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Their Hero Academia
So I haven't talked about it here in a while, but Their Hero Academia is my next-gen My Hero Academia fan fiction, that I've been writing for close to five years now, with help and co-writing from @cryoverkiltmilk and another online friend.
Recently, I got turned on to Hero Forge as a way to get a good visual on what the characters look like and let me tell you... the results are fantastic.
So without further ado...
Toshinori “Toshi” Midoriya
Parents: Izuku Midoriya and Ochaco Uraraka
Hero Name: Cosmos
Quirk – Personal Gravity: Able to increase his personal gravity for added durability and punching power or decrease it for super-powered leaps and floating.
Muscular with bushy green hair and round cheeks, Toshi has a big legacy to live up to, but doesn’t let that stand in his way. Toshi makes friends easily and isn’t afraid to stand up for what’s right. Bright and cheerful, he’s torn between being the responsible Team Dad and letting his friends find their own way. As the son of the Number One Hero, he’s a bit myopic when it comes to others' relationships to Heroes and the Hero system, but is trying to be better.
Katsumi Kirishima-Bakugo
Parents: Katsuki Bakugo (biological father) and Eijiro Kirishima
Hero Name: Bombshell
Quirk – Explodi-Touch: Imbues objects with explosive power
Muscular, short, with spikey blonde hair, Katsumi is a simmering cauldron of rage just waiting to explode. A firm believer in being (Wo)manly, Katsumi’s always looking for a challenge. She’ll throw a punch as soon as look at you. But she’ll always come through for her friends… especially Izumi. Never gives less than a 100 percent. She’s full of self-confidence, but has a habit of coming up against problems she can’t punch her way out of… not that that will stop her from trying.
Izumi Todoroki (Katsumi and Shinji Yoarashi are the only ones who call her Izzy)
Parents: Shoto Todoroki and Momo Yaoyorozu
Hero Name: Thermo-Dynamic
Quirk – Freezer Burn: Absorbs heat to create ice and can release the heat as flames
Pale and willowy, with long white hair that ombres to red, Izumi is the definition of silk hiding steel. Calm, reserved, and more than a little sheltered, this former ill girl struggles to prove she is strong enough to stand beside her friends. She considers Katsumi to be her dearest friend in all the world, and she is possibly the only person Katsumi will consistently listen to. Do not make her angry or treat her like she’s fragile, you won’t like what you find. Asexual, she finds her classmates romantic adventures confusing.
Isamu Haimawari
Parents: Koichi Haimawari/the Crawler and Kazuho Haneyama/Pop*Step from Vigilantes
Hero Name: Slyde
Quirk – Slide and Glide: Generates repulsion field that can be used for travel and offense
Tall and gangly, with spiky black hair that’s pink at the temples, Isamu is a nervous but well-meaning young man who’s more than a bit starstruck and overwhelmed being in a class with the children of some of the world’s greatest Heroes, but is determined to be the Hero his parents were denied the chance to be. More than a few people have their eye on him – he’s got the potential to be an incredible Hero in his own right! Though awed by his heroic friends and their parents, he also knows how people can fall between the cracks and wants to be a hero for them too.
Mika Mineta
Parents: Minoru Mineta and Pony Tsunotori
Hero Name: Purple Rein
Quirk – Pop Horn: Fires rapidly expanding sticky purple balls from her horns.
Busty, tall, with long purple hair, horns, and hooves, Mika will flirt with virtually anything that moves and is nearly as sex-obsessed as her father was. However, she does have her boundaries and is fiercely loyal to and supportive of her friends, being more than willing to adjust the hoof-to-ass ratio on their behalf. Mika has a unique knack for being able to get under anyone’s skin, she is the master of weaponize provocation. Though she’s actually quite intelligent, she finds life easier the lower she keeps everyone’s expectations.
Chihiro Kaminari
Parents: Denki Kaminari and Kyoka Jiro
Hero Name: Shock Jock
Quirk – Extension Cords: Channels and absorbs electricity from extendable “cords” from her earlobes.
Slim and blonde with a black electrical stripe, Chihiro struggles with self-confidence, as she struggles academically and with her Quirk sometimes blowing her brains out, on top of negatively comparing herself physically to her best friend Mika. A bit high strung and a good bit sarcastic, Chihiro is trying to figure out how to make being a Hero work for her. Musically talented, she’s recently been made to face the music, regarding the idea that she’s romantically desirable.
Takuma Sero
Parents: Hanta Sero and Mina Ashido
Hero Name: Stick ‘Em Up
Quirk – Acid Tape: Fires tape of varying acidity levels from the backs of his hands.
Pink-skinned with dark hair and eyes, Takuma is fame-obsessed. He already runs his own ViewTube channel with his two best friends, Kenta Sato and Kimiko Ojiro. Out and proud, Takuma is happy to take on the role of gay fashion disaster. Maybe he could use some self-discipline, but that’s tomorrow’s problem.
Kenta Sato
Parents: Rikido Sato and Chizu Ito (OC, deceased)
Hero Name: Chomp
Quirk – Appetite: Able to bite through and eat anything, processing any nutritional value at high speed
Wiry and dark-haired with thick lips, Kenta is 90% of Takuma and Kimiko’s impulse control. The most level-headed of the three by a considerable margin, he’s still supportive of his friends and isn’t completely immune to the allure of fame himself, as he’s also a content generator. Kenta thinks his Quirk is unimpressive compared to his friends’ Quirks and the shadow of his mother’s death hangs over him, but he’s willing to give it his all.
Kimiko Ojiro
Parents: Mashirao Ojiro and Toru Hagakure
Hero Name: X-Ray
Quirk – Transparency: Bends light so that she is constantly invisible, and able to extend that invisibility to anything she touches.
Slightly short and very athletic, this invisible girl is one stand-out lady! Obsessed with gossip, Kimiko ships people like nobody’s business. She’s also a strong martial artist with a hair-trigger temper. Set her off and you’ll be pounded by her fists of fury while she screams at you. Kimiko has also started training to be a paramedic under Eri, learning to use her Quirk in ways that help people beyond stealth.
Asuka Tokoyami
Parents: Fumikage Tokoyami and Tsuyu Asui
Hero Name: Amaterasu
Quirk – Frog-Shadow: Symbiotically linked to a powerful frog-shaped creature made of light
Possessed of a green bird-head, Asuka is the “mom friend” of Class 1-A, frequently reining in the nonsense of the others. Calm and level headed most of the time, she also frequently finds herself arguing with her other-half. Frog-Shadow is a good bit like a toddler, self-centered and impulsive. Despite being frequently exasperated by Frog-Shadow, Asuka loves her like a sister and they make a formidable team.
Shota Shinso
Parents; Hitoshi Shinso and Camie Utsushimi
Hero Name: Loud Kid
Quirk – Vocal Harmonics: Able to create a variety of effects through sonic screams, including sonic blasts, force fields, and sonar
The shortest of 1-A at under five feet tall with purple hair, Shota is also the youngest by several months, but you’d be forgiven for thinking it’s by years. Highly excitable and prone to talking non-stop at increasingly rapid speeds, he’s a major Hero fanboy. Perpetually cheerful, Shota makes friends easily. Lately, he’s had to grow-up a bit after trauma in the field and is trying to shake his image as the baby of the class.
Daisuke Shoji
Parents: Mezo Shoji and Haruko Nakamura (OC)
Hero Name: Octo-Punch
Quirk – Extendo-Arms: Has four additional arms growing from his back that can extend up to great lengths
The tallest boy in the class and built like a brick wall, with silver hair and handsome features, Daisuke is a minimalist like his father. He’s quiet and tends to keep his head down, avoiding everyone else’s drama and nonsense. Daisuke frequently exists in a state of low-level frustration at everyone else’s antics, but is a dependable friend in a crisis.
Akaya Koda
Parents: Koji Koda and Ibara Shiozaki
Hero Name: Nurture
Quirk – Photosynthekinesis: Able to control plants and speed up their growth
A tall, broad, rocky-skinned girl with moss-like hair, Akaya is a quiet and unassuming religious girl with a kind word for everyone. Somehow, she’s found herself friends with some of the stronger and more volatile personalities like Mika Mineta and Takiyo Aoyama. Her own self-confidence has taken a bit of a blow lately, due to anti-Mutant discrimination, and she is struggling to find her proper place among her friends and as a Hero. Following an emotional roller coaster, she’s finding her way back.
Sora Iida
Parents: Tenya Iida and Mei Hatsume
Hero Name: Jet Red
Quirk – Jetpack: High speed flight provided by exhaust-pipe structures coming from her back
Tall, busty, with shorter blue-black hair, Sora is full of manic energy and ideas. Constantly drawing blueprints or working on something, she, along with her twin brother Tensei, are dual-enrolled in Heroics and Support courses, and even designed the support gear in their costumes. Sora has a bit more of a wild streak than her brother and loves to lord her being older by a few minutes over him. Currently dating Toshi, she’s trying to figure out how to girlfriend.
Tensei Iida
Parents: Tenya Iida and Mei Hatsume
Hero Name: Jet Blue
Quirk – Jetpack: High speed flight provided by exhaust-pipe structures coming from her back
Muscular, with pink tubular hair tied back in a ponytail and the same Jetpack engines as his sister, Tensei has bursts of manic energy of his own, but is overall the calmer and slightly more rule-abiding twin… though he’s more than willing to exploit any logical loophole he may come across. Dual enrolled like his sister, he’s more than happy to spend his time tinkering when not spending time with his boyfriend Takuma, though he frequently finds himself confused by the fame-seeking pink skinned boy.
Takiyo Aoyama
Parents: Yuga Aoyama and Haru Shima (OC)
Quirk – Sparkle: Constantly absorbing light, able to release it as illumination or lasers
A pretty blond boy usually constantly glowing blue-white because of his Quirk, Takiyo’s Quirk took the life of his mother and badly injured his father when it first activated, leading to him being adopted by Yuga and his doctor husband Haru. Culturally, though not actually, French, Takiyo is haughty, attention-seeking, short tempered, and more than a little bit arrogant, but harbors deep guilt over what he did as a child. A bit distant from most of the others, he’s slowly trying to become a better friend.
Koharu Kocho
Parents: OCs
Quirk – Moth: Flight via wings, able to release Paralysis, Poison, and Sleep Powders from her ‘scales’, able to spit a sticky ‘String Shot’ from her mouth, and additional senses from her antennae.
Winged, with antennae, dark eyes, and turquoise and purple hair, Koharu is the newest addition to Class 1-A. Though she was knocked unconscious by accident and failed the entrance exam, she had General Education as a back-up plan. She made a spectacular showing at the Sports Festival, coming in tied for third. She’s less starstruck than Haimawari, but does still find herself wondering if she’s going to come up short compared to all these second-generation Hero Course students. Kind and thoughtful, Koharu is working hard to make sure she doesn’t forget her friends in her former class. With the abilities granted to her by her Quirk, she’s trying to prioritize non-violent takedowns, but is slowly learning sometimes you just have to hit someone.
#my hero academia#their hero academia#toshi midoriya#katsumi kirishima-bakugo#izumi todoroki#tensei iida (tha)#mika (tha)#takuma sero#kenta sato#kimiko ojiro#takiyo aoyama#akaya koda#daisuke shoji#asuka tokoyami#koharu kocho#isamu haimawari#sora iida#shota shinso#chihiro kaminari#hero forge#my ocs
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Canon S/I Selfship Ask Game!
Original Post Here!
Using Kasumi for this :)
✍️: Overall, how does the fandom trait you? Are you a beloved character, or hated? Are you popular, or a minor side character? Anything in between?
I’d say Kasumi is a beloved secondary character. Not quite as small of a role as a side character, but not important enough for a main character either. I like the think she’d be a fan favorite.
📝: How would your story in canon go? How would you influence the events of the original story?
Kasumi would have transferred to U.A. under recommendation. Her appearance wouldn’t change much of the main storyline, but it would change small things like how Bakugo acts later in the series. She would probably have her own side arc.
🤪: What is your trait that fanon would exaggerate?
The fanon would exaggerate her quirk, Angel, and probably draw her as some immortal being with six wings, floating eyes, and a halo.
🥰: How would someone who loved you portray you?
They would portray her as a sympathetic, kind person.
😡: How would someone who hated you portray you?
They would probably portray her as an emotional crybaby who obsesses over Bakugo.
👯: What canon character are you most similar to?
Probably a mix between Mina and Uraraka.
🌦️: Would you be accompanied by mostly fluff or angst fanfics? Both? Explain why.
There would probably be a lot of angst with Bakugo and Kasumi, mostly because of Kasumi’s backstory and Bakugo’s aggressiveness.
🏷️: What is you and your f/o’s ship name?
Katsumi :)
❤️: How popular is you x your f/o? Are you a rarepair?
Pretty popular. Most people either love it or hate it. Katsumi is almost canon, but never officially talked about. There’s plenty of scenes that hint to it, though.
💞: Aside from with your f/o, who else would you commonly be shipped with? Why?
Probably Kirishima. The two of them get along pretty well and have those similar bright personalities.
☕️: What are the most common plots of shipping fics between you and your f/o?
One rescuing the other from a kidnapping, one comforting the other from a nightmare, cuddling after Bakugos had a long day
🛌: What tropes show up in fics involving your ship?
Apocalypse, enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, villain x hero, married AU, breakup
🪐: What would be your most popular AU and why?
The most popular AU would probably be the World End AU, just because the designs are cool and Bakugo and Kasumi only have each other to rely on.
💘: Why would people love your ship? Why would people dislike your ship? How might it start debates?
People like the ship because Kasumi and Bakugo balance each other out. Bakugo teaches Kasumi how to stand up for herself more and get stronger, while Kasumi teaches Bakugo to have an open mind and try to be vulnerable with others. Some people dislike the ship because they feel Bakugo is too toxic for Kasumi, or that it’s doomed to fail due to the amount of stress on both of them. Some people may headcanon Bakugo as Aroace, while other avid Katsumi shippers would argue.
🙈: Why would your ship be thought of as cute/fluffy? Why would your ship be considered problematic?
The ship would be considered cute and fluffy because it shows a side of Bakugo the fandom wouldn’t see otherwise. He’s this really tough, hotheaded character, but when it comes to Kasumi, he becomes gentler.
🎞️: What ‘canon’ scenes would the fandom point to as evidence for the validity of your ship?
Kasumi and Katsuki were walking silently together after All Might lost his powers. Katsuki hadn’t been the same since that night. “It’s not your fault.” Kasumi said, seemingly out of nowhere. Katsukis eyes widened a little and he stopped in his tracks. He balled up his fingers into fists, knowing exactly what she was referring to. She turned to face him, putting her hands on his shoulders. “I can’t stand seeing you give up. The Katsuki I knew didn’t give up, no matter what.” Kasumi said softly. It was already dark outside. Katsuki didn’t say anything, he just looked down. “I know you’re angry at the world and yourself right now.. but…” She moved her arms slowly to hug him. “I think you’re pretty cool.” Katsuki stood there in shock for a second, before one of his shaky hands found its place on her back, just barely noticeable. After a few seconds, he pushed her away. He wiped his eyes. “Of course I’m cool… I’m gonna be #1..” His said, trying to go back to his snarky tone of voice, though a quiver could still be heard. He had that cocky smile on his face, though forced. Kasumi smiled.
💌: How would your dynamic be portrayed? What might people focus on most? Any misconceptions?
A misconception would be that Katsuki is abusive because of the way he acts towards other people, however, he’s never shown to be this way towards Kasumi. He’ll get a little snappy, but he’d never lay a hand on her. The dynamic would probably be portrayed as Ray of sunshine x angry gremlin. People would focus must on how they grow throughout the story together.
👀: How does your ship with your f/o influence both of your characterisations and the world? Would there be any interesting metas written about your dynamic?
Bakugos character would definitely be a little different. The way he treats situations would differ, how he treats people he’s fighting and people he’s saving.
#self ship#fictional other#self shipping#selfship community#self ship positivity#self shipping community#self shipper#self insert#bakugou katsuki#mha bakugou#Katsumi <3#kasumi writes 📝#kasumi answers ☕️#fanfic#fanfiction#self insert oc#self indulgent#selfshipper#self ship imagine#self insert community#selfshipping#my post
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Bakugo : tell me princess, who is your fav ?
Izuku : kacchan ! Don’t ask this question !
Bakugo : Come on, we all know she’s gonna answer you or me nerd, after all we’re her parents
Katsumi : uncle sho !
Izuku : …
Bakugo :…. Are you okay deku ?
