If don't own One Punch Man, nor do I own My Hero Academia. Each Franchise i owned by their respective owner..
ENJOY!
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The sun was setting over the horizon, and the other side of the begins to darken, as the clouds below the stratosphere began to slowly swirl into one, droplets of water began to hit the ground, before increasing it's intensity at a rapid pace.
Gripping the umbrella tight, Yagi held the kid close to him, sheltering him from the violent stream of water gushing out of the sky.
"That was...something, Sensei." Izuku remarked, his head resting against the side of Yagi's stomach.
"I can tell you're exhausted." Yagi said, caressing the boy's hair gently, "Wanna replenish your energy? I know a place nearby."
"Like um..like a restaurant?"
"How do you feel about Udon Noodles?" Yagi asked.
"S...sure. I'll take what I can get." Izuku accepted without a second thought.
They walked through the puddle of water above the asphalt, soaking their footwear. Yagi exhaled subtly. He didn't exactly have the motivation to take his dirty clothes into the laundry at this time. Telling the kid to run his errands would just make him feel like shit.
When they reached the mentioned Soba Noodle House, Yagi rubbed his soaked red shoes into the 'welcome' carpet to get some of the dirt off of it's lower parts.
Izuku too did the same, and afterwards, they entered the restaurant.
Yagi felt a surge of nostalgia reeling through him seeing the interior of the building. Nothing has changed much since he last worked here.
He took a seat at the corner of the area along with Izuku. A waitress approached them, asking them for their order.
"I'll take one Udon Noodle, same with the little guy." Yagi ordered, "Oh, don't forget, two hot choco, please."
"Is that all?" The waitress finished writing on the note.
"Yeah, that's all. Thanks." Yagi waved her away, as he shifted his attention back to the exhausted kid. Earlier, they were playing Whack-A-Mole, Ping Pong, and other sort of sports after all of that fiasco back at the bathhouse.
He could consider them as exercise, so there's still the merits in his so-called 'lesson'.
"All Might-Sensei..." Izuku's raspy voice suddenly entered his ear. Yagi noticed the snot coming out of his nose.
Shit.
"Kid, are you okay?" Yagi asked.
"Yeah, mostly.."
"Mostly my ass, look at your nose." Yagi grabbed a tissue, "Blow em all out on this."
Izuku grabbed the tissue, blowing all of his nose into it, before wiping the leftovers near his nose. He curled the tissue into a messy ball, before throwing them on the prepared tiny trashcan below the table.
"You should call in sick for tomorrow. I think you're getting a bit of a fever." Yagi suggested.
"I'm fine-"
Yagi sternly bared his eyes into Izuku's, his concern written all over his expression. This caused Izuku to gulp, swallowing all the words that he was going to say.
"Okay, I guess I'll call in sick for tomorrow." Izuku sighed. He felt the temperature of his body rising, followed by a slight fatigue and a headache.
"Shouldn't I pay for this?" Izuku suddenly asked.
Yagi was taken aback by this, before shaking his head, "Kid, unless you want to go into a marathon from here to my house, paying with my money sounds like the most sensible option."
Izuku looked at his Master with awe, as he lips curled into a smile, "Sensei, you're so kind..."
"Knock it off, goddammit. There's nothing 'kind' about this, it's just being decent." Yagi rebuked the kid.
Izuku couldn't help but feel his heart warmed by his Sensei's action of kindness, despite his continuous denial. Apart from Jirou, Yagi was one of the only ones who's ever been nice to him. Usually, when he's alone in school, people would endlessly pick on him, call him pathetic, or say that his dream is too far for him to reach just for sports.
His vision began to blur, as he felt a warm liquid streaming down his cheeks.
"Kid?" Yagi looked at Izuku in concern, "Hey, what's wrong?"
Izuku quickly wiped the tears from his face, "I- it's nothing."
If you want to be a hero so much, here's a piece of advise, take a swan dive from the nearest roof and hope for a quirk in your next life.
That line echoed in his mind suddenly. He grabbed a piece of tissue, before blowing his nose once again into it.
"You don't look fine to me." Yagi remarked.
"It's just..I mean.." Izuku hiccuped slightly, before continuing, "I never thought I'd be here, under your guidance, it felt like..everything that I've ever wanted is not too distant for me to reach. My dream is reignited and..I have hope again."
Yagi didn't know what to say to that.
Suddenly, Izuku wrapped his arms around the older man tightly, burying his face into his shoulder, squeezing him like dear life, "Thank you so much, Sensei."
Yagi was surprised by this sudden exchange of physical contact. He couldn't just stand by. He returned the gesture, rubbing the kid's back awkwardly, "Yeah... you're welcome."
"But I mean...you might get disappointed though." Yagi suddenly added, "Looking at how I am.."
"Sensei." Izuku removed himself from Yagi's embrace, "I-"
He was interrupted when a hand suddenly grabbed Yagi in his shoulder.
The hero looked to his side, only to see a man with raven hair and a chiseled chin staring at his eyes, glaring at him. He was wearing a black and white strip-themed tanktop, accompanied with a black jeans for his lower parts.
"Outside." The man said.
Izuku recognised this man. He was...
"Tanktop Blackhole?" Izuku said the name out loud.
The man didn't move from the acknowledgement..He seemed to only want Yagi's attention.
"No thank you. We're just waiting for our order here-"
"I already cancelled the order." Tanktop Blackhole interrupted, his gaze never leaving Yagi, "Outside now, or there'll be trouble."
Yagi was about to protest, but he couldn't just start a fight in a public place. With a long-suffering sigh, he complied to the man, "Fine. Wait here, Midoriya." Yagi said, before walking away with the hero.
Izuku raised his brow at that. What did he want from his sensei?
Outside of Soba Noodle House...
