Chapter 1: Izuku Midoriya: Origins
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If there was one single day that Izuku Midoriya would never forget for the rest of his life, it was the day that he first received his quirk. He could recall it all-in crystal-clear clarity, the surprise, the shock, the immediate pandemonium. It had all started out a not so unordinary day. Izuku was getting ready for school, and for once he was up nice and early, and had just finished up his breakfast. With some free time to kill Izuku had picked up his Ipod (All Might themed of course), and as not to bother his mother with his admittedly rather loud music he slipped in a pair of ear bugs, and turned up the volume, closing his eyes and dancing along to the music.
The song was very old, almost ancient, bordering on two centuries but Inko had always been a stickler for the classics. It was called Some Like it hot, by a pre quirk,,, boy-band he believed his mother had called them, called SPYAIR. The song was endlessly catchy, and though the lyrics were a little bit sad in places, it had a real ‘You can do it’ vibe to the music.
It was just as the song ended that it finally happened. Dancing along to the music, Izuku snapped his fingers, and suddenly felt his entire body lurch upwards, a sudden feeling of weightlessness overtaking him. Panicking Izukus eyes snapped open, but everything looked off.
The entire world seemed to be covered in a rainbow coloured film over it, it was so bright. IT only lasted for a second however, as the world then returned to normal and Izuku suddenly realised that he was three meters off the ground.
“Wooooooahhh!” Izuku shouted as he plummeted back down towards the ground very quickly.
Inko who was reading the news on her phone looked up to see her baby suddenly fall from the ceiling and land with a particularly loud thud on the cork floor of their kitchen. Immediately she was on her feet and rushed over to her baby expecting tears and a screaming toddler.
While she did get both she was not expecting to see tears of joy, and a massive smile on her babys face as he beamed up at her, squealing happily at the top of his lungs.
“I got my Quirk mama I got my quirk!” he yelled, blood trickling down his nose.
Once Inko had stopped fussing and panicking over Izukus injury, the weight of his words finally landed. Her little baby had a quirk. She quickly wrapped him in a warm hug, holding her little boy in her arms as he giggled happily.
A quick call to his school later, and both Izuku and his mother were driving down the freeway towards the nearest Quirk clinic, Inko doing her best to keep the already excitable four year old to keep still.
Izuku could hardly contain his excitement, practically vibrating in his chair as he sat in the clinic waiting room. It had finally come, it had finally come! He may have been the last one to develop his quirk, but it had finally come. Though he did wish that he hadn’t have to nearly break his nose to figure it out. He could barely stand waiting any longer, he’d been waiting his entire life for this moment, and it was finally happening.
He just wanted to find out what it was and show Kachan and the others.
“Um Dr. Friedman for an,,, Izuku Midoriya?” a rather tall bespectacled man called.
“That’s me!” Izuku hollered, jumping up form his seat, and eliciting some annoyed looked from the other patients. After some silent apologising from Inko the two Midoriya’s followed the man into a vacant room. As the Midoriyas sat down Izuku got a good look at the doctor. He was younger than most doctors he’d seen. Probably just a few years shy of his mother. He had clean flawless skin, a thin wispy beard, bright blue eyes and a bright smile. Izuku liked him immediately, the man just seemed trustworthy.
“Alrighty then, Izuku I hear you’ve just developed your quirk, you must be quite excited.” He grinned, looking down at the young boy who looked like he was about two seconds away from flying out of his seat. “Yeah, of course, it was so cool, it made my fly up into the air and,,,!” He was quickly shushed by his mother who nodded apologetically. “Izuku not now, I’m so sorry doctor.” She said, a pink hue to her cheeks. Dr. Friedman however simply laughed and waved off her apology. “Oh, it’s no bother, I’m actually quite giddy myself, it’s always fascinating to see what the next generation is bringing to the table.” He said his smile growing even wider.
“My own for example, Analyst, assists me in observing and understanding any situation or phenomena within my sightline.” He explained, turning back to Izuku. “Now young Midoriya, can you explain to me what you were doing when your quirk activated, any information would be extremely helpful.” The doctor said, whipping out a notebook, seemingly from nowhere.
“W-well I was just dancing around the living room and listening to some music, but I was using earbuds, I also had my eyes closed.” Izuku began, also pulling out his own notebook, again seemingly from thin air. Both the doctor and Izuku wrote at lightning speed, not a single detail left to spare. “Hmm, maybe an audible catalyst is needed, we’ll need to check for that later,,, and did you notice anything else?” “Then I snapped my fingers, and it felt like I was moving really fast, and when I opened my eyes I was in the air, and everything looked rainbow coloured, and there were a bunch of red lines everywhere.” That last detail seemed to grab the doctors attention, his eyes narrowing slightly.
“Now that’s a new one even for me.” He admitted, scratching his beard.
“And was the music still playing when you were falling?”
“No the song had just finished.” Izuku replied, again eliciting another long pause.
After a minute of pondering the doctor stood up, with his signature grin. “Well, I have a few ideas, but I’d like to test them out first, granted your both ok with it?” he asked, looking between the two verdanettes. Inko was slightly hesitant, but upon seeing Izuku’s beaming face, she couldn’t find it in herself to say no. He’d been waiting so long for this, she could let him indulge a little bit. “Alright, but nothing dangerous, one injury was enough for today.” She said finally. Dr. Friedman looked over joyed, jumping up from his seat and quickly moving towards the door.
“Fantastic, if you’ll just follow me, we have a room perfect for the testing we’ll be doing.” He said, motioning the Midoriyas to follow him.
Soon they found themselves in a large, padded room, about the size of their apartment. There was a small track with marked distances, and far away were a row of paper targets. “Welcome to testing field Alpha, I selected this one just in case Young Midoriya takes another tumble.” Friedman explained once again pulling out his notebook. “Now, Young Midoriya, I want you to put on a song, and but this time don’t put in your headphones.” Dr. Friedman said, gesturing to Izuku’s ipod.
Nodding quickly Izuku did just that, selecting the same song as before. The doctor frowned when he didn’t recognize the song, but aside from that nothing happened. Izuku felt a small pull, but aside from that, nothing.
Then he plugged in his earbuds and was transported to a different world. “W-whoa, its just like before, everything looks rainbow coloured, and the red lines are all around me.” Izuku squealed, jumping happily.
“Ah, so it requires an concentrated audible catalyst, alright, is it like it was before, is anything different?”
“Ummm, there are more red lines when one of us is talking, also, you all sound weird, like I can hear exactly what you’re saying but the music is still drowning you out.” Izuku said, tilting his head to one side.
“Absolutely fascinating, oh I’m so glad I came to work this morning!” The doctor said, writing like a madman.
“Ok, and now for another test, try snapping your finger, see what happens.” Nodding, Izuku looked at the track in front of him, took a deep breath, and snapped his fingers.
SNAP
Izuku felt the weightless feeling overtake him again, small lurching feeling overtaking him before he came to a sudden halt. Looking around himself Izuku was still on the ground, but not where he had been standing. He stood at least seven meters down the track. “Amazing, that was near instantaneous, but it’s not quite teleportation, Analysis is telling me that it’s a little more complicated than that. I believe your moving at supersonic speeds, the gust of wind and popping sound that his make when using your quirk implies that he’s moving at incredible speeds.” The doctor muttered to himself. Looking towards the baffled Inko, who was staring proudly at her little boy.
“And what did it feel like when you were moving young Midoriya, was there any wind or tingling?”
“I, uh,,, felt like I was moving, but I didn’t feel any wind anything, I just felt like I was moving forward.” Izuku said, scratching the back of his head. He didn’t quite know the words to explain what he was feeling. Though doctor Friedman still seemed enraptured.
“Ooooh, perhaps it gives you immunity to air friction whilst using your quirk, or maybe a form of enhanced durability?”
Midoriya didn’t quite understand what he meant by that, but it still sounded awesome.
“Ok, now there’s one more test I want you to complete.” Dr. Friedman said gesturing to the large practice dummy in the center of the room. It was one of those ones you’d seen a children’s dojo, with a rounded bottom, or what amounted to a large bowling pin. “I’d like you to use your quirk to punch this dummy, shoot over to it, and wind up a punch while you’re moving, I’d like to test another theory.”
Pausing his song Izuku followed him towards the dummy and set himself up, carefully, winding back his arm. He overheard a worried whisper from his mother asking if he was going to be alright. The doctor said he was going to be fine, the dummy is nice and padded, and highly shock absorbent, so it shouldn’t do to much damage to either of them.
With that in mind Midoriya gave them a thumbs up, turned on the music, and snapped his fingers, raising his free hand into a fist as he did so. Again, Izuku flew through the rainbow vortex, and swung his fist, impacting something soft, and leathery. But whatever he hit it wasn’t very strong, he barely felt any resistance at all. He must have missed. Sheepishly Izuku turned around, scratching the back of his head. “Oh um, sorry, I guessed I must have missed it, I can try again.”
“Um, Izuku sweety,” Inko began pointing to something behind him, a slight sweat forming on her brow.
“You didn’t miss.”
Confused Izuku turned around and saw the training dummy, or at least what was left of it. It now resided in several pieces scattered across the training room. Izuku was speechless, had he done that? A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. It’s really happening I finally have a quirk, real power. I can finally become a hero, like All might, a hero who can save everyone with a smile.
“W-well, that was, certainly unexpected.” Dr. Friedman said coughing slightly. “That dummy was stress tested to about 10,000 newtons of force, most impressive, young Midoriya.” The silence that followed was almost palpable as the room digested that tidbit of information. It was honestly a little frightening to see such a startling amount of power held within such a small boy.
“S-so doctor, what exactly is his quirk?” Inko finally asked breaking the rather uncomfortable silence. That seemed to switch him back on as the Dr. Friedman was quickly back to his normal energetic self.
“Oh of course, well I can say for certain that this one is quite a doosey.” He said, looking back between the Midoriya’s.
“It appears that Izukus quirk allows him to travel at supersonic speeds through sound waves. The only rules surrounding this seems to be that he must be wearing headphones or some kind of auditory device to activate it, that and it seems he must create a sound of his own to travel through.” The doctor said, scribbling down more notes as he went on, Izuku practically mirroring him as he went on.
“Now its definitely an emitter type quirk, and a mutation given the lack of similarities with your mother or fathers quirks, so all that’s left to do now is name your quirk kiddo.”
“Oh, a name ummm, how about Cannon ball, since I can shoot myself around like a cannon ball.” Izuku said snapping his fingers, thankfully this time he didn’t fly away.
“I like the sound of that Young Midoriya, now I believe that’s everything for the moment unless either of you have any more questions?”
Inko finally managed to shake herself out of her stupor and shook her head. “No thankyou doctor, but you’ve been most helpful thank you so much.” She said shaking Dr. Friedmans hand, as Izuku bounced over to them.
“Oh it’s my pleasure, and please take my card, and give me a call if you discover anything new so we can update his quirk profile.”
“Of course, now come on Izuku we need to get you to school and remember to thank Dr. Friedman.”
“Ok Mum, Thank you again DR. Freidman.” Izuku said, waving goodbye as he walked over to his mother only to stop and turn around.
“Um Dr’ Friedman, can I ask you one last question?” Izuku said, a hint of nervousness to his voice.
“Of course, Young Midoriya, what is it?”
“Do you think that I could become a hero with my quirk?”
There it was, the question that Izuku so desperately needed to know. His mother had always told him that once he got his quirk that he would become a great hero. But he needed to hear it from someone else. For a moment the Doctor said nothing before chuckling.
“Of course you can be a hero, with a quirk like yours I’d be more surprised if you didn’t become one.”
And just like that Izukus day became even greater. His little chest swelled with pride, and he had to steel himself to not start crying out with pure joy. He’d been so scared that he wouldn’t get a strong quirk, or even any quirk at all. Those had been the worlds he so desperately needed to hear.
“Thank you very much Doctor!” Izuku half shouted, following his mother out of the testing room, his beaming smile never leaving his lips.
It was just coming up to lunch time when Izuku arrived at Aldera Elementary. His mother had dropped him off, telling him they were having Katsudon for dinner as a special treat. She also told him not to show off too much, he wasn’t a hero yet afterall. Though the latter had honestly fallen on deaf ears. He wanted to show Kachan as quickly as he could, show him and the others just how cool his quirk was, that he wasn’t Deku anymore. Waving goodbye to his mother Izuku went off to explore the playground just outside his schools gates. They weren’t technically supposed to be there, but that had never stopped anyone from playing there during their breaks.
Tearing down the path Izuku followed the sound of Kachans very distinct voice (angry and commanding). But as the playground finally came into view Izuku found his feet grinding to a stop. Standing not too far away from him was Kacchan and two of the other boys he regularly hung out with. Though he’d never really learnt their names, he’d only ever heard Bakugou call them Wings and Fingers.
All three boys stood over another student, he was new and had only just transferred into their school a few days ago. He was a small, pale, white-haired boy, who had rather timidly referred to himself as Art.
Izuku didn’t really know much about Art. They hadn’t really spoken aside from when they’d played ice breakers earlier that week. However now he was panicked, bruises adorning his face, and tears in his eyes, as Bakugous lackeys held him down, while the firecracker himself stared rabbidly down Art, small explosions crackling off his hands.
“Kacchan? What are you doing?”
Kacchan slowly turned to look over at Izuku. “Oh, it’s just you Deku. Just stay over there, I’m gonna teach this extra a lesson.” He said, cracking his knuckles, smoke rising from his hands after every pop.
“The quirkless freak here kept on running his mouth. Told me I’d never be a hero.” He smirked, turning his gaze back to Art, a cruel spark making itself at home in the blonde boys eyes.
“B-but wait Kacchan, that’s no -reason to beat him up, and besides he’s not quirkless, he’s probably just a few days a way from getting his.” Izuku stuttered, choosing his words carefully. Kacchan had been quick to anger recently and he wasn’t keen on attracting his ire.
“Hah, shows what you know stupid Deku, I heard the teachers say that he went to the doctors this morning.” Kacchan said, his words making the white haired boy whimper.
“Apparently this little bug has an extra toe joint, it means he’ll never get a quirk, he’ll always be a quirkless loser!” He cackled, fingers and wings Laughing along with him.
Having said his piece Kacchan wound up his arm, sparks crackling across his open palm. But he never made contact, as suddenly he was thrown clear across the park, landing roughly on the pavement, and skidding to a halt. Growling he looked back towards where he had been standing only to see Deku, with his fists clenched, headphones in, and a determined look that the young blonde had never seen before.
Everyone was stunned, none of them had seen him move, none of them had heard anything. And yet somehow he had managed to throw Katsuki a full six meters.
“T-that’s, enough Kacchan.” He said, his voice still skittish and wobbly. He was scared, Katsuki though, hissing as he got up to his feet, ignoring the scraped skin on his hand and elbow.
“So, Deku.” He smirked, his red eyes falling onto the young verdanette. “You finally get a quirk and you think you’re hot shit, huh?”
“N-no, I don’t, but I know that this is wrong, a hero wouldn’t do this Kacchan!” Izuku said, standing his ground and squaring his shoulders as he’d seen many a hero do. “Doing this, you’re no better than a villain.”
The moment the words left his mouth Izuku knew he’d fucked up. The spark in Kacchans eyes ignited into a roaring blaze, pure fury flowing into the explosive four year old. “Oh, Deku, Deku, Deku.” He growled, cold hard stare replacing his sadistic grin, as he made his way back towards Izuku.
“You’re fucking dead!” he roared, launching himself at Izuku. Before he could even react an explosive powered punch slammed into his gut sending him sprawling. Quickly Izuku staggered to his feet, his vision swimming as he snapped his fingers, only for nothing to happen. Looking down Izuku saw the remains of his headphone cords, blasted beyond repair.
“Hah, like I thought, I’ve never seen you wear those before, you must need them to use your useless quirk.” Kacchan said, motioning to his two cronies. Immediately they dropped the white haired boy and grabbed Izuku holding him in a not too unfamiliar manner to what they had done to Art earlier.
“Now Deku, let me show you just how useless you and your shitty quirk are!” He roared, pummeling Izuku in the face over and over again. Izuku watched as Art got up and ran away back towards the school, no doubt happy to be free of Bakugous torment.
‘Good.’ Izuku thought to himself as another explosive punch brought him to his knees.
‘At least he was able to get away.’
After a minute they Kacchan and the boys dropped him running away from the playground and disappeared into the nearby tree line. Confused Izuku looked around to find Art and one of his teachers rushing towards him. He vaguely remembered being picked up and brought to the nurses office, and briefly being questioned about what happened once he was rested enough to answer.
He was visited personally by the principal, a balding man with a silver hairline and a smile that never quite reached his eyes.
“Ah hello Midoriya, I’m sorry to trouble you, but I was wondering if you could answer some questions.” The way he said it didn’t make it sound like a question.
“Y-yes sir.” Izuku said stiffly, not sure why he suddenly felt so tense.
“Well first of all, I’d like to know why you attacked Katsuki Bakugou?”
The silence that followed was almost palpable as Izuku just stared up at the principal. What was he talking about? He just threw him away from Art. “I-I didn’t attack Kacchan, I just threw him away from Art, he was hurting him.” Izuku explained, receiving a cocked eyebrow from the principal.
“With your quirk?”
“Y-yes but,,,” Izuku tried to explain.
“No buts Midoriya, quirk usage like that is Illegal, especially against another person.”
“But Kacchan,,,”
“Defended himself after you attacked him, which is perfectly reasonable given the situation.”
Izuku flinched slightly at his response, still feeling the bruises and aches of his injuries. That was reasonable? “But I was helping Art Kacchan was hurting Art and,,,”
“We have confirmed both from Bakugou and Art that what was happening was nothing short of simple rough housing, something you took to far.”
Art who had accompanied Izuku into the nurse’s office squirmed uncomfortably in his seat. Clearly, he wasn’t happy about this answer. “Is there something you’d like to add Art?” The principal asked, his eyes narrowing.
“N-no sir!” He yelped, his eyes falling to his shoes.
“Very good, I wouldn’t want to call the director, now would I?”
“N-no sir.” Art replied dejectedly.
“Good, now I expect to hear the truth from the both of you when I come back, I have some calls to make.” The principal muttered, flinging the door closed behind him.
Wincing Izuku turned towards the small white-haired boy who’d refused to leave his side ever since they’d arrived back at school. He’d been quiet, simply sitting in a chair next to Izukus bed, watching him. He looked like he wanted to say something, occasionally opening his mouth, but closing it again after a few moments.
