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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      僕のヒーローアカデミア_|_Boku_no_Hero_Academia_|_My_Hero_Academia
  Relationship:
      Midoriya_Izuku/Toogata_Mirio
  Character:
      Midoriya_Izuku, Toogata_Mirio, Midoriya_Inko
  Additional Tags:
      Not_Beta_Read, flatmates_AU, quirkless_but_quirk?, BAMF_Midoriya_Izuku,
      protective_Mirio, Rating_May_Change
  Series:
      Part 1 of Superboy_AU
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-10-02 Updated: 2018-02-04 Chapters: 21/? Words: 62123
****** The last son ******
by WereKoalaPL
Summary
     Izuku and Mirio have shared one dream since they were children, to be
     heroes. Because what can two small boys living in a country want
     more?
     Izuku's dream shatters when he learns that he has no quirk. At least
     it does until he pulls a schoolbus out of the river. Soon enough he
     can outrun a bullet train and that's when things just start getting
     interesting.
     So what else to do but move a pair of teenagers to a tiny cramped
     apartment in the city since they now attend the same school? Seems
     simple, all theories do, until both start pining. Then things go from
     weird to weirder.
Notes
     An idea for this appeared while taking a shower.
     And then I just rolled with it. So have fun!
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Childhood *****
It was fun living way out in the country. Always has been. There were memories
strewn everywhere, like hay after a tornado. Most of them from what seemed like
just yesterday, but in fact was years ago. The air hung heavy with the storm as
dark clouds covered the sky and soon enough it would be raining. Izuku always
hated the rain, he hated it even more when he couldn't see the sun. But it was
an afternoon like this when he first met Mirio, a boy with deep black eyes,
hair the color of ripe wheat and a personality so radiant and boisterous it
caused headaches even for the most patient of adults.
He watches the first drops of rain wet the grass and recalls how they met.
Mirio's mom, at the time a shy and quiet woman, dropped in to greet their new
neighbors. Izuku remembered clinging onto his mother's flower patterned skirt,
while a curious boy tried making his way around it, poking his head left and
right, until he eventually gave up and simply stuck his head clean through his
mom! Izuku remembers his cheeks reddening to an insane shade of crimson and the
startled yelp he gave falling to the ground and then the embarrassment of
having met his first friend way out here. Their first meeting turned even more
awkward when Mirio helped him to his feet all the while being buck ass naked
and perfectly comfortable that way.
Soon enough their friendship kicked off. Mirio was fun to be around, he was
perpetually curious and adventurous and he was the only kid for miles and miles
around. Their favorite game was being heroes. They would pretend to rescue
stray cats from the trees, or chase non existent criminals through the forest.
Izuku would wear just his favorite red blanket tied around his neck, while
Mirio would style his hair up and give him this blinding smile, followed by a
'Fear not for I am here!', and a valiant pose. Of course they both outgrew it,
mostly. The blanket laid neatly folded under his bed, but Mirio retained his
wild hairstyle, which earned him the nickname 'Tintin' at the local elementary
school later on. It stuck even through the short rebellious phase that he
pulled later.
They grew up together, playing, vagabonding, doing everything and nothing. And
despite how much time has passed their friendship remained a constant. That and
the fact that Izuku admired Mirio every step of the way. After all he had a
magnificent quirk, a warm and compassionate personality and possibly the most
beautiful smile he had ever seen.
The loud sound of droplets hitting the rooftop reminds Izuku of another event.
It was a month after his fifth birthday, any quirk would have manifested by
now, but there was nothing. He remembered hiding in the forest in their
hollowed out tree, crying his eyes out when a familiar warm and utterly wet
weight settled next to him. He remembered crying while Mirio hugged him and
told him that it does not matter, that it's all right, and that they can still
be heroes together, fighting against the villains of the world. Of course at
the time he believed it.
Elementary school passed by in a blaze, up until the last year, where Mirio
wasn't around to keep him company during breaks and lunch. That was possibly
the worst year of all. The other kids were brutal in teasing and bullying him.
And then the unthinkable happened, the bus their class was riding on for a
field trip crashed. Izuku remembered the sudden jerking motion and then the
sensation of falling before they hit the surface of the water. He remembered
the panic in his classmates' eyes and the screams of terror as water started
pouring in, yet no one could open the doors. The water was already reaching his
chest when he decided something had to be done. By the time he pushed his way
to the door the water nearly reached the ceiling with people desperately
swimming up for air. He still remembered how his fingers sunk into the steel,
and how just a light push was enough to tear the door clean off its hinges. He
remembered swimming down and the sensation of his snickers sinking until he was
knee deep in the mud as he pushed. He remembered the burning in his muscles as
foot by foot he heaved the bus out of the water. And he remembered the
surreality of it all as he collapsed on the sand, because he finally had a
quirk he so desperately yearned for. The whole situation turned into a big
deal, with him getting a small interview in the local newspaper and all the
parents thanking him, despite the fact that their kids enjoyed bullying the so
far quirkless nerd. It was probably the biggest thing since the meteor shower
some years back.
That same evening he remembered the bone crushing hug from Mirio and how
serious his friend looked for the first time in his life. He remembered the
myriad of emotions and expressions that his friend made when he told him all
about the accident. And how Mirio dragged him off to his home to test the
quirk. It was safe to say the remainder of the night they spent dreaming of
heroism, while Izuku was bench pressing Mirio's parents' pickup and 'adjusting'
to his new found strength. But what he remembered most was the rough hands
around his arms and a strangely quiet 'I was so worried Izuku' whispered into
his ear.
Throughout middle school they both enjoyed readying themselves for joining UA.
It was far, and they were certain they would have to live in some sort of an
apartment, but no matter the hardships they wouldn't forfeit their dreams.
Training was first of all fun, and even if Mirio wasn't the brightest when it
came to academics Izuku wouldn't be able to find a person more suited for
heroics in the whole world. That was also when his quirk started to do strange
things. At first it were little details, like a sudden burst of energy deep
inside him or that he prepared the whole breakfast in under one minute, or the
fact that he outran a train when he was once late, ok that last bit wasn't that
insignificant. Long story short, his speed started matching his strength. In
the beginning he kept quiet about it, testing it, learning how to control it.
And when he was certain he could he came and talked to mom about it. At first
she was worried, but she was always worried and two quirks were always better
than one, so she couldn't worry for long. On the other hand Mirio was overjoyed
too, laughing and joking about lighting fast piggy back rides to school.
Eventually Mirio made it into UA. And now here they were, sipping on lemonade
while letting the storm do as it pleases with the outside. They sat side by
side on the porch with Mirio letting his large feet soak in the water trickling
down the roof, while Izuku scooted close to get some of his friend's body heat.
It always puzzled him how resilient Mirio was, withstanding the summer storms
in less than full clothing, and the winter hails in not much more than a
jumper. Maybe it was the quirk which left him parading around in all his naked
and muscled glory half the time, and just the thought about it tinged Izuku's
cheeks pink.
"Cute", he thought he heard Mirio's voice far softer than usual. He blinked
rapidly and attempted to hide behind his glass, but a large knee nudging him in
the thigh forced him to look up. Mirio was peering at him questioningly with
those big black eyes and everlasting smile. He could really die for both of
these, he thought and shook his head immediately, "So you know with the exams
slowly coming up. Perhaps we should up your training regimen", Mirio chirped as
though he didn't just make this remark. Maybe he really didn't.
"Li-i-ike what?", Izuku stammered out getting his nerves back under control.
Mirio gave him a weird smile, which quickly turned into a small pout as he
submerged himself into thoughts unknown. There wasn't much else they could do,
Izuku's workouts if one could call them that mostly dealt with well...
strength. So lifting a car, running to the city and back, outrunning a train,
these things stopped being challenging ages ago and out here in the country
there was no 'bigger game'. But sitting this way, close and warm, he didn't
have the heart to get up. Instead he scooted in even closer and decided to take
a nap on Mirio's bare shoulder.
***
The day of the exam was sunny, just the way Izuku liked it. The cold was
nipping at his freckled cheeks, giving them a healthy pink tint. They just
parted ways with Mirio, who hugged him profusely and bellowed his best wished
for all the world to hear, before running off to look for apartments in his
ever lasting optimism. For some unfathomable reason Mirio kept telling him that
he will ace the practical with a quirk that strong. True it was formidable and
yet Mirio always found a way around it when they sparred. Still Izuku couldn't
help but worry just a tiny bit. This was the best school in the whole of Japan,
so there were bound to be the strongest people here. He smacked his cheeks to
rattle the thoughts out of his head and headed straight for the huge building.
He had an exam to ace. His fingers skimmed over the blue and red fabric of his
jump suit as he rushed inside.
The examination hall was filled to the brim. And Izuku was too busy fidgeting
and being overwhelmingly nervous to catch much of what the proctor said. The
man had triangle glasses and a haircut which easily outmatched any TV pop star.
Which by the way he had to be judging by his tendency to nearly sing the
instructions. He was going on about some monsters worth one, two and three
points and punctuated it with a warning about the zero pointer. Long story
short, he had to go and smash the things to smithereens. With a nervous smile
he clutched at his pen, but before he could remember to control himself the ink
was already seeping through his fingers.
Then the exam started and despite doing his best the test sheet he handed in
was no less filthy than his hands. Handing it over to the heroine behind the
desk felt horrible, and the best he could do were chocked out apologies about
his pen malfunctioning. She nodded in quiet understanding and handed him a
number with a gate for the practical exam.
***
Izuku was lost for words about the exam. It was a bit ... underwhelming. He
could see many students struggling with machines he took out with one punch or
one swift kick. Growing up in a small town, fed tales of heroism really didn't
help much his perspective. And only now did he understand why Mirio was saying
his quirk is overpowered. To be honest it was so far more than that.
In turn students saw a red-blue blur nabbing their precious points right from
underneath them. One of them even sent an explosion after the guy but it didn't
hit.
It was going very smoothly and Izuku mentally tallied up his points of over one
hundred seventy two. With a satisfied grin, he concluded that even if they
deducted points for the mess he made on the written exam, he could still safely
pass. There were a few minutes left, and there had to be more robots to deal
with. At that moment the wall next to where he was standing burst open and a
giant two pointer rolled out and over the rubble. With a swift swing the robot
aimed to clamp down on the student. To the robot's misfortune the student chose
to ignore the swing. The exchange resulted in one broken mechanical leg, a
glitch in the programming ordering it to "GTFO" and one completely unscathed,
though a bit surprised teenager. Izuku was about to give chase, when the ground
shook violently and moments later his favorite star in the whole universe was
blocked out. With a slight scowl he looked up and his eyes widened in shock and
then in elation. Looming not far away was the biggest robot he had ever seen, a
thing so big that it towered even above the tallest buildings. A few seconds
later his bare feet slid to a stop on the main street the robot was slowly
demolishing. Big surprise, ever since discovering his ability to run hell of a
lot fast he went through a pair of sneakers weekly if he forgot to take them
off before speeding away. A shrill cry for help pierced his ears and squinting
he could see the giant robot rolling her way. Before he could realize what was
happening, he sped past the other escaping students.
"You. What's your name?", he asked matter of factually while standing over the
girl.
"Uraraka Ochako. Now pleeease get me out of here", she screamed when
particularly large boulder went flying just past them.
"No problem Uraraka. I am here to save you!", Izuku piped up slapping the
rubble pinning the girl's leg away like it was just some leaves, "Get her out
of here. I've got a bone to pick with the large guy!", he added placing a hand
on his hip like Mirio would and pointing a thumb behind himself.
"You are crazy!", the girl laughed hysterically, but scrambled to her feet and
sped away at impressive speed. Izuku's eyes watched her go for a while, before
he turned his attention back to the real deal.
For the first time in a while he felt truly excited to use his quirk. He
couldn't quite remember when was the last time he went all out. The cloud of
dust was slowly consuming him, as he wondered whether it would take one punch
or maybe it would actually take more. Just the thought sent a surge of
excitement through him.
***
"Where is that student who saved the girl?", Cementos asked, the picture of an
ever worried parent the man certainly was.
"I actually don't know, he vanished in the dust", Aizawa answered before anyone
else could start even looking. A chorus of surprised and frightened screeches
answered him, then over half the teachers lounged for the emergency shut down
button. But before they could reach it, in a blinding flash of speed something
red and blue shot out from the smoke rising straight towards the machine's
head. The blur collided with the robot and with a loud and joyful yawp tore
right through its head in what had to be an uppercut.
"Yaaaagi!", Aizawa warned the man. He told him to get his successor in through
the recommendation program. But the look of pure disbelief on the other's face
told him all he needed to know. Either that or that was Toshinori's bastard
son. He pulled up a file on his hand held device and focused his attention on
it.
Midoriya Izuku... Toshinori Izuku... Midoriya Yagi... Izuku Snow... Aizawa let
his thoughts wonder for a bit, but decided that some more facts were in order,
especially after he read 'quirkless'.
***
A couple of weeks later they were already moving into a small apartment near
the school. The lease was a real bargain and even with all of its drawbacks.
The tap was leaking, the lights would flicker during the storm, the beds were
hard as rocks, but they were finally in UA. And that outshined everything.
Izuku couldn't help but laugh when Mirio picked him up and twirled him around
happily singing some catchy TV tune, Peace Sign or some such. It felt a little
like a dream come true. His eyes wandered over two rooms, no bigger than broom
closets, a small living room and a bathroom, where Mirio barely fit in the
shower, but he didn't complain. It was a home, even if the water was mostly
either too hot or too cold and the TV only worked after a bout of punching
negotiations, always conducted by Mirio, since they did want to keep the TV in
one piece.
He looked down at his childhood friend and his blinding smile and flashed him
his own, despite the heat in his cheeks. If he was by Mirio everything would be
all right. There was nothing he ever believed more.
***** A sky cracked open *****
Chapter Summary
     Izuku made it into UA, and now living in the city he has time to
     spare before school starts.
     Initially he puts it to good use until an unforeseen event forces him
     into makeshift sleeping arrangements.
     Beware the shameless man!
Chapter Notes
     Thank you everyone for suche immense support!
     I am, frankly speaking, overwhelmed. I hope you enjoy the story to
     the the very end.
     Special thanks goes to The_Bad_Writer, who's fic brought this ship to
     my attention.
     Enough said. Enjoy!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
There are a few drawback to throwing a teenager, who lived nearly their whole
lives in the middle of nowhere into a modern town. For starters he tends not to
be very concerned with the law when it inhibits reason. Since villain attacks
are the daily bread and butter of city folk, so did it become an ordinary
occurrence for him. However instead of standing back like any sane person
would, he ended up waltzing right into the middle of brewing fights, hostage
situations, or any villain brave enough to hold up the register by robbing the
local grocery store. This has become not only a source of sleep deprivation,
but also major exasperation for a certain bloodshot-eyed hero, who just
happened to always show up first to the scene. Mirio was well aware of that,
because once he had been witness to such debacle. He did his best to scold
Izuku about it, but it seems that he failed miserably.
It was around the sixth or seventh, no maybe it was the eighth such case when
Izuku was brought back home wrapped in reinforced bandages like a silvery sushi
roll. Mirio would be tempted to laugh about his tiny friend's appearance and
the whole situation in general if it wasn't for Aizawa-sensei's deeply
frustrated scowl and rapidly twitching eyelid. It did make him look older,
meaner and downright scary. Well, there is a first time for everything, even
for being intimidated.
"Izubro what did you do this time?", he chimed after closing the door behind
Aizawa-sensei. The man looked him up and down and sighed with wordless
disapproval. That reminded Mirio he might have forgotten to largely get
dressed, very largely. He was making dinner so of course he was wearing an
apron... and not really much else. For the time being it might be best to keep
his covered side to Aizawa.
"I was going to get some rice and it turned out the nearest shop was getting
robbed by some man when I arrived, so I sort of...threw him?", Izuku stammered
out the last part. Mirio felt the corners of his lips quirk up and really hoped
the hero didn't see that. An exasperated sigh told him otherwise.
"What am I to do with you boys?", he asked in a tone of a parent who's children
just painted all over the walls of the living room, "The man is in a full body
cast. You are lucky he pointed these finger guns at you or he could sue",
Aizawa said to the Izuku-roll currently laying on the floor, which he gently
rolled with his foot. A couple of minutes of silence followed while the hero
seemed to gather his thoughts or possibly prepare the best possible insult he
could manage. "Listen up dimwits", he said finally, and a flurry of disgruntled
noises answered his jab, "yes I know how well you both did on the written
test", he interjected setting both boys in their own places. Amongst the staff
Mirio Toogata was known as 'the record low', was at least before a new champion
took that title from him by storm just the next year. Apparently small country
schools really did lag behind city powerhouses, even if sometimes the former
produced rough diamonds. "You are UA students who should not be... oh who am I
kidding you to idiots are just going to get into trouble again", Mirio twiddled
his thumbs and listened to the dinner slowly burning in the frying pan, paying
only half attention to Aizawa-sensei's perfectly valid statement. He was
shameless, but not shameless enough to moon a teacher. Well, he was shameless
enough for that, but not crazy enough to moon Aizawa, "I am going to talk to
Nedzu-sensei about this. Meanwhile until school starts this little shrimp is
under house arrest", Aizawa declared nudging the whining Izuku with his foot,
"and your supervision Toogata", he added making it abundantly clear no slipping
out was allowed, lest they both get in trouble.
A smell of something burning started wafting over to them and now Mirio knew
that dinner was once again ramen in a cup. What a shame he really looked
forward to making katsudon for Izuku. A few protests from the floor later
Aizawa untied Izuku and left. The door didn't even close properly behind him
when Mirio was already trying his best to salvage the burnt pork, the apron
left stuck on one of the counters as he phased through them. He scraped
furiously at the pan, trying to dislodge the cutlet. Damn it he really wanted
to make this surprise dinner work!
He didn't notice the sheepish look of a green haired boy peeking out from
behind the sofa.
***
Since Izuku was on house arrest he ended up being on breakfast duty too. Mirio
argued that both of them needed to know how to cook and breakfasts are the
perfect way to do it. He didn't mind, he was always a morning bird. Besides he
liked cooking, even if in the beginning he was complete and utter rubbish at
it. And to top it off he got to see Mirio sleep, when he came to wake him up
for breakfast. Over the couple of weeks that had passed since the faithful
incident he made it the high point of his day to prepare breakfast at the
highest of possible speeds and then simply sit cross legged on the floor
watching Mirio's toned chest rise and fall rhythmically. There was something
enticing
Mirio in turn was not a morning person. He needed a bucket of coffee to even
open his eyes properly, let alone function before ten AM. So that gave Izuku on
the last couple of days ample opportunity to admire his friend. Should one feel
this way about looking at his friend. He wasn't certain. Mirio on the other
hand seemed perfectly fine with seeing his childhood friend every time he woke
up. Izuku could have sworn his tall friend seemed all the happier for it.
That uncertainty was puzzling and kept him up on some nights. He wasn't gay, he
couldn't be, and even if he was Mirio wasn't. He remembered how every girl in
middle school fawned over the tall, handsome boy with an amazing quirk. Mirio
even had a couple of relationships. Sure they only lasted a couple of weeks,
but he was certainly straight. It filled Izuku with dread and the realization
always broke the happy moment of watching his friend sleep. Best not to think
about it too much anyway. So in the evenings he always tossed and turned,
trying to get Mirio's warm hugs out of his system before finally falling
asleep.
***
There were only a couple of days left when Izuku finally decided to confront
himself about his feelings. He sat down with their only laptop on the other
side of the table, behind which Mirio was consumed in reading some manga, and
dived into research. It took him a couple of nervous hours with every couple of
minutes looking up to see if Mirio was still there, but the blond hadn't moved
from his place, sprawled like beautiful half naked statue. Most websites were
grossly unhelpful, with questions like 'Do you have feelings for him?', yeah,
but who wouldn't for such a guy. Or 'Do you like physical contact with men?',
that one he wasn't certain but he did like Mirio's crushing hugs, even if they
stopped being all that painful a while ago already. An hour later he came to a
dreadful conclusion... Midoriya Izuku you are gay for Mirio Toogata. He thought
he felt a surge of heat behind his eyes, but blinked it away quickly. Looking
up at Mirio now sprawled on the couch and napping, wearing shorts and a tank
top left his brain with little choice but to confirm his conclusion.
He was still staring when Mirio blearily opened his black eyes. The blond
tilted his head a bit like a cat, before asking, "Izuku are you all right?"
Well he sure as hell wasn't all right, but worrying Mirio wasn't something he
wanted either, "Just a stomach ache", he lied with a placating smile.
Mirio gasped loudly and ran off to the kitchen yelling something about making
him mint tea, leaving Izuku to thank his lucky start that despite a golden
heart his friend wasn't all that perceptive. Now that just leaves the problem
of how to hide this for the next two-three years, right? Izuku gulped loudly,
he is so screwed.
***
It was the last day of his captivity and Izuku couldn't be more happy about it.
Being couped up in a house was annoying even if Mirio was there to soften the
blow and provide a much welcome half naked distraction as he unconsciously did.
Izuku grew used to the thought that he liked Mirio a bit more than a friend
ought to. He also grew used to convincing himself that nothing good would come
of it whenever he wanted to open up to Mirio about the sore subject. Anyways
for now there were more pressing concerns, like enjoying your last bit of
summer freedom.
They spent the day lazying about and preparing for school. However by evening
the nerves set in. Izuku wondered what his class is going to be like. What
quirks will they have and how he will fit in. He tossed and turned on his bed
wondering how everything is going to go. How is he going to deal with his
attraction to Mirio. What to write in his weekly letter home? There was a
kaleidoscope of questions spinning in his mind when a drop of water fell on his
nose, and then another and one more. His eyes flickered open to see a giant wet
stain on the ceiling which he was one million percent certain wasn't there when
he was going to bed. And that very same moment was chosen by the ceiling to
collapse under its own weight, sending a cloud of dust and rubble down on him.
***
Mirio was sleeping soundly when the sound of wood breaking followe by a long
and impressive string of curses woke him up. He rushed out of his room in full
naked glory, fists at the ready to brawl with whomever was messing with his
humble adobe and his little Izuku. But the living room was dark and empty. He
blinked a couple of times and decided to check Izuku's room. He was already
reaching for the door when it slid open with enough force to knock it off its
hinges. Mirio's eyebrows shot up when he saw Izuku in an All Might shirt,
covered in plaster and with a face so grim that anyone in their right mind
would go running for the hills.
"Mirio", the shorter boy addressed him looking him up and down, leaving Mirio
slightly self conscious.
"Izu?", he answered quirking his eyebrow and smiling down at him. It was dark,
but he could see the pissed of eyes staring at him.
"Put some pants on. Dibs on the sofa", the boy said throwing his pillow across
the room. And that's when it struck Mirio, there was his chance, just like in
the romantic comedies! it was perfect!
"Nonsense. You are sleeping with me!", he boomed, probably way too loudly for
the late night hours.
Izuku turned a horrified glare at him, "I...i... can't... ...."
"Can't what?", Mirio asked, but quickly got the conversation back on track. "Of
course you can! Come on!", he said hoisting his unruly friend over his shoulder
and dragging him off to his tiny bed. Izuku went limp like a sack of potatoes
making the job all that much easier. A few moments later they were trying to
make the most of the small bed, a task quite difficult with Izuku seemingly
trying his best to sleep on the floor and Mirio quite determined to hug the
shorter boy to his chest. There was his chance and... maybe he was reading it
all wrong? Nonsense! He chastised himself mentally for doubting. Why else would
Izuku be so open to his affectionate gestures if he didn't like him!
"Izuku", he begun, trying to keep his voice down.
"Mirio", the boy ground out and edged even further away. Which really wasn't
all that far.
"Can you stop making it awkward and just get over here? The bed ain't large
enough", Mirio asked, trying his best at subtlety. There you go Mr.Smooth!
Besides it's not like they could fit comfortably in any other way but cuddling
together, so his plan was absolutely fool proof.
"You are making it awkward", the boy protested and caught his balance before
tumbling to the floor.
"Am not. Get over here", he huffed pulling Izuku close and tucking him against
his broad chest. They stayed completely still for a while, as Mirio reveled in
Izuku's soft breath tickling him and the heat of Izuku's cheeks against his
pecs. The smaller firm body against his was warm and solid, it had a grounding
presence and the feathery lightness, he fell for a couple of days after they
moved in. He cuddled the teen closer, smothering him slightly, relishing in
every sensation.
"Idiot...you are n-n-naked", Izuku stammered out, but made not attempt to shove
Mirio away, and a stupid grin spread over the blond's lips. Neither saw how
embarrassed the other was.
***
Of course they woke up late. So both dressing and breakfast were rushed to the
point at which Izuku didn't have time to contemplate last night. Later he had
to literally kick Mirio out the door and down the street. The repetitive
activity of pushing the large oaf forward left his mind to wander and mouth to
mumble until they reached a simple conclusion: tonight he is sleeping on the
couch no matter what Mirio has to say about it. And in a week at most they are
going to get this fixed! After all repairs can't take that much time. Either
that or his back is going to give out from all the crooked springs on that
beastly old thing they call a sofa.
If, at that instant, Mirio had asked Izuku whether he liked last night, he
would have denied it vehemently, with a face the color of a ripe cherries.
Fortunately he was to tired to come up with that idea. They got to school just
in time, and after a quick hug Izuku ran off to search for his homeroom, while
Mirio trudged off sleepily towards his.
Izuku hurried into the classroom just as Aizawa-sensei slid out from behind the
desk. He was wearing his hero uniform, that is pitch black shirt and pants, and
his reinforced scarf sat in a loose nest around his neck. The blood shot eyes
gave Izuku a tired glare and without much though the boy zapped into the last
free seat so fast some of the syllabuses went flying. Aizawa-sensei gave him
another pleading look and moved on to today's lesson or what it was rather
supposed to be, a quirk assessment test.
***
Izuku was stretching gently, hiding behind a tall student with a long tail. He
was sort of tempted to touch the clump of fur on its end when his tired looking
teacher called him out of the crowd. Snaking his way through to the front he
noticed the brown haired pretty girl he rescued during the exam. She waved at
him and he waved back shyly but a stern snap from Aizawa-sensei brought him
quickly back to full attention. He ran to the front of the class and felt his
cheeks redden as all the eyes rested on him. Aizawa-sensei threw him a baseball
and pointed to a circle drawn in the sand.
Izuku quirked an eyebrow at the teacher, but Aizawa-sensei asked him to just do
it. Shrugging he stepped into the circle and tossed the ball up a couple of
times and looked at it sceptically. There was some sort of gizmo attached to
it, probably for measuring distance. Maybe it would be better not to go all out
on this one, what if he threw it and it hit someone. What if he threw it and
they couldn't find it later, and he was asked to pay for it. He started
mumbling to himself softly, looking for the optimal force to get a decent
result and at the same time not loose the ball.
"Just throw it Midoriya. Ain't got all day", Aizawa urged. Izuku sent him a
troubled look, but a blank stare confirmed his suspicion. The man expected
nothing short of full power. His mouth felt suddenly dry.
"Y-y-yes, Sir", he stuttered out and gripped the ball more tightly. The ball
would have squeaked in fright if it could, luckily inanimate objects can't. He
bent over backward and in one massive swing and a thundering boom sent the ball
off towards the sky. A small cloud of dust fell around his feet, as he watched
the point where the ball possibly disappeared into the stratosphere. Izuku
turned back to the class and smiled brightly, before stepping out of the
circle. Not holding his power back always felt so refreshing. He failed to
notice a couple of things though. A pair of black eyes staring out the school
window, with a gleaming smile accompanying them. A v-shaped haircut sticking
out from around the building's corner. Aizawa's bandages gently settling
themselves back into place. And possibly his classes astounded reactions,
ranging from loud cursing to gaping mouths and cheers. Aizawa-sensei looked
down at the device he held in his hand, before looking back at the boy
currently surrounded by his classmates.
"Distance about fifty miles, top speed over mach two", he muttered. What was
with this kid? He announced the score to the class and watched the boy whoop
with excitement, before settling down again.
For Izuku rest of the exercises passed by in a blaze, even with Aizawa's threat
of expelling the student who came in last. That last part was slightly
disconcerting. Why would Aizawa expel a student on their first day? Will he be
expelling more people? It really tempted Izuku to show off his quirk, but then
again in just the first competition he outclassed everyone. Ultimately he
decided against it, and settled for more 'human' results, keeping his power at
a stead ten percent. It gave him enough advantage to win first place. He was a
little worried though until Aizawa-sensei said he won't be expelling anyone. At
least not today.
***
It is always a nice thing to be appreciated. Izuku felt especially happy that
his first place resulted in a lot of attention, especially from some of his
more straightforward classmates. There was this guy in glasses, with funny
robotic movements, and he was quite fast too, Tenya. Then there was the spiky
haired blond, who had anger issues and an explosive quirk, Katsuki. Though
Izuku wasn't quite sure that cursing counted as praise. Oh, and there was also
this funny guy with shark teeth, and same proclivity for physical contact as
Mirio. By the time they made to leave Izuku was sure he was going to fit in
just right. At first his new friends did have some reservations about him using
first names, but soon enough they got over that, much to his relief. That left
one issue on the table, his feelings for his flatmate.
The class ended and Aizawa sent the students off. Izuku, Ochako and Tenya were
walking towards the gate, ready to part ways until tomorrow when the green
haired boy saw the gelled up hair of his favorite and only flatmate.
Immediately he perked up. Mirio was standing by the gate and sent him a smile
the moment their eyes met. Izuku quickly said his goodbyes and rushed off, so
that they could head home together. Ochako gave the two hugging boys a puzzled
look.
Chapter End Notes
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     could make. If you liked some angle of the story particularly, or
     would like some more development for it, don't hesitate to ask.
***** Lullaby *****
Chapter Summary
     There are two parts to life when in highschool: school and home, and
     the latter is getting more awkward by the minute.
     Izuku doesn't want the awkward to stop per say.
Chapter Notes
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     This fic is mostly written already, but there are always improvements
     that can be made.
     As always leave your comments on anything you wish me to flesh out in
     the story on work on regarding writing.
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The walk home made Izuku's heart skip on multiple occasions. First of all
Mirio's hand brushed against his at least ten too many times. He tried
remedying it by pulling away, but the taller boy seemed to gravitate right
back, while chatting away about how much cooler Izuku's day must have been. He
even went as far as to mention the pitch Izuku made, laughing about how he must
have knocked at least one satellite off its orbit. And then Izuku was fixed
with a look so warm and interested he thought the concrete was going to melt
underneath him. His hearing suddenly seemed to go offline as did his salivary
glands. So he did his best and nodded to anything Mirio said. To his misfortune
he caught on a little bit too late to what his tall flatmate was getting at.
"Great! So you are sleeping with me tonight again!", Mirio boomed drawing the
stares of numerous passers by. Most of them were interested, though a couple
were more than disapproving.
"What?!", Izuku gave a horror-struck yelp, having just snapped out of whatever
was holding him captive in Mirio's deep black eyes. He was pretty sure his
cheeks caught fire. He made a weak attempt at stammering out a riposte, but a
happy tone and a pair of coal eyes cut him off, sending his brain back into an
abyss.
"By the way I called the landlord. He will half our rent this month. At least
two weeks before he fixes the whole of it and we need to make room for
contractors", Mirio chirped away happily, as though he completely missed his
friend's reaction. For a brief minute Izuku wanted to believe that Mirio
actually wanted him in his bed and wasn't doing this just out of his virtuous
character. But that would be too good to be true, wouldn't it?
***
Izuku moved all the furniture in the blink of an eye. After all what are quirks
for. But he had another problem. Most of his clothes got buried in the soaking
mess of his room and stayed there half a night and whole day, so naturally less
than anything was retrievable, let alone wearable. Dejected and tired Izuku
slumped down on Mirio's bed still wearing the school uniform. He wondered how
on bloody earth he is going to survive tonight's ordeal without spontaneously
combusting from shame, when Mirio's warm embrace pulls him in close. Izuku
shooks his head chasing the thoughts away and inhaled the room's pleasant
smell. It was mainly the fresh aroma of their shower gel, Mirio's deodorant and
something else Izuku had trouble placing. Looking around he noticed the shirt
Mirio wore yesterday. On impulse he picked it up and brought it to his face and
over his nose. Izuku inhaled deeply listening to the soft whistling coming from
the kitchen. The smells invaded his nostrils playing with his imagination. They
reminded him of Mirio's strength the time they went hiking when they were very
little and Izuku twisted his ankle. Mirio carried him back home, the whole way,
despite his crying. They reminded him of a Christmas morning when he got his
first present from Mirio. A pair of too big red gloves. But most of all they
reminded him of the rain, of all the happy memories they had while watching the
downpour from their hollowed out tree or one of their homes, their actual homes
far away from here. He brought the shirt back gingerly, and realized the
whistling stopped. Izuku did a quick double take but no head poked through the
door and quickly threw the shirt where he found it, not wanting to get caught,
while rubbing his prickling eyes.
The next moment the doors opened and in walked Mirio with his giant smile
plastered to his face. "Why haven't you changed?", the tall teenager asked with
a puzzled expression.
Izuku wanted to give him a dead eye, he really did, after all every single item
of clothing he owned, save for a pair of All Might pajamas was soaked. But the
voice full of concern quickly removed that idea from his head. Instead he
smiled awkwardly and shrugged, earning a small thoughtful pout from his
flatmate.
Mirio seemed to ponder the wordless answer for a moment before smacking his
forehead, "Of course! Here you can have some of my clothes!", he yelled
stomping towards his dresser and pulling out a blue tshirt and and matching
sweats, which he quickly flung Izuku's way, "I might give you underwear too
actually", he said uncharacteristically quietly and threw a pair of red...
shorts over his arm. Izuku caught a hold of them and couldn't keep the blush
off his face, "They might be a bit big", Mirio mumbled and nearly bolted out of
the room, phasing through his tshirt. It had been a while since Mirio was so
stressed as to phase through his clothing. The thing was Izuku was too
flustered to notice. So he did his best to plaster a smile on his face and
darted towards the bathroom not daring to look at his friend and his abundantly
red ears.
He shut the doors behind himself and looked at the clothes in his shaking
hands. Part of him was grateful for Mirio's kindness, and part was mortified.
Slowly he peeled off his uniform and looked himself over in the mirror. Darn
it, he will never be as tall or built as Mirio, even if he has some muscle
already. Izuku sighed miserably wondering over what could be heavy enough to
lift to actually give him a decent strength workout. He pulled on the tshirt
first, it hung on him like on a scarecrow and no matter how much fixing he
tried it still shifted nearly revealing his shoulder and reaching mid thigh.
