AN: I do not own MHA.
AN: Thank you for all the reviews last chapter! I just want you guys to know there are going to be some major changes in the future arcs. So be prepared!
(My Room)
I jumped on my bed, finally done with my homework. Both my body and mind were exhausted. Hero Foundations was today and we had to do duo battles again. As always, fate played me a cruel hand. I had to go against both Todoroki and Kaachan. And I had Mineta as my teammate. The little guy was still with Recovery Girl, courtesy of Kaachan.
Mineta had said something about Kaachan having man boobs before the battle. Kaachan had not taken kindly to that comment and focused on Mineta instead of me. I felt...jealous?
I did try to save my teammate, but Todoroki and his frost powers kept getting in the way. And with his newly acquired fire added in, I had a bad time and we lost.
My phone beeped. Must be Himiko since Iida doesn't text unless it's important. Same with Yaoyorozu. Kaachan just never texted.
HT: Hey babe!
ME: Hey Himiko.
HT: How was your day?
I smiled. "Tiring."
HT: What happened?
ME: Had to fight Todoroki and Kaachan today. Mineta was on my side.
HT: Isn't that unfair? Aren't those two somewhat broken?
ME: Are you using video game lingo?
HT: I blame Bad Touch man and his video game addiction. That's all he does when he's home.
I do remember during U.S.J. he did use a lot of those terms. And during the mall incident. That still creeped me out. My neck started to itch.
HT: Do you have a herogram?
ME: Yes...
HT: Send me your username!
Strange request, but I complied.
HT: It's private. I'm sending a friend request so I can see your page!
HT: I was going to do that anyway!
I accepted the friend request when it came through.
HT: I'm guessing your only other friend is Kaachan, aka LordExplosionMurder?
ME: That's him.
Was she about to search through my whole page? Not that it mattered, I only followed a bunch of hero and fan pages. I didn't follow anything else.
HT: Izu-kun!
HT: What's twerking?
My phone slipped out of my hand and crashed onto the floor. I had forgotten that I had followed that page a year ago.
Stupid hormones! Stupid trip to America! Why Dad? Why did you plan a vacation during my puberty? I bet Himiko thinks I have a weird fetish! But it was perfectly normal, at least in America. It had been something popularized in the mid 2010s. And it was still popular 200 years later! It had become ingrained into American culture.
Oh gods, I'm making excuses. Mineta's vile corruption has infected my very soul! How could I purify myself? Maybe that vine user from Class 1-B could help? She was a Christian, she could baptize me! Wait, what was baptism even for? Shoot! That could potentially be super rude to ask for her to do!
Wait. Tsunotori is in Class 1-B! She could help explain that this was a normal thing to enjoy! And it would best to let it be explained by an American.
There we go Izuku! Now I just needed to speak to her alone. How was I going to do that? Their class president seemed like the overprotective type and would probably grill me for information on why I wanted to speak to one of her foreigner classmates alone. And there was Monoma, Class 1-B's Mineta, he would not let me near his class without pointing me out. He wasn't perverted like Mineta, but he was the most disliked.
I would need help. I knew Kendo and Yaoyorozu were at least friends, they always talked for awhile when our class passed by one another. So maybe my vice representative could distract Kendo. But Yaoyorozu would be suspicious of me. Jiro was friends with her, so maybe she could convince Yaoyorozu. That would work. Why did I feel so devious?
'Cause you're a stupid overthinking dumbass, Deku.'
My phone rang before I could argue with mental Kaachan. I picked it up off the floor, the caller id showing the contact information for Himiko. "Hello?"
"Izu-kun!" she sounded annoyed, "You never answered my question!"
"Well...uh..."
"I clicked on the page," Oh no, "And I don't like it."
"Himiko-chan, I started following it a year ago," I quickly explained, "I'll unfollow it now!"
I went my herogram and clicked on the profile page of twerk_queensU.S.A. I was so stupid back then! But I will admit I would miss checking out the videos every couple of days when I was alone. But now I wouldn't have to listen to Kaachan complain every time I liked or favorited a video. Guess I should delete all those videos off my favorites.
"You done?" Himiko asked.
"Yes. I also removed all those types of videos from my favorites," I told her.
