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Meeting The Family

Denki P.O.V.

Jesus Christ, these two. I don't know how I didn't see it before, but this is kind of saddening. Y'know, I had an idea about there being something between Futeki and Jirou after the hug yesterday, but I didn't really know how bad it was until we had started fixing up Futeki's house. Seriously, do those two know how obvious they're being? Because they're being really obvious.

At the moment, we were all following Futeki and Jirou to that dojo place that they mentioned a while ago, something along the lines of the Senjou Dojo or something? I don't know, I wasn't really paying attention. Whatever the case, it seems that those two were completely oblivious to the other's feelings, and it was kind of funny. Leaning over to Tokoyami, I whispered. "Is it just me, or are they, like, perfectly in sync."

"It's as if they know exactly when to turn their heads to avoid being spotted," he whispered back.

"I agree," Yaomomo whispered from behind us, having to lean down a bit to avoid being heard. "You don't think that they-"

"Oh, they totally do," I whispered, "do you see the way those two keep looking at each other? Those are some mad lovey-dovey looks."

"True," Iida whispers from behind us, giving way for everyone but the two subjects of our conversation to join in. "Those do seem to be looks filled with admiration."

"I-if I had to guess, I'd say that they don't realize it yet though," Midoriya whispers. "E-every time Futeki-san looks at Jirou-san, it's when she isn't looking, and the opposite also seems to be the case. I-it seems like they either don't realize the other's feelings, or maybe they do and just aren't acting on it yet."

"Or perhaps they don't realize their own feelings yet," Iida whispers back. "It's possible that they don't even know that they feel that way yet."

"Or maybe they've already acted on those feelings and are trying to hide it," Uraraka added.

"Jirou-san I can see that being the case," Yaomomo said, "but Futeki doesn't seem like the kind of guy to keep a secret. From what I've seen, he seems like a very 'wear your heart on your sleeve' kind of guy."

For a moment, I was tempted to remind her about the other little secret of Futeki's past, but one look from Tokoyami reminded me to keep my mouth shut. I almost forgot that the girls weren't around for Futeki's confession about his parents. "I don't know. He managed to make us believe he was perfectly fine until a little while after the U.S.J. Incident. There's always a chance that he has more of his heart hidden away."

At this comment, Iida and Midoriya gave an empathetic look. Futeki was a good dude, he really didn't deserve all of the crap life has thrown at him. "That's true. I mean, before the U.S.J., you would've thought that he was your average future hero, he prefers making things easier for everyone else. That's probably why he didn't say anything about that Idai dude until after the guy tried to kill him."

"Oi, stop whispering so much, it's kinda creepy," Futeki yelled from fairly far in front of us, with Jirou giving us a small glare from behind while holding a fairly deep blush. "Besides, we're here," Futeki said, reaching his hand out to grasp the handle to the sliding door of the three-story building. "Might want to stand back, the old man has an… odd way of greeting me." As if on cue, a pair of legs appeared from the doorway, landing their mark right into Futeki's left cheek. Time seemed to slow as we watched Futeki fly back, the legs moving with him to reveal a torso attached to them, quickly followed by a head and a pair of arms.

The elder man, who I assumed to be the 'old man' that Futeki was referring to, was facing us while he kicked, his arms pointed opposite to his legs, seemingly to make him more aerodynamic, and his mouth was opened in an 'O' shape, his eyes wide as he sent our friend flying out to the guardrail, which was our Futeki's only saving grace, him slamming back first into the metal rail, but still being saved from being sent right off of the cliff that led to a large, open field filled with hills and farmland. "Hello, Yu-kun!" Turning to look at us, as he landed, the old man raised up a hand with a smile. "Ah, hello there. You must be Yu-kun's friends, right?"

