Changing the rating into mature, because I realized that there's a lot more swearing than it could be safely put in the Teen's category.
Remember when I said I had a bad week? I think our neighbor's baby is teething. The closest room to her nursery is my bedroom. Oh yeah, and my laptop sound jack? Broken, freaking broken.
Chapter 7
Izuku only stares blankly at the ground.
"The orientation only helps us pick the ones with power, but we teachers have the right to expel anyone without potential. So you better use your quirks, or else, the last one in the list will get expelled."
But the problem was … Izuku looks up at his sensei with fear.
"When you come up, tell me your previous record, to compare it with your new quirk record."
He … He … he never participated in PE, ever.
He doesn't have any record.
And some of the tests requires him to move his body entirely without his quirk, like set ups, and he … he …
He can't do that.
He turns to look at his friend, showing him the panic he was currently feeling. To his surprise, Kacchan was also returning the feeling with obvious concern and apprehension.
"Bakugou, you scored the highest, you do the first pitch, like I said, use your quirk as you want and stay in the circle." Kacchan looks back at his teacher and nods, he walks inside the white line, stretches, and then grabs the ball, glaring at the thing.
Next thing he knew, his friend screams "Die!" With excitement, the ball was thrown away leaving an explosion behind. He was able to see that the explosion only formed in circular like sphere around his friend, not touching him.
The age old question of his friend's hair being fireproof was still not answered.
Izuku, floating with the rest of the class blinks as his mind caught up to what happened. "Die?" He asks dumbly.
When their teacher shows them the screen of his phone, it reads that Kacchan's throw reached 705 m in the least. Izuku gulps, letting his hair cover his eyes so he could spy on their teacher. With his unshaven beard, coupled with the dark bags under his eyes, their new teacher's grin stroke fear into his mind.
The first test was a 50 meter dash, and the first two contestants was the same boy that Izuku has seen in the test, stealing the first robot that he was about to attack, and a girl that looked like an alien. Stepping up, the boy and girl told their previous timing.
Izuku found himself floating closer to Kacchan, tugging on his shirt.
"I don't have a previous timing." He whispers to him frantically, his friend had a look of concentration on his face as he pretends to watch the current race. The blond that they were watching shoots a laser from his naval and gets propelled from the force, jumping only twice to end the race, while the pink skinned girl ran normally, still defeating him.
"Tell him you don't remember."
"He'll check my record." Izuku whines, Kacchan clicks his tongue. Now, the robot boy – his name is Iida, Izuku! – and a frog like girl stepped up to race.
"Tell him it was lost."
"Kacchan." This was very serious. He could be expelled for this, just on his first day, and his panic was tripling by the second.
"Leave it to me, I'll give an excuse, you just play along." He assures him, staring him in the eyes as he says so. Izuku nods after a slight hesitation, knowing that he could always trust his friend. He didn't let go of Kacchan's shirt though.
When their sensei turns and gives them both a look, they knew it was their turn.
Kacchan scoffs and walks, dragging Izuku along since he was still attached to him, floating at the same time like a balloon. He didn't mind though, it felt like he was being pushed in the wheelchair, but this time he was being pulled without any mechanism.
Standing in front of the line, Izuku lands on his two leg, feeling very stiff. Kacchan gets into a readying stance, and they were both awaiting Aizawa sensei to start the race. Their sensei however, kept staring.
"Will, start it already?!" Kacchan yells, but a glare was sent his way.
"Your previous records?"
Oh … Kacchan was pretending to forget and hoping that their sensei forgot too …
"Why does it matter? We'll get a new record, our old one doesn't matter."
"It does matter? What if one day you meet a villain that can render your quirk useless? You'll need to compare your skills with or without a quirk to aid you. Now, records?" Kacchan growls, but answers anyways.
"8 seconds, Izuku was absent when we did the test." Mr Aizawa does not look amused.
"Well then, we'll have to test him out without a quirk first, then we'll test you with them." Here, Izuku sends his friend an alarmed look.
"N-No! wait! M-My records … I was excused from taking any test in middle school. I had a health problem back then." He stammers, feeling his cheeks flush, the other students were now getting interested, and Izuku finds himself wanting to bury his body underground with the added attention.
"Your elementary records then."
"… I don't have any records for them as well …"
"Then, we need to test you without your quirk now." Izuku looks at everyone, feeling himself tremble. Kacchan saw this and growls loudly.