Izuku *sobbing* : no I’m not
———
Hours later
Shoto : Why Bakugo is giving me death glare ?
Kirishima : Apparently you made his husband cry
Shoto : i did ?
Kirishima : don’t know he refused to tell me more and told to say “fuck you IcyHot”
Shoto : and I thought we were friends
#mha#bakudeku#bkdk#izuku#izuku midoriya#bakugo#bakugo katsuki#bakugo x midoriya#my hero acedamia#katsudeku#comfort ship#dekubaku#incorect quote#incorrect bkdk#mha quotes#crack fic#parenting#married couple struggles#idk what to tag this as#mha kirishima#mha shoto
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ROOKIE DAD MISTAKES — mistakes they make as a first-time dad.
𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐅. nobody said parenting was easy and nobody ever warned them of these slips ups.
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. bakugo katsuki x reader, kirishima eijiro x reader, shinso hitoshi x reader, todoroki shoto x reader, midoriya izuku x reader (SEPARATELY)
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. no gender is specified (maybe a little in shinsou's and kirishima's), a lil angst in Kirishima's section, crack, fluff
𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈,
STANDING IN FRONT OF THE "SPLASH ZONE:"
bakugo learns very rapidly that standing in the "splash zone" also speaks to baby girls and not just baby boys in a very unpleasant way.
he begins his traditional manner to set up for changing a diaper but with more acceleration than usual since he was already a tiny bit late for a meeting. While you offered to do it to let him free, he denied it. Messily, he loosened the diaper's seal around his little Katsumi's waist while rummaging for some fresher ones and wipes.
and just as he was doing relatively well, his baby looked at him with the most innocent look and peed on his white button-up and tie. It's safe to say he never got to that meeting.
𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈,
SPIT UP'S:
do you know how wives say that they wish their husbands could listen to them more? that's you. You've told repeatedly shinso not to bounce the baby promptly after she was finished feeding after your own experience, and of course, he never listened, so as a result of that, you decided you'd rather allow him to learn from his mistakes.
so right after nurturing his seven-month-old, shinso wipes her mouth first with her bib then released her from the confinements of her highchair. He sat her up in his arms and began to bounce her unconsciously while cleaning the art painted on her tray. When he finishes, he just glances at her broad e/c eyes —the matching hue as yours— and she stares up at him before puking on his shoulder.
𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎,
EXPECTANCY OF BECOMING A SUPER-DAD:
from the moment you told kirishima that you were pregnant, he committed himself to becoming the perfect dad but did not discern that that concept was mythical, especially when he specializes as a pro-hero where his time is reduced. Slowly, he begins to descend for not arriving in time when you went into labor because someone was stuck underneath a truck or not witnessing his son's first breath since gunshots ranged out by a convenient club.
so, when he finally arrives —about an hour later— he apologizes, to both of you and you tell him that there are just some things he can't control and that's not his fault. Still not convinced by your words, you allow him to hold kenchi and told him to look at him if he was disappointed. There was not an ounce of disappointment in his eyes but rather replaced with drowsiness from being placed in his father’s arms as his eyes narrowed then finally dropped close.
he sobbed.
𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔,
LETTING YOUR BABY WATCH VIDEOS UNSUPERVISED:
midoriya realizes that it takes merely three minutes for his toddler to take 176 impoverished pictures of himself, delete important files, and text "hsbdyomenhs44%" to bakugo.
he decided why not a little screen time while he cooks dinner before you arrive home, so he puts on an All Might compilations in hopes his child would grow up to adore All Might as he'd. Positioning his toddler in his playpen, he places ingredients in the crockpot that takes about two hours to cook before he goes to check up on Daiki. Later approaching the playpen, he realizes that setting a two-year-old alone with his phone wasn't be the best idea after witnessing his son watching a music video consisting of guns and women's nodding asses.
(unrelated note, I was inspired by this funny tik tok 😭)
𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎,
POKING A SLEEPING BABY:
todoroki frets over everything. Rather if his son is sneezing or giggling, he has the suspicion that everything is trying to strike his baby.
He spends his time hanging around the crib his entire maternity leave making sure his son is still living. Once, and only once, he felt like his son wasn't breathing, so in conclusion, he began to panic and poke around to check for movement. You both didn't get any sleep that night.
#bakugo x reader#bakugou x reader#shinso x reader#shinsou x reader#kirishima x reader#midoriya x reader#bakugo fluff#bakugo hcs#bakugo headcanons#bakugou fluff#bakugou hcs#kirishima hcs#bakugou imagine#shinso fluff#shinsou fluff#kirishima fluff#midoriya fluff#todoroki x reader#todoroki fluff#midoriya imagine#todoroki shoto x reader#todoroki imagine#─𝖐𝖎𝖉𝖘 𝖙𝖜.✦#─𝕳𝖎𝖒𝖇𝖔𝖘.✦
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[The Kirishima-Bakugo household]
Baku: ROUND FACE!
Raka: DICKHEAD!
Baku: oh my god, it's been too long!
Raka: I know I feel like I haven't seen you in ages.
Kiri: hey Urarkaka
Raka: oh hey Kirishima, I see you and Bakugo are still friends.
Mina: Kiri!
Kiri: oh hey Ashido! And um we're married now..
Raka: what?
Baku: yep.
Mina: and you didn't invite us?
Kiri: well Katsuki wanted to elope with just me and him. His mom was not happy about it though..
Baku: we're actually planning on having a small ceremony to renew our vows, if you wanna come.
Raka: sure, when?
Kiri: we'll text you the details
Mina: oh cool, so how's married life? Fun isn't it?!
Baku: right I keep forgetting you are married..
Raka: you were at our wedding?
Baku: yeah well I've got a lot on my mind..
Kiri: so you guys got any kids?
Mina: no, not yet.
Raka: you?
Baku: six.
Mina: six?
Raka: can we meet them?
Baku: sure! Eijiro round em up.
Kiri: KIDS! FRONT AND CENTRE! LET'S MOVE! MOVE! MOVE!
Raka: oh wow
Mina: they obey so well
Kiri: kids, these are your Aunts, Ochako and Mina..
Mina: heya
Raka: hi
Kiri: kids state your name and age.
Baku: oldest to youngest, go.
Natsuki: Natsuki, 19!
Katsumi: Katsumi, 17!
Emi: Emi, 8!
Kazan: Kazan, 6!
Akira: Akira, the first twin, 1!
Akane: Akane, the second twin, 1!
Raka: wow.
Mina: I'll say..
Kiri: they're very well trained.
Baku: they're not dogs, Ei. Go on brats go back to what you were doing
Kiri: can we have a dog?
Baku: no.
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Cri.
Cri.
by Katsu1228
Katsuki can't take it. He and his kids are growing up so fast, and that causes him to start sobbing his eyes out at his daughters wedding.
Lmao Katsuki's daughter decides to marry Izukus' son.
Words: 356, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローア���デミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M
Characters: Bakugou Mitsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki, Katsumi Bakugo, Izuku Midoriya, Uraraka Ochako
Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Ochako Uraraka/Izuku Midoriya
Additional Tags: Crying Bakugou Katsuki, Crying Izuku Midoriya, Wholesome, idk how to tag
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30976697
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Time for an OC Sleepover! Here's my OC Basics ! Feel free to ask any questions, talk about your own ocs, or even throw our ocs together !
Quick note that these aren't all my ocs, just my favorite ones/oldest ones ! And because I cant really draw, I used anime characters from other shows as a face claim! (Two aren't from shows but anyways i am being long winded!)
1) Kanna Hirano
Quirk: Energy Pulse
Emitter type, mid ranged
While using, the user can dispell balls of energy, which can force items/people away. Kanna's are a neon blue and can be used as a light source.
If charged up enough, she can expell a large amount of her energy in a large circle around her (up to five feet at most, very draining move)
Class: 1A
Friends: Kirishima, Denki, Bakugo, Ojiro, Mina, Ochaco and Momo
Personality: Kanna is fairly blunt, can be harsh, and st times maybe even mean. Most of the she doesn't mean to be this way, she just getd ahead of herself and says things without thinking. She is very loyal, and always puts others before herself.
Hero Name: ??? Never found a good one
2) Sora Matsuda
Quirk: Body Spikes
Short range, few exceptions
While in use, the user can cover their body in black spikes. They can be up to a foot or two long. The spikes can be used as projectile weapons, or even used to bludgeon.
She carries around a metal staff for back up use. It can split in half for dual handling.
Class: 1A
Friends: Sato, Sero, Hagakure, Tokoyami, Jiro and Todoroki
Personality: Overall, Sora is pretty quiet, though honest when asked. And while some may see her quietness as a weakness or being shy, she shouldn't be underestimated. She knows when to pick and choose her battles, and isn't shy in the slightest. She tends to look out mostly for herself, as it is what she is used to.
Hero name: Demon-Born
3) Maiko Fujino
Quirk: Third Eye
Mutation/Sense
The user can open their third eye and see where their enemies/opponents are in a 35 foot range. The user can also see the surrounding areas, as if they were looking through the walls
Class: General Studies
Friends: Kendo, Momo, Shinsou, Denki, and Monoma
Personality: Maiko is an outgoing girl, she loves to make friends and go on adventures. She is open to doing almost anything when hanging out, and is someone who her friends can count on when they need her.
Hero Name: Sixth Sense
(Ill have to find her picture later)
4)Tsuki Asai
Quirk: Light Reflection
Emitter, mid ranged
The user is able to deflect light with their hands and arms, they may also be able to create illusions to deceive or trick their opponents. While in use, the user's arms and hands seemingly glow. The quirk can be used to distract, temporarily blind, and eventually may be used to cause burns when through a clear pane
Class: 1B
Friends: Tetsutetsu, Kodai, Honenuki, and Ibara
Personality: Tsuki is more on the shy end of the scale, she's quiet, thoughtful and calculative. Tsuki is intelligent, and around those close to her, even witty and charming. However, one must earn her trust and show that they are someone she can trust and confide in.
Hero Name: Arcana
5) More of a self insert but Katsumi Tanako
Quirk: Water Vortex
Long range, emitter
When in use, the user can draw water from a source, and have it swirl in a fast moving vortex. When the water has a focus point, it is easier to control
Class: Unsure/varies
Friends: Bakugo, Sero, Uraraka, Deku, Iida, Ojiro and Jirou
Personality: They are pretty easy going of a person. Katsumi loves to be go with the flow, and while they can be a little loud and excitable, they know how to be less energy draining. They also tend to be temperamental, and emotional, but they try not to show that to their friends.
Hero Name: Vortex
(Also will have to find the picture later !)
#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#bnha#mha#oc#bnha oc#mha oc#my hero academia oc#boku no hero academia oc#boku no hero oc
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Uhhhh, BNHA and Steven Universe AU
I had this idea mo n t h s ago and its just been sitting in my notes so fuck it right?
I pulled this out of my ass after watching the SU movie, its very inchoherent and jumps around loads, sorry in advance. I did t r y to keep it relatively organized but i dont think I succeeded.
Ask box is open if u have Questions
(ask me things. please, im so lonely)
Deku is 'Steven' and the inheritor of Citrine
Probably about 18/19 in the AU for the reason that i refuse to write a child fighting a W A R
By the time the movie events happen hes in his 20s
All Might is Citrine and Yellow Diamond
Black Pearl! Aizawa
Tanzanite! Iida
Rose Quartz! Uraraka
Cinnabar! Kirikami (Carnelian!Kirishima and Amber!Kaminari permafusion)
Connie! Bakugo
Im also capitalizing on Ace!bakugo for this as a point of contention between him and his family
they canstantly ask if he has a girlfriend and he is Real Sick™️ of their shit
Hes alloromantic tho sowy
Two years older then Deku bc it feeds into the inferiority complex for that tasty a n g s t
Baku is more repressed than connie, and more resentful of it
He Desperately wants to be accepted as a crystal gem and gets mad when reminded of his humanity
He’s mad that deku is physically stronger than him, so they spar a lot
But the core of it is that he thinks of the gems as family, and would absolutely sacrifice everything for all of them
Endeavor is red diamond
Rei is a blue pearl that was damaged by RD, he bubbles her and she’s replaced by Blue Pearl!Tensei
Strawberry Quartz!todorokis (red diamonds perfect soldiers)
Shouto is the best one (jasper but good)
AFO is black diamond (hes cracked, but thats a secret shhh)
Can use any power her sees used before him with the exception of healing capabilities due to his photokenesis ability
Onyx!shigaraki
Temple fusion is one for all, and is the same size as afo, made up of rose quartz, cinnabar, tanzanite, black pearl, and citrine
Green diamond is nana
Losing yellow diamond devastated her
Her power is called envy she can mimic a gem’s voice perfectly
Her pearl is Pink Pearl! Midnight
Purple jade! Shinso
Yellow peridot! Mei
Onion! tsuyu
Tourmaline! mina [
Gold!sero [bismuth]
Mirio, tamaki, and nejire are the cool kids
Ronaldo! Mineta
Sadie! Jiro
Lars! Momo
Yellow pearl! Present Mic (under BD Currently)
Mama inko owns a bakery that sits at the top of the mountain above the temple, she offers tours of the light house, and runs it in her spare time with her second husband hisashi
Hisashi loves deku like his own son, but has a hard time understanding him sometimes
Deku appriciates hisashi, but he wishes he had gotten to know his birth father
No one is exactly sure how deku came to be, inko turns scarlet anytime they ask
Its basically vore. No, i will not elaborate
When deku and Katsuki fuse for the first time, its the first time they really understand each other
Their relationship begins to improve drastically after this, because they can fuse and feel each others feelings in a much deeper sense than just conversation
They call their fusion katsumi
Aizawa is Bakugos favorite
Bakugo is kirikami’s favorite
Aizawa and shinso end up real close after change your mind
Yellow Spinel!Sir Nighteye
Not very ship centric, more about friendship and family more than anything
That being said, the relationship dynamics explored are: Erasermight, Erasermic, inko and all might, Rei and endeavor, BakuDeku, TodoDeku, Iideku, UraDeku, UraIida, inatodo, KiriKami, Todoiida, shiniida, SeroMina, MomoJirou, todoshin, meiida, Miritama, Big OT3, micnight, Shigaraki and AFO, NightMight, DaveMight, and m o r e.
These dynamics are explored both Romantically and platonically, but put heavy emphasis on the idea that platonic love is just as good as romantic love
there’s more than this but i ran out of energy, if y’all want i can make another.
#bhna au#mha au#my hero academia#steven universe#steven universe au#my hero academia au#fanfic#mha fanfiction#bnha fanfiction#kd.txt#i dont want to tag all the characters#so im just#not going to#i will tag bkdk tho#bkdk#bakudeku
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Their Hero Academia -- Chapter 79: Drop the Bomb
Presenting the next installment of my on-going, nextgen, MHA fic!
Earlier chapters can be found here
A snout pressed to the ground along the side of the road, where the highway gave way to more densely wooded country. Yes, that was the scent they were after, no mistaking it. Less than another day’s travel ahead. Lips curled back past sharp teeth, releasing a low growl of satisfaction. They had missed the departure of the students, all nestled into their transport and none the wiser that something was just behind them. It wasn’t a short journey from the school to their destination, but traveling cross country, a nearly straight line whenever they didn’t have to stop to find the scent again, made up considerable time. They did not tire. This terrain was what they were bred to cross. They moved back into the cover of the trees as they followed the smaller road, claws digging into the dirt as they pushed forward.
They’d be at the camp soon.
***
“Ooooh, that had to hurt,” Isamu winced.
“I’ve told him he relies on his Quirk too much,” Midoriya replied, gazing at the scene before them through his fingers. “Tell me he’s still breathing?”
“He’s groaning, Toshi,” Tokoyami said. “He’ll be fine.” She chirped a few times. “I think.”
“She really hit him hard!” Frog-Shadow said, adding her own opinion from Tokoyami’s shoulder.
“Poor Shota,” Izumi said. “Still, he lasted longer than I expected him to.”
“Well… that was definitely something,” Boost-Rush said. “Where’d you learn a move like that, Kaniyashiki?”
Kaniyashiki was busy helping Shinso back to his feet, but she looked over in the Rookie’s direction. “My Aunt Monika’s a police officer, sir,” she said, tossing off a salute with her free hand, before turning it into a crab-claw V. “She taught me a lot of self-defense stuff.”
