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U.A. Teachers and Company - 9:10 AM
Dekiru-chan (Izuku) is online.
Dekiru-chan: pls save me aizawa
Dekiru-chan: im gonn die
Dekiru-chan (Izuku), Pink Panther (Tsukauchi), Jacked Bugs Bunny (Miruko), Falcon (Hawks), Captain Jack Sparrow (Ms. Joke), Eraserdad (Eraserhead), Fus Roh Dah (Present Mic), Anya Amasova (Midnight), and Dr. Strange (Sir Nighteye) are online.
Pink Panther: Kid???
Jacked Bugs Bunny: just give me a name, ill kick there ass
Falcon: ignore him
Falcon: hes bein dramatic
Captain Jack Sparrow: bout wat?
Falcon: the hero gala
Captain Jack Sparrow: ohhhhh
Dekiru-chan: im go be eaten alive
Pink Panther: Kid, I’m sure you’ll be fine.
Dekiru-chan: y cant i stay w aizawa???
Eraserdad: socializing will be good for u
Fus Roh Dah: ILL BE THERE LIL LISTENER!!!
Dekiru-chan: ive been betrayed
Anya Amasova: its the 1 day of the yr that shou can get a full night of sleep
Anya Amasova: no 1 can take that away from him
Fus Roh Dah: IT’S TRUE
Fus Roh Dah: THE 1 YR I TRIED 2 GET SHOU 2 COME HE PUNCHED ME
Anya Amasova: ill b bringin my niece
Anya Amasova: im sure u 2 ill get along
Dr. Strange: Every time I enter this chat, the grammar gets worse and worse.
Dekiru-chan: SASAKI-SAN
Dekiru-chan: u will save me right?
Dr. Strange: From what?
Falcon: the hero gala
Dr. Strange: Ah.
Dr. Strange: Unfortunately for you, I am going with my sidekicks and my intern.
Dekiru-chan: >:0
Dekiru-chan: betrayal
Izuku grumbled, readjusting the tie again and refusing to look at the other two heroes. He’d much rather be at home working, with Sushi in his lap and in pajamas, but no. He had to be in a stuffy suit (even if he did look good and it probably could’ve been less comfortable) and in a limousine, riding with Keigo and Rumi to the Hero Gala.
Keigo was in the outfit he bought yesterday, lounging with one wing tucked around Izuku. He looked like he just stepped off of a runway. Izuku knew the secret: he spent four hours before this just getting his makeup and hair perfect. He knew because Keigo also spent those four hours making sure that Izuku was also perfectly done up.
Meanwhile, Rumi clearly didn’t have the same qualms. The only improvement to her hair was that it was combed, and she was wearing a dark purple vest and slacks that look like they just came out of the closet and haven’t been touched for a year. She was wearing a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, and she was wearing the same silver sneakers that she always wore. Rumi told him herself that a few years ago, Keigo insisted on getting her a good outfit for the gala, so she got the laziest option she could and has been wearing it ever since.
While Keigo and Rumi were bickering over outfits (Keigo was trying to convince Rumi to wear more bling, it was not working), Izuku slipped out his phone, reasoning that even if he couldn’t do work, he could at least check his email and get something done.
A red feather snatched his phone out of his hands. “Hey!” Izuku shouted, lunging for it. “Give it back!”
“Nope!” Keigo tucked the phone into one of his pockets. “You’re supposed to be socializing and having fun. No work!”
“Come on! Just in the car? I’ve got things to do!”
“Nope!” Keigo used his wing to tuck Izuku in closer to him. “If I’m using the gala as an excuse to procrastinate on paperwork, you are too!”
“Wow, so responsible,” Rumi deadpanned, getting a middle finger from Keigo in return.
“You’re also procrastinating,” Keigo shot back, trying one final time in vain to comb Izuku’s hair (seriously where did he get the comb from-).
Izuku batted Keigo’s hand away from his hair. “How am I the responsible one here?”
“Excuse me, the term you’re looking for is a workaholic,” Keigo said.
“And the term you’re looking for is slacker.”
Rumi started cackling, full on smacking the empty seat beside her as the door opened. The butler looked very confused, but said, “Sirs, madam, we have arrived.”
Izuku started to sweat as he heard the sound of reporters clamoring outside. Keigo shooed Rumi out. “Get out there.”
“Why am I going first?”
“Because you need to make us look good.”
Rumi rolled her eyes, but she winked at Izuku. She slipped out, and Izuku could hear her snappy remarks as she hogged the reporters’ attention.
Keigo turned back to Izuku, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and pulling him close. “Hey, you’ll be fine. The reporters aren’t broadcasting this live, and we filled out the form. They’re not allowed to release your information or pictures.”
“What about you? Don’t you want pictures?”
Keigo shrugged. “I can always come back and rock the runway later.”
Izuku sighed. “Let’s just get this over with.”
The door opened, and Keigo flaunted out, wrapping a wing around Izuku to shield him from the lights. Izuku tuned out the reporters’ questions, only really registering Keigo saying “Ladies, ladies, I’ll come back later” as they fled to the manor.
