Chapter Text
10 years later
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Izuku glances at his watch and sighs, closing his laptop. “Well, I’m sorry, but I’ll have to leave early today.”
Class 1A doesn’t know whether they should be excited for an early weekend or disappointed that one of their favorite teachers leaves half an hour early. “Why though?”
“None of your business,” he smirks as he packs up. “Just enjoy your weekend and don’t forget your homework.” He’s already pulling off his hero costume’s gloves as he walks towards the door, ignoring the scattered cries of outrage at his deflection.
He had important people to meet, after all.
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The building he enters is not one you’d expect a hero to enter for fun. The outside looks dilapidated, and the area is rife with small time crime. Rumors in the underworld have it that it once belonged to the boogeyman, others again say that it is run by a former villain. Others again claim that it used to be the headquarters of the League of Villains, though most won’t even be able to tell you who belonged to it.
The thing is, all of these things are true.
“Ah, hi there, Mido, the usual? Most of the others are already in the back,” the pale man with purple smoke for hair greets him as he enters, and Izuku waves at him.
“Yes, thanks, Shirakumo-san, that’d be great.”
“How many times have I told you to call me Oboro?”
“Forget it,” a raspy voice grunts from the corner. “He ain’t even calling me by my first name, and he was my Quirk Counselor.”
Izuku rolls his eyes at the man playing Mario Kart on his Switch. “It’s polite!”
“Sure,” the man snorts, waving him off as Izuku grabs his drink and goes to the back room, immediately greeted by loud cheers from the already slightly tipsy group of heroes.
“Midobro!” Kirishima cheers in the middle of his song, before he goes back to singing Living La Vida Loca with Kaminari.
Izuku waves as he slides into his seat besides Todoroki, looking at his hand. “How much have you lost yet?”
“Don’t ask,” the other man snorts, throwing down his cards and giving up. “We’ll deal you in for me next round. You gotta avenge my honor.”
“What honor,” Bakugou snorts, rolling his eyes as he calls and collects his winnings. “Your honor died when you became a nerd simp.”
“My ranking says different, Mr 43.”
“Fuck off, Icythot, I’ll beat your ass next season.” He points at Izuku calmly sorting his cards. “And you, nerd, when will I finally get my new fucking gauntlets?”
From the next table over Monoma cackles. “Maybe if you didn’t blow them up last week, you wouldn’t be waiting for their replacements now!” That earns him a round of laughter from most of the room and he grumbles into his drink. Hatsume wooshes into the room next, mumbling apologies for being late, but one of her students blew up the lab and she had to clean up.
“How does it feel to be on the receiving end of that?” Jirou snickers, pushing out the chair beside her with her foot. “Bet you regret all the times you gave Powerloader hell.”
“No way,” she cackles, sitting down in a plume of construction dust. “Blowing up the lab with Mido are some of my best memories of highschool!”
“Remember the rainbow glitter bombs?”
“Remember? Aoyama still orders them for his costume.”
“They are très magnifique!”
“That they are,” she agrees with a smirk. “Now, who’s next for karaoke? I have the need to sing Barbie Girl .”
“Oh Jesus, no,” Shinsou groans, making a few of them jump, having forgotten he was even there. “Anything but that, please.”
“You get to sing some Linkin Park after, just please let me annoy you first.”
“Ugh, fine.”
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As the night drags on, more and more of their group leave because of early shifts, and some because they came straight to the gathering from work and needed to sleep.
Eventually, Izuku too gets up to leave when he notices Todoroki blinking sleepily, dragging the other man out along with him and waving everyone goodbye. “Come on, you stubborn ass,” he chuckles, while the other leans on him heavily, grumbling about being tired and can’t Izuku please just carry him? Pretty please? “You’re a head taller than me, I’m not carrying you all the way home.”
“You lift the sofa for warmups,” Todoroki complains. “I’m not that heavy compared to that.”
“Oh fine, you big baby.”
Todoroki cheers sleepily as Izuku lifts him onto his back. “Hey.”
“Hm?”
“Did you ever think this was gonna be our lives?”
“Carrying my former student around because he’s a brat? No, can’t say I did.”
“Haha,” he pokes the back of his head petulantly. “I meant that we’d all be friends.”
Izuku hums. “To be honest, I never thought I’d be a hero . I was trying, but part of me didn’t believe I’d manage.”
“Really?” Todoroki snorts. “Your self-esteem is worse than my sense of self-worth.” The arms around Izuku’s shoulders tighten. “You were my hero, you know? You didn’t even know me, but you did everything to make sure I’d be okay.”
“You were my student!”
“Did your teachers ever cancel your abuser and ruin their career?”
Izuku opens his mouth to retort, but ends up just sighing. “Fine, you win.”
“That’s right, Mr 28, listen to number 15.”
“Oh for the love of god.”
Todoroki’s chuckles didn’t stop until they reached the train station.