"Listen, I don't know if you haven't noticed, but Deku doesn't like touching the ground, he flies every chance he gets. His civilian speed would be his flying speed." Aizawa-sensei glares at them, but nods. He moves to the side, ready to click on the timer.
Izuku heard someone asm if it was legal to fly all the time. Distracting for a split second before refocusing.
Letting them start the race without knowing his speed, the teacher flags them to start.
Kacchan got 4.13 seconds, while he got 4 seconds.
As they walked back to the rest of the class, Izuku's hands found itself reaching out and tugging onto Kacchan's uniform. He tried his best to ignore everyone's stare as he forced himself to memorize how the ground looked like.
Once everyone was done with the dash test, they were about to move into the gym for grip strength. He was however stopped by a hand grabbing his shoulder. Last time that happened, it was Iida-kun trying to reprimand him for trying to talk to Uraraka. Now however …
Aizawa Sensei was giving him a look.
Izuku gulps.
"Next time, just give me your medical records." He said taking out a folder from inside his uniform. Izuku found himself trembling once more, looking at the ground with shame and very glad that everyone ran ahead of them to the gym to not witness this.
"I'll let it slide, since you physically can't do a test without your quirk. It's as Bakugou said, your civilian record would be your quirk ones. I do however, want you to stay behind after the examination."
"Are you going to expel me?"
"I don't want the other students to hear this, but recommendations isn't only restricted before examination." He said blandly, Izuku raises a brow, what does that have to do with anything?
Before he could ask, the teacher takes out another form, giving it to the teen.
"Read it." He demands, and Izuku does. He blinks at the title, and gapes at the rest of the letter, giving his new teacher a bewildered look.
"T-Thank you Mr Aizawa, B-But I-I wanted to get in without a recommendation." Aizawa still stares at him. "I-I mean, I'm very flattered that you wanted me in your class sir, it's just-"
"You are here to train to be a hero." Aizawa-sensei cuts him off. "And you must take every opportunity to reach your goals. I choose you specifically because you have the potential of becoming a great hero, one of the best really. You only have some personality flaws-"
Izuku winces.
"- and your physical limitation. You already went past your physical restrictions, even before coming here, something that we teachers were supposed to help you do, and I doubt that you would let your personality stop you from becoming a hero now will you?" He questioned, his tiered voice left a kind of void silence behind, even if his speech was supposed to feel inspiring.
Shaking, Izuku looks at the paper once more. Giving a shaky smile, he nods at his new teacher.
"You're not going to be expelled, I already know your skills. I however, will change my mind of you have been lacking. Your average will change according to the test that you're able to perform."
"Do you usually do this for your students?"
"I do if they showed promise, and determination. I was giving the same opportunity as a student here, and I am not restricting it to others."
What? Does Aizawa sensei have some kind of problem?
Said man glares at him as he points at the gym, obviously done with his talk. Izuku flinches and flies away, looking back a bit seeing how the man was watching him.
Somehow, he doesn't think black was his eye color, blue suited him … red more so…
Once inside the gym, he does the hand gripping test, Kacchan turned out to be above average strength. Izuku hesitates a bit, knowing that they could use their quirks, he uses it to pressure the machine to receive the same results as his friend. They looked up when someone yells his amazement at another, who achieved a 450 kg strength. That person has more than one pair of arms and was even taller than Iida.
He aced the long jump completely, only needing to take one step forward before letting himself float to the other edge. The nice person, Ochaka, does the same thing, and they high fived once she lands and reaches his spot. Kacchan glares at her, and he found him standing even closer to him than usual.
In the long distance run, he soars above everyone and gets second place, sending Iida-kun a shy smile as a congratulation. Iida, noticing, found his demeanor lifting up looking very happy. Later, he noticed how Kacchan was now making sure that Iida-kun was standing away from him, said person looking a bit pestered but didn't react to Kacchan's hostility.
Oh Kacchan, sometimes your concern is too obvious.
When the side stepping test came, Izuku found himself to be the last tester, but he refused to do it, knowing very well how both his legs and braces will protest to the exercise. He gives his new teacher a dejected look. A zero was added as his score.
He couldn't help but stare at it.
He couldn't do setups, and winces at another newly added zero.
He couldn't do all the stretches, especially when it was needed for him to lean his back, and watches in horror at the sight of the zero and the looks his teacher sent his way.
In the ball throwing test, Uraraka Ochaka got infinity as her score, he couldn't help but gape at it.
