Waring this chapter starts with some light smut.
The idea for the opening came to me and the rest came tumbling after. I had no intentions of updating this story a day later but here we are.
The silk blindfold covered her eyes, she was unable to see him, but his touch told her all she needed. Her arms were tied above her head to the notch on her headboard; her entire body quivered in anticipation of where he would touch next. She felt the silk sheet being pulled from her body slowly, revealing her nakedness to the room. Such a thought would typically make her feel vulnerable, but his presence made her feel alive. She could feel her blood boiling in sheer anticipation of his next touch.
The feather began at her ankles and lightly danced its way up her body, her skin dimpling and quivering under its touch; she felt his warmth lie next to her on the bed. Light kisses began to dance upon her neck. Soft moans escaped her lips as she writhed against the restraints. The feverish excitement he ignited within her made her feel like she would burst into flames at any moment.
"Naughty girl," his warm, husky voice whispered into her ear, "Do I need to tie your legs as well?"
"No, I can be good," she moaned, "I promise, but please let me feel your lips."
She could feel him shift as his lips lightly grazed hers, she would move forward, hoping to capture them, but he would pull back just out of reach; she could feel his manhood hot and heavy resting against her side. The ache intensified between her legs as she longed again to feel him inside her. His mouth again found her neck more profound and lustful, his teeth light grazing the skin, causing her intense moans to grow.
Trailing down, he captured her luscious breasts in his mouth, causing her back to arch off the bed. While one was in his warm mouth, the other was teased by his hand; all the while, the feather danced over her sex, driving her closer and closer to the ultimate summit of pleasure. She never expected him to have such control over his quirk; he always seemed to be able to take it up a notch in the bedroom. She was oh so thankful for it.
His kisses trailed down her stomach to her pelvis; she spread her legs open for him, begging for him to kiss the very core of her womanhood; when she felt his tongue dance upon the edge, she could feel the explosion about to erupt. He would pull back and tease her; she shivered and writhed under his sensual kisses. He would expertly guide her to the edge but did not let her take the final plunge into the sea of erotic satisfaction.
"Please, Izuku," she begged, "Please bring me to release; I ach for your manhood like nothing before, please Baby, I have been a good girl; reward me with throbbing manhood." She could picture it so clearly there at the entrance to her sex.
"As you Wish!" he replied.
No words were sweeter to her ears as he felt his rigid, throbbing member against her quivering womanhood; she could feel him begin to push past the entrance. The reward of the final plunge was tantalizing close; with one single thrust, he would drive her over the edge.
The sound of her alarm clock jolted her awake; Momo bolted upright in bed, her most recent book of romance tumbling off her chest. No rope to bind her, no blindfold to rob her of sight, no feather dancing across her body, and no Izuku to relieve the incredible ache between her legs. The dream was still there dancing across her mind; making sure the door was locked, she decided she needed to address this situation post haste. As her eyes closed, her hand trailing between her thighs, the dream was right there to draw upon; quickly, she hit play on the phone, music filling the room to drown out her calling his name as she found orgasm, again, again, and again.
Momo, fresh from a shower, descended the stairs toward the kitchen. She was, of course, running late due to…unexpected circumstances. Yesterday during the alert, when she was pressed against him and had opened her top to make the bullhorn for him, that feeling hadn't left her all day. She had tried to push it away, just like her thoughts of how at least she was wearing a nice bra.
The dream was not just last night but others that she had, the feeling of him against her yesterday or when they hugged. His presence made things seem better, lighter, and warmer. She wanted to spend time with him, to be around for Inari, sing her to sleep, and chase away any bad dreams that little girl may have.
Be there when she woke up and set her off on the day with love and a full belly; she wanted all this and to wake in the arms of Izuku. She knew she had had a crush on him since the incident, but her therapist had warned her that it could just be caused because he had saved her from a dangerous situation and did not immediately act upon it.
She did her research and found it to be a genuine phenomenon; not wanting to put them through, she decided to get to know him better, and as she met Inari more, she knew that she needed to be sure before doing anything. Izuku was a father, which meant Inari was part of the package, and Momo didn't want to come into their lives only to leave because she realized she couldn't handle it or that her feelings were false.
So, she approached it from the avenue of friendship, and it just continued to blossom and grow. The best part of her day was Izuku and Inari. There was no doubt about that. Now she knew it; yesterday had confirmed it, she was in love with him. She wanted to be with him and be a mother figure to Inari.