“Are you hurt?” Izuku asked weakly. His question eliciting a surprised nod from the small boy. “Y-yes I’m unharmed.” Art replied, a mirthless smile creeping onto his lips. “It was just a few,,, wait why are you asking me that?”
Izuku winced slightly as he attempted to smile, suddenly reminding himself why he was in the nurse’s office in the first place. “Y-you saved me, and you got hurt s-so badly because of m-me.” He stuttered, scrunching his hands up tightly, as he began to sob.
“I-if I had a quirk, I could have helped you, but, but I couldn’t I was too weak.”
“B-but you did help.” Izuku said, making Art stop at stare at the young Verdanette like he was insane.
“B-but I ran away, that’s not what a hero would do.”
“Y-you ran to get help, that made them run away.” Izuku struggled, propping himself up on his elbows.
“You’re a hero to me.” He said, giving Art his best smile.
Slowly Art whipped the tears from his eyes looking over to Izuku a ghost of his own smile making its way onto his lips.
“T-thanks Deku.” He muttered, finally meeting Izukus eyes.
Izuku flinched slightly at the name. “T-that’s actually just a nickname Kacchan gave me, i-it means useless.”
Arts eyes widened as he realised his mistake. “I-I’m so sorry, I thought it meant you can do it, l-like Dekuru.” He spluttered, waving his hands in front of him.
“No, no, Its alright you didn’t know.” Izuku told him, sighing wistfully.
“Then can I call you Dekiru instead?”
Izuku tilted his head in confusion. “Hm?”
“Can I call you Dekiru instead, i-it means ‘You can do it’ right? I think it works a bit better than Deku as a nickname, and ummm,,,”
“Yeah, I’d actually really like that, thanks Art.” Izuku grinned, eliciting a nervous chuckle from Art.
“Don’t mention it.” There was another, pregnant pause as the two boys sat in silence, Izuku not really sure what to say and Art nervously fidgeting with his fingers.
“Hey um, do you want to be friends with me?” Art asked nervously, rubbing the back of his head. “I-I know it won’t be fun to hang out with a quirkless kid like me but,,,”
“I’d love to. Oh do you like playing heroes and villains, I know a really nice park near my house?” Izuku replied, grinning with as much effort as he could muster.
Again Art was stunned at Izuku’s answer and just smiled, this time with a big toothy grin.
“Yeah, that sounds great!”
Chapter 2: Brains and the Brawn
Summary:
Its ten years later and we're shown a rather familiar scene, yet different all the same.
Notes:
And here's chapter 2. One more to go before I run out of backlog.
Full disclosure, this fic will update when I can write, which is complicated due to a mixture of a busy work life and occasional writers block.Oh and I also don't have a beta reader, mainly because I suck at taking to people, even if its strangers over the internet :P
As always please tell me any comments or criticism down in the comments as I live off of feedback and Can't get enough. If there are any questions I will be sure todo my best to answer them.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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10 years later:
Izuku waited patiently at his desk, a pair of noise canceling headphones set over his ears as he sat in quiet contemplation. It was the last period of the day and it was relegated to private study, though Izuku had already completed his assigned study topics half an hour into the lesson. He was listening to the latest album from Deep Dope, Angels and Demons. And so far, he was really enjoying it, tapping his foot along to the rhythm, and silently muttering under his breath, much to the annoyance of a few of his surrounding classmates. Not that any of them felt particularly eager to call him out on it.
Izuku Midoriya was nerdy, skittish, and by all means a public outcast in the eyes of his classmates. But it was that same nature that meant no-one really wanted to deal with him.
Now he was just scribbling down in Hero Analysis for the future No.13. He’d taken some time out of his normal route to scout out the new debut of a new Pro-hero calling himself Paper. A simply named, yet remarkably effective hero.
He was a young man fresh out of UA University with a quirk that allowed him to reinforce and control any paper that has come into contact with a drop of his blood. He had shoulder length silver hair, a black domino mask, and a rather formal black waistcoat on top of light formal attire. He presented himself as rather suave, and the level of control he held over, creating and controlling an army of paper planes as he apprehended a bull-headed villain with a transmutation quirk earlier that morning. Of course, Izuku had pulled up a few news sites for added coverage, though they didn’t really tell him anything new much to his dismay. It must have been his debut.
Izuku watched his phone again as he watched the man move. Unconsciously green haired teenager began to mutter under his breath. It was a bad habit that he’d tried to kick over the years, but no matter how hard he tried it still persisted. “Though his quirk had nothing to do with his physical ability he was incredibly nimble, only occasionally incorporation his paper creations to assist in his mobility. Implementing elements of parkour and ballet into his movements.
I can do something similar with my breakdancing, though it’s always been more combat oriented, maybe if I look for some parkour classes that would be beneficial. But I’m already working three days a week, where am I going to find the time,,,”
“Midoriya!”
Izuku was suddenly thrown from his thoughts by his teacher, who was gritting his teeth together. “Kindly stop distracting the class with your ramblings, this is the fourth time today, and take those headphones off or I’ll confiscate them again.” His teacher snapped from the front of the class, causing Izuku to finally see all the pointed glares coming his way. With a nervous nod, and an apologetic smile, Izuku went back to work, this time much more quietly.
Reluctantly Izuku slipped his headphones into his backpack. They were a rather retro pair of Forrest green noise canceling headphones, padded and thick with a metallic plating. They were a gift from Art two years ago, a little memento of sort. And a surefire way to keep him safe. Though that was far from his only parting gift, they were by far Izukus favorite. They were slick, comfortable, essentially shockproof, and played all of his songs to perfection. The only caveat was that they tended to draw some attention to him, especially with the new look he had going on.
Again, he was thrown from his thoughts as the school bell tore through his private thoughts, sending the class and teacher into a cacophony of excited and annoyed voices. “Class is dismissed, I’ll see you all after the weekend, and remember your mock exams begin next week, so none of you have the bright idea to start slacking.” Their teacher reminded them as everyone filed out of the classroom. No one was particularly listening to him.
As soon as he was out of sight Izuku slipped his headphones back on, Angels and Demons once again filling his hears as the world was covered in a rainbow film. Thirteen years on and Izuku still couldn’t get over how cool it looked. The way the world seemed to shift around him, how every sound seemed distinguishable from one another, like picking a thread from a ball of yarn.
Speaking of which, there was a familiar thread on his radar. A sound that never failed to send a shiver down his spine. The crackling of small explosions followed by a string of feral growling.
And unfortunately for Izuku it was getting much closer, and much louder.
Izuku quickly picked up his pace, hoping that he could slip into the sea of students just ahead of him. From there he could lose them. Unfortunately that was just wishful thinking. A sparking hand roared towards him and grabbed him by the collar and dragged him towards its owner.
“Deku! Quit running damn nerd!” Izuku couldn’t help but jump slightly as he nervously turned his head towards one Bakugou Katsuki, sweat decorating his brow. The spikey haired blonde had latched onto his collar, his quirk already burning his uniform. As always, he was shadowed by wings and fingers, both of them sporting cocky grins as they approached from behind Bakugou.
“O-oh, hey B-Bakugou, you n-need s-something?” He asked, silently chastising himself for being unable to stop his stuttering or flinching whenever Bakugou ‘spoke’ to him. He just couldn’t help it; every time he heard those explosions his body just froze.
Still he’d at least made some progress, and he wasn’t exactly calling him Kacchan anymore. That ship had long sailed.
“N-need, s-something.” Wings parroted (hehe irony).
“Jesus Bakugou listen to this, I think he’s feeling a little bit frightened.” He added, a fingers chuckling on with him
“Knock off that fucking rambling, shitty Deku.” He snapped, ignoring his crony’s jeers.
“I bet you think its real funny trying to sabotage me with your damn muttering, and tapping, but I aint' gonna let it slide!”
Bakugou’s shouting drawing the attention of ever nearby student. All of them gathering around to see who Bakugous latest victim was. “I-its just a bad habit, I’m trying to break it but it takes time to,,,”
“You’ve been saying that shit for years Deku, I’m not fucking buying it!” Bakugou snapped, getting up and close into Izukus face.
“I-I’m sorry, I’m really trying to,,,”
“’I-I’m sorry’, oh god give us a break Deku.” Fingers sniggered, his extendable digits reaching forward and flicking Izuku on the nose, making him flinch back.
“What did that quirkless loser leave with your spine as well?” Wings smirked, his wings puffing up with pride.
“ alone, its not like he’s anything without his master around to keep him safe.”
Izuku felt his fists clench, an action that did not go unnoticed by Bakugou. They’re not worth it, they’re not worth it, Izuku thought, trying to control his erratic heartbeat.
“Oh please, forget about that nobody extra, he fucked off to some fancy prep-school, who the fuck cares.” Bakugou smirked, turning back to Izuku.
“Though at least he learned his place, and quite trying to be a hero, unlike some other reject I could mention.”
Izukus eyes snapped onto Bakugou, still afraid, though they were beginning to spark.
“Not like he earned it, worthless bastard probably cheated anyway, damn quirkless loser.”
“And yet you’re the one whose still here.” Izuku spat, anger flaring in his chest. Insulting him was fine, Izuku could take that lying down any day of the week. But Art was another story. Bakugou was always running his mouth, saying that Art cheated to get his grades, but he’d never seen the late nights, the countless hours of practice and training that Art had put in, time and time again. “If you’re so amazing, then it shouldn’t have mattered, right Bakugou?” Izuku continued, staring the explosive blonde down.
Bakugou snarled at the verdanette. Izuku had been a lot more subdued since Art had left for Somei Private academy. Bakugou thought that with him out of the picture Deku would almost certainly lose what was left of his bark. Apparently, he had been wrong. However, a bark was all it was.
A feral snarl made itself home of Bakugous face, Izukus ribbons multiplying as small explosions leapt off of Bakugous palms.
“Deku, Deku, Deku, YOU’RE FUCKING DEAD!” He roared charging at Izuku, his palms igniting as the explosive force roared towards Izuku.
It was time to make his exit. Focusing on the largest ribbon around him, Izuku snapped his fingers, a red ribbon of sound ballooning from his fingers. Giving it a quick yank he flew up into the air well past the school gates. Thank Kami he developed good reflexes if nothing else.
He hit the ground running, not bothering to look back as he heard Bakugous foul swearing melt into the distance. It was a common tactic he used against Bakugou, using the sound of his own explosions and voice to get away if the moment called for it, like now for instance.
Sure, he could have fought back, but honestly Izuku wasn’t much of a fighter, the various burns and scars covering his body from some of their previous encounters proved that.
Izuku shivered remembering the hand shaped burn mark on his right shoulder. That had been a particularly bad one. Luckily, Art had stepped in, again. Saving his butt when Bakugou decided he needed to blow off some steam on his favorite punching bag. Though in that respect a burnt collar didn’t seem that bad.
Izuku did briefly consider fighting back, he’d gotten much better with his quirk over the past ten years, even figuring a way to decrease the power of his punches so whoever he hit wouldn’t turn into a red smear. He had been attending capoeira for at least six years now. With those accomplishments under his belt he could visibly win. At least in theory. Though it wasn’t one he was exactly eager to prove.
Izuku had been burned too many times to fight back, no one ever took his side. When he did fight back, or rather when Art did in his stead, and Izuku tried to back him up, they were always the ones to get in trouble, just like when the two boys had first met.
Their teachers always took Bakugous side, no matter what year they went into or what teacher they went to. They either didn’t care enough, or wanted to suck up to the ‘prodigy’ that was Bakugou Katsuki.
As he walked on Izuku check his phone for the news again. It was so much easier when Art was here, it was honestly kinda lonely here without him. Though admittedly he didn’t have the right to complain when he pushed harder than anyone for him to pursue the scholarship. He’d worked hard to get there, and he didn’t want him to pass up on an amazing opportunity because of him. He wasn’t worth that.
About an hour later Izuku arrived home slipping off his shoes, and dusting off his uniform, as to draw the attention away from his burned collar. Izuku trusted his mother more than anything, but sometimes she could become,,, well overbearing wasn’t quite the right word.
“Hey mum I’m home.” He called out hearing some light shuffling from the kitchen. A few moments later the small portly form of Inko Midoriya shuffled out of the kitchen to hug her boy.
“Hello Izuku, did you have a good day at school.” The Midoriya matriarch asked, pulling her son into a tight hug, which only slightly took the air out of his lungs. She was deceptively strong.
“School was ok, it was mostly just study for our end of year exams.” Izuku said, smiling down at his mother with a rather forced smile.
“Um, if theres some time I’d like to go down to the beach and get some training in before dinner, is that ok?” Izuku asked, innocently. Inkos eyes narrowed slightly at that.
“Izuku did something happen at school today.” She asked, her eyes piercing right through the young verdanette. “U-umm no nothing really, I mean I had a small disagreement with Bakugou, b-but nothing bad happened, h-he just singed my collar a little.”
Inko sighed into her hands, briefly contemplating talking to Mitsuki about her sons behavior, again. But there was no use beating a dead horse. “You’re not hurt are you, no burns or anything?” She asked, inspecting her son carefully for any hint of a lie.
“N-no really, I’m just a bit shaken up, really.” Izuku assured her, gently resting his hands on her shoulders.
Sighing Inko let him go, watching him make his way up towards his room. He may still have a powerful quirk, but a mother would always worry, especially now with Art going to Somei. She did miss both him and Skill coming around for dinner. She hadn’t seen either of them for months, and she could tell Izuku missed them terribly as well.
“We’re having a hot pot tonight, I can put it on a little later so you can have a few hours at the beach.” Inko called after him.
“Thanks mom, I promise to be back by six I promise.” Izuku said, before shutting his door.
His room was as always covered in hero merch, predominantly all might, though there were a few of Endeavour, Miruko, Gang Orc, Edge-shot, and a few lesser known heroes whom Izuku admired. However there were a few more changes in decorum from the past ten years. The most prominent being the wall next to his desk, covered in band posters mostly Deep Dope, a small litany of instruments (electric guitar, Acoustic Guitar, and a keyboard), and a small recording setup.
Early on into Bakugous decent into bullying Izuku, he’d had found music to be an effective outlet, whether it be listening, writing, or creating. He had even made a few songs of his own. They were what could charitably be described as alternative rock without any lyrics.
He was tempted to buy a microphone and record some vocals, but he wasn’t really talented in that department, or at least from the few attempts he done whilst in the shower. But the less said about that the better.
Izuku slipped into his workout attire, Cargo shorts, his signature red high tops a form fitting workout shirt (not that there was much to show off at this point), and of course he kept his headphones.
Just before he left Izuku remembered he should probably change his bandages and see to his other scars. He’d forgotten to do it yesterday and if he didn’t do it soon, they’d start to get gross. Running back up to the bathroom, Izuku careful peeled back thin bandages plastered over his nose and cheeks. Underneath them were three rather thin but ugly scars.
The one over his nose was caused by a break two years ago when he’d snapped headfirst into a tree running from Bakugou. The one on his right cheek was a bit more different.
It looked like a shallow semicircular gouge had been taken out of it just missing his cheekbone. The skin was burned and purple in places along the area, handily hidden by the bandage. There wasn’t really a reason for the other bandage Izuku just thought it looked cool.
As quickly as he could Izuku reapplied his bandages. He hated looking at them, just like the other scars on his back and chest. The ones that were much easier to hide.
Taking off his shirt Izuku revealed many more burns, and injuries. Many had been accumulated over the last decade. The most prominent being a fiery red handprint, branded onto his left shoulder. A reminder of the only mark on Bakugous record.
It still stung whenever he thought about it, as if it was still fresh. Izuku involuntarily shivered, as he remembered how he got it. Remembering the terror, the angry roar, the explosion, and the searing pain that followed.
He’d been at least a little forthcoming to his mother about his facial scars and a few of the worser ones on his torso. She had of course been mortified and furious about it and had attempted to contact the school, but they had denied every claim. Beyond that there really wasn’t much they could do. They didn’t have the money to pay for court fees to take on an entire school institution.
It wasn’t like they could ask Hizashi to lend them more money, they still couldn’t contact him even when he scheduled the call.
Shaking his head Izuku tried to keep those memories away. He hadn’t gotten any new scars in well over a year. Apparently, there was so much even the teachers could hide from the school nurse.
Once he was done, Izuku brusquely made his way down stairs, putting on his workout playlist as he hugged his mother goodbye. “I’ll be back in a few hours mom, I promise I wont be late this time.”
“Be safe out there Izuku, be back soon.” His mother called after him.
“I will, Love you mom!” Izuku called, as he walked out the front door into a bisque jog.
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A irritated grunt left Izukus throat as he, threw the busted microwave into old cart, landing with a loud crash on top of a large mixture of tires, scrap metal, and large bags filled with god knows what.
But with that came with a sense of accomplishment. That was his second pile of trash this week, and it was only Wednesday.
‘I’m getting stronger,,, I think.” Deku thought, feeling a slight shake to his knees as he looked out at the vast mountains of trash and rubbish that had been left and washed up onto what has once been a family beach spot. Not that you could tell that now of course.
Breathing hard as he whipped the sweat off his brow, taking a sip from his water bottle as he turned back to yet another pile of trash. God this had seemed like such a good idea three weeks ago.
When he’d discovered Dagobah Municipal beach, Izuku thought he’d struck gold. A once beautiful beach, (according to a brochure he’d found online) that had become an illegal dumping ground for garbage. It was perfect. With the varying amounts of thrown out furniture, fridges, and even a small collection of trucks. It was the perfect location build up his body strength, and endurance.
It was also a good bit of community service which he had helped organize with the local council. They provided him with the skip which he filled up, and twice a week someone would come by to pick it up.
Easy right?
Not even slightly!
For the first two weeks, Izuku had really struggled, being completely unprepared for the physical ability required to lift some of the many heavier items littering the beach, such as the fridges, microwaves, and car tires littering the scrapyard.
Though he had made good progress, he’d managed to fill up the trailer again, and this time he’d managed t fill it up with larger items that the previous months. Although he still couldn’t make that damn fridge budge an inch, no matter how much he dug his heels into the sand.
Grunting Izuku leant against the railing that oversaw most of the beach, he was exhausted. He wasn’t exactly what you’d call strong, or muscular without his quirk. His physique resembling more of a stocky Stringbean. Still thin, but with a thin layer of muscle.
Hell before starting this project (read self-inflicted torture), Izuku had barely done a hard day’s work in his life. Well unless you counted running from bullies. He’d kept fairly active, taking part in breakdancing classes to keep himself in relatively good shape. And let it never be said running away from Bakugou didn’t some advantages, burn scars notwithstanding.
