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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"You excelled in everything, in every field?!" Screamed the enthusiastic voice of the purple haired girl.
"I'd say it was like a walk in the park, but, well, I'll just be letting these get into my head." Izuku replied, as he put his clothes back on, "Did you?"
"...nah, I told you I'm not cut out to be a hero. Plus, I came in late." Jirou frowned.
"That's why I didn't see you earlier..." Izuku then shook his head.
"But enough about me! I have soooo many questions, like the fact that you got so strong even though.." Jirou trailed off, knowing the severety of her words, "...sorry, I didn't mean to sound like that."
"I know, I know, it's fine. I just trained hard, that's all."
"Trained? Like..legitimate training? Muscle building?"
"Yeah. Hard to believe but.. that's all I did." Izuku replied, "So, uh, are you...trying out to be a musician instead?"
"If I fail the test, yeah." Jirou shrugged, "If I pass the exams, then, no."
"Come on, you probably nailed the written portion." Izuku lightly bumped her shoulder with his knuckle, "I'm betting you scored a solid one hundred there."
"Even if that's true, there's still the matter of the practical exam." Jirou sighed.
"Hey, don't overthink the setbacks. Kind of detrimental to your growth, don't you think? Just train harder. You'll get there." Izuku gave her a good pat in the back.
Jirou smiled. Izuku was always optimistic. She couldn't imagine the scenario where he's pessimistic. He's always been a ray of sunshine.
"I'll try to hold onto your words, but no promises." Jirou lightly bumped his shoulder with her fist.
She inhaled, before speaking, "Anyway, I gotta run. Duty calls and all that."
"I assume it's your musical course.."
"Yupsies." Jirou nodded, "Gotta improve my skills, in case I don't make it in the heroics."
"Sure. Good luck, Jirou!"
"Yeah, you too, Midoriya!"
Then, they went their separate ways. Now, to find his Sensei-
"DEKU!"
Izuku's eyes darted down, "Do I have to humor you everytime you get upset at the slightest-"
An unexpected blow made an impact against Izuku's face, but to his surprise...
He didn't budge.
"You tell me this instant..." Bakugou growled, "How did you-"
"-Get that kind of power."
"You're supposed to be-"
"-A pebble for me to step on."
"You fucking-"
"-Useless extra."
"STOP INTERRUPTING ME, GODDAMMIT!" Bakugou snapped, the explosion in his hands 'threatened' to erupt itself in front of Izuku.
"You pick up a thing or two after years of listening to your rants." Izuku said in a flat tone.
Bakugou growled intensely, his eyes never leaving Izuku, "If I had been more perceptive, I would've noticed that hidden quirk you've been hiding all along. What was it anyway? Invulnerability?"
"No, just training."
"Training?! I call bullshit."
"Not everything that sounds unbelievable to you is untrue, Kacchan. For example, creating an explosion out of your own sweat glands doesn't seem all too plausible for the average mind to process, and the fact that your body doesn't get torn apart by the force alone, throws the logic off the window." Izuku exclaimed, "The only thing that makes sense is the personality that you carry from your quirk."
"THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN?!"
"Aaaand you just proved your point. You do quite make the impeccable cross checking service, Kacchan."
Bakugou tried to engage again, but held himself back. He took a deep breath, pocketing his hands inside his uniform, "I'll kill you for another day. Don't think just yet that you've surpassed me, idiot."
Izuku let out a slight chuckle, never bothering to respond to that last exchange of words.
"Is that the Kacchan individual you kept on talking about?"
"S- Sensei?!" Izuku darted his head back frantically, "Were you there the whole time?!"
"Yeah. Nice job setting that brat off. You did it with style."
"Honestly, I didn't mean for it to sound that bad.." Izuku admitted.
"You fuck with other people's pride unintentionally. Cool. Just like how I taught you."
"You didn't teach me anything about trash-talking..."
"No, but you kind of picked up my habits." Yagi said.
"Touché."
They then walked together back to the parking lot, wondering why they even needed a car in the first place.
As Izuku sat on the seat of the car, he wondered how that assistant of Sensei's were doing after he moved out..
...
"Sensei..." Izuku looked down, "I guess this is my cue to leave."
"Hm?" Yagi's eyes perked, uncrossing his legs and turning off the television, "Your cue to what now?"
"You said my stay here shouldn't be...long-term, as you said."