“Well, tell her she did a good job,” Boost-Rush said. He looked to the larger group of U.A. and Shiketsu students. “And I think that’s our best example so far of why being able to fight without your Quirk is important. Shinso here has one of the most powerful Quirks in either class, and Kaniyashiki laid him out in two moves.”
The morning’s instruction had largely been focused on Quirkless exercises, directed by Boost-Rush. The powerfully-built Rookie was an extremely good hand-to-hand combatant, though he’d admitted that Doc Clock was even better than he was, something which had gotten Aizawa beaming with pride for all of about three seconds before his natural resting grump face had taken back over. Boost-Rush had put them through a number of exercises, before he’d set them up sparring. Eventually, they’d break off into pairs, but for now, they were also getting a bit of a show out of it, as he called different combinations to spar against each other and demonstrate what they’d learned so far.
A few students, mostly those with heavy mutation-type Quirks like Shoji and Bondo, had largely been exempted, and would get some other specialized instruction, since their Quirks were more innate Mutant types. Ground Zero, Aizawa, and a couple of the other Rookies were with them. Some of the others had also been peeled off for other types of training with some of the other Rookies.
He had to admit, though, it had been especially exciting when Boost-Rush had opened it with Kana against Kimiko Ojiro. As the two best martial arts in any of the classes, it had made sense. It hadn’t been one hundred percent Quirkless, since Ojiro couldn’t turn off her invisibility, but she’d wrapped her arms and legs, donned gloves, and wore the visor from her costume so that Kana would have a decent idea of where her limbs and face were.
It had been, in a word, spectacular. And not in a “two attractive girls fighting” sort of way (Though he’d be lying if he completely denied that part. His girlfriend was very hot. And also very scary when she went full out like that. He was starting to realize the comparisons to Kirishima-Bakugo weren’t entirely inaccurate.), but also in a “two incredibly skilled people giving it their all” sort of way. Kana’s style was more aggressive than Ojiro’s, focusing on powerful strikes and kicks, while Ojiro focused on speed and repeated strikes to confuse and disorient. Both of them were absolutely on the top of their game and on a completely different level than just about anyone else. Shiro Monoma had watched the whole thing with rapt attention.
“That,” Shinso said, “was so cool! She just grabbed my wrist, and the next thing you know, bam! I’m on the ground!” He stared at the 1-B girl with wide eyes. “You’ve got to teach me how to do that!”
That got a groan from Isamu, Midoriya, and Tokoyami. That would be Shinso all over. The kid was trying really hard lately, had been ever since the end of their Internships, but at that end of the day, he was still a ray of sunshine fanboy. Somethings just never changed.
Kaniyashiki threw back her head and let out a laugh. “Sure thing, shorty.”
“Hey!” Shinso said, crossing his arms as a grumpy look spread across his face. “I’m not that short!” Of course, he was the shortest one in the class, but he was also several months younger than most of them too…
“Anyway,” Boost-Rush went on, “next up, we’ve got… Haimawari against Awase!”
“Oh boy…”
***
Since he was dating their Class Representative, Isamu had gotten to know several of the members of Class 1-B reasonable well, and several more of them in passing. Bondo, Kaniyashiki, and Fukidashi were some of Kana’s best friends. The first two were a terrible twosome, usually cracking jokes and up to some small measure of no good, and both of them really loved antagonizing Monoma. And he had yet to determine whether or not Fukidashi was legitimately crazy or just extremely differently wired. He’d been surprised, though, to learn her mother was the support equipment designer, Bibimi Kenranzaki. Though honestly, that may have explained some of her more extreme tendencies.
He’d had several pleasant and lengthy conversations with the bat-like Koumori about music. Koumori’s musical choices tended themselves more to rock than pop, but they’d found some common ground in that both of them had an appreciate for the horse-headed American rock duo, Wild Stallions. And the giant Fukui seemed to be able to get along well with anyone. He’d even managed to make sure there were no hard feelings with the force field generating Kido, even after he’d bested him at the Sports Festival.
Hell, he’d even managed to have a couple civil conversations with Monoma. Even if the blond also did a lot of “I’m watching you” gestures at him when he thought no one else was looking.
Awase, on the other hand, he didn’t really know. The Vice Class Representative was studious and not particularly talkative. He’d probably said hello to him in passing, but beyond that, he didn’t know him. Awase was dark-haired and athletically built and, if Isamu remembered right, his Quirk had something to do with being able to fuse his molecules with other substances, taking on their properties. Not that that would matter much in a Quirkless spar.
He stepped into the circle that had been set up for sparring, watching Awase as he did the same.
“You can do it!” he heard Shinso call out, bringing a smile to his face.
“Show them what 1-B’s made of, Awase!” And that would be Monoma, as expected.
“You’ve got this, Isamu!” He heard Kana call out. Followed by, “What? He’s my boyfriend. I’ve got to support him.” Which was probably her defending herself against Monoma.
Awase dropped into a fighting stance, hands up, bouncing lightly on the balls of his feet. Isamu on the other hand, dropped lower, legs spread wide, arms flared out to his sides. Even without his Quirk, his style was never going to be about all out brawling. Keep it fast and loose. He didn’t have the raw strength to do otherwise.
“Are you both ready?” Boost-Rush asked.
“Yes, Sensei,” Awase said simply.
“I’m ready,” he agreed.
“Then begin!”
Awase didn’t make any sounds as he charged forward, but he was telegraphing his right hook pretty badly. Isamu dropped all the way to the ground, like he would when using his Quirk and pivoted, swinging his leg out. It connected solidly with Awase’s leg, tripping him up and knocking him down.
But Awase was just as quick to spring back up, and Isamu got back to his feet, back-peddling away from a flurry of punches. “Oooffff!” All the air got knocked out of him as one of Awase’s punches connected with his stomach. Guy definitely had a lot of power behind him, even without his Quirk.
Isamu wasn’t completely helpless though, and he managed to get his hands up and ward off the next punch, just like Midoriya had taught him before the Sports Festival. He managed to fire off a few rapid fire punches of his own, putting Awase back on the defensive. Isamu had a few inches on the other boy and his arms and legs were longer too. It gave him a reach advantage that he pressed, throwing a couple more strikes to unbalance him.
Unfortunately, Awase was quicker on the recovery than he expected, delivering a punch that set his head spinning back around. He blinked rapidly, trying to clear his blurring vision as Awase came in for another round of strikes.
This time, Isamu was able to dodge, bobbing this way and that, leaning and ducking out of reach of Awase’s blows. When he was fighting with his Quirk, he relied on movement, keeping out of the way, and staying just long enough to get a couple of hits in. There was no reason not to apply the same principle to Quirkless fighting.
“Stand still, dang it!” Awase shouted, after he’d missed with yet another blow.
“Ah,” Isamu said, “how about no?” He dodged again, ducking under another blow. His picked up his speed a little, so that he continued to circle Awase, letting him wear himself out trying to keep up and throwing blows. The other boy should have been aiming for where he was going to be, but instead kept trying to catch him, which resulted in most of his blows being too slow to hit anything or only scoring a glancing hit.
So he kept it up, dodging several more blows that way. Awase was definitely slowing down, starting to tire. So when he launched his next blow, Isamu moved as though to duck and dodge to the left, but instead came up with an uppercut, knocking Awase down once more (And ow, ow, ow, boy did that leave his hand smarting!).
“He did it! He did it!” Isamu heard Shinso shout, before hearing Tokoyami try to quiet him.
Awase let out a groan, before slowly getting back up to his feet. “Dang,” he grunted. “You’re fast as heck even without your Quirk.” Isamu could already see a bruise forming where he’d punched him. For a moment, things seemed like they were going to get tense, but Awase nodded decisively. “Good job. Easy to see why you won the Sports Festival.”
He offered a hand, and Isamu took and shook it, trying very hard to take the praise. He still had a lot of trouble believing his own win, even months out. But he was getting that self-confidence up. “Thanks,” he said.
The sound of applause broke the moment. “Good job, both of you,” Boost-Rush said. “Go see Bioshock if you feel like you need it.”
The Hero looked down at his clipboard. “Okay, next… Let’s have Kirishima-Bakugo and Tatsuma.”
***
Katsumi may not have had Papa’s shark-teeth, but she’d been told that her grin was very frightening indeed. Right now, her grin seemed to be so scary that several of her classmates and 1-B students were actively backing away from her. Sero had, in fact, let out a rather high-pitched shriek and leaped into Tensei Iida’s arms. At least Izzy had stayed by her side.
“You’re being deliberately frightening again,” Izzy said. There was a disapproving tone in her voice and Katsumi did feel a little bad about that. Disappointing Izzy was not something she liked doing. Maybe she could live with it for this the chance to teach the Shiketsu girl a lesson.
The giant girl was giving her a look that seemed to match her own. She stepped into the ring and for the smallest of moments, Katsumi wondered if she wasn’t biting off more than she could chew. Tatsuma’s overall build was comparable to her own. Both of them were muscular, especially for women, though Katsumi’s build was the result of rigorous training and hard work. She couldn’t tell it that was the case for Tatsuma or if it was related to her Quirk, not that she knew what that was. But Tatsuma had considerable height, reach, and weight on her. Katsumi was the second shortest person in the class, only barely taller than the Loud Kid. But it wouldn’t be Womanly to step away from a fight, no matter how big the other person was.
She didn’t know what Tatsuma’s deal was, why she thought she was so much better than U.A. students. Izzy had said something about Tatsuma having a good reason, but she also didn’t especially care. You disrespect her, you disrespect her friends, her school, she’d kick your ass, plain and simple.
“I look forward to educating you,” Tatsuma said. She cracked her knuckles. It was noisy. Definitely a show of intimidation. Katsumi approved of the strategy. If she was anyone else, it might have worked. But she was too damn tough to be scared by some wannabe from some pretentious school like Shiketsu.
“You can try,” Katsumi shot back. She rolled her neck casually, tensing the muscles in her arms. No backing down. Never let them think they can intimidate you. And give back as good as you got. She shot back with a glare of her own. It’d be a lot more satisfying to unleash some explosive hell on her, but punching would do pretty nicely.
“Oh hell no, this isn’t happening.”
Katsumi spun around, realizing it was Vanish Veil who had spoken. What the hell? This was like the time Toshi had tried to tell her that picking her battles didn’t mean she could pick all of them. Why were people so opposed to her using violence on the deserving?
“You two’ll kill each other and nobody’ll learn anything,” Vanish Veil said, crossing her arms. She sounded more annoyed than anything, but there was a little of what sounded like concern in her voice too.
“Don’t think I can take her, Old Lady?” Katsumi snapped.
“I told your dad I wouldn’t let you cause a scene, Brat,” Vanish Veil snapped back. Katsumi’s usually ability to wind Mahoro up was failing her here, it seemed. Damn it.
“You have a problem with my teaching choices?” Boost-Rush asked, approaching Vanish Veil. Katsumi could nearly hear the sneer in his voice. If she didn’t already know he was a Monoma, that would have confirmed it.
“Only when you don’t get the memo,” Vanish Veil told him flatly. She walked over and poked him hard in the chest with a finger. Her twintails swayed with the motion. “Pick somebody else, you sanctimonious ass.”
Boost-Rush just laughed at that. He was wearing his helmet, but Katsumi could hear the smugness in his voice. “Oh, if you insist,” he said, sounding as though he was the one doing Vanish Veil a favor. “Still… how about Park?”
Vanish Veil seemed to be weighing her options there, her mouth set in a frown. “Yeah, okay… that’ll probably be all right…”
***
Well, at least she’d get to show up one of those Shiketsu kids, Katsumi thought. Windbag was all right in extremely small doses, but the rest of them could go hang. Definitely time someone knocked one of them down a peg and she was very good at knocking. Didn’t really matter which. Could have just as easily been the pretty boy cat guy. He’d have probably been real satisfying to punch.
Park… Hmm. Katsumi considered herself pretty decent at reading people. Tatsuma was simmering fury, waiting to erupt, buried just barely below the surface. A lot like herself, really. Not that she’d admit that to anyone. She went from zero to one hundred in no time, even when the situation didn’t really call for it. It was pretty much a family trait. She had it, Dad had it, the Hag had it.
Park, though, Park was a quieter kind of angry. A cold one. As Katsumi began sizing her up, she wondered, possibly for the first time in her life, if she hadn’t bitten off more than she could chew.
“And begin!” Boost-Rush called out.
Katsumi got her hands up and she and Park circled each other cautiously, both looking for an opening. She’d taken some different martial arts classes as a kid and she had had plenty of instruction from Dad and Papa, Uncle Deku, and even Ojiro’s dad. But overall, her style mostly focused on single, powerful moves, putting someone down with just a punch or two. It was best to take them out before they had a chance to be a threat.
“DIE!” she bellowed, throwing the first punch, a powerful left handed strike that had a lot of her weight behind it.
Park sidestepped her blow and came in close. Her hand snapped out and grabbed into the shirt of Katsumi’s gym uniform. Before she could even react, Park’s leg shot up, slamming into her side several times in rapid succession. Katsumi let out a growl and managed to shove her away, buying herself a little space.
“Okay,” she snarled. Her side was protesting furiously as she kept moving. “You got one in. Congratulations. But that’s all you’re going to get.”
Park’s expression didn’t change much, but one eyebrow raised slightly, as if to say I disagree. She calmly took a couple side steps, her eyes maintaining that cold indifference. “Angry already? If being struck upsets you, then you’re aspiring to the wrong profession.”
Katsumi knew the other girl was trying to get in her head. But knowing that didn’t make her any less angry about it. “I don’t know about you,” she growled, “but I was born to fight.” She shouldn’t have been talking either, she knew. Wasted breath. Maybe it worked for some people, like Horse Girl. Katsumi would, under duress, admit that Mineta had made provocation a weapon she could use. But that wasn’t her.
She charged, throwing a right hook at Park’s head. Park’s head shot to the left, her hand coming up and grabbing Katsumi’s wrist. In a single fluid motion, she bent and twisted it. Pain shot up her arm light a bolt of lightning, overriding her rage, overriding everything except for the white-hot sensation of pain. It felt like her wrist was one small increment of pressure away from snapping like a twig.
“I’m aware this would likely not work if you could use your Quirk, but since our esteemed instructors insist on this human cockfighting, I might as well emphasize their point. Though I suppose with your Sports Festival, you’re used to bread and circuses.” She twisted it more. “Perhaps if they bothered with a more extensive self-defense course this wouldn’t be necessary.”
Pain shot up Katsumi’s arm so intensely that she had to grind her teeth hard to keep from crying out. No way she’d give Park the satisfaction of hearing her scream. What the hell kind of fighting style was this? Aunt Ochaco had done a lot of the grab and flip stuff, but…
At least she still had her other hand free. With Park’s attention on her other arm, Katsumi brought her left hand in low for a body blow.
Park saw the blow coming and released the hold, but she wasn’t not fast enough to dodge all of it. She let out a small growl as Katsumi’s strike connected, though it was more of a solid graze than a full hit. She moved with the dodge, twisting and sending a kick up at Katsumi’s head.
Even if she wasn’t using a Quirk, Katsumi had to admit that Park was fast. Deceptively powerful too. She might have been impressed, if she wasn’t so damned angry. She saw the blow coming, fortunately, moving out of the way. Her right arm still hurt from the wrist grab, meaning her options were limited, but she knew how to play through the pain. She faked left, throwing a couple blows to try and get Park moving the way she wanted, then followed up with a roundhouse kick from the right.
Park had obviously been expecting punches, and hadn’t expected Katsumi to throw a proper kick. As she made to defend against the punches, the kick sent her down. She gathered herself quickly and rolled so that she came to be resting on the soles of her feet.
“That had to have been learned outside class.” Her look was harsh, judgmental somehow. “Makes sense with the amount of enemies the child of a pro hero has.”
Park got up, her eyes narrowing. “But how will that do against someone who’s had enemies the moment they were born?” She darted toward Katsumi, looking to launch a kick, but instead threw a straight-forward punch like something out of a street fight.
Okay, what the hell was that supposed to mean?! And sure, they’d all had some basic self-defense lessons, some of them more than others. You heard horror stories about the kids of Pro-Heroes being threatened or kidnapped. A few of them had even come damn close to it.
The punch hurt, leaving Katsumi seeing stars, her vision swimming. “You haven’t rung my bell yet,” she growled in the direction of what she hoped was the actual Park. The world was spinning and it felt like a struggle to stay upright, but she forced herself to keep fighting.
She moved quickly this time, throwing one punch after another. Not too much style, but plenty of power. Park was good and, as much as it pained her to admit it, more technically proficient than she was. But she had more raw power than the other girl. She just needed one really good punch to make an end of it.
