Did y'all know female rabbits never leave heat? The future lemon potential writes itself honestly...
Disclaimer: I do not own My Hero Academia.
"Now, I'm sure y'all're very busy and focused on your training for the Sports Festival." The class was standing in Gym Gamma, all of 1-a lined up in their P.E uniforms. "But, that don't mean we can't do a little bit of trainin'."
The accented voice of Snipe was the sole one in the large gym, standing before the class with Aizawa beside him. Said man was stiff in his castings and seemed irritated to be there.
"So, we're gonna give y'all some accuracy trainin' sound good?"
"What about those of us who do not need accuracy training, Snipe-sensei?" Iida questioned, hand gesturing to both himself and others that relied more on their physical traits than any aim.
"Well, think of it as reaction trainin'." The man replied, hands resting on his buckle as he stared at them. "All Heroes gotta react quick, those too slow to the draw are those too slow to the save."
"Captains are Yaoyorozu and Todoroki, figure it out. You're playing Dodgeball." Aizawa rumbled, already moving back to the side of the large gym. The two students stepped away from the class, Yaoyorozu's fingers clasped, visibly nervous.
Todoroki stared at her, clearly expecting her to go first.
"Thank you, Todoroki-san. Midoriya-san." She chose, the viridescent-haired boy walking to her side.
"Oi. Half n Half." Bakugo growled. Teal eyes met beady red.
"Bakugō." The silent boy said simply, the ash blonde grunting as he stood beside the recommendation student.
"Uraraka-san." The brunette smiled at the vice president, making her way there. Todoroki stared at the class for a long moments, eyes roving over them all.
"Iida." The tall engine boy stood beside Todoroki, Yaoyorozu glancing over the students.
"Ojiro-san." The tailed boy sidled up beside her. For the next several minutes, the picks continued as such. Slowly chipping away at the class until it was bisected between the two captains.
"Alright, look here." They turned their attention to Snipe, the man now holding a rubber ball. "These're special quirk balls, like the ones y'all threw for your Apprehension Test. You can use your quirks however you want, if the ball hits you then hits the floor you're out.
"Catch it, you're still in and you get an out teammate in. If it bounces off the floor, you're in. Any more questions?" None asked. "Good, Yaoyorozu you and your sort can go on over there." He gestured to the far side of the gym.
The floor in the middle split, red balls emerging in a long line.
"Cross that line you're out. Remember, I say you're out then you're out. I don't want no lip. Good?" The class nodded. "Alrighty, let's Dodge. BALL!" With a bang of his gun into the air, the class burst into motion.
"DEKU!" Bakugō roared, popping and cracking as he raced to the line of balls. Iida was a few micro seconds behind and Izuku was matching them with Float. Iida got there first, tossing balls over his shoulder as Izuku got there a spare moment later.
Izuku punted the first ball he saw, slamming it into Iida's shoulder. The viridescent-haired boy ducked down, racing left down the line as he snapped balls to his side. An explosion rocketed and a ball whizzed past Izuku's ear, bouncing against the wall and slamming into the ceiling.
"Stay still Nerd!" Bakugō roared, throwing another ball as Izuku flew up just in time. Before anyone could do anything, a massive wall of ice flew up between them, bisecting the two areas.
Yaoyorozu made a ball launcher, it started whizzing to life just as the ice cracked. Four small holes formed in the wall's exterior and out shot balls, catching Asui and Sero off guard in the stomach.
"Ashido-san, could you please?" The pinkette grinned, dashing forward.
"Course Yaomo!" The girl then spat a stream of acid, the corrosive liquid quickly and easily melting through the ice. The girl was snagged out of the way just in time by Midoriya as three balls blasted through where she'd been standing.
"My hero." Ashido swooned, a teasing grin on her face. Midoriya blushed slightly, slowly setting her down. He bent down, scooping up a ball as his arm thrummed. He launched the ball through the fresh gap, slamming into a brace of ice.