"Good. You don't need those anymore cause I'll do that for you!" What? "I'm not going to deprive you of something you like so much when I can do it myself!"
My mouth felt like someone put an oversized of cotton ball in there. This...this was too much! Looking at them through a screen was different from seeing it in person. I felt those before! Hey you! Stay down!
"Izu-kun?" I forgot I was on the phone!
"Sorry, Himiko-chan," I apologized, "My brain just went a little haywire, you know?"
"I so do! That usually happens when I think of super cute things, like sugar gliders!" How typical, "And you too, of course!"
"Thank you, Himiko-chan," why was she able to make me blush over the phone?
"You're welcome babe!" Someone started to bang on my door with a heavy fist.
"Midoriya bro!"
That sounded like Kirishima. "Himiko-chan, I have to go."
"Okay babe! I love you!"
"Dude, who are you talking to?" Kirishima asked from outside.
"Enjoy the rest of your day," I whispered before hanging up and throwing my phone on the bed.
I opened up the door to see Kirishima, Sero, Kaminari, and Sato outside. "Do you guys need something?"
"It's a crisis, Midoriya! Some of Class 1-B dudes egged our dorms!" Kaminari wailed, producing crocodile tears.
"So unmanly! We have to get them back!" Kirishima added.
"But Iida is watching us to make sure we don't leave," Sero said.
""So we need you to distract him!" Sato told me, "He won't suspect you!"
"Maybe you guys should listen to him, he's only looking out for you all," I tried to persuade them.
"Midoriya, do it for your bros!" Kaminari yelled, flailing his arms, almost hitting Sero.
"We can't look like punks to Class 1-B! We have to prove how manly we are!" Kirishima said, fist pumped in the air.
"Come on dude! Just this once!" Sato said, slinging an arm over my shoulders, "Do it for us."
"Guys, we shouldn't do this." All four of them looked at one another before grabbing me, "Hey! Let go guys! This is not funny!"
I was carried downstairs. They dropped me on my feet and pushed me into Iida's eyesight before the four of them ran away. Iida walked over to me, looking at me strangely. "Are you okay, Midoriya?"
"Uh, yeah," I said, my eyes focused on everything but him. I saw the guys sneaking with toilet paper in their hands towards the door as Iida's back was to them. Sato gave me a thumbs up, "Hey Iida, what do you plan to create for the Art project due by the end of the month?"
"I'm glad you asked, Midoriya!" Iida said as he adjusted his glasses. He sounded excited, "You know the March of Progress, or The Road to Homo Sapiens as it is officially called?"
I nodded. "I wanted to recreate that. But instead of primates, I wanted to use the generations of my family as Pro Heroes to represent the change of society during acceptance of quirks and Pro Heroes. I would start off with Quicksilver, one of the first vigilantes during the Pre-Hero age. He was the first one in my family to have a quirk."
He seemed so proud of this idea, but then he hunched over, suddenly sad. "But alas, I feel as though that is out of my ability's scope."
"Iida, if you think you can't do it now try something simpler and them attempt this idea later when you feel like you are ready," I advised, "But definitely don't quit on it. I think it's a great idea."
"Hey! You class 1-A fuckers!" someone shouted from outside.
Iida and I both looked out the window to see the "bros" being chased by a group of male 1-B students lead by Tetsutetsu.
"Hooligans!" Iida yelled as he ran outside to confront our classmates.
I shrugged at this nonsense and headed towards the kitchen. They got caught and I didn't want to be involved.
"I'm telling you Ochako, you've been overdoing it!" That was Ashido. Sounds like they were in the hallway. I don't why I found a need to hide, but hid I did.
"You think so?" questioned Uraraka
"Yes!" They had just passed by me. "Give him some space."
I heard Uraraka agree to his advice. I wonder who they were talking about? Eh. Didn't really matter. It was time to grab a snack.
I got in the kitchen to be met with a glaring real Kaachan. "Hi."
"The fuck you want?" He seemed to be 10% angrier than usual.
"I was getting a pomegranate," I told him, walking warily past him.
"You have fun on your little date yesterday?" My heart stopped.
"W-what are you t-talking about K-kaachan?" His glare got stronger.
"The old hag saw you at the fucking store holding hands with some random bitch," I felt angry. Why was I so angry?