Park dodged the punches, attempting to once more grab and twist Katsumi’s arms. This time, she was ready for that crap and kept herself moving too quickly to be caught. Katsumi’s style may have been straightforward, but the speed was forcing Park to stay on the defensive.
***
‘This is stupid. Beating each other for the sake of some trite lesson that could easily be fixed with a proper martial training program. Look at them: So self-important while others are thrown aside.’ Park’s thoughts raged through her mind. She cast a glimpse once more at Boost-Rush. ‘Alright you son of a bitch. You put a child in this situation. Don’t whine at me when the expected happens.’
***
Park darted as if dodging again, but grabbed the waistband of Katsumi’s pants, using the leverage to throw her down. It was a hard, bone rattling impact that knocked her senseless for a moment. Katsumi’s first instinct, drilled into her, is to protect her head, but Park snarled and instead threw a kick at her back.
The kick hurts, Katsumi’s damn sure that was one of her kidneys. The pain kept her down even as she tried to get herself back up. There wasno way she’s going to let herself be beaten like this. She’s one of the toughest damn U.A. students there is. Daughter of two Top Ten Heroes. Practitioner of the Art of Womanly Living. And when it comes to a fight, she doesn’t quit. Ever.
“You’re going down!” she screams, forcing herself back to her feet, swinging wildly.
“That’s my line.” Park dodged to the side again. Her arm shot out like a stone from a sling and grabbed Katsumi’s arm, wrapping her fingers around it in an iron grip. She twisted it, and used the momentum to drive Katsumi into the ground. Park hung onto her arm this time, pulling it back and locking in her grip behind Katsumi’s back.
***
A little more torque and she could easily break it. For a moment she felt herself wanting to. To share even a small ounce of the suffering. She looked into the crowd, and saw the kind rock girl who shared her faith. Akaya. She looked concerned and scared for her classmate.
“I’m not as good a Christian as I’d like to be.” She had told Akaya that. She turned away from her, looked at Katsumi’s struggling face, then looked back at the U.A. students and Rookies. She let go of Katsumi.
***
“This is stupid. Find another pawn.” Park then got up and walked toward her classmates, then past them entirely. Tatsuma tried to stop her, but she brushed her off.
Katsumi forced herself to her feet, her limbs absolutely aching. “Get… get back here,” she started to growl, eyes locked on Park’s retreating form. “I… I can do this… all day…”
She couldn’t lose to some pretentious Shiketsu brat. And she definitely wasn’t losing to someone who wouldn’t even stick around to assure their victory. Who just gave up in the middle of a fight like that? Especially one they were winning? None of it added up.
Wasn’t she worthy of fighting? Or finishing off?
What the hell was wrong with Park?!
Someone helped her to her feet. It was the Old Lady. Of course. “I’m fine,” she grunted. A lie. She was not fine. She didn’t think anything was broken, but she could practically feel the bruises growing in all kinds of uncomfortable places. There was still pain radiating from where she’d been kicked and she was still seeing double.
“You’re not fine,” Vanish-Veil said, sounding guilty. “C’mon. We’ll get you to my brother. Hopefully before your dad finds out about this…”
***
“She… she lost,” Toshi said, the words tumbling out of his mouth before he could stop them. The fight had been incredibly short, but incredibly brutal. It’d been deeply uncomfortable, even unsettling to watch. He’d wanted to intervene, no matter how much Katsumi would have yelled at him for it, but the sheer brutality had left him paralyzed where he stood. He was sure if it hadn’t been so quick, the Rookies surely would have intervened…/
It was only then that he realized that his arm was hurting and had been for some time. “Izumi…?”
“What? Oh! Oh my…!” Izumi quickly released her death grip on his arm and he could feel the circulation returning to it. Izumi was willowy and often looked like she’d blow over in a strong breeze, but she apparently had ferocious grip strength. “I’m so sorry, Toshi…”
He shook his head. “It’s okay. I think we were all a little shellshocked.”
“I don’t believe it,” Haimawari said. He was shivering, Toshi realized, and then realized he was too. Izumi must have been drawing in heat as she’d grown more and more frightened for Katsumi. “I saw it, but I still don’t believe it.”
Toshi never would have thought it possible either. He’d seen Katsumi lose, of course. The two of them were about evenly matched when they’d sparred in the past and he’d won about as many as he lost. And, of course, Katsumi had lost against Izumi during the Sports Festival. But those had been friendly competitions, between people who had known each other for years. This had been different. This had been a beating.
Both Katsumi and Park had been looking to prove something, even if he wasn’t entirely sure what it was for Park. He knew already, that Tatsuma didn’t think especially high of them. But it didn’t look like Park did either. He’d spent of a lot of time thinking over Tatsuma’s reasons for disliking the Hero System and what this class represented, and was still grappling with those. But he didn’t know what drove Park, not yet.
Katsumi, he knew, just wanted to prove she was better than the Shiketsu students. They’d gone after her pride and she really wasn’t the best decision maker where that was concerned.
He was also fairly certain this wasn’t something he could fix, wasn’t something he could make right. That was a hard admission for him to make. Dad had always said you couldn’t save everyone but that you still had to try. He’d thought maybe he could still try here, but after this…
Katsumi was his friend. And she was confident and powerful. She was one of the best fighters in the class, with a strong Quirk and an iron will. Even in friendly sparring with him, she just took every loss as a way to get stronger still. To see her humbled like that…
“Is it over?” Shota asked. Toshi looked over and jerked with surprise as he saw that Shota had his eyes scrunched up tight, with his hands over his ears.
Asuka put a reassuring arm around his shoulders. “It’s all right,” she told Shota, gently removing his hand from over his right ear with her other hand. “You can look now.”
“She didn’t win, did she?”
“I am afraid not,” Asuka replied.
“This will not be good,” Izumi said, worry filling her soft voice. “Even though her injuries can be treated, Katsumi will treat this as a grievous wound to her pride and a personal insult besides. She won’t let that go any time soon. And I fear what she may try in retaliation.”
“She’s right,” Asuka said. She chirped softly and worriedly. “Izumi, Toshi, you know her the best. What do we do?”
Toshi frowned. Tatsuma and Katsumi had been ready to tear each other apart, before Aunt Mahoro had intervened. She hadn’t objected to Park, but…
If they didn’t do something to try and buy a little peace with the Shiketsu students, then someone was just going to get hurt worse.
Looking around, he could see, not just the concern, but the anger, on so many of his classmates’ faces. Even many of the 1-B students looked disturbed by it, especially Monoma and Kana.
Of the Shiketsu students, only Tatsuma and Yoarashi were there. Park had walked off somewhere, and Tsuchikawa and the spider-girl were with one of the other training groups. Tatsuma was looking vaguely smug and satisfied, though Toshi couldn’t help but notice that she was also looking off in the direction Park had left. Yoarashi had gone pale and oddly quiet. Toshi didn’t know him as well as some of his friends, but he’d still known him for years. Yoarashi didn’t do quiet.
If they didn’t do something to try and make peace with the Shiketsu students, someone was going to get hurt.
Get hurt worse, he realized, as Aunt Mahoro led Katsumi away.
“Oookay,” Boost-Rush said, much of his earliest bravado gone. “That’s… that’s enough direct sparring for today. Why don’t we break into small groups to work on what’ve learned so far.”
A stupid, desperate plan dropped into his mind. He couldn’t exactly slip away, but… “I hate to ask you to lie,” Toshi whispered to Izumi, “but…”
Izumi nodded. She grasped his plan without him having to even say it. They’d been friends a long time. He wasn’t as close to her as Katsumi was, he wasn’t sure anyone could be as close as the two of them were, but Izumi was still one of his best friends. Hell, after a hopeless childhood crush on Nejire Togata, he’d had a crush on Izumi for a little while too, though he’d never worked up the courage to ask her out or anything. If nothing else, Katsumi’s looming presence in both their lives had made it clear if anyone really loved Izumi, it was her.
“I do believe I’m feeling a bit of a flare up,” she said, stretching exaggeratedly. I should probably go get checked out.”
***
Izumi arrived at the first aid station that Bioshock had set up. The Metabolic Hero was laying hands on Katsumi as she approached and she could see her friend’s bruises start to fade already and a bit of her color return. Bioshock’s Quirk was not quite the cure-all that Doctor Izumi’s was, but it was still very effective. She knew now, from what she had read, that he had run himself ragged during Plague’s assault on Japan, pushing himself nearly to death’s door until Uncle Izuku and his sister had literally had to drag him away from the hospital wards.
“Okay,” Bioshock told Katsumi, “I think that should be good. Nothing broken, thank goodness.” His features darkened. “What the hell was Boost-Rush thinking? Dammit…”
He shook his head, his eyes going wide as he realized he’d spoken out loud. “My apologies. That was unprofessional.”
Katsumi waved him off. “Eh, you said what you said, Doc. Own it.” Her red eyes had locked with Izumi’s. For all the fierceness and bravado Katsumi put on for the rest of the world, Izumi could easily tell when she was faking it. Such as now.
“Oh, hey, Todoroki,” Bioshock said when he noticed her. “Everything all right?”
“I’m feeling a bit fatigued,” Izumi told him. She spoke each word carefully, trying to project some measure of exhaustion into her voice. She was tired, but not that tired. “I fear this new schedule is playing havoc with my body.”
Bioshock looked between her and Katsumi for a moment, then his expression changed ever so slightly. “Oh, sure,” he said. “Let me go check the coolers, see if we’ve got anything with some electrolytes for you. Why don’t you keep Kirishima-Bakugo company while I’m gone?” He gave them a little wave as he walked off.
Katsumi just gave her a look as she took a seat next to her, in one of the small folding chairs. It wasn’t especially comfortable, but that was of little importance. “You are the worst liar I have ever met, Iz.”
“What?” Izumi asked. “But Bioshock…”
“He was humoring you, Iz.”
Oh. Well. She supposed that was all right. She was still able to achieve her goal of getting to talk to Katsumi. Though perhaps she could work on the lying? Heroes did need to sometimes, well, not exactly lie, but certainly project more hope and certainty than they might have been otherwise feeling.
“Are you all right?” she asked instead. “Not physically,” she added quickly. “That much I could see.”
Katsumi looked down at the dirt. “That wasn’t a fight, Iz.” The words were said so quietly that Izumi could barely hear her.
“That level of brutality was well outside the bounds of a friendly spar,” she agreed. “Though you too were quite ready to rise to violence.”
Katsumi’s head snapped up, a snarl starting to pull at her lips. “Damn right I was. Did you see the way that giant was looking down her nose at us? She disrespected me and she disrespected the school. I had to teach one of them a lesson.”
“Did you?” Izumi asked, when she was certain Katsumi’s rant had finished. “Or were you just seeking conflict?”
“So I like a good fight,” Katsumi replied, looking rather annoyed still. “Is that a crime?”
“How badly would you have hurt one of them?” Izumi asked instead. Answering Katsumi’s question would do no good to anyone, and likely lead to a very circular conversation. Sometimes you had to point Katsumi in the direction you wanted her to go. Even if you usually had to make her think it was her idea.
“Broken nose, maybe,” Katsumi said, shrugging. “I just really wanted to punch one of them.”
She sighed. “But that wasn’t a fight, Iz. That was a damned beatdown. She was toying with me. Whatever damn style she was practicing, it’s damn good at causing a lot of pain. And… she’s better than me.”
Katsumi trailed off. She’d said something, but so softly that Izumi couldn’t hear it. “I’m sorry,” she said, “what?”
“I said she’s better than me!” Katsumi snapped. “She could have kicked my ass from here back to U.A., up and down both sides of the street, easy. But she wanted to make it hurt and she wanted to make sure everybody saw it.” Her fists were clenched hard, her knuckles going white. “This wasn’t even about putting me in my place. She was making a damned statement. Hell if I know what it was though…”
Katsumi bolted up out of her chair suddenly, grabbing it and spinning around sharply, letting it go flying through the air. It landed several feet away, bouncing a few times before it finally stopped. Izumi would give her friend credit: she’d expected it to explode.
Katsumi was visibly shaking and Izumi rose to embrace her. Katsumi’s strong arms soon found their way around her and Katsumi’s head came to rest against her. As Izumi held her, Katsumi’s shaking began to subside.
“I’m supposed to be the toughest woman around here, Iz,” Katsumi said quietly, but there was a growing fire to her words. “This isn’t over.”
Katsumi was right. For more reasons than she thought. If they didn’t do something soon, to try and bridge the gap between the two schools, things could very likely explode, in more ways than one.
#my hero academia#their hero academia#toshi midoriya#katsumi kirishima-bakugo#izumi todoroki#isamu haimawari#fan fiction#fan fic#my writing
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by Lee_Audrey
In a world where All Might was long dead, Midoriya Izuku took a path of being a super-villain, while Bakugo Katsumi strives to be the number one hero.
Words: 4367, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Categories: F/M
Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Kirishima Eijirou
Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou/Midoriya Izuku
Additional Tags: Genderbending, Villain Midoriya Izuku, Female Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings
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While Young Kaminari and Kirishima were out running their errands, Toshi had gone to work. Signing the hoodies had been easy enough and didn’t say much about his involvement, but the personal touch he added after did.
To Katsuki, he wrote:
Young Bakugo,
Watching you grow into a young man I would be proud to call my own has been one of the best things a mentor could ask for. I wish you all the happiness in the upcoming year, for both you and Young Todoroki.
Happy Birthday,
All Might (Toshinori Yagi)
To Katsumi, he wrote:
Other Young Bakugo,
Even though we haven’t gotten to know each other quite as well, I’ve gotten to meet you through the interactions of you with others and I’m proud to see the young man you are becoming. May you have all the happiness in the upcoming year.
Happy Birthday,
All Might (Toshinori Yagi)
To Katsuko, he wrote:
Youngest Bakugo,
Young man, I can’t wait until the day you join UA and I see you in my classroom for the first time. You’re going to be a future hero to keep an eye on!
Happy Birthday,
All Might (Toshinori Yagi)
Each note was carefully folded and placed in the pocket of the respective jacket and wrapped so each boy got the note meant for them. He just hoped they all enjoyed them.
@explosively-psycho @paradis-smash @xplosionheart
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[School].
Teacher: thank you so much for coming Mr. Kirishima-
Baku: I'm Bakugo. My husband is Kirishima..
Teacher: oh do you not have the same last name?
Baku: no you cishet weirdo- ugh just- why am I here?
Teacher: right well, I ask you here because of your daughter.
Baku: Natsuki?
Teacher: yes- how did you know- I'm guessing she's trouble at home.
Baku: she's fine at home, mind ya damn business. What did she do?
Teacher: oh she beat up another kid and as we all now violence isn't tolerated in this school.
Natsuki: daddy!
Baku: hey baby, why'd you hurt the other kid?
Natsuki: oh he was bullying me for months now because he said that it's wrong that I have two dads. He also said that my mommy didn't want me.
Baku: you don't have a mom..
Natsuki: that's what I told him!
Teacher: yes well violence isn't tolerated. I hope you find a suitable way to punish your child.
Baku: punish? Why would I do that?
Teacher: she hurt another kid-
Baku: she was standing up for herself and for homophobia. My kid has done nothing wrong here. Nat.
Natsuki: yes daddy?
Baku: get your brother and sister-
Teacher: you can't just take Ichiro and Katsami out of school they've done nothing wrong!
Baku: I don't care, I'm taking my kids whether you like it or not.
Katsami: daddy?
Ichiro: daddy, why are we here?
Baku: we're going to get ice cream, then we're going home and I'm calling your other daddy-
Katsumi: okay
Natsuki: cool
Ichiro: we're not in trouble?
Baku: no, now let's go- *on the phone* Ei? Yeah hi babe, where are you right now?
Kiri: I'm at work with Kiyo, why?
Baku: I keep forgetting you're a kindergarten teacher..
Kiri: what's wrong, Katsuki?
Baku: yeah I'm taking the kids outta school- Natsuki punched a kid for being homophobic so I'm rewarding all of them. We're getting ice cream, so go home and we'll meet you there- gonna watch a movie.
Kiri: sounds good, I'll see if Mina can cover my shift-
Baku: okay see ya later, red.
Kiri: bye baby boy~
Baku: *hangs up*
Mina: soooo~ your husband needing you? How romantic.
Kiri: it's not like that Mina, the kids are being pulled outta school- you know what- family problems-
Mina: are the kids-
Kiri: everyone's fine. I just need you to cover my shift, Katsuki wants me and Kiyo home
Mina: yeah sure, no problem.