"Oh." Yagi then turned his head over to look at Majima, who was sitting besides him on the living room couch, "What do you think, 'Jima?"
"You should decide what you think is best."
"Really? You don't think the kid's taking up the space in this house?"
"...No."
Yagi wasn't sure if he wanted to believe that but...whatever.
"Fine. Then you're staying, kid."
"What?"
"I changed my mind."
"Why?"
"Why? I just want to keep you here."
"Sensei, with all due respect, I am not a pet for you to keep-"
"I didn't mean it like that, you idiot." Yagi sighed, "Point is, you can stay if you want."
"But I still don't understand why."
"People change their mind all the time. You staying in this house doesn't affect me that much. Plus, I told you to stay here temporarily because, well..." Yagi seemed to reluctant to continue, but he did nonetheless, "I treated you like a nuisance back then."
"Am I still not?"
"What? Fuck no, you practically make my life better around here." Yagi blurted out. He didn't notice Majima looking away with a deepened frown.
Izuku's lips gradually formed a smile, as he approached his Sensei with a slow pace, "S- Sensei..."
"What are you doing?"
Izuku didn't answer. He just kept approaching him.
"I'll...leave you both to it." Majima quickly stood up, before returning back to his room.
Izuku quickly wrapped his arms around Yagi's, squeezing him tight, "T- thank you, Sensei!"
Yagi returned the gesture, "... you're welcome, kid."
"...Say." Izuku suddenly said, "Did you ever get in touch with your assistant again, Sensei?"
"Nope." Yagi replied, still keeping his hand tight on the steer, "Dude just moved out and completely disappeared from the face of the planet. Completely ghosted me for some reason."
"Why?"
"I guess he got sick living with a guy like me."
"Sensei, I don't think that's the reason why he left."
"Hey, most people on this country completely hates my guts, what's to say that the same thing isn't happening to my assistant?" Yagi replied.
"I think he's just...jealous." Izuku came to a conclusion that sounded like a sore to Yagi's ear. Jealousy? For what? It's not like he's g...
Oh.
"I think I know what you meant." Yagi finally caught up, "Oh boy, I should've noticed at first."
"We're all oblivious to that kind of thing oftenly, Sensei. Best not to dwell on it."
"I gotta apologise to the guy. Shit. I don't reciprocate the feeling, but still." Yagi shook his head in guilt.
"So you don't really-"
"No. I'm not into dudes." Yagi blurted out.
"Oops."
"Still, he deserved an apology. Guy stuck with me the most out of every guys back at my agency."
"You don't really consider a chance of getting, you know, a love of your life, Sensei?" Izuku asked in curiousity.
Yagi looked at him momentarily, before replying, "No, what for?"
"..I don't mean to sound insensitive, Sensei, but you are probably the loneliest person I've ever met."
"When you put it like that, then..."
"Added by the fact that your overwhelming strength makes you feel rather alienated from the rest of society, as you can't feel satisfaction or any upsurge of emotions anymore whenever you fight, because it always ends with one punch. You don't feel the exhilaration and the thrill like the rest of the other pro-heroes does."
"How did you even come up with tha-"
"Sensei, I believe that a romantic partner is necessary for you."
"No they're not."
"They really are."
"Kid-"
"Sensei, please let me be the mediator between you and your potential significant other."
"Absolutely not."
"Why?"
"Why the hell would I need anyone else when I have you?"
"...what?"
Yagi took a deep breath, "You, the annoying, irritating disciple. You, the most obnoxious brat I've ever met in my entire life. You, who can't seem to stop to drop your habits of calling me 'Sensei' or any other pedestal-putting honoraries. Fuck, you might be the most annoying person I've ever met, but you're like a goddamn son to me at this point."
Izuku's mouth was left wide opened, shocked by his Sensei's lengthy, yet heartwarming words.
"You're not gonna soak my car with your tears, right?"
Izuku's eyes welled up in tears.
"Spoke too soon." Yagi returned his attention back to the steer.
"Sensei..."
"One last thing though," Yagi then said the words, "I love you, kid."
Then the waterworks begins once again.
...the night..
Garou slipped through the ventilation, before opening the cover at the edge of the tight space, carefully dismantling it.
He dropped to the Teacher's lounge, carefully sneaking across the dark room. He stumbled upon a file on a desk, containing the information of specific students.