Due to her tardiness, she knew he would not be downstairs at this time, which was good as the dream, and her recent actions still danced in her mind, even now, causing her a slight blush. In the kitchen, she saw the rest of the girls from her class sitting around the bar top eating breakfast; she could tell immediately that it was Izuku's doing, and she could feel the pout coming that she had missed it.
Kyoko could see the heiress pouting slightly, causing the rocker girl to smile. "Morning, Momo, don't worry about breakfast. Your Boyfriend left a plate in the microwave for you and this little not here," she said, waiving a folded piece of paper. "Should I just toss it aside, or do you want it?"
Momo sputtered, turning even more red as she finally responded. "He is not my boyfriend, and I would like to read that note, please." She said, walking to take the note. "It may have something to do with Inari."
The other girls started giggling as Momo took the note from the smirking Kyoka and quickly opened it to read it.
Momo,
Sorry I missed you at breakfast this morning, I made food for everyone, but I made a special plate for you; it is in the microwave. I hope you are feeling ok; if not, let me know, and I will check on you at lunch. I wanted to ask if you were free this Sunday; I wanted to take Inari to the park and out for the day. We missed you at breakfast; please message me so I know you are all right.
Inari & Izuku
P.S. Cream is in the fridge yellow bowl.
Momo blushed, thinking about spending the day out with them before she opened the microwave and saw that while the others had pancakes, two blueberry Belgium waffles were sitting in there, with eggs, bacon, sausage, and hashbrowns. She even spied fresh blueberry compote; she couldn't help but giggle as she set it to reheat and went to the fridge pulling out her fresh whipped cream for the waffles.
"What was that about him not being your boyfriend?" Mina asked, taking a bite of her pancake.
"I don't know what you are talking about," Momo said, trying to suppress her blush but not doing a very good job.
"Do you like him?" Ochaco asked nervously as she had a "date" with him Saturday. She didn't want to cause trouble if he was already involved.
"Yes, as a friend, I like him very much; you all see how he is a good person. What is there not to like," Momo said, sticking to her cover story.
"Well, then that means he is fair game, right?" Mina said.
"Y-Yes, he is," Momo said, getting up to get her food, "He is his own person and makes his own decisions." She didn't see Ochaco's smile, but the others did.
"That's good because he is rather cute, kero," Tsu said, placing her plate in the sink.
"Tsu!" Kyoka called out.
"What you said so to the other night," Tsu replied, throwing her friend under the bus.
"Well Kyoka," Toru asked.
"Ok, who here doesn't think he is at least cute?" she said; when there was silence, she just smiled. "Of all the boys, he is the cutest and hasn't stuck his foot in it like many others."
"You got that right," Toru said. "Mineta, Denki, and Sero are so out right now."
"Bakugo would be hot if he weren't such a prick," Mina said; when the other girls looked at her, she shrugged. "He has that whole bad boy vibe, but he is such an asshole that I would rather date my sock."
"Shoto is cute but so standoffish," Toru added. "Tenya?"
"To stiff," they all responded at once, causing laughter to break out.
"Midoriya wins by default," Mina said.
"Fumikage is handsome," Tsu said. "I like his vibe." They all just turned around and looked at Tsu. "What?" she said with a shrug. "I say what's on my mind." Causing more laughter. Momo focused on eating her food as her mind drifted to what the others had said. She didn't want Izuku to be free; she wanted him to be hers. But something was nagging at her, and it was named Itsuka Kendo.
-Itsuka Kendo-
Perfect Morning, absolutely perfect. She was greeted with a good morning photo of Inari, a bare-chested Izuku, and an invitation to breakfast. It was just the three of them, peaceful and just great. She even had the field of flowers dream again, but this time it was uninterrupted and perfect.
Now here she was, walking towards the daycare, holding Inari's hand and swinging her over any cracks that happened to be in the princess's way. And the world kept smiling down on her; he had just invited her to spend the day out with him and Inari, though he did mention Momo. She could live with that; nothing would put a damper on this morning.
After the drop-off and perfect goodbye kisses, they walked beside each other with friendly banter and some shoulder bumps. He took her on a roundabout way toward their classes, leading her to a coffee cart that she didn't know existed. She saw some of the upper-level students in the area. He remembered her order, didn't let her pay, and even purchased a pastry for them to share along the way.