But now he was rewarded with a nine by ten-meter-wide area free of trash and garbage, and a sense of pride welling in his chest. Even if it weren’t much, he had still managed to make an impact in the three weeks he’d been here.
And he actually began to feel stronger, feeling less and less strain and fatigue every time he came back.
Granted it would start back over again when he began moving heavier items but it wasn’t ever going to be easy.
As he sat there, his phone buzzed. With how few people actually had his phone number it was really only one of three people. Technically two, but that was semantics.
Recognizing the number Izuku smiled, lifting the phone to his ear. “Heya Arty, its been a while.” He said, a genuine smile on his face.
“Hey yourself Dekiru, sorry it’s been so long, school’s got me pinned down.” Art chuckled back, with his trademark calm and polite way of speech. Even in stressful situations he always managed to stay calm and composed. Most found it unnerving, even Bakugou for a time. Though Izuku had always envied that about his white-haired friend.
“Exams keeping you busy? I hear Somei doesn’t mess around with their curriculum?” Izuku said jovially, as he and Art chuckled over the call.
“Oh I assure you they are, four hours of study a day is ‘recommended’ at a minimum.” Art explained, making the verdanette pale slightly.
“Well it’s not one of the most expensive private schools in Mustafu for nothing.” Izuku chuckled. However internally he just wondered how on earth Art was able to keep up with it all. He was no slouch himself when it came to his grades, coming second behind Bakugou.
“In all honesty I’m not sure its enough, some of the topics we’re covering are a bit much ever for me.” Art said, his voice not betraying for a single second that he was in any way nervous.
“You could have fooled me.” Izuku sighed, gazing wistfully out towards the horizon.
“Haha, well you know me, its all about putting up a brave front.” The quirkless boy chuckled.
“Yeah I know, speaking of hows Skill doing, I haven’t seen the little guy in ages?” Izuku asked, smiling fondly as he remembered Arts younger brother, a ray of sunshine if there ever was one. Though last time Art had checked in he was still waiting on some bloodwork after his initial quirk test.
“He’s doing great actually, he went if for his quirk evaluation test a few days ago, it turns out he has a regeneration quirk, its incredibly powerful, The specialist we visited theorized that it might even able to regenerate limbs,,,”
Izuku had already pulled out his notebook, and pencil and began furiously writing it down. “Wait seriously? How fast is the regeneration? Are there any drawbacks like stamina?”
“Izuku?”
“Are there any requirements for it to activate? Is it a passive ability or,,,”
“IZUKU!” Art yelled, snapping Izuku out of his muttering spree.
“Oh, hehe, um sorry I did it again huh?” Izuku sighed rubbing the back of his head.
“Oh its fine, I know you and quirks, every time you see a new one you’ve just got to know.”
“Hehe, yeah, they’re just so interesting, and they’re all unique, I can’t help it you know?” Izuku muttered sheepishly, as his best friend chortled on in his ear.
“Of course, they’re the foundation of our society, it only makes sense.” Art said, a mock serious tone slipping into his voice.
“As the future police commissioner its my duty to utilize any and all information to keep the people of Mustafu safe.”
“Commissioner now eh? What happened to superintendent, not a lofty enough title?” Izuku added snarkily, hoping to lead the conversation away from quirks. “And here I thought you were aiming to be an archeologist.” He added, hoping that Art would take the bait.
“Oh I don’t wanna hear it Mr. ‘I listen to classical pop’” Art shot back, a cheeky edge to his voice.
Hook, Line, and sinker.
Izuku huffed, crossing his arms. “Hey, its good music you philistine, you just have no respect for the classics.”
“Oh I do have respect for the classics, you simply have poor taste.”
“Mozart isn’t classic, it’s prehistoric!” Izuku whined, eliciting a fake gasp of shock from Art.
“Prehistoric, and you call me a Philistine!”
Both boys had a good long chuckle at that. They didn’t get to do it nearly often enough. But talk and laugh, rib off each other, and just be in the moment. But given both their situations it wasn’t quite feasible. What with Art living in Tokyo and all. True it wasn’t too long if you factored in public transport, but it was still an hour.
That and both boys knew they were both bogged down with mountains of work, both mental and physical. But that was to be expected, they were going to be attending Yuei after all.
The best hero school in the country, with the best facilities, equipment and staff, handpicked to give all its students the best education they could ask for.
Both Izuku and Art had made a promise to make it together and achieve their dream of attending the best school in japan. Though admittedly their original plan had changed if only somewhat.
Initially they planned to enter the Hero course together, show the world a real dynamic duo, like the world had never seen before. But as the years went on, it soon became apparent to Izuku that Arts heart simply wasn’t in it. It wasn’t that he wasn’t capable, or didn’t have a heroic heart, he had both in spades. He just didn’t believe he could do it anymore, no matter how much Izuku tried to convince him otherwise.
Art explained it as realizing that he had to face facts, a quirkless hero just wasn’t plausible. Izuku just grumbled that it was Bakugou talking, but Art wouldn’t budge. Being a hero just wasn’t on the cards.
But he had chosen to pursue what he saw as the next best thing. If he couldn’t be a hero then he’d join the police. It may not be as flashy as heroics, but its still a noble profession. Izuku of course was heartbroken, but he did understand why he did what he did.
Besides Yuei had a fantastic law enforcement and forensics classes, which had been a recent edition to the university’s repotware. So, it wasn’t like they wouldn’t be able to see each other. And if Izuku had his way they would definitely be working together.
“Well tastes in music aside, what have you been up to, its been forever since we’ve talked.”
Deku hummed slightly, thinking back on the past few weeks. “Well, I’ve mostly just been cleaning the beach, and keeping up with my training, you know how it is.”
“And when was the last time you took a break from this busy lifestyle of yours?” he asked in a sing song tone.
“Ummm, oh you know, I have breaks every so often.” Izuku chuckled nervously, something that his best friend immediately pick up on.
“Izuku,,, when was the last time you had a break?” He asked sweetly, though Izuku could feel his pointed glare through his tone, making his sweat.
“Oh,,, um well you see that’s,,,”
“Izuku, don’t make me call Inko.”
Izuku sighed, there was no winning to be had here. “Just over two weeks ago.” He admitted. He could almost feel the tic mark on Arts forehead.
“TWO WEEKS!” He screeched, forcing Izuku to whip his phone away from his ear. “Izuku, how many times have I told you that you need to rest! Its not good to constantly be working yourself to the bone!”
“B-but I need to train hard to get into UA.” Midoriya whined, but Art was having none of it.
“Which is four years away, and I won’t see you handicap yourself by working yourself too hard, you need to take proper care of yourself.” Art chided.
“Jeez, who are you my mother?” Izuku grumbled.
“I’ll call Inko to tell her the good news.”
“Ass.”
“Philistine.”
There was a pregnant pause before Art snorted, which then set both boys spiraled into a fit of giggles. It was really good just to talk to one another again.
“Seriously though Dekiru, set some time aside for yourself, go out on the town, have some fun.”
“Oh and do what, people watch? I don’t exactly have anyone to go out with at the moment.” Izuku muttered, lamenting the fact that his only friend was at least two hours away by train.
“That’s for you to figure out Dekiru, I can’t give you all the answers.”
“It would be nice if you did.”
“Do I really need to call your mother?”
“Alright, alright fine, I’ll start taking breaks, mom.”
“Glad to hear son.” Art sniggered, which promptly cause Izuku to hang up on him. God he could be such a tool.
Sighing Izuku leaned back onto the railing and enjoyed the view of the setting sun. As he did, he noticed the soreness in his shoulders and knees. Maybe setting up a rest day was a good idea. But what the hell was he supposed to do? Before Art left for Somei he just kinda showed up to drag him off somewhere, saying he was ‘burning himself out.’
As he was thinking on that Izuku felt his phone vibrate. It was his mother, apparently, he was cutting it rather close, as it was only five minutes to six. It was about time he went home anyway, and a hotpot sounded lovely right about now.
It was not Katsudon, but still.
Notes:
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Chapter 3: First impressions
Summary:
We finally get a chapter from BESTGIRL, in her natural middle school environment
She is don't @ me :)
But her school life is far from Idyllic.
Notes:
So probably the last chapter for a little while. I'll do my best to crank out more chapters as I really do like this fic so far. I just need to figure out how human interaction works XD
Please let me know what you think down in the comments below. Or if you just wanna say hi :)
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Kyouka Jirou lay her head in her hands and sighed, her entire body feeling heavy sluggish as she sat listening to her maths teacher. Nothing against math, it was actually one of her better subjects. Its just that her teacher, a balding man with salt and pepper hair and a thick bushy mustache was the dullest man to ever explain the quadratic formula. As if she needed more of a reason to be done with school today.
Their teacher droned on and on, making Jirou want to bang her head against her desk in frustration. God she couldn’t wait for this class to be over, she just wanted to go home and get away from her godforsaken school.
She’d actually been having a good day until she’d gotten to school today. She’d woken up before her alarm, she’d finished all of her homework, had a wonderful breakfast off eggs and beacon with her parents, and made it all the way to school without anyone bothering her. She’d even managed to score a new copy of Deep Dopes new album of which she listened to all the way to school. She honestly felt like she had a spring in her step.
But of course the universe had other plans for her day. The moment she’d opened her locker to grab her books, it had been immediately slammed shut by another student, right onto one of her jacks. The upperclassman responsible had of course ‘apologized’ before walking back to their friends, and having a good giggle.
‘Fucking bitches.’ She’d muttered under her breath, looking at her now bruised jack. That was going to sting all day. But that was just par for the course wasn’t it.
The next incident had occurred during gym class, or rather directly after gym class. Jirou was off in her own stall, away from everyone else, sliding out of her gym clothes, and back into her school uniform. She was just about to leave when she two girls talking on the other side of the room. They were speaking in hushed tones but her sensitive hearing pick everything up
“Hey, why do you think she always changes back there?”
“I know right it’s kinda weird, do you think she’s shy or something?”
That alone was enough to grab her attention as to her knowledge she was the only one to change on her lonesome. Everyone else had friends to talk to, and everyone else was,,, comfortable with each other.
“Nah, she’s not shy, I bet she’s just jealous.”
“Jealous, what do you mean?”
“Oh come on, it’s not like she has anyone clamoring to look at her.”
“I mean I’ve never really looked at her that much,,,”
‘But you’ve got to admit she’s not really, pretty, or cute right?”
“Right, and her quirk makes her ears look so stupid.”
“She definitely doesn’t have a boyfriend, not with that punk thing she has going on.”
“Not to mention how flat she is.”
Jirous felt her fists clench as she heard the two girls descend into a small fit of giggles. Each word felt like a slap to the face and a punch to the gut. ‘T-that not why, I just don’t feel comfortable,,,’
“Hey keep it down she might hear us.”
“Oh please, who is she going to tell, her friends.”
“Youch, harsh~.”
Scowling Jirou, angrily slammed open her stall door open, making everyone's attention snap too her. But she didn’t care about everyone. Just the three girls opposite her stall, who instantly shut up the moment she exited the stall. All of them tall, tanned, and in various states of undress Giving Jirou a good look at what each of them were working with. All of them much further along than she was.
Gritting her teeth, she made her way out. Only to hear the giggles start up again once she’d left.
And then lastly it was at lunch, and while it was considerably tamer than any other incident during the day, however it still stuck with her all the same. She had just picked up her order from the line and was looking for somewhere to sit. Somewhere quiet preferably, and far away from everyone else. However before she could find one, something tall and sturdy barreled into her. Half her lunch was thrown to the floor along with Jirou.
Scowling Jirou looked up at the admittedly sheepish smile of Ren Nughen, one of her upper classmen. He wasn’t anyone in particular and the only reason Jirou even knew his name was because of some award, that and she sometimes heard some of the girls in her class call him dreamy, which, was kinda a fair assessment she guessed, he did have a strong gymnastic build, and a nice smile. Someone she could admire from afar to be sure.
“My bad.” He said cringing slightly as she bent down to help clean up what was left of her lunch. “Its ok, you didn’t mean to.” She muttered, getting back up to her feet again. “Haha, yeah sorry I didn’t even notice you until I barreled into you.” He said sheepishly before turning around and heading back to his friends.
The words shouldn’t have hurt as much as they did. She knew exactly what he meant. But internally, Kyouka heard the voices again, mocking her, laughing at her.
‘Why would he be looking at you anyway?’
‘It’s not like anyone notices you regardless.’
‘He’s probably already forgotten’
Realizing that she was still just standing there in the middle of the cafeteria Jirou hurriedly. Found a table for her to eat the rest of her unspoiled lunch, which at this point was a destroyed onigiri, what was left of her teriyaki, and a small pudding which had thankfully not been spoiled by the fall.
However she still couldn’t shake the negative comments that felt like they were slowly drowning her.
That all of which led her to now, where she just wanted the school day to end so that she could go and unwind somewhere. At this point it didn’t really matter, her nerves were thoroughly frayed. So it was almost euphoric as Jirou heard the familiar tone of the bell signifying the end of the school day. Thank god, she honestly wasn’t sure she could take much more school for today.
Quickly she gathered her things Jirou bolted for the classroom door whilst everyone else around her chatted about whatever people talked about, the latest trends, celebrities, heroes, whatever. She wouldn’t really know would she. I mean, she could hold a conversation, but as it turns out, there wasn’t a single soul in this entire school who seemed to openly share her tastes.
Making her way back to her locker, the item partially responsible for the beginning of her no good very bad day, she let out a sigh of relief.
‘It’s almost over.’ She told herself, as she grabbed all the books she’d need for her homework and study materials for the mock exams next week.
“Lets see, Maths, chemistry, physics, history, and english.” She said as she turned to leave. Only to be blocked in by three girls. One on either side of her, and one ahead of her. At a quick glance Kyoka noticed that they were the same three girls who were insulting her back from the changing rooms. What the hell did they want with her?
“Can I help you three with something?” She asked, her tone neutral but hinting at her annoyance at their sudden appearance.
The girl in front of her was the first one to respond. A tall tanned girl with long blonde hair pulled back in a pony tail, and sported a whole lot of makeup, acrylic nails, and eyelash extensions that hadn’t been glued on quite right.
“OH hey, just wanted to talk to you ummm,,, sorry I don’t really remember your name.” She said sweetly, the fakeness practically dripping off her words like honey. Almost sickly sweet. Also her whole innocent shtick wasn’t really effective when her two friends both wore identical irritated frowns.
“And you are?”
There was a brief flicker of anger over the girls face before the mask came back up. “Oh goodness, where are my manners, Kira Libara.” She said sweetly.
“Jirou, and if you’re here to talk to me about what you think of me, don’t worry I heard you in the change rooms.” She said bluntly, not happy to be seeing any of them after the incident earlier in the day.
There was a brief look of surprise that passed over Kieras face before it morphed into something far less welcoming. “Oh good, I guess that means I don’t have to play nice.” She snarked, brushing a long lock of hair behind her ear.
“Look, lets just make this quick, there are about a million other things I’d rather be doing. But I feel as though this need to take precedent.”
“And this is?” Jirou asked, causing Kieras eyes to narrow.
“Laying down the law.” She growled back, gently laying her hand on her shoulder, and gripping it rather harshly.
“Stay the hell away from my man!” She snarled, her horns seeming to curl in on themselves as she spoke.
Kyouka was left staring dumbly at Kiera, her words not quite registering. What?
“I-I,,, what?” She spluttered, not really sure where this was coming from.
“Oh Jirou honey, don’t you dare lie to me, I saw how you reacted when he bumped into you, you looked so struck, hell I saw you daydream have a little after he left to have lunch with ME.” Kiera snarled, punctuating the me with a little extra emphasis.
Wait, this was because of what happened at lunch? He bumped into her, and they said nary a sentence to one another. How did this girl somehow think that she was flirting?
“He bumped into me and spilled my lunch on the floor, and I was a little disoriented, I don’t have a thing for your boyfriend.” She sighed, embarrassed that this girl was taking her interaction so seriously.
“I don’t really care either way, I just don’t want you getting funny ideas.” Kira said, her smile returning in full force as she gently pushed Jirou back into her locker with a small thud. “I mean really, what chance would a flat, boring little girl with weird ears,”
Jirou was starting to get really annoyed now. Today had been rough from start to finish. Having her jack slammed n her locker, these bitches insulting her behind her back, she had lost half her lunch and she was hungry, and now this. So she snapped.
With a vicious snarl, Jirou roughly pushed Kiera back making the girl fall and stumble onto her ass.
“Who the hell do you think you are? I don’t need you to tell me who I am, because I already know, and I don’t need some insecure bitch to tell me what I already know!” She snapped, making everyone in the hallway stop what they were doing, and look at her.
Jirou could feel her cheeks flush as she felt their gazes on her. Kiera however didn’t seem in the least bit concerned. She smirked taking a few steps froward. “Insecure bitch huh, what exactly do I have to be insecure about?”
The onlookers were now paying much more attention, with some of the onlookers cheering for a ‘cat fight’.
“I mean, you clearly don’t have that much stock in yourself,” Her Cheshire grin widening as she took as step forward. “I mean you did say you were just a flat, unattractive punk girl right?” She smirked, in a singsong tone.
Jirou felt her face flush red, growling as she raised her jacks threateningly. This fucking bitch. To say it to her face was one thing, but in front of all her school peers was something else. She’d never been more embarrassed in her entire life.
“Aww is the punk embarrassed, is she gonna poke me with her fully little ears.”
This time Kyouka heard some sniggers from the crowd around them, giggles and jeers, all of them mocking her, degrading her, hurting her.
Kyouka felt all the fight leave her in that moment. All the hurt, all the pain, the doubts, and embarrassment was just too much, she was just done.
As she stood there, listening to it all, a new voice cut through all the chatter, one that held significantly more authority. “And what pray tell is going on over here?”
The crowd of students parted to reveal a tall lanky woman wearing a pants suit. She had a thin pointed face, yellow lizard like eyes, and shoulder length jet black hair. “Ah Vice principal, so good to see you.” Kiera exclaimed, switching back to her kind and sweetly persona. “Kiera-San, and just what seems to be the problem here?” The vice principal asked, her reptilian like eyes taking in the scene before her.
“Oh just a little disagreement, but don’t worry, we’ve come to a mutual understanding, right Jirou?” Kiera said gesturing to the now thoroughly demoralized Jirou.
“Oh, is that right?” The vice principal asked, looking towards Kyouka, though her tone held significantly less bite.
Kuouka however, wasn’t listening, and without another world, pushed Kiearas goons off her before roughly shouldering her way through the assembled crowd, completely deaf to the voice of her vice principal calling her back.
