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      Published: 2016-11-10 Updated: 2017-12-01 Chapters: 9/? Words: 90247
****** Bloodstained Heroes of Humanity ******
by Unoutan
Summary
     The majority of humans all have quirks and the rare, unfortunate few
     sadly do not, but the thing is...he isn't human. It’s not like he
     could help what he was born as, but human kids can be mean. Yet, he
     can't bring himself to hate them all, especially all the Heroes! A
     Vampire can be a hero too...right?
     Or that My Hero Academia Horror/Supernatural/Creature AU fic starring
     Vampire Izuku!
***** Prologue - Bloody Blues to Come *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Someday…
 
Glowing orange eyes stared at them through the cloud of dust that flew around
from the destroyed buildings. The glare Izuku returned went noticed and the
shallow laughter of their tortured classmate sent a wave of sadness through
them. They had to help them. Somehow they had to figure out how to snap them
out of their blind bloodlust.
A lot of blood was dripping down Izuku’s face, oozing out of the head wound he
got from getting slammed to the ground a couple of times by their disillusioned
friend. The Villains got to his friend and Izuku wanted to make them all pay
for how they did it. He can probably guess what they did to him, but now was
not the time to think about it. They had to focus on the current situation they
are in and how to escape, all together and alive.
Izuku had to make a choice and act fast. Now, before they are all ripped to
shreds.
Iida’s clenched teeth were chattering a little from nervousness, but his face
contorted into a frustrated grimace as he looked down to his throbbing broken
left leg. He staggered a bit as he carefully lowered Yaoyorozu and Kirishima,
both knocked out cold in his arms, to the ground. Thanks to Izuku covering for
him, his broken leg could have been a missing one if he didn’t intervene in
time.
Biting his lip, Iida thought that if only Yaoyorozu and Kirishima were
awake…the more people the more support. All that was left awake were himself,
Todoroki and Midoriya, and the latter may not be up on his feet any longer. The
injuries Midoriya sustained from helping him looked serious and he doesn’t know
how the smaller boy was still standing. He couldn’t understand it, but Midoriya
was always full of surprises. Still, the fear in his gut was even stronger than
when he stupidly confronted the The Hero Killer Stain alone.
Izuku looked at Iida first, next to their two classmates who were down, and
then to Todoroki. He had to make his choice now…he had to.
Todoroki looked to be fine with some minor cuts and scrapes from claws, but the
nervousness of the current problem before them was clear with the sweat going
down his face. Izuku slowly walked towards Todoroki. The approaching Midoriya,
with his messy dark green bangs shadowing his face, was muttering to himself as
he made his way to where Todoroki stood. A piece of broken debris shifted by
Todoroki’s foot when he turned to look at Midoriya’s lips, but he stopped
turning and froze, his shaking hands too, when a low growl started to rumble
from their bloodlust driven friend. The glowing orange eyes were still watching
them all and the two heroes going near each other triggered the low growls
again. Izuku’s muttering stopped too when the upset growls became even
louder...
The class representative let out a frustrated grunt when he spotted Todoroki
and Midoriya moving close to each other. He yelled out to Izuku, “MIDORIYA!
STOP! YOU’RE BLEEDING TOO MUCH. YOU CAN’T-WE HAVE TO JUST ESCAPE AND-”
Midoriya Izuku made his choice.
“Iida-kun! Don’t worry okay? I have an idea.”
“YOU JUST CAN’T ALWAYS-wait…you…M-Midori…ya?”
Izuku turned to his armor-covered friend with a pained, yet reassuring smile, a
smile with all teeth. Iida stared at the smile that gave him warmth in good and
bad moments, time and time again, but he became stunned speechless at the fangs
being flashed at him.
Iida's voice sounded softer, "...What?" And Izuku didn't want to face him right
now.
Eyes closed in his smile, Izuku did not want to look at this friend’s reaction,
and so he turned away fast to focus back on Todoroki again. The green-clad
hero’s smile disappeared into a serious expression when he nodded at his friend
Todoroki and said, “I need your help to contain him.”
Todoroki also noticed the fangs in his friend’s mouth, but chose to say nothing
and think about what said friend just asked him. Fire. All of the horror
movies, television shows, websites that spoke of all the fantasy, superstitions
and legends of monsters zipped through Todoroki’s mind. Midoriya Izuku’s right
gloveless hand moved to his opposite upper arm to touch the claw marks that
dripped blood down his arm. He cupped his hand under the wound to collect some
of his free flowing blood into his hand. The wound was slowly closing, but the
amount of blood coming out of the wound was still enough to fill his palm.
Todoroki focused on his more seriously injured friend and looked to the blood
collecting in his right hand, eyes furrowing in thought. He figured out what
Izuku wanted to do.
“Of course. Midoriya, be sure to dodge as much as you can.”
As an answer, the smaller boy nodded and walked in front of Todoroki when the
half hot half cold hero began to focus on swirling one of his elements in his
palm. The Villains were gone, scattered to the wind, and right now they can
only hope that the Pro Heroes get to them. No help was coming for them. It
would be all on Izuku and Todoroki.
The glowing orange eyes of the bloodlust driven friend stared at Izuku when the
boy put his cupped palm to his mouth and drank the blood in three big gulps.
Splattered red smeared over the sprinkle of freckles over Izuku’s nose and
cheeks when he wiped the extra liquid with his other hand. Todoroki watched the
shoulders of his friend rise when he took a deep breath. Izuku's eyes closed
and then those sharp white fangs caught Todoroki's attention once again like
they did before. Izuku’s green eyes flickered to a steady glow and the growls
of their dangerous opponent before them transformed into vicious snarls. Saliva
dripped down sharp teeth from where the angry growls and snarls originated -
its moving closer to them.
Izuku knew he was the one drenched in the most blood, his blood, so he figured
he likely smelt appetizing to his now non-human opponent...classmate...friend.
He would be the most appealing enemy to rip apart or...eat.
Midoriya Izuku knew this and he made his choice.
The drinking of his own blood sent a little wave of energy through his body,
tickling his cheeks, traveling down his neck, around his torso, down and around
his waist, his thighs and into his toes. No one else was going to help them.
The people who could delicately deal with a feral werewolf, who is their friend
and classmate, were not coming. So, though their plan was unrefined, he would
have to try to do it alone.
A long howl pierced the full moon in the sky. Glowing eyes narrowed, fangs
opened, snarls shot through the air, sharp claws swung out and the two
creatures lunged towards each other.
Vampire fighting against a werewolf. A swirl of fire shot out from behind Izuku
and engulfed them both.
.
.
.
Present Day
 
His back hit the wall pretty hard enough to make his vision shake during
impact. The world spun and the next thing he knew he was sliding against the
wall with a bruise forming on his eye. He held a hand to his injured eye and
glared at the smirking red eyes of Bakugou Katsuki. Both his hands erupted into
small explosions, and then the sounds of the other kids laughter behind him
egged the blond boy on, eager to see something fun happen. It would be fun for
them at least. Izuku felt an arm pull him up on his right side to a standing
position again, steadying his dizziness.
Izuku put down the hand covering his squinting eye, in order to give a serious
look at the lanky, but tall eighth year student next to him. It’s a good thing
Midoriya Izuku distracted Bakugou Katsuki enough that he didn’t lash out too
much at the younger boy with snake scaled skin and sharp yellow eyes with line
pupils staring at him intently.
The younger boy’s flickering long tongue tasted the air frantically in worry
and he held out a clawed hand towards Izuku’s injured face that looked at him,
but flinched back when the older boy shakily yelled at him, “W-what are you
doing?! G-get to your club already or y-y-you’ll be late! G-get outta here!”
The younger boy opened his mouth to say something as he watched tears build up
in his older classmate’s emotive green eyes. Yet, not wanting to be rude to his
savior's kindness, he frantically nodded and threw the scattered colorful yarn
piles, broken knitting needles and some broken up electronics into his
messenger bag and took off running.
“Deku…” Katsuki growled out his name, closer than before and that made Izuku
turn to look at the boy, who has always been the root of his problems, his
suffering. His former childhood friend’s hands immediately grabbed Izuku's
wrists to pull him towards himself, so that he could slam his knee into the
weaker boy’s exposed stomach. Watching the pathetic boy fall into a ball while
holding his stomach made him even more annoyed at the waste of space. “Stop
interfering with shit that you’re not a part of. That fuck said I’d never
become a good hero.”
Gritting his teeth from the pain and rubbing his face against the cool floor of
the empty classroom to soothe his face, Izuku whispered, “Y-you’re…y-you are p-
proving him right.”
Katsuki kicking over a nearby chair told Izuku he heard him. Grabbing a handful
of Izuku’s dark green hair, Katsuki yanked the quirkless fuck up and that made
the boy grab his forearm to prevent gravity from ripping his hair out. The
audience Katsuki had watching him do all this laughed when they heard Izuku
yelp out in pain.
Katsuki angrily yelled near Izuku’s ear, “Say it louder, you quirkless Wannabe-
hero shit!”
Those watery green eyes shut in the angry tears forming big droplets ready to
fall any minute. Izuku shuffled his feet a bit, Katsuki predictably clouded by
anger did not notice him move to accommodate Izuku’s own shifting in position
to move towards the right direction. He had to aim perfectly when he did this.
Taking a deep breath while snapping his eyes open to look right into those
scary eyes, Izuku’s tears then fell, but Izuku’s contradicting steady voice
yelled in Katsuki’s rage covered face, “I said you’re proving him right,
Kacchan!!!”
Midoriya Izuku braced for impact when Katsuki threw him back with enough force
to cause Izuku to slide toward the classroom entrance and even hit the closed
sliding door. When the injured quirkless boy regained his bearings, he pulled
himself up quickly, slammed open the classroom door and began running down the
semi-crowded hall like a monster was after him. Izuku would think back on the
irony of that thought later. A few giggles here and there, Izuku ignored the
mean spectators in his school, threw on his shoes quickly and ran as fast as he
could out of the school, with an angry Katsuki giving chase. Good thing classes
were already done because, even if it wasn't he might have just decided to
still run since Katsuki is so scary.
.
.
.
It hurts, it hurts, and it hurts, so badly. Tears formed at the corner of his
eyes and dripped down fast, the salt within them prickling the red irritated
skin of his face. His whole small body hurt so much he was shaking from the
pain, but then small, gentle hands touched his face, cupping his cheeks in his
hands and chased the pain away.
.
.
.
Izuku was snapped out of his daydreaming, about the memories he sadly can’t
remember all the detail of. It was due to a yummy smelling katsudon bowl that
was put in front of him on the table. It was his favorite dish and his mother
knew it so well. She always gave it to him as comfort food, even during the
height of heat in the summer, when he was feeling sad and upset.
The bruise on his face and stomach plus the burn on his wrists where Katsuki
hurt him with his quirk activated hands, were already completely healed by the
time he got home from school. However, that does not change that today ended
badly since he couldn’t avoid Katsuki and his groupies in time, since he
decided to help the boy who had snake-like features. Emotionally he was
upset…again, with Katsuki, with human society, with the weak, the strong,
quirks, the quirkless and his utter love of it all despite his current
experiences.
He didn’t want to think about it right now though and Izuku shook his head
rapidly to dispel those thoughts. So when he doesn’t want to think existential
things, Izuku goes back to the memories he can’t remember and tries to remember
them by thinking of as much details as he can. Whether it was due to him being
too young or Katsuki’s abuse finally permanently getting to him, Izuku does not
know why he can’t remember it for he is usually very good at retaining
information. It’s just this memory and that one other memory…the mysterious
nature of the memories kept a special place in his mind. So, every detail he
slowly remembers makes him happy when he remembers them.
This time he remembered how not only was his face hurt during the memory, but
his whole body too…and those hands that touched his face, made him feel better.
Izuku smiled weakly at his mother and said, “Thanks Mom. You always know what
to make me.” He picked up is chopsticks and looked at his mother sit down in
front of him. After taking off her light green nurse scrubs, his mother
immediately threw on temporary clothes and whipped up the katsudon for her son
when she saw his depressed demeanor. He loved his mom so much.
“My my, of course Izu-kun. Eat this snack, slowly so you don’t spoil dinner and
feel better, but do tell me what you are upset about today. Was it them again?”
Izuku caught the hidden emotion laced within the word ‘them’ and he winced a
bit. He really dreads it whenever she gets like this, but he knows it’s normal.
He would too if he was in her position with her hands tied down.
“…Er, yes it was them again,” Izuku swallowed a bite of egg and the fried pork
cutlet, chewed, but made the mistake to look up at his mother’s face. He
swallowed and whispered quietly, “It wasn’t the worst.”
He looked away again as his mother said nothing to him and opened her insulated
thermos dramatically, lifted it to her lips and took a few big angry gulps of
the liquid inside. His own thermos, green in color to differentiate from his
mother’s purple one, began to float up and away from its ignored position next
to his katsudon dish.
“Ehhhhhhh…” Izuku began to sweat nervously from the angry aura his mother was
emitting now, his green eyes darted up and around looking at the household
items that began to float in place inches up in the air. The floating item that
worried him the most was the heavy wooden kitchen knife set with all the knives
in it, on the kitchen counter since it looked the most dangerous. Ten seconds
later everything fell back into place, literally. Nothing broke on a happy
note.
“Sorry…” his mother’s dark green eyes became sad and Izuku’s nervous demeanor
disappeared instantly. Tears began to form at the corner of her eyes and Izuku
moved from his seat at the dining table to comfort her, but sat back down when
his mother simply dried her eyes with her sleeve to say, “I wish you wouldn’t
constantly get hurt by them Izu-kun. I worry about you every day out there.
What if you forget your umbrella, or your sunscreen, your thermos, your bento?
What if you don’t come home in time? What if you disappear or a Villain hurts
you? What if those bullies take it a step too far?!....Just…always try and come
home right after school quickly. And keep trying to avoid them always, Izu-
kun.”
“I won’t give up trying, Mom.” He couldn’t help his smile when he answered this
to his mother. It was a sentence that both pacified her and himself, since no
matter what he never will give up on humans no matter how much they hurt him.
Izuku then noticed something on his mother’s face and it made him giggle out,
“O-oh Mom, hehe, you got a bit, some on your chin,” he pointed to his own chin
with his chopsticks, “and sadly a drop went here too.”
His mother’s cheeks turned a bright pink when her son pointed to his upper
chest and now it was her turn to go, “Ehhhhh!” She quickly wiped off the red on
her chin with a napkin, but there was no saving her white pajama shirt. Her
panicked dabbing of a napkin on her chest merely smeared the red further. “W-
why didn’t you tell me faster?”
“But you were all serious talk and I didn’t want to interrupt you!” Izuku
watched his mother stand up and run towards the bathroom. It was only about two
minutes of frantic and upset sounds from the bathroom, did his mother emerge 10
minutes later from there with a new light blue long sleeved, long pants pajama
set on, a towel over her head, a frown on her face, and the crumpled stained
shirt in her hands. Katsudon snack finished, Izuku opened up his thermos bottle
and yelled out to his mother that was heading towards the washroom, “Did you
manage to get most of the blood out?”
“A decent amount! You watch how you’re eating dinner Izu-kun okay? And then
right after you’re done-shower up!”
“Yes mom!” He felt his fangs automatically elongate naturally in anticipation
for his real food that he didn’t drink yet. The warmed blood inside Izuku’s
green insulated thermos bottle imitated the illusion of newly drawn blood. And
from what Izuku can tell from the drop he licked up hanging from the lid of his
bottle, it was a bunny or some small mammal this time. Obediently, Izuku slowly
drank his dinner as to not have any drop wasted.
Blood is precious.
.
.
.
So here’s the thing. Midoriya Izuku and his mother, Midoriya Inko, are not
human. They’re what popular culture would call Vampires. Since they are not
human, sadly they don’t have quirks or to quote his mother, “To get a quirk
like All Might? Oh no, us vampires do not have quirks, honey. Not like the
humans, but who knows maybe someday past your one-hundredth year you'll get a
special skill like mommy did! I-it’s not…well, common like the human
development of quirks, but you are momma’s cutie baby!”
That statement of his mother is one he never forgot because, he cried so hard
when he was told it at age four. Everyone was getting their cool quirks in his
preschool and yet nothing happened to him.
At that age and even before that, he knew to keep quiet about what they were,
but he did not know vampires did not get quirks like the humans. So, the lie of
him having some bone thing in his foot and being a ‘quirkless’ human in their
eyes, he was immediately singled out, ostracized and or pitied by the people
around him.
His mother’s special skill was to make things float towards her, a small form
of telekinesis, but still it took a lot of time to fight to get and with no
guarantees. The new law that she had to register her powers as something
annoyed her when she did it before, but at least she had something already
since she was an adult vampire who was lucky to be strong enough to develop
something. If and when he manifests something when he reaches past his one-
hundredth year mark, until then he is quirkless. So, he will read and learn
about as much as he can…heroes, All Might, their quirks, how it works, world
history, All Might, puppies, the mating of the peacocks, everything and
anything that is interesting, also All Might-definitely All Might.
As a vampire, they do prefer the night moon than the day sun that burns them,
they do need to drink blood to survive, they can bite people and turn them into
Vampires, but the whole inviting thing, being unable to eat human food even the
garlic stuff is just false. He knows, he tried. However, Izuku sadly found out
he does have a minor garlic allergy and his mom’s friend named Sumi-san who
always comes over to give them food never lets him forget it. He thinks it’s
adorable and enjoys teasing him because, irony. It’s really not adorable...it
is just unfortunate.
Towel draped over his shoulders to protect them from the lingering water in his
fluffy hair, Izuku lazily surfed around on the web getting sucked into an
enjoyable and leisure read of constant information. Sumi-san, whenever his
mother got him to stay longer with a soothing cup of sake spiked tea, would
tell him as much as he can about vampires and culture. That was his main source
on stuff like that, but he also wanted to figure it out and discover the truth
from the false for himself too. Sumi-san did always give him the most fun info
though.
The most recent fun fact about Vampires like them he did not know about was
that being attractive is always a given, similar to puberty of humans, but not
really since it’s more of a charm/natural pheromone thing going on. It was
under the whole natural predator statement Sumi-san always told him. Sumi-san
then pinched his freckled cheeks last week when he brought up how he was
growing into himself nicely. Creep factor shot up by 90% and Izuku called him
out on it with a pout. “The cutest pout,” Sumi-san teased, “and soon everyone
will want you either to be your prey and or your pleasure. Just like your
irresistible mother.”
“Creepyyyy!” Izuku squeaked and his mother immediately flung the fruit bowl at
him teasingly, like she always does every time he says stuff like that and like
always, Sumi-san would smoothly place it back unharmed on our dining table
while lightly chuckling. Then he would disappear into the laundry room, shut
the door and Izuku would open it to find him gone.
Izuku clicked on the search bar on the top right of the site and looked at the
auto-fill options list out, ‘All Might, Flame Hero Endeavor, Best Jeanist,
Blood King, and Eraserhead’ and many others. Smiling at the new updated public
news page of All Might, Izuku spent reading all the new stories and other
things practically the whole night. Good thing tomorrow was Saturday and he is
not a school club person, since his mother didn’t want him to interact with the
other humans more than he had to.
And now here he is in his last year of Junior High School, not much changed,
but he’s learning more about himself, his culture and all of the Heroes he
worships.
“I will be like All Might, someday,” Izuku smiled at his computer screen, All
Might’s grin smiled back at him from the photo online. The next thing he knew,
he was on UA High School’s official site and looking up the entrance exam info
again, like what he has been doing since his first year of Junior high. Come
this Monday, his homeroom teacher said that he would like the majority of
everyone to know for sure which High school they would like to attend. He may
be feeling the future pressures, life pressures, all the pressures, because, of
his decision....still though, he wants to be hero. He knows he can.
His computer light illuminated the steam from the warm mug of blood that was
spiked with a touch of vanilla and sugar, which reminded him to drink it up
before it gets cold. The night is still young and a new All Might rescue video
was just released on MEtube.
Izuku fell asleep by accident at around 12:30AM while leaning on his desk and
using his arms as pillows, rocked to the lullaby of All Might’s cheerful
singing voice. A video he watched a lot for fun and All Might’s voice was just
wonderful, as the special guest in a karaoke themed game show he can hit every
note well. Well, he is All Might.
.
.
.
Izuku blinked a few times and yawned a big yawn, fangs out and everything. A
rolled up magazine thwacked him on the forehead and he immediately put his
fangs away with a giggle at his mother, who simply smiled with a raised eyebrow
at him.
He held out one of the coffees to his mom who took it with a thank you and then
he sat himself down at the dining room table. Shades drawn closed with UV-ray
blocking cloth, the kitchen was pitch black save for the single blue light
surrounding them in the dining area and the green digital clock on the
microwave that read 5:34AM. He was already dressed in a white t-shirt, a simple
oversized gray hoodie that covered his butt and dark green skinny jeans that
crumpled around his ankles a bit since he was too short, while his mother was
in a fluffy dark purple knee length cardigan, a loose dark grey tunic shirt,
black exercise leggings with a white stripe running down the sides and a big
black scarf draped over her neck.
The handwritten note that Sumi-san sent them was in the middle of the table
between mother and son, and as soon as they finished their coffee, they got
moving. Early bird gets the worm...and also less competition. The smell of
sunscreen emitted from the both of them.
Throwing his red shoes on and lifting his surgical mask on his face, Izuku held
open the door for his mother, “I’m glad Sumi-san’s grocery list is back to
normal this week.”
The typed letter in Izuku's hoodie pocket read: ‘P 4 S: 2% Milk, 2 Loaves of
white bread, strawberry jam, 1 strawberry and 1 green tea pocky, a fruit
(whatever is on sale), 2 lbs enoki mushrooms, 3lb frozen chicken breasts,
garlic (sorry adorable brat-ask Inko to touch it), mixed cheese, pasta tomato
sauce, 1 shiro miso, 3 boxes of frozen waffles, sugar free maple syrup, a dozen
eggs, 1 firm tofu, 1 soap sponge and floss.’
“Indeed Izu-kun! I’m so happy! I love it when it’s not too complicated. Last
time gave me palpitations.”
“So many medical things. Someone probably got pretty hurt if Sumi-san handwrote
that they needed all that on the same day. Being a nurse has perks.”
“And having a son to run off to deliver it all quickly has perks. We got an
extra weeks worth of blood for the trouble too. Sumi-san was so sweet and
apologetic about it.”
“Mom, do you maybe…” They both entered the nearby grocery store right at 6:
00AM, the store was empty besides the employees for they technically were the
first to arrive, and Izuku picked a shopping cart for them. “Err…nothing,
nevermind Mom.” How does one insinuate someone having a crush on someone, but
in a way that it’s not too awkward since it is about his own mother’s love
life. Seriously how.
“Okay, Izu-kun,” his mother’s bright as the sun smile made him grin back. “Time
to shop!”
After they finished paying for everything, they placed it all in their secure
and more comfortable to carry recyclable bags for easy travel. With two bags
each, Izuku threw the hood of his hoodie over his head, successfully hiding his
eyes, and his mother put on her pair of sunglasses. Inko wrapped her
lightweight scarf over her face and looked at her son’s successfully covered
face. They kind of looked suspicious to someone looking at them, but the
frequency they did this every week, the morning commuters did not look their
way for they simply blended in with the norm of everyday morning background
filler. It also helped that they kept to the shadows and took roundabout paths
to the more deserted areas of their neighborhood.
The creepy, dilapidated playground area as always their meeting spot. From the
shadows emerged the familiar cloaked figure of Sumi-san. Two sets of green eyes
glowed when they looked at the narrowed yellow eyes that glowed at them in
return. Sumi-san bowed to them silently, which the mother and son duo returned
respectfully. The duo placed the recyclable bags filled with groceries in front
of Sumi-san to look through to make sure they got everything and then he looked
up to Izuku who stood closest to him. He held out one single blue insulated
backpack bag to which Izuku bowed again respectfully when he accepted it. The
young boy slung the backpack on his own back and smiled saying, “Thank you!”
Sumi's deep voice hummed a extended sound and then playfully asked the young
vampire while ruffling his soft, fluffy hair, “Well…adorable, did you touch the
garlic?”
“No I didn’t Sumi-san!” Cue Adorable Pout number three out of five, to which
Sumi reached out with his leather gloved hands to pinch both of the black
peppered cheeks he loves. Inko smiled at the playful teasing moment between her
son and their trusted family friend, her son whined at Sumi to let him go since
he could not talk like this. “Stawwwwp!”
Sumi looked up to smile at the short and cute mother of the boy he liked to
mess with, “It’s been a while Inko. You’re as beautiful as ever and your
offspring is quickly following after you.”
“Oh you tease me on purpose just to see me flustered each time.” Inko placed
her hands on her warm cheeks. A fang filled smile was Sumi-san’s response and
under that big black cloak, the white of his teeth stood out even more in the
darkness surrounding his face.
“Owww…you’re lucky that you‘re fun to talk to…” Izuku pulled down his surgical
mask to rub his now released cheeks from the prison of pinch penitentiary.
Sumi smiled at Izuku and then heaved all four of the bags onto his arms and
shoulders and bowed at them again saying, “Maybe we can chat tomorrow about
things then after hours. Thank you for your hard work!”
Inko grinned at the tall, cloaked man and answered, “No, thank you for you hard
work Sumi-san. As always you are always welcome to come by our home anytime. I
hope to see you tomorrow then!” Walking behind a pole, Sumi disappeared and the
family duo moved to head back home and rest.
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Saturday and Sunday passed in a fun-relaxing blur with his mother that
consisted of, baking a batch of double dark chocolate chips with a teaspoon of
blood in them, watching four movies together (one martial arts movie, one
Present Mic music video compilation and two horror movies that were more funny
than scary with all the bad effects) and talking with Sumi when he arrived. The
young vampire also spent the rest of his time researching, writing down a bunch
of things in his hero notes and then binge watching a two whole seasons of a
sports anime. So much drama, so much shipping material, the main character is
so cute and the whole thing is just about cycling.
Then when Monday came and his teacher passed out a paper that said list the
three top schools you’d like to go to. He only filled in the first one with UA
High School and he didn’t know what to put for the rest, so he put a line
through 2 and 3. He knows not having a back up is bad, but this is his true
feeling and those feelings are with the prestigious UA Hero High School, where
all the top heroes attended...where All Might went.
Classes went by normally, until their homeroom teacher announced at the every
end of class that day that he read everyone’s choices of which schools they
wished to attend. He spoke of a few people, but when he got to saying, “Bakugou
Katsuki,” he blew up…pun intended. The blood in his veins pumped harder with
his excitement, Izuku could hear it swirling around like a tsunami ready to
destroy all in its path. The lively blond was laughing at the class until his
teacher decided to single him out for wanting to go to the same school as
Bakugou Katsuki. The class laughed when Katsuki exploded in anger that Izuku
even thought he could think of applying to UA High. Izuku fell to the ground
from Katsuki making the top of his desk explode, the force blew him back and
out of his chair. Fear made Izuku crawl away and tremble at his angry-as-always
former childhood friend until his back hit the wall.
“N-no wait, K-Kacchan, I-I don’t want to c-c-compete against you…” his cursed
his own trembling, but human quirks are scary, especially Katsuki since he
likes using it on him. Scary, but forever intriguing and enticing. Even if as a
Vampire, he has some leverage with the advanced healing and charm/attraction,
they might as well be quirkless in the presence of the new humans, until they
reach age one hundred+ and maybe obtain a power that always varies, if they are
strong enough to even get them.
The day at school today was a bit more horrible than the rest with Katsuki
hinting for him to kill himself and exploding one of his latest hero notebooks,
only to finish it off by throwing it out the window. Besides the new low
Bakugou Katsuki stooped by encouraging suicide, he worked really hard on his
Hero notebook for all his hero notes are important, especially since Izuku
wants to become a hero. A non-human hero for the humans is an idea most people
would laugh at in their community, but everything about All Might. All Might
with his smile, his confidence and power…his everything is just so, well,
admirable…honorable. Izuku looked at the little cut on his hand that slowly
began to heal up, a stray drop of his blood was about to slip to the ground.
Using his other hand to wipe away the angry tears, self-loathing and
contemplation building up around his eyes, Izuku licked the stray drop of his
blood. The word honorable echoed in his mind. A split second his eyes glowed
green and he moved to go retrieve his destroyed notebook outside.
If the humans can be admired, honored and…. loved, why couldn’t he? Even if he
is considered a quirkless…weak vampire, he could. He could just like All Might.
However, Izuku did not know that his day is about to get even worse. When he
finished picking up his destroyed notebook, Izuku pulled out his almost empty
water bottle and paused in the middle of the street, under an overpass, to
finish it all.
Out through the gaps of the sewer grate behind Izuku emerged a human made of
filthy sludge.
 
To Be Continued.
Chapter End Notes
     Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it for I really wanted to
     write this story since it has been in my head for a while. I finally
     was able to publish it on here and I'm so happy! Also, I am sorry for
     any grammatical errors, I try really hard to catch everything but, I
     won't be surprised if something slipped through. This is my first
     story in a long time from not writing. Thank you for the support and
     I shall update a frequently as I can! <3 -Unoutan
***** Prologue part 2 - A Bloody Fate Filled Day *****
Chapter Summary
     Warning: Blood, Violence, Bakugou Katsuki being Bakugou Katsuki, very
     cute Izuku at age four and a little tasteee of some Bakudeku. Pun
     intended.
     Enjoy!
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Present Day...
Green eyes flashed out in shock when the filthy sludge human took him by
surprise, wrapped itself around his body and began trying to suffocate him. He
closed his eyes, tears forming at the corners, when the human made of sludge
forced itself into his mouth, over his nose and around his throat, tying to
kill him. Izuku’s legs kicked and his arms grabbed, but he could not fight the
liquid form that slipped between his fingers, oozing out around them. No matter
what he did it was no use.
The sludge quirk human was laughing in Izuku’s ears, mocking his agony and
encouraging his death, faster and faster, so that the body will be his own to
control. He wanted an empty vessel to puppet around, so Izuku will give it to
him. However, the laughter was overpowered, for in Izuku’s mind his mother’s
voice was stronger.
A memory of her voice echoed in his head. Her loving voice was from a random
session of his basic training that he was grilled on since he was a young
blood, “Remember my cutie baby…the blood that flows through you is controlled
by you and you only, Izu-kun. It warms your cute cheeks and beats your small
heart for all to see.”
Mocking laugher echoed around him, watching the life leave the boy it ensnared.
Panic filled the mind of the struggling boy within the muck and the world
started to spin. Everything started to swirl fast into the darkness, but then
the rest of his mother’s words gave him comfort, “…but life is only an illusion
for our kind.”
Everything went black.
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The sludge villain stopped his laughter when the boy’s movements slowed to a
stop and slumped within his hold. That wasn’t fun. Sure he needed a body fast,
but the boy couldn’t even hold out just a bit longer. “Weak, quirkless, of
course.”
The sludge villain’s eyes squinted in amusement at the dead body of the
quirkless boy floating inside his body. The boy was plain looking, short, kind
of skinny, but overall still a good body for him temporarily until he got a
more suitable one to escape the city, away from the freaking number one hero
hot on his tail.
The sludge villain smiled, but that smile turned into fear as soon as the
supposed to be dead boy’s dark green eyes glowed within him, the green light
bouncing around the sludge making the glow much brighter. The surprise of what
happened next made him almost drop the boy completely. The green light glowed
like a halo around the not so dead boy’s face, making the shadows on the planes
of his face frightening, as he coughed out all of the sludge inside him.
A part of the goop still encircled around the dead boy’s body told him that the
boy moving at this moment was moving without a beating heart.
“You-you-you w-w-were,” the villain stuttered out in fear induced confusion, a
few parts of the sludge stopped moving and as a result, transformed back into
human parts. Wrong move. That was the Villain’s major mistake for Izuku eyed
the stray body parts within the sludge.
The boy with the non-beating heart lunged out and grabbed the sludge villain’s
arm, which the villain immediately tried to turn back into sludge, but wasn’t
quick enough. Instincts taking over, Izuku sunk his fangs into the partially
transformed forearm of the sludge villain and drank deeply, the blood sped into
him, beating his heart once, twice, and spreading within him.
The floating eyes of the sludge villain began to roll back and its disgusting
form began to slow in their movements.
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From the darkness, someone stayed hidden. They observed the scene before them
with calm calculations, ready to help Izuku if he looked to be in danger again.
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There was a lot of blood.
Blood spurted out, some turning into sludge as they slipped down Izuku’s jaw
and hit the ground. However, the blood Izuku managed to drink remained what he
needed it to be and it was snapping him out of his daze, slowly, one gulp at a
time. After about a whole minute, Izuku blinked a few times, his green glowing
eyes faded out to normal, and he looked at what he held in his hands. It was a
limp, severed forearm, which began to drip between his fingers as the twitching
index finger moved. The left over blood that fell from Izuku’s mouth and
stained the white shirt of his school uniform turned into sludge again, the
sludge rolling off him to join the main mass, leaving no red stains. The main
mass of the sludge villain was still moving slowly, but a lot weaker around him
and the grip on his body loosened.
Raising a shaky hand up to cover his mouth, Izuku muttered quietly under his
breath, “What…did I? I…moved on my own and,” he really wanted to write down
what just happened to him. He wished he could. He can’t remember much, but the
muttering boy focused back to the situation he was in when the sludge villain’s
muck slowly began to tighten itself around him again.
Izuku screamed when it was crawling up his chest, slamming his arms to his
sides, and creeping up around his neck again, “AHH NO STOP! AHH-” The sludge
human was angry and that anger pushed him through his weakness.
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He needed to get away, away, away. The dizziness in the sludge villain’s mind
and body slowed him, but he needed this kid. He needed this creepy, crazy,
scary ass kid now, he’s the only person, the only person here-He needed to get
away right fucking now before the number one hero arrives and-.
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The person hidden within the darkness of the trees moved to help, but stopped
when someone very troublesome arrived. The person watching them disappeared.
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“DO NOT WORRY, KID!” An iconic voice pierced the tense situation, their fist
raised high from performing a powerful punch.
Izuku snapped his head to look at the sewer grate flying up and hitting the
ceiling of the underpass bridge, then to the ground with loud clangs. His green
eyes sparkled from pure excitement and happiness when he saw who came to rescue
him.
All Might, with his trademark grin, appeared before Izuku and the sludge
villain to say, “FOR I AM HERE! TEXAS SMASH!”
Izuku fainted.
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Slapping woke him up, the feeling of someone lightly slapping his face, woke up
Izuku from his not-fanboy-dizzy-spell and he could not believe who was in front
of his eyes, hitting him. It was All Might. AHHHH. That grin, those muscles,
that pose, he’s so handsome and those muscles. Izuku had to calm himself down.
“Ah! Thank God!” All Might stood up straight and carefully helped him up off
the ground. Izuku treasured this moment with his hands being held by All Might.
Calm down Izuku.
He couldn’t really calm down, so he took to staring wide eyed at the number one
hero right in front of him, the number one hero All Might who just touched him,
All Might the hero who hit his face…his face stung a bit, all worth it. Izuku
just had say something, anything. He yell out, “HOWWW?!”
He also wanted to scream ‘what happened’ too. He did not do that though when he
looked at the sludge villain contained within a plastic bottle in All Might’s
hands.
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“Thank you for your help in capturing this villain!” All Might held up the
plastic bottle towards the young boy before him to see and then he placed the
contained villain on his person, safe and sound in his pocket, ready to be
handed to the authorities. The notebook that the young boy dropped before he
apprehended the villain, he already took it upon himself to sign his signature
since his fans always end up asking him. He knows that he has to be one step
ahead, or two, at all times. Still, he wishes he can linger to check on the boy
more thoroughly, to know that he is completely uninjured, but-All Might looked
at the boy’s ruffled uniform and his scuffed hands with no blood anywhere on
him-…that’s good because, sadly-
“Can you please sign my…” the young boy opening his notebook started to ask
him, but he saw that he already signed it. The young boy proceeded to bow very
dramatically towards the hero he admired; the blood probably was rushing back
and forth in his head from the force of his bows. “Thank youuuu!!! I will
treasure it, I will treasure it as a-“
-he could not appreciate the smile of the newly rescued boy for he must go. He
is running out of time.
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All Might told Izuku that he should keep up with him in the news, television
and on other social media outlets, but the boy felt it was too quick of a
meeting. He knew he would not get another chance.
Izuku held out his hand and just-The wind blowing in his face was pulling at
him so hard, he wondered how he even managed to still hold onto All Might’s
leg. He had to talk to him. He needed to ask him questions in person. He needed
to know, from the mouth of his favorite, the number one hero, if he could also
become a hero even if he is considered quirkless…and not like the rest of the
humans.
The smell of blood that was at the corner of All Might’s mouth was hidden away
by the fast moving smell of the city air as the two of them soared through the
blue sky. However, as soon as the two landed on the roof of the building and
the wind was calm, Izuku noticed the faint smell that surrounded All Might, a
smell that the boy should not notice and All Might would not forget this
moment.
Izuku let go of All Might’s leg, slowly stood up and watched the hero walk a
bit away from him, whispering to himself. Forgetting all shyness and
nervousness, Izuku asked his hero, “….Um, All Might, sir. Are you...hurt?”
All Might’s back was to him when he asked this, so he could not see his face,
but the hero became still. The hero also remained silent, very silent.
It was then that Midoriya Izuku slapped a hand over his mouth at the rudeness
he might have insinuated from asking that. He looked down at his red shoes and
nervously spoke, “N-no I mean, c-can I ask you a question, please? It’s um…can
I become a hero even if I am not like everyone else…without a quirk? I do not
know, but…I think it is very wonderful to save people. Even though I’m not…”
“…” All might did not say anything and Izuku could not bring himself to look up
yet, so he took the silent invitation to continue speaking.
“Even though I’m not like most humans…or any of the pro heroes like you, but I
want to smile while saving people, smile fearless and be a strong hero like
you.”
“…” No answer from All Might.
So, Izuku looked up at his hero All Might, but ended up screaming, “EHHHHH!”
Smoke.
And out of the smoke was another man in front of him. His form much skinnier
than All Might’s, but the man still had the same hair as All Might. However,
those long blond bangs drooped down like a sad rabbit instead and that made
Izuku panic.
Without any malice, but with all the shock, a bunch of unfiltered accusations
spilled right out of Izuku’s mouth. He accused the thin man before him of fraud
and in return, the man did not say anything, only silently stared right at his
face completely unbothered by Izuku's words. The dark sunken eyes of the man
made him look a bit skeletal, but with the way he stood, the way he held
himself still looked exactly…exactly like All Might. To which the man firmly
announced, “I am All Might.”
A single cough made blood pour out of the man’s mouth and Izuku screamed again.
The smell of blood grew stronger.
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Somewhere else at that moment…
 
Stupid Midoriya Izuku, always with his unobtainable dreams that he keeps aiming
for, trying to get to the same dream that he is trying to obtain. He thinks he
can be his equal or something and it pisses him off every time the boy tries to
one up him. Izuku was always like that ever since they both were kids and he
never changed despite being a part of the useless 20% of the population.
Those little hands that used to grab onto his shirt, hold his arm, his hands
and that squeaky voice always told him that he was just, “So cool Kacchan!
You’re amazing, Kacchan!” Those same stupid sparking green eyes, grinning at
him like he is the best thing ever, then later filled with concern and worry
when his ‘Kacchan’ managed to hurt himself in the past…looking down on him.
And with those same looks, Izuku would always come back happy even if he keeps
getting put down each time. He'll come by and say the weirdest shit, say he saw
the weirdest shit and always did the weirdest shit …like how he sometimes
mutters to himself when he thinks he is alone (sometimes when he is not alone)
and that one time he ran off into the trees and didn’t come back. He did not
forget it…whatever. The creepy fucking dork didn't die or get kidnapped from
that, he always just did what he wanted-taking hero notes and trying to enter
the same prestigious hero school UA High as him.
It is impossible for Izuku and yet he freakin’….
Katsuki balled his shaking hands into fists, shoved them into the pockets of
his loose pants, and trudged a head of the two people that were following him.
He wasn’t in a good mood and he can blame Deku for ruining it. He will blame
him for it. Two sets of shoes shuffling against the street rushed to keep pace
with him.
These two people always followed him everywhere and their names were…Guy one
and Guy two. The lemmings, but they provided some use like background
commentary, splitting the pay when it comes to food, the arcade and stuff when
he wants to go out. They always offered.
Speaking of always offering stuff, one of the guys handed him a can of melon
soda, which he grunted in response and drank it all in one go. The other guy
said something about how he might have gone too far with bulling his childhood
friend, but the concern was erased since after he said that he chuckled. The
other guy who gave him a soda joined in the laughter.
Those shits.
The soda can in Bakugou Katsuki’s hand exploded, giving him clarity in his
thoughts, and the two lemmings behind him shut up from the sudden explosion he
made. The blond boy screamed out, “Shut up about it! It’s all his fault for
trying to get in my way anyway, that damn Dekuuuu…” Bakugou kept facing forward
as he walked faster with heavier steps.
Izuku’s face popped into his mind, the wet eyes filled with anger towards him.
Okay, maybe telling him to go kill himself might have been-
-But the scent of smoke coming closer to him, conveniently made him forget that
train of thought, and the explosive boy turned around to yell at the two
lemmings behind him, “Stop fucking smoking near me! I don’t want to get into
shit, get it put on my school record and…”
The two lemmings behind him looked as if they’ve seen a ghost. One of them
pointed behind him, shaking in fear like he was about to piss himself. From the
liquid on the ground by his feet, Katsuki thinks he just did. What the hell
made them-
An unfamiliar dark voice, dripping with something wet, spoke behind him, “Just
my luck! A new body for me with a substantial quirk!” Huge jaws opened wide
behind Bakugou Katsuki, ready to devour him.
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Rooftop Confession…
 
The man before him was All Might. After the initial shock, Izuku listened to
him explain what happened to him. Despite the dread he had for what happened to
him, underneath it all there was a power and strength that was going on strong.
Holding up his shirt to expose his wound, with no special effects or censoring
his words, All Might revealed to him his well-kept secret from the world. Izuku
was shaking from the revealed truth about All Might. Even if this happened to
him, he was not stopping his professional pro hero work even if he could only
do it for 3-4 hours max a day.
It was a well-kept secret, until him…
Then All Might said that he should become a policeman. The slow sinking feeling
in the pit of Izuku’s stomach fell down with a splat. The words All Might said
after that held a truth he knew and did not wish to face…he…he-he remembered
his mother’s tears. He remembered her apologies in his ear, as she held him,
rocking him through his tear-filled emotions when he was a child, “I’m sorry.
I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Thinking back, her apologies were an apology to many
things she did not say: “I’m sorry for humanity being different. I’m sorry for
us being different. I’m sorry for you being different. I’m sorry you can’t be
who you want to be.”
All Might left him on the rooftop, the scent of his warm sunny day scented
blood lingering in the air.
Izuku stayed on the roof for a few moments, taking in the smell a bit more
deeply than he wanted to admit, and then he slowly exited the same way All
Might did. There was a smear of blood on the handle railings of the stairs. He
stared at it, but with a big sigh he pulled out his green thermos and took a
few of the last sips of the blood his mom packed him for lunch.
He walked away from All Might’s blood, down a few steps, paused and sighed as
he walked back up to wiped up the blood with his handkerchief, that was always
located in the back pocket of his school uniform, sandwiched it within the same
notebook that also held All Might’s signature and placed it in his backpack.
Even if the number one hero told him he could not become a hero…letting it go
would be very hard.
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A Turning Point…
 
His feet brought him here. Or was it fate taunting him? Izuku does not know,
but he told himself that he would not look, that he would walk past and ignore
the explosions and utter chaos happening across the street.
He looked. Pathetic.
Tears were in his eyes and in his heart too, he was weeping from within and he
called himself pathetic again, just to hammer the feeling in. Everyone kept
telling him not to think about heroic things because, he couldn’t…he
shouldn’t…he walked up to the crowd of spectators anyway.
A few heroes were on the scene already on a happy note, but they were not doing
much besides damage control and protection of the spectators. The Pro Heroes
couldn’t do anything, but watch paralyzed by their decision of having to wait
for a hero more suited to take down the crazy villain.
Then he saw which villain it was.
The sludge villain escaped and it was his fault. The crowd spoke of All Might
this, All Might that, but Izuku eyes were on the person within the sludge
monster this time. It was entirely his fault! Why weren’t the other heroes
helping the person? Why were they standing back? Why were they waiting?!
They’re wasting time and the hostage might die! The young vampire looked at the
person fighting within the sludge and he hoped a hero would come save them
soon.
Please. Someone, anyone, come now.
Izuku whispered to himself, “I’m sorry,” to the hostage despite knowing that he
is only a weak vampire, a quirkless, powerless thing, with barely any power
that he can muster any control over, but…he wants to help. Green eyes locked
with the familiar red eyes of his childhood friend inside the sludge monster.
Izuku’s body moved without him and his voice filled with panic, his eyes glowed
green amidst the reds and yellows of the flames engulfing their surroundings,
and he yelled out with all his might, “KACCHAN!!!”
The crowd and pro heroes near by screamed at him, but he kept running forward.
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This muddy thing won’t smother him! He won’t let it, he won’t, he won’t, he
won’t.
It might have been Katsuki’s lack of oxygen or something, but he swore that he
saw someone with glowing green eyes and sharp teeth ferociously charge towards
him. And then came a voice that sounded like ‘Deku’. The sludge tried again to
enter his nose and clog up his mouth. It made him close his eyes in agony as he
tried to cough out the crap trying to suffocate him. His hands opened and
closed without his control and sparks formed, erratic explosions. The thing
trying to kill him suddenly screamed in pain and…stationary rained down from
above Katsuki. His eyes looked to a green pen or something that fell on his
nose, making his eyes cross in his attempt to look at what hit him, but he
looked passed it and saw him.
‘Deku.’
“What the hell are you doing here?!” Katsuki managed to scream at Izuku who ran
up to him and reached out towards Katsuki’s right arm buried inside the muck.
The frustrated boy wanted to blast his way out just to hit Izuku, but stopped
when once again...with his big, mesmerizing, fear filled eyes, Izuku yelled at
him, “BECAUSE, YOUR FACE TOLD ME YOU WANTED HELP!!!”
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Pathetic.
All Might burst into the scene, his smile wide and proud. The crowd cheered for
him as he smashed the villain away with one punch, “DETROIT SMASH!”
In his grasp were the two boys flapping in the wind. When the wind died down,
the rain began to fall over all, even if there was a beautiful blue sky and
sunny out today. The crowd’s cheering became louder. He ignored them to look
down at the dizzy boy with the fluffy green hair laying sprawled on the ground
next to his friend. The very same boy who just recently asked him if he was all
right…voice filled with so much concern…and then asked him if he could be a
hero too. Then he shot him down.
He was pathetic. He wiped away the blood from his mouth and smiled towards the
other pro heroes who rushed towards him, smiles on their faces as well.
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Izuku was on his knees, head bent down and eyes wide in freak out mode as he
got a huge scolding from the heroes, while Katsuki on the other hand received
praise. Katsuki was sat on a curb and he knew his fucking face showed that he
was not in the mood to talk about anything, but still some of them tried to
talk to him about wanting him to be a hero sidekick, hero agencies, how cool
his quirk is and crap. He did not want to think about that for his mind was all
focused on Izuku. The anger was growing in him again. He could see the boy near
him shaking and gripping his knees so hard he might break them.
“Damn it, Deku…” He grit his teeth and continued glaring at the boy. The sweat
dripping down Izuku’s face was annoying him now too. Oh, as soon as they can
leave…
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Later on...
 
“HEY DEKU!”
“Kacchan?” Izuku did not expect his once childhood friend to appear before him
so soon. He looked pretty roughed up, but there was no smell of blood on him
and that gave him some relief. And even though the frown was foreboding, he
looked all right overall. Izuku still became instantly put on guard since he
knew the other boy well enough to know that he would likely get mad, really mad
at him right now, for whatever reason.
“I did not ask for your help!” And there he went. Izuku took in the words of
anger and annoyance, nodding occasionally at the statements ‘piece of shit,’ ‘I
can take care of myself’ and all that, but the young vampire blinked a few
times when the other boy yelled at him, “Do I owe you? Maybe, but fuck you if
you’re expecting an apology.”
“E…eh?” What Izuku did not expect though was that Katsuki would even admit that
he might owe him something. He really wanted to say something else, but he
couldn’t think of the right words after what they just went through together.
Katsuki ignored Izuku’s deer in the headlights expression and spun around
angrily while yelling, “You fucking nerd!” He stormed off towards his home a
few blocks down the street and a stray can was kicked back towards Izuku’s
direction. The explosive boy really wanted to not talk to the piece of crap,
but he just…fucking, wants to go home. He can’t wait to face the roars he is
gonna get as soon as he faces his mother.
A small smile still went to Izuku’s lips. He knew in a way that was an apology,
an unspoken one, but it still counted as something. A childhood friend lost and
turned bully was able to give him that little something. That was enough for
Izuku. Bakugou Katsuki would go off to UA High, there was no doubt about that,
and he would…have to think about someplace else to go to for High School. His
mother told him before that vampires prefer the darkness and everything away
from the spotlight, so being a hero was never a route they took. And since he
was quirkless until he reached past the one hundred mark in age, he could not
become a hero like how the humans do it, like All Might. His time will pass and
so will theirs, but he will leave them behind and continue on as…Izuku’s mind
drifted further off towards everything that happened to him today.
The small smile Izuku had become sadder and sadder till he whispered to
himself, “I can’t be a hero…”
“I’M HERE,” All Might announced dramatically and Izuku yelped as he turned
around to gape at the pro hero that popped out behind him.
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Away…
 
Inko, with her shaky voice, called Sumi about a few dead on arrival kids
dripping in sludge that arrived a few minutes ago and she was worried about her
son walking home alone. Inko had a bad feeling and of course, he’d do anything
for Inko. Yet, Sumi did not expect for this to all happen at one time. First it
was the appearance of the sludge villain he was asked to observe and then the
filthy thing preying on Inko’s child of all children, causing the young blood
to experience his first bloodhaze.
He wanted to intervene before, but he knew a young blood had to go through his
bloodhaze with no interruptions for the best way is to let it out. When one is
near a young vampire like that experiencing a ravenous bloodhaze, it is always
the best decision to stay clear, away, for anyone can be attacked. He was
inwardly proud to know that the boy really tore into that filthy sludge human’s
arm, drained the filth enough to leave it weak, when it faltered to maintain
its shape. The fear the filthy fool displayed was amusing.
That self-proclaimed villain was just an amateur…both in skill and in
reputation. What does one expect from humans? He will leave off his low
expectations of humans, but he will tell what he thinks of the now defeated
sludge villain to his...Young Master.
And then the situation became worse…what bad timing for All Might to show up.
He had to get far away right now. Sumi ran off quickly away from where All
Might appeared in front of Inko’s child. Dark cloak pulled tighter to keep his
identity more concealed in the shadows from any eyes that may be watching. Sumi
disappeared into the closest alley with the most shadow.
If only All Might did not arrive. He could have swept adorable Izuku away as
soon as he came through his haze, dealt with the aftermath of it and taken him
far away from the situation completely and safe back to his mother. There are
other children it could kill on their way home.
Walking out of the shadows, Sumi arrived at the destination he wished and away
from the unknowing number one pro hero, but at least he knows that Inko’s child
will be fine...even if they are with him, of all the pro heroes.
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A Distant Memory…
 
A red rubber ball bounced out of bounds away from huge crowd of kids playing
around the playground of the daycare center. A few trees surrounded the outside
play area, but the high metal fence that blocked off the daycare grounds from
the streets served as the main border incase any of the kids decided to wander
off.
Katsuki smirked at Midoriya, who was sitting in the sandbox area alone minding
his own business, and screamed at him to get his attention, “Hey! Deku!”
Izuku sighed, dusted himself off and shakily walked towards Katsuki. The young
Bakugou Katsuki was playing with a group of kids, ignoring him, so he went off
on his own to play. The way Izuku was sitting made his legs get all wobbly and
Katsuki huffed in annoyance at how slow he was, kicking some dirt up creating a
dust cloud. The fluffy green bangs of Izuku got into his big eyes and so he
moved them out of the way when he stood directly in front of Bakugou Katsuki,
“Yes, Kacchan?”
“Took you long enough. Go get that!” Izuku looked to where his friend pointed
and looked to the red ball and pouted. The two boys were standing close to each
other and Izuku could smell something funny on his friend.
“But Kacchan, you were the one who-“ and his words died quick when his friend
grabbed him, with his left hand, and pushed him towards where the red rubber
ball bounced off. From getting pushed, Izuku recovered quick since it wasn’t
hard a push like usual. He noticed Katsuki used his other arm, so he looked to
the blood on his friend’s right hand, “You hurt your hand!”
When Izuku said that, the blond child frowned hard and hid his injured right
hand behind his back, “It’s nothing! I’m fine! Now, go get my-“ He paused when
the smaller boy went close to him, green fluffy hair hitting his face and
making him sputter at the hair that got into his mouth. “What are you doin-!?”
Red eyes widened at Izuku when the weak boy raised his right hand to lick at
the blood on his palm. Katsuki froze for a moment, mind not processing the
feeling of someone licking him, and so did the two kids he was playing kickball
with. He snapped out of it when he ended up hissing at the boy, who just licked
him a bit too close to the wound he got when he fell over on the cement ground.
Izuku pulled away to look at him with a smile, “Ah, I-I do that whenever I get
hurt and it feels better. S-so I thought that-”
Katsuki stared with his mouth open at Izuku and he seemed to be shaking, “W-
wha-you-j-just go get my kickball already!” The group of kids around Katsuki
giggled when Izuku ended up stumbling when Katsuki decided to push him a second
time and much harder. Luckily he did not fall over from it and just rubbed his
right arm from the rough treatment. Izuku looked at the growing frown on his
blond haired friend’s face and just sighed in resignation.
“Okay...I’ll go, Kacchan,” Izuku ran off towards where the ball went to give it
to Katsuki, who only huffed in more anger at him. He probably shouldn’t have
did that to him…he will make sure not to anymore. Innocently, Izuku licked his
lips to get all the cinnamon like blood of ‘Kacchan’s’ that was smudged on his
lips.
“Weird Deku…” Katsuki shook his right hand with disgust, wiped it on his pants
and turned away from the two other kids watching him while declaring proudly,
“I’m going to play on the swing set.” They cheered and followed the angry child
toward the swings. The wound completely healed when his father picked him up
that late afternoon, but it was something the four-year-old Bakugou Katsuki
forgot all about.
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When Izuku ran into the shadier part of the tree area to find the ball he felt
something was weird. The breeze went away and the sound of everyone playing
went away too. There was only one sliver of sunlight in that dark area of the
daycare center and it landed over him, spotlighting him in the darkness. He saw
something move a bit near the tree next to him.
The way the four-year-old Midoriya Izuku adorably leaned back to look up at the
really, really tall, black cloaked man, made that very man want to reach out
from where he hid in the shadows of a tree near the boy. He wished to pinch his
freckled cheeks like he always wanted to when Inko’s child was an infant. Of
course, he chose not to do it since it would be rude. This was the first time
meeting this child since then and it wouldn’t do to ruin his first impression
when his mother asked him to pick him up from the daycare for the first time.
The man politely introduced himself, “Hello there, Midoriya Izuku-chan. You can
call me Sumi-san, young blood. I’ve known you since you were still an infant,
together with your mother.”
Sadly, Izuku could not see the face of the man named Sumi under his hooded
cloak or remember him from his past. The young one could only see his scary
yellow eyes and that made the boy pout at him in suspicion.
The head of the cloaked man tilted a bit as he said with a deep, yet calm
voice, “Oh dear, did your mother not tell you that I’d be taking care of you
for a little while today?”
The dark cloak billowed in its own breeze for there was no breeze at the
moment. When the man lifted one gloved hand to gesture to the air, the shadow
of the big tree he hid behind widened to accommodate the small boy as well into
the dark. The single spotlight of sun Izuku once stood in was gone.
The boy silently finished picking up the red ball and said with a hesitant
voice, “I-I-If I must d-die, I will e-e-encounter darkness as…a b-b-bra…” The
random English sentence still very difficult for the boy.
“If I must die, I will encounter darkness as a bride. And hug it in mine arms,”
came the immediate response of the cloaked man named Sumi. Izuku gave him a
huge sparkling grin as his reply and it was, Sumi would proudly and without
shame admit, adorable. Sumi rubbed the little boy’s fluffy green hair and
crouched down to be closer to the young one’s eye level, “Your mother was asked
to cover a few extra hours for a friend on call. Her friend had a family
emergency. Would you like to come stay with me at my work for a bit while you
wait for your mother to pick you up later tonight?”
Little Izuku nodded his head ‘yes’, but he pouted again when he looked down at
the ball in his hands, “But…Kacchan. He…h-he wanted…”
“Yes?”
“The-the ball…K-kacchan, well, Kacchan he…wants,” The shyness was probably
making him stutter. Or was it bullying? Sumi remembered the blond brat, the
loud and arrogant brat that pushed Izuku in his direction. Yellow eyes flashed
for a second while staring at the red ball and that caused Inko’s child to
gasped out, scared…his own little green orbs flashing once.
“Oh, I’m sorry Izuku-chan. I’m not cross with you.” Sumi reassured the young
adorable boy before him with a few slow strokes of his hair and then his fast
beating rabbit heart calmed down, “Why don’t you give the ball to me?”
“…O-okay, Sumi-san, but Kacchan.”
“I will toss it over to him for you. I already signed you out, so we can go,
okay?” A cute squeak came out of the young blood’s mouth when Sumi picked him
up and carried him in his arms. The boy placed the ball in Sumi’s free hand and
the man obligingly threw it outside of the shadow towards the light, and right
at the back of the little blond kid’s head.
The kid fell off the swings face first into the sand with a loud and humorous
thwack.
Of course, the young blood could not see or hear his so called friend yelp out,
rub the sand off his face, spit like a vulgar human he was, rub the back of his
head and scream out, “DEKU!! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!” The beginnings of a quirk
tingled in his fingers, but died out for it was not strong enough yet. The
little brat yelled out for the young blood a second time, “DEKU!!!”
Oops.
Sumi heard him though, and it was gratifying, not enough, but gratifying none
the less. While disappearing further into the darkness, Sumi apologized in his
head to the little boy gripping onto his cloak and making himself comfortable
in his arms. That hotheaded bratty human’s steam will die out soon anyway.
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Daycare...
 