Moving to the circle for his turn, he took a moment to stare at the ball. Trembling, he was about to throw-
When something flashed in his mind. Turning around, he stares at his teacher, expecting a red glare instead of the dark onyx one. His teacher frowns, expecting him to already be done with the test.
That's when something clicked in his mind.
Eraserhead … the underground hero.
His quirk was to erase other's quirk with a glance alone.
The idea of someone erasing his quirk terrified him greatly.
He spent a small part of his life without one, and already knew the horrors of living a life as such. Now, he couldn't live normally without his quirk. He wouldn't be able to fly, or help his mom cook, explore with kacchan, visit new cafes with Hitoshi, and hanging around the city with his step father … or really do anything without them.
Close to tears after realizing that this man could particularly destroy his life, he sniffs and looks away immediately so they wouldn't see his face.
That's when he spots Toshinori standing behind a corner, watching them. Blinking, Izuku had to refocus to make sure. It was his step father, but in his hero form.
He was watching them.
And he was probably worried about him.
Shames starts to fill him. He looks up and gives his teacher a look of determination, puffing up his chest.
He threw the ball, and it went past even the school ground, flying so far away but he knew that it would land at some point. Turning around, the man huffs but smiles a bit showing his phone, his screen saying 'Error'.
Turning around, he sees his step father giving him a thumbs up, and he returns a smile back, conveying that he has seen him.
He hovers back to his friends and high fives them. Kacchan looking a bit irritated, and not because of his scores, but because a red head that has started to bug him while he was doing his test.
The tests has been done, they all stood in front of their teacher watching nervously as he calculates the scores. Kacchan has plainly pulled his arm, maybe to stop him from flying away if he failed, or just for reassurance, Izuku doesn't know. He was glad that he did however, for he found himself snaking his arms around his friend's. They were at the back anyways, so no one would bother them like they usually did when they saw them holding hands.
Holding hands or wrapping their arms together was a childhood habit that they never really broke, and Izuku isn't welling to break it any time soon either. It stemmed from Izuku not liking being pushed, and enjoying pushing himself with his quirk. Kacchan, being the worry wort that he never admits to be, ended up always holding his wheelchair's handles, ending with them holding hands later on after witnessing Izuku fly off his chair a few times.
When the results show, Izuku sighs in relief.
He was in the eleventh spot.
But he didn't relax much when he saw the spikey haired girl and the boy with the bi-coloured hair giving him a look. He flinches and found himself floating behind Kacchan's back, catching his attention. Once his friend saw what was bothering him, he glares at them, letting his hands smoke.
The message clearly understood, the two look away.
On the front row however, a short boy with purple and ball shaped hair started to panic, causing a scene. Everyone around him were tried to calm him down. Looking up, Izuku reads Mineta.
But Aizawa sensei closes his phone, gives one sweep with his eyes, and declares that everyone has passed, causing silence.
"W-What?!" Most of the class yells, the teacher only smirks, hiding his projection able phone in his pocket. Mineta was the most vocal, he was shut up however, by the spikey haired girl, saying that of course he wouldn't expel anyone.
"It was a rational deception to draw out the limits of your quirks."
Izuku hears Iida mumbling, and after focusing, he realized that he was now admiring the teachers of UA for such strategies. His hands moving in that robotic pattern once more before covering his mouth with a hand.
At first, he thought that Iida was a bully at first, but in reality, and after spending some time with him, he realized that he was only earnest, making him chuckle.
"We're done here, you'll find hands out and information about the curriculum on your desk in class." The tiered voice announced before leaving them. Uraraka didn't waste time as she skips her way to him and Kacchan, deciding to accompany them back to class.
"Our quirks or so similar! I thought I was the only one with any gravitational quirk here in Japan." Uraraka says excitedly, skipping. Kacchan continuously glares at her, but it seems that she didn't care.
"Y-You searched?"
"Of course I searched, have you ever heard about my quirk?" She questions, tilting her head. Kacchan rolls his eyes at her attitude and mumbles something about secrets.
"W-Well, my mom has the same quirk as mine, so when I was a kid I thought it was common." He told her, that's when he noticed a shadow covering both him and Uraraka, they look up to find Iida.
"Midoriya-kun, Aizawa sensei wants to talk to you, he is near the teacher's lounge. He also wishes for you to not let anyone else accompany you." When he said the last part, he sends Kacchan a look, but Kacchan only growls at him.
"It's okay, he told me to meet him before we entered the gym, I just forgot."
"Fine. Don't be late, your dad's driving us home and it'll feel awkward waiting with him."