At this development, all of us, sans Jirou, oddly enough, were wide-eyed and slack-jawed. From what we've seen so far, Futeki's probably the physically strongest guy in our class, and this old dude just sent him flying before he could even react. "Futeki, are you okay!?" I yelled, running over to my friend, but before I could, Jirou used her jack to grab my arm. "Jirou, what are you-"

Before I could even finish my sentence, Futeki had kicked back up and leaped at the old man, slamming into the man's stomach with his shoulder in a wrestling style spear, not having the familiar red glow that followed him in his usual attacks telling us that he wasn't using his quirk to fight. "Don't turn your back on an opponent, old man!" Futeki yelled, slamming into the old man with enough force to send them both flying into the dojo.

"This is their little ritual, at least, that's what Futeki told me. Best not to get in the way, he told me that they tend to get pretty heavy tunnel vision during these 'meetings'." As she entered the dojo, the rest of us tentatively followed, being greeted with a very odd scene of both Futeki and the old man rubbing their heads as a woman holding a broom stood over both of them, an angry glare in her eye.

"Do you idiots have to fight every time you visit! I just finished sweeping, and you've already tracked more dirt and dust into the main floor!" She yelled angrily, making both fighters cower while holding each other. Smiling to herself at the taming of the beasts, she stared down the older man. "I have to go pick up Yusha and Mizuna from their clubs, so I don't have the time to sweep the floor or prepare anything for your friends, Yu-kun. Dad, you sweep the floor again, and Yuki can take his friends upstairs and prepare some snacks and drinks."

"But Nuno-cha-"

"Don't you 'Nuno-chan' me," the woman, Nuno-chan, I presume, said, "Yu-kun only acted in self-defense, so he gets a pass this time, but I don't want a single speck of dust on this floor by the time I come back, do I make myself clear?"

"B-bu-" the man started to say with tears in his eyes but stopped at the death-glare he received from the woman.

"Do." She took one step towards him. "I." Another step forward. "Make." Another step. "Myself." A final step forward. The woman was now standing directly in front of the man, holding a look of pure malice encompassing her face, which contrasted with the look of pure terror on the old man's. " r." She thrust the broom to the man, stopping just before his face and making him flinch in terror. The woman's eyes were completely covered by shadow and bangs, as the rest of her long hair flowed behind her in waves, and I swear that I could see a dark purple aura of hostility around her.

The man shakily reached up and grasped the broom from the woman's hands, and she allowed him to take it, giving him the freedom to stand up and sweep, which he did so, moving to the corner of the room farthest from the woman. "Good," she said, moving to a wall closer to the door, and grabbing a purse. Turning back to us, her face now losing all of the malice it had held earlier, and she gave as a beautiful, youthful smile. "Have fun you guys, and be good, I'll be back in about half an hour. Ciao!"

As she closed the door, all of us let out breaths that we didn't even realize that we were holding. "Futeki…" Tokoyami finally spoke, breaking a full minute of silence, "… what was that."

It took a moment, but Futeki found the courage to speak. "That, my friends, would be my step-sister, Nunome. She is also one of the most terrifying people I know."

"How..?" Iida asked.

"Let's just say that I would rather fight every villain in all of history before I would even consider fighting her."

"How my wife and I produced something so terrifying, I will never know…" The old man in the corner said to himself, a look of dread in his eyes.

"Wh-whatever the case," Jirou said, catching our attention, "we should probably listen to her. I really don't want to find out what happens if we aren't upstairs by the time she returns."

"Ditto, follow me," Futeki said, standing up and leading us to the stairs.

"Wait, Yu-kun, you aren't going to leave me here, are you?" The old man said in sorrow.

"Yup," Futeki said, a blank and uninterested look on his face as we followed him.

"You ungrateful brat!" The old man cried.

Yuki P.O.V.

"So, what's up with this place, Futeki? Didn't you tell us that this place was a pretty popular dojo? Where are all the trainers and trainees?" Uraraka said as I slid open the door to the top floor. As we entered, I looked around the room, noting that everything looks the same as it did about a year ago.

While the bottom floor served the purpose of being the main training hall and lobby of sorts, and the second floor served the purpose of giving every one of the family, including myself, a room to sleep and work in, the third floor served as something of a living/dining room for the Sento Family. In the left back corner was the coffee table, around which sat a large couch and several pillows to use as seats when we had several guests, while off to the side in the right back corner was the kitchen, and in the right front corner, separated from us by a wall was the dining room.