Unbeknownst to Sumi and the small Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki shot off into
the darkness of the trees where he knew the weaker boy would be cowering in
fear behind a tree. Even though he did not want to admit it, that kind of hurt
and he wanted to get revenge for that. The anger driven boy wanted to push that
weird big-eyed boy really hard into the sand in front of everyone, so he’d eat
some of the sand too and get laughed at. The ball hitting him hurt and he was
mad about that, but the way the few kids still waiting for their parents to
pick them up at the playground laughed, that made him angrier. He made them
laugh at him.
“DEKU! COME OUT ALREADY!” The little boy stomped around in the shadows of the
trees, running around and weaving in and out of them, looking for the coward
who was probably crying right now. His footsteps slowed when he finished
running around the tree area of the daycare playground and found that the one
he was looking for was not there. The tree area wasn’t even that big of an area
too, without any bushes to hide in, but Izuku wasn’t there. His small left hand
held onto the metal railings of the fence and confusion began to erase his
previous emotions. He pouted up at the tall fence he held onto and peered
through to look for Izuku, but there was no one, just unimportant adults
walking on the street.
The call of his teacher made him frown and walk back towards the daycare
building. His father was waiting for him next to his teacher and the teacher
assistant, who was watching all of them. He looked at the teacher and demanded,
“Where’s Deku?”
The teacher smiled and said, “Ah, he was just signed out a moment ago Katsuki-
kun. I’m sorry that you missed saying goodbye to your friend.”
So, weird, but that’s all he thinks of this. It was just another reason ‘Deku’
is useless, weak and weird.
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Sumi and Izuku...
 
In a blink of an eye, they were in a warmly lit room, with a single twin bed, a
TV, an open closet with clothes inside, a tall book filled bookcase bolted to
the walls, a big office desk with the corners covered with a rubber to prevent
child injuries, and a big cozy looking office chair. It was a humble room,
walls a blank white, but what got Izuku’s attention was the rainbow assorted
crayons and stacks of paper near the dark maroon rug and that made the boy
smile. Nearby, on the twin bed, a spill proof sippy cup with water and a small
plate with two onigiri were on top of the black bed covers.
“Well, Izuku-chan?” When his small feet touched the ground, Izuku politely
removed his red Velcro shoes and then ran to place them near the wall, out of
the way. His mother drilled those manners into him early and Sumi smirked
underneath his cloak at the thought of his Inko teaching him. The scene in his
imagination was too cute.
“Y-yes Sumi-san?”
Sumi turned on the TV, made sure the volume was not too high and made his way
over to where Izuku stood near the crayons and paper, “Can you be a good boy,
stay in here and play by yourself for a bit? I will try to check on you often,
but I will keep an ear out for you. Whisper to the shadows if you want
something such as the bathroom and please, stay inside here okay? Sadly, only
big people like me are allowed downstairs.”
Izuku nodded, a smile on his face, as he replied, “…Only big people? Okay,
thank you Sumi-san!”
To which he happily answered the young blood now scribbling on some paper on
his rug near his bed, “Of course, Izuku-chan.”
Sumi closed the door…locked it and placed the key in his suit pants pocket,
hidden underneath his cloak. Taking off the cloak, Sumi hung it on the standing
coat hanger placed outside of his room in the hallway and took off his leather
gloves. He stretched his hands a bit to exercise them from the fitted form of
the gloves. A full-length mirror was nearby and he looked into it to make sure
he looked alright, since things sometimes get shifted when he uses his cloak.
He adjusted the rolled up sleeves of his white dress shirt, straightened his
dark grey vest, twisted the high metal collar around his neck to be aligned to
his already neat and straighten stripped tie, then looked at himself up and
down one more time. When he was satisfied with how he looked, Sumi went down
the stairs a completely different person.
Back to work.
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Sumi at Work Present Day...
Sharp yellow eyes gleaming bright in the dark misty form of his body, Sumi
stared at the familiar broker sending his trademark smirk directed at him, so
he spoke to address the man with a professional tone, “Ah, Giran-san, would you
care for the usual?”
“I would have maybe five minutes ago, Kurogiri. Just give me a White Russian.
I’m dying for some sugar, all the sugar. Make my teeth rot.”
“Of course.” Giran did not hear his response for he went back to loudly talking
to someone, some unimportant human, on his pink bunny eared touch screen phone.
Something about a possible villain recruit for the league.
Talking about the possible villain recruit…
“Ah, Giran-san,” Kurogiri paused his motions of wiping a drinking glass clean
and said, “I observed your sludge man and he wasn’t good.”
The sleezy broker told the person on the phone to ‘hold up’ and then the human
turned in his direction to say, a little edge to his voice, “He is good enough
with a decent quirk to use. Not really smart, but good for a lacky or a fall
guy when the need calls for it."
Kurogiri said nothing. He just grabbed the vodka and coffee liqueur to start
the creation of the drink for Giran. He'll reveal what he knows later when the
master and the young master arrive, so he can hit two birds with one stone.
Distant Past Sumi and Izuku...
Standing behind the bar, Kurogiri looked at the rest of the bar while he poured
in the first part of the drink and saw that the bar is not full yet. Since the
day was still early, it was not surprising…but at night is when it will become
busier since all the shady characters drop by. Once the sun was gone, they
arrived. Underneath Kurogiri’s black mist a smile formed on his face when the
young master arrived. A black hoodie covered the face of the young master, but
he could feel the young man’s eyes on him. The young man looked taller now,
maybe higher than Kurogiri’s waist and more close to his stomach.
The bartender Kurogiri greeted the slowly approaching young man, in all black,
who just silently hopped up onto the stool in front of him at the bar counter,
“Hello there, young Tomura-san.”
And followed by the Young Master was the Master himself.
In the back of Kurogiri Sumi’s mind the little boy remained playing within the
locked room of his bedroom, away from the League of Villains beneath him.
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Present Day…
When All Might’s famous form went away in a cloud of smoke, the sun shone
brightly behind him and Izuku new at that moment…that no matter what he looked
like this was the hero he grew up to admire so much. The sunlight highlighted
All Might’s statuesque form stood tall before him, a human full of all the
power in the world, a human with all the goodness, all the passion, and with
the world that rested heavy on his thin shoulders.
“You can become a hero,” The words All Might proudly told him brought him to
tears as soon as he said that towards Izuku. Izuku fell to the ground sobbing,
his salty tears dripping onto the cement ground where he sunk to his feet and
hung his head low, his body shaking with all his heavy emotions. The fangs in
his mouth came out by themselves as he cried his heart out. “You’re the one who
is worthy to inherit my strength.”
Izuku’s tear and snot covered face looked up at All Might in confusion, however
he did not notice his own white vampire fangs that went past his quivering
lips. All Might laughed for two seconds at the expression the young boy made at
him, but stopped when he saw the fangs and the green eyes that were bright in
the sunlight that reflected off them.
“H-huh?”
All Might eyed the fangs and bright eyes of the boy, then gestured to them
curiously, “A small mutation quirk?”
“M…mutation?” Izuku raised his eyebrow and then immediately touched his fangs,
the sharpness of them cut into his finger. “Well…um, not really.” His mother
and Sumi are gonna kill him if they ever find out, but All Might shared so much
with him already…a stranger...so maybe he could, maybe he could tell him, “Um,
can we go somewhere more private? I have something to tell you and well, i-it's
a secret.”
The pro hero held his hand out down to the boy for him to get up, the second
time today, and gave the boy a smile, “You and me both. Come on, I know a cool
place and there’s apple pie, on me.”
 
To Be Continued.
Chapter End Notes
     Surprised by Sumi being Kurogiri Sumi? I really like his character in
     the manga and his design is so cool with the mist and those eyes.
     Also, anyone found it weird that in the first chapter, All Might and
     Izuku talked about his super secret One for All Quirk in the middle
     of the street? Okay, sure there was no one on the street, but still
     it’s not really incognito enough and anyone can walk up to them, and
     someone could…open their bedroom window or do somethin' like listen
     in on them. lol Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Can’t wait
     to write more. Be sure to show love! -Unoutan
     “If I must die, I will encounter darkness as a bride. And hug it in
     mine arms.” –William Shakespeare from the play Measure for Measure, a
     tragic comedy that centers on love, sin and sexuality. And isn’t that
     foreboding?
     Kurogiri canonically has no first name, but I gave him the name Sumi
     like the black ink, Japanese Sumi ink, since his wispy form has cool,
     rough brushstrokes. So in this fanfic Kurogiri’s full name is
     Kurogiri Sumi.
***** Prologue part 3 of 3 - A Bloody Unfortunate Coincidence *****
Chapter Notes
     Enjoy! Last Prologue and things start picking up with Izuku, Katsuki
     and for a short cameo (for now), our favorite heterochromatic eyed
     hot and cold hero too. Wink.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
 
Before Training…
All Might held up a hand when a knock was at the door. The closed off private
booth area of the touristy American diner themed restaurant was where All Might
and Izuku were currently together, talking and eating. It was Izuku’s turn to
tell him about his own non-human secret, but then the waitress just arrived
with their dessert.
A hearty slice of cherry pie, complete with whipped cream and a scoop of
vanilla bean ice cream on the side, was placed before Izuku and across from him
the thin man with him received a slice of apple pie. The waitress smiled at
Izuku and the man she does not know is All Might when they both thanked her in
unison, taking the two empty plates of food with her eight tentacle arms. One
of the tentacles slid open the door, while the other did a little salute at
them when she exited.
All Might picked up his spoon, to which Izuku awkwardly copied and took a bite
of their own slices of pie. 
Izuku’s eyes lit up, “This was really good!” And the man who was treating him
to an early dinner looked glad that he liked it. Izuku’s phone buzzed and he
apologized again for the third time to text his mother back a reply: ‘Kacchan
refused the offer, saying he was fine and didn’t need pity food, so he’s not
here with me. The friendly cop took me to the really popular American
countryside themed eatery named ‘American Dream.’ I’ll see you soon and I
promise I’ll tell you all about the sludge villain incident.’ 
About five seconds later his mother answered back, ‘Okay cutie baby, just text
me when you get out of there...or I’ll pick you up myself with Sumi-san’s
help.’ 
‘No need to pull Sumi-san from work. Happy hour starts right now for him, and
you know how busy he gets. No worries Mom, I love you!’
‘Love you more.’
Izuku looked back to All Might, who was almost half way through his apple pie,
and apologized, “Sorry, my Mom, again…she’s just really worried about me.”
“It is alright, it is not something you should apologize for when I just took
you to eat out with me suddenly, right after the sludge villain incident. You
should be with your mother, at home, but I just couldn’t wait.”
“It’s okay All-er, Toshinori-san, I couldn’t wait either.”
“Yes. Before the waitress arrived with our pies, I just finished telling you
all you needed to know about my quirk. It’s your turn now to tell me what you
needed to tell me.” The number one hero raised the spoon of sweet apple into
his mouth and chewed slowly.
Izuku may have just blurted this out there too quickly, “I’m not human.” 
All Might coughed out his piece of apple, a little blood too from what Izuku
can smell, into a paper napkin. Izuku winced at the mini-coughing fit he caused
the thin man before him to have and handed the older man his own glass of
water, which the man gratefully accepted. After calming down All Might asked
him with a calm tone with no hint of rude condescension, but polite inquiry
with a small touch of natural disbelief, “Not human?” 
“W-…Well…Toshinori-san, um,” going against all the protocols his mother and
Sumi taught him he continued to explain, “Well, my m-mother…was born sometime
during the Meiji Era. She never told me the year because, she said it’s rude to
ask anyone that, but she gives me hints sometimes when she wants to humor me.
I’ve narrowed it down to 1871-1989 so far. F-for me though, I was made only 14
years ago, is what my mother told me. Please believe me! The media has some
made up a bunch of stuff when they portray us vampires. We can eat human food!
It always tastes better with some blood, but we can, and garlic doesn’t bother
us…well it bothers me, I have a mild allergy to it, but we don’t sleep in
coffins all the time or sparkle in the sun-the sun actually does hurt us, so we
gotta put on really good sunscreen all the time and-and…”
“Young Midoriya, deep breaths.”
So, Izuku followed All Might’s calming order, but had to look away from the
older man’s face when he sadly told him, “I understand if you don’t want to
associate with someone who is…not human, so I won’t be hurt if you change your
mind about me being your apprentice…” The number one hero stared at the
flickering red to green eyes, that chose to remain looking away from him, and
also at the fangs that elongated within the partly opened mouth of the young
Midoriya.
All Might took note of how the boy’s other features make themselves known
during times of emotional stress…and the man now wonders if this has ever
happened during times of duress; Such as the sludge villain incident. That
won’t be good for fights of he is to become a hero since he non-human cover
will get blown too easily. He’ll have to ask him about that, but now was not
the time. The smile on All Might’s face made Midoriya confused, but then
understanding dawned on him when the hero began to eat his apple again and say,
“I do not know much, but I am aware of supernatural beings. There is a minority
within the hero industry and the police force included, more so in the police
force actually. They are not too many, but they are there.”
“R-really?!” It was like a weight was lifted off his shoulders and the worry of
being rejected…or worse was gone from his thoughts, doubt all gone. His eyes
and teeth immediately turned back to normal when he excitedly asked All Might,
“There really are?!” 
His mother told him that most of the others similar to them do not like drawing
attention to themselves, preferring to live a life with little interaction with
humans…besides for the select few who only see humans as food, or a cruel means
of entertainment. The fact that All Might told him that there are some who are
doing what he wants to do gave him much happiness and hope. 
“However, I must admit, I’ve never met a vampire before…”
Izuku took a small bit from his cherry pie and then said thinking aloud, “I
don’t think many vampires join in human dominated fields, or any field that may
bring too much attention to themselves.”
“Oh?” 
“The older vampires that I know told me that we are a borderline antisocial
race, even amongst the others that choose to only interact with our kind. I
don’t really like that kind of thinking…” 
All Might smiled down at the boy who muttered that last part of his sentence,
head bowed down to look at his lap, a little frown on his face. To cheer up the
boy, the number one hero said, “Well, from what I’ve seen today you like
interacting with those who are human. You’re talking to me aren’t you?”
A light chuckle came from Midoriya and All Might felt glad when the boy sat up
straight to ask him a question with excitement at full power again, “May I ask
you something? You said that you know some in the hero industry and police
force who are non-human?”
“Yes, I know of two and then a bunch of acquaintances in the police force who
revealed themselves to me when they found out I was aware. The specific two I
know of are not really friends, but more so from Pro-hero to another Pro-hero
standpoint since we’ve allied more than once. One is part succubus and she’s a
bit of a handful at times, but she means well and was the one who revealed
herself to me-” 
Izuku made a little ‘oooo’ of interest when All Might said ‘succubus.’ And All
Might immediately realized the last thing he said could be taken the wrong way
by a young boy who is underage and at the time of puberty…'what is vampire
puberty anyway' thought the hero. Still he regretted saying that his succubus
friend ‘revealed’ herself to him, so he continued on to fix his words, “-to be
a good hero to fight along side.”
There. That sentence sounded more appropriate. If Midnight were here she’d
never let him live it down and keep throwing sexual puns at him just to make
him more embarrassed. And even though All Might did not reveal the identity of
the part succubus associate, for respect of privacy, the boy oblivious to his
pun blunder was in his own world for the boy was mumbling to himself, “There
are sixty-nine female identifying heroes who utilize their sensuality as part
of their hero image, but only thirty-eight of them have powers that openly
exhibit sensual based quirks, oh but, that does not mean that their quirk is
related to their other succubus abilities, so it’ll be impossible to even
narrow down unless-“ This was new. 
All Might blinked a few times at the boy who was clearly a hero fanboy, but he
had to admit the exact knowledge and clear analysis the boy knew at the moment
was quite impressive. Such an interesting boy…er, young vampire boy, this
Midoriya Izuku is. However, he did need to snap him out of it before he
continued down this tangent about sensually based heroes, “…M-Midoriya?”
The young vampire shoved a huge bite of cherry pie into his mouth to stop
himself and when he gulped it down he apologized, “Y-yes, sorry T-Toshinori-
san.” The blush on the boy’s face was as red at the little bit of sweet cherry
sauce at the corner of his mouth. Now, know that the boy is a vampire, All
Might held in his amusement as best as he can at the ironic red dessert the boy
chose to eat. The boy then calmly asked him while wiping away the corner of his
mouth, “W-what about the other one you know of?” 
“We don’t see eye to eye, so I don’t know what he is, but the Pro-hero who is
part succubus hinted that he is something. She said that she doesn’t know what
he is either. She said that he just has that really subtle aura about him and
she can’t figure it out. Anyway, I don’t mind what you are, human or vampire,
it is your morals, your personality and your determination that is most
important and they tell me that you are good, worthy of being a hero to me.” 
Tears began to form at the flickering red eyes that stared at him silently and
All Might began to wave his hands frantically at the boy who was now full on
crying in front of him again. An extra cloth napkin was handed to Izuku and the
crying boy accepted.
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When Izuku arrived back home the sun was already gone, the streetlights in
their area were weaker than the rest, but luckily that wasn’t a problem for
creatures like them. His red eyes flashed once and then dimmed to a barely
noticeable glow, an instinctual vampire skill for seeing prey in the dark, but
before he could look for his home key in his pocket the door of his home
slammed open. His mother stood in front of him, however the expression on her
face could not be caught in time for she quickly pulled Izuku inside and yanked
him into a tight hug; a hug that he might have gotten whiplash from. Hunched
down slightly from his mother’s slightly shorter stature, Izuku dropped his
tattered, yellow school bag to the ground and returned his mother’s hug. His
mother’s hug was as comforting cold as it was warm; stress sometimes causes her
to forget to maintain their constant flow of blood and warmth that comes with
it.
They stayed like that for about a minute with their eyes closed in silence.
Then Izuku, cracking one eye open, muttered into his mother’s fuzzy black
cardigan covered shoulder to light state, “I gotta close and lock the door mom.
And also my shoes…”
Inko, eyes wet, pulled away from their hug, happy to hear her cutie baby’s
little chuckle at the mention of his favorite shoes. She watched her son do
what he said he needed to do and closing their door took away the streetlights
shine that barely reached into the front entrance of their home. So, it left
them in complete darkness. Izuku saw his mother’s hand reach for his own and
guided him towards their dining area.
His mother gestured for him to sit down at their dining table, but she herself
chose to remain standing to ask him, “Are you alright? One of my hospital
management friends pulled Bakugou-san and I aside from our patients to alert us
that you and your Kaa-…Bakugou-san’s child were on the news with the sludge
villain.” 
In the darkness, colors muted to varying shades of black under a red filter,
his mother’s serious expression mixed with a complicated combination of fear
and other emotions immediately made him answer her quickly, “I am alright,
Mom.”
Even though the Inko knew there was no blood of her son anywhere she couldn’t
help and ask again, “Are you sure? You’re not hurt…in any way?”
Izuku knew that his battered uniform jacket, his pants torn at one knee too,
would worry her by the state of them, so he took it off his jacket to reveal
his undamaged white dress shirt and torso. He even rolled up his right pant leg
where the tear was too and spoke while doing it, “The police were good to me. I
got yelled at by some of the Pro-heroes though…but I am unhurt.” 
“I’m glad Izuku, I’m glad,” Inko placed her hand on top of his head and rubbed
his hair, petting him, but then she looked to his uniform jacket that was
folded in his lap. Izuku gulped when his mother picked up his school uniform
and lifted the jacket up to her face; the blood of the sludge villain may not
be there anymore, but the unpleasant scent was definitely still there. “I-
I wish Sumi-san could have…no, I wish I-me I would have lifted you out of
danger so fast that h-human wouldn’t have ever-”
With saddened eyes, Izuku quietly said, “Mom, don’t. It’s not your-”
Her voice went higher as she yelled out, “I know cutie baby, b-b-but-“
“Mom, it’s okay, I’m okay now and that’s what matters. All Might saved
me...saved um, us, K-kacchan and I.”
With a teary eyed frown, Inko turned around and went towards their fridge
taking deep breaths while doing so, cutting him off from continuing his
sentence. A few of the small objects in the dining area rattled from where they
were, but stopped when his mother opened the fridge to take out a blood pack.
She then wiped her face, calming herself to pour some into a mug to heat up for
her son. “Izuku…”
“Yes, Mom?”
Izuku drank the blood when his mother gave it to him, her head hung low now and
her voice smaller, “I’m sorry for acting up at you. If All Might didn’t
arrive…you are safe now because of him, with me, and that what is most
important. I hope I can thank you in person one day.”
It summoned up all his courage to say it out, the plan All Might told him
earlier. It seemed like the perfect moment to bring it up, using his excitement
of meeting his hero as a tool to hide his nervousness, “Talking about A-All
Might, I was able to talk with him after he rescued me Mom. It was like a
dream!”
Inko flipped open the lights at that, blinding him momentarily, but her
excitement and his excitement, they both automatically went into geek out mode
over the number one hero. Her happiness over her son meeting his favorite hero,
despite the unfortunate circumstances, entering her voice, “I can’t believe you
met him! AHHH, I’m so happy for you!”
“And! And! Remember how I said that I was planning to take the entrance exam to
attend U.A. High?” His mother nodded frantically and he continued, “Well, All
Might mentioned that he knew a tutor that can help me prepare for the exam, do
my best AND BE A HERO!!!” 
“AHHHHHH!” Both Izuku and his mother screamed at the same time.
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Elsewhere with Deep-fried Pork…
Katsuki yelled out so loud a vein popped outta his neck, “I FUCKING KNOW MOM.
YOU NAGGED THAT AT ME SOOO MANY DAMN TIMES! I’M FINE,” Katsuki slammed the book
he was reading and tossed it on his bed, knowing that he won’t be able to
continue reading the fucking thing and just when the protagonist was going to
fucking figure out who was killing everyone in their isolated mansion on the
stormy island. He slammed his hand against his wall and yelled out again,
“LEAVE IT ALREADY.”
“YOU LITTLE SHIT, I’LL NAG YOU AS MUCH AS I WANT.”
“FINE UGHHH,“ Katsuki pulled open his bedroom door and said, “I SWEAR I’M
OKAY.” 
“SHUT IT. I’M ALLOWED THIS SINCE YOU WORRIED THE EVER LIVING FUCKING FUCK OUTTA
ME TODAY,” Bakugou Mitsuki slammed the last deep fried katsu pork on top of the
third plate of rice she arranged. She shook her pair of cooking chopsticks and
glared up the stairs where she knew her damn son was hiding out away from them
in his room, “I FUCKING LOVE YOU, YOU SHIT.”
A light blush popped on his face and he gripped the door handle of his room as
he replied, “I KNOW! I-I-I love you too.” He stuttered out the last part, but
did not scream it since it’s true, they know it, he knows it, and he just
doesn’t like saying shit like that.
Bakugou Masaru smiled up at where his son was above them, and winked when his
wife came near him to likely go around and place the three plates on the dining
table. She stuck her lips out at him while passing and he obliged her kiss and
go request. He continued chopping up the tomato and lettuce for their dinner
salad at the counter and called out up the stairs, a happy tone in his voice,
“We’re just worried about you, you can’t blame us for being worried and glad
you’re unhurt. Thank goodness for All Might helping you and your little Deku.
We love you so much, Kacchan!”
“THE FUUU-HE’S NOT MINE. DON’T FUCKING CALL HIM THAT OR ME THAT! ONLY WE CAN
FUCKING CALL-”
“THEN SHUT THE FUCK UP, BAKUGOU KATSUKI, AND GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE TO EAT OUR
SHIT!”
Katsuki sighed and stomped down the stairs to obey his mother.
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Inko and Izuku…
“You know I’ll support you no matter what you decide, Izuku. In the light or
dark, I’ll support everything for you for as long as I live.” Inko hugged her
son around his chest, covering his arms, lifting him high and using her
attracting self-telekinesis to float him up near her. Both of their feet
floated up an inch above the ground. “Forever and ever!”
Izuku’s chuckled at his mother’s actions, tears formed at the corner of his big
green eyes and he grinned his biggest grin, “I won’t let you down Mom! I’ll be
the best hero!”
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Months Later… 
All Might was filled with pride and happiness when the young boy’s triumphant
yell echoed loud across the now clean beach. The waves crashed and the sun was
almost peaking out from the ocean waters, leaving the boy’s now fairly muscular
form silhouetted against the horizon with some morning sunlight. A split second
shiver did run through All Might’s thin body when the boy opened his eyes to
reveal that they were glowing red in the early morning light, a natural human
reaction, but that unimportant anxiety of the otherness of the young non-human
went away when said non-human boy pitched over and fell, head first, down from
the high pile of junk where he stood. Energy raced through his veins, exploding
in an amazing feat of potential energy, and All Might carefully caught the
young vampire, who he has come to admire more and more, cradling him in his
arms.
Izuku wearily took a few deep breaths, the exhaustion getting to him, so he
turned towards All Might’s bicep to touch his nose to the man’s skin to take in
the familiar scent. The thin layer smell of blood, that smelled of fresh summer
air, was a smell only Izuku has smelled and he was unable to tell this to All
Might yet, but his smell helps him; A constant smell that serves as a reminder
that All Might is badly hurt and growing weaker, but still fighting and being
the best number one hero that everyone cherishes. It was a smell that inspired
him, made Izuku get up and try again every time he felt he could not. He won’t
let him down.
“A-All M-might…I-I-I…d-did i-it,” Izuku couldn’t help the tired stutter in his
voice.
The number one hero looked down at the small boy he held in his huge arms and
smiled so wide when he put him down, placing his feet on the ground. Midoriya
Izuku wobbled for a second, but found his balance again even though the weight
of his body felt heavy from exhaustion. All Might said something to him and
then a flash of light from a camera flash, blinded him for a bit. When his eyes
were able to he focused on a picture of himself from months ago. The image was
of him with a caught red-handed look plastered on his face and sprawled on the
ground from not being able to pull something heavy. All Might switched between
this image and the image the older man just took of him right now; The
difference was astounding and not to toot his own horn, but he looked a bit
closer in figure to…well, maybe not as much as him, but he was way closer to
‘Kacchan’ and his toned physique.
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Somewhere else, Bakugou Katsuki sneezed in his sleep and then rubbed his nose
in annoyance, while glaring at his phone alarm that still have 35 minutes left
till it will wake him up. With a groan, he buried himself in his covers and
instantly fell back to sleep.
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Izuku can’t believe that this is how he is now and he just had to say something
to All Might, and it may sound cheesy, but he had to say this, “You went so far
for me All Might and I feel blessed...very blessed. Thank you so much, All
Might.” 
He had to say this now too, for he remembered how creatures like himself
usually hid from the world, doing things that do not draw attention, scavenging
and hoping that when they reach of age past a century they will be blessed with
a power that will elevate them on the food chain, an elevation that does not
always happen. A fact and lesson he never forgot and was always reminded of by
the countless quirk blessed humans around him during his youth. His youth is
supposed to be long gone before he…maybe…gets power, and so he quietly said,
“I-I feel like…I kind of cheated…somehow.” Izuku clenched his fists and cried
out, “T-thank you, thank you All Might.”
The tall man’s eyebrow raised, grin still on his face, as he replied with a
hand placed on the small boy’s back to pat it comfortingly, “Don’t be a
crybaby, now. What are you talking about? This was all your doing. You’ve
become a real vessel, but know that this was all you Midoriya Izuku, all you.”
Izuku sniffed, wiping the wetness falling down his face and nodded, “Yes…yes,
sir!”
“Now for your reward, Midoriya Izuku!” Izuku looked up at the tall man when he
said this. His mind went to his mother who did not know what was going on with
him for he kept All Might’s secret as he promised, his secret too, carefully
away from her loving yet perceptive self, from the ever teasing Sumi, from
‘Kacchan’ and from all the other humans in his middle school; A secret that
will give him the number one hero’s power, a power that no young vampire has
ever had…ever. “Be proud, stand tall, for this is your power that you earned
fair and square!”
Izuku straightened his back, clenched his fists and stood tall, determined, as
he looked into the deep eyes of his number one hero before him.
All Might held his open hand right to the young vampire boy’s face and
dramatically announced, “Now bite me.” 
Red eyes flashed for a split second, then those shocked and confused as hell
green eyes stared wide-eyed at him, “Wait. What.” 
“Really, I don’t think it matters how you take in my DNA, but since you mainly
consume blood, I believe this would be better than what strand of hair I had to
eat before, don’t you think?” All Might raised his eyebrow as the young boy
began to stutter out something, hands shaking like how he gets when he is about
to freak out and almost laughed when young Midoriya slapped his face once and
let out a squeak.

“B-B-But I-I-I n-never drank h-h-h-human blood in a long time! A-at l-least not
while I was w-w-willing!!!” Two distant memories came to mind; One was of
‘Kacchan’ as a child and his injured hand…and the other, was once again, the
harder memory he has difficulty recalling. He knows that he was badly injured
as a child and there was another child with him who was comforting him, with
their hands on his cheeks…one hand like ice and the other hand soothingly warm.
Feeling like he was losing the boy again to his internal monologue, and by the
illegible muttering that was coming from him, he was losing the boy’s attention
fast. All Might took pity on the boy, so decided to make it easier for him.
“You can do it, Midoriya my boy,” All Might confidentially reassured the
hesitant young boy that was pacing, in a small circle in front of him, and
muttering stuff aloud. Taking a deep breath, All Might clenched his right first
to dig his nails into his palm hard enough to draw blood. Izuku immediately
stopped pacing, became silent as his attention was brought back to the number
one hero’s hurt right hand that was still towards his mouth. “You went through
so much crap with training, all those difficult challenges you completed, and
so this should be nothing! Pretend my hand is a rabbit Slurpee!”
The palm of the hero opened and Izuku screamed in his mind in a panic, ‘I never
killed a rabbit or had a Slurpee, much less a rabbit Slurpee! That’s a thing?!’
The words of Sumi giggling at him and calling him a spoiled little vampire
child came back to haunt him at the moment. He looked down at the blood in the
man’s palm for a moment, watching the blood bead out of the nail-shaped marks
on the big palm held up to his face.
All Might did not flinch when he watched the boy close his eyes, lean closer to
his palm and lick over the first blood trail that slide down, then once over
all the nail wounds. He also did not flinch at the red eyes of the young boy
that smiled up at him either for he smiled back, feeling very proud of the
young Midoriya Izuku, the one who has just inherited All for One, his amazing
apprentice.
After that, All Might and Izuku smiled at each other in silence. Then All Might
ruined the moment by holding out a strand of his hair, “Okay just incase, the
blood drinking did not work, eat this too.”
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Present Day and minutes before Exam…
Knuckles gripped tightly around his backpack shoulder straps, Izuku stood
trembling slightly at the U.A. High entrance gates filled with anxiety at that
fact that he had no time to test out his new quirk. Izuku had about an hour of
sleep due to him finishing cleaning the beach at the last minute, so he just
showered the fasted shower he’s ever taken, slept half dressed in his pajamas
and then rose like a bat, upside down with his feet in the air, half off his
bed and head facing the ground when his mother slammed open his room door. His
mother successfully woke him up an hour and a half ago, pumped him with a cup
of highly caffeinated blood with no sugar and rushed him a best as she could,
so that he’ll make it on time. Still…he could feel the summer sun kissed blood
of All Might in his mouth and the boy put a hand up to cover his mouth. He just
drank All Might’s blood three hours ago, but he does not feel particularly
weird…or different, so he hopes that it worked. 
And if not that…he hoped the hair of All Might he ate worked. That was the
weirdest thing he has eaten ever. 
“The fuck outta my way Deku!” Bakugou Katsuki’s anger was a full right behind
him and that almost made Izuku shriek at the embodiment of animosity that is
‘Kacchan,’ who managed to sneak up behind him. 
“K-kacchan?!” Izuku spun around and gulped at the angry human’s naturally red
eyes that glared right through him, burning an imaginary hole at the spot right
between his eyes.
“Don’t get in my way, Deku, unless you wanna fucking die early, hah?” The
coolness of the spring air was swirling around them, making the heat from their
breath come out of their mouth, and the cherry blossom leaves fluttered around
them, landing in their hair. It would be a beautiful scene and moment between
them, if it weren’t for the nature of their conversation. 
Izuku held up his hands in front of him instinctively, due to the usual
physical threats that followed after ‘Kacchan’ ever said something like that to
him, but he managed to stuttered out, his eyes focusing on some pink leaves in
the blond hair of his childhood friend, “U-Um, G-Good morning Kacchan. L-Let’s
d-do our b-best t-today o-o-okay?” He flinched as soon as he finished saying
that, yet on a positive note, nothing happened to him…again. The young vampire
dropped his hands down and looked at the boy who just walked passed him. He
hasn’t laid a hand on him ever since the sludge incident…
Focus. Focus! ‘Kacchan’ is focusing right now too, so he has to get into it
too; get into the fighting spirit to pass whatever test this entrance exam of
U.A. High gives him. Shaking his head, Izuku glared a shaky, yet determined
grin up at the huge building before him, took a deep breath and freakin’
tripped as soon as he moved his foot. 
He braced for the pain of hitting the ground, but he squeaked out a cute
squeak, at least it was a very cute sound that he made to the girl who saved
him from falling flat on his face. This petite girl, with brown hair, pink
cheeks and a natural smile to her face was touching him and making him float in
the air. ‘Amazing! This feels so weird, but wow this human girl’s quirk is
definitely amazing!’
The girl tilted her head a bit to the side, wondering if the boy was okay, but
she did not want to judge him since everyone gets exam jitters. “Sorry for
using my quirk on you, but I just didn’t think it would be good luck if you
fell before the test, you know?”
Izuku opened his mouth, but only a croak or something came out in real life,
though in his mind he was speaking to her. ‘What a useful ability and that was
so cool, as well as really nice, of you to stop me from falling on my face! I
wish you much luck in the exam and thank you again! What’s your name? I’m
Midoriya Izuku-’
No answer from the boy, the nice girl nodded at him understanding, “It’s okay!
I am very nervous too, but anyway I got to go, so good luck to you! Hang in
there!” Then the nice girl left him grinning to himself that he managed to talk
to the girl.
When he sat himself down next to the silent ‘Kacchan’ in their designated seats
according to their middle school academy, Present Mic enthusiastically took the
stage before them, spinning around and declaring with his ever attention-
grabbing celebrity voice, “Gooooooood morning studentssssss! Welcome to my live
show of the U.A. High Entrance Exam, are you all really for this? Give me a big
HEYYY, G’MORING PRESENT MIC!”
Crickets, but that did not stop the Pro-hero with excellent stage presence and
the one vampire fanboy to geek out with hands over his mouth, “YEAHHH! Are your
eyes shaking, hearts vibrating, spines tingling? I sure as heck am! Now,
listeners, examinees and mayyyyybe future U.A. High students, hear me closely
now. This is how this is gonna go down...” 
Izuku put his hands down and away from his face to take a deep breath to center
his utter excitement and anxiety over the exam that he is going to take soon.
The feelings that felt like leaking into eyes and pushing his fangs out, calmed
and revealed nothing, his mother’s tips along with All Might’s training
coaching him to remain visibly human. The boy’s eyes sparkled a brighter green
though.
At some point a tall boy with glasses and the most utilitarian, yet stylish
haircut he’s only seen in a human boy band he was very into once and in that
one military movie, stood up to directly ask Present Mic a question. When he
got his answer, the boy then turned around to look right at him. It was
straight out of a horror movie by action and directly from his worst
embarrassing nightmares when the boy loudly stated at him, “And you with the
fluffy curly hair! Why are you being so distracting? If you this exam are just
all fun and games, you can just leave here right now.”
The young vampire hunched himself a bit and said an apology, when the humans
around he began to snicker and giggle at him. The laugher stopped when the tall
boy, who called him out to Izuku, aimed his reprimand towards those who laughed
in the crowd of students, “And laughing at him only wastes time.”
Present Mic laughed at what just happened, to draw attention back to what is
important right now like the examinee just stated since time is of importance.
They don’t have all day. So the Pro-hero on the stage then thanked the
examinee, apparently examinee number 7111, and continued his explanation of the
U.A. High Exam.
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A hand grabbed his shoulder from behind him and Izuku flinched when he heard
the same stern voice of the student who reprimanded him in front of everyone in
that assembly hall. It was Examinee number 7111 and bigger boy’s fingers
gripped his shoulder and addressed him again with the exact tone again, “I see
what you’re up to. You’re planning to disturb her concentration, right?”
Izuku shakily turned to face the tall boy who grabbed him, a lot taller now
that they are closer to each other and bigger too with bulkier muscles and even
sharper eyes behind a pair of glasses, who just stopped him from walking
towards the nice girl. He didn’t think about how he could mess up a person’s
pre-exam vibes, their concentration to do their best before a life altering
test…he should be feeling this way too, focusing on himself, but he didn’t
think that he may deter the nice girl by talking to her now. Examinee 7111 was
right. 
The stern boy, examinee 7111, raised his eyebrow at him for a second with a
look of confusion, when Izuku took a step or two away from him as if he was
scared that he’d hurt him or something, but then he sighed an annoyed sigh; his
expression back to the previous strict expression, “You’re not trying to
distract examinees are you? Are you even taking this exam seriously?”
The sounds of laugher and giggles echoed around him for the second time today
and Izuku felt his face flush with embarrassment once again, but that was
replaced with shock when Present Mic’s loud voice yelled out, “START!” No one
moved for everyone was froze by how sudden the exam started, no trumpets, no
drama, just a simple announcement yell of, “What ‘er you all waiting for?
Countdowns don’t happen in right battle? RUNNNN!”
Everyone ran, leaving the one lone vampire boy to freak out in the wake of all
the dust created from the building up anticipation within the other examinees.
Late to the party, Izuku took after them for there was still time for him to
catch up and get as many points as he can. 
Izuku had to do his best. He needed to and wanted to because, he knew he could
do it. He can do it! He grit his teeth, pushing back his fangs that grew a bit
longer and charged forwards into the fray. Then a robot exploded in front of
him.
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Approaching The End of the Entrance Exams…
Silence fell over all of the teachers and chosen examiners within the safety of
the room that displayed all of the separate arenas before them on the big
screens. All of them focused on the one screen, which was then blown up bigger
by getting automatically sent to the biggest screen, thanks to the one pro-hero
who was manning the electronics, but unfortunately the one manning the
electronics was that woman.
Midnight let out a loud catcall whistle at the screen she mirrored into the
largest screen above all the other multiple screens, of the other examinee
filled arenas. “Damnnnnn, that was some crazy stuff, huh wasn’t it Eraserhead?
That boy blew away that zero point in one shot and rendered it to smithereens.”
Everyone roared in agreement with her, the crowds’ words jumbled around all
filled with so enthusiasm for what they just witnessed.
Of all the men Kayama Nemuri AKA Midnight enjoyed zeroing in on all the time,
why was it always him? Just because, they are kind of connected like that
doesn’t mean crap. So, Aizawa Shouta AKA Eraserhead, completely ignored the
Eighteen and Up hero that grinned across the room at him. Aizawa wished she
would stop bugging him or at least take a rest sometimes, divide the amount of
annoyance over the times they have to see each other since they are both
teachers. He grumbled out loud enough for everyone to hear him, “What a
nuisance, all this noise…and shouldn’t you be the one more interested, All
Might?” 
The way Eraserhead said his name, even in the darkness of the room, All Might
could feel the familiar disdain in the man’s voice stab his arm like an arrow
that always hits the same target. Really, why does that man always on edge at
him all the time? Despite his thoughts, All Might grinned his usual grin at the
screen, as he looked at Izuku shock the entire room, “Of course, I am; such
power and over rescuing that girl from a zero pointer too. He made me actually
throw my hands up and cheer for him. I’m liking that boy!” 
A lot of people enthusiastically agreed with All Might. And on the screen Izuku
was just saved by the girl he rescued, by the use of her quirk, making his
float and now crash to his death. All Might let out the breath he held and
unclenched this fists.
“Yes! Oh my god yes dudes! That kid was freaking awesome! I’ve taken a liking
to that one so much too!” Present Mic popped up from behind Eraserhead, other
Pro-hero to flinch from shock at him. The radio host of a Pro-hero grabbed the
already annoyed Aizawa Shouta by one of his arms and shook it excitedly like a
damn rattle. As a response to his fellow Pro-hero’s childish, baby rattling,
antics, Aizawa then snatched his kidnapped arm from Present Mic who only
laughed a good-natured laugh at him as a response. Good-natured fool.
Eraserhead made his way to walk away towards the farthest corner away from all
the others freaking out over the boy and leaned against the wall. They left him
be after that, knowing how he is.
One person then announced how it was odd how hurt the boy got after using his
quirk just like a child who just got their quirk recently and that got
Eraserhead’s attention for he agreed. It was followed by a loud yell of,
“Whatever!!! Still cool!” from Present Mic. 
Midnight yelled out her agreement and nudged All Might who laughed at her
excitement. All Might was very happy Izuku was getting positive comments from
his colleagues...though he is worried for the boy since he just used so much
power he hurt himself. Thank goodness for Recovery Girl.
Despite all the huge doubts on the boy, Eraserhead had to admit he was powerful
and a quirk like that was amazing. Begrudgingly, the boy who now ranked 7 with
60 rescue points got his attention too like everyone else in the room.
Eraserhead reached into the depths of his cloak, his eyes carefully kept
closed, as he unzipped a part of his collared black cloak and took out his
small thermos filled with warmed chicken blood. The man took a few discreet
gulps from underneath his white bandages as cover, and his red eyes glowed
covered under his closed eyelids and the fangs were out in his mouth as well.
However, they went away quickly when he sensed Midnight turn in his direction
again. That succubus woman never gives up.
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A Week Later…
Izuku was not crying again. He wasn’t. Okay yea, he was, he was crying on the
inside this time. It was then his mother screamed at him that a letter to U.A.
High arrived and she, ended up tripping over her own feet in excitement and
fear over what the letter may say.
The letter affirmed the biggest change of his life with All Might proudly
announcing to him, “Come on down, Midoriya my boy! U.A. High is now your
Academy!” 
He screamed so loudly in his room, tears bursting from his eyes, that his
mother, who was previously pacing right outside his room the entire time,
slammed open his door and rushed to give him a big hug in order to sooth her
son’s cry. Cradling her shaking child in her arms, squeezing the boy’s head and
fluffy green hair, Midoriya Inko screamed out with her fangs exposed and tears
forming in her eyes as she comfortingly yelled out over her son’s screams, “MY
CUTIE BABY! NO, TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED!” She let go of her son’s head and gently
shook her crying baby and then nuzzled to top of her boy’s head. “Please, tell
me now my Izuku, did you make it?” 
Inko’s son, no voice coming out of him at this moment, pulled away and nodded
an affirmative, verifying to her and to himself that, yes this was real. His
dreams became a reality. His mother rubbed his back, now hugging him from
underneath his arms, and Izuku squeezed his mother in the hug, around her
shoulders. His eyes snapped opened when she then said, “I’m so happy you made
it to U.A. High! I’m so, so, so, very much happy for you. Quirkless and non-
human or not, you did it!”
“Thanks mom! I’m really happy I trained hard enough...I can't believe I was
able to get into my dream academy.”
The promise he made to All Might reminded him to stand firm and hug his mother
harder as she comforted him, tears still falling down his own face. Midoriya
Izuku was completely euphoric over this good news…and maybe when the time is
right, he could tell him mother the truth that her vampire son, now has a human
quirk given to him by the strongest number one hero.
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End Prologue.
 
EXTRA. The First Day…
“What are you staring at you shitty four-eyes.” Oh my god, that was Kacchan. Of
course, he would be in the same class as ‘Kacchan’; he was one of the strongest
humans his age he has ever known. The familiar smell of ‘Kacchan’s’ quirk
swirling in his hands was brought to his attention, but so was the light
cinnamon scent of his blood that was coming from around his childhood friend’s
left elbow.
“W-what did you just call me?!” And that was the tall and overbearingly stern
examinee 7111 with the glasses. Great.
Izuku’s right eye twitched at the two troubling characters that were in the
same classroom as him, classroom 1-A. Gods in the multiple heavens above, why
did this happen to him?
How can this get any worse? 
The shorter vampire boy gasped when the taller overbearing stern boy spotted
him at the door and marched up to him stating, “Hello, the name’s Iida Tenya!
I’m from-” 
“I-I was able to overhear. Soumei Junior High? N-Nice to m-m-meet you, Iida-
kun…I’m Midoriya Izuku. I’m glad to see a familiar face.” He heard his inner
voice contradict himself loudly, ‘KIND OF’ and Katsuki’s mocking laugh follow
after that in his mind. 
Hand movements moving about and gesturing towards him, Iida opened up to tell
him, “Midoriya, I’m impressed you figured out the true nature of the practical
skills exam, for I sadly did not. I apologize for completely misreading you and
I hate admitting this, but you were the better man! Your perception and
intelligence over figuring this out was astounding.”
Izuku slowly felt his neck and ears turn pink. He scratched his cheek with
embarrassment at when the boy said to him. He didn’t really think that-
But then a familiar face popped up behind him, startling him. it was the nice
girl who saved him from falling to his death as well as offering to share
points with him. He did not feel so bad anymore when the girl said to him
excitedly, “It’s you the plain face curly-hair kid! You made it too! And that
punch you did was so cool, it took my breath away! I’m so glad we’re going to
be classmates!”
He couldn’t stop himself from curling up a bit into himself, hunching over
while covering his blushing face. He really should learn to not over circulate
his blood to his face to make him so red something, but what she was saying was
too flattering and sweet he just couldn’t help it, “N-No, it wasn’t that cool
really, what’s really cool is you. I-If it w-was not for you I wouldn’t even be
h-here at all…so…”
The childhood friend Bakugou Katsuki then ignored the shitty glasses still
mouthing something to him and turned to glare at Izuku, who was chatting with
some other person who doesn’t matter. That damn ‘Deku.’ He frowned angrily as
he remembered cornering the shit after they both were called into their
teacher’s office to be told they are officially both going to U.A. BOTH. 
Izuku’s eyes darted at ‘Kacchan’ for a moment, since he saw him staring at him
as if he was hoping he’d explode from just a look. Izuku then looked away to
continue talking with the girl who called herself Uraraka Ochako, but he still
heard the huff of anger from the boy. Katsuki was probably more angry now that
he directly ignored him. He was going to stay firm with what he said to
‘Kacchan’ with that…no, he can’t stop him from attending. 
Uraraka smiled at the stuttering and blushing boy in front of him, charmed by
his humility and his mutual happiness to her being her classmate now too, “I’m
happy to meet you Midoriya Izu-”
“If you’re gonna be all buddy-buddy with each other, do it elsewhere. This is
the department of heroics.” It was then a person in a black sleeping bag rolled
into the classroom.
Uraraka and Izuku got out of the way and stared at…the thing…when it stood up
at around six feet tall behind the teacher’s podium placed at the front of the
class. Everyone rushed to their assigned seats. Izuku made another small sigh
when he found out that he was sat behind ‘Kacchan,’ but right now that wasn’t
important. They all gave their attention to the hand that unzipped itself from
the sleeping bag, just enough to stick out another hand that had a little white
remote. They couldn’t see their teacher’s face yet, all the black hair and the
sleeping bag covers obscuring.
With a single click at the windows, the window shades lowered and angled all of
the natural sunlight low at everyone’s desks. Everyone went quiet. The person
still cocooned inside the sleeping bag said, “Good. You’re quiet now.”
Bakugou, who sadly sat in front of Izuku, glared at the hand of their apparent
teacher when it slipped back into the sleeping bag and proceeded to slowly
unzip itself. Izuku watched in anticipation, as did the entire class, when it
revealed a rather…scruffy looking man with a bit of unshaven beard on his chin,
long black hair, dark eyes circles and an intimidating…yet dull stare, eyes
partially hidden underneath long bangs, that swept over everyone in the class.
Izuku whispered low to himself, “Pro-hero…he must be one too, but I don’t
recognize-” 
Then Izuku locked eyes with the man and both of their eyes glowed red for a
split second. Wait.
Luckily since, no one was looking for glowing red eyes and the fact that it was
too quick to catch, no one else in the class noticed this besides the two
"others" who just noticed each other. They felt their eyes react, followed by a
familiar shiver that comes when another vampire they do not know and have not
been introduced to and or have yet to become familiar to, have just met each
other face to face…noticing one another within a close range. Izuku’s mouth was
wide open at his teacher, whose twitching left side part of his mouth twitched
upward once, then twice. 
Midoriya Izuku thought it couldn’t get any worse.
The dull look turned to amusement; the look aimed at the one vampire child that
happened to be in his class. The class roster popped up into the forefront of
his memory and scrolled down to student number eighteen sitting at seat number
eighteen: Midoriya Izuku. Their teacher let out a single loud laugh, short
laugh, but out of place enough that it caught them, all the students by
surprise from the suddenness, but then the dull look in his eyes returned now
with a subtle smirk at his lips, “Interesting.”
It just got worse. Izuku clenched his fists that were placed on top of his
desk, a bead of sweat falling down the side of his cheek. The young vampire
felt a hundred times more worried about the man’s dull, dark eyes and that
smirk that was sent in his direction at that moment. He gulped at the older
vampire who stared him down, but then it was…it was gone.
Mismatched eyes looked at their teacher and then at the boy with dark green,
fluffy looking hair for the boy was subtly shaking in his seat. He doesn't know
why he focused on him and noticed something odd with the teacher on how the man
looked in the boy's direction for a bit, but something told him that whatever
it was...it wasn't his business, right now at least. Maybe he could find out
more stuff about their teacher later, but for now Todoroki Shouto looked away
from the boy a few seats in front of him, from where he himself sat at the
back, and looked to their teacher to listen to him. Todoroki had more important
things to focus on at this moment and that was not his fellow…classmates, even
though in the back of his mind his intuition told him that he'll need to watch
these two. 
“I’m Aizawa Shouta, your homeroom teacher.” Face back to the initial dull look,
Aizawa continued addressing his class, “Pleasure to meet you. Now, get suit up
in your gym clothes in the next 8 minutes. It’s time for a test.”
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All Might’s Office at U.A. High… 
All Might read the secret U.A. High Professor files that were just given to all
of them today, revealing who teaches what and who, along with all their
students listed. Then All Might saw which teacher was assigned for the boy,
Midoriya Izuku.
“Shit.”
 