Ojiro slapped a ball through with his tail, catching Kōda right in the sternum and sending him out.
"What is this shitty performance! If we lose this match, I'll kill you all myself!" Bakugō threatened, teeth gnashed together as he launched a ball. A small explosion followed it, propelling the ball forward so hard that it knocked Kaminari to his knees.
That was followed up by another barrage sent out by Shōji, strong arms rocketing the ball forward. It was slapped aside by a shield that Yaoyorozu wielded, Midoriya flying down and pegging Shōji with a ball to the chest.
"DIE!" Bakugō got a running start to this throw, entire form cracking and popping as he let loose the ball. A deafening explosion ensued, creating a cloud of smoke and ash from the sheer power behind the blast.
A trail of smoke shot out of the cloud, a crack sounding against the far wall. The smoke peeled away to reveal Midoriya, pained in a grimace with red stinging skin. In his arms was the dodgeball that Bakugō had launched, still smoking.
"Tch." Bakugo scoffed, glaring at his childhood friend as he backpedaled. The remainder of the ice wall cracked and fell to nothing, now lying in small heaps on the ground. Satō ate a small sugar cube, body bulging with strength.
He stomped forward, launching the small rubber ball and hurling it through the air. It made a slight whistling noise before slamming into Bakugō's chest with a loud boing. The ash blonde growled in pain, the ball held between his red arms.
"Ninja Bastard! Get your ass in here!" Bakugō threw the ball away, it blowing through the air and slamming into Satō's shoulder. The large boy grimaced, making to the side as Izuku flew into the scene.
The boy flung the ball, it carving a path for Todoroki. Todoroki stared it down easily as Shōji stepped into the path, large netted arms catching it easily after having just got back in.
"Iida-san!" A small mouth formed on the boy's appendage as the ball was tossed lightly into the air. Iida burst from the back of the room, using his impressive speed.
He blitzed through the air, foot slamming into the ball so powerfully that the rubber bent around the foot. The air became displaced as the ball was launched away, slamming into Yaoyorozu's shield.
The girl winced at the pain in her arm from blocking the ball, her momentary distraction taken advantage of as a ball slammed into her toes. Her face drew into a morose frown, handing her shield to Midoriya before making her way out.
The team of Yaoyorozu was now only four strong; Uraraka, Midoriya, Ashido and Ojiro staring at the near full team of Todoroki.
"Take it, Pinky!" Bakugō bellowed, ball matching his declaration. Midoriya flew through the air, intercepting the ball with the shield. "Shitty GLASSES!" A ball rocketed through the air, slamming into Ashido's leg as the girl gave a yelp.
A wall of ice shot forward, cutting Midoriya off from the other two. The green-eyed boy gasped, slamming into the wall as it cracked.
A ball flung through the air, catching Uraraka in the shoulder and taking her out easily. Ojiro launched that same ball back only for Shōji to catch it, bringing in their sole out player.
"DIE!" Bakugō threw his own ball, slamming into Ojiro's stomach. The blonde boy tried to catch it but it simply blew back through his arms, bouncing to the floor. The boy frowned, glum as he went to the out line.
The ice wall went down, only Midoriya remaining as he floated in the air.
"Deku." Bakugo growled, clenching a ball as he glared up at the boy. Tokoyami threw a ball, followed by Todoroki and Bakugō.
It was Izuku against the barrage!
"Sounds truly terrifying." Rumi remarked, reclined on her couch as Izuku reclined in the armchair not far away.
"It was, explosions were blasting, ice was flying, shadows were creeping!" Izuku declared, arms wide as she snorted.
"Ever thought about being a poet?" The woman asked dryly, Izuku shrugged.
"What if I had? How bad would you feel for making fun of me?" He questioned, a quirked brow at the woman who stared at him with a small smirk.
"Not at all." He clutched his heart in faux pain as she sat up. "You're such a baby."