"The dojo's closed every Sunday to allow for rebuilding, restocking of equipment, and just to give me, Old Man Seijou, and ne-chan a break." As we entered, they took a seat while I entered the kitchen. "Since those two both live here and I'm basically a member of the family, those two both work here every day basically all the time, while I usually work here every day after school, unless something big happens, like when I took most of last year off to train for the entrance exam, or if I get injured."

"Wait, but we only do training every other day," Jirou said with a small pout, puffing up her cheek slightly.

"Well, duh," I answered simply, "Me and the Old Man are basically built for fighting and recovering quickly, and Nunome spends half of her working time fixing uniforms. If I were to make you come here every day of the week, you'd end up destroying yourself. Hell, when I first started, I nearly put myself in the hospital from overworking my body beyond the point of exhaustion. Not letting you destroy yourself like that."

"That does bring up a question, if I may-" Yaomomo started.

"You may," I said, interrupting her for the fun of it as I checked around the kitchen for some snacks or ingredients that I could turn into snacks. Noticing that they had a good amount of chicken, I decided on fixing up a large batch of karaage (Basically bite-sized fried chicken)

"Right, what caused you to start training in the first place. I remember you saying something about starting at a young age."

"I was seven, and that's because of my mother. She was a friend of the family. From what I remember, ne-chan was on a train that got attacked by a villain, and my mother, being nearby, had been one of the first heroes to respond to the attack. My mom saved ne-chan's life, and later went to check up on her when she was in the hospital. They hit it off, and my mom started training under the Old Man."

Unfortunately, mentioning my mother seemed to make them notice something. "That reminds me, where are your parents, Futeki?" Uraraka asked, causing me to panic a bit.

"Out of the country," Tokoyami answered before me, catching everyone by surprise, myself included. "What, don't you three remember," Tokoyami said, looking towards the boys, "he told us on the second day that his parents were a team, and had traveled to the States as a trade for Captain Celebrity about four years ago."

Thank you, you beautiful feathered bastard. "Yeah, seeing as Captain Celebrity was the #1 hero in the States, the U.S. and Japan decided it was only fair to send a mid-rank team in return. They decided to leave me in the Sento's care, but do come over every now and then for the holidays," looking over to the group, it seems that the lie fooled Uraraka and Yaomomo, but I noticed the way Jirou was looking at me. I don't think she knows yet, but she has a feeling that Tokoyami and I weren't being entirely truthful.

Ignoring the guilt from lying, I kept myself away from the rest of the conversation and focused on the chicken. As I did so, I noticed a familiar rhythm of soft footsteps, and looked to my left, noticing that Jirou and walked up next to me, seemingly inspecting whatever I was making. "Oi, doofus, I heard the door open downstairs, pretty sure that Nunome is back with Unabara-san and Yusha-san."

"Good thing I made a lot," I said, setting the chicken onto a large platter setting lemons around the dish, and turning the stove off to allow the oil to cool down to a temperature that wouldn't kill another human. As I took the large platter to the coffee table, I heard a large smash from below. "Guess the old fart didn't finish."

"Will he be okay?" Yaomomo asked.

"Probably not for the rest of the night," ne-chan said as she entered the room. "Yusha-kun and Mizu-chan are changing out of their uniforms, but they do want to meet your friends, hope you don't mind," ne-chan said with a blank face, giving me the impression that this wasn't an issue to argue against.

"Already planned on it," I said, setting the platter down onto the coffee table, 'you gonna hang around too?"

"Someone has to tell your friends embarrassing stories, introduce me."

"Alright, boys and girls, this is Nunome Sento, and she is basically my older sister. Current heir to the Sento Dojo, and daughter of the probably unconscious old man downstairs. Ne-chan, these are my friends. You already know Jirou, the green-bean is Midoriya, he was the guy I trained with for most of last year, the short one with the feathers is Tokoyami, the nerd is Iida, the ditzy one is Uraraka, the doofy looking blond is Kaminari, and the other one is Yaoyorozu, but we usually call her Yaomomo," I said, pointing out each person as I introduced them.