Then he shimmied out of his underwear and tried on Mirio's. His face turned
bright red, noticing that they really could as well go for shorts. The pants he
had to roll up at least five times before he could walk without the risk of
tripping.
All dressed up and ready to go, he couldn't stop himself from a moment of
'admiring' his reflection. Conclusion, he looked downright comical. It wasn't
the first time wearing Mirio's clothes but somehow this felt different, like he
was more exposed than normally. Izuku folded his uniform and stepped out of the
bathroom, to be welcomed by a delicious smell wafting from the kitchen.
***
Mirio stood by the counter trying to get his heart and shaking hands under
control. He almost had it, but suddenly his childhood friend came into view and
all his attempts went straight to hell. He had already seen Izuku wearing his
clothes, multiple times in fact over the span of over a decade of their
friendship. But there was something different about it this time. Mirio gulped
heavily as his eyes slid over his friend's messy hair, freckled face and huge
emerald eyes. He saw the lighter skin revealed by the tshirt which hung
awkwardly on Izuku's frame and how it nearly reached his knees. Mirio swallowed
again, his mouth felt impossibly dry and somehow he forced himself to get his
act together. He noticed how many times he had to roll up his sweats and
stifled a laugh. But the whole thing... it did something funny to his heart,
which made a tiny flip. The bowls clanked hard when he set them with just too
much force, nearly sliding from his shaking hands.
Soon enough they found themselves sitting at an awkwardly silent dinner table.
Izuku was glaring holes into his soup and a couple of times Mirio could have
sworn he saw it boil again in the bowl. When finally the shorter boy looked up
at him with a timid and apologetic smile he couldn't help but blush and look
away. Oh he was too far gone!
***
Mirio was acting strange. He wasn't talking much, no he wasn't talking at all.
And his face was all red. Maybe he was feeling a little sick. Izuku scanned his
friend's face and couldn't help but worry a bit.
"Mirio are you all right? You are kind of flushed", he asked and shoveled some
more noodles into his mouth while watching his flatmate's reaction. Izuku
couldn't quite recall when was the last time he was sick, but Mirio did happen
to catch an occasional cold. And he always kept quiet about it until he was
literally barely standing. On a couple of occasions Izuku had to force Mirio
into staying in bed. He really hoped this wasn't the case this time.
"No, no. I am perfectly healthy!", Mirio boomed with enough force to rival a
jet engine. Izuku blinked a couple of times again. Mirio was acting odd. He ate
another mouthful of noodles, while trying to digest his friend's strangeness.
It all started after he put on Mirio's clothes. But he had worn Mirio's clothes
hundreds of times. What was different about this one? Ok, maybe he should
rephrase it, what was different about it for Mirio?
For the remainder of the evening he caught the blond stealing glances at him,
but not saying a word, and every time they locked eyes Mirio would blush and
turn away. Izuku was seriously worried and by mid evening he actually
terrorized his friend into taking his temperature. To his dismay Mirio was
healthy as a horse.
Ultimately after a couple of silent hours spent on reading he decided to turn
in early. For the first time since they moved in together he felt really
worried. Mirio was never quiet, and by never he meant that literally. The big
oaf would even comment on the manga he was reading, and today it was nothing,
absolute and complete quiet. He undressed leaving only the red shorts Mirio
called 'boxers' and slipped under the covers. He scooted close to the wall,
faced it and began gently drawing on it with his finger. He doodled aimless
things, catching himself writing Mirio's name occasionally or drawing hearts.
"I am hopeless", Izuku muttered bitterly and closed his eyes. Moments later he
was in the comfortable black void.
***
The matress dipped shaking him just the slightest bit out of a happy dream
about flying through the skies. He wished he didn't wake until a pair of thick
arms wrapped tightly around his middle and a warm chest pressed against his
back. Izuku laid still, waiting for Mirio's breath to even out, but instead
Mirio was muttering something into the jungle of his unruly hair. He thought it
was just a good night, but soon the few seconds stretched into minutes, as
though Mirio was singing him his own little lullaby, while nuzzling into his
hair. Izuku could feel his heart fluttering, as he slowly slid back into a
dream filled with rushing air.
Chapter End Notes
     Thanks for the read! More is coming!
***** Frustration *****
Chapter Summary
     Izuku has a hard time dealing with certain blond, tall, muscled
     issues.
Chapter Notes
     As some of you may have noticed I bumped the rating up to E.
     Do not fret, I do not plan on making this smutty as all hell.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The next morning Izuku literally jumped out of bed. Now for such a quick exit
there was a very good explanation. Izuku really wanted to get to know his
classmates some more, at least that's what he told Mirio. The green haired boy
realized it sounded much better in his head only after he vaulted over his over
sized bedmate and voiced the lame as hell excuse. Mirio made a disappointed
face, but seemed to understand when his shorter flatmate explained his reason,
because heavens forbid, Izuku wouldn't dare reveal the real cause of his
morning agitation. He made breakfast, gobbled down half of it, and cleaned the
kitchen in under two minutes, and he still couldn't push the feeling of being
hot all over out of his system. Why did he want to kiss that pout off that
handsome face earlier? WHY?! Sleeping in Mirio's bed was going to be the end of
him, as far as his circulatory system was concerned.
Izuku shook the thoughts away darting out the door at a more reasonable speed.
Standing outside he breathed in the crisp morning air, letting his mind wander,
while the the sun licked his cheeks. He relished in the sensation ready to
kickstart his day, before bending his legs and launching high into the air. He
wanted to try 'this shortcut' from day one, but it wasn't like Mirio would keep
up. The rush of air reminded him of his dream, which in turn reminded him of
the night, and that... Well, that led places, he would rather not tread at this
point in the day, or preferably any point in the day or eternity. His feet made
contact with the roof of one of the buildings by the school. Just one more hop
and he would be in front of the gate. From his vantage point he basked in the
morning sun for a few short moments, before he looked down and saw a familiar
head of brown hair. A smile spread on his face, as he recognized Ochako's
bouncy step. Without thinking much Izuku stepped off the ledge and plummeted
down.
***
As far as getting to school went Ochako Uraraka had mastered the art long ago.
To get to UA by eight, she needed to get up at five, brush her teeth, get
dressed and have breakfast. As five thirty she would board the small shuttle
bus, where she would have a nap lasting exactly sixteen minutes and twenty four
seconds. After that, she would rush towards the train station catching her
first train barely two minutes later. Than she would nap standing up for
another hour. On better days, when the train was more crowded she could
actually fall into a full fledged sleep, the sheer pressure of people packed in
the car like sardines keeping her standing. At six, she would arrive at her
first stop, construction site managed by her father, and after a brief exchange
of pleasantries leave him a bento and run along to get to her mother's
workplace before seven. If she timed it right, she could catch the crowded
train again and have another blissful forty minute nap, before having to walk
another fifteen minutes to UA. The last fifteen minutes were always a blessing,
her little nugget of peace. She could rejoice deep in her heart at the
fascinating city decor of beat up buildings and stinking side alleys, while
lugging a backpack full of books up the mountain.
Like all days Ochako was deeply engrossed in her meditations while walking.
This time she was wondering over one Midoriya Izuku and one Toogata Mirio and
the mysterious relationship connecting the two. Of course the moment she saw
the very touching and extremely friendly greeting, the green haired boy became
prime gossip among class girls, and some boys. After all it's rare to see such
openness even among friends. Being a clever, and highly business oriented young
woman Ochako thought herself to be, she quickly set up a betting pool on what
exactly this was, and where exactly it was going...
A gleeful laugh interrupted her pondering. Ochako blinked, looking around in
search of the possible source, but a loud thump and a small cloud of dust
brought her attention fully to the green haired boy on her mind, who was now
standing in front of her patting his jacket and smiling brightly.
"That was close! Are you all right?", the boy beamed at her with the power of a
super nova, and Ochako swore her heart flipped.
'Hang on! Flipped?! Wait a minute and back up here, you darn circulatory
gizmo!', Uraraka's thought screeched, before the stupid muscle could get any
more ideas of its own. She shook her head in disbelief, looking the boy in
front of her over, and still not quite completely understanding where he came
from.
"No, no, everything is all right", she smiled back, before continuing to walk.
The boy quickly matched her in step and hummed softly, filling the silence
between them. A silence, which annoyed her greatly, and there was a perfect
topic to replace the catchy rhythm with, "So tell me Izuku, who was this tall
friend of yours yesterday?", she asked slyly. She watched the boy blush
slightly, knowing that she just hit gold.
"That was Mirio Toogata. He is my childhood friend, and we... live together",
the boy answered scratching the back of his head sheepishly, and giving her an
apologetic smile. Ochako didn't fail to notice the pause, the blush and the
body language which screamed 'I love that guy'. Oh well, at least Izuku had
good taste when it came to men.
"He seemed rather nice", she prodded, and watched the boy next to her smile
endearingly as they rounded the corner.
"Mirio is super nice, he cooks for us, and he makes me tea when it's raining.
He has a nice smile, and -", the boy cut off abruptly, and turned his horrified
and pleading eyes at her. Ochako was aware she was staring, but come on, this
was plainly adorable, "Don't tell him", the boy peeped before they were
assaulted by a storm of light and yelled questions.
***
Izuku staggered into the class half blinded, half dazed. Had it not been for
Ochako and Tenya the reporters would have probably ripped him to shreds, for an
ounce of juicy gossip. The former of his saviors was tugging him by the sleeve,
as he rubbed at his eyes, trying to rid them of the green and blue shades. Of
course their earlier conversation hadn't helped him one bit. With a hollow thud
Izuku rested his head against the cool, flat desk the minute he sat down and
tried focusing. He could hear Ochako, pestering Mina and Kirishima for the
money they bet, though he didn't have any idea what on. Oh well he could find
out later.
"Fellow student, are you feeling all right?", a loud voice barked above him.
Well he isn't feeling all right, but it's not likely this will get better in
the near future. Izuku sat up straight, and looked at Tenya looming over him.
His tie was perfect, his shirt pressed and everything about his screamed of
perfectionism. It was a wonder he hadn't noticed it earlier. He looked down at
his own slightly rumpled shirt and poor excuse for a knot. He will need to ask
Mirio to help him with that later, if he manages to bear the proximity again.
"Perfectly", he beamed a smile appeasing the engine powered probable class
president. As far as he was concerned there was no doubt Tenya was a perfect
fit for the post.
Ochako bounded over to them, with a wad of cash in her hand and a smile which
anyone who didn't know her more intimately would buy. That included the two
boys.
"Thank you for the lunch money Izukun", she chimed and Izuku frowned. He didn't
give her any lunch money.
"Uraraka it is not proper to place bets on your classmate's love life", Tenya
scolded chopping the air and Izuku's cheeks caught fire. Instinctively his
hands tightened around the desktop which gave a weary creak.
"Nonsense. It's all good sport", the girl shot back, completely unconcerned
with the taller boy's code of conduct. Izuku was too busy replaying two words
on repeat to hear the remainder of his friends' bickering. 'Love life'...
***
For the rest of the day Izuku was out of focus. It was only his quick reflexes
and overwhelming love of books which saved him from a sure detention, courtesy
of Cementos and Present Mic. Supposedly he was to focus on class, so far he
only managed to focus on mulling over his lack of luck with his object of
affection.
Lunch brought him no relief. He wanted to join Mirio, but seeing him slumped
over his meal and surrounded by his classmates knocked the thought right out of
his head. He ended up eating at a table with Ochako and Tenya, not noticing
Mirio's looks full of longing.
***
The hero class was something he would normally be looking forward to. Hell, it
was something he was waiting for his entire life, and now he was too busy
aggressively pining to enjoy it. All Might's appearance only served as a
reminder of the fact that this school was his goal since he learned of its
existence. He felt stupid. He felt even more stupid, when he had to explain
that he didn't turn in his costume guidelines, since he couldn't figure out
anything that would fit. What sort of a ridiculous excuse is that? Surprisingly
of all people Tenya understood, and Sharky, Eijirou, quickly joined him in
agreeing. So he simply put on his gym clothes, as not to go buck ass naked.
That in turn earned him a loud compliment from the latter, on how blue really
looked nice on him.
They were quickly divided into teams. He was supposed to face of against Tenya
and Katsuki, with Ochako as his teammate. The objective of the exercise:
retrieve a bomb placed on one of the five floors.
"Ochako, what is the point of this exercise?", he whispered, watching on screen
as one of the first teams battled it out. He kept his eyes glued to the action,
so he couldn't notice the bewildered look the brunette sent him.
"Get the bomb, improve teamwork, for the teachers to see how well we
strategize?", the girl wondered quietly. Izuku blinked, there were five floors,
he could search the whole building in under twenty seconds if he decided not to
go super sonic. He really shouldn't go super sonic, since he could damage
somebody's eardrums.
"All right", he whispered, and leaned back to admire Todoroki's ice engulfing
the building.
When their turn came Izuku didn't take his chances. In a blaze of speed he
raced down the corridors, past Katsuki, who sometimes looked downright
ridiculous, with his face permanently contorted by anger, and past Tenya, who
was amidst laughing like a demon from hell, at least that's what Izuku assumed
from the grimace and open mouth.
"So much for the exercise", Izuku muttered placing his hand on the bomb. He
looked down at his feet, and at the tattered red sneakers. Mom is going to kill
him.
***
Leaving for home Izuku was so absorbed in his own little world that actually
bumping into Mirio was the only thing able to shake him out of it. The tall
teen smiled down at him and Izuku turned into a blushing mess, which was a
prelude to Ochako and Mina giggling knowingly, somewhere behind his back.
"Hey Izu!", Mirio bellowed clapping him on the shoulder, "You all right?!", he
added.
Izuku was tempted to say that he isn't because of a certain crush but resisted,
"Yeah, yeah, just had an exciting day", he smiled up at his flatmate and hoped
Mirio wouldn't read too much into it.
"That's good to hear little man!", Mirio laughed and quickly switched into a
half hug to pull him down the street towards their apartment. Izuku was certain
the giggles escalated, but he was in no position to turn, and didn't exactly
want to squirm his way out of the awkward closeness.
For a moment they walked in silence, near silence. Mirio was humming some tune
from a commercial softly, while Izuku desperately searched for a topic of
conversation. Oh yeah, they could talk about how his first hero training went.
Suddenly Mirio stopped humming, "So how did you like your hero suit? I bet you
came up with something great!", he bellowed the compliment, as though he meant
for the whole street to hear it. Izuku chuckled softly and looked up at the
boy, who's arm was slung around his shoulders. He could get used to this.
Unconsciously he leaned into the taller boy's side.
"I don't actually have one", he answered honestly and looked down at his red
sneakers, slightly abashed.
"Why?", Mirio queried with a concerned tone. Izuku couldn't see his face, but
was certain that it was the picture of a worried friend with a sprinkle of
cartoonish exaggeration.
"I couldn't come up with anything really. Nothing seemed to fit", he answered
and clutched the straps of his backpack more tightly. It really was a sorry
excuse for turning down getting your first hero costume.
"Don't worry buddy. I know you look great in blue and red, so gym gear probably
looks awesome on you", Mirio encouraged with a gleeful smile, sending Izuku's
heart racing. Mirio shifted his grip and pressed the two of them even closer
together, and Izuku was surprised how soothing it felt.
A few minutes later they arrived at their apartment. Mirio slipped out of his
uniform and changed flashing Izuku in the process. The man was a paragon of
shamelessness and there was no way of changing that. This caused his eyes to
start burning again, but he ignored the sensation in favor of a few glimpses of
Mirio's fine thighs and wide back. Of course the blond caught him staring but
made nothing of it. Instead threw a new set of clothes at his head and sent him
off to get a shower.
The moment the bathroom door closed behind him Izuku grew conscious of a
tingling int the pit of his stomach. And soon after felt his growing excitement
strain against Mirio's baggy boxers. Tentatively he stripped out of his clothes
staying only in the shorts, he couldn't exactly think of them as his. He could
hear Mirio's whistling in the kitchen and wondered whether he would hear him
if... well it had been a while since he had some time all to himself. Slowly he
reached down into the cotton boxers. His fingers slid over the line of hair
descending from his navel until he could feel the hard length beneath his
fingertips. A picture of Mirio flashed beneath his eyelids. And the memory of
Mirio's warm body pressed flush against him urged him forward to grip the hard
member. His hand slid back and forth, pumping hard as a strangled grunt of
Mirio's name escaped his throat. He pushed the material down, not wanting to
make too much noise. Having Mirio see him like that would be...terrifying,
exciting...
"Izu! Are you all right?", Mirio called from the kitchen and Izuku froze mid,
well, a pretty nice fantasy.
"Yeah, yeah!", he called back and shoved the boxers down completely to step
into the shower. He was still achingly hard, when he turned the knob, and
hissed loudly as the icy water hit his heated skin. "This is stupid", he
whispered into the cold streams, feeling and ugly mixture of relief and guilt
brew, as his excitement calmed. Mirio was his friend, what the hell was he
doing?! He scrubbed his hair quickly doing his best to think of nothing. He
really has to get this in check, before he does something really dumb.
***
After dinner he helped Mirio with his workout. Apparently the older boy thought
that looking like a darned Herkules was not enough. He spotted Mirio as the
teen did pushups with his feet against the wall, and then later doing crunches.
The thing was, as much as he enjoyed some movement, Mirio's warm large hands
wrapped around his ankles and their faces being close every time he did a sit
up were absolutely horrifying. Izuku thought his heart is going to give out a
couple of times, when their noses nearly touched and Mirio gave him a weird
smile, like he absolutely meant for that to happen. But it was also quite
exciting to be truthful. His eyes burned again at that, even more intensely
than before. Maybe he should go see Recovery Girl about it.
After the workout Mirio took a short shower. This and another quick shower
after Mirio was done gave Izuku some time to plan his next moves. He would
state his demands and he would make his flatmate see him as an independent
adult capable of making his own decisions.
However stepping into the dimly lit bedroom, wearing pink boxers in small white
hearts, he felt like the exact opposite of an independent adult. But that
didn't mean he wouldn't behave like one. Izuku took a deep breath and rested
his hands on his hips. He wouldn't back down on this one!
"Mirio. I think I should sleep on the couch tonight", Izuku stated. It came out
more as a squeak than a thundering demand to be treated like an adult, but he
felt proud none the less.
Mirio inclined his head like a cat and gave him a puzzled look, "You don't like
sleeping with me?", he asked sadly and Izuku's heart dropped.
"I-i-i", he started stammering out. He really wanted to say he didn't but
Mirio's rapidly falling expression and having to lie to his best friend were
two things he couldn't take at the same time, "I do like that, but -", he
answered, trying his best to find a relatively good argument.
"Good!", Mirio beamed, "then get in", he said and lifted up the covers inviting
the smaller boy in. Izuku's plan went flying out the window at that moment. He
nodded, smiled apologetically and climbed into bed only to be wrapped in
Mirio's thick arms. He wriggled comfortably until Mirio slung a leg over him,
effectively keeping him in place. Hang on, how did that happen?! He was
supposed to be sleeping on the couch tonight!
"Nighty night Izuku", Mirio mumbled sleepily, while Izuku reached to turn of
the lamp on the nightstand, huffing in resignation. So much for being the self-
sufficient adult.
"Night Mirio", he whispered and settled back against his friend. He reached
down to scratch his thigh, but his fingers brushed against naked skin,
"Mirio!", he hissed, but there was no answer, "Mirio!", he hissed with more
force and jostled his friend a bit.
"Yes Izu?", Mirio answered sleepily. At this point the shorter boy could as
well be negotiating with a wooden log.
"You are naked again!", Izuku whisper yelled, not daring to move a muscle.
"Sorry. Thought we are past that", Mirio muttered and pulled him in even
closer.
Izuku froze. He didn't know what to do. His eyes felt like they were on fire
and even scrunching them shut didn't really help much. He breathed slowly
listening to Mirio's breath even out and then felt the boy's nose nuzzle into
his still damp hair. Only when he was certain that Mirio was soundly asleep did
he turn around to splay his hands across Mirio's pecs. He caressed them with a
feather light touch and ghosted over the rock hard abs wondering whether he
will ever have a body like that. He knew he was nicely built, even if on the
leaner side, but he could never compare to Mirio. He felt the small clump of
chest hair between the pecs and later the soft trail of blond hairs starting at
Mirio's navel. He wanted to go further, he wanted to go down that little
tempting path, but his good sense kicked in before he could do anything any
more stupid.
Scrunching his eyes shut Izuku took a deep breath. He must stop this, whatever
this is, just maybe not tonight. Soon enough Izuku fell asleep to the fresh
smell of soap and rain, the pleasant weight of Mirio's large arms keeping him
in place, and a warm feeling deep in his chest.
Chapter End Notes
     This is my first time writing something in any way smutty. So if you
     have thoughts about well anything, don't hesitate to leave a comment.
     I thought that giving an Ochako POV on the situation could be a
     refreshing touch to the story at this point.
     Show of hands who knows what's up with the eyes? :D
***** Fight *****
Chapter Summary
     Mornings tend to be difficult, sometimes they can become downright
     impossible.
     Then there are the rare days, which turn bad mornings into something
     to be cherished.
     Midoriya Izuku wakes up to a terrible morning which degenerates into
     a horrible day, which becomes known as the USJ incident.
Chapter Notes
     Many thanks to everyone for all the positive comments. This might
     have become my chief fic for the next couple of weeks :)
     As always, leave your thoughts and any sidearcs you'd like to see
     more of. Who knows maybe after finishing this fic, there will be one
     for other characters.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Mirio woke up to a dull pain of nails scraping across his bare back and the
shuffling of legs. He blinked lazily, and winced slightly when Izuku's
appendages left eight angry red marks in their wake. What the hell was
happening?! Sleep fled Mirio's organism the moment he realized his small
flatmate was mumbling something and panting. He looked down full of alarm, and
realized that Izuku's face burrowed in his chest was all red. Mirio was about
to shake the shorter boy awake, when he understood this wasn't a nightmare.
Well it was for him. Izuku slowly dragged his hips along his own, and for the
first time ever Mirio regretted sleeping naked.
"Mirio...", the boy groaned, and accented it by bucking again. Mirio froze,
trying to get the hot sensation pooling in his gut under control. He really
did, but his body had a mind of its own, and he ground back, forgetting the
numb pain of his back in favor of satisfying his want a tiny bit. Izuku
responded eagerly, despite being out cold. For a few moments his body overrode
his brain, before he finally wrestled it back under control. He is going to be
the sweet, caring, romantic boyfriend Izuku deserves, not some--
"Mirio!", Izuku moaned far more loudly than before. Mirio's thoughts left his
head, when Izuku's length spasmed against him, and then the fabric of the heart
adorned boxers turned wet and warm. Oh God! Izuku is going to freak!
***
Izuku's eyes flew open and immediately he wished he was dead. He was staring at
a tuft of blond hair in the center of Mirio's chest, his body sweaty, and
pleasantly relaxed. Slowly he looked up hoping that his friend was sleeping
like a rock and trying not to wince at the sticky feeling in the borrowed
boxers. Izuku felt his eyelid twitch when his green eyes met Mirio's black
ones. In short he was fucked. He swallowed thickly waiting for the oncoming
onslaught, a horrified comment or even a request to get the fuck out of bed and
not come back. But none came instead Mirio looked concerned and mildly
surprised.
"You all right little guy?", he asked giving him that strange look he was using
as of lately, "Did you -", Mirio started, but Izuku wouldn't give in to
questioning, not now and possibly not in this lifetime. Instead he bolted out
of bed and grabbing his uniform ran off towards the bathroom at his highest
human speed. Only when the door was securely shut behind him was he sure that
he had at least a couple of moments to assess the damages. The horrid
realization that he just had a wet dream, about Mirio while snuggling with
Mirio in Mirio's bed hit him like a train. Izuku tugged at his hair while
trying to figure out how to go about this without much suspicion. He shut his
eyes tightly and shook his head. He just fucked up so bad! Mirio is going to
hate him for this!
Just than a knock on the door told him time to think was up, and time for
running damage control has just begun.
"You all right little guy?", Mirio asked again, the concern in his voice more
than apparent. First things first, appease the big oaf, he will be less likely
to ask questions then.
"Yeah, yeah. Perfect, just really needed to...", Izuku stammered out looking
for any plausible excuse.
"Hey Izuku. You know these things happen, right?", Mirio asked through the door
with the air of complete understanding, "There is nothing to be ashamed of. Hey
it happens to me from time to time too", Mirio said in a soothing tone, and
waited a moment before continuing, "Was it a good one?", he asked curiously and
Izuku chuckled. Only Mirio would ask such a question in a situation this
embarrassing.
"Yeah", he laughed through the door, extracting himself from the dirty
underwear. Maybe they will be all right after all.
"That's my man!", Mirio laughed with him, "I'll bring you something clean.
Unless you want to go commando today", he said and Izuku could picture the
waggling of eyebrows in the most cartoonish way only Mirio could pull off. He
couldn't however imagine himself going commando, no matter how 'liberating'
Mirio claimed it is.
"Yeah, boxers would be perfect", he answered and listened to Mirio's large feet
pattering away. He could still recall some of the details of the dream, while
he cleaned up. To be honest it felt very nice, but left with one certain
conclusion. He is gay as hell for Mirio, and even his subconscious knows it.
***
Over breakfast Mirio didn't really let the topic rest, but Izuku finally
convinced him that it'd best to discuss this after school. Really, he was just
putting off the inevitable moment of actually performing the emotional seppuku
and dumping his heart on Mirio's rough hands. He felt even worse when the blond
turned his back to wash the dishes and he got a first row view of eight red
marks, courtesy of his untrimmed fingernails. How exactly does he explain this.
The water hit the metal surface, reminding Izuku of all the late night talks
about love they had. Not their love mind you, just general love, falling in
love, finding that right person for you. Mirio always told him, that his time
will come. Well, it did, but why did he have to fall for the alfa-male-
straight-as-an-arrow Mirio? He looked down at his mug of tea, recalling the
wonderful, if imaginary, grip of Mirio's hands on his body.
***
Mirio looked over his shoulder at his green haired flatmate still moping over
his morning tea. Why was he so sad? Hasn't Mirio told him a number of times
that he doesn't mind what happened. Also why on earth isn't Izuku getting all
the hints he is dropping? Maybe he should be more straightforward about his own
feelings? Maybe he is being too subtle with all the near kisses and warm hugs?
Or perhaps Izuku is simply sort of dense and impervious to romanticism. Mirio
tried choosing either of the two possibilities, as he scrubbed at the frying
pan. Judging by the very recent, very wet dream, he isn't going to get
rejected, and certainly Izuku isn't as straight as he seemed. Still, maybe one
more day of dancing around the issue won't hurt. What can go wrong in a day?
He wiped down the sink, and crept up behind Izuku, who was muttering something
about coming clean and untimely death. Had Mirio not been the honorable man he
was, he would have listened in, but assuaging Izuku's worries was way higher on
his list of priorities. He put his large hands to good use, and slowly started
massaging Izuku's shoulders. They were surprisingly stiff in the beginning, and
the teen himself seemed startled. But the muscles quickly became soft and
pliable, like the boy himself. It was one of the things he really adored about
his small flatmate. Things could be far from perfect, but after initial
resistance Izuku took most things in stride. He observed the Ferrari red tips
of Izuku's ears, and smiled to himself. Maybe not only he had been smitten.
Dinner is sure as hell going to be interesting.
***
It came without a surprise that Izuku's mind couldn't stay in the classes as
the lessons progressed. Mirio was acting like a living paradox. Izuku was
certain the boy was straight, but then he is given a back rub, after having a
wet dream. Could it be that Mirio actually liked him, a bit more than just a
friend?
"Focus!", he heard a growl coming from the board, before a piece of chalk hit
him square between the eyes.
Aizawa was growing progressively frustrated with Izuku's lack of attention for
the past fifteen minutes.
"Yes Sir!", Izuku belted out, and dove straight back into daydreaming.
Five minutes later he was sent to the nurse's office, because Aizawa-sensei
lost his patience, and looked as close to foaming from the mouth as complete
exhaustion allowed him to be.
***
Izuku knocked softly on Recovery Girl's doors, he was a bit late having gotten
lost twice. He really hoped she wasn't in, giving him the excuse to turn right
back oh his heel and keep on daydreaming at his desk in class. But before he
could a soft 'come in' came from within. Left without a choice Izuku slid into
the brightly lit room, where a pint sized wrinkled lady was sitting on an
office chair. He did remember her tending to some of the wounded students after
the exam. Good thing he couldn't get hurt.
"Hello Recovery Girl. Aizawa-sensei sent me here because I couldn't focus in
class", Izuku smiled brightly at her.
"Hello Midoriya-kun. I have heard. Would you mind taking a seat on one of the
beds and taking off your shirt?", she asked and went back to typing something
up. A couple of minutes later she put the stethoscope to his chest. She
instructed him to breath deeply and focus just on that. The last part was a bit
of an issue. She looked into his throat and pupils and finally declared him
physically healthy.
"So what's bothering you Midoriya-kun?", she asked looking him in the eyes with
a cunning smirk.
"Umm", he wondered about lying or telling her about the whole issue.
"Well. I ruled out all the physical issues. So don't umm me boy and get to it",
she encouraged in a strange mix of a caring mother and drill sergeant tone.
"I sort of have an issue with my flatmate", Izuku finally whispered lowering
his gaze and fidgeting with his fingers. Maybe asking someone older for advice
would help, after all the heroine had to have a crush at some point.
"Mirio Toogata?", the nurse asked. Something told Izuku, she was more than well
aware of who his flatmate was.
"Yeah, with Mirio", Izuku answered, cracking the joints in his fingers one by
one.
It didn't escape Recovery Girl's attention that the boys were on first name
bases, "So what's the problem. He seems like a really nice fellow"
"He is!", Izuku quickly assured and flushed at the nurse's surprised look, "He
is really nice, and helpful and I think I... like him", he mumbled that last
part.
"So what's the problem?", Recovery Girl asked incredulously. What's the
problem?! Mirio is straight as an arrow is the problem!
"Umm... I think he is straight", Izuku supplied honestly. If he already told
her that much he might as well get on with it.
"You think or you know?", Recovery Girl asked flatly.
"I think", he mumbled.
Recovery Girl sighed deeply and told him to put his shirt on. Then she
scribbled a note she added to his medical file and another one she put in
Mirio's. "As for treatment for your condition", she said making a round gesture
with her pen, "One dose of man up and talk to the blond love interest of yours.
Also your eyes seem kind of dry so I'd advise eye drops", she added chucking a
bottle his way. Izuku nodded with determination and fled the small room as
quickly as he could.
***
Mirio shuffled his feet nervously standing in front of the nurse's office. It
would have been A-Ok if not for the yellow excuse slip in his fingers.
Swallowing loudly, he knocked and prayed to anyone willing to listen, that
Recovery not be in.
"Come in", came a soft and gentle reply.
Mirio slid into the room and bowed low before handing the slip. He kept his
eyes fixed on the floor, but he could hear the impressive eye roll which the
heroine gave him, after skimming over Cementos's fine print, detailing, how
Mirio seemed unnaturally cheerful, read Mirio seemed high.
"Lock the door and sit down", she ordered. Mirio did as he was told, freeing
himself of his shirt in the process.
"Did I tell you to undress lad?", the ancient lady asked, as he plopped down on
one of the free beds.
"Umm... No?", he queried, already sliding the shirt back on.
"I didn't because it is sex-ed time laddie", she hummed nonchalantly, and
Mirio's heart stopped.
***
Lunch time came with both boys more than slightly shaken. One from the
onslaught of information, the other with the horrid realization he is coming
clean tonight and there is no way he can bribe, lie, cheat, squirm or otherwise
avoid it. Izuku was muttering incoherently, while Mirio wished to hide beneath
the mashed potatoes. It would suffice to say that for two adepts in the art of
heroism when it came to putting certain things out in the open they were worse
then adequate.
Izuku was sitting stuck between Tenya and Ochako, his eyes darting up to watch
Mirio, who was eerily quiet. There was no merry waving of arms, or boisterous
laughter, just complete and utter shell shock directed at his lunch. Darn, he
was even quieter than his friend Tamaki-senpai. For a brief moment their eyes
met. Mirio flashed him a nervous smile, and Izuku waved shyly, just in time for
the sirens to start wailing.
***
The ordeal happening during lunch in no way contributed to the classes being
canceled. And that is why Izuku found himself on the bus, on his way to his
first rescue training, with a whole highly excited 1-A and one very grumbling
teacher. That left him ample opportunity to wander the planes of possibilities
and witness all the realities in which his evening talk evolves into a violent
scuffle or a hot make out session. Izuku was certain he'd like the second part
far more, even if it aggravated the burning in his eyes.
However his mind was quickly unburdened, as he made it into the gargantuan
building of USJ. His eyes slid over the numerous domes and training stadiums
scattered over the expanse of the grounds, as Thirteen explained how a quirk
can be used to both hurt and protect. Briefly he tried imagining what was
Mirio's reaction when he saw USJ. He must have been flabbergasted. He would
have stood and stared in awe, if not for Aizawa's sharp order.
"Students retreat! We are under attack", the man clad in black yelled, pointing
with his free hand towards the doors. Izuku's eyes quickly shot towards the
stairs, at the bottom of which now stood a crowd of villains, and his breath
hitched.
"Sensei, you are a hero who utilizes ambushes to defeat his opponents and
specializes in one on one fights. You can't--", he started probably shocking
the man with a level headed analysis.
"Hey kid. A pro has more than one trick up his sleeve", Aizawa-sensei drawled,
pulling his goggles over his eyes, "Thirteen protect the students!", he ordered
before launching down the stairs.
Izuku kissed his teeth. Something in his gut told him that the problems were
just starting. And soon enough his theory proved more valid than he'd wished,
when a man made of black, thick smoke materialized right in front of them. A
normal teenager's response would be to go on defense, offense or scream for
their life. In turn Izuku seemed mostly puzzled by how much the guy liked
talking. He even got the gist of it. His name was Kurogiri, very fitting, was
heavy on the self-image thing. He was even heavier on making a good PR move on
the part of some 'League of Villains'. He laid it on thick even after Eijirou
and Katsuki put a damper on the presentation in a form of a well placed punch
and a formidable, very stinky, detonation. Unfortunately these somehow phased
straight through the guy. He was wearing a nice gray vest, and slacks, and a
thick metal brace. So, the only part protected...