"And you're such a Bunny." He shot back, the woman frowning.
"Not cool. I'm a Rabbit." He grinned moreso as her frown became more pronounced.
"Okay. Bunny." She growled.
"You're asking for it Kid." Izuku's grin reached a new peak of sharpness as he tensed slightly.
"Kay, Bunny Hero." She launched herself over the coffee table between them, the boy ducking out of the chair just in time as she knocked it over. He laughed as he ran to the side, stopping on one end of the kitchen island.
"Just accept your fate Kid." Despite her words, there was a grin on her face that matched Izuku's own.
"As soon as you accept that you're a Bunny." She gave a growl in her throat, running around one side of the island as he mimicked her movement. She threw herself over the island, and tackled air as he ducked.
The boy ran away, down the hall and trying to clear space. He gave a yelp as he slipped in his socks, sprawling with a thud as his back went to the wall.
She grinned, slowly walking up to him.
"Rumi-chan, we can talk about this." His eyes darted this way and that, desperately looking for an out.
"Oh, so it's Rumi-chan now? I thought it was Bunny?" She questioned, fingers poised in claw positions as she slowly advanced on him.
"It was all a joke, just jokes." She made a hum in her throat, sounding as though she didn't believe him.
"So, the little Joker doesn't want Rumi's big bad punishment?" She questioned, now practically looming over him.
"Not really?" Both were dressed casually, both in shorts and t-shirts. Though, Rumi's shorts were short-short's and not baggy cargo's.
"I guess that's okay." She agreed, Izuku's eyes widening. "NOT!" She slammed down, landing on his stomach as he groaned. She cackled above him, grinning down at the viridescent-haired youth.
"Do your worst!" He resigned himself to his fate, staring her down defiantly as she grinned.
"Oh, I didn't think you'd give up so easily. So boring." She was remiss as she sighed, clear disappointment on her face. His brow furrowed at her words. "Oh well, I guess you're just that weak."
"Nuh uh." He denied petulantly, the woman grinning as red eyes gleamed.
"Fine, whoever loses is the other's slave!" Her hands darted forward at the same time his did. His reach being longer than hers made it easy for him to grab her around the waist, tossing her off him just in time.
She landed easily and burst forward just in time as he stood up. He caught her foot and pushed it away, only able to do so since she wasn't putting any real power behind it. She grinned, now doing a vertical split.
She leaned forward, Izuku becoming paralyzed as she leaned in close with soft eyes. He became entirely still as she kissed his cheek, fingers ticking his neck. She pulled back, laughing at him.
"I won. Go get me some celery." He was left standing there in surprise as she wandered back into the living room, plopping down onto the couch as she pulled out her phone.
He was still staring at her even as he heard the telltale sound of that same game she always plays, one of a rabbit running between obstacles.
"Well? The celery won't get itself." That snapped him out of his state as he fumbled to form words. "Got something to say?" She grinned at him even as he found his words.
"You just... GAH!" She laughed at his frustration, tapping at the phone.
"I just used the factory reset button on ya, that's all." Her grin was taunting as he practically had an aneurism. He finally let out a groan of irritation and confusion as he made his way to the kitchen.
"Is this what that intern thing is?"
"Maybe. Depends on if you can prove yourself above Celery Boy by then." He pouted as he walked back, a plate of celery in hand. "What are you doing? Get the peanut butter! I'm not some type of psychopath."
He sighed again, turning around. The boy took the jar off the counter, making his way back to the living room. He sat on the other end of the couch, easing the plate onto the table just as she yawned. She moved, flopping back down on the couch.
But this time, her head was in his lap while the rest of her was laid over the couch.
"You're not a bad pillow." She remarked, grinning at his wide eyes before opening her mouth. "Celery me." He shook his head in disbelief, reaching to the side table to dip a stick in the jar.
He took it out, slowly dangling it into her mouth. She leaned forward, biting off almost half the stick as he sat there, surprised by the sheer amount.