Brat said he was on Class 2-A, so if he were a guessing man..
"I'd say he's on Class 3-A right now." Garou flipped through the files, before finding what he was looking for.
"Am I really putting this much effort for a hero encyclopedia?" Garou laughed to himself in amusement.
As he wrote the number of the kid in said files, he closed it, "Now, I gotta memorise this shit and...oh, fuck, I don't have a phone."
He saw an unattended phone across the desk.
"Welp, finder's keepers." Garou snatched the phone away, his lips forming into a sly smile. He hastily headed himself back to the ventilation, jumping back in, closing the cover.
Now his little risky stunt is done. Just gotta look for a new number card, throw the old one, and everything's dandy.
...
"You didn't do well?"
"I told you, bro, I'm not cut out for this shit. My body's doesn't even scream athletism." Jirou lamented, slumping herself into the couch.
"Being pessimistic ain't like you at all, Kyouka." Denki replied, "So what if you fail, it's not like you can't try it out again next time."
"Easier said than done, Kami." Jirou threw her hands in the air, "It's a gamble at this point, so I'm just gonna take a precaution. If I fail, I already have another career in mind."
"Cool cool." Kaminari commended, "Well, I hope you do get into the school though."
"What? So you can stalk my social life?" She said with a mischievous smile.
"Nah," Denki shook his head, "I still remember how that blond spike haired delinquent gave you quite the bruise. Don't want that to happen the second time to you."
"...Please don't treat me like your average damsel in distress, yuck." Jirou was disgusted at the thought of herself being helpless. Though she was kinda helpless when it comes to bullies but still...
Midoriya was the one who incited the bravery inside her that she didn't know she has.
"I just don't want anyone messing with my sister like that. If I ever meet that Bakugou kid, I'll-"
"Yo, yo, chill bro, chill, it's nothing too serious."
"It is serious, Kyouka. People's been ridiculing you left and right because of your quirk, it's baffling really." Kaminari shook his head, "Gotta say that I do know what you're going through beforehand and..I really don't want you to experience what I experienced."
"That is sweet and all, but you don't have go through the hassle to do that. I can handle myself."
Kaminari took a deep breath, before exhaling, "You can, but still...ugh, fine, you're right. Being protective kinda takes a toll on someone's tolerance, does it?"
"No kidding. You're not even that protective and I'm already thoroughly exasperated." Jirou rolled her eyes, before smiling, "Thanks for the thought though."
"Hey, you're my little sister. There's not a thing that I wouldn't do for you."
"And the feeling's mutual." Jirou bumped her fist into her brother's chest, "Now, I just need to shower for a bit. Music course was kinda tough. My mentor's the temperamental type so..."
Kaminari's composure began to crumble, his brows furrowing. Jirou instantly knew what he was thinking, "Before you say a thing, it's fine. It's just how he is. It's not like he gave me the bruise as well."
"Look," Kaminari gently tighten his grip on Jirou around her right shoulder, "If anything comes up, talk to me, okay?"
Jirou responded with a raspy laugh.
"Stop laughing, this is serious."
"No, no, you're just...kinda funny when you're being protective like this."
"How is that funny?"
"I dunno, the way your face contorted, your nose scrunching, how serious your voice sounded, I- I mean all of this over a teacher with anger issues." She cackled.
"Kyouka!"
"Okay, okay!" Jirou turned away to head to the bathroom, "I'll talk. I promise. Now, I gotta take a shower for a bit so.."
As Jirou entered the bathroom, Kaminari waddled over to the couch, before slumping into it, leaning his head against the back of the couch.
Then, what follows next is a vibration in his pockets.
He grabbed his phone, only to see an unread message from an unknown party...
Unknown Number:
7:40 PM:
yo kid, im goro, you know? the guy that saved you a few months ago.
Kaminari ruffled his own hair, trying to recall whoever just called him.
...
Oh!
Me:
7:45 PM:
Oh! I think I remember now. Were you the guy that took a liking to my hero encyclopedia?
Unknown Number:
7:46 PM:
yep yep, that's the one.
Me:
7:46 PM:
How are you man? Things going fine? You didn't kill any monsters again, did you?
God, he sure as hell hope the guy didn't.
Unknown Number:
7:47 PM:
nah. last time was a fluke on my part. and im doing fine, mostly.
Me:
7:48 PM:
Yeah man, especially knowing that those monsters used to be humans once.