"Come on, he isn't that bad."
"I don't even know who he is here." He mumbles, glaring at the ground. Izuku winces, wanting to tell his friend the truth. Kacchan already knows that his step father works here, he just doesn't know which hero he is. But Toshinori said that his identity is a secret and only the staff, him and his mother, and a few of his own trusted friends knew of his alter ego for safety measures.
He feels very bad for keeping it a secret.
"You'll figure it out."
"No way!" Both boys turns around, remembering that they weren't alone. "Your dad works here! Is he going to teach the hero department too! Does he look like you?" Uraraka asks excitedly, he gives a nervous laugh.
"He's here and there, I don't think we'll see him. We don't really look like each other, we're-"
"As exciting it is to know that our fellow student is related to one of our teachers, Aizawa-sensei mentioned that this meeting is urgent." Izuku blinks, and does a mock bow before flying away.
"Sorry everyone, I won't be late!"
0o0o0
Kacchan watches his friend fly away, and then turns his gaze at the two that had found themselves surrounding his green haired friend a lot. His gaze was not friendly, especially not at robot freak.
"Listen," He demands, the two snapped their heads to his direction, giving him questioning looks. "I don't like bullies, or gold diggers." The two frown at him.
"So, I hate you," he jabs at Iida's chest. "For making Deku feel insecure for the whole test day. And you," He turns at her, only giving her a disgusted face. "I don't know what your deal is, but if you turned out to be his friend because you want something from him, then I'm not afraid to hurt you."
"…" Neither of the two had anything to say. Katsuki scoffs and starts walking away, but stopped when he heard the girl talk.
"You think I want to be friends with Mirdoirya-kun because I want something?" She said in an undignified tone. He turns around to see her face looking repulsed. "Midoriya-kun saved me in that test, if it weren't for him, I would be squished that day. Do you know how horrifying it is to see a large metallic arm close to just flatten you by the second?"
Her voice was shaky, her hands were now trembling. Kacchan suddenly felt horror as he realizes the girl was close to crying.
"You don't. Because you're mister talented, Aizawa sensei mentioned it, and I bet every other teacher will mention it too. But really, I don't think you deserve that. Midoriya-kun deserves it, he was willing to give up his enrollment into this school to s-save me from g-getting- g-getting-"
Robot freak was, ironically enough, freaking out. Trying to calm her, his robot like movements moving wildly as he too realizes where this was going.
But Katsuki was struck speechless as she explodes on him.
"So shut up! You're a real big meanie, and I don't know why a kind person like Midoriya-kun hangs out with you. I already heard from everyone how nasty you act, and the only reason I didn't try to stay away with you is because Midoriya-kun generally likes you. Because he saved me, and I admire him, not because I want to … to sleep with him!" She huffs, then before he knew it, gets slapped to the face.
The anti-gravity like feeling starts to encompass him completely. However, instead of the steady flow of being moved that he usually felt when Izuchan uses his quirk on him, he felt being weightless, as if his mass was not there to begin with, as if nothing anchored him to reality. His body moves up entirely together, not his legs getting swept up or being tugged by the chest like usual.
He slams the ceiling, the round faced girl staring at him angrily as robot freak tries to calm everyone down.
Sighing, the guy looks up and says what was in his mind as well.
"I do apologize for alienating Midoriya-san. My brother has consulted me about my attitude and I do try to limit it, I have been worse when I was a child believe it or not." He then frowns. "But I will not be silent when I have an opinion. I will not stand idle when I see something wrong is occurring as well. Your attitude is rather rude, Bakugou-san. It's not only me who needs to apologize or be wary of one's own brashness."
He then bows down.
"Please forgive me, and please apologize to Uraraka-san."
After a tense moment, of the girl still angrily glaring at him, with her hands around her chest, and the robot freak bowing down, he sighs.
"I'm sorry."
That physically hurt.
"I'm used to Deku being bullied and taken advantage of, so it's the first thing that I thought." That hurt more, because he couldn't always stop it from happening. "It's why he's a nervous wreck in the first place."
Because he's a failure in protecting him, and it fucking hurts thinking about it, knowing how much his promise wasn't being fulfilled.
"Release." He hears, and saw the girl had her hands in a triangle-esque shape. Not a second later, he found himself slamming the ground, hard.
"What the fuck?! WARN A GUY FIRST!"
"You still deserve worse." She said in a revolted voice, huffing and snaps her eyesight to the side as if she sniffed something horrid. Robot guy looks up smiling at the both of them.
