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In this chapter we learn a little bit about Hotaro's Quirk and get some more HotaroxJiro! I finally get to show one of Hotaro's personality

traits that I'm actually excited to incorporate!

I think that's all I got for now, so I hope you guys enjoy chapter 3!

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The Yaoyorozu family was huge in the world of Heroes. They had been around since what felt like the beginning, and every Pro knew them personally or at the very least knew of their existence. As such they were incredibly influential and not to mention, wealthy. You could tell just from the massive mansion the family of only four lived in. Well, four not counting the staff.

It was an impressive building for sure. Its soft, egg-shell white walls were offset by the beautiful golden filigree design that framed each of the seemingly countless number of windows on just the front side of the mansion. Huge weight bearing pillars held up an incredibly well made awning and front porch, a massive fountain welcoming anyone entering or exiting. The front door itself was made from sturdy mahogany, its richer and darker color providing a nice contrast to the bring paint and metal on the outside of the building. If you were to stand just outside the door, you could hear a faint but purposeful set of clanging noises.

Inside Hotaro grunted with exertion before dropping the heavy weights he had been curling to the floor. He sighed happily at the feeling of his strained muscles as he stood up and stretched his arms back and forth across his chest. Once he felt limber enough, he shook his hands before jumping and quickly pointing his feet towards the sky. Fluidly as if he had done it hundreds if not thousands of times before, which he had, the teenager caught his falling body on just the palms of his hands and started doing push-ups. In just a black tank-top and gray sweatpants, the clothes did almost nothing to cover the way his muscles rippled and coiled as he did his exercise.

Now Hotaro's Quirk, without a doubt and most definitely, was Float. The almost magical ability he had been gifted at birth and unlocked after the worst night of his life allowed him to become weightless.

Kind of.

While becoming weightless was definitely an aspect of the ability, he wasn't really weightless. He still weighed the exact same when he was floating off the ground as he did when his feet were planted firmly on the ground. Anyone who had tried to move or attack the boy could attest to that. The Quirk didn't change his body, it changed the way his body interacted with the world. It was almost like he could change the density of air, but only for him. It was still confusing to the boy himself, the chance to learn more about his Quirk being one of the many reasons he had applied to such a prodigious school in the first place.

Hotaro finished his fiftieth push up but it was slow and arduous. His biceps screamed in protest and his chest begged for relief as his nose almost touched the mat beneath him. Once his arms were at a perfect ninety degree angle; he gave another loud grunt and pushed hard, activating his Quirk. He quickly and smoothly landed on his feet, his tank fluttering as it rested against his stomach. He smiled softly and rested a hand over it as he continued to think of his unique trait.

There were plenty of things he didn't know about his Quirk. Where it had come from being one of them. He had no idea how his ability was similar to either of his parents' in the slightest. His father Kotaro had a simple strength amplifying Quirk; and his mother had the ability to create small amounts of water in the palms of her hand, something his late older sister Hana had shared with the woman.

Now that he thought about it, his older brother's Quirk had been a strange thing as well. How the hell had such an evil Quirk spawned from something so basic? Hotaro's eyebrows scrunched together and his hands clenched. The feeling of his fingernails immediately piercing his skin made him wince and unclench.

His strength was also strange. Sure, Hotaro worked out regularly but Momo worked out more than he did and he was without a doubt twice as strong as she was physically. There was also the fact that he was able to punch through the robots at the exam like they were made of butter. Maybe his father's strength had been passed down to him in a more passive way? Like how he had seen kids with horns or claws that had almost nothing to do with their own abilities.

Hotaro smirked and gripped his hands tightly again, careful not to hurt himself this time, with a chuckle before shaking his head and grabbing his towel off the floor. If the thing his father had passed down to him was free superhuman strength, who was he to complain? He turned to walk out the door and came to a grinding halt when he saw two people standing at the door to the personal gym he shared with Momo.