As they walked under the shade of the trees, the only thing that could have made it perfect was for him to pull her behind the tree and capture her lips with his. Her mind clamped onto that fantasy and started to run with it like a fat kid running with a cookie. When they entered the campus building, she dreaded knowing that they would have to split apart to go to their separate classes, but when he walked her to her the door of his before saying his goodbye, she swore that there was no way he couldn't hear her heart thumping against her chest.
She entered class in her little world, sitting at her desk with her coffee; she absently plopped the last of the pastry in her mouth in bliss. The sound of someone snapping their fingers by her head finally brought her back to her Izuku-less classroom. Set was grinning at her.
"SSSOOO, we missed you at breakfast this morning." She said in an overly dramatic tone. "Now here you are, all lost in a daydream, drinking fancy coffee and eating a pastry. Now either someone slipped out after hours for a naughty rendezvous or woke up early for a little bit of morning delight." Her eyebrows wiggled suggestively.
Itsuka first blushed at the innuendo, then had to keep her mind from running off again with either of those fantasies; she quickly snatched back the cookie to keep the fat kid focused. "Or I met up with my best friend and goddaughter for breakfast, walked her to school, and was shown this wonderful little coffee cart on campus. I assure you, Set, there was naughty rendezvous or morning delight. Unless a wonderful breakfast and charging up my Inari gage counts, then yes."
"I will buy your excuse for now, madam," Set said, sitting back with a grin. "But I assure you, Detective Setsuna the Great is on the case." Itsuka just laughed and sipped her heavenly coffee; she mentally noted that she was thankful Ibara was not a mind reader at that thought. Today was almost perfect.
Vlad Sensei walked into the class, and they immediately quieted down. "Perfect class, first some announcements due to the break-in yesterday, there has been a shift in the schedule; Friday's heroic class will now be a joint training session with 1-A as their rescue training has been rescheduled. Both classes will have their rescue training together on Wednesday. So please prepare for a long day, as we will have much to go over."
"What kind of training will we have on Friday?" Neito asked.
"It will be four on four-with two members from each class, so I want you to do your best and ensure you work together. I want to show 1-A what teamwork looks like."
"YES, SENSEI!" they shouted back.
Itsuka was giddy at the thought of spending heroics class with Izuku, she would finally be able to see him in his costume, and he would see hers. She wondered what his reaction would be; she hoped he would at least look at her legs and always complement them. Friday couldn't come fast enough; sadly, her next sip of coffee would be the last as the cup was empty.
She was focused enough to make it through class but couldn't keep the smile off her face. Even Nieto going on about how they should all work together to dominate 1-A and show them who the superior class was, didn't bring her down.
-Momo-
She quickly thanked Izuku for breakfast and assured him she was fine; she had overslept. She nibbled on her thumb, smiling when he told her that Inari missed her at breakfast; she surprised herself when she sent, "Was she the only one?"
A simple "No, she wasn't the only one." It made her feel like she would float away.
"Good text?" Kyoka asked.
Momo nodded before she could stop herself; quickly, she composed herself, "It was just something cute; Inari was looking for me at breakfast." She slipped her phone into her pocket.
"That's sweet," Kyoka said; soon, the girls were absorbed in conversation about school and adjusting to the new environment. Momo would be lying if this wasn't something she had dreamed about, being just one of the girls, not being treated differently than anyone else.
Upon entering the class, she spied him immediately; she walked over, "Thank you for breakfast, Izuku," she said. "It was excellent." She smiled at him and made her way to her desk. Mineta glared at him; Izuku responded with a raised eyebrow before the purple-haired boy turned around to face the front of the class.
Midnight entered in perfect step with the bell, the morning announcements of the change to their heroic schedule due to the break-in, and the team exercise for Friday dominated the information. Midnight encouraged her class to work together and said that the goal of Friday's class was to show how well they could integrate as a team. Midnight explained how, much like their 2v2 battles, they would never know whom they would have to team up with in the field and that learning to integrate quickly was crucial to victory.
-Lunch-
Found Itsuka, Momo, and Izuku falling into their all-familiar dance of securing food and making their way toward their lunch table. Momo watched as this all played out in front of her; she focused more on Itsuka as she tried to figure out the dilemma in the back of her mind. Does Itsuka Kendo have feelings for Izuku beyond friendship? If so, how does Izuku feel?
Something slowly dawned on Momo, Itsuka was Momo's best friend, and she looked forward to talking with the girl most days. They had bonded over the time they knew each other before school, and if anyone was currently holding that spot, it was Itsuka.