"This is fantastic! We are already forming a relationship."
"With him, I'd rather eat snails first." She said, pouting. Katsuki returns the attitude. "Same here angel face."
"But, I'll forgive him, because he was looking out for his friend." She said thoughtfully, her finger now on her lips and looking upwards. "I guess that's why Midoriya-kun likes you. Because you're really a soft ball inside."
"I am not a soft ball."
"Whatever Bakugou, I know the truth! Iida-kun knows it too, ne Iida-kun?" She turns, the guy nods. "You two honestly look cute together! Oh …" Something just passed her eyes, and Katsuki found himself fearing for what was to come.
"Oh … my … god! That's it! You-"
"Shut the fuck up, shut that fucking whore mouth of yours bitch!" He tries, and robot freak sends him a shocked and horrified look, scolding was about to come out of his mouth for his probably 'vulgar' words but he was cut off by the angel girl.
"You like him!"
"I-I do not! He's my best friend, and he needs someone to protect him."
"You are in love~" she sings, he was about to throw an explosion at her but was stopped when they heard talking coming from the corner. He stands up, dusting himself off and glaring at the two.
"So cute! Two total polar opposites, sweet Midoriya and savage Bakugou."
"Tell Deku, and you two are dead." He promises, ignoring her last statement. Robot freak still looks horrified at his attitude and nods, while Angel face still giggles, clapping her hands a bit. She then skips, dragging the robot guy away.
He glares at them, his hands twitching, ready to hit something, anything.
That- That- That BITCH.
"Hey, are you alright?" He hears, and turns around to find the red haired guy who's been bugging him all day. He has this concerned look, and-
Shit, no one but his own family, Izuchan, or Izuchan's family every showed concern for him. As well as his junior high consultant, but that guy gets paid to be worried.
He steams off, the boiling feeling of his hands cooling down.
"Yes, whatever. Where's our class, I'm lost."
"Oh, is that why you were angry? It's cool man, I get lost sometimes too. But you know what they say …" He grins as he gives a heroic pose. "Men always get lost."
That's a stereotype. Katsuki thought, but didn't say anything as he lets the red head continue talking and drag him to whatever hallways they were supposed to take.
0o0o0
Todoroki Shouto found himself waiting with Aizawa-sensei, being called out after the test and waiting in front of the teacher's room for someone else.
Aizawa-sensei doesn't tell him why he was called, but he was willing to wait if it meant that he was going to get the explanation once and be done with it.
That's when he spies a green haired floating boy.
Midoriya Izuku, unruly green hair with an unusual sight of freckles on his face, something that wasn't really liked among Asians which led him to believe that Midoriya is of mixed origins.
He was also the student who should have failed their exams. He noticed how he skipped half of the tests, refusing it and noted how the teacher added a zero to his scores. Yet he still gained 11th place instead of the last one. Something he detests.
It was cheating.
And that was how he found his respect for his teacher plummeting down. For this test didn't count for any rescue points at all, only pure scoring.
"You finally decided to join us?" Aizawa sensei asked monotonously, Midoriya nods timidly.
"Good. I bet you two are wondering why I called you here." They both nod. The scruffy looking teacher pulls out two stacks of papers, and gives them each one. Midoriya's stack was noticeably larger.
"These are your disability statement and benefits papers." Todoroki blinks, and looks at his paper with his one working eye.
It really was, it was signed and stamped by the government proclaiming his blindness in one eye. Looking up suspiciously, he saw Midoriya paling at the sight of his own paper, his eyes roaming over it in speed.
"You aren't the first two to come to school with this kind of restriction. Usually, powerful quirk results in hindering trauma to one's body, especially to a child who couldn't control it. Take present Mic for example, he wore hearing aids up until attending UA. I was legally blind as well." He told them, they both looked up, surprised.
"Some families are too poor, or aren't rich enough, to accommodate for their children's quirk and its back draws. Sometimes, the injuries aren't a result of the quirk, but a villain attack. It is also one of the main reason the support department has been built, it isn't just to make heroes more powerful, but to aid others in control, that's the tech side anyways. That is why UA has a health plan for such situations."
"True that!" Midoriya flinches and he himself suppressed his wince at the loud sound. A blond with speakers attached to his neck and a leather outfit waltzed by, settling his arm on Aizawa-sensei's shoulders.
"Kind of how we became buddies." He says proudly, and if Todoroki was poetic, he would have described him as a rising sun, shinning on everyone's eyes and forcefully awakening them from their sleep.