"How come Yaomomo gets a pass on the insults!" Kaminari yelled.

"Nothing about her that I could use as an insult," I spoke back calmly with a blank face, unfazed by his exclamation. "I don't use an insult unless it's true."

"I'm not that short…" Tokoyami said.

"You're about as short as Jirou is." This led to Jirou jabbing me in the ribs with her jacks, eliciting a very high-pitched yelp to sound from my mouth.

Jirou P.O.V.

Once the kids entered, Nunome-chan decided to introduce everyone before Futeki could, much to Kaminari's joy. "Wait, so these two are your students?" Iida asked, a slight bit of apprehension in his voice, but not noticeable to most, "It's quite impressive for one to be training for the future of heroism at such a young age."

"I need to train as much as humanly possible if I want to be a hero," Yusha-san said, his eyes sparkling in determination.

"Wait, so are you the one who…" Midoriya started to say but stopped himself once Yusha-san started looking at him with that ever-present smile of his.

"Yeah, he's the one," Futeki said, confirming Midoriya's thoughts. "Yusha-kun here is one of the few people I know who, even without a quirk, I fully believe would be a top-class hero."

Mizuna-san then let out a small snicker. "Which is a good thing, considering he's also the only one here dumb enough to become a hero without a quirk."

"You're just mad because nii-san started training me first," Yusha-san said in response, sticking his tongue out at his adoptive sister.

"Shut up, that's only because you met him first," Mizuna-san yelled back, "besides, nii-san likes me more!"

"Nerd!"

"Dork!"

"Bully!"

"Dweeb!"

"Shut up!" Futeki yelled. Getting annoyed by their yelling, he 'lightly' knuckled the tops of their heads. As Futeki joined in the yelling match, I heard both Nunome-chan and Yaomomo giggling.

"You know, I did assume that Futeki-san had something of an older brother-like personality, Nunome-san, but I didn't expect him to act like that," she said, the giggle fusing with her words.

"Yu-kun has always been an older brother kind of guy, he's always been pretty protective of those close to him," Nunome-chan said, her giggle and words fusing as well. As she spoke, I noticed Futeki chase the two kids out of the room through the window. "I remember that when I told the family that Yusha was going to happen, he tried to pick a fight with my husband for 'stealing my purity'."

"Your husband?" I asked dumbly, realizing that I never heard a word of Yusha-san's father.

"Ah, Yu-kun didn't tell you?" Nunome-chan asked, seemingly unsurprised, and sending a bittersweet smile towards the window, as both Yusha-san and Mizuna-san were seemingly thrown through the still open window, quickly followed by a fairly composed Futeki. "Hold on a moment, don't like talking about this with the brats around." Nunome-chan turned to the three. "Oi, Yu-kun, take the kids and drag dad up here if he's conscious."

"Fine, but don't tell them anything weird," Futeki said, carrying a child by the waist under each arm. "C'mon, brats, we need to wake up the old man."

As soon as the door closed behind the trio, Nunome-chan let out a small breath. "Seishin Sento was my husband's name, as he decided to take my name. He was a good, kind man, as well as one of the three people to make it to the level of Ninth Star in our dojo. His quirk allowed him to heal other people's injuries by sacrificing his own skin and blood. He had been training under my dad to learn how to fight, because, like Yusha, he had always wanted to save people. He worked as a police officer. About a month or two after Yusha-kun started his training under Yu-kun and dad, there was an attack by a villain whose quirk allowed him to enlarge and manipulate his teeth into blades, I think he went by the name 'Moonfish'."

Nunome-chan let out a sigh, looking to the floor with a small smile, one that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Seishin was one of the first responders. If only that idiot hadn't been as brave and as stupid as he was, Yusha'd probably still have a father. Unfortunately, the idiot had run in and tried to save as many people as he could. Moonfish did get caught, Endeavor being the second authority to make it to the scene and the one to catch the rat bastard, but there had also been seventeen injured, as well as a single casualty. Seishin Sento died a fools death, but he was still the fool who fathered my kid."