Izuku smiled and clenched his fists. His classmates were in danger, so it was
time to either go big or go home. His muscled rippled, as a world came to a
sudden standstill. In two thundering steps he was before Kurogiri, the man now
spewing black fog, slowly, like ink in water. He drew his hand back and in one
swift movement chopped at the neck.
The world sped forward, catching up with the sudden displacement in a roar of
air, and a boom, combined with a creek of bent metal, as the villain changed
into a well placed mural.
"Come on guys! Let's get moving!", Izuku hollered, waiting for everyone to make
their way past him, and leave USJ, "Tenya get to UA! I am going to get Aizawa-
sensei", the green hair boy ordered disappearing back into the compound.
***
Izuku felt his muscles work, as he pummeled a clean path through the villains
and towards Aizawa-sensei's location. He was pretty certain a tight ring of
spiked, horned, and otherwise variously mutated men and women was where his
dearest teacher was located. Especially when some unlucky champ was knocked a
number of fine meters into the air.
He was nearly there when a powerful strike threw him aside. It was so strong
that for a brief moment the air was knocked out of his lungs. He tumbled and
skid across the ground making a short ditch before coming to a stop. With a
satisfied grunt, he looked up, to witness a disfigured, muscled, and completely
inhuman beast. It's eyes were bulging out of it's brain, which sat just above a
beak with numerous crooked teeth. For all ends and purposes Izuku knew two
things about it at that moment. First it was ugly. Second it packed a punch.
Wearily he got to his feet.
"Get him Nomu!", a gray haired man standing behind the monster spat. And the
beast charged forward at break neck speed. Izuku didn't wait for an invitation,
in fact he willingly joined this dance, meeting it halfway with a thundering
punch. At first it met with some resistance, and then a loud and disgusting
crunch and rip, as the Nomu's shoulder was ripped clean from its socket. Izuku
watched the beast stagger back and howl. But the next second its arm had grown
back and coated itself in the thick black skin as though he never touched it.
He rose his hands and spread his legs in a basic stance Mirio had taught him.
This was starting to be a major nuisance.
"You!", he hollered pointing at the weird being, "give up and I won't have to
hurt you!", he bellowed.
The man man standing behind the Nomu cackled madly, a single eye peeking from
between the fingers of the hand plastered to his face. The sight was
disturbing, but then again they were villains so it was to be expected.
"There is a man waiting at home whom I am going to confess to!", he belted
readying to strike and taking a deep breath. "So, you are not going to stop me
now!", he added. Apparently fighting had a very sobering effect on one Mirodiya
Izuku, as he came to a simple conclusion at that very moment. He is going to
lay his soul bare in front of Mirio, because he loves that blond oaf!
The Nomu met him halfway again, and this time neither was holding back one bit.
Blows sent clouds of dust and rubble flying, as Izuku pushed slowly and surely
through the creature's limits. He was winning, until they locked in a strength
contest, and for just a second his smugness took over his good judgment. The
gray haired man blindsided him, and he felt his skin burn, as he howled in
pain. His knees bucked under him, he couldn't remember the last time he felt so
much suffering at once. The monster and the villain wasted no time, and soon
enough his situation turned from good to dire. A cold realization that this
might be his last fight hit him, and turned his bones into lead, as his red hot
blood trickled out of the rapidly enlarging hole over his ribs. Izuku closed
his eyes, and gritted his teeth. Desperate times, call for desperate
measures... He thought breaking the grip and in one fluent motion shattering
the villains arm, and then kicking him off. This resulted in a mean punch to
the gut, which sent him through one of the walls and into what he would have
considered a beautiful jungle, had he had the time.
Slowly he got up. His side hurt like a woman of a morally doubtful profession,
and his school uniform was sticky with blood, and he could fell a steady stream
trickle out of it. His shoes and gloves were shreds, and the world was swaying
just a tiny bit.
"Damn it", Izuku muttered and spat to the side. He is going to have to do this
quickly, very quickly.
Nomu charged him again, it's coming heralded by the sound of broken wood. But
this time Izuku was ready. The beast was screeching like a banshee, as Izuku
planted his feet, and twisted his hips preparing a powerful uppercut. He
waited, as a pitch black silhouette appeared, then the beak. He waited until he
could see the whites of the Nomu's eyes. He waited until he could smell the
stench of its breath. It was an all or nothing chance, a blow which sent a
powerful shock wave through the stadium as it ripped through the air at
supersonic speed. And then it connected, cutting the unholy Nomu screech short.
His muscles roared with strain and the fire of pain, as he pushed every ounce
of his superhuman strength into sending the beast through the roof and straight
into the stratosphere. Izuku watched it go, listening to the eerie silence
which fell on the stadium in the wake of that reckless move.
"Maybe I should have simply gotten All Might's help", he mumbled falling to his
knees, and clutching at his side. His head was feeling kind of funny, but the
sun falling on his face through the once dense, now largely missing canopy was
a welcome touch. Izuku sat down on his heels, "I just need a little bit of
rest", he whispered, as the warm substance slowly slowed down to a drip, and
then stopped leaking at all, "just a minute of shut eye", he muttered
collapsing on his back. His side was numb now, but not hurting, and the sun was
warm on his cheeks the way he liked it best. A lazy breeze blew through the
hole in the roof, ruffling his wild and sweaty hair. He is going to confess his
undying love to Mirio Toogata, just after a short nap.
***
Aizawa found the boy on his back, in completely tattered and blood covered
clothes. He sprinted over, despite the numerous scrapes, bruises and a probable
fracture or two. There was no way Izuku Midoriya could have been hurt. Then
again he was witness to the insane fight, which would have probably put little
Midoriya on par with All Might himself. He is going to kill that idiot for
being a no show. His thought fled, as he inspected the boy's side. There was a
huge, red scar, spread in a star like pattern. He is going to have Recovery
Girl look at that as soon as they get back. That left just one issue, what
exactly was Midoriya's quirk and why was he so much more powerful today, than
yesterday.
He cradled the boy in his arms. For something so small he was exceptionally
heavy, and rushed out of the training area, to witness backup just arriving.
"Fear not! For I am here!", a booming voice came from the doors.
Chapter End Notes
     Many thanks for the read. Do enjoy and I hope you look forward to the
     next chapter!
***** Naked Truth *****
Chapter Summary
     Most of us know the feeling of making a promise when faced with a
     grave situation.
     Most of us know how we than tend to do everything in our power not to
     keep it. Not because it is unreasonable, but because it could really
     disrupt our life.
     So does a certain green haired boy.
Chapter Notes
     Another chapter. Quick, and fresh. Do enjoy!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Izuku came to noting the sun in his eyes, and the soft cushion under his head.
He turned to lay on his side, and yawned. The options were, rescue, capture, or
death. And he was pretty sure one was good, two he could deal with, and three
he couldn't, so there was no need to hurry and get up. At least that is what
his brain addled brain whispered in a soothing deep voice, which just so
happened to lull him to sleep a couple of times.
"Five more minutes Mirio", he muttered scrunching his eyes shut tighter, and
hiding his face in some deep crook of the soft and comfy temporary bed, "so
soft", he muttered, nuzzling the pillow, and smiling to himself. He was in
complete bliss, his side was still a little tender, so maybe he really was
dead, that would really be a shame since there were some thin--
"Aizawa!", a deep voice gasped, and a raging tsunami of a glass of water hit
his face, bringing Izuku to full wake. All thoughts left his head, as he bolted
up and to his feet, ready to knock the lights out of anyone who interrupted his
pleasant half-dream. His hair still dripping with water as he frantically took
in his surroundings. There was Aizawa-sensei with a tired smirk and holding an
empty glass, undoubtedly the perpetrator to the sudden and wet wake up. All
Might, wearing a huge mustard-colored suit, with his unreadable smiling
expression, and a man he didn't know, but was pretty sure escaped from one of
the noir thrillers, possibly Sin City. His cheeks reddened realizing what he
just said, in front of whom, and how absolutely ridiculous it must have seemed,
to the three grown men.
"Am I in trouble?", he peeped, covering his face, before the heroes could
notice just how red it turned. This did not help much, as all three could see
cherry red ears peeking out from amongst a jumble of wet locks.
"Calm down m'boy! You are in no trouble!", All Might boomed, drawing his
attention. Izuku swallowed thickly, "You did admirably m'boy! And you have my
thanks for helping your classmates escape!", the hero praised, and the green
haired boy felt tears gather in the corners of his eyes.
"I am not?", Izuku asked sheepishly. Hadn't he blatantly disobeyed his
teacher's orders? Hadn't he risked his own life and gotten hurt?
"You ought to be. But not today", Aizawa pitched in, and Izuku's heart skipped
a beat, realizing this is possibly the closest to actual praise he is going to
get for the stunt he pulled.
"Detective Naomasa just needs to ask you some questions. Maybe you will have to
sit down with a sketch artist to make some portraits of the villains you fought
and that strange being", his tired looking mentor explained patiently, "you
will need somebody to take you home, so call up Toogata when you are done",
Aizawa added and left the room. He was left alone with All Might, and Naomasa,
both apparently greatly curious as to what actually transpired at USJ.
Izuku recounted his story, as he checked himself for injuries. Surprisingly
there was nothing, and where his side should have looked like someone took a
meat grinder to it and went wild, was only a fresh and large scar. It kind of
resembled a star. He felt conflicted between being scared and excited as he
described the gray haired man and his monster, Nomu. He hadn't gotten even a
nick in so much as a year. His quirk progressed giving him nearly invulnerable
skin. And yet today he met someone who could actually harm him. Focused on his
story he failed to notice the bewildered looks the adults shared as he gave
details on his fighting strategy, and how it involved sending the Nomu into the
stratosphere with a mighty uppercut.
After about an hour of talking with the detective and helping with the
portraits he was finally released. He was tired, the excitement of the day
taking its toll on his body and mind. Hopefully Mirio will not need the help
with dinner, because he felt about ready to fall in a coma. He was stepping out
of All Might's room, and tapping out his flatmate's number on the phone, when
somebody scooped him up in a bone crushing hug. That someone smelled of soap
and rain, Mirio!
"Hurts! Hurts! Hurts!", he yelped making the blond almost drop him. It didn't
really, but his side still felt slightly oversensitive to touch, and hugs
worthy of an adult boa constrictor were in no way helping with that.
"Sorry Izuku!", his flatmate boomed, and set him down as gently as a glass
doll, "I was so worried. Are you all right?", Mirio spun him around looking him
over for injuries with a worried expression, before cupping his cheeks with
both hands and tilting his head and face around to have a better look at his
head. They were alone in the hallway and Izuku was more than thankful for that.
He watched Mirio get completely sucked into worrying for him, and couldn't help
but giggle. A worried Mirio was possibly even cuter than a happy Mirio, and
what he was now witnessing was a grade A example of the former.
"I am all right. Just tired", he chirped, relishing in the rough skin scraping
across his cheeks, as Mirio ran his thumb over his cheek.
"Thank God", Mirio muttered catching his eyes, "If you are tired maybe I could
carry you home?", he asked the smile back on his face. Izuku was pretty certain
he was back to drowning in those two black wells.
"I'd like that Mirio", he answered softly, wondering how long are Mirio's hands
going to stay on his face and if it could be forever. Maybe he could wait with
the confession. Just a couple of days, until he feels slightly better.
"Goody", his flatmate beamed, and let him go. Izuku immediately missed the
contact. Mirio spun on his heel and crouched down slightly, "Hop on", he
ordered.
They went back home with Mirio giving Izuku a piggy back ride. To no surprise
the green haired boy fell asleep half way there. How did Mirio know? Izuku
drooled when he slept. When they finally made it back he helped the sleepy teen
undress and put him into bed. As he did that he couldn't help but let his
fingers ghost over the star shaped scar on the boy's side. Seeing it made his
stomach clench. Who could be vile enough to hurt his little sunshine? He didn't
shower, just undressed and slipped into bed with his little friend. Once again
he mumbled sweet nothing into the boy's hair lulling himself to sleep. It felt
so perfect with Izuku's short but muscled frame pressed into him. It felt so
perfect he couldn't help but fall for that boy a couple of years back already.
He fell for this big smile, the myriad of freckles, dark green hair and the way
Izuku loved life and treated it all like a game. At that moment Mirio knew he
had to tell him, and the though that this could stop the little ritual they
made for themselves, scared him witless. But what frightened him even more was
that he could have lost Izuku today.
***
Mirio awoke to find an empty bed and Izuku standing in the doorway staring at
him. The boy was still wearing the black boxers he lent him yesterday. In the
early morning light falling into the room he could see the red scar starting
just below the armpit and reaching all the way to the hip. It slightly
resembled a star, but upon lengthier inspection Mirio concluded it looked more
like an explosion. The spikes of scarred skin probably reaching across Izuku's
back, just as they did nearly touch his midriff. It must have hurt like all
hell.
"Will I get a good morning hug?", Mirio asked with a soft chuckle, blinking the
remainder of sleep out of his eyes.
"Not if you are naked you don't", Izuku answered with an eye roll, and stood
his ground by the door. Mirio looked under the covers at his naked body and
gave a small pout.
"What if we just call it dubiously underdressed and I still get that hug?", he
asked and laughed seeing Izuku look away flustered. Red really did suit the
boy. Maybe he ought to buy more red boxers.
"Still no. Get dressed breakfast is ready", the green haired boy huffed,
turning away.
Reluctantly Mirio escaped the confines of his warm bed, and pulled on a pair of
boxers. He ought to let Izuku stare a bit, after all he caught him on more than
one occasion. Also he must start paving his way to the big confession.
***
The week continued just like before. They ate and slept together, read in bed,
did homework, and danced around telling one another how far they have fallen.
Mirio repeatedly caught himself staring at Izuku's lips and a couple of times
the boy's ass. To be fair it was a damn fine piece of ass. Mentally he was
preparing for the big finale. He had to tell Izuku he is in love with him by
the time the ceiling got fixed. At the same time he had to figure out the
issues of sorting out the sexual tension. He did manage it, every day in the
shower. The memory of Izuku gasping, and moaning his name, as he came was now
his private brand of cocaine. Unfortunately, he felt guilty every time after he
did it. At least until he got a warm hug from Izuku, that always fixed him
right up.
Before he knew it the ceiling was nearly fixed. The landlord dropped in telling
him that by tomorrow Izuku could move back to his room. Somehow neither of them
was very happy about it. Izuku got used to sleeping together and hugging him
back and Mirio was not exactly capable of imagining how he would fall asleep
without the weight of the boy's head on his chest. That last night both of them
couldn't sleep, laying awake and relishing in the contact unconsciously. Izuku
was stroking his chest, his head resting on Mirio's arm. While Mirio was lazily
rubbing Izuku's back. It was now or never. He took a deep breath ready to
speak, but Izuku's soft voice resounded in the room before he could utter a
word.
"I don't want to go back to my room", the green haired boy whispered. Mirio was
certain his heart flipped. Now or never, now or never it was!
He nodded slowly, and couldn't hold back a smile, "Would you like to stay with
me?", he asked simply, his hand still stroking Izuku's bare back gently.
"Yeah", Izuku answered snuggling closer and rubbing his chest with his nose.
Mirio felt like he was soaring in the sky, as his heart made valiant attempts
at ripping out of his rib cage.
"I'd like that too", he said and kissed the top of Izuku's head. And that's
when Mirio completely froze up, because Izuku went from completely relaxed to
perfectly tense in under a second. He had just royally, completely, utterly
fucked this up! This was not how this was going to go! He had it all planned,
the dinner, the movie! He was ready to panic, when a small hand turned his face
and his black eyes locked with deep emerald ones, shining like a pair of gems
in the near darkness.
"I am happy you do. I-i-i like you", Izuku finally chocked out and a timid
smile graced his face. His muscles were still tense, and Mirio could feel the
fast heartbeat in Izuku's chest.
"I like you too", Mirio answered and leaned in. Their lips met in a lopsided
kiss. Short, chaste, which sent both parties flushing to the roots of their
hair, when they separated. But Mirio was certain it was the most electrifying
kiss he had ever had. He dove down again this time holding Izuku longer, the
boy's lips nice and soft against his. Izuku inclined his head to give him a
better angle and Mirio slid his tounge across Izuku's sealed lips which opened
willingly. He was engulfed by warm heat, which sent pulses of electricity down
his spine. They pooled in his stomach spreading warmth and want as Izuku with
that amazing strength of his pulled him on top of himself as though he was a
sack of feathers. He backed out to admire Izuku's flushed, freckled face, as
the teen beneath him splayed his hands across his chest and explored every
angle of his muscled body. He had never been touched like that, and he felt his
hard length now rest against his friend's stomach. Slowly Izuku's hands
traveled down his body and traced the outline of his six pack and the boy
giggled.
"I always liked those abs", Izuku muttered giddily. Mirio swallowed thickly, as
the blush colored his cheeks.
"You know maybe we should take this slowly", he asked his self confidence
wavering to nothingness the moment Izuku's hand tickled his happy trail. He was
pretty certain, he didn't want to lose control of himself, and the green haired
boy was doing a good job of wrestling it away from him.
"All right big guy", Izuku retracted his hand and scooted back to sit against
the headboard of the bed. Mirio laughed seeing the tent Izuku pitched with just
a couple of touches and some kisses, which the younger teen tried covering
awkwardly. Well he was in the same situation, "As slow as you want to", Izuku
amended giving him a warm smile.
Mirio blushed, he meant it a little differently, "I mean as slow as you would
like to...", he said trailing off when Izuku's eyebrows shot up.
"So are you are bi?", Izuku asked apparently more curious about his orientation
rather than actual sex life. To his defense Mirio did have a couple of
girlfriends in the past. Did Izuku think he was straight?!
"Bi, though I lean", Mirio answered feeling his face go red, "And you?", he
asked before Izuku could bombard him with more questions.
"I don't know. Though I never really thought of girls", Izuku laughed in his
charming, awkward way, "But with those things out of the way, I guess we can
pick this up tomorrow", Izuku said and and dove under the covers.
"Oi! Little man don't leave me hanging!", Mirio yelled trying to extract his
newfound boyfriend from under the covers, but he was no match for Izuku. The
boy had an iron grip on the blanket, and there was no way to pull it off of
him, he wanted to keep it.
"Standing. I leave you standing big man", Izuku amended from under the blanket
before pulling Mirio in and kissing him deeply, "I was thinking about it from
the day we moved in together I think", he added in a whisper.
Mirio laughed loudly, before hugging his boyfriend. His fingers skimmed over
the red scar, as he planted a kiss on Izuku's cheek. They are going to be all
right, as long as they are together. He was certain of that much.
Chapter End Notes
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***** Fire *****
Chapter Summary
     By the powers of raging puberty and his unusual heritage new powers
     are bestowed upon Izuku.
Chapter Notes
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There is something inherently soothing about waking up to your loved one in
your arms. This is still true, when your loved one tends to be a jumpy,
drooling, mumbling sleeper, who elbows you in the gut at least three times a
night. Luckily for Mirio all those little imperfections mattered very little,
since he slept like a corpse.
Now that simplified some things, but made other very difficult. Mornings were
amongst them, and this one was no exception. Mirio listened to the alarm,
ignoring the annoying beeps in favor of trying to smother his little boyfriend.
If he was ever asked for a definition of bliss, that was it, minus the beeping
of course. Meanwhile Izuku was writhing, trying to squirm his way out of the
warm, firm hold and doing his best to wake him up. He even managed to sit on
him and shake his shoulders until he finally goaded Mirio into opening his
eyes. He took in a somewhat blurry image of Izuku's soft smile, before the teen
dove down to plant a soft kiss on his lips. Mirio hummed happily, and tried
pulling Izuku back down, but apparently in a contest of pure strength he was no
match.
"Breakfast?", he hummed, letting his hands rest on Izuku's hips. Izuku nodded
eagerly, before jumping off of him, and darting out the door. Mirio turned to
lay on his stomach and grinned into the pillow like a complete fool, listening
to the uneven whistling coming from the kitchen.
***
The walk to school felt special today, despite the fact that it was no
different to how Mirio walked with him for a couple of weeks now. There was an
arm slung across his shoulders, as he clutched at the straps of his backpack
and tried to contain his external shine of happiness to manageable levels. That
would have been quite possible if not for the warmth in his chest, and the
lightness in his feet. Truth be told Izuku felt pretty certain he was floating
a bit, as his mind revolved around the last night's confession and the kisses
that followed. The feel of slightly chapped lips on his, and the large hands on
his body. It was more than intoxicating.
When they finally crossed the school gates Izuku started feeling a little
tense. It's not that he didn't expect to tell people about them, but how will
they react? A brief kiss planted on his lips, and a wide smile brought him to
reality.
"Be good today", Mirio whispered, and darted away, before Izuku could turn
crimson. He did anyway, and nearly fainted before a pair of strong arms caught
him.
"You all right bro?", Eijiro said, shaking him a bit. Izuku looks over his arm,
at Katsuki who for some reason seems to be fuming.
"Yeah, yeah", Izuku assured, waving the taller teen off, "You didn't see
anything, did you?", he added already worrying about the classes reaction.
"Nope", Kirishima answered, popping the p, and giving him a playful wink. If
there was anything creeping up Izuku's spine, he was sure it was the feeling of
impeding doom.
***
"Izuku why are you this happy?", Ochako asked slyly leaning over. Tenya stood
on the other side of the desk judging with surprising silence. Normally he
would have berated Ochako for prying or anything. Instead he was watching her
lean so close, she could probably scrutinize Izuku's soul through his eyes.
He must've been really out of it for everyone to notice that blinding smile, he
was absentmindedly flashing "Oh, nothing just a really good breakfast", he
lied, not really sure, he wants to make public news of the part where he is
dating Mirio, not only crushing on the most handsome single guy at school. At
least the handsome part is his opinion.
Ochako's eyes narrowed suspiciously, at the lame excuse "This morning or
yesterday?", she whispered gripping his face like a professional KGB agent
ready to squeeze the answers together with the living shit out of whomever they
are interrogating.
"Umm. What?!", Izuku squeaked, silently praying to St. Tenya Iida of Law and
Order to provide a much needed rescue, from the sudden aggressive questioning.
"Did you get together with Mirio Toogata this morning or yesterday Izuku?",
Ochako dragged out the words slowly, giving the accusation ample time to sink
in. Cold sweat broke out across his back, as all muscles froze, defying the
evolutionary flight or fight response.
"Bbb...aarrr..eheehe", he gagged on his own words, as Ochako scrutinized him,
with the strange Benjamin-Franklin-green aura spreading around her, the toxic
fumes of an addicted gambler choking out everyone's reason, "Y-y-y-yest-", he
started stuttering out, trying to keep his racing heart in his rib cage, even
if the dumbass muscle had other ideas.
"You heard him Iida-kun! Pay up!", the girl barked, and Izuku had half the mind
to try and faint, if not for the rugby subtle jostling Ochako gave him at the
attempt, "Thank you Izukun. Thanks to you I will have a delicious lunch for
free today. I wish the two of you all the best! You make such a cute couple.",
she beamed at him, the picture of sweet and kind bubbly girl any boy would die
for. "Now on to Kirishima-kun and Ashido", she cackled evilly, turning back
into the addicted, deranged gambler, and running away. She left two stunned
boys at the desk, one shaking in fear, the other in disbelief.
"I think I--", Izuku heard Tenya cut off, before he bowed, apologized, bowed
again, and walked out of the class, with a stiffness indicative of either a
stick lodged way too deep or a Cupid's arrow striking a more vital organ.
***
During lunch Izuku was lounging under the tree, reading through his notes and
munching on a couple of sandwiches. Mirio told him that morning not to spoil
his appetite too much because he will have a surprise waiting for him at home.
He heard the grass beside him rustle and turned expecting to see the big sap,
but instead his eyes landed on Todoroki Shouto, Endeavor's son, possibly the
most quiet kid in the class. He swallowed the ham filled delicacy, and wiped
the remaining crumbs on his pants before addressing the two-colored boy.
"How can I help you Shouto?", Izuku smiled amicably at the teen, who moved to
stand in front of him. He really hoped it wasn't about how subtly Ochako outed
him before classes started. For all he knew Shouto's silence about the matter
could be taken as a bad omen.
"I'd rather you call me Todoroki-kun, but that's not what I am here about.
Midoriya-kun, are you adopted?", Shouto asked in a flat voice. Izuku blinked
stupidly at the taller teen. Now how on the green earth did he guess that. And
why did he want to know for sure?
"Why are you asking?", he asked cautiously. His mother always warned him not to
reveal to much about this part of his life. As an additional precaution she
never told him much about it. The sudden realization of how little he knows
about where he is and Todoroki's penetrating gaze turned Izuku's gut to sludge.
"Because I have reason to believe you are All Might's illegitimate son",
Todoroki deadpanned and Izuku's eyebrows shot up. All Might's son, now that was
ridiculous. Izuku snorted loudly, but quickly composed himself, despite
Shouto's neutral expression he didn't want to anger the teen.
"Todoroki-kun. Yes, I am adopted, but I am one hundred percent sure All Might
is not my father", Izuku answered biting back a laugh. Of all things Shouto
could've been he turned out to be a conspiracy theorist. Just grand. He should
have bet on that with Ochako.
"Then how do you explain your quirk? There are remarkable similarities", Shouto
drilled. How does he explain it? Izuku doesn't know. He has all those X-rays
proving that he is 100% quirk free even now, despite the fact that he can lift
cars or probably whole buildings by now. He turns his face to the sun and
drinks in some of its heat.
"I don't know Todoroki-kun", he answered with a shrug. The mismatched teen is
about to open his mouth, when a deep and excited voice cut him off.
"Hey Izuku! Do we have a third wheel for lunch?!", the boisterous tone is
undoubtedly Mirio. Izuku opened his eyes and smiled up at him. Mirio was
wearing the school uniform and carrying his lunch tray in one hand like a
master waiter. The other was propped up on his hip. Izuku could see the wide
smile guesting the older teen's face, and just a hint of warning in his eyes.
"No, I was already going", Shouto excused himself and left as quickly as he
could. Izuku watched him go, his thoughts still slightly preoccupied with the
strange assumption.
"So what was that about?", Mirio asked, planting his ass on the grass right
next to him.
"Dunno. He thought I am All Might's bastard son or something", Izuku mused back
as he nabs another sandwich. He briefly considered stealing some of Mirio's
lunch, but then again the 'tiny' meals the cafeteria serves are barely enough
to get the giant through the day.
"Wow! Imagine all the money coming your way! And the prestige of Papa Might",
Mirio laughed and dug into his lunch. Izuku watched his boyfriend devour the
fried pork and wondered what the big surprise waiting at home is. They fall
into a comfortable silence filled with sounds of munching. Izuku rests his back
against the gnarled bark, and watches the shrubs on the other side of the
courtyard, as his mind wanders back towards the cramped apartment, tiny
bedroom, and the touch of Mirio's warm skin on his. He can feel the heat build
up behind his irises, and scrunches his eyes shut. Maybe he stayed out in the
sun too long.
"Izufu", Mirio inquires from his right, undoubtedly with his mouth full of
rice.
"Yes Mirio?", he replies rubbing at his eyes.
"I think the bush across from us caught fire", the older teen explains. Izuku's
eyes burn too much for him to actually be troubled by something that far away.
***
Their last hour is a health class. With Midnight teaching half of the class is
pretty much drooling at her instead of watching the movie about 'bees and
flowers' or as others prefer to put it sex-ed. Of course Izuku would have been
even mildly interested if he was ever invested in anyone but a certain tall,
blond haired, muscled upperclassman with a penchant for sleeping naked. So
instead he elects to let his thoughts slip over the possibility of Mirio
pushing him against a bathroom wall and kissing him senseless. His eyes are
fixed on the screen, where absolutely nothing of importance is taking place, as
his brain works overtime to render in the finest detail the texture of Mirio's
tongue and lips on his own and the sensation of hips grinding. He can feel
himself getting hard on just the thoughts, and rolls with the fantasy, despite
the burning sensation in his eyes Mirio is now pushing his large hand past the
band of his underwear, the screen is catching fire, Mirio grips ---
"Fire!", Tenya booms so loudly that a concert by ACDC could serve as a pleasant
lullaby in comparison to his voice.
"Sorryy!!", Izuku snaps out of his daze, to see that the point at which he was
idly staring is now covered in raging flame. He doesn't really know what and to
whom he is apologizing for, but it seems he has done this. Before anyone else
can react, let alone move, he puts the fire out with a fire extinguisher ripped
off the wall. In his hurry he dislodges a major part of the wall with the
extinguisher, but hell who wouldn't be when they can set fire to something by
thinking about sex and looking at the damn thing. His eyes still prick, but
they feel significantly better now.
"What the fuck happened?!", Katsuki yells pointing an accusatory finger at
Izuku, "Broccoli, you idiot, you ripped half of the wall off!" Well, he isn't
the only one who would like to know and yes he did. But Izuku is certainly the
only one with a theory, no matter how unbelievable. Though it will complicate
certain things a whole damn lot.
Chapter End Notes
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     I hope you enjoyed the chapter.
***** Candles *****
Chapter Summary
     Superhuman strength, resistance and speed. Now what more could a boy
     who's dream was to become a hero wish for?
     Turns out the new quirk development is not exactly what he bargained
     for. Luckily his tall boyfriend comes to the rescue.
Chapter Notes
     Thank you for the positive response! I am having a lot of fun writing
     this fic, and your eagerness for more chapters is immensely
     motivating.
     Enjoy!
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"So you set a projector background on fire?", Mirio asks cautiously as they
walk back home. His arm is slung around Izuku's shoulders keeping the boy close
and snug, as he watches the tips of Izuku's ears for a reaction. He really
should persuade Izuku to get a haircut, since he can't see under the green
tangle obscuring his boyfriend's face for a couple of weeks now. At lest the
pink ear tips tell him something, if only that Izuku's face is certainly the
same color.
"Yes", Izuku whispers back, the soft strawberry ice cream shade shifting into
full blown magenta. As far as Mirio knows next would come stuttering. Maybe he
shouldn't be pressuring Izuku into telling him what really happened, after all
the teen had an uncanny tendency to blurt out his secrets at the most
inconvenient moment. Mirio overcame that issue long ago, he simply stopped
doing it on accident and started doing it on purpose. So that morning when he
burst into the classroom, his friends, and the whole class, got to hear that he
is now dating his flatmate and super-cute underclassman Midoriya Izuku. Hado
congratulated him, and Tamaki went as far as to say that the two really look
nicely together. A compliment from the easily abashed teen was worth more than
a world of praise. But he was digressing.
"With your eyes?", he queries, reviewing what he already knows. Izuku's quirk
seemed to progress and grow just as his short boyfriend did, so maybe this was
just another manifestation. Even if laser sight was a quirk he was pretty sure
ha hadn't heard of yet. Still, Mirio couldn't help but wonder what would come
next.
"Y-yes", Izuku stutters out slightly and magenta shifts into full blown cherry.
Mirio briefly considers checking whether his boyfriend isn't going into some
sort of cardiac arrest, his heart crushed by shame and guilt stirred, not
shaken.
"By thinking about sex?", he specifies, reiterating what the shorter teen
stammered out when they met at the school gate. After a sex-ed talk with
Recovery Girl, at least that word comes out easily. It probably would have
anyway, since Mirio forgot the meaning of the word 'shame' long ago anyhow.
"S-s-s-sex!", his boyfriend stutter-yelps and Mirio snickers. It's adorable how
quickly Izuku looses his self confidence in certain situations. He stifles the
urge to kiss the shorter teen on the cheek in favor of providing further
embarrassment for Izuku and further endearing entertainment for his own use.
"With me?", he jokes, pouring gasoline onto the fire of shame raging on Izuku's
cheeks.
"Yes", Izuku confirms, sheepishly looking up at him, like he was just offending
Mirio on every plane of existence. In turn Mirio wouldn't mind that offense on
every plane of existence and then some.
"I feel proud and scared!", he laughs. In all honesty it's not like Mirio
didn't spend more than a fair share of his showers thinking about Izuku in some
quite interesting places and configurations. Mirio Toogata had a very, very
rich imagination, and it allowed him for an array of scenarios, from a quicky
at school all the way to a full blown role playing game of villains and heroes
with a narrative befitting Quentin Tarantino. He was just that creative.
Thinking back to it, he is lucky not to be brown and crispy, after how he was
provoking Izuku in the last couple of weeks.
"You are not helping!", his boyfriend barks bashfully and Mirio beams at him.
For the sake of not being any hotter than he is, he needs to help Izuku get
this under control. They walk down the street, as Mirio's eyes roam the
surrounding shop exhibitions for inspiration. How do you teach someone to
control a quirk? Well, it's always about baby steps. Just then a candle store
catches his eye, and an idea pops into his head.
***
Izuku watches him doubtfully, sitting on the river bank while he arranges a
nice line of evenly spaced candles very early next morning. Mirio had to nearly
inject coffee into his veins to be able to tumble out of bed shortly after
sunrise. But it's better that Izuku skip a day or two of school instead of
burning it down. At least that is what they agreed to after a haggling battle,
which netted Mirio three full days of teaching, and Izuku a month worth of
Mirio's trademark bentos. Besides, hero classes were switched out for personal
training time with the upcoming sports festival, so it was all right.
The moment he spent half of his leftover money on candles he thought he would
never hear the end of it, but Izuku caught on pretty quickly to what he was
planning. As luck would have it, they didn't live all that far from a
riverside. At least not all that far by Izuku's standard speed. So that very
day shortly after sunrise, and a gut wrenching trip, courtesy of the local
speedster, they found themselves starting the first day of Izuku's training.
Mirio felt a little guilty that he was forcing the younger boy to play truant,
but once again, he better burn down some grass, then accidentally a huge
building.
"So you want me to light a candle?", his green haired boyfriend asks, looking
over the row of twenty neatly arranged wonderfully smelling candles.
"Not just any candle! A cinnamon candle", Mirio answers, watching Izuku's
doubtful expression. His boyfriend huffs in resignation, and Mirio retreats to
a safe location, that is behind the shorter boy's back. He sits cross legged
not very far away, and watches with great hope as Izuku tries to summon up his
new power. Mirio can literally hear the concentration buzz in the air, as he
spots the vein on Izuku's temple pulse dangerously. The teen huffs and puffs
and seems about ready to give up after a good fifteen minutes of fruitless
glaring.
"Hey, don't worry", Mirio says, scooting closer. He places both his hands on
Izuku's back and forces the teen's shoulders to relax, "All right little guy,
now breathe deeply and try to recall the feeling", he adds. Completely
oblivious as to how Izuku is less than willing to have a go at imagining a
naked with Mirio when a very clothed one is goading him into it. It's not that
he hadn't seen anything Mirio had to hide already.
