I don't own One Punch Man, nor do I own My Hero Academia. Each Franchise i owned by their respective owner..
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A day later, Sunday...
Izuku peeked from the stairs, observing his Sensei besides the wardrobe. He watched him earnestly, up to the details of how he folds his clothes, and-
"Do you really think that I can't sense you from down here?" Yagi asked, interrupting the boy's train of thoughts, "Are you stalking me?"
"Observing." Izuku corrected, "Perhaps there is another secret to achieving your unfathomable strength."
"Ah yes, folding clothes definitely has something to do with my strength." Yagi said, irritated, "Besides, it's not like you're gonna learn anything from this."
"I have." Izuku took the shortcut and jumped down from the stairs.
"Dude, you could've just walked down." Yagi deadpanned.
Without responding, Izuku flipped the pages between his notebooks, before showing the front of it to Yagi's, "I see that you have an unique style of folding clothes, Sensei."
Yagi squinted his eyes, seeing the detailed drawing of...himself?...in the notebook, portraying him folding his clothes with weird arrow indicators on his hands.
Seriously, how dedicated is this brat?
"I don't know if I can call that uniq-"
"Usually, when someone folds their clothes," Izuku shoved himself in Yagi's place, prompting a little 'Oi' to come out of his mouth. "They first fold each side of the arm parts to the back, before finally folding the lower parts to overlap the arm parts."
"But you..." Izuku's eyes widened, "You managed to find a shortcut, and I assume that you did it to save time."
Yagi raised his brow, "Are you supposed to be impressed by that?"
"I am. As expected from an amazing figure such as yourself, you managed to find an innovation to-"
"No, no, no." Yagi held his hands up, "Now hold on just a minute. I didn't came up with that. I learned it from a few life hacks video I found on YouTube."
"Look, it's really simple, nothing too complicated, first.." Yagi gripped the right, upper side of the clothing, "You grip this, right here, the upper side, and then.."
Yagi put his finger from his other arm on the lower part of the clothing, "Afterwards you grip this part as well, make sure that each of your holding fingers are proportional."
Yagi then connected each of the part with each other, "You connect these, before flipping it accordingly to your arm's directions..." He flipped the upper part to the right, and the lower part to the left, before finally folding it, "There. Simple, right?"
Izuku paused for a moment. And then, in a split second, his eyes widened like a puppy, "Sensei! You are truly incredible!"
"Were you not listening to a damn word I said?" Yagi exhaled heavily.
"I understand how to be mindful with my time spent, now that you've clearly shown me the way. Thank you very much, Sensei!" Izuku bowed his head down.
Dammit. This kid's expectations for him is off the charts. What does he have other than strength training? Does this kid expect him to be some sort of guru with a mind connected to the universe itself?
Shit, he's gonna figure him out sooner or later.
Izuku was still rambling, scribbling on his notebooks like a raging nerd.
...
"You're doing it again, the whole 'talking more than twenty words or less' thing." Yagi pointed out, as Izuku snapped out of his muttering frenzy.
He laughed half heartedly, "My apologies, Sensei."
"Yeah. And..Izuku?" Yagi called out again, prompting the kid to look at him, "Yes, Sensei?'
Yagi was about to open his mouth, but decided to save it for later, "...Nevermind." He conceded.
He shifted his eyes towards the notebook, which revealed another detailed drawing of himself doing sit-ups.
"Kid, do you usually draw?" Yagi asked.
Izuku nodded, "It's kind of a partial hobby."
"I thought you said you didn't have any other hobbies other than the whole stalking thing." Yagi replied.
"Drawing is a part of my Quirk Analysis, so, it's kinda the same but at the same not." Izuku shrugged.
"That...that doesn't make any-" Yagi shook his head, "Nevermind."
"So, Sensei..are we going to train again today?" Izuku asked, eager for another lesson.
"Hey I told you, today's the day you rest." Yagi declined.
"Oh yeah...but, didn't you said that you never rested even once when you trained?" Izuku asked.
"Yeah. And I almost died. Plus, people in the past have died because of it too, so no, Izuku, you're resting today." Yagi replied, "That is the real secret to my strength. Patience."