 To Be Continued.
Chapter End Notes
     Another shock! lol. Oh poor Izuku, he can never get a break now can
     he? Will this new discovery be a good thing for Izuku or a bad thing?
     Hopefully not, but oh Izuku is right to be worried. Dun dun dun.
     Also, when I meant a short cameo for Todoroki, I really meant it by
     that short barely paragraph with him not even talking. Damn myself, I
     wanted him more in this chapter, but it did flow or fit in just yet.
     But no worries for I got many plans for Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya
     Izuku and Bakugou Katsuki.
     Review and or leave some Kudo love! 'Tis a nice feel good motivation
     and I love chatting with people!
***** First Tense Meetings And Future Tense Meetings *****
Chapter Summary
     Vampire introduction rituals, tension between Midoriya, Todoroki and
     Bakugou, but mostly Todoroki and more tension. Enjoy <3
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
The bandages that surrounded Izuku’s upper body tightened as they dragged him
closer to his slowly approaching teacher Aizawa Shouta. He was dead last in
every trial and he just blew his last chance. The ball on the ground finished
rolling to a pathetic stop.
Taking a nervous gulp, Izuku couldn’t think of any reason why his quirk
suddenly did not work and it doesn’t help that his teacher happens to also be a
vampire stranger he met very…informally. So, Izuku from an emotional and
instinctual standpoint feels even more nervous, frightened, anxious…all of the
above, than anyone else in class. His heart beat quickly and his wrists itched
like his mother and Sumi told him they would during puberty if he ever met a
new vampire and did not properly greet them with appropriate respect.
And Aizawa-sensei was probably feeling the subtle effects of their “no
greeting” too.
Izuku can’t think straight right now, he can’t. He just can’t. Why did All
Might’s One for All quirk disappear like that? Why? Just-just-
“I erased your quirk.”
His thoughts came to a halt, but Izuku pieced it all together quickly. “You
erased it?! Wait…”
Aizawa’s glowing red eyes stared down at Midoriya Izuku, young vampire kid now
in his…care…who has a very interesting quirk, but uses it without any finesse.
“How did someone like you even enter this academy?”
The way his teacher spat that rhetorical question at him with such irritation
made Izuku shrink in embarrassment. The bandages around Izuku’s upper torso
shifted around him like snakes coiled around prey, yet he still managed to
figure out the identity of their teacher as a hero. An adult vampire that…-no,
an underground hero that specializes on erasing quirks and with those
goggles…Izuku clenched his fists when he nervously looked at his teacher with
an expression filled with determination despite the glowing red eyes of his
teacher, glowing with his quirk and supernatural standing. “You’re the Erasing
Hero, Eraserhead.”
The quiet observation of the other students watching Aizawa and Izuku became
rowdy once they heard the identity of their teacher. Using the distracting
chatter of the class, Aizawa focused on Izuku, lifting the kid off the ground
and forcing him to be higher, near to his own eye level. The bandages holding
his student spread and encased them both, shielding them in a makeshift bandage
dome for privacy between them and the other human students. The bandages that
floated around Aizawa’s neck brushed the back of Izuku’s own neck and made the
young boy adjust his already ridged posture to be straighter, probably
instinctually anticipating what he would do next.
Then the older vampire withdrew his fangs threateningly, but then contradicting
placed a gentle kiss to the beating veins of Izuku’s right wrist, expressing no
harm, initializing their greeting. The rapid beating of Izuku’s heart
immediately calmed from the lips against his wrist and it erased the odd
itching within Izuku’s body.
Once the elder vampire stopped his kiss, he hovered over Izuku’s skin and
dragged his stubble up Izuku’s wrist to the middle of his forearm…and it kind
of tickled, but Izuku was too stupefied to even think about giggling. His
teacher spoke with a low whisper, red eyes still glowing strong and glaring up
at his student, and focused the young vampire’s attention to him again with a
responding flash of red eyes, “Aizawa Shouta.”
Izuku’s mind drew to a blank and blinked a few timess. “S-…sensei, I-I mean, I-
”
Even with skin pressed to his lips, Aizawa spoke through gritted teeth when he
continued the greeting like he really hated to do so, “The pleasure is mine.”
Crap, Izuku completely forgot how to even properly answer the older and
intimidating vampire back, “I-I-I uhh-wait…the pleasure is-”
Time ran out.
“We’ll finish later today on the roof, after classes.” Aizawa rolled his eyes
at the boy when all he did was nod his head vigorously at him, fear obviously
making him stupid, but then just dropped it, “Good. Now then.”
“Aaaack!” Izuku ungracefully flopped to the ground when his teacher dropped him
on his butt and made him yelp. Doing that to Izuku, who was now rubbing his
butt with one hand, made the class stop their chatter…except for one, Bakugou.
Bakugou Katsuki snickered at Izuku who hit the ground, expression filled with
pure mocking, “Typical, Deku. You’re gonna get your ass expelled.” The time
bomb crossed his arms, ignoring the others whispering their useless worry over
the pathetic Deku. If he gets his ass out of UA High, the better for him, since
the shit didn’t belong here trying to become a hero. They probably got him in
the heroics department as a charity case or some shit. Stupid. Bakugou did not
look away from the developing ‘Deku’ drama before him though…and it did not
disappoint when Aizawa Shouta wrapped up ‘Deku’s’ mouth with bandages when the
little jerk went to open his mouth again.
“Now, I don’t know how you even got here, Midoriya Izuku, but you did,” Aizawa
let his erasing powers fade, his hair falling down over his face with a
menacing look in his eyes, “I’ve seen that you have issues with control...you
can’t control your quirk or use its full power. You have no efficiency, none at
all. You’re reckless. Do you just believe that someone would come save you
after you have crippled yourself again?”
Uraraka flinched at that, knowing that was an obvious hit to his fellow
classmate’s and also her since she…did the rescuing too. The entire class
remained silent, watching the scene develop when the kid he was reprimanding
slowly lowered his head to look at his upturned palms limp on his thighs. He
was quiet. The boy’s green eyes were wide and his body looked like he was
trembling. Even when Aizawa removed the bandage from the kid’s mouth, Izuku
only got up silently and walked to the starting area for his throw.
Todoroki frowned a bit when he saw the fluffy haired boy slowly walk to the
starting area, since the kid dragged his feet a bit as if defeated already.
Then fluffy hair caught the entire class by surprise when he suddenly got into
a stance to throw with all his might and he sent the ball soaring into the sky.
Smoke and dust swirled around in a whirlwind around the once depressed boy and
the loudmouth explosion kid screamed out something unintelligible at the scene
they all witnessed. The rest of the more vocal students in class followed suit
to express their shock and awe.
Todoroki’s eyebrows rose at the ball spinning away through the air and then
looked back to fluffy haired boy who sent a strained, pain filled, smirk at
their teacher to say, “I-I can still move Aizawa-sensei…”
When their teacher’s face morphed into a pretty creepy, half deranged smirk,
Todoroki began to mentally prepare what kind of school he just got into.
Midoriya Izuku, the name of fluffy hair, now known to him as ‘creepy fluffy
haired kid with hidden power underneath all the misleading nervous, plain,
outwardly persona’ really caught him by surprise. Definitely going to have to
watch him…
Cradling his injured finger to his chest with his non-injured hand, Izuku tuned
out Bakugou’s growls, but ignoring him immediately made his childhood friend
charge at him like a bull. One of the blond boy’s smoking fists raised high
into the air. Izuku looked at Bakugou when his previous shock immediately
replaced with rage running right at him, “WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK IS THIS SHIT,
DEKU?! EXPLAIN, YOU DAMN SHI-“
“W-WAIT KACCHAN! PLEASE STOP!” Izuku held his hands up, and Todoroki looked at
the single injured finger on his right hand with interest.
“DEKU SHUT UP YOU SNEAKY-“ His plan to smash his fist dead center at Izuku’s
mouth to shatter the boy’s teeth was put on halt when their weird ass teacher
stopped him with those bandages, one even slipped into his mouth effectively
shutting him up. They held him in place and stopped him from hurting the
shaking, supposed to be nothing, but a stain on the ground Deku.
Bakugou was interrupted when Aizawa gripped his bandages in one hand and pulled
Bakugou away from Midoriya with a pissed yell, “STOP MAKING ME USE MY QUIRK, I
HAVE DRY EYE GODDAMN IT.” His new group of students muttered something, which
he didn’t miss. Yeah, he suffers from dry eye due to his quirk, it’s ironic,
but whatever. His eyes are killing him and he’d like some damn eye drops since
yesterday.
Grabbing at the bandages holding him in place, Bakugou managed to slip the one
in his mouth away and down to his chin, so he could scream out, “LET GO OF ME
YOU FREAKIN’ CRAZY-“ Shooting a look at Izuku, Bakugou reached out with his
right hand and clawed the air over the little shit’s fear stricken expression.
When did that shit become like this? When.
And then Aizawa cut him off, tired of the yelling already, so he changed the
subject to what is important and not this drama, “You’re all lucky that this
was just a test and that no one is getting expelled.” Aizawa, his expression
turned mocking, basked in the loud crazed screams and completely shocked
expressions of all the kids around him.
Bakugou even stopped struggling to stare at him in disbelief. The no fun ones
Encyclopedia Yaoyorozu and Number two hero’s child did not react. Yaoyorozu
even said she knew he wouldn’t expel anyone from the beginning. No fun. The
Kirishima kid ended up crying along with the Denki electricity kid with
dramatic screams of, “Oh thank you! Yes! Thank youuu!”
Aizawa looked at the young vampire boy who now looked like someone told him he
won the lottery, his happy grin, his practically shaking in place body due to
happiness, along side the infinity girl Uraraka and Iida family kid. Uraraka
grabbed Izuku’s uninjured arm and hopped up, floating a bit in the air, he
excitement getting the best of her. Iida was sweet enough to pull Midoriya and
her back down. In Aizawa’s opinion, these three had the best reactions to him
when he declared with a deranged grin, “It was a natural trick to pull to force
you all to perform at your best.”
Their teacher only let go of the 77 villain points kid when his easily lit fuse
calmed down, however he could still see the boy’s chest still rising and
falling quickly in barely suppressed anger. When this kid, Bakugou Katsuki
student number 17, stomped off towards the back of the class away from all the
others, Aizawa took a mental note: The kid already knows the only non-human
student on a fairly intimate level judging by the nicknames, as well as the
strong emotions that are expressed towards the young vamp.
When his bandages settled back around his neck, Aizawa Shouta hid his smirk
when he saw Midoriya get pushed back when Bakugou purposefully hit his shoulder
against him as he passed. They both are going to be a bag full of trouble,
interesting trouble, but trouble nonetheless.
“That throw was amazing,” Uraraka cheered out jumping up in the air, her feet
hovering for a moment longer that normal when she dropped down closer to where
Izuku stood. She dusted off Midoriya’s left shoulder where Bakugou shoved into
him as if to take away the previous tension. “That was just too cool, just like
the entrance exam!”
Feeling his face heat up, Izuku flinched at the girl when she touched his
shoulder, but he managed to say, “Y-yes! Thank you Uraraka-san!”
“And your score was so close to that uncouth Bakugou!” Iida, as well as the
class, ignored the series of slurs that followed from the mentioned student
that walked to an area away from them all. Iida swung his arms up and out as he
gestured in a throwing position while he walked up to Midoriya and Uraraka. He
then hovered his hand over Midoriya’s injured hand and furrowed his eyebrows
when he seriously mentioned, “But your finger…”
Smiling up at the boy he initially misinterpreted as unfriendly, Midoriya let
out a nervous laugh and then reassured the seriously honest Iida, “On a happy
note, at least it’s not like last time…”
“Seriously man, you’ve got a freaking cool quirk with how flashy it is and
you’re pretty strong too-Eh?” Kirishima’s eyes blinked a few times in confusion
when he felt a hand pushing on his arm, stopping his sadly one-sided
conversation, as if he was a door Bakugou was trying to close. Kirishima
laughed awkwardly when the boy next to him took one big step away from him,
from where they both leaned against the wall in the back.
Muttering under his breath, Bakugou glared at the back of Deku’s head as that
supposed to be weak fool happily talked with the dumb glasses and round face,
“…Last time? Deku, what the fuck happened you little-“
“That Midoriya kid, huh?” Completely ignoring the not so friendly attitude of
the boy near him, Kirishima placed a hand on his hip and leaned a bit towards
Bakugou to say, “I know right, his quirk is really cool too. Though he’s ‘Deku’
to you and you’re ‘Kacchan’ huh? What’s with the adorbabble nickna-”
“Why in the hell are you talking to me.”
“Well, you are my classmate and a cool-“ Bakugou held up his hand to silence
redhead pretty eyelashes when the boy tried to actually answer his rhetorical
question. The taller spiky red head got the hint this time and just laughed to
let out a lighthearted apology, then turned to look back at Deku. “That guy
seems like a cool and strong dude too.” Bakugou said nothing.
Tokoyami turned to look at the anxious kid Midoriya Izuku who was standing a
few feet close to him and walked over to politely tap a finger on his arm.
Excusing himself from the conversation he was having with the infinity girl,
Izuku turned around and looked at him. “Hello, my name is Tokoyami Fumikage. I
feel like I’ve seen you somewhere before...”
The ear jack girl Jirou Kyouka interrupted with some teasing input, “-In my
dreams. Will you go out with me?”
Denki, the lightning kid, laughed out at what she said and then stopped to
seriously say, “D-don’t add weird things to people’s conversations.” A shrug
was her response. She’ll do what she wants.
The black feathers of Tokoyami fluttered and his cheeks felt warmer, matching
Midoriya Izuku’s light pink blush, so he attempted to dispel any
misunderstandings with two hands held out and shaking, “That’s not-…m-my
apologies if that sounded bizarre, but your face is familiar to me.”
“N-no it’s not weird, not at all! I’m sorry though, Tokoyami-kun, I don’t
recognize you. I have a pretty plain face, s-so maybe it could be someone
else?”
Aizawa interrupted the chats to address the kid vampire who then turned to look
at him with that getting to be familiar bug-eyed look, “Midoriya, go get your
hand looked at. Go to Recovery Girl. I’ll see you soon. That’s all for now
then, done, get going to the locker rooms. Curriculum sheets will be at the
back of the classroom. Look it over.”
Izuku was nervous for their meeting his teacher requested later today, but with
a serious face on, Izuku was able to respectfully bow to him, “Yes, Aizawa-
sensei. I will.” Looking to Tokoyami again, Izuku apologized with a small bow
and then smiled to the polite bird-like classmate that was quietly still
looking up at him with a questioning gaze, “It was nice meeting you Tokoyami-
kun! I hope you figure out who I may look like.”
Tokoyami tiled his head and replied with a friendly tone, “It was nice meeting
you as well, Midoriya-san. I apologize for the odd misconception.”
“It’s alright! Let’s talk again about this, because who knows maybe we-“
“Before I’m dead, Midoriya.” Aizawa rolled his eyes at himself for that one.
Izuku gave a quick small wave to Tokoyami and sprinted off away from his
current group to follow his teacher. The kid was almost out, but bumped his
shoulder by accident against a quiet boy with red and white hair who stood at
the back of the class by the exit. So, reflexively, Izuku stuttered out an, “A-
ah! I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bump you!”
Midoriya Izuku’s hand reached out to instinctively steady the person he bumped,
whether they were unsteady or not, and the palm that touched his shoulder made
Todoroki stare down at his hand. The boy’s two differently colored eyes slowly
blinked and let out a small, “Um…”
“…Eh?” Izuku looked up at the taller boy he touched without permission, which
was rude since he didn’t know him, and his rudeness quickly caught up with his
brain. He pulled his hand back fast, away from touching the other boy’s
shoulder, “S-sorry, uh, again.”
The heat and cold of Todoroki’s hands twitched when the boy apologized and yet
still remained in close proximity to him. The shorter boy’s chest was almost
touching his arm. He was standing so close…
With a decently sized pause growing between them, Midoriya Izuku’s face morphed
into an odd expression due to the building awkward, a deer in headlight eyes
paired with lips getting bitten to draw red to his mouth. A kind of look that
held interest and draws the other in with a matching amount of interest. Mutual
curiosity? Todoroki watched the odd expression of Midoriya Izuku with some
fascination and he wanted to laugh…and for some reason he felt he could do it
without it being rude, misplaced or misunderstood.
Yaoyorozu Momo’s voice was coming closer to them, “Are you two alright?”
Yaoyorozu Momo, the other recommended student who he met at the Principal’s
office the day before the entrance exams.
Todoroki looked at Yaoyorozu, and stayed in his position close to the other
boy. He doesn’t know her and doesn’t plan to today or maybe ever, but he
grudgingly would admit to himself that he is thankful for her breaking the
moment. He then looked back to Midoriya, face blank, to nonchalantly tell the
boy who turned back to look at him, “…It’s fine.”
Blinking a few times to dispel whatever vibe he got from this boy, Izuku nodded
and took two steps back. He noticed that they both were standing too close for
both of their comforts. The coldness of this dual colored eyed boy told him to
back away and Izuku wanted to escape from the boy’s stare.
Yaoyorozu paid no mind to the boy, Todoroki Shouto, who ignored her twice in
one week. When they met at the principal’s office before the entrance exam,
with their parents, she knew why the boy seemed quiet and curt to the bare
minimum of rude. Endeavor’s reputation was confirmed before her eyes that day.
She said nothing then, as respect to the Number Two Hero as well as the son who
did not seem to want to be there, so she does not mind saying anything to him
now as well. Yaoyorozu did look to the dark green haired boy though. She
stopped about four feet away from the two boys, since Todoroki valued personal
space and it was just invaded moments ago by the shorter of the two, despite
the innocence intentions, “Hello. I’m Yaoyorozu Momo. Nice to meet you.”
Attention averted from the other boy with the two colored hair and eyes, Izuku
looked up at the girl who introduced herself to him with a serious tone, but
soft smile. Izuku introduced himself to her as well with a smile, “Midoriya
Izuku.”
“It must have been difficult for you since your scores were below average on
the other physically demanding tasks Aizawa-sensei gave us. You had to give
your all on this, but luckily you did. Your throw was impressive. You’re cool
under pressure and you seem like a quick thinker.”
Holding his finger that was actually starting to heal a little already, Izuku
covered his supposed to be in complete pain finger while he blushed at the
compliment given to him. “T-thank you very much. Y-you really think that from
just watching me do one throw?”
“I do. You even beat the number one of the entrance exams, your, pardon me,
this Kacchan of yours, Bakugou.” The boy laughed a small nervous laugh, but was
still smiling. She wondered if she could push her luck with this. It’s rude,
but she is…worried. “May I ask you something personal?”
“Uh?”
She went for it. “Your Kacchan, abusive childhood friend, bully or an abusive
boyfriend, ex-boyfriend? Either way he isn’t really hero material if he-” Not
one to beat around the bush, the tall girl stared down at him with her serious
expression that softened when she asked.
Izuku’s eye twitched at that, mouth turning into a frown when he cut her off
with an unwavering tone, “No, sorry, you can’t right now. Don’t talk about
Kacchan like that please.” Pause. Regret. He escaped their unpleasant
interaction with a small forced smile gracing his freckled cheeks, “Er…sorry,
Yaoyo...”
“Yaoyorozu.”
“Yaoyorozu-san. E-excuse me…”
“I’m sorry for offending you. It was not my place to ask.”
Izuku stopped and turned around to look at the girl who had a hand reached out
to touch him. He can’t…he can’t blame her. “It’s okay. You meant well.”
Listening to the exchange quietly, yet conflicted, Todoroki Shouto almost moved
to reach out to this Midoriya Izuku as well…but his reasons were to stop him
from leaving; Fists opened and closed, arms stiff at his sides. He didn’t want
him to leave him.
He. Did. Not. Want. Him. To. Leave. Don’t leave me. Don’t.
The confusing desire made him want to burn something to an unrecognizable
crisp, but in response, his mind silenced before it walked into the flames.
Yaoyorozu observed Todoroki Shouto’s strained expression and at his shaking
fists, then turned to look at the spot he was looking at…where Midoriya Izuku
once stood near him. She chose again this time to say nothing to Todoroki
Shouto and walked off knowing the boy wanted to be alone. A feeling she can
understand likening to herself.
His mind silenced. All former emotions that crossed Todoroki Shouto’s mind went
away in a melting flow that began to harden, freeze. The dulling coldness that
embraced him, floated over him like a blanket of snow gently placed on his
shoulders with its comforting weigh. It centered him and drew away those
thoughts seeped in painful, complex emotions, from a past that he can’t
remember. Will not remember. Never. It kept him together, mind frozen in place
up high in the dark and away from anything too warm, too painfully warm to
recall. That familiar feeling that always replaced and erased any foreign
desire, such as the many times his warm memories boiled to the surface going
close to complete recognition, like his impulse to grab the…stranger he just
met today, always was there. Helping him. Stopping him.
Todoroki Shouto did not reach out, but that didn’t stop him from wanting to
just watch this Midoriya…at the least. He followed the rest of the class to the
other side of the field, heading in the direction of the girl’s and boy’s
locker rooms, opposite of where Midoriya Izuku’s direction to the infirmary.
.
.
Walking to the infirmary with his finger already almost completely healed up,
Izuku slowly slid open the door and politely announced, “Hello! May I come in?”
Chair swirling to face his direction, Recovery Girl with her friendly face
waved to the boy she treated at the entrance exam. “Come on in! Do you need
anything, Midoriya Izuku? I hope your day has been going well here at your new
school! Are you hurt?”
Hands casually held behind his back, Izuku closed the door behind him and
smiled shyly, “I-I am okay, Recovery Girl. I just wanted to say thank you again
for before.”
“That’s no problem, dear. Just don’t make it a habit.” She waved a finger at
the young boy when his shoulders drooped, embarrassment consuming him more and
more as he walked to her. “I’ve already explained to you how my quirk works,
Midoriya-san.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Midoriya stood near the woman and looked her in the eyes when he
changed to subject to a hesitantly ask, “But, um, A-All-Toshinori-san also told
me that you know and c-can…um, help me keep my ‘status’ a secret and…with any-
emergencies of certain natures-”
Placing her pen down, Recovery Girl walked over to Midoriya and grabbed his
hand to give it a reassuring squeeze, “Doctor patient confidentiality. Do not
be worried, Midoriya-san. Toshinori and I have you covered. We shall do our
best to help you keep your race a secret from your classmates, as well as your
inheritance from Mr. Natural Born. But heed my warning, even if you have some
regenerative abilities as a young Vampire that is at the start of puberty, you
know that pain is crippling dangerously so. That injuries of the serious nature
do exist for you.”
“Y-yes, ma’am.” Izuku looked at the floor tiles of the infirmary and moved
closer to the small respected human woman heroine, Recovery Girl.
“And we don’t ever want you to be crippled permanently. Immortal-like lifespan
or not, you can never know.” Recovery smiled a satisfied smile since she was
able to get out some of the worries she has for the sweetheart of a vampire boy
under Toshinori’s care and now her own. “And your immortal stature is something
I do not ever wish for you to recklessly test.”
The pain he felt that time during the finale of the entrance exam was…a pain he
has never felt before; the injuries felt like they were not healing at all or
if he was healing slightly…it was unnoticeable, slow and rendered him crippled.
Vulnerable, as his homeroom teacher rightfully skewered him for, his critique
insightful and way past valid.
And Recovery Girl’s warning hit him hard again.
Looking down at the small, but powerful lady holding his hand, Izuku smiled and
thanked her knowing that she will be there for him. His vision was blurring,
tear forming because, it’s really happening-he’s going to attend the school of
his dreams. “I really appreciate-I really, thank you Recovery Girl.”
“You’re very welcome, dear. Now, since you’re here-and I assume since your
finger that you were trying to be nonchalant about was hurt during homeroom
with your new teacher.” She raised a teasing eyebrow at Izuku and the boy’s
voice squeaked when he began to stutter an excuse, but stopped when she poked
at his hand. “Indulge me just to check even minor injuries, Midoriya.”
His injured hand in Recovery Girl’s grasp twitched a bit, still healing its
minor injury, and then after poking it two more times, she guided him to sit on
the infirmary bed next to her desk. There was a mini-refrigerator next to her
desk with a bobble head All Might figurine on top. Opening the fridge, Recovery
Girl reached furthest back behind the obscuring row of bottled water and her
favorite Ito En Oi Ocha Unsweetened Dark Green Tea to pull out a chilled
thermos. She handed it to Izuku with a grin and he accepted it with a small
bow.
Izuku clapped his hands together and said, “Thank you for the meal!”
The slow disappearing pain that stung his finger vanished and the bones
straightened when he eagerly gulped down half of the thermos. It smelled like
roses when he drank the cold, refreshing blood. Cold blood is more refreshing
than cold water after exercise in Izuku’s opinion.
Wiping his mouth with an offered napkin, Izuku paused to sniff the air for he
smelled him. The scents of summer and freshly cut grass appeared outside the
door.
The infirmary sliding door was thrown open and Izuku put down his half finished
thermos of blood to stand up at attention, when Toshinori called for him with
worry in his voice, “Midoriya my boy, I saw what you did today and I was very
impressed. However, I can’t believe the fates arranged for you to have the most
strict, intimidating and non-human teacher for your homeroom. Are you alright?”
Some of Toshinori’s long blond symmetrical bangs went into Izuku’s fanged mouth
and caused the young boy to sputter, but that did not deter him from returning
the warm hug of his mentor.
“I’m…okay, Toshinori-san,” Izuku murmured into his mentor’s neck, the older man
leaned down to hug him and press the boy’s face to his skin with bandaged hands
in messy hair. “It was a shock, but we’ve come to an understanding at the
moment. I’m to meet him again today for a one on one. A-And honestly, I’m kind
of scared. It’s rude for a Vampire not to return introductive protocols when
it’s given, but we were in the middle of class and I wasn’t able to-.”
Bandaged hands pulled Izuku out of the hug when a massive coughing fit erupted
from Toshinori. The young vampire boy gently guided his number one hero to sit
on the hospital bed he sat on before. Recovery girl pressed a bottle of water
to the back of Toshinori’s elbow and the man turned a bit to accept it with a
rough, cough littered tone, “T-…th-…ank you, R-recovery…G-girl.”
“T-Toshinori-san?” Izuku sat next to his teacher. His expression grew more
worried for the scent of blood became stronger from his mentor due to the
strong coughing fit.
“S-…sorry, my boy, I was…just shocked at the…coincidence, with how…the
second…supernatural h-hero, I-I happen to know, t-turned out…to be a…v-v-
vampire like...you.” The tired hero then chugged half the bottled water and let
out a sigh. “The fates are comedic.”
Recovery Girl with an elbow leaning against her desk and a hand cupping her
cheek smiled an all-knowing smile when she revealed, “Yes. He is one.” All
Might looked at her with his mouth dropped open. “Patient confidentiality. So
now, Izuku, since you revealed Aizawa-sensei’s secretive supernatural identity
to Mr. Natural Born, you both will have to be extra careful since Mr. Number
One has no way to know. I was the only one who knew of him in this school and
now, unwillingly, Izuku as well.”
Toshinori dropped his head to look at the white infirmary bedding crumple in
his fist that formed on the hand that leaned on the bed. “And if I slip, or if
you slip, my boy, it would be evidence enough that there is a connection
between you and I. Which will bring suspicion and likely cause him to pursue
answers that could lead to One for All.”
Izuku gulped and looked at his thermos of blood on the side table next to him
with trepidation shaking his flickering, glowing red and green eyes. The
phantom feeling of fangs, his teacher’s introduction, appeared to move near his
wrist and Izuku rubbed at it. When it went away, Izuku looked at his beloved
hero and Recovery girl to decisively reassure, “I’ll be careful Toshinori-san,
Recovery Girl. I’ll do my best, be c-c-calm, a-and whenever he is n-near me I
will be careful. Keep you safe.”
“Us safe. And remember, my boy, you are never alone. You’ll always have me.”
With a soft smile gracing his lean face, Toshinori firmly placed his hand on
young Midoriya Izuku’s shoulder and held out his fist to the boy. Izuku grinned
up at him and bumped his fist against his hero’s fist. With a wink and thumbs
up, All Might coughed once, a bit of blood at the corner of his lip, but
virtuously instilled all the confidence in Izuku, “Do your best in or out of
class, with or without Aizawa-sensei, with or without me, my boy. Fight to
always evolve into the best hero you can.”
.
.
The trickle of students leaving the UA High below him signaled him that the
school was almost empty of the humans students, leaving mostly staff…like
himself. Aizawa silently stood at the highest point of the school on the
opposite side of the high chain-linked fence. The roof was empty, so he was
happily alone…for now.
The itching of his wrists worsened when all of his students of 1-A class left
to go home, his own body’s anticipation for Midoriya Izuku annoying him. A
strong wind swirled around that brought stray green leaves and pink cherry
blossoms in its movements around the black-cloaked man. His long black hair
chaotically whipped around his face and his arms were crossed over his chest,
but he stood fearless at the edge of the roof. The tapping of a foot was the
only movement of Aizawa as he waited.
Izuku braced himself for his second roof top confession, heart to heart, with
another professional hero that would influence his life. He shook his head and
slapped both of his freckled cheeks to psych himself to open the door.
“Midoriya Izuku,” Aizawa Shouta turned around to stare at him as soon as he
opened the rooftop entrance door, his glowing red eyes slightly obscured
through the chain fence. His teacher sternly told him, “Lock the door behind
you.” And then Aizawa jumped high over the chain fence, twisting three times in
the air, to land perfectly on the safe side of the rooftop fence.
“Y-yes, Aizawa-sensei.” Izuku’s eyes glowed back, red to a green glow that went
away when he turned around to close the roof door behind him and make sure that
it was properly locked like his professor ordered him. He held back his squeal
of excitement at witnessing Eraserhead do that cool move, all casual like
nothing, with a bite of his lip.
Adjusting his crumpled tie more comfortable on his neck, Izuku then turned back
to his teacher…the older Vampire to bow, normal Japanese customs. Izuku stood
up and looked at the other vampire who simply stared, making the younger
vampire child’s anxiety fall with small drops of sweat. A beat of silence
passed which felt like forever and then Aizawa uncrossed his arms to hold out
his right hand to him, palm up.
A blush formed on his face, growing darker, redder, as he fast walked towards
his teacher and then stopped abruptly about two feet away from the older
vampire. Aizawa’s long messy hair fell over his face when he leaned in closer
to grab the younger boy’s wrist and kiss it again with his fangs drawn. “Aizawa
Shouta. The pleasure is mine.”
“Y-yes, Aizawa Shouta,” Izuku reminded himself to be polite, the teachings of
his mother and Sumi coming to the forefront of his mind correctly this time,
“The pleasure is also mine to have.”
When Aizawa pulled away from the kiss to Izuku’s wrist, he let his strong grip
on the boy’s arm loosen to let him do his part and Izuku did. The boy’s heart
was beating fast and forcing blood to his face, in a waste of energy since they
are alone with no humans judging if their hearts are beating, but Aizawa let it
slide since they are not fighting nor are they enemies. Midoriya Izuku lifted
the man’s arm up, the one that held onto him, and guided his wrist up towards
his own lips to kiss it. Izuku’s fangs were drawn, and he carefully imitated
tracing his fangs over the non-beating veins of Aizawa Shouta. Their eyes both
shined bright and then turned to normal when he finished the introduction
ritual to the taller man dressed in all black. “M-Midoriya Izuku.”
At the same time, Aizawa Shouta and Midoriya Izuku took one step back with
their eyes not parting or blinking from one another. The itching on Aizawa’s
wrists and arms disappeared, never to appear anymore when he is around the
messy haired and wide-eyed vampire boy. “You will not speak of me being a
vampire to anyone, is that understood?”
“Erm, I-I promise Aizawa-sensei, I-I’ll be very careful not to reveal anything
you don’t wish anyone to know.” Internally, Izuku was screaming because, that
was literally the first thing he mistakenly revealed to All Might.
“Good. Well then,” A look of guilt was on Midoriya Izuku’s face, but to Aizawa
his student’s red and sweaty face just looked stressed out, nervous at
everything that was happening to him on his first day, which is normal. And so,
Aizawa was not suspicious of his student’s jitters, but he was tired, wanting
to sleep and get this talk over with. With a big sigh, Aizawa pulled out his
thermos from his black long coat and held it out to the small boy as a sign of
peace, “Have a sip.”
Izuku accepted the drink and took a small sip to be polite, since he already
had enough before this. His teacher was staring at him with dulled eyes, bored
and droopy, eyeing the blood that went down Izuku’s throat with little
interest. His teacher offering him a sip from his own blood stash was very
sweet of him to do. The blood tasted like the same floral scented blood that
Recovery Girl gave him today in the infirmary. “T-thank you very much, Aizawa-
sensei.”
“I bet you hid out in the bathroom or something until your finger healed,
right?” The boy standing before him finished taking a shy sip of blood from his
thermos and then handed it back to him. He took a gulp of his drink himself and
then returned it back inside his coat. “The blood is from Recovery Girl, the
head of the infirmary. I suggest you meet her if you need blood during class
hours. She is in the know of us. Besides you, she’s the only one who knows of
me, so blab all you want to her about me if you want and no one else.”
“B-b-blab about you?”
“Well, cry your emotions with dealing with a teacher like me or coping with
being a supernatural child in a sea of humans, whatever, I don’t care. Cry at
her.” Despite the uncaring tone, Aizawa’s words told Izuku that he cares…cares
for him.
“A-ah? Oh? T-that will be very helpful Aizawa-sensei, t-t-thank you again for
telling me.” Izuku’s stiff stance relaxed by his teacher’s words and also
because he could feel even the small amount of blood move in him pleasantly.
Aizawa slouched more to his right side when he shoved his left hand in his
pants pocket to get into a more casual stance, the blood also soaking nicely
inside him.
“I’m your teacher and you are my reckless, troublesome student with a strength
enhancing quirk. Vampire or not, of course, I would help you. Us being alike,
with similar needs and desires-,” Aizawa reached out fast to the smaller
vampire’s face, too fast for Izuku to react to the finger that he swiped over
his lower lip to catch the stray drop of blood, Izuku failed to lick. Aizawa
licked the blood that smudged on his finger from Izuku’s mouth and shot the kid
a wicked smirk, “-just happens to be a lucky coincidence. Fortunately, I’ll be
carving you, beating you into the best hero you can be. And maybe you'll
survive it.”
“I-I…I will do-”
“Your chances are above the zero mark. That’s all. You have a temporary status
that can easily change if you are not cut out to be a professional hero in my
eyes. Don’t drop below zero.” Aizawa bluntly told Izuku and watched the boy
freeze in place, taking in those words.
“I will, Aizawa-sensei.” Izuku rubbed his lower lip with the back of his hand,
making sure there was no more blood around his mouth and rose to his teacher’s
challenge with an unwavering answer, “I will master my quirk and develop into
someone worthy of graduating from UA High’s Department of Heroics. Aizawa-
sensei, I’m glad to be under your care and I will keep fighting my hardest to
be a smart and strong hero.”
“I can’t wait.” The fangs in Aizawa’s mouth disappeared from his smirk that
widened, red-veined eyes watching the boy who started to discreetly fidget with
the bottom of his uniform jacket. “Fight to get a hold of your quirk Midoriya
Izuku. You got a long way to go.”
Aizawa then dropped his smirk and with a blank face, walked away from him,
unlocked the only door on the rooftop and disappeared down the steps leaving
his student Midoriya Izuku standing alone. Fists tightening, Izuku looked at
the empty open roof door and answered his teacher knowing that he would hear
him, “Yes, Sensei.”
.
.
Completely lost in his thoughts, Izuku did not notice Iida until he scared him
out of his mind with a hand that grabbed his left shoulder. Iida leaned close
and spoke right behind the shorter Midoriya Izuku kid, “Is your finger all
healed?”
“GAH! I-Iida-kun, you’re still on school grounds!” NO DUH. Izuku yelled at
himself internally for stating the obvious, but managed to zoom past his
nervousness, “Y-Yes, my finger is healed. Recovery Girl was able to help me.
Thank you for asking.”
Nodding, Iida then walked next to him and matched his pace at his side to begin
to think aloud with Midoriya next to him, “Aizawa-sensei had me going. UA High
is an amazing school, so of course the teachers would be too even if they use
deception.” The excited human began to rant at him, all excited about the first
day to which Izuku nodded occasionally to agree with him on his enthusiasm. He
really is a nice person and Izuku’s smiled widened at the taller human boy when
he said, “His strategy worked well since all of us gave it our all and tried
our best.”
“I agree. And to me, his strategy to trick us was clever.” The two boys were
almost passed the front gates, but stopped to look back when a familiar voice
called to them.
Waving from afar, Uraraka Ochako ran up to them to say, “Hey guys! Are you two
going to the station? If so, can I come with?” They all ended up getting to
know each other, introducing each other again with more excitement since they
all completed their first class together, and they all started to be friends as
they walked to the station. His slow beating heart, quickened again at that
thought…to having made friends already with these cool and amazing quirk-
wielding humans.
And even though Uraraka made him blush all embarrassed when she called him Deku
like how Kacchan calls him as an insult, it was okay. That resolved nicely and
he wasn’t offended…he felt more, hopeful for himself. He felt empowered to
embrace a negative and turn it into a positive. He won’t forget Uraraka for
helping him with that.
Talking about negatives to positives…he hopes his experience here, as the only
non-human in UA High, will go well. He’s got to be careful with his identity,
like Aizawa-sensei, since humans and not many of them know of beings like them.
Izuku was very lucky his number one hero was among those who know.
Only time will tell if Aizawa-sensei, his mother and Sumi would be all right
with him being here at UA High. Especially, since his mother and Sumi think he
is only...a student in the General Department at UA High. He is supposed to be
quirkless, but now this is but another secret in his collection of other
secrets that he must carefully keep.
The life he lives is fragile and sadly, that’s how it must be, so he can become
the hero he wishes to be, outside of the shadows of Vampire society like
Aizawa-sensei; A low profile hero, but a professional hero nonetheless.
Midoriya Izuku is determined.
Looking up at his empty ceiling of his room, Izuku rested on his bed and was
ready to turn in early at 7:30pm, but was unable to since someone knocked on
his door. “Hm? Mom?”
“Your mom is stepping back for me to do my thing today with you. It will be my
last day off for a long while, so here I am, blessed with perfect timing to
celebrate with you. Open the door.”
Opening his door, Izuku looked up at the suit dressed Kurogiri Sumi with his
long silky black cloak pulled back and open. Still the cloak hid the top part
of his face in shadow with only his shining eyes. The man’s sharp yellow eyes
glowed and Kurogiri’s lower section of his black mist face was exposed this
time, and the man's hands were held behind his back. The older vampire
decorated in black mist was obviously hiding something behind him. Amused by
Kurogiri showing himself like this, fancy and with a surprise for him, Izuku
asked his friend with taunting voice and his eyebrow rose, “Sumi-san? Why are
you all dolled up for and what’s behind your back?”
Those yellow eyes arched up in a grin and Kurogiri’s faint lips curved up under
his black mist, taking in the view of the short vampire boy staring at him in
anticipation. Izuku took a deep breath and waited for the man to stop messing
with him just to build suspense. Kurogiri adjusted his grip on the items he
held and then revealed to Izuku a beautiful polished suit in one hand, and a
pair of formal shoes in the other.
“Gift part one. Get dressed in this, my young blood. I’m taking you out
somewhere special in honor of you getting accepted to your first school into
the General Department of UA High.”
Izuku eyed the suit held up on a hanger in his left hand and the amazing bright
red matte oxford shoes on the right, but then he remembered with confusion and
a bit of shock in his voice, “Wait, now? On a school night?!”
“Just drink a lot of coffee and blood tomorrow.” Kurogiri waved his one white
silky gloved hand to brush away the young blood’s worrywart thoughts.
“Celebrations don’t come often and especially with one who may not be able to
celebrate with you later on since I’ll be very busy.”
“But! But!”
“No buts! Unless it’s the good kind of butts.”
“Gahh!” Kurogiri Sumi, who told him to change quickly and get his butt moving,
then shoved Izuku back into his room with much enthusiasm. The door was slammed
shut. Sighing, Izuku shook his head and resigned to his fate with a smile on
his face for he knew that Kurogiri was taking time in his busy work schedule to
be with him. Celebrate with him. Teach him. Be with him, like how he always was
there for him and his mother as well.
Placing the shoes on the ground and the black tailored suit with a dark green
silk shawl lapel collar on the jacket on his bed, Izuku pulled off his ‘All
Might’ shirt and slipped off his bright red long flannel pajama pants. Pajamas
set aside, Midoriya Izuku set to dressing himself up in the first two gifts
Kurogiri gave him and when he was almost done buttoning his white dress shirt,
Izuku had to ask him, “Can you tell me what the main surprise is?”
“This is part one of my gift. It has multiple parts, but no to any more hints.
You gotta be patient, my young blood Izuku.”
Buttoning up the black suit vest inside, Izuku pleaded Kurogiri Sumi to tell
him for the excitement and curiosity was building up in him. He was going out
tonight on a school night! “Pleaseeeee, Sumi-sannnn?”
Kurogiri Sumi leaned against the door, looking down at the black and green
stripped bowtie, and announced with anticipation dripping off his fangs, “Nope!
Now keep changing.”
When Izuku emerged from his room, Kurogiri finished the look with the green and
black tie under the boy’s white, small winged collar dress shirt. The man
remained silent to look at the boy again…seriously this time. It felt like it
was only yesterday when Izuku was a baby child in his arms, carefully passed to
him by his good friend and forever love Inko, in the run down, snow covered
warehouse. Kurogiri didn’t want to think of the past too much and so, he broke
the moment to give a joking look aimed at his young blood, a look that filthily
eyed him up and down. It was that kind of filthy expression that dirty old men
gave people.
“Sumi-san! What the-” Izuku smacked the man on the arm and that made the older
vampire let out a belly laugh at him, since he was clearly embarrassed with the
blood swirling in his cheeks.
“What? You should get used to stuff like this.”
“Getting ogled isn’t something to get used to!”
“As a newly budding Vampire, you should, because if you don’t you’ll go crazy
at the crazies that may throw themselves at you, since they’ll want to eat you
up.” Kurogiri then pulled the now dapperly dressed young boy into his arms,
hands holding the boy’s waist and as a response to that, Izuku calmed down…a
small smile at his lips and an eye roll at the man’s actions. “At least you can
eat them back.”
“Sumi-sannn,” reprimanded Izuku, which earned a chuckle in response. Then his
stomach dropped, that familiar feeling of sinking down. Looking at the shadow
that spun around under both of them, they both began to sink into the darkness.
Izuku’s smile widened, the darkness already at his mid thigh, “Soooo, where
to?”
“The night is still early,” Izuku wrapped his arms around Kurogiri’s waist to
make sure he won’t go flying off when they both started to slowly slide down
into the shadow portal below them, “And the world is my playground, remember?
Soooo just close your eyes, my cute young blood Izuku-chan, and leave
everything to me.”
Obediently, Izuku closed his eyes and then they both vanished into Kurogiri’s
shadow.
Away from the crowd and sitting in a hard to find corner, already at the
destination Kurogiri chose for Izuku and him, was a man who caressed the
severed hand in his pocket and simply waited for them…
To be Continued
Chapter End Notes
     Sorry for such a long time during this update! I sadly got really
     sick with a bad strain of flu. Still recovering with a lingering
     cough, but on a happy note I am feeling better and getting back into
     the groove of writing!
     Hope you enjoyed this chapter! I had a lot of fun writing Aizawa. So
     much. As well at Todoroki...he's a mysterious one here isn't he?
     Anywho, more drama to come and trouble seems to be brewing on the
     horizon too with who Izuku will meet. Kurogiri, darn it, but he just
     can't say no sometimes especially to this particular man. Till next
     time. -Unoutan
***** Seemingly Endless Nights is When it All Happens *****
Chapter Summary
     Izuku's long night out with Kurogiri Sumi gets interrupted by a
     surprise guest and a sneak peek at the Todoroki and Tokoyami family
     life. Not everything goes well for all three...
     Warning: Slight Dubious Consent/Non-con at end.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
It was five minutes till 8pm when Kurogiri Sumi officially came to the Midoriya
household to sweep Inko’s son off his feet. At first it was a wonderful gift
when they emerged out of the shadows to end up in the heart of Shibuya, at the
corner of the famous Shibuya crossing at the perfect moment during a scramble.
All the people, all the lights, all the energy, was lovely to witness in person
for Izuku for he always expressed his desire to visit.
After exploring around Shibuya for a while, basking in the scenery and night
life, Kurogiri treated Izuku to a fairly huge crepe filled with matcha green
tea ice cream, strawberries, chocolate and strawberry syrup, walnuts and
whipped cream. They shared and it was so good, until Kurogiri licked his face
to get strawberry syrup off his face and made him fall down.
Izuku should have been suspicious of how they shared the dessert and Sumi told
him to save his energy, but he was too happy to notice. Sumi did tell him that
he got super special reservations, so he thought nothing of it at the time.
But now he regretted it. Izuku regretted overlooking Sumi Kurogiri’s always-
sneaky plans.
Kurogiri gave him a grin, his face half covered with his white silk head wrap,
and voice excited as he led Izuku into his favorite restaurant mish-mash of a
place named Vibrant. Vibrant is a fairly popular club restaurant with decent
food, private karaoke rooms, a big dance floor with a huge cult dance and
singing scene to match.
Izuku opened the door, but paused before going inside when Kurogiri cheerful
said, “You know I also wanted to celebrate you having your first time.”
Cue Izuku’s face exploding into a red mess with sweat falling down his face,
“WHAT?”
“NOT THAT ONE.” The older man glared down a couple that looked at Izuku and him
with a nasty look. Sumi then calmly corrected the still-a-little-child before
him with a tone whispered that only Izuku standing close to him could hear,
“What I mean is the need to know skill that every young being of the night
should know, whether it be only for times of desperation or pleasure. And since
this is a happy occasion, you should let loose and have your first. I’m here
for you.”
Izuku gave Sumi an exasperated look when the man entered through the entrance
door of Vibrant and walked in after him saying, “Sumi-san, I don’t think I’m
ready for such things.”
“Nonsense, your hormones just started evolving and you’ll only evolve faster
here on out. And soon you’ll have your first shift and who knows what animal
will be your first and I can’t wait for Inko and I to-”
“Sumi-sannn…” Izuku blushed at the man’s excitement, but this also wasn’t
something he wanted to think about. His mother never even told him her full
shift animal yet and Sumi never did either, but they’re already talking about
his…
A single leather gloved finger traced over Izuku’s soft lips, pulling down
slightly to reveal some of the boy’s teeth. The older man completely ignored
him and whispered in his ear to say, “The first willing step is always hardest
for a young blood. But with me watching over you during your first, try it,
learn it and then you can take from whomever, whenever you want.”
“S-Sumi-san, y-you know I won’t be like that. A-a-and why now?” He just had his
first day of school and now Sumi wants him to-to…and with a human.
“This is the best time for a first. Night, distant area, middle range popular,
populated place and all while looking great!”
Midoriya Izuku sighed at the man and started to regret agreeing to dress up and
go out tonight, especially when a group of older looking teens gave
enthusiastic wolf whistles at him. And that’s how Kurogiri Sumi’s gift ended up
turning into a lesson and Izuku really should have seen this coming…
With a hand to his back, Kurogiri led Izuku forward to approach the woman at
the entrance desk. The woman saw the older vampire and said, “Good afternoon
Kurogiri-sama! Welcome! Your regular table at the back was reserved per your
wish.”
“Thank you Miyu-chan, my dear girl!”
The woman had an interesting asymmetrical hairstyle, her light brown hair
styled into a bun and braid that draped over one shoulder. Her round face and
pink cheeks reminded him of Uraraka, so despite his usual shyness around pretty
girls he managed a smile to say, “Y-your hair is really cool!”
“Aww thank you,” And with her pink yukata sleeve, she covered her mouth
giggling at him and that made Izuku confused, but he got it when she said,
“You’re lucky to have caught Kurogiri-sama’s eye tonight, sweetie. He knows how
to treat-”
Kurogiri swiftly talked over Izuku’s embarrassed stuttering of random
syllables, “He’s a dear one to me and family. I wanted him to have fun tonight.
We’re celebrating his passing of a test for higher education.” The smile on the
older man’s face was like a normal smile, but Izuku knew something was
different by how his glowing yellow eyes became narrower.
Miyu quickly apologized to Kurogiri and Izuku looked back and forth to Kurogiri
then back at the woman who bowed low to them both. She then scurried to
personally hold open the door to let them inside.
The lights and sound blocked by the soundproofed door spilled out into the main
entrance area and Kurogiri smiled, yelling over chatter of the people inside,
“That’s quite alright Miyu-chan. No harm at all.”
“Sumi-sannnn…” Izuku suspiciously said the older man’s name when Kurogiri
placed a hand on his head, ruffling his dark green hair and making his bangs
flatten over his face. Izuku squeaked when Kurogiri grabbed his hand and pulled
him inside to the populated dance floor.
The door behind them shut.
A slower song is playing on the speakers, echoing around the main restaurant
area, dance floor and bar, with the private karaoke rooms to the right and
left. Kurogiri pulled them close together, bumping their chests and made sure
Izuku couldn’t pull away from him thanks to his hands holding Izuku’s hips.
A bit annoyed at getting manhandled into a slow dance without addressing him,
Izuku stepped on Kurogiri’s foot on purpose and made the man let out a
satisfying yelp. The older vampire probably regretted gifting the youngest
Midoriya the red oxford shoes with wooden heel soles. “Sumi-san, stop it! This
place is your-”
“Okay, listen, it is not-” Izuku gave him a look and put some distance between
them by taking a step back, breaking free from the hands on his hips. The boy
almost bumped into a dancing couple behind them, but Izuku didn’t care and just
stood there with his arms crossed like his sweet Inko whenever Sumi did
something she did not approve. The older man caved when the warmth of his young
blood disappeared from his hands, “Alright, I shall come clean. This is but one
spot of many where I hunt and I took you here so you’d be more comfortable
since my associates are here too. Don’t be mad.”
“I’m not mad, just a little annoyed at your underhand tactic hidden within a
supposed to be gift.”
“This is still a gift though, Izuku-chan, my gift to you that I so
painstakingly-”
“I don’t think I can do this Sumi-san.”
“Dance?” Kurogiri smirked and held his hands out innocently, “I’ve taught you
dancing since you were six and you’re already-”
“You know what I mean.” Izuku let out a stern tone, another thing reminiscent
of his adorable Inko, but Kurogiri sucked in his breath when Izuku’s eyes
glowed red for a split second.
A few of the dancing couples and people eating at tables near the dance floor
looked their way at Izuku. Kurogiri resisted smirking down at the boy…the smell
of the released pheromones made some of the humans around them react, but of
course, him as well. Though from experience, his kind of older vampires are
used to such things, so it did not bother him much. The humans around them were
of various ages, though it was obvious that some got in with fake Ids, but what
Kurogiri knew was that their eyes were still on Izuku. Even if they went back
to doing what they were previously doing, their eyes all traced over his cute
little Izuku’s body and he could feel them all.
Predictably so…he could feel them and one part of him wanted to tear their
eyeballs out and feed it to them.
Kurogiri held his upset Izuku’s hand and kissed it. “I’m sorry. I won’t force
the issue. Let’s just talk, dance and have fun, okay?”
Letting go of Izuku’s hand, Kurogiri moved closer and held his arms out to the
boy in a peaceful invitation. Kurogiri smiled when Izuku rolled his eyes and
sighed, his expression calming; a sufficient signal that told him that he could
proceed to touch the once prickly hedgehog flashing his vampire eyes at him.
“Okay thanks, Sumi-sensei,” Sumi merely chuckled at Izuku’s teasing jab.
Leaning back to look up at Sumi, Izuku laughed and then said, “Despite you
trying to surprise tutor me, I’m really grateful for all this. You’re a great
friend.” Izuku resigned to his fate to the older vampire’s slow waltz
invitation and didn’t resist when Sumi’s gloved hand down his side to settle at
the back of his waist.
A few still interested human eyes followed Kurogiri’s movements over the
oblivious Izuku and Sumi hunched down in order to hide his smirk into fluffy,
soft hair.
“Ah my dear young Izuku-chan.” Kurogiri held Izuku’s left hand and they both
transition into the waltz, in step together. Sumi lead the boy and moved them
around the dance floor, ignoring the other humans that dancing mediocrely
around them. “Tonight I am at your beck and call, to serve you as you wish.
Tonight is your special night, my one and only spoiled little child.
Congratulations for getting into UA High.”
“Thanks again, Sumi-san.” Izuku then paused and sighed louder. “Stop calling me
spoiled.”
“Until you’ve had your first, a rabbit or any animal available with your own
mouth, you’re spoiled.” The conflicted frown on the kid’s face told him enough
and Kurogiri spun the boy around twice in a twirl to dispel the expression.
When Izuku was back against his body, Sumi reassuringly told the boy, “Don’t be
so scared about it.”
“I thought you were going to drop the issue. This isn’t really dropping
anything.”
“Izuku-chan, you know how I feel about you and this, but you know it’s
important, to you, your mother, to me…and you’re of age. This is natural for
you, exactly like your desire to get a good education. Natural for us.”
“Natural or not, do you really want me to…to- and now of all times?” During the
slow dance Izuku’s red oxford shoes squeaked once in his minor mistake of a
step, but was recovered quickly that it didn’t look off. “You know I’m not
someone that wants to ever…and also the last time I-I w-was…”
Izuku remembered the slime that forced itself inside his mouth, his nose,
cutting off his air and stopping his body from struggling. It was a year ago,
but he still remembers it and he bets…Kacchan remembers it too. He shivered at
the recalled memory of his mind going blank, his body moving and the world
spinning like he was on a rollercoaster. The only time he ever took blood was
during the sludge villain incident, but that was a rage. Izuku didn’t sanely,
willingly hunt it and eagerly take it from a human with his own fangs into
flesh. And-
“A blood rage, normal for us too.” Kurogiri’s yellow eyes narrowed seriously
for he knew Izuku was thinking unpleasant thoughts. “And you know, all too well
and you’re all too young, but know this, a rage shouldn’t have been your first.
It was fate and does not count. A rage is a rage and does not count, Izuku-
chan.”
“I-I know but-” Izuku remembered All Might, with his bleeding palm offered to
him on the day he officially became the successor for One for All, but that’s
different. He was offered blood and it was like Aizawa-sensei or Recovery Girl
giving him thermos. It was like his mother feeding him in his once favorite All
Might sippy cup when he was a child.
Midoriya Izuku has never traditionally sought out and bit someone before.
Sure, he remembered the countless times he was with Kacchan before and the
other boy got a cut, so he licked it. Izuku remembered Bakugou Katsuki’s small
hands shove his face and his whines at him to stop his weirdness before he
punches him. A small blush formed on Izuku’s face as he got second hand
embarrassment at his shameless actions from the past.
Izuku hid his face by resting his forehead against Kurogiri’s chest and wished
he could hide inside the man’s suit jacket, mumbling, “I-I-I n-never bit K-
Kacchan though s-so…”
“Which is why I’m here, with you, to watch over you as you take your first.”
Izuku then looked up at him, eyes filled with uncertainty and that made
Kurogiri’s eyes soften. The innocent young boy in his arms was too bright for
their world, but what Izuku is can never change and never will in their eternal
life. Kurogiri carefully moved the boy to the right, leading him into a steady
spotlight on the dance floor so that he could look at the boy’s illuminated
face. “Only if you want of course.”
The bright light shined over Izuku’s face and made him squint up at Kurogiri.
Sumi let his waist go and gracefully lead him into a spin and back into his
arms, dancing them across the floor again. Despite the attention they were
getting from some of the people sitting down at the nearby tables, Izuku did
not sound happy when he said, “I-…I’ll think about it.”
Kurogiri sighed and nodded as he said, “It is our way of life.”
Izuku responded, muttering his frustration under his breath, “You can’t blame
me for being hesitant since it is…a first. What…brought this up anyway?”
Kurogiri Sumi’s intense always-glowing yellow eyes, surrounded by dark mist,
narrowed again to small slits and Izuku gave the man his full attention.
For a moment Sumi did not say anything for he remembered his own memories of
the past…of running everywhere in the city and teleporting everywhere in a mad
frenzy of pure desperation, alongside the woman he has respected for a long
time. Inko’s eyes were pure wild fire during that traumatic event. It was a
memory that Kurogiri didn’t wish to remember at a time of celebration.
So, Kurogiri broke his awkward silence by dipping Izuku in their waltz,
expertly cradling the boy around his torso firmly with one arm. In return,
Izuku tightly held the back of Kurogiri’s neck with one hand and let his other
arm splay out to the side, fingertips inches away from the floor. Izuku bent
one leg up, the cherry on top of the cake. They held that pose for a moment
when people clapped for them both.
Kurogiri’s face is only a few inches away from Izuku’s and he could see the
cute vampire boy’s freckles up close, a feature he liked on Izuku…only on him.
When Izuku shyly smiled up at him, Kurogiri’s blank expression became even more
closed off when he pulled them up to stand, ending their dance. Izuku took a
step away to properly look at the man when Kurogiri confessed to him, “Besides
all of the reasons I have already told you. I don’t want you to be hurt by
dangerous, unsavory humans ever again.”
Izuku’s breath stopped at the intensity of Kurogiri’s fierce and protective
declaration.
“Don’t worry about me so much, Sumi-san. I promise I’ll be more careful with
people” Though since Izuku is now in the Hero Department of UA High this is
something that will obviously change really soon. Yet, it is something Izuku