Nevertheless the younger teen takes a couple of deep and calming breaths, and
Mirio starts kneading the ever tense shoulders. It takes a couple of minutes
before he hears a whooshing sound. Lazily he peeks around Izuku's arm to watch
a melted puddle of wax. Not bad for a first try, he could have probably
evaporated the whole thing. Mirio watches another candle turn into a puddle and
smells cinnamon before returning to the back rub. They might be stuck here for
a while, so he may as well amuse himself. Another candle goes up in flames,
when he presses down on a particularly tight spot.
"Try focusing on the wick, not the candle", he hums, hoping that Izuku might
get this under control tonight. After all he really, really would like to have
certain romantic plans for the evening and not be turned into a handsome piece
of roasted ham. Perhaps he could switch them out for studying quirk
development.
***
Two days later Mirio is reading his favorite manga, sprawled out on the sofa.
Long nights of studying yielded only one result, the situation Izuku was in was
absolutely impossible. So all Mirio was left with was to focus on the main
character of his favorite shonen. This time the blue haired, tired looking
protagonist is struggling in the UA sports festival to get into the hero
department. It is sort of weird to read a manga about a school you are
attending. At least he is reading, until Izuku straddles his stomach and rips
the book out of his hands. The boy dives down for the kiss immediately, but
Mirio manages to intercept his mouth with his hand and expertly flip them over,
so that now he is leaning over the boy, and has Izuku pinned to the couch.
"Have you done your set of candles for the morning?", he asks and the boy sends
him a disgruntled look and licks his hand. Mirio rolls his eyes, "If you
haven't you don't get a kiss. And you get NO action until you get'em right", he
adds before Izuku can try to force his way into any heated negotiations.
Izuku's hands trail down his sides, which cause a pleasant tingling in the pit
of his stomach.
He is equally tired of this deal, but if Izuku can't control his quirk, both
are in quite a bit of danger. And he really hopes Izuku hurries up, because his
back is killing him from the last two days of sleeping on the couch. He was
perfectly ready to defend the damned thing from Izuku's sudden attempts at
getting rid of it in favor of basically anything, but he was slowly starting to
favor that line of reasoning. The damned thing is making his back give out in
all the wrong ways.
Izuku gives a dejected sigh under him and stops his attempts, seeing he isn't
going to get a reaction. To be fair he is doing much better, if only he could
set just the wick on fire without melting whatever is behind it.
***
That's it! His back hurts all the way from his head to his butt, the sofa
creaks under him, but he isn't sure the ominous sound isn't his backbone making
a desperate attempt at accommodating the devilish piece of furniture. The sun
is in his eyes, when he hears the whooshing sound of Izuku's heat vision from
the kitchen and bolts upright.
"HiMirio! IGotItLastNight, orTodayMorning", the boy cheers, his eyes trained on
the toast, he is thoroughly grilling to a perfect and crisp brown color. Mirio
blinks dumbfounded, and much relieved,
"Ididn'tSleepMuchSoIHadSomeOfYourCoffee", Izuku speeds up. Oh God no!
"YouKnowDrinkingSomethingSoStrongIsReallyNotGoodForYou", Izuku pipes up and
Mirio is about ready to give up. The little guy never could handle coffee, in a
way he could, but he became more hyperactive than a bolt of lighting, and he
would use his quirk slightly haphazardly. So Mirio wasn't much surprised when a
split second later Izuku was sitting in his lap with an empty plate and two
peanut butter-jelly toasts were stuck to his chest and stomach.
"Sorry", the boy laughed and peeled one off, before leaning in to lick the
remains of the jam off. Mirio's heart did a sudden and very skillful flip,
before coming to a stop and restarting. This boyfriend is going to kill him,
accidentally, but still make him very much dead. It crosses his mind as he
watches Izuku inhale the toast and then proceed to take another one sticking to
his chest. At that moment Mirio knows he had never yet been more in love. Izuku
scruffs down the second piece of bread, and gives his abs a long lick, which
once again does his heart no favors. Without realizing what is happening, he
finds his hands around Izuku's hips, and the boy pinned to the floor. There is
a moment of consternation as they lock eyes, Izuku's sheepish, but interested
and Mirio's filled with lust and predatory instinct. He can feel the small
hands resting against his bare chest. When exactly had he phased through his
clothing?!
"What are you waiting for big guy?", Izuku purrs seductively beneath him, just
the words igniting fire in his belly. Mirio can feel his mouth go dry, just as
Izuku cups the back of his neck and pulls him in for a heated kiss. He doesn't
wait to reciprocate. It's teeth and mouthes mashing against one another. He
doesn't even notice when Izuku's tongue slips into his mouth, and with quick
licks he can feel the smaller boy go exploring. One hand lands on his
boyfriend's ass, as the other slides underneath the shirt. He can feel the
arching body rubbing him in all the right ways as his coarse palm slides
against smooth, heated skin. It feels almost like a dream, when he pulls Izuku
up and nearly rips off his Tshirt. Izuku's mouth clamps over his neck, the
feeling of teeth nearly breaking his skin leaves Mirio feeling dizzy with
pleasure. His hands trail over the lean muscles hidden beneath the impervious
skin, while Izuku releases him with a quiet pop.
For a moment they separate, both panting, to admire the impressive blush
covering both of their faces. Mirio is pretty sure he hasn't ever seen Izuku
smile so lovingly, it isn't like the usual bright grins he flashes all the
time. This one is special, as though it was handcrafted by angels just for him.
However before he can get back into the game, Izuku slips out of his hands and
runs off to get ready for school. Stupid coffee!
"Damn you little man", Mirio huffs, looking down at his painfully hard
erection, "You are going to be the death of me!", he yells after the
treacherous imp.
Chapter End Notes
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***** Not a Quirk *****
Chapter Summary
     There are people who are born to be heroes. There are those who
     become heroes on accident.
     Izuku Midoriya is a bit of both.
Chapter Notes
     Hi everyone! Glad to hear so much from you all in the comments.
     Anyways. This time around you are getting another healthy dose of
     these two dorks having bed-themed-games (also known as smut). After
     all, this story is rated E for a reason.
     Have a good read, leave feedback.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Not all man are created equal. This truth was learned time and again by Izuku
Midoriya. Few man have ever heard the second part, that those who have more
shall always protect those who have less. Luckily his late father, Hisashi,
made sure to stick the idea in his head. They were walking side by side to
school, their hands brushing on more than one occasion. This was mainly due to
the fact that Mirio could not contain his restless energy, the triple esspresso
was a really bad idea. But he was so tired, and he had to finally get it right.
Unfortunately the effect of caffeine was wearing off as fast as it took hold,
and now he was slowly becoming drowsy. To cure that he chatted idly about how
he learned to trigger the laser sight, since that's how the dubbed the newest
part of his quirk. Mirio seemed more than overjoyed at the prospects of
teaching Izuku creme brulle, no matter how resistant he was to the idea of
using his quirk for the purpose of making the gooey dessert.
They were walking along one of the tamer roads. Kids were playing volleyball on
a small patch of grass of to the side, and Izuku was very confident he won't
hold through the day, when a screech of tires caught their attention. A red
sports car was speeding down the street, at the speed of at least twice the
limit. Following it closely was a man in a glinting blue-silver armor. Izuku's
eyes grew to a nearly cartoonish size, when he realized it was no one else but
The Turbo Hero Ingenium, Tenya's big brother!
"Get'em!", he yelled at the top of his lungs, pumping a fist in the air. Mirio
laughed at his antics, pulling him a couple of steps away from the curb.
"Oi! Hinata dumbass! Get the ball", Izuku heard over the revving of the engine,
and his head snapped to the left so fast he nearly got whiplash. A small boy
was running gleefully to get his volleyball, right under the wheels of the
oncoming car. Before any coherent thought could form in Izuku's head, his legs
tore forward. The world slowed down to a crawl, as Izuku passed by the red car.
A quick glance inside told him that four masked men were sitting inside, the
sound of the engine shifted into a slow knock. Izuku turned his eyes towards
the redhead frozen in the acto of picking up his ball. In one fluent motion
Izuku wrapped himself around the boy, cradling him to his chest, and waiting
for the excruciatingly slow crunch of metal against his body.
***
Mirio's hand gripped air, where he expected to find his boyfriends shoulder
just a moment ago. Then a screech of tiers against asphalt and the clang and
crash of the red vehicle colliding at immeasurable force with an immovable
object reached his ears. A quick glance in the general direction confirmed his
suspicions, a wad of forest green hair was sticking out of a now u-shaped car.
"Izuku!", he yelled barreling down the street ready to lay some justice on the
idiots in the car.
"'Am all right!", a slightly squeaky voice reached his ears, as he was rounding
the crash site, "Check on the guys inside", came an added order. Darn Izuku's
worrying about everything and everyone. He wouldn't even pass up on saving
villains, would he?
Mirio peered through the crashed windows. The men in the car were wearing
masks, and that was almost a cue to not interfere. Except for that, their eyes
were rolled back, bulging out, or closed, thoroughly unconscious, "Izu they are
some smart criminals. They wore seatbelts!", he boomed.
"Please step back, this is a matter for heroes to handle", a deep, slightly
muffled voice came from above as Ingenium finally caught up.
"Matter handled!", Izuku yelled, finally extracting himself from the wreckage.
In his arms was sitting a tiny boy, with fire red, and a steady stream of tears
rolling down his cheeks, despite Izuku's soft cooing and the rocking motions.
"Shhh. You are safe, for I am here", Izuku muttered to the boy shifting him
around and letting him hide his tear stained face in the crook of his neck.
Mirio in turn felt an inexplicable prick of jealously and then endearment. His
eyes slid over the dirtied and torn uniform and he could already hear Aizawa-
sensei's rant in his mind.
"I can see that. Civilians shouldn't be engaging in hero work", the hero
answered sharply, though Izuku seemed unperturbed at all, as he kept on cooing
to the little boy. Mirio felt envious again, and wanted to hit a streetlight
with his head at the stupidity of the thought.
"We know. But if I hadn't done something they would have run this kid over",
Izuku answered with the air of total certainty, rubbing the boy's back
soothingly, "Would you please take care of him. We have to get to school", he
flashed a blinding smile at Ingenium, and before the man could answer, the boy
was pushed into his arms. Mirio noted the other, running towards them from the
patch of grass not far away. He had jet black hair and blue eyes accompanied
with a perpetual, terribly adorable scowl. Mirio would have stayed to watch the
pro hero deal with the angry kid, if not for an incessant pull on his wrist,
courtesy of his short and now a bit dirty boyfriend.
***
Playing truant did not go unnoticed in Izuku's case. The moment they crossed
the school gate, the boys bumped into their exhausted, black clad, and sleeping
bag loving guardian angel. The beady eyes looked them over critically, like a
clerk would a fake one thousand yen bill, sending chills down a pair of spines.
"Midoriya. You will go to the support department to get a new uniform. For the
sake of my mental health, I will pretend not to know anything about a certain
car crash involving a certain hero and a certain student of UA, at least until
lunch", Aizawa-sensei gritted out, his voice gravely, as though he just rolled
out of bed. The boys nodded in unison made to sidestep their teacher, but
Aizawa skillfully maneuvered to stand once again between them, "And for playing
truant. I am taking your quirks away for the whole day. Hero classes included",
Aizawa added pulling out two silvery bracelets.
"But sensei!", Mirio started protesting, while Izuku held out his left hand,
too tired to argue. The toll of a whole night spent on his feet and the
morning's excitement weighing him down.
"One more word Toogata and I will turn it into a week", Aizawa hissed, clasping
the bracelets shut around each of their wrists, "And you two better not
disappoint me again", an eager nod and a soft snore answered him.
***
The day's hero training was personal practice, as all days before the sports
festival. But what could he practice if he didn't have his quirk. Izuku felt
stupid attending a class he couldn't participate in. So for the lack of better
things to do, he laid down in the shade and closed his eyes. Sleep came in an
instant as did a blur of red hair, a huge shark grin and cheerful red eyes
taking up the majority of his field of vision a few, too short, minutes later.
"Izu-bro, I need a partner to spar!", Eijirou beams down at him. The boy is
squatting, and Izuku has to choke down the temptation to pat his head and look
for a wagging tail. Something about Kirishima's cheery demeanor, and perpetual
eagerness to live 'a manly life', makes his company welcome wherever the teen
goes. Izuku gives a dejected sigh, before holding up his wrist giving Eijirou a
proper view of the thin, silver, quirk-blocking bracelet.
"No quirk", he mutters, and closes his eyes to dive back into a comfortable
dream. At least he would have if not for a pair of strong hands pulling him up
to his feet.
"No quirk, no problem", Eijirou hums, "I need some hand to hand combat anyway.
You seem the type to float like a butterfly and sting like a bee", the redhead
encourages. Izuku heavily doubts his ability to sting in his current condition,
but lets Kirishima drag him to a small sandy training field anyway. Eijirou, as
always chirps away about his manly routine, and about the manly strength
training he is going to do after their manly sparing.
With far less goading, but no fewer compliments, or as Eijirou puts it
'manliness-boosters', Izuku takes his stance. He spreads his feet and raises
his hands, noting how his guard looks almost shaky compared to the rock solid
defense Kirishima has up. It is admittedly hard to focus, when your opponent
has abs that look like Michael Angelo took the chisel and went wild.
"Ready?!", Kirishima calls, shaking Izuku out of his stupor.
"Yeah", he yells back, the thoughts of shapely abs fleeing his head. In a flash
Eijiro charges forward, and Izuku launches to meet him head on. What neither of
them anticipated though was that instead of using a human speed, the green
haired went full throttle and narrowly missed trampling Kirishima, to stop
nearly twenty meters further. There are a few beats of silence as the
dumbfounded teen stares at him, his shark jaw hanging open, and an accusatory
finger pointing at the small silver circle around Izuku's wrist.
In turn the class 1-A cinnamon roll utters a chain of swears which put even
Katsuki Bakugou to shame in terms of creativity, versatility, and diversity.
These are apparently heard by the blond haired, anger-management-lacking teen,
because a loud instruction to 'shut the fuck up' resonates in the air.
"Aizawa-sensei!", Izuku yells after he has calmed down a bit. Maybe the
bracelet simply malfunctioned. It happened on occasion, it had to, after all
this is just something man made. A few moments later the man appears seemingly
out of nowhere. In reality he crawled out of the neon yellow sleeping bag
hidden by the leaves in the tree above.
***
One Shota Aizawa was already starting to believe Midoriya Izuku was a
punishment sent from the heavens, when the boy directed his innocent eyes at
him, "I think this bracelet is not working. I can still use my quirk", the
green haired teen explains and Aizawa feels like he is in some sort of a
ridiculous sitcom. He half expects Midnight to pop out of the bushes, yelling
something about 'getting him', but when that doesn't happen for a couple of
seconds, he is left with no other options.
"Demonstrate", Aizawa grits out, feeling about ready to choke the boy if he
tampered with the bracelet. He watches Izuku bend his knees, and propel himself
a decent twenty meters into the air.
"Kirishima. Put on the bracelet", he instructs, and the quirk-blocker changes
hands, "Harden your other hand", Aizawa says and rubs the sand out of one of
his eyes, the other trained on Kirishima slowly turning red with effort. After
a few more moments of struggling, and when Aizawa is certain that further
strain may put the redhead at risk of bursting a vein, he stops the experiment.
Of all the teachers, why is he the one to always deal with the most bizarre
problems.
"Midoriya. You are relieved from your punishment. Though I will need to discuss
this with you, your parents, and Recovery Girl", he says softly, mulling over
all the contradicting options. There are only two possible conclusions from
what he had just seen. Whatever Izuku's powers are they are not a quirk or
Izuku is not human. Neither very enticing, both requiring too much effort on
his part.
***
After the not so innocent events of the morning Mirio is more than pent up. So
the moment the door of their tiny apartment closes behind them, Mirio has only
one item on his agenda, and that's his boyfriend's soft pink lips.
Unfortunately he is forced to watch Izuku toe of his shoes and yawn profusely,
as every tiny bit of his self restraint slowly slips away.
"Mirio are you all right?", his small boyfriend asks turning towards him with
slightly bleary eyes.
"Almost", he answers picking the shorter boy up. He hoists him over his
shoulder and proceeds to carry him, like a sack of potatoes, straight to bed.
Come hell or high water, he is going to partially lay this man tonight!
"Mirio are we going to bed?", Izuku asks on the way, unphased by whatever
antics he expects from the taller boy.
"Yeah", Mirio answers with the dedication befitting a knight in shining armor.
"Thank God. I need a nap", Izuku mutters and hangs limply, fully embracing his
inner bag of carrots.
"We aren't going to be sleeping!", Mirio laughs in earnest, his stress replaced
with excitement, "We're going to have fun!", he bellows showing the bedroom
doors aside. Oh boy, will they have a lot of it.
"We a-a-aren't?", Mirio can hear the green haired teen stutter out a shocked
reply just before he dumps him on the bed. He watches his flushed boyfriend,
who has gone suddenly mute and red as a tomato fiddle with the hem of his
shirt. It's not entirely unexpected, but haven't they seen one another naked
more times than they could count. It would just be some kissing, cuddling, and
maybe something more.
"I hope you are ready!", Mirio booms, phasing through his clothing, and
standing in all of his naked glory in front of the green haired teen, who's
ability to circulate blood beyond his face seems perilously close to failing.
He never was much for being uncomfortable with his own nudity so why should he
start now though.
"I think I am going to get a nosebleed", Izuku croaks, probably inching towards
one, but makes no move to get away when Mirio crawls onto the bed, caging him
on all sides.
"Oh you aren't getting one now", Mirio purrs, grabbing at Izuku's chin and
angling his face, to look into those green half-frightened-half-horny eyes, and
he very much likes what he has just seen in them. He doesn't give his boyfriend
a chance to reply as their lips mash together in a heated kiss. He has been
waiting for this since morning, and this time, he wasn't about to let anything,
especially a nosebleed, get in his way.
Mirio shifts slightly, pinning the smaller boy down and kissing more
feverently. Izuku reciprocates easily, even if a little sloppily, but his
movements are sure and grow bolder with each passing moment. Soon enough a pair
of small, slightly rough hands start running down Mirio's pecks and abs, and he
hums happily into the kiss, before separating. The blond grins stupidly,
watching the pink cheeks and the hazed eyes, before he pulls the poorly tied
tie off, and starts fiddling with the buttons of the shirt. Mirio barely can
keep himself from ripping the damned piece of cloth off, as the hands trail
dangerously far below his navel.
"Damn it", he huffs out, struggling with the last of the buttons, as Izuku's
square fingers ghost over his navel and keep reaching lover. The boy under him
giggles, and his fingers grow numb, when Izuku rakes his fingernails through
his pubes and up his abs. The sensation sends lightning down his spine and fire
down his veins. In one swift motion he extracts his boyfriend from the shirt
and moves on to dealing with pants. It would have been so much simpler if he
just had smaller hands. Meanwhile, Izuku reaches back down, but stops short.
Mirio can sense the question hanging in the air, while he struggles with the
belt and the remains of his self-control.
"May I?", Izuku whispers, his soft, gentle voice accompanied by the sound of
the zipper. Moments later the boy's pants and socks lie strewn on the floor by
the bed. However Mirio, never being one for too many words when action was
needed, captures the shorter boy's lips and reaches into the ridiculous All
Might shorts he loaned out just that morning.
He can hear Izuku gasp, when his hand wraps around the hard length. It's
smaller than his own, but he wasn't expecting anything else. For a while now
Mirio was quite sure he was well endowed, and now he was stuck hoping that
didn't frighten Izuku. To assuage his own fears Mirio uses the short moment of
confusion and pushes his tongue past Izuku's lips, feeling out the warm, wet
heat he craved since the whole deal with blasting fireballs started. Izuku
seems frozen as he works him up in long practiced strokes, but shakes it off
quickly. A smaller hand wraps around his manhood, and gives it a few awkward
strokes as though he wasn't sure what he was quite doing. Mirio releases
Izuku's mouth, and the boy starts panting as soon as Mirio starts nibbling and
sucking on his neck. He can feel Izuku's hips buck into his hand and the
movements of the boy's hand grow more frantic. He takes his time working a
decent sized hickey onto the neck, and releases the skin with a wet pop. To his
disappointment though the skin is unblemished.
"Mirio...", Izuku groans beneath him, and he ceases all movement. The boy gives
him a disappointed whine, before adding, "So close...", in a strangled voice.
He can feel his own release nearing, but he has one more thing to try. His
brows draw together, but soon enough Izuku is at his neck reciprocating happily
and very eagerly. Mirio feels the pleasant bite on his skin ease out and knows
that will mark. But he doesn't care. He starts kissing a trail down, lower and
lower, licking the nipple and giving it a soft pinch on his way. His nose and
tongue slid over a shy path of forest green hair and continue below, as Izuku
tugs at his hair and groans in pleasure. Mirio bites and nibbles at the soft
skin on Izuku's thighs, as the boy writhes in pleasure. The spectacle the boy
is putting on in bed is better than any adrenaline high Mirio has ever
experienced. It's intoxicating and completely engulfing his mind, when he
finally releases the white skin from his teeth. He is so hard it hurts, and
gives himself a few strokes which bring no relief, as he licks a stripe from
the balls to the head of Izuku's dick. The teen arches of the bed, with a loud
gasp, pushing Mirio from maybe-a-blowjob to certainly-a-blowjob.
Without further ado Mirio takes Izuku into his mouth and starts slowly sinking
down. He can hear pants and moans above him as he draws back up and hums
happily. Izuku tastes salty, and slightly sweaty, and the green hair of Izuku's
groin tickle his nose mercilessly, but Mirio feels only excitement course
through his veins, and a continuous stream of electricity shoot down his spine.
He craves more. He wants Izuku under him, screaming his name in pleasure. The
thoughts fuel him, as his head bobs up and down again. At some point Izuku's
dick hits the back of his throat and he gags, but doesn't stop. He can feel the
rocking of those slender hips as Izuku starts pushing deeper into him. Tears
sting his eyes a couple times, but he keeps going. With his hands he is
kneading the pliant flesh of Izuku's butt and wonders how their first time will
actually feel.
A few moments pass and Izuku is moaning his name interspersing it with pleas to
stop. There are a couple of things on Mirio's mind but stopping isn't one of
them. And suddenly there is thick, salty substance in his mouth, as Izuku
spasms and rocks his hips harder. The taste is terrible, but he somehow manages
to bring Izuku through his orgasm. When the teen finally stops twitching he
draw his head up and swallows. It was a bit disgusting, but the sight of
Izuku's sated face is completely worth it. Now there are two things he must
take care of. First his own erection. Second he needs to start his boyfriend on
a diet of pineapples.
He sprawls on his stomach, his chin on Izuku's stomach and hums happily when
Izuku combs his fingers through his messed up hair.
"That was amazing Mirio", the green haired teen chimes lazily.
Mirio laughs softly, he could hear how amazing he was all the way through their
first real one on one. Izuku is rubbing at the base of his skull, still feeling
the afterglow, of what was certainly the best and only blowjob he had
delivered.
"Can I do this to you?", Izuku asks excitedly, after a few beats of silence.
"You'd like to?", Mirio asks wanting to let Izuku have his pace, as his hands
ghost over the lean frame. He tilts his head up to meet Izuku's emerald eyes,
and for just a briefest moment he is a little bit afraid of what he sees in
them.
"Yeah", Izuku says and Mirio draws back to sit on his heels. He can still feel
how close he is when Izuku pushes him and his back rams against the dresser.
Seems like the little guy liked it a little bit more rough than Mirio would
have guessed. He could see Izuku's hesitant glance at his own manhood. What
could he do about being a bit above the average?!
"You sure you want to do it?", he asks again, seeing the hesitation.
"Yeah. I just don't think I'll be able to take you all in. I mean you are
huge...", Izuku trails of blushing. Darn it, he wanted to see the dominating
side of his tiny boyfriend in action.
Instead he pulls Izuku in for a kiss. Short and chaste and heavens forbid
without tongue. "I'll tell you what to do, OK?", he asks, and Izuku nods in
mute agreement. "Besides. No one can be bad at giving a blowjob!", he yells and
laughs until Izuku catches his lips in another kiss.
From that moment he could tell that he and Izuku were different. Where's he was
always wild and completely consumed by what he was doing, Izuku was much
slower. He did love the same way he did art, with attention to detail and care.
Izuku was nibbling at his colarbones and peppering his jaw with kisses, while
his hand explored the vast expanse of his chest and arms. Mirio could have
sworn the touch was burning his skin and he was ready to cum before Izuku did
anything significant to him. His boyfriend slowly slid down, kissing a trail
and lingering on his happy trail. He gave it a couple of playful tugs with his
teeth, and Mirio blushed realizing what is about to happen. His eyes follow
every single movement of the boy kneeling between his legs as Izuku takes him
into his mouth, engulfing him in wet heat. He watches the boy's head slide down
as he fists the bedsheets in his hands. It is possibly the most erotic thing he
had ever seen. Mirio is already so far gone he doesn't need much. Before he
knows it he is already seeing stars as thick strands of cum shoot down Izuku's
throat. The boy gags quite loudly but keeps on pushing even when Mirio begs him
to stop, feeling oversensitive to touch. Instead Izuku's hands spread his
things forcefully, leaving two hand shaped bruises. The smaller teen sucks and
licks at his rapidly hardening manhood, while Mirio heaves, pants, and pleads.
In turn Izuku hums contently sinking even lower, as Mirio rakes his fingernails
across his boyfriends shoulder blades. His mind is torn between running for his
life, and the white hot pull of pleasure gathering in his gut again. Izuku
purrs again, and Mirio's eyes fill with tears as he screams the boy's name, his
mind going blank, and muscles slack a moment later. When he comes to his head
is resting against the dresser, eyes trained on the ceiling, as a heavy warm
weight is settled in his lap.
"You are a monster", Mirio mumbles exhaustedly, and Izuku snuggles into him. It
takes him a couple of minutes to even out his breath, and despite the drooping
eyes, he manages to cover them both in a blanket. They can get dinner later.
Chapter End Notes
     Hope you enjoyed it! Leave your feedback!
     Do not expect illustrations, I am good with words, I suck with art.
     Next update may take a day or two more. That's why you got a long
     chapter this time ;)
***** Mystery *****
Chapter Summary
     There are scarier things then a throng of cannibals.
     There are scarier things then a sudden loss of cabin pressure.
     There are scarier things then a crazy guy with power.
     These things tend to go by one name:
     Parents
Chapter Notes
     Hi everyone!
     A fresh chapter straight out of the oven. Had a real hard time with
     this one though.
     Enjoy meeting the parents!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The soft light of the setting sun is filtering through the blinds, and there is
a heavy, warm weight curled up in his lap. Mirio caresses the mess of green
hair, as Izuku's breath tickles chest. It's a perfect sunset, at least as
perfect, as he could ever hope for. Mirio lets his mind wander, as he places a
kiss on his boyfriend's head. He should really take the boy on a date.
Preferably something fun and simple, like their escapades in the forests when
they were still kids. Or maybe he could take him to one of the festivals. They
both brought their yukata after all. They could eat all sorts of delicious
things on a stick, and then watch fire works while holding hands!
Mirio is half swimming in his rapidly growing dream of a perfect date, when the
incessant sound of tapping feet brings him to his senses. His head jerks
towards the door, half expecting to see robbers, whom he could probably deal
with easily, but his eyes are met by a view more horrendous than anything he
could have ever dreamed of. Standing in the doorway are two women in flowery
skirts: Yui Toogata and Inko Midoriya. And his mother is sporting a grin like
she just won a long game of mahjong.
The dreadful woman puts two fingers up in the air and looks pointedly at the
clump of forest green hair sticking out from underneath the covers and snoring
peacefully. This was not the way he planned on coming out to his parents! With
a frantic nod Mirio gives his ok, trying his best to dislodge Izuku from
himself, who even asleep seemed more than upset to let go of his personal
heater. Their mothers shut the door, and in a gut freezing silence Mirio pulls
on a pair of pants and a sweatshirt. What is he to do? What is he to say? How
does he keep Izuku from going ballistic? The questions spin in circles, as he
slides the doors open. Their mothers are sitting on the hellish sofa, as he
slides them shut behind himself.
"I realize this looks very bad, but I can explain everything", he says quickly,
doing his best to keep his naturally thunderous voice down.
His mother looks at him, like a cat does at a very frightened, very delicious
mouse. But a sudden shift on the uncomfortable piece of furniture screws with
the effect slightly.
Yet it is auntie Inko who breaks the silence first, "So I take it, that you two
have something to tell us", she says softly. Her expression is honest and open
if somewhat abashed. That's quite understandable taking into account she just
caught them in a situation which can be interpreted in pretty much one way.
"I guess I do", Mirio says and hangs his head. A snicker rises from the table
and he looks up to see his mother nearly choking on her laughter. Even auntie
Inko is shaking with glee bubbling to the surface, "Why do you always gang up
on me?", he whines watching the two women brake down and holler in
uncontrollable hyena-like cackles.
"Inko we let our two gay children live under the same roof!", his mother yawps,
tears streaming down her face.
"I'm bi!", Mirio huffs, but the remark goes completely ignored.
"Mirio is straight as an arrow he said, he is straighter than a blue line he
said", Inko laughs slightly less loudly, but Mirio is positive now the whole
blocks knows just how gay they are.
"He pined after him for a year. And now they are gone two months and we find
them in bed together!", Yui bursts out, giving Mirio the uncanny thought that
the two would fit perfectly as Shenzi and Banzai in the Lion King.
"The ceiling broke!", Mirio yells, unable to take any more verbal punishment,
lest he selfcombusts with shame and humiliation.
"Yes it broke and that's why you two are sleeping together!", Inko puts
together the story and both woman throw a simultaneous fit of giggles.
"It's true!", the blond tries arguing, but it falls on death ears.
"Oh and look at his neck, ain't that adorable!", Yui hollers and Mirio
automatically slaps a hand over the fresh bite mark staining his skin.
"You'll wake him up!", he shushes the two women, who only laugh louder.
He could have survived the walk of shame with his psyche largely intact if not
for a call, which rips through the air, "Mirio get back in bed!", and suddenly
both woman fall silent, their eyes wide like dinner plates.
"Hohoho booty call", his mother chirps after exactly two beats of silence and
Inko elbows her lightly, trying to contain her own excitement. Mirio can't
quite tell when did two calm, collected, perfect mothers become... this.
Nevertheless he wants to intervene, he wants to divert this train wreck
somewhere safer, anywhere really, but he is frozen stiff when the door swings
open revealing a very naked and very content Izuku. Mirio watches the mix of
fear, disbelief, resignation, horror and then fear again run through the boy's
face in under two seconds, before the door slams shut so hard it nearly falls
of the rails.
"So you took to sharing clothes, a bed and bodily fluids?", his mom asks with
her ever astute humor, and Mirio thinks about phasing through the floor,
stopping midway and ending his agony here and now.
"We d-d-didn't...", the trails off, looking at his bare feet and ripped jeans.
It's been twelve years since he stuttered last. Twelve bloody years! They have
done this to him again!
"Oh shush. We will get everything out of the little one. He can't lie for
shit", his mother hums, despite the disapproving glare auntie Inko gives her.
She was always more neat about their language.
The door slides open again. This time Izuku is wearing Mirio's oversized shirt,
and a pair of sweats rolled up at least a couple times too few, as they pool
around his ankles. Mirio's heart would have skipped a beat at the adorable
sight, if it hadn't been stopped by two women entertaining themselves with his
misery. Luckily Izuku's iron resolve kicks in, as he steps to stand at his side
and doubles over.
"Mom I am very sorry. Auntie Yui I am very sorry!", he barks out the apologies,
stunning both woman into silence.
"That was unexpected", the latter answers, her eyes shifting between Mirio and
Izuku.
"Dummy. There is nothing to apologize for", auntie Inko beams, and Izuku raises
his head to look his mother in the eye. Mirio can see the trembling lower lip
of the boy about ready to burst into tears of relief. The kindhearted woman
turns her eyes on Mirio and suddenly he feels as though he was staring Sauron
in the face, "If anything it's this dumbass who should be apologizing. We just
lost ten thousand yen to Hatori. Unfortunately we both bet that you wouldn't
have the balls to confess to Izuku before you two turned seventeen", Mirio
doesn't know whether to be offended or relieved at the revelation.
"Actually I confessed. He sort of accepted", Izuku whispers red-faced, and once
again an eerie silence falls. Mirio can see his mother about ready to erupt
like Vesuvius.
"Pay up", the sly woman hisses, and Inko reaches into her pocket.
"You bet against me mom?!", Izuku yells, horrified with the sudden turn of
events.
"I am still proud of you honey. I just didn't expect you to act on it", she
chirps leaving both boys thoroughly confused and handing a ten thousand yen
bill to his mother.
"So where is dad?", Mirio asks, trying his best at sounding like the ax is not
about to drop. If his metaphor about the hyenas still held, then the stupid,
loud one was about to make a show.
"Fear not! For I am here!", a voice quite similar to a hurricane in volume and
a jet engine in melody booms from their door, and Mirio prays for a sudden
villain attack, or a meteor shower, or maybe a volcanic eruption. Anything that
would end his miserable existence. A small hand wraps around his own, grounding
him slightly. At least until his father strolls into the room and hoots happily
seeing it.
***
By dinner time Mirio has relaxed considerably. Though he still sticks close to
Izuku making sure not to be left alone with those vultures, which go by
'parents' in public. It's truly a miracle that being raised by three extremely
talented trolls Izuku and him turned out fine. Maybe it was the heaping amounts
of love they were given in between the bouts of intense humiliation. Who knows.
"And that's how I caught him making out with that Obimura boy behind the house.
He thought nobody had seen him! But I did!", his ridiculous father piped up,
ripping Mirio right out of his reverie. Why don't they just hang a rainbow flag
outside and be done with the humiliation. Knowing them they will come in
matching shirts and signs of 'Go forth my gay son!' to cheer them on during the
sports festival. A heel slamming into his foot forces tears into Mirio's eyes.
"Who is Obimura?", Izuku hisses from right next to him, where he was wiping
down the plates.
"I was confused and it was only once to make sure", Mirio mutters back, trying
to contain his tiny boyfriend, who is about to enter Death-Con-Midoriya. He
sometimes still has nightmares about the time Izuku learned that someone
sabotaged his project for their village's science fair. It was the day he was
returning home for the festival. He still remembers how when he stepped off the
bus that day, he witnessed Izuku chasing some poor soul with a whole gnarled
ten meter long tree. At first Mirio thought he was dreaming, until the fuming
boy turned his eyes on him, sending him running faster than he ever expected to
be able. He shuddered lightly remembering the hell and brimstone he saw in them
back then.