"Don't call her that!" I growled. His eyebrows rose in exchange.
He smirked. "Guess she's important to you. I wonder how Uraraka would think of that?"
I got right beside him, slamming my hand on the table in frustration. "You can't. No one can know about this!"
He smirked even more. "So I'm the first to know?"
"No. Jiro and Sato know I'm dating someone." Take that!
His smugness gone. Why did I feel satisfaction from that? "But they don't know who?"
I nodded. He huffed. "You're lucky the old hag decided to leave you alone because she knows how fucking flighty you are, Deku."
I'm definitely going to have to get Auntie something special for her birthday. I pulled out my phone, ignoring Kaachan's demand for attention, texting Himiko and letting her know about this new information. 'Auntie saw us!'
'I know!' She added a winking face emoji afterwards.
"You texting your mail order bride?" I frowned at Kaachan, "What? Only idiots or weirdos like you."
I rolled my eyes at him, getting him to snarl. Feels good. "Just keep quiet Kaachan."
"No," I looked at him, "You want me to shut my mouth, then you have to pay. You know what I want."
"Really Kaachan?" He nodded, smugness back on his face, "That's really low of you."
"Hey motherfucker, you cheated to win those!"
"I did not!"
"You had outside help! That fucker with his wind quirk allowed you to win!"
"He was on duty fighting some villain. It just happened to affect my throw."
"Exactly. Cheating!"
"I didn't ask for it!"
"You still didn't win it on your own," I glared at him. I was angry. I was actually angry at Kaachan!
"Fine!" I stormed out of the kitchen, knocking over Kaminari as I went to my room. I'll apologize one of these days.
(Bedroom)
I was curled up on my bed, staring at the empty spot my All Might Knockout Gloves used to be. I could feel the anger and frustration bubbling in my chest. I wanted it to go away because it felt unheroic to be mad about the loss of this. But I wanted it to stay, the heat it provided was better than the cold feeling of sadness and despair I was so used to.
Stupid Kaachan and his ego! Always has to be the best! Always got to have the best stuff!
My phone beeped. I ignored it. That was like the third time since I got back to my room after handing Kaachan my prized possessions.
The messages were probably from Himiko. I didn't feel like speaking to her. She was the cause of this anyway. As long as she didn't call me, I could say I fell asleep.
Looks like I jinxed myself. I picked up the phone. "Hello?"
"Baby, why didn't you respond to my texts?" she asked in a whiny tone.
"I hadn't checked my phone."
"Why not?"
"It was too far across the room."
"..."
"..."
"Izu-kun, are you okay?" she sounded sincere.
"No."
"Did something happen?"
Did she really care? I guess I should tell her. She wanted to know when other people found out. "Himiko, be honest. Did you let Auntie see us?"
"...I did." My anger grew.
"Why?" My tone was unnaturally cold, "You knew it was dangerous! Now Kaachan knows too! And I had to give up one of my All Might Collectibles so he would keep his mouth shut! Do you know how rare the All Might Knockout Gloves are? They only made 100 pairs of them! And I had to win them at some festival during a ball throwing competition before I even had my quirk. Do you know how hard that was, when I was competing against Kaachan? He might have just gotten his quirk, but he had the advantage. I was lucky some hero with a wind quirk was in the area and some of his quirk affected my throw while he was fighting a villain!"
"I'm sorry, Izu-kun," her voice was small and she sounded afraid. My anger was going away quickly as I took rapid breaths. I could also hear her sniffling in the background.
I flopped my back onto the bed. "I'm sorry for yelling Himiko-chan. I'm just so frustrated. And angry. Angry at Kaachan for...for...for being Kaachan!"
"You mean a dick?"
"Yeah. A dick." Why did it feel so good to call him that?
"It's okay to be angry, Izu-kun," she said, "Haven't you heard of righteous anger? You can use it to feed your drive to become a better Hero! Just don't let it cloud your judgement."
I wasn't going to really think on that. I wasn't in the right mindset. "I still shouldn't have yelled."
"It's okay, Izu-kun. I'll make it you to up tomorrow," she said in a sultry tone that sent shivers down my spine.
AN: Short chapter because I only focused on Izuku. Should be some minor smut the next chapter.