Unknown Number:
7:48 PM:
Mhm
Unknown Number:
7:49 PM:
kid, you thinkin' of meeting again? cus, ya know, im kinda lonely.
Me:
7:50 PM:
awww, you're lonely? I can help you out, maybe we can meet this night!
Unknown Number:
7:51 PM:
i wasnt expecting you to say that, but cool. but your parents though, what will they say about that?
Me:
7:52 PM:
Ma and Da knows that I can handle myself :), plus, it's not like I was born in a strict family.
Unknown Number:
7:52 PM:
cool, cool. Ill be at the usual bench, on the road you took to UA months ago .
Me:
7:53 PM:
Got it got it. Wait there, okay? I'll be coming over soon. I assume you want me to bring the hero encyclopedia?
Unknown Number:
7:54 PM:
now we're talking.
Me:
7:55 PM:
okay, I'll be there in a sec..Gotta wait for my sis to finish up with her shower first.
He finished up the chat, before pocketing his phone again. Granted, he didn't expect the guy to enough to come and call him a few months later, but all-in-all, he was glad that he did.
It really made him feel a little less lonelier than before.
...
Garou leaned to both of his clasped arms in his back, his legs crossing into each other. The road would've been dark as fuck if it weren't for the lampposts.
He tapped his feet into the floor, impatient. He should just knock the kid out when he comes to compensate for making him wait his ass out here.
But that would be kind of cruel of him. Jeez, when did he care so much about his behaviour around kids?
I'll just let this flow.
But then, he heard a footstep from his right. When he tilted his head...
"You sure took your time, brat."
"Hey, I have a name, and it's not 'brat'."
"Kid."
"Not kid either."
"Do I have to call you by your real name?"
"Friends don't call each other 'brats' or other incriminating alternate references, so yeah, you kinda have to." Kaminari said, as he sat down besides Garou. He placed the encyclopedia right above his thigh.
"I don't remember your real name though."
"I'm deeply heartbroken by that." Kaminari faked a sad tone, "For that, you won't be getting my encyclopedia."
"Hey, to my defense, I haven't seen your ass for months." Garou protested, "I don't have photographic memories like you do."
"I'm messing around. To jog all that memory up," Kaminari offered a handshake, "Kaminari Denki."
"Aah, I knew it was close to something along the lines of 'Dick Kami'."
"D- DICK KAMI?!"
"Yeah."
What follows next is silence.
...
"You do know that you just said the English equivalent of the word 'Penis', right?"
"What, the word 'Kami'?"
"No, 'Dick'."
"Oh."
"You don't know English?"
"I never finished school, so go figure."
Kaminari widened his eyes, "Why?"
"Didn't have the leisure to do so. Got left behind, remember? Have to look for scraps, a few quick bucks, and I can't be doing that with school works toppled on my shoulders." Garou replied. He knew he wasn't telling the whole truth but...at least it's kind of right in a sense.
"Makes sense." Kaminari's eyes darted down, "Guess everyone has their own struggles, huh?"
"Is it something that you want to get off your chest?" Garou asked.
"It's really tiny compared to the problem you faced. I got a functional family, you don't."
"Last time I checked, this isn't a pity party contest, so go ahead, talk." Garou welcomed him to talk.
"...well to put it simply, I got bullied, like, a lot."
There was a shift in Garou's expression and he could barely notice it.
"Everyone ridicules me for having a quirk that can put me at disadvantage should I overuse it. It drains me of all my brain power temporarily, and I'd act like an idiot, saying 'yay' and shoving the thumb finger into the air."
Garou kept on listening.
"I got dubbed as 'the Jamming-Yay' in my old school. But as far as verbal bullying can go, it's not as worse as when it gets really physical." Kaminari continued, "God damn, middle school was the worst era of my entire life."
Garou was silent for a few moments, before wrapping his arms around Kaminari. He was reluctant at first, but, well, giving it a further thinking: Why the hell not?
"Are you hugging me?"
"Not a hug, just needed something to rest my hand on."
"Wow, what a nice bluff." Kaminari chuckled, "It's okay to admit that you really did sympathise with my story."
...
"You want to read the encyclopedia now?"
"Sure thing." Garou replied after a long sullen silence. Now, he gotta read the page containing information about the top ranked heroes.
Tatsumaki is first on his list.
TO BE CONTINUED!