Itsuka knew everything that had happened, all about Momo's childhood, the two girls spent much time together, and they both cared deeply for Inari, and now the question was how they felt about Izuku. Feelings were complicated; scenarios played in her head, Momo confessing to Izuku and he rebuking her, embracing her, Itsuka rebuking her, embracing Izuku. She chased the thoughts from her head; for now, maybe the first step was to converse with Itsuka.
-Itsuka Kendo-
A perfect morning translated into a good day and evolved into a beautiful night. Itsuka found herself sitting on the bench behind the 1-A dorms as the squeals of laughter warmed her heart. Inari was having a grand time on her playset, running around with Fumikage, Eijiro, and Mina. She had just enjoyed a wonderful little dinner with Izuku and Inari. She knew the setting sun would reluctantly call her back to her dorm. But she would bask in this simple but special day for a little longer.
She leaned over and rested her head on his shoulder, "She is having so much fun."
"Yea, she is," Izuku said, apparent happiness in his voice. "I am so surprised how everyone has taken to her; even those that don't want much to do with her are still nice to her, and all the girls love her."
"She is the perfect ambassador; you heard how she made friends with, like, my entire class the other night," Itsuka said.
"Just let her speak for me, then? I don't know if I could afford all the apple juice she would make me buy." He said, chuckling.
Reluctantly she lifted her head off his shoulder, "Ojiro?"
"Nothing," Izuku replied. "He has been quiet and distant ever since the battle trials; I did go off on him."
"He deserved it, that asshole."
"That he did, but we will see what happens from here on out."
"You ready for heroic class tomorrow?" she asked. "I don't know if I want us to be on the same or opposite team."
"I don't either," he laughed. "You know what? We need to get together and spar; I miss those days."
"Maybe we can work something out." She said the thought of alone time sounded pleasing.
"MINA, THE BATHS ARE READY!" Toru yelled from a window. "BRING INARI WITH YOU. IZUKU. MOMO TOLD ME TO TELL YOU WE ARE KIDNAPPING YOUR DAUGHTER FOR A BIT!"
"OKAY!" he yelled back.
Itsuka laughed, "You are not going to argue about it?"
"Are you nuts?" he said. "The six of them would murder me."
Mina brought Inari over to give Itsuka hugs and kisses before Mina disappeared into the dorms with her. Itsuka hugged Izuku before she left to go to her dorms. Eijiro walked over to Izuku.
"Hey man, us guys were going to have Ultimate Hero Brawl Smackdown 8 tournament, hang out, eat some chips, drink some soda; you want to join us?"
"Yea, that sound like a lot of fun," Izuku responded. "Fumi?"
"I look forward to establishing my dominance over you fools." He said, smirking.
-Izuku-
Having never experienced a group of guys playing video games before, the level of shit-talking that was reached had him double over laughing. Even better was that Bakugo had gotten roped into playing as well.
When Izuku trounced him in the first round, he immediately blamed the controller, stomped off to his room, and returned the U.H.B.S 8 fighting stick, which prompted other boys to dash off for theirs. Ojiro stood on the edges of the group for a little bit before he retreated upstairs. The surprise winner Tenya Ida went undefeated with a massive grin on his face with every victory.
It was a great night. He didn't even mind the mess afterward.
-Inari-
Inari Midoriya was having the time of her life in the large girls' bath; she had managed to patiently sit through Momo washing her hair and body and rinsing her off before, with a nod from Momo, she found herself in the bath.
All the girls played with her and gave her all the attention she wanted. Then the bath ended, and they all sat in Momo's room with coloring books. They put ribbons in her hair, watched cartoons, and tickled her. She didn't want the night to end, even when her dad showed up.
Eventually, she had to say goodnight, but she got kisses from all of them before doing so. She even tried to get Daddy to give them kisses goodnight, but for some reason, Daddy and the girl's faces got red, and Daddy just told them all good night and took her downstairs to their room. Her daddy was funny like that.
-Izuku-
Having gotten Inari to bed and completed his evening rounds of the dorm, he stood at the sink dressed in just a pair of basketball shorts, drinking a glass of water when there was a knock at the door. Without thinking, he walked over and opened it; standing there was Ojiro. "Can I help you?"