"Nunome-chan…" I started, stopping only because I didn't know what to say. I had known that Futeki had a hard life, but I didn't think that there might be some sadness all around.

"It's fine, it was years ago," Nunome-chan said, looking back up and wiping her eyes free of tears. "One thing you need to know if you're gonna be a part of the Sento family is that we are pretty okay at dealing with loss. All of us end up losing someone close to us at some point. That damn Sento Family Curse. Hell, it even hits those who end up getting close to us. Just look at Yu-kun. He's lost almost as much as dad, and he's even younger than I am."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, you already know about Idai, but I can't tell you about the other one," Nunome-chan said. "As I told you before, Yu-kun has a lot of baggage for someone below his twenties, he's just too damn tough to bother anyone else about it. If you want to know, you'll have to talk to him about it yourself." As she finished, the door opened, and I watched as Futeki, along with Yusha-san and Mizuna-san, dragged a barely-conscious Sento-sensei through the door, throwing him into the room.

"Sorry that that took so long, the old fart is heavier than he looks," he said nonchalantly.

"I may have hit him a bit harder than originally intended, oops," Nunome-chan said, switching seamlessly to a happier persona. At the sound of her voice, Sento-sensei sat up, seemingly reinvigorated.

"It's fine," he said with a smile, "it'll take more than a small hit like that to keep this old tiger down."

"Good, don't really feel like driving you to the hospital today," Nunome-chan said jokingly. "So, now that everyone is here to hear, you guys are all in Yu-kun's class, right?"

"That would be correct, Sento-san," Iida answered with a straightforward tone. "In fact, Futeki-san is our class president, while Midoriya-san was chosen as our vice president." At this revelation, Nunome-chan and Sento-sensei turned towards Futeki with equal levels of surprise and fear.

"What?" Futeki said while eating one of the karaage, not having been paying attention to the conversation.

At the sight of Futeki looking like he did, Nunome-chan rested her hand on Midoriya's shoulder. "I'm very sorry for whatever misfortune he brings upon you. Good luck, brave child."

"Oi, what'd I tell you about telling them weird things…" Futeki said with slight discomfort at the solemn look upon both Nunome-chan and Sento-sensei's faces.

For the next four hours, the twelve of us talked and joked around, Nunome-chan and Sento-sensei telling us a good few stories about Futeki, much to our pleasure and his chagrin, us telling him about where we're from as well as a few stories from school. Yusha-san and Mizuna-san told us about their school time as well, with Mizuna-san mostly using the conversation to mock Yusha-san. Eventually, the clock his seven, and Nunome-chan said that it was time for the kids to go and get ready for bed, and most of us decided to go home around that time.

At the moment, Futeki and I were walking to my home from the train station, Futeki coming along despite my protests because, in his own words, "I didn't want to risk you getting attacked."

"You know, I can take care of myself," I said, repeating myself again.

"You can, but that doesn't change the fact that I worry. Besides, everyone else went home in pairs." Futeki wasn't wrong. Apparently, Uraraka and Midoriya live in neighboring apartment complexes, Tokoyami and Kaminari live in the same district, and apparently, Yaomomo and Iida are next-door neighbors. "Besides, I wanted to."

Attempting to ignore the raising of my face's temperature, I kept looking at the path ahead of us. "Futeki, Nunome-chan said something that made me think a bit."

"If you're talking about the tortilla chip incident, then shut it. Damn thing had it out for me."

"No, it wasn't that," I said, my voice staying as steady as I could keep it. "Futeki, I want you to tell me the truth."

Futeki's voice took on a serious tone. "I'll do my best."

Taking a breath, I spoke. "Futeki, Idai isn't the only person you've lost, is he?"

Futeki was silent for a few moments, to the point that I could hear that even his breathing had stopped. Neither of us stopped walking, nor did we turn towards one another. Futeki finally took a long breath in, and then out. "Y-yeah," he said simply, his voice catching for a moment, wavering in a way that I was still unused to.

I kept silent for a moment as well. "I see. In that case, would you promise me something?"