Kyoka sighed heavily before shaking her head and ruffling her own hair with both hands, trying to recenter herself. She quickly looked through her jacket pockets and her small bag she kept with her, making sure she had everything she needed not bothering to check her jeans pockets as she hurried to follow her companion.

Momo and her had quickly become close friends, something Kyoka hesitated to complain about. The tall ravenette was a smart, nice, and truly kind person which made her easy to be around. Sure she was a little snooty, but Kyoka didn't blame the well off girl. They texted each other after her and Hotaro had left the Jiro family house and found they bounced off of each other pretty well. When Hotaro and her own letters had come, Momo quickly sent the musical girl a text asking if she wanted to open them together.

That's how she found herself standing outside the lavish chateau, swallowing her nerves. This was the first time she had even stood next to a mansion, let alone had the opportunity to go inside one. She looked at the back of Momo's head with a quiet apprehension.

Momo raised an eyebrow with a smile as they walked, looking over her shoulder at her friend, "You can ask me questions you know, I won't bite." She said teasingly.

Kyoka flinched for a second before laughing sheepishly and twirling her earphone jack around her finger nervously, "Sorry, it's just the first time I've been in a house this big before." She quickened her pace slightly to come shoulder to shoulder with the other girl.

Momo smiled at her and shrugged her shoulders. She never thought her house was that big of a deal, but she assumed it had lost its luster after the first few years of her life.

"It gets rather dull pretty fast once you realize it's gonna take you ten minutes to grab a snack in the middle of the night." Her and Kyoka giggled at the joke before the soundwave haired girl raised a question.

"Where's Hotaro by the way?" She asked, looking around, "I thought we were gonna open our letters together." She fingers the envelope in her pocket with anticipation. It had taken her a handful of minutes to convince her parents to let her open the letter without them, stating that these were her first friends that were like her.

Ever since she could remember, Kyoka loved Heroes. She wasn't a nerd about them like some people were but she loved what they embodied. They kept the world warm and safe at the expense of their own safety. They stood strong and proud against evil and never faltered. They were like the sun in the sky and Kyoka had always loved the sun.

Momo put on a thoughtful look before a lightbulb seemed to go off above her head. She quickly pulled out her phone and showed her the time. 11:45. "He's probably about done with his morning workout. He should be in the gym right now! Let's go meet him."

Kyoka nodded her head and followed, her thoughts now occupied by the boy that had saved her not three days ago. He and Kyoka had also been sending texts back and forth, though less than her and Momo had been. While her conversation with Momo had been fluid and easy, her texts with Hotaro had been different. While it wasn't hard to talk to the teen, Kyoka just quickly came to a realization she wasn't prepared for.

Hotaro was quite the flirt. He never pushed it too far or made her uncomfortable, but he was quick to say things that he knew would get a reaction out of her. He was supremely confident with the things he said, leaving little doubt that he meant everything he said to her. She had never met a boy that flirted so effortlessly, like he didn't care if he embarrassed himself. It was the main reason why it worked so well. She blushed lightly as she thought of their first conversation.

It had been almost midnight when her phone buzzed, pulling her out of her almost sleeping state. She had been having trouble sleeping, thinking of the giant robot that had almost crushed her and a certain boy earlier that day. She reached over and grabbed her phone. Speak of the devil.

'yo kyo! :3 u up?'

The message was followed by a picture of Hotaro sitting at a desk with a large mirror, his chin resting in his hand and his phone covering his face. He was also shirtless with fleece pajamas covering his legs. She groggily blinked and looked at her phone, trying to make sense of the image and message combo. As she looked over the image, she saw a simple dresser behind him with a single frame picture, and a large navy blue bed. She almost questioned why he had a vanity with a mirror, but then remembered who had adopted him.

'yeah, couldnt sleep'

'what's up?'

She winced and almost regretted double texting when Hotaro took longer than thirty seconds to respond. Almost. Just before she could delete the second message, she saw him typing back. Groaning, she clicked the power button and covered her face as she waited for the machine to buzz. When it did, she picked it up and rolled her eyes when she read the message.