"There is a clog in my bathroom," he said quietly, looking down. "I would take care of it myself, but the tools are locked up; I saw your light still on…"
Izuku grabbed his keys and walked to the maintenance room; he quickly grabbed his toolbox. "Lead the way," he said. The two walked in silence up the stairs to Ojiro's room. Izuku went straight to the bathroom, and sure enough, the sink was clogged; he opened the cabinet and went to work. The silence was deafening.
"Ojiro, I don't want to have a problem with you the entire three years we are here; I would like to find a way to work past this and at least be cordial to each other," Izuku said from beneath the sink.
"I crossed a line, big time. I shouldn't have said anything about your daughter." He replied.
"You are right about that," Izuku said. "I don't care if you have a problem with me, though I don't understand why. I don't care if you have a problem with Itsuka, she is a big girl and can take care of herself, but my daughter is off-limits."
"Yeah, man, I get that. I fucked up big time." He said quietly.
"Look, Ojiro, for some fucked up reason; you seem to have this notion that I sabotaged your relationship with Itsuka. I didn't even know about your relationship with her until after Inari's mom died, she came home. I told her that what she did was fucked up. I want to figure out a way past this. We are training to be heroes, and I need to know I can trust you to have my back. We don't have to be friends or anything, but we do have to be able to trust each other."
"When she left me, it seemed like she was running to you, and since I already was blaming you, it was easy just to be…"
"A dick?" Izuku supplied. "When I reached out to her, I wanted her to come back for the funeral, meet Inari, and maybe provide me some emotional support."
"You don't understand," he said, his voice cracking. "All I ever heard was Izuku this or Izuku that. If we were together, she would break off whatever we did to talk to you."
"Was it the same when Suijin called?" he said. "If she had told me she was on a date, I would have teased her and told her to call me after she was done playing tonsil hockey." Ojiro didn't respond as Izuku got to his feet and tested the sink to ensure it was clear.
"She didn't love me." He said.
"That's true," Izuku said. "I don't know what that is like, but I know what it is like to have the person you love most in this world taken from you. Ojiro, you have friends and family; when Suijin died, I had no one I could reach out to other than Itsuka. I would have done the same even if I knew about you because Itsuka is my best friend, and she was Suijin's best friend."
"How can I know that?" he protested. Izuku sighed and took a deep breath.
"I am only going to say this once; I didn't know you existed before she told me, and honestly, I would not have cared in the fucking slightest. As long as you made her happy, she deserves happiness would be my only concern. I could have walked in on the two of you having sex, and all I would have said would lock the damn door next time. We don't have to be friends. We have to work together. If you come at me or my daughter again, I will beat your ass. If the battle trial wasn't enough and you want to fight, I have a faculty pass. We can go to the sparing ground and settle this right now. It is your decision."
Ojiro stared at him; his hands clenched. "I loved her, man, and she didn't love me back." His eyes never left Izuku. "I don't want to be your friend; I don't like you. But we can be colleagues; I apologize for saying that about your daughter. Whether I like it or not, we are stuck together for the next three years, and we must learn to work together."
Izuku walked out of the room and headed downstairs when he saw a light in the kitchen and went to check it out. He saw a wild Mina shaking her butt as she was digging around in the fridge,
"I don't think your ready for this jelly,
I don't think you are ready for this,
'Cause my body too bootylicious for you, babe."
Now bear in mind that as she was doing this, she was in short sleep shorts; as she stood up from the fridge, her tank top was sheer, and there was no bra. Mina hadn't noticed him yet as she focused on a piece of chocolate cake.
Izuku felt his body respond, seeing this display in front of him. It was fucking sexy as hell. I don't know what that song is, but I love it. Holy hell, I should probably dip; oh fuck she spotted me. He thought. Mina looked up as she retrieved a fork and saw Izuku standing there with an eep. She jumped back, her hand over her heart. Everything jiggled in all the right places, Izuku noticed. What the fuck do I do?
"So I was curious, what did you get for that word problem on the math homework tonight?" he said, trying to be casual and thanking god that the counter hid his waist. I am a fucking moron.
"I don't remember," she said, confused, "But I do have to wonder if you are dressed like that just for little ole me?" she purred as she let her eyes dance over his bare chest, admiring the muscle.
Then, Izuku realized he was standing there with no shirt and a pair of basketball shorts. He blushed, trying desperately to come up with a response. "I just had to go unclog a drain, and my shirt got wet, so I took it off, but I can say the same thing about you." He said, leaning forward, hoping to god that he didn't sound as dumb as he thought he did.