Nevertheless Mirio regretted ever snogging one Obimura, when the heel dug in
more. He turned his eyes to mutely plead with Izuku, and with a couple of nods,
shakes and some weird eyebrow tricks only he could pull off they arrived at a
consensus that they will discuss this later. As soon as the pressure on his
foot disappears Mirio breathes out a sigh of relief. Sometimes Izuku seems to
forget just how much power he packs.
They clean the rest of the kitchen with their mothers fussing over how one room
is unused, and what sort of a habit it is to sleep on such a small bed. Mirio
makes tea, while Izuku sticks around, probably as willing to dive into the pit
of vipers as he is.
"So why did you come by?", Izuku finally asks, when they are all settled. Poor
thing, he is not yet aware of the Sports Festival antics Mirio's parents pulled
last year. He is not yet aware what sort of a ride they are in for this time
around.
"Oh we came to see our boys perform in the sports festival!", Hatori Toogata
boomed brandishing his fist in the air. This couldn't possibly get any worse.
Mirio could already see the kitchiest of kitchy banners his parents are going
to wave. Izuku is going to flip when, without a doubt, it happens.
"And Aizawa-sensei called. He said he has some urgent issue to discuss with me
and you", auntie Inko supplies mysteriously. Mirio frowns, what could she be
talking about?
***
It has been a while since she had some alone time with her little Izuku. To be
honest her son might have even grown a couple of centimeters since he left
home. Also there is something about him, light and airy, like some of his
worries had gone away. She recalls that it might be what love does to people.
Inko can honestly say it fills her heart with joy and eyes with tears. However
as soon as they sit down Izuku grows a bit somber.
"Mom, who were my real parents?", he asks the question that Inko was sure would
come some day and every day would be too early. She can't give him the truth,
but she can give him the next best thing. She doesn't know if she will ever be
ready to tell him what really happened.
"They were good people, but they died in an accident which only you survived",
she says the same practiced lie that she and her husband have devised long ago.
"I know, I know", Izuku answers staring into his cup of tea, "But who were
they?", he asks again catching Inko unprepared. Unconsciously she chews on her
lower lip, trying to figure out what to tell her son.
"Why the questions Izuku?", she asks softly, trying to stall for time. She
can't help that it breaks her heart seeing her son now fixating on where he is
from. Perhaps one day he will be ready to learn that.
"Please mom. I've gotta know", her boy says with determination written all over
his face. She can't say no to him, that would just make him search more, and he
would ultimately get to the bottom of the truth.
A tired sigh escapes her lips, "From what I learned from the adoption agency
your father was a scientist. I don't know much about your mother, but she was a
real beauty and both of them loved you very much. You have her eyes, and his
freckles, though I still wonder who you have this unruly hair after", she
counts out, ruffling her sons unkempt locks. He laughs softly, seemingly
appeased for now.
Her whole life Inko Midoriya was a simple nurse. She was also a simple woman,
never having to be burdened by the complexities of living in a dynamic, large
city. But she knew some things were best left hidden away in the basement of
their small rural house, at least for a little while longer.
"Is Mirio good for you?", she asks changing the subject before Izuku can ask
any more questions. She is more interested in how her best friend's son is
treating her own anyhow.
"He is perfect", Izuku smiles brightly waving his hands animatedly. Inko can't
help but laugh, even if she knows that a day when she will have to let her son
go is coming quickly.
***
Their parents end up staying in a small hotel not far from where they live. It
is truly a wonder that neither of them has seen that coming. That evening
laying in bed Mirio is reading 'The Art of War', which Sir Nighteye suggested,
when Izuku opens the door to their bedroom. He has a towel wrapped around his
hips and another draped across his shoulders. Mirio feels his mouth grow a
little dry as his eyes slip over his boyfriends lean frame. He can only imagine
how Izuku will fill out throughout highhschool and it does funny thing to his
heart.
Izuku makes it for the dresser, but when he is about to rummage for a pair of
fresh 'shorts', because mind you Mirio's boxers are shorts as far as the little
man is concerned, he shrugs and steps away. Mirio's eyes follow the soft shapes
of rippling muscles as Izuku hangs both towels on the chair and slips into bed.
It's a little cramped now, but Izuku quickly climbs between his legs and rests
his back against Mirio's chest. Mirio can see the red tips of Izuku's ears, and
places a reassuring kiss on his boyfriends damp hair. He really got used to his
closeness, and the warmth of another body pressed against his own. Izuku
reaches for his own book, something about famous Japanese scientists, he got
earlier today, and starts carding through it at his super speed. The turning of
pages is so fast one could mistake it for machine gun fire. Mirio shifts his
own book to the side and reads over Izuku's shoulder, ignoring the distracting
noise to the best of his ability.
They continue at it for a couple of minutes, with Izuku exchanging the book for
their old laptop and researching some of the names he wrote down. Mirio can't
help but loose interest in the ancient scripture and peer in interest over
Izuku's head. Soon enough he rests his chin on it and Izuku leans more into the
touch. Mirio can feel his mouth twist in a small pout seeing as all the
scientists are men, died in a car accident and had freckles. He knows where
this is heading. He has seen Izuku dig into his past a couple of times already,
and always come back devastated and empty handed.
"Izuku is this about your dad?", he asks cautiously. He knows that Izuku is
adopted. The boy mostly seemed not to mind where he actually came from, having
such a loving family would do that even to the most depressed orphans.
"Yeah. Mom said he was a scientist and that he died in an accident with my
mom", Izuku spills. So that is what they were talking about over their coffee,
while his parents were pestering him about safe sex. Mirio couldn't help but
feel he drew the long straw on this one. He wraps an arm around Izuku's middle
and brings him into a closer half hug.
"Why is it bothering you now?", Mirio asks softly. His fingers caress his
boyfriends stomach, as he tries to get Izuku's bottled up worries out before
they end up hurting him.
"I'd like to know where I am actually from", Izuku sighs shutting the laptop.
Mirio can feel the small frame go stiff and rubs Izuku's stomach gently.
"And?", he queries. From experience he knows Izuku doesn't need much prodding
before he spills the beans.
Izuku chuckles, but remains slightly stiff, "I found no one matching my mom's
description of my biological father", he trails off for a few moment and
reaches one hand to scratch Mirio's neck, "Do you think she could be lying?",
he asks in a whisper. Mirio stops his movements and looks around Izuku's
shoulder. He catches emerald eyes filled with confusion and something like a
vice squeezes his chest.
"I don't think auntie Inko could lie even if her life depended on it", he
reassures, and Izuku smiles at him. Soon enough they settle for the night.
Tomorrow is the last day before the Sports Festival and classes are going to be
shortened. They were planning a date, but with their parents here they might be
forced to adjust.
Chapter End Notes
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***** Meteorite *****
Chapter Summary
     Rocks give us insight into our plantes history. For Izuku Midoriya
     they seem to do just a little bit more.
Chapter Notes
     Hi everyone! You are wonderful. The avalanche of ideas coming my way
     from you is already arranged for future fics in this AU. Some may be
     one shots, others will probably turn into full blown story arcs.
     Anyway for now enjoy another part of the story!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
It's the last day before the sports festival, and for the benefit of the
students and possibly to increase the bloodlust, the last lessons of the day
have been canceled. So being the perfect boyfriend he is, Mirio is sitting with
complete focus directed at the sheet of paper on his desk, which he patiently
fills with date ideas. These ideas in turn end up being crossed out just
seconds later, after he convinces himself against them. All this is happening
while Aizawa-sensei gives them a history lesson.
So here he is, with movies, restaurant, aquarium, swimming pool all crossed
out. First of he wants to talk to Izuku, second he can't afford, third is
boring, fourth once again no talking. Mirio is starting to believe he is not
such a genius boyfriend after all, when the perfect idea shows itself. They are
going to go hiking, just like when they were little. It's perfect! It's simple,
cheap and they can talk. He can even take a small backpack with food and a
blanket. Mirio grins at the thought and looks up to meet Aizawa's dead tired
eyes. They convey the untold message, of either focus or get-the-fuck-out-of-
my-class. Luckily with his mind at peace Mirio can do the former, even if he
ends up fidgeting a little.
***
The last class of the day is geography. It is possibly the most boring subject
on earth and has everyone in the room groaning. Even the uptight and official
class prez looks like he is ready to sell his soul to avoid suffering through
another lecture by dear, old Cementos. To be truthful, the hero's teaching
style is the equivalent of his quirk, sturdy, reliable, consistent and
excruciatingly boring. In fact it is so terrible that Katsuki has enough even
before the class starts. The only exception is the green haired boy sitting
behind him. Izuku always knew he was 'the nerd', the more obscure the subject
the more he knew about it. So despite having average grades at school he could
tell apart and name a good number of constellations visible in the night sky,
probably deal with some university level math problems, and possibly distill
some of the best moonshine in the village. Luckily there is only proof for the
first two of these claims.
Cementos walks into the classroom slowly, the man seems in no hurry to start
the lesson and lags with him a huge box of what everyone assumes is rocks. The
hero was hinting at this lesson as though it was an early Christmas, trying to
get them excited about magma, volcanic eruptions, meteorites and what not.
Truth be told Izuku was pretty excited about meteorites, he had read
extensively on them after learning about the meteor shower over their village.
It had occurred when he would be two-ish maybe, nevertheless it was a big part
of their lives.
The hero starts the lesson, passing out various rocks and going into detail
about their origins, properties, uses and what not. Izuku doesn't pay much heed
to most of the stuff the teacher is saying. But his breath hitches, and Katsuki
scoffs, when finally Cementos pulls out a small green geode. Izuku's heart
skips, as his pencil makes the first mark on a crisp, clean, white page, ready
to be filled with every word falling from the teacher's lips.
"As you all know meteorites are rocks that fall from space. Most often they are
pure iron, but around fifteen years ago a shower of meteorites fell on one of
the smaller villages in the north", he says, and raises it for everyone to see,
before passing it forward. Izuku feels slightly uneasy seeing the mineral,
"This crystalline structures were at the hearts of meteorites. Scientists are
still discussing how it came to be that such a strange crystal formed", the
teacher explains and the rock slowly makes its way around the class. He can see
the glistening geode in Ochako's soft hands. The moment it is passed to Ashido
Izuku feels his muscles cramp up slightly, and his skin itch. When Eijiro turns
with the meteor rock to Katsuki for a few seconds to show him something Izuku
feels his skin burn and muscles contract suddenly. His insides feel as though
they were on fire and tears involuntarily flow up to his eyes, and ears fill
with static. Luckily Katuski smacks Kirishima on the head and with a pout
Eijiro passes the rock on, giving Izuku momentary reprieve from the hellish
feeling. Maybe he is sick, but he hasn't been sick in years. The pain takes him
by surprise, when the rock once again snakes its way towards him. This time its
worse, its so much worse! Cold sweat drips down his neck and face, soaking his
shirt and his vision fills with black spots. Izuku feels like hurling, when he
tastes bile, and blood on his tongue, but his muscles aren't listening to him.
A dull ache reverberates thorough his skull, and suddenly he can't even breathe
right. He is gasping as though all the air in the class suddenly disappeared.
The world disappears from his eyes in favor of black nothingness...
"Shit! Midoriya got a nose bleed!", he hears the explosive teen through the
roar of static filling his ears. The heavy feeling in his chest lightens
gradually and Katsuki's voice grows in force. The A pair of firm hands pull him
from his desk and help him out of the class room. Whoever this is they must be
quite strong to drag him along, as his feet still fail to cooperate with him.
Gradually his vision comes back, and as soon as the door closes behind them he
can taste air again. Izuku heaves deeply as though he just ran a million miles,
and barely holds down his lunch. There is something warm trickling down his
face, and covering his chin. Blood... oh right, Katsuki said he had a
nosebleed, but he doesn't get those.
"Brocolli head! Oi! Dumbass!", Katsuki jostles him, not helping one bit, but
whatever this panic attack was and whatever caused it had passed, "Get moving
we are going to the nurse", the blond snaps, and Izuku swears there is just a
shade of concern hidden below all those layers of anger. He would have pointed
it out if he was in any condition to deal with the explosive reward he could
get.
Instead Izuku huffs out his agreement too tired to say much more. They trudge
down the empty halls, with barely minutes separating them from the end of the
school day. Izuku leans heavily on the blond, who half carries him at a
surprisingly patient pace. He can hear Katsuki grumble something about Izuku
being heavy for someone so short and chuckles lightly. Looking down he can see
the blood staining his shirt and tie, and wonders how he is going to explain
that one to Mirio.
Finally they arrive and Katsuki dumps him on Recovery Girl's bed, with a short
explanation. By now he feels perfectly fine, save for feeling terribly dirty.
However the moment Bakugou closes the doors behind him Recovery Girl goes on
the offense. She is so attentive that for a brief moment Izuku fears she might
also want to check his prostate. Instead the aged heroine makes him recount the
events leading up to his blackout. She nods every step of the way, as he tells
her about the sudden onset of weakness, and the strange rock. Something about
her tells Izuku she has this already figured out, and that there is far more to
the rock than he deemed possible. He can smell the lie behind the warm facade
when she tells him it is probably nothing, just stress from the upcoming sports
festival and to take it easy today.
***
Shouto Todoroki has seen what one Izuku Midoriya was capable of during the
quirk assessment. He has heard the teachers talk how he took out a beast with
immense regenerative powers, which could absorb seemingly endless amount of
force. And it bothers him. He is gunning for the number one spot, and he knows
that when fighting, sometimes one has to fight dirty. He knows it is a bit
late, but still he files the form for the use of equipment during the school
festival, and a single sliver of the green meteorite inside a metal tube.
Midoriya Izuku has no quirk, and yet he has powers beyond those of a mortal.
The thought gives Shouto an itch he can't quite scratch. He has finally met
someone, thanks to whom he can prove that he is the best without his father's
powers.
***
Mirio has one thing to say about Mighty Candy Crush, the game is extremely
addictive. He is tapping at it furiously when familiar red sneakers come into
view. However when he looks up he can't keep a frown of his face. In front of
his stands his pint sized boyfriend, he is clean and seems unhurt, despite the
fact that the whole front of his shirt and the poor excuse for a tie are
stained red. His eyes slip over the stains and the plain freckled face, but he
still can't find the connection.
"That's your blood?", he asks. Izuku never had a rebellious phase, so maybe it
just kicked off, and if it did that would mean the green haired boy will become
a handful for the next couple of months at least.
"Yeah", Izuku drawls, hardly happy to confess.
Mirio can feel his frown deepen, and a small pout form on his face, "What
happened?", he asks, leaning in to inspect the stains more thoroughly.
"I got a nosebleed", Izuku replies curtly. No stammering, no flinching, no
fidgeting, that could mean only one thing. There is more to it.
"But you never get nosebleeds, not even with me walking around naked all day",
Mirio ponders, causing a couple of students passing by to give them weird
looks.
"I know", Izuku answers quietly and scratches the back of his head, before
looking him in the eye, "Could we go home, I really want to change", he adds.
Mirio relaxes his expression back into his usual smile, "Sure, but after you
clean up, would you like going on a date?", he asks. He watches the dumbfounded
expression on his boyfriend's face turn to one of pure joy, when he finally
processes the words.
"I'd love to", the pint sized hero beams up at him and grabs his hand. Mirio's
chest feels warm in the same pleasant way it always did when the boy wonder was
around, before he lets himself get pulled along home.
***
"Did the subject respond to the meteorite?"
"Yes. Mediocre discomfort at four meters. At two it gets more violent. A
blackout occurred at less than a meter"
"Perfect"
Chapter End Notes
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     Feel free to leave ideas. I will gladly incorporate them into the
     story line I have prepared.
***** Memories *****
Chapter Summary
     It is said that humans are made up of memories, both the good and the
     bad
     makes us who we are.
Chapter Notes
     I've been itching to get this chapter out. Like really! And just this
     morning I was force to cut it in half because it was too darn long.
     Anyway enjoy and leave your thoughts!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Izuku has quite some trouble remembering the last time the sunset was this
beautiful. Of course this may have something to do with his head resting
against a particular broad, muscled chest, and the oxytocin running amok in his
veins. He sighs contently nuzzling into the warmth, as a broad arm snakes its
way around his waist to bring him closer.
"So you fainted when that piece of meteorite was close?", Mirio surmises the
conversation they had on their way up here, and Izuku looks up to see the teen
rubbing at his chin with his other hand. Izuku is pretty sure he is seeing
signs of first wheat colored facial hair and an image of his boyfriend with a
five o'clock shadow runs rampant in his head.
"Yeah, and I felt weak, and sick, and it hurt like hell", Izuku grumbles, and
takes a large bite out of the onigiri his better half made while he was trying
to get the blood out of his shirt and tie. Mei-san is going to have head for
this if she makes it into individual battles tomorrow, he is sure about that.
After all she did make him a special non-tare shirt and pants after he told her
a bit about his quirk.
"Maybe we could have Recovery Girl run some tests?", Mirio asks, with a small
frown. Their eyes meet as Izuku thinks the option over. She is by far the most
knowledgeable person about quirks. If this is a quirk at all, that is.
"Good idea", Izuku beams a smile at his boyfriend. He tries to hide his worry
behind the huge grin.
"Sure is!", Mirio booms giving him a thumbs up, "Speaking of you, are you going
to use heat vision in the tournament?", Mirio wonders.
Izuku falls silent imagining the destructive power turned on his peers and for
just a short moment he is not as certain as he would like to be.
"I know you are worried about hurting your classmates, but I am pretty sure
they wouldn't go easy on you if they had it", the blond adds, jostling him
slightly. Izuku takes another bite of the delicious onigiri just to have a
reason to stay silent some more. If he was in Katsuki's or Eijirou's position
would he hold back on himself. Probably not.
"I already use it to make you toasts. So I might as well use it for hero
business", he concludes, and sees Mirio brighten. It's always so easy to get
his big dork happy and excited. And as always he underestimates Mirio's
perception just a little bit.
"So what are you worrying about this time?", the blond asks, and Izuku feels a
tightness in his chest. The same one he felt when he was carding through the
book on Japanese scientists looking for his biological father. It's unwelcome,
intruding on his moment of happiness during their very first date.
"I am not sure I believe what my mom told me about my biological parents", he
finally chokes out. The words fall like lead, weighing him down more than he
would like to acknowledge. Mirio pulls him closer, and wraps another arm around
him in a reassuring hug. It's as though his large boyfriend can read his mind.
"There are a couple of days off scheduled after the tournament. Perhaps we
could go home then and snoop around?", his tall boyfriend whispers into his
ear, and Izuku can't help the smile spreading on his face. A strange mix of
feelings fills him, as Mirio starts running his fingers up and down his side.
"I didn't know you are one to snoop around big man", he muses slyly. In turn
Mirio's large frame shakes against him in muted laughter as a large hand moves
to play with the hair on his nape.
"A hero sticks his nose in people's business", the blond simply answers, before
invading his field of vision, leaning in for a kiss.
***
The morning of their walk to school is warm and sunny. Izuku always loved the
way the sun warms his skin and sinks into it. He also loves it because it makes
his freckles stand out better. Today they are taking a shortcut they use on
occasions to get to school ahead of time. It's a small alley running behind a
good number of delicious smelling restaurants and some of the weirder shops a
modern, high-tech city has to offer. Izuku is mentally preparing for the
onslaught of their parental cheer-leading squad, while Mirio chirps away about
improving the katsudon recipe by adding some soy sauce, when suddenly a group
of men cut them off from the front. Perhaps that shortcut he pulled Mirio into
was actually a bad idea.
"Hey, hey boys! Looky what we got here, two school kids. Easy, peasy, lemon
squeazy money from their parents I tell ye!", the guy who looks like a poor
crossover of a tarantula and octopus croons. His pincers click excitedly and
Izuku can't shake the feeling that this must be the monster from some kid's
nightmares. He feels Mirio's hand release his, as the older teenager raises his
fists readying for a fight.
A quick glance over his shoulder tells him however that the five guys in front
aren't as big a problem as the seven guys behind them.
"Mirio I am taking the back, you are taking the front?", he asks quietly,
turning to face the kidnappers on their rear. He doesn't need to see the nod,
and the friendly smile to know that Mirio wholeheartedly agrees to the division
of labor.
"Bad news villains! You are facing UA students!", Mirio hollers, and with a
deafening yawp launches at his share of the villains ready to deliver some much
deserved self-defense.
Izuku jumps forward ready to strike, but before he can feel his fist make
contact with the nearest kidnapper he is already tumbling through a familiar
and much unwelcome pitch black portal.
The next moment he is stumbling through the dark, his feet catching on what
seems like an endless number of obstacles laid out on the floor. Luckily he
manages to find his footing before he falls face first. The darkness recedes,
as his eyes gradually adjust, revealing an assortment of tables and chairs. The
air hangs heavy with the smell of dried up beer, sweat and piss, a mix that can
only be attributed to one place, a pub. But before Izuku can start looking for
a way out something shifts in the blackest corner of the room, and he readies
his stance again. Izuku lets his eyes heat up, ready to blast whoever emerges,
be it Kurogiri or another one of those Nomus. His breathing is heavy as he
watches the person slowly shift in their seat. By now he can make out a pitch
black suit, and strange looking helmet obscuring his kidnapper's face.
"Who are you?", he barks, but the man makes no attempt to answer. Instead he
flicks his wrist and a small ball starts making its way through the air. Izuku
steps to the side, not wanting to get caught in whatever quirk the villain is
about to use. Yet the moment the ball is within a couple meters away it start
glowing bright green.
"Shit", Izuku breathes, as the orb lands on the floor and starts rolling
towards him. In a bout of uncoordinated flailing he starts stumbling back from
the treacherous rock, as his muscles stop taking his orders. The room is
illuminated by a soft green light, as his limp body hits the table and then
slides down to the floor. There is something warm trickling from his forehead.
In a desperate attempt at freedom he crawls away. Izuku finds it hard to
believe that the red which suddenly covers half of his world is his own blood.
He does not bleed!
"Shit", he grates out again, feeling his muscles resist any form of his own
control. Over the buzzing in his ears he can hear muffled footsteps, slow and
deliberate, like whoever is responsible for this mess is taking his time
savoring the victim's helplessness. In a valiant effort he moves his hand and
tries pulling away again, but his kidnapper kicks the meteorite fragment so
it's resting just out of his reach and lighting up his face. Bile rises in his
throat again, and tears turn the world into a bloody blur. His head hurts as
though it just took a beating with a baseball bat, and everything but breathing
seems beyond possible.
"What a lovely shade of green", a low, raspy voice drawls and steps forward.
The man places the tip of an elegant shoe beneath his shoulder and without any
effort flips him over onto his back. Izuku can feel his vision turning spotty,
as every cell of his body screams in pain. The villain standing above watches
his struggling with interest from behind his black helmet. Slowly yet steadily
Izuku's eyes slip shut as his world turns to searing pain.
***
Mirio applies his trademark eyestab-feint to the last of the villains and lets
the man slip from his punch to the ground. He is panting heavily, but the fight
was at best a warm up compared to what he is going to face during the sports
festival.
"Izuku. We got em!", he booms with a voice full of victory, looking around in
search of his green haired boyfriend, "Izuku?!", he calls again, but the street
is empty save for a couple of passers by, who haven't paid any mind to a
villain attack gone wrong. "Izuku!!!", he yells now, frantically sweeping the
alley for any sign of green unkempt hair, or bright red sneakers. No, they
couldn't have taken him! His mind starts rushing and he picks up the closest
villain. The man is out cold but a couple of strong slaps across the face bring
him back to reality quickly enough.
"You! Where is Midoriya Izuku?!", he yells in the dazed man's face. Anger is
boiling in him, if those people took Izuku he is going to rip out their hearts,
hero work be damned.
The villain spits some blood but doesn't answer. The boy can feel his fists
clench, and shake with anger. His face goes dark, and he punches the man in the
gut, only to receive a hollow, hoarse chuckle.
"Answer me!", he bellows hitting the man in the jaw. When that does not do the
trick he punches again, and again, until the man's face turns blue. The villain
spits out a couple of teeth and smiles at him tauntingly. Mirio's anger washes
over him in a huge wave, and before he can realize what he is doing his hand is
inside the men's chest, ready to materialize and turn his heart into shreds.
"Talk!", he barks, and the villain beneath him freezes. He can see the
villain's fear, he can smell it on him, and it gives him unbelievable joy,
"Talk, or this hand turns your hurt into slush", he adds narrowing his eyes,
and pushing just a centimeter further.
"You wouldn't!", the villain croaks, and a small trail of blood oozes out of
his mouth and down his chin.
"Would you bet your life on that?", Mirio grinds out. For a moment he doesn't
believe the voice that just came out of his mouth belongs to him.
"Kurogiri", the villain chokes out, and Mirio removes his hand only to land a
heavy, knock out punch.
His hands are shaking with fury, and disbelief as he pulls out the phone. He
has just threatened to kill someone, how could a hero do that. He is unfit. His
fingers are numb as they tap out Sir Nighteye's number. Mirio can see a single
drop hit the screen just before he raises the phone to his ear.
"Sir, My friend has just been taken by the League of Villains", he barks into
the receiver before the man on the other end can even get a word out. He fears,
his voice breaking, as his eyes lock onto the body of the man he just
threatened to kill.
***
Izuku wakes up with a start. Immediately he tries moving his arms and legs, but
a firm set of chains and handcuffs is holding him in place. Normally he would
have torn right through them, so why can't he now?! For a moment he stops
struggling to take in his surroundings. He must go at this logically, he must
stay calm, he can't panic. He is chained to a chair, in a basement of some sort
judging by the lack of windows and the light coming from a single bare light
bulb above. Not far from him there is that same rock which his kidnapper used
earlier to disarm him. That means that meteor rock takes away his powers, not
just causes him pain and that is very, very bad.
He starts fighting against the restraints again, making the metal cut deep into
his skin.
"Damn it!", he yells pulling with all his strength and gritting his teeth when
one of the restraints cuts his skin. He can feel blood ooze out of the wound.
This is surreal, his skin can't be cut!
His struggling is cut short when the door behind him swings open.
Izuku cranes his neck trying to see who the villains responsible for kidnapping
him are. He watches the man made of dark mist, Kurogiri, and the villain who
used the stone earlier enter the room. So its the League of Villains, but why?
"What are you going to do to me?!", he shouts, trying to rip free the
restraints, but the villains ignore him. The smartly dressed one is busy
pulling up a chair, while Kurogiri pushes a table filled with syringes and
scalpels within the man's reach. Izuku watches the man wearing the black helmet
appraise them, before turning his attention to him. Izuku can't help but
swallow. With a source of light it looks far more threatening. Kurogiri is
standing of to the side, his eyes filled with curiosity and interest, and his
hands clasped behind his back, ready to fulfill his master's orders.
"So you are the famous Izuku Midoriya", the man drawls, and Izuku's eyes snap
back to him. The boy's lips twist into a thin line and watches the man, who
cocks his head curiously at him. "But perhaps we can be civilized enough to
start with introductions. My name is irrelevant, but soon enough you will be
referring to me as Sensei. In lieu of this explanation I will divulge to you
that you've been abducted and will now be processed towards servitude in favor
of a greater cause, the League of Villains. That being said, utilizing my quirk
I will first read and then extract all memories from you. Afterwards I will
modify them and replace the ones I see fit, as to grant myself your unwavering
loyalty", the man explains slowly, and a heavy weight of fear settles in
Izuku's gut. His breath hitches, as his eyes skim over the multitude of tools
at Sensei's disposal. They glint eerily in the overhead light, as pictures of
their application fly through his mind.
"Ah, I see you are afraid. Very good, fear is such a sweet concoction. It will
facilitate the process", he says with something resembling glee.
Izuku can feel the scowl twist his face into an angry mask and tugs even harder
on his restraints. They dig further into his flesh, as sharp pain shoots up his
arms.
"You see I do not know what you are. But I can tell that these abilities of
yours is not a quirk. Most likely you are not even human. Maybe you are a quirk
experiment gone wrong. Though here I do not care for your origins. To me you
are just a pawn", the man rasps in a bored voice.
Izuku clenches his fists and tugs harder, hearing the material metal creak
ominously. His hands are now coated in blood, be isn't going to let some freak
lobotomize him just for his own benefit. He pushes through the pain, feeling
the metal grind away his muscle, and thick liquid trickle down his fingers onto
the dirty floor.
"It's no use young one. Surrender yourself", the man says placing his hands
gently on the sides of his head. They feel like ice, as though the man, ready
to erase him from existence is already dead. And the next moment he is sucked
into a whirlwind of color, taste and sound, of all his past invading his head.
There are scenes he tries to push away, to hide in the deepest corner, where
the man's slimy tentacles wouldn't reach. The happy memories of Mirio are
dragged up first. Their date yesterday, their intimate fun, the years of
suppressed feelings, the tight, warm embraces, they shared on rainy days. It's
as though he had lost complete control of what he is seeing, meanwhile the
villain is browsing the most intimate moments of his life. Then his mother, and
father, his happy childhood in their small village, the red blanket waving in
the wind, strapped around his shoulders. Every time he uses his power the man
takes interest. Gradually he reviews earlier and earlier memories, which turn
from sharp edges to blurs and sensations. He can smell something sweet, and see
his red blanket. He can feel soft, slender hands lay him in what seems like a
crib, just before it slams shut. He hears a deep, rumbling voice, in a tongue
he shouldn't be able to comprehend say "We must save our son", and his blood
freezes, when for just a split second his vision focuses on a tiny object in
his hands, a pentagonal medallion, with the letter 'S' on it. The conversation
continues, "We will sent Iz-El to place he will be safe, a pr--", the memory
fades out, and for a moment he can feel the deathly cold hands on his skin
again, just to refocus again, "under the yellow sun his powers will flourish".
The memory cuts of abruptly.
He doesn't even know when he starts screaming, just that by the time the man
let's him go his throat is hoarse and raw. Sensei leans back and stretches his
shoulders, releasing a heavy sigh. "You've had a very beautiful life Izuku or
should I call you little guy, like that Mirio does", the man speaks softly and
Izuku's will to fight flares up again despite the numb pain in his wrists, "Or
maybe I should call you Iz-El like your parents named you", Izuku can feel the
tears flowing freely from his eyes now. Whatever this man is saying, these are
not his memories. This is not possible, this is just the beginning of, this is
just another thing the man wants him to believe. He hangs his head, and sobs,
wondering how much time he has, before all the things he loves will be wiped
from his mind. How long till he forgets his mother and father, till there is
not even the faintest memory of a bright smile, of a warm, gentle heart.
"Kurogiri I have an event I need to see today. Please tend to our guest's
wounds, and we will continue at it tomorrow. For now enjoy our hospitality my
new rook, and your last moments with the memories of your loved ones", Sensei
drawls and stands up. The doors shut behind him, but Izuku is no longer
struggling, just watching the tears fall into his lap, as darkness envelops
him.
Chapter End Notes
     I hope you liked this as much as I did ;)
     The Sports Festival will be split into 3 chapters most likely. So I
     had to throw in a bit of this and that into the already written
     story. I hope you'll like it.
***** To hide in the clouds *****
Chapter Summary
     Sometimes to reach freedom you have to go through some very crappy
     places.
     Izuku Midoriya learns that first hand.
Chapter Notes
     Hi everyone! Another chapter of (hopefully) your favorite fic!
     With a rare, but nevertheless a sidepairing I quite enjoy.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The first thing invading Izuku's senses are the smell of mold, the pain
radiating from his wrists, and his blood feeling slightly too cold for his
body. Izuku takes in another breath, inhaling the dust of the dirty floor,
which his cheek is pressed to, and acknowledging the dried up and shriveled
muscle in his mouth which is supposedly his tongue. Laying on the floor, he has
a good view of the soft green glow radiating from the other corner of his cell.
It is all slowly coming back to him now. The whole brainwashing shindig, the
absurd memories of him supposedly being an alien, the man in the suit, and
Kurogiri.
"Damn", Izuku groans, in a voice more befitting Vito Corleone, than a teenage
boy. Sitting up feels like a terrible chore. The room is dark, and moldy, with
a single mattress, which for some reason is not occupied by him. The walls are
lined with pipes, though these too seem to have seen better times too. Other
than that it contains one, very terrified, yet very pissed teenager, who is not
yet ready to sell his soul. As the remainder of his senses goes on line, he
notices a major wardrobe swap.
"Not my uniform", he croaks bitterly, feeling his fear, simmer into cold rage.
Mei-san made it especially for him, and now he is sitting in some torn up
pants, without even a shirt to look halfway decent. Luckily there are small
mercies and he still has his underwear.
"Shit!", Izuku yells, getting to his feet and feeling all his muscles protest
more eagerly than underpaid factory workers. A bare cell, with the fucking
meteorite taking away his powers and weakening him do not bide well, "Fuck!",
he adds releasing some of his frustration, before proceeding to a stream of
expletives, which could probably cause a headache even in the most seasoned
villains. His heart is still pounding and his head and bandaged up wrists
throbbing, but at least he can think more clearly without the unreleased anger.
Slowly he unwraps the bandaids and gauze covering his wrists, revealing all the
places his restraints cut his skin. Slowly he runs his fingers over the
sensitive red scars. He is healing slowly, very slowly, must be because of the
meteorite. He needs out, and he needs it before the man in the suit comes back
to turn his brain into mush. Izuku starts pacing the cell back and forth,
recalling everything he knows about quirks and their physiology. Something must
apply to why the rock weakens him.
"All quirks rely on certain physical or psychological properties. If so, the
meteorite interacts with my quirk in a way that is either somatic or physical",
he mutters and spins around with his back to the meteorite, before taking a
step a closer. The pain in his veins flares up immediately, and Izuku jumps
back to his secure corner.
"Physical", he adds, "There are a number of ways two physical objects interact,
excluding inorganic, sight, smell, taste, sound, radiation. My
case...radiation", Izuku concludes, turning to look at the rock with a very
evil grin, as his eyes wander over the multitude of pipes.
***
He doesn't know how much time has passed, as he rips the heavy plumbing off the
walls and throws it to cover the gleaming rock, but what he does know is that
he can get closer and closer to the doors, and that just fuels his
determination. He is down to the last pipe, and already sweating with nerves,
when the familiar hum of strength returns. The relief is so overwhelming Izuku
can't help but laugh. The sound he utters seems a little maniacal, but he
doesn't care. Now he can make it out, and he is going to turn this shit hole
into rubble while doing so.