won’t tell the older man since his position at UA is a secret…as well as the
new power residing within him. The dim lighting and with the slow moving
spotlights was efficient enough to hide Izuku’s nervous face when he reassured
his older friend, “And beside the sludge villain, I’ve never ever been in a
life threatening situation before...”
“…” Kurogiri said nothing, did not look at him when he guided him through the
crowd of humans, his hand tightly holding Izuku’s hand. Izuku quickly smiled
and thanked a few people that expressed an admiration of their dance, but
Kurogiri ignored them. “Just stay wary of others in your new high school and go
home right after school. No after school clubs.”
“I’ll be fine. I’m always fine, Sumi-san.” Izuku tried to say that as smoothly
as possible, knowing his hero in training courses will could push well over the
normal time. Unpredictable classes. He’ll have to think of something to tell
his mother and Sumi soon later once they ask him in the future.
Kurogiri looked at Izuku when he said this with a sweet smile and he slowly
returned it.
“Indeed you are very fine.” Moment ruined. The older vampire leered at him and
gently smacked Izuku’s backside, to which Izuku smacked the man’s arm with a
closed fist, harder this time. “How rude Izuku-chan. I did say get used to
stuff like this earlier today.”
Izuku hit the older man again and covered a part of his sweaty face in
embarrassment with his other hand, “Sumi-san you’re such a dirty old man.”
When they stepped off the dance floor, Kurogiri continued leading him to the
back to the more elaborate eating area. The people around them chatted to
themselves, listening to the music, laughing and enjoying the upbeat
atmosphere. There was only one unoccupied big cubicle, with tall backs that
isolated those within from the other occupants around them, so Izuku knew that
was where they would be.
“Come on Izuku-chan.” The starry night sky patterned see-through mesh curtains
were drawn open and he could see the familiar reserved sign at his regular
table. “My table is right here so take a-” Kurogiri stopped talking, his hands
dropping the night sky curtains closed behind them for he was shocked into
silence at Shigaraki Tomura lazily sitting up from the couch cubicle.
Shit.
Sumi is so used to being around the young master that he didn’t think twice
about it, too used to the constant smell of blood that belonged to Tomura to
notice. Izuku peeked from behind him, curious at the faint smell of blood that
reached his nose too.
“Finally you arrived, Kurogiri. I got bored waiting here, bored, bored, bored,
and fell asleep. Order me assorted tempura and sake. I want a power up. And
here’s the birthday boy, the famous Midoriya Izuku-chan.”
There is a strange, lanky man in a black zip-up hoodie at their table looking
at them from under his hood. The man’s voice was annoyed and Izuku could see
that his lips were cracked, irritated and…a small scent of blood surrounded
him. His neck was wrapped in bandages, so that explained it.
The way this human smells made Izuku think of how All Might constantly smelled
of blood too. His blood, especially around his face and neck smelled oddly kind
of…damp. Izuku couldn’t place it. It smelt weird.
Kurogiri corrected Shigaraki, “It is not his birthday.”
Silence. And Izuku guessed that it was up to him to break it this time:
“Oh…h-hello there, I’m-err w-well you know my name, but I don’t know yours. M-
may I ask, what your name is sir?” The man he addressed said nothing and merely
slouched back where he sat in the middle of the half circle cushioned seat
cubicle and looked at him, sucking his lip.
“I’m offended that you’ve forgotten me.” When the hooded stranger lifted his
head more, Izuku saw that the older man looked haggard, with his pale flaky
skin and piercing red eyes surround by dark winkles.
“Huh? W-wait…” Izuku was confused.
“Ah, Shigaraki-san. Don’t be like that.” Sumi forced a light chuckle and then
spoke to the young master Shigaraki Tomura, “I thought you were off to settle
some business you had elsewhere, closer to Roppongi?”
“I finished,” Shigaraki answered simply, watching the hand of Kurogiri touch
the kid’s shoulder and not so subtly pull the boy closer to him. Even through
the dark mist enveloping Kurogiri’s face, the man’s polite smile could be seen
clear enough for them.
“I understand. You are free to join us for the night if you wish, Shigaraki-
san. Izuku-chan. This is an associate of mine named Shigaraki Tomura.”
The hooded man that Sumi introduced motioned him to come closer and Izuku saw
that his hand had a black leather glove for archery, since it only covered
three fingers.
“I-I…I’m Mi-“
“I know, Midoriya Izuku. I said your name when you first arrived.”
“Y-yes that’s right, er, well then….” Izuku didn’t know any human friend of
Sumi that he met before…nor did he know Kurogiri had friends. Okay, Izuku felt
kind of mean for thinking that. Yet, Kurogiri Sumi has never introduced him to
his friends for the only sides of the man he knew was family friend, occasional
teacher, workaholic bartender, blood collector that knew his mother since
forever ago and a tricky vampire. Still a friend of a family friend deserves
politeness, so Izuku battled on with the formalities, “Nice to meet you
Shigaraki-san.”
“Tomura.” Izuku thought that Shigaraki Tomura sounded like any other man…though
something about him just seemed off. “I prefer Tomura with you.”
Kurogiri was quiet as he discreetly looked at Izuku to see how he would react
and Shigaraki smiled a creepy big grin at them, his eyes now hidden under his
hood again.
“O-oh,” He preferred first names like Asui Tsuyu and he felt the same shyness
consume him, his face becoming warm. “Tomura-s-san. I apologize again for
forgetting our previous meeting. H-how did we meet?”
“You were too small and it’s been a few years. I’m not too angry.” The yellow
eyes of Kurogiri narrowed when Shigaraki smirked at his young blood Izuku and
reached out with his gloved hand to take Izuku’s hand. “And I’m definitely not
surprised at you forgetting…a lot. Though the pleasure is still mine.”
Rough lips brushed Izuku’s wrist, making him sputter in shock at the greeting
between vampires. Izuku never wanted to assume, knowing how important it is to
be secretive of them not being human because, of all the dangers, but doing
this…Shigaraki Tomura revealed that he is human who knows.
“T-t-the pleasure is also mine to ha-AHH!” Izuku is taken by surprise at Tomura
when the human gripped his wrist tightly and yanked him down to sit on the
couch. Soft dark green hair hit Tomura’s face, but the man did nothing even
when Izuku flopped against his lap like a wet fish on land. The lack of grace
was something no vampire should have, but Kurogiri and Tomura made no comment.
With a deep sigh Kurogiri sat down across from Izuku when the poor boy managed
to sit up normally and move an appropriate distance away from Shigaraki. Good
boy. Kurogiri flagged down a waiter to get them food so they can get to eating
and when they finished taking their orders, did he speak to Izuku, “Shigaraki-
san only met you six times when you were four-five at the time and when you did
it was for very, very short moments, so yes. I’m surprised he even still
remembers you at all too.”
Izuku missed the subtle look the human and Sumi gave each other.
.
.
.
When Tomura and Izuku met it was chance thanks to the interruption of a loud
shattering noise that reached the second floor where Sumi lives, where Izuku
was playing.
The strong smell of blood reached a young Midoriya Izuku’s nose when he emerged
out of Sumi’s bedroom into the small, narrow hallway. Even if his babysitter
Sumi told him that he must remain in his room for only adults were allowed
downstairs, the sweet child Izuku could not help his fear.
The blood was strong and the crash was loud.
Back then the child was unfamiliar with the scent of Kurogiri’s blood, a minor
overlook of Sumi he did not think would matter. For little Izuku, Sumi could be
the one injured and Izuku was, has always, and still is a caring child.
Izuku remained on the stairs halfway up and away from the glass littered wooden
floor that could cut his bare feet. The wood glistened with splatter of
different liquids that smelled funny to his nose, so Izuku cupped his face with
both his hands. Slowly, Izuku took careful steps down into the warm light of
the small pub restaurant of Kurogiri, but to Kurogiri’s advantage the floor
creaked.
Kurogiri Sumi immediately rushed to the stairs and blocked the young child from
proceeding further and witnessing the gory scene further downstairs, behind
him.
There was a dead, half disintegrating man bleeding all over his floor out of
his neck and chest. The barely there death gurgle of the dead man and the wet,
squishing of Shigaraki Tomura mopping up the blood at Sumi’s request are the
only sounds down there.
Kurogiri felt eyes on his back and knew that Shigaraki was looking at him...he
did just teleport halfway up the stairs for no reason.
Little Izuku settled himself in Sumi’s arms and reached out to touch the blood
on the tall metal collar clasped around Sumi’s neck, but he stopped the child
from touching it. Izuku sniffed a few times and pressed his face to Kurogiri’s
black suit jacket, quietly muttering to Sumi, “You’re not…hurt?”
The anger in Kurogiri’s yellow eyes dissipated and he cradled the boy close to
comfort the frightened child in his arms, “I’m not hurt my cute young blood,
and why would I be? There has just been a minor fight between some of my
patrons here at the bar. Nothing to worry your little head over.”
Right behind Kurogiri a boy’s voice spoke with the barest amount of intrigue to
ask, “You have a kid with you? I bet you’re having him for a late night snack.”
Carefully Izuku looked to the right when a young boy with scary eyes peered
around Sumi to look at him. Izuku then frowned and his tears fell from his
nervous eyes aimed at the random stranger. The little boy Sumi held whispered,
“Sumi-san wouldn’t eat me. Ewww.”
“Disgusting.”
Before Izuku could say something Kurogiri walked back up the stairs, calling a
stern order behind him to Shigaraki, “When I come down this better be-”
“I know. Don’t tell me what I know.” The teenager Shigaraki growled at him and
thankfully did not follow the bartender up the stairs.
The wet smack of a mop hitting the ground again made Kurogiri satisfied for
now, so he placed Izuku back in his bedroom. Sitting on his bed, Kurogiri put
Izuku down on the floor and told him while taking off his blood stained metal
collar, “Now, Izuku-chan. You know not to go downstairs. I’m quite upset with
you disobeying my one simple rule.” The small boy looked apologetic to him with
his head down and eyes off to the side staring at his superhero doodles in
colorful crayons. “But I know you were only worried for me.”
Izuku looked up when Kurogiri moved to go through his side table drawer and
pulled out a knife, which he used to poke his thumb. The older man placed his
hand closer to the boy when Izuku slowly stood up, using his suit pants to help
him stand. The child shyly sniffed the blood and blushed looking at the blood
drip down his thumb. When the boy stuck out his small pink tongue, Kurogiri
chuckled and gave the child a drop to taste and the rest to smear on his palm,
before his insignificant wound healed. Izuku leaned on Sumi’s leg, standing
high on his toes to give him a big smile when he told him his thoughts, “You
taste like lemons.”
“You calling me a lemon, Izuku-chan? How mean of you. I think I might cry.”
Kurogiri place his healed hand on his chest to act as if he was offended and
that made boy giggle at him for doing that.
“But lemons is in lemonade and lemonade tastes really good.” Izuku licked his
palm and told Sumi that Kacchan hated lemonade, so he always traded his mango
juice with him whenever Auntie Kacchan Mommy gave it to him.
“And now you’ll be a good, smart boy and easily remember my lemonade blood in
the future, yes?”
The loving bartender smiled at Midoriya Izuku’s enthusiastic nod, but the
moment was interrupted when he smelled blood coming up the stairs. Just in time
Kurogiri stood up to face his door, blocking Izuku behind his legs, when the
troublesome teenager under his Master, Sensei, and his own tutelage swung open
his bedroom door. “Shigaraki-san, it is very rude of you to barge into
someone’s room without invitation.”
“Tell me, is the invitation thing a myth? Father always teases me and hasn’t
told me the truth yet.”
“I won’t deprive Sensei of his fun.”
Kurogiri wasn’t surprised when Shigaraki Tomura stated his true reason for
coming to his room unannounced, “From what I have gathered, he’s a blood sucker
too and I’m shocked. Father never told me they bite kids this young, so why the
hell-”
Anger was rising in the teen’s voice and Izuku grabbed Kurogiri’s pants with
two hands, nervous at the situation, and unfortunately Izuku still managed to
innocently mutter, “But no one has bitten me…before. ”
“Oh…no one?” Those scary red eyes blinked at him from under shaggy long grey
bangs. Interest. Interest is dangerous in Shigaraki. From then on Sumi has been
on guard, now and forever, until Sensei says that Shigaraki is ready. Until
Sumi deems him decently more in control…
There shall be no interest coming from red-eyed humans looking at his Midoriya
Izuku. Sumi already has to deal with that little blond human brat, but no more.
Shigaraki will not be with Midoriya Inko’s rare gem of a natural born vampire
child.
Izuku squeaked in surprise when Sumi picked him up again, walked over to grab
his small daycare backpack and put all of Izuku’s belongings neatly inside. On
Sumi’s desk chair was Izuku’s mint green jacket and on the desk was a spray
bottle of sunscreen. Izuku closed his eyes and mouth when Sumi told him too and
the familiar sunscreen went over his face, neck and forearms and lower legs.
“Now my Izuku-chan,” Kurogiri rubbed Izuku’s legs and neck, while the child
rubbed his face and arms. Midoriya’s eyes squinted closed as he rubbed his face
like a good boy, properly spreading the sunscreen. “There’s an injured human
downstairs all embarrassed at starting a fight and making a big mess. I’m sorry
you were frightened by the sound and bad smell, so I’m taking you to the park
and treating you to ice cream.”
And like a personal flame in his arms, Izuku’s face light up and was
immediately overtaken with happiness. The child rocked back and forth in his
arms. Kurogiri was used to this, so the older man expertly adjusted his hold on
the squirming boy. “Ice cream before momma’s dinner andddd the park?” Izuku
slapped his hands over his cheeks and whispered a quiet ‘ouch’.
The entire time Sumi was doing this, he ignored the mischievous grin of the now
completely interested Shigaraki Tomura; The teenaged human’s red eyes locked on
the smallest Midoriya like prey. He also ignored Shigaraki Tomura following
behind him out of his room and into the hall. The tricky teen obviously wanted
to ask him more questions and Kurogiri was not planning to answer the human
anytime soon.
Shigaraki smirked and tried to look at the child Kurogiri held tightly with a
possessiveness he has never seen before. The child locked eyes with Shigaraki
when they passed around him. With a tilt of his head, the teen smiled and said,
“So Kurogiri, this brat was never-”
Izuku frowned, holding onto Kurogiri’s suit jacket tight, and muttered to the
older boy stranger, “I’m not a brat.” It was a simple, instant retort filled
with the brash confidence only a child could have.
Luckily the older child walking behind him wasn’t so different.
Tomura’s paused in his step for two seconds, contemplating if he could wrestle
the blood sucking little shit out of Kurogiri’s hands and throw him down the
stairs…he’ll heal anyway. “I’ll call you whatever I want you little-”
Izuku opened his mouth and said, “Kacchan’s momma calls him a brat, but
Kacchan’s a brat and I’m not Kaach-”
“Izuku-chan.”
“S-sorry, Sumi-san.”
Kurogiri’s stern voice redirected to reprimand the teenager behind him as he
disappeared into the floor with his portal, “Your father will be displeased if
it stains the floor, so you know the drill and how to use the filter to collect
this cleanly. Bleach the floor after. I’ll be back in one to two hours, so get
everything done before then. I’ll made us dinner after. Goodbye.”
Something broke behind him with a loud crash and Kurogiri made a mental note to
buy a new lamp for his room. Before they fully disappeared into his dark
portal, Izuku leaned up and whispered in his ear, “Was that your son?”
“Just a student of mine that I sometimes watch over for a friend. You’re more
of my son Izuku-chan.” The boy grinned at him and rested his head on his
shoulder, closing his eyes when they disappeared.
A minute later they arrived at the park from a nearby alley and when Izuku’s
little red shoes touched the ground the boy bolted to the park to play. Izuku
ran towards swings, the sandbox, the jungle gym and the old looking structure
that was shaped as a brachiosaurus, then called back to him, “I can’t wait for
ice cream later, Sumi-san! Thank youuu!”
“Don’t stray too far and don’t talk to people older than you!”
“Okay!”
Kurogiri sat back on one of the benches in the shade, the sun was already
dimming down the horizon so the shade was everywhere and the light did not
tingle as much. Crumpled up in Izuku’s bag, Kurogiri pulled out his black
bucket hat that made him look weird with his black mist concealed under it and
put it on. It does its job to cover his eyes though.
They where the only ones in the park from what he could see, no mothers or
fathers wandering around with their human brats running around like baby mice.
But killing rats and mice is normal. For instance, an incident like Shigaraki
Tomura killing a weak villain who upset him every now and then was not new, but
leaving his workplace because of it was new. The temperamental human boy did
this a few times before, but less breaking of expensive alcohol, furniture and
glass.
And now Sensei’s troublesome human son wanted to play with Izuku…
After this first meeting, Shigaraki tried to coax Izuku out of his room with a
glass of some random fool’s blood he killed in the bar and he always made his
victim scream; An attempt to lure the child like a regular creeper with candy.
And it forced Kurogiri to teleport out of the restaurant with Izuku for an
unplanned park and ice cream adventure because, the child got scared.
This time though, the first time they went to the park, Kurogiri thinks he
accidentally fell asleep, or spaced out for half an hour due to the business of
work and the stress of the ruined night shift. Kurogiri cursed to himself, but
didn’t run off to find Izuku when he felt the child nervously tug on his
sleeve.
His adorable little vampire child shyly asked him with a small voice, “C-can
um, a-a-a new friend of mine also h-have an ice cream too? He’s small like me,
I didn’t talk to anyone big. Just one more ice cream, please!”
“Ah, so you’ve befriended another child?”
“Uh huh!” Izuku’s was so enthusiastic as he turned to look at a human mouse
that Sumi didn’t notice was quietly watching them from afar and called him over
with a wave.
Standing further away from them still in the sand box area was a small human
boy wearing a bucket hat too like his own black hat. However, boy’s hat was
colored a bright yellow with a big ‘All M’ on it. Great, another All Might fan
like his Izuku. One is enough in his vicinity at all times and it’s reserved.
Kurogiri could see little stray strands of white and red hair tucked underneath
the hat, but the rim of the hat wide that he couldn’t see much. When the mouse
got closer to them Kurogiri could see he was cute, but his Izuku was cuter.
Still, Kurogiri had to admit that this mouse had interesting heterochromatic
eyes like his Bakeneko pyromaniac friend. “New friend of yours is a new friend
of mine. Izuku-chan, who is this?”
“This is To-…uh…Toto…”
“Tomomi.” Izuku’s friend shyly corrected Izuku, moved closer and bowed a small
bow to Kurogiri. “Nice to meet you Sumi-san. Izukun told me how really good you
are as a friend.” But the brat is polite, though a little dirty looking. He
wondered where the human’s parents could be.
“A-ah yes Tomomi Shochan!” Kurogiri raised his eyebrow at Izuku when he said
that.
“Izukun, is this really okay? It’s all right if not-” The human kid in the
yellow All Might hat looked at Izuku eagerly, nervously with hands clenched at
his sides like a soldier scared that he may get punished for doing something
wrong.
Izuku turned to the human child in reassurance and then turned back to Kurogiri
with his green puppy dog eyes to beg, “Please Sumi-san, c-can he have ice cream
with you and me, too?”
“Say you and I, Izuku-chan. And I don’t see why not.” The tired bartender did
not mind feeding another mouth just for today, a human one, if it meant his
littlest Midoriya would be happy.
Kurogiri only remembered this moment as he dined with his precious Midoriya
Izuku and the stronger, older, Shigaraki Tomura of the present because, that
late evening in the playground, Izuku enjoyed himself with that human kid. He
remembered it ended with Sumi surprise teleporting the human kid inside the
nearest police station when the human kid kept reassuring them that he knew the
way home, yet clearly did not.
That afternoon ended well between the vampire child and the human mouse.
He hopes this re-introduction and meeting of Izuku and Shigaraki will end at
least passable.
And with Izuku’s fragile memories subconsciously held at bay that allowed him
the blessing to grow up undisturbed by all remaining untouched, Izuku will be
fine and continue on. He will remain fine for Inko and him. And until the day
comes later on, centuries later, then it all won’t matter if the memories do
flood back. Kurogiri hopes that it will be centuries into the future…
Izuku will be kept safe from his past despite Shigaraki’s obvious desire to
coax them out. Deprived interest is a dangerous thing in this human and
Kurogiri was not going to give the man any leeway.
He won’t allow Shigaraki to ruin Izuku, this night or his first time…hunting or
not hunting, whether he chooses to indulge in the pleasures aggressively or
passively or not at all.
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Try as he might Izuku couldn’t remember Shigaraki Tomura, but at least the
older man seemed calm for now. Shigaraki is a quiet, kind of docile presence
sitting between them slowly eating his tempura entre and just listening to Sumi
talk to him. The hooded man wasn’t eager to contribute to the conversation, but
Sumi didn’t force him and Izuku didn’t either for he knows the feeling and how
awkward it could be for not-so-people-person folks.
Izuku felt like he had a friend who was like that before, or at least met
someone like that once. He can’t recall them right now. He shook off the
feeling of warm and cold hands on his face holding him in his dreams to get
back into focus.
No time to daydream about stuff he can’t remember…not now.
Izuku almost finished his unagi-don and sipped his strawberry mango smoothie,
listening to Sumi end his story with, “Humans can be scary, scary things
sometimes, Izuku. Has a bouncer ever chased you out of a club before with a
stick?”
Sipping his drink through his straw, Izuku shook his head a ‘no’ and when he
finished drinking his fill, he said, “Well bullies have tried chasing me, but I
don’t think that would feel the same as bouncers with weapons. Anyway, no I
haven’t, I’m not old enough for a real club with bouncers.”
Sumi pointed at two dark blue skinned muscular women with fish scales in
matching black suits at the entrance door. He didn’t notice them there when
Kurogiri dragged him to dance and Izuku was shocked. “Ehh? W-wait, how am I in
here then?”
“Dear sweet innocent boy,” Sumi put a salmon nigiri into his mouth shook his
head at Izuku while chewing his food. When finished, the older man smirked with
a flash of fang. “Because you’re with me.”
Tomura spoke for the first time in a while, “And me. This establishment knows
their place unlike two others that will remain nameless until their final
bosses are permanently gone.”
“Shigaraki-san, don’t start.” Sumi warned.
Shigaraki Tomura defiantly lifted his one finger and leaned towards Izuku to
twirl a few strands of curly dark green hair, making it stretch and spring back
to place.
“U-ummm…f-final bosses you say, Tomura-san?” Izuku coughed a little and leaned
away from the fingers of the now giggling human man, Shigaraki Tomura. “Um, is
that what you were doing today, p-p-putting them in their place?”
Kurogiri said nothing, completed used to this happening, when his young blood
began his signature maniacal muttering. Sumi caught all words, “Oh my god, this
guy is a yakuza, h-he’s a yakuza. That explains it. No wonder he’s scary
looking and all tough looking despite his lean frame. Oh my god, he’s a
criminal, a villain. Sumi-san knows a yakuza man and I’m sitting next to him oh
my freaking god.”
Kurogiri opened his mouth to comfort Izuku with an elaborate lie, but Tomura
went with it and sneered at Izuku with a stretched, frightening expression.
Tomura couldn’t catch everything, but he caught the most important word. “I’m
not Yakuza. I’m worse than that, kid.”
Putting down his wine glass harder than normal on the wooden table, Kurogiri
Sumi sternly told Shigaraki, “Stop messing with him.”
“You mess with him all the time. Why can’t I? That’s not fair.”
“I’m allowed to do so. You just met him, formally met him,” Kurogiri specified
before Shigaraki Tomura could correct him to say he did meet him before. The
older vampire continued reprimanding, “Be polite and stop scaring him. I
apologize for Shigaraki-san, he’s just fooling around.”
Shigaraki scratched his bandaged neck and slumped in his seat, growling low in
his throat at Kurogiri and Izuku wanted them not to fight. So, he changed the
subject. “It’s okay Sumi-san, I understand. Tomura-san, you’re good friends
with Sumi-san right? How do you two know each other?”
When Tomura threw his head back laughing a loud and mocking laugh, Izuku
hunched his shoulders and leaned a little away from the man. Izuku is
confused…embarrassed too by the harshness of the man’s laughter, that it caused
people look in their direction.
Kurogiri shushed Tomura. When Tomura lessened his laugher to dark chuckles,
turned away from Izuku, Sumi looked at Izuku sympathetically, “I’m sorry again
Izuku-chan, but I need to talk with my friend alone for a bit. He’s being
difficult.”
Izuku understood and pulled off the napkin he had on his lap. “No problem Sumi-
san. I-I need the bathroom anyway. I’ll be back soon.”
“It seems I keep on apologizing to you tonight. Maybe I can treat you to
something again quickly like ice cream at our favorite spot at home during one
of my work breaks. Your mom can join us too if she can, or we can just kidnap
her out of work. Bare with me okay? I’m a poor old man.” Izuku laughed and told
Sumi that it would be wonderful, that he’d love to and that his mother would
love it. Kurogiri smirked when the young boy slid out of the booth and
straightened his tailored suit jacket and his striped green bowtie before
opening the starry night cloth drape. “Bathroom’s behind me near the front.
Don’t eat someone or get eaten on the way, Izuku-chan, without me.”
Izuku thanked Sumi, but not before smacking Kurogiri’s arm. Midoriya Izuku is
gone for now and Kurogiri is all villain, all business, with the Shigaraki
Tomura.
“Now, Shigaraki-san…” Kurogiri controlled his desire to just lecture the
younger man sitting next to him when he got huffed at, as if he’s with a bull
ready to charge instead of a difficult as hell human. “Here are the guidelines
with Izuku and my plans for him tonight. And since you are here you might as
well help me.”
“Why would I want to help you? I’m only here to see what’s so amazing about the
little natural born you always-”
“Sensei would approve of this. It’ll be a learning experience for both of you.”
Shigaraki Tomura’s whole body froze in attention when his father was mentioned.
“This is Izuku’s first step, an initiation for every young blood. Interesting,
correct? So will you be of assistance?”
Shigaraki whispered out a breathless, “Father,” with such reverence that
Kurogiri couldn’t help, but smile happily at the young man.
Even through the chatter of useless rats around them, Sumi knew the young human
son of Sensei…his master…heard everything he just said. His attention was
hooked. “Izuku is the son of a dear friend of mine and you’ll have a lot of fun
with him. You’ve always wanted to play. So, what say you?”
Underneath his hood, Tomura closed his eyes, listening to everything Kurogiri
told him. A moment or two passed before Tomura smiled wickedly at him, excited
and bounching his right leg up and down in anticipation. “Sure, Kurogiri, since
you’re offering.”
With a finger pointed at him threateningly, Tomura was almost about to burst
out laughing at the gall, but he didn’t when Kurogiri’s expression darkened.
“You are to be delicate with him. Your father can be delicate with people who
deserve it and he is watching. I’m not far, remember that.”
The hand in Tomura’s pocket felt heavier now and underneath a vampire’s
warning, he heeded them both.
Kurogiri told him his idea, he pitched in his own and they quickly formulated a
sufficient plan with Midoriya Izuku on their minds.
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But that night two people in separate places were also thinking of Izuku too:
Tokoyami Fumikage took his time going home today, so he went to read at the
library nearby the academy and went eye shopping at the fashion stores that
caught his eyes on the way to class earlier that morning.
He didn’t want to go home early, not after the intense fight his had yesterday
night, but now it was too late and he knew he had to return before a search
party happened. His cousins would likely give him an earful when they hear he
was out so long, but they should also know he’s not an idiot.
Locking up his bike at the south entrance of his home, located at the distant
border of the city and forest, Tokoyami shrugged off his backpack and walked up
the steep steps to the temple. He willed Dark Shadow to appear next to him. Its
big beak caught his bag before it hit the ground and assisted him while they
walked up the steps. The first torii he passed under signaled his family of his
arrival. The trees framing the entrance glowed to Tokoyami’s trained eyes as he
walked passed them. The blessed wooden talismans hanging on the trees checked
him and purified the air that clung to him during the day as he ascended.
Tokoyami Fumikage waved the small group of visitors at their Iya Shrine
entrance, all recognizing the only son of the eldest of the Tokoyami family and
head Priestess of the Iya Shrine. That night, only a few tourists were gazing
at their beautiful nagare-zukuri tradition shrine architecture and taking
vacation photos, so it wasn’t too busy with tourists right now...just locals.
He told Dark Shadow to go for now since they reached the top and it held out
his bag at the handle for him to put it back on.
Jogging past the main shrine, down the maple tree lined walk path, Yuki garden,
the east prayer walls, and then to the left of the main yard, Tokoyami entered
the trees towards to his home hidden within. His wide, single floor,
traditional Japanese home is surrounded by various kinds of flowers with a huge
Sakura tree as the centerpiece. The rainbow assortment of flowers around it
made up for the older looking exterior and one of the priests in training waved
at him, so he waved back.
At the sliding door, he hoped to see his father’s loving smile with his yellow
beak and brown, white hawk-like feathers, but was greeted with his mother’s
bewitching black feathers and rigid smile on her black crow beak. “Evening
Fumikage…”
Fumikage indulged in their temporary truce. Today is supposed to be a happy
occasion for him. He stopped a few feet in front of her, bowed respectfully and
decided to respond, breaking their mutual silent treatment as well. “Good
evening, mother.”
She slowly spoke to him, obviously trying to be peaceful to him, “So…how was
your…first day at this, this…top Hero academy, Fumikage?”
His mother only stood at two inches taller than Fumikage, but whenever she
spoke it felt like she was above mountains to those stuck at the bottom of a
valley…Iya Shrine to be precise. People, whether they were his mother’s
soldiers or not, were either awed by her or fearful of her.
But for him it was different. He felt trapped.
Fumikage stood tall and calmly answered his mother, “Very good. I learned a lot
during my lessons and my classmates are quite friendly.” He wanted to yell at
her the name is UA High and she knows that, refuses to acknowledge it, but he
didn’t. Not now. He knows another screaming match will happen again soon, but
he didn’t want it now. His mother was trying at least, trying to listen to him
this time for tonight, so he will too.
His mother stared with her shiny all black eyes and crossed her petite arms,
hiding her hands behind her bright pink yukata sleeves. Her famous dark red
shawl decorated with black pheasants is draped over her shoulders and made her
looks more imposing than she naturally always is. “That’s…good.”
End of conversation.
His father appeared behind his mother and hugged her shoulders quickly in a
passing greeting he always loving does to her. He then ran up to Fumikage with
his arms wide in excitement. Tension broken. Fumikage laughed when his father
squeezed him in a comforting hug and happily returned the hug, knowing he'd get
lifted into the air and put down again. “You’re back! And so late, but that is
a trivial matter. Tell me kid, how was school on your first day at UA High? I’m
so proud of you getting into your first choice school!”
“Dad, I have so much to tell you! Our homeroom teacher took us by surprise and
tested us with a threat of expulsion. He lied, but we were on edge, balancing
on the tip of a knife and fighting to do our best on his physical exam and-”
“It’s too bad he didn’t expel you for real,” came a familiar sneer behind his
mother.
His shittiest bastard of a cousin Kakomi, youngest daughter of the second
eldest daughter of the Tokoyami family, emerged behind his mother like a devil
over a shoulder. “Guess what I did today? I participated in my second exorcism
and helped kill four demons inside a little girl with Aunt Mei. And Oniisama
killed another vampire and Oneesama drove off a Bakeneko that was-”
Immediately, Fumikage interrupted her rambling knowing more not subtle insults
will be thrown at him the more she speaks, “Where’s your better twin Chun?”
“Shut up you geek!” Her light brown feathers puffed up around her neck and jaw
as she glared at him, pointed at him with an accusing finger. “Wannabe, stupid
slacker! And Chun is-”
As if summoned by the loud yelling of her twin, Chun appeared with a hand to
her sister’s face to say, “Fumikage-kun! How did it go? Was it awesome! Oh my
god, did you see All Might?”
“Chun, don’t touch me! Stop freaking siding with-”
“Quiet Kakomi-san. Show respect to Fumikage and your sister.” His father
reprimanded Kakomi, but she only smacked her sister’s hand off her face and
walked away with a flash of a kunai twirling in her hand. “That little-…ignore
her, okay Fumikage? I’m happy to hear everything about your first day.”
Fumikage clenched his fists on the straps of his backpack, more annoyed at his
mother’s silence than the taunt of his full of herself younger cousin. Thank
the heavens for his father and Chun though, so he let it go for now.
Later than night, after he washed up and dressed in his grayscale graham-
patterned pajama pants and a plain black muscle shirt, Tokoyami Fumikage sat
down at his desk and wrote in his journal. He wrote about what he saw, how he
felt, whom he met…
The next thing he knew, he was roughly sketching curly hair, big eyes and
freckled cheeks. When he finished crosshatching some green into the dark hair,
Fumikage leaned back with a hand over his face and tossed his green highlighter
pen into his skull-shaped pencil holder.
“Midoriya...” He could feel his skin grow warm under his black feathers and he
pinched the bridge of his beak near his eyes and let out a loud sigh. Knowing
those green eyes would be looking at him when he looked at his journal,
Fumikage decided he was done journaling for today. Fumikage closed his journal.
He just wanted to rest his over thinking mind for tonight.
The days before today were eventful with his family and lead up to another
eventful one for his first day of high school. He should definitely rest.
He felt Dark Shadow lightly brush against his leg underneath his desk, the only
shadowy area of his brightly lit room. His friend wrapped around his ankle in
comfort and that made Fumikage address them, “I am alright, Dark Shadow. Do not
fret. I am…only thinking about this boy in class that I do not know if I’m just
interested in him because, his quirk seemed really formidable, awe-inspiringly
so, or if I maybe saw him somewhere else. It sounds bizarre, but…ah, well, no
matter. Maybe there is just an actor or model that looks similar to him or
something...or some anime. It shall come to me soon.”
The shadow at his leg disappeared when he willed it and with a flick of his
desk lamp, Fumikage went to lay on his rolled out futon so he could have a
nice, peaceful sleep. He’ll be fresh and ready for the day tomorrow.
However, unbeknownst to Fumikage, he did see someone who looks similar to
Midoriya Izuku a long time ago during his studies and hanging around his family
for lessons. It was from an old black and white picture within the Tokoyami
library and historical archives of active supernatural entities in the missing
wanted section.
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The subway station wasn’t good today and Todoroki Shouto got home later than
usual. It didn’t help that paparazzi managed to ambush him with microphones and
cameras shoved in his face. He destroyed their interest with silence and they
all gave up after he escaped from them, evading every single attempt to talk.
He lost them through the evening rush crowd at the closest shopping area.
Sliding open the door of his home, Todoroki Shouto took off his shoes and was
immediately greeted by his eldest sister Fuyumi who pulled him into a hug to
which, he dodged.
Fuyumi expected the dodge and recovered quickly with a smile to her younger
brother, “Soooo, high school boy, how was the first day? You have to tell me
how it went!”
“I almost got expelled.”
“WHAT.” His sister’s panicked face calm down when she saw her brother’s face
staring that look. No eyebrow needed to be raised for she understood. “Come on
now, Shouto.”
“Aizawa-sensei was bluffing. But he did threaten to expel the students who
ranked low in his test.”
“Wow. Crazy and yet, something I would not put past the top Hero academy. It’s
a good thing you’d never be in the lowest, huh?”
“…Now that’s an idea.”
“Shouto, d-don’t, father will-”
With a sigh, Shouto closed his eyes and said, “I’m bluffing.” And then opened
them to see Fuyumi had that familiar fear stricken face that he hates so much.
Silence followed and then was broken when his sister gradually started to
laugh...
“W-well then Shouto, how’d you do?” When she grabbed his messenger bag, Shouto
tugged it back and they started their usual back and forth with this until he
relented to his sister’s usual antics.
“It went good.” The unspoken ‘like always’ could be heard.
“I’m really proud of you.” Slinging the bag over her shoulder, Fuyumi smiled at
successfully carrying her brother’s messenger bag. It’s hard trying to care for
her baby brother when her baby brother refuses to be a baby brother sometimes…a
common dynamic between them. “Guess what? I’m off for the next two days and
maybe I can treat you to a movie?”
“Movies are needlessly expensive and won’t the little kids miss you?”
“Expensive, but worth it, and I can afford a mini vacation from the daycare for
your happy day, Shouto. Father would be-” Todoroki didn’t feel bad when his
sister’s laugh died as soon as she saw his change of expression, but he knew it
wasn’t her fault. Hands held tightly on the strap of his messenger bag, Fuyumi
changed the subject quickly to not upset her brother any further. She was quick
to remedy her mistake, “For tonight, um, d-dinner is your favorite.”
“…Soba?” She smiled and nodded happily, confirming his guess. Todoroki weakly
returned the smile and they both walked towards the direction of the bath and
his area of the house. “Thank you.”
“And guess what? I also made some tempura veggies and ordered mozzarella,
pepperoni and broccoli pizza because, pizza is everything.”
His sister’s blue eyes sparkled like the inner child she really was, despite
her practically being a weird and doting sister faux-mother ever since…
“Soba, tempura and pizza?” What a combination. “I need to shower first, so I’ll
meet you at the dining room.”
“Let’s eat at the kitchen this time, it’s more homey. I made your serving
first! Though the cook wanted to do it, but I convicted him to let me make
yours at least.”
With a serious expression Shouto told her, “So, I’m going to die prematurely
then.”
“That’s mean! Never! Don’t ever say that.” He was just kidding, but Fuyumi
still handed his messenger bag by tossing it to him with a decent amount of
force as if the harder she threw it the more it prevent his mortality.
Unfazed by her mini-tantrum, Shouto caught his bag and closed the sliding door
of his room cutting himself off from her panicking. His sister’s trailed off
with the pounding of her feet stomping away in accompaniment, “Be quick baby
brother, I don’t know how long I can guard your food before I eat it all.”
The water felt good.
Todoroki Shouto slowly sunk further into his ofuro, letting the warmth surround
him and sooth his body from the stress of the day. His hands were getting
prune-like already, but he didn’t want to go out just yet for he knew his
father secretly ambushed his sister’s plans for them to enjoy a nice dinner
tonight. It is his happy day and right after that she mentioned father.
Shouto leaned against the side of the bath on the smooth pinewood and pillowed
his head in his crossed arms, closing his eyes to such thoughts and the reality
with it. Think of something else.
Running.
His little body was running now as fast as he could.
He can’t believe he made it out of his home past all the bodyguards that always
watched them from afar. His scuffed white sneakers skidded as he turned the
corner slipping into the bus, behind a really tall lady with a huge dragon
tail. He rubbed his mouth, hoping the vomit there was cleaned off enough on his
long sleeved shirt and tried his best to ignore the aches of his body. The most
pain came from his arms and back. He could feel tears in his eyes, but his
favorite yellow hat hid his tears from anyone that may question why he looked
so upset and was alone. Luckily, everyone ignored him, even the dragon lady he
was huddled behind with her big tail that filled up half of the bus walkway,
between the seats.
He felt scared about not knowing where the bus is heading, but he’d rather be
anywhere but home right now. It’s been five days in a row since he started
training with father and he can’t take it anymore.
It took a while for his chosen human shield to move, the long rainbow fur of
her tail kept on making him have aborted sneezes, so it was a relief when they
exited the bus. The lady had a child in her arms that he didn’t notice due to
her height and only noticed when the child squealed in excitement. They were at
a park.
Quickly, he ran past the other children playing everywhere and moved to the
play structure that had the least kids around it. It was a dinosaur looking
thing with a long neck rising high into the air with its body area saying on
its side, feet curled as tunnels that lead inside it. It looked the most
abandoned due to the growth of random patches of grass, but right now he wanted
to be alone to just…adjust. Minding his painful arms, Todoroki Shouto carefully
crawled into one of the four tunnels and entered the play structure.
He wanted to be alone.
Todoroki Shouto did not remember how long he stayed there, in the dirt and
sand, crying curled up into a ball.
However, he remembered meeting someone there. A small, stuttering voice spoke
near him, “Y-you’re hurt…are y-you hurt bad?”
From the surprise of someone speaking and touching his hand, little Todoroki
Shouto threw his head up to see another little kid. He looked small, had dark
green hair and big green eyes that stared at him with concern. Shouto didn’t
want to talk to him and was about to go back to bury his head in his arms, but
could not when the other kid immediately got excited, clapping his hands a few
times.
Pointing at his hat, the kid asked him with a joyous delivery, “I have an All
Might hat too! Not exactly…but it’s still All Might. I wish I wore mine today
then we would be pairs. Is All Might your favorite hero, too?”
Todoroki Shouto nodded at the kid, his shoulders relaxing at not having to talk
about why he was hurt, dirty and probably smelly. The other kid didn’t mind
though and sat next to him against the inside all of the playground structure.
Slowly, Shouto sat up when the kid kept talking to him, “Did you see the most
recent rescue he did three days ago at that daycare? All Might’s the best isn’t
he?”
He nodded again. The kid’s freckled cheeks puffed from his grin before he
continued talking, “Can I try on your hat? I’ll give it back I promise. I know
some kids who do that and then run off, play catch and make you fight to get it
back. I don’t like them.”
When Todoroki Shouto took off his hat the kid gasped and he almost made a break
for the closest tunnel if he recognized that he was Endeavor’s son, but he just
slipped a little from his aborted movement when the kid yelled, “Ohh, you look
so cool!! You have different colored hair like your different eyes too? You
look like a Bakeneko!”
The left side of his face grew hot and made his cheeks hot too as he stuttered
out his question before he could stop himself, “W-what’s a Ba…Bakeneko?”
He didn’t want to talk to anyone…but he ended up doing so because, curiosity.
“It’s a transforming kitty spirit creature!” The other kid turned his yellow
All Might hat in his hands and then placed it on his own head. It was big on
his head, like him too.
“Are they bad?”
“Umm…I’ve never met one before so, I’m not sure.” The kid looked up in thought,
his hands pulling down the sides of his yellow bucket hat over his ears and
making it fatten over his face. The hat covered his eyes and nose. Todoroki
suppressed a giggle when the other kid hummed with pouty duck lips before
saying, “I just know Sumi-san said some of them have two colored eyes like
normal kitties. But you’re the first human I’ve seen have that.”
Todoroki couldn’t help his interest in the other kid, “You…can meet with spirit
kitty creatures?”
“Yeah! But mommy said never ever at night or without her or Sumi-san nearby.”
“I’ve never met a spirit creature before.”
“You met me though so you can say you did now! B-but I don’t think I’m a
spirit, spirit like the Bakeneko.”
Todoroki smiled at that and said, “You are a creature though and a pleasantly
perplexing creature too.” When the boy took off his hat to hand it back to him
in an almost sad way with how slow he moved, Todoroki felt he did something
wrong and his smile went away quickly.
“What does perplexing mean? Is it…a bad thing? I-I can leave if-”
“I-it means you’re c-cool too,” Todoroki hesitantly smiled again at the boy,
hoping he did not offend. He was rewarded with a smile from the other kid and
he was relieved at that. While putting his hat securely back on his head,
tucking as much of his bangs and stray hair underneath it to hide them,
Todoroki stood up and asked, “Do you…wanna play together?”
“Yeah!” The two kids then emerged from underneath the play area tunnels, the
park was empty besides them from what Todoroki Shouto could see, and so they
headed to the swing set together. “Oh wait! What’s your name?”
“Um…Shouto.”
“Can I call you Shochan?”
“…”
“S-sorry! I can call you Shouto-sa-”
“No!!” The other kid sat on the swing set and stared at him. Todoroki felt a
bit embarrassed at him yelling so suddenly. “Sorry…umm, I just never-…you can
call me Shochan, if you’d like. I-I don’t mind.” Shouto felt his cheeks getting
warm again and when he sat next to the other boy on the swing set, he asked
him, “What’s your name?”
The first friend that Todoroki Shouto has ever made smiled at him, opened his
mouth…and froze.
Snow hit Todoroki Shouto’s front and back in a swirling vortex around him, a
powerful snowstorm that surrounded everything in ice. The images before him
shattered to the ground and instantaneously melting at his bare feet.
Shouto jolted awake with a splash of water everywhere from the bath, shocking
his exposed body out from his dreams.
He felt his elbows and knees smash through a thin layer of ice that formed over
his now cold bath water and quickly jumped out. To stop his shivering, Shouto
carefully brought his core temperature up gradually in displeasure for
accidentally activating his quirk while he slept. Not the first time that
happened. He wrapped his exposed form in his long fluffy white towel and
hustled out of the bath area into the much warmer changing room.
Before her brother could see a shadow outside the bath door when he entered the
changing room, Fuyumi quietly slipped away to walk back to the kitchen area
where their father was waiting.
She felt her brother needed her.
Before her tears dropped to the ground, she stopped to catch them from her face
and placed them all safely in her pocket. She rubbed her eyes furiously with
her cardigan sleeve to stop any more tears. She had to be strong for everyone;
She is the only one who can hold their already fractured family together.
Fuyumi took a deep breath and then smiled, turning the corner to address her
father’s stern expression aimed at her, “He’s coming soon, father. He’s almost
finished changing.”
Arms crossed over his chest, Todoroki Enji simply said, “Good. He’s been
stalling too long.”
.
.
.
Izuku wanted to go home.
It’s about a few minutes till midnight and Izuku wanted to go home after their
meal is officially finished with Sumi and the unexpected extra, Shigaraki
Tomura. He didn’t want to stay too late that he couldn’t function in class
tomorrow, even if Sumi said for him just to suck it up and drink coffee.
He must be responsible for both himself and his hero All Might. He hopes he can
see him tomorrow after hero classes to tell him about his night.
When Izuku exited one of the six unisex bathrooms, another man came out of the
bathroom three doors down. The man spotted him and got his attention with an
excited wave, walking over to where Izuku stood, “Oh it’s you, the guy in the
waltz! You’re very graceful and I don’t even like all those fancy dancing
stuff. I’m more of a freestyle guy.”
“O-oh, um, t-thanks so much. I-I appreciate the compliment. You have a good
night, okay?” Izuku was not used to compliments and he might never get used to
them, especially from random strangers.
Walking away, Izuku was going to exit out of the bathroom hallway into the main
room, but was stopped when the man spoke again, “My name’s Takeshi. What’s your
name? Do you want to sing with a few of my friends and I? We got Karaoke room
#4. And I can treat you to a drink!” The stranger winked at him and took a
step.
“A-ah, well I-I-“ Izuku took a step back, sweat beading down the side of his
face as he wanted to make a run for it into the dance floor that was right
behind him, back to Sumi. “I really have to go meet up with a friend I’m here
with. Thank you though for-”
“Oh, come on! It’ll be great!” The man moved closer again reaching out to hold
Izuku’s hands, but was intervened.
“There you are. You were taking so long, I was worried you got lost since
you’ve never been here before.” Slicing through the crowd of people like an
oiled knife through water, Tomura slipped his hand behind Izuku’s neck and
drape his arm over the shorter kid’s shoulders. He then leaned his cheek on
Izuku’s shoulder and stared at the stranger with a look.
The stranger, that was shamelessly making a move on a kid way too young for
him, laughed nervously at the intimidating figure of Tomura. Warning bells went
off.
The boy he held squeaked, but did not pull away for he understood Tomura's
plan. “So I went looking for you instead. I wanted to apologize for my crass
behavior earlier…oh and I’m not a yakuza. Whatever gave you that silly idea?”
The word Yakuza made the stranger’s warning bells slam against his ears like
how he almost slammed into a few people, running far away from them through the
crowd.
“Took him long enough to get the hint.”
Izuku held one hand out in shock at how the stranger ran off so suddenly, and
laughed a little as he turned to face Tomura when the older man let go of his
shoulders. “T-thank you Tomura-san. Though the way you handled it was…kind of
mean.”
Eye twitching underneath the darkness of his hoodie, Tomura spoke with clear
disgust in his voice, “He was hitting on you all disgusting and tasteless.”
“Well, yeah, but I could have handled it. I was about to run into the dance
floor to loose him too, but took my idea.”
“That is cowardly of you.” He frowned and so did Izuku.
“I like avoiding fights first and I save punching faces or kicks to balls as a
last resort. I’m not afraid to do so, Tomura-san.” That made the other man huff
and even if his toothy grin was creepy, Izuku knew he lightened the mood by
saying something like that to him.
It was then the grumbling of Izuku’s stomach made him uncomfortable…he didn’t
have blood for tonight yet, but he wanted to push through. He could make it
home.
Tomura smirked when he saw the kid Midoriya Izuku rub his stomach with one
hand, trying to look nonchalant about it. He failed at it. The kid is a bad
actor, so probably a bad liar too.
Knowing that he could, since he associated himself as Sumi’s friend, Shigaraki
Tomura draped his arm back around Izuku’s neck and led him away. Tomura lead
Izuku through the dance crowd, past their dining table and towards the multiple
Karaoke room area. Izuku noticed this and stopped in his tracks, forcing Tomura
to stop as well since he was pressed against the boy, walking together like
they were close friends.
“Tomura-san, why are we…going to the Karaoke rooms?” Izuku took a step forward
to separated from Tomura, who glared at him with his hands now stuffed in his
pockets. “Sumi-san should join us too.”
“He’s going to join us soon after he pays for our food and drink. Don’t worry,
kid, he is always close by anyway.”
True, but he was still uncomfortable about it…being alone with this man.
With a roll of his eyes and an annoyed groan, Tomura grabbed the back of
Izuku’s suit jacket collar and hauled the brat into Karaoke room #9.
With a squawk, Izuku’s face met a leather seat as he stumbled and fell from the
rough shove into the karaoke room. Izuku did not notice a male employee bow to
Tomura with his hands held out to present a key. Pushing himself up off one of
the long leather couch seats that lined the left and right sides of the big
rectangular room, Izuku quickly got into a fight stance when Tomura locked the
door behind him and slipped the small key into his back pocket.
“What the hell are you doing, Tomura-san?” Izuku doesn’t curse often, but when
he does curse it’s with reason and right now Tomura’s place on the creep scale
skyrocketed past the stranger that kept hitting on him tonight. “Let me out of
here. Where’s Sumi-san-”
“Will you let me talk?” Oddly, Tomura’s voice was softer…and that made Izuku
more nervous when he continued on, but he did relax his fight stance a bit,
putting his fists down. “Sumi-san is going to be here. He loves you very much
you know. And that’s why he’s given you me for your main meal tonight.”
Given. That sneaky…
The back of Izuku’s calves bumped into the oval coffee table in the middle of
the Karaoke room. The dim, slow moving red, yellow and blue lights moved about
the black walled room, over the small stage at the end of the room, over the
black television and the karaoke systems.
There will be no singing in here then according to Shigaraki Tomura.
The dulled music and chatter of the people outside signaled Izuku that the room
is soundproof and the gulp he took sounded louder in his throat. When Tomura
looked up, standing straighter from his usual slumped way of standing, Izuku
warned, “Don’t come near me.”
The man who locked him in this Karaoke room didn’t make a move towards him yet,
but he said it, knowing the man was going to approach him eventually.
Tomura only rolled his eyes at him and moved the little white curtain over the
window on the black karaoke door, covering it, blocking people from peering
inside. “A predictable response.”
“A natural response to being forced into a isolated, soundproofed room with a
stranger-”
“We’ve met before, you know.”
Izuku’s eyes flashed red when he retorted, frustrated with this man and at Sumi
for ‘giving’ this man to him to feed from, “And I don’t remember you!”
Tomura took a deep breath, embracing the sudden need and strong physical
attraction he felt for the fourteen or fifteen-year-old kid he locked himself
with in a room. From an external, normal, human society governed
perspective…ethically, this is fucked up, but he’s not a damn pedophile nor is
he a part of normal society.
Nor the human society…yet.
“And it’s still upsetting that you don’t.” Tomura shook his head, stopping
himself from speaking further on the subject since Kurogiri asked him nicely to
not talk about it. Kurogiri, in a way, also gave him this Midoriya Izuku, so
he’ll be delicate. The kid deserves it and father would approve. “Just calm
yourself and take a seat, okay? I’m sorry for throwing you in here, but you can
be rough with me as an apology and I won’t raise a hand against you in harm in
return. I am to be delicate with you.”
Tomura rolled up his sleeves to expose his forearms and put on a second archery
glove on his other hand that didn’t have it on already. The man took a step
forward with his red high-top sneakers and Izuku moved his legs further apart,
the wooden heel of his red oxfords clicked on the checker-tiled floor.
“I said don’t come near me, Tomura-san! I’d feel more comfortable when Sumi-san
is-”
“Don’t come near me. Don’t touch me. Don’t hurt me.” Tomura recited, arms now
mockingly held out to the sides and palms turned up as he said that. He dropped
them at his sides when he seriously told Izuku, “I won’t hurt you, kid. I told
you that already. You’re Sumi’s and Sumi would bleed himself dry before he’d
ever let anything happen to you. Pathetic really.”
“S-so then…” Izuku took those words to heart. He knew it to be truth for a long
time ever since he was a child. Sumi is kind of immature at times, and
intelligent teacher at others, but a figure that took care of him enough to be
worthy of a father figure he respects. And the trust his mother has for Sumi is
enough as well, but right now...Sumi is just a-“Tell me, what are you planning
to do since you said Sumi offered you to me and I don’t want you?”
Defiant.
Tomura made an annoyed grunt and pulled down his hood to reveal the entirety of
his long shaggy light grey hair. The way it framed his face made him look
younger, so Izuku guessed that the man is probably in his mid-20s or something
even with the dark wrinkles around his eyes and crackling skin that threw him
off before.
Without any warning the older man was in front of him with hands in his black
hoodie front pocket and Izuku yelped from the quick movement. Izuku fell back
to sit on the leather couch due to the knees of Tomura knocking into his.
Tomura joined him, brushing his thighs against Izuku’s thighs by how close he
chose to sit near the boy. Instinctually, Izuku moved to elbow the man in the
face, but a firm palm blocked him by holding his elbow, stopping about five
inches before making contact with their face.
Izuku noticed Tomura had his pinky in the air like he was drinking tea.
The wicked smirk of Tomura that followed gave Izuku shivers. Izuku instantly
panicked at the man when he pulled his arm over his shoulder and then turned
towards him, using his entire weight to fall over him. Shigaraki Tomura hovered
over Midoriya Izuku, pressing down with his left leg curved under the boy’s
right leg to pin him down. Tomura’s left hand pressed Izuku’s right arm above
his head with a firm hold on the elbow he blocked from hitting him.
Angry at the wrestle-like maneuver he was forced into, Izuku snapped his head
away from their right hands now tightly intertwined together to look at
Tomura’s smiling eyes. Then man put his whole weight on him and Izuku struggled
underneath him, tugging at his arms and right leg.
Izuku noticed there was something in Tomura’s front hoodie pocket.
Izuku managed to slide his left leg off the leather couch and knee Tomura’s
right side, making the man grunt, but not move off him. He was going to do it
again, but Tomura quickly caught his free leg with his right leg and hooked it,
trapped the same way as his right leg.
Tomura sat back a little, only a little, to press squeeze Izuku’s legs tighter
to hold him in place since Izuku kept squirming.
Izuku only stopped squirming to yell, “You said you wouldn’t raise a hand
against me in harm! Then what’s this?!” Izuku’s eyes flashed red once and faded
to green when gritted out the words, “Get off me. I want Sumi-san.”
Tomura looked at the kid’s glare and kind of could see why Kurogiri spoils this
kid so much…to the point that he put away his hesitation of letting Tomura
close to the kid. Kurogiri trust Tomura…now, maybe not before, but enough now.
It was enough trust to let him go near Midoriya Izuku the natural born vampire
kid, if it meant having his first blood with someone Sumi trusts, since the kid
refused to hunt on his own tonight.
Midoriya Izuku’s vampire fangs that grew from his incisors transfixed Tomura
and oh yea…he could kind of see it, but he could definitely feel him places
that’s for sure. He hopes Izuku won’t notice him hard. At the moment, the blind
anger the kid has for him seems to be a sufficient distraction from the growing
arousal in Tomura. With a smirk, Tomura easily clarified, “But I’m not hurting
you, I’m only holding you.”
“And I didn’t head-butt you,” Before Tomura can dodge, Izuku head-butted him
hard enough that they both ended up groaning in pain. Holding his head, leaning
on Izuku’s chest, Tomura’s resolve grew to not get thrown off. And he didn’t.
When Izuku grabbed both of his arms, Tomura struggled to grab him before a fist
could hit him and slammed the boy’s arms back to his sides. Tomura glared down
harder at the kid that was shaking his head from the lingering pain of the
head-butt and he hopes the idiot loses a lot of braincells from the shit he
just pulled on him. He wanted to dissolve the mouth off Izuku when the boy
hissed out a, “I…I only touched your forehead with my own.”
Gutsy little shit. If the kid was older he probably wouldn’t mind having a go
with this one and whether the fight ended in sex or not, he’d be brutal towards
this boy and there would be rope involved…though Kurogiri would probably not
approve of that. Ever.
“I’ll give you three more minutes,” Tomura warned him and the boy stilled.
Fighting the urge to bite the kid, Tomura pressed his dry lips under Izuku’s
jaw and licked the side of his face, stopping near his ear. Izuku flinched and
raised his shoulders, closing his eyes tight.
The damp bloody smell Tomura has around him reached Izuku’s nose and sent a
rebellious grumble of hunger from his stomach. A little moan slipped from
Izuku’s lips and Tomura’s smirk could be felt against Izuku’s soft freckled
cheeks, amused by the shiver he felt against his body.
“Come on Izuku, do it,” Shigaraki Tomura carefully blew a breath over his pink
nose and cheeks trying to make the boy look at him. Izuku felt Tomura maneuver
his arms up above his head.
“I-I don’t want…” The kid beneath him kept his eyes tightly shut, slightly
shaking his head and shoulders hunched up.
Shigaraki would lick those tears off Izuku’s face if Kurogiri Sumi weren’t a
witness. He already pushed it with licking the kid’s face by how the shadows in
