A/N: Hello! Happy Friday! I managed to get this chapter done so quickly! I'm hoping I can keep up with my normal pace. I am pretty happy with this chapter, so I hope you are too. Let me know what you think of the surprise character (surprise because it was also a surprise to me when I wrote it as well LOL). Let me know what you think will happen next? I enjoy hearing your ideas, and sometime incorporate them. You all help. Thank you!

Traditional Twist.

Chapter 20

Everything felt like a dream to Fumikage as he arrived back to the dorm. He made his way to his room. Hawks sat down in the common area, waiting for him to return, dressed. He needed a moment to himself. A moment to process. He received that moment when he unlocked his room door, came inside and flopped onto his bed staring at the ceiling.

Dark Shadow slithered into Fumikage's vision. "It's done. You did it."

"I did," Fumikage said with a frown.

Dark Shadow frowned as well. "Did you expect it to go well?"

"No," Fumikage sighed. "I guess… it just hurts to know that everything I suspected turned out to be correct. Now I just wish I knew if Sora had suspected this as well."

Dark Shadow placed his head against his hosts chest. "Your heart is racing. You need to calm down."

"How can I calm down? I don't even know how to feel. How is Sora going to feel?"

"Hawks may be more correct than we first thought," Dark Shadow said. "Sora isn't here. Can we worry about you for once?"

Fumikage sighed and placed his arm over his eyes. "I'd rather not. I'd rather not talk or do anything right now."

Dark Shadow nudge Fumikage. "You need to get dressed. Get out of this suit."

The teen reluctantly sat up. He walked to his closet and grabbed a plain shirt and loose-fitting jeans. Dark Shadow flew back into his hosts body. There was nothing left for the pair to say. They each felt the dread, anger, and disappointment of the day. Was this the best option, of course. Was it still disheartening to learn just how unloved and unwanted he and Sora really were? Absolutely.

A knock on the door shook Fumikage from his solemn thoughts. He looked at the time on his phone and sighed. It made sense. He had been gone for over thirty minutes. Of course, Hawks would come looking for him. He opened the door. "I'm sorry, I just needed a mom-" Fumikage stopped in middle of his sentence when he realized it was Shoji at the door.

"Fumikage, Hawks asked me to come check on you." The larger teen stood in the doorway.

"Hawks?" Fumikage asked.

"Yes. He said you need to get out after today. He then handed me his card and said we can't come back until six tonight."

Fumikage just stared at Shoji. He wasn't sure what to say or do. His mouth opened. "I um, I apologize. I am not the best company right now."

"I always enjoy any time I get to spend with you," Shoji said softly. "Now get your shoes on. We have permission to leave campus."

It took about twenty minutes but Fumikage now had his shoes on and was walking with Shoji off campus and into town. His eyes were on the ground and his hands were shoved in the large pocket of his sweatshirt. "Where are we going?" He finally managed to ask.

The larger teen made a tentacle into a smiling mouth. "Well, I thought we could go to an arcade. I don't really have an agenda, and Kaminari and Mineta are always talking about this arcade in town."

Fumikage shrugged and followed Shoji into town. The arcade was bright, loud, and energetic. All words which would not describe Fumikage at this current moment. He was making his way through the motions of following Shoji. Following as he purchased tokens and wandered through the arcade to see the variety of games.

Though he did not play any games, Fumikage couldn't help but smile to himself as he watched Shoji dominate on the arcade games. He could have a hand for each button, joystick, lever and more. His coordination was flawless, though his busied hands prevented him from feeling Dark Shadow slip all Fumikage's tokens into his pocket.

Shoji played several games before realizing Fumikage had played none. "Are there any game you want to try?" He asked the bird headed teen.

"Not particularly," Fumikage said over the noise.

Shoji's eyes softened. "Oh. Well, would you like to go somewhere else?"

Fumikage nodded and the pair left the arcade. Back outside Shoji's extended eyes darted around. "Um, there is a soba shop over there. Are you hungry?" Fumikage shrugged in response and the two made their way to the restaurant.

Inside the pair ordered their food. They sat across from each other at the table. Fumikage absentmindedly twirled the straw in his water glass. He was watching the condensation drip from the rim and down the glass.

Shoji nervously tapped his fingers against each other. "I'm sorry the arcade didn't work out."

"It was fine," Fumikage stated.

The air stilled and they sat quietly. Dark Shadow stirred within his master. "You need to talk. You are making this so awkward."

"What am supposed to say? All I can think about this morning." Fumikage took a sip from his water.

"You were enjoying how Shoji was playing those games."

"I was."

"Tell him," Dark Shadow demanded.

Fumikage swallowed his drink and cleared his throat. "You are surprisingly good at those games."