Kiri: ugh you're the best
Mina: I know.
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Their Hero Academia – Chapter 78: Conversations and Revelations
Presenting the next installment of my on-going, nextgen, MHA fic!
Earlier chapters can be found here
Katsumi was absolutely not tired. And she was definitely not worn out and exhausted from pushing her body and her Quirk all day. She was definitely not spent from using her explosive Quirk on bigger and bigger objects, infusing the liquid she generated into greater and greater objects. And she really wasn’t already sick of Windbag and his high and mighty friends from his fancy-pants Hero school. She absolutely wasn’t going to end up beating the shit out of the muscle girl by the end of things.
Which, for some reason, Izzy had tried to warn her off of doing. Izzy was typically very direct and this had been no exception. She’d been extremely explicit that Katsumi stood a very good chance of getting her ass beat if she tried to fight her. Of course, Izzy had couched it in slightly politer terms, worrying that she might get hurt and emphasizing the damage to her pride if she lost. Izzy, of course, had expressed every confidence in her abilities, but still didn’t want her to get hurt.
Even with Izzy’s direction suggestion that she not fight the Shiketsu girl, there was something more going on there. Katsumi didn’t like that, not at all. And Izzy hadn’t been more forthcoming beyond that.
It wasn’t damn frustrating, not at all.
As if she’d ever lose a fight. Not counting her hard-fought loss against Izzy during the Sports Festival. Which wasn’t going to happen the next time. The bigger they were, the harder they were going to fall.
At least her old man seemed happy. Dad was always happy when he was yelling at people, and he’d gotten to do a lot of that today. Apparently, he’d even lit into Toshi for being predictable and unimaginative with his Quirk. Good. It was about time someone tried pounding some sense into his green-haired head. The guy was a damn good fighter when he put his mind to it, but there was considerable distance in how he fought with his Quirk and without it.
“Okay people,” she heard Katsuma—Bioshock, she had think of him and Mahoro by their Hero names when they were in teacher mode—call out. “You’ve all had a long day and tomorrow’s going to be even longer. You’ll be rising at 0500 and we’re going to be spending the whole day putting you through your paces.”
“And we aren’t going to listen to any whining about you being tired!” Mahoro—Vanish Veil—added. “So if you’re sluggish, it’ll be your own damn fault!”
Bioshock sighed. “Thank you for that,” he said.
“You’re welcome.”
“But she is right! You’ve got twenty minutes before lights out. Make the most of them, then get a good night’s rest! Sleep is vital to a growing body!”
“Stop talking like a health class video! Why are you such a dork?!”
Katsumi just shook her head, getting up to head to the barracks. A voice from behind stopped her.
“Pardon me, but you and I have unfinished business.”
***
She’d been expecting, maybe even anticipating, a confrontation with Tatsuma, the overgrown Shiketsu girl. So Katsumi hadn’t strictly been paying attention to who the voice had belonged to. When she spun to face her attacker, her punch went high. A good blow to the face or throat would disable most people very quickly.
In fact, if she hadn't been so sure Tatsuma was going to be the one picking a fight, she'd have registered that the voice came from about a foot lower. As things were, her blow sailed right over Monoma’s head. She’d given him a little credit though. He only barely flinched.
A smug grin spread across his lips. “Quite the hair trigger you’ve got there, Kirishima-Bakugo,” he said. He eyed the extended arm as if to say, “Really?” She let it fall to her side, then crossed her arms.
“You want something, Monoma?” she asked. Of all the things she needed today, he was way down on the list. He’d mostly been leaving her alone lately, but his audible smugness was more than making up for it. “I’ve probably got enough time to deliver an ass-kicking if that’s what you’re looking for.”
He chuckled at that, gesturing dramatically. "Oh I'll happily offer you the chance to try," he commented with a smirk, "but I don't think this is the time. I do want to make time for your gauntlet throwing, though, at some point in the near future.”
“Delayed ass-kicking, got it,” she said. She cracked her knuckles noisily in a show of intimidation. This time, to his credit, he didn’t flinch.
He frowned, eyes narrowing as his shoulders relaxed. “Look… May I speak plainly?”
She narrowed her own eyes, setting her mouth in a hard line. “Get on with it.”
“I was… very broken, after the Sports Festival,” he told her. There was an earnestness in his eyes that surprised her. A raw level of emotion she hadn’t expected of him. “I wanted to succeed so badly, to show you that I was worthy and to show the world that my class was worthy. But I screwed it all up. I focused too much on showboating and spectacle. Midoriya and the rest of your class… you had it figured out.”
He looked down. “I gave as good an accounting of myself as could be expected against Kocho. It was simply a bad match-up for my skillset. And I am glad to see the Hero course recognized her abilities.”
Monoma pinched the bridge of his nose, his eyes flickering downward and flashing a shade of displeasure before he continued. “And then there was my failed confession. I’m not sorry I did that—don’thitme—and I think you may have said some things I needed to hear, although your delivery may need some work. And then, during my Internship with your father and Uncle Tetsutetsu… I froze up when the Nomu attacked. My Quirk isn't something I can turn off, and... Everything I was seeing of the creature was just so profoundly wrong that I couldn't take it. I shut down. I had to be carried away by Shoji, like a child.”
Okay, that one she hadn’t heard about. Papa definitely hadn’t mentioned it. Of course, gossip about anyone like that wouldn’t have been manly, so it was not a surprise.
“And from there, I just fell apart,” Monoma said. He wasn’t looking at her now. Instead, he was looking into the distance. “I can admit that now. I was certain I had a weak, worthless Quirk and that I had no place in the Hero course.”
“Now wait just a damn minute,” she snapped, pointing aggressively at him. “You’re a bastard, but your fancy pants flippy Quirk is still useful. No reason you couldn’t kick a moderate amount of ass.”
Dammit, she was not feeling sorry for the Copycat Bastard. But she remembered her own Internship, how useless she’d felt watching that man die right in front of her, while her Quirk, even her muscles, couldn’t do anything… Aunt Ochaco and Izzy had talked her back from that edge. She didn’t think about it too often. Hadn’t had the nightmares in a while.
“I’ve come around to that line of thinking,” Monoma said. “But I appreciate the vote of confidence. Especially from you. But I was ready to quit after the Final Exam. Just long enough not to leave my class in the lurch. But Midoriya said some things about success and helping each other that stuck with me. And we passed.”
He stopped, actually smiling and looking more than a little proud. She’d give him some credit. If 1-B’s exam had been anywhere near as challenging as theirs—and Kana assured her it was—then he deserved a little pride.
“And then for reasons I’m still not entirely sure I understand, I ended up speaking with Kaminari and she got me looking at my Quirk in a bit of a different way. Trying to string my moves together better, weaving a whole song out of them, rather than single shots to be fired and discarded. So I stayed.”
“Is that why you’ve been making goo-goo eyes at her?”
He sputtered, turning red and avoiding her gaze. “I thought we were being more discreet than that.”
“Oh, please. Your dramatic ass wouldn’t know discreet if it bit it,” she told him. She tapped her wrist, as though checking a watch, giving him a glare. He got the hint.
“Regardless of mine and Kaminari’s situation,” he said, quickly, as though eager to move away from discussing it, “I want you to know I still want to prove myself against you. Not for any romantic pursuits anymore or even in some attempt to prove I’m better than you.”
Monoma shook his head. “I want to prove I’m your equal. That I deserve my place here. You’re one of the fiercest, most skilled fighters in our school. We’ve had an adversarial relationship since we were big enough for you to put me in a headlock. You’re the mark I need to challenge myself against.”
Okay. She definitely hadn’t been expecting that. But for all she could erupt at a moment’s notice, Katsumi could occasionally control her expressions enough not to show surprise. She knew she was tough and talented, but hearing him admit it, not in some kind of lovey-dovey star-eyed sort of way, but in actual respect, with none of his usual barbs, well, to say it was a surprise was putting it mildly.
“So, what do you actually want?” she demanded. “Get to the point already.”
Monoma looked her straight in the eye, a steely determination there she hadn’t seen before. “When the camp is over, when we’re back at school, I want to fight a match against you. A true test against one another. Bring whatever support items you like, and, as the challenged, the right to choose time and place is yours. I'll make the arrangements with our respective homeroom teachers that it will be a sanctioned training exercise. May the better person win."
It was a more respectful challenge than she would have expected out of him, all things considered. It looked like Monoma had found his spine after all. And besides, she could go for bouncing him around the ring like a basketball for a few rounds. “You know what, Monoma?” she said. “You’re on.”
***
Akaya had the distinct impression that she was being watched. Not maliciously, she didn’t think. She certainly didn’t feel like she was threatened, but she was also fairly certain that someone was paying more attention to her than usual. Over in one corner of the room, she could see Kaminari, Mika, and Anime whispering together in a fashion that seemed almost conspiratorial.
Her opinion of the matter did not improve when she saw Ojiro go over and join the group. But even with counting several of the girls among that group as dear friends, she certain, somehow, that they were discussing her. She wasn’t completely unused to being talked about behind her back, the girl with the strange religion and stone-skin, but she would not have expected it of her friends.
“They’re talking about you.”
Akaya looked over to her left, where Chiasa Kamakiri, her vaguely mantis-like friend from 1-B, was standing by her bunk. Chiasa held up a hand, showing that she was missing two joints from her smallest finger on her left hand. Her Quirk allowed her to split apart her body segments and transform them into tiny duplicates of herself that shared a hive mind. Very useful for espionage.
Chiasa’s face split into a grin. “Do you want to know what they’re saying?” she asked, playfully.
“I do not traffic in gossip,” Akaya said simply, though she was also feeling a little hurt. Why were her friends talking about her? She didn’t think they had any ill intent, but…
Chiasa continued as though she hadn’t spoken. “They’re trying to set you up with Aoyama!” She giggled with delight, clapping her hands.
Ah, of course. Their usual romantic pursuits. She wasn’t surprised, especially now that Ojiro was involved. The invisible girl was nothing if not committed to the idea of “shipping” people she knew. It had only become worse since she and Anime had become friends. Still, she hadn’t thought that Mika particularly liked Aoyama, so why was she…
Wait.
Akaya mentally replayed that sentence again.
“What?”
Chiasa nodded rapidly. “Mineta is leading the pack. Sounds like it might be her idea. They haven’t noticed my mini-me’s yet.”
She was clearly missing something here. Akaya frowned in confusion. “I must have heard you wrong.”
“Nope,” Chiasa said. “They’re gonna set you and Aoyama up. They don’t have a plan yet. Fukidashi and Ojiro are fighting over which tropes to use. Mineta’s encouraging all of it. Kaminari is telling them they’re all insane.”
None of this made any sense. Aoyama had certainly never displayed any kind of interest in her. Oh, of course, he did seem far more civil with her than almost any of their other classmates. And he never had any cross words for her like he did for almost anyone else. So what if he always made an effort to speak to her? What difference did it make that he always seemed to respect her opinion, even if he didn’t listen to anyone else? And, of course, he had reacted more violently than everyone else when he’d found out she’d been the target of Quirk discrimination…
But certainly none of that meant he was interested in her! Not when he was traditionally good looking, prettier than even some of the other girls, and could have easily had his pick of anyone, if he’d just let his guard down around them the way he often did around her…
“Akaya?” Chiasa asked, mouthparts clicking together. “You okay? You kind of zoned out on me while I was talking.”
She managed a nod. “I’m all right,” she said. “Just taken by surprise.” She looked over to a corner of the room that had been partitioned off with a curtain. Petal Princess had told her that they’d set it up so that she could have a private place to pray, if she so desired, being unsure if she was comfortable praying in front of others. Akaya appreciated the consideration. “Though I do need to say my prayers before I turn in.”
It would give her a moment to think, at the very least.
***
As Akaya entered the small, privacy curtained space, she realized that it was already occupied. It was one of the Shiketsu girls, the one whom she had overhead a few times speaking to Tatsuma in a foriegn language that she couldn’t properly identify.
“Oh,” she said, “my apologies. I didn’t realize anyone else was here.” Though it varied from individual to individual, the average person in Japan was not especially religious or deeply spiritual. And the number of people who were any variety of Christian was smaller still.
The girl though, seemed as surprised to see Akaya as Akaya was to see her.
"It is no trouble," the girl assured her, her Japanese flawless. "I was finishing up anyway." As she stood up, a necklace with a familiar cross could be seen hanging around the girl's neck.
Well, that was indeed surprising. She had heard there had been some additional friction between some of the Shiketsu students and her classmates and the others. Perhaps she could help ease that by finding some common ground with one of them?
“Please forgive my forwardness,” Akaya said. “But you are Christian? I rarely encounter anyone who shares a faith with me.”
That seemed to surprise the girl for a moment, before she looked at her necklace as if remembering it was there.
"My parents are practicing Presbyterians," she answered, somewhat shyly. "I would not go so far as to say I am, but there is much about Christianity I admire. It's comforting to know there's an all-powerful being that actually gives a damn about you out there."
“My mother’s family is Catholic,” Akaya explained, “as am I.” Her father and little brother, Rikido, were not, but it had never been an issue in their family. Both she and her brother had been allowed to explore faith options and choose for themselves.
“It is reassuring. It is often a troubling world. Having somewhere to turn to often helps me to ground myself.” She offered the other girl a small smile. “I am Akaya Koda.”
The other girl seemed to think a bit, as if wondering if she should say anything. Her face softened as she appeared to make a decision. "My name is Seung Park. It is...nice to meet you." She tensed a bit after saying her name.
The same sounded Korean to Akaya’s ears, though she couldn’t say for certain. Though Park was not Japanese, that much was apparent. She knew that foreigners didn’t always have easy lives in Japan, but given how flawless her Japanese was, Park had to be at least second generation. Which did come with its own issues, of course…
“It is nice to meet you as well,” she said. “How are you finding the camp so far?”
"So far I do not see what can be done here that we can't do elsewhere," Park admitted with a stern frown. "I can only assume the teachers are likely going to make us do something to pit us against each other for some ‘clever’ reason. Why else would Shiketsu be invited, given the asinine rivalries that are encouraged."
“Not an impossibility,” Akaya agreed. Park, it seemed, was not afraid to be a bit bold in her declarations. Would that she had such confidence. “But I have been told that the Rookies are among some of the best trainers in the country, so I trust in our teachers’ judgements. Perhaps they simply mean to push us all. A little bit of rivalry can be healthy… though there are those among my fellow students who take it to an extreme.”
Shiro, for example, had already declared that the rivalry between Class 1-A and 1-B was in a temporary state of truce, until they had proven U.A. to be better than Shiketsu. She wasn’t certain if that was a sign of maturity on his part or not, but at least he was trying to channel his energies in semi-positive directions.
"I have considerably more faith in Our Lord than I do in "Hero instructors.’" Park stopped, took a deep breath, said something in Korean, and then let it out. "I apologize. I am not as good a Christian as I would like to be."
There was a sore point there, Akaya was certain. For a Hero student, Park did not seem to have much faith in Heroes themselves. Or at least, not the ones running the camp, she wasn’t sure. That seemed to be a bit of a paradox, but she did not wish to deny the truth of whatever experiences Park had lived.
She shook her head and held up her hands in an apologetic gesture. “No apologies necessary. Even if I don’t agree, I won’t deny you your feelings.”
Park looked surprised at Akaya's response. Clearly, she was not used to people giving her point of view any kind of credence. "I appreciate that." Her eyes seemed to be looking elsewhere, as if she were looking at a place completely different from where they were. She shook her head, actually forming a small smile. "I do not wish to hold up your talk with God. I hope you don't aggravate him as much as I likely do.”
Akaya offered the girl another smile as she left, before kneeling down to begin her own prayers. She would need much of His grace and guidance to get through this camp.
***
Takiyo tapped a few keys on the control panel built into his sleeping pod, causing the hatch to open with a slight hiss. Inside, it looked comfortably padded and had a control panel built into the other side of the hatch as well, so that he could open it when needed. It would be one hundred percent light proof. It was good of the Rookies to provide it, though he would have expected nothing less. U.A. had been very good at meeting his unique needs to far.
His cursed, cursed needs. His damn Quirk that caused him to absorb light constantly, necessitating that he discharge it in regular intervals, that he keep himself covered to minimize absorption, that his dorm room and his room at home be equipped with blackout curtains and more. It required him to be aware of his state of being every second he was awake.
His damn Quirk that had caused him too…
No.
