, evil child."
"Ah, yes, I am, but aren't I older than you?"
Izuku gasps dramatically, placing a hand on his chest, "Excuse me? Are you just saying that because you're taller than me?"
"I'm not going to say that's why, but I might be implying it."
"Bastard," Izuku insults then asks, "When's your birthday?"
"July first," Shinsou answers as they turn a corner.
"July fifteenth. You're not that much older than I am, just got tall genes."
Shinsou raises a finger, "Then you have no right in calling me a 'child,' child."
"Two can play at this game, old man."
"You wound me!" Shinsou clutches his chest, rolling his head back in faux pain. "Anyway, we're almost there, and I'm getting nervous. I think I might die soon."
Izuku grins, "You're not gonna die, but it would be funny if he does kill you." Shinsou groans, rubbing the back of his neck. "It'll be fine, quit worrying about it so much. If he does say no, his loss. You'd be a great Underground Hero." They make it to the door of the teachers' lounge before Shinsou could respond, and Izuku inhales. "You ready?"
"No," Shinsou answers, also taking a deep breath, and he nods, "but let's do this."
He raises a fist, giving a few quick knocks and getting a muffled, "Come in," in return. Opening the door, he lets Izuku step in first before following him.
"Such a gentleman, wouldn't you agree, Eraserhead," Izuku tilts his head, giving a sardonic smile to the raven-haired man. "I am here with the potential I told you about last night."
"Call me Aizawa while at school." The teacher sighs, bringing a stool over and placing it across from the green couch. He waves a hand towards the furniture, "Take a seat."
Izuku and Shinsou move over the couch, sitting down. Izuku takes his bag off, putting it beside his feet gently. He knew that Ren was most likely hungry, but hopefully the cat is patient enough to wait. He smiles at Aizawa, "Y'know, now that I can see you in some actual light, you don't look like someone who should be going on patrols."
Aizawa was obviously injured, most likely due to the villain attack at USJ. He had bandages on his face, not covering it completely, but enough to signify that he had facial trauma. One of his hands is completely dressed in white, while the other almost matched. Izuku couldn't see anymore skin or bandages, the rest being hidden by the Hero's costume.
The raven sighs, grumbling, "You're not the first one to tell me that. I'm fine." He moves his eyes over to Shinsou. "Why do you want to be a Hero?"
Shinsou's posture straightens as he tenses under Aizawa's scrutiny. "I-I, well..." He takes a deep breath, attempting to calm his nerves. "Ever since my quirk appeared, almost everyone told me that I'd be better off as a villain than a hero. A part of me wants to prove them wrong, but I know better. That's... that's not what I want." He pauses, but Aizawa doesn't rush him, rather letting him take his time. Izuku looks off into space, fiddling with his fingers, but still listening to the vulnerability of his friend. "I-I want to be a Hero to help people, to help those who are ostracized because of their quirk, or lack of quirk," Izuku smiles, closing his eyes and leaning back, "to helping those who are being attacked by a villain. I want to be a hero to people."
Aizawa stares at the student, seemingly in thought, before he simply says, "Okay."
"O... kay?" Shinsou blinks and parrots, confused.
"I'll teach you some basics, something that will hopefully get you through to the third round. We don't have much time to prepare." Aizawa then inquires, "What days are you free after school and weekends?"
Shinsou stammers, "I, u-uh, I'm free pre-pretty much all this week and next."
Aizawa nods before leaning over to snatch a file from off the coffee table, one that Izuku didn't notice when walking in. The teacher opens the file and pulls out a paper form. He hands it to Shinsou. "Permission slip. Get it signed by a parent or guardian, bring it back tomorrow. We'll train from three-thirty until five-thirty on school days and Saturday. Free days are Wednesday, Sunday. Tomorrow, if you bring back the form signed, I'll assess you and see what you need to work on and what you're good at." Then, he eyeballs Izuku, who raises an eyebrow in question. "And you?"
"I don't want to be a hero," Izuku shakes his head, denying the implied inquiry of training. "I'm just helping him get through the festival, so he can join one of your heroics classes at some point."
"Considering your grades, I thought you'd be a lot smarter."
"Ouch! You wound me, Aizawa-sensei. I don't even know why you're insulting me."
"You want to help him get through the Sports Festival, right?" Izuku nods. "How do you plan getting through round one without a quirk and any training?" Izuku's eye twitches in irritation, and he lets out a slow stream of air through his nose. "Sure, you could make some type of plan, but how far will that get you and him?"
Izuku groans, "Okay, okay, I get it, I get it. Thing is, I'm not as free as him, busy on weekends, though your hours after school don't interfere with mine."