Shoji blushed at the compliment. "Thank you. I used to play games a lot when I was a kid."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I would go to the mall by my house and play these arcade games they had in the food court. It's actually how I practiced being able to do so many different things at once with my hands." Shoji's hands moved about the table.

Their food arrived and Shoji used his hands to form a mouth to eat. Fumikage poked at the noodles with his chopsticks. He took a few bites, mind wandering about the room. Shoji kept an eye on Fumikage as he ate. Not much food was consumed by the smaller teen. Shoji asked Fumikage several times if he wanted something else to eat. Fumikage said it was fine, he just wasn't too hungry.

The pair paid for their meal and left. Shoji wasn't sure what to do. He wasn't sure what conversation to make. Instead he just led Fumikage to a park. They hopped on a trail and walked.

Ten minutes into the walk, Shoji felt Fumikage's hand intertwining with a set of his fingers. He looked down to boy. Fumikage was still looking forward, but his grip tightened around Shoji's fingers.

"Thank you for this," Fumikage said. "I realize I haven't been the best company. I'm not sure what to say."

"Can I ask about how the hearing went?" Shoji asked. "I assumed it would be a celebration since Hawks was so willing to get you out. When you opened the door to your room, you seemed so disheartened."

"I am disheartened," Fumikage admitted. "Things went my way. Sora and I will have Hawks as our new guardian. It hurt though. It hurt to say goodbye to my family. It hurt even more to hear them talk so candidly about how much they had wished they had never had me."

Shoji's mouth dropped in shock. He had not thought about what could possibly be said in the hearing by Fumikage's parents. He squeezed Fumikage's hand. "That must have been very difficult to hear."

Fumikage nodded. "It was. It is more difficult to have suspected that kind of negative feelings my entire life. I realized too late I was walking into the hearing with more optimism then I should have."

An empty park bench came up on their side. Both teens stopped and took a seat, neither removing the other's hand. Fumikage continued to talk. "I guess I always hoped that there was some small amount of desire for myself. At least some sort of desire to have Sora. But what I received was news that I was a mistake."

Shoji used another set of hands to pull Fumikage closer. The bird-headed teen didn't fight. Instead he rested his head on Shoji's large shoulder. Shoji smile. "I don't think you are a mistake."

"Thank you," Fumikage said with a smile. The pair sat in silence watching he rest of par visitors walk by.

After about a half an hour, Shoji checked the time on his phone. "We still have time. Is there something you would like to do?"

Fumikage hummed in thought against Shoji. "There was a mochi stand we passed on the way here."

Shoji smiled. "That sounds great."

They stood up, hand and hand, and made their way to the treat. Fumikage smiled as the watched the men hammer out the dough. He could see the happiness back in Shoji's eyes.

Dark Shadow could feel the happiness in his hosts body. "Your heart has finally stopped racing."

Fumikage agreed. "I'm less worried."

"Is it because you know Shoji doesn't mind you even when you are in a bad mood?" Dark Shadow asked.

Fumikage didn't answer Dark Shadow right away. Instead he watched Shoji take bite into the mochi with a tentacle mouth. The red bean paste inside made the larger teens eyes flash. They met Fumikage's red, and the two shared a moment of bliss before continuing to eat their treats.

While chewing, Fumikage thought of his reply to Dark Shadow. "I'm less worried because I realize that Shoji chose me. He wants to be with me."

"And that makes you happy?" Dark Shadow asked.

Fumikage looked back up at the smiling teen. The one who wanted to spend time with him by choice. Shoji's smiling face brought him ease. "It makes me very happy."

Bakugou wasn't surprised that Sora ordered the largest bowl of ramen possible. Pipsqueak could always eat. The fact that she had had such a small breakfast this morning was going to make her extra hungry. So, he wasn't too shocked when the waiter brought the large bowels over to their table, Sora began to dive right into her food.

"Holy cow! That's a lot of food for a kid," Kirishima commented.

"She's growing," Bakugou said as he uncapped a bright red bottle of hot sauce onto his ramen.

Sora watched him sprinkle the liquid over his dish. "What's that?" She asked swallowing her mouth full.

Bakugou cocked an eyebrow. "Hot sauce." He twirled a noodle with the red liquid on it and place it in the girl's soup spoon. "Try it."

Sora dumped the spoon in her mouth. A variety of expressions crossed her face, but the final one was a smile. "Yummy!"

"You like that?" Bakugou' lip flashed a small smile and he poured the hot sauce into Sora's ramen. The girl nodded and happily ate.

"Dude! You can't put that much hot sauce in! She's only a kid," scolded Kirishima.