***
Mirio barely recognizes the voice which comes out of his own throat. It's shaky
and uneven, as his mind races ahead of his speech. He does his best explaining
to the famed number one hero and his former sidekick sitting in front of him
the events of the morning's fight. He is about ready to confess just how he got
the name of the villain responsible for kidnapping Izuku, when his tongue goes
stiff.
It isn't that he wouldn't go above and beyond, it isn't that he wouldn't do
anything to protect Izuku. But this, what he could have done, nobody would have
forgiven this, no matter how high the stakes. Mirio tastes bile in his throat,
and then the salt of his tears, as he realizes just how sick he feels with
himself. The ruckus his thoughts makes drowns out all the other noises in the
rooms, and whatever All Might is saying to him.
"Mirio, Mirio!", the voice of his mentor, Sir Nighteye, tears through his
panic. He looks up to meet the cold golden glare of his mentor forcing him to
reign in the terror raging in his mind, "Are you with us?", his mentor asks, in
a tone far softer than usually.
"Yes. Yes I am", Mirio can hear his voice from far away.
"Will you become my successor m'boy?!", All Might booms, and Mirio's chest
clenches. He had dreamed about that day, and yet now he feels like he is about
to drown, like he is unworthy of the goal he was working towards for a whole
year.
"Yes!", he hollers, "Yes I will!", he adds in his boisterous tone, getting to
his feet, fist clenched and face engraved with determination. He is going to
erase his sin! He is going to write his wrongs!
"Than eat this!", All Might yells holding out a single hair plucked from one of
his gravity defying bangs. Mirio can't help but see this as very anticlimactic.
***
The underground proves to be a labyrinth designed to entrap anyone who would
have been bold enough to venture into the villains' lair, and hold them running
through it like a rat does after cheese. Fortunately, whoever designed this
dump, did not expect the rat to pack enough power to punch clean through a
wall. So for what seems like the last twenty minutes Izuku is knocking down
walls, speeding through large rooms, knocking out villains and burning through
everything else in his path. It lasts that way until he finally bursts through
a wall just to fall into a sewer. And as ridiculous as it may sound he has
never been more grateful to be covered in shit.
"Fuck!", Izuku yells, he is starting to understand why Katsuki swears so much.
That's not like him, but then again not everyday do you get kidnapped,
tortured, imprisoned and promised another royal mess. Anyhow he is digressing,
at least it's a sewer, so that means he is somewhere under a city. With a quick
look around Izuku locates the faintest sliver of sunlight, and his heart soars
the moment he finds the tiny spot shine onto his face. A few moments later with
a grunt, and another loud curse Izuku pushes the manhole out of the way and
crawls out onto the hot pavement. Izuku flips onto his back, letting the sun
soak into his skin.
"This was so meesed up", he huffs sitting up after a few moments and taking in
the view of a small crowd of onlookers gathered around him. It is probably not
everyday someone comes crawling out of the gutter. Izuku beams them his most
friendly smile and gives a short wave before getting to his feet. Luckily most
people seeing that he is not dead, injured, insane or up to no good disperses
nearly immediately, save for one tiny blue haired girl and her exhausted
looking mom. Izuku's eyes wander over the square looking for any indication of
where he is, when he sees a huge, colorful screen broadcasting Todoroki-kun
dispatching a fifteen story robot with a single move. His eyes grow wide, as he
realizes that Todoroki is indeed extremely strong, and that the sports festival
is already under way!
"I forgot the festival", Izuku panics before turning to a small girl, who just
cleared her throat, "Hey little girl. Where am I?", he says in his most
amicable tone. In turn the six-seven year old pinches her nose and hugs her
green stuffed bunny closer to her chest.
"You are in Hosu stinky-san!", she yelps backing off and Izuku's eyes bulge.
How in...oh right, Kurogiri.
"Thanks little girl. Cheer for me in the race", he grins down at her, before
turning around to dart of towards the Tokyo highway.
***
He is nearly out of the city, when a silvery glint in one of the darker alleys
catches his eye. Izuku is pretty sure every second counts, but at his speed he
has got a lot of time at his disposal. So instead of heading straight for
Tokio, he does a sharp turn and goes to investigate. The alley he finds himself
in is one of crappier ones he has seen. It does however have one upside, it
contains one his favorite heroes fighting some guy who looks more or less like
a villain. Izuku does a quick double take noting there is no one in the
vicinity, before moving into action.
First he melts the man's sword, it's disgustingly jagged, but then again the
villain looks like he is in desperate need of a shower, a tailor and a barber,
so possibly his equipment is equally stale as his scent. Izuku jogs over and
looks over the hero who is battling the villain. Luckily Ingenium seems
unharmed, he caught the fight before anything happened, darn it. Izuku watches
the villain's face turn to him a fraction of a millimeter at a time and swears
he has seen the guy somewhere. Maybe on TV or was it a newspaper. Ah, never
mind. He pats the villains chest, and slows down to normal human time, just to
watch the villain go flying out of the alley like a cork out of a champagne
bottle. Having that out of they way he turns to the Turbo Hero, eying the super
cool armor with glee.
"Hello Ingenium-san. Sorry for intruding! I though you were in trouble! Glad to
be of assistance! Have fun! Your armor is sooooo cool!", Izuku chatters away,
and before the hero can get a word in disappears out of the alley leaving a
cloud of dust behind.
Later that day the paper publishes a glorious headline. "Turbo Hero Ingenium
Captures The Hero Killer Stain". The official report where Tensei Iida clearly
outlines that a half naked, covered in enough crap to fertilize a garden, green
haired speedster smeared Stain all over the wall goes largely unread.
***
"LAAADIES AND GENTELMEN! THE LEADING CONTESTANTS ARE BAKUGOU KATSUKI AND
TODOROKI SHOUTO!", Present Mic croons at his top volume. Why did he have to be
left behind when all the other members of the faculty were dispatched to go
look for Izuku Midoriya, the class 1-A cinnamon roll. Even Aizawa had gone, and
he wanted the ever gloomy man to watch him comment. Aizawa almost smiled every
year watching him goof off. And that's precisely when the monitors on his far
left flared up.
***
Surprisingly the students have dealt with all but one of the 'zero-pointers',
and after the mornings frustrations, he is more than willing to take it out on
that piece of junk. But there are more important things to do. All right, they
can wait, Izuku's mind concludes, as he plants his bare feet in the dirt,
spreading his legs for stability. A might yawp saturated with all his anger
tears from his throat and an equally powerful laser fires from his eyes aiming
straight and true for the soon-to-be-wreck.
Two obstacles further nearly every student freezes seeing a beam of pure red
light shoot through the sky and then a gigantic explosion send a wave of hot
air their way. But that is not the scariest of all, a cry so angry, and so
frustrated reaches their ears, that compared to it even those uttered by
Bakugou Katsuki in a fit of rage seem like the sweet melody sung by a hippie.
Next comes some sort of a pit with islands and ropes. Here Izuku can already
see some of the students staggering behind, but a massive leap is more than
enough to bring him a step closer to victory. He will show the world who is
gunning for the hero number one spot!
The next field seems strange, the students are stepping on it slowly, and it is
only when he sees Katsuki and Todoroki fighting it out on the very end when all
caution goes out the window. Izuku super speeds straight through the center,
after all this is just an empty field. It is sort of funny that the ground
emits clicking noises, but maybe it's glass or something. He remains completely
oblivious to the cloud of pink smoke and loud detonations flaring up in his
wake. Katsuki and Bakugou apparently notice him charging straight for the win,
as suddenly they both abandon their tiny feud in favor of putting all their
power into propelling themselves through the last hundred meters. But what use
can it be against a man who can take them in two leaps. The stadium draws near,
and finally Izuku passes through the gate marking the finish line followed by a
cloud of dust, and undoubtedly a very putrid smell. His bare feet skid on the
concrete, until he stops near the dead center of the huge pitch.
"I am here!", Izuku announces to the deathly silent stadium at the top of his
lungs. His voice is hoarse and far more squeaky than he would like. But he is
here, he made it out of the villain's lair, ran a couple of hundred miles,
sliced a zero pointer clean in half and crawled through shit to be standing
here! And be he damned if he does not take the number one spot!
"Ladies and gentlemen it seems that we have an unexpected participant", the
commenter says, the mans voice brimming with awkwardness, and Izuku can hear
the bustle rise in the stadium, "No! No! Folks! This is Izuku Midoriya! Student
of class 1-A and the winner of the first competition in this year's Sports
Festival!!!", the man amends with vigor, and the crowd erupts in a roar of
cheers. Izuku pumps his fist into the air and turns to see Todoroki and Katsuki
cross the finish line, both nearly ripping one another's head off again, and
both equally stunned to see him standing there waiting for them.
"You?! YOU!!!!!", Katsuki screeches so loudly that Izuku is tempted to guess
that he too has a quirk with multiple powers. Either that or he is Present
Mic's bastard son.
"Me!", Izuku beams smugly, holding up a small peace sign. His calves are
burning for the first time in ages, and yet he can't get enough.
***
It turns out that being kidnapped by villains is likely to cause a lot of
complications. First of all the sports festival is delayed with a half an hour
break. Much to Izuku's delight as it affords him a lengthy shower and a
probable visit to Recovery Girl, who can very well want to murder him for being
so careless. For that she may have to get in line, since he will most likely be
facing a very worried boyfriend, a pissed homeroom teacher, and a set of
parents straight from the depths overprotective hell. So taking that into
account he may very well try and get the gross stench out of his hair and skin
again, despite the fact that he is using slab of cement to scrub and the tube
of shampoo is already empty. Izuku closes his eyes, and breathes in the warm
air of the locker room, relishing in the feeling of clean water trickle down
his face and chest. A short inspection of his wrists prove that the scars left
by restraints are still there. How can a quirk respond to a piece of rock, how
can it erase his quirk, but Aizawa-sensei can't. As much as he doesn't want to
believe it his quirk is unique not only in the amount of power it grants. Izuku
turns around and closes his eyes, letting the warm water relax his shoulders
and neck.
He wants to keep his mind focused yet his memories flash before his eyes again.
It's as though the man in the suit unlocked a valve that has been kept tightly
sealed for all those. He can see the woman with flowing black hair and his
father's bright green. His skin tingles in all the places they made contact.
But that is not the worst of all. Most of his memories are hazy at best, save
for the picture of the strange pentagonal medalion. He can see every detail,
every etching, the silver and black intertwined to form an intricate pattern
with a single letter 'S' in the middle.
A loud rapping at the cabin's door forces Izuku to open his eyes, someone tall
is standing behind the glass doors, and apparently they are not of the patient
type, since not even two seconds after the knocking stops it starts up again
with more force.
"I'll be right out", Izuku says tiredly. It's hard for exhaustion to seep into
his bones, but he feels beat up none the less.
"You better be!", a familiar voice booms and before he can even towel off Izuku
opens the door to find Mirio. The teen is wearing his LeMillion costume, and
Izuku's heart stutters when he sees the mix of fear, relief, and happiness
cloud the boy's ever smiling expression for just a moment. Without thinking he
throws himself at Mirio knocking the larger boy to the floor. He remembers
Sensei's words, about cherishing his memories and tears start falling from his
face, as he nuzzles into the fabric. "I was so worried! Every teacher in UA was
sent out to look for you!", Mirio chatters animatedly, while Izuku clings on to
him for dear life and shakes with sobs. A pair of warm arms wraps him in a
strong embrace, just like every time something bad happened. "We were going to
scour the city!", Mirio adds. "And then you show up out of the blue just to nab
first place in the race!"
"Sorry Mirio", he wheezes, and rubs at his eyes. He never thought he would be
this relieved while waiting to be scolded. But all Mirio is giving him was a
warm look, filled with something very, very soft.
"I love you Izuku", the blond whispers, sitting up, and Izuku can feel his
cheeks catch fire and heart stop. It's not that he didn't know, but they never
explicitly said it to one another. He swallows, trying to get rid of the lump
which formed in his throat from the sickening mix of fear, sadness and anger.
"I love you Mirio", he chokes out, buck ass naked, sitting in Mirio's lap with
the boy clad in his hero costume. The confession is far from perfect, but it is
the type of awkward they grew used to over their short time together, "I never
want to lose you", he adds under his breath, remembering what happened in the
poorly illuminated basement, and letting his hands grip the course fabric. A
small part of him fears he may still be stuck back there, in the dark room with
only the glow of the meteorite to keep him company.
"You never will", Mirio whispers, rubbing away a stray tear. Izuku leans into
the touch, letting it ground him in reality. This is his reality, and he is
going to cherish it like he never did before.
A persistent knock on the door of the locker room breaks the mood. "Midoriya. I
need you out here quick. We have fifteen minutes to get you back on track and
ready for the next event!", Aizawa-sensei calls. Mirio hoists him to his feet
easily, but Izuku is reluctant to let go just yet. For the second time in his
life he felt very human and very mortal, and it scares him for too many
reasons.
***
The event which follows the race is the cavalry battle. And the moment Izuku
learns that his head is worth one million points he knows that everyone will be
after it. To no surprise even his friends Ochako and Tenya are gunning for him,
let alone Blasty, and the remainder of 1-A. Izuku is sweating, seeing as more
and more people find their teams. He runs up to Eijiro, but the boy is of no
help. He almost thinks that he is a lost cause, sentenced to dropping out by
default, when a certain tired looking, blue haired teen approaches. He bears
uncanny resemblance to the girl he met earlier today. However Izuku can't quite
place him, he hasn't seen him in either of 1-A or 1-B. That would mean he is
not from the hero course at all. Also the boy is quite tall, sporting a smile
so smug, that Izuku has no doubt there is more to it than just being a front.
"Hi!", he beams at his last hope for finding a team.
"Hello. You are Midoriya Izuku?", the teen asks slowly and his smirk seems to
grow by a fraction. Izuku bites the inside of his cheek seeing as the boy has
no visible quirk. Never the less a single teammate is better than none.
"Yep. Want to pair up with me?", Izuku sends him his brightest smile, and can
see how taken aback the boy is. For a moment it seems like he is about to
decline, maybe he was just making sure he knows who to target.
"Yeah. Gladly. Shinsou Hitoshi", he answers instead, and extends his hand. The
grip is firm, even if the palm is cold as all hell.
"What's your quirk?", Izuku asks automatically. His brain working overtime, as
he looks around for anyone else to recruit. His eyes fall Ojiro-kun, who seems
to be looking around and Izuku waves at him.
"It's brainwashing. If someone replies to me I can order them to do basically
anything", Hitoshi confesses, somewhat uncomfortably.
"Awesome, that makes you a perfect candidate for the top. It gets the most
attention, hence your quirk will be easiest to use, you just chat them up and
no problem", Izuku answers, and sees something akin to blush cover Shinsou's
cheeks, "By the way call me Izuku, Hitoshi", he beams another smile at the
tired teen, before turning to his tailed companion.
"Hey Mashirao", he smiles at the teen, before pulling him closer to his so far
two man team, "I was wondering, maybe you would like to team up. Hitoshi here
can brainwash others so he is perfect for the top. You have your tail,
undoubtedly a great attribute for the vanguard, and with me as the horse you
have nothing to fear", he pitches the idea, pointing in turn to the blue haired
stricken boy and then himself.
Ojiro looks doubtful, but a quick look around shows that all the others have
assembled and the time is running short, so with a sigh he agrees.
"You get them little man!", Izuku hears the booming cheer from one of the
closer stands, and shoots a thumbs up in Mirio's direction. Ultimately his
boyfriend had to drop out of the tournament, so he settled on cheering. And boy
did he cheer, Mirio Toogata was a one man cheer-leading squad with the voice of
a Lion King and the shamelessness of a Kardashian. In short, if given a chance
he could be great entertainment or great embarrassment. He was dressed in their
school's exercise outfit now and waving a huge blue and red flag with the
letters 'Midoriya For The Win'.
"And that's who?", Hitoshi asks, pointing his thumb at Mirio.
"That's my one of a kind boyfriend", Izuku answers with a smirk.
***
As expected the cavalry battle is a massacre. The moment the whistle blows
every single person is after them, and barely halfway through Hitoshi's voice
starts growing hoarse from all the highly creative diversions he is pulling.
Some of the more interesting ones included juggling the top for two minutes.
Though it took some persuasion for him not to completely eliminate teams
standing in their way.
Nevertheless there are bigger concerns closer to home. That is that team
Todoroki, or rather Powerhouse Todoroki and Baku Squad are on their tails,
what's worse both seem hellbent on getting to them and nabbing the one million
points. And they are doing extremely well, because somehow Izuku now finds his
team backed into a corner.
Desperate times call for desperate measures, "Hitoshi, Mashirou, both of you
jump on my back and hold on as though your life depended on it. We are going to
disappear in the clouds!", Izuku hollers over his shoulder, seeing as Todoroki,
with Tenya at the front are getting dangerously close to flanking them. He
feels two pairs of hands wrap themselves tightly around his neck and two pairs
of legs clasp around his middle, just before he digs in his heals, seeing
Todoroki and Bakugou speed at him.
"Hold on!", he yells bending his knees and pushing as much force as he can into
the jump. His hands clasp firmly under Mashirou's ass, to keep both of his
teammates in place, he has to get his timing just right. The earth leaves his
feet, as he launches into the air at breathtaking speed. "Hold ooooooonn!", he
croons over the shrieks of terror emitted by both boys. The air rushes past
him, making his eyes tear up at the pressure. This should buy them a minute,
two at most. And he has to get the landing right, but he can be concerned with
that when they start falling, for now he gets a few moments to relax, despite
how loud both of his teammates are yelling. Shinsou seems to have regained a
fraction of his composure since he is now cursing Izuku all the way back to the
seventh generation of Midoriya's, and a few moments later even Mashirou shuts
up. Slowly it is getting much, much colder, as they are ascending ever higher.
They pop through a small cloud, but the speed has greatly decreased.
"Oh God!", Shinsou croaks, all the screaming must have ruined his throat. The
view is truly breathtaking, some forty thousand feet above the ground
everything seems so small. The stadium is the size of an ant...
"Can you guys keep this up until the end of the timer?", Izuku asks, already
sensing how close to the trip down they are.
"Yes.No.No!", Mashirou hollers, while Hitoshi seems lost for words when the
wires about how fucking fast they will be falling connect.
And then the world starts accelerating downwards, and the conversation shifts
into a mix of shrieks of terror and Izuku angling his body to try and thread
this needle. He should have thought this through better. A good minute of
falling later things start coming into perspective, like the stadium, or
Izuku's idiotic idea, especially when they narrowly miss a helicopter filming
their fall. He is pretty sure a screaming blue blur is not much of an
interesting subject, than again he is not a media expert. His teammates cries
are deafening as he turns to land on his feet. He must get the pressure just
right. His muscles go taut, as the stadium flies towards them at rocket speed.
And not a moment later his feet touch the concrete. Izuku bends his knees and
angles his body allowing every muscle in his body to absorb the shock. They
seem to have survived the first jump, now just two more. Izuku watches the
concrete around him crack in ever increasing circles, until there is a good
twenty feet in diameter crater from their landing, and four very motivated
teams already closing in.
"We are alive", Hitoshi stammers out in a voice which points towards a probable
quick loss of consciousness.
"We a-a-aare", Mashirou confirms, and two pairs of hands and legs wrap
themselves more tightly around him.
Todoroki and Bakugou on the other hand waste no time with attacking. Indeed a
wall of ice encircles them not twenty seconds from the moment they land, and an
explosive blond projectile punches through it not twenty five later.
"Sorry guys. One more time", Izuku croaks before shooting up again in a flurry
of horrified squeals, and death threats.
***
The break that follows the cavalry battle is spent by whole team Midoriya in
the bathroom. There is a number of good reasons for it. First one being that
the moment their win is announced Hitoshi darts to the bathroom so fast that
Izuku contemplates the possibility of him being Ingenium's bastard son. Second
Mashirou looks like he is about to faint himself, and third Izuku really wants
to be a good teammate and make sure both of his friends are all right.
And that's where he is watching Mashirou hold Hitoshi's hair with shaking
hands, while the boy is puking his guts out into the toilet.
"I am really sorry. It was the only solution I could think of", Izuku tries
comforting them, only to be answered with another hurl, and a pointed look from
Mashirou, who seems to want a bucket himself, "I really am", Izuku says once
again and directs his gaze at his massacred red sneakers. If he doesn't take
them off for the final round they will really become unusable.
A loud sigh answers him. "We are not angry. It was simply scary. Maybe not for
you, because you are... you. But if Hitoshi or I had fallen from that height we
would be dead. If anything went wrong we would be dead. You got reckless and
any miscalculation on your part could have gotten us killed", Mashirou answers
flatly, though Izuku can sense the worry in his gaze which is fixed on their
blue haired companion. Shinsou coughs a couple of times, and Mashirou starts to
rub soothing circles on his back. Izuku can't help the corners of his lips
turning up, seeing the endearing interaction.
"Izuku I'm going to kill you if we meet in the final fights", a gravelly croak
comes from the stall, and a small smile graces Mashirou's face, "And you Monkey
King", Hitoshi chokes out, and adds a good deal of puke to the end of the
sentence, "Go on a date with me", Hitoshi croaks, completely unaware of just
how red his blond savior turns at the words.
"Umm... Sure", Mashirou stammers out, and Izuku takes it as his cue to leave
the two boys alone. After what he witnessed making out is highly unlikely,
still maybe the two love birds need a little bit of privacy. In one of his
trademark flashes he sweeps out of the room, just to find himself face to face
with his beaming boyfriend.
"You were awesome little man!", Mirio booms, "I love you!", he adds no less
softly, before pulling Izuku into his arms. He thoroughly ignores all the
students wandering the halls during the break. "Now come on, I got a card for
the treasure hunt saying to bring something I love", he adds hoisting Izuku
over his shoulder.
Chapter End Notes
     I hope you liked it! Leave your love, and your comments! I had some
     trouble writing this chapter, though a bungee jump proved quite a
     useful reference as to how terrified both of Izuku's teammates must
     have been.
***** Kindling *****
Chapter Summary
     The past comes back, always. Izuku Midoriya is one of the people who
     tends to face it like a man.
Chapter Notes
     Sorry for the long wait. Halloween celebrations, and then a hangover
     caused a major difficulty in completing this chapter.
     On the bright side, I might be starting to work on a sort of special
     for this AU (a one chapter oneshot regarding one of the marvelous
     ideas you, my beloved reades, posted in the comments)
     Have fun! Leave feedback! Hero on!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Izuku doesn't get much rest between the sports events. That is mainly due to
the fact, that he being used as 'something you love' by your already rather
famous boyfriend, not only nets you the love of a crowd, but also quite a big
number of plushes. However Izuku can tell something is off about Mirio. He
seems too cheerful, too brimming with energy and apparent relief after the
morning ordeal. It's almost as though he was living their sixth grade homeroom
teacher's motto 'fake it till you make it'. Basically that just adds to Izuku's
problems, which turned from zero to too many before lunch.
First of all the villains know his weakness. Second of all something is wrong
with Mirio. Third, these fake memories of his parents and the peculiar,
pentagonal medallion are surprisingly believable. Fourth, he is getting a major
headache from keeping track of just how down the shitter everything is going.
Fifth, in fifteen minutes he is going to learn who he is fighting, and as this
is UA, there is no way on earth he is getting through this unscathed.
"Iz-El", Izuku mutters his supposed name, walking down the well lit corridor.
His eyes stay trained on a pair of All Might flip flops the scarily thin
teaching assistant, Toshinori Yagi, lent him. For sure they are a bold and very
telling fashion statement, and Mirio would have loved them when they were
younger. These are better than walking barefoot, still they are not exactly the
choice of footwear he was having in mind for today. Izuku once again sighs
longing for his red sneakers. What could this name stand for? Was it an
accident that his name is Izuku? Just how real should a fake memory feel? He
grits his teeth, quickening his pace and trying to refocus on the task at hand.
"Midoriya", Todoroki's rough voice reaches his ears, stopping him short of just
turning the corner leading towards the students' stands. The match-ups are
about to be announced and he has no intention of going in blind, even if there
are but a couple of people he would fear. But there is something pressing in
the mismatched boy's voice, the baritone is laced with the kind of urgency that
Izuku could never ignore. He isn't going to start passing by other people's
problems now, especially when this someone is his troubled classmate.
"Hello Todoroki-kun!", he beams at the colorful boy. Sharp, focused eyes, and
the rapidly cooling air catch his attention, his instincts scream to get away.
However Izuku remains fixed to the ground, observing his menacing classmate
near, until they are but a foot away. Their eyes lock, and he is determined to
win this stand off, despite the disadvantage of height he is at.
"Today I am going to prove I am the strongest", the mismatched boy states, his
tone is calm and even, but Izuku can smell the rage rising off of him. In the
background he can hear Midnight announcing the pairings but pays them no mind,
too focused on the teen right in front of him, "I have seen what you are
capable at USJ", Todoroki adds with the grit of determination in his voice. So
someone had actually caught on to his actual strength.
"I will not back down from this fight", Izuku answers. Something tells him that
Todoroki is going to do anything to win, and he doesn't like the implications
of that in the light of his recent captivity.
"But you must know first why I am going to be the number one..."
***
Izuku's senses are numb as he slips off the yellow flip flops at the edge of
the fighting stage. The cold of the stone bites into his feet, grounding him
slightly, and pulling his mind away from the vivid flashing images of
Todoroki's childhood. Izuku sighs eying Eijirou, even when about to fight he is
all warm smiles and friendly demeanor. But his eyes doesn't stay there. They
trail up the audience towards, one of the exits, were the man at fault stands,
pro hero Endeavor.
A hollow punch rocks him on his feet, as a bleary image of Kirishima comes into
view. When exactly did the fight start? Izuku scrunches up his brows, trying to
focus on his opponent. The boy is yelling something, as he punches again and
again, ripping his uniform with his hardened skin. It takes Izuku a moment to
register that one of the punches just hit him dead center in the cheek, and yet
he didn't fall. An image of a white haired, terrified woman burning Shouto
flashes in front of his eyes, and he feels like puking. Nobody deserved a fate
like this.
Eijirou jumps back panting. He is saying something again, and putting forth
genuine effort Izuku manages to claw back to reality.
"Come on, fight!", the redhead in front of him encourages, with his never
ending enthusiasm and optimism. It's kind of a wasted effort on Eijirou's part
since it only makes him more hugable than worthy of a punch. It's ironic that
his quirk is hardening, maybe it was the nature's way protect such a soft
heart...
"Soft heart. I have to help", Izuku mumbles more to himself than anyone, and
looks up at the board, as an idea slowly takes root in his head. If he beats
Eijirou and Shouto beats Mashirou than... A punch to his gut startles him, but
it does no damage, except for making him stagger a couple of steps back.
"Eijirou", he says quickly, and dodges for the first time in the fight, much to
the crowd's delight. But this has an adverse effect and now the redheaded boy
assaults him with doubled effort. "Eijirou, stop please", he pleads grabbing
one of the fists flying at him. His grip tightens, but Eijirou keeps
struggling, despite his complete lack of ability to get out of the hold. A
strong kick rattles Izuku's ribs, and he is pretty sure it would have broken
something if he was a normal human. "Eijirou give up", he says slowly, making
sure the boy hears him. But instead of doing the reasonable thing eyes full of
disbelief meet his own.
"Give up?", Eijirou grits out, "A man never gives up!", he bellows, and lands
an uppercut to Izuku's chin. The contact sways him. and for a split second he
can see pure fear in Kirishima's eyes, when possibly his strongest blow does
nothing to rattle his opponent. Just the sight of horror in those red, warm
eyes makes Izuku's gut clench. Can a quirk as strong as his even exist? Eijirou
strikes again, this time more frantically, but the half baked punch has no
effect.
"EIJIROU STOP!", Izuku yells to the struggling boy, before giving him a push,
and sending him skidding back until he lands on his ass.
"That's the spirit!", the redhead booms scrambling to his feet. Izuku doesn't
understand what drives his classmate, there is no way to win and yet Eijirou is
still pushing forward. Moments later they are locked in combat. Kirishima
dishes out enough punishment to put the inquisition to shame, but Izuku is
unwilling to back off. They trade blow for blow, he knows he is acting and
maybe cheating, but he needs to let off some steam. Eijirou lands a mean punch
to his gut, and follows with a hook to the back of his head, sending him to the
ground. So this is what it feels like to be human. The realization grounds him,
gives him something to lean on, as Eijirou jumps on his toes and pumps a few
punches into the air.
"LADIES AND GENTELMEN MIDORIYA IS DOWN!! WILL HE GET UP TO FIGHT AGAIN?",
Present Mic croons, and Izuku can't help a low chuckle escaping his lips.
"Hey Eijirou! Sorry about that!", Izuku hollers from the ground, looking at the
redheads astonished face. In a flash the green haired boy lets loose all his
energy and rips forward, to deliver a powerful punch, it's just three, maybe
four times stronger than what he would expect a human to take. But the momentum
combined with the force sends Eijirou staggering back.
"AND LADIES AND GENTELMEN LOOKS LIKE MIDORIYA IS BACK ON HIS FEET AND ON THE
OFFENSE", Present Mic roars through the speakers.
Izuku watches Eijirou cough a couple of times, before he rights himself, and
puts the guard up again. There is the same determined gleam in the red eyes,
the same one he saw in Todoroki's and suddenly he knows what he has to do. He
just has to keep his promise, give the fight his all.
"Eijiro, prepare yourself", he barks, a smirk is dancing on his lips, as he
leaps forward. The air around Izuku stretches like a rubber band. It is on the
very verge of bursting into a shock wave when he slows down before the redhead.
Eijirou attacks instantly, though it looks like he is suspended in syrup, so
his fists are moving fractions of millimeters. "Sorry Kiri", Izuku mutters and
taps his chest, just before slowing down to human speeds.
A couple of things happen very quickly after that. With a loud, and very
surprised yawp Kirishima goes flying out of bounds, the stadium falls deathly
quiet, and high up in the commentators booth Yamada Hisashi is truly speechless
for the first time in a decade. Luckily his quick wit and dashing persona, or
at least that's what he believes, allow him to be the first to snap out of his
bafflement. Even his vice-commentator seems to be watching the exchange with
disbelief and awe. In truth Aizawa tries to calculate the number of days to the
end of his loyalty contract with UA, and whether one green haired student is
going to graduate the school before then.
"Eijirou Kirishima is out of bounds. Izuku Midoriya wins!", Midnight proclaims,
just before a roar of baffled noises can overshadow the result of the battle.
***
"I heard a lot of heroes saying that you have an awesome quirk and that they'd
happily have you for a sidekick. A lot of them admired Kirishima-kun too. He
put up such a brave fight. I heard some guys call you the boy of steel, wonder
if that will catch on", Mirio beams down at him with just a tad too much
enthusiasm. But Izuku's mind lingers on the words Todoroki said, 'I will not be
like my father'. Hell if Shouto's behavior so far is anything to go by, he is
turning out just like his grade A parent.
"Hitoshi!", Izuku calls down the corridor seeing the owner of a mane of
purplish hair scurrying away towards the stands. The boy stops cold, eying the
pair of overly loud and overly excited teens chasing him down the hall.
"Hi Izuku. Hello Toogata-senpai", he mutters, rubbing at the back of his neck.
But before Izuku can even open his mouth Mirio starts a cannonade of questions
no one was expecting.
"You are Hitoshi Shinsou? Son of Sakurai Shinsou, the manga artist who draws
Satoshi's Great Adventure?!", Izuku turns his head to look at Mirio who seems
about ready to burst with excitement. His eyes flick to Shinsou who in turn
seems to deem any place, hell included, a much more pleasant alternative to his
presence here. "Looking at you... You must have been where Shinsou-sama got the
idea for Satoshi, he has the same mane of blue hair!", Mirio exclaims and Izuku
can't hold back a snort. Mirio ignores him, but Hitoshi's pleading gaze speaks
volumes.
"Mirio, Hitoshi might want to rest up. I think he just came out of a fight",
Izuku pulls at Mirio's sleeve, but the the large oaf is going full fanboy on
the blue haired teenager, and his frenzy is not even anywhere near its peak.
"Do you know what will happen in the next chapter?! If your father bases some
of the things happening in the manga on your life will Satoshi get in the hero
course?! I hope he will! I really do!", Mirio rants on in a booming voice,
completely oblivious to the invisible mixture of embarrassment and annoyance
brewing in Hitoshi's gut, but very apparent on his red cheeks.
"You know what?", Shinsou cuts Mirio off before things go from bad to worse.
"WHAT?!", Mirio pipes up and Izuku can already see the treacherous smirk
blooming on Hitoshi's face. His head snaps to see the glossed over, blank stare
Mirio has, as all motor functions are seized by the blue haired boy.
"Hitoshi", Izuku warns, raising his hands and hoping for the best. He doesn't
expect the boy to do anything vile per say, but Shinsou has a prankster vibe he
is not willing to test.
"Get your boyfriend, kiss him senseless until the next fight, and forget you
know me", Hitoshi says slowly, and Izuku doesn't know whether to slap him, or
thank him. "Oh and Izuku this is for him. Dad gave me a couple of copies. Good
job on Kirishima. Won my fight against Ashido. Debt's paid. Bye", Hitoshi fills
him in on possibly every detail he wanted to ask before pushing a copy of the
newest tome of 'Satoshi's Great Adventure' into Izuku's hands. If this is some
weird thank you he is really going to kill that blue haired...
Izuku doesn't get to finish the mental threat, as all thoughts are knocked lose
when a pair of strong hands swoops him up. Seconds later he is pinned against
the wall by a very sizable boyfriend of his. Apparently in control or not,
Mirio is more than an eager kisser, since his mouth is already being prodded
open by a nimble warm tongue. This is largely inconvenient situation is going
to last for a while, after all they are just halfway through the first round.
Worst part, Izuku thinks he just heard a click of a camera going off.
***
"NEXT FIGHT TODOROKI SHOUTO FROM THE FAMED TODOROKI FAMILY VERSUS MIDORIYA
IZUKU, THE BOY OF STEEL", Present Mic hollers over every available speaker.
Izuku is half conscious from the lack of oxygen, and very turned on by the
large hands roaming his body. Damn Hitoshi, he is going to get back at him for
this. Not only that, his lips look as though he was just punched in them, and
if he bruised, his neck would look like he just got mauled by a starved
vampire. He inclines his head to look up at a pair of startled black eyes and a
very deep frown.