"Get your elbows off of me." It seems Aizawa-sensei agrees.
"You wound me, Shota." He told him but turns his grin back at the two. "It's unfortunate, really, how some people are born with protection against their own quirks and others don't. But that doesn't bring us down! Instead, we strive to work against it, no matter the odds. You two are the only ones in the hero department that needs to get in the program, and we're trying to wiggle out other children that are hiding their own problems so that we could help them."
He then takes out two slips of papers and gives it to them, this time they were of equivalent size.
"Your appointment schedule with Recovery Girl. You two need to visit her on these times. It is mandatory." His voice was slightly louder. "Trust me, she'll try to do her best. Unfortunately, not all problems could be solves. Her quirk analyzes injuries, uses her own energy to heal, or the other option, uses the person's own stamina to boost their healing process. She can't do the first option as much as she used to, she's an aging woman after all."
"It was how his hearing was healed. It was also how my eyes were healed, when I wasn't old enough and couldn't afford a laser eye surgery." Aizawa-sensei comments. "It wasn't a severe problem as yours Midoriya-kun."
Snapping his attention to the green haired boy, he witnessed how the twinkling in his eyes dimmed at what he was told.
"She might be able to help you though, Todoroki-Kun." Directing his attention back to his teacher, he nods.
"First checkup!" Present Mic proclaims, pointing at Todoroki, and the walks to the nurse's office, obviously expecting him to follow. He take a sneaky glance back to see a depressed looking Midoriya looking at the ground.
Is that was why his scoring was altered.
What was his disability?
Twisting around to follow his new teacher, he couldn't help but hear Aizawa-sensei talking to Izuku.
"You know, I can bring your father from the teacher's lounge to sit with you through examination."
"You know about that?"
0o0o0
"It's too delicate for me to do anything." Izuku remembers, waving goodbye at his friend who was just dropped at his house. The car moves away from him as Toshinori drives back to his house – their house.
"I'm afraid that speeding up the healing will not be beneficial, as your condition will stay the same. You have already done as much as a person could, and after looking at your medical papers, I'm surprised that they never called me." He moves his hands, trying to return any kind of feeling to his now miserable state.
"I can only help return some feelings to your leg, but not your motor functions. Fear not, young Midoriya," she said, smiling at him. "You can become a great hero even without your motor functions."
"How was your visit with Recovery Girl?" Toshinori asks, Izuku sags into himself, not saying anything. He had declined Aizawa-sensei's offer and decided to go in alone. After a while, Toshinori sighs but gives him smile before turning his eyes back on the road.
And that was really all he needed. Izuku felt the sadness ebb away slowly, a small smile tugging on his lips.
"She says it's amazing how far I've gone."
"She's not lying." He told him, his smile getting bigger.
"That I can be a great hero even with how I am now."
"Did you really doubt what your friends and family have been telling you?" Toshinori chuckles, and Izuku laughs a bit.
"Thanks for telling me that … dad …"
It was at that moment that Toshinori splurts out blood from his mouth.
Izuku freaks out, Toshinori also freaks out, for the front window is now covered in blood. Everything moved too fast. He wasn't sure when he stated screaming, but he tried to use his quirk to clean off the blood from the windshield. Toshinori taking out his handkerchief and pushing the hazard sign at the same time to warn whoever was behind them.
It ended with him, inside the car, while it was midair, and Toshinori speaking to the police officer, apologizing to him.
Looking down, he saw two people with their phones out taking either a picture or a video. Izuku recedes back inside the car and hides his face in shame.
Oh god, he really needs to learn how to control his quirk.
Once they returned home, it was to his hysterical mother fretting over the two of them, and Uncle Masaru face palming and shaking his head.
He was surprised however, to find an old man sitting in their living room, napping. He was very short, and his hair was pearly white from age.
"Uh…"
"Oh, he's here, my … the time really has went by." Toshinori said, still trying to not to look at him, Izuku wasn't complaining, he was trying to ignore him too. Especially after what happened today. He didn't know that calling Toshinori dad would cause him to react like that.
Of course he would be surprised, he wasn't married before, and he never had a son before, so he doubts anyone else called him dad. Izuku wanted to hit his head, he should have started calling him that when they weren't driving.
But really, spurting blood for being called dad was a bit too much, and it might have hurt his confidence a bit, he wasn't sure.
"Come on, wake up old man." Toshinori pokes said old man, and his eyes snapped open.
Toshinori was hit on the head.