the room all moved closer in their direction, after he did that.
“Midoriya Izuku,” Tomura moved slowly closer and closer until he could nearly
murmur on Izuku’s parted, plump, pink lips his simple endeavor. “Bite. Me.”
Izuku’s eyes shot open and glowed a steady red fixated at Tomura’s bandaged
neck positioned close to his face, the smell of damp scented blood caught him.
To Be Continued!!!
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Chapter End Notes
     Super special long chapter filled with more plot, mystery, cuteness
     and drama and vampires!!! Also poor Izuku. No means no people. Also
     never sleep in the bathtubs or any bodies of water...SHOUTO. Jeez.
     Sadly, no Bakugou for this chapter, but next chapter though dun dun
     dun. That's my one hint!
     I'm sorry for taking so long on this chapter. I cut it off later
     though for you all making this my longest chapter ever. I hope this
     was an entertaining read and I really appreciate everyone for leaving
     kudos and commenting as well! It makes me so happy to know you like
     it so far, so don't forget to tell me your thoughts! More to come! <3
     -Unoutan
***** Old relationships can break, but new relationships can appear *****
Chapter Summary
     Midoriya Izuku isn't weak, but he does feel weak. However, it is okay
     to show weakness sometimes. Weakness is a way to grow to be stronger
     and on a happy note...Izuku is not alone.
     Warning: Slight Dubious Consent/Non-con.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Midoriya Inko was covered in blood sitting on the floor with only a torn black
cloak draped around her shoulders, holding a bundle of cloth delicately in her
arms, but close to her body. She sat on the ground with her back pressed in the
corner of the abandoned warehouse they managed to hide in for the time being
and Kurogiri has his back to her, guarding the door. Sumi remembered holding
onto Inko’s discarded clothes like a lifeline the whole night, feeling weak and
useless during her pain, but he’s there…
He’ll always be there for Inko, just like how he would soon be there for her
child that was born during that time of blood and death. And he can still taste
the disgusting blood of the fallen birds of prey hunters that were restlessly
hunting them before. Sumi Kurogiri turned slightly to look at the volatile
female vampire behind him, but turned back to keep looking out through the
locked door in case the people following them may appear to try and hurt them
again. Even though it looks like they lost them hours ago…they can never truly
know, so he kept his guard up that day.
The low growling behind him began to sound calmer to Kurogiri and about when
the sun peaked out from the horizon, the growling stopped. Inko became calmer
and with the sun rising came a small weak cry of the newborn infant of Midoriya
Inko, breaking the silence of that cold snowy morning.
With one last look out the small window of the locked metal door, Kurogiri
turned Inko when he heard her loving voice speak to her new, precious child,
and whisper, “Shhhh…don’t worry, my honey baby Izuku. We’re almost at our
valley, Izuku, we’re almost home…shhh my dear child.”
Inko looked up at Sumi and her eyes are not hostile anymore. Her fatigued green
eyes are back again, not a fire red, but Sumi still kept his body language as
neutral as possible since vampire females are the most temperamental when
pregnant…and even more so when they have just given birth. He limped towards
her, the cuts he got on the right side of his stomach and left leg ached since
a blessed katana managed to slice him there, and then sat close by her side. He
didn’t move to wrap his arms around her, politely waiting for her to initiate
and when she did, he held her close and purposefully pumped his blood through
his body.
The child in her arms needed both of their warmth.
When they fought their way out and managed to hide back within the valley
forests, their previous home left in ashes, only then was Kurogiri Sumi able to
carry and touch the child in his arms with Inko’s blessing.
“Hello there, baby Midoriya Izuku, I’m Kurogiri Sumi…your Sumi-san, and the
pleasure is mine.” The child’s whimpers and tears stopped. Small hands reached
up for Kurogiri Sumi's face and his sharp yellow eyes felt wet. And like Inko’s
relief, joyous, pained tear stained eyes, Kurogiri cried and kissed one tiny
hand.
Inko, properly resting in a dusty, yet comfortable futon on the ground, held
her hands out for her child and Sumi tenderly gave her child back to her. Even
though she was so tired that day and so was he, weak chuckles still came out of
her cut lips as she answered for her son, “The pleasure…is all mine. Right,
Izukun?”
Her child made an unrecognizable sound and quieted, falling asleep along with
his mother, a well-earned sleep, while Kurogiri fainted at their side without
any need for a bed.
Kurogiri Sumi does not know why he was remembering such a horrific, yet
sentimental day, but his mind went to the past as he watched Midoriya Inko’s
now older only child get roughly shoved into the empty karaoke room. He
emotionlessly watched his Midoriya Izuku got pushed down by Shigaraki Tomura,
Sensei’s apprentice and future successor of All-for-One. The human touching his
Izuku coaxed him into a bite. Izuku fought back, but as he anticipated, Tomura
managed to keep overpowering him at everything he did. When Izuku slammed his
knee against the side of Shigaraki’s torso, Kurogiri smirked, but his smirk
disappeared when Shigaraki licked a wet trail up Izuku’s skin. His tongue on
Izuku made him growl within the darkness of his warp gate.
Other portals strategically positioned everywhere in the karaoke room, hidden
in the shadows, all flickered and stretched slightly towards Shigaraki and
Izuku.
“Come on Izuku, do it.” Sumi grit his teeth when Shigaraki said this while
forcing Izuku’s arms above his head, tightly holding him down with his entire
body. No. He took a deep breath as quietly as he could and let out a long
stretch of air, calming his mind quickly. He’s doing this for his Izuku and he
knows Shigaraki won’t disintegrate him. The childish man is not a childish
teenager anymore and Shigaraki has willingly given Izuku his body to feed
from...for that was their agreement. Shigaraki is better now and his precious
young blood will be okay, but…he will be more okay once he willingly bites the
offered forbidden apple giftwrapped before him.
“I-I don’t want…” Izuku whispered, shaking his head at Shigaraki. He made Sumi
desire to just envelope his body and teleport him out of there, but sometimes…a
firm hand is needed to get a point across, to drive the lesson home.
They are vampires and this is how their world is no matter what hero academy
one goes to, no matter what human friends one makes, no matter what life they
live, no matter how hard a vampire tries to deny it all: There will always be
blood spilt one way or another and the thirst will never be sated.
And despite their already extremely intimate position, Shigaraki managed to
press himself closer against the smaller boy trapped underneath him,
positioning his neck closer to Izuku’s elongated fangs. Kurogiri can see tears
falling from Izuku’s frustrated eyes and those eyes flickered from red to green
in an internal struggle of dominance. “Midoriya Izuku. Bite. Me.”
All of the emotions boiling within Sumi went away, replaced with shock once
Izuku’s red eyes dominated and glowed angrily in the dark. His expression
immediately turned pleased when Izuku used his entire upper torso to lunge and
overpower Shigaraki’s hold, completely spinning the chessboard around. Sumi’s
yellow eyes flashed once in the dark as he watch his beautiful young blood
overpower the human that was once supressing him.
.
.
Shigaraki Tomura loves Sensei, everything about the man who is practically his
father, his savior, his everything, and it is deserving. Sensei has given him
everything. He gave him purpose and the ability to change the world by tearing
down all the false hero idols and on day, he will drain all the pathetic heroes
blood for all of humanity to see and no one will be able to stop them.
The bloodshed will be vast and he will make sure to witness it all first hand
because, Shigaraki Tomura loves blood.
Ever since he first saw blood spill out of the people who call themselves
humans and hit the floor dead, ever since Sensei held out his hand to him,
saved him from his suffering, he has loved blood. He loves disintegrating the
red out of people and watching fools suffer, crying as it spills out into
containers, in glasses or drips from mouths. He loves watching Kurogiri, or any
of the beings like him, sink their teeth into flesh and squeeze all the life
out of their victims.
He loves it all, but he bets that hero blood will be the best, better than the
drop of blood he sometimes licks from his hands and definitely better than his
own blood underneath his fingernails. And soon, when Sensei deems it, he’ll
love the taste even more...
However, for now he’s content with watching…from any perspective. The once
little child innocently running around with villains under him, playing about
in the safety of Kurogiri Sumi’s room upstairs of the bar, the sweet Midoriya
Izuku is not so little anymore.
The world is still spinning and Tomura wondered how he got into this position
so quickly. He was sure he had Midoriya Izuku securely pinned down and at his
mercy…but he was wrong.
Hunger is strong. The hunger is strong in both of them for different reasons,
but the young vampire boy craving to remedy it is full of surprises and is now
hovering above him, panting like a dog and Tomura wants him. Izuku’s moving
tongue behind sharp fangs made Tomura desire to press his mouth against those
soft lips, taste his own blood within a violent kiss and dig his nails into the
boy.
Midoriya Izuku’s beautiful red eyes brightly shone in the darkness, staring
down at him with a vigorousness that sent a wave of excitement through his
body. Tomura shivered, a growing smirk forming, and a few beads of sweat fell
down one side of his face as he looked up at the smaller boy.
Rigid arms and hands are tightly gripping Tomura and pressing his shoulders
harder into the couch leather and in addition, to the boy’s weight over him,
this successfully trapped him in an inescapable hold. Tomura’s own technique
has just been reflected and used on him...and honestly, he is so damn amused by
this. His breathing quickened when Izuku shifted his lower body against his own
from this straddling position, but Izuku’s breath calmed in contrast as he
lifted his one hand towards a bandaged neck. The white bandages circled around
Shigaraki Tomura’s neck loosed when Izuku’s careful finger removed a tucked
section out, pulling it down to reveal his marred, unstaunched neck to the
young vampire.
Dull red eyes, in comparison to the ones staring at him, squinted in a grin for
Tomura is enjoying every moment playing with this young, natural born vampire
Midoriya Izuku. He lifted his head up a little to expose his neck more for
Izuku, but he kept his eager eyes locked with those flickering, glowing red and
green eyes.
Despite him wearing archery gloves, Tomura still kept both his pinkies up when
he trailed his hands over Izuku’s thighs and gripped him at his waist, slipping
one hand under the crumpled dress shirt where it was untucked to dig nails into
skin. Izuku hesitated and bit his lip, his one fang nicked his skin to create a
small trail of blood and Shigaraki eyed that blood with interest, wanting to
lick it.
Shigaraki Tomura wants the young vampire boy to press his face against his neck
and breath the scent of his blood before biting into him, so he was very
disappointed when that didn’t happen.
The boy straddling him leaned back and covered his face with both his hands,
his entire body trembling and Tomura raised his one eyebrow when Izuku clenched
both his fists, still held up near his face, and then punched him. Tomura
tasted blood in his mouth, his own blood, from the force of the direct punch to
his face and the momentum initiated him to slide off the leather couch.
Izuku felt Tomura’s hold on his waist disappear and jumped off. The human is
now half sprawled on the floor holding his left cheek and moving to angrily
chase after him. "Are you fucking kidding me, Midoriya Izuku? How pathetic of a
being are you?”
“COME OUT!” Taking a chance on the darkness, Izuku ran to the far back corner
near the karaoke stage and slammed his fists against the darkest area of the
walls as he kneeled on the long leather couch. “I’M DONE WITH YOU AND YOUR
TRIC-MMPH!!”
“I take it back!” Shigaraki Tomura’s rough hands came from behind Izuku, who
gasped when a hand slapped over his open mouth, and another to tear off the
buttons from the top of his dress shirt. Fabric ripped away from Izuku's neck,
exposing his bare shoulder to the man who has changed his mind.
Izuku’s muffled scream, into the hand covering his mouth, made Tomura wish to
shove his exposed fingers down his throat and destroy him from the inside. But
for now he settled for sinking his blunt teeth into the left side of Izuku’s
shoulder, close to his neck, since someone is going to get bit tonight one way
or another.
Tomura pulled his mouth away from Izuku’s broken skin and licked the wound he
made on Izuku with a chuckle. The body he held against him shivered. He smirked
as he mockingly whispered into Izuku’s ear, “I want to play with you until
you’re a thoroughly ruined toy instead, Izuku-chan.”
Wet eyes now glowing a steady green, Izuku shook off Tomura's hand and yelled
with his fangs out. He felt his fists surge with All Might’s familiar power.
“I’m done with you both! Let me go home NOW!”
All Might’s One for All faded immediately, before Izuku’s fist could glow, when
two familiar arms appeared on either side of him, out from the dark walls, and
pushed Shigaraki Tomura away with a palm smacked flat against his face. A
blessing in disguise and Izuku is relieved for two separated reasons at that
very moment.
Tomura’s eyes widened at the familiar feeling, despite it being a hand he does
not prefer, stunning him enough in a distraction that he was thrown back. He
fell to the ground and slid towards the other side of the room, slamming his
back against the opposing long leather couch against the wall. Tomura licked
his lips, swallowing the blood in his mouth and smiled up at Kurogiri Sumi
glaring down at him with those piercing yellow eyes, fangs bared at him like a
wild animal. “I’m done with you both too, especially your poor Izuku-chan,
Kurogiri. He’s boring. No fun at all. Take me home.”
“Please, Sumi-san…take me home,” Izuku angrily begged through gritted teeth as
he curled into the embrace of Kurogiri, fingernails digging into his palms hard
from how tight his shaking fists are right now. Sumi moved to touch Izuku’s
bleeding neck, but Izuku slapped his hand away.
“Me first, Kurogiri, before I think about fighting you to rip him apart
myself.” Tomura darkly told Kurogiri this. Casually, Tomura leans his arms up
on the couch seat from where he sat on the floor. “After I maybe rip you apart
first for going through with that move.”
“You broke our deal.”
“I don’t care.”
The throbbing teeth marks of Tomura on Izuku's neck hurt, badly, and his tears
freely spilled faster down his face as he closed his eyes and pressed against
Sumi’s chest. Even though he didn’t want to be held by Sumi, he is too
paralyzed to move away and knows that the man is his only way to escape this
situation.
“Of course, Izuku-chan.” The dark mist from Kurogiri's exposed ankles
underneath his suit pants stretched and circled around Tomura. The human stared
at him with a dull expression on his face. He quickly opened a portal
underneath Tomura's feet and transported him back to the bar, but he knows that
the human would not be there once he gets back. “I’ll bring you back home now
Izuku-chan, so that you can rest. It is a school night and y-you had…a busy
day. I-I…I’m so sorry, Izuku-chan. For the third time tonight, I’m so sorry.”
“Why-why did you and Tomura-san…why did you…”
“Shhh…don’t think about such things right now.” Izuku closed his wet eyes when
Kurogiri bent down to press a sorrowful kiss to Izuku’s forehead, but that just
made him cry harder. “You’re a strong young vampire, son of the strongest woman
I know and respect. This night didn’t go as happily as I wished. I promise I
will make this up to you…okay?”
Izuku’s shoulders are shaking and the familiar arms holding him gave him no
comfort right now. “…No.”
“Izuku-chan, please understand me, I didn’t want to make you-”
“But that’s what you did Sumi-san! You made me try to bite someone, hurt
someone tonight and against my will, damn it!! And you gave him to me, but
really you gave me to him. He said he wouldn’t hurt me and he did! He’s a liar
and you’re a liar! TAKE ME HOME NOW AND I DON’T WANT TO SEE YOU!” Izuku had his
eyes closed as he screamed this and sighed a sigh of relief when he felt
himself sink into the ground, Kurogiri’s warp mist floating around them both.
.
.
There is a cup of bloody green tea freshly poured into an All Might decorated
cup by Inko and pushed towards Kurogiri Sumi from where he is sitting on the
dining room table beside her. Inko is quiet and so is Kurogiri for he is only
staring at the cup, silent like the grave. It is Inko who speaks first to him
and he flinches from her harsh tone, “My son ran past me crying, smelling of
his blood and of another. I think I remember a scent similar to that stranger’s
blood…but it was a lot warmer.”
“Inko, you don’t…”
“I had my suspicions, but I thought you left that life along with me a long
time ago? You know I never liked it when your silver tongue is directed at me.”
“It’s dead man’s blood, rich and rare blood of a child long gone that belonged
to a family of heroes that have met the same fate. I thought it would be a good
gift for him since he is going to be in UA High’s General Departme-“
“Especially when that tongue is tainted with lies. Sumi, why is my son hurt and
crying on his supposed to be special day? What did you do?”
“I…tried to show him how we hunt and teach him our ways. I also gave him a
willing human. I planned this and tried to take all possibilities into account,
but he got hurt. I-…” A loud crack echoed in the kitchen and Sumi said nothing,
since he can’t anymore with his jaw broken in about two or three places.
“…Sumi, I’m sorry.” Inko stood next to her oldest and most loyal friend,
unclenching her fists to calmly gently place them on either side of Sumi’s
face. The quiet man lifted his head and enjoyed feeling those soft fingers
touch his true form hidden underneath his black mist, closing his yellow eyes
in submission and acceptance; a silent apology. “I care for you so much, more
than a brother, more than my own former husba-…but, Izuku will always be the
most important to me and if he doesn’t want to be like us, why must we force
him? I want him to be happy, don’t you?”
Kurogiri nodded his head and felt the small clicks of his bones slowly return
back to its original shape, and even though he can manage to verbally respond a
little …he didn’t want to talk. He feared he will only say the true words he
knows, and he knows Inko knows as well, and it’s hanging thick in the air like
a choking miasma:
We want Izuku to be happy, yes. There is no doubt to that, but this happiness
is temporary and when the truth comes crashing down for Izuku, everything will
be ruined around him. Everything. The sun always sets and once it does, for
Vampires, it is an eternal night.
Inko then said, “I think it’s best if you leave now.”
Sumi silently left and Inko let him, knowing that he will return when he can,
but she knows that may take a while…with how he spectacularly upset her son to
the point to tears and blood.
Inko lifted her hand to knock on Izuku’s door, a huge mug of warm deer blood in
her hand, and carefully opened the door to her son’s room. It’s dark, but that
isn’t a hindrance for she can clearly see her son wrapped up in a white bed
sheet and laying on the floor next to his bed. A little bit of his hair is the
only thing she can see and so she kneeled down, placed a hand on top of his
head over the white bed sheet and told him, “I have…warm deer blood, Izukun. A
large serving since I know you need it. Can you sit up for me?”
At the mention of blood, Izuku felt his stomach grumble and he sat up to look
at his mother, tightly holding the white bed sheet that he tore off his bed and
wrapped around his body. He didn’t want to show his mother the bite still
healing on his neck and the torn dress shirt.
“I…I don’t think I’m hungry, Mom.” Her expression saddened when her son curled
up into his white bed sheet, but she smiled a sad smile when he wiggled like a
little caterpillar in its chrysalis towards her, resting his head on her lap.
“B-but can I…just…rest here for a few minutes?”
Izuku bit his lip as he sniffed, trying and failing to suppress his tears, when
he felt his mother pet the side of his head, gently playing with the part of
his hair that stuck out and lovingly said, “Of course, my honey baby.”
The mug of blood Inko held was forgotten about that night when her son was
lulled into a sleep that she knew he badly needed. He had a full day…and
another one is going to happen.
.
.
Back in the Karaoke Room, Sumi picked up Izuku’s fallen stripped green suit
bowtie and reverently folded it into his pants pocket. He then picked up a torn
length of Shigaraki’s bandages and rolled it into his other pocket, walking
towards the coffee table to pick up the Karaoke remote. He clicked a hidden
button and that opened two doors to the left and right side of the room, above
the flanking long, black leather couches.
Miyu and another man he can’t remember the name of, but definitely had sex with
at least twice, appeared together from opposite doors. They carefully stepped
down the leather couch and walked up to him. The young man smiled at him and
said, “I take it that since they are not here, things didn’t go as planned?”
“Regretfully, no. But at least we filled a quota today either way, going by
your happy expressions.”
Miyu, straightening his posture, then answered Kurogiri, “Yes we have,
Kurogiri-san. Those occupied in Room #10 are all finished and are at peace
sleeping.”
The young man with a talented mouth smirked at him with a hand to his one ear
with an earpiece microphone in it, and replied, “And that man, who ineptly
flirted with your family, and his group of friends are done too. They are
sleeping in Room #4, but do you want me to kill that man for you?”
Kurogiri shook his head, smirking, and said, “How thoughtful of you, but maybe
next time. Note down his credentials and I’ll have my fun with him in the
future.” The two humans standing before him smiled up at him with eyes sparking
with adoration and he placed a hand on each of their shoulders. "Sensei is
pleased with your service and will welcome you into the fold soon. Proceed like
usual: Let the drunken cattle go and a month from now I shall see you two
again. Bag me the usual with 5 extra. I need some help with an apology.”
The two bowed to him and went to do as he said, the doors in the walls sliding
closed behind them, leaving Kurogiri Sumi alone in the karaoke room to bask in
his thoughts filled with his Midoriya Izuku and his mother. He closed his eyes
to rest.
.
.
.
Midoriya Izuku forgot to drink his coffee before school and he couldn’t even
look at the thermos his mother gave him tha morning. His mother yelled at him
to eat since he was not able to last night, but he just can’t right now. And
despite the fact that he ate a full breakfast: Eggs, miso soup, rice and some
leftover fish, that isn’t enough without blood. His stomach is growling and he
also forgot his thermos at home…in a way, it felt like a little blessing in
disguise.
And he feels like shit because, of everything now…Kurogiri Sumi, blood,
hunting, the life of a vampire, Sumi’s betrayal, Shigaraki Tomura, his healed
neck with an emotionally lingering wound and…the thought of hunting people.
Still, he managed to rise from his accidental slumber to shower at 5 in the
morning and fell asleep with wet hair, then woke up with half his head
flattened in an unflattering way an hour and a half later; Commuting to UA High
is not fun, but he will get used to it eventually. On a happy note, his mother
gifted him his first hero outfit jumpsuit that morning and it did cheer him up
a little. Still, it didn’t cure his dizziness and that is kind of his fault for
not feeding last night as well as this morning, but right now he just...his
stomach hurts, but he can’t.
But it did not make up for the blood coffee he missed this morning and he slept
through lunchtime, so he didn’t eat anything since the airy croissant with ham
and eggs that morning. He’s hungry…running on fewer cylinders than usual, but
he won’t let this drag him down for hero classes today.
Bakugou Katsuki could hear rattling behind him and he was about to yell at
idiot Deku being annoying, but his angry expression died when he looked at
Deku’s unpleasant face up close. “Okay what the fuck Deku. Why do you look like
you got the damn black plague today?”
The rattling Bakugou heard coming from behind him was Midoriya Izuku’s teeth
chattering together. The floating uniform girl in front of Bakugou turned in
her seat and asked Deku worriedly, causing him to snort at her concern for Deku
of all people, “Midoriya-san? What’s wrong?”
Sero Hanta’s grin lessened, stopping the conversation he was having with
Kirishima and said, “Midoriya does look kind of-”
Izuku held up both his hands and waved it frantically at everyone, “N-No! I-I’m
just tired. I couldn’t sleep well last night.” He had a really late, really bad
night…indeed.
Kaminari then said, “That sucks! You need to drink warm milk or tea before bed
or something. That usually calms me down real qui-”
“Deku stop your rattling behind me, shivering like an abandoned pup and go to
the damn nurse or something. You’re so-“ Bakugou was cut off when Aizawa spoke.
“Come with me, Midoriya.” Aizawa-sensei gave him a look and halfway through, he
pointed at him, pointed at the door, stood up without any extra words. Izuku
knew he had to follow and so he did, arms and legs stiff as a robot.
The class didn’t question this, except Bakugou who said, “The hell did Deku do
now? We barely just fucking got here and his ass is already in deep shit,
looking like shit and-AHH! Who the hell-”
Uraraka crossed her arms when Bakugou turned to her, holding up her half used
eraser between his fingers and glaring at her accusingly. “I did Bakugou-san.”
“You stupid round faced-“ The explosive boy growled at her and blasted her
eraser in his hands to tiny pieces, but she was unfazed.
And before Bakugou Katsuki could say anything more, Iida said, “You should
cease being so horribly rude to people, Bakugou, especially Midoriya. He’s
obviously not feeling well today and-”
“I don’t fucking care how he feels.”
That bug-eyed frog girl immediately replied, a single finger to her chin, “Then
why did you bring attention to Midoriya-chan in the first place? You caused
this conversation to start.”
Cue yelling.
Looking away from Midoriya Izuku walking funny to exit the classroom, Tokoyami
leaned his head on his hand that was not finishing his small pencil sketch
drawing. He added the final touch... freckles and he frowned down at them. He’s
oblivious to his seat neighbor’s eyes looking at him do this.
Todoroki Shouto discreetly looked down at Tokoyami Fumikage’s sketch, back up
to the default unreadable intensity in the other boy’s expression and then
towards where the muse, Midoriya Izuku, paused at the door and waved to the
class saying, “Um…I’ll be back!”
“Bye bye Deku!” Uraraka Ochako happily answered and waved back, cutting off
Bakugou and Iida having a yelling match together with a few others that have
joined in.
A lot of the other students waved back too and Todoroki resisted rolling his
eyes when Mineta Minoru said, “Rest in Peace,” only to be reprimanded by
Yaoyorozu.
.
.
When Midoriya Izuku closed the classroom door, cutting off the rising action
happening behind him, Aizawa stood in the empty hallway and stared at him with
an exasperated look. His teacher questioned him, “What’s wrong?”
Izuku’s stomach answered for him and that made the young twitching vampire
freeze and stand up straight with his arms pressed against his sides. “U-Umm…I
just-”
“You didn’t consume enough. Idiot, what kind of Sire do you have that they let
you go without it so long? You’re shaking and your persistent tapping of your
pencil was annoying.” Aizawa reached into his pocket and pulled out his small
thermos the smacked it against Izuku's cheek hard. That caused Aizawa's
careless student to squawk from the impact like a bird that got it’s tail
feathers ripped out. “Drink. Then go to recovery girl for more. You look like
you needed it yesterday.”
Izuku doesn’t know if Sumi ever counted as a Sire for him and his mother taught
him things too, but she is busy with work…leaving Sumi mostly to be his main
source and guide. His mood soured at the thought. He didn’t want to think about
last night again, it’s too fresh in his mind already and blood is just-
The young vampire accepted the thermos, but Aizawa Shouta frowned when the boy
didn’t drink. Midoriya Izuku's body is still shaking like there is a constant
chill in his bones. Izuku unconfidently replied, “I-…I don’t think I can
today.”
“What?” Aizawa thought that was the stupidest thing he has ever heard, but
refrained from saying it when Midoriya Izuku walked closer and gave his thermos
back. His eye twitched as he prepared to tell at this troublesome kid,
“Midoriya, you-”
“A-And I don’t have a Sire, Aizawa-sensei.”
“…” Another ridiculous statement from Midoriya Izuku and Aizawa resisted his
desire to smack the kid upside his head. He didn’t take the thermos from him
and just let the boy continue to hold it up against his chest. Putting his
hands in his pockets, Aizawa narrowed his eyes and retorted, “Don’t play around
Midoriya, at least sip it or something. Don’t be a fool.”
It was then the kid began to tremble more and Aizawa could see him hunch his
shoulders with his head hanging low, his dark green hair shaking together with
the thermos he insistently pressed against Aizawa. He left Izuku hangin,
holding the thermos, a denial of the refusal. Midoriya then looked up at Aizawa
with tears falling down his face, making the older vampire still at the visibly
upset expression.
The teacher is not good with tears, he never was, but he isn’t one to give up
either. His frown twitched as he hesitantly placed a hand on top of Izuku’s
head and calmly asked the crying boy, “What happened, Midoriya?”
Aizawa received no answer for the kid only kept crying and leaned his head on
his chest, shaking and now cradling his thermos like a lifeline.
The classroom door slid open behind Izuku; Uraraka and Iida probably heard
Midoriya crying despite his attempt to suppress his voice. His supressed cries
still echoed down the hallway.
Aizawa addressed Uraraka and Iida seriously, moving his hand to touch the back
of Midoriya’s upper back, and the two students stood in attention. “I’m taking
Midoriya to the Infirmary. Stop fighting and if anything is broken when we come
back, there will be consequences.”
“O-of course, Aizawa-sensei!” Iida looked at Midoriya then down to Uraraka with
a shared look of worry and then stood up straighter saying, “I will make sure
the class will behave.”
Uraraka looked again at Deku crying, but answered her teacher, “Midori-…Yes
Aizawa-sensei!”
When Aizawa Shouta received their affirmative responses, he silently led
Midoriya to the part of UA High’s cafeteria that he has claimed as his own. No
one goes there for tall shoji screens block it off and the sign he displayed
that says ‘Quiet’ made people to avoid it. Midoriya had his hands covering his
face the entire time as they walked to the cafeteria.
Randomly, Aizawa received a text on his phone and it buzzed in his pocket on
silent mode, so he pulled it out to quickly read the familiar text of his
apprentice:
S (Tuesday 8:05): I’m hungry again and I drank it all.
A (Tuesday 8:08): Busy and what am I supposed to do. Go to Recovery Girl, fool.
S (Tuesday 8:09): Fine.
Aizawa then rolled his eyes and put his phone back in his pocket to turn his
attention back to the boy crying for some reason early in the morning, right
after morning introductions concluded. When they both arrived at Aizawa
Shouta’s area of the Cafeteria, the teacher stared down at the boy crying and
sitting in a chair. Aizawa just dragged the extra chair over for him. “What
happened? It’s obviously about blood-“ Aizawa took note of Izuku flinching when
he said that, “And that is important to us for survival, and you were fine
yesterday. So, I’ll ask you again…what happened, Midoriya?”
Aizawa patiently waited for him to speak.
Midoriya Izuku wiped his tears with the cafeteria napkins on the table he is
sitting at with Aizawa-sensei and thought carefully about what he should say.
Sumi and his mother always said that whenever he talks about them, he should be
as vague as possible, even to fellow vampires…especially fellow vampires no
matter how trustworthy they may seem, because trust is easily broken.
And Midoriya knew that fact to be true before, but even more so now…still, he
won’t go against his mother’s wishes.
Izuku explained, “There was…this person I trusted, my sire, I guess you can
say…nothing official was said about sires between us, but he…he gave a human to
me to drink from for the first time, even though I said I wasn’t comfortable
hunting or anything.” His gaze stayed firm on his lap, but decided to look up
when Aizawa didn’t say anything. He immediately regretted it when he saw his
teacher’s wide eyes staring at him with his mouth downturned more into a frown.
“Tell me…” Aizawa spoke to him with an underlying emotion he cannot place.
Without the knowledge to Midoriya, Aizawa felt an itche on the side of his
neck, a phantom pain that appeared, as if summoned out from his nightmares by
his follow up question. “Who is this person?”
“H-he always…always wore a cloak around me.” Izuku’s heart beat faster and
Aizawa frowned at him, knowing he is withholding something. And Izuku knows he
is not the best liar, so he corrected himself and went for the truth instead,
“And he…made me promise not to reveal who they are or-or…or…they…er…”
“Stop.” Midoriya stopped, placing both of his hands over his mouth in shame and
his teary, shaky eyes looked away from Aizawa.
“I…I’m sorry Aizawa-sensei. I promised them….”
Obviously this boy is scared of his Sire. Aizawa leaned back in the chair he is
sitting on, closed his eyes and let out a huge sigh. Aizawa knows that he
cannot push Midoriya like this and the kid's had enough. He knows that very
well...since his new 'life' started out a similar way.
“Midoriya, you don’t have to tell me about your Sire, but do know I do not want
you to see them anymore. They are no longer your Sire, do you hear me.”
Izuku flinched, his eyes widening at his teacher who is now glaring at him with
an intensity that oddly made him…happy? They just met and he’s-…no, whatever
teachings Sumi told him are all in question now. He’s only had Sumi to be the
main word and law for him since he was a young child along with his mother, but
he doesn’t want to be like that and knows he cannot live like that since he has
chosen the hero path.
If the man, his teacher, Eraserhead Aizawa-sensei can become a hero as a
vampire, then he can too, together with All Might’s confidence in him. He
nodded and responded, but his voice still showed some hesitance, “O-Okay,
Aizawa-sensei. I will do my best to avoid him.”
“Come to me before the end of the day and I’ll give you something that will
help you keep your former Sire away from you, but understand Midoriya-” Aizawa
suddenly stood up and Izuku also stood up too on reflect. Aizawa Shouta sternly
warned him with his red eyes glowing fiercely, hands now out of his pockets,
“It is tied to your belief, so if you have a moment of doubt they can get
closer to you. You have the whole day, my troublesome student, to make up your
damn mind and decide if you want to be a follower under a tyrant or not.”
Tyrant.
“Y-Yes, Aizawa-sensei!” Izuku bit his lip, his glowing green eyes flickering
red once died down to normal, and he opened his mouth to say something else,
but couldn’t when he felt the metal of an open thermos get shoved at his mouth.
Aizawa's unhinged wide eyes stared down at him and Izuku internally screamed
when he was threatened in the most round about caring way, “Now drink all this
chicken blood before I pour it down your throat myself. It should tide you over
till lunch.”
Izuku accepted the chicken blood this time and drank the entire thermos Aizawa-
sensei kindly offered him…again.
.
.
Aizawa Shouta’s offered blood did help Izuku, but he is still not experienced
enough to gauge his needed amount together with One for All and he is too young
a vampire to have mastered enough control on his own.
It is something All Might predicted and thought he was ready for, but really…he
was not prepared at all. So it is fortunate for all that Aizawa Shouta decided
to invite himself along with the number one hero that day.
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.
All Might in all of his glory told everyone that they would be having an indoor
battle trial where the entire class is separated into ‘hero’ or ‘villain’
groups. Luckily, Izuku was paired with the super nice girl Uraraka as heroes,
but unluckily he has Kacchan as his villain alongside the enthusiastic Iida.
And Kacchan is not happy with Izuku to put it mildly. They’re fiercely fighting
together and Kacchan’s personality became more and more erratic after Izuku
managed to flip the angry boy over. Only then did their fight truly start:
“NOW I’M REALLY PISSED!” Katsuki wiped a small amount of sweat that formed at
his brow.
When Izuku flipped Katsuki over, a small cut opened at the back of his neck and
he knew that because, he could smell his familiar scented blood in the air.
Izuku’s hyper focus on Kacchan helped him so that he would not die, but it also
was a disadvantage. A hint of cinnamon floated near Izuku’s nose, so he shook
his head to focus himself. “K-Kacchan can you just-!”
“SHUT UP DEKU!” Bakugou Katsuki touched his ear, listening to Iida for only a
second before yelling out, “YOU SHUT UP TOO. Keep guarding. I’m really fucking
pissed right now.” Explosions blasted behind Bakugou to propel him forward
right at Izuku. And Izuku had to get away!
The capture tape!
Izuku ignored Kacchan calling for him and didn’t stop running away from him.
During this moment of calm, Izuku planned as best as he could on what he could
do next, what he and Uraraka could do. Uraraka spoke in his ear transmitter,
“I’m sorry I got discovered by Iida! He cleared the entire floor and now he’s
coming closer!”
“Uraraka where are you?” Izuku looked up when he was told they were at the
middle room on the fifth floor for he noticed that he is right above him and
Kacchan. “We don’t have much time left and if time runs out, they win!”
A wild look is on Bakugou’s face and his wide red eyes stared down at Izuku,
crouching down on the ground a few feet from him down the hall. Kacchan found
him.
Bakugou Katsuki could almost feel Deku’s pitiful aura and he found him at the
perfect time. “Why won’t you use it, Deku? Huh? Are you looking down on
me…again?”
Again? Izuku wanted to yell at him, but there was just no time! He was shocked
when Kacchan lifted his arm, aiming the grenade-looking device, and felt all
the alarm bells warn him when Kacchan screamed with a wicked grin on his face,
“IF IT DOESN’T HIT HIM THEN HE WON’T DIE!”
Izuku needs to focus as best as he can on fighting his opponent and not the
blood that is oozing from the right side of Kacchan’s cut lip and neck. No. HE
HAD TO DODGE, NOW and all he saw was white.
White, followed by flames and black smoke is what Izuku saw together with his
short life flashing before his eyes, the most short-lived vampire Izuku would
ever know in existence. His shoulders shook as he lay on the ground, staring up
at Kacchan who is laughing at him like a damn maniac. Tears, dirt and sweat
stung Izuku’s face when he screamed at Kacchan, “Are you…are you out of your
MIND?!”
The smoke and sparks on Bakugou’s hands lit up his face underneath him and his
crazy smile sent a shiver down Izuku’s spine when he brazenly confessed to him,
“I’M GOING TO BREAK YOU AT YOUR STRONGEST, DEKU!”
He’s lost it. Izuku bit his lip and moved back up to stand. Focus. His blood
and Kacchan’s blood is both in the air, but he will focus. “Uraraka, what’s the
situation at your end?”
Ignoring Bakugou wasn’t a smart move, but Izuku wanted to win, he wanted to
beat the whole war not the battle.
.
.
“Please, All Might-sensei! Put a stop to this because, that Bakugou kid
completely lost it! He’s crazy and at this rate he’ll kill him! Please!” All
Might’s grin faltered a bit as he listened to Kirishima Eijirou beg him to end
this battle.
All Might then looked to Aizawa Shouta sitting at the back of the class, quiet
like a shadow and with dark eyes focused up at the battle. His arms are crossed
over his chest and he has his feet propped on another chair, a relaxed posture,
but his silence is another thing. The two teachers didn’t talk to each other
and All Might didn’t say no when the man said that he will be joining him
today, but the man is still silent despite some of the students now agreeing
with Kirishima.
All Might is prepared to stop the match before Midoriya or Bakugou get
seriously hurt. As supposed to be allies, budding heroes fighting a wholesome
rivalry fight, this fight is the opposite. It is weighted down with unhealthy
baggage and malice. All Might really wanted to cut off the video feed when he
saw Izuku’s eyes flicker green and red...and a small hint of fang appeared in
the video.
He hoped no one saw that. It is a very small detail, too specific and the Video
could have just caught a weird light or something, but All Might specifically
hoped that Aizawa-…All Might discreetly looked at Aizawa and the man is now
standing up with a difficult expression to read. Shit.
“Please All Might-sensei!” Kirishima Eijirou insisted, holding his arms out and
waving them. Shiiit.
All Might really wanted to…he really did, but-…he knew that Midoriya would not
like it if he stopped everything. “No. But Bakugou my boy, if you do that again
I will forcefully end this fight and you will lose by default. Launching an
attack like that in a place you’re supposed to protect was foolish. I’m warning
you, you will get a lot of points deducted off if you do that again.”
Bakugou screamed in frustration and launched at Midoriya again, fists raised
high.
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.
Falling to the ground and rolling away from the stomp of Kacchan’s boots aimed
at his chest, Izuku skidded and got back up without too much trouble.
Focus.
Bakugou Katsuki charged at him, kicking off from where he stumbled near a wall
and took a swing with his right hook a second time. Izuku knew how to deal with
this attack, so he reacted accordingly to what his opponent did before. He was
going to dodge, but Bakugou used a series of small explosions to catch him off
guard and blast his back.
And that hurt a lot!!
Blood, his blood, was in the air mixed within the smoke and he could smell
Kacchan’s sweet, cinnamon blood intertwine with his own bitter strawberry. The
smell grew stronger to Midoriya Izuku.
Focus.
Izuku powered through the pain and forced himself to turn around before the
ferocious Bakugou Katsuki follows up with another attack. A part of Izuku
wishes he could have written this down immediately in his hero analysis
notebook because, the strategy that Kacchan used was really impressive and
quite useful, but now wasn’t the time. Holding his arms, Izuku braced for more
pain. He was too slow to react to the fierce hit that shook his entire body,
slamming into his arm. It hurt so much, but but-but-
“Listen Deku,” Bakugou whispered, breathing a taunting breath on the pathetic
and annoying face of Izuku, mere inches away from the boy’s ear. He smirked
when Izuku’s loud scream reached his ears as he grabbed and swung him to the
ground like a ragdoll, exactly like he did to him before. It created a
satisfying crack into the ground and Bakugou screamed, “YOU, ARE, BENEATH ME
YOU LITTLE SHIT!”
There is more blood forming around Izuku as he laid on the broken cement and
rubble under his pain filled body, but…that cut on Kacchan’s neck and bleeding
lip stuck out the most. Shaking his head, Izuku weary eyes blinked slowly at
the spinning images that are distorting everything around him accompanied with
a deafening ring.
Izuku’s mind is torn out from their current fight as he fought to get his
bearings back. He remembered Tomura pressing his bleeding neck near his lips
and the horrible feeling of his body holding him down. The smell of Tomura’s
blood mostly gave him fear…but Kacchan’s blood always was…and still is-
Even though they are fighting, Kacchan's blood is still very-
Heavens, Mother…help him focus on Kacchan, no wait-focus on this fight. Help
him make sure he wins this and manages to survive this fight with Kacchan.
Please, help him focus on the blood…he shouldn’t have let himself get tricked
by Sumi.
The pain all over his body hurt, just like the pain he felt last night, and
Kacchan is just-
Bakugou Katsuki glared down at Izuku and raised his fist to hit the fallen boy
beneath him, groaning from the injuries he has just received. Green eyes locked
on him and Katsuki guessed that Deku is now finished whining like a child.
His vision is steadying now and Izuku wants to-…he gulped and his eye’s
narrowed at Kacchan when the other boy gulped at the same time he did.
.
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The next thing Bakugou knew, Izuku lunged at him with one arm outstretched and
it was the fastest he has ever seen the other boy move. It shocked him when he
felt Izuku’s one good hand, grab his shoulder and instantly there was familiar
soft dark green hair touching his nose and cheeks. Bakugou hissed when he felt
Izuku slam his open mouth on his neck, over an open wound he has there, and
then roughly sucked his skin with a shameless slurp.
“H-hah?!” Katsuki slapped his hands on Izuku’s shoulders and moved to pull him
away, heat instantly spreading around his face and throughout his body. Pushing
Deku away from him did nothing and when he got slammed hard to the fucking
ground again, he felt his whole body scream from the impact. He did not scream
though and he was fucking proud of that.
Eyes clenched tight from the pain he felt all through his legs, arm, upper back
and shoulders, Bakugou Katsuki managed a low and frustrated groan through his
gritted teeth. “W-what..the fuck…”
Katsuki rested his left hand on the back of Deku’s head, still cringing at the
pain that is echoing all around his body. The pain disoriented him to be unable
to do something about what is happening to him with Deku. The ringing in
Katsuki’s ears drowned out the sound of Izuku sucking at his neck, laying on
top of him.
Izuku’s half-lidded red eyes flickered as he eagerly sucked and licked at the
wound on Katsuki’s neck and moved both of his hands to carefully rest on his
chest. The blood going down his throat sent a wave of nostalgia through him and
the sound of Kacchan moaning under him, when he sucked harder, made Izuku loose
it. However the face turned to hide in his wild green hair and the two hands
that slid down his back revealed that Izuku is not the only one loosing it.
“Deku…” Katsuki growled out Izuku’s name, which caused both Iida and Uraraka to
pause in confusion during their stand off a floor above them.
.
.
All Might held in his internal scream when he saw a hint of Izuku’s tongue lick
the blood on young Bakugou’s neck. His face became pink when Tokoyami seriously
wondered aloud, lifting his long black cloak to the side to cross his arms over
his chest. “What…kind of tackle is that?”
“The floor cracked though so it was strong.” Kirishima pointed this out,
shrugging his shoulders and continued his comment, “And that guy Bakugou isn’t
struggling or punching Midoriya off him either. Effective.”
Yaoyorozu hummed a thoughtful hum and raised her eyebrow when Bakugou’s right
hand moved to hold Midoriya Izuku’s shoulder. It was then the entire class
groaned all together in displeasure when the video feed was cut off.
All Might managed to discreetly press the button on the remote in his hand to
shut off video feed visual. Pulling out his acting skills from all the movies
he loves and the extra curricular class he decided to take at UA High back in
the day, All Might rushed to the control panel and pressed random buttons while
he said, “Shit! Don’t worry everyone, I’ll fix this!”
“All Might…” Aizawa is standing next to him and All Might swallowed the blood-
curdling squeak he would have made from the horror-movie-like appearance at his
side. “What. Is. Going. On.”
“A-AIZAWA-SENSEI. I’m not sure, but I’ll try to fix this!”
In reality, All Might was listening like a hawk on the device on his end and
just praying that nothing too horrible happens. Of course, he trusts that
Midoriya would not do anything too crazy for he trusts the boy. He knows the
boy is smart and the fact that he did this was just a fluke…vampires have bad
days, right? And he’s just a young vampire, a child! They have bad days!
“Then give me one too.” All Might bit his lip when he heard the two boys
groaning in his ears and coughed when he gave Aizawa Shouta an extra earpiece.
The earpiece is in Aizawa’s ear now and All Might looked away when his fellow
teacher’s expression slowly turned aggravated. Through gritted teeth, Aizawa
swore, “Goddamn it.”
All Might, fake busying his hands with trying to fix the ‘broken’ video feed,
turned his head a little to Aizawa and asked, “I hope Midoriya and Bakugou are
doing alright during this! I’ll keep trying to fix this!”
Before anything more sexual happens, Aizawa announced into the microphone with
a tone that is clearly displeased, “Midoriya, Bakugou, snap out of whatever
you’re doing and focus on the goal. You have less than 2 minutes left.”
Izuku immediately snapped out of his daze from Aizawa-sensei’s annoyed
reprimand within his ears, but Kacchan unfortunately is still stubborn no
matter what! Tight arms around Izuku’s waist continued to keep him in place,
keeping their bodies pressed together chest to chest. Kacchan’s eyes are closed
and he is moving his face closer to Izuku’s with lips parted and Izuku does the
one thing he knows might do the trick to snap him out of this. Anger him.
Holding one hand out, palm open, Izuku slapped Bakugou Katsuki in the
face...twice.
“FACKK!” Katsuki screamed in pain from the sting he felt on both sides of his
face and then paused… seeing the position they are in and how close he is
holding Izuku against his body. They both scrambled away from each other
yelling at the same time:
“GET THE FUCK OFF ME, DEKU!!/WE GOT TWO MINUTES LEFT, KACCHAN!”
All Might secretly turned back on the television display, cheering like he just
fixed it along with his now happy class.
“TWO MINUTES-FUCK!” Katsuki gets back on his feet and Izuku does the same, but
Izuku quickly executes his most reckless plan ever. Such a bad plan, but it’s
the only plan that will work if he wants to win this with Uraraka.
Izuku screamed, “YOU READY?!”
“READY?” The confusion that Katsuki felt was demolished by a vortex of wind and
debris when Deku fucking punched a huge hole through the ceiling, upwards
through all the floors, practically splitting the building in half. The air
rushed down and around them to reveal the beautiful blue, fluffy cloud covered
sky above them. Holy fuck.
All Might’s voice boomed through test building and Bakugou stared down in shock
at the collapsed Midoriya Izuku on the ground, yet again, “HERO TEAM,
WINNNNNNS!”
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.
When the injured Midoriya Izuku woke up in the infirmary on a bed with wrapping
around his one arm, Aizawa-sensei spoke to him at his bedside, “See. For an kid
inexperienced kid like you, blood is always a constant and skipping, ignoring
your hunger, messes with your still growing body.”
Recovery Girl wheeled her chair next to Aizawa, away from her office desk
filled with papers, and agreed with the man, “Young vampires are volatile in
both their lust and desire to consume. It is how you are built and there is
nothing wrong with that, but dear…your Aizawa-sensei is here for you now and so
am I.”
“The little blood you had from your classmate today isn’t enough so drink more
from Recovery Girl’s stock before going home.” Lifting up something he had
placed on the bedside table next to Izuku, Aizawa held a talisman wrapped in a
white silk with red accents and a matching red rope. “Here.”
“Is this what you mentioned before that will keep-”
Cutting his question off Aizawa answered him, “Yes. Keep it close.”
“T-T-Thank you Aizawa-sensei. I really appreciate it.”
“I'll head out. Thank you again, Recovery Girl, for everything.” Aizawa stood
up and patted his hand once on the messenger bag he has strapped across his
chest. The man walked to leave the infirmary, but paused at the door. Face
blank, Aizawa turned back to look at Midoriya and said, “Drink. Heal. And I’ll
be waiting in the field, Midoriya. Meet me there.”
Midoriya sat up in his bed as carefully as he could, the aches in his body and
the injuries on his arm are feeling before now, but he had to move with care
incase a wound opens up again. He really needed to talk with his Aizawa-sensej,
so it is a relief that the older Vampire wishes to do so too and initiated
first. “Y-yes I will, Aizawa-sensei.”
The door slid closed and Recovery Girl told Izuku to drink. He did, and with
her kiss, his wounds felt a lot better already. When Izuku was able to easily
move to stand, he stood at the infirmary window to watch a few students who are
leaving the school. The majority of the students have left already and he
managed to wave with his free hand to Uraraka and Iida. He also locked eyes
with Tokoyami Fumikage, the boy who thinks his face is familiar, so he waved to
him too. The boy lifted his hand slowly and awkwardly returned the wave before
getting on his bike. But then he gasped when he saw Bakugou Katsuki leaving,
his familiar spiky head of blond hair and walking mannerism caught his
attention. Izuku was out of the infirmary before Recovery Girl could persuade
him to stay.
With his hand that is not still healing up, Izuku held it out as he called his
former childhood friend, “Kacchan, wait! I want to tell you something
important!”
“Leave me alone, Deku!” Bakugou’s shoulders hunched and he pulled his hands out
of his pants pockets when he turned around to confront the other boy calling
for him. With a snarl he demanded, "You here to rub shit in my face?!”
“No, I’m not! I-I just-” Izuku didn’t know why he told Kacchan these words
filled with such strong hidden meaning, sensitive meaning filled with all his
complex emotions and hinted at All Might's biggest secret, but he did. Katsuki
is staring at him like he has grown two extra heads or flashed his vampire
fangs at him.
“You idiot…you never fucking changed. One day someone else is gonna fucking
find out what the hell you are, Deku, and I won’t feel sorry for you.” When
Izuku stared at Katsuki with his jaw dropped in utter shock, Katsuki
exasperatedly told him, “You really fucking think I’m that stupid, huh?!”
“Y-you…but when did-” Izuku's face is red in embarrassment right now.
“That doesn’t fucking matter, Deku. Look, I don’t give a shit how you feel or
what you are. I’m still going to beat you, blast you out of my way, and I’m
going to destory everyone else here too, so don’t try to give me pity or
whatever you’re…“ Bakugou turned around when the tears in his eyes were about
to fall down his face and Izuku didn’t say anything because, he understands
this feeling too…in a way. He won’t let Kacchan beat him either, not so easily,
not anymore.
“Kacchan…you-I...” He can't believe it. Midoriya Izuku can't believe that
Kacchan has known that he is a vampire and his mind is filling with questions
he wants ask the other boy. He kind of wants to run after him and even though
his one arm is bandaged up, almost healed, but still bandaged...he can maybe
take him? Incase he lashes out? The image of Katsuki crying and punching him
made Izuku decide not to chance it.
Izuku squeaked a little when All Might came out of nowhere with a cloud of dust
trailing behind him. The number one hero placed his hand on Bakugou’s shoulder
and Izuku blinked a few times in disbelief when All Might tried to cheer him
up. However, Katsuki only shrugged All Might away and yelled that he was fine.
Katsuki walked away rubbing his neck... the annoyingly painful hickey Deku gave
him still kind of aches. Under his breath, Katsuki muttered, "Annoying...so
fucking annoying. We're not 4 anymore, goddamn it."
All Might looked away from Bakugou to look at Midoriya with a mildly shocked
look. Messaging his injured arm, Izuku looked up at All Might and said, “I-
I guess he is…okay?”
“It seems so Midoriya, my boy.” Placing his hand on Izuku’s head, All Might
then said, “So, do you wish to tell me what happened during the battle? A lot
happened.”
He felt blood rush to his cheeks and Izuku knew he was fidgeting on the spot.
He put his hand on top of All Might’s hand, that touched his head, and mumbled,
“A lot…did happen. Um…I lost myself.”
Izuku melted into the comforting hug of All Might. “My boy, calm down, okay?”
“I…I will.” Pulling away from the hug, Izuku then reassured All Might that he
will be talking with Aizawa soon and that he is waiting for him at the field
area in UA High. “I am hoping that he can help me. All Might, last night
something bad happened to me by a person I thought I trusted, a family friend.”
All Might’s expression turned concerned. “My boy, tell me, what happened?” He
leaned down a little to be more eyelevel with Midoriya Izuku, encouraging him
to continue with his hands gently holding both of the boy’s arms. “Were you
hurt by them?”
“Yes, but I decided that I won’t see them anymore or at least I will try to
distance myself from them, since they are…family. Aizawa-sensei is helping me
and I hope that he may continue helping me since…this family member of mine
cannot anymore. They hurt…betrayed my trust in them.”
A silence passed between them both for a moment and it was broken when All
Might held him again in a hug, whispering to him, “You’re a strong one young
Midoriya. You always have been...even before.”
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Aizawa stopped in his jogging around the track and ran a hand through his hair
to throw his bangs out from his face. He then sat down in the grass and gulped
some blood, licking a stray drop that tried to fall down his face. When he
pulled out his phone, he received a text again from his other troublesome
apprentice:
S (Tuesday 5:46pm): Tell me why did you cancel lessons today. Please?
A (Tuesday 5:46pm): Because I said so. Continue practice as usual by yourself.
S (Tuesday 5:48pm): I even said please, Aizawa-sensei! I’m just curious.
A (Tuesday 5:50pm): Curiosity killed the cat and I don’t care. Continue until
they are indifferent with you and not completely obsessed with you. Now don’t
text me unless it’s important. I’m busy. Tell Hizashi I’ll be an hour late to
dinner.
S (Tuesday 5:51pm): Not fair, but fine.
H (Tuesday 5:52pm): THERE’S A WEIRD BEETLE IN THE BATHROOM. YOU’RE KILLING IT.
BYE.
When Midoriya Izuku finally appeared with the bandages still on his arm, Aizawa
pointed to the spot in front of him, telling him to sit down on grass.
“H-hello Aizawa-sensei.” Izuku sat down where Aizawa told him to sit and
dropped his school bag behind him. “I drank all the blood Recovery girl told me
to drink today.”
“Congratulations, you’re a big boy now. Now, I’m sure you have a lot of
questions for me-“ Aizawa held up his hand for Izuku to not interrupt him, so
Izuku closed his mouth and gave him all of his attention. The cool breeze in
the air felt good to Izuku he looked at the long black hair of his homeroom
teacher move slightly in the wind. Red eyes now glowed at Izuku as he said,
“But first let me say that you are going to be under my tutelage from now on.
How does this idea sound to you Midoriya?”
Izuku nodded enthusiastically with his eyes flashing at Aizawa and answered
happily, “I’d like that very much Sensei! I…I need more role models and since
you are a hero, you’re the best one!”
Aizawa Shouta’s right eye twitched and he let out a big sigh when he smelled
the subtle scent of the young vampire’s uncontrolled charms reach his nose. His
student and apprentice are both alike in this, but at least his apprentice has
a way to stop it unlike Midoriya. He’s got his work cut out for him all right.
“Good. You can ask me all the questions you want and since I am also your
homeroom teacher, this is hitting two birds with one stone. Keep in mind, I am
also teaching another…”
“Another? May I ask who they-”
“No. Maybe when I deem you two ready you can meet one day, but not now.”
“O-okay Aizawa-sensei. I can’t wait to learn from you!” Aizawa Shouta smirked
at him and Izuku felt sweat fall down his face, flashbacks of the first day
still very fresh in his mind.
“This won’t be easy Midoriya Izuku, but I bet you expected that. Now…” His
teacher then held out his forearm to his mouth and bit it a little, only
pricking his skin. The smell reached Izuku’s nose and Aizawa could tell since
he saw the kid's left hand grip the green grass slightly and then relax a
second after. Kid didn't hide his desire that well. “I won’t let you taste, but
you can smell it and remember it at least, can you?”
Izuku slowly nodded, a small dust of pink grew on his freckled cheeks as he
watched the new source of blood with a new scent drip a single drop to the
ground. Looking away from the red drop on the blade of grass, Izuku looked at
the wound close after Aizawa-sensei licked his arm with his smirk growing on
his face.
Midoriya Izuku committed the smell of raspberries to his memory and smiled, his
legs and arms vibrated in excitement as he answered, “Y-yes Aizawa-sensei!”
“Now for your first lesson, my little fledgling.”
To Be Continued
Chapter End Notes
     Sumi f-ed up in a mega way and Izuku is rightfully upset, along with
     his mother!! And dun dun dun...Inko was a criminal before?
     Sadly, not much Todoroki or Tokoyami in this, but Bakugou got a bunch
     in this one! And lol at Bakugou knowing that Izuku is a vampire since
     who knows? He is a smart boy as well and I'll have a little flashback
     about this next chapter because, there is a bit more to this.
     Also, Aizawa has joined the protect Midoriya Izuku Team because,
     Vampire Hero Daddy Aizawa is on the case and hmmmm...I wonder who
     Aizawa's other apprentice is? Midoriya has a new found admiration for
     his cool new teacher.
     Also, poor All Might. His poor pure ears. At least Aizawa is
     unfazed...by like anything. He's too used to sexual things. Ah,
     vampires...
     Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy this chapter and more to come
     soon! Stay tuned for more developing supernatural hero drama with
     Midoriya, Todoroki, Bakugou and Tokoyami! DUN DUN DUNNN. And don't
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Chapter Summary
     Learning about your body like every normal teenage vampire,
     struggling during school and destroying UA High Academy’s barrier is
     just a handful of the many foreboding events leading up to...
     Enjoy the extra long chapter for not updating in like forever! <3
Chapter Notes
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Fucking Goddamn Deku. He did it to him and in front of people…again.
Bakugou Katsuki gritted his teeth as he rests on the bed in his room and
everything around him is still spinning slightly due to the stupid after
effects; An on and off feeling of vertigo that happens whenever a Deku moment
happens to him. As soon as he arrived home, he greeted his mother a curt hello
and then told her to leave him be in his room.
He muttered shit about wanting to close his eyes because he feels tired; Just