It was then that Mina realized what she was wearing and that her breasts were practically showing due to the sheerness of her shirt. Her cheeks went purple before she picked up her cake and left the kitchen. "Night," she called over her shoulder as she disappeared up the stairs.
Once he was sure he was alone, he leaned his head against the counter, "Sweet Lord and Baby Jesus." His heart was pounding almost out of his chest; he quickly put the toolbox away and went to his room. He couldn't get the image out of his head as he drifted off to sleep though it wasn't Mina dancing in front of the fridge. Instead, it was a black-haired heiress, and it would not leave his mind so quickly.
-Aizawa-
Shota Aizawa's life had not been going well. It was darn well falling apart ever since the first day of term. His whole class mutinied against him and decided to walk out, which was okay with him; he had also expelled the previous year's 1-A on the first day. It was slightly bothersome because some of the students had some potential. He may have only expelled 5-7 of them on the first day.
Then that damn rat fired him, handing the class to Midnight. He knew she wouldn't get rid of everyone, till probably the second year. She would waste time on those with no talent and not dedicated, taking time from those that could make it. Those that survived their time with him had the highest survival rate of their first two years of being pro heroes. He was saving these kids' lives. Wasn't he?
He found himself on patrol for two nights after being fired. Yes, he could admit that he may have been a little rougher bringing some people in, but he was not a robot; he had emotions. Well, sympathy and compassion were not his strongest, Wrath on the other hand. He knew that one rather well till that night.
He had encountered a small-time drug dealer, nothing too major, but he let the buyer leave and decided to follow the dealers to see if they could lead him to something bigger. And they did, just not in the way Aizawa could have hoped. Once he found their little hub and manufacturing center, it was simple to bust-in and arrest; easy, job well done.
The dealers put up a fight but were relatively quickly dealt with; one had managed to escape the initial scuffle. He had chased him down farther into the facility and found him trying to get an addict off the couch to escape. When he burst in and captured the male, the female's voice caught his attention.
"Hey, Mr. Aizawa, is that you?" Her voice sliced through the air like a knife, slurred and singsong the result of her noticeable high.
The boy struggling in his capture scarf immediately stopped struggling. "Mr. Aizawa?"
"Who are you two?" Shota was not used to hearing his name tossed around by villains and drug addicts. Eraser head, sure, but Mr. Aizawa, that would be a big bad no.
The girl stumbled forward, "Mr. Aizawa, it's me, Katie. Don't you remember me?" The girl was a mess, in short, grey gym shorts and a red-tattered tank top. Aizawa looked at the girl with dawning recognition before looking at the not struggling boy as recognition settled in again.
They were Katie and Kato's; twin brother and sister from last year's class. The girl could command water but had little actual control, and the boy could manipulate air but was very weak. While pursuing the young man, Aizawa noticed that he had used his air blast to blast open doors, knock stack boxes over, and perform other feats.
Aizawa clapped the quirk-suppressing cuffs on the boy and turned his attention to Katie, who was in a drugged-induced haze. The police took Kato to the station for processing as Aizawa sat with Katie, who was receiving medical attention. "Katie, what happened?" he asked.
The girl had just flopped over, and her eyes locked on his, "You did."
"What do you mean?" he said confused.
"We worked hard to get into U.A., and then you kicked us out the first day. We could barely get any other hero school to look at us," she giggled and smacked her lips, "Can I get some water?" Aizawa looked at the EMT, who nodded; Aizawa handed the girl a bottle of water he had to help her take a drink.
"None of them wanted to touch us; we got kicked out on day one. Our quirks weren't powerful, so there wasn't a lot for us. You remember Amber?" Aizawa nodded that she was another girl from the expelled class. "She was down, and she is the one who gave me Phantasia for the first time. It is so great; I don't care anymore." She waved her hand in front of her face like there was more to see than the simple act. "Kato takes care of me; he is such a good brother." She smiled broadly and laughed at something that wasn't there.
"Where is Amber?" Aizawa asked wondering if she was still in the facility.
"She's dead," she giggled again, "her parents kicked her out, she started hooking, and one of her johns killed her. Poor Amber. I miss her sometimes." Katie was smiling and laughing as they loaded her into the ambulance, Aizawa could hear the laughter as the doors closed and they drove away.
Aizawa went to the police station and walked into Kato's interrogation chamber.
"Mr. Aizawa," his voice dripped with venom. "Well, I guess you were right, Katie, and I had no potential."
Aizawa looked at the boy, "I said you had no potential for heroics. Why didn't you pursue something else?"