'woah a double text! i feel so honored! :3c'

Kyoka quickly responded, her thumbs quickly thundering over the small keyboard.

'i was just about to go to sleep! ur stupid text woke me up. girls need beauty sleep ykno'

She smirked and closed her phone again as she laid back down. She would've felt bad about immediately going down the guilt-trip path, but the way he responded made her bristle. Not to mention the picture he had sent. What was that about? Her phone buzzed and she spitefully let it sit for a few extra seconds before she snatched it up.

'sure SOME girls need beauty sleep'

'idk about u tho ;3'

Her face instantly turned red, making her cover it with her free arm for a second. What an idiot. She couldn't help the smile that spread across her face. She felt a small spark of confidence in her chest as she stood up and clicked on her lamp. She sat at her desk and looked into her own, similar, mirror. Her confidence wavered when she saw her sleepwear. A thin, black silken tank top covered her torso with equally thin straps holding it up and a pair of silk shorts. They only came down to her midthigh, but her shorts weren't what she was worried about.

But then she thought back to his responses and the picture he had sent. They were obviously sent to get a rise out of her and she had a competitive spirit. Two could play it that way. With a courage she didn't know she had; she leaned her body laterally across her desk and rested her head on her own hand, not oblivious to the way it made her sleep shirt hug her body. She let one strap fall down her shoulder and put her phone in front of her face, quickly snapped a picture before her face started burning and she hurried over to her bed after turning her lamp off. She typed a quick message and attached the picture, sending it before she could change her mind and slammed her face into her pillow.

'u really think so?'

She waited for what felt like hours. Her face burned every second as she fought against herself again. Her heart raced in her chest and she was shaking ever so slightly from the small adrenaline rush. Just when she thought she had calmed herself down, her phone buzzed again.

'ive literally never been more sure about anything in my life'

Her eyes widened and her heart skipped at the giddy feeling that filled her chest. Then, her face erupted into a bright red as a small smile slowly spread across her lips.

Kyoka was snapped out of her memory as Momo came to a stop in front of a glass door, the window in the middle fogged. She looked over at her taller friend who had a smile on her face as she grabbed the doorknob and twisted.

Inside was a huge, almost empty room with a large mat covering the entire floor. One of the walls was nothing but a large mirror that stretched from wall to wall. A few weightlifting stations and workout equipment was all in the back half of the room while the other half was empty, save a single figure doing push-ups. While doing a handstand. Kyoka blinked.

Momo also saw her adoptive brother and quickly took in his appearance. He was covered in sweat and was wearing his usual work out clothes, a state she had seen hundreds of times before. Even if she hadn't been siblings in all but blood with the boy, she still probably wouldn't have had the reaction Kyoka did at the sight.

She had to stifle a laugh when her relatively new friend's cheeks slowly gained a small blush and her onyx eyes trailed down Hotaro's body. They both watched, though Momo felt that she enjoyed the show a lot less than the girl next to her did, as Hotaro finished his set and expertly flipped to a standing position. Momo rolled her eyes as the boy showed off, instead of just landing he allowed himself to float for a second before touching down.

They watched as he looked down at his clenched hand with a questioning look before quickly picking up his towel and turning towards them. He locked eyes with Kyoka before either of the girls could say anything.

Hotaro's eyes widened for a fraction of a second when they met Kyoka's, but when he saw the small blush on her face his lips split into a grin and he hurried over to them. He made a show of running his hand through his hair, watching as her eyes followed and drank in the way his muscles coiled under his skin in response.

Hotaro knew he was ripped. He knew he was handsome. He knew the effect he could have on people that found him attractive. Using his looks to tease people had always been something he enjoyed doing, but when he did it to Kyoka he noticed it felt different. When her eyes would flicker from his own to a part of his body where skin was showing, instead of just pride filling his chest, there was something else. It made his heart skip for a second and he had to shake his head, refocusing on Momo when he realized he had missed what she said.