tired and not that the world is rocking around, spinning slowly left to right,
thanks to fucking Deku with his tongue and fangs sucking his blood. To make it
worse, when he came home, Katsuki forgot to pull up his shirt collar to hide
his neck from his mother. Predictably, his mother had to mention it as soon as
she spotted them mark with her damn hawk eyes:
“Katsuki, your neck looks red! Did a mosquito bite you?” Bakugou Mitsuki looked
at him from where she sprawled on the couch with her work laptop balanced on
her boobs, chin securing the machine from falling off as she typed in the most
odd position. “Put some medicine on like always, okay brat?”
Katsuki remembered covered Deku’s mark on his neck and glared at his mother,
while saying, “You look like an idiot, mom.”
“You always do, son, so don’t project.” His mother ignored his angry growl and
continued on, “Must’a had been a big mosquito to make that big a red mark. You
don’t have a secret boyfriend or girlfriend do yaaaa, Katsuki-channn?”
“Oh Fuck no!” He practically yelled this. “It’s just a fucking annoying ass
mosquito bite. The most annoying one to ever breathe the same air as me.”
“You’re going to be in trouble once summer arrives and we go hiking again, if
you’re already getting bit. It’s so sad that mosquitos love your blood like me.
They gave me polkadot arms last summer."
He threw off his shoes and stomped up the stairs to his room, calling back at
his mother, “Y-yeah, mosquitos, hiking, I’ll be up in my room.”
“And how is your dear Deku doing in school with you, brat?”
“FOR THE MILLIONTH TIME, HE’S NOT MY….” Bakugou Katsuki stopped himself before
traveling on that same old path that never ends with his parents and went back
to the important shit, which is how he is feeling right now. Bad. “MY DAMN HEAD
HURTS, MOM! I’ll be up in my fucking room! We can talk later okay? I’m taking a
short nap SO LOVE YOU!!!”
“FINE THEN YOU LITTLE SHIT, LOVE YOU TOO. I’ll wake you in a DAMN HOUR!!!”
Katsuki only closed his door as aggressively as he could before slowing down at
the last second, so there would be no audible slam. His head hurtssss…
That is why Katsuki is now glaring at the ceiling and reminiscing on things he
does not want to reminisce about since it’s all about Deku, the supposed to be
pebble on the side of the road little idiot. He remembered the sting of the
slap that Deku used to snap him out of his thoughts of wanting to shove his
tongue inside Deku’s mouth like in that one video where a guy also puts his
penis in the b-
Nope.
Slapping a hand over his eyes, Katsuki screamed a blood curdling rage filled
scream, “STUPID ASS DEKU, YOU-” He angrily stopped when he heard his mother
yelling at him to ‘shut up’, she’s ‘working on something important in the firm
and talking with them on the phone right now.’
He put a pillow over his face and screamed again, so that the noise would not
carry downstairs where his mother is doing shit, “Deku, you stupid fucking,
asshole, fucking cute ass….what the fuck.”
He took a deep breath, slow, but angry like a kettle letting off steam on top
of a stove too long, filled with pent up boiling rage.
After countless times of baby Deku running up to him and licking his scuffed
knees or elbows, or whatever bleeding wounds he used to always get as a child,
he’s never felt like this! The fuck is this…
But Bakugou Katsuki isn’t fucking blind.
Deku is disgustingly cute in that bunny on the side of the riverbank, shivering
from almost drowning kind of cute, but he’ll die before he openly admits this
to the pathetic idiot!
He isn’t fucking dumb.
When Deku’s mother lost her shit in front of him. Auntie Inko’s fangs flashed
out with red eyes glowing like a thing out of nightmares and she ran way,
disappearing into the shadows. He remembered Deku disappearing in the trees
before like that. Even if his mother tugged him home, Katsuki turned around to
look behind at the playground since he noticed that Deku-...
It wasn’t his fault. He didn’t know. It wasn’t his fault. He wasn’t looking.
It’s not his fucking fault Deku disappeared or whatever!
Soon enough, Deku was back with hands holding his, smiling that same smile
aimed at him, not knowing anything about anything.
The piece of shit Deku, when they were smaller, used to always manage to latch
his mouth on him like he was a chew toy:
“Kacchan, you hurt your cheek!” Deku’s small hand would touch his neck and he’d
kiss Katsuki on his cheek, making his brain short circuit and make his cheeks
burn because, lips did not pull away like he thought they would. Then his
parents and Auntie Inko would just group ‘awww’ at him when he would try
shoving Deku away. And Deku would apologize to him with tears.
“Oh no! You fell, Kacchan! Are you okay?” An annoying hand would hold him and
not let go. Then when Katsuki tries to smack Deku’s hand away to stand on his
own, screaming that he is all right, freakin’ Deku would always baby him and
lick him. One memorable time, he slipped off a log into a low tide water area
and Deku licked under his chin…in front of the two lemming classmates watching
them!
“You’re bleeding again, Kacchan!” Deku tugged his leg up onto his lap and
licked his shin that one time, and Katsuki threw a huge fit, while both their
mothers only watched and giggled once again. If Katsuki remembered correctly…he
punched Deku in the arm when he did that and made the dork cry.
But that was that and this is different from the innocent past. And Katsuki can
remember everything of today:
He remembers the pain in his back, and of Deku’s mouth sucking his skin,
directly over the little cut wound he got...no teeth, just soft lips to his
neck. The loud slurps sucking under his jaw made Katsuki gasp. Deku’s hands
slipped down his bare shoulders, fingers hot on his skin, to rest on his chest,
while Katsuki gripped Deku’s wrists tightly to not let him go. Their legs
slipped between each other, hips grinding, and eager friction bringing them
both to hardness.
At some point Katsuki rolled over the other boy to be over him, but was rolled
back with a hand back on his chest and the smaller boy settling between his
legs. Katsuki might have said, “D-don’t you dare fucking stop, Deku.”
Content, yet eager…he felt like that, he felt like getting his hands all over
Deku’s skin. That was Katsuki’s single-mind goal, but when Deku said,
“Kacchan…keep t-touching me p-please,” he knew that he was not the only goal
oriented one moaning.
Katsuki rested his hands on Deku’s waist and held the smaller boy close to lock
him in place, complying and breathing in the intoxicating scent of Deku, hot
and panting close to him. Deku’s breathing stuttered and his chest shook
against his, from how close they were pressed together, when Katsuki slid his
one hand low under a thigh.
So, when Katsuki woke out of this…Katsuki immediately realized the major
differences of the present Deku and the past Deku drinking from him.
“Kacchan, wait! I want to tell you something important!” When Deku ran up to
him today after school with his arm in a sling, Katsuki felt torn between
yelling in his face and turning around to slam their mouths together.
And Deku had a little red at the side of his lips too…the sloppy dork can’t
wipe his mouth correctly, just like how during their battle at the end. There
was still saliva and blood at the side of his mouth too.
The absolute worst was thinking about how sensual Deku was with him, while
listening to that smart girl know-it-all insult his actions during the hero vs.
villain battles and ended up actually agreeing with her insulting, but correct
analysis. And then soon after he saw the fight that the bird kid with the
darkness quirk and then ending with the worst battle ever: That hot cold guy
winning the battle in less than five minutes. Fuck that guy too.
Then Deku’s bright green eyes watching him, his body still trembling with the
pain from his destroyed arm due to using his quirk, appeared in his mind again,
telling him why he couldn’t use his quirk. Deku can’t control his quirk.
“No control, huh Deku? You changed, but you still can’t control yourself with
fucking anything, goddamn it.” Bakugou Katsuki sighed in annoyance and moved to
scratch his neck, but stopped since he remembered that he put medicine. Useless
medicine, since it will heal by tomorrow, but still a habit is a habit. Closing
his eyes, Katsuki grunted when the image of baby Deku running up to him and
kissing his injured palm came to the forefront of his memory.
Old habits are difficult to overcome. The one thing Bakugou Katsuki can say
about Deku that did not change is that his ability to hide his non-human,
vampire ass from him is still non-existent.
The little shit Deku is lucky he doesn’t give a shit about him not being
human…kind of like his mother does not care with Auntie Inko for some reason.
Before succumbing to the comforts of sleep that he needed in order for this
vertigo to disappear and his confusing feelings that may or may not give him
blue balls, Katsuki muttered under his breath as he snuggled under his bed
covers, “Weird little shit…Deku.”
.
.
Mitsuki smiled when Inko answered her phone with her familiar sweet voice on
the first ring, “Hello, my dear Mitsuki! How you doing?”
“I-Inko, hi sweetie!” Mitsuki coughed once, feeling the usual blush pop on her
face, and adjusted the computer she was balancing on her breasts to lay on her
stomach instead as she seriously asked her friend, “Is your son alright?”
“He hasn’t called me yet, but he told me he needs to stay after school to talk
to a teacher, but he tripped down the stairs and has to also be in the
infirmary for a bit to heal.”
“Oh? I hope all is well when he comes back from that, but the reason I also
called was because, I saw my son have a special ‘love bite’ on his neck from
the most annoying ‘mosquito’ to ever ‘breathe the same air’ as him.”
Inko could hear the air quotes clearly, by how Mitsuki could hear her start her
usual nervous laughter when something embarrassing happens like how she
sometimes needs to separate little Izuku from sucking on her son’s paper cut
finger…for example. “Heh…heh….ohh Izukun. Umm, make sure he has a nice hearty
dinner.”
“Ohhh to both our sons.” She sighed and so did Inko. Crossing her leg over her
ankle, Mitsuki frustratingly muttered into her phone as she thought aloud,
“Those two are sooooo-”
Inko sighed again and said, “Yesssss…I agree, dear.”
“So anything more with Izukun? Katsuki wouldn’t reveal too much, but that they
are classmates again. Nothing really…more.”
“Nothing more for me too. He talks fast and a lot, mumbles like usual, but he
really does not say much…and he isn’t home yet.” The way Inko said this sounded
happy, but Mitsuki, who has known her for years heard her ‘too happy’ tone that
told her that something is not good.
“Did…he still not tell you?” Mitsuki looked up towards the stairs when her son
slammed something on the floor.
“…N-no.” Mitsuki could hear a chair screech on the floor and the sounds of Inko
standing up to walk. “He…he still wants me to think he’s only in the general
department. Thanks for giving me a heads up, Mitsuki.”
“O-of course! I owe you so much.” She aborted her instinctual laugh when she
heard Inko stumble and curse a little.
“M-Miichan, s-stop already! T-that’s been ages ago!” Inko’s pink, round face
appeared in Mitsuki’s mind when her best friend stuttered this. The sound of
Inko hitting her face with a loud slap made Mitsuki roll her eyes endearingly
at the goofy vampire she cares for.
“But I’ll never stop loving you, both my husband and I, Kochannnn. And…my son
still thinks I don’t know that he knows about his little Deku’s secret.”
“You can blame me for that though, dear, and I’m still very, so very, sorry
about that.”
“I toldddd you it’s fine and it’s hilarious in a way for me now, since Katsuki
keeps double speaking to us and we just-”
Mitsuki flinched when she heard her son scream, “STUPID ASS DEKU, YOU-”
“BAKUGOU KATSUKI I’M ON THE PHONE AND WORKING ON IMPORTANT SHIT FOR WORK. STOP
SCREAMING. S-sorry Inko, my son is thinking about your son too loudly, but
please stop saying sorry for that. It was bound to happen anyway with how your
son is with him since the first day the two could crawl together...and you were
with reason. I’d be like that too if anyone ever took my son…”
Midoriya Inko went quiet on the other line and Mitsuki was about to quickly say
an apology for bringing up the start of that horrible-
But Inko only giggled, putting Mitsuki at ease as she fondly mentioned, “But my
son’s little Katsuki-kun has always been a tough cookie though, just like his
momma.”
“Oh stopppp! if you didn’t save-”
“L-Let’s not think about t-that night anymore too. It’s in the past-” Inko took
a deep breath and happily said, “J-just like how my son is here now and that’s
all that matters! He’s fine and will be fine.”
Mitsuki could hear her false happy tone again, but didn’t point it out since
she knows Inko, the older and wiser woman knows already how she sounds and
feels...way before she was born. However, age does not mean that she couldn’t
give her support, that is how friends are and what Mitsuki said next was to
reassure Inko, to support her. “I’m always here for you, Inko. Remember…that we
love you.”
When Inko replied back, she sounded happier, but for real this time. “I know
you do. I-I love you and Masaru very much. Tell him I said hi, okay? And I’m
sorry for calling out suddenly.”
“Yeah I definitely will.” Though Inko tried to sound casual about that, Mitsuki
caught the hesitance in her voice. “Do you want to talk about something else?”
Then Inko began to whisper to fast and Mitsuki almost didn’t catch the last
part, “I…um…I-I’ve got to go. Let’s talk later because, I can smell my son
outside my door. Talk soon, my Miichan, okay? Love you!”
Mitsuki placed her phone on the coffee table next to her from where she is
still resting on the couch, when Inko ended their call, and sighed when her
husband appeared at the door to officially finish his shift at the hospital.
She gave her husband a look and he completely understood the look, so he went
up to her and kissed her forehead as a greeting. “Rough day for our boy, huh?
Let’s make a good dinner together tonight.”
“Let’s finish up the last of the spring onions. And Kochan, said hey and sorry
for ditching. We gotta make her visit us soon when our Kacchan and are at
school.” She whined and puckered her lips before her husband could fully pull
back. He leaned back in and gave her a peck on the lips, catching the laptop
that almost slid off her stomach. She kissed Masaru again and raised her
shoulders to awkwardly whisper in his ear, “Gotta avoid the…bloodshed.”
“We do and since we’re going to invite her-“ He paused and looked up. “Wait,
did they-”
“Yep.”
“Again?”
“Yep.”
“Those boys…but, as I was saying, Kochan is compelled to come when we invite
her over right?” Masaru stopped shaking his head to stand up straight and clap
his hands together, excitement clear on his face when he declared in a hushed
whisper, “It’s been forever since she visited us and I think it’s time to force
her over!”
“I-I don’t think that is…how that invitation myth goes, honey. And isn’t that
fake?”
.
.
Izuku sneezed and rubbed his nose with his All Might handkerchief, causing
Aizawa Shouta to stop talking and stare at him with dull, judging eyes. Folding
and half fumbling his handkerchief back into his pants pocket, Izuku then wiped
his one eye with the back of his hand as he apologized, “S-sorry, Aizawa-
sensei, f-for interrupting you. Something just irritated me. Please continue!
I-I won’t interrupt again!”
Since vampires do not suffer from allergies like some humans, the image of
Izuku’s teary green eyes sparkling at Aizawa put him one step closer to
smacking him like how he does to his first apprentice; when they do something
stupid at least.
Blinking his black eyes once at Izuku’s bashful response, Aizawa sighed and
said, “Okay. You think you're not doing anything, but you are. The vampire
charm is fickle. There will always be a constant tug of war between you and the
ones on the receiving end. Sneezing like a damn kitten can make people approach
you with your charm on full blast.”
“…K-kitten?” Izuku frowned at him, muttering this, and looked away with pink
cheeks to stare at the bandages on his arms. “Then what I did to Kacchan was-
…and we-we just, in front of-”
“Yes. That is why you two were making out during a trial battle lesson in front
of the entire class. You are lucky the visuals died before we could all witness
you probably licking his-”
“AHHH!” Screaming into the heavens, Izuku covered his eyes with his free left
arm not in the sling and felt his whole face light up from the shame of his
public display of affection moment with Kacchan. Not to mention the morality
dilemma with the consent issues...h-he’ll have to apologize to Kacchan
tomorrow. If Kacchan lets him…
“-The entire class. PDA is frowned upon in UA High during school hours.”
“NOOO AIZAWA-SENSEI-”
“Stop.”
“GAKK!” Then Izuku painfully fell over, from where he sat on the ground in
front of his teacher, due to a quick hand slapping the back of his head.
Holding his head, Izuku groaned, as he looked up at his teacher that is
standing up now, “T-that…hurt, Aizawa-sensei.”
“Good. Stand up. Your legs work fine right?”
“Y-yes!” Izuku followed his teacher’s orders like he got lit on fire, pressing
his left arm against his body in attention.
“If you can’t control your damn heart beat, while sitting down doing nothing.
You are going to move instead. Stop being emotional about the past. It
happened. Deal. You are here now learning how to not let that happen again, to
not end up reeling in all of 1-A into a fight to jump into your damn pants!”
Aizawa glared down at his newly crowned young vampire apprentice number two and
saw his shoulders raise, shrinking again like how he did when he reprimanded
him during the quirk tests on the first day. “Little, subliminal attraction is
fine. That’s damn natural for us, but not what I heard or what All Might heard
during the battle trials.”
Jumping to stand, Izuku held his hand over his mouth before he screamed out his
embarrassed dismay at All Might hearing him too! His face still burned and
Aizawa Shouta’s eyes glowed red at him, quirk turned off, but narrowing in
overall annoyance.
Pointing at the track, Aizawa Shouta ordered to the young vampire, “You are
going to run laps, as many laps as I say. All the other questions you have for
me are on the backburner until you get a hold of your blood pumping recklessly
throughout your body and expelling your damn pheromone odors everywhere. Get
moving or I’ll-”
Before Aizawa could finish his threat, Midoriya Izuku took off running to the
field track, his misshapen red tie flopping around. He could have sworn the boy
had tears in his eyes, but they were wiped away and replaced with a frustrated,
yet determined look similar to how he looked before he impressed him with his
quirk empowered pitch.
Rolling his eyes, Aizawa Shouta muttered under his breath and followed the
young vampire kid, “Guess troublesome kids really is my true curse, Hizashi.”
Somewhere Present Mic was laughing at him, Aizawa Shouta knows for sure.
The teacher smirked as he ran next to a sweating, red faced, Midoriya Izuku
that is running to finish his sixth lap. Aizawa acted like he forgot which lap
on purpose, just to mess with the kid when he asked him with such haggard
breath, “A-Aizawa-sensei…i-i-it’s not w-working! H-how come…you-you are all-
how…and what l-lap? Er…h-how long do I-”
Aizawa Shouta’s smirk grew as he easily answered, “Three more laps. I’m not
trying to stop my blood. I’m in control. Moving blood is always required to
make sure we are not stiff corpses, even the smallest movement. So, control it
when having a conversation with someone or simply jogging, all the time. Come
time and practice, you will understand that you won't have to think about it
and the action to charm will be like wielding another quirk.”
Wielding a quirk is easier said that done though, especially for a boy like
Midoriya Izuku who just inherited his quirk and Aizawa does not know this. But
Eraserhead Aizawa Shouta and All Might are with him.
He is not alone and Midoriya Izuku knows he can do this.
“But since you’re still a hormonal kid dealing with puberty, making out with
your childhood-”
“Aizawa-senseiiiii!” Midoriya Izuku slapped his cheeks a few more times to calm
the blood there, but hitting himself ended up being detrimental. He dutifully
ignored his teacher no matter what purposeful embarrassing things he said to
him and when he finished the last of the five laps he needed to complete, Izuku
slowed to a stop. Drops of sweat fell down Izuku’s face, tired, but he stood up
straight to face his teacher when his teacher spoke.
Aizawa only sounded mildly winded compared to the very tried Izuku standing
next to him, “You’ll get the hang of it for the simple things. Practice. But
during fights it is a different story from jogging or talking. You will
struggle with blood control from charming to energy conservation to sanity
control.”
Fists clenched at his sides, Izuku managed to say, even if he is still fighting
to control his breathing, “S-sanity…control, blood r-rages?”
“Yes. Have you -” When Midoriya looked away from him to his feet, Aizawa walked
up to his student the wiped the sweat that lingered at the side of his head.
The face of Midoriya is still pink from the jogging and the emotional
embarrassment he had to listen to during his attempt to control the blood to
his face, but Aizawa only brushed his bangs back and shoved his hands back in
his pockets. When Aizawa Shouta picked up his black messenger back, Izuku
picked up his yellow backpack, taking the cue that they’re to exit the school
grounds and lessons are over. “You don’t have to tell me now. Tell me when
you’re ready. Blood rages happen to even the most controlled vampire. Your
lessons will continue and we’ll talk more about future lessons.”
Not wanting to hide this from his teacher, the one that has declared himself as
his new Sire, his Sire that will protect, help and teach him even outside of
class, Izuku took a deep breath and said, “Um…t-the sludge villain incident.”
“Ah.” Recognizing the incident, Aizawa Shouta kept walking next to Midoriya at
his side, “The one Bakugou Katsuki also-”
“Y-yes you’re right, Kacchan was there.” Izuku frowned and said, “Kacchan was
taken by the villain and I ran to him and he–”
“And it comes down to you and your ‘Kacchan’ again.” Aizawa made air quotes at
him and Izuku felt his soul die a little inside. “Control those damn red
cheeks.”
“Y-yes, Aizawa-sensei!” Izuku’s cheeks still became pink as he walked next to
his teacher towards the front entrance of the UA building. They walked in
silence for a bit until they stood behind the UA building entrance, still
inside the building, since Aizawa stopped walking and making him stop as well.
Looking up at the man, Izuku hesitantly said, “U-Um…yes, Aizawa-sensei?”
“Charm is fickle, but sometimes it can be a two way street. Not all the time.
As I said, fickle.”
“Do you mean that…” Somewhere, deep inside, really in the darkest depths of
Kacchan’s mind-but Izuku’s mind halted for he didn’t wish to continue the
thought. Shaking his head, Izuku looked back to his teacher when the older man
began to walk again.
Aizawa nodded and said, “...Battles, especially when lives are on the line will
always be a struggle for anyone, human or not human.”
“Yes, Aizawa-sensei. Thank you a-again for…w-well this, and for everything else
you plan to teach me in the future.” When Izuku said this, Aizawa didn’t look
at him or verbally respond to his words. The older vampire just nodded, face
dulled in the normal way his face always auto-defaults. Izuku jogged a little
to return back to walk at his side, going through the front door Aizawa
casually held open for him.
“I still got a lot to teach and tell you kid. We’ll have another lesson soon.
Control is the hardest to hold onto for everyone and not only vampires natural
or bitten. Bitten vampires like us have it hard just like humans, your Bakugou
Katsuki included, Midoriya.”
Aizawa was about to leave, but Midoriya stopped him when he semi-nervously
yelled for him to, “W-wait!” The teacher took his one hand out of his pocket
and looked back to Midoriya and raised an eyebrow for him to continue.
Midoriya Izuku never told the man that he was never bitten. Aizawa Shouta
thinks he was bitten at some point, avoiding the question on purpose since they
just meet and it is a touchy subject for anyone, and since he has a quirk…it is
the only natural guess. A vampire can never have a quirk unless they have been
bitten! But if he says anything then All Might…but Aizawa-sensei has been such
a…
Aizawa blinked at him, staring down at him with an oddly patient expression,
his shoulders slumping down in a passive action. Midoriya understood that the
man is trying to put him at ease right now.
But with All Might and One for All…he-
“I-I’m sorry Aizawa-sensei.”
“…As I said, you don’t have to tell me. Tell me when you are ready. It’s in the
past, but it;s something that is never forgotten, nor the choices that lead up
to it.” Izuku felt guilty when Aizawa Shouta reached out to place a hand on top
of his hair, a steady hand that was such a supportive gesture that he felt
something prickle at the corner of his eyes.
Aizawa said nothing when the Midoriya cried, walking next to him out of UA High
grounds.
.
.
Unknown to the two vampires, Recovery Girl spotted them walking together
outside and ducked m when Aizawa Shouta turned around to look up at them as
they exited past the UA Barrier.
All Might, in his normal slimmer form, also tumbled off his chair to dodge
Aizawa’s intense stare aimed up at the infirmary window. It was like the older
vampire could feel them watching and Yagi Toshinori would not be surprised if
he could. Sitting on the ground underneath the window next to Recovery Girl,
Toshinori laughed awkwardly and whispered to her, “D-do you really think I will
be okay with Aizawa Shouta knowing…if I even decide to tell him about…about-
well, One for All, myself and young Midoriya?”
“Well, Mr. Number one hero, natural born hero,” Recovery Girl smiled when All
Might sighed at her, but she proceeded talking, “Your successor is a vampire
child and by the looks of it, he befriended another possible role model hero,
who also is a vampire.”
“A-A double whammy.” Toshinori laughed an awkward laugh when Recovery Girl gave
him a judging look. Waving his hands, Toshinori reassured her, “I’m not jealous
or anything! It’s just I’m worried for Midoriya…a-and for anyone else knowing
about One for All. And…Aizawa Shouta never really…er…liked me as a person.”
“You are going to have to try getting on that man’s good side, Yagi Toshinori,
for the sake of your successor. And from what Aizawa-sensei told me of what
happened in hero class today-“ Taking a huge deep breath, Toshinori let out the
slowest and deepest sigh when she continued on without missing a beat to
reprimand him. His shoulders slumped when Recovery Girl smacked her hand over
his arm, while saying, “Who was the man who got you out of your tricky
situation by getting through to Midoriya?”
“…Aizawa-sensei.”
“Sooooo,” All Might slumped down to lay flat on the cold floor of the
Infirmary, and Recovery Girl stood over him with a waving finger, “You should
think hard on it. It might be inevitable for Aizawa-sensei to know about it.”
“I-I…shall Recovery Girl. W-well, I’ll shall think about it and talk with young
Midoriya too since he did tell me that Aizawa-sensei is helping him…has been
helping him. And maybe…I’ll treat Aizawa-sensei and his husband to a free
dinner date at a nice restaurant...at some point, if I decide to tell him.”
“Aizawa-sensei might not appreciate the attempt to buttery him up, but at least
that’s an idea Toshinori.”
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Sitting on the curb with a small plastic bag hanging on his wrist, from the
fashion store he wished to visit a few blocks away from UA High, Tokoyami
Fumikage casually unlocked his bike lock from the loop-wave bike rack. His red
eyes narrowed when he took off his bike lock to quickly. He didn’t want to go
him just yet, once again delaying the inevitable slow trudge back home for the
tense, simmering confrontation he is eventually going to have with his mother.
The pot is going to boil over soon and people are going to get burned…again.
Swinging his leg over the black metal frame, Tokoyami settled on his bike and
was about to kick off the ground when he spotted Midoriya Izuku walking on the
sidewalk. His left arm is bandaged and the right as well, but in a sling and
his uniform blazer is hanging over his shoulders. He is smiling down at his
hand in the sling, slowly flexing his fingers and before Fumikage could take
off biking, Midoriya’s big eyes spotted him.
The other boy waved to him with his less injured arm, his mouth is crooked a
bit in his friendly smile, but it oddly looked more endearing up close than
faraway up in the infirmary window he waved from before. “T-Tokoyami-kun! Hello
again! What are you still doing in the UA Academy area? It’s getting late now.”
Fumikage biked across the street and stopped in front of Midoriya, while
greeting his fellow classmate that he cannot stop thinking about, “Hello,
Midoriya, I just went shopping in the area. Killing time. May I ask, how are
you feeling?”
“O-oh, I’m feeling better and I’m not aching as much anymore.” Midoriya
adjusted his hold on his backpack around his left shoulder and began walking
again, so Fumikage leisurely biked closer. He biked next to Midoriya on the
sidewalk and listened to the other boy say, “The Youthful Heroin Recovery Girl
really is UA’s backbone. T-thank you for asking, Tokoyami-kun!”
“It’s no problem. You're my classmate.”
“I-I wish I could've seen your battle in the hero villain battle trials.”
“As that Kirishima and Sato guys in class said before, loud enough for the
whole school to hear, we were all fired up after witnessing your fight,
including myself.” The way Tokoyami Fumikage stood on his bike peddles, he was
a few inches higher than Midoriya and had to look down at him. “Your quirk is
a…precarious one, but strong.”
“A-ah, thank you, but I-I'm not good at controlling...y-yet.”
“But whether you use it or not, you’re formidable. The class got inspired by
your fight with-…” Fumikage remembered how Midoriya became edgy when the smart
and tall girl, Yaoyorozu bluntly asked the relationship he has with Bakugou and
stopped himself before insulting the boy whose actions were not heroic, “Your
opponent.”
He noticed Midoriya flinch and begin to awkwardly laugh, but the laugh receded
to a small, tired sigh, “Tokoyami-kun…do y-you sometimes feel too overwhelmed?”
Fumikage remembered Sangaikage, Head Priestess of Iya Shrine, Leader of The
Tokoyami Clan of Hunter Exorcists and his mother; the leader of the fiercest
clans, dubbed ‘the birds of prey’ that have swept over all of Japan for
centuries, the most respected protector that have its roots everywhere…behind
the curtain.
And Tokoyami Fumikage is in front of that curtain to everyone’s disdain. He
remembered everyone in his direct, extended, and sworn Tokoyami Clan members,
except his father and Chun, always secretly or candidly gossiping about his
choice to not don the family mantel. Fumikage, the number one and only
candidate to inherit the Head from his mother, has thrown his family into
chaos…and they hate him for it.
“I do.” Izuku looked up at him and Tokoyami noticed that his cheeks are a
little dirty, obscuring some of his freckles, additional leftovers of the hero
villain battles. “At times it is…unbearable.”
“I know it's bad to wallow a-and Aizawa-sensei got upset with me too, but-“
“But don’t be disheartened too much Midoriya. Keep on going.”
That made Midoriya’s smile return and Tokoyami ended up returning the emotion
as well, truly feeling happier just from talking with this boy. Even though the
talk was simple, not delving into any specifics that would be deemed too
personal or border on prying, it is a talk that…just worked for them at that
moment. It made Fumikage feel a little better and by the other boy’s satisfying
grin, Midoriya probably felt the same. “I won’t, s-so you too, Tokoyami-kun! I
hope to see your quirk in action more.”
“You shall have more chances to witness us. I’ll eagerly wait to observe more
from you too, Midoriya.”
Midoriya bowed a small bow and said, “I’m sad that I have to go now. I-I l-l-
liked our talk even though it was too short of a talk.”
He didn’t even notice that he stopped biking and Midoriya stopped walking, too
engrossed in their conversation. They are outside the nearby bus Stop and the
approaching bus essentially materialized next to Fumikage, the sound of the
opening doors alerting him to its presence.
When Fumikage biked to leave, he felt Dark Shadow appear from under his uniform
blazer to peak back at Midoriya to wave at the boy, calling out to him, “Maybe
we can hang out one day out of school!”
Underneath his breath, Fumikage whispered out his denial and annoyance at Dark
Shadow saying something like that to Midoriya, but Midoriya’s happily called
back to him, answering his good friend living within him, “That would be
wonderful! Maybe this weekend?”
“That shall be sufficient for us. We’re both free, have a good evening
Midoriya.”
“You too! Bike home safely!”
“Why did…” Tokoyami biked faster, air whizzing past his slicked back feathers,
swerving right onto a random street to disappear from Midoriya who is likely
now inside the bus that arrived. “Care to explain, Dark Shadow?”
Tokoyami Fumikage could feel Dark Shadow settle all complacent inside him,
saying nothing to him since Fumikage knows the answer already. And he does. He
wanted to talk to Midoriya Izuku more too and now he can in a more casual
setting.
Frowning, Fumikage biked faster towards home. It is getting too dark anyway and
Dark Shadow is getting risky, in his own way, like Midoriya Izuku’s quirk did.
When he arrived home, his best cousin Chun was already sitting outside his room
waiting for his story for today. Her bright red priestess garb is still on,
which means she likely ditched her duties again even though she knows she may
get yell at if caught slacking. “Finally! What took you so-”
Fumikage tossed the black lace choker necklace he bought for her that has a
shiny yellow gem in the center. “I thought you’d like this.”
The Tokoyami main house is empty except for Chun and him for now, everyone is
busy around the pervasive grounds of Iya shrine, but the night will call most
of the Tokoyami members except those tasked with…night missions. To Fumikage’s
relief, Chun does not have night mission for this week and he does not have to
wonder if she purposefully timed her down time for his first week at UA High.
He knows she did just for him as his best friend and…only support, close to his
age, along with his father. However, he knows Chun’s identical twin Kakomi did
the exact opposite on purpose, filling up her missions tasks for this week just
to rub in his face like how he did on his first day. One twin is enough.
Chun shook her hands and bent down to get closer to Fumikage when he
approached, her brown eyes sparkled in excitement as she observed the necklace.
She whispered out of habit, expecting ears to be anywhere, and gave him a quick
hug, “I love this, Fumikage-kun. Thank you. You know me too much, cousin and
it’s scary.”
“Me? Scary?” The timed lights in the hallway lit at once, brightly illuminating
the shadow halls of the sleeping quarters of the main house. Fumikage slid open
his door and flicked on the lights to reveal his steep, creaky wooden staircase
entryway, leading up to the highest and least desired room of the Tokoyami main
house, his room. “I do not see how that is so.”
His younger cousin thundered up the stairs so fast that a single brown feather
fell on the third step of the stairs, a blur of her red hakama flitting past
him. Her voice called down to him and the bright light in his room also turned
on, “Get up here and tell me about the pro heroes! Did you see the 18+ Only
Hero Midnight, yet?!”
“I had her class for the first time.” Closing his room door, Fumikage dropped
his backpack and lounged against wall at the area he lays out his futon when
the day concludes. “She’s the Modern Hero Art History teacher and her class
layout plan sounds hard with all the eras she’s planning to cover this year.”
“That makes so much sense. Isn’t hardening things like her specialty too?”
“That was inappropriate Chun, but yes, she is proud of that. On a similar, but
less perverted way.” Fumikage stared at his cousin sitting at his dresser with
his big mirror there, looking at the choker he bought for her, give a short
cackle at how he worded that. Ignoring her goofiness, he looked at the thin red
leather bracelet that is studded with a single row of small metal spikes and
said, “There is a guy who can harden his whole body. Stop it. Do you want to
hear more from me or not?”
“I didn’t even say anything yet.” Turning back to look Fumikage sliding to lay
on the floor with a rice pillow at his head, Chun walked to sit at his desk,
while tying her white miko sleeves back with a red rope. The rope in her mouth
caused her to mumble the next questions, “Is he handsome? Who else is there?
Any cool girls?”
“He’s passable.” Dark Shadow appeared from out of his unbuttoned blazer,
lifting the cloth up to push it to the side as he rested his head on Fumikage’s
chest. Air from his friend’s nostrils blew on his face in a steady rhythm,
desiring to take a short nap, lulled by the conversation about their day.
Fumikage petted the head of his friend and said, “There is this frog girl I
collaborated with during this team battle trial. She’s very tough, agile and
easy to get along.”
“Did you win? Can she like stick to walls?” The sound of rustling didn’t bother
Fumikage, letting his guard down to just relax after his long bike ride here
after a battle. He just wanted to leisurely tell his sister about his day. “Is
she cute?”
“She is like a frog with all her abilities and she’s has an unreadable face,
but is cute. I think you’d like her better than Kirishima if you saw them. And
we won. We were the hero team in the match up and our opponents we unable to
see us coming for we captured both of our opponents.”
“That’s freaking awesome. I hope I can meet some of them one day if they allow
non-UA students onto the grounds.”
Eyes closed, Fumikage took a deep breath with a small smile forming on his
face. “I shall look into the protocols.”
“Maybe after your nap...you can tell me about this cute boy you fancy?”
Fumikage's eyes snapped open when he heard the flipping of paper. He should
have known she would do this, the sneaky girl.
Dark Shadow shot up first, throwing Fumikage’s hand off his head and yelps with
tears in his eyes, “We just want to get to know him more! Don't look!!!”
“What are you-” His voice began to darken, but his cousin ignored him with a
teasing smile on her face with an eyebrow wiggling. She is very lucky that she
is his favorite cousin since they forever ago.
“Why are most of your sketches from behind? Some are barely a 3/4s or profile.
Your muse is always looking away or down…now, that’s scary Fumikage-kun. Right
out of a horror fi-sorry.”
Fumikage quickly sat up and Dark Shadow shot out to grab his notebook out of
her hands before she could flip through today’s art history notes to reveal the
margins that have more drawings of the Midoriya Izuku boy he just- Tokoyami
Fumikage just realized that he asked Midoriya Izuku out on a kind of ‘date’
this weekend. His cousin’s growing grin did not help him with his sudden
epiphany.
“Be more loquacious for once about these things, Fumikage-kun!” She placed
Fumikage’s backpack on the wooden floor and leaned on the one hand on her knee,
slouching forward on the chair like a bad yakuza actor in a movie. Chun teased
him, “Come on! He is adorable…kind of plain, but those eyes though-”
That may be true, but he that isn’t it. Fumikage can feel something tugging
whenever he looks at the boy, it’s not a strong tug, but it gets his attention.
It’s not only a surface attraction to the aesthetics. Fumikage’s red eyes
narrowed a little and Chun’s giggles stopped when she saw his face. “His name
is Midoriya Izuku, a skittish, shy boy with a risky strength enhancing quirk,
but he is friendly from how I observed during our limited interactions and when
in class. He reminds me of someone, but of who has not unfolded to my
awareness.”
“…Oh?” All joking aside, Chun leaned back on his desk chair and honestly
wondered aloud, “I didn’t expect that. Must be annoying. I’m all for you
befriending them though. Maybe it will come to you soon. Give it time.”
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Inko remembered something when she finished her morning breakfast with her son.
She forgot to ask her son yesterday because, Izuku looked so worn and scratched
up that she did not wish to pry. She only gave him dinner, make him shower
well, take off the sling when he felt he could move his arm again and sent him
right to bed.
Pushing her empty bowl to the side, Inko cheerily asked her still half asleep
cutie baby son, “I’ve been meaning to ask you. Did you taste your Kacchan
yesterday, Izukun?”
“MOM!” Izuku dropped his chopsticks in his bowl, timed right after he finished
his snack meal for breakfast that early morning, before they had their blood.
It’s too early for this, way too early as in it’s only 6:00 something in the
morning. The thick curtain prevented the pinpricks of the morning sun to get
them without their daily skin coverage, but the wooziness of the morning is
there. Not anymore. He’s awakened by the question asked from his fully awakened
mother. “Wait, h-h-how d-did you find that out, Mom?!”
“Ah well, Mitsuki mentioned that Katsuki-kun arrived home with an itchy red
thing on his neck, asking me if she should bring him to the emergency clinic
since Masaru was still out. I just guessed.” Inko giggled when her son’s face
turned pink from how easily he walked into that, revealing the truth so
quickly. However, a good parent knows what a good parent knows of their kids!
“My cutie baby, you know that licking people isn’t…well socially accepted. Do
try to fight the urge next time. okay?”
“I-I, yes Mom. It was my fault though for skipping meals.”
“You are a growing baby boy, Izukun. So, make sure to drink whatever mommy
gives you from now on, okay?” Inko purposefully placed her son’s thermos on the
dining table, in front of the chair between them that has Izuku’s yellow school
back on the seat. “And don’t worry, Sumi-san is going to take a break from
seeing us for a while.”
Izuku looked at his big glass of red in his hands and drank from it, giving no
comment on the mention of Sumi. On one hand, he is sad that he won’t be seeing
Sumi, but then, on the other hand he is happy for the same reason. When Sumi
held him close that night after the Tomura incident he orchestrated, Izuku
didn’t know how to feel and as he finishes drinking his glass of blood, he
still does not know how to feel.
Inko put her finished glass on the table and moved to stand up with the chair
screeching and making Izuku watch her, taking one last gulp of his drink to
finish breakfast. Izuku quickly wiped his mouth on his napkin and put down his
glass when his mother moved around their small dinner table and hugged him.
Leaning down when he stood up, Izuku hugged her back. “I’m still…conflicted
about Sumi-san. I’m angry at him, but it’s hard to stay angry at someone who’s
been with me for so long…a friend.”
“I know how that feels. He did wrong you.” Izuku nodded and Inko could feel his
nod from where he has his head rested on her left shoulder. “Very much, didn’t
he Izukun?”
“…He did.” Tomura’s phantom fingers still plagued his nightmares for the second
night in a row. Dry, rough lips of the phantom within his nightmares dragged
against his skin even during his awakened moments and that made Izuku clench
his hands on his mother’s soft dark olive cardigan. “I’m…confused with him, but
until I make up my mind on things, I know I should not see him.”
“I’ve made sure to tell him so.” Inko looked at her knuckles for a second and
continued stroking her sweet son’s soft hair.
“Thanks so much Mom.” Pulling away from his mother’s hug, Izuku reassured his
mother, “I’ll be sure to be more careful today in school.”
“I’m glad…and of course, anything for you my Izukun.” Patting her son’s
shoulder once to get him moving, Inko then gathered their finished breakfast
bowls and utensils and said, “Now, now, you get dressed quick so you can catch
the bus with Kacchan, Izukun.”
“M-Mom…w-we’ve never walked together to school since we were like…I don’t even
know.”
“O-Oh I-I’m so sorry, Izukun!” Inko panicked and walked over to the kitchen
sink as she said, “You know how sometimes things blend for me. I am over a
century old, honey. Do be patient with me.”
“And still so young, Mom. Be out again soon!” Izuku ran back to his room to
change for another fresh day of school.
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They managed to clear the paparazzi. It's sad that the media decided to exploit
and push the UA High rules to attempt to obtain an interview with the number
one hero, All Might. Izuku felt that he should have expected this, but Izuku
didn’t expect to face the intimidating media so soon and like that.
Midoriya Izuku squeaked when Iida rushed up behind him with both hands on his
shoulders and spun him on the tips of his red sneakers to asking him,
“Midoriya! May I see your hands and arms, please?”
Izuku blushed when he placed his hands on top of Iida’s outstretched hands and
the taller boy took that as an invitation to gently examine his arms, moving it
back and forth like they were both doing the tango. “I-I-Iida-kun! T-thank you
for your concern, but I am feeling much better than yesterday!”
“Are you sure? Your hands keep on getting-” Izuku held in his squeak when Iida
lifted his one arm and turned it around, his thumb rubbing the skin of his
wrist. The memories of Aizawa-sensei greeting him and…also, Sumi with his
joking ways back when the ‘pranks’ were acceptable.
Popping behind Iida with her hands waving in the air, Uraraka agreed, “Yeah,
Deku! First, your finger and-…don’t stress too much!”
“Be sure to save your energy for todays hero trials.” Iida touched Izuku’s left
upper arm and nodded, letting go of the smaller boy he dutifully examined to
his satisfaction. That gave way for Uraraka to hook her arm around Izuku’s
right arm, around his elbow. The trio continued walking up to the school.
“Recovery Girl is a true treasure, but do try to eat well. May we all eat
together again for lunch, Uraraka, Midoriya?”
Uraraka smiled up at Izuku and made his face light up red as she asked him,
ignoring his stuttering, “I think Deku already enjoys our company enough to not
have to ask him every day, right Deku?”
“I-I-I do! I…ah, yes, I do enjoy both of your company and I have enjoyed eating
with you everyday. We can continue i-if you want. I already see you guys as…my
friends, my first real friends.”
Iida and Uraraka stared at him with a stunned look that it made his face feel
even redder, but he remembered that he should calm down before anything weird
happens. Taking a slow, deep and calm breath, Izuku lightly laughed to dispel
the silence between them and that got Iida to smile at him. Uraraka’s smile
followed and she squeezed his arm to say, “Awww Deku!”
“It will be a privilege Midoriya.” Iida patted his back twice and they all were
about to continue walking when someone rushed passed Iida, too close that it
made him call out before he even saw who bumped him, “Watch where you are going
there! We’re all late and the announcement say they’ll give us a 15 minute del-
”
“Shut the fuck up you four-eyed extra!”
Izuku gasped when Kaachan moved around Iida to stand in front of them, glaring
murderous eyes at the tallest of their group. Iida yelled and waved his one arm
about, “Stop calling people you refuse to learn the names of extras! And four-
eyes is quite an unoriginal insult!”
It was then Bakugou Katsuki looked at Izuku that his angry expression twitched,
lessening in its initial heat due to the distraction named Midoriya Izuku.
Izuku looked at Kacchan and Kacchan looked at him, both of their eyes wide,
frozen like an animal surprised by another animal in the wild. But Kacchan
marched up to him, hands stuffed in his pockets as he threatened him with a
finger almost touching Izuku’s nose, “Shut the fuck up with me too Deku and
maybe I won’t beat you senseless during the trials today.”
Iida and Uraraka looked at the two in silence. One hand of Iida rested on the
top of Izuku back, near the back of his neck, and Uraraka’s hold on Izuku’s arm
tightened. That observation Kacchan grit his teeth at the two sandwiching him
in the middle.
As soon as Aizawa entered the UA Barrier, ignoring the ruckus behind him, he
stopped to stare at his students Midoriya Izuku, Iida Tenya and Uraraka Ochako
trio with the hotheaded Bakugou Katsuki. He narrowed his eyes at them and
Bakugou moved back, shoving his hands in his pockets again as he walked off.
The remaining trio moved apart from each other and bowed quickly to him with
arms pressed at their sides.
“Good Morning Aizawa-sensei! I hope you had a good morning despite the media at
the gates of UA High!” Iida energetically yelled out like he was answering a
drill sergeant. Not a far off similarity in reality.
“Aizawa-sensei, good morning!” Midoriya and Uraraka yelled this out at the same
time, copying Iida with their own kind of enthusiasm mixed with fear. But
Midoriya added, “The school announced a 15 minute delay just now, so please
take it easy heading to cla-”
“And you think I’m going to follow?” Aizawa held up his phone and dully
declared, “You have less than two minutes to get to class.”
Bakugou Katsuki a few paces a head of them took off running and the trio ran to
follow as well, but in a more panic. The smell of Midoriya running off behind
them was fainter than yesterday…
“Keep at it…” Aizawa smirked as he took his time walking towards the school,
looking at the green poof of hair enter through the door opened for him by
Uraraka. They’re all ready for another day of UA High classes to begin.
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Now, there is only one more class before lunch: Modern Literature taught by
Ishiyama-sensei Cementoss. The class of 1-A is enjoying the break between
classes before said class.
“Midoriya!! Do you wanna eat lunch together?” Kirishima leaned on Izuku’s desk,
resting his head on his open palms, to give him a wide, happy, shape-toothed
smile.
“K-K…irishima-kun?”
“That’s right! You remembered me!” The red head, red-eyed boy laughed, and held
his hand out to touch Izuku’s right cheek to say, “Your freckles are cool! Kind
of like my sharp teeth, it makes you stick out, but your impressive quirk is
manly enough to make you stand out more! But still-”
The finger of Kirishima, moving to touch his face, made Izuku lean back in his
seat tilt too far and cause a fearful yell from Mineta behind him, “E-ey, crazy
Midoriya! Watch it!”
Izuku’s face is pink from both his backward descent and the attention that is
suddenly all directed towards him. How did he become the class president rep
again?
Iida and Uraraka stared at him in worry as he fell, going to catch him or make
him float, but someone else was closer and quicker.
Sero, seated next to him, used his cellophane tape to quickly catch the side of
Izuku’s chair to yank the right side, catching the chair from tipping over.
However the momentum made him fall backwards onto Sero’s lap. Sero’s toothy
grin was close and upside down, their noses almost touching when Sero told him,
“I got your back Midoriya. And maybe I can join you both too! Kaminari already
wants in right?”
“S-Sero-san too? Kamina-” Izuku internally screamed when Sero nodded at him,
their noses brushing, making his push back away on the other boy’s lap. A dead
end in both directions!
Aizawa Shouta isn’t here right now and he thought he was doing so well
controlling whatever his body random does! It was like whatever he managed to
hold in just exploded out at once like a fart in an elevator…and isn’t that an
unpleasant image.
Summoned by the mention of his name, Kaminari leaned on Sero’s desk to look
down at Izuku, “Yeah sure! Let’s eat together Midoriya! Uraraka-san is pretty
cute isn’t she?”
Summoned by her name, Uraraka walked to where the group is in the back of the
classroom since they randomly surrounded Deku. “Thank you Kaminari, but Deku
you look real odd in that pose-”
Kaminari bumped into Kirishima, but the two boys hovered over Midoriya Izuku
along with Sero. Izuku felt another finger tracing the side of his face to stop
and play with his hair.
“W-wait hold on Kirishima-kun, Sero-kun, Kaminari-kun umm…Iida-kun and Uraraka
already-umm, please e-everyone...b-back away please?” Izuku took a deep breath
and tried to calm the blood rushing around his face, knowing that the
circulation of his blood is making this happen. He has to calm himself and-
It was then Izuku screeched at the sudden rush of air lifting him up high,
removing his head from its previous place on Sero’s lap. An arm pressed under
his back and under his thighs, tossing him in the air slightly and catching
again to adjust their support of his body away from the ground. Sero dodge his
head back in time, with Kirishima and Kaminari, with a casual, “Whoops!”
Silence.
Kirishima laughed, breaking the silence to comment at the interesting scene
that developed before them, snapping them all of their attentions elsewhere to
the one of the quiet ones in class, “Now that’s cool. He was so quick I didn’t
even see him jump out of his chair to get to us. So your quirk is impressive
and your physical skills. Nice impromptu princess carry there, Todoroki!”
It is then Kaminari, smacking his hand on his face, pushing his blond bangs out
of his face as he burst out laughing. His body collapsed on the desk as he
muffled out between his laughs, “W-what…Haaahahaha why did he suddenly just-”
Sero merely hummed and made to comment, but he did look at Jirou groan at the
idiotic whatever that happened near her. She went back to listening to
Yaoyorozu’s story before they were rudely interrupted.
It was the invisible girl Hagakure that got Bakugou Katsuki to react when she
turned around, her floating uniform tie swinging into his vision as she moved
to stand. She innocently asked to no one in particular, “Oh? Does Midoriya-san
need help walking somewhere?”
“What the fuck are you all doi-?” Katsuki almost broke his phone as he slammed
his hands on his desk, a small spark appearing under his hands from the force.
Iida and Uraraka are frozen mid-gasp, bringing his attention to where they are
pointing.
Todoroki Shouto is holding Midoriya Izuku in his arms, cradling the smaller boy
with an arm around his back and an arm under the back of his knees. Bakugou
stared and whispered out a, “What in the fuck.”
Tokoyami hopped off Kouda’s desk, their conversation interrupted when Sato
nudged his arm to look over to where Midoriya is in the classroom. “Now…what
bizarre occurrences transpired here?”
When Midoriya Izuku was randomly hefted into the air into the arms of Todoroki
Shouto, he automatically grabbed onto the other boy’s uniform and held onto
him, leaning close so that he won’t fall.
Izuku remembered something like this happening to him before and flinched when
Todoroki stared somewhere around the lower area of his face in concentration.
His face got closer a little, but the uncomfortable feeling Izuku had with Sero
before did not appear. This felt...
Green eyes lowered to stare at Todoroki’s lips and then up to his blue left eye
as he lifted him closer to his face. Izuku leaned in.
The class was silent, eyes watching them, but the sound of the classroom door
opening signaled the arrival of Cementoss arriving to start Modern Literature.
The sound of everyone moving awakened Izuku, but the memory of his lips
touching someone’s bandaged forehead made Midoriya Izuku stare at Todoroki’s
scar again. He shook his head to focus when Yaoyorozu said, “You two. Class is
going to start. Get back to your desks.”
Izuku gasped when the hands holding him twitched as if they were not going to
let him go. “Ummm, T-Todoroki...-kun?”
Todoroki Shouto blinked, staring down at Midoriya when he heard him speak, his
eyes slowly widening, but his mouth turning down to form a frown when he felt
the familiar cold wrap around his head. Midoriya and Todoroki stared at each
other, moving away for their faces were uncomfortably close.
Closing his eyes, Todoroki gently let Izuku down to the ground feet first and
removed himself away from the other boy to get back to his seat. Izuku did not
notice that his hands were shaking a little…
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Todoroki Fuyumi felt ice prickle at the back of her neck, crackling over her
skin, and she knew that her youngest brother was troubled again. She wanted to
call him, ask him how he is…so she can hear his voice telling her lies of how
he is fine.
One day, maybe she can…no. Never. She can never take a chance with him ever
finding out.
Her phone rang and she picked it up immediately, knowing who is on the other
line. Everyone needs her. Everyone and she won’t let anyone go.
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As soon as they sat down to eat their lunch at the table Izuku held for them,
Uraraka and Iida both stared at Izuku waiting for answers at what had happened
before the start of Modern Literature. He slowly chewed his piece of meat from
his Katsudon and stared at them back, his eyes wide like a dear in headlights,
but his motions to eat were still on automatic.
Iida broke quick, two seconds in, and he asked him, “Todoroki picking you up
like that was quite a shock for all of us. Usually he just ignores everyone and
talks to whoever he must, if he must, but what he did was-”
“Cute!” The two boys of the trio looked at her and she held up her hand to
explain, “It is cute, but yes, I agree with Iida! Very much! That was out of
the blue, Deku. Why do you think he did that? You’re great at analyzing. He
didn’t hurt you, right?”
“Um, no not hurt, he was… “ They leaned in to listen to him, so he thought
quick to lie. For some reason, he feels that Todoroki Shouto was not affected
by his…charm. “He could m-maybe be uncomfortable with all the noise and did
that to stop it? Though Kacchan wasn’t really a part of it.”
Iida frowned and quickly agreed, “Yes, Bakugou is loud.”
"Yeah..." Then Izuku flinched on instinct, expecting something to come flying
at him, incase Kacchan decided to randomly appear at the worst moment. “N-no
offense to Kacchan, but he is loud.”
“I agree on that, but…hmmm.” Sweat fell down the side of Izuku’s face as he
stared at Iida rubbing his chin as he chewed his beef stew.
Swallowing a piece of eggplant, Uraraka held out her free hand and muttered out
through a bite, “But back to Todoroki. That was just-” She immediately shut up
when she saw the topic of her discussion walk behind the oblivious Midoriya
Izuku, blinking at them and tilting his head like a cute, curious kitten, since
they both stopped talking.
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.
Todoroki stared at Iida and Uraraka with a blank stare. He stopped their
useless speculations from continuing with his tray of food and drink in his
hands.
Iida was about to address him, Todoroki guessed, but Uraraka elbowed his arm to
make him look at her with a pained ‘ow.’ Uraraka began talking about how great
it is that Midoriya is now the male class representative.
Numbing cold fingers slipped over his eyes and pushed him away, making him walk
away from his classmates toward the exit of the cafeteria. The cafeteria has
too many people, so he prefers the garden area in the central courtyard at the
first floor of UA High. He can be left unbothered there to his own devices.
Midoriya Izuku. He is standing right behind Midoriya Izuku, the green haired
boy that reminds him of something…something complicated as hell. Narrowing his
eyes at nothing, Todoroki ignored the faceless students getting out of his way
and he did not think about some kid in the past kissing his bandaged face.
The solitary student walking out of the cafeteria walked faster for his phone
vibrated again within his pocket.
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The loud sound of two chairs screeching obnoxiously on the floor, heading
towards his direction made Aizawa Shouta roll his eyes and finish his last
spoonful of broccoli and beef lunch meal.
His idiot husband’s hand reached out from behind the shoji screen barrier, that
separates Aizawa off from the rest of the cafeteria area, and moved it a little
to let his chair screech forward in front of him. Present Mic, Yamada Hizashi’s
shiny white teeth grinned down at Aizawa, who only stared, and opened to say,
“Hey hey hey, my ray of sunshine!”
The second screech of a chair, entering behind Hizashi, positioned between
Aizawa and Hizashi already sitting down at the small round table. Shinsou took
his half eaten curry pan bread out of his mouth, sat himself down in the chair
between the two teachers, and politely greeted out an, “Hello, Aizawa-sensei.”
Hizashi, the clever dork, put down his almost finished tray of food and stared
at Aizawa with a comically intense stare. His mouth is set on a deep frown and
Aizawa wanted to deck him in the jaw to make the frown go away.
Shinsou Hitoshi very, very slowly put his curry pan back into his mouth to take
another bite, also staring at Aizawa for they are having a stand off of will
versus will right now. Aizawa did not take the bait and stared at Hitoshi with
his red eyes glowing challengingly to unyieldingly repeat the same words he’s
said since this morning, “I am still not telling you the identity of the new
apprentice, Shinsou Hitoshi and you too Hizashi. No matter how much you beg.
Did you brainwash everyone in the area who saw you following Yamada-sensei over
to my area?”
“Like always.”
“Good.” Aizawa sipped the blood from his thermos and stared at Hitoshi, the red
in his eyes still glowing.
Shoving the bread into his mouth, Hitoshi rolled his eyes and leaned against
the table, slamming his open-lipped purple thermos on the table and making a
few drops of blood fall into Aizawa’s miso soup. “Please, throw me a bone. One.
Little. Bone. What’s their quirk like? Are they strong? Shy? Short? Dorky?
Cute? Anything. I said please countless times and I’ll keep saying it. Plea-”
“I know. I was there when you decided to start imitating a broken record, and
got someone who I thought was on my side to turn on me.”
Red eyes disappeared and the glare turned on Hizashi when the blonde
dramatically sighed, resuming his half eaten meal of grilled salmon don with
veggies. Waving his free arm in the air that isn't holding chopsticks, Hizashi
whined, “Buttttt Shoutaaaa, I want to know too! He’s obviously a student here
and I’m so curious because, I wanna know more about him like our kid!”
“Learn patience, Hizashi.”
“Patience is my forte!” The English teacher randomly busted out his French and
the two listeners before him said nothing as he continued on talking, slamming
his hand on the table when he screamed the last part, “It has to be someone in
the hero department, right? Maybeee someone in YOUR CLASS!”
A small shattering of something was heard somewhere behind Aizawa, followed by
a high pitched screech of some random, upset student, “My latte!”
Cue Aizawa Shouta’s best poker face in combo with a calm, delicate sip of miso
soup. Hizashi and Hitoshi stopped leaning forward in their chairs when Aizawa
put down his spoon inside his bowl just to take a second sip, saying nothing.
“Why did you get a difficult husband, Yamada-sensei?”
“To answer your question, my dearest listener, I’m not sure! I guess you can
say it just happened one day on the field of battle where our emotions were at
a high. The sun was setting, casting shadows far back in the forest we emerged
from. We were two heroes alive for another day after a gut-wrenching life and
death struggle. We stared into each others eyes, passion burning within our
hearts, reflected in our eyes-”
“I will murder you both in your sleep.” Slamming his miso soup a bit too hard