"We WANTED TO BE HEROES, YOU SACK OF SHIT; we trained to be heroes, we dreamed of being heroes, we studied to be heroes. What is your drugged-induced mind thinks that translates to something else? Do you know what our parents did to us when we came home at 10 am and had to tell them that we had been expelled? Do you know that tuition is not fully refundable? They only give you back 50%. Katie was devastated, then she got hooked on Phantasia, and Amber's parents kicked her out. You know that one of the other guys you arrested tonight was in your glass two years before me. You expelled him on day 2."
"You two could have applied…" he started to say.
"To where? What other hero school wants two twins who got expelled from U.A. on the first day? Hey Mom and Dad, I know you just shelled out a fortune for me and my sister to go to U.A. We got kicked out. Can you do that again so we can attend this other hero school? Oh, by the way, it is far away, and you must pay for us to have a dorm, and we are not allowed to work to subsidize this at all." He yelled, his voice ripe with anger. "You know that out of the twenty of us, only four got into another hero course. Three got into general education, and five are dead. Ken killed himself that night, you son of a bitch."
Aizawa stared at the young man.
"Now I am going to jail; Katie will be released from the hospital in 72 hours and be on the street. I hope she doesn't end up like Amber, but she was already that way before I started supplying her. I made my choices, and I get that; this is my fault. I want you to look at me, and I promise you will see me again when I get out. Remember to send flowers to Katie's funeral for me. I got nothing else to say to you; get the fuck out of here."
"Kato…"
"GET OUT, GET THE FUCK OUT!"
Aizawa stepped out, and he could hear Kato screaming until the door closed. He started walking down the hall, pulling out his phone; a sleepy famous radio host answered on the other end. "Shota, is everything ok? It's 2 am?"
"Hizashi, I need a favor." his voice was desperate.
"Sure, Shota, sure; what do you need?" Hizashi knew something was going on.
"I need you to get me the name of every student I have expelled."
"Why do you need that?"
"Please, Hiza?"
Present Mic knew something was wrong; Shota hardly said please and only called him Hiza when drunk. "Ok, Shota, do you need it now?"
"As soon as possible." He replied and hung up the phone. He raced to the hospital, going to check on Katie; he found her still drugged out in a room with other people in a similar state. When she saw him, she started laughing; he walked over to her.
"Katie, I want to get you to help. Will you let me help you?" he asked a hint of pleading in his voice.
A look of sobriety washed over Katie momentarily before she spat on him. "GET OUT, YOU RUINED OUR LIVES, AND NOW YOU WANT TO PLAY HERO. I DIDN'T NEED YOU TO BE A HERO; I NEEDED YOU TO BE A TEACHER. GET OUT, GET THE HELL OUT!"
Soon everyone in the room started shouting the same thing. Aizawa was stunned into silence; a nurse pulled him out of the room.
Aizawa returned to the agency to fill out the paperwork in a daze; he didn't even acknowledge Ms. Joke when she passed him in the hall. When he got home, he found a box on the coffee table inside his home. Only Hizashi and Nemuri had a key to his place. He walked over, retrieved his laptop from his bedroom, sat with the box he opened, pulled the first file, and ran it into the system.
Three days later, Nemuri and Hizashi found Aizawa sitting in a darkened room; papers were thrown everywhere. He was drunk, and empty bottles of whisky were everywhere. He looked at his friends with a haunted look. "I killed them; I killed so many of them. I thought I was saving them, but instead, I killed them."
Hizashi said nothing but walked over and lifted his friend by the arm. "Shit, Shota, you need a bath; come on." He dragged his friend down the hall; Nemuri turned on the lights and opened a window to air out the place some. She started picking up the papers before she picked up a legal tablet that was crumpled and tear-stained. She started reading down the list of names. Next to the names was a year, and next to that were words like Incarcerated, Dead, Suicide, Drugs, Alcoholic, and Vigilante. Only a few said Married and happy, and even a fewer numbers said Hero.
*Author Note*
So I hope you liked the chapter.
The opening was an ode to the romance novels that Momo reads, I wanted it to sound like something our of a harlequin romance novel or what they used to call bodice rippers just without the violence.
Either way I figured it was time to start moving the relationships forward. I hope you enjoyed the chapter. As i said it wasn't my intention to update so soon but once I had the idea for the opening all the rest just fell into place.
Thank you to everyone for all your support i really appreciate it.