"Sorry Mo, what did you say?" He laughed sheepishly when her eyebrows came together and a small scowl spread on her face, "Sorry sorry I just got distracted." He made sure Kyoka saw the way his eyes flickered to her.

Momo looked between the two of them with her arms crossed before rolling her eyes and grabbing Hotaro's wrist, ignoring his yell of protest. "Keep it in your pants. We've got letters to open, unless you forgot?"

Ignoring her remark, Hotaro looked back at Kyoka with a bright smile on his face. "You got your letter? Hell yeah! I can't wait till we get in the same class, all three of us! It's gonna be so sick!"

Kyoka smiled back at him and nodded her head, catching back up with Momo. When she came shoulder to shoulder with the taller girl, she nudged her and whispered up to her. "Is he always so…"

"Horny?" Momo asked in a deadpan.

Kyoka choked on her spit as Hotaro laughed loudly. She coughed for a second and rubbed her throat. "Yeah, that."

Momo looked over at Hotaro who just smiled at her with a half-lidded gaze, motioning to her as if she could explain herself. Momo huffed and crossed her arms again before turning to Kyoka and explaining.

"The short answer, yes. The long answer? Kind of?" She scratched at her head in a spot that felt especially tight in her ponytail before sighing and quickly elaborating. "Look, he knows he's conventionally attractive. Add on the fact that he has some freakish genes when it comes to musculature, Hotaro here is quite the catch. To others of course. I think he looks like a diagram for a biology class personally but to each their own."

Momo ignored Hotaro's brief noise of complaint and looked at Kyoka who had an uncertain and slightly embarrassed glint in her eye. "He's a flirt, a sleeze, a himbo, whatever you want to call it. But he's not an asshole. If you're uncomfortable with it, tell him and he'll stop. I'll make sure of it."

Kyoka took a deep breath to settle her nerves and looked away from Momo, catching Hotaro's stare. His face was neutral, but she swore she saw a hopeful spark in his eye. She huffed, blowing a strand of hair out of her face with a blush.

"I don't care if he flirts with me. I'm not childish enough to fall for it anyways." The hopeful spark spread into a determined flame as that same half-lidded grin spread across his face. Leaning forward and looking past Momo, Kyoka couldn't stop her heart as the picture he had sent her flash across his mind at the similar posture. He just stared at her with that grin as they walked for a second before winking at her and straightening, his gaze firmly on the door at the end of the hallway.

Momo looked between the two of them and rubbed a hand down her face. He just had to fall for the one girl that she actually liked being around didn't he. Now she had to help him!

Hotaro hummed happily as they reached the door. He was happy with his workout and was even happier that Kyoka had come over. His eyes flickered over to her briefly and their eyes locked. They both held it for a brief second but Kyoka cleared her throat and looked ahead when she seemingly came to her senses. He held back a chuckle and turned to the navy door they had stopped at.

"You guys wanna just open them in my room?" He asked, looking back at the two girls. They looked at each other and shrugged, not seeing why not. The three of them walked in and Kyoka's heart seized at the large black vanity that sat against the wall on the left side of the room. On the floor next to the bed, lay a pair of fleece pajamas. She gulped.

Hotaro walked over to the dark piece of furniture and scooped a letter off the surface. He spun his chair around and sat in it before looking Kyoka dead in the eye with that same huge grin. He waved it at her and wiggled his eyebrows, motioning to the bed with his head. She scoffed and rolled her eyes at the clear fake sultry look in his own onyx orbs but sat on the end of the bed next to Momo, digging her own letter out of her pocket.

"So, who wants to go first?" Momo asked with a small smile. She was confident in Hotaro, the only reason the boy hadn't made it in on recommendations himself is because all the spots were taken before he had a chance to sign up. He was without a doubt stronger than her physically and his Quirk was hard to deal with in an open space. She looked at Kyoka and pursed her lips slightly.