"We'll adjust then. Instead of next week's Wednesday being your free day and Saturday being a work day, switch them. This will leave both of you a day solo session each." The teens nods in understanding, and Aizawa brings another form out, giving it to Izuku. "I'm sure you don't need me to tell you what to do with this."
Izuku hums, "Right. Anyway, we done? Don't wanna miss out on lunch, Lunch Rush's food is pretty good."
Shinsou snorts, whispering, "You sure that isn't just because of who's in your bag?" He grunts when Izuku jabs an elbow into his arm.
"Did you say something, Shinsou?"
"Nope, not one word."
"Good."
"You two can leave," Aizawa dismisses the two, a tinge of amusement in his voice.
They stand up from the couch, and Izuku goes to lift his bag up when it moves, the worn yellow flap rising. Out pops Ren with a curious trill. He jumps out of the bag, trotting under the coffee table to circle around Aizawa's feet.
Izuku grins, "I guess I let the cat out the bag, huh?"
The next two weeks were hell.
Izuku had gotten his permission form signed by one of his foster guardians. He purposely targeted the male one since he was more of a pushover than his wife; he also doesn't bother asking questions. The next day, classes ran by smoothly, and after school, Aizawa assessed everything Izuku and Shinsou could do, including fighting offense and defense, as well as stamina and flexibility, and a few other things. It turns out that Shinsou enjoys bicycling, doing it almost every weekend, and the fact that most of the cases Izuku gets has him running around Musutafu for hours, means that they're both relatively healthy, taking away from the fact that a lot of Izuku's dinners are fast food.
Aizawa made a list containing the types of foods and meals that the boys should be eating, along with a list of some exercises they could do on their own (which was also accompanied with a stern, "Don't overdo it, or a pulled muscle will be the least of your worries."). Izuku luckily had enough money to spend on groceries, and every night, he would do the listed exercises before showering and going to bed. Unfortunately, for him, he had returned Ren to his owner, so he was back to being alone, but the impulsive idea of adopting a cat kept circulating in his mind.
The first week of training was full of soreness and bruises, due to the fact that neither Izuku, nor Shinsou, ever really exercise on a normal basis and that they have never taken a self-defense class. Aizawa focused on stamina and flexibility; he made them stretch, run, and many other things that made Izuku groan as he massaged his aching muscles at night. A memorable moment Izuku had was when Aizawa scolded him for not resting enough.
Izuku pants as he bends over, placing his hands on his knees. He brings one hand to rub at his face, wetting it with the sweat that dripped down his face. Shinsou had to leave a bit early, saying something about his father coming home after a long while.
"Midoriya." Izuku looks up at Aizawa with a grimace. "How much rest have you been getting?"
Izuku straightens, taking in a deep breath before exhaling, "Con... sidering the fact that you're using that tone of voice with me, not enough."
"Correct. Did you forget about what I said?"
"No," Izuku quickly answers, shaking his head. "Unfortunately, I don't have a schedule that allows me to get that much rest." Then he simple adds, "I have a part-time job." Aizawa crosses his arms, and Izuku continues. "I work every shift I can, unless my co-workers force me to take a break. I need the money..." He takes another deep breath, reaching a hand back to take down his curly hair. "My foster guardians... the other kids... we need the money." He ruffles his hair, sighing. "Sleep doesn't come easy either."
Aizawa closes his eyes, breathing out. "Let's work this out then."
So they talked and planned, and in the end, Izuku was able to get more rest. Izuku was able to get some of his shifts covered, and his diet was adjusted to help him get even just a bit more sleep. It was the first time Izuku had felt like his teacher cared about him.
The second week was full of soreness and bruises. They didn't have much time left, but Aizawa taught them what he could. They kept up with the exercises they started the week before, adding harder self-defense lessons with them. Luckily, both Izuku and Shinsou are fast learners, so by the end of the week, they knew weak-points and how to at least punch well.
On their last day of training, Aizawa stopped them before they left.
"Shinsou, don't bother coming tomorrow. I want the both of you to get all the rest you can."
Shinsou nods, wiping his face with the bottom of his shirt. "Got it."
Izuku grunts, "'Kay," and continues to finish up his cool-down stretches.
"You both are at a disadvantage." Izuku stops stretching and stands straight, looking at the teacher. Shinsou's expression is flat, but there is an obvious bitterness shining within. "You," Aizawa angles his head towards Shinsou, "have a mental quirk, and you," he angles his head at Izuku, "have no quirk at all. Both cases are not ideal for the Sports Festival, along with the fact that you two have only had two weeks of training, while both hero courses have been training since the first week of school. You may not get far, much less win, but you tried. That is what's going to matter when I bring it up to the school board of teachers for a suggestion of a transfer." Izuku's eyes widen, and Shinsou sucks in a sharp inhale.
