Chapter Four:

Shouto stared at his phone glumly. Around 9pm, he'd texted, Sorry, I just got out of work, can we still meet? But Izuku had not replied.

Izuku must be furious about being stood up, and it was completely understandable. Only a total jerk would delay dinner, then be an hour late for the delayed time, then have the nerve to still want to reschedule. Shouto ought to have at least sent a text message sooner. But he'd been in a state of shock after The Incident. Then he'd been hustled into a police car and taken to his father, who'd shouted at him. Enji seemed to be under the impression that Shouto had disobeyed orders and sought out Black Rabbit, but nothing could be further from the truth—Black Rabbit was hunting Shouto! Strangely Enji had even accused Shouto of flirting with a villain, a misunderstanding Shouto had desperately tried to straighten out.

Next Enji had shoved Shouto into a new costume and then in front of a crowd of reporters to pretend that he was fine, he was confident that he could catch Black Rabbit, and the mission had been a success because the civilian hostage had been rescued. After listening to half a dozen jokes about wardrobe malfunctions, Shouto was ready to turn into a villain and slaughter the media with his flames.

When Shouto had been finally released, his mouth hurt from faking smiles and he was an hour late for his date. This was the worst. Izuku would never want to see him again, and Shouto couldn't blame him.

While wallowing in his misery, Shouto took a moment to send an even bigger bouquet of flowers and a check to the poor scarred civilian in the hospital. That guy must be insanely unlucky to get taken hostage by Black Rabbit twice. Apparently the poor man had now broken both his legs and both his arms.

Fuyumi poked her head into Shouto's room. Her sympathetic gaze took in his haggard appearance. "I'm sorry, little brother. The media will move on after a couple weeks. There's always a new scandal. Some of us heroes are going out drinking. You should come along, that will cheer you up."

Shouto could use a distraction. He stood up. "Let me splash some water on my face, then I'll be ready to go."

When Inko walked into the room, Izuku was sitting on Hisashi's lap and sobbing. His eyes were red and puffy. He'd already soaked the front of his father's suit jacket.

Immediately, Inko asked, "Who do we need to kill?"

"No killing," Izuku said between sniffles.

Hisashi growled, "It's that damn Todoroki brat."

Izuku wailed, "He hates me now! He even called me the most despicable villain he'd ever met…I'm the worst…I never meant to hurt him…"

Inko punched her fist into her palm. "Beat him up a few times, it did wonders for my love life."

"I already did that!" Izuku sniffled. "It didn't work!"

Toshinori ran into the room. "I heard crying! Who made the baby cry? Let's kill the bastard!"

"No killing!" Izuku screamed. He blew his nose on his father's suit. "All of you are just making it even worse. I don't blame Shouto. This is all my fault, I just want to make it right."

Hisashi exchanged glances with his two partners that mutually conveyed that they couldn't leave while Izuku was crying, but murder was on the table as a later option. Stroking his son's hair, Hisashi said, "Poor ducky. What happened?"

"I accidentally…ripped Shouto's shirt…now he hates me…" Izuku sobbed. Soon he'd mostly flooded the floor with his tears.

Toshinori whistled. "Your other father used to get so upset about his suits."

Hisashi glared. "You ripped them deliberately, you philistine!"

Izuku wailed, "It was an accident! What should I do?"

Hisashi looked off into the distance, considering. "Hmm. I have always been of the opinion that if you love someone, you ought to lock them in a cage and smother them with affection until they either love you back or die."

Toshinori groaned. "Oh, no you don't. We are not doing the bank vault again."

"Agreed," Inko said. "We talked about this, dearheart. You promised that you got rid of all your bank vaults when I was pregnant. In exchange, I foreswore any vengeance for de-throning me as empress though I reserved the right to bring it up passive-aggressively every argument."

Hisashi coughed. "There are plenty of uses for a bank vault besides putting people in them. I might have kept one or two around."

Izuku stared. "…Bank vault?"

"Never you mind," Toshinori said quickly. "Don't listen to the wannabe demon king chuunibyou, listen to me."

Izuku considered. "Yes, I suppose you're my most normal parent and you even have a fanclub. How do you get people to love you?"

Toshinori rubbed his chin. "I just stand there and they tend to fall in love with me, which is puzzling."

Izuku looked up at Hisashi. "What were you saying about vaults?"