‘Fuck this school, fuck people, fuck everyone!’ Jirou screamed inside her head.
She probably should have stayed to explain what had happened, but she was too far gone by that point, she needed to cool off, and maybe have a good cry before she went home. With that being the case there was only one place that she could possibly go.
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About Half an hour later Jirou was sat in the corner booth of an American style diner. Bitterly sipping at her strawberry milkshake, before taking a sizable bit out of a cheeseburger. All the while tapping her toes to the rhythm of the ambient music coming through the overhead speakers.
She had chosen to come here for two reasons. One their burgers were amazing, and she hadn’t eaten enough at lunch. The second was the fact that this was one of her favorite places to be alone if she’d was having a bad day. And today had been a very bad day.
Her dad and the rest of his band used to play here before he really burst onto the music scene, at first simply to make ends meet. It wasn’t really anything special, it was just your standard diner, with a neon sign, red leather seats, and greasy food.
But the place held a very special place for Kyouka as she had so many fond memories of being here. Watching her old man make a fool of himself, and even playing a few solo concerts for old times’ sake while she and her mother occasionally back him up.
It was called the Greasers Paradise Diner, infamous for its penchant for punk and metal concerts throughout the week. It was somewhere special for Jirou, and it helped ground her in happier times. Times before everything else.
Sighing she bitterly slurped her milkshake, it was already her second one. She glanced over to the central area where a small portly woman with large tusks protruding from her jaw, and a bright red and yellow uniform stood, gently wiping the counter top, and occasionally stealing glances at the purple haired girl.
Her name was Bertha Klyde, a half-American immigrant who had decided to set up this little place, to bring a slice of home to Japan. She was a small but intimidating presence, her boar mutation quirk making most think twice before causing trouble.
Kyouka had known her for a long time, ever since she was five. So when she had stormed in about ten minutes ago with red puffy eyes, she new not to question her until after she’d had her meal. Though she was visibly concerned.
Bertha had practically seen her grow up over the years, she was pretty much a family friend at this point. She’d helped the young rocker get over some of her performance nerves, helped her discover heavy metal, and had been a pillar of support after,,, what happened.
Both women sat in a rather tense silence as she ate, neither of them saying a word. There were a few other patrons that Bertha had to attend to but for the most part her attention was on Kyoka, which the teen was secretly grateful for.
She could always tell when something was wrong even when Kyouka tried to hide it.
She was just about to answer her when she head someone walk through the front door, the front bell ringing incessantly to alert bertha of a new customer.
Both women turned to see the new arrival, and funnily enough neither of them recognized him.
He was just about the same height as her with forest green fluffy hair, and equally coloured eyes. He was a little thin, and he was a little plain looking, not that Kyoka felt she was one to judge. He was wearing a standard school uniform with the overcoat unbuttoned. Though his most eye-catching features, were a set of bandages over his cheeks and nose, along side a clunky pair of emerald headphones and red high tops.
The Boar woman sighed giving Kyouka a sideways glace of ‘Are you going to be ok?’
Nodding Kyouka beckoned Bertha to go on. She wasn’t in a hurry, and she’d already texted her mum that she was going to be late home.
Sighing and with nothing better to do Kyouka let her eyes wash over the room, she was a little annoyed at the interruption, but this was a place of work, nothing could be done about that.
After a quick greeting, the boy placed his order, and Bertha went back into the kitchen to prepare, stating that she would need to cook up some more fries and a patty. After that he sat down in a booth on the adjacent wall, and began scribbling in some notebook,,, that he seemingly pulled from this air? Huh, maybe that was his quirk or something.
Now normally Jirou would have left the people watching at that. You did see all kinds of people come in here, from bikers to toddlers. This guy really wasn’t anything to interesting in comparison to some of the people she’d seen in here. So, like so many others she was about to turn and forget.
But then she noticed something odd. While he was writing down in that little note book of his, he was stealing small glances at her. At first she was quick to ignore it. He was probably just curious about her appearance. She had gotten more than her share of odd looks.
However then he looked again, and again, and again. Each time scribbling more down into his notebook, all the while muttering under his breath. Kyoka couldn’t hear much but she did pick up a few words.
“Mutation,,, it would be so,,,”
“-silly,,, weird,,,, looking at,,,”
“Kinda creepy,,,”
Kyouka was practically grinding her teeth to dust. Was nowhere safe anymore? Could she not just go to her favorite diner without having some fucking dickhead starting at her and mocking her behind her back. This was the last god damn straw. Normally she’d just let Bertha sort them out, but it had just been that kind of day.
Balling her fists Kyouka got up from her booth and stalked towards him, a righteous fire burning in her chest. He currently had his nose in his book, and was far to focused on whatever he was writing to notice her coming, and she was going to give this fucker a piece of her mind.
Stopping right in front of his table, she glared down at him, absorbed into his own little world. “Hey.” She growled, trying to get his attention. But apparently, he was a little too absorbed in his work. she slapped her hands onto the table just loud enough to grab the boy’s attention who jumped back in surprise, his eyes widening as he whirled around to look up at her.
“W-who, what,,,?” he spluttered looking up at her before shying back slightly. But Kyoka wasn’t having any of it. Glaring down at the green haired boy, she fixed him with her harshest glare, shooting her jacks forward so they were ready to strike.
“Do you have some kind of issue with me?” She snarled.
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Izuku all in all was having a really good day so far. School had been relatively quiet today with everyone being too preoccupied with their pre exam study to really pay attention to him. Even Bakugou was uncharacteristically quiet, with his nose to the grindstone.
Honestly it gave him quite a lot of time to just think. Think of what you might ask?
Well, Izuku had given what Art had told him when they’d last spoken. He really should schedule in some rest days. Whenever he wasn’t at school, he was training, or making music, which was becoming harder and harder without any inspiration.
So he’d come up with ideas on what he could do on his day off, that day being Friday.
However he honestly wasn’t sure what to do. His mother had recommended going to explore some of the nicer parts of Mustafu, or finding a hobby that he was interested in besides music and hero analysis. Which he honestly wasn’t much help in, since aside from becoming a hero, those were his biggest passions.
So without much else he took the next logical step, he went to google. Yes, yes, laugh away if you must but, he just needed something to strike his interest. And after about an hour of searching he may have found something, food.
Not making food, his mother had already given him all the coaching he would ever need to make a square meal for himself and anyone else in a five-mile radius.
No what he needed was somewhere fun, somewhere to spend his free time that wasn’t hunched over a desk and surfing the net. With that being the case however, it was much easier said than done.
As a mostly stay at home hero fanboy and unpublished music creator he wasn’t exactly the most knowledgeable person to ask where a good hangout spot was. So after searching for a few hours on his phone, he’d compiled a list of visible locations within a half hour walk from Aldera.
The first two were unfortunately a bust, one quick look from the outside told Izuku that their glowing reviews were greatly exaggerated. However, as he pulled up to the third, he was feeling hopeful.
It was an American style diner, which apparently played some small-scale concerts, and had actually been the debuting sites of a few now famous music artists. With Punk-rock taking center stage. Admittedly he was a intrigued.
Walking in however was a completely different experience. It was warm and inviting, and the music was just the way he liked it, loud and from the pre quirk era. And though he wasn’t the biggest Greenday fan, he still chuckled at the choice of ‘American idiot’ being on the diner’s playlist.
As soon as he entered, he was ushered over by who he assumed was either the owner or a waitress, who had a rather light Boar mutation. Upon closer inspection he also saw her name was Bertha, printed proudly on a pinned nametag. He had to physically stop himself from asking her any questions before and after he ordered his meal. He just really liked Mutation quirks, there were so many of them out there, and so many of them got more powerful with each generation. And animal mutations in general were just so fascinating.
He was informed that his meal might take a little since she needed to make more to which Izuku just smile appreciatively, and thanked her for going through the effort.
While he waited he took a quick scan around the room to see if anyone else had any interesting quirks. Initially there wasn’t much that garnered his attention, they were either well hidden, or simple emitter/enhancer quirks. However as his eyes fell over someone very interesting.
He saw a girl around about his own age, with short purple hair, with an asymmetrical fringe on either side of her face. Like him she sported a large pair of headphones, and seemed to be just killing time.
She supported a rather petite frame, and wearing a full black sailor uniform from a different middle school.
Those details weren’t what drew his attention. It was her ears or rather the earphone jacks that dangled from them that really got his analysis brain going. Immediately he had his notebook open and created a new entry titled ‘Earphone jack’.
He quickly began writing down everything he saw muttering under his breath, he’d never seen a quirk like hers before.
“Oh man they look so cool, I wonder if they serve any functional purpose? What would happen if they were plugged into a device? Could they plug into inorganic objects? Could they potentially be used as an AUX cord? Can they stretch or move? If so, could they be used like an extra limb? If so, how much could such an appendage weigh?”
It was so rare for him to come across such a unique quirk, and one he knew little to nothing about either? He wondered about practical uses. Earphone jacks were used to listen to whatever device they were plugged into. Would it work on inorganic matter as well?
However soon Izuku soon came to a small problem. He didn’t have the faintest idea what her quirk could do. He could hardly remember any similar quirks in any of his other not books.
“Is it a Mutation or maybe a mixture of mutant and emitter? Man that would be so cool to have. I wonder if I could ask her about it. No, no that would be silly. How would I even make that come across as not weird? Especially since I’ve just been analyzing her for the last four minutes.”
But as he always did in these situations Izuku hit a brick wall. The only way he would learn more was by talking to her and there was no way he was talking to a girl. He was terrible with talking to other boys, girls were a whole other level unto themselves.
Sighing Izuku began to sketch the girl, or more specifically her head and ears. It was something Izuku did often when he analyzed a new quirk, as adding a visual rendition of said quirk made it easier to understand and dissect.
However as he kept looking over to the girl for reference, he began to notice smaller details about her. Upon a closer look her hair was well kept and shiny, her eyes were a deep black, and her skin was oddly pale and smooth.
On a third look Izuku finally noticed that she was actually quite pretty, her eyes rimmed by long lashes, and pencil thin eyebrows. She seemed to exude a cool and collected vibe, one which Izuku hoped he could some day replicate.
However when he was about to take a fourth look, a hand slammed down on his table, shaking him squarely out of his rambling as he jumped back in surprise.
The same girl who he’d just been analyzing was standing right in front of his table. Only now she was sporting an intense glare and a vicious snarl, her jacks now hovering directly into his eyes, and despite her smaller frame and height, Izuku was physically shaking.
Backing up as far as he could Izuku tried to formulate a response, but it only came out as a garbled mess of stuttering and nonsense.
Her hard gaze never left him however as she leaned closer, Izuku suddenly wishing he could be anywhere else in the world but here.
“Do you have some kind of issue with me!” She snapped.
Oh shnikies!
Notes:
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Chapter 4: From bad to good to significantly worse (but probably not the way your expecting)
Summary:
So last chapter Izuku accidentally pissed off best girl, admittedly not a great start, but hopefully they can smooth things out right?
(I had this chapter like half finished along with the first three chapters, but I wasn't really happy with it, so I kept tinkering until I got a semblance of a satisfying chapter, and can i just say, shit gets wild)
Notes:
Heya, I'm honestly surprised I'm back this soon with a new chapter already, I thought it would at least take me another week with how my writers block works, but who am I to question my muses.
As always I would love any and feedback or criticism you could possibly provide, seriously it would mean the world to me, and thank you for taking the time to read my work.
(Oh and a little late but I obviously own nothing except for maybe any OC's I may or may not put in later on down the track, it honestly depends)
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Waves of anger washed off of Kyouka as she glared daggers as the green haired boy who up until moments ago had been talking about her. His face was completely white with panic as he stared dumbly at her. Listening in she could tell he was in genuine panic, his heart practically jumping out of his chest with how fast it was beating.
‘Good, he should be embarrassed, it serves him right for saying crap like that, especially to a complete stranger.’ She thought to herself. Feeling no small sense of satisfaction as he tried and failed to form a cohesive sentence. She had really rattled his cage with her initial attack, hell he was still muttering incoherently under his breath.
Izuku meanwhile was freaking out, but not for the reasons Jirou thought.
“Oh crap! What's she doing over here? Why is she talking to me? Wait problem? What problem? I don’t have a problem? Oh god what am I going to do I can’t talk to girls let alone pretty girl,,,” He muttered, sweat forming on his brow.
He had to try to resolve this but how? What was she really angry about? There were so many things that people found irritating he just wasn’t sure where to start.
He was quickly brought out of his ramblings by another hard slap to his table, once again becoming aware of how and scary the girl in front of him was.
“Hey are you listening to me jerk?” She snapped, forcing Izuku to focus on her words this time.
‘Huh, despite her angry tone she has a really nice voice, and at a closer look she’s kinda,,, no, no, no focus Izuku.’ He mentally berated himself as he tried desperately to find his voice.
“I-I’m s-s-sorry.” He managed to stutter out, wincing as her jacks went closer towards his eyes.
“Sorry huh? Sorry for what, huh?” Kyouka spat, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
Izuku was about to respond but the girl cut him off before he could answer.
“Taking about me under your breath, writing in that little book of yours, just who the hell do you think you are?” Kyouka snarled.
Izuku flinched back at that. She heard him mumbling? Over the music in here? Did her quirk give her sensitive hearing? That opened up a whole new world of,,, God damnit Izuku time and a place for nerding out! He screamed internally.
Again he tried to speak up but Kyouka cut him off again with a stern look. “What nothing to say? Can dish it out but can’t take it yourself?”
“I-I-I-I,,,,” Izuku stuttered, internally screaming at how close she was now. God please this was just some big misunderstanding!
“Well go on, say something you fucker.” Kyouka snapped.
“I-I’m really sorry!” Izuku yelped, bowing his head as low as he could.
“I-I just th-thought y-you’re quirk was so interesting, I just had to write about it!” He said.
Kyouka just snarled, this time grabbing him by the front of his shirt. Did this guy seriously think he could bullshit her?
“Don’t fucking lie to me, I heard what you said, I believe ‘weird’, and ‘silly’ were what you used to describe me!”
Izuku was floored by her statement. There must be some kind of mistake. He’d had nothing but praise for her and her quirk. He’d said that talking to her would make him seem weird but,,, did she maybe misinterpret his words. Either way he had to try and resolve this.
“Wait, wait you’ve got it all wrong, please, let me explain, I don’t think you look weird at all, you actually look really cool!” Izuku exclaimed, praying that the two of them weren’t causing a scene.
Kyouka couldn’t help but scoff. The fucking balls on this guy. Jokes on him, she could listen in on his heartbeat. She’d expose his lies as soon as he closed his little mouth.
Smirking she let Izuku go, allowing him to scramble back slightly, still shivering from head to toe, and breathing heavily.
‘This should be good.’ She thought internally, both her jacks still pointing at the verdanettes chest.
“I’m really s-sorry, you see I have h-hobby of analyzing quirks, it’s a bit of a-a-a hobby of mine, and every time I s-see a new quirk I just have to w-write about it.” Izuku stuttered, breathing slowly as to try and calm himself down. “I’m really sorry If I said anything embarrassing, I was just trying to figure out how to approach you and ask how your quirk worked, but I thought it was a silly idea. Because I couldn’t figure out how to do it without being weird or creepy.” Izuku shuddered, opening his notebook, and showing her that page he had made on her quirk, covering his sketch of her with his hand. “I’m really s-sorry.”
At first Kyouka wasn’t convinced, this guy just had to be pulling shit out of his ass. Qurik analysis, yeah, right? That was a good one. She’d remember that for the future.
But then he brought out the journal and presented a page to her.
Now at first Kyouka just rolled her eyes, what could this jerk have possibly written to prevent her from inserting her foot into his ass.
However, the more she read, the more she felt the righteous fire in her chest fade away, and slowly being replaced with an icy spike of guilt. The more she read, and the more she listened to the boy ramble. The more she realised she’d made a rash mistake. Hell the book was literally titled ‘Hero notes for the future No 13’, she could not have messed this up more.
In his notes were full of praise, and interest. From his theories about what her quirk could do, to potential applications from those theories. It was such as stark contrast from what she had been expecting. Though honestly, she hadn’t even known what to expect.
She’d come over here expecting to berate some douchebag who was bad mothing her. But now,,, now she just saw a scared boy, scared and upset because of her. Someone who had just thought her quirk was interesting, and she had shouted at him and berated him over something so trivial.
“Oh god what have I done?” She whispered, looking as the shaking mess of a boy that she had created.
“Shit.”
Izuku hadn’t heard anything from the girl for about a minute. All he could hear were the sounds of his and the girls breathing. Was she still angry? Maybe he’d just creeped her out more. Bakugou did always say that his analysis was creepy. Did she think it was creepy? Oh god, why wasn’t she saying anything? Why are girls so scary!?
Suddenly Izuku felt the table shift slightly, almost as if someone had sat down.
Slowly Izuku raised his head, looking to the opposite side of the booth, still half expecting to see a visage of bubbling, barely contained rage.
But that wasn’t what he saw. He saw the girl sitting down in his booth, with her head laid in her hands and her shoulders sagged as she let out a long sigh.
She looked like all the fight had been drained out of her. However now she just looked sad, and almost dejected.
Izuku honestly had no clue what to do in this kind of situation. He wasn’t really good at talking to people, or people that weren’t Art, Skill, or his mother. He was especially bad at talking to girls, especially angry girls.
Internally screaming Izuku tried to think of something, anything to say.
‘What am I supposed to do in this situation? Am I supposed to apologize? I mean I already did that but maybe it wasn’t enough? I mean she’s still probably really creeped out or embarrassed by what I wrote. God what do I do?’
He should just apologize, yeah, that usually works when he pissed people off. Then maybe if he was lucky he could actually ask about her quir,,,, no bad Izuku now is not the time to be geeking out over cool quirks!
Meanwhile on the other end of the table Kyouka was having an all too similar breakdown, though arguably much more level headedly.
‘God he must think I’m such a bitch, I just walked over here and stared yelling at him.’ She thought, sighing into her hands as her fingers absent mindedly massaged her temples.
He hadn’t even said anything bad either, she’d just assumed that sine he’d been talking about her that he was insulting her. She had completely jumped the gun on this and taken her anger out on a random stranger. God this was so awkward now, everyone was staring at them, she acted like some kind of psycho and utterly embarrassed herself.
God she was such an idiot!
Grumbling to herself Kyouka looked over at the boy who was still breathing heavily and doing anything but looking her direction. She felt awful, it was no wonder she couldn’t make any friends,,, anymore.