Hotaro saw the nervous look on Kyoka's face and quickly dug his fingers into the soft paper. The three of them watched with anticipation as Hotaro opened the letter, and all three of them had to stop themselves from jumping in fear when a hologram appeared from the paper. An ethereal blue version of the Number One Hero All Might appeared and struck a pose.

"I am here as a hologram!" The Hero yelled. "Hotaro Yaoyorozu! As you may know, my name is All Might! I've come with amazing news for you! As a teacher this year at UA, I have the pleasure of announcing your acceptance into the prestigious school! With fifty Villain points and thirty-five rescue points, there's no way we couldn't take you! Into class 1-A even! The first day is within a week, so prepare yourself to start your Hero training!" Suddenly, All Might stopped and looked off to the side.

"What? I'm running out of time? Again!? Okay, okay congratulations young Hotaro! If you have free time after your first day, I'd love to have a small chat with you!" The hologram quickly disappeared and the letter collapsed on itself.

Hotaro blinked and looked up at Momo and Kyoka. Both shared the dumbfounded look on their faces that he had. They sat there, staring for a few seconds before Momo suddenly grinned and clapped her hands.

"I knew you'd make it 'Taro!" She quickly jumped up and hugged her adoptive brother.

The world crashed around him as Momo brought him into her embrace. He did it. He made it into UA. All of his hard work paid off and he was finally going to be a Hero. He wrapped his arms around Momo and squeezed her tightly before letting go and looking over at Kyoka.

"Your turn beautiful." He smiled at her brightly.

Kyoka rolled her eyes but her hands shook. She looked down at the letter with teeth gnashing in her stomach. What if she hadn't made it? What if she had come over here for nothing? How embarrassing would it be if Hotaro made it in and she didn't? She was startled out of her thoughts when a hand laid on her shoulder softly. She looked up and met the soft gaze of Momo. The taller girl had an understanding smile on her face as she returned to her spot next to Kyoka.

"Don't worry. I have no doubt you made it. You saved my stupid brother's life! If you don't make it I'm marching into UA and demanding a retake." Her teasing smirk told the earphone jack user otherwise, but the joke and message Momo was sending caused a warm feeling to spread through her chest.

Kyoka took a deep breath. She nodded before ripping open her letter much like Hotaro. None of them jumped as a hologram appeared again, this time a different Hero. A woman with dark hair and a domino mask graced the top of the page, in her hand a whip. Her Hero costume clung tightly to her body leaving nothing to the imagination. Kyoka resisted the slight urge to see how the boy across the room from her had reacted to the image.

"Hello Jiro Kyoka! My name is Midnight, and as a teacher at UA this year I'm happy to announce that you have made it into Class 1-A of UA High! With forty villain points and twenty-five rescue points you scratch the top-rung! You will be provided with a uniform before the first day, so come prepared! I'm excited to see how you grow! Congratulations again young Hero!" The image disappeared.

Her blood pounded in her ears. Her hands shook. Her lips split into a wide grin as Hotaro let out an excited shout and Momo jumped to her feet, clapping her hands happily. Kyoka shot to her own feet and let out an excited laugh.

"I got in! I did it! I made it into UA!" She looked at Momo and Hotaro, the siblings having a matching grin. "We all made it in! To the same class! We're gonna be Heroes!"

Hotaro laughed happily and swept both girls into his arms. He activated his Quirk and leapt into the air, spinning them around. Both girls let out happy screams and held on to him tightly as they flipped and tumbled through the air with no direction. Finally, right when they both felt a small amount of nausea drip into their stomach, Hotaro brought them back to the ground. They all breathlessly looked at each other before laughing again.

The only boy stuck his fist out, his large grin still plastered on his face. Momo quickly pressed her knuckles against his with her own grin as they both looked over at Kyoka. Kyoka laughed softly and pressed her knuckles against the side of their meeting.

"We're gonna tear the house down."

Kyoka couldn't help but agree with him.