"No!" Toshinori and Inko shouted together.

Inko rubbed her forehead. "Weren't you dressed as Black Rabbit when this incident occurred? So Shouto Todoroki doesn't even know it was you. He only thinks that Black Rabbit is a despicable villain."

"Oh!" Izuku leapt up. He checked his phone. "Hey, Shouto still wants to meet me!"

"See, no bank vaults necessary," Toshinori said, glaring at Hisashi.

"What should I say?" Izuku waved his hands. "I didn't reply for an hour, how rude. There's another message from Hitoshi…I promised him a meal…what am I going to do? Should I take them both to dinner and then sneak between tables?"

"Enough of this soap opera nonsense." Toshinori grabbed Izuku's phone to prevent him from texting. "It's too late to go out tonight. Tell Hitoshi that you'll meet him for lunch tomorrow, and ask Shouto when is convenient for him since he has a busy schedule."

"Thanks, normal dad." Izuku kissed Toshinori on the cheek, took back his phone, and skipped off. He hummed under his breath, "I'm not hated, all is right in the world."

Looking after her son, Inko asked, "Do you think it's a love triangle?"

"Ah, youth!" Hisashi beamed. "I think ducky should have as many love interests as possible in order to milk them for presents and steal their quirks."

Fuyumi led Shouto to a table at the bar with Katsuki, Inasa, and Natsuo.

Shouto perked up very slightly when he saw his older brother. "Natsuo, you could make it?"

Natsuo waved. "Fuyumi said you needed some cheering up. Besides, it's been too long since we've last seen each other."

"Yeah, I've been busy with work." Shouto sat down. Natsuo had a weak steam-producing quirk, so he was the only living Todoroki sibling who had not become a hero. Instead, Natsuo had recently graduated from medical school and started working as a doctor. Needless to say, work kept Natsuo very busy too. That made it difficult for the siblings to find time to spend together.

From the bottles spread around, the others had already started drinking. Katsuki was chugging whiskey straight from the bottle.

Maybe Katsuki had the right idea. Shouto grabbed a beer and drank it as fast as possible. He still felt terrible. He opened another beer.

Gently, Natsuo asked, "Hey, why the long face? Fuyumi said you had a scandal at work. Don't let it bug you. It was just some abs, not like you lost your pants."

Shouto twitched. Natsuo seemed to realize that this subject was sensitive. "Uh, want to talk about TV shows instead?"

"I'm too busy to watch TV." Glowering, Shouto drank some more.

Katsuki cried, "Yeah, what's the big deal just because Half and Half lost his shirt on TV? I go around shirtless all the time and no one makes a fuss about it. My abs are even more muscular!"

Swaying and face flushed, Inasa said, "It's probably because you take off your shirt all the time. It's not special."

"Huh? So that's it?" Katsuki stiffened. Whirling around, he pulled up Shouto's shirt. "Expose those pansy abs of yours so the public gets used to it."

"Stop that, you drunk!" Shouto tried to fend Katsuki off, but he was too tipsy to move very well. To his irritation, someone at a neighboring table snapped a picture. It would be easier if Shouto could use his powers, but the laws were strict and did not let him use his quirk off-duty. Sometimes Shouto could get away with special privileges as Endeavor's son, but not with people around him watching and taking pictures.

"He said stop." Natsuo reached over and yanked Katsuki away. Katsuki was too drunk to even notice. His head lolled and his fingers twitched in the air.

Pulling down his shirt, Shouto asked, "Can we go somewhere more private?"

Fuyumi said, "This place has a private room for parties. I'm willing to cover the fee for it."

They all moved to the private room, dragging along a semi-conscious Katsuki.

Shouto checked his phone. Still no reply from Izuku. His shoulders sagged. Izuku must be furious, and rightfully so.

Natsuo noticed. "Bro, why so fussed over your phone? Are you dating someone?"

Shouto flushed scarlet.

"Bullseye?" Natsuo blinked in surprise. "Aw, my baby brother has his first love!"

Shouto slumped down in his chair. "It's not like that. No one would ever want to date me."

Shocked noises came from around the table. Inasa protested, "But you're so cool and popular! Everyone admires you, including me."

"Gossip time! Spill all your secrets!" Katsuki grabbed Shouto and placed a bottle to his mouth, forcing him to drink. "Heh, if you start dating someone then your fanclub will abandon you. Do it! Confess your love and take yourself off the market!"