Taking a deep breath Kyouka figured she might as well just bite the bullet. She just had to suck it up and apologise and hope that he forgave her. That was all she could really do at this point.
However, before she could do anything the boy bowed his head so fast, he nearly slammed his head into the table top. He quickly squeaked out.
“I-I’m really sorry, I know I probably made you really uncomfortable, and I probably should have asked permission to draw you, or even analyze your quirk.”
His response left Kyouka blinking confusedly at him. What? What the hell did he have to be sorry for? She was the one who had shouted at him? And while yes it was a little creepy that a stranger was documenting her, without her permission, he didn’t seem to be doing anything nefarious with it.
“N-no, please lift your head back up, I should be saying that to you!” Kyouka blurted out, trying to make him lift his head of from the table.
“I-I thought you were insulting me, and I just went off at you and assumed you were being rude to me, you’ve got nothing to be sorry about.” She insisted, trying desperately to make the boy raise his head and stop making a scene, people were still staring at them.
Nervously the boy began to raise his head, and another wave of guilt washed over Kyouka as she saw his nervous eyes.
“A-are you sure, I mean, I-I was muttering and writing about you, I mean you’re probably really creeped out.” He said looking around nervously, like a kicked puppy.
Kyouka sighed, “Its ok dude, while yes in future you should ask, its obvious you’ve not doing anything bad, just quirk analysis.”
Slowly and carefully, she offered the boy his notebook back which he nervously grabbed back, holding the item close to his chest. He really seemed to care for it.
An awkward silence fell over the two, neither one of them really knowing what to say. Neither of them was particularly well versed in the art of conversation with new people.
“S-so um, I take it you want to be a hero?” Kyouka asked, the boy flinching slightly at her statement.
“U-um yeah, how did you,,,?”
“You’re notebook.” She explained gesturing to the title. “I figured if your making notes on heroes and quirks then you’re probably interested in being one, right?”
The boy chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his head.
“Yeah, I guess it’s pretty obvious huh?”
“I just really like heroes, they’re so cool and strong, always helping others, and making people feel safe,” He said, his eyes seeming to sparkle a bit as she spoke.
“And their quirks are so cool in general, I just have to take notes on every new one I come across.”
“A bit of a fanboy I take it?” Jirou chuckled, unable to keep a slight teasing edge out of her voice.
The boy instantly blushed, hiding his face slightly behind his arms. “W-well I wouldn’t say that.” He said nervously, which made Jirou realise she’d hit the nail directly on the head.
“It’s ok man I’m just messing with you, I think its kinda impressive that you’ve got all that information, I mean you practically guessed everything my quirk could do at just a few glances.” Kyouka grumbled twirling one of her jacks around her finger.
Apparently that had been the right thing to say, as no sooner had the words left her mouth that the boy had flipped open his notebook, and had a pencil in hand, an excited smile gracing his face.
“Wait really? Oh which parts? I mean I was kinda just writing down whatever theory came to mind. Oh man and these notes are so jumbled. I really need to organize these better. Maybe if I,,,”
Jiro just watched in awe as the timid boy in front of her completely transformed into a muttering bundle of energy that didn’t need to stop for breath.
After about fifteen seconds of rambling Kyouka decided to lightly jab him in the shoulder, as talking didn’t get his attention, and she was a little worried that he hadn’t seemed to take a breath yet. Luckily that seemed to break him out of it.
“ Ow, wha,,, what, oh man I did it again didn’t I.” The boy cringed, gently rubbing his shoulder.
“Hehe, yeah sorry, I couldn’t get your attention and calling out didn’t seem to help.” Kyouka said sheepishly, tapping her jacks together.
“But um, I’d be happy to tell you about my quirk, it seems only fair after I blew up at you.”
“O-oh really! I-I mean, you don’t have to, please don’t feel pressured, if you don’t want to then that’s fine.” The boy stuttered.
Koyka raised her hand to silence him, giving him the trademarked Jiro stare. Passed down generation to generation between mother and daughter. Which just equated to a flat emotionless face. Though she couldn’t help but smile a little at the boys’ obvious excitement at getting to study a new quirk.
Though there was a little voice at the back of her head that decided to make itself known.
‘It’s not like he’s interested in you, he just thinks your quirk looks cool, you’re still the same little nobody.’ It taunted her.
Kyouka internally cowled at the voice pushing it back down before it could say anymore. She knew that already. It’s not like people talked about much else when it concerned her.
“Its fine really, I don’t mind dude, just ask away anything you want to, seriously.” She said, her neutral mask cracking slightly as she gave way to a few nerves.
“Just um, don’t get too excited it’s not all that cool once you know everything.”
The guy still looked nervous, but the prospect of talking about her quirk seemed to override it, already erasing, and rewriting some sections of the notebook.
“Okay, well um,,, how would you describe your quirk?”
“Well I call my quirk Earphone Jack, I can move them around and plug them into stuff, and I can pump my heartbeat through them, and as I told you before I gives me enhanced hearing.” She said slowly listing off her various abilities off on her fingers.
When Kyouka had begun explaining her quirk she had expected the usual ‘Oh that’s neat.’ Or ‘Really that’s it?’ response. What she got however what something altogether new.
“What that’s so amazing, there are so many cool applications for a quirk like yours!” The boy said, his eyes wide and sparkling in what could only be described as awe, as he began madly scribbling away in his notebook.
Kyouka couldn’t quite hold back her surprise this time, staring widely at the boys response. What was he going on about? Her quirk wasn’t that amazing? I mean yeah she had always wanted to try and be a hero, but her quirk was nothing special.
The boy however seemed to think differently. OR maybe he was still scared she might get angry at him.
‘Of course he is, you practically scared the poor guy half to death.’
Yeah, yeah that was probably it, she should probably stop him before he embarrasses himself even more.
Waving her hands, she made to stop him.
“Dude chill, I’m not gonna bite your head off, I know my quirks not that amazing, you don’t have to hype me up or anything.”
But the boy just looked back at her with a confused look.
“What no, I’m serious, I’m really impressed, with a quirk like that you could do so many cool things.” He gushed, that weird sparkle never leaving his eyes.
‘So bright.’ Jiro though to herself.
But she knew he had to be pulling her leg. But before she could say anything he was already firing more questions at her.
“How far can the stretch?”
“Um, about three to four meters last time I checked?”
“Awesome! And you mentioned you could plug them into stuff, does it just work on electric devices?”
“N-no, I can plug them into my phone, and speakers, but I can plug them into walls and stuff to hear what’s on the other side or around me a bit clearer, hell once I even managed to plug into some concrete.”
A little shrill squeal came from the boy’s throat as he wrote that down, muttering amazing under his breath, again and again. It was in all honestly a little creepy, but at that moment Jiro couldn’t find it in herself to care, this was just so weird.
“How accurate is your hearing, like can you hear people whispering through a wall, or does plugging into something focus it?”
“W-well, I can hear someone’s heartbeat from a few blocks away, and I can hear part of a conversation three houses away if I really concentrate when I’m at home, though that being said if a motorbike tears by its not exactly fun.”
“Oh wow, that must be so handy, is there anything else?”
“Um no that’s about it, like I said it’s not,,,” But the boy had already gone off on another tangent.
“You’re quirk is so cool, I can think of so many awesome applications, its practically made for hero work, I mean reconnaissance alone would be a breeze for you, hostage situations, finding people after a natural disaster and with enough training, combat would be a sinch as well.” He said, positively beaming at her.
“Now I know your pulling my leg there’s no way you believe all that. Its really sweet that you’re being kind and all but there’s no way that,,,”
“In a hostage situation or a raid you could figure out the number of people inside a building by listening out for a number of heartbeats, your heartbeat can be amplified to create sonic attacks, you can even just strait up stab people with you jacks and pump in your heartbeat for a bit of added damage, and that’s without support gear.” Izuku said matter-of-factly.
Jiro felt her face heat up a little bit, what the hell was this guy saying.
“I-I don’t believe you.” She muttered.
“But I’m serious, I mean anyone can be a hero if they put the effort in, and you’ve already got a leg up on most of them, Your quirk is so cool!” He said, utterly unaware of the internal crisis he was causing across the booth.
Jiro was for the first time in her life, truly and utterly stunned. Not just because of what he was saying, but the earnest and truthful way he said. He honestly seemed to believe every word he said. Even his heartbeat didn’t betray him as it wasn’t erratic in the least.
Kyouka felt her cheeks burning, a blush flaring across her face as the Verdanettes words flashed through her mind, again.
‘Does, does he really think that? Why? We’ve just met, why is be being so nice to me? What’s the reason?’
‘Oh come on Kyouka, are you really that stupid. He’s just being nice.’
‘But what reason does he to be nice to a stranger like me.’
‘Some people are just that, nice to a fault, once he’s had enough he’ll be just like every,,,”
‘But he’s not laughing at me,,, and he’s not lying, I-I know he isn’t.’
‘Pffft fine, just don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Her inner voice mocked, receding into the back of her mind.
Turning back to the boy Jirou looked at him more closely, seeing the excited/nervous energy, the earnest smile, and the earnest eyes staring back at her.
Once again she felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment. What the hell was going on with her? Why was what this guy making her react this way?
‘No, no you’ve just had an emotional day, don’t over think it, he’s being nice, and you’re overreacting, just take the damn compliment and move on.’ Kyouka chastised herself, forcing herself to meet the Verdanettes gaze.
“W-well, thanks I guess, my quirk’s still really not that special, but thanks, I’ll get out of your hair.” She muttered, nervously tapping her jacks together, as she got up to retreat back to her own booth. She didn’t notice the somewhat disappointed pout he gave her as she got up. He had so many questions.
Turning back, she gave one last apologetic wave to the young verdanette.
“I’ll see you around,,, um?”
“Hm? Oh right,,, Midoriya, Midoriya Izuku, and ummm, thanks for this, it was fun.” He said, timidly waving back.
“Kyouka Jirou.” She replied, taking her seat back in her booth, though this time, facing the opposite way so Midoriya couldn’t see her panicking. What the hell was even that! What just happened? Why was she so damn high strung from just a few complements from some boy!?
Maybe she was just being emotional? Yeah that’s it! She was definitely just high stung after her shitty day, and hearing some random sweet boy tell her she was cool was just affecting her more than she would like. Yes, that had to be it. Its not like it just felt nice to be complemented or anything, she’s not that easy damn it! Its not like she gets compliments that often but,,, ok wow that was a depressing thought.
Luckily her spiral was broken as Bertha sat down opposite her, sliding another strawberry milkshake towards the purplette.
“Here, on the house.” She muttered in her usual gruff tone, though Kyouka could hear the hidden concern in her voice.
Kyouka had come to this diner more times than she would ever care to admit. Bertha had also become somewhat of a shoulder for Kyouka to lean on and vent to if she’d ever had a shitty day. And today had absolutely been a shitty day.
Talking to Midoriya had been nice, but it was still rather overshadowed by everything else. Something Bertha seemed to be picking up on if the extra milkshake was anything to go by.
“So,” She grumbled, leaning over the table towards the petite teen.
“What’s eating you up today, Buttercup?” Kyouka couldn’t help but smirk, this is why she loved talking to Bertha, she was unapologetic, and frank with whoever she was talking to, even if she was trying to comfort them. It was refreshing to say the least.
Kyouka felt her entire body slump, as she relaxed back into her seat, silently sipping her milkshake.
“I don’t even know where to begin with today Bertha.” She sighed, absentmindedly stirring her drink.
“It just started off shit, and well when it rains it fucking pours.” Kouka mumbled into her milkshake.
So Kyouka regaled her tales of woe, from those gossiping girls in the locker room, to the insufferable confrontation at her locker. Throughout it all Bertha just sat there and listened nodding along to Kyoukas not good, horrible, very bad day.
Once she was done, Bertha leaned back and let out a deep sigh.
“Twenty years since I’ve left school and the bullies are exactly the same.”
Kyouka smirked, stretching her arms over her head, as she felt a bit of weight leave her chest.
“No I think you’ll find they’re wingier now, and they don’t know when to leave well enough alone.” She chirped, making the boar quirked woman chortle.
“Jeez, back in the day all it took to get rid of brats like that were a few strong words, and a well-placed tusk, you’ve got it rough kiddo.”
“It’s not like I can just use my quirk on them, and besides, what am I gonna do, poke them to death.” Jirou muttered, twirling her jacks around her fingertip.
“Kid, I’ve seen your mother ‘poke’ through concrete with her quirk, just show them what for, and then they’ll leave you alone.”
“Hell you scared the hell outa’ that bushy haired kid earlier, I thought you were gonna skewer that poor kid.” Bertha smirked, causing Kyouka to eep in surprise.
“Y-You saw that?” She squeaked, wilting under Berthas shit eating grin. “It’s kinda hard not to when you were shouting so loudly, I was worried I’d have to throw you out.” She joked, as Jirous spluttered out in protest.
“I-it was just a misunderstanding, he was muttering under his breath and I though he was-”
“Pffft, Jesus, Punk it was just a joke, I saw you two sorted it out so no harm no foul, though if you lost me a customer I’m calling your parents, hmmm?” She said, a steely edge coming off her voice towards the end.
Jirou felt a bead of sweat roll down her row. Bertha was someone who she would forever call a friend. She had been the person who had put her parents on the map. Who had babysitted her while her parents were on gigs and been a pillar of support for her throughout high school. But you never get between a cook and their potential clientele, especially if they own a small operation. Especially if that cook happened to be Bertha Clyde. The results are never pretty. She did have an establishment to run afterall.
“H-hey no need for t-that, we sorted it all out in the end” Kyouka stuttered, shivering at the woman’s sudden change in demeanor.
“And thank god you did, I was about to come out there myself, not that I can blame you for snapping, you really did have a shit day.” The boar woman smirked.
“Y-yeah, though I do feel a lot better about everything, talking to you and Midoriya really helped.” Kyouka sighed, sinking back into the leather seats.
“Midoriya, wait the green haired kid?” Betha asked, arcing an eyebrow. Kyouka didn’t even have to look at her to know she had a toothy grin on her face.
“Oh, so did you have a nice chat while I was cooking, hmmm? What would your father think?” She smirked in a teasing tone. Her jab had its intended effect, Kyouka going ramrod straight before embarrassedly tapping her jacks together as she immediately tried to defend herself from her friends teasing.
“I-its not like that, I felt bad for scaring the poor guy, and what’s wrong with-”
Fortunately, she was cut off as the doorbell bell rang, as three large biker looking men walked into the diner, buzzed haircuts, piercings, and admittedly cool jackets. Hell, one of them even had a kinda cool mohawk. They just radiated the ‘bad boy’ vibe. But something seemed off about them. They looked jumpy, and though it was difficult to hear over the hustle and bustle of the diner, their heartrates were abnormally fast for someone who was about to order a late lunch.
Naturally with the new customers Bertha excused herself, but the look she gave her made it pretty obvious that their conversation wasn’t over.
“Hello gentlemen, what can I get you?” She asked, giving them her equivalent of her best ‘customer service smile’. Both men looked to each other and then nodded.
“Well, everything in the register would be nice.” The first man said smoothly, suddenly reaching for something hidden beneath his jacket, and slipping a black ski mask over his face. Kyouka then watched with wide eyes as the man pulled out a shotgun, slamming the stock into the side of Berthas head sending the Boar woman sprawling to the ground with a thud.
Absolute pandemonium ripped through the air as a cacophony of screams tore through the diner, patrons immediately trying to either hide or see what was going on, as screams pierced the once peaceful establishment.
The second man then promptly brandished a pistol from his waistband, before staring down the quivering waitress who had been unlucky enough to be stationed behind the register.
“Now listen lady,” He snarled, brining the gun up to level so it was pointed right at her. “You could make this easy, or,,,”
Suddenly out of nowhere Midoriya shot across the room like a bullet tackled the gunman’s arm, causing him to fall backwards. The two then began to struggle before the gun fired off a loose bullet into the roof, causing both fighters to flinch.
In that brief moment of the young woman, screamed diving under the counter, and quickly pressed the silent alarm, much to the robber’s dismay. Unfortunately it also gave the robbers an opening on Midoriya.
“God, damn it, guess we’re doing this the hard way aren’t we?” The third man snarled, brandishing a wooden baseball bat, and lowered a brutal swing right into the boy’s chest before Kyouka could even warn him. The vicious hit throwing him clear across the diner. Jirou winced as she heard a slight crack as the man’s weapon dug into the Midoriya’s ribs. He must have had some kind of strength-based quirk.
The man holding the pistol fired a single shot into the air, quickly sending everyone freeze looking towards him, as he then turned his weapon on the remaining patrons, an infuriated look on his face, as he looked over at the crowd of people.
“Well ladies and gentlemen, I would have liked to have said that this would have been a simple robbery.” He said in a somewhat exasperated voice.
“But since this little brat decided to try and be a hero, and not open the register for us, it appears we’re going to become well acquainted.” He snarled, delivering another kick upon the green haired man, this time his head snapping back with a small fountain of blood gushing from his nose.
He landed right at Kyoukas feet and was now nursing a very bloodied and very broken nose.
“Hey leave him alone!” Kyouka snarled, her jack flying into the mans arm, winced slightly before delivering a swift backhand to the punk girls cheek, sending her sprawling to the ground as well.
“Does anyone else feel like being a damn hero, because the next one to have a bright idea, is gonna have their brains splattered all over the damn floor!” Baseball bat snapped, a few of the patrons screaming as he glowered at them, as if daring any of them to make a move.
Satisfied with his work, he rounded on her, roughly grarbbing her by the arm, and pushing her towards the crowd.
“That really fucking hurt you shrimpy bitch, try that shit again, and even your mama wont want an open casket!” he snarled, promptly throwing Midoriya after her, who sprawled like a sack of potatoes as the assembled groups feet.
“Oh my god, Midoriya, are you ok?” She asked quickly falling to the young teens side, as he collapsed to the floor, gasping for breath. The hit had completely knocked the wind out of him.
“M’ fine.” He grumbled, as both gunmen began herding everyone towards the back of the diner, both men cocking their guns.
“Oh I wouldn’t worry about you’re boyfriend shrimp, unless he decided to do something stupid again.” Shotgun smirked, Jirou deciding to ignore the boyfriend comment, and instead focus on fixing his nose.
“Ok everyone, move it, you too weird ears, move it!” The shotgun wielding crook shouted, as he pushed them into the back of the diner with the other patrons.
“Now, everyone down on your knees, and no sudden moves, or we start shooting.” Shotgun man shouted, as he swept his weapon across the assembled hostages, causing them to try to get further away from the gunman, which was met with more screaming.