Her eyes widened as she made a visible show of chewing. He rolled his eyes, flipping the stick to dip it into the jar.
"Yeah, yeah; not so much peanut butter." Rumi smacked her lips audibly as he spoke, making a dramatic show of chewing.
"I feel lie I'm shewing a foon of feenut bubber!" Her words were off as he glowered at her. "Ah." She opened her mouth, showing him the contents as he scrunched his face.
"Aren't you supposed to be the responsible one?" He asked as she grinned, once more opening her mouth as though taunting him. He pressed her chin shut, the woman pouting and making a show of swallowing. "I get it, I get it."
She shuddered after the fact, still smacking her lips together.
"I guess I can't even trust you as my Celery Boy." She remarked, tongue slipping out to run over front teeth. "Alright, attempt number two!"
He slowly lowered the remainder of the celery, her teeth clamping down as he barely pulled his fingers away.
"Could you not bite off my fingers?" He asked, wiping off said fingers on his shirt.
"Better." She ignored his request, nodding at the more even proportions. "We might just be able to make something of you yet." He scowled, bouncing his knee up. The woman was jostled, bouncing back down as she glowered at him.
"Oops." He smirked in the face of her scowl. "Ah!" She slammed her head into his stomach, the boy's face twisted in pain as he hunched forward.
"Oops." She mocked, the boy's face a few sparse inches from her own. He scowled at her smug smile. His hand snuck by, snagging her phone from her hands and holding it high out of her reach.
She reached up but it was out of her reach, the woman frowning and sitting up. Izuku's other hand snaked around, grabbing her shoulder and pulling her down.
"Phone."
"No." She scowled further at his denial.
"That's not the right answer." He shrugged. "Be a good slave and hand me my phone."
"Be a good girl and you'll get it back." She gave him a dry glare.
"Funny. Fine." She pushed up, sitting up and touching the edge of the cell. His free arm wormed around her waist, pulling her flush away from it.
"I can come back later?" The two turned to the red-haired woman who just walked in through the door, grocery bags in her hand.
"He's being a bad slave!" Rumi whined, trying to grab the phone once more only for Izuku to hold it behind him. This then resulted in the woman attempting to climb over him, Izuku's arm pinning her against himself to keep her still.
"So, decided to actually get in a relationship hm?" Both turned to the disappearing back of the red-haired woman, blinking owlishly. They slowly turned back to each other. Izuku's eyes widened, blushing slightly as Rumi scoffed.
"You're too desperate for us to get together. Go get yourself with someone." Rumi barked, the red-haired woman walking back in with a head tilt.
"Maybe I will." She ran a hand through her hair, settling onto the couch practically against Izuku. "So, Midoriya-san are you free tomorrow night?"
Izuku's mouth stopped working as he simply blinked at the woman.
"Uh, I might-" He was promptly slapped in the back of the head.
"Don't answer that! He's not!" Rumi ordered, red eyes narrowed at the red-haired woman who simply smiled innocently.
"Why'd you hit me?" He whined, rubbing the back of his head.
"She was flirting with you, you were going to respond." Rumi growled, as though explaining it to someone who hadn't been there.
"I was gonna say I might have plans you crazy Rabbit!" Izuku crowed, the woman narrowing her eyes at him. She darted forward, trying to catch him off guard as she tried to get her phone.
Tried being the key word as Izuku grabbed her by the back of her pants, holding her back. She put a hand in his face, trying to use it as leverage even as he groaned.
His mouth opened, nipping at the finger tip in reach as she jerked her hand back.
"Rata-san, catch!" The red-haired woman barely caught the phone, blinking as she was suddenly bequeathed with the responsibility. Rumi snatched the phone, slipping into the spot between the two with a broad grin.
"Hah! Suck it." She did her best to elbow Izuku in the side even as he grabbed the arm, pushing it away the best he could.