Fuyumi growled, "Hey, Shouto doesn't have much tolerance." She froze Katsuki in an icicle, and he dropped to the floor.

"Should you have done that, sis?" Natsuo asked, toeing the body.

Fuyumi rubbed her forehead. "No one is watching. Besides, Katsuki might have a temper but he doesn't tell tales to Endeavor. Inasa, could you take Katsuki home?"

"Sure, I'm happy to help." Inasa lifted Katsuki over his shoulder and headed out.

After the door closed, Natsuo said, "Okay, now that it's just family here, time to spill on your crush! Who is it? I bet you have more of a chance than you realize. You're a cool hero!"

Shouto swayed in his seat drunkenly. His entire face was flushed. "Being a hero is nothing. I can't even keep one promise to meet for dinner. This is why I don't have any friends."

"That's not true," Fuyumi said. "Inasa wants to be your friend. He admires you a lot."

"He admires me because I'm strong," Shouto muttered, his sweaty hair flopped over his forehead. He raised his voice. "Why does everyone expect me to win all the time? Can't I lose once? Or will Dad throw me away as soon as I lose?"

Fuyumi's face fell. "Oh, Shouto. That's not—" She hesitated, her desire to comfort warring with honesty on her face.

"It doesn't matter what Dad thinks," Natsuo said forcefully. "You can take a break when you need one. Come crash at my place anytime. I don't want you to end up like Touya. Everyone needs a break."

Shouto reached for a bottle, but his hand kept missing.

Fuyumi held it away. "I think you've had enough."

"I miss him," Shouto said sadly. Then he clamped his hand over his mouth and blushed.

"Oh-ho!" Natsuo grinned. "Baby brother has a crush."

"I don't," Shouto mumbled. "Maybe? I don't know how I feel about him. He's nice and very smart—he's one of my classmates. I like him and I want to spend time with him."

Natsuo asked, "How would you feel if he liked someone else?"

Shouto looked away. "Not good, but I wouldn't want to interfere."

"Sounds like a crush," Natsuo pronounced.

"You're so kind, Shouto," Fuyumi said. "Maybe he likes you too."

Head lolling, Shouto mumbled, "I doubt it, I've only shown him my weak and pathetic sides."

Natsuo slapped him on the back. "Have some confidence, you're Japan's rising star. At least you fell in love with someone normal unlike the rest of our family."

"Hey!" Fuyumi hissed. "I don't like Miruko, she's just following me around." Fuyumi stared off into the distance. "Following me around…being all charming and cool…acting like she knows me when she doesn't! I'm perfectly happy following the rules. I like helping people."

Natsuo rolled his eyes. "No one but our father will be happy if his kids devote themselves to fulfilling his dreams. You should have gotten out, like me. Then you might have people besides villains asking you out on dates."

Fuyumi elbowed Natsuo. "Like you have any right to talk. Your dating life is an even bigger trainwreck than mine. Shouto, did you know that every time Natsuo dates someone they always turn out to be secretly a villain?"

"Really?" Shouto gasped.

Fuyumi nodded. "During his foray with online dating, he went on dates with Tomura Shigaraki, Spinner, Lady Nagant, Mr. Compress, and Curious. He kept on trying because he thought that he'd finally gone through all of Japan's eligible villains, but next he got America's top villain Star and Smite. After that disastrous date nearly led to the fall of the Japanese government, he gave up and deleted his profile."

Rubbing his chin, Shouto said, "I wonder if we could weaponize this. Natsuo, if I give you pictures of crime suspects then could you tell me which one you find the most attractive?"

Natsuo glared. "I just had bad luck, okay? And I quit dating to focus on my career, not because I believe in the family curse."

Shouto wondered if his father had been right about Todorokis all being attracted to villains. Jeez, Shouto was glad he didn't have that problem. He liked shy, sweet, normal boys—like Izuku.

The chime of his phone made Shouto jump. He glanced down. "Hey, Izuku texted me back! He wants to meet tomorrow! I'd better go home and sober up." Shouto leapt to his feet and ran straight into a wall.

Fuyumi and Natsuo helped Shouto home.

Slurping up his ramen, Hitoshi asked, "So now you've successfully recruited the Rabbit Villain Miruko? You're moving up in the villain world."