Once they were all kneeled down on the ground, both gunmen got between them and the windows, shouting for everyone to be quiet. Then pistol broke off from his partners and began opening the cash register and grabbing every note and coin he could grab from it into a small duffel bag.
However clearly this wasn’t exactly what the robbers had in mind when they’d planned this little heist, as they seemed, less than pleased.
“Shit man this isn’t enough, you said we’d be able to make two thousand easy, this is barely five hundred!” Pistol growled, showing him the contents of the duffel bag.
“Well, it wouldn’t all be in the cash register dumbass, Reggie, check the back rooms, Charlie, you help me with these guys, the cops are going to show up any minute, now quit whining and get to work!” Baseball bat snarled to the now identified Charlie and Reggie, who began following their bosses’ orders.
Once they were on their way, the man then turned to face them, a strained smile playing on the crooks’ lips. It made Jirou uneasy, just what was this guy thinking.
“All right Ladies and Gentlemen, a slight change of plans, but nothing we can’t handle, from here on out you do as we say, when we say it, and everyone gets out scot free, us included,” He barked at them, whistle slinging his baseball bat over his shoulder, as the sound of police sirens suddenly filled the air, his smile only turning more and more upsetting. “So just sit back, relax, and welcome to what I assume is your first hostage negotiation.”
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Chapter 5: Resolve
Summary:
Slightly concussed and not in a great way, Izuku find himself in his first hostage negotiation, and now has to plan his way out of it, with the help of a new friend.
Notes:
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For now please enjoy the chapter, and if it feels a little off compared to the other chapters, I'm so sorry, I've tried to polish this as much as I could over the last week, but I just don't know how else to improve it. I promise to do better in the future!
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Chapter Text
Police sirens filled the air of the once quiet streets of Mustafu, as they bore down on The Greasers Diner. Five police cars pulling up after hearing about shots fired, and a triggered alarm.
They’d been quick to set up a perimeter and had a swat team on standby. Also sending over a negotiator, or at least the closest thing they had to one in their current situation.
Which was why Detective Tsukauchi, pride and joy of the Mustafu police department and high courts of Japan, was pulling up to an active crime in progress. And despite the seriousness of the situation, Detective Tsukauchi let out a particularly loud sigh, as he skulled down what was left of his now cold coffee.
He'd gotten the call not five minutes ago and had decided to lend whatever hand he could, having taken his Negotiators course not too long ago, he figured he could help out until a professional arrived to relieve him.
Unfortunately, after a long talk with the officers and swat on sight, he was the ranking officer, and the only one with any meaningful negotiation training. So, here he was, his once peaceful afternoon replaced by a rather tense conversation with a pistol wielding man with a makeshift ski mask and a gaudy mohawk.
“Sir, please this won’t end well for you, if you do not release the hostages, I cannot guarantee your safety moving forwards.” Tsukauchi yelled into the megaphone, hoping to dissuade the armed Villain from any further action.
“I don’t fucking think so Gumshoe! Me and my boys are gonna get out of here scott free, or else I can’t guarantee the safety of these lovely men and women in this fine establishment!” The man yelled from behind his hiding place, just out of sight of the front door.
Gritting his teeth, the detective felt a few more beads of sweat fall down his brow. They had been at an impasse for the last five minutes or so, and neither side was making any ground, no matter how lenient the detective tried to be.
They were dead set on getting out of there with the money, and they weren’t picky about having to hurt any of the hostages to get their way. Which was unfortunately confirmed by Tsukauchi himself, the moniker of ‘The True man’ not being just for show. Though sometimes he really hated his quirk, as it was just so much more stressful to know what
Seriously wondered some crooks were so stubborn over some damn yen. I mean it was his annual salary, but that wasn’t worth this amount of trouble. He could only sigh internally at the amount of paperwork he’d have to write up. Especially when a hero finally decided to show up.
Apparently the closest one was five more minutes away. Some newbie Named Kamui Woods, a new graduate from UA who was making some waves, along with a few more local heroes.
But in all honesty, it was time that they didn’t have. The robbers were getting more and more antsy as time went on, and according to what information could be gathered by initial reports one of the hostages was already injured.
God he could smell the ashes of his peaceful afternoon wafting way in the wind.
“You know we can’t do that! Besides its only a matter of time before heroes start to arrive, turn yourselves in before this gets ugly.” He commanded, only for the Pistol wielding man to become even angrier. “Then we’re gonna have a problem DICK! Because if I don’t start seeing-”
Whatever he had been about to say was brought to a sudden stop when another of the Villains came up behind his boss and whispered something in his ear.
Unfortunately, whatever it was did not calm the man down, as his scowl only became more prominent.
Turning back towards the Detective and assembled police, The man began shouting at them, with a renewed viggor.
“I’ll BE BACK SOON DICK, AND WHEN I DO YOU”D BETTER BE SINGING A DIFFERENT TUNE, OR I’LL SHOW YOU HOW I TURN TEN HOSTAGES INTO FIVE!” He roared, before following his associate back into the diner.
“God damn it.” Tsukauchi cursed under his breath, moving back the assembled swat members. He was going to have to find a solution to this and fast. Luckily his colleages were working quickly and effectively whilst he was ‘negotiating’ with the hostage takers.
After a few Minutes Naomasa finally had a semblance of a working plan. Heroes could wait, they needed to move in as soon as possible.
Taking a deep breath Tsukauchi laid out his plan as it was currently. “Alright gentlemen, I want two snipers on the opposite building, and a five man team ready to enter through the front door, I want visuals at the ready at a moments notice, and we do not move until my mark, are we clear?” The detective asked, getting a round of affirmative.
However just as they broke to put there plan into action, the Detectives radio crackled to life on his shoulder.
“Detective this is Officer Takoba, I’m seeing some more movement inside, please advise, over.”
Frowning the detective grabbed the device and pressed hard down on the receiver.
“This is Tsukauchi, please describe the situation Takoba, over.”
“W-well sir it looks like-”
BOOOOOOOM!
Suddenly a sonic boom blasted through the air, followed by the sound of shattering glass as a two boddies were launched right through the dinner windows. The surrounding officers immediately went for cover before rushing towards the diner, only to be greeted by the strangest thing any of them had seen all day.
Five minutes earlier:
This was not how Izuku had planned to spend is afternoon.
He’d come here because he’d heard that this was a nice place to hang out, with good music and even better food for a cheapish price. Which in all fairness was true, his burger had been delicious from the few precious bits that he’d gotten, even if it threatened to come back up from that last kick he’d received.
But here he was, wheezing as he nursed a heavy bruise that was steadily forming over his recently broken ribs. Or at least he assumed that’s what that cracking sound was.
He was pretty sure he could feel his ribs shifting as he tried to move around.
To make matters worse he had immediately failed to do anything of worth, his feeble attempt to gain a semblance of control of the situation only leading to the robbers taking the ten occupants of the dinner hostage as the police had surrounded the building.
Not exactly his best idea it needed to be said. But when he’d seen that gun pointed at that waitress, he could already feel his body spring into action. His ‘Hero’ mode as Arty called it.
It happened whenever he saw something bad happen. Whether it was Bakagou ‘Showing someone their place’ or someone just looking for directions, Izuku would always spring right to someone’s aid, to help them in any way he could. It was just the kind of person he was. Though as modest as he was, Izuku would claim that its ‘What anyone would have done.’
Well, all the good it was doing him now. He thought bitterly as he drew another shaky breath. His head still swimming from that last kick.
All around him, his fellow hostages whimpering with fear as they desperately tried to look away from the two gunmen aimed their weapons menacingly at them, methodically waving them slowly over the group. Though they kept their weapons trained on Izuku more than the rest of them. Clearly thinking that he was a potential risk.
Not an unfair assessment as he had been brave (read stupid) enough to rush an armed gunman with nothing but his fists.
Next to him sat the passive, but equally as shaken up Jirou, who thanks to hero own heroic streak was now sporting a healthy bruise on her left cheek.
The young woman holding a rather cold coffee can to his forehead, with a look of concern plastering over her pretty face, alongside their boar quirked waitress from earlier. Bertha her nametag read. He was just going to gloss over the pretty comment, not that he noticed with his rapidly forming concussion, not that he could tell.
Grunting Izuku tried to sit himself back up only to find himself be rather forcefully pushed back down by the purple haired girl who gave him a rather similar look she’d earlier. The one that made you want to awkwardly curl up into a ball and apologize. An impressive feat considering Izuku was both taller and physically stronger than her.
“Stop moving.” The rocker girl hissed at him, leveling her withering glare at him as the cannonball continued to struggle.
“You’ve got at least two broken ribs from that bat, and it’ll just get worse if you keep struggling.”
“And maybe a concussion from that last kick.” Bertha added, Assisting Jirou in keeping the green haired boy still until he finally realised that they were probably right. Flashing them an apologetic smile let out shaky breath before resting his head back onto,,, huh when had they given him a pillow? And why did it smell so nice?
‘Questions for later.’ The green haired teen berated himself, looking up to his fellow captive. “Are you alright?” he asked, making the punk girl arch an eyebrow at him.
“H-he hit you, are you alright, that bruise looks pretty nasty.”
“A-am I alright, Moptop you need an ambulance, worry about yourself for the moment.” Jirou muttered under her breath.
“Maybe he does have a concussion, Bertha Keep him still
Chuckling Izuku turned his attention to their captors and did what he did best. He analyzed. Though in his own unique way.
‘Three men, all seemingly in their early to late twenties, no obvious mutations or obvious quirks, possibly weak emitter types. Or they’re using weapons to hide their quirks. Smart. Well not that smart, they still had their phones, at least he assumed they didn’t, so they were probably amatures or this was their first major heist.
Theyhaveusinthebackofthedinne,maybesotheycankeepaneyeonus,andwereawayfromanywindows,sothere’snowaytheycanbeshotfromtheoutside.Maybetheycantrytodistractthemand-’
Izuku was again brought from his musings by a sudden pain and frantic looking Jirou, who had ‘lightly’ jabbed him in the neck with one of her jacks, and gestured to a very angry looking Shotgun man, who was grinding his teeth at the young verdanette. Crap had he been muttering all that out? Kami damn-it his habit was going to get them killed.
Snarling shotgun man, began striding towards the downed teen, leveling the shogun directly at him, making the assembled hostages shrink back, one woman bursting into tears as the gun washed over them, before being leveled at the future hero hopeful.
“Hey, Shut the hell up over there, no talking unless we say so, you’ve done more than enough to piss me off already, plus it’s just super freaky, its weirding me out!”
“S-Sorry i-it’s a nervous habbi-“ Izuku began.
“WHAT ABOUT DON’T SPEAK, DO YOU NOT GET BRAT!” Shotgun roared,
Not wanting to have his brains splattered all over the wall, Izuku wisely decided to shut up, sweat pouring down his brow as he tried to recall what Arty used to tell him about what to do in a hostage negotiation. The headache he was getting from all the shouting wasn’t helping.
“Hey Reggie, lets take a step back for a sec-” Pistol began, slowly before being cut off, but his shotgun wielding comrade.
Then Suddenly, there was a body between Izuku and the gunman, a rather petite one, but very familiar all the same.
“Hey, lay off him you already gave him a concussion, leave him alone.” The Rocker girl snapped, angrily waving her jacks at the armed robber.
Izuku felt a spike of panic in his chest. What the hell was she thinking? He thought grabbing onto the rockers shoulder in a vain attempt to pull her back out of harms way. He was grateful that she stood up for him, but it wouldn’t mean anything if she got shot over it. Not that she seemed to care. Her eyes had that same fire he’d seen when she first approached him. Full of fire and determination.
‘Heh, guess I’m not the only on who has a hero mode.’ He chuckled despite the rather tense atmosphere.
“Oh, don’t think I forgot about you ya’ damn ironing board! My arm still fucking hurts, just give me a god damn reason to blow your fucking-!”
“Hey Reggie, Fucking cool it, we need them alive for this to work, so fucking calm down!” Pistol yelled, and the now identified Reggie, who didn’t seem too pleased at the prospect of being ordered around.
Luckily it was then that their leader stalked back from the front of the store with their fourth member.
“The both of you shut up, and keep your damn heads down, we aint gonna make it out of here, if you two dumbasses can’t keep away from each other’s throats!” he snapped, causing both men to freeze, before sheepishly nodding ot one another. Though Reggie still seemed pretty miffed.
“And while its good for a woman to have a little bit of spunk to her,,,” The leader snarled, his eyes briefly washing over Jirou, before brandishing his weapon at the young girl. “However, I advise you, sit down, shut up, and be a good little hostage, until we get back, or else.”
The rocker girl scowled before slowly sitting back down, trying her best to not show how badly her hands were trembling, from her encounter.
Seemingly satisfied the Leader turned to the other assembled hostages, most of them trying to get as far away from the ski mask wearing villain as they could without triggering his underling’s ire. Not that he seemed to register or care about that fact. “Now, ladies and gentlemen, a slight change of plans from the scheduled robbery.” He said, as easily as someone could discuss the weather, his eyes slowly scanning over the assembled hostages.
“We are attempting to open a safe at the back of this fine establishment, a safe that only the owner will know the combination too.”
Izuku felt uneasy as at least half of the hostages turned towards Bertha, one of them actively pointing at the Boar quirked woman. Though they quickly retracted their arm when the assembled hostages glared at the little coward.
So much for employee loyalty.
“Oh, well in that case, Miss,,, Bertha and I can go back, and unlock her safe.” The lead robber smirked, gesturing for the Dinners owner to stand up.
Bertha however was not going to take it lying down, her large hazel eyes boring into the Robbers with an understandable fury.
“And if I say no?” she spat, causing the robber to cock an eyebrow, before cocking back the hammer of his revolver.
Sighing the mutant woman stood up, shooting a withering glare at the coward who had pointed her out.
“Fine, but you Idiots leave, and you don’t even think about laying a finger on my customers.” He huffed, throwing off the Leaders hand as he tried to steady her.
Jirou tried to stop her, but again Midoriya grabbed her, hand silently pointing to the two thugs still pointing their weapons at them. Which she begrudgingly admitted that he had a good point. So, she could only watch as one of the few, or well only friend she really had, get dragged into the back of her own diner.
However, it was then that Izuku Midoriya finally had an idea. Though it would be time to point out that this was a terrible idea and had like a seventy-five percent chance of going wrong. But given their current circumstances, twenty-five was better than nothing.
Now, the only other issue with said plan was that it required one other participant.
Turning towards Jirou Izuku gently tugged her sleeve to get her attention, before raising a finger to his lips. Scrunching her eyes in understanding, she slowly pointed her jacks towards the boy, and allowed him to whisper her plan to the rocker girl.
It was simple really. He could take out the shotgun villain with his quirk, and she could distract the baseball man, before he came in for the finishing blow. And when their leader came to investigate, they could pincer him, and finally get the cops in here.
All in all, Izuku thought it was a great plan, not fool proof, but it could work. Jirou on the other hand looked like she was going to jab him again if her deadpan stare was anything to go by.
“Absolutely not, did you forget how badly you got messed up the first time, they kicked your ass moptop.” Jirou reprimanded the Greenette.
Izuku couldn’t help but feel his cheeks burn slightly. Yeah, he couldn’t exactly refute that. But this time it would be different. “But I didn’t use my quirk then, and if I use it now, I could easily take them both out, if you distract the other one.”
The punk rocker girl still didn’t look convinced, her dark eyes piercing into Izuku’s soul, and making him feel judged.
“Look Moptop, once they get the money, they’ll just leave, its all they want, they won’t need us after that.”
“Yes, they do, we’re the only way they can get out of here safely, they’ll just keep us hostage until they’re free, and we both now that’s not going to happen.” Izuku reminded her, causing the rocker girl to grimace, giving him a more appraising glance. She stared at the Greenette for a good minute, making the socially anxious boy squirm under her gaze, not used to being in the center of anyone’s attention. His mother and Art didn’t count.
Finally, she let out a deep sigh, looking straight into the hero hopefuls’ eyes. “Are you absolutely sure you can take them out? Are you a hundred percent certain?” Her tone was flat, but Izuku could hear the worry in her voice. Not that he could blame her, if this went wrong it was more than just them who could suffer the consequences.
She was putting an awful lot of faith in the hands of a complete stranger, once whom she had been shouting at not ten minutes earlier. But eventually she nodded, in the most reluctant fashion available to her.
“Fine but walk me through this plan of yours step by step, and quickly, their boss’l be back soon.” She muttered.
Beaming Izuku was only too happy to explain his plan, excitedly whispering his grand designs to the punk rocker.
This was going to go fantastically! Izuku thought.
*****
This was a horrible mistake! Kyouka Internally screamed as she shimmied her way into position. Away from the bushy haired idiot that had somehow convinced her to take part in this hairbrained scheme!
Slowly Kyouka had made her way over to the other side of the hostages, under the guise of both getting away from Reggie (shotgun man) and comforting a slowly sobbing middle aged woman who seemed to be struggling to breathe.
So, while she gently patted her back, and whispered that everything was going to be ok. She was having an internal crisis!
The ‘Plan’ as moptop had called it, was simple yet effective. She would distract the Baseball bat guy by jacking him in the ear. Then he would take out the shotgun man. She still had no idea how he was going to do that. He just told her to move when his body was in the air, whilst giving her that stupidly dorky smile.
So here she was, getting ready for him to make his move, and praying to high heaven that if he fucked up, he could run away, or at least make it to the police, like he said he would if he somehow messed it up,,, Oh who was she kidding this was never going to work! And yet she couldn’t bring herself to call it off.
And yet she didn’t. She so easily could. Greenie had told her multiple times she just had to whistle, and he’d stop. He didn’t want to involve her unless she was ok with it. It would be so easy, just purse her lips, and let out a small tune. But she couldn’t.
Something about the way he smiled, and reassured her that his plan would work, just,,, it had her someway, somehow believing that this could work.
So with a muted sigh, she slowly raised her thumb so that only Greenie could see. To her left he nodded, a slight grin appearing on his face as he, slowly reached up to slide on his, frankly clunky, green headphones.
And that was when things immediately began to go wrong. The moment Midoriya began to slip the device over his ears, a rather familiar gravely voice ripped through the air, followed by the cock of a shotgun.
“OI, what the hell do you think you’re doing?” Reggie snarled, spittle flying as he aimed his weapon at the verdanette, who was staring at him like a deer in headlights.
‘For fucks sake!’ Kyouka cursed, feeling his muscles tense. They had barely even started, and things were already going wrong. SHIT!