Izuku marvelled at the sudden revelation, before swiftly opening his notebook, writing all the words that Yagi had said to him, violently scribbling on the paper with his pen, "I see! Such wisdom!"
"Just memorise it normally." Yagi commented, but his words fell on deaf ears.
He rolled his eyes, "Whatever. At least you understood."
Oh well, what is he going to do today?
"Hey, kid." Yagi said, catching the boy's attention, to which he responded by quickly tilting his head to Yagi's direction, "Yes, All Might-Sensei?"
"Have you ever went fishing before?"
...
Sitting at the ledge, Yagi pulled over another fish, before putting it in the bucket, "Seriously? You never went fishing before?"
"No, me and mom, we just..grab them on the nearest market." Izuku replied, "It's the most efficient way."
"It's not about being efficient, it's about the sense of progression. See, here," Yagi pointed at the lake, "Imagine the fishes inside the lake as your life goal, and this fishing rod as your progression, the excruciating process you have to go through in order to achieve said goal."
Yagi plunged the tip of the fishing rod into the lake, "Imagine the thrill if-" Suddenly, he felt a movement beneath the water. He pulled another fish from the ground, "If you caught a jackpot such as this one."
This type of fish was kind of rare, after all.
"It's similar. The sense of satisfaction after all the progress you made, it makes you feel alive. Now, going to the store and buying the fish, I get it, it's efficient. Me one hitting every enemy I came across is efficient as well, but it's boring. Unbelievably boring." Yagi said, "You get what I'm saying, right?"
Izuku's eyes was shot wide, taking all in the wisdom that he just heard. His face contorted delightfully, as he began to scribble on his notebook.
"Wait, how did I not notice you bringing that notebook?" Yagi deadpanned.
As he finished writing, "I bring my notebook everywhere I go..mostly."
"Aha." Yagi mused, as he placed another bait at the tip of the fishing rod, before rolling it down again into the deep, "Did someone ever make fun of you for it?"
"For what?"
"You know, the whole stalking thing."
Izuku winced at that. It wasn't really stalking, but he decided to digress.
"...plenty of times." Yagi could notice the painful tone.
"You were bullied, were you?" Yagi asked. He noticed the slight scar on his face. Either he got himself into a freak accident, or one of his bullies weren't forgiving enough to not let himself sink into the lowest form of bullying possible.
"Too much to count." Izuku responded again.
Yagi didn't know what to respond to that. Sure, he was bullied once, and he handled it pretty well...
Emphasize on the word pretty well.
Well, what better way to respond than to relate himself with the kid?
"Yeah well," Yagi dangled his legs over the ledge, "The feeling's mutual, kid. I didn't fit into society back then. Felt like I didn't even belong here. Everything was so dreary, and I couldn't wrap my mind around the thought of a good future for myself."
Izuku's face beamed. Now would be the good time to get to know his sensei a little better.
"Did you ever have someone that you look up to, Sensei?" Izuku asked.
"There was one," Yagi answered, "She was a kind hearted woman. I have no idea where she is now though."
"Ah." Izuku nodded in understanding, "I assume that she's your mentor."
"Kind of." Yagi replied as he put another fish that he caught into the bucket, "She's more than just a kind hearted woman. She's a good company, a wise gal, though a bit erratic at times, and follows her impulses mostly. She thought All For One could make me finally kick the bucket, and did everything she could to prevent me from facing him."
"And you rebelled anyway."
Yagi laughed slightly, as he took a twist to the left, staring at the boy, "You know, other than Genos," There was an ache in his chest when he said that name, "Well, you remind me of myself as well, mostly."
Izuku just listened.
"That determination of yours, how you're willing to do everything in your power to be a pro-hero..I used to have those when I was a pup." Yagi said, "I think I just wasted my childhood with this nonsense."
His expression turned dead serious, "If you want to quit, you can always tell me."
Izuku was bewildered by his offer, "Why would you assume that I would want to-?"