"Who are you calling old man?" Toshinori steps back, rubbing his head with a disgruntled look.
"Oh, Toshinori. You ungrateful little brat. I might not remember it, but I know that you invited me here. Now you have the audacity to be late too? You and your hero life getting into your head." Izuku was pretty sure that Toshinori was silently crying, but he couldn't tell.
"Please, Torino-sensei."
"I am not your home teacher anymore you dolt." Izuku watches in wonder as Toshinori drops his head.
Who was this man?
To bring All Might to feel shame so easily?
W-wait … Torino? Gran Torino!
Izuku, not wasting any time, flies out to his room and snatching his older notebooks, knowing well that he has written about this name. Finding it, he lets out a sound of excitement as he realizes who it was. He floats back into the living room, seeing the old man still berating his step-father.
"Um, Gran Torino-san, c-can you sign this for me?" He said, shyly poking out from behind Toshinori. The old man stops and stares at him for a moment.
He lefts up his cane, and Izuku has a terrified moment where he thought that he was going to be hit by it.
Only to find the cane hitting Toshinori.
"You really are an ungrateful brat! How come I never heard of you having a son!"
"That's why I called you here, please stop hitting me sensei." The blond tries to stop him. Izuku hears laughter coming from the kitchen. He looks there to see his mother and Uncle Masaru stifling their laughter. Turning back to watch the duo, he had to admit, it really was an entertaining scene.
"Hmph. Move aside, brat. Let me see the boy." The blond immediately stepped away, the old man was now standing in front of him directly. Humming, he steps closer to look at him …
… and then hits him in the head.
"So rude, sit down so I can see you in the eyes." Izuku nods and immediately sits down on the floor. The man was now staring at him, although he couldn't really tell how with his eyes closed.
He gives him a smile and a nod after long awkward minutes of staring.
"What a nice and polite child you have, who would have thought that a brat like you will have someone like him, that goes to your wife as well?" Toshinori spurts out blood for the second time that day.
0o0o0
The next day found the older Bakugou in their household a relaxed morning.
"It was hilarious, Mitsuki. Toshinori's old teacher really did treat him like a brat, but would immediately change attitude with Inko and Izuku." He laughs, his wife shakes her head, setting their snack bowl on their coffee table. They opened up the television and she flops herself on him.
Masaru stifles his 'oomph'. She grins.
"My, oh my, there isn't any more doubt now about Toshinori being a hero. I shouldn't be surprised though, there are some unknown heroes. Did you hear the brat talk all dinner? Complaining this and that about his homeroom teacher."
"Izuku told me about him. Turns out he is an underground hero. Eraserhead."
"Never heard of him. So Toshinori might be the same."
"Do you want to know what I really think, Mitsuki, I don't care. As long as he doesn't bring any trouble to Inko and her son." She pats him on the chest, smiling at him. He takes a handful of chips and chews it all in one intake.
"If I didn't know how far your friendship was with her, I would have thought you're having an affair."
Masaru chokes on his newly chewed chips. Gulping it down, he looks away as he talks.
"Mitsuki, that is a very disturbing image, please stop." He complains, not the first time hearing it from his wife. "She's like a sister."
"I know, I know." She laughs, reaching the remote and changing the channel, they stop at the news, where reporters were trying to talk to UA students about All Might's new occupation.
"Fucking vultures. Remember how they used to hound you?"
"At work? Yeah. They really had no reason to butt into our lives. I just hope Katsuki isn't-" His hopes were dashed before he could finish the sentence, as he watches the familiar car he now associated with Inko's husband pull up, and two boys stepping out of it.
Izuku was waving to whoever was in the car, Toshinori no doubt, and Katsuki just glares at the lenses.
"That brat." His wife sighs, shaking her head. Masaru laughs. When people usually said like father like son, in his family's case, it was like mother like son.
Just when the camera turns around at Izuku, all the three Bakagu's tense. The mic hovering close to the green haired boy.
The reporter was about to ask a question but was stopped by a horn.
"S-Sorry, my dad's calling me." He immediately flies away to the now open window, only blond hair could be seen from it as Izuku talks with him. After a while, Izuku nods and turns around. Instead of passing by the reporters, he plainly floats up above them to avoid them, landing in front of the gate and passing it without any fanfare.
Masaru and Mitsuki relaxed.
"Thank fuck, the kid's a nervous wreck as he is." His wife said before standing up.
"I'm making tea, which one do you want?" Mitsuki announces, standing up. Masaru looks away from the television and answers with "Coffee."