"Rata-san, you were supposed to keep it away from her." Akamine shrugged, looking tired as she reclined on the couch.
"I decline." She said simply, ignoring the two as she tried to relax. Izuku huffed, watching Rumi play the game. The little bunny she was controlling hopped over a rolling log.
"What's the point of this game?" He questioned, slumped slightly as she shrugged against him. Neither seemed to notice they were leant against one another.
"Run." He rose a brow.
"Is that it? Don't all games have like a victory or something?"
"Not this one." Izuku hummed, slowly sinking into the couch as his feet propped on the coffee table. He slowly lowered to her own slouched height, watching the small screen as his energy sapped away.
"You died." He muttered, her having already started a new run.
"Thanks Peanut Gallery." He hummed.
"You're welcome. So, what's this game called?" She mumbled an answer, Izuku's eye swiveling to try and meet her own. "What? I didn't hear you."
"Clean out your ears then." She didn't miss a beat as she kept playing her game, double tapping over a large mech.
"C'mon, Rumi-chan. Just say." He poked her side lightly, the woman groaning audibly even though her mouth remained closed.
"Bunny Hoppers." She whispered, like it was taboo to say. His lips pulled into a teasing grin as he looked at her, the woman pointedly looking at her phone. "I don't wanna hear it."
"Okay, so long as you know you're a hypocrite." His head slowly eased onto her shoulder, the teen watching as she didn't even pause her game. "Kacchan's really good at those things."
"What, games?"
"Video games. He sucks at board games."
"Board games are for nerds." Izuku snorted softly, musing at the familiar words.
"You two would probably get along." She hummed.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah, you're both loud, hot-headed, you're-" Her finger pushed against his lips, her eyes narrowed at him. "Shutting up."
"Good slave." He bonked his head against hers lightly at the pronoun, the woman chuckling as he settled on her shoulder. "Got a problem?"
"No, you're very warm." He mumbled, enunciating that with burying his face into the crook of her neck. She spared him a glance but said nothing.
"What, getting soft on me Kid?"
"A bit." He admitted, not looking up as he blushed.
"Well... you've gotta share pillow duty." She promptly leaned her head atop his own, Izuku smiling even as a long white bang fell in front of his face.
"Of course, Rumi-chan."
"So, what's it like having multiple quirks?"
Izuku looked up from his meal, the pupiless eyes of Mirio staring back.
"What's it like being able to go through walls?" The viridescent-eyed youth returned.
"Overrated and a bit terrifying. What's it like flying?" Izuku frowned.
"Overrated and a bit terrifying." Mirio gave a belly laugh at the returned phrase, smile all teeth.
"Well, I'm sure it can be more than a bit fun. Nejire always calls it very epic." Izuku scratched his cheek, noting the absence of the other two. "Ah, Nejire decided to take Tamaki to the dorm kitchen."
Izuku hummed in response, looking at the rather empty cafeteria of U.A. Most decided to just go back to their own kitchens since their preferred food was there, sans Mirio and Izuku as well as a handful or so of other students.
"So, looking forward to the Sports Festival?" Izuku asked, the strong blonde grinning brightly.
"Of course, I'll be able to keep up my flawless record! Three Sports Festivals, three Sports Festivals won!" Izuku blinked.
"You've won the past two years?"
"Of course," Mirio pat his bicep. "Why do you think Nejire said I was probably the strongest?" Izuku blanched slightly as he poked at his robata.
"I thought she was joking." The smaller boy muttered, someone sedated as he realized how weak his words truly were.
"Hah, nope! I've got the power to save a million!" Mirio struck an odd pose as Izuku hummed, slowly chewing some steak. "So, what's your hero name?"
"My hero name?" Izuku said slowly, as though disbelieving as he thought on it.