Izuku let his head fall to the table. "Don't remind me. Miruko wanted me to be her apprentice. I don't know how she'll take the media declaring me to be her leader. Anyway, thank you for warning me about Dabi's attack. I'll buy you meals for the rest of college in gratitude."

Hitoshi raised an eyebrow. "I thought you'd be annoyed at me, given how it turned out."

"No matter how bad that mess might have gotten—" Izuku shivered as he remembered certain horrible words leaving Shouto's mouth. "—it would have been even worse if a street block full of people, including Shouto, got blown up."

"True." Hitoshi wiped his mouth. "I won't say no to the meals."

Izuku had a feeling his impoverished classmate wouldn't. Slapping the table, Izuku said, "Order anything else you want, it's on me."

The table tipped over. Hitoshi gazed sadly as his ramen bowl flew through the air and landed face-down. "My ramen…"

"Sorry, I'll buy another one," Izuku said meekly. "In fact, I'll do even better. How would you like an interview with the real All Smite for your research paper?"

Hitoshi's eyes lit up. "No one would ever believe I spoke to the real All Smite, but I could ask him to confirm some of my hypotheses. Honestly, I just want to meet him. It would make my entire school year if I could talk to All Smite even once. If that's possible."

Izuku grinned. "You'd be surprised how easy it would be for me."

Shouto was out jogging, a cold mask covering his face as a disguise. Upon seeing Izuku and Hitoshi eating lunch through a restaurant window, he screeched to a halt. They looked friendly. Did that mean Hitoshi didn't steal the handkerchief? Izuku gave it voluntarily? Did…Izuku like Hitoshi?

Shouto's heart clenched. He recalled his brother asking How would you feel if he liked someone else?

Perhaps Shouto's answer back then had been a lie, because he had a strong urge to interfere.

Shouto pushed open the restaurant door and headed over. The two at the table looked up. He tugged down his face mask and smiled. "Fancy meeting you here."

Izuku smiled in return. (What a sweet smile! Like an angel!) Hitoshi raised a hand in greeting, but Shouto shunned the interloper.

Turning to Izuku, Shouto said, "I'm sorry I kept you waiting so long last night."

Waving his hands, Izuku said, "No, no, I, uh, had something going on too."

How kind and considerate! Izuku had probably made that up for Shouto's sake. Shouto pushed back his bangs in a way that his fans found charming, and said, "I'm free right now."

Izuku gestured at the table. "Please sit down and join us."

Shouto took a seat across from Hitoshi, glaring. Hitoshi kept slurping his ramen as if nothing else mattered to him. Clearly he was not a considerate date and thus unworthy of Izuku.

"My, it's hot in here." Shouto took off his jacket, glaring at his rival in challenge. He even tugged down his collar slightly.

With a cracking sound, the glass in Izuku's hand shattered.

Oh, no! Izuku might get caught for having a quirk! Shouto leapt to the rescue. "That glass must have already had a crack in it. Oh, dear, is your hand hurt?"

Robotically, Hitoshi said, "Yes, the glass definitely had a crack. I saw it."

"I'm okay." Izuku held out his hand.

"Good, you don't appear to be injured," Shouto said, daring to take the offered hand. For a medical examination, of course. It was positively a hero's duty. His heart beat faster.

Izuku smiled. "It's nice to have someone worry over me. I never really had friends before."

"You didn't?" Shouto couldn't understand why. Izuku was so nice!

Izuku looked away. "I moved around a lot for family reasons. When I was in elementary school, I played with Katsuki Bakugo—yes, the hero from your squad. But we lost touch after I moved."

Shouto twitched. Bakugo had better not be yet another rival! He hadn't even finished getting rid of Hitoshi yet. Speaking of which…Shouto leaned closer. "Would you like a tour of the heroes' headquarters? It might help you consider that job we spoke of." He turned a cool gaze on Hitoshi. "Sorry, it would only be the two of us. I can't invite just anyone."

Hitoshi frowned. "But we had plans for this afternoon."

"Right, that thing I promised you." Izuku laughed nervously. "I'll definitely take you up on that another time, Shouto."

Shouto frowned. It left an uneasy feeling in his stomach, that apparently Izuku and Hitoshi had secrets together. "You'll see me again later?" Shouto asked, his voice coming out a bit less confident than he'd hoped.

"Of course!" Izuku beamed. "Would you like to meet for dinner tonight? We can make up for missing out yesterday."