"Some people are just happy that she's eating actual food. I'm happy she's eating food with actual flavor." Bakugou shoveled in his own ramen as he stared at Kirishima.

The red head shook his head. "I'm going to the bathroom." He quickly stood up and walked away, leaving Sora and Bakugou to eat.

"He worries about a lot of things," Sora said, taking a break to take a sip of water.

"Yep," Bakugou agreed.

"He acts nervous. Is it because he likes you?" Sora asked.

Bakugou shrugged his shoulders. "Probably."

Kirishima returned and the three finished their meals. After paying they began walking back towards the arena. Bakugou had one of Sora's hands. His eyes were darting around in annoyance as Kirishima filled the air with small talk with Sora. The blonde was about to growl at the two to shut up when something caught his attention from the corner of his eye.

His arm twitched, and Sora flinched as well. "Bakugou?"

"Shh," Bakugou snapped. Bakugou's eyes darted side to side. To his right, he could see a figure creeping along with them. "Kirishima, what time is it?"

"Ah," Kirishima was stunned for a mount when he heard Bakugou say his name. He pulled out his phone to look at the time. "It's half past eleven."

"Tsc," Bakugou paused momentarily as he leaned over and picked up Sora. He pressed the child to his left side. "Keep up, shitty hair." He started to run.

"What?" Kirishima chased after the blonde.

Bakugou began making tight turns around each corner he came across. Whoever was following them, they would either lose them, or he could catch a glimpse and size up their opponent. Kirishima was stupid strong. He wasn't worried about him, and if it had just been the two of them, he would have called out the intruder right away. It wasn't just the two of them though. Fighting head on wasn't going to work.

Bakugou made a hard right and turned his head. He nearly lost his breath when he saw who was following them. The dark hair, the scarred skin, Bakugou knew it was the guy that grabbed him from the League of Villains. His blue eyes met Bakugou's and a smirk crossed his face. He picked up the pace.

"Shit! Move faster!" Bakugou yelled at Kirishima.

Kirishima finally caught on that something was wrong. He checked behind him! "Shit! It's that guy from the summer camp!"

"I know! Keep moving!" Bakugou cut through down the street. He turned right and they froze. "Shit!" They were at a dead end.

"Looks like you trapped yourselves," the scarred villain said.

Bakugou growled. Kirishima hardened his arms and hands and stood back to back with Bakugou. Sora tightened her grip around Bakugou's neck. Her body began to shake as she stared at the terrifying villain.

Bakugou braced Sora with his left hand, readjusting his feet to have her between himself and Kirishima. He stuck up his right palm. "Back off, or I'll blow you to pieces!"

"I don't really think explosives will hurt me too much," the villain said, igniting a blue flame in his hand.

"What do you want?" Bakugou barked.

"I'm a bit of a family man," the villain explained. "It appears that you are too." He pointed at Sora. If you hand me that kid nothing bad will happen."

"Fuck you!" Bakugou yelled.

Kirishima leaned back. "Dude, we are going to need to fight."

"What's the time?" Bakugou asked Kirishima.

"Time? Are you serious?" Kirishima was shocked.

"Your time is running out." the villain laughed.

Bakugou looked up to the roof as he saw something moved. He smirked. "Not for us. Oi! Best Jeanist! Help!"

The villain's eyes looked up as he felt the threads of his clothes bound him into one position. The thread hero hopped down and held the villain still. Kirishima charged forward and slammed his fist against the scarred man's head. The villain's face turned to a grey sludge and melted.

"What the?" Best Jeanist retracted the threads.

"It's a clone!" Kirishima yelled.

"A what?" Best Jeanist steps forwards.

"This happened at summer camp with the same guy," Kirishima explained.

Best Jeanist looked to Bakugou. "Is everyone alright?"

"Yeah, we're fine." Bakugou set Sora down. The small girl grabbed onto the blonde's leg as she stared at the new man.

Best Jeanist watched as the small girl clung to his former mentee. "Bakugou, you didn't fight back."

"Someone had to watch Pipsqueak," he mumbled.

"Why are you over here?" The jeaned hero asked.

"We were eating not far from here," Bakugou explained. "We started to leave when I noticed this guy. I remembered that this was close to your patrol route so we just headed this way until we would meet."

"You mean, you purposely chose to find me? Best Jeanist was shocked. This was nothing like the kid the last dealt with.

"Well duh! I'm not going to bring a kid in the fight."

Best Jeanist chuckled as he remembered the last time, he saw Bakugou talk with kids. Sure, the teens tone had not changed, but his intentions had. There was something different, a good different. The hero waved at the group to follow him. "Let's go. We are going to want to report this so we can keep an eye out for that fiend." The three nodded and followed the hero down the street.