"Yeah, mine was first Miriota! But now, it's Lemillion and it's way better." Izuku absentmindedly twiddled a chopstick between his fingers as he thought. "Well, you don't wanna rush it-"
"No, I've got it." Izuku smiled as he met Mirio's eye. "The Viridian Hero: Divinium." Mirio stared at him.
"Neat." Mirio promptly threw down an entire glass of black tea. "Wanna go spar?" Izuku perked up.
"Yes, one second-"
"Now, now. Surely I misheard?" The two glanced down, their principal himself walking out from under the table.
"Principal Nezu!" Izuku squeaked, eyes wide as the furred principal smiled.
"How long were you even under there Principal-san?" Mirio questioned, staring at the principal warily.
"That's irrelevant." The large rodent gave them a strange grin. "Surely, any physical altercations can be held off until the Sports Festival, correct?"
"Correct."
"Correct." Both muttered, the principal nodding approvingly.
"I'd really rather not be forced to take action against some of our brightest students. Well, enjoy your lunch!" With that, the principal walked away simply. Three long seconds of silence hung over the two boys.
"He must have been there for over twenty minutes." Izuku whispered in disbelief.
"Maybe he uses the vent system?" Mirio proposed, resting his chin on a gnarled fist. "Like a mouse, just scuttling about." The teen's fingers waggled as though to represent the principal scuttling.
"Maybe. But, wouldn't-"
"Midoriya-kun!" The green-eyed boy was roughly pushed aside, Ashido in his place as she grinned brightly. "Hi Senpai. Izuku~ Could you take me to the roof?" He blinked at her.
"Why do you need to go on the roof?" She shrugged.
"I've never been there. So?" She clasped her hands together with a lip jutting out. He gave her a dry look.
"I'm not a plane." She pouted.
"I bet you fly Miruko places." He blinked.
"Not really, she just hops." Mina shrugged, still smiling.
"So, how's Miruko?" He furrowed his brow.
"She's good?" Mina hummed.
"She's good in bed?" Izuku blushed slightly, palming his face. "I'm just teasing, just jokes Izuku." She pat his shoulder as though to dispel her words. "Hi Senpai!"
"Hey!" Mirio greeted, same curled smile on his face.
"So, what's your name Senpai?" Mina leaned against the table, smiling at the blonde across from her.
"Tōgata Mirio. And yours?" Izuku groaned as they started speaking, subtly floating away and they didn't even notice. He fell to the ground with a clack, walking down the long hall.
The Midoriya had barely made it ten feet before he was cut off by a panting girl in a nurse uniform, blinking at the sight of her.
"Midoriya-san... Recovery Girl needs you." Izuku furrowed his brow, the odd request catching him more than a little bit off. "Now!"
"Okay!" He yelped, hurrying off down the hall. It was a quick sprint that brought him to the closed door of Recovery Girl. He knocked twice. "Excuse the-"
"Get in here boy!" He gulped, easing himself past the door and stilling at the sight within. "Shut that door!"
He slowly did such, not tearing his eyes away from the sight on the couch.
The Pro Hero Miruko, an two foot pole of rebar impaled through her thigh.
"Don't you start crying on me." The woman growled, clearly in pain as one hand fisted the cushion beneath her.
"You two can do your-"
"WHY AREN'T YOU IN A HOSPITAL?" Izuku exploded, eyes wide and his hands fisted in his own hair. The white-haired woman scoffed, seeming far too at ease about the large piece of metal in her leg.
"Then the public loses faith in me and I go way down in rankings. Besides, Recovery Girl here can patch me up just fine." The aged woman huffed at the statement.
"You psychopaths are too reliant on an old woman with a foot out the door." The nurse grumbled. "You, Midoriya. Stand here."
He slowly made his way to the spot beside the leg, the booted foot on a chair to keep it level. He met her eye, green clashing with red.
"Are you okay?" She waved him off.
"Course I am." He frowned.
"Now, Midoriya. Take this." Recovery Girl handed him a bottle of sterilized alcohol. "You." The short nurse turned, a leather strap in hand. "Bite." Rumi did so begrudgingly, clamping down on the strap.