"What happened?", Mirio asks, still not quite understanding why he is standing
half naked in the bathroom, when moments later they were in the corridor
talking to ... to whom exactly?
"Later. Big man. I got a guy to save", Izuku huffs out, still dazed as though
he just took a hand grenade to the face, and trying to will a tremendously
persistent boner away. In a couple of skillful shifts, he manages to slip out
of Mirio's grasp and bolt for the door, leaving his boyfriend to whatever
treacherous fate he may encounter at a semipublic bathroom.
***
The moment the match starts Izuku is determined to do one thing. He is going to
push Shouto to his utmost limit, until he finally acknowledges his power as his
own. This plan basically has only one step, so it should be pretty easy to
remember. However accomplishing it is another matter entirely.
As soon as the whistle blows he is ready to put Todoroki on his ass. But Before
he can take a step a barrage of ice engulfs him completely, sending his world
into darkness. Frost bites into his skin, as reality is replaced only by two
sensations, cold and dark. Izuku listens to the ice building up all around him,
until everything falls eerily quiet. He grits his teeth, and brings forth all
of his power into the one move his classmate can not know. His eyes heat up,
until a beam of pure red power bursts forth, shattering the ice around him, and
drilling a way out. Moments later Izuku pulls away from his icy prison,
tunneling at a leisurely pace.
"I am going to push you to your limits Todoroki", he breathes out a puff of
white steam. The darkness around him is slowly transitioning into dark blue,
and than soft aqua shades, as he burrows out of his icy tomb. Izuku shakes his
head, ending the beam. His eyes sting, and he can see the frost covering his
forearms and calves, as he sinks his fingers deep into the last layer of the
solidified water. The cheer of the audience is almost audible now, but he pays
it no mind as in one strong jerk he rips out of the icy burial to the world of
wild sounds and vibrant color. The sun settles on his face and for just a
second Izuku allows himself the pleasure of closing his eyes and basking in its
warm light.
He opens them to a view he had not expected. He though Todoroki would have been
the one gloat about his express win, but he is just standing, observing, and
analyzing.
"This is all you have?!", Izuku bellows and suddenly the cheer cuts off, "You
want to save people with that?!", he asks pointing behind himself, and watching
a frown form on Shouto's face. "Going at half your power, you are not a true
hero, you are just a selfish wannabe, too stuck on your past, to acknowledge
their own power!", Izuku hollers, his hands clenched. He observes the shift in
expression, through surprise, to rage, as Todoroki's hand dives into his
pocket. "So bring it! Bring everything you have got! This is your power! Show
it!", Izuku roars, and charges at the half-hot-half-cold teen.
But before his punch, controlled, softened, short of injuring, but in range of
incapacitating can connect a green flash of light stings his irises. It's just
the shade he grew to associate with one sensation, pain. Izuku's muscles
loosen, and then contract as he looses his coordination mid air. Next thing he
knows is how hard the ground is, and how elbows and knees scraped raw hurt.
Izuku hisses through his teeth, as the pain in his side flares up.
"Not again", he grunts, trying to pull himself together. His eyes trail up
Todoroki's legs to a small open metal tube held in his palm.
"You see I do not need my full power to defeat you", Todorki says lowly, before
turning to someone out of Izuku's sight, "Midoriya is incapable of further
fighting. I'd like the match to be declared my win", he requests and Izuku's
determination flares up. He isn't going to lose like that. He isn't going to
let Shouto become his father!
"Like hell I am!", Izuku gasps pulling his legs under himself and rolling onto
all fours. His insides feel like he just drank a gallon of mercury, the blood
coursing through his system is fire and ice at the same time. Gritting his
teeth Izuku hoists himself up to his feet, nearly loosing his balance as soon
as he stands upright.
"I am not yet done", he growls and takes a step towards Todoroki. His world
shakes at its foundations, and his stomach threatens to return its contents
right here and now, but Izuku pushes forward. In two steps he grasps Todoroki's
collar. "You want to be like your father?!", he hollers, at the white and red
blur in front of his eyes. The pain is unbearable, but there is only one
thought in Izuku's head keeping him upright 'Save him'. "You want to burn
others for your ambition?! You want to hurt others to get your way like a
villain?!", Izuku bellows, deaf to the whispering in the audience, blind to the
look of disdain Endeavor sends him. "If you want to. Then I will treat you like
a villain!", Izuku howls, and throws a punch. His hand connects, and a sharp
pain flares up in his fingers and wrist. He readies for another, but before he
can raise his hand a pair of strong arms push him back. The world is a blur,
disorienting, and nauseating, and the stumble and fall, do nothing to assuage
that. Yet just a couple of meters from the treacherous rock bring relief. A
second later he feels like he can breathe again, and the world starts shifting
into focus.
"You want to know my true power", Todoroki snaps. Izuku squabbles to his feet,
and watches the boy with the maniacal glare in his eyes. "Do you now
Midoriya?", Shouto repeats as his left bursts into flame.
"Stop the fight!", Cementos yells from the side.
"I do", Izuku hollers, feeling unbridled power surge through his veins. "Come
at me with everything you got! Show me your power!"
"Stop the fight!", Cementos and Midnight yell in unison. The man is building
walls upon walls of concrete as the heroine rips open her suit releasing a
cloud of sleeping gas. While they do so Todoroki unleashes his full potential
cooling and then superheating the air around him into an explosive mix, just as
Midoriya throws a full powered punch. The destructive forces clash between the
boys ripping slabs of concrete into rubble, and obscuring everything in a thick
cloud of dust.
***
Mirio is pacing in front of Recovery Girl's room back and forth. He watched the
exchange, and was for the second time today at a loss for words. He runs his
hands through his golden locks, trying his best to stay calm. Izuku is
impossible to hurt, and yet just today, he saw the scars lining his wrists, and
then what sort of pain he was when fighting Todoroki. He watched Izuku's limp
frame hit the wall of the stadium so hard it cracked. He could understand the
murderous way they fought on the very end, but the usage of the meteor rock,
was dishonorable. When he gets his hands on Shouto Todoroki...
"Excuse me", a deep gravely voice says, and Mirio's black eyes lock with a pair
of mismatched ones. Before he can stop himself, his fist lands smack against
Todoroki's jaw, and the boy tumbles to the ground.
"You bastard!", Mirio seethes, and picks the smaller teen up by the front of
his shirt, only to hoist him high up against the wall, "How could you be so
vile to use that on him?!", he bellows and shakes Todoroki. There is no anger
or resistance in the mismatched gaze, and that only makes him want to hurt the
underclassman more. For a moment he fears that he will rip Todoroki's heart
out, just like he wanted to do to that villain. The image flashes in front of
his eyes, and he feels his nerve slip. With a huff, he throws the boy onto the
ground. "What is wrong with you?", Mirio breathes. He is about to leave the
teen alone, when a quiet response escapes Todoroki-kun's mouth.
"I am sorry. I shouldn't have. He was right", the words stop Mirio dead in his
tracks. They hang in the air meaning everything and nothing at the same time.
"I'll tell him that when he wakes up", Mirio scoffs, before storming down the
corridor in search of a wall to take his anger out on.
***
"My son", a man's deep voice wakes Izuku from his slumber. He is in a crystal
room of sorts...
"Izuku!", Mirio's hollering is mercilessly loud, and forces him to open his
eyes yet again. This time to soft fluorescent lights and a ridiculously
handsome blond above him. Last thing he remembers is a loud explosion, and than
the nasty crack of reinforced concrete under his back.
"I made it", Izuku croaks, as bits and pieces of the fight come back to him. "I
made it", he laughs, remembering the flash of understanding in Todoroki's sad
eyes, the bright red flame. He is oblivious to the final fight Todoroki just
decided to lose out on the pitch.
"Yeah. He said you were right and that he is sorry. By the way you made it into
a hospital dummy. I am suspending your bento privileges", Mirio adds in a
strained voice, immediately drawing his attention. Now that two of his many
problems are dealt with he can get on to the toughest one.
Mirio was never one to wear the full suit of his emotions on his sleeve. It
were always the positive ones. So whenever he was worried or sad it took an
inhuman amount of goading to get him to open up.
"Okay now, what's chewing on your conscience", Izuku says, propping himself up,
to have a better view of Mirio's exaggerated reactions.
Izuku watches the discomfort on Mirio's face at being called out, but then
again in dealing with a boyfriend who's spirit animal must be an oyster he has
to be patient. They sit for a couple of treacherously long minutes in silence,
until Recovery Girl, apparently very tired of their emotional constipation
decided to hurry things along.
"Just tell him honeybones, or I make sure that needle for your upcoming
vaccination will be the thickest, baddest son of a gun you had ever seen", the
ancient lady says in her sweetest tone, typing away on an equally old computer.
Izuku watches mute horror cross his boyfriend's face, and can't help but
chuckle. Mirio always hated shots, much of his early quirk control came from
phasing through needles. That resulted in a lot of bargaining, threatening, and
ultimately even a grounding when either a blood draw, or a vaccination was
needed.
Mirio's throat works as he gulps and shrinks. It's a strange porcupine-like
reflex the big blond has. When troubled he can literally curl up into a tiny
ball, and it never fails to astound Izuku how Mirio can suddenly seem to take
up less space than the pint sized hero he is going to be. Right now he is
sitting in that same way, shoulders hunched and knees drawn together. Izuku
sits up further and rests his back against the headboard before clearing his
throat. It's raggedly dry, but this he can deal with later. Mirio doesn't seem
to be getting anywhere near being prepared to talk. If anything the large boy
seems to shrink away into the lengthening silence. Izuku sighs deeply, how did
he fall so much for such an oaf? Mirio is looking at him like a kicked puppy
with those huge black eyes, shame and regret dancing in them. Desperate times
call for desperate measures. Izuku slowly reaches out to cup the blond's cheek.
Yet despite his best efforts Mirio flinches slightly. Izuku beams him an
encouraging smile as his fingers trail forward, until he can pull Mirio close,
so that his mouth is just next to his lovable dork's ear.
"What happened?", he whispers so quietly, that even Recovery Girl can't hear
them. Though for all ends and purposes, despite the slightly cranky attitude
Izuku is sure that she is rooting for them.
Mirio shifts uncomfortably as though he wanted to pull away, and Izuku can feel
the heat of the blood rushing through veins under his hand.
"I won't judge you Mirio. Did someone hurt you?", he asks, ready to jump out of
bed and beat the living shit out of anyone who laid a finger on his ray of
sunshine. Today was a terrible day, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't give his
last breath to catch and thoroughly punish whoever dared rough up Mirio.
"No", the answer is strangled, and barely audible, but Izuku picks up on the
implications immediately.
"Did you hurt someone?", he asks, and every fiber in the blond's neck tenses
up. That's what he was afraid off. Mirio would beat up a villain, but he would
never cross certain lines.
Mirio nods, it's short and weak, but an affirmation of his worst fear. Izuku
can feel his heart clench. Mirio must have been worried sick when he vanished,
God only knows how scared he was. Izuku himself would probably go to any length
to find out what happened.
"Mirio. I want you to listen to me. I was in danger, you did what you had to
do-", he starts explaining in a soothing voice, but Mirio cuts him off
abruptly.
"Izu I almost killed a man", the blond chokes out, his voice cracking mid
sentence. With his other hand Izuku cups Mirio's cheek and pulls away to look
into a pair of eyes filled with self disappointment. He has seen Mirio like
this maybe a couple of times, and they know one another for more than a decade
now. A soft smile thread's its way onto his face. What would he have done if it
was Mirio the villain had taken?
"Mirio. You didn't", Izuku says simply, and watches a tear slip down Mirio's
face, before the boy sniffles loudly. The blond always was an ugly crier. For a
couple of moments Izuku tries to wipe the falling tears with his thumbs, but
Mirio slips out of his grip and burrows his face into Izuku's chest, now crying
in earnest. Tears soak through his ragged PE uniform as the blond hiccups and
chokes on his sobs, repeating like a mantra that he is so sorry. Izuku can't
help but stroke the golden locks, and rub soothing circles into Mirio's back.
At least that's what he does until Recovery Girl grows tired of their teenage
drama, declares him healthy and kicks both of them out.
***
The festival is coming to an end, but some of the food stands are still around.
With Mirio feeling much better, and Izuku now feeling slightly more relieved
too, they can finally enjoy themselves a little bit. They use the opportunity
to hunt down some of the tastier snacks. As it turns out, putting up such a
valiant fight against a student who eventually placed second, losing only to a
furious Bakugou Katsuki, than again when is Katsuki not furious, gets you some
of the more delicious morsels. Izuku is currently scuffing down his third squid
on a stick, when Mirio suddenly becomes very somber. A somber Mirio is a
rarity, and a sign usually heralding a rapidly approaching apocalypse.
"So what happened? Why did the villains kidnap you?", the blond asks, his stare
fixed on something behind Izuku, as they sit at one of the empty picnic tables
set up around the stadium.
Izuku flinches, but before Mirio can take the question back, he decides to
answer, "They wanted to brainwash me and use me as a weapon", he replies, and
observes Mirio's furrowed brows and thick jaw work.
"But how could they do that?", the blond asks seemingly rhetorically.
"There was this villain in a black suit and with a helmet, he could modify
memories I think", Izuku answers. For now its best if Mirio does not know about
the ones he thinks already took root in his head. It would just be another
thing to worry about. Another burden. Besides he can't exactly say that he
thinks he saw his parents, who were from another goddamn planet!
Mirio doesn't answer, instead he fixes Izuku with a worried look. It doesn't
match his radiant personality. Also why was he worried it was all in the past
right now.
"Cheer up. They won't get a drop on us like that ag-", Izuku starts reassuring
his boyfriend, but before he can finish the sentence, his eyes fall on someone
watching him from beside one of the stands at the edge of the fair. It is a man
of tall stature, dressed in a suit. Izuku's heart starts pumping madly, as he
takes in the stark whiteness of the shirt, and the sharp black tie. His breath
hitches in his throat, as his eyes slide over a black helmet, hiding the
villain he never wishes to see again. Mirio's faraway voice reaches his ears,
as he starts suffocating. In turn the man watches him like a bug he is getting
very intrigued by. Slowly he sees the man put a gloved finger to where his
mouth ought to be in a shushing gesture. Somebody is shaking him, but Izuku
can't take his eyes off of the man disappearing behind the stands. A pair of
hands jerk his head forcefully to the side, until a pair of black eyes comes
into view. It suddenly comes to him that no matter how much he gasps no air is
coming in and the panic bursts into a blaze in his veins, just before Izuku's
vision goes dark.
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Chapter Summary
     Mothers care and protect for their children. A lot of time has passed
     since Mirio learned to fear one mother in particular.
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While Nedzu was simply uneasy with the situation he found himself in, Toshinori
Yagi was plainly fucking terrified, and he was willing to use that swear to
highlight his mental state. Standing next to him, detective Naomasa, typically
stoic and collected, was trembling with fear. Now what could two grown heroes
and a superinteligent bear fear this greatly? Possibly the end of the world, a
major villain attack, maybe something far worse? No, they were scared shitless
by a short, plump woman, with straight green hair and the eyes of serial killer
who lost the last of his marbles.
Naomasa flinched, seeing all the pens and paper weights slowly lift off the
headmaster's desk, as Nedzu attempted to recount what he heard earlier from
Yagi who talked to young Midoriya shortly after he got back to school. The
detective starts to fear that it isn't going to be the many wounds that are
going to finish his friend off. Neither know that as much as Inko Midoriya is
just a simple nurse working in a countryside hospital, she is also known as The
Scourge of the Emergency Ward, the Beelzebub of Pediatrics and The Hyena of
Cardiology. These many, very descriptive names were earned by her throughout
the years for how she could turn even the most run down, chaotic ward into a
mechanism which some of the most agile corporations would sell their souls for.
So here now she was, sitting in front of the three men, clutching at her purse,
with a warm, motherly smile, and hell burning in her green eyes.
Naomasa gulped for the third time in that many minutes, feeling his throat dry
up and shrivel with petrification, as the woman sat there, motionless, after
Nedzu had recounted the events of the morning past.
"I remember Nedzu-sensei that you promised to keep an eye on my sons?", the
sugar sweet tone falling for her lips sent every red bulb in the detective's
head flashing. Mutely, Naomasa prayed that the man who summoned him to
investigate the boy after the sport events has enough reason to see that this
sugar is laced with arsenic.
"That is correct", Nedzu answers amicably, and Tsukauchi almost feels All Might
shiver when green eyes are directed at the hero in turn.
"Gentelman. I understand the accident happened outside of school?", Midoriya-
san asks in a tone which would put a diabetic in a coma, before turning her
laser green sight on Naomasa. He feels his soul try to rip free, when her eyes
seem to pierce him like a cockroach on the wall about to be squashed with a
shoe.
"That is correct", Nedzu repeats, still keeping his tone light, drawing the
woman's attention. Where is this man's intellect now? Is he trying to reason
with a mother?! With an angry mother to boot?!
"So I take it that the school would not be accountable", an image of Inko
Midoriya finding him in a dark alley drifts through Naomasa's mind. It is
followed by a lot of screaming and blood painting the walls. Why did Nedzu have
to have his office on the highest floor and why were the only doors blocked by
Satan herself?
"We would still feel responsible", Nedzu amends, his better judgment finally
making an appearance.
"I would expect as much", the woman smiles so brightly her eyes close. And for
just a moment one could believe that this smile means something. "But, this is
my last warning", the woman's expression shifts so fast Naomasa is actually
willing to place a bet on the fact that she may be possessed by a demon, "If my
boys will ever be attacked again while you are supposed to watch over them, I
will pull Izuku and Mirio from school, and then press charges", the woman's
warm tone drops to zero kelvin and then some, which despite being
thermodynamically impossible she managed to achieve. Her sharp eyes turn on
Naomasa, who's confidence in his circulatory system is rapidly failing. "Dear
detective. I do hope that your competence in investigating this accident by far
surpass this school's abilities to keep my boys safe", she jabs with enough
venom to put a king cobra to shame.
Naomasa swallows thickly. His tongue is an unwelcome, stiff and uncooperative
guest, as he barely croaks out, "Absolutely", receiving one more of those
bright smiles. His eyes slide over the two other parents sitting beside Inko
Midoriya, who keep deathly silent, and seem very much content to let that Demon
of a Mother do their dirty work.
***
As soon as Izuku fainted Mirio scooped the boy up and sprinted to Recovery
Girl's office. The woman was less than content to see them again in such a
short spun of time, but when she noticed Izuku was out cold, she got to work
briskly. But as soon as he described what happened, she declared it a panic
attack, and said his little sunshine ought to be fine as soon as he wakes up.
Taking into account that they were to show up at the headmaster's office as
soon, as all the events ended, he simply scooped the shorter boy up again,
covered him in his own jacket and carried him up seven or eight floors to await
the verdict of the all mighty Nedzu-sensei.
And that's how they ended up in the small waiting room, usually occupied by
either the delinquents, which unfortunately even UA has, or sometimes for
concerned parents summoned by Nedzu-sensei. Nothing can be heard through the
thick wooden doors hiding the office, but Mirio doesn't practically care. His
thoughts are searching for anything that could have triggered the attack Izuku
had. He doesn't remember the boy having panic attacks. He would cry, he would
be angry, sometimes he would be afraid, but he never panicked to that degree.
So what happened? To his surprise, they were waiting for an hour already. This
hour Izuku spent covered in his large jacket, with his face tucked into the
crook of Mirio's thick neck, and breathing evenly. It wasn't all that
surprising, the day was finally catching up to him and his inhuman endurance.
Mirio ran his hand through the tangle of green locks, and planted a soft kiss
to his boyfriend's cheek, despite the secretary's offended glare. He is going
to enjoy every moment he has if things are to be like this from now on!
Mirio recalls his awe as he watched the fight against Todoroki. It was like
seeing two monsters fight. And as far as he was concerned Izuku did the other a
great favor, one that Todoroki didn't deserve one bit.
"You can't stop yourself even from saving the villains can ya?", he mutters,
putting a stray lock in its place. Izuku stirs a bit, but quickly goes back to
sleep, mumbling something about fire.
He glances around the office and spots a large clock. It's almost an hour past
their appointment, that could only mean that his parents unleashed Auntie
Midoriya on the poor bastards.
"I think my parents once again let the genie out of the bottle", he mutters
stealing another small kiss, and watches the boy pull his jacket under his
chin. Isn't Izuku just adorable like this? Mirio rests his head against the
wall, and tries putting his mind at ease. It's not working very well, though a
certain idea does take root.
***
Izuku dreams about his red blanket. Izuku dreams about soft hands putting him
in a small oval basin and metal plates slamming shut. Izuku dreams of his world
shaking, and of a dying planet. He sees a man with unruly green hair, even if
shortly cut, and a myriad of freckles covering his face. Izuku sees a small
medallion slipped into his tiny hands. Izuku dreams of beautiful emerald eyes.
He dreams of a farewell, and a promise, and of fire, and death.
He wakes with a start, his breath quick and heart hammering in his chest. As
the last of the dream clear, leaving just a jumble of illusive notions, he
feels a pair of strong arms keeping him in place. It only comes back to him
now, the man, Sensei was at school, he was at UA! His hands grip at the
material he is covered in, it's thick and soft and contrasts with the feel of
the iron embrace of Mirio's arms tightening around him. There are deep black
irises looking at him, situated just above a radiant smile. Mirio doesn't let
him say a word before his soft lips plant on his own, and someone off to the
side clears their throat pointedly.
"Where am I?", Izuku asks the moment the kiss ends, letting the warmth
spreading in his chest ground him in the sensation of safety Mirio is
projecting. He takes in the interior of what seems to be a white waiting room,
with an old lady sitting behind a black desk. It's stylish and modern, just
like any room in UA. The woman glares at the two of them, probably something
about being in another boy's lap being inappropriate, if only Mirio knew the
meaning of the word.
"We are in the headmaster's waiting room. Auntie is currently chewing him out
for letting you get kidnapped and then letting you participate in the contest.
I don't think she took into account that there ain't no stopping you once you
set your mind on something though", Mirio explains patiently drawing Izuku's
attention again. It's only now he notes that the material covering him is
Mirio's training suit jacket, and his boyfriend is displaying his impressive
physique for everyone to see.
"Cover yourself up!", Izuku barks, feeling the blush spread on his cheeks as he
realizes just how compromising and revealing the whole situation is. He tries
pushing the jacket onto Mirio's broad chest, but without the blond's
cooperation it won't stay on no matter what he does.
"Izu, I've been sitting like this for almost an hour now. No need to get
bashful!", Mirio laughs, not helping him at all. He seems to quite enjoy how
embarrassed he is making his boyfriend.
Their fighting is cut short by the large wooden doors of Nedzu-sensei's office
swinging open and their parents stepping out. The Toogata's seem to be on the
verge of bursting into laughter, which is not uncommon. However seeing his
mother Izuku can't help the cold sweat breaking out on his neck and the
temptation to hide behind Mirio.
"Poor headmaster", the blond peeps, his boisterous nature replaced with the
fear put into him when he once saw 'Auntie' put in place one of the rowdier,
more drunken patients, nearly three times her size. Perhaps villains ought to
count their lucky stars that the normally soft hearted woman preferred saving
lives to heroism.
"Kids. You can go in now. I think the teachers will be more weary of the
students' safety now", she says sweetly in the way of greeting, "Izuku, I am
really proud of you. You did great.Tell the detective everything you know.
Mirio, thank you for your quick action. You are a very good match for my son.
We will wait out here", she says, ruffling their hair. The previous ice age
cold is gone, replaced with the familiar love, as she beams them a warm smile.
Izuku gives a quick nod, and slips off of Mirio's lap, leaving the jacket
behind. As far as he is concerned Mirio could at least be dressed in the
principal's office. After a few short goodbyes their parents exit, and they
enter one of the largest offices Izuku has ever seen. There are couches by the
wall, and numerous hero posters on the walls, all signed, all undoubtedly UA
alumni. He feels a little bit of his internal geek escaping, but Mirio's hand
against his back nudges him forward. They make their way towards a large desk,
behind which their furry principal is sitting, looking like he had just gone to
hell and back. Next to him stands Yagi-san, the teaching assistant who lent
Izuku the flip flops he lost somewhere. On his other side stands a rather tall
man in a trench coat. The man, probably a detective judging by the noir-movie
getup is fumbling nervously with his hat, while Yagi gives Izuku a little wave.
"Take a seat boys. We have much to discuss", Nedzu-sensei says darkly.
***
Mirio's thick fingers are working through his locks lathering the shampoo into
a tiny mushroom shaped cap on his head, while Izuku's mind rushes through the
arduous talk with the headmaster, Yagi-san, and Naomasa-san. As it turned out
his hunch that the man is a detective was spot on. They had Izuku recount the
events that followed his kidnapping. He did that, even though he would much
rather omit the part about 'Sensei' watching some of his more intimate moments
with Mirio, and the parts about his supposed biological parents and recurring
dreams. He described in detail how he got out, and what he learned about the
villains, which wasn't much, except for the fact that they have got some darn
impressive maze building skills. Nevertheless, Naomasa-san and Yagi-san
promised to follow up before leaving them and Nedzu-sensei to discuss a whole
other matter. Since Izuku was now a high level target for the villains, maybe
it wasn't the best thing for them to stay at their apartment. The headmaster
suggested the school as their temporary housing. However when Izuku told Nedzu
that he saw Sensei on school grounds during the sports events the tiny furry
headmaster nearly flipped. Within ten seconds he had every pro hero scouring
the school and them locked up with Aizawa-sensei in the first wing which was
declared as clear. Needless to say, his mother was furious, again.
So here they were now. Izuku sighing with a mix of uncertainty and pleasure, as
Mirio worked his magic. Indeed with Kurogiri cooperating with Sensei there was
no place which could actually be deemed safe. The only way that they could
dodge a probable attack would be to remain in an unknown location, but that
would be terribly bothersome.
A soothing melody tears Izuku away from his gloomy thoughts and with surprise
he notices Mirio sing. His boyfriend rarely does, always excusing himself that
his voice is horrid, though to Izuku it was possibly stolen from Freddy
Mercury. Soon enough he recognizes it as one of Katy Perry's beats about
California Gurls or some such. He snickers despite tears caused by the shampoo
stinging eyes. Mirio is probably swinging those manly hips of his around to the
rhythm of the song, as he finishes up with the scalp massage. Izuku is so out
of it that a sudden rinse catches him off guard making him cough and splutter.
Mirio laughs and makes some silly remark about keeping his guard up before
stepping around and squatting to be at eye level. He brushes away Izuku's
unruly, wet hair before leaning in for a short kiss. It's so surprising at
first he doesn't even move, then he kisses back, slowly, but without a passion.
He knows Mirio is conveying to him a message he won't say out loud, a promise
of protection and safety. Long ago Izuku recognized the blond doesn't talk
about his emotions, but he does things that show them.
When they separate Mirio touches their foreheads together and sighs happily.
Izuku can't help but feel that a little bit of this is his fault. If he hadn't
engaged the villains at USJ maybe none of this would come to pass, "I'm sorry",
he mumbles and Mirio laughs loudly before pecking him on the nose.
"They will be sorry when we come back to get them!", he yells sprays Izuku with
water again. Izuku retaliates, though it is pretty hard to hit an immaterial
target. They settle back into their merry routine of jokes and goofing about,
which is interrupted by Aizawa walking in on two naked boys trying to swat one
another with a towel. The man swears that these two are going to be the end of
him, before restraining them.
For the night they end up settling on All Might's wide leather couches. Izuku
expects to fall asleep within seconds, but for some reason sleep won't come.
The sudden onset of insomnia leaves Izuku to wonder about what his mother is
hiding, the memories he saw, and the name Iz-El. It sounds like too much of a
dream to be real. And yet on some completely insane level it all fits together
perfectly.
In turn Mirio can't believe that he almost lost Izuku today. He is all to
aware, that if Izuku hadn't made it out by himself there was only a slither of
hope they would find him before the villains would turn him into a simple
puppet. What would he have done that? Would he be able to use One For All to
wrestle Izuku away from the evil? He feels a weight missing beside him, a warm
weight who's breath and hair tickled him every night. Not thinking much he gets
up and tiptoes over to the sofa on the other side of the table. Izuku is
mumbling something, so it's a sure bet he is not asleep.
"Hey little guy. Can't sleep, can I come in?", he whispers leaning over the
couch.
"Yeah", a tired, but happy answer reaches his ears. He slips under the blanket,
and pulls Izuku close. For a few moments they wriggle around, with Izuku using
Mirio's feet as a source of heat to warm his own cold ones, and the other boy
hissing at the cold touch.
"I love you", Mirio mutters into the tangle of green locks tucked under his
chin.
"I love you too", Izuku answers sleepily, and moments later is out cold.
***
The next morning marks the start of a week long vacation period given to
students participating in the sport events to 'heal their wounds'. So there
they sit in the school cafeteria, eating store bought breakfast dropped off
earlier by Aizawa-sensei, when Izuku gets a very bad, very wild idea. And now
that his cell phone is gone, and his boyfriend is not exactly one to stop him,
one can only imagine how the situation is going to escalate.
"Mirio. Maybe we could slip out for the sake of resting up?", he asks, and
watches the older boy's face light up, "And then we could also check out my
home. You know for the stuff about my parents", he adds, and Mirio's expression
shifts from curiosity to suspicion.
"And how would we get the money to pay for that?", he asks, narrowing his eyes.
"I have some saved up. Besides it has been so long since I have been to an
onsen, so I was thinking that would be nice", Izuku chimes, fully aware his
boyfriend already knows that he is cooking up some sort of a plan.
"You know these tend to be expensive?", Mirio asks, and leans in to better see
his boyfriend.
"There are many cheap ones way out of the way. We could actually pick one of
these!", Izuku beams, knowing full well that Mirio is a man of strong will and
weak heart. And at least one of these traits can be exploited for the sake of
getting out of captivity.
"I can't deny you anything", Mirio mock weeps, and Izuku scrambles over the
table to wrap him up in a hug and throw in a warm kiss.
***
An hour later they are standing in front of what advertised as an
'unforgettable, amazing, luxurious and cheapest adventure in the northern part
of Japan'. Mirio is carrying both of their backpacks, and the skiing goggles
are resting against his chest. Something he will really have to thank Izuku for
later. Unfortunately he can't thank his boyfriend for the prospect of vacations
they are facing now.
"Izuku this is a dump!", Mirio booms, watching the run down inn, way past the
time of its golden days, hell well past the time of any good days sway with the
wind. The building creaks dangerously, but the older man sitting on the porch
doesn't seem to mind, neither does a huge white dog sleeping by his legs.
"It's the best dump we could afford", Izuku answers resolutely. Mirio
facepalms, this was not exactly what he expected. Well, they might just as well
roll with it, since they are already in the middle of nowhere and Aizawa-sensei
will very likely rip their heads off despite the note they left.
Chapter End Notes
     I hope you liked it!
     As you can see the boys are going on a long deserved vacation. Now
     what could be better than a shabby onsen?
***** Ruckus *****
Chapter Summary
     Without musi we would be animals. At least some people solemnly
     believe that. Izuku learns that as far as he is concerned auditory
     perception can be subjective to change.
Chapter Notes
     I am extremely sorry for the wait, but I caught some sort of a bug,
     and could find absolutely nothing in myself to write those scenes.
     Enjoy!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
"Izuku, this is a dump", Mirio booms looking at the creaking, swaying
structure. When he let Izuku take the reins of their little adventures he was
fairly certain he would get a predictable, well thought out, but never the less
exciting enterprise. But this, this was why he ran away from the scariest
teacher UA has to offer?! Mirio is very aware he miscalculated on all possible
fields, and he is more than ready to state that fact. However the moment an
awestruck, head over heels look on Izuku's face meets his eyes, his mouth
clamps shut. A well timed jolt to his memory reminds him that his boyfriend has
never actually seen an onsen, only seen some photos. Mirio chokes down a
disgruntled sigh, which was about to pry its way out of his throat. He is weak!
Mirio Toogata is a weak man! He acknowledges, seeing the radiant attitude Izuku
is displaying.
"Nonsense. It's got grit. I told you it will be excelent!", Izuku chimes,
looking up at him, and Mirio's heart melts under the force of that supernova
bright smile. To be fair this is likely the best dump they could afford. And
it's perhaps in a place remote enough that it will take Aizawa a day or two to
get to. Still, Mirio would rather meet, and wrestle with Satan herself then
face Aizawa at his angriest. How does Mirio know that the Devil is a woman?
Because the devil must be a distant cousin of Auntie Midoriya. Luckily it's
only the women of the Midoriya family who seem to crawl out of hell itself in
regards to attitude.
"How long do we have it booked for?", Mirio asks, eying an old man with bright
red hair, streaked white in places nap on the porch of the inn. There is an
equally ridiculously colored dog sleeping curled around his feet. Perhaps one
of the tourists? Though a lack of yukata in favor of an old, frayed tank top
and equally used jean shorts say the contrary. On the other side of the chair
the man is lounging in stands a very telling bottle of sake. Seems like they
are in for some grade A care.
"Umm...Two days. Figured that Aizawa-sensei will need a day to cool off, and
then a day to get here", Izuku answers, his eyes trained on the dog, resting by
the old man's legs. Well thought out, he was right about that luckily. So they
have today and perhaps half of tomorrow.
"And what after that? We get dragged back to the pit by King Gloom himself?",
Mirio asks, already picturing Aizawa with a pitchfork and their sorry asses
deep in tar. Izuku could probably take the man, still it doesn't seem like an
option if they want to keep attending UA.
"Then I need to pick something up from home", Izuku beams up at him, with faint
sparks of mischief dancing in his eyes. They moved south, and then they are
going to be running north. So Aizawa-sensei will need more time to find them
there. Sneaky, dangerous, maybe even foolish, still perfectly logical. The
degree of forethought Izuku displayed while planning this escapade is truly
stunning.
"All right then! Let's get going!", Mirio cheers, pulling his boyfriend along.
They have only two days after all, so they need to get as much rest crammed
into it as they can. That leads them into a tiny reception run by a woman with
possibly the sharpest teeth either of the boys has ever seen. And after seeing
Kirishima's fangs he was pretty sure there is nothing out there that could
surprise the little ball of powers.
***
The reception hall is tiny. It's small even by Izuku's standards, so when Mirio
squeezes in first most of the space is already occupied. It's decked in what
used to be nice wood, before it soaked up the filthy mix of mud and water which
now clings to Izuku's overused red sneakers. The inn itself is no larger than
four or five rooms, and according to the website it's family run.