His Quirk that he was going to use to be a Hero. To make up for… what had been done. No matter the costs to him. It was suited for it, where unleashing dazzling light, pushing back the darkness, or projecting devastating lasers. He would make it a Hero’s Quirk.
He had actually exhausted his light-stores under the Rookies’ training today, focusing on both his output and control. It was rare situation. Usually, he had to purposefully discharge it by the end of the day, just for the sake of discharging it. He had started to absorb more light immediately afterwards, but for the moment, he was just barely glowing, a faint sparkle outlining his skin.
“Ahem.” A voice shook him from his introspection and he looked up to see Monoma standing next to the sleeping pod.
He’d barely spoken two words to Monoma that he could recall, in his entire time at U.A. The other boy was vain, arrogant, obsessed with his looks, and not especially self-aware. He was, somehow, friends with Koda, which confused Takiyo greatly. Mineta, he could understand, but he thought Koda was better than that.
“Yes?” Takiyo asked.
“<Can we speak French?>” Monoma asked. Takiyo had been vaguely aware that the Monoma family had some French ancestry, much like his papa also did. He himself was only culturally French to some extent, but the language came easily enough. Monoma cast a significant glance over in the direction of Sero, Sato, and Tsuchikawa.
“Oui,” he replied. The secrecy was puzzling, he had to admit. What could be so important that Monoma did not want anyone overhearing?
Monoma nodded. “<Let’s be clear,>” he said, pointing. “<I don’t like you and you don’t like me. That’s fine. But no one deserves what’s headed your way.”>
Takiyo raised an eyebrow at that. “<Pardon?>” he asked. A threat to his person? Was that insufferable Tsuchikawa planning something? But why would Monoma warn him about that?
“<Mika, Yoarashi, and Fukidashi are planning to set you and Akaya up. Kaminari knows about it to. I don’t think she can stop it.>”
They were going to… what?
Monoma went on. “<Mika claims that it’s obvious you two are very sweet on each other, but that neither one of you would be willing to make the first move. I don’t know if that’s true, but with Mika and Fukidashi teaming up, it’s bound to be a ‘zany scheme.’>”
Koda… who was always kind to him, even when he let his anger and irritation get the better of him. And who forced him to be civil and interact with others, even when he wasn’t doing a particularly good job of it. Koda, who was a sweet, kind girl, who did not deserve the cruelties she had recently endured and seemed to still carry with her.
“<So as someone who has been pulled into many of Mika’s well-meaning, but disastrous schemes, I felt you deserved a warning,>” Monoma added. But his expression turned hard as steel. “<But rest assured, should you still chose to pursue a relationship with Akaya… You will treat her properly, or I will break every bone in your body.>”
With that, Monoma turned on his heels to walk to his own bunk, leaving Takiyo standing there, still trying to process what had been said.
“Hey! Aoyama!” He turned and saw Sero giving him a wave. “Didja loose the blond pretty boy contest or something? Looked pretty serious there!”
Takiyo’s lip pulled back in a snarl. “SHUT UP!”
***
While the barracks for the kids had been relatively Spartan, the facilities in the main compound of the Rookies’ complex were surprisingly nicely appointed. Most of them had gone to bed already. Lady Luminous and Bezoar were in charge of waking the kids up for the next morning’s training session, but they’d all have to be up fairly early. It was late, eleven p.m., long past when Katsuki usually went to bed. At least he’d been able to slip away earlier and call Eijiro and Tai. It’d been a long time since he hadn’t at least called to say goodnight to his son. He wasn’t going to allow himself to miss it for a ‘good’ reason. Because he if he missed it for a ‘good’ reason, then it was a short trip to missing it for a bad reason.
And he was never going to be that kind of parent. His parents had never been truly neglectful—though it had taken a lot of therapy to overcome and course correct his sometimes-toxic relationship with his mother and his enabling father—but they had often been gone. He’d been left in the care of babysitters or ‘Auntie’ Inko as a child more often than he cared to remember, including one particularly disastrous time when he’d been ten and left in the care of his then-teenage shitty cousin Yu, and later to his own devices, when they’d been gone on some photo shoot or modeling expo.
Katsuki had been in a lot of fights over his life. But his toughest fight was the one he fought every day to be a better parent than his own had been. Thank whatever gods existed for Eijro. It was easier to be the better person when you had someone who believed in you that much.
The damned hobo had already gone to bed, but Katsuma, Mahoro, a Rookie he didn’t recognize, and Fujii were still up in floor’s kitchen. And damn did it make him feel old to see people he’d known when they were children as fully-fledged adults and Heroes in their own right. They’d both done good, he admitted, with Katsuma working with Deku for a time and Mahoro training with Camie and even working as one of his Sidekicks for a time. And sure, he hasn’t that much older than either of them. He had less than ten on Katsuma and only five on Mahoro…
But even with their own experiences with that bastard, Nine, he’d had a lot more years of hard living than them. It added up. He certainly felt older than his forty-one years. Now, more than ever.
“So,” he said as he entered the kitchen, “one of you want to tell me why we’ve got Shiketsu students here? Was the Hobo right? Are they dropping their problem kids on us?”
The Rookie he didn’t recognize spoke up. He was a dark-skinned man with his hair in tight cornrows and seemed a bit younger than the rest. He had a red and yellow uniform, with a key-shaped insignia on his chest. “They’re a little rough around the edges, but they don’t seem like problems to me.”
“You haven’t been doing this as long as the rest of us, Takagi,” Katsuma told him. “And you haven’t seen the complete files.”
Mahoro let out a laugh. “You say problem children like your kid isn’t one, Katsuki.”
Katsuki shot her a glare. Katsumi… He was proud of his daughter, loved her more than almost anything in the entire world. She’d gotten some of the best of him. But she’d also gotten some of his worst too. Her anger, her reluctance to properly grapple with her feelings or complex emotions. She might have finally resolved her long-standing hang-ups around Izumi, and she definitely had a better relationship with Toshi than he’d had with Deku, but he still saw some of his school-age self in her. “You take that back, brat.” But he also wasn’t going to let anyone else point it out.
“You going to make me?” She gave him a glare of her own, as though challenging him.
“How have you not matured any in twenty-five years?” he shot back.
“Should… should we be stopping this?” Fujii asked, looking vaguely panicked. The rubber-bodied Hero looked over at Katsuma as though to say ‘please, stop this.’
Katsuma pinched the bridge of his nose. “Mahoro, please stop antagonizing Katsuki. If you two wreck the kitchen, it’ll take forever to get it repaired. And Hiyori will pitch a fit if she can’t have her waffles.”
He pushed back from the table and stood up. “I already had conversations with All Might and Aizawa about this, but you’re not far off, Katsuki. It’s not a random delegation of students. We were asked to take them on specifically.”
Katsuki just rolled his eyes. “Of fucking course.”
“Hey,” Katsuma said. “No need for that kind of language!”
“Yeah, you better listen to him, dammit,” Mahoro said. “We’ve got a swear jar and everything.”
Katsuki wanted to yell, to pop off a few explosions that would rattle Katsuma into realizing what a mistake he’d made in not telling him this immediately. But instead, he sucked in a breath and shook his head, grinding his teeth. He didn’t like being blindsided like this, but anger wouldn’t do him any good. Keeping track of the thirty-three U.A. students was enough of a challenge, even if he hadn’t known some of them since they were in diapers. (He’d changed so many diapers. His shitty-haired husband had a bad habit of offering to babysit for their friends without consulting him first.) He didn’t need any surprises, especially not in his first few days on the job.
What could be so bad that Shiketsu was dumping their kids on U.A.? Sure, the dragon kid was angry, but he’d been worse. And that didn’t explain the rest, especially Windbag’s kid.
“Tell me everything.”
***
Katsuki took a seat at the table, as did Fujii, and Katsuma sat back down. Takagi remained standing, leaning against the kitchen counter. He crossed his arms and set his face in a scowl. To their credit, neither Katsuma nor Mahoro flinched. Mahoro even copied his gesture and expression, the scowl looking only slightly silly on her face. Takagi, though, definitely flinched at the scowl and impending sense of doom both he and Mahoro were giving off.
Good. It was good to see that even hobbled as he was, he could still be intimidating. Still, he felt a little bad. The guy probably didn’t deserve it.
“Okay,” Katsuma said, “so where do you want to start?”
“Tatsuma,” Katsuki said. “I can already tell she’s walking around with a hell of a chip on her shoulder. What’s up?”
“Chie Tatsuma,” Katsuma went on, “daughter of the Dragoon Hero: Ryukyu. Her Quirk allows her to transform into a humanoid dragon form. Class Representative, winner of their first year Sports Festival. Scary strong Quirk. I’ve looked at her file and her scores in the Shiketsu entrance exam were off the charts. They had to recalibrate their threshold because she scored so many points everyone else in her testing area was below the cutoff.”
“Kind of reminds me of you, Blasty,” Mahoro said, jabbing him in the side with her elbow. Katsuki had to admit, she wasn’t wrong. Not that he’d let her have the satisfaction of knowing that.
“Okay,” Katsuki said. “She’s powerful, she’s arrogant. I can work with that. What else?”
Katsuma frowned. “She’s also got a small but building disciplinary record. She’s extremely dissatisfied with the Hero Rankings and the whole ranking system in general. Of which she tends to me very vocal about. Not a lot of respect for most of the top ranked Heroes.”
Fujii tapped a finger against his chin. “Didn’t Ryukyu drop in the rankings really quickly? I remember when I was a kid, just after All Might retired, that she dropped a spot…”
That was putting it mildly. Once a young and rising star, Ryukyu had never been the same after the incident with the Shie Hassaikai. Round Face had said it was like she’d suffered a crisis of faith, lost a step somewhere. She’d slipped pretty steadily, year after year, ranking after ranking. And so people had stopped believing in her. You hear that kind of bullshit enough, you internalize it, and it just feeds a vicious cycle.
“And, of course, she’s got the kids of a shit ton of high ranked Heroes with her here,” Katsuki growled. “Wonderful. Let me guess… wants to make a name for herself and redeem her mom, but hates the system that’d make that happen?”
“Got it,” Katsuma said. “Think maybe you can help direct her anger some?”
“I’m the Number Four Hero,” Katsuki snapped. At least until the next Billboard Chart ranking. Not something he was looking forward to. It was only a “leave of absence.” Best Jeanist had been the same ranking as he was when he’d suffered a nearly career ending injury too. That had turned out all right for his old mentor, but he wondered if he’d be able to say the same. He was going to file that under things he wasn’t going to think about. “She won’t listen to me.”
“Aizawa said he’d talk to her,” Mahoro said. “Underground Heroes don’t get ranked at all. Maybe he’ll get through. And besides, he managed to focus you.”
Katsuki let her have that one.
“Let’s see,” Katsuma went on. “I assume you’re familiar with Shinji Yoarashi?”
“You really want to ask stupid questions?” he shot back. “I’ve known Windbag’s kid for ages. I’m guessing his being here has something to do with his unauthorized rescue mission back during the Nomu mess?”
The kid had likely saved Katsumi’s life, Round Face’s too, with that stunt. Even if it’d been technically illegal and on extremely dubious grounds, Katsuki couldn’t blame him too much for that. Sure, he was as annoying and loud as his dad, but his heart had been in the right place. Sometimes, intent mattered more than the rules.
“Pretty much,” Katsuma said with a nod. “His teachers want us to focus in on following the rules and proper procedures.”
“Does that include knowing when to break them?”
“No,” Katsuma said.
“Yes,” Mahoro said at the same time. The two exchanged glances.
“Got it,” Katsuki said.
“Good,” Fujii added. “…Explain it to me?”
Katsuki did not dignify that with a response.
“Okay,” he said, “what about Tsuchikawa?” He still couldn’t believe Pixie-Bob had a kid. Apparently, she adopted him after stopping his villainous parent. Word around the rumor mill, or wherever Pikachu got his nonsense from, was that she was still just as promiscuous and flirtatious as ever, having made the complete transformation into a full on cougar. She was supposed to have a daughter too, he recalled, though the father wasn’t known.
He shuddered at the memory of the woman at Class 3-A’s graduation, sitting front row, giving him, Deku, IcyHot, and Glasses looks he never wanted to see again.
“Ego and lack of teamwork skills mostly,” Mahoro told him. She gave him a pointed look. “Definitely your department.”
“Ooooh, she’s got you pegged,” Fujii said. The rubber-bodied man grinned for a second, before wilting under Katsuki’s glare.
“How has Aizawa not killed you yet, you glorified gacha prize?” His former teacher didn’t suffer fools gladly and neither did Katsuki. And yes, while he was relatively young, Fujii did have an impressive career as a Pro-Hero behind him already. Never more than a “friendly neighborhood Hero”, he was nevertheless liked by many and had saved a lot of lives. And very popular with children to boot. Tai had an action figure of him that actually bounced.
He was just damned annoying.
“I’m pretty much indestructible!”
Katsuki growled. “You want to put that to the test?”
“…No.”
“What about Park?” he asked, rather than get drawn into anything else with his fellow teacher. “Korean, right?” Something tugged at his memory and he frowned as he tried to place it.
“Another one with a lot of anger,” Katsuma admitted. “And even more distrust for Heroes than Tatsuma. Tatsuma, at least, only disagrees with the ranking of Heroes and the spectator sport part of that. Park isn’t entirely convinced in the Hero system at all. Impressive Quirk though… uses bioenergy to enhance her physical attributes. Short bursts of power or speed. She’ll make a good Hero if she can get past her issues.”
He looked a little defeated by the prospect of it. Katsuki remembered what he’d been like on Nobu Island, a lot like Deku had been at the same age. So full of love for Heroes and faith that they could solve everything. He’d even admit he’d been like that at one time, before he’d been kidnapped and forced to reckon with his own limitations. Before he’d seen so much of the seedier side of the world, and the problems that punching something or unleashing an explosion in its face couldn’t solve.
“Any idea what caused it?” Fujii asked. “Everybody likes Heroes. It’s kind of Japan’s thing.”
“The Ignition Incident,” Katsuki said, as the memory floated itself up into his mind. Up until Endeavor’s public confession, it had been the biggest scandal in Hero history.
“The what now?” Fujii asked. His rubberized features twisted up in confusion. “I don’t remember any Ignition Incident.”
“Then you either weren’t paying attention or had a crappy Hero History teacher,” Katsuki growled. What the hell were they teaching in schools these days? That American idiot, Skyline, taught Hero History at U.A. He’d maybe he’d have to sit in on a few classes to make sure they were getting it right.
“Wait,” Takagi said. His eyes went wide. “I know about that one. Shit.”
“Anybody going to clue me in here?” Fujii asked, looking furtively from face to face. “I seriously don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“So this was about twenty years ago,” Katsuma explained. “Ignition was Suguru Dian, a U.A. grad from the class behind Deku and his friends, with a powerful flame Quirk that basically let him set anything on fire. He went from Sidekick to full on Pro in almost no time at all. People called him the second coming of Endeavor.”
Katsuki remembered the guy, having worked with him a few times, both professionally and when they’d been students and the then Class 2-A had done joint training with the new 1-A. Arrogant as all get out, but with the talent to back it up. Of course, Aizawa and Deku had ended up having to pry him and Katsuki apart…
“So Ignition is half-Chinese and a rising star,” Mahoro said, taking over from her brother. “And being a rising star like that, the HPSC, in its infinite wisdom, thinks it’s got an “in” to help better police some of the Chinatown communities, especially with the Rising Sons Triad starting to fill the void the Shie Hassaikai left behind. Unfortunately, he’s got daddy issues, on account of his Chinese dad abusing him and his mom. Which boils over into some pretty self-hating racist stuff too.”
“Okay,” Fujii said. “I’m getting some ideas here, but Park’s Korean, not Chinese.”
“We’re getting to it,” Katsuma said. “So Ignition is made a part of an anti-Triad taskforce, and ends up investigating a Triad owned restaurant. The community there is already pretty involved in self-policing, so there’s a lot of resistance, insults, pretty much all his buttons getting pushed. But something inside him snaps, total breakdown. He thinks he’s taking down Triad agents, and instead he’s fighting innocent civilians with an extremely dangerous Quirk.”
“People died, man,” Takagi said. “Dozens more injured, massive property damage, the works. Public relations nightmare and international scandal. Global news for months.”
“There was a big show trial,” Katsuma added. “Ignition was stripped of his license. As far as I know, he’s still locked away somewhere. The HPSC made a big show of providing additional sensitivity training for Heroes, better psych screening, community outreach, all the kinds of things that would reassure the public.”