"Really."
"Who drinks tea with chips?"
"Who drinks coffee with chips?"
"Overworked students?"
"Are you an overworked student?"
"Just- Who drinks tea with chips!?"
0o0o0
Katsuki has been glaring at the board as he tries to ignore everyone.
Izuku was talking to his new friends. Something new that he never felt before fills up his heart whenever he thought about it. Surprisingly enough, neither of them really want to hurt Izuchan, and he looked very happy having new friends.
He likes Izuchan being happy, so he begrudgingly lets them close.
On the other end of the spectrum, he got a tag along. Something that he hasn't experiences since kindergarten. Having someone who always hangs out around him even after he so obviously made sure that they knew he hated their company. Kirishima Eijirou, the red head that he met yesterday, was now joined by a Kaminari Denki, a blond that obviously dyed his hair in a lightning shape.
What was he? 10 years old?
He groans, dropping his head and covering it with his arms, Kirishima laughs at his tortured situation.
That fucker knew?! HE KNEW HE WASN'T ENJOYING THIS?!
Glaring at him, ready to punch him, he stops when he noted how Izuchan was giving him a confused look, but then he smiles, floating to his chair.
"It's really cool that you have new friends now!" He said excitedly, Angle face and Robot Freak joining in the conversation.
Katsuki groans, hiding his face once more, ignoring the conversation entirely.
The door was slammed open.
"I am here!" Was heard, his ears twitched as he frowning.
Doesn't Izuchan's step-skeleton say that when he arrives home?
Slowly, ever so slowly, he looks up at sees a very muscular blond stepping in. Smiling all the way.
Impossibly daisy blond colour.
Dark skin.
English words.
Closed off eyes most of the time.
What.
The.
Fuck.
He slowly looks behind him, sending the most hateful glare he could muster at his friend.
What. The. FUCK?!
"Deku." He growls, and Izuku flinches, sending him an apology through looks alone.
"S-Sorry." He whispers, but Katsuki was already fired up.
"Why the fuck didn't you tell me." He says, managing to not tip off anyone else to their conversation but still making sure that Izuku knows how angry he was.
Izuku tries to hide under his table.
"Bakugou-kun, please listen to our conversation and continue your discussion with Midoriya-kun later." All Might says, Bakugou glares at him, making sure all the heat of his gaze could be felt by the pro hero.
'I know you.'
0o0o0
Masaru leans back a bit, his eyes narrowed at the screen. They were showing All Might's picture, and he couldn't help but remember the day Katsuki was saved by him from that sludge villain.
What exciting life his son leads, he sighs shaking his head. Finding it amusing how his son gets saved by blonds many times, even as a child.
He frowns himself on the sofa when something clicks in his mind.
Toshinori usually wears the exact same thing All Might was seen wearing that day.
Raising from his warm sofa, he ran to his desk and opened up his computer, an intuition starting to form in his mind.
"Don't … please don't … just tell me I'm wrong …"
Opening the video clip of that villain attack. He then takes out his phone and opens up a picture of Inko and Toshinori together, luckily the same one that had the man wearing the same outfit, one that he was always seen wearing up until recently, when he started wearing a black coloured baggy shirt.
All Might's shirt was ruined in that day.
They both had the same exact belt. The same exact BELT.
They both have the same shade of blond hair, the same skin, and if he was willing to wager, the same eye colour. Something that All Might doesn't really show.
His phone fell on the floor, as he drops himself on his chair, rubbing the side of his head.
"Mitsuki!"
0o0o0
Toshinori wanted to sweat. Moving the children after they got their uniforms, he could already feel young Bakugou's eyes on him, and it felt too conferential for a child to have such a glaze.
That's when his phone rang. Some of the students who were already outside were surprised by the childish song that came out. When in reality, it was Inko's favorite music intro to a show that they watch. Non-pulsed, he took out his phone to look the message, since he assigned the tone only to her and izuku.
Izuku was in the changing rooms.
From: Inko-chan!
Message: Masaru and Mitsuki know about your identity.
Freezing, he slowly looks up at young Bakugou, who was still glaring.
'Shit.'
AN:-
For the record, I'm not a man, and I get lost as well. I mean, I can tell where I am with a map, but without one … let's just say that highways are easier than normal city streets. (Everyone hates me for this).
Posting this one day earlier, because I have a wedding tomorrow. (My brother's wedding).
Also, I might not (or might, who knows) post next week.