Once they went inside, Izuku let out a sigh of relief. Keigo chuckled, and Izuku flipped him the bird.
“Put your birds away,” Keigo said, covering Izuku’s hand with his. “Anyways, let’s go find Tensei. I’m sure he’ll know where all the cool kids hang out.”
Izuku grumbled, letting himself be dragged along. He swore he could hear Rumi laughing at him.
“Hi!” Keigo said cheerily, while Izuku let himself be dragged along, stewing in the misery of being outside of his lovely apartment. “Were we late?”
“You were five minutes earlier than usual,” Tensei ribbed Keigo.
Another teenager, who looked similar to Tensei and who Izuku presumed was the man’s younger brother, started chopping his arms (?) and said, “That’s still an hour and fifty five minutes late!”
“We were five minutes early? Shoot.” Keigo pretended to check his non-existent watch, then started dragging them away. “C’mon Izuku, we need to leave so we can come back and be properly fashionably late.”
Izuku started to thrash, mostly just playing it up because as much as he tries to deny it, he too is a dramatic bitch. “No! I survived once already! I’m not going back in front of the vultures!”
Tensei was laughing behind them, and Keigo brought the two over to the table. There were a few kids there already. Izuku spotted a dual hair boy with a scar over one side of his face, a girl with pink curls, and a kid with his teeth on the outside of his face sitting with the Iidas. Keigo sat Izuku down at the table, who was grumbling.
“You’re new! I haven’t seen you at one of these before,” the kid with teeth said. “I’m Honenuki Juzou. My uncle is Snatch.”
The pink haired girl smiled, shoving some sort of skewer in her mouth. “Hatsume Mei, future CEO of Hatsume Inc!”
“Todoroki Shouto,” The dual haired kid said curtly.
“I’m sorry for not introducing myself!” The smaller Iida said. “My name is Iida Tenya, and I’m the younger brother of Iida Tensei!”
“You’re Tenya? I’ve heard a lot about you from Tensei.” Izuku smiled. “I’m Midoriya Izuku. It’s good to meet you all.”
“Are you the analyst my brother talks with regularly?” Tenya asked. Izuku just nodded. “That’s amazing!”
He flushed, covering his face with his hands as Tenya continued to ramble on about how smart and great Dekiru was. “It’s not that big of a deal,” Izuku muttered.
“Wait, so you’re Dekiru?” Hatsume asked, scooting over closer. Izuku nodded meekly. “That’s great! Be my business partner!”
“Uhhh-”
“Broccoli-chan!”
Izuku groaned. Everything was going on all at the same time. He slumped onto the table to hide his face from Kayama.
“Hello Kayama-san!” Tenya said.
“Hi children!”
Izuku looked up. Standing next to Kayama was a taller girl with straight black hair, who must be Kayama’s niece.
Kayama smiled, nudging her niece forwards. “This is my niece, Yaoyorozu Momo.”
Izuku waved. “Midoriya Izuku.”
“And?”
Izuku sighed. “I’m also Dekiru.”
Yaoyorozu sat down next to Todoroki. “It’s excellent to meet you.”
Izuku smiled back. “I’m glad to meet you too.”
He looked around, seeing that Kayama, Tensei and Keigo were gone and breathed a sigh of relief.
“So, how did you become a famous analyst?” Honenuki asked. “No offense, but you’re our age.”
Izuku shrugged. “It’s a funny story, actually…”
Keigo’s wings tickled, and he smiled behind his cup as he heard Izuku ramble happily to his new friends. He heard a new voice then, it sounded like the American Hero Cow Lady and her younger sister. He was happy that Izuku was finding friends.
“Are you still spying on Izuku? I thought he’s doing fine,” Rumi said, swirling her wine around. She was being snarky, but Keigo could hear her concern.
“Not actively spying on them, just checking in once in a while,” Keigo responded.
“How did you get a feather on him without him noticing?” Nemuri asked.
“I hid it in his hair.” He got snickers in response. “What? It’s like a bush. You can hide anything in there.”
They got more serious then. “How are the cases going?” Tensei asked.
“No moves on the school district yet,” Keigo responded. “Apparently Nedzu wants Izuku to help take it down as part of his curriculum. Nedzu’s still getting evidence for the lawsuit against Musutafu Public Hospital, apparently they’re not cooperating.”
Nemuri hesitated, before leaning in. “And Midoriya-san?”
Keigo shook his head. “No new leads.”
Tensei frowned. “Well, we’re keeping an eye out at the agency. I know Mirai’s looking into it too, although he’s more focused on the Shie Hassakai case right now.”
“I was thinking of asking more heroes onto this case,” Keigo said. “The more eyes looking for them, the better, right?”
Nemuri nodded. “I reached out to a couple friends at Ketsubutsu and Shiketsu, maybe they moved their operations out of Musutafu and over to another city.”
“I don’t know if them moving cities or just lying low is worse,” Rumi muttered.
Keigo shook his head. “Let’s focus on getting more people on the case.”
They split up, Keigo going to find a few heroes he recognized from working on other cases. Hopefully the more people on board, the faster these villains can be caught.