Kyouka turned to look at her fellow teen, watching as he sat frozen in place, staring down the barrel of a shotgun. Her mouth felt dry as she saw his eyes widen in panic. She stood there her mind racing. What could she do? Should she make a noise to distract him? Push something over? Maybe she could-
“Um, sorry would it be ok if I could listen to some music?”
Kyouka felt her head snap towards the greenette fast enough to give her whiplash. That was his big plan! No one would be stupid enough to fall for that, only a real idiot would-
“PAH! Fine, but if I see any funny business, I’m basting them right off that plan little face of yours.”
‘THAT FUCKING WORKED!’ she internally shrieked, staring incredulously at the sheer stupidity of this entire situation.
But she had to admit it was quite a stroke of good luck. Even if she felt like bashing her head against a steel beam.
So now with his permission the Greenette slipped on his headphones and pressed play, Kyouka watching intently for what was going to happen next.
It all happened so fast. that too this day Kyouka wasn’t even sure if she ever saw move use it. One moment Midoriya was just sitting there, rocking from side to side to some invisible tune, snapped his fingers and then.
WHAM! BOOOOOOOOM!
He was suddenly halfway across the diner with his fist buried right into Reggie’s face. The thug barely had a moment to look surprised as he and his weapon were sent flying right across the diner before burying themselves into the jukebox at the back of the diner, the offending item crumpling in on itself like a tin can.
Whatever Kyouka had been expecting, it hadn’t been for the small teen to somehow launch the shotgun wielding maniac through a jukebox. Her jaw hung wide open as she sat frozen at the scene before her. At least until she felt Baseball bat run past her with a frenzied yell.
“REGGIE! I’LL SPLIT YOUR HEAD OPEN THIS TIME PUNK!” He roared charging straight at the Verdanette.
Oh right! SHIT! She was supposed to distract him! Kyouka thought, surging to her feet as she sent her jacks flying towards the baseball bat wielding villain.
Her first attack went wide, striking the man directly in his meaty next, casing him to cry out in surprise before her second jack snagged directly into his right ear. With piercing battle cry, or at least as much as it could be coming from the young rocker, she pumped her heartbeat directly into his ears, making the Villain scream before flopping on his face. His body landing with a loud thud. Oh, wow that was way more effective than she’d thought it’d be.
However Kyouka didn’t have enough time to admire her handiwork the boss suddenly came barreling out of the kitchen, looking for whatever had made all that noise.
“What the hell is going on out here!” He roared, his eyes widening as he saw his two companions laid out on the floor.
“Wait what the hell did you do-“ He began.
Before he could finish Midoriya was on him in an instant, grabbing him by the scruff of his shirt, with a massive shiteating smirk on his face. Before leaving him with some parting words.
“Cannon shot!”
‘SNAP’
Again, the greenhaired teen blurred out of existence, this time the Boss Robber went with him. Then the next thing she knew the windows exploded, and the robber was flying out the window like a ragdoll.
Now it may have just been the adrenaline in her system, but in that moment, seeing Midoriya standing proud with that smile of his. Kyouka couldn’t help thinking that he looked really, really cool. Just like a real hero!
And then the cops finally decided to storm inside only to find their two remaining robbers imbedded in a jukebox and unconscious on the floor.
Needless to say they had a lot of questions lined up for them.
Notes:
Ok so explanation time!
So what began as a week long writers block ended with my laptops Solid Drive carking it, and taking about two months to finally replace. I would have liked to have written during that time, however I wasn't able to since none of my relatives wanted to lend me their laptops for a few hours, but no dice. Plus I cant write on my phone, or well i could, but I'd finish the chapter and then throw my phone at the wall, it makes editing a nightmare!
I've also started my new job as a casual chef at one of the Marriot hotels, so my free time was significantly diminished, along with lengthy workhours.
But I digress, I have some free time and a laptop finally, and I didn't lose too much thanks to my cloud backups, thank the lord!So yeah, I'm back! And hopefully I can get back into a semi regular upload schedule.
I'll see you all next time, and I hope you enjoy.
Please do comment if you have any feedback, I do quite literally live off of it!
Oh PS:
I'm also planning on doing a RWBY X BHNA crossover story at some point in the near future. Partially inspired by Aragon365's Team STIK fic on FFN. (The best Crossover of the two IP's I've ever had the pleasure of reading, sadly discontinued since 2020)The premise is that at the end of the Overhaul Arc Izuku and Eri are transported to remnant right in the middle of the Hunter/Huntress exams. The story will revolve around the two adjusting to their new world, and their new friends in the form of Team RWBY and attempting to save the world from certain destruction. (I'm not sure about the pairing, but for those of you wondering no its not going to be a harem fic)
I thought I'd give the idea a whirl since, I love both franchises despite RWBY's interesting writing in some of the later volumes, not that I could do any better XD.
But yeah, If anyone would like to see that, please leave me a comment its always a pleasure to read and reply to them, and have a lovely day.
Chapter 6: Aftermath
Summary:
The aftermath of the hostage situation. Kyouka finishes up her statment, and two wild Cocerned parents enter the fray.
Notes:
Heya, sorry its been a minute, I've had a mixture of work and beginning hero of Remnant. But I've got the next three days off work, so hopefully I'll have a new chapter for the other fic up in a few days. Maybe,,,,,,,, ok I'll try by wednesday.
But anyway I hope you enjoy the chapter and please let me know what you think.More info on how I will update my stories moving forward in the end notes.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
“,,,and then greenie threw him out the window.” Kyouka explained as she gave her statement for what felt like the tenth time. She was currently sat in a makeshift tent-gazebo, slowly sipping a glass of water as detective stared at her before scribbling in his notebook.
The officer interviewing her a rather plain looking man wearing a trench-coat and hat, named Tsukauchi finally looked back up from his notes with an understanding yet tired look on his face. “Well it looks like your statement matches the other hostages.” He began, leaning back as he lightly massaged his temples, as if trying to relieve some tension built up there.
Kyouka felt the urge to roll her eyes at that. Before they had begun his first round of questioning the tired looking detective had told the purplette that his quirk was a built-in lie detector, so she had told him the whole truth. No point in lying to a police officer, and besides it was a criminal offence to do so.
That hadn’t stopped him from asking the same questions over and over again, like some kind of scratched up record. She knew this was probably all routine, but seriously, she’d been here for over half an hour answering this man’s questions.
“Then am I free to go?” the punk rocker asked, gesturing towards the gazebos opening with her thumb.
“Because I think I should really be heading home, my parents are probably worried sick since I haven’t called in.”
“Just one more thing Miss Jirou, you said that both you and,” He paused looking through his notes.
“Mr. Midoriya or Green as you called him, both used your quirks to incapacitate the villains?”
The Punk Rocker raised her eyebrow, replying. “W-well, yeah, we made a plan I distract them while Greenie took em out, and though it didn’t go completely according to plan, it worked pretty well.”
“And I must say, you both did very well, taking out three armed men with little to no injuries to yourself or any of the other hostages was quite the feat, it seems you have quite the career ahead of you?” The Detective chuckled smiling softly.
Kyouka felt her cheeks light up at the praise. She hadn’t really done much. All she’d really done was distract them, and jack that one guy in the arm. It was Midoriya who had done it all. “I-I didn’t really do much, b-but thankyou detective.” She muttered, looking down in a poor attempt to his her red cheeks.
Her response made the detective chuckle nervously, scratching his cheek as he set down his notebook.
“But, be that as it may, what the two of you did today technically fell under vigilantism, you’re both very lucky that the two of you only caused minor injuries, especially Midoriya considering the strength behind his quirk.” He replied.
Kyouka felt herself blink a few times before she let out a small, “Huh?”
Throughout her interrogation Kyouka had deduced that though the detective seemed friendly enough, his tired but friendly smile at the beginning of his questioning quickly putting the rocker girl at ease very quickly. He seemed to be overall quite easygoing, and thankful for a majority of her questioning. Going so far as praising her and Greenies quick thinking.
So needless to say the sudden reprimanding was giving her a little bit of whiplash, Kyouka balling her fists at the sudden 180.
Her expression must have shown because the detective was quick to bring his hands up. “Now that’s not to say you didn’t do a good job, and that myself and the police force aren’t grateful that you helped to resolve the situation.” He quickly added, making the earphone-jack user clam down if only marginally.
“All I’m saying is wait until you’ve got you’re license, you won’t be able to become a hero if you get brought in for vigilantism charges now will you?” She chuckled.
“Heh, like I could ever be a hero.” Kyouka chuckled humorlessly.
“Oh, and what makes you say that?” the detective asked, raising an eyebrow.
Kyouka gave him the patented Jirou deadpan as she whirled her jacks around her fingertip.
“What the hell I gonna to poke villains until they surrender.” She remarked, causing the detective chuckle.
“From what I’ve heard they pack quite the nasty sting.” He said, causing the punk girl to splutter in embarrassment, once again looking at her shoes.
“H-hey, where the hell do you get off, teasing teenage girls, b-besides I don’t know about being a hero and all that!” Kyouka grumbled, making the detective sheepishly scratch the back of his head. “My apologies Miss Jirou, you’re free to go, an officer has contacted your parents, they should be here soon.” He said gesturing she could go.
Brushing off her skirt the punk rocker went to take her leave, still feeling a little frazzled. No-one had ever really told her she could be a hero before. I mean her parents had, but they were just being her parents they were supposed to be supportive of her childish dreams. Green had also said it, but, he was probably just being nice, even if his heartbeat said he was telling the truth.
But just as she was about to step out the detective called out to her, wit one more bomb to drop on her.
“For what it’s worth, I think you’d make a great hero, no matter what happens I’ll be rooting for you, and Midoriya.”
Kyouka quickly picked up her pace, making her way out of the gazebo and she was absolutely not smiling, absolutely not.
She was quickly surrounded by about fourty police officers, each of them walking around and grabbing statements from random bystanders and keeping a security line to stop people from walking onto the crime scene. She winced having to try and drown out the ambient noise of so many people, though she thanked her lucky stars the sirens weren’t on.
She began making her way towards the small convoy of paramedics that had arrived, slowly making her way towards them. She’d already been checked out but she was looking for two people in particular who had been immediately sent over once they’d explained everything to the police.
She didn’t have to look far either a mop of curly green hair, and pearly white tusks giving them away respectively. They were both sat down in opposite stretchers, Izuku having his head and jaw bandaged, and bertha having an icepack on her cheek from where their leader had apparently hit her when she’d tried to stall while they were in the back.
They seemed to be having a rather animated conversation, bertha chuckling about something as Greenie was writing excitedly in his notebook about something.
“Hey Bertha, Greenie.” Kyouka called, bot their head snapping to the punk rocker.
“Heya squirt, how are you holding up?” the older woman grinned, sitting up as she pulled Kyouka into a soft hug.
“Oh, you know me, nothing keeps me down for long.” Kyouka joked, making Bertha chuckle.
“And how are you doing moptop?” She asked turning her attention to said curly haired boy, who blushed slightly at yet another nickname. They just seemed to roll off her tongue.
“I-I’m ok, mostly, the paramedics said I have a concussion so no running around for a few days, a-and a few more for my ribs.” He stuttered, sheepishly scratching the back of his head.
“Well, I definitely think you deserve it Mr. Hero.” Kyouka grinned, gently punching him on the arm.
“You took out three armed goons, and saved a diner full of people, that deserves a break.”
Her praise only succeeded in making the freckled boy even redder if that was even possible, causing him to try and hide behind his book.
‘Heh this is fun.’ Kyouka thought to herself, as the hero of the hour struggled to handle the praise being heaped on him. It was funny in an adorable kinda way. Or at least it was until he decided to turn the tables on her.
“W-well you deserve some as well Jirou-san, afterall I wouldn’t have been able to do it without your help.”
Now Jirou would have you know that her cheeks did not heat up like a toaster, nor did she internally squeak at how earnest his answer was.
“W-what? But I barely did anything, I just jabbed that dude in the arm.” She stammered, slowly rubbing her arm.
Besides, she didn’t deserve all that praise, she wasn’t good enough for that.
‘That’s right, you were just there in the background while he did all the work, not that you could have done any better.’ Her inner voice smirked, the cold feeling spreading further down her arms.
“Oh come on kiddo, we all know that’s not true.” Bertha huffed. Jirou scoffed, opening her mouth to try and rebuke her statement.
“She’s right you know.” Midoriya stated,
“And it’s because of you that they didn’t instantly turn me into Swiss cheese.” Midoriya said, matter-of-factly, giving the punk rocker a blinding smile.
“I never got to say it before, but you were amazing today, thankyou Jirou-san, you were my hero.”
Kyouka was once again rendered speechless by the sparkly eyed boy smiling up at her with the kindest eyes, and most earnest words she’d ever heard. She felt a small warmth spark to life in her chest, which slowly began growing bigger and bigger, with every word. For as simple as they were, those words meant so much to her.
Gently wiping some of the wetness from her eyes, she looked up Midoriya. And much to Midoriya’s and especially Bertha’s surprise, she showed him something that few people ever saw from Kyouka Jirou, a genuine honest to god smile.
“Thankyou.” She said, suddenly feeling,,, lighter? Like she had a weight lifted off her shoulders? She wasn’t really sure. But she did know that she felt like she was free, and not even her inner voices could bring her down.
Of course, this didn’t last, a lighthearted snort brought her crashing back to reality, seeing Bertha with a hand over her mouth as she looked between the two teenagers adorably sweet teenagers.
“Now that’s not something you see very often, Jirou Kyouka getting all flustered over a boy. Oh your father is going to freak.” she cooed, causing both teens to suddenly turn scarlet.
“H-hey, w-who’s flustered, I was just thanking him, what’s so weird about that?” the purplette demanded, her jacks hovering threateningly towards her, though the diner owner didn’t seem at all perturbed. Both knew she wouldn’t go through with it since she was injured.
Probably.
Though seeing as Kyouka was getting worked up, Bertha graciously decided to spare her any further embarrassment. Throwing up her hands in mock surrender, though the Punk rocker still had her jacks ready just in case.
Besides, she didn’t want moptop getting any weird ideas. She was just thanking him for his kind words, and for getting them out of today’s fiasco. They were just,,, wait what were they? Acquaintances? Friends? She wasn’t entirely sure.
However, before she could finish that train of thought, she heard a familiar set of heavy boots, quickly followed by a set of clacking heels. Dear god why now? The purplette internally lamented as the tent door was flung open to reveal one Mika Jirou, and one Kyotoko Jirou. Her very protective and very concerned parents.
Both parents quickly zeroed in on their daughter, her father basically tackling her into a hug, smiling in relief. “Oh my god my Kyouka my baby girl I was so worried! You’re not hurt are you? Is that why your in the medical tent? You’re not dying are yeeeeouch!” The blonde musician yelped, as his daughter rather coldly jacked him in the chest.
“You’re being too loud old man, and you’re being embarrassing.” Jirou grumbled, leveling her father with her trademark stare. Her father ever the drama queen clutched his chest like he’d been shot.
“Wah? Am I not allowed to show concern for my daughter after a villain attack.” He defended himself. Kyouka was about to retort when her mother, a splitting image of her daughter, wearing a white blouse, black skirt and stockings, decided to intervene.
“Kyotoko, we’re in a medical area, and you’re making a scene.” She told him, making the shaggy haired man, sheepishly rub the back of his head.
“Yes dear.” He said weakly, seeing that he had no allies in his current argument.
“Speaking of injuries,” the Jirou matriarch continued, turning towards Bertha.
“Oh my goodness, Bertha what happened to you?” she said, walking over to her friends bedside to inspect her swollen forehead, the boar quirked woman lightly shooing her away.
“Pah I’m fine, it’ll take more than that to take me out of commission.” She grinned, flashing her pearly white tusks to the assembled Jirous.
“I’m fine too, not a scratch, well my cheeks a little sore, but nothing too bad, I’m only here to check on Bertha and Greenie here, they got it way worse than I did.” Jirou said, gesturing to the two bedbound occupants.
It was only then that the elder Jirous became aware of the green haired boy, flinching as they both looked at him, Mika with a lightly appraising stare, and Kyotoko with much more intense and protective glare.
“And you are.” Kyotoko asked, raising an eyebrow at Midoriya who was visibly sweating under her fathers scrutinizing gaze.
“I-I’m a,,, well I’m,” he stuttered, unable to speak due to the sudden attention on him.
Kyouka just rolled her eyes at her old mans antics. Why did he always have to do this? Especially when they were in public.
“Don’t worry about him Moptop, he’s all bark and no bite.” She smirked, causing her father to splutter indignantly.
“Kyouuuka! Come on, can’t you just let me be cool for once!” He whined.
“Try being actually cool first.” she deadpanned, causing the man to further deflate in on himself, much to the amusement of his wife, smirking at her husbands antics.
“Ummmm, right, well I-I’m Izuku Midoriya, and it’s thanks to your daughter that I was able to defeat the villains in the diner, and why I don’t look like a wheel of Swiss cheese right now.” Izuku said, watching as both parents did a double take.
“Wait, my little girl fought villains, right on!” Kyotoko roared, before being silenced by an irritated look from his wife and daughter, both of them wincing at the volume of his voice. Sometimes he forgot how sensitive their hearing was.
“Quiet, and yeah, we took them out, or well moptop did I just distracted them.” The Punk rocker stated, earning an intrigued look from her parents, and an amused snort from the cannonball user.
“You my friend, need to take more pride in your involvement, jacking a shotgun wielding maniac is no small feat.” Izuku chuckled, seeing Jirou go ramrod straight as what the boy had said suddenly register.
“F-friend? Wait you want to be my friend?” She asked, her voice sounding much smaller than it had before.
“W-well yeah, I mean i-if you want to, S-sorry if I overstepped, I just thought that, I mean we fought villains together, and you’re really fun to talk to so, Ithoguhtthatmaybewe werefriendsIthinkthatshowit, OWWW!” He cried out as Kyouka cut his muttering storm off with a light jab to the shoulder. She wanted to tease him about his muttering again, but in all honesty, she was still milling over what the green haired boy had said.
He thought they were friends? He wanted to be her friend? Was she about to make her first friend in,,, you know what not the time to think about it that’s very depressing.
Pushing those thoughts aside Jirou strode up to the greenette and holding out her hand.
“Hey Moptop, can you unlock your phone for me for a sec?”
“Um, sure why?” The greenette asked, raising an eyebrow as the rocker girl began flipping through his phone.
“W-well I can’t exactly hang out with you if I don’t have a way of calling you now can I?” She said, her voice shaking slightly as she spoke, handing back his phone with a shiny new contact in it.