on his food tray, Aizawa narrowed his eyes as he threatened, “We all sleep in
the same damn house.”
“That’s unfortunate because, I never tire of hearing this origin love story
from Guardian #1.”
“I thought I'm Guardian #1, Hitoshi.” Aizawa’s red eyes flashed for a split
second at Shinsou, making the kid slump lower on the table to rest his chin on
it in disappointment. The tricky, yet determined kid frowned as he ate the last
of his food, glaring up at his Sire. “That’s what the papers say.”
“Oh no you don’t, Shouta, for the last time, I-am-the-real-Guardian #1! The
official papers declared that I am in the number one position and we can throw
our whole apartment into disarray to find those ancient adoption papers if we
must!!! I’m the one on top!” His piece of salmon fell from his mouth and Aizawa
ignored them.
“That’s not what the thin walls sometimes say.” Shinsou ignored Hizashi’s
flabbergasted, loud gasp and slid his head to the right, dodging the slam of
Aizawa’s metal thermos aimed directly for the back of his head at the last
minute. Three pieces of his blue hair got caught under the metal and Shinsou
eyed them silently, a small smirk forming on his face when he sat up to
challenge Aizawa’s crooked smirk aimed at him. This is it! This is how he’ll
get him!
But then Aizawa’s eyes glowed red again and made Shinsou’s smirk turn to a
frown. “You’ll never get me, Hitoshi-chan.”
“Don’t be so sure about that Dad.”
“Not in school and stop trying to catch me off guard, you won’t.” Shinsou’s lip
twitched when Aizawa Shouta raised an eyebrow, red eyes still glowing bright.
“You never call us Dad unless you want something and I’m not giving you this
until my new responsibility gets his training wheels off.”
“Ah, so he’s a guy and new at this?” Shinsou smiled at Aizawa Shouta, satisfied
that he made the pro hero eye twitch in annoyance for the first time during
their information gathering, reveal all secrets, Vampire teacher versus student
battle of wits.
“And stop making me use my damn quirk, my eyes are getting dry!!!”
“And don’t throw me under the bus to get to him!” Hizashi’s glasses fell down
his nose as he jammed his finger accusingly at Shinsou’s emotionless expression
now looking at him, “AND THE WALLS ARE NOT THIN, OUR WALLS ARE ALL SOUNDPROOFED
AND I KNOW SOUNDPROOFING.”
“You have to do what you have to do sometimes to get the result you want. And
what’s with the strong reactions from you two? I’m right aren’t I? Oh no,
mental images, ah my brain, my eyes, it hur-” Shinsou visibly flinched in his
seat when a loud ringing stopped him mid-sentence.
Both of Shinsou Hitoshi’s guardians stood up, slammed their hands on the table
and spoke in unison, “Stay here!”
Aizawa Shouta and Yamada Hizashi dropped their chopsticks when the alarms went
off, immediately running out together to investigate the outer grounds.
Pulling out his still ringing phone, while also holding the exit door open for
Aizawa to run past him, Yamada called back, “Follow the protocols and listen to
announcements, Hitoshi!”
The emergency exit behind Yamada Hizashi’s back swung closed, leaving a stunned
Shinsou Hitoshi taking in the sounds of the whole cafeteria immediately
erupting into a loud, echoing chaos. Shinsou emerged from the cafeteria to join
the sea of rushing students heading out of the cafeteria. His eyes stared over
the crowd, assessing the situation; his eye line looking at no one of
importance for the person he didn’t know is the secret apprentice of Aizawa,
was unfortunately carried off by the crowd.
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Shigaraki is looking at his fingers. It was easy to destroy the gates…like
pushing his hand through wet paper.
Sumi Kurogiri continued cleaning the wine glasses that he has lined out on the
table, behind the main bar counter table. The night is a quiet one and even
Shigaraki Tomura, who is calmly drinking from his two fingers of whiskey on the
rocks, is quiet as he sits near Kurogiri on a stool at the counter. Shigaraki
is still looking at his hands, bangs covering his eyes and making it hard for
the bartender to observe.
They are both not talking since they are quite tired due to the last minute
villain that decided to approach them, offering his people to play with him.
So, they showed them what they could do for the League of Villains.
And the verdict is that they exist. The villain who approached them is weak,
bringing an amount of weaker ones to them, but the amount of underlings is what
made Shigaraki Tomura allow them to join. To which, Kurogiri agreed with the
young master Shigaraki. They didn’t need to verbally discuss this for they knew
that the weaklings would be sufficient punch bag fodder, helpful in their
numbers to double their amount and hinder the two teachers Eraserhead and
Thirteen.
The main star Noumou, blessed human and quirk experiment abomination, rests
with them in the basement under the bar. It’s eyes quiet and calm for now until
it is soothed awake by Shigaraki Tomura’s gloved hands, to guide it to awaken
and stand like a young child.
Sumi looked to Shigaraki when he chuckled underneath his breath. Curious at to
what may have made him laugh, Sumi put down his towel and glass to ask with a
small smile to his lips under dark mist, “May I ask…what are you thinking about
to make you laugh?”
“I’m still amused by your darling Izuku-chan that goes to school at UA High, of
all places.” Tomura sipped his drink, with a raised pinky, to hide his smirk
when Shigaraki glared at him with those glowing yellow eyes. The anger that has
been boiling within those eyes have been amusing Shigaraki since the night he
had his fun with Midoriya Izuku, and he won’t stop until the man does something
funny or-
The glass Sumi Kurogiri picked up to clean broke in his grasp. Funny it is
then.
Sumi wiped the blood from the cuts on his right hand on the light blue cloth he
was using to clean the glasses, then walked to the bathroom to get the spray
bleach to clean the stained counter.
When Sumi was gone, Kurogiri swiped one of the drops of blood that dripped on
the bar table and popped it into his mouth. His smirk died when he tasted it.
Izuku said it tastes like lemons to him, sour. He remembers the little kid
saying that when he was still wobbling around everywhere upstairs in Kurogiri’s
room.
Kurogiri doesn’t taste like anything to him and nor did Midoriya Izuku, when he
sunk his teeth into the curve of his neck and shoulder. Copper. Everything is a
metallic copper.
He can’t wait until he can taste more than that just like Kurogiri and his
little Izuku-chan.
“I’m heading to Sensei, Kurogiri. Enjoy your night. Good night.” No reply was
given, but Shigaraki knows the vampire heard him in the bathroom. Bleeding
cracked lips smirked, as he carefully swung his drink at his side with his four
fingers holding the glass near the rim and stood up to leave.
Before leaving the bar, Shigaraki quietly turned the ‘open’ sign to ‘closed’
even if the night is still early since he has not done that in a while. He did
that simply to mess with the man since he knows he’ll be fine soon, being the
professional ancient vampire criminal of the underground, covered in blood by
Sensei’s side; At Sensei’s side, watching Sensei plunge a stake through his own
brother’s heart and then slicing his head off his shoulders.
Halfway down the street, a loud crash and bang from the bar made Shigaraki
chuckle again. Kurogiri will be fine, maybe not for tonight, but he’ll put his
Izuku-chan on the backburner when they go do what they are planning to execute
soon.
And maybe…if Shigaraki has time, everything goes according to plan within his
game, he can run off and visit Midoriya for a second round. Kurogiri will have
his hands full anyway. It all works out. Closing his eyes when his Sensei’s
hand traveled over his face to tilt his head back at an angle, Shigaraki smiled
when he felt sharp teeth bite into his neck…and drink.
Shigaraki needs a good rest and Sensei always helps him, as he helps his Sensei
as well with his constant offering. Sensei’s benign hands laid him down on the
bed to sleep an undisturbed sleep after feeding, the blood drained assisting
his gentle lullaby. Shigaraki Tomura is going to kill the world's beloved
number one hero.
To Be Continued
Chapter End Notes
     Ackkkk, I’m so sorry! Special shout out to Nightwalker! I got your
     hopes up in the comments of last chapter when I thought I’d finish
     this on the 12th, but I’m late! I ended up working more content into
     this chapter and kept polishing and polishing this chapter as best as
     I wanted. I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter as much as I liked
     writing it! I hoped you liked this extra long chapter! <3
     As a summary, for I have a lot of story weaving going on here just
     like the previous chapters and since this is an extra long chapter,
     here it is:
     -Bakugou hates feeling feelings, but he knows a lot about Deku and it
     frustrates him to put it mildly. After what happened Deku going
     missing one day when they were kids, he got even more frustrated with
     Deku.
     -The Bakugou parents know about the Midoriya duo Inko and Izuku.
     Katsuki suspects his parents, but is acting dumb.
     -Inko has a strong history with the Bakugou family.
     -Aizawa Shouta is best dad figure, hero and vampire teacher, and All
     Might is also best hero mentor dad for Midoriya Izuku. Poor All Might
     is conflicted about telling Aizawa about One for All.
     -Midoriya Izuku accepted a future day out –cough- date –cough- with
     Tokoyami Fumikage and he doesn’t even know it yet. (Headcanon that
     Tokoyami likes sitting on high places)
     -Tokoyami Fumikage comes from a historical family of hunters and he
     is the only son of his mother, the current leader of the Clan. When
     she steps down, he is in line to inherit it, but that is not what he
     wants.
     -Sometimes holding things in is badddd. Midoriya accidentally charmed
     the Kirishima, Sero, Kaminari trio.
     -Todoroki Shouto’s memories are unlocking and it synced with Midoriya
     during school when they touched. The two sadly don’t know this, still
     existing in each other’s peripheral vision.
     -Something is up with Todoroki’s sister.
     -Shinsou Hitoshi is the apprentice and adopted secret child of Aizawa
     Shouta and Hizashi Yamada. He keeps pestering Aizawa-sensei and this
     time, got Aizawa’s husband on it too.
     -Sumi Kurogiri is testy whenever Shigaraki mentions Izuku. He is
     really bad at hiding it, so Shigaraki is messing with him.
     I got lots of questions, gave more questions, and revealed only some
     answers, but all is gonna be revealed soon on this slow burn story
     starring our cute novice Vampire child and One for All successor
     Midoriya Izuku. I hope you will like this long ride because, I got a
     lot planned pretty far and I am not giving this story up. Make sure
     to tell me what you think in the comments for I shall appreciate it!
     Thanks for the love over and over everyone! <3-Unoutan
***** A shocking reunion within USJ is a bloody one Pt.1 *****
Chapter Summary
     The full moon is out and that is when supernatural stirs, as well as
     bad humans. Midoriya Izuku face a rescue challenge today, but things
     don’t go as planned…for everyone. Emotions run high, things get
     complicated and a lot of blood is spilt.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
The full moon is out, so the night is bright.
Izuku is properly tucked under his covers; notebooks neatly piled on his desk
instead of all over the bed, sleeping peacefully with arms now perfectly
healed, ready for school the next day.
He is snoring lightly and made Inko smile after kissing his soft cute cheeks
with those cute freckled cheeks that look beautiful on him…only him.
That is how a mother left her son to sleep an undisturbed sleep that night.
With no sound to her steps, Inko closed her son's door.
Inko frowned, adjusting the soft cloth wrapped around her head, concealing her
further in the shadows. The bright lights of nightlife shine against her
focused green eyes that pierce the darkness.
She decided to forgo the usual black cloak. Her mini, sweetheart neckline and
body-con tight black velvet dress with floral-laced three-fourth sleeves is her
ultimate weapon tonight.
Her black heels clicked loud when stopped to be greeted at the door by two male
hosts, but she continued past them to accept the hand of forest green
manicured, slender fingers. The hostess blushed.
In about two hours, after this night ends to turn to morning, it would be
Midoriya Inko’s first day off in a long time, but there will be no relaxation.
She has matters to attend to without the sunlight in her way and there will be
no second chance in case something happens.
Kurogiri has lied to her son, lied to her for…a long time. She didn’t want to
jump to conclusions and call Kurogiri a double agent, but she won’t dismiss the
possibility. Kurogiri Sumi’s loyalty is strong…too strong to the point that the
man now looks like a multi-faced liar with too many masks. He has too many
loyalties that can be questioned.
The hostess immediately led her to the secret section of the club Inko. She is
confident Kurogiri would not be there since one of the basics is never take
where you sleep. But that does not mean Midoriya Inko didn't know of all the
underground activity nearby their home in Shimizu-ku ward.
The secret area is loud with men and women in various states of drunkenness,
laughing alongside the employees catering to them. The club is lively. Three
other hostesses trailed behind Inko, interested the moment she removed her
scarf to free her long dark green hair.
Inko has one main loyalty, her highest priority over her complex care for
Kurogiri, and that is her own dear son. Midoriya Izuku is her precious only son
who deserves the world and she will give him the world away from dangers.
The day it happened, she felt hope within her after decades of pain, the
strength to run away from her old life and it was also the day her son was
born. Her son kicking within her stomach allowed her to move, to fight.
However, when The Symbol of Peace arrived shining like the sun she should hate,
it meant freedom for her and for her yet to be born Izuku.
The number one hero’s arrival was her catalyst, fate holding down a hand,
offering freedom away from him. Fate helped someone as damned as her.
She has lost many, witnessed and felt too much pain, over and over in her
heart, her chest, her stomach, so she won’t allow her focus to stray. Too many
people she cared for and loved had died before her too many times.
Inko’s fangs sunk into the neck of one woman and she moaned, slumping slightly
against the half-circle couch. Fingers slipped through Inko’s hair and another
hand trailed down the sides of Inko’s backless black dress.
Such contact is only allowed in the back, down in the hidden layer to this club
filled with villains just like the three woman under her charms.
Lips loosened and Inko listened to them, while the other people around them
remained oblivious. Only taking a sip, Inko pulled away, licking the bitten
skin to aid in healing.
The hostess Inko tasted is exhaling a slow breath as she spoke, “They said that
they recruited many people…f-for what I’m unsure, but something big…is
happening. I’m not at liberty to-”
“How delightful. You’re all big deals…very strong.” Inko smiled at the woman
and played with her king cobra snake hair, their long forms and fangs
nonthreatening under her gentle fingers. “Tell me more about you, your friends
and about all the things you are at liberty to tell me. I’m curious.”
Politely waiting for them to speak, Inko adjusted how she sat on the couch
surrounded by the three hostesses talking with her. The second hostess playing
with Inko’s hair then licked her purple lips before saying, “We’d like to know
more about you first though, your words are so elegant, sweetie. It’s like you
came out of nowhere, all big eyed, cute face, thick n’ curvy all over.”
The third hostess kissing Inko’s neck stopped to say, “Please do…and we could
go to a hotel together.” That line is usually spoken from the mouths of uncouth
customers to employees, but Inko said nothing.
Though the invite was something she used to accept in the past, Inko shook her
head and teased, “Not until you all tell me about this fun times you’ll be
enjoying with this big baddie looking to make a big splash.”
When the words, “League of Villains,” muttered against her ear, Inko resisted
the initial desire to run home to Izuku. The vague babble spoken after, like
‘I’m not allowed to tell but I want to take off your dress’ and all other
various statements were tuned out.
Kurogiri, no matter his love, loyalty or elaborate secrets and lies, is
predictable in his own way. The man truly cannot abandon that way of life, the
people within it, alive or staked, but most importantly…her husband, her blood
mate, she ran from.
She excused herself with a fake look to her phone and then ran through the
darkness towards home, paranoid about the shadows and who might be within.
.
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Breakfast that morning was a simple one and despite the weariness she felt
after leaving the villain-ridden bar, Inko squeezed the last blood bag into the
thermos of her son, into a glass cup. Though Kurogiri did give a bunch of blood
as a nonverbal ‘sorry’ left it in the kitchen for her to find...
Inko then heard the sounds of her stumbling son, hazy with the early morning
alarm awakening him. The egg, bacon and rice Inko quickly made for breakfast is
already at the table, missing only their glasses of blood and their presence.
Izuku’s favorite ‘All M’ shirt always brings a smile to Inko’s face whenever
she sees it on her dear boy, so she kissed her son on the cheek when he went
near to greet a ‘good morning.’
After they finished eating and drinking their blood, Midoriya Inko thought
about telling her son about…his biological father and everything about them. So
much has changed since then and life is much easier now than before quirks
existed, before the Second World War, before the further westernization of
Japan.
The killing of the vampire about to drink Bakugou Mitsuki dry was the first
time Inko found the courage to stop keeping her head down in isolation. Her
son, only a few months old at that time, deserved a normal childhood, a normal
life, which she too desired. Mitsuki was the start of it and Mitsuki's son was
her son’s start to such a life…kind of. Izuku’s Kacchan, the first blood
connection he had as soon as they both learned to walk, is something she didn’t
expect so early on, but it is a special one.
Just like how special Izuku is as a natural born. Inko still didn’t tell Izuku
about such things in detail, nor did Kurogiri. She only told Izuku to never
reveal that fact to anyone. Never. People have taken advantage of her and she
has accepted that pain to live with, but her Izuku…never again.
She slammed her kitchen cabinet door too hard, rattling the wood from the
force. Izuku thundered around the corner, while still doing his half-finished
tie. “M-Mom? Are you okay? I heard a-”
“Oh yes I am my cutie baby. I’m still tired from work yesterday on the floor
with my patients, Izukun.” The fact that the hospital floor was hectic since
she was assigned to a lot of troublesome patients is true, but the nightclub
events of talking till the early hours of morning tired Inko the most. “I’m
putting your thermos in your bag. Make sure to drink, okay?”
Izuku flinched and then nodded, a determined expression on his face. “I will be
more vigilant about that, Mom. I promise. Then Kacchan and my classmates will
be safe.”
“Make sure to deep breath exercise when you can. Your body is very sensitive to
humans and vise versa, Izukun? You understand?”
“Y-Yes, Mom, I do.” Her son’s face is a little pink again and Inko giggled. “I
understand.”
Before Izuku left for school, Inko calmed her heartbeat and turned to her son
to say, “After school, Izukun, can you meet me at Sunrise Daydream? I want to
treat you to your favorite pork Katsudon and our favorite strawberry-melon-
orange kakigōri since today is supposed to be a hot one! A-and of course, I
want you to have a better day…better congratulations for getting into your
dream school, the celebration you deserve, Izukun…i-is that alrigh-”
Her worry for mentioning another celebration when the first one was a disaster
disappeared when Izuju simply smiled. Her son’s wide grin glowed from the offer
with a happiness that is contagious to all who see it. It is always contagious
to her...and Kurogiri.
“I’d love to go with you, Mom!”
“Oh thank goodness, I’m glad you are willing to try with me on a celebration,
Izukun.”
Izuku smile lessened a little and Inko felt the blood to her heart quicken,
“…Mom? Um…”
“Yes?”
“A-are you…” Izuku started to ask, but stopped, biting the side of his lip.
Smile never leaving her face, Inko watched her son look away for a moment to
the heavy curtains of the windows that block the toxic sun. “Hmmm? What’s wrong
Izukun?”
“N-nevermind, Mom. I’m sorry. I-I’m just…frustrated about Sumi-san.”
“Forgiveness takes time, Izukun. The wound is still fresh. Sometimes the ones
we care for, the ones we love, aren’t always who they appear to be.”
“…T-true. I agree.” Izuku’s smile returned, but it looked more…melancholy than
before.
That man really has a lot to make up to her son and to her too. Extra blood
gifts aren’t enough without actual face-to-face words. Inko isn’t one to ignore
an important gift, her son needs it, but Kurogiri has crossed her and Inko is
not going to wait around.
The Midoriya family of two will not wait around in a place that is compromised,
known to a person still associated with that man. Even if that person is
supposed to be their family friend… no one is touching her son again.
“You do your best today, okay? I know how difficult your hero academy is, even
though you're in the general department.”
“I’ll do my best, Mom, and I can’t wait to be with you today!!” Ending their
parting hug, Inko waved her son off as he walked to the station to go to
school.
When she closed the door, calm and slow to not worry her son, Inko locked the
door and the items around her within the small entry hallway began to float,
moving towards her when she walked into the living room. A fire is burning
within her cold body, pumping the blood through her undead veins, and her eyes
glow with a force of her blessed power, granted only to lucky, strong century
old vampires.
Folded clothes floated into suitcases. Inko unzipped and carried many things by
hand as well, shoes slipped into bags, various needed valuables and items
collected into the living room area within their homey apartment complex. Her
son’s manga and All Might memorabilia were carefully contained together with
her small favorite DVD film and book collection. The picture frames on the
walls and on the small table in the hallway neatly piled on the couch for Inko
to wrap in paper towels, protection and prevention incase glass breaks.
Inko’s phone beeped with a notification telling her that the hotel reservations
and accommodations were confirmed. When Inko left with all her bags, skillfully
shattering the security cameras in the hallway and in the elevator, the driver
she called a few minutes ago smiled when she appeared. The urgency was
understood when Inko simply smiled and floated her belongings to the back of
the van.
This is sudden, but Inko is accustomed to this life, accustomed to loss,
betrayal and pain. She will tell Izuku that they no longer live in the
apartment filled with such happy memories…after the fun they have together
today.
And she will tell Izuku everything she can, up until the point he shows signs
of remembering bad things.
The phone in Inko’s lap is ringing through to its 15th missed call, just like
her son’s phone. Glaring up at the slowly brightening morning sky, Inko put her
sunglasses on and sighed at her phone. The list of top hero focused high
schools is glaring right up at her. She hopes her Izuku has a good day today at
UA High since sadly, it might be his last soon.
.
.
As soon as Aizawa-sensei walked on the bus, Midoriya Izuku went to follow in
after him and board first. However, Katsuki stomped forward, bumping Izuku on
the shoulder and off to the side. Iida stopped blowing on his whistle and held
out his arm to catch Izuku around then shoulders. “T-Thanks Iida-kun!”
“Yes, of course, Midoriya. I will not allow you or anyone in class to hurt
themselves while boarding the bus.”
Putting down the hand Uraraka reached out to make Izuku float before she saw
Iida steady him, she then said, “You alright? That would have been the second
time I would prevent you from tripping, though this was because of-”
Iida pointed at Bakugou, who paused while climbing up the stairs when he got
yelled at, “Bakugou! That is no way to enter a public vehicle! Midoriya was
firs-”
“SHUT UP! DEKU WAS TOO SLOW.” Aizawa rolled his eyes when Bakugou Katsuki
yelled that without turning around to angle the cry towards the intended. Eye
twitching, Aizawa shook his head and didn’t say anything when Bakugou stomped
to the back of the bus, taking a deep breath instead. Midoriya then hesitantly
nod to him with a smile and Aizawa saw the kid reach out to touch his arm.
Izuku then realized what he was doing with the natural desire to touch the
older vampire just a little like a territorial animal greeting, but he stopped
with an awkward laugh. When Aizawa patted his shoulder once Izuku knew his
teacher understood. Letting go of Izuku’s shoulder, Aizawa sternly announced to
the dawdling students still outside of the bus, “Don’t waste time. Get in
before I leave you all behind.”
The ride to their destination is a long one. Izuku noticed a few of the
students are asleep like Shoji Mezo and Kouda Koji and sadly, even Tokoyami
Fumikage. Izuku wanted to talk to him a bit about the details of their hangout
over the weekend, but he will later instead, not wanting to disturb his rest.
Hagakure is likely asleep too at the side of the boy that surprised him when he
lifted him into his arms, Todoroki Shouto, since the seat is empty. Izuku did a
double take at Todoroki and, now that he looks closer at the boy’s face...his
is also asleep.
It was then the friendly girl with the unreadable gazes, Asui Tsuyu, talked to
him by saying, “Hey there, Midoriya. You know I am blunt. I like to say what I
think no matter what.”
“Ah! Y-Yes Asui-san? What is-”
“Call me Tsuyu-chan. Your quirk reminds me of All Might’s quirk.” Very blunt!!
He almost screamed a denial, which would have looked very weird to everyone,
but luckily his voice responded in a higher octave, “Ahhhh ha ha, y-you r-
really thing so?” Internally, Izuku screamed for stuttering and sadly, when he
spoke aloud again, his voice continued on the same way, “I-I guess, b-b-but h-
honestly, my q-quirk isn’t like-”
“Wait, wait, Asui, All Might doesn’t hurt himself when using his quirk though.”
When Kirishima said that, Izuku released his breath he didn’t know he was
holding from the too-close-to-the-truth observation of Tsuyu. “That’s where the
likeness stops since All Might fights villains without any injuries.”
Midoriya Izuku wanted to kiss the boy for unknowingly saving him like that,
taking the attention off of him, but he immediately regretted it when
Kirishima’s hand brushed his left shoulder. Tsuyu leaned a little towards
Izuku, but her face getting closer and so he had to straighten to keep his face
away. Sato’s knee bumped against his since the boy is sitting to his right.
Izuku looked at Kirishima, with his arm draped on the top of the backrest of
the seats that face each other in the open design Iida was upset about,
reaching around Tsuyu to twirl two fingers in a circle pattern on his bicep.
Kirishima’s voice lowered as he spoke, “You know Midoriya…”
“K-Kirishima-kun? Umm, wait, Asu-A-Tsuyu-c-chan wait- Ugh S-Sato-kun-” Izuku
looked down at Ashido Mina’s foot bump his foot and he scooted his feet back,
under his seat. “Ahh-Ashi-please stop that.”
Kirishima sweetly smiled at Izuku and complimented, “I’m kind of jealous of
that kind of simple enhancing-kind of quirk, Midoriya. There’s a lot you can do
with that kind of quirk and it’s so…flashy.”
Sitting at the front of the bus with his back to the class, Aizawa lightly
sighed when he smelled Midoriya Izuku again.
Underneath his breath, Izuku muttered to himself and gently grabbed Kirishima’s
hand that was now wandering too low down his back and Tsuyu’s single finger
reaching out to poke his nose, “Damn it, I’m doing it again.”
Izuku sucked in his breath and let out a slow, controlled breath and
Kirishima’s flirtatious touch eventually turned into a teasing, but friendly
push to his back. Sato adjusted how he sat to not encroach on others and Ashido
tucked her feet under the bus seat, mirroring Izuku. Tsuyu straightened her
posture and blinked a few times, before focusing back on a laughing Kirishima
who pulled his hand back, “Awww hehehe, sorry about that Midoriya. It looked
like there was some long hairs on your shoulder.”
“That’s likely mine. Sorry, Midoriya,” She ribbited once after saying that.
Tsuyu put a finger to her cheek and turned to Izuku, tilting her head. “I love
having long hair, but it does get everywhere no matter what I do.”
Aizawa Shouta rubbed his nose and huffed once, leaning forward to rest his
elbow on his leg to prop his head up. He closed his eyes a little.
“T-thanks Kirishima-kun! I-I didn’t see that and don’t worry, As-Asu-Tsuyu-
chan.” Practice makes perfect. A bigger smile appeared on Izuku’s face from the
happiness of feeling…included this talk with his class. He really likes this
school and his classmates for they all seem like nice people, even though
Kacchan can ruin the mood sometimes. Behind Kirishima’s arm held up with his
quirk activated, Izuku saw that Kacchan is just sternly looking out the window,
leaning on the window with a hand over the bottom of his mouth. Focusing back
of Kirishima when he sounded a little down putting on his cool quirk, Izuku
perked up to honestly mentioned, “What? No! Kirishima-kun, I think it’s an
awesome quirk! It definitely is a quirk that’ll be so useful to a pro and
overall, is pro-hero quality!”
“You really think so?” Kirishima made a look at his arm still held up, but then
looked to Izuku with a big, happier expression. “That’s real nice of you to
say. But if we are talking about flashy, strong, quirks, Todoroki and Bakugou’s
quirks are up there!”
Without a surprise, Kacchan just clicked his teeth together and made a
dismissive sound. Funny enough, Todoroki’s sleeping form slid a little to the
left, but was nudged back towards to window and his head was returned back to
leaning back on the headrest. A floating gloved hand held a thumbs-up to Izuku,
since he was looking in their direction.
“But Bakugou is always pissed, so he won’t be popular since he has a
personality like that.” Izuku’s mouth dropped open at Tsuyu and looked at
Kacchan’s when his head snapped in their direction again.
Slamming his hand, Bakugou Katsuki shook as he screamed, eyes looking back and
forth between Izuku and Tsuyu, “WHAT DID YOU SAY YOU-? Look away from me Deku
before I come over there and-”
“See?”
Tsuyu patted Izuku’s knee once and then relaxed in her seat even when Kacchan
continued screaming at her, voice practically shaking everyone awake in the
bus. Looking away from his yelling former childhood friend, Izuku laughed a
nervous laugh under his breath.
“Jesuss-” Almost dropping her ipear shuffle, Jirou’s mutter of “Ughh, really,”
was drowned out by Kacchan’s anger.
Todoroki is awake now and looking out the window, ignoring the turmoil before
him, but his mouth is turned into a frown.
Bakugou screamed, oblivious to the annoyed students around him, “YOU BITCH,
I’LL BE FUCKING POPULAR TOO!”
“Pardon, Kouda.” Tokoyami lifted his head from where he accidentally dozed off
on Kouda, stared at Bakugou and then looked back at the boy of few words at his
side. Kouda shook his head at Tokoyami with a smile on his face and then looked
at Bakugou with tired eyes. “Yeah, agreed. And it’s barely been a week.”
“Ohh my goodness, ohhh my goodness. Kacchan is-is-is-” Slapping his hands over
the side of his face, Izuku hunched into a fetal position in his seat when
everyone continued teasing Kacchan. Kaminari laughed after he made Kacchan
scream something again and threaten to kill him. Then after that, it was one
after the other with Ashido Mina and even Aoyama Yuga, said something with a
mini-explosion sparked out of Kacchan’s hand.
When Izuku’s muttering died down, the first thing he heard was Kacchan scream,
“DEKU IS NOT MY EX-WHATEVER BOYFRIEND, PONYTAIL.”
Face red, Izuku stood up too and yelled, “W-WHAT? W-WITH WITH-”
Covering the bottom of her mouth, Yaoyorozu whispered something under her
breath that made Uraraka happily say, “But talk like this is fun too!”
Todoroki let out an audible sigh that was unfortunately loud enough for Kacchan
to hear. “I'm warning you too, half n' half.”
Izuku fell back into his seat with his hands placed politely on his lap, eyes
wide like he was caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to when Aizawa
strictly announced, “Stop it. We’re almost there now. Settle down already and
ready yourselves. Bakugou stop screaming.”
.
.
The three fingers thirteen held up made Izuku’s mouth tighten into a straight
line, worry about Yagi Toshinori consuming his thoughts since he knows what
happened. He is the only one who knows the truth that it’s more than that.
Earlier that morning, he was able to read updated news of All Might defeat a
villain that kidnapped a family, stop a hit and run, a convenience store
robbery, two suicide situations and a series of muggings.
All Might’s bloody mouth made Izuku gulp in fear, causing his fangs to drop
inside his mouth, when he was told All Might’s secret on the rooftop the day
everything it happened. The sludge villain getting blown away was something he
saw for only a moment before fainting with Kacchan, but the smell of All
Might’s summer day blood is ingrained in his memory.
During the time the teachers talked to themselves for a moment, Izuku turned to
Iida when he whispered to him, “Didn’t All Might say he would be here too?”
Raising his shoulders a little, Izuku gazed down at the cement walkway that
leads down to the expansive USJ facilities below them in the distance. “M-
Maybe…a-a change in plans? I hope that A-All Might will be able to join us
later on today.”
Uraraka whispered to them, raising her hand up to cup her mouth, “I hope
nothing too crazy happened today in the city. All Might was so busy with-”
“Before we begin, Just one thing.” Raising their space-gloved hand in the air,
Space Hero Thirteen waved to the class, which immediately stopped the
whispering. Even Kacchan who is standing behind Izuku stopped his growling at
the overall chatter around him; Izuku could smell the slightly cinnamon in the
air when he bit his lip. “Maybe two. Or three. four, five, six-”
During Pro-Hero Thirteen’s intro into the activities for today, Izuku found his
happy excitement at hearing one of the cool rescue-based heroes talk about
their quirk turn to something more severe. They spoke the truth. Aizawa-sensei
did force them to utilize their quirks as best as they could at the time and
All Might did reveal the dangers of using their quirks on others. They are many
dangers when using a quirk and they can hurt themselves as well as others.
Clenching his fists, Izuku noticed that…he has never used his quirk on someone
before.
“The main usage of your quirks, as a hero, is to not hurt others.” Izuku
grinned when thirteen put their hands on their waist and looked at them with
their head held high. Their voice sounded happier when they spoke the next
words and bowed low like they just finished addressing royalty, “No matter the
chances heroes are the comforting presence to help others during times of
trouble. Please finish this exercise understanding that your quirks exist to
help people. That is all. Thank you for listening and for your patience.”
“BRAVOOO, BRAVOOO!” Iida screamed and Uraraka punched the air a few times,
excitedly cheering next to Izuku. When the clapping died down, Aizawa was about
to say something, but something seemed to catch his attention. Turning around,
Aizawa stared in silence at something down below near the central plaza’s
fountain center.
“Uhhh, Aizawa-sensei?” Hand up above his eyes to shield the sun, Kirishima
wondered aloud, “Is this a test like during the entrance exams with all the…”
Stepping forward together with Kirishima, Izuku was confused when he saw their
homeroom teacher get out of his leisurely posture leaned against the railing of
the top step sides and into an alarmed position. Something is coming. The hair
at the back of Izuku’s neck stood up and the familiar scent of blood, even from
such a distance, made his stomach drop, his heart beat faster and his eyes
widen in fear.
When he felt the ghosting feeling of a tongue lick the side of his face and
teeth bite into his neck within his memories, Izuku silently mouthed out words
of denial, “Please…no, no, don’t. Not here.”
The sounds of the class talking around him deafened into an overbearing
presence that would tear him away from the people around him; tear the people
apart around him. Eyes shaking, Izuku stared at the bleeding and scarred skin
that pressed against his lips.
Fear. The feeling of the other man’s unwanted pressure laying on top of him,
holding him down and goading him to feed, returned to Izuku and he could feel
his body begin to shake. Anger. Leaning over Tomura, fangs bared in a low
growl, Izuku is sad to remember that he did desire tearing into his throat for
a split second of weakness.
Sadness. Two misty dark hands lifted him off the colorful play-mat on the floor
and settled him in his arms. Izuku remembers always playing with Sumi’s tie
when he comes to check up on him away from working at the bar. Betrayal. Izuku
felt a horrible mixture of fear and anger when he saw the familiar black mist
shoot out and grow in size, watching various people emerge from the darkness.
He didn’t know when he started to cry, but Uraraka’s words came to a stop when
she noticed. He was brought back, out of his darkened mind, when Uraraka placed
a comforting hand on his shoulder and squeezed, “Deku? You’re muttering and-”
The area between Uraraka’s eyebrows wrinkled slightly in concern when she
looked at him and Izuku gulped. What did he say? He hopes he didn’t say
anything… “I-I…Uraraka-san, you know I’m a friend, right? A-And you trust me?”
“Deku, of course. You saved me during the entran-” Before she could finish,
Aizawa screamed at them, getting everyone’s attentions back to the situation
before them:
“NO, STAY BACK, DON’T MOVE AND STAY TOGETHER!”
Nearby, Iida and Ashido Mina watched him and he tried to calm down by rubbing
his face with his sleeve. Face dried from tears, Izuku squeezed his hands into
fists, moved closer to his teacher, his Sire, and opened his mouth to say
something, “Aiza-”
Tokoyami frowned as he looked at the flickering lights. “What unforeseen-” The
lights then stopped flickering, but that didn't bring comfort.
Narrowing his eyes at the flickering water fountain, Todoroki muttered, “So
yesterday really was something more.”
A few of the students gasped when Aizawa put on his goggles in warning.
Spinning around on one foot, Thirteen stood at attention when Aizawa ordered,
“PROTECT THE KIDS, THIRTEEN! YOU ALL, STOP! THOSE ARE VILLAINS! Evacuation
procedures! Call the school! The sensors were bypassed, so someone likely has
an electro-frequency quirk that interfered. Kaminari, you too, try contacting
UA!”
“S-Sir!” Kaminari flinched when Aizawa singled him out, sweat falling down the
side of his face, but did what he was told.
Todoroki looked at Aizawa and said, “Is the entire school getting attacked?
They carefully chose this place. Foolish, but they succeeded and know enough.
They planned this.”
“I tried contacting, but it’s no use. I can’t get through.” Urgency in their
always-disguised voice, Thirteen stopped pressing buttons at their wrist and
closed the panel cover on their spacesuit. Gulping, Kaminari shook his head in
a negative when Thirteen looked in his direction.
He has to tell him.
Everything.
A moment before, when past memories both pleasant and suffocating came to him,
Izuku felt alone again. Then Uraraka reminded him, pulling him out of his
idiocy. All Might's warmth hugging him and constant smell of a summer day is
always with him...and at his back right now, Kaachan stands silent, but there,
with his complicated presence.
Aizawa Shouta already told him, in his own way, that he is not alone anymore.
The memory of Aizawa’s raspberry scented blood promise erased Izuku’s previous
hesitance.
Forget whatever his mother told him. Forget whatever his…used to be his, Sumi
told him. Izuku will tell his Sire.
“Aizawa-sensei, are you fighting them alone?! There’s too many of them and the
battle style of ‘Eraserhead’ is capturing after nullifying their quirks! A-And
I have to tell you something-” Having run up to Aizawa, Izuku held onto his
teacher’s arm when he pulled down some of the bandages around his shoulders.
Looking up at his Sire, Izuku continued insisting, desperation bleeding into
his words within a hushed tone, “W-wait, y-you can’t, Aizawa-sensei, I-”
“Midoriya, take a deep breath. And settle your mind.” Izuku did and watched
with wide eyes when Aizawa Shouta’s serious expression looked down at his mouth
to say, “Your fangs are out.”
Closing his mouth quick, Izuku then narrowed his eyes at his teacher’s teeth
and said teacher read his mind.
“Another reason I use this weapon.” The bandages over Aizawa’s neck covered his
lower mouth, but Izuku could hear him smirk with exposed fangs as he addressed
the class in a louder tone, “A hero always has multiple tricks up their
sleeves! Hang in there, Thirteen. I’m counting on you.”
.
.
Before Midoriya Izuku can try to stop him, Aizawa jumped high into the air and
control plummeted down the stairs with his bandages flying around him. Black
hair floating away from his shoulders, Aizawa didn’t turn around even when his
fledgling called for him again from atop the stairway entrance of the USJ
facilities.
Aizawa felt the instinctual tug asking him to turn around and comfort whom he
vowed to cultivate, newly adopted or not, but Aizawa stood tall after he took
down two fools before him.
“Who the fuck is this gu-GAHHKK!” Aizawa didn’t let him finish.
The villain with all the hands, standing back, watching, together with the
teleporting warp mist guy who brought these countless villains, huffed,
“Eraserhead lives up to the rumors.”
The distant sound of Iida Tenya yelled at Midoriya to stop whatever he was
doing and focus on evacuating. Ideally, if Thirteen and all the students escape
then they could contact the school, get out of range and get to safety away.
That way, he will also receive back up, but this is if everything goes to plan.
He doesn’t know their quirks, so he will have to just erase them all, as many
as he goddamn can.
Red eyes narrowed as Aizawa parried a fist and spear aimed at his face and
torso. Grabbing a hold onto the spear, Aizawa yanked and slammed his knee into
their nose and sent a splatter of blood to the ground.
So, until then he will simply focus as acting as the main barrier and
distraction. He will protect everyone as long as he can and hold the intruding
foes here. Red eyes shining bright under goggles, Swinging one capture villain
into the air, Aizawa leaned back on his heels as he spun and sent the fool into
three others that were about to tackle him. Using the momentum to his
advantage, Aizawa swung into a roundhouse and slam the back of his heel
underneath a jaw.
A lot of the villains around Aizawa are bleeding, knocked out on the ground and
their scents smell like a muddy mess of clashing scents. Some of them didn’t
smell human too, but they are weak that fighting with large numbers did not
help them. He will keep his eyes open as long as he can and keep intervals
short, but he couldn’t keep track of all of them.
A weakling non-human, possible borderline mindless ghoul with its lack of
fighting prowess and intelligence, charged at Aizawa with claws, but it’s a
good thing he stole an axe from someone. The axe Aizawa used to lop off one arm
and leg made the other villains nearby back away. Those wounds will take a long
time to heal. Stabbing the end of the axe into the unfortunate ghoul-like
villain before him, Aizawa broke the handle and knocked the villain down with a
kick to the jaw.
The villain screamed as small trickles of blackened blood poured from his
wounds. Eyes bleeding black, the villain screamed, “YOU FUCKING BASTARD!”
“H-He’s still alive?” A random human in the crowd coughed out blood after
saying that and held their side before doubling over unconscious, succumbing to
Aizawa’s attacks.
“Well?” The villains that kept their distance, hesitating to approach after
seeing the pro-hero incapacitate someone like that. Aizawa flashed a fangless
smirk at them. “Back down before I-”
It was then a frightening roar made the fighting come to a screeching stop. The
suddenness made him blink and when he opened his eyes, Aizawa saw that the
black mist behind the overseeing…now, hysterically laughing villain with all
the hands, has disappeared. Just a blink and one of the villains he felt is the
biggest threat escaped his sight.
One knee on the ground, the villain with all the hands clutched their stomach
and continued laughing even louder. A moment passed. The villain with all the
hands stopped laughing and stood up again, serious, watching him defeat villain
after villain…in addition to what was happening to the kids.
“Shit.” A hand grabbed his shoulder and Aizawa spun around to punch someone in
the face. There is blood splattered over Aizawa, absorbed by his dark clothes
and hair, but his pale skin is stained red. Licking blood that got on his lip,
Aizawa then spat it out and dodged two more attacks aimed for his face. “Shit.”
.
.
“Alll Mightttttt…” Through grinding teeth, Shigaraki stared at the ground as he
began to breath heavily.
“Please calm down, Shigaraki-san. I’m sure there is-”
“I KNOW!!” Red eyes glaring at the villains that ran out past him, out of the
dark mist of Kurogiri, Shigaraki took a deep breath and found himself smiling
when one lonely pro-hero jumped down to face them.
Pro-Hero Eraserhead.
Shrinking his dark misty warp gate down to hover only a meter around his body,
concealing his form within, Kurogiri stood behind Shigaraki to observe
Eraserhead. He has never seen this pro hero in person before and something
about him seems…familiar. Different, but still familiar. “Hmm…that Eraserhead
is-”
“Impressive? Annoying? He’s actually fun to watch, but he is annoying. Like
from a retro fighting game all flying around, beating everyone. He lives up to
his hype, this Eraserhead.” Shigaraki pointed at the pro-hero Eraserhead run
around the central plaza in front of them and flip two people together in a
painful collision. “He’s not even the head-on-fighting hero type. The fodder
can’t touch him…damn annoying.”
“He feels familiar.” This Eraserhead feels like a person he might have crossed
paths with before, but nothing is coming to mind. “But I can’t recall in
detail.”
“Hmmm? Well you are old.” Shoulder shaking in a silent snicker, Shigaraki held
up both his hands when Kurogiri shot him a blank look with those serious yellow
eyes. “I am right. But back to our fun gameplay, is your Izuku-channn still on
UA campus grounds?”
Ignoring Shigaraki’s bait, Kurogiri barreled on, “The villains we obtained are
falling left and right with this Eraserhead.”
“Since All Might isn’t here, I’m tempted to go find that sweet, pathetic,
natural born Vampire boy of yours. Maybe he’ll like to play with me aga-”
“Please, cease your talk about him.” Kurogiri’s right eye twitched and he took
a deep breath. “Shigaraki-san, we should streamline our attentions to the task
at hand.”
“How boring…” Looking up at the group of kids, Shigaraki Tomura took a few
steps forward when Eraserhead threw two villain fodders near their feet,
slamming against the fountain steps he stood on. “I wonder if All Might will
show if we kill the…”
Shigaraki paused and Kurogiri turned his attention on the young master again
when he finished his sentence:
“…Kids?” Holding his pinky out, Shigaraki moved a part of his bangs to stare
wide-eyed up somewhere Kurogiri wasn’t looking. “Ohhh…yes, yes. Oh, wow. Wow,
wow, wow.”
The young master’s body straightened from his initial slumped position as he
looked out, above the main skirmish in front of him to look up. He repeated
‘wow’ faster and faster and Kurogiri began to worry. Floating dark mist over
Shigaraki’s shoulder, Kurogiri held him there in concern, still concealing his
main body underneath the blackness. “…Shigaraki-san? What is-”
“Here we went through allllll the trouble to fight with The Symbol of Peace and
he isn’t hereeeee, but look who-who-“ It was then Shigaraki’s voice broke into
a different octave and he held his stomach when he began to shake. Shigaraki
bit his lip until a little blood slipped into his mouth when he snickered,
“Wow, wow, this is going to be fun, fun, funnnn. Ohhhh, I can’t wait to play
with him.”
He is acting different now. At first, he was mad about All Might not being
here, but now-
“Shigaraki-san, what do you mean? Please settle down a little. It isn’t time
for you to do anyth-” Kurogiri was interrupted by Shigaraki’s loud, shaking,
laughter that erupted from the young master at his side. Removing his hands
from clutching his stomach, Shigaraki laughed even louder as he nodded his head
for him to look where he is looking.
It was then Kurogiri’s sharp yellow eyes looked up to see the students and
Thirteen, but he saw a familiar boy standing along with the students at the top
of the steps. Fangs elongated and eyes dangerously flashed as Kurogiri’s roar
shook all of USJ when he understood why Shigaraki was so...jolly.
The fighting before them halted for a moment, confusion and fear consuming the
vast group of villains that followed Shigaraki into UA High, but Shigaraki’s
echoing laughter didn’t diminish.
A villain took advantage of the pause and tried to attack Eraserhead. However
Eraserhead only took out three more villains, wrapping them in his bandages as
he threw them to the ground. The fighting continued, but Kurogiri is gone.
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.
Thirteen took a step back when an enormous form of black mist swirled before
them, blocking their path to the closest exit; the doors from where they
entered.
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.
Sweat falling down the side of his face, Izuku stared up at Kurogiri Sumi when
he appeared. Izuku has never heard Sumi’s voice speak like this, “I’m afraid I
cannot allow you to leave.”
When the ground under his feet left him, Izuku’s eyes widened in a gasp as he
began to fall, but was yanked out of the portal underneath by a firm grip to
the back of his gym uniform. Everyone jumped back when the Sumi’s mist calmed
down slightly, coughing once like he was embarrassed by his actions.
Iida let go of Izuku and said, “That was close, but don’t worry Midoriya. I
have your back.”
With a nod of thanks to Iida, Izuku then yelled at Sumi as sternly as he could,
but his anxiousness is too strong, “W-why are you here? Tell us! Why!”
A futile query, but Izuku had to ask the double meaning question. Izuku wanted
to scream for the man who raised him…truly is a-
“First this…” Kurogiri sounded downtrodden for only a spit second, his gaze
felt heavy on Izuku, but then he looked at two others and his spine-chilling
voice continued speaking, “Then that little hotheaded pathetic brat…and worst
of all, a filthy child bird of prey.”
“What did you-” Reaching into his dark cloak, Tokoyami bumped into Kouda from
his nervousness, so Kouda had to steady him. He squeezed the hilt in his hands,
hidden inside his cloak.
However, Izuku only looked to Kacchan and was relieved that he didn’t react to
Sumi. Sumi’s eyes arched in amusement and Izuku can imagine his mocking
expression when the dark mist is at its smallest.
Thirteen warned, “Back away before you do something you will regret.” Thirteen
held both their hands up and stood their ground, widening their stance
protectively at the very front.
Yellow eyes narrowed at Thirteen, but then looked up above the crowd, floating
high above and spreading his harrowing darkness. The closest exit behind Sumi
seemed impossible to reach now.
“No matter. I only have one professional and one personal mission to complete,
which I will without any error or delay.”
Izuku felt a shiver run down his spine and he stopped biting his lip when he
tasted blood. The taste of blood, even of it is his own, calmed Midoriya Izuku,
but then he felt Kurogiri Sumi’s scrutiny return. He feels like an animal
trapped inside a glass cage, owned and watched by omnipresent eyes.
The possessiveness of Sumi has always been frightening, but never like this.
This…felt new. Wrong. This isn’t happening. Kurogiri Sumi can’t be a villain.
“My apologies. Let me first say, good afternoon. We are The League of Villains.
Let me also apologize for the assertion, but we took it upon ourselves to enter
UA High for the Heroes in order to engage with All Might, The Symbol of peace.
We wished to try our hand at ending his life. Has there been a change in plans
that he is not present? Ah well…now let me say that, one of you is not supposed
to be here.”
Everyone made sounds of confusion and Thirteen silenced them by saying, “What
do you mean by that? Everyone is here besides The Symbol of Peace you declared
to be after.”
“That one.” And like a nightmare becoming reality, Kurogiri Sumi pointed
directly at him. Izuku gulped and felt his foot shift away slightly from fear
when Kurogiri’s yellow eyes flashed; the simmering, complicated emotions could
be heard when he continued with a dark growl to his voice, “I shall continue
with my role to deal with you blood bags, but that one, all the way back there,
doesn’t belong with you.”
Even though Izuku could feel the anger from Kurogiri Sumi, he immediately
responded, but suppressed his fangs, as if Aizawa was watching him. “How could
you…and I-I’M NOT YOURS! I NEVER WAS.”
“Oh my cute Izuku-chan,” Kurogiri mockingly purred, but then the next words he
spoke were steady, like claws reaching out with piercing fangs aimed to Izuku’s
neck, “You don’t belong here and. You. Never. Will.”
“You don’t have the right to stop me doing what I want, Sumi-san!” Izuku rubbed
his eyes from the wetness he felt there and stood in defiance, screaming at the
man he has known all his life. “I don’t want what you want for me!”
To be a villain.
All of 1-A students, behind Thirteen, turned to look at Midoriya Izuku standing
at the back of the group. Compared to the day his mother told him he won’t have
a quirk like humans, compared to the days Kacchan was at his worst along with
the other human kids, Izuku has never felt so small. He can feel his knees and
arms shaking, but hell, he isn’t going to back down.
His heart is hurting. Maybe the blood pumping into it is going too quick. Izuku
wanted to grasp at his chest. Deep breathes. He has to breathe. Breathe.
Aizawa-sensei is…T-Toshinori is…
“I-I can explain…he, he, I didn’t-” Izuku didn’t know that Sumi was an actual,
real villain-No. No. He knew. Inside his heart, Izuku felt he knew that Sumi
isn’t…good. But…this man is supposed to be his family. “Please, I’m not a-a-”
The first to vocalize his thoughts is Iida with a stern demand, “Midoriya,
please explain! Why does this villain-”
“Iida!” Uraraka cut in, sweat falling off her chin, as she said, “Now is not
the time and we don’t know anything! And Midoriya is our friend!”
“Of course, Uraraka. I apologize. I didn’t mean it like that, Midoriya."
Looking apologetic, Uraraka placed a hand on Iida’s arm when he talked to
Midoriya with a serious expression…and a light dust of pink over his nose. “And
I quite enjoy being friends with you Midoriya.”
“I-Iida-kun…” Midoriya was about to talk more, walk towards them, but Iida held
up his hand and kept him standing near Tsuyu. Mineta covered his mouth and said
nothing, looking to Iida in anticipation.
“Ever since I watched him in the entrance exams,” Shaking his head, Iida then
turned to Thirteen to say, “I apologize again. We must focus! The villain
gestured to Midoriya! We have to make sure he does not-”
“Don’t panic. I also have tricks up my sleeve.” Thirteen opened a part of their
suit on their index finger and reassured them with a firm stance at the front,
shielding the students at the front, “I will protect everyone here, just like
Aiz-Eraserhead!”
Kacchan's silent, but serious expression caught Izuku's attention now. He
didn’t look angry, but more…confused and attentive, as if he is trying to
remember something. He then shook his head and looked away back to Kurogiri
when dark mist began shifting over the ground, stretching towards them.
Kirishima did the same and the two immediately reacted in an attack.
Skidding forward, Kacchan created a huge explosion while Kirishima jumped with
a quick slash; both aiming underneath Kurogiri’s metal neck cover. Closing his
mouth, Izuku stared in shock at how close they were to actually getting Sumi in
the chest and face.
Holding his strengthened hand up, Kirishima shouted, “Didn’t think we’d be able
to get you before you even could-”
Interrupting Kirishima, Thirteen hurriedly spoke, “No! Just run you two, I can-
”
Visions shaking from rising adrenaline, Izuku thought about Thirteen’s quirk
and how it is an unstoppable force that consumes all into a black hole.
Thirteen had a direct line to Sumi and even though Sumi’s black mist is also
endless, they would have been in a stand off-immovable force versus.
unstoppable object until one or the other makes a mistake. But now…“KACCHAN!”
“WHAT DEKU, YOU-!” In front of Bakugou, Kurogiri’s low, amusing chuckle grew
louder.
“A nuisance since infancy, huh, Izuku-chan?”
“Wait…” Holding his other hand out, explosions erupting, Bakugou yelled, “NOW I
REMEMBER YOU, YOU FUCKER.”
Kurogiri moved his mist away from the following explosion and within the
darkness, rubbed his wrist that now has a singed sleeve. “That was hazardous.
You are students of the number one hero academy. But no matter…”
“DEKU. THIS MOTHERFUCKER IS THAT-” Izuku flinched and nodded quickly as an
answer. “THEN HE’S A GODDAMN-”
“KAACHAN!” Quickly, Izuku waved his hands at Kacchan who was likely about to
reveal that he is a vampir-
“I KNOW, DEKU! DAMN!” Bakugou growled back at Izuku, but then focused back on
the blackness floating in front of him.
But then Kirishima gasped out and bumped shoulders with Bakugou lightly as he
got back into fighting position. Bakugou did the same, but stuck his jaw out in
annoyance when Kirishima said, “Wait, wait, since you’ve got history with
Midoriya, then you also recogni-holy crap, who is-”
A few classmates murmured their confusion at everything happening before them,
why two of their classmates know the villain, but stopped as soon as Izuku
said, “Stay back and be careful! Sumi-san can form war-”
“I will tear you all apart to seal you fates, ending your lives in satisfying
agony. But first~” Before Izuku could scramble backwards, darkness shot out at
everyone, surrounding them, and Izuku hissed when Kurogiri held his forearm in
a painful grasp. Kurogiri also gripped his hair, making Izuku scream in pain.
The rest of the class freaked out as they were separated from each other and
their screams overpowered his scream. Sumi hissed at Izuku, warm breath hitting
the side of his face, fangs exposed and brushing against his ear, “You’re
coming with me, Izuku-chan. If this is the last thing I’ll do, you will be
worth it many lifetimes over.”
Tears forming at the corner of his eyes, Izuku reacted instantly and tore his
hand away with a solid kick to Sumi’s stomach. “SUMI-SAN, LET ME GO!”
Even after a second kick, the older vampire didn’t let Izuku go and Izuku was
about to bite his arm, but then something wrapped around his torso. Whatever
flew around his torso forced Sumi to get out of the way. “Damn these humans!”
“Keeeroooo!!!” With that desperate cry, Asui Tsuyu pulled Midoriya away from
Sumi at just the perfect moment, sending them crashing together with Mineta
squashed in the middle.
Before Kurogiri could register what happened, Midoriya escaped out of his reach
with only one glove shaking in his grasp. That was the last thing Izuku could
see within the swirling darkness separating them.
Spinning and screaming, Midoriya, Tsuyu and Mineta were sent plunging into the
flood zone with a huge splash. However, Tsuyu’s tongue unraveled from the
momentum of their twisting and falling into the water, so Izuku fell off to the
side alone. Then a fish-like villain was on him in seconds, but Izuku couldn’t
even finish screaming out his fear with bubbles erupting from his mouth, since
Tsuyu torpedo kicked the villain away.
Dripping wet, Izuku push his bangs away from his face and looked down at
Tsuyu’s tongue letting him go. “Thank you, Asu-”
“Call me Tsuyu-chan, but we are in trouble.” Ignored by Tsuyu, Mineta is
rubbing his face in pain thanks to Tsuyu smacking him onto the deck of the
ship.
Coughing out some water that got into his mouth, Izuku ignored Mineta as well
for he knew he deserved it. Mind whirling, Izuku mentioned how the break-in-
yesterday was likely connected like what Todoroki theorized. Tsuyu agreed with
him and said they likely have something else up their sleeves in their plan to
kill All Might.
His fangs accidentally appeared when Tsuyu said that aloud, so he covered his
mouth. Someone was shaking his arm, but he ignored it, too consumed by his
thoughts. Mineta shook Izuku’s hand, the hand without a glove due to Sumi
slipping it off. “M-M-Midoriyaaaa what are we going to do???”
They want to kill All Might. They had to have…found a way to kill him, an
actual weapon or some ambush. The smell of summer reaching his nose as he held
All Might’s arm, all that blood he coughs and that huge wound at his stomach
came to mind.
Why? Do they only want to kill him because he is The Symbol of Peace? Gritting
his teeth, Izuku took a slow deep breath and remembered to calm the blood
rushing through his body. When he felt his vision was not shaking anymore with
his thoughts of All Might helping and inspiring him with his support, Izuku
said, “Right now we have to fight and win this! We don’t know how we were
separated, but Su-..the villain succeeded in breaking us apart.”
“Midoriya, the way you responded to the villain and how the villain addressed
you, you know each other. How?” Tsuyu stared at him with a look that was
unreadable, but the way she spoke still gave him the benefit of the doubt. No
hostility or anything and Izuku appreciated that. Even before, Izuku thought
Iida was angry with him, but he was mistaken. Uraraka took his side already,
but Iida was just…concerned for him. Tsuyu is worried.
“He…h-his name is Kurogiri Sumi. He is-was a good friend of my family, of me
too. He helped my Mother in raising me, babysat me and taught me things.
But...I didn’t know he was a-” The way Sumi acted with him made more sense now.
From when he was a child sleeping on the floor above the bar till now, Izuku
has been subtly told that his future can never be heroic. His Sumi, the one who
said he cared for him, always said that vampires do not go for hero work or
anything in the limelight. Always look down. Always stay in the dark.
Do anything to survive in a world where the humans have been blessed with their
‘accursed’ quirks, killing their kind as soon as they are found.
Sumi told him. His mother told him, but at least his mother…let him try. The
guilt Izuku feels about telling his mother that he is a part of the ‘general
department’ bothers him, but he has too.
But Izuku feels that his mother is hiding something from him too. She just
doesn’t want to talk about it, so in a way they are in the same boat.
He didn’t even ask his mother if she was ever…or ever did bad things; another
thing he has to work his way up to asking. Sumi has told him that creatures
like them don’t belong as heroes and it will only end badly for him.