Katsuki remembered it all well. He’d only been solo a year or two at that point, not long after a stint sidekicking under Beast Jeanist. His late mentor had been appalled by what had happened. He’d been disgusted too. Especially by the way the HPSC reacted.
“It was all smoke,” he snarled. “They didn’t prohibit it, but they did stop specifically assigned Heroes to “ethnic” neighborhoods. And sure, plenty of Heroes still went in and did their damn jobs. But it broke a lot of trust. They left a lot of people to fend for themselves, instead of cleaning up their own act.”
Even Deku had wanted to do more, but he’d been too new still, too hamstrung by the rules and regulations. He’d done more than any of them though. Deku was one of the few Heroes pretty much beloved across all communities in Japan.
“Things got better, eventually,” Katsuma said. “Political winds shifted, Commission members turned over, policies got reversed, and we started working with people better. But there’s still a lot of people out there who remember or who felt the effects of being abandoned. The general consensus in a lot of those communities is still not to trust Heroes or have any faith in us being able to get the job done.”
“Well… shit,” Fujii said. “How did I not know about this?”
“Because you’re an idiot?” Katsuki suggested, but his heart wasn’t in the barb. The man seemed genuinely shocked by the news and even a bit sobered by it.
“That’s really only about half of it,” Katsuma said. “She was born here, but her parents were immigrants, seeking to escape the anti-Mutant Humanist groups in Korea. Of course…”
Right, Katsuki thought. That was a whole mess of politics and cultural issues he didn’t even feel remotely qualified to untangle. But the government tended to lump all members of an ethnic group together, in this case not sparing much distinction between new immigrants and culturally assimilated Zainicihi Koreans. With crime and politics and all that… it didn’t leave a lot of faith in the supposed chosen protectors. And when you’d seen the government turn on you once…
“So we’ve got to undo generational trauma,” he groaned. “Great. They came here, expecting the same protection from heroes Japanese citizens get, and instead they arrive into a hornet's nest due to uncaring bureaucrats desperately trying to save face while not rocking the boat.”
He let out a frustrated noise. What about the last one? Shida? The spider-girl. What’s her damage?”
“Oh, her,” Mahoro laughed. “She just wanted to be with her friends, apparently. And no one told her why the others were being sent.”
That was… that was… pretty par for the course for absurdity, where things in his life were concerned. Katsuki let out a laugh, long and loud.
“Make it stop!” Fujii wailed. “He’s scaring me!”
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Chapter 75: Let’s Get This Show on the Road
Presenting the next installment of my on-going, nextgen, MHA fic!
Earlier chapters can be found here
Some are mine, but a decent chunk of the 1-C kids in this chapter were created by tumblr user and number one fic fan on tumblr @uninvited-eon
“Okay everyone, gather ‘round!” Itsuka Tetsutetsu called out to her class. Around the common room, the sixteen students of Class 1-C began to gather, some listlessly, some begrudgingly, but none of them eagerly. Her heart ached for them.
Whereas Aizawa and Super-Ball’s classes had passed their Final Exam… her class had failed.
She felt a strong measure of guilt over that. They were only the second group of students she’d shepherded through U.A. and she could not help but feel like she’d failed them somehow. Had she not trained them well enough? Had she not stressed the need for teamwork and cooperation, of thinking things through? They’d all done well in their Heroics Class and two of them had even made it to the Tournament round of the Sports Festival. And yet, when it had come down to it, victory had slipped from their grasp. Aizawa and Fujii had both told her she wasn’t to blame, as had her husband, but she still felt the sting of failure. She’d already vowed to do better by her kids. She’d already been working on new ideas for the next term.
“Yes, Sensei?” Yoru Kan, tall, buff, and pale, asked from her spot on one of the couches. It was strange to think her old teacher had a daughter the same age as Itsuka’s own child, but such was life sometimes.
“I know you’re all upset about not getting to go to the Training Camp with the other classes,” Itsuka said.
Ichigo Minoru, the lion-like Class Representative, growled. “We should have done better.”
This earned him a glare from the pink-haired Momoko Hohki, who blew a gum-bubble generated by her Quirk, popping it noisily. “You want to say that again, Fuzzball?” The two had never really gotten along. Hohki had… issues with authority.
“I’m just saying we could have done better,” Minoru said. He held up furry hands. She knew he bore the loss heavily as well, taking it quite personally. He was brave and selfless, but he had to be wondering if his leadership skills hadn’t been up to snuff. “That’s all.”
“I think we all know who screwed up,” Kan said gruffly, crossing her arms.
Ayahiko Akiyama pushed his glasses up, the red frames standing out against skin that was even paler than Kan’s. “Well, it sure wasn’t me.” His color-manipulating Quirk had been useful during the exam, unleashing wildly shifting color patterns to disorient some of their foes, but the lack of responsibility was typical too. She and the other teachers hadn’t been able to get him to step up just yet. They were giving it time, but he’d either shape up for ship out.
“Like hell it wasn’t,” Reiki Akamatsu snapped, the green quills along her head bristling. “You and Enoshima both! Throwing up your damn light shows so we couldn’t see!”
Hitomi Enoshima, whose Kaleidoscope Vision Quirk made looking her in the eyes dangerous, took offense with that. “I told you to get out of the way! Not my fault you didn’t listen!”
“Shouting “get out of the way, losers!” doesn’t count as telling people to get out of the way,” Kin Shiji snapped. The parts of his face that weren’t patches of metallic gold were flush with irritation.
“Can we… can we not fight?” Shika Mizuno asked. The antlered girl bowed her head and closed her eyes. She was gentle and soft-spoken, reminding Itsuka very much of her friend and former classmate Komori. Trying to play peacemaker when the more outspoken members of the class fought was common for her.
Unfortunately, Mizuno’s words did little to quell the arguments brewing. Sides were taken, insults shouted, and things started getting loud very quickly.
Employing her Quirk, Itsuka enlarged her hands and brought them together in a singular clap that resonated throughout the room. It left some of the Class holding their ears, especially the lion-like Minoru and the bear-like Tsukiko Kuma. But it did its job and silenced them all for a moment.
“Sorry about that,” she said, reducing the size of her hands back to normal. “But I could tell that was going to get ugly. And fighting amongst yourselves is part of why you failed the exam.” There had been so much arguing, so many strong-willed hot heads in her class determined to do things their own way. They’d gotten in each other’s way during the exam, hadn’t coordinated properly, and ultimately the faux-Villains had gotten away with their target.
“You’ve got potential,” she said. “I believe in you. But there’s a lot we need to work on. Which is why, while the other Hero classes are at their Training Camp, we’re going to be having one here at the USJ. Water Spout, Doc Clock, and I will be putting you through your paces from pretty much sunup to sundown, with a particular focus on teamwork and collaboration.”
She frowned. “Failing your exam is a big deal. But it’s one you can come back from, with hard work. I believe in all of you. Which is why I also arranged for some extra help with your additional training.”
At that, the doors burst open. “Woooo! Who’s ready for some training?!”
Itsuka pinched the bridge of her nose. “Tetsu, I told you to wait outside until I texted you.”
Her husband blushed and smiled sheepishly. “Sorry, ‘suka. Got done dropping Kana off and got bored… figured you’d be ready by now.”
It was going to be a long two weeks.
***
Nearly all of Class 1-A and Class 1-B had already assembled by the time Katsumi arrived. She’d been rather insisted that she and Dad not arrive together. It was going to be enough of a pain having him as one of her teachers, but she could live with that. This was a practical matter of asserting her own independence. And there was some small part of her that wanted to take in everyone’s reactions when they found out about him. Maybe she ought to get her phone ready. Depending on how people reacted, she could get a new ringtone out of it.
Izzy gave her a polite nod as she approached. “It is good to see you, Katsumi,” she said.
“Good to see you too, Iz,” she replied. Thoughts of her dad’s promise to push all of them hard ran though her mind. She’d spent years thinking of Izzy as fragile and in need of protection. Even if the last few months of U.A. had told her otherwise, her first instinct was always going to be to protect her friend. Even if she and Iz weren’t romantically compatible, she loved her still, as the most important person in her life. “All set for roughing it?”
Izzy closed her eyes and nodded. “I believe so,” she said. “My parents were concerned, of course, but ultimately convinced that I would be in good hands.”
Of course they were. Katsumi nearly rolled her eyes. Izzy’s parents were crazy protective sometimes. Nearly all the time, actually. She’d have thought they’d have learned by now. Best not to think about it, it would just make her angry.
“Any idea where they’re taking us?” she asked instead. Even without Villains after the Hero classes, U.A. had stopped publicizing the location of its Training Camps years ago. It was a lot safer that way. Not that she’d been able to get anything out of Dad. He’d cited “tradition” as being the reason he couldn’t tell her. She was also sure getting on her nerves was also one of the reasons.
Izzy shook her head. “I am afraid I have no idea. We shall just have to see.”
Katsumi just laughed. “Ah, well. Worth a shot.”
In the meantime, she could see the Class Representatives making the rounds, with Toshi and Tokyami talking to the members of their class, and Kana and Awase talking to theirs. She could see Aizawa too, off to the side and in consultation with 1-B’s teacher, Super-Ball. She couldn’t hear what was being said, but Aizawa was giving the rubber-bodied Hero a death glare and looking like he wanted to be absolutely anywhere else on the planet. Super-Ball was talking animatedly and occasionally elbowing Aizawa in the side. Given what she’d heard about Super-Ball, her sympathy was entirely with Aizawa.
“Five hundred yen says Aizawa wraps his head up to stop him from talking,” she said to Izzy.
Izzy shook her head again. “What is it you would say? “That’s a sucker’s bet?’”
Katsumi laughed again. “You are listening.” She doubted Izzy had ever seen that small an amount of money in her life anyway.
Around them, most of the class was in its usual friendship groups. She could see Shinso babbling to Haimawari, who was indulging the hyperactive, purple-haired kid, nodding occasionally at whatever he was going on about. Sero, Sato, and Ojiro were talking as always, probably discussing content for their damned web show. The Iida twins and the new girl with the wings, Kocho, were watching the discussion with something somewhere between amusement, fascination, and confusion. Mineta was talking to Koda, while Aoyama and Shoji stood a little bit apart from the rest of the class. One person she did notice was missing though. It wasn’t until she looked around until she noticed…
“Hey, Iz?” Katsumi asked.
“Yes?”
“Why the hell is Kaminari hanging out with Monoma?” Izzy was friends with the electric dumbass. There was a decent chance she’d known what was going on.
“I cannot say,” Izzy told her.
“But you know,” she pressed.
“Chihiro has asked that I not speak of it.”
“…What.”
***
“What?” Chihiro asked, as Monoma slipped the bracelet around her wrist. It had been made in the kumihimo style, she could tell, yellow with just a little bit of black in it, like her hair. She wasn’t sure they were at the gift-giving stage of… whatever it was exactly they were doing. They’d gone out once.
Which had been nice, she actually had to admit. Nothing fancy, just a walk and some ice cream, but he’d turned out to be surprisingly good company. When he wasn’t being a competitive asshole or didn’t have Kirishima-Bakugo around to rile him up, he could actually be a decent guy, and even pretty funny. He was smarter than her, that much was sure, and ridiculously well-read, but he didn’t lord it over her and listened when she talked, especially about music, he actually asked questions and wanted to know more. He’d been more encouraging during that walk that he’d been in the entirety of the time she’d known him before.
More vulnerable too. He’d been damn close to quitting before he’d talked to her. And then there was the way he talked about his classmates and how much potential he saw in all of them…
She was beginning to understand what Mika had seen in the guy. Granted, Mika’s type was “alive,” but she was actually beginning to see why Koda willingly associated with him.
They’d talked on the phone and texted more on top of that. She’d actually found herself looking forward to it. Chihiro was well aware she was no amazon with pneumatic boobs like Mika or Sora Iida, or even a girly fashionista like Ojiro. She was relatively plain, her curves barely there. She was fit, but hardly a paragon of physical fitness, and she was never going to be the smartest person on the planet. Even her Quirk wasn’t that impressive without lots of Support Gear.
Having someone actually interested in her, for who she was, when there were so many other better options available was still a surprise.
“It’s a gift,” Monoma said. “I made it myself.” He smiled, sheepishly. “I watch a lot of tutorials on Viewtube, so I can pick up other skills. You never know when it might come in handy. Besides, it’s more than that. It’s a promise.”
“A promise of what?” Chihiro cast a few nervous glances around. Someone—Ojiro probably—was probably already noticing she’d been talking with Monoma for a while now and speculating wildly. Several of Class 1-B were definitely already looking at her.
She wasn’t exactly as embarrassed by the thought of people finding out she was dating him as she’d have thought, but she’d kind of wanted to control the message. But he’d been so insistent on giving her the bracelet before the busses arrived…
“It’s an apology too, for my earlier behavior, but it is a promise,” Monoma said, “that I won’t kiss you again.” He leaned in close, and his voice dropped to a whisper. “Until you kiss me first.” She was pretty sure she heard Fukidashi gasp.
Well, wasn’t that presumptuous of him? Why was he so pretty when he was being so arrogant? “Don’t,” she breathed, her Cords rising up reflexively, sparks dancing on the tips, “don’t you mean “unless?’”
He gave her one of those all too confident smiles, his eyes practically twinkling. “Giving up on us so soon?”
Chihiro flushed red and couldn’t find the words to respond to that.
***
Toshi looked down at the clipboard he was carrying, nodded, and looked over to Asuka. “That everybody?” he asked.
“It is,” Asuka told him, checking her own clipboard. Frog-Shadow was sitting on her shoulder, looking vaguely bored. “Everyone’s here, everyone’s luggage is accounted for, and the buses should be here in about ten minutes.”
“Good,” he said. Being Class Representative came with a lot of responsibilities, but his classmates made it easy. None of them put him through half has much as their parents’ class had put Uncle Tenya through. The worst he usually had to do was keep Katsumi from killing Mineta when the latter was being particularly aggravating or mediate a conflict between Aoyama and Sero. It helped that he’d known the majority of them for years and understood their eccentricities.
“Okay!” Toshi called out. “Everybody listen up!” It took a moment—Sero was being especially chatty—but eventually, everyone did quiet down, with Kaminari hurriedly joining the group at the end.
“Thank you,” Asuka told them. “Toshi and I both want you to know we expect all of you to be on your best behavior during the Training Camp. Aizawa-Sensei wishes for us to emphasize that there will be severe consequences for misbehavior.”
“He was really scary when he said it!” Frog-Shadow piped in.
“He was,” Toshi agreed, shuddering at the memory. “But I know you’re all mature, responsible individuals who can be counted on not to do anything stupid.”
“How’d you manage to say that right a straight face, Toshi?” Katsumi asked, arms crossed, grinning smugly.
“It wasn’t easy,” he admitted. “Now, any last questions?”
Mineta’s hand went up.
“That aren’t about fraternization during the camp?”
Mineta’s hand went down. Toshi breathed a sigh of relief.
He turned around and looked over to where Aizawa and Super-Ball were. “All set,” he called out. He heard Kana Tetsutetsu do the same.
The two teachers walked over so they were standing in front of the two classes. “Thanks, Class Reps!” Super-Ball said, grinning broadly. He spread his arms in an expansive gesture. “Is everybody ready for a summer of fun?!”
Silence greeted him.
“That’s right!” 1-B’s teacher went on, as though they’d responded. “Well that’s too bad, because Aizawa canceled all the fun. Your friendly neighborhood bouncing ball tried to talk him out of it, but well, you try arguing with that face. C’mon, make the face, Aizawa.”
Aizawa’s expression did not change.
“Yeah,” Super-Ball said. “That’s the one. Seriously, though, you guys are gonna work really hard. But I know you can do it, and you’re gonna be better for it! And we’ve got one extra surprise for you. You want to take this one, Aizawa?”
“Right,” Aizawa said flatly. “In addition to Fujii and myself, your new Heroics teacher will also be accompanying us.”
A dozen plus conversations broke out among the two classes, as they began to speculate who that might be. Toshi had known that with Grandpa Might becoming the new principal, they were looking to fill the slot, but he hadn’t known for sure that anyone had accepted the job. The weird thing was, neither Katsumi nor Shota seemed surprised by the news.
“Who is it?” Rika Bondo, the blue slime girl from 1-B, asked.
“That’s be me.”
“Uncle Kachan?!” Toshi stammered out. Uncle Kachan had appeared almost out of nowhere, no less stealthy for his recent injury. He was dressed comfortable, in civilian clothes, but still looked ready to take on any challenge that might come his way. There was the slightest of limps to his step, but you had to be really looking to notice it.