Kyoutoko looked like he was about to object to this but was silenced by a silent glare from his wife. They’d discuss it later.
“Well, I’m sure you two can sort out the details later, I’m sure both our heroes here need some rest.” Mika said, a small smirk.
Although she did want to chat for a little longer, it had been a long day, and the excitement of the last few hours along with her eventful day at school was finally catching up with her.
“Yeah, I suppose your right, I’ve still got school tomorrow, you just focus on healing up ok greenie?”
“Pffft, knowing my mom, she’s gonna make me take the whole week off just in case.” Midoriya smirked, getting the purplette to chuckle slightly.
“That bad huh? Well tell me all about it later, talk to you later Moptop.” Kyouka said following her parents to leave.
“See you later, Jack.”
Jirou froze as he said that, the greenhaired boy beginning to sweat nervously as she stood in the doorway, as if deep in thought. Then finally she turned back towards him with a dry smirk, rolling her eyes before shaking her head before moving on. Not the most original name in the word, but for some reason, she didn’t mind it at all.
Following her parents across the street, the quickly made it into the car, and quickly began to drive home. Kyouka could finally close her eyes and rest for a little bit, and let the stress of the day slowly leaver her body.
They had only been on the road for about ten seconds before her mother finally popped the question.
“Soooooo how did you two meet?”
Notes:
So what did yall, think? Any thoughts on how it all went? I'm not the best at dialogue, but i think I did ok?
Now onto how my story updates are going to work from now on.
I will alternate week by week between Cannonball hero, and Hero of remnant, though given my work scheduel (I work in Banquets at a hotel in a group of 4) it may not always be conscistent but I will try my hardest to get one chapter out a week, at least.Strangers in a Quirky new land, will probably update as I feel like it. While I presonally really like it as its got two of my favourite oc's, I know people will most likely be looking forward to my other two fics, so until then I'll try to update it every so often so it doesn't die.
Thats all for now, so if your reading this, bless your heart and have a lovely day, peace!
Chapter 7: How to friend?
Summary:
Once back at home both Izuku and Kyouka freak out. Why, they're oth insecure dorks with very little experience with talking to new people.
Notes:
Gday I'm Krona the necromancer, and today were going to raise a thought to be dead fic! 'THUNK'
Heya, its been a minute huh? I'll explain in the end notes about my leave of absence for anyone interested. But if you don't read it then please just know that I'm sorry, and I'll do my best moving forward, though uploads are going to be variyling inconscistant. Thankyou for your patience, and for reading this story.
Now on to the chapter!!!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Izuku sat alone in his room, all the lights off except for the dull illumination of his phone. Had there been any more light you would have been treated to the similar and yet vastly different bedroom.
Having both Inko and Art fully support him in his efforts to be a hero had been a huge boost to the young verdanette. As such he didn’t lean as heavily onto the hero merchandising as he might have if he were a bit less emotionally unstable.
He still had a mountain of hero merch don’t get him wrong, but it was more moderate level, which was impressive in itself. Especially given his near-rabid fanboyism over heroics. However, there was a good reason for that lack of merchandise despite his lesser dependence. That reason being decent instruments and recording equipment are damn expensive.
Around the room you could find two electric guitars, a keyboard, an acoustic guitar, and an electric drum kit (for the neighbor’s peace of mind, and Inkos). His desk was also adorned with sampling gear and a well-worn PC. Nothing fancy or anything, just enough to record some tunes.
It had become quite common after the discovery that his quirk activated based on sound-based stimulation, for the young Greenette to try and create his own music.
It made sense to him in any case, and it gave him a hobby outside of hero merch and quirk analysis, something his mother was overjoyed about. “Unfortunately, Art wasn’t really the musical type, or well, he was but his and Izukus music tastes were so far apart they might as well be on different continents.
While Izuku had instantly fallen in love with punk, rock and anything from the early twenty-first century, Art was more of a fan of Mozart, Beethoven, John Adams, or any sort of classical or modern classical music, or ‘Prehistoric’ as Izuku liked to call it. There was a reason it was only ever played at galas or fancy upper class events.
Most of his own music was just alternative rock at this point, but he was starting to branch out a little bit more. His most recent project ‘Singing to the sky’ was going wonderfully, if slowly given that he was trying to psyche himself up enough to sing. No easy task rest assured.
However, all of his equipment laid silent, all due to what had absorbed all of the young hero hopefuls attention for the last thirty minutes.
How on earth did he talk to a girl?
Now yes you may be wondering why is this such a big deal? He’d talk to her plenty of times before, not even two hours ago. Hell, he even seemed confident, even being so bold as to give her a nickname. Well ladies and gentlemen, let me present you with one inescapable fact. The boy attempting to text his new friend is Izuku Midoriya, and overthinking is the name of the game!
He squinted scrutinizingly at the dim screen, humming to himself as he stared at the glowing keyboard, wondering just what he should text. Should he just say ‘Hi’ or ‘Hello’? Should he ask how she is now that she’s back home? Is that too personal? Would he accidentally make a fool of himself, and mistype something? Was any of this even happening or did she maybe just give him the number from her local dominos. (You may scoff but the last one has happened to me before, I got the persons number later, but I was initially gutted)
Groaning into his hands Izuku gently laid the phone down on his chest, lamenting on his own anxiety. It shouldn’t be this hard to text someone. He had texted with Art so many times and it had been the easiest thing in the world. Except now it was with a girl… A pretty girl that he now had the number of. God damnit this wasn’t helping!
He had briefly considered asking Art or his mother for help, but his common sense had quickly vetoed the idea almost immediately. Art would laugh at him, and his mother was already high strung enough since she found out her son had a concussion whilst being swept up in a villain attack. So she did the only reasonable thing and A. forbade him from going anywhere near the front door of their apartment or his room. B. If she found out that he had a friend, especially a girl, he wouldn’t hear the end of it. And C, Art would also never let him hear the end of it, but for totally different reasons.
Bottom line, he was on his own here, and that meant that if it was taking him five times longer than strictly necessary, then so be it.
He glanced back to his phone, its dim glow almost seeming to taunt him as he continued to stare it down. Why was this so hard!
Finally, after a little more internal deliberation he decided to just bite the bullet. There was no way he could physically screw this up, he just had to type one word, just one measly word.
Taking a deep breath Izuku tapped his screen a few times, typing out his short and well thought out message.
You: Hey
Nailed it! Now what? She hadn’t replied, and he wasn’t nearly brave enough to send another text to ask.
Sighing Izuku rolled over onto his side, this is what he gets for over thinking it. She was probably asleep or having dinner with her parents, it was kinda late and Izuku definitely hadn’t been speedy in his attempts to contact his new… friend. That still felt so unreal to think about.
Even though Izuku had a powerful quirk, a cheerful disposition and a gentle personality. But making friends had been near impossible for the greenette. Not for lack of trying mind you.
He’d tried to make many friends over the years, with new and familiar students at his school, or just around the neighborhood. But one way or another they all fell through. Things would always be going great. And then he’d try to introduce them to Art, and they’d rear their ugly heads. Good riddance in Izukus opinion. It’d still hurt as he’d kinda liked hanging out with a few of them, but if Izuku’s was intolerant of one thing it was discrimination. Especially against the quirkless.
They couldn’t help the circumstances of their birth, what did it matter if they couldn’t sweat nitroglycerin or ride along sound waves whilst listening to music. They were people at the end of the day. It was just a shame that so many people thought that they should be pitied or stepped on, and not in the fun way.
Izuku felt his heart clench slightly as he turned back towards his phone, his new contact staring back at him. He really hoped that she was different. She had been so nice. And she’d trusted him back at the diner despite the danger they were both in. It’d break his heart if she turned out to be like the others.
‘No, no she won’t, sure you both got off on the wrong foot, but it’s clear that when she’s not mad, she’s really nice, as long as she decides not to jack me.’ He thought shuddering, he would definitely not like to be on the receiving end of one of those things.
Sighing Izuku left his phone lie on his chest. He needed to stop overthinking this. He was just trying to talk to his new friend, it’s nothing to freak out about. He thought, pinching the bridge of his nose as he laid back in his chair.
But, no sooner had he closed he laid back, that he felt a his phone vibrate. Quick as a flash he whipped the device up to his face to see what it was. It was a text from Jirou. It simply read as.
Jirou: Hey yourself
So what did our your hero hopeful do in this situation? Well he did the one thing he could do in this situation. Drop his phone and promptly freak out.
****
Kyouka stared down at her phone with a Mixture of confusion and nervousness. Not uncommon for a teenager really. She’d just noticed that Midoriya had texted her, and like any sensible person she had texted back… After five minutes of deliberation. You know like a normal person.
She’d been happy that Moptop had texted her back, especially after the interrogation she’d had to suffer after giving him her number. Her mother had been merciless, but thankfully stepped of the peddle if only to reel her old man in when he tried to join the interrogation. Not like there was much to tell anyway, she’d only met the guy a few hours ago at this point.
So, after she’d gotten home, had dinner, showered and blasted Deep Dopes latest album directly into her jacks, she was feeling pretty refreshed.
But now seeing her very well thought-out response being left of read was rightly making her more than a little nervous.
Did she wait to long? Was he asleep? Had he not meant to text her?
OH FOR THE LOVE OF GOD WHY WAS SHE SO NERVOUS!
It made no sense. She’s texted people before, granted they were her mom, dad, cousins or uncle. And she just realised that she hadn’t actually texte anyone outside of her family for the last seven years. Kyouka internally groaned, trying to ignore how utterly sad that fact was in general. Though she supposed that was only natural considering she didn’t have any friends. She thought humorlessly.
She could already hear the laughing and jeering in the back of her mind. Her classmates smirking and giggling at her in the locker room, Kiera sneering down her nose at her, the world laughing at her like she was some kind of joke.
‘Who’s she going to talk to, her friends?’ ‘Well, its clear you don’t have much stock in yourself.’ “Who would want you?’ ‘Just a girl with Weird ears!’
‘No, that’s not true, I do have a friend, Midoriya said he wanted to be my friend.’ She chided herself, brining herself back to the present. ‘H-he even gave me that nickname,,, Jack.’ She smiled, liking how the name sounded.
‘Jack… yeah I think it has a nice ring to it.’
She was brought out of her thoughts as her phone buzed, glancing back to the ever-important device she saw that Moptop had finally texted her back. About damn time.
Moptop: H-how are you holding up?
You: Not too bad, still a little sore, but nothing too bad.
You: Also did you just stutter in text form?
Moptop: Um Kinda?
Kyouka couldn’t help but giggle a bit at that. He was such an oddball, it was hard to believe he and the guy who’d defeated those robbers were the same person. But if she were honest, she kinda liked his goofy personality a bit more.
You: Pfffft, you’re such a dork
Moptop: Hehe, yeah, sorry about that, it just kinda happens.
You: Nothing to be sorry about dude, we’ve all got our quirks right?
Moptop: Heh, yeah, I suppose we do
You: So, how are you doing? Manage to survive your mom?
Moptop: I’m banned from leaving my room, or going anywhere near the front door.
Moptop: She also nearly drowned us on the way back home?
You: Drowned, does she have some kind of water quirk?
Moptop: N-No, we Midoriyas have a second hereditary quirk, overactive tear ducts.
Moptop: The only downsides are severe dehydration, and fainting
Kyouka had to read the last message a few times before she managed to realise that no, it wasn’t a spelling mistake.
You: It can’t be that bad can it?
Moptop: Our floor has almost collapsed three times due to water damage.
You: I’m not gonna lie that’s actually kinda impressive. Still rough about not being able to leave your room.
Moptop: I-its probably for the b-best, concus-ssion after all.
You: True, speaking of, how long until you’re cleared?
Moptop: The doctor gave me a week, but my mom isn’t going to settle for anything less than two.
You: Awww, you’re mom sounds so sweet.
Moptop: Yeah she is, a bit too much of an Apache sometimes, but she’s the best mom I could ever ask for.
You: Apache?
Moptop: Pray you’ll never find out.
You: Alright keep your secrets.
You: So what are you gonna do with your new found free time?
Moptop: Probably school work, skim the hero net, or maybe I can try to finally finish off the song I’ve been writing.
You: WAIT HOLD UP YOU CAN PLAY!
Moptop: U-um y-yeah, I like to make songs in my spare time, it’s mostly alternative rock, but I’m trying to incorporate some vocals, eventually.
You: Dude, why didn’t you say anything earlier back at the diner! We totally need to have a jam session some time!!!!
The young rockers face was practically splitting apart with how wide her smile was. She’d always wanted to have someone to jam with. Well, someone who wasn’t her dad. Don’t get her wrong, she loved their jam sessions and wouldn’t trade them for the world. They were some of her most cherished memories when she was growing up. Not that she’d admit that to her old man. But she’d always wanted to do that with a friend as well.
You: Wait hold on, how many instruments can you have, how many can you play, how many songs have you written?
You: How many songs can you play? Have you heard of Deep Dope? The Sex Pistols? Greenday?
You: Wait maybe those last two are a bit too old.
Kyouka finally noticed that she had accidentally bombarded her new friend with about seven different questions and had not been given enough to respond to any of them. Blushing at her sudden outburst she was quick to write her hasty apology. She didn’t want to scare him off with her sudden outburst.
Me: Sorry, I get really into music, especially Punk Rock, I know it’s kinda weird.
Moptop: Wow… Is this what its like listening to me talk about heroes?
You: Hey, that’s totally not the same!
Yoy: Ok maybe it is but still!
Moptop: Hey no judgment from me, you did listen to my whole rant about your quirk after all, I still have so many questions by the way.
Moptop: But to answer your questions I own and play four instruments, Electric and acoustic guitar, drums, and the keyboard/piano.
Moptop: Also I LOVE Deep Dope, I’ve been listening to their latest album almost nonstop for the past week. Also Its nice to see another enthusiast for pre-quirk punk bands.
Back in her room Kyouka let out an excited whoop. This was amazing, she almost couldn’t believe her luck. Her new friend had the same favourite band as her, and he had good taste in music. She couldn’t believe her good luck. She honestly expected him to be more of a techno guy with the way he presented himself.
She was about to reply back when her mother knocked on her door, breaking her out of her excited musings.
“Kyouka, dinners ready, come on down.” The elder earphone jack user called.
Glancing up at her door Kyouka sighed a little bit. Damn, and the conversation had just been getting good. But now that she thought about it she was really hungry, and her afternoon snack had been interrupted by the robbery.
“Coming mom, just a second.” She called, already texting Moptop that she had to go to dinner.
“Alright but don’t be too long.” Mika called back, stopping before turning back to her daughter’s room.
“Oh, and we are definitely discussing that excited squeal I heard on my way up.” Kyouka could practically hear the shit eating grin on her face.
“MOM!” Kyouka snapped at her, only hearing a lingering cackle in response.
That woman, one of these days I’ll find a way to get her back. Kyouka thoughts, quickly tapping away at her phone.
Me: Sorry to cut this short, I really wanna talk more but, its time for dinner, and I still have school tomorrow, talk once I get back tomorrow?
Moptop: Sure I was probably only gonna last a few more minutes anyway, having a concussion makes you sleepy. Wait is that a bad thing?
Me: Not sure, but you definitely do need to rest up, I’ll talk to you tomorrow, sweet dreams Greenie.
Moptop: I really enjoyed it to, maybe without the villain attacks next time. Have a good night Jack 😊
With one last smile Kyouka put down her phone and made her way downstairs, the smell of freshly made dumplings filling her nose. A new spring in her step that hadn’t been there previously making itself at home as she bounced into the kitchen. A fact that didn’t go unnoticed by either of her parents.
“And what’s gotten you so upbeat missy?” Kyoutoko asked with a raised brow.
“I’m just in a good mood old man, plus I’m starved.” Kyouka retorted, grabbing a plate from the kitchen countertop, and loading up her plate with an assortment of food, making sure to add a healthy portion of fried veggies.
“Oh, and this wouldn’t have anything to do with a certain green haired boy, would it?” She smirked, never one to pass up teasing her daughter, or husband. They just had the best reactions.
And react she did, almost choking on a mouthful of pork bun.
“T-that’s none of your business, and don’t make it sound weird, we just met, and were just friends!”
“Of course dear,” Mika smirked, drawing a groan from her daughter and husband though for different reasons.
“I’m just pleased to see you so happy, are you two making plans to hang out?”
It was now Kyoutokos turn to choke, his eyes nearly bulging out of his skull. “H-hang out, that boy with my baby girl!”
Both fairer Jirous simply rolled their eyes.
“That is what friends do dear, they spend time together and have fun.”
“I-I know that i-its just…. Ugh, there’s no winning with you two.” The Jirou ‘Patriarch’ lamented.
“You’re only just now realizing this?” Kyouka giggled, watching as her father sulkily bit into his own pork bun.
More giggles set off and before long they were all laughing at the husband’s misfortune. Even the man himself couldn’t hold it in. Kyouka loved dinner with her family, it was always a lively event, and she was always with people she loved.
But tonight was different, a fact that was noted by her dearly devoted parents. Her smile was much warmer than it normally was, and despite the stress of today, she had an energy that neither parent had seen in a long time.
But more importantly it was her smile. They hadn’t seen her smile like that for a long time. Almost four years in fact.
They shared a look but said nothing, smiling and content to enjoy their meal with their wonderful daughter. And they wouldn’t have it any other way
Notes:
Heya guys and gals!
So I'd like to start off by saying sorry. Its been almost two months and I avn't so much as written or posted anything. I know a lot of you aren't fully invested in this fic like you are others, but two months without any more chapters isn't sitting right with me personally.
So heres my little segment explaining my absence. There are two major reasons. The first being my job it taking up much more of my time and mental fortitude than I originally thought. My job is much more demanding and its only going to get harder moving forward. As such I've been struggling to find the energy to think about stories and writing becasue I'm just dead tired.
Seriosuly why did yall not tell me being a chef was exhausting? XP
My second reason is that my mental health has been in decline. I'm not going to bore you all with my laundry list of mental issues, since yall arent my therapist (I just realised i should probably get one of those). But I'm trying to take care of myself, writing helps, but i can only write (to a level I find satisfactory anyway) when I'm not mentaly exhausted, as you can see its a bit of a viscious loop at the moment.
So with that being said my upload sheduel is going to essentially move from once a week, to whenever i can find the energy and mental clarity. I promise that It won't take me two months to upload again, I will endeavour to never let that happen again.
Now that's out of the way. Please do let me know what you think? If you have any ideas, thoughts, criticism or theories I'd love to hear them. Thankyou for reading my story and have a Wonderful day.
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