“People can be no-good shits, especially behind your back, like my...” Tsuyu
and Izuku looked down at Mineta as he stopped shaking Izuku’s arm. He didn’t
let go though and his voice, shaking in fear, but no foolishness in sight, “I-
I mean, t-that’s what villains do, Midoriya! You didn’t know, but it’s not your
fault…y-yeah!”
“I agree with Mineta. People are not always what they appear to be.” It was
like Tsuyu was staring into his soul right now and Izuku laughed awkwardly when
she poked the side of her face. “I haven’t known you long…but I want to be your
friend.”
“Even if I’m not…” Izuku paused and took a deep breath. “Sorry, I’m talking
nonsense. Thank you. I’ve love to be your friends too and get to know you mor-”
“SHITTT!” Mineta then screamed and pointed at the water, “I DON’T WANNA
DIEEEEE! AHH-LOOK, LOOK, LOOK, HE’S HERE-THEY ALL ARE-”
Like sharks swimming around prey, villains swarmed around the boat and floated
near the side they were on, staring up at them with excited eyes. They are
eager to take a bite at them and Izuku’s eyes flashed red as he watched the
villain, the person Tsuyu kicked, lick their bleeding mouth with an evil smirk.
The water is their territory, but it is also Tsuyu’s territory...which means-
Feeling his fangs in his mouth, Izuku made sure they disappeared when he
addressed his two classmates, “We have to protect All Might. So listen to me, I
have an idea…”
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.
.
“Something…doesn’t feel right.” Toshinori stared at his phone and hummed. He
has called multiple times and it immediately responded with the automated ‘call
not available’ message, which is questionable. “It won’t go through to No.13 or
Aizawa-kun.”
He stopped biting the nail of his thumb as soon as the phantom voice of his
teacher told him to stop it with that bad habit. Coughing a little, Toshinori
rolled his shoulders slowly in an attempt to take away the aches and pain he
felt there and guessed that he may have only ten minutes for today as The
Symbol of Peace. Maybe he can go before the class ends, yes, yes-
Puffing up into his true form, All Might slicked his hair back and immediately
fell back to the floor when the principal appeared. “Oh no you don’t, Yagi
Toshinori, Mr. Natural Born Hero, Number One-san!”
That sounded exactly like a scolding Recovery Girl would say and it always
sounded worse from the Principal’s mouth. Principal Nedzu's beady black eyes
always pierce him with all those emotions that just reflect back like a mirror
he refuses to look at, but cannot escape. “O-Oh! Principal Nedzu!”
Slowly, All Might deflated back to his calmer form the more the Principal
talked and waved his soft looking paw in the air. “Sooo that young vampire
child, Midoriya Izuku, is doing well yes? I hear he has a nice set of fangs on
him.”
“Y-Yes Principal Nedzu. My young Midoriya still is very rough around the edges,
but Aizawa-kun is helping him out a lot with…er many things.”
Toshinori laughed awkwardly as he listened to the Principal talk about Aizawa
and his experiences as a strict teacher who has manned class 1-A for years now.
And knowing that he is now Midoriya’s vampire…Sire person, he really has to
think fast about whether he should reveal to him about One for All.
It’s like there is a clock ticking on that decision, a timer getting closer to
zero. Aizawa Shouta is going to be a prominent figure to Izuku in more ways
that one and he has to-
Aizawa and Thirteen are not responding.
The Principal sat down on the couch and started making him tea. Maybe…Toshinori
can leave in a little bit? If only the Principal would-
“Well, if you go now, you’ll only make more trouble since you’d have to return
so quickly. Stay here with me please, Toshinori and let us talk! I have many
education theories and strategies I would love to share with you, since I saw
that book ‘How to Teach 101 for dummies’ you own.”
“HOW DID YOU KNOWW-GAKK!” Wiping the blood from his mouth with a handkerchief,
Toshinori leaned forward and watched the loose tea in the teapot float. The
principal placed the lid on top and Toshinori looked up at the principal with a
reassuring smile that was ignored.
“You are drinking this tea. No weaseling out, I’m afraid. Such psychological
tactics have never worked on me and you should know this by now, my friend.”
“Y-yes Sir, I…I do.” That still did not erase the gut feeling he had about why
both Thirteen and Aizawa have not answered his calls. And a dead cellphone
battery isn’t one of them. That would have sent his incoming call to a
voicemail at least…
.
.
.
Midoriya Izuku has a lot to answer him for being together with the ‘hero
department’ class as a supposed to be ‘general department’ student. He has a
lot to explain for the battle gloves, neck guard, utility belt, knee and elbow
guards…playing a hero.
How disappointing.
Staring at the glove in his hand, Kurogiri Sumi squezed it in his grasp and
desired to rip it apart, but instead put it in his pocket. It will return to
the owner soon anyway, since Sumi does not plan to let his little Midoriya
Izuku go.
And he won’t let his Izuku get hurt by any filthy human too. If Izuku does get
hurt, it will be by his hand until his sweet, innocent child will get it
through his stubborn skull. No one will ever care for him like he does.
Inko only survives due to sheer tenacity as a woman who has lived within the
life of a villain and because, Kurogiri takes care of her. She knows how to
hide. Knows the normal life within a hospital with access to blood and
resources that he also provides when he could. Head down, but living a
sufficient life.
As soon as he handles these pesky humans that managed to dodge his initial
separation warps, Kurogiri will eat everyone who has touched his Izuku, before
taking him away. The two students Izuku accidentally warped with are to be the
first and their blood will taste the sweetest with their fear.
Blood is blood and that is what humans are…beings like them can play with their
food, but this hero nonsense, this hero delusion is old.
He always felt like destroying Izuku’s room filled with all that foolish All
Might, hero memorabilia, so yes…Kurogiri knows Izuku believes he really could.
It has been disappointing for the longest time, too long.
“Remember the lunchroom incident, Iida? You were so cool and we helped each
other like that. We got you!” Kurogiri looked to the boy in the armor-like hero
costume, the boy who said he was his Izuku’s friend. The girl who spoke was the
human who defended his Izuku, “You’re our best hope, Class President!!”
The budding heroes talking about his Izuku in front him is a sight to behold
with their lack of transparency. Listening to the students talk about what is
his, as if they have a say, almost made him laugh if it wasn’t even more
disappointing that his Izuku acting as a budding hero.
He could just…kill all of them. The idiots waiting in the different zones of
this USJ area would be sad, but…no. Where is the fun of killing everyone before
All Might gets to watch?
This is Shigaraki Tomura’s time and Sensei wants him to learn. This is
Shigaraki’s time. Kurogiri won’t take this away…
Hidden within the dark mist, Kurogiri smirked and his fangs elongated. “How
foolishly brazen of you meager heroes. It’s amusing how you talk in front of
me, your enemy, about your plans. I will do my best to stop you from leaving
here, brainless humans.”
“Don’t look down on us! Listening to our plan or not doesn’t matter!” Thirteen
held up their hand and screamed, “BLACK HOLE!!!”
Feeling the tug of the quirk that emulates the cruel vacuum of space, Kurogiri
held his ground, expelling as much of his mist to counteract the force trying
to take him in. Yellow eyes flashing, Kurogiri threatened the blood bags before
him, “YOUR BLOOD WILL STAIN THE GROUND!”
And collecting it for his Izuku to consume later will feel all the more
rewarding. Kurogiri will force their blood down Izuku’s throat if he must,
until his sweet child understands him.
Then maybe…Izuku can be real vampire, free and in the darkness completely,
respected, feared and loved like his master Sensei. That would be the most
ideal.
That armor covered human is fast, but Kurogiri took down Thirteen so easily.
So, this weak human running for his life, away from death’s fangs hidden within
the darkness, won’t get away. He could tear off this one’s legs.
Kurogiri Sumi’s surroundings disappeared as he focused on catching the fasted
human; focused on the lovely image of sinking his claws and fangs into that
pale flesh that he didn’t see what happened next.
Fingers grabbed his metal collar and Kurogiri was about to pierce his claws
through this human’s stomach, but he gasped as he was lifted into the air and
thrown away with such a force. Feeling his head get thrown back from the force,
Kurogiri screamed curses as wind rushed passed him and his fangs disappeared
from being taken by surprise.
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.
“Your mumbling is scaring me, Midoriya, so stop that. We should focus on what
we should do next than analyze the past.”
“S-Sorry. I…-” His hands are shaking, both of them. Izuku has no more gloves.
One glove is in Sumi’s possession and the other is lost to the water, which was
a minor sacrifice to incapacitate the huge group of villains. His thumb and
middle finger on his left hand are now broken with the use of One for All, but
it was necessary and his whole arm is not out of commission like during the
entrance exam.
Aizawa’s harsh words on the first day have helped him, but now...he has a bad
feeling.
The tugging at his chest, tells him to go to Aizawa right now. “I know our
priority should be to obtain help since they are jamming communications,
but…Aizawa-sensei is-”
Something bad is going to happen. They just discussed that the villains have
some way to defeat All Might and Aizawa is fighting alone.
Tsuyu looked at him and nodded her head. “Oh yea…Aizawa-sensei is at the
central plaza and fighting that group.”
“We could avoid the central plaza and exit to get help, but I-I-” Moving his
arm elbow cover over his injured hand, Izuku knew it would talk some time for
his injury to heal from the 100% usage of One for All. But he has eight more
fingers and his legs if he must. “As-Tsuyu-chan, Mineta-kun, I feel we should
go.”
“Ehhh, whattt? Midoriyaaaa you’re not saying we should-“ Mineta muttered, beads
of sweat falling down his face. “Don’t be crazy!!”
Even though Aizawa Shouta is a vampire, naturally stronger and faster with the
hunting instincts and advanced healing, but the group of villains in huge. And
he can’t reveal his supernatural standing for fear of possible hunters-
…wait…did Kurogiri and Aizawa meet eyes clearly, yet?
With a little ribbit before speaking, Tsuyu poked Izuku’s freckled cheek,
“Midoriya you’re mumbling again.”
“S-sorry.”
“What do you mean by Aizawa-sensei meeting eyes?”
Izuku wondered if the two older vampires looked at each other in the eyes and
if they felt the immediate recognition of a being of their own race. And if
they did look at each other and they didn’t experience the tingling feeling,
the itches, then…how do they know each other?
“N-nothing! Sorry just, um, I’m not saying we should just jump in and fight,
fists swinging without a care.” The natural tug to go to Aizawa’s side and his
own desires told Izuku what he needed to do, what he wanted to do. Even without
the vampiric connection he has with Aizawa, Izuku wants to help in anyway that
he could, if only a little. Izuku doesn’t like the idea of Aizawa alone
because, something does not feel good. “Let’s just go to Aizawa-sensei. They
might be openings to assist if needed. We could help out, maybe.”
Tsuyu ribbited when Izuku turned to look towards the direction of the central
plaza area. The water is being shallower the closer they walk towards the edge
of the flood zone, the area close to the plaza.
Discreetly sniffing the air, Izuku smelt different kinds of blood in the air he
could not recognize, overlapping, but he could not smell Aizawa’s raspberry
blood. The lack of Aizawa’s blood in the air gave Izuku hope, but he didn’t
know it wouldn’t last.
.
.
Shigaraki Tomura stood up and held his hands out to introduce the huge thing
behind him, “You’re a cool hero, Eraserhead, but the final boss is here for you
now.”
The smell of raspberry blood splattered on the ground and Izuku stared at his
Aizawa on the ground, held down by one hand. The huge creature with its brain
exposed crouched over his fallen Sire, squeezing his Sire’s broken right arm in
two sections with a sickening crack.
Arms crossed over his chest, Shigaraki looked down at the broken goggles of
Eraserhead and nudged it with his foot slightly. Chuckling, Shigaraki addressed
the fallen pro-hero, “Tell the beloved All Might that he is wanted by my
artificial human Noumou. Noumou has been itching for him bad.”
So much blood…
Eyes widening, Izuku felt his fangs drop and his eyes glow a bright red as he
watched the pool of blood grow around Aizawa’s head.
Tsuyu eyed Izuku from the corner of her eyes, but Izuku didn’t notice for his
body started to tremble and the images before him blur. He is trying to take
deep breaths, but when a faint, frustrated groan escape from Aizawa’s mouth,
Izuku found his hands grab the edge of the flood zone.
The smell of blood is too strong, but he isn’t filled with hunger. His hands
are twitching and Mineta quickly looked back and forth between Izuku’s hands
forming into claws, Izuku’s expression, and the villains hurting their teacher.
Digging into the soil, Izuku felt his breath leave him and the blood in his
veins slow until his vision completely blurred, except the thing hurting his
Sire.
The creature called Noumou twitched and groaned, looking to sky, as the injured
Aizawa struggled underneath. The Noumou was about to slam Aizawa’s head to the
ground harder, but stopped just inches away from the ground.
Watching Aizawa’s eyes flicker as he tried to move his head, seeing the thing
pinning him down, twist his arm and crush his other arm, and listening to that
agonizing scream...Izuku moved.
.
.
Fangs out, hidden by how his face is pressed against the ground, Aizawa growled
at this villain leisurely walking close. That hand-like masked villain walked
closed with his teasing voice, “You’re a toughie, Eraserhead. Your quirk is
respectable, but when rendered useless like this…you’re practically quirkless.”
One eye closed with blood pouring down his face, Aizawa looked at his blood
trickle to the ground drop by drop in confusion. Aizawa then grit his teeth as
he stared at familiar red shoes near his face.
Spitting out blood and dirt that got into his mouth, Aizawa screamed,
“MIDORIYA, NO. GET AWA-ARRGGH!”
His arm was forcefully bent and twisted around like a twig and through the long
strands of black hair fallen over his face, Aizawa squinted up at Midoriya’s
shaking body.
.
.
“M-Midoriya?” Mineta’s quiet voice went unheard and Tsuyu covered her face,
shielding her face from the huge splash of water that hit her when it happened.
Covering his mouth, Mineta stared alongside Tsuyu, speechless.
Midoriya Izuku imbedded his fangs and claws into the huge creature hurting
Aizawa-sensei, holding it still with his arms, claws and fangs. Green eyes
glazed over with a steady glowing red.
Blood spilled to the ground in between sharp teeth.
.
.
Shigaraki Tomura’s pace towards Eraserhead stopped when a blur shot towards
Noumou. Teeth and claws are sunk deep into the thick flesh of the Noumou’s
forearm, the one holding Eraserhead’s shoulders and head in its hand.
He was excited to see more blood splatter like a blooming flower with
Eraserhead’s broken cranium as the centerpiece, but this-…this is better.
“And I thought we might not meet again.”
A smile is on his lips and his eyes are wide, watching the boy he wished to try
playing with again. Midoriya Izuku is standing by the Noumou, petite and weak
looking body shaking from the effort of keeping the artificial creature from
slamming the fallen pro-hero’s head into the ground.
The kid is facing away from him, but from the huffing and growls, Midoriya
Izuku is in a bloodhaze…rage and Shigaraki can imagine that boy’s expression;
he can imagine those vicious fangs dripping with blood.
The little pathetic thing with those beautiful eyes shining red in his dreams
is here again and playing with his Noumou. Shigaraki can’t believe that a
natural born vampire in a wild rage, like this, can keep Noumou from-
“Noumou, no. Be gentle with that thing biting you like a kitten. Don’t rip him
apart.” The huge artificial creature’s eyes circled twice before looking at
him. The obedient thing screeched and returned its left arm back to holding
down Eraserhead’s torso. “I want to do that.”
“Snap out of it, kid.” Still growling like a wild animal, jaws and claws still
holding onto Noumou, Izuku bit down harder to reopen the flesh that healed
closed. Four fingers slipping through Midoriya Izuku’s soft, damp and blood
stained hair, Shigaraki pet the unstable budding vampire still trembling within
their focused bloodhaze. “Take your damn time then…round two better be an
improvement than round one, Midoriya Izuku. Enjoy Noumou’s blood, little
natural born.”
To Be Continued
Chapter End Notes
     Thank you for the patience during such a long wait! I’ve been so busy
     lately, but finally I got this chapter out and I hope you enjoyed it!
     A lot is gonna happen still within this USJ arc, so I hope you are
     excited! I am excited as well to reveal it all. Kurogiri Sumi seeing
     his Izuku-chan with Katsuki and an obvious Tokoyami ‘bird of prey.’
     Shit is gonna go down next chapter for a lot of people. Thanks you
     for reading as well as the support! I hope you comment and tell me
     what you think! I shall try my best to update more frequently, but
     ughh life why.
     Anywho, I got lots of mysterious going on within this fic, so stay
     tuned and expect some Tododeku and Bakudeku feels next chapter! Wink.
     <3
     Also jesus, this was a hard chapter, but I got it. FIGHT FIGHTTTTT.
     And keep striving up and forward! <3 -Unoutan
***** No. Not yours to have. Never. A Bloody USJ Pt.2 *****
Chapter Summary
     Midoriya Izuku is trapped in a situation that seems hopeless, but he
     is not alone in USJ. Everyone is fighting their hardest and so, Izuku
     must too. And he will...even if the idea might come with risky
     consequences he himself does not know...yet.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
He’s always there.
Deku hopped off the metal bars of the jungle gym when Katsuki entered the
playground, expression filled with excitement for only a moment: That worried
expression came back to taunt him. “Kacchan?”
“Great. Why does he always~” He grumbled nonsense when the other child tackled
him into an embrace.
The nerd pressed his face to his neck like he always does, so Katsuki painfully
poked the smaller boy’s sides to force him to let go. Rubbing the sides of his
stomach, Deku took a step back and wondered, “But why did…Auntie Mitsuki said
you were too sick to-”
“I’m not playing with you even if I could!” Shaking his head, Katsuki
whispered, “Why is she telling everyone?”
But Deku still heard him and moved closer again, “But Auntie-”
Always looking down on him.
“Shut it, Deku!! I can go out if I want. I’m not si-” It was then his words
were cut off due to a few sneezes escaping from him. A facemask is already
covering his mouth, but Deku still drew attention to the fact by reaching out
to rub his back in comfort.
“C-Can I umm-“ Deku pressed his face against his ear, nose brushing against the
healing scar he got yesterday from activating his quirk too close to his face.
He rubbed his nose and said, “I-It smells a little w-weaker t-today, so-”
Weaker?
He tuned Deku out, ignoring those moving lips still talking and the smile that
followed suit. Even though he’s part annoyed, he didn’t punch the smaller boy
away… he saw the weird cloaked ‘uncle’ of the little nerd approach them on the
playground. Though he cannot see the older man’s expression, Katsuki always
felt angrier whenever this guy interrupted them. The man is untrustworthy:
“Ahh, your sweet Katsuki has arrived.” Fake.
A black misty hand was revealed when this ‘uncle’ took off his one glove to
gently rubbed Deku’s fluffy hair. The jerk of an ‘uncle’ once again ignore his
denying yell of not being Deku’s anything and said, “Your father will be
worried you ran off, while unwell again. I’ll notify Inko to call him. In the
mean time, why don’t you play nice together?”
He tampered down his desire to punch Deku and nodded, letting the other boy tug
him towards to sandbox.
Wary. Always be wary of Deku’s ‘uncle…this Kurogiri from the League of
Villains.
That bastard.
Deku’s fucking ‘uncle’ dropped them inside a building filled with villains,
within the center of a pre-arranged horde of fools surrounding them-ambushed
before their feet touched the damn ground. No waiting, no nothing. These
villains, who believe themselves strong, have their weapons drawn and activated
quirks aimed at them.
However, the villains were not the only ones ready to fight. As the mist
cleared over Katsuki and Kirishima’s upper body, their quirks were also
activated; smirks widdening on their faces at the people eager to fight them.
“Try harder you weaklings!” Katsuki punched a villain clean through a window,
shattering glass, and ducked underneath a flying kick aimed at his head by
another fool. They’re like vultures fighting over prey. Too bad he’s nothing
close to prey.
“Bakugou! You alri-” When he roundhouse kicked two villains, stopping them from
ambushing the red head, Kirishima snorted before chuckling out, “Well that
answers that!”
“Stop talking!”
“Okay, okay I will!”
“Annoying! Stupid! Hair!” Each word was punctuated with a punch and a kick.
Katsuki’s hands sparked as he swung one villain, by their tail, out through
another window with a sadistic grin gracing his lips, “You’re all fucking
dead.”
Three villains hesitated, but recovered fast, only to be struck down with
weapons clattering to the floor.
“That’s not very-ACK!” Kirishima punched one mutant tiger-like brute out into
the hallway before he happily finished talking, “Not hero-like!”
“SHUT UP! I don’t have time for these weaklings! Deku is-GAHHHH!”
“You’re worried for Mido-” Katsuki made sure to ignore Kirishima’s double take
at him and he didn’t feel bad when the idiot almost got decked in the jaw.
“WEIRD HAIR, I’LL KILL YOU TOO.”
The fire within Katsuki grew, furious that he might have called for Deku mid-
fight…always on his mind. Always in the way. The damn nerd better not do
something stupider than normal, but knowing Deku, he will. Reckless. The nerd
is going to throw himself into danger even though he can’t handle it. Stupid.
.
.
.
Frozen. For supposed to be villains, this is disappointing.
Todoroki Shouto has frozen everyone in place. His icy right hand almost covered
the face of a villain threateningly and the answers he wanted came tumbling
out. Their scheme is the kill All Might. The thought is laughable, but the fact
that they’re here…strategically separated, cut off their ability to contact the
main UA High Building means-
The small smirk at Todoroki’s face disappeared quickly. The villains have
something up their sleeve formidable enough that they’re all willing to try.
They have a way to kill All Might.
“Well,” Eyes looking down at the ice coated ground, Todoroki breathed out smoke
as he declared, “If villains think they can kill All Might, then I won’t let
them.”
Ice tickled the back of his neck when a villain he failed to freeze emerged
from behind a large group of immobilized villains and lunged at him with fangs.
Red eyes flashed at Todoroki, but the villain was frozen in place before fangs
reached his neck. When the ice he formed around the villain wasn’t enough,
cracks forming, warning, Todoroki wrapped the villain in layer after layer of
ice until he was sure they could not move.
This was enough. Todoroki’s wild eyes calmed when he realized the villain is
completely encased with only their face visible, unable to attack. Sighing at
the trouble, Todoroki said, “You’ll die if I leave you there, so I’ll be sure
to-”
“To an already dead body, ice is nothing to me.”
Delusional.
Huddling together, warm breath hitting his face, Shouto smiled at the feeling
of his hand over the wrist of his friend. The veins are frozen as if his quirk
froze them, but he is using his left hand to touch the other boy’s wrist. A
sweet voice giggled near his ear and said, “See? I can make mine stop.”
“Does…it hurt?”
“No. It feels weird, but I’m going to get used to it. Sumi said I would.” When
a hand gently brushed the left side of his face, Shouto flinched, but he did
not lash out like he does to others. The young boy sitting next to him in the
dark area of the park pulled away quickly and said, “But I…can tell this hurts.
Do you want me to-…um again?”
He nodded and the boy leaned closer, carefully biting the left side of his neck
and the pain faded away to replace it with-
Shaking his head, Todoroki put his hands in his pockets and continued stating,
“I’ll be sure to have medics arrive, in addition to the police, once the signal
jammer is taken out.”
He can feel his skin grow clammy, crackling over him a little like how his
boots easily wall over the ice he made. Walking briskly to the exit of this
area landslide zone, Todoroki knew he will warm up again by the time he get out
of here.
Before he got too far, Shouto thought he heard the villain curse him, “Damn
humans…”
It was likely his imagination, but he paused in his step for a moment, before
walking faster over the ice rippling to life after every step.
.
.
Leaving the hospital ground, Fuyumi felt it like many needles to her skin.
She almost dropped her purse from the sudden pricks of pain stretching over her
skin. The ice at the back of her neck grows colder, spreading, and she pulled
out her warm scarf to wrap it around her shoulders to calm it. Ignoring the
strangers looking at her with odd expressions since the weather is warm today
in spring, Fuyumi fast walked towards the subway station to head towards UA.
She can feel Shouto’s distress. Something is happening. Fuyumi ran into the
convenience store closest to the station, into the bathroom, when she felt her
skin begin to freeze faster. The bathroom is vacant besides her, so she locked
it. The mirror she gazed into froze over, erasing her image.
Summoning the tiny flame she can manage within her, Fuyumi concentrated on that
feeling and melted the cold that coated the bathroom. With a shivering voice,
Fuyumi stopped her phone that kept ringing. She knows Shouto is class, but this
is bad.
Fuyumi patiently waited for this to pass. This is all she can do until Shouto
calms down and everything will go away. Shouto will be fine.
.
.
.
The flesh kept reforming and the blood flowing, but Noumou remained docile.
Clawed hands over the wrist of Noumou dug deeper as Izuku’s jaw bit harder into
flesh, red eyes flashing back to a gradually calming green.
Shigaraki Tomura watched, transfixed by the stray drips of blood sliding from
the corner of Izuku’s mouth. “One last gulp. Anddddd...he’s back.”
The words were distorted, spoken like he was underwater, but eventually sound
returned to Izuku like an explosion. Izuku felt four fingers wrap around his
neck and the palm of another hand threateningly trail down the side of his
torso, over his waist.
The voice whose teeth bit into Izuku’s skin endlessly in his nightmares spoke
next to his ear, filled with mocking interest, “What a surprise that player two
arrives unprompted, but I won’t complain. I usually loathe surprises, All
Might’s absence being one of them, but this…this I’ll gladly make an
exception.”
.
.
The scent of the abomination’s blood is horrible, worse than the clashed scents
of the unconscious villains he defeated in the central plaza. It is a dizzying
collection of blood, sour to the senses.
Aizawa’s fingers dug into the ground, claws formed and raking lines in the
cement as he struggled to move. Hurts. He thinks his body is shivering now from
the pain, or it could be the creature’s arm holding him down. Vision spinning,
Aizawa refused to remain pinned down to leave his students so he kept
struggling to-
As if sensing his inner turmoil, the creature slammed him down with enough
force to send small cracks through his shoulders and arms, like the spider web
cracks haloed around Aizawa’s head.
Raspberry blood surrounds Aizawa Shouta.
He’s breathing heavier. Blood is slipping into his mouth from a deep cut on his
cheek, but it’s a useless effort to obtain a miniscule strength by consuming
his own blood. Useless. A desperation technique used when hanging by a thread.
Aizawa turned his head to weakly blow hair from his eyes, but his dead heart
beat loud in his ear when he heard it:
Midoriya Izuku…is a natural born vampire.
The last time he saw a natural born was when he was only a child, newly bit by
a lowly life bastard that needed someone to guard. He was but an expendable
attack-dog to those monsters.
 The breath Aizawa held slowly released when he heard Midoriya begin to
violently cough. He can only see a little bit of Midoriya through his tangled
hair and he saw the young vampire natural born stumble back. Blood spilled from
Izuku’s mouth as he coughed and vomited close enough to Aizawa’s twitching
hand, close enough that he can smell the putridity grow.
.
.
The forearm Izuku is biting flexed, pumping a few ounces out of the deep wounds
in its arm to send red spilling.
Red spilled from Izuku’s chin, down his neck and between his disappearing
sharpened claws. He gasped when his vision focused on the frightening eyes of
the huge thing he’s bitten; it’s pupils rolling around before looking back at
Izuku when he made a tiny sound. He then began to choke; fear and shock
punching at his gut.
A tiny, muffled, gasp caught Izuku’s ear and he remembered…Asui, Mineta!! The
villains didn’t notice them yet, but-
As Izuku stumbled back, gagging, Shigaraki let him be and only backed a few
steps back so he could watch him suffer, “I wanted to go find you. Make you
bleed. Play around again, Izuku-chan, away from all those that feel the need to
baby you. So? Ready for a real fight together? I’ve never fought a vampire
before and I’m eager for you to be my first.”
Shigaraki then made a disgusted groan when Izuku fell to his knees, holding his
stomach as he retched. Blood and bile stained the ground.
Through tears, Izuku glared at Shigaraki when he crouched down to observe and
say, “I wonder what Noumou’s blood tastes like to a creature like you…like
shit?”
“S-Shig-” Izuku began to say through coughs, but hung his head to heave out the
last of the clashing mixture of blood that spilt into his mouth when he tore
his fangs from rejuvenating flesh.
“I wouldn’t know.” Bitterness spat out from Shigaraki and Izuku flinched at the
sight of the ground disintegrate from the palm pressed flat against it.
Body shaking, Izuku managed to squint past Shigaraki, over his shoulder to peer
at Aizawa Shouta. The pro-hero moved his arm slowly out of the way, dragging it
down at his side so that he could stare at him with determined eyes. Tears
pours from Izuku’s eyes when he closed them, doubling over again to cough more.
“I wonder if yours tastes like shit. Sad…your blood is useless to me at the
moment. So damn boring,” was the casual comment Shigaraki said next, scratching
his neck with one hand. When he stopped scratching, Shigaraki muttered, “I’ll
try your blood again when I’m ready…in time.”
Izuku took a deep breath when he stopped vomiting and coughing, wiping the
tears from his eyes. He spat out the remaining bile from his mouth. The
uncomfortable taste is persistent, making him cough. Since Izuku couldn’t
answer Shigaraki yet, the villain continued talking, tone annoyed at the one-
sided conversation, “When you stop vomiting kid, tell me what it taste like.
I’m curious.”
It tastes like a massacre.
“It…tastes-” Wiping the disgusting mess around his chin, Izuku spat on the
ground before the villain watching him as if he was under a microscope; an
animal to poke and prod. And maybe, he was seen as such, by how the older man’s
blood colored eyes sparkled in interest. Shigaraki laughed when Izuku answered
him, “It tastes rotten. Like you I’d imagine, Shigaraki Tomura.”
When the man stopped laughing at him, Shigaraki mocked him with amusement clear
in his eyes, “Well you wouldn’t know how I taste, would you?”
Izuku said nothing to that.
The thing Shigaraki called a Noumou tilted its head and moved to look closer at
Izuku, groaning with it’s body twitching unnaturally...like its own unnatural
blood. Noumou’s horrid breath blew on him through clenched teeth, teeth
clacking together once. Turning away, Izuku felt everything stop when he heard
Aizawa-sensei groan from where he is underneath its palm.
The blood rage is gone. Only the smell of raspberries growing stronger and
stronger remained in focus. Izuku’s legs moved quickly, his dead rabbit heart
thrumming alive within his chest. He shoved past an amused Shigaraki to lunge
at the creature with a fist pulled back ready to punch.
Green eyes flashed wildly. Everything Toshinori told him to do rushed his mind
like the wind around him from the building power of One for All. He mumbled the
chant under his breath, “Don’t let it! Don’t let the egg explode!”
The next surprise made Izuku’s knees buckle and his shoulders rise like a small
animal’s fur when cornered by a predator. His punch did nothing. His arm is not
mangled, no pain.
Noumou only looked down at Izuku with its eyes twitching for a second before
stilling, focusing on him.
A small shot of desperation ran through his veins and Izuku motioned to kick
the creature, but it was no use. The creature grabbed his leg and lifted him
high into the air, daggling him upside down. Izuku screamed when Noumou
squeezed his calve. He felt his bones crack. Blood soaked through his gym
uniform pants to drip down his leg and Izuku tried to pull away in vain. Tears
fell from his eyes when the creature squeezed a little tighter, snout sniffing
curiously near his injured leg.
 The squeezing stopped when Shigaraki touched its skin to disintegrate a small
chunk of flash and obtained the creature’s attention.
.
.
.
Everything hurts.
Kurogiri Sumi’s developing headache from when the nuisance of students
surprised him us growing. It is a dull pain internally like Midoriya Izuku’s
denial like stakes to the body. It hurt like the pressure rendering him
motionless on the side of the dome ceiling with a gravity he cannot fight.
He can see the human glaring with those big eyes similar to the once cute Izuku
he helped raise from infancy, steeple hands shaking. Those brown human eyes are
dull compared to the endless valleys of green that stains a wild crimson.
If it takes a rougher hand for his stubborn Izuku to understand, then he shall
oblige.
When Sumi felt the hold around his neck weaken enough, he rushed back to tell
Shigaraki Tomura: He failed his young master.
It is a fact that Shigaraki will not be pleased with him for one student
managed to escape outside of the facilities. The alarm bell as been rung. His
fault. His failure will be met with anger, but his failure does not extend to
his Izuku…yet. It won’t.
It was then the familiar smell of strawberries reached Kurogiri, sending a wave
of fear through him.
 Pained eyes looked down at him. Izuku hung upside down, arms seeming to reach
out for him like the young child in his memories. Strawberry blood dripped from
Izuku’s leg; a small bit of bone stuck out at the ankle, torn through flesh and
cloth to stain the pant leg red.
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.
.
Uraraka gripped her knees as she panted, vision shaky just for a moment…she
won’t allow her stomach to get the best of her now. Sweat fell from her brow as
she glared at the ground for a moment before looking towards their injured
teacher.
Ashido squeezed Thirteen’s gloved hand tighter, comforting the badly injured
teacher with them. She sniffed and rubbed her nose quick, fighting back tears
that were about to fall from her eyes, as she said, “We have to s-stop the
bleeding, something-anything~”
Shaking his head to focus, Sero held out his arm and gently wrapped some tape
around Thirteen’s destroyed suit. He went slowly, extra careful not to further
injure Thirteen. With a trembling right hand, Thirteen waved Ashido who was
knelt down the closet to come closer to them to say, “A-Aizawa-senpai asked…f-
for me to watch...h-he trusted-”
“Thirteen-sensei, please, do not worry.” Ashido stopped biting her lip and
added, mouth smiling weakly, “The class rep made it out to get help and the
black mist villain disappeared a-and-”
In the distance, flashes of lightning crackled in the mountain zone area.
“Mido-“ As if Kaminari electrocuted her from all the way at the USJ entrance,
Uraraka’s eyes widened as she said again, “Midoriya…Deku! The villain!”
Her tone made Satou alert. “Uraraka.”
“H-He’s after him!”
“Uraraka.”
“He’s after Dek-“ Uraraka was unable to run off for she felt a hand touch her
shoulder and another hand grab hers tightly, preventing her from leaving the
area. Black eyes glared up at Uraraka, squeezing her hand, and Satou took a
step back to stand where Shouji ran to block her. “I…I know…I won’t run off
alone. But Deku is-that villain is-”
She said nothing more, knowing doing something reckless would be detrimental to
what Thirteen did for them, what they all did for Iida to escape. They can only
wait. She hoped All Might would-
A stray, dethatched arm flung on the top of the stairs, making Shouji and Satou
jump away from the edge of the stairs with a scream. Materializing near the
stairs, catching them all by surprise, a villain coughed out black blood as
they crawled up the stairs with one limp leg still merging together. The hand
of the unconnected arm is a twitching, fingernail loose on the rotting flesh as
it moved. The black blood of the villain oozed from their mouth as they
smirked.
“Hello kids…” A spurt of black blood came out of the villain’s arm when he
laughed. “Your bastard of a teacher is ruthless. But what do you expect from a
creature like him. It’s what they do, pro-hero or not.”
Even though Shouji whispered quietly through his facemask, his innocent
question made the villain pause and look at him, “Aizawa-sensei…a creature?”
Shouji raised his arms in defense when he saw the villain grin at them. Bloody
black-stained teeth dripped with saliva and blood as the villain threatened
with a lick of his lips, “I made sure not to eat anything before this, so…get
ready. Make this good for me. I like it when my meat is scared~”
Sitting on the ground, the villain dragged his dangling leg with slowly
knitting flesh together. Sero toothy grin weakened as he watched the leg heal,
“W-what kind of quirk…”
“Quirk?” The villain laughed weakly, body leaning forward a little to harshly
say nonstop under their breath, “Stupid humans…stupid, stupid, stupiddd~”
Ashido stomped her foot and screamed, “ENOUGH!”
They all might have gulped when the villain did stop, only to lick his lips at
them, eyeing the fallen Thirteen groaning from the where they struggled on
ground. “That Pro-hero flesh smells good from here. Fresh. But you appetizers
smell just as good.”
 Ashido stood and clenched her acid coated palms before getting into a shaky
stance. When the villain’s leg fully merged to allow him stand once again,
Uraraka moved next to Ashido with hands held out wide. Her outstretched fingers
hovered in the direction of Sero who stood a few paces from them, the furthest
away and something told her they’d need to run. Right. Now.
.
.
A huge shadowy hand slammed a villain through a building, saving Kouda huddled
on the ground protecting something. Appearing next to Kouda a moment later,
Fumikage helped his classmate stand and yelled over the wind, “Are you injured,
Kouda? Take it easy if you are.”
A simple shake of the head sufficed and Fumikage indicated for the other the
follow him, cloak held up against the onslaught of rain.
When they took refuge down into a basement walkway, a long hallway that looked
like apartments, Fumikage then turned around to reprimand the other boy, “You
went off on your own in a place we didn’t agree upon for our bait tactic. Why
did you-“
“They were teleported here too. I couldn’t ignore them when I noticed.” Kouda’s
voice is soft and gentle like the birds cradled in his arms. “I…I’m sorry.”
“It’s alright.” Fumikage sighed, a small smile at his lips. He wiped his cheek
with the back of his hand to dry some of his feathers under his eye; the action
useless compared to the amount of rain soaking his entire form. Kouda didn’t
look any better; the birds in his arms shook the rain vigorously from their
bodies. The endless rain and gusts are but a minor issue since villains are
pursuing them. “But please stick to what we agreed. Defeat as many as we can,
get out, and get a message to UA. Anything to-”
It was then the birds in Kouda’s arms began chirping in alarm, swirling around
before scattering towards the ceiling.
Kouda lunged forward. He pulled Fumikage back by his shoulder; a pair of claws
swiped at them out of nowhere and claws gouged the wall instead.
Invisible. The invisible villain with sharp claws is breathing heavily enough a
few feet in front of them near the farther exit. They can hear the sick
excitement grow within the villain, a deep rumble building in their throat.
Claws slowly raked the walls.
Dark Shadow began to yell, but paused halfway, causing the two boys to glance
at the hovering shadow now sniffing the air.
Fumikage’s eyes widened when Dark Shadow gasped in realization. That was a
sufficient enough signal. He reached underneath his cloak to hold his sword’s
handle strapped at his back. The silver decorated sword glinted in the dim
lighting of the basement hallway and Fumikage grit his teeth.
“Kouda, listen to me, don’t let them bite or scratch you! And when I say run,
run into the rain and stay in the rain.”
“A bird of prey isn’t worth turning,” said the villain before them, still
invisible, but their icy blue eyes glowed once before disappearing. “Torture
and death is the best for the baby killers.”
A wolf howl made them cringe at the closeness…and another howl answered in the
distance.
The birds landed on Kouda’s shoulders, tweeting quietly enough just for him to
hear. He whispered his disbelief to his sword-wielding classmate, “…W-
werewolf?”
Holding his sword in one hand, Fumikage reached behind him to hold Kouda’s hand
when he heard footsteps move closer…clawed feet tapping on the cement floor.
Talismans glowed underneath long, dark robes when he gripped the blessed handle
of his sword tighter. The recited words from his childhood easily flow from
Fumikage as he says the last promise, sword tapping the ground to slide in a
half circle. Dark shadow joined him:
“The Tokoyami family accepts the honor and consequences from the Gods and
Goddesses.”
“The bird of prey speaks in plurals, yet it’s alone.” Another voice responded
at the other end of the corridor, enclosing the students from both sides. The
water rolling off their form is the other indication of the second werewolf’s
presence. It is a tiny blessing.
Sword held high, Fumikage steadily spoke, “We promise to deliver swift
judgment.”
 The situation has worsened. So, if these villains have werewolves, then what
other creatures?
.
.
.
It was that moment Kurogiri managed to reappear, hands reaching out from the
ground with swirling shadows rising into the air like clouds; Pillowed under
Izuku’s trembling, injured form. Clicking his tongue, Shigaraki watched Izuku
be reverently set down by Noumou directly into Kurogiri Sumi’s waiting arms.
Kurogiri rose up from the ground with Izuku in his arms, black mist revealing
his inner form for a few seconds as he began to preach. “Shigaraki-san, you
went too far! I told you not to-“
The glowing yellow eyes of Kurogiri twitched when Izuku elbowed his solar
plexus, squirming as he cradled him in his arms that he almost dropped him.
Kurogiri kneeled to the ground instead to accommodate the frantic movements of
the boy, but he didn’t let him go. The arms holding him are tight like chains.
Izuku refused to be near Kurogiri, to be held like this as if he is actually
cared for. And he is not cared for. Truly. And that fact is what truly hurt
Izuku as he faced the villain holding him, shushing him like an ignorant child.
Shigaraki casually observed them, doing nothing to assist.
The bleeding leg of Izuku throbbed in pain and he can’t move his foot like
during the physical tests of the entrance exam…multiple points of broken bone
again. But now Recovery Girl is out of reach, blocked by the villains keep them
all isolated, and Izuku can smell Aizawa-sensei’s blood nearby like a
gravitational pull. Pushing Kurogiri away, Izuku yelled with angry tears
threatening to fall from his eyes, “Let me go, Sumi-san!!”
“Izuku-chan, your hero worship will serve to be your downfall. Cease this
nonsense!!”
Wiping the tears from his eyes fast, Izuku yelled, “No! Stop it, Sumi-san! Put
me down now! I don’t want you to touch me!”
The talisman Aizawa gave him would have been useful right now and it should be
working, but…why isn’t it? Careful not to alert Kurogiri during his struggles,
Izuku felt around the left pocket of his gym uniform. I-It’s not there. What
happened?
The mist around Kurogiri’s face lightened enough for Izuku to see the man’s
smirk.
“How did you know?”
“I have many secrets Izuku. Many, I’d not mind divulging, but not until you do
the same young blood. Everything. Trust is-”
“Don’t say trust! You lost mine when you let that man near me, let him touch
me, the moment you attacked my classmates and my teacher!!”
As he looked at Kurogiri, Izuku only felt the frustration grow inside when he
saw the man’s expression only harden. The black mist around his face is a
wildfire, but his expression is distant with those piercing yellow eyes. Izuku
is muttering rapidly under his breath words Kurogiri couldn’t decipher from how
fast his mutters went.
Kurogiri shook his head and sighed out, “Be obedient Izuku-chan. This is for
your sake. I’m not taking you away by force, but your hardheaded persistence is
persuading me more and more otherwise. But I can see reason. I want you to
willingly come with me, young blood.”
“No.”
“I love-”
“I said no, Sumi-san!”
Talking of love hurts.
“You think I would just- You and mom-” He struggled with admitting it aloud at
that moment, but the thought of his mother gave Izuku strength. This
confrontation hurt. Gripping onto Kurogiri’s forearm, Izuku twisted away as
best as he can to yell, “But mom stopped- she didn’t want this! Whatever bad
she’s done, I-I don’t know, but she’s changed, supported me, loved me like
this, unlike you! You’ve always been planning that I-I...live as a villain.”
“Izu-“
“Mom is better than you! You’re not my family anymore.”
 Lemony blood of Kurogiri forcefully smothered Izuku’s mouth, silencing him.
Kurogiri’s arm hooked around his face with the other forcefully holding Izuku’s
torso still. Lips remained closed, and Izuku turned his face away, fighting the
familiar scent of Kurogiri’s blood; blood that he once associated with family.
.
.
.
Tsuyu covered her mouth when she saw what happened to Midoriya. She didn’t know
what to do, but her eyes couldn’t stop watching. Helpless. She wanted to move,
anything-throw her tongue around him and hop to safety with Mineta in her arms
like what she managed to do before.
But she cannot and Midoriya will continue suffering.
When his scream reached her ears, she held her breath. Thoughts flying rapidly
through her mind as she stared at the scene playing out before her….
And the one sided conversation is puzzling. Natural…what? Vampires? Did she
hear them righ-
Mineta tugged on her arm discreetly, trepidation arising within her for the
tension rose with Izuku declaration of the man not being family anymore. The
water near Mineta splashed a little, but Tsuyu knows that her fellow classmate
is scared. Trembling. She cannot blame the fear for she can feel it begin to
consume her too. She can’t let it.
Midoriya is at the mercy of these people and no matter what ideas come to mind,
she refuses to leave him alone. And with how how Mineta kept his sight focused
despite all the spilt blood everywhere…she isn’t alone in her thoughts.
 No matter what happens, they won’t abandon him with these villains.
.
.
.
“Oh yeahhh, because forcing myself on that thing worked before.” Running three
fingers through his pale hair, Shigaraki continued mocking, “Though your Izuku-
chan’s charms can be to blame too for my thirst. But yours…why don’t you do it
too Kurogiri.”
Charm the immature vampire to do his bidding.
“No, I do not wish that, Shigaraki-san. Thank you.”
Kurogiri frowned harder at the hypocrisy infesting everything around them right
now; the young master Shigaraki’s words are filled with it. His desperation to
make the young vampire in his arms see reason is not working...Izuku’s one good
leg kicked desperately, fingers digging blunt nails into his arms.
“The harder you play with him, Kurogiri, the stronger he plays coy.”
“Coy you say.” He bit this out, grunting when Midoriya rammed his elbow against
him.
“Break his face and drag him home. Lock him away in your room to play with
later or something, love sick fool.”
“This is delicate matter, Shigaraki-san, and you are aware of our current
predicament.” Annoyance is rising quick within Kurogiri and he practically spat
out, “And Izuku-chan is not to be though of in that-”
“Yeah sure, whatever Kurogiri. You’re doing a great job with the little whiny
vamp~” Izuku head butted Kurogiri’s chin at that moment, causing the older
vampire groan and tighten his hold. Saliva and blood sputtered out of Izuku’s
mouth as he struggled against the older vampire pressing his bloody wrist near
his mouth. Clearly delighted, Shigaraki continued, “-So very delicate with your
precious bag of addiction. Let me have a taste again soon, Deku. Over and over
again, having you begging underneath-”
“SHIGARAKI-SAN!” That yell from Sumi made Izuku pause.
When Shigaraki said that, he looked at him from top to bottom. Lust. A sadistic
lust with teeth and blood and-…Closing his eyes at the sight, Izuku took a slow
deep breath and focused…that made the villain of his nightmares blow air out of
his nose.
Then the mocking continued:
“Izuku-channn, there goes your charm again. Honestly, everything that happened
to you, blame Sumi-san for keeping you this pathetic like a pet for him to have
behind glass.”
Kurogiri held in his anger when Shigaraki chuckled a little at the struggling
boy in his arms. Crimson dripped over Izuku’s fingers since he has his hand
covering his mouth, and yellow eyes glowed furiously at the overt refusal. The
corner of Shigaraki’s lip twitched, smirking at the bloody mess slipping down
Izuku’s ankle and mouth.
The blood of Noumou would go down better than Sumi’s taste; Izuku refused to
cry in front of Sumi.
Stepping on pro-hero Eraserhead’s hand that attempted to touch Izuku’s ankle,
Shigaraki kicked the hand away and sighed, “What a spoiled brat.”
“And yet, Shigaraki-san, you are comparable.” Kurogiri’s words instantly struck
a nerve. That made Shigaraki growl, burning in his red eyes signaling he was
about to lash out, but then he only scratched the flesh of his neck. “It is a
mistake of your upbringing we did not foresee in time, so we shall work hard to
remedy it so you will evolve. Izuku-chan will see firsthand.”
The older vampire yanked Izuku’s head back painfully and when a screamed
escaped him, blood flowed freely down a throat. Izuku squeezed his eyes shut at
the sourness. Angry green eyes glowed steady and in control, glaring up at the
man who thought he could trust who is forcing himself on him.
“But everyone makes mistakes.” Sighing, Kurogiri buried his face against
Izuku’s hair…breathing in the scent, watching the young boy’s unwilling lips
drink from him. “As I have, Shigaraki-san…a-a student…managed to escape under
my watch.”
“What.”
“It was my carelessness.”
The response to Kurogiri’s declaration was hands scratching at bloody skin
harder, but before Shigaraki could react, Izuku caught their gazes once more.
Izuku broke away, rolling off the older vampire’s lap as best as he could with
the lingering pain. He fought to gain distance from these villains. Wiping his
mouth with his sleeve, Izuku glared at Kurogiri when he spat at the ground. The
black mist of Kurogiri twitched on the ground, engulfing around his bartender
attire once again.
Despite losing control, Izuku knows he must do his best by helping his teacher
at the mercy of Noumou. The Noumou didn’t do anything when Izuku stumbled
closer towards Aizawa. The wound on Izuku’s leg is gradually healing, the blood
falling to the ground lessening bit by bit.
Aizawa lifted his head cautiously, only a little to allow his face to look at
Izuku kneeling before him. “Breath slowly, okay, Aizawa-sensei?”
Moving the long strands of blood caked hair away from Aizawa’s face, Izuku
blinked furiously to fight against the tears that threatened to fall again. The
hair is difficult to move. He smiled faintly at those black eyes squinting up
at him with a clear reprimand to follow soon after.
“Idiot. Don’t j-just-” Voice wet, Aizawa paused to spit out blood, before
saying again. “Don’t wait…m-move. Escape. And break…t-the signal…blocker, y-you
idiot student.”
Bending over to touch his forehead with the side of Aizawa’s head, Izuku closed
his eyes.
Fickle. Shigaraki Tomura is fickle with how he sneers at the young vampire
caring for the half-crushed pro-hero. “Why do you try so hard for this one?
Don’t answer me. I don’t want to know the details of your twisted love for this
boy, Kurogiri.”
Izuku grabbed Noumou’s arm to try persuading it to move, but it didn’t budge.
Izuku screamed when black appeared close enough that he could feel it touch his
hand, “STOP. I DON’T NEED IT, SUMI-SAN! I DON’T WANT YOU! DON’T TOUCH ME AGAIN
OR I-I’LL…”
The threat of Midoriya Izuku didn’t follow through due to his fears of fighting
completely with One for All, revealing about this quirk he isn’t supposed to
have.
Powerless is what he must remain to them.
He is but a powerless budding vampire whose age is far from a century, natural
born or not-whatever special connotations that holds, he’s barely an anything
to elder Vampires like his mother and Kurogiri.
If he reveals this, then Kurogiri will want more answers on how he obtained his
power and he cannot do that to All Might. Toshinori is counting on him.
Eyes narrowed in disgust, his patience clearly wearing thin, Shigaraki
scratched his neck as he sighed, “No fun Blind to everything giftwrapped for
him…damn, I want to kill him. No matter what you say, he’s not worthy. Deal
with him, Kurogiri before I do.”
“You are not killing Midoriya Izuku, Shigaraki-san. Never. You’ll understand in
time. Soon, we promise.”
Instinctually, Izuku flinched when Shigaraki’s voice threatened with his voice
sharpening in fury, “Stop repeating the shit I’ve heard already. Kill
Eraserhead or something damn useful since you already ruined this by letting a
student escape!”
“M-…Midoriya.” The clenched hand of Aizawa stopped shaking when Izuku gently
touched his wrist, but the words that came out of his mouth were weak. Voice
dry and strained by the unyielding grasp of the Noumou keeping him restrained.
With a hand gently caressing the bloodied face of his teacher, Izuku opened his
mouth to say something, but was stopped.
Black mist floating before Izuku’s face, a foot appeared over Aizawa’s hand to
grind it to the ground with his heel, ripping a muffled grunt out from the pro-
heroes mouth.
A fist swung towards Kurogiri’s face and the contact was satisfying as he moved
again to strike a second time. The strike felt more than good to Izuku.
Through the layers of black mist, Izuku slammed his fist underneath Kurogiri’s
right eye and sent him falling back. The black mist disappeared for only a
second. Leaning against Noumou’s arm, Izuku spun around to fight when he smelt
the familiar lemon blood appear near him.
Unfortunately, hands caught Izuku’s arms and twisted it behind, holding him
high in the air away from Aizawa’s battered form on the ground. When Izuku
stopped screaming, shoulder muscles straining, he heard Kurogiri hiss:
“You ungrateful child.”
 “SUMI-SAN, I HATE YOU!”
.
.
The misty ink hands on Izuku’s skin tightened, claws growing long to rake
across forearms. When Izuku flinched at the feeling of claws, Kurogiri steeled
himself to not pull the boy into a hug.
He said he would never do this.
But.
He wants to steal him away into the night.
He should not want this, should not cater the thought, but he wants to lock his
Izuku in the darkness with him; with those he is meant to be with forever, but
no. Not like this.
Shigaraki is to shine first and foremost. He will not ruin Shigaraki’s plans.
If he stole Izuku away, everyone would not be pleased. Everyone.
Everything is falling apart.
The older vampire could only curse.
Kurogiri’s fangs exposed in frustration hissed close to his young vampire’s
ear, “Do you know how much your family has suffered under the hands of
‘heroes,’ the people you revere? How hunters and heroes are synonymous, hand in
hand with our destruction, your destruction? You’re just a thing to be
exploited in ways you’ve already experienced.”
 Midoriya Inko cannot keep her child tucked away from this reality.
.
.
It was like a needle pierced Izuku’s head, sending a pulsing headache that
squeezed like the tears falling from his eyes. Hot tears burned over his skin
like the faint taste of Kurogiri’s lemon blood on his tongue.
“Do you really hate me so, Izuku-chan?”
There was no hesitation in his response. “Yes.”
The arms restraining Izuku pulled him close against the black mist, close to
his true body within. Izuku said nothing when he felt a chin rest on his left
shoulder, acidic breath touching skin with a tainted concern.
“Listen to me, young blood. Do you-”
Pain. That is what Izuku focused on. His leg throbbed, the wound stinging, and
Izuku fought to pay attention to the pain and not the conniving man who has
lied to him for years; the man who is lying and trying to manipulate at this
moment. The man Izuku once loved as family spoke:
“Do you know how much I sacrificed for you, Izuku-chan?” Kurogiri slid his
injured wrist back to Izuku’s lips, presenting his blood once again like beads
of pomegranate. The entrance to the Underworld has always been open to Izuku
and Kurogiri is poised to make his transition as easy as possible.
And Izuku didn’t know what to say as Kurogiri continued, harshly whispering to
him words with a chin resting on his left shoulder like a devil:
“You still don’t understand your importance, despite my endless warnings. So
many people love you, Izuku-chan, and you have yet to meet them. You belong
with me. With them.” Lips pressed against Izuku’s shoulder, fangs growing at
the desire to just take. “Do you know how much your mother-”
Spiting the remaining taste of lemonade blood, Izuku twisted out of the hold
and screamed, as he turned around, limping back closer to his teacher, “MOTHER
IS DIFFERENT FROM YOU! SHE WANTED TO CHANGE AND SHE OBTAINED IT. SHE LOVES ME
UNLIKE YOU!”
Kurogiri Sumi did not change. No. He never planned to change like his mother
did.
“AND WHAT ABOUT YOUR FATHER?”
He couldn’t believe Kurogiri’s words right now. Is the man that desperate to
force him to listen that he’d bring up an absentee father whom his mom barely
talks about, assures that they’ve reached some mutual agreement in raising him,
a complete no-show of a father? The father who apparently gives loveless token
money every month, yet his mother works herself like crazy? That nonexistent
father?
“Don’t bring up a man I don’t want to know and never will. All Might…and
Aizawa-sensei have been more of his father to me, and I’ve only met my Aizawa-
sensei recently.”
Finally two older vampire eyes met once again, air violently sucking in through
their mouths and noses in shock.
Time stopped.
Aizawa’s red eyes flickered and Kurogiri’s eyes glowed even brighter. Fangs
disappeared. Still, he kept his eyes locked with the approaching Kurogiri.
That stopped the black mist from engulfing Izuku, hovering in place due to the
light chuckles that erupted from the mist villain’s mouth.
Izuku winced when Kurogiri brushed off Aizawa with a simple, “I knew I
remembered that name before. That’s why you’re so cozy here already, Izuku-
chan. You found a downgrade to play with you.”
Wait.
“Sumi-san you know~”
“You know so little Izuku-chan. That’s why I will always be there to guide you,
just like your father will.”
Father talk again.
Amused golden eyes of Kurogiri Sumi’s growing hostility did not go ignored and
Aizawa sniffed the air once…catching the faint smell of blood from Izuku head
butting the villain a moment ago. He coughed after doing so, moving an arm to
pillow under his heavily injured head.
Noumou’s breathed deeper at Aizawa’s movement, but calmed when his prey made no
move to try escaping.
“Took-…took you-” Voice weak and tired, Aizawa still talked, spitting out blood
and dirt from his mouth as he said, “Long enough…bastard. Still smell…like
shit.”
“The orphan is all grown and willing to give love and care now hmm? How did my
child taste for you, Shouta? Did you charm my Izu-”
“Unlike…y-you old disgusting shits, I-I still…have some of my damn humanity
left, Kurogiri-chan.”
“Ohhh Shouta Pro-hero-san, did you offer to be his Sire now? One true master,
savior, family, everything under the moon for the sweet natural born that shall
be all yours to taste in the near future? Answer me.” Acid practically dripped
from Kurogiri’s mouth as he asked this, but was met with silence. Defiance.
Spitting a few of his hair that stuck to his face, dried blood hindering in
such a way, Aizawa smiled lazily as Izuku and said, “This man, your Sumi, is a
real unfriendly one.”
With a small tilt of Shigaraki’s head, Noumou was about to squeeze Aizawa again
and make the man beg.
Feeling a little pity, Kurogiri let go of Izuku temporarily to let him cry over
his teacher, Sire, in agony before him. Clawless hands gripped Noumou’s skin
and Izuku screamed, “I’LL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT, SUMI-SAN. I’LL DRINK-”
Black mist rushed to Izuku before he could finish his sentence, words muffled
by the wrist offered moments ago. Izuku quietly drank the blood, smacking away
the hand that petted his hair as he had his fill. So, when he felt that his
injured leg wasn’t aching so much anymore, he stopped. He didn’t want to give
the elder vampire the satisfaction of getting what he wants with him yet again.
Yet, he forced the last of Sumi’s blood down his throat…looking away from those
all-seeing eyes.
Don’t let him know.
“You’ve taken a liking to your teacher, yes?”
It’s a loaded question. Black mist is floating like clouds around them,
harmless now, but ready to darken as a raging storm. Izuku can see that. He
might witness his teacher die. Biting his lip, Izuku nodded slightly and fell
back down to kneel at his teacher’s side.
“I just…want to be a hero. Try to be. Why can’t you see that?”
“It’s not you, Izuku-chan. Now please…leave this school. Don’t come back here.
You’ll be happier elsewhere.”
The pain made the pro-hero’s answer be more strained with Noumou still holding
him down, but he did not hold back when he mocked, "No. He’s…not like you,
blood-dealing Bastard.”
“What did you-” The defiant smirk from Aizawa made Kurogiri’s blood boil and
under the cover of his mist, his fangs lengthened eagerly to rip into flesh of
the pro-hero pinned like a butterfly specimen. Sprawled out. Weak. Dead.
“Your Midoriya Izuku...is not y-yours. Never.”
Grabbing onto Aizawa’s arms, Izuku pressed in closer to the man as he screamed
in determination, “AIZAWA-SENSEI, NOW!”
Shigaraki said nothing and stared, while it was Kurogiri’s turn to yell.
It hurt for only a moment. Izuku’s stared wide-eyed at the faraway ceiling that
bleed crimson and blues, oranges and ash in a massive brushstroke of curls.
Sound vanished around him as if he was sinking to the ocean floor.
Pro-Hero Eraserhead, Aizawa Shouta, sunk his fangs deep into Midoriya Izuku’s
shoulder and drank.
Vision blurring, Izuku faintly remembered something. This is his first bite
from a vampire...
To Be Continued
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