"Cause you're just a kid," Yagi cut him off, "And kids are supposed to have fun, have a childhood, like playing games, hanging out with friends, find love, any of the sort. Based on what I saw, you barely have one. You have a miniscule grasp on the concept of 'fun'."
"But being a hero is my dream."
"And you're overworking yourself over it. That's not healthy in the slightest." Yagi sighed deeply, "I'm not saying this to escape from you or my 'obligations' as a master to disciple, but dude, I'm genuinely concerned for you."
"Sensei, that's very generous of you." Izuku then shook his head, "But it's too late for me to go back now. I have to do this."
"Well," Yagi cleared his throat, before putting the fishing rod on his right side, "Suit yourself, kid."
A man came from behind, handing them over two boxes of Takoyaki.
"Here's your order, sir." The Street Food Seller said, as he handed the meal over to them. Yagi thanked him in advance, as the man went back to his cart and walked away.
Izuku opened the box, grabbing the puncture and shoving a mouthful of Takoyaki down his throat.
"You like it?" Yagi asked.
"Yeah. It's..kind of spicy, though."
Yagi chuckled, "A hero should be able to handle a little spice. You'll survive."
"YAGI TOSHINORI!!!!!" A voice from behind yelled out, as Yagi stood, alarmed. He quickly twisted his hip to the side, launching his palm upwards, blocking an incoming attack without his eyes focused on the assailant.
He immediately knew the voice.
"Oh, it's you, Tsundere-O-Hound Frederick." Unfortunately, he got the name wrong as usual.
The assailant flipped in the air, before landing flawlessly in the ground, "It's Speed-O-Sound Sonic, imbecile!"
The purple scarfed man with his pony tied behind his back drew his sword, "I see that you're now back in town after twenty years of absence! As it seems, my aging body has been rusty as times passes, but unfortunately, that won't stop me from- Who is that brat behind you?"
Izuku looked puzzled.
Yagi shifted his body closer to Izuku, "Yeah well, he's just some kid I met a few days ago."
"I see. So you're using the boy as a decoy."
"Huh?"
"Hiding behind a brat's back now, huh, Yagi? I thought you're better than this. I don't know why Flash gave you more credit than you actually deserve."
"Oi, you got it all-"
"You don't fool me. I know what you're trying to do. You're trying to use him as a meat shield while I shower you with my superior ninja techniques-"
"LET ME FINISH, IDIOT!" Yagi yelled, interrupting the ninja, "You know what, this is a waste of time. Let's go, Izuku."
"Yes, Sensei!" Izuku followed his Sensei along.
"You're not going anywhere, not until I finally defeat you!" Sonic declared.
"It's been more than a decade. I thought you'd already given all that up." Yagi replied, tilting his head back.
"I WILL NEVER FORGET THE DAY YOU HUMILIATED ME, ALL MIGHT!" Sonic screamed, throwing another showers of shuriken.
Instinctively, Yagi wrapped his arms around Midoriya, before sprinting away from the collective explosions. Shit!
"Hey!" Yagi put the boy behind him, "Did it occur to your pea sized brain that a kid is standing near me?!"
"WHO CARES!" Sonic emerged out of the smoke with his knees raised, his hands holding a pair of knives, "I'LL END YOU RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW!"
Yagi threw his hands in the air, "Come on, just leave us al-" Unfortunately, the tip of Yagi's knuckle collided with something soft.
Oh fuck.
Oh god, not again.
As it seems, he accidentally slapped the 'hero' in the-
"ALLLLLL MIIIIIIIIGGGHHHHTTT!!" Sonic screamed in agony, clinging to his crotch, his knees ready to give up.
"Oh..." Yagi wordlessly uttered, before grabbing Izuku by the hand, "Come on, we gotta skedaddle outta here."
"Wait-"
"No, no, we're not helping him."
"But why-?"
"The dude almost killed you. Come on! Let's go! Before he tries to charge us over this! I don't have the money to pay!" Yagi said as he coerced Izuku to run along with him, grabbing him by the hand, before sprinting away from the scene.
Sonic's body began to give in, as darkness began to encapsulate his line of vision, his body collapsing into the ground.
"Damn...you...All Might.."