But never, in a million years, would he have thought he’d be their new teacher!
Someone had let out a girlish shriek. “Oh, man, Monoma!” Anime Fukidashi giggled. “You should have seen the look on your face!”
“Oh no, oh no, oh no, we’re all going to die,” Sero wailed. He’d gone a distinctly paler shade of pink.
“Well,” Toshi heard Izumi say, “this is unexpected.”
“This is… wow…” Haimawari trailed off.
“Guys? Seriously? I think Monoma’s broke. He hasn’t moved for, like, a minute.” Fukidashi’s voice carried over all the others. “Tetsutetsu, maybe you want to smack him?”
“I’m fine, dammit!” Monoma snapped. All eyes were instantly on him. He gulped nervously. “My… apologies, Senseis.”
Uncle Kachan didn’t seem to care and Aizawa was as impassive as ever.
“Breathe, kid,” Super-Ball said. “He’s legally prohibited from killing you.” He winked. “But you’d be surprised what you can live through.”
Uncle Kachan looked over at Aizawa. “Is he always like this?”
Aizawa just sighed. “This is actually one of his more sedate days.”
“And you didn’t think to mention that, you sorry excuse for a hobo?!”
“If I have to suffer, so do you.”
“You two do know I can hear you, right?” Super-Ball asked, though he didn’t sound offended. “And so can they? The impressionable children?”
Uncle Kachan sighed, then turned his attention to them. “I’m not big on speeches. So I’m just letting you all know now, All Might was the good cop. I’m the bad cop. And I’m gonna work you all like you’ve never been worked before!”
Several of the students gasped. Toshi was pretty sure he saw Monoma look faint. Katsumi just grinned that grin she did before she punched someone.
Anything else was cut off as the automated buses arrived, one of which seemed a bit larger than the other, probably to accommodate Kentaro Fukui, the nearly three meters tall member of 1-B. “About time,” Aizawa said. “Get your luggage loaded and then get on the bus. Class 1-A in the first bus, Class 1-B in the second. We leave in ten, with or without you.”
***
It didn’t take long for the buses to get underway. Aizawa was seated in the front of the bus, Uncle Katsuki in the back. The various couples in the class were sitting together, as were the usual friends like Chihiro and Mineta and Isamu and Shota, while Asuka was sitting with their new classmate Kocho. Their odd numbers meant that Shoji was sitting alone, though he didn’t seem bothered by it. And, of course, Izumi was sitting with Katsumi.
Izumi turned to look at her friend. “So,” she said, “I am assuming you knew about this?”
Katsumi smirked at that. “Oh yeah. All Might offered him the job a couple of days after the break started. He thought about it for maybe a day tops before he said yes.”
“Why didn’t you tell anyone?”
That earned her another smirk from Katsumi. “You didn’t ask.”
A smile spread across Izumi’s face and a small giggle escaped her lips. “That is true,” she said. “I did not.”
“Besides,” Katsumi added, “he swore me to secrecy.”
Uncle Katsuki would certainly be a… different teacher than All Might, she was sure. But he was Japan’s Number Four Hero, with numerous Villain captures and cases solved behind him. The media often liked to paint him as a volatile brawler, but she knew there was far more to him than that.
Izumi nodded. “He has a wealth of experience to offer. I am sure he will take to the role readily.” More importantly, Izumi was glad to see that Uncle Katzuki was doing well and getting back to something approximating normal. With traumatic injuries like he had experienced, it took a truly exceptional individual to come back from them. But then again, her father often said that Uncle Katsuki had “more guts than sense.” She was reasonably certain that he had not meant it was a compliment—especially as her mother had swatted him for saying it—but guts were definitely required here.
“Yeah, well…” Katsumi trailed off. Her dear friend rarely allowed herself to be vulnerable, and even here, it was only for the briefest of moments. “Beats having him mope around the house while he’s taking medical leave.”
Medical leave, not retirement. That was potentially promising sounding. “They are hopeful for a more functional prosthetic?” Katsumi had told her that her father’s Quirk made traditional prosthetics unwieldy for long term use, but that Doctor Shield and Mei Hatsume were working on a better one.
Katsumi shrugged. “Nothing yet. They really don’t know if he’ll ever…” Her voice started to crack, but she was fighting it. She so hated to show weakness in front of anyone, even her.
Izumi reached over and gave her friend’s hand a squeeze. Katsumi returned the grip, mindful that Izumi was not as strong as she. No other words needed to be said. As always, they would have each other’s back.
“But yeah,” Katsumi went on, her tone shifting back to something more in line with her usual self, “in the meantime, he’s going to make everybody here’s life hell.” She looked around the bus. “Pretty sure Aoyama and Sero might die. Maybe Monoma too.” That caused her to snicker. “Did you see his face?”
“I did,” Izumi said, her tone carefully neutral. She did not wish to encourage Katsumi’s delight in the misfortunate of others, though that was probably a battle she would not win. But Uncle Katsuki would likely be an unrelenting taskmaster, and she knew she could expect no favors or special treatment due to her friendship with Katsumi or her own limitations.
Limitations she would not have were it not for her grandfather.
No. She could not dwell on that now. She had learned much, but she was still deciding what to do with that information. Izumi had not even mentioned her visit with her grandfather to her parents. Mercifully, Chihiro and Mineta had not pressed her for details, respecting her privacy. Soon, she hoped, when she had time to grapple with the reality of it, she would tell her friends. But for now, she needed to focus on getting stronger. She would need all her wits about her for the camp ahead.
***
“Anxious?” Asuka asked Kocho. Frog-Shadow was dozing on her lap. Long rides always had that effect on her familiar. She knew their new classmate was already friends with Toshi, Haimawari, Sero, Ojiro, and Sato, but as elected Vice-Representative and unofficial “Class Mom”, she too had a duty to reach out to her, so she’d volunteered to sit with her for the bus ride while the others paired off. Frog-Shadow had been upset that she wasn’t going to sit next to Shoji, but her other half had to learn that, even with their increased cooperation, she couldn’t always get what she wanted.
The moth-girl shook her head. “Yes,” she said. “Sorry, did I just contradict myself?” Her wings were folded around her as much as she could make them, taking up the majority of her seat.
“A bit,” Asuka told her. “But understandable. Are you comfortable? I don’t mind pulling up the arm rest.”
“I’m fine,” Kocho said. “Little close, but it doesn’t hurt. This is still nicer than taking the city bus.” She gave Asuka a reassuring smile.
Asuka flipped up the armrest anyway and Kocho let her wings spread out a small amount. “I won’t say your anxiety is unwarranted,” she said. The truth of others experiences and feelings was not open for debate. “But this is very standard for the Hero Courses. They find a few Heroes or a Hero team from outside the school, so that they can bring a fresh perspective to our training, and under our teachers’ guidance, push us to increase the strength and versatility of our Quirks and skills. It will be exhausting… but ultimately rewarding.”
She looked down at the sleeping frog on her lap. Nothing but peace and contentment flowed through their link. Asuka was determined to enjoy it while she could. It wouldn’t last long once Frog-Shadow was awake. “Though what exactly they can do with this little one, I’m not sure.”
Kocho chuckled at that. “Any idea who they got to teach this year’s then? Or is that one of those ‘rational deceptions’ Deku and Shinso were trying to warn me about?”
“They keep it a secret,” Asuka told her. “Though it’s not a rational deception in this case. It’s really more of just a U.A. tradition. They like keeping us on our toes.”
This got a nod. “Makes sense, I guess. Any idea what they were talking about then?”
Asuka could hazard a guess. “You probably don’t have to worry about that,” she said. “If they try to drop us off a cliff, you can fly.”
“You’re, you’re joking about that, right?” Kocho asked, dark eyes going wide. “Tell me you’re joking!”
“Not at all,” she replied. She put a finger to the side of her beak in thought. “I’m told it wasn’t a particularly big cliff, though.”
“I still can’t tell if you’re joking or not,” Kocho replied.
“She doesn’t joke,” Frog-Shadow said sleepily, stirring on her lap. “She’s the most boring person alive! I’m the fun one in this relationship!”
Asuka looked down to glare at her living Quirk. “And here I was enjoying the peace and quiet.” She shook her head. “But I doubt there will be any surprises like that at this Training Camp.”
***
They’d been on the road for about three hours and the anxiety in the bus had practically become a palpable thing. They’d made two stops already for bathroom and snack breaks and Isamu was fairly certain most of his classmates were going to jump out of their skin every time. About the only people who weren’t waiting for the other shoe to drop were Kocho, who didn’t know any better, and Shinso, who didn’t seem to see Aizawa in the same way as everyone else. Between their parents stories of school and their own experiences so far this year (Sending real—albeit reformed—Villains after them? What?), they were all rightfully paranoid.
Granted, his parents had known Aizawa too, even if they hadn’t been his students. They’d said he was gruff, but fair, and had actually been supportive of the work they’d done, despite them being Vigilantes. That somehow didn’t make him any less scary.
Throughout the trip, Shinso had kept up a steady stream of talk about Heroes and recent Hero events. Isamu had nodded along politely to a lot of it, occasionally adding to the conversation, but mostly letting the smaller boy talk. The two of them had gotten into a debate though, over whether Shoto or Gale Force was cooler, when Shinso had brought up a recent team-up the two of them had had.
Shinso had been rather insistent that Shoto was cooler, especially because of the fast way he could take down Villains without anyone being hurt. Isamu, on the other hand, had gone to the mat for Gale Force, liking the Hero’s larger than life personality and All Might level of cheer. It had been a friendly debate, though neither one of them was backing down from their position.
The two of them were sitting more towards the back of the bus. Occasionally, Shinso would look back to where Ground Zero was sitting, his arms crossed, and looking vaguely irritated, occasionally smiling a very familiar smile, as though enjoying some private joke. It was the same one Kirishima-Bakugo made before she punched something. The Number Four Hero was their new Heroics teacher? Ground Zero certainly had a reputation as having a hair trigger temper, but there was no denying that he was also really good at what he did. The look on his face suggested he was going to get far too much enjoyment out of putting them through their paces.
He’d survived Kirishima-Bakugo this long. How much worse could it be?
“Toshi! Toshi!” Shinso piped up. “You’ve gotta settle this! Who’s more awesome? Shoto or Gale Force?”
Midoriya was across the aisle from them, sitting with his girlfriend. Sora Iida was leaning against him, absorbed in some technical manual. Midoriya was definitely making progress. Not that long ago, that much prolonged physical contact would have had him shaking like a leaf.
Isamu was hoping to get some time with his girlfriend as well, this trip. Kana had loved the signed Godzillo statue he’d brought back for her from I-Island (He didn’t tell her he’d lost the first one) and they’d managed to see a marathon of his movies between his return and the leaving for the camp. Hopefully, she wouldn’t be too busy wrangling her class that they couldn’t share a few moments of their limited downtime.
“Oh no,” Midoriya said quickly, “I’m not getting dragged into this. Besides, I’m a Lemillion guy.”
“Not one of the choices,” Isamu told him, chuckling. Leave it to Midoriya not to take sides.
“I stand by my statement,” Midoriya told him.
“Aw,” Shinso said, pouting, “you were supposed to agree with me!”
Midoriya just laughed. “Maybe next time, Shota.”
Before they could continue, the bus came to a stop. Isamu checked the time on his phone. They’d been traveling a while now; it had been a little over an hour since their last stop. They’d left the main roads behind after the second stop, taking back roads, until they’d pulled through a long stretch of wooded areas. He was pretty sure he’d seen more than a few security cameras mostly hidden in the trees.
He could see some kind of big building out the front of the bus window, and what looked like several smaller buildings spread across a well maintained lawn. Beyond them, he could see more woods and maybe a lake.
“Either of you recognize this place?” he asked Midoriya and Shinso. “Is it an Agency?”
“I don’t know,” Shinso admitted. “But it looks pretty cool! Whoever owns this place has to be awesome!”
Midoriya’s eyes widened slightly, his mouth making a small o before a grin broke out across his face. “Oh! So that’s who they got!”
“You’re not going to tell us, are you?” Isamu asked.
“Nope!” Midoriya said. Isamu hadn’t seen that mischievous a look in his eyes before. “Don’t want to spoil the surprise.”
***
Katsumi looked around as the classes and teachers disembarked. It was a big complex for sure. Not exactly roughing it, though the woods around the buildings might hold some surprises, and one of the buildings looked like fairly utilitarian barracks. It all looked vaguely familiar though. She’d never been here, at least, not that she could recall, but she was sure she’d seen it somewhere. Had Toshi shown her pictures? She wouldn’t have put it past him. Despite basically having Hero-stuff as the background radiation for his life, he still ate, drank, and slept it.
There were four Heroes waiting for them. One was a man with spikey, sandy blonde hair, wearing a black bodysuit that left his arms bare, with silver boots, shoulder pads, belt, and bracers. With him, there was a brown-haired woman in a pink costume that looked damn close to a princess dress decorated with darker pink hearts, who was even wearing a tiara. Them, she recognized, Ravenous and Lady Lumious. Ravenous had briefly been one of Papa’s sidekicks. He even looked a bit like Uncle Tetsu, though they weren’t related.
The other man was blond, tall, with a costume in dark blue, with red highlights, boots, and gloves, along with small, gold pipe-like structures on his arms.
Ah. So that’s who they got this year.
“Oh, shit,” she heard Monoma gasp. Katsumi resisted the urge to cackle. He was having a bad day for surprises.
“Why so down, little cousin?” the man in red and blue, the Hero called Boost Rush, Daichi Monoma, asked. He was a tall man, towering over his cousin.
“I am the average height for my age!” Monoma snapped back. “You could have at least told me you were going to be here!”
“And spoil the surprise?” Boost Rush asked. He had the same arrogant, Monoma sneer all of them seemed to master. Katsumi had to fight the urge to laugh again. Monoma’s misfortunes were always funny. On the other hand, he hadn’t actually bothered her in months, no since his failed confession, so she could at least make an effort not to laugh at him when he could hear.
Katsumi’s eyes fell on the last of the four, a woman with light brown hair, who wore a costume in black, green, and orange. There was more than a passing resemblance to Dad’s costume. Her light brown hair was done up in twintails. She had her arms crossed and was smirking. It was an expression very similar to the one Katsumi and her dad often wore.
Katsumi, at the front of the group of students, gave her a smirk right back. “They must be getting pretty desperate to turn to you, Old Lady.”
The woman’s expression instantly shifted to rage. She pointed a finger at Katsumi. “Still got a mouth on you, don’t you, Brat? Well, we’ve got two weeks to beat it out of you.”
“You could try,” Katsumi shot back. “Won’t you have to go to bed too early for that though?”
“Show some respect for your elders!”
“So you admit you’re old?” By now, several of her classmates and 1-B students were staring at her in open surprise. Some, like Sero and Kaminari, had taken several steps back and away from her. Toshi just looked mortified, while Aizawa was burying his head in his hands. Even Lady Luminous and Ravenous looked vaguely puzzled.
“And so it begins,” Dad growled. “Ladies, can we wrap this up?”
“I will when she takes that back.”
Dad just sighed. “Mahoro, you and I both know that’s never going to happen. Can we just get on with it?”
Mahoro Shimano, also known as Vanish Veil, just grinned, but gave Katsumi a look. “This isn’t over, Brat.”
Katsumi smirked right back. “Bring it, Old Lady.”
Aizawa cleared his throat. “If we’re all done?” he asked. He didn’t wait for an answer. “As some of you have figured out, this facility and the surrounding wilderness is a training facility used by the Rookies, a loose configuration of Pro-Heroes and Sidekicks, many of whom attended U.A. together, and of which Water Spout and Doc Clock are also members. They’ve got a varied skillset and are also some of the best trainers in the country; Agencies frequently send their new Sidekicks to them for additional instruction. You will listen to them, you will follow their instruction, and you will not fight with them, no matter your previous or personal relationships with them.” He gave Katsumi and Monoma an extra-long glare.
“Now…” Aizawa went on.
He didn’t get to finish. “U.A. Hero students… think you’re pretty high and mighty, don’t you?” a voice, a girl’s voice, broke in. Whoever it was, they weren’t one of the Rookies. There were five of them, she realized, coming out of the building. Katsumi instantly tensed for a fight, wishing she had the gauntlets from her costume.
The seeming leader of the group took a step forward. She was large, and powerfully built. “We’ll show you all how weak you really are.”
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