"Figured that I'd find you here." Tanktop Blackhole remarked, when a figure behind him emerged from the shadows.
"This is my brother, Tanktop Tiger. Our duty is to straighten the way of the pro-heroes who stray away from their original purpose, frauds like you, who can't be tole-"
"Can we skip this over and get to the point? You cancelled my food order, so this better be important." Yagi cut him off, picking his ear with mild interest.
Suddenly, a large group of people surrounded the restaurant, each of their expressions indicating that they were out for Yagi's blood.
"Oh great, another gathering of idiots." Yagi flicked another booger, and conveniently, it landed on Tanktop Blackhole's nose, "Oops. Sorry, I misaimed."
Is this guy for real?!
"You just assigned yourself to a death warrant the moment you entered this city, mister Hero For Fun." Tanktop Tiger cracked his knuckles, "Now-"
"Before we break his body, we must, at first, break his spirit. Patience, brother." Tanktop Blackhole's smiled slyly.
Yagi didn't even bother to react. Other than the fact that the situation seemed familiar, he wasn't phased at all by what they're trying to scheme.
"You see, this man," Tanktop Blackhole pointed at Yagi with pure hostility, "has commited various unpardonable acts in the past. We, as the Tanktop brothers, will not condone his rascality. We will bring justice to him, I assure you."
The crowds began to chant their names, while also simultaneously throwing all kinds of insults towards Yagi.
The usual.
"You see these people?" Tanktop Blackhole pointed at the surrounding pedestrians, "These are the people that has their lives destroyed because of you. For example, when you fought those monsters, you pay no heed to the enviromental damage that you caused around you. Not to mention that you were the guy who robbed that mart yesterday."
Yagi was about to refute that, but found that it was futile to argue against these idiots.
I'll just let them ramble for now.
"Yagi Toshinori, I...no, as the law abiding citizens of this city, we request you to give up your status as a hero and humbly resign yourself from this industry. None of us will ever accept you. You contribute nothing but suffering to the citizens of this country. Your indifference towards their screams and cries for help appalls me, and that is why, we are going to break you down today." Tanktop Blackhole lifted a thumbs down, "Give it up, Yagi."
"YEAH, GIVE IT UP, YOU CHARLATAN!"
"FUCK OFF ALREADY!"
"OFF WITH HIM!"
"YOU RUINED MY LIFE!"
"GIVE IT UP!"
"GIVE IT UP!"
"GIVE IT UP!"
"GIVE IT UP!"
Amidst the chaos, Tanktop Blackhole smirked. That sure will break his spirit!
Tanktop Tiger, eager to put his hands on the seemingly weak hero, lunged forward with his fist cocked back.
However...
He was sent hurling away the instant Yagi's fist collided with his chin.
Tanktop Blackhole was shocked to see this. Scrunching his face in anger, his bended his knees, clenching his fists so tight, blood began to stream out of his palm, "Y- YOU ASSHOLE!"
He charged forward, as he swung his fist towards Yagi, who in turn, caught it effortlessly, putting a bit of a pressure into his clenched hands.
He screamed in pain, though Yagi was bewildered by the reaction. He wasn't putting much strength into it.
Damn.
"I- I'M SORRY! I WAS LYING! I- I...PLEASE LET ME GO!" Tanktop Blackhole pleaded.
Yagi watched as the crowds of people began to walk backwards at the display of unintentional intimidation.
Yagi shook his head, "Nah, you weren't lying."
"You heard that right!" Yagi yelled to the crowds, "I didn't pay attention to the collateral damage, so what? You got a complaint? Let me hear it!"
"B- because of you, my new car was..."
"SHUT THE HELL UP!" Yagi cut the man off, "Why the hell should I care about your problems?! Tell that to the villains, morons! Listen up! I don't do this hero thing for admiration and fame, I do it because I want to! So I'm not gonna resign myself from this just because a couple of salty assholes tells me to!"
"Sensei!" A voice of a familiar kid from behind came to his ear.
Yagi looked back, only to see Izuku holding onto his hand with a firm look, "Let's go."
"I told you to wait inside, brat. Just hold on for a second, these people needs to hear my-"
"Let's go home, Sensei." Izuku insisted, his grip tightened around Yagi's hand.
Yagi was surprised by the boy's insistence, "Oh...yeah?"
He decided to follow his disciple's whims, walking the streets with the rain soaking their clothes. To hell with it. Yagi never bothered to open the umbrella.
He was having none of it. His mood got fucked in only a span of a minute. The nerve of them to interrupt his dinner with the kid. Thanks to their little stunt, the brat isn't getting the proper supplement of food that he needed.
He breathed in and out..
It was on him anyway.
If he never outed himself thirty years ago, acted so impulsively..maybe he would've never had to feel this suffocating isolation that he was forced to suck up over the last couple of years. Maybe Izuku wouldn't be out here looking like the most hopeless kid that he had ever seen in his entire lifetime.
No use in crying over it.
Yagi then turned his head around, only to see Izuku staring at the ground whilst walking.
"Kid?" Yagi called out, "You good?"
"Sensei, I didn't get the chance to say it but, I really, really mean it when I say that I've never met a man as incredible such as yourself." Izuku said fondly, a smile creeping on his lips.
Yagi was puzzled by the sudden declaration. "Really..? What brought that on? You're creeping me out, Midoriya."
"Even if the public turns it's back against you..." Izuku tightened his grip around Yagi's hand, looking at him profoundly, "I'll always follow you."
Yagi shook his head, chuckling sadly, as he loosened his grip from Izuku's hand, "You don't need to butter me up like that, really..."
Unbeknownst to Izuku...
Yagi's lips quirked into the smallest, subtle smile.
TO BE CONTINUED (I added some extra things for narrative purposes)