Shouto nodded. "It's a da…da…da…it's a dinner."

They both laughed awkwardly while Hitoshi stared wearily.

Watching the restaurant from behind a tree, Hisashi's fingers dug into the trunk deep enough to dig out the sap. Hisashi growled, "I want to murder that hero brat who made my ducky cry…but the bastard keeps sticking to Izuku…"

Inko tapped him on the shoulder. "We agreed, no murdering the possible boyfriend. Either of them. Now, I wouldn't necessarily rule out kidnapping them as a present for Izuku."

Toshinori grabbed them both and dragged them away. "No murder or kidnapping!"

As Hitoshi and Izuku walked down the street together, Hitoshi asked, "Was that okay?"

"Hmm?" Izuku looked up. "I did promise to introduce you to my pa—All Smite."

"Yeah, and I want that interview, but I felt like you wanted to go with Shouto more." Hitoshi rubbed the back of his neck. "That atmosphere in there was intense."

"It was?"

"I definitely felt like a third wheel."

"You did?"

A camera in a store window played a video clip declaring Black Rabbit to be the new top villain of Japan. Izuku squeaked and pulled his hood over his head, even though the TV wasn't showing his face.

In Izuku's distraction, he bumped into someone. "I'm sorry." Izuku looked up into the face of the Shouto Todoroki Fanclub President.

The president pointed. "It's the handkerchief thief!"

"I didn't steal anything!" Izuku protested. Why had he been falsely branded as a criminal in both his identities?

"Shouto Todoroki fans, assemble!" The president pulled out his phone.

Hitoshi said, "Shouto Todoroki is a total loser."

Izuku gasped. The president cried, "Heresy!"

Hitoshi ordered, "Stay there and don't move." Then he grabbed Izuku's hand and ran.

Ah, so Hitoshi had only said that in order to provoke the president into a reaction so he could use his brainwashing quirk. "Thanks," Izuku said as they fled.

Behind them, a scream came from the president.

Hitoshi hissed. "Someone else in the crowd must have bumped into him and disrupted my brainwashing."

"Let's hide." Izuku ducked into a clothing store. They headed for the changing rooms.

Unfortunately, hiding proved to be the wrong choice. Within minutes, the streets outside were swamped with angry fans wearing Shouto Todoroki T-shirts and headbands. Hitoshi groaned. "Your crush sure does have an intense fanbase."

"Ha-ha. Who said he was my crush?" Izuku's arms flailed.

"Don't break the changing store door! We'll get in even more trouble." Hitoshi rolled his eyes. "I already know. Hey…we're in a clothing store."

Izuku picked up on the idea at the same time. "We can get disguises."

They darted out, keeping their heads low as they grabbed clothing off the racks. Izuku also selected a handkerchief.

Hitoshi asked, "Why do you need that?"

Izuku glared. "I have to give Shouto a replacement for the one you took."

"You gave that to me."

"By accident!"

Hitoshi's eyes widened. "Is this why Todoroki keeps glaring at me? Jeez, way to drag innocent people into your drama." Looking down at the price tags, he paled. "On second thought, I can't afford any of this."

"Don't worry." Izuku held out his credit card. "It's on me."

Side by side, Izuku and Hitoshi strolled out of the clothing store. They both wore jet-black silk suits. Hitoshi had a dark grey silk tie, a fedora, and sunglasses. Izuku had added black gloves and a black coat like the one his dad favored with his suits. With the help of a store employee and some hairspray, Izuku had styled his hair to be a bit straighter. He couldn't entirely make the curls vanish. But he'd turned his hair more wavy and wild, with a forelock falling over one eye. Tall black boots let Izuku tower over Hitoshi.

The crowd of fans combed through the street in an orderly fashion. The president approached, reaching for Izuku's arm. "You—"

Imitating his dad's look of disdain, Izuku shook off the hand. In perfect English, he demanded, "What do you want?" His papa was half-American and had raised Izuku to be bilingual.

The president looked confused. In heavily accented English, he said, "Uh…I'm looking for a plain green-haired boy about this tall." He held up his hand, seeming to notice for the first time that Izuku was much taller than the person he sought.

"I haven't seen him," Izuku said coldly, tossing back his head and walking past.

Once they were safely away, Hitoshi laughed. "You were amazing."

Izuku looked down at his shaking hands. "I'm just glad I didn't trip in these boots." He wobbled.