"Transfer?" Shinsou's voice is small and breathy, on the brink of hopeful.
"The heroics entrance exam is irrational. It's biased towards physical quirks, leaving those with mental quirks, or none at all, stuck in general education. Life's unfair, but the choice to have potential students fight against robots isn't something that life controls." Aizawa's brow pinch in resigned disapproval, and his frown deepens. "The educational board decides to waste money on expensive targets rather than considering another way to test whether or not a student should be in heroics. That's their choice, and it's wasting potential."
"So," Shinsou swallows, "the-there's a chance that..."
"I can't promise anything, but there is a chance of transferral." Aizawa closes his eyes, sighing, before opening them once again. "Shinsou, you can leave. I need to have a private discussion with Midoriya."
Shinsou takes a moment, but he nods and moves to grab his bag that was left to the side. He leaves the training room, heading to the locker room. Izuku blinks at Aizawa, an eyebrow rising in confusion and curiosity.
"I think you should reconsider your decision of not becoming a Pro-Hero."
Izuku looks on in surprise, slowly taking in what Aizawa said. Then his expression dims, his eyes dimming to a dark color, and the corner of his lips turned downward into a small frown. "What?"
"A quirk is not needed to become a Hero." Aizawa simply states. "Midoriya, you are smart and a quick learner. That notebook you left with Shinsou when we worked solo on Saturday... while it needs some work, it was full of great quirk analysis."
Izuku had tested Shinsou with his quirk during lunch, seeing how long he could control one person, eventually persuading random people to let Shinsou control to see how many he could do at a time, and finding out what drawbacks there were. He even wrote down ways Shinsou could improve his quirk use and other possible theories with the usage. He lent it to Shinsou so he and Aizawa could use it when working on Saturday.
"With that, and with more training, you could be an underground hero. I fight quirkless," Aizawa continues, "my quirk only works two-thirds at a time, but I use support equipment."
Izuku cuts in before he can carry on, "Y'know how they say... 'never try to meet your heroes?'" He closes his eyes, letting out a humorless huff of air. "Mine, former, told me the exact opposite. Told me to be realistic." He takes down his hair, and gives Aizawa a bitter smile. "Thank you for thinking I could be what I wanted to be since a kid, but... I don't want to be a Hero anymore. I don't know what I'll be in the future. I do know that I won't be a Pro-Hero." He averts his eyes, not wanting to see Aizawa's expression. He inhales and takes a step back. "Thank you. I think I'll be going now."
Izuku gives a quick nod before moving away, heading over to his yellow bag. He grabs the strap of it and swings it on to his back, already going to the door and opening it. He leaves, going down the hallway to the locker room. When he enters, Shinsou is already gone, most likely on his way home. He ignores how his eyes sting, how his cheeks now seem wet.
That night, when he laid in bed, hair still wet from his shower, he couldn't get Aizawa's words out of his head.
14.3 pages · 5000 words
July 21, 2020
Man this took way longer than it should've. I am so sorry that it's been like two months since I posted. I have no idea how that happened or why it took so long. After one month, I realized I hadn't posted by then, and then it took another month to finish the less than 1000 words I had. Luckily, it turned into 5000 words, which I hope is a great humble offering.
I hope everyone has been good, both with physical and mental health. Remember, it's okay to stay off social media for a while; everything that's happening in the world isn't really good, and sometimes you need to take a break from it. Paint something, draw fanart (winkwonk), maybe write something, or just any hobby you find joy in. Mentioning fanart, I meant to finish up something I drew when I started writing this chapter, the scene with Ren, but I haven't finished it yet. I did a sketch on paper, and now I'm doing it digitally, which is taking a bit (lack of motivation, procrastination, and all other excuses), but hopefully I'll finish it soon so I can show it to you.
Feel free to make any art you want, even ask me for details if you need them. I don't mind, and would love to see some fanart, but you can stick to reading if that's more your style lol.
Random mention, there's this fanfic I loved reading: Gomen'nasai, on AO3. I'll leave the summary because I suck at summarizing things.
"Are we done, yet?" He whispers.
The older male's eyes squint. "What?"
The freckled boy lets his eyes connect with the red eyed gaze, a weary smile stretching on his childish face.
"Are we done yet, Tenko?"
I realize it isn't really a summary, but trust me, it's a good fic!
Moving on, I wanna address something you may or may not notice. When I writing I alternate between hero and Hero, and there's a reason. Normally, you wouldn't capitalize professions, but in this, I feel it's important to specify that being a Pro-Hero is a job, while being a hero is a choice. I feel it's important to state this considering the type of world BNHA is, "hero vs. villain."
Just a random something.
Welp, I can't think of anything else to tell you guys, so bye!