For a moment, he looked apprehensive, before shifting to a contemplative gaze. We were now in front of my house and had stopped walking. "What would you like me to promise."

"When you're able, talk to me," I said, "and tell me what happened." I turned towards him, my back facing my house. "It doesn't have to be right now, but I want you to confide in me, alright?"

Futeki, who was still looking in the direction we had been walking, grew a small smile. "Are you sure you'd be okay with me dumping my baggage on your shoulders? It's pretty heavy…"

"Futeki, look at me." As I said, he obeyed, looking at the ground. "Helping each other is what friends are for, so let me help you."

A few more moments passed, and his smile grew as he matched my gaze with his own. "Alright then, Jirou. I promise."

"Thanks," I said, moving forward and hugging him around the midsection, my eyes meeting his chest for a mere moment, though it felt like hours. Letting go just as quickly as I had latched on, I quickly turned to enter my home, trying my hardest to conceal the deep crimson color that my face had taken on. "Have a good night, Futeki!"

Yuki P.O.V.

As Jirou yelled those words, closing the door behind her, I was frozen in place, trying to place my train of thought, which had momentarily flown off the rails and into a large house, back onto its tracks. Finally coming to my senses after what felt like an hour, but what I realized was only a few seconds, I turned back the way I came, talking with confidence back home.

"Fuck me…" I said slowly to myself. Between the promise and the hug, I don't think I can call this thing a crush anymore, can I? "So this is love, huh..?"

Omake #1: Mother's Intuition

As Kyoka entered from the front door, she noticed that all of the lights in the living room were turned off. 'Perfect,' Kyoka thought to herself, taking off her shoes and sneaking towards the staircase. As she stepped past the mid-point between the door and the stairs, the lights suddenly turned on, causing Kyoka to jump in surprise.

Turning to the right, Kyoka noticed that, on the other side of the room in a chair, sat her mother, Mika Jirou, a book on music theory in hand. "Welcome home, Kyoka," Mika said softly, turning a page in her book.

"Ah," Kyoka said, worriedly. "Hey, mom… where's dad?" She asked, noticing a severe lack of yelling and overdramatic fatherhood.

"Tied up in bed," Mika answered, her eyes not leaving the pages of the book, "he wanted to ambush you and your boyfriend whenever you opened the door. You're welcome."

"Ah, thanks mo- Boyfriend!" Kyoka yelled, hearing a large crash from the second floor around where her parents' bedroom was positioned.

"Kyoka, my hearing is even better than yours. Did you think that I wouldn't hear that confession of yours outside?" Mika said.

"MOM~!"

"I'm going to bed, make sure to text him and tell him that you love him before going to bed, honey. Goodnight."

"MOM!"

"Oh, and if he comes by later and you decide to 'have fun', then I'd suggest that you use either my or your father's workstations. Both are soundproof, and I hid protection in your father's second album."

"MOM!"

Alright, so it's time for the news I talked about at the beginning. First of all, I'm going to tell the whole scheduling thing to fuck itself. I know that I said that I'd be posting once every other week on this story, but the truth is that recently, I've been having a lot of trouble finding inspiration to write on this fic. I can feel the writer's block hitting me pretty hard, and I can tell that if I keep trying to force myself to write, I'll just end up burning myself out on this fic altogether.

If I had to point at a cause, it'd probably be all of the pre-planning I ended up doing. I have the whole story planned out for the most part, but actually putting it to words is starting to become pretty arduous. As such, I'm going to stop trying to force myself into a set schedule, and kind of just post whenever I get a chapter done from now on.

Speaking of me not having the inspiration to write, I'm going to be extending my hiatus on this fic for an undefined amount of time. Again, this is more to keep me from blowing my brains out while writing chapter 11 than anything else. I do have something else in the works, but I don't really feel like spoiling that little pet project just yet, so if you're curious, you'll just have to follow my profile so that you'll know when it hits. I will give one hint though. It involves ants and mechs.

Whatever the case, sorry for all of the bad news on this New Years Eve, and thank you for actually caring enough about this story to read past the first chapter.

Happy New Years, and have a wonderful 2019.