Hitoshi offered an arm for support. "Let's get out of here."

With effort, Izuku climbed the stairs to his apartment and knocked on his parents' door. "Papa, I have someone who wants to meet you. He's a big fan."

But it was Hisashi who opened the door. He gasped upon seeing Izuku wearing a suit and overcoat. "My ducky…all grown-up into a proper villain…this is the happiest day of my life!" Hisashi collapsed to the floor of a pool of tears.

"Jeez, Dad, you're crying like me and Mom." Izuku laughed, stepping around the prone body. "Hitoshi, I have an awesome surprise for you. My papa is All Smite."

Hitoshi pointed at the crying villain on the floor. "He's All Smite? I'm a little disappointed."

Izuku shook his head. "No, that's my dad, All for One."

"A-All for One?" Hitoshi turned a sickly shade of green.

Inko walked into the living room. "What's this fuss about?"

"I brought a friend home." Izuku felt very proud of having friends now. "Mom, this is Hitoshi. Hitoshi, this is my mother, Inko."

Hitoshi trembled so hard his teeth chattered. "The Unstoppable Empress?"

"You guessed it!" Izuku laughed.

Hitoshi clasped his hand together as if praying and muttered.

"What are you doing?" Izuku asked.

"Praying for Shouto Todoroki's soul," Hitoshi said very seriously.

"What is all this commotion?" Toshinori followed Inko into the room, resting a hand on her shoulder.

Izuku said, "Hitoshi, this is my papa, All Smite. Papa, I promised Hitoshi an interview because he helped me save Shouto's life. He's writing a research paper on you."

"I'm a big fan," Hitoshi whispered, his eyes as wide as saucers.

Toshinori flashed the famous smile that had won him the biggest villain fanclub. "I'm happy to speak to you." The two of them left together.

Ignoring Hisashi still sobbing on the floor, Inko asked, "Did you have a good day, baby?"

"The best day! And it's not over yet." Izuku beamed. "I'm having dinner with Shouto tonight to make up for the one we missed."

"How lovely." Inko ran her eyes over Izuku's outfit. "You look like a fabulous villain, but that might not be the correct look for a first date. You don't want to scare this boy off, after all." She looped her arm through Izuku's and dragged him off. "I'm going to turn you into a heartbreaker."

OMAKE TIME!

Omake: Good News and Bad News

Shouto: Lay it on me, how bad is my reputation now that I lost to Black Rabbit?

Fuyumi: Actually, all the news is focused on you getting your shirt ripped.

Natsuo: The top headlines are reading "Shouto Todoroki abs reveal" and "My heart tore apart together with his clothes."

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Omake: The Date That Nearly Ended Japan, or Endeavor's Miniature Redemption Arc

Star and Smite: I had a difficult childhood. My parents threw me out because I have a quirk then refused to let me see my sister.

Natsuo: That's rough. I can empathize. My father never paid attention to me because I have a weak quirk, and he kept me away from my siblings while he trained them.

Star and Smite: I don't like bad parents no matter the type. Want me to handle your father the way I did my parents?

Natsuo: Oh, no, are you another villain? My dad is Endeavor, I doubt you could…why are you smiling? Where are you going?

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Omake: Natsuo's Bad Luck Streak Continues, or that Awkward Moment When You Find a Relative on a Dating Website

Natsuo: I'm here for our date.

Dabi: Holy shit NO! Natsuo, why on earth did you upload a fake picture?

Natsuo: Because I'm tired of people noticing me because of my famous father and I thought maybe if I lied about my identity I could date someone who wasn't a villain for once. But it looks like you recognized me at first sight. Do we know each other?

Dabi: Nope, nope, nope. (Runs away screaming.)

Natsuo: I know I shouldn't have catfished, but I thought I used a less handsome picture than my real self. Oh well, that guy looked sorta like another villain. I would swear I know him from somewhere—maybe the news. I give up on online dating.

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Omake: One Leg Bails on the Love Triangle

Shouto: Hitoshi Shinsou is my love rival!

Hitoshi: Absolutely not, you can have the boy with three supervillain parents. I confess I was tempted when I saw him wearing that coat, but now I'm stepping aside.

Shouto: Excuse me? Is my Izuku not good enough for you, handkerchief thief?

Hitoshi: I can't even be mad at you because I know what you're in for.