"What exactly am I here for?" Izuku questioned fearfully, staring at the rod.
"You're taking this out." Recovery Girl said simply.
"WHY ME?!" He shouted, he was then promptly hit in the shoulder.
"Stop being a Priss, it's fine." He glared at the white-haired woman who simply bit back down on the strap.
"You're the one student I know she won't kill for doing it. So, give me that." He handed her back the alcohol. "Now, on five. You are going to pull that out." Izuku gulped, clearly not wanting to partake in this.
He turned at the grunt, Rumi giving him a thumbs up. He returned it with a deep breath, focusing on the rebar.
"Alright. A nice, clean, straight motion." Recovery Girl did the action in thin air, as though pulling out the bar. "Now, One." Izuku gulped. "Two." He slowly grasped the bar. "Three."
The bottle of alcohol started splurging on the wound, Rumi groaning in clear pain.
"Four." The pour stop. "Five!" Izuku pulled hard, wincing at the scream from Rumi as the long pole came out with a disgusting noise.
Recovery Girl promptly kissed Rumi's leg, the muscles and ligaments mending before their eyes as the flesh began to heal over. It was as though nothing had happened.
"Give that here." Izuku slowly handed Recovery Girl the rebar, the short woman hobbling away. "Okay, now you can have your relationship squabble!"
"See? Good as new!" Rumi declared with a grin, kissing the spot that had been a gaping hole just a moment ago. Izuku promptly gave a shuddering breath. "You should ease up, she's super good at this kinda thing."
"That doesn't mean I don't have to worry!" He barked, fisting his own hair as he gave deep breaths. Rumi stared at him with a pensive expression. "What even happened?"
"Tch, some prick was just doing a bit of a robbery and I almost got 'em. Then, prick made the ground under me blow up. I got out of it fine 'cept for that." She grumbled.
"So, you are okay right?" She raised a brow, pausing at the clear worry in his eyes.
"I've had over a dozen things like this happen before." He whined at the words.
"That doesn't make me feel better." He mumbled.
"Should I start asking you about your every wound? Like that big ass burn mark on your back." He winced at the mention, idly reaching behind him to rub the large burn from when he fought his father.
"That's different."
"Our," She threw up air quotes. "Relationship is a two-way street Bub." He sighed, reaching up to rub at his neck. "So, unless you wanna start spilling then I'm not."
He rubbed at an eye, clearly distressed. He slid into the seat her foot had been occupying, fingers fiddling.
"Sorry. I just... I'm just tired of seeing people I care about getting injured." She shrugged at his words.
"Should date a pencil pusher then." He smiled softly, scratching a hand through his hair.
"I guess I just thought that since you were so strong, you didn't really get hurt." She rolled her eyes. "Sorry for freaking out, Rumi-chan."
"I'll make it even by flipping out on you for getting hurt at the Festival." He snorted, meeting her own grin with his own.
"Well, I'll try not to get injured then." She hummed.
"That'd be pretty impressive." His eyes widened even as she smirked. "Well, if you won it too, of course."
"That would impress you?" She snorted at the question, flicking him in the forehead.
"You're like a little puppy for attention, ya know that?" He gave a small smile. "But yeah, that'd impress me."
"I'll for sure not get injured then."
"Oh good, you're both decent." Recovery Girl made her reappearance easily, giving the two a wary look. "Neither of you are hurt, what're you doing littering around my office?"
"Thanks again Baba!" Rumi shot to her feet, snickering as she dodged the thrown syringe. "Later Kid!"
Izuku slowly rose, groaning as his neck popped.
"Someone didn't sleep right." He gave an absentminded nod at the remark, remembering waking up on Rumi's shoulder and not being able to sleep off the kink in his own bed. Still, it was worth it in his eyes.