He doesn’t want to find out what these bodies are for the hard way.
“You could do so much with your quirk!” Izuku said excitedly, having rounded onto Yaoyorozu. “Have you tried creating gasses? Oh, what about if you make food for yourself if you find yourself running low on lipids? You said you can’t create organic material, what about wood? What about-?”
He stopped himself when he realized that the other girl was just blinking at him. “Sorry, I know I can go kinda fast…”
“Please, don’t be,” She responded quickly. “Your questions are very insightful… When I can understand them…”
“I promise my analyses are usually a lot more polished than this, when I spend time on them instead of dumping my thoughts out.”
“Brain dumping is an important part of the process!” Hatsume shouted from her end of the table. “The best ideas come from that initial rush of thought! That spark of inspiration!”
“Yeah, but I usually save my brain dumping for the cat, and not to people’s faces,” Izuku rubbed his neck nervously.
Tsunotori looked up at that. “Cat?” She asked.
Izuku brightened up. “Yeah! I have a cat, her name is Sushi. I would show you pictures, but I don’t have my phone on me.”
“Oh, before I forget,” Yaoyorozu made a piece of paper and a pencil from her arm. “Tsunotori, Midoriya, if you could write your phone numbers here, I could add you to the group chat for hero kids.”
Izuku muttered his thanks, quickly scrawling out his number and handing it to Tsunotori. She seemed to look a little relieved that the numbers were familiar to her and wrote her number down too.
“I can’t wait to start making babies with you!” Hatsume shouted. Izuku sputtered as some of the table tried to hide their laughter and the rest of the table just laughed.
“She means her inventions,” Honenuki explained through wheezing laughter.
“Oh- Oh okay,” Izuku’s face was still red as he took a bite of his food. “That- That makes more sense.”
“I- I don’t mean to be rude,” Tsunotori said, tilting her head a little bit. “But is that a feather in your hair, Midoriya?”
“A feather?” Izuku asked, before he groaned. “Dammit Keigo!”
Midway through a conversation with Manual and Native, Keigo sneezed.
“Hold still,” Yaoyorozu said, and Izuku did the best he could. Thank goodness she was so tall. “Got it!” She held the red feather in her hand, handing it back to Izuku.
“Thanks,” Izuku said sincerely, then paused. He turned to Todoroki. “You can create ice using your quirk, right?”
Todoroki nodded, looking confused.
Izuku didn’t think it hurt to get a little brotherly revenge. He held the feather out to Todoroki. “Can you freeze it?”
Keigo yelped, feeling cold register through his feather and at the tips of his wings. There was only one person who could’ve done this.
“Dammit Izuku!”
Izuku’s eyes were gleaming as he rambled happily about Todoroki’s quirk. “So if you made the air really cold with your right side, and then made a little fire with your left, you could create a massive explosion!”
“Please do not create explosions,” a voice said dryly behind him. Izuku turned around and saw Sasaki standing behind him, with three teens standing behind him like ducklings.
“Hi Sasaki-san!” Izuku grinned, waving. “And they’re only hypothetical explosions.”
Sasaki raised an eyebrow. “Like how the racoons that have infested my agency are only hypothetically there?”
Izuku shrugged. With a sigh, Sasaki beckoned to the three teens to introduce themselves.
“Hello, my name is Toogata Mirio, or Lemillion! And my mentor is Sir Nighteye.” The blonde said, shaking Izuku’s hand.
“Hi! Hado Nejire, or Nejire-chan, and my mentor is Ryukyu!” Skipping the handshake entirely, the older girl instead pulled Izuku into a short hug.
“Amajiki Tamaki, Suneater. My mentor is Fatgum.” The nervous teen responded. Izuku just gave him a short wave, he was clearly anxious.
“Midoriya Izuku, or Dekiru,” Izuku smiled.
“You’re Dekiru?” Toogata asked. “Sir talks about you a lot! I’d love it if you could do an analysis!”
“Of course!” Izuku grinned, leaning in. “What’s your quirk?”
Toogata went through a brief explanation of his quirk, and Izuku was off, hypothesizing and questions and theorizing. The words were less for them and more for himself as he talked through his thoughts.
“Wow!” Hado said, her eyes wide. “Do you do this for everyone?”
Izuku blushed as the entire table behind him said “Yes” in unison.
Sasaki rolled his eyes, patting Izuku on the shoulder. “Save the analysis for later, alright? Just get to know each other.”
Toogata pulled up a seat, the other two following suit. “Would you like to know about my quirk?” Hado asked.
Izuku’s eyes practically sparkled as he answered “Yes!” without hesitation.
Keigo smiled, as they were driven home in the limousine. Izuku was zonked out, leaning on his shoulder and snoring softly. Rumi was asleep across from him, although she was out because of the alcohol rather than the excitement of meeting new people.
He was glad that the green bean was making more friends. And he was glad that they had more eyes on Midoriya Inko’s case. His mom’s death hit Izuku pretty hard, so Keigo’s happy that he found friends his age he could lean on.
Keigo shifted, letting his wing drape over Izuku like a blanket. He’ll be alright.