"Ah good, Young Midoriya." The boy blinked at the sight of his mentor, the man's gaunt form shadowed in the door. "Come with me."
"Thank you, Recovery Girl." The woman gave a hurried wave over the shoulder, the Midoriya and blonde leaving easily. "Where are we going, Yagi-san?" Izuku twitched at using the man's true last name.
"Just a private place." True to his word, the man opened a door to their right just a few doors away from the nurse's office. It seemed to be a somewhat spacious conference room. "How are you enjoying your dorms?"
"It's good, Kirishima cooks really well." Yagi hummed at the information, easing himself into a couch as Izuku did the same across from him.
"That's good, did you get my gift?" The man gave a thin shadow of a smile at the question, Izuku blushing slightly as he scratched his cheek.
"Yes. And everyone saw it." The man gave a dry laugh, rubbing at his chest.
"A bit of embarrassment never hurt anyone." Izuku pouted at the advice. "However, I did not ask you to come here for simple small talk. You are aware that the Sports Festival is coming up, correct?"
"Of course." The gaunt man nodded, sitting up.
"I must ask something of you, Young Midoriya." Izuku gulped, straightening in his seat. "The U.S.J was a horrible incident and U.A has managed to stall the questions and concerns, but it will not last forever."
Izuku frowned, knowing that faith in the prestigious academy was slowly being lost.
"So, during this Sports Festival. I need you to prove that All Might is not the only one who can be a Symbol of Peace." Izuku stilled. "During this Sports Festival, I must ask you to show yourself. To declare that you are here, that U.A is not weak."
"That heroes are still coming." All Might nodded.
"Yes, I must ask you to become a hero." Izuku blinked.
"But, I'm already becoming a hero." All Might shook his head.
"Do I act like All Might?" Izuku's brow furrowed. "And does All Might act like Yagi Toshinori?"
"Not. Exactly..."
"And does Miruko act like Miss Usagiyama? Or does Usagiyama-san act like Miruko?" Izuku thought back on the woman he'd slept on as opposed to the woman who'd been impaled with a smile.
"No." All Might nodded.
"Something that most Pro Heroes learn far too late; they cannot have their Hero personality and personal personality mix. It is fine to be yourself, but a Hero is supposed to be flawless." Izuku nodded slowly at the words.
"But, I'm not sure I know what you want of me All Might." The boy confessed, All Might humming slowly.
"I believe Midoriya Izuku can be my successor. He has the will, the drive, and now the power." Izuku ducked slightly at the praise. "But, a successor of All Might cannot be shy like that."
Izuku's eyes widened.
"When you save people, are you going to shy away from praise? Blush and become nervous?" Izuku frowned. "Midoriya Izuku has those qualities, they are what make him him. But, a hero cannot have these things."
"So, you want me to be different when I am a hero?" All Might shook his head.
"Not just when you are a hero, but in things such as the Sports Festival. You must declare yourself, show that you are worthy to be my successor." Izuku gulped and gave a single nod.
"I'll do my best, All Might." The man frowned.
"I'm afraid, your best isn't what I require Young Midoriya." The boy's mouth parted slightly in shock. "I've gotten a new diagnosis, my new time limit is fifty minutes."
Izuku felt like he'd just been punched in the gut, his eyes wide as he stared at the man before him.
"My time as the Symbol of Peace, is dwindling." The man confessed, hand clenched with his own frustration. "I am loathe to put such a heavy load on your shoulders so soon but, I must ask this of you.
"I must ask you to become the next Symbol of Peace." Izuku felt his heart pound in his own ears at the words, gulping heavily despite his dry throat. "To this end, you must show that you are far above your peers.
"I require you to not only do your best, but to win the Sports Festival. Win it with confidence, flamboyance, and above all; strength."
"Of course, All Might!" The man nodded slowly, taking in his pupil's clenched fist.
"This is where your story begins, Young Midoriya."
Well, I'm just using the blank two week gap as relationship bonding time.