"Hello boys! A room for two? Oh aren't you a cute couple", the receptionist
sends them a dazzling smile, flustering them simultaneously with the
straightforward greeting. Izuku is fairly certain he has already seen someone
with this shade of red on their head, this sort of razor teeth and blunt
personality. Could it be...
"Yes, please", Mirio answers for him, leaving Izuku to ponder the unlikely
possibility.
"All right here are your clothes. The futons are in the wardrobes. In your
reservation I can see I have you for two lunches, one dinner and one breakfast.
Is that correct?", she asks, and Mirio turns to him for an answer.
"Yes Ma'am", he pipes up, trying to remember the name of the family on that web
page. It was something with -shima in it. Bakushima? Fushishima... What the
hell?
"Very good boys. Let me welcome you to the Kirishima inn", she says in a warm
tone, and Izuku's jaw drops.
***
Upon entering the room, Izuku is still in major shock. How on earth did he
accidentally reserve a room here and not notice this? The question keeps on
yanking at his poor neurons, until Mirio deposits their shared backpack on the
floor, and starts pulling off his clothes. His boyfriend's abs always did a
wonderful job of shutting Izuku's mind down. Mirio seems to notice his drooling
state, because the heavenly smelling, tent sized shirt lands on Izuku's head,
and a gleeful laugh follows.
"Oi! Little man, come on, we have a bath to take. You smell filthy after
running", Mirio hoots, as Izuku removes the white sheet covering the tempting
view, only to see Mirio standing in his All Might undies. The shorts are a very
childish accent, he would have expected from nobody else.
"Wow", Izuku breathes, and immediately covers his rapidly reddening face, while
Mirio gives him a huge smile. The room is tiny, barely fitting two futons when
unrolled, so it doesn't leave him too much room to escape and the blond cages
him in one of the corners quickly. Izuku's filthy, filthy mind goes into
overdrive.
"You like what you see?", Mirio whispers into his ear, sending a shiver down
his spine, as the warm breath caresses his neck. A short squeal escapes his
lips, when instead of waiting for the answer Mirio latches onto his neck and
starts sucking hungrily.
Izuku lets out an incoherent noise, when his fingers tangle with blond locks,
and two large hands start undoing his belt and pants. Mirio releases him with a
wet pop, before pulling his Tshirt over his head.
"You know little man, if something happened to you. I'd kill those villains",
Mirio confesses, captivating his lips in a bruising kiss. A warm tongue slips
into his mouth, sending jolts of electricity down his spine. Izuku angles his
head upwards, giving the larger teen better access, before splaying his hands
on the muscled chest and humming contently. They brake for air, and he sees a
flushed, smiling Mirio, who is absolutely up to no good.
"We will have to be quiet", the blond says, and Izuku swallows, as the blond
tugs his pants off, leaving him only in a pair of oversized boxers. Whatever
Mirio is going to do to him-
His mind doesn't get to wander, once his back is slammed against the wall,
making it creak dangerously. Two strong hands pick him up, until he is level
with Mirio. The blond kisses him until he is practically out of air, all teeth
and tongue. Izuku rubs his hips against the toned stomach pressed against his
torso, and feels satisfying pleasure, at the contact.
"You like that?", Mirio asks, before spinning around and half falling to the
floor. The mats keep them from making too much noise, and the proximity of
their bodies prevents injury, in their rapidly accelerating reunion. A large,
calloused hand slips into Izuku's boxers, and caresses him slowly. It's
annoying, giving just too little contact to push him significantly closer to
his finish and too much to be ignored. With one hand Izuku starts pushing at
his boxers, while the other slips between his legs barely reaching Mirio's
clothed member.
"You want to take those off?", Mirio whispers into his ear lewdly, just before
giving his earlobe a soft bite, and sending Izuku's mind spinning. As the
cotton material slips over his ass, he is vaguely familiar with the concept of
language, but not its usage. "I hope you are ready for tonight", Mirio purrs,
making Izuku twitch, as a hand wraps around his manhood, forcing a strained
groan from his throat.
"Hey Midoriya-kun, Tooga-sen", a familiar voice comes from the door, snaking
its way through the thick haze of arousal caused by the blond. Slowly Izuku
turns his head, to look at Eijirou hanging from the floor like some sort of a
crazy bat. "I-I-i-i", the redhead stammers turning as crimson as his hair
before shutting the door so fast that they barely hold, and bolting loudly down
the corridor.
A very uncomfortable silence ensues, as every single fiber of consciousness
Izuku has accumulated in his short lifetime starts screaming.
"That's going to be uncomfortable", Mirio muses above him, his hand still
wrapped around his member, though the latter seems to be less prone to having
fun now. A pair of black eyes looks down at him, with the same shameless
expression Mirio must have learned shortly after turning four. "For walking in
on his classmate and senpai I think he took it pretty well", the blond adds
amused with his own wit.
***
"Baku! Baku! Baku!", Eijirou practically bursts through the doors to the
kitchen, where Katsuki is cooking. The blond said earlier that it relaxes him,
so Kirishima's parents just let him have at it.
"What hair for brains?", the blond snaps from over the counter, while his knife
minces the onions. Eijirou feels the beginnings of a mountain sized panic
attack set in. "Speak!", Katsuki yells at him, with a scowl fit a very fearsome
vigilante.
"IJustMetIzukuWithToogataSenpaiAndTheyWereFucking", Eijirou blurts out in a
single mildly coherent word, but under his friend's glare his frantic brain
tries scrambling the pieces of the story into something more understandable.
Eijirou takes a deep, steadying breath before starting from the top, "Auntie
said that a boy named Midoriya just arrived. So I came to say hello. I thought
he was alone, but he came with his boyfriend Toogata-senpai. And they were
doing the deed when I came. Not doing the deed, getting to doing the deed, and
-", Eijirou starts rambling again, as his thoughts warp around the blond
standing in front of him with the impenetrable scowl.
"And what?!", Bakugou snaps the knife slammed tip first into the cutting board.
"And what?", Katsuki asks again, turning to face his shit for brains boyfriend,
with hands already fuming. Luckily or perhaps unluckily Eijirou never learned
not to over-share.
"And I am jealous", he mumbles, touching his index fingers together.
***
In a part relaxed part horrified silence Izuku and Mirio are sitting in the hot
dark water, on the other sides of the rock tiled pool. Mirio is still laughing
about Eijirou's face when he saw what the two of them were up to, arms spread
wide, and leaning back to get the most out of steaming bath. Izuku on the other
hand is sitting with just his nose and scruffy hair sticking out above the
surface, towel neatly folded on his head, hoping for a memory erasing quirk to
hit Kirishima before the two of them can meet again. It could also hit him,
anything but to forget what has just transpired.
What neither of the boys expects however is a humongous explosion, shaking the
whole inn all the way to its foundations. Izuku peeks out over the surface,
only to take a deep breath and disappear underneath when he hears the gravel
grind under a pair of wooden sandals, and loud, familiar, pissed of voice of
Bakugou Katsuki. His head is deep under the burning water, and yet he can hear
every single swear Katsuki utilizes, and boy is he creative with just the words
ass, shit, and dick. Shouldn't he be unable to hear this. Meekly he resurfaces
to see Bakugou yelling at a smiling Mirio, and a singed Kirishima being dragged
behind him.
"You stupid dick loving ass sucker!", Bakugou gripes like a jet engine, pulling
Kirishima up to display the stunned teen, "Not like I didn't have enough with
that shit for brains boyfriend of mine", Katsuki booms. Izuku knows that the
blond can reach inhuman volumes, but this is the new high. He clasps his hands
over his ears, trying to block at least some of it out, but it seems that
Katsuki is hell bent on exploding his ear drums. The steam of expletives grows
in creativity and volume, reaching painful levels, as Bakugou weaves in the
confession of him undying love for Eijirou, and then his best hopes that the
two of them will choke on the dinner he is making them. Moments later he
departs, and the skid of sand under his flip flops feels like a construction
worker has just taken a sledge hummer to Izuku's skull.
"Shit", Izuku mumbles, clutching at his head, and pressing the palms of his
hands to his skull as strongly as he can, before everything suddenly returns to
normal. There is a pair of large hands the sides of his head, and a pair of
worried eyes boring holes into his skull. Izuku realizes his breath is short
and raggedy, and his knees are pulled up to his chest.
"Izu, what happened? Did you get upset? Is it something about the water? Was it
the rock?", Mirio asks, and suddenly with the last question the volume sky
rockets again. Izuku feels like he can hear everything going on in a five mile
radius. He scrunches his eyes shut, and clenches his teeth, when his world
starts shaking in the darkness. His eyes flutter open to see Mirio talking
above him, but he can't hear him over the noise. His voice is so small, while
Katsuki's grumbling sounds as though the blond was standing right next to him
with a megaphone, he can hear the flapping of a birds' wings, fuck he can hear
the chirping of crickets two hills over!
"Focus on my voice!", Mirio bellows, drowning out the ruckus for a second, just
for the onslaught of voices and sounds to come back in earnest. Izuku tries his
hardest to do that. He forgets about everything but the moving lips. Slowly he
strips away at the jumble falling into his ears, until all he can hear is
water, and Mirio repeating the same sentence over and over in a hoarse and dry
voice. With a shaking hand he clutches Mirio's forearm.
"It's all right. I can hear you", he mutters, feeling as though he was just
subject to a long and gruelling workout. What the hell was that? Another part
of his quirk?
Chapter End Notes
     I hope you liked it! Leave your feedback! I always appreciate it.
***** Heartbeat *****
Chapter Summary
     It is said that a heartbeat can betray a person. What if you could
     hear every heartbeat of every person around you?
Chapter Notes
     Thanks for waiting patiently! I literally wrote this chapter three
     times and ended up dumping it twice because it just didn't sit well
     with me. So here you go enjoy a little bit of fluff!
     Leave your feedback, it's always appreciated and it helps build a
     better story!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Now Izuku did not give a flying fuck, as to what transpired, or rather who
sucked, moaned, hissed, and groaned, just a couple of rooms away. But he wasn't
given much of a choice when his hearing was going on and off line, leaving him
in a situation of an unwilling peeping tom. Every nerve in his turned on brain
screamed, that he will never be able to look at the two of his friends again.
He could deal with Eijirou's sly grin, and very telling gestures, caused by the
morning encounter. He would survive Katsuki's colorful vocabulary used beyond
Shakespearean creativity. But listening to the two of them getting it on like a
house on fire, this was trauma of a whole new sort, especially while scooting
closer to the table to hide a boner the size of Mt. Doom.
As the situation in the other room grew from steaming to scorching Izuku's mind
nose dived into the gutter faster than any of the British Spitfire. That was
much aided by the fact that Mirio took the top of his robe off claiming,
conveniently, he was too hot. The greenhead was more than prone to agreeing. As
if that wasn't enough those bulging pecks, chocolate abs and beefy bicep were
doing everything in their power to not so much to goad him into doing something
downright inappropriate as they were propelling him towards that like a set of
nuclear powered rockets. The plentiful blush creeping up his neck, in tandem
with the allegro of moans and splatting noises reaching his ears threatened to
drive Izuku over the edge and into dark, dark territory. He has had enough he
is going to ravage, he is going to plunder, he is going to turn this tiny cozy
room into a cave of demonic bodily pleasures --
"Izu, you all right?", Mirio chimes from across the table with a surprised look
painting his face. No he is not all right, he is a growing, horny guy, who's
balls are the color of damned smurfs! With a flick of his wrist Izuku sends the
table skidding all the way to the wall. He is this close to putting Mirio on
his back, here and now, so that big oaf better have some protection, or they
will be bartering for olive oil with merciless cook extraordinaire, Eijirou's
sex slave, Bakugou Fucking Katsuki! In a single pounce, he pins the surprised
blond to the floor, hands holding his wrists tightly, as their chests press
together. He is already panting, hard as a doornail, and ready to fuck or be
fucked into oblivion.
"Izu?", Mirio nearly squeaks, and damn does this sound delicious. Big man,
Toogata-senpai, all scared and vulnerable, ripe for the taking, just the
thought makes him shiver.
In the last semblance of self control, and a desperate attempt at giving an
excuse, Izuku whispers against his boyfriends neck, "Eijirou and Katsuki. These
two...", he trails off, suddenly understanding that as much as he wants to say
the words they just won't come through. Izuku leans back, and his eyes fall on
an expression he recalls only a couple of times, he just lost control, all of
it.
In a flash the hold he had on Mirio's wrists is broken. The world turns upside
down, as large hands pin his wrists far above his head, pulling his arms taut.
"My my, what a little predator I got here", Mirio beams, and leans in mashing
their lips in a messy kiss. Before the wires connect the blond's tongue is in
his lips, exploring thoroughly. The sensation is mind altering. Izuku feels
like he had just gone on the spinning doors of Nirvana and got spit out, when
Mirio finally parts for a breath. There is a heavy weight pinning his hips to
the floor, leaving no room to escape without using his inhuman strength.
"Mmm", Mirio hums, his tongue sticking out, licking his reddened lips, as a
pair of black eyes scrutinizes him like a fox does a trapped rabbit, "You look
really nice like that", Mirio drawls, with a smirk, and Izuku's heart flutters.
"Like what?", Izuku bites back, finding the remnants of his resistance, though
he is pretty sure that like in the case of French, soon enough he will hang the
white flag and start collaborating.
"Half naked, flushed, and pinned to the ground", Mirio laughs. His boyfriend
stays true to form, and without mincing words starts skillfully devouring his
neck. Sharp teeth maul his neck, sending shivers through his body, and lighting
down his spine, as he bucks his hips searching for contact. Before he realizes
a hand is tugging his shorts off, before grasping him in a tight grip.
Involuntarily he bucks again.
"Aa Mirio", he gasps, drool leaking out of his mouth, before it is clumped shut
by Mirio's lips in another passionate kiss. The pace of the rough hand
quickens, and his hips start stuttering, searching for more contact for a
harder finish. He groans into the larger boy's lips, and suddenly the contact
is gone, leaving him just at the edge.
"Mirio, let me finish", he huffs the moment they separate for a breath. He is
hot and sweaty, feeling ready to come if touched. Instead the blond kisses him
on the nose playfully.
"Don't touch yourself, I need something from my backpack", he hums,
appreciatively, and saunters away, displaying the musculature of his wide back,
and inhumanly shaped ass. Izuku is willing to bet that he signed his soul over
to the devil to get an ass this carved. Had da Vinci seen it, there would have
been no Mona Lisa, instead the ingenious inventor would have probably opted for
a pair of those glutes.
Izuku swallows thickly as the haze and lust in his head clear a bit. He watches
Mirio rustle through his small sack, and it suddenly hits him. Mirio is going
to take him, they are going to... to fuck! The realization sends him scampering
back until his back hits the wall, making the poor thing shake dramatically.
Though the inn's constructional integrity is not his particular concern now, so
he doesn't care much about that. What if he hurts Mirio? What if he looses
control of his powers and literally rips his boyfriend's dick off?! A million
unlikely, impossible and fictional scenarios speed through his brain in a bid
for the most horrifying end of their soon to be consummated relationship.
***
Meanwhile Mirio's hands are shaking as he remembers how he got One For All. He
ingested some of All Might's DNA. Would that mean that he could accidentally
pass on the quirk to Izuku through unprotected sex?! The realization sends his
hands from the gentle tremors he is experiencing to full on Parkinson shake.
What about blow jobs?! Did he just give up blow jobs for as long as he has that
quirk?! No, no, the teen calms himself, finally fishing out a condom and a
small bottle of lube. Who knows how far they will get this time... How the
freaking hell is he to discuss this with his mentors?! 'Oh I am sorry, can I
have sex with my boyfriend?', that would have Yagi-san spewing a fountain of
blood in a second!
With a determined sigh, and a tiny pep talk he turns to face the music. They
are old enough, they can do it! At least that's what he thinks until he
realizes Izuku is possibly as nervous as he is.
"Sorry had to get, the... lube", he finishes lamely, shaking the bottle, and
watching Izuku swallow. Well, here goes all their sex drive, flying out the
window to chase the setting sun.
"Umm... If you don't want to try I'll understand", he adds, trying to diffuse
the tension in the air. After all it's not like he doesn't want Izuku to enjoy
it. If anything he wants Izuku to love it, every damn moment of it. Mirio chews
at his lower lip, feeling the nerves flare up like never before. How is it he
can face villains, but the perspective of his first time puts the fear of God
into him faster than Auntie Midoriya ever could.
"Umm... Maybe a bath first?", Izuku answers, with a shadow of his usual radiant
smile. Mirio releases a breath he didn't know he was holding, a bath sounds
wonderful just about now.
***
"This would have been far easier if you had finished me off earlier", Izuku
grumbles under his breath. It's possibly the most adorable thing Mirio has ever
seen. The tips of the boy's ears are red as tomatoes, and even the petulant
tone sounds endearing at worst, downright cute at best. A green nest of hair
rests under his chin, the tips of some of the rowdier strands tickling his
nose, and the lean, muscled back rests against his chest. It's nice, a bit
exciting, so he is forced to battle a hard on, because like any man he can
supply blood to only one organ responsible for thinking at a time. Nevertheless
it's far better than what happened on their earlier visit here.
"Hey Izu, are you getting a grip on your new ability?", Mirio whispers, moving
his hands from the stones lining the edge of the pool to his boyfriend's toned
stomach. The skin is even softer with all the heat, and the amount of soaking
they did today. Late at night the onsen is absolutely unforgettable. Soft
lights hanging from sparse lampoons provide a warm glow, which contrasts
beautifully with the cold light of the full moon. The air is cool and
refreshing despite the steaming water surrounding their bodies. The night is
filled with the sounds of an army of crickets chirping their love songs, and
probably driving his boyfriend crazy. Absentmindedly Mirio tickles Izuku,
earning an elbow to the ribs in return. He'd like to live like that, or at
least have times like that more often. This whole kidnapping thing, and now One
For All, they are a bit much even if you are supposed to be the next big hero.
Izuku's soft answer rips Mirio away from his musings.
"Sort of. I think I found something to home in on, so I can more easily strip
away other sounds and keep volumes manageable", Izuku answers, one hand
tickling Mirio's nape, while the other mindlessly caresses the large forearms
wrapping him up in a tight embrace. Their thighs touch underwater adding to the
warmth of the whole experience. Izuku really had put together a master plan,
and the run down inn is a bull's eye.
"And what would that something be?", Mirio asks, relishing in the feeling of a
smaller hand carding through his wet hair. It's ridiculous, but he could swear
that the soft green hair his nose is tucked into smells of pine.
"Your...your heartbeat", Izuku stammers out, and something in Mirio's chest
flutters.
"Please don't get a heart attack", the boy sitting in front of him mutters, his
crimson ears shifting into a fine cherry hue, as Mirio pulls him in even
closer.
***
So the onsen wasn't a complete bust, Izuku concludes remembering the tight
embrace of Mirio's thick arms. He was always a sucker for these hugs, but
recently he seems to have grown a dangerous addiction. At least so it seems to
him, as he nuzzles into the broad muscled chest, and tangles their legs
together. Despite soaking late into the night in the hot springs Mirio doesn't
smell like them, instead the aroma of rain attacks his nostrils, as the blond's
slow heartbeat thunders in his ears. Sleepily his boyfriend pulls him closer,
until their bodies are aligned, and his head is resting on Mirio's bicep. For
all ends and purposes Izuku hopes that winter will come quickly this year,
because the blond emits enough heat to power a small kitchen.
Speaking off, Izuku lets his hearing flare up, targeting the room, which had
previously been the source of the very telling noises. There are two
heartbeats, slow, steady, and perfectly in sync, so close that they can be
barely told apart in fact. A small smile creeps on his face. It's nice that
Katsuki, for all his bad attitude, managed to bag someone as good as Eijirou.
He silently hopes that in fact these two will have much more luck in keeping
their relationship low key, especially from a certain skilled, brown haired
demon of gravity and gambling.
"I love you", Izuku mutters, looking up at Mirio's sleeping face. Something
about his boyfriend has changed since yesterday, but he can't quite put his
finger on it. If only he could not worry about having... doing the deed with
Mirio. It would have been so much easier. Rationally, Mirio probably is very
knowledgeable about... fine, sex. But what if something goes wrong? A
tightening embrace reminds him, that Mirio has probably that part figured out
too. A quiet giggle escapes him, before the green haired teen lets himself sink
into sleep.
***
Izuku thought that the days when their mornings could be considered mayhem were
long over. It suffices to say that he was gravely mistaken. That faithful
morning when they wake up the sun is already high up, and if Izuku's
calculations are anywhere near accurate, unfortunately they usually are,
Aizawa-sensei should be pulling into the driveway in less than ten minutes.
This results in an inn-sized apocalypse, when Katsuki Screaming Bakugou learns
that they will not be having 'fucking breakfast'. As two superpowered teens try
stuffing their backpacks in a hurry, the youthful version of the famous cook,
Gordon Ramsay, astounds the Kirishima family and the surround inhabitants of
the forest with a flurry and variety of swears in three different languages,
one being French. As unexpected as Katsuki's sudden francophoney would be the
soon to be departed youngsters don't give two hoots about it.
Instead as soon as they are done packing, with barely two minutes to spare
Izuku nearly vacuums the plates clean, claiming he needs the energy for
running, and ignoring two horrified gazes directed at his dirty face. They
squeeze in a quick goodbye, before Mirio 'mounts' his faithful steed slash
boyfriend, and depart at speed supersonic. It's not very surprising when they
pass a black Toyota just making it onto the muddy road leading to the onsen,
driven by one very tired, very annoyed teacher.
Chapter End Notes
     I hope you enjoyed it!
     Next time:
     The return home
***** Vision *****
Chapter Summary
     The Midoriya family is prone to accidents. Luckily over the years,
     thanks to mental fortitude and great skills in wielding kitchenware
     they have mastered the art of survival.
Chapter Notes
     Hey, sorry for the long time to update. I was really hard pressed at
     work, and the thesis lately is driving me crazy. I really had no idea
     that being so picky about how you code can cause you so much
     headache.
     Anyways, here you go! Enjoy! We are slowly getting to the fun parts!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Going at half the speed of sound, few things tend to be heard aside from the
roar of the wind in your ears. Though for Izuku Midoirya this deafening ruckus
plays in harmony with slow and steady beats of heart trapped in a chest pressed
against his back. The world around him seems stilled, cars crawling along
millimeters a minute. It's almost refreshing, but it leaves Izuku's mind free
to wander. What will he meet when they finally get home? The villains know
where he comes from, they know how his house and parents look like. The heroes
promised to help relocate them if their parents so desired. Then again, his
mother was always rather stubborn about changing the way she lives her life.
These thoughts mull through his head as he crosses the border, of the pint
sized village where he grew up, Chisaimura. The name seems fitting, composed of
few things, but a local school, hospital, the huge marketplace, famous for its
organic produce, a couple of shops lining the main street, also the only street
with lights, it brings back pleasant memories. Chisaimura is surrounded by
mountainous forests, a place of their childhood adventures. However Izuku
doesn't dwell on these, instead he circumvents the 'city center', opting for a
more direct route home.
Within seconds his heels dig into the ground halting his momentum, and slowing
down to human speeds. Mirio's hands grip the material of his shirt tighter, as
the world comes into perception. Thinking about it now, Mirio's heart is
hammering like crazy, and the boy is panting, his breath tickling Izuku's neck
pleasantly. Perhaps in the future he should refrain from such extreme speeds?
"Thanks", Mirio whispers in his ear, "I wouldn't mind riding you for realz
though", he adds playfully, and Izuku's heart does that funny twist, he heard
about too many times. Meanwhile the sly, bomb dropping teen dismounts, and
stretches his back. Izuku watches the toned muscles flex, almost visible under
the slightly too small tshirt hugging Mirio's form.
"Note to self, buy more small shirts for Mirio", he mumbles, eyes glued to the
exposed patch of skin. Mirio's hands drop to his side, and the tantalizing view
is once again obscured.
"Hey, Izu, why is the door to your house open?", the blond asks, turning his
head to gouge Izuku's reaction, and snapping the boy out of his reverie.
Izuku's eyes quickly turn to the front porch. The door is half open, but the
inside is dark. Would the villains have gotten here already? That's possible,
but what would they want with an empty house? Izuku tilts his head, letting his
hearing go rampant, the stove is on, and there are two heartbeats, one frantic,
the other controlled, and steady.
"Let's go Mirio!", Izuku yells, already charging straight for the door. As they
near the entrance a male voice screams in pain.
In a leap they barrel through the door, and into the living room combined with
a kitchen, to a view they most certainly did not expect. Inko Midoriya is
standing over Sir Nighteye clutching a skillet to her chest. The man is on the
floor, knocked out cold, with a comically large lump already growing on his
head.
"Mom?", Izuku asks, jaw growing lax.
"I swear this is not what it looks like", the timid woman pips, quickly hiding
her 'weapon' behind her back.
***
For all ends and purposes Autnie's surprise attack ended up bringing his own
parents to her house. That in turn resulted in the six of them sitting on
various chairs dragged from all around the house into the living room, and the
knocked out hero resting, still unconscious, on the couch. Mirio is hard at
work, trying to slap his mentor back into reality, but it seems that the frying
pan really did a number on him. Then again falling by the hand of Auntie
Midoriya was not a shame, it was a damned privilege.
"Auntie I think you might have damaged Sir permanently", Mirio hums with a
furrowed brow, stepping away from the man who's cheeks have already turned
bright red from the onslaught of less than gentle waking attempts. He turns to
watch Inko-san's reaction, while scratching his chin, and the few blond hair
already growing there.
For a moment the green hair woman seems perturbed, far more than her son at
least. Izuku is sitting on the floor, watching the man so intently Mirio is
actually frightened that Sir might end up being incinerated. His parents, on
the other hand are once again passing neatly folded bills back and forth, or
giggling quietly, when they think he isn't watching. But before he gets to say
a word a loud gasp reaches his ears. The springs of the couch creek as Sir
Nighteye sits up abruptly, gasping for air and looking around disoriented and
mildly frightened.
"Where am I?", he gasps, running his hands quickly over his body, as though
looking for something. A pair of frantic golden eyes meet Mirio's own black
ones.
"How are you Sensei?", the blond chirps. Thinking about it, Sir Nighteye should
count his lucky stars. There was this one incident when a robber sneaked into
Auntie's house. They must have been around seven or eight back then. Mirio
remembers hearing a lot of commotion coming from the house, and when he came
the next day to check out what happened, he found a man tied to a tree, with
the word "Burglar" written all over his back in red paint. He remembers it
vividly, because it was the first time he had seen a villain truly repenting,
loudly, very loudly, promising to start his way on the path of the righteous
and begging to be taken to prison, all at the same time. Of course back then
his younger self attributed this to a work of some hero with a skewed sense of
humor. Years of dealing with Midoriya's taught him to know better.
"What happened?", Sir croaks, "Short story", he adds, knowing full well Mirio
might just spin up a tale worthy of Lord of the Rings, or whatever it is his
apprentice's boyfriend is reading lately.
"Short story. You walked into Auntie's house. She thought you were a robber,
knocked ya out, and then we showed up", Mirio recounts and flashes his mentor a
huge smile. It's only then that Sir dares look around, to see Toogata's
parents, the shorty who by all logic is his own mentor's illegitimate son, and
a woman who could be the boy's mother. The only issue is that the earlobes
don't match. Other than that he wouldn't be able to tell that they are not
related by blood. His head feels as though a villain took a club, and decided
he didn't like round objects.
"Gah", Sir groans, a frown already forming on his face. Things don't add up.
Why are these two here? Wasn't Eraserhead supposed to watch over them. "Mirio",
he turns his attention back to his apprentice, a menacing glare already gracing
his features, "What are you doing here?", he drawls, putting as much annoyance
into every syllable as he can. He is really going to have a talk with Aizawa
later if they slipped out somehow, and with these two as well. He may be
protective of his sidekick, but disobeying a direct order is another thing
entirely.
The blond flinches, and hides behind the shrimp, shrinking in on himself. "We
sort of decided to grab a small vacation?", his protege smiles, scratching the
back of his head bashfully. A vacation... at a time where they are directly
targeted by villains?! If it wasn't serious it would almost be funny.
Unfortunately Sir is not in the mood for jokes.
"You did what?!", Sir snaps, about ready to strangle Mirio, be he the next user
of One For All or not. He is already off the couch and mid step--
CLANG! The sound of a skillet colliding with the hero's head echoes in the
living room.
***
"Mom! Why?!", Izuku whines, gesturing to the hero once again out cold on the
sofa. The Toogata's are snickering like a pack of hyenas, while Mirio tries
reviving his mentor, and keeping his parents at manageable volumes at the same
time.
"He needed some sense punched into him. If it was his home he could yell all he
want, but here he is my guest and on my t-", Inko's lecture is cut short when a
man with two knives in his hands bursts through the front door. Izuku's head
snaps to. So the villains did come after all. He is ready to barrel into the
man, when a skillet zips past. With quite a shock he realizes that his kind
hearted, gentle souled, fluffier than Bambi, mother just chucked her favorite
cooking tool at the villain. Not only that, she did so with surprising
accuracy, speed and force. Before the villain, can even utter a word, the
skillet hits him straight between the eyes, shattering his nose, and most
likely giving him a near death experience. The living room falls eerily silent,
as the pan hits the floor with a graceless thud. Every pair of eyes watches the
villain swing on his legs, take a step backwards, and fall over the railings
straight into their herb garden.
"MOM!", Izuku barks, gesturing towards the front door.
"Yes son?", his mother queries with a loving smile as the skillet soars nimbly
back into her hand. Mirio's mom gives a low chuckle, his father shortly joining
her, and before long both are doubled over in laughter. Mirio just stares in
shock at what was possibly the strangest battle he has ever seen. Izuku's mind
is stuck in a perpetual loop of shock and horror. Did he just witness his
mother go ballistic? If that is at all a word that can be applied to someone as
gentle and caring as her?
A low groan comes from the sofa.
***
"So in my understanding you two have come here because...", Sir trails off,
reigning in all the sarcasm, snark, and impatience, and the pounding headache
as best as he can. The cold seeping through the bag of ice, chills his mind,
easing the pain of two giant lumps, courtesy of Inko Midoriya, the woman, who's
proficiency with the skillet will probably someday become a legend and
somebody's early demise. A quiet hum of approval, from the aforementioned demon
of the kitchen reaches his ears, planting the seed of fear deeper in his mind.
He is never coming back here. These two completely messed up families are going
to be in Aizawa's care and that's final.
"We sort of had enough of being cooped up. I mean we can take care of
ourselves", Mirio answers. His protege is sitting next to his boyfriend, on the
the other side of the table. Both of them sipping cocoa. Sir looks disgruntled
at his own beverage, a blue steaming cup of the brown, thick liquid, which he
hated from the moment he was three. He is half tempted to leave it where it is,
before 'Auntie' gives him a pointed glare. Only then does he pretend to
actually drink.
"You do understand that this may have consequences. A suspension would be
fitting", he drawls, glaring at the duo. Young Midoriya is sitting completely
absorbed in his drink, while Mirio's black eyes meet him head on. The devil
clears her throat, making the hero flinch. "But I am sure that something can be
arranged, maybe just detention will suffice", he says. Luckily the small
offering seems to appease the Goddess of the Skillet. He does not believe one
bit that they just needed some time off. But if he stays here maybe he can
somehow find out what is actually wrong. Or at least what these two are up to.
He just needs to get in their reach. Somehow young Mirio seems to have figured
him out though, because he keeps Midoriya away, as well as staying just beyond
his long reach himself. A small smirk slips onto Sir's lips, he always knew
Mirio was intelligent, but right now he feels a little bit outplayed.
"Thanks Sensei. You are a life saver", his protege beams. In such dire
circumstances and at risk of being clubbed to death with a skillet does he
really have a choice, but be one? Nighteye sighs tiredly, how exactly did he
get himself into this pickle again? Oh right, he was doing All Might a favor.
"Speaking of consequences. Midoriya-san may I ask what happened with the
villain who burst in here during my indisposition?", he asks, turning his face
to the plump woman, who is seeping her coco at the head of the table.
"Let's say he has learned a very important lesson today", the green haired
woman answers mysteriously. He can't see the look of pure amusement on his
student's face, but he notices the calculating mischief deep in the kind,
emerald eyes. It sends shivers down his spine, as he realizes that her adopted
son may be equally inclined, only far more powerful. Anyhow, he needs to get
back on track, as much as this whole situation is hilarious, it could also be
less painful.
"Well then, as I stated earlier, I came to help your families move. But
Midoriya-san said, and I quote, 'let them come', so I understand that she has
no intentions of leaving", he states, finally getting back to business. So far
this has been the messiest, worst planned, most screwed up 'routine' mission he
had gone on, and being All Might's sidekick you get to have a lot of
opportunities to witness 'screwed up' things.
"I am still not planning on leaving", the host answers, taking another sip of
her drink. To Sir's surprise however, the adopted son, as he chose to label
young Midoriya, stands up so abruptly the chair topples over behind him. It
seems as though his previous calm was just hiding an explosion ready to break
free. Perhaps he has got the boy pegged wrong, perhaps there can be something
very interesting to him other than his quirk.
"Mom you are in danger! You told me our home is where we are! There is nothing
we can't take with us here!", the boy yells. It's a hotheaded reaction, but in
the end he is right. A pair of pleading emerald eyes turn to him, with a
faintest nod, looking for support.
"Your son is right Midoriya-san. You are endangering yourself", he adds in
earnest, letting his hand rest on the table, and turning to face the woman. He
is given a soft motherly smile, the feeling behind it feels almost foreign.
"I am afraid we will discuss that after dinner. If you are so afraid for our
safety Sir Nighteye, you are welcome to stay", the bizarre woman says, getting
to her feet and walking around the table. What could be so important here that
she would risk her life for it? Inko Midoriya did not strike him as irrational
or unintelligent. If anything she was gentle and kind, yet cunning and quick-
witted. Sir chews on the inside of his cheek pondering the mysteries that seem
to just multiply further. It's only then that a rough hand rests on his own. He
looks up into a pair of emerald eyes, of the young man, and his vision turns,
quirk activating involuntarily.
Unlike the usual way, he has no control. He is wrenched through events, with
Izuku standing in the darkness, as he speeds across great distances, lays
still, the wind howling his ears. Goosebumps breakout on Sir's skin, as the
boy-mystery rises to his feet, his clothes tattered, soaked or frozen. Before
long they are once again speeding. He watches the boy fight, wearing a long
black coat, with red lining. Once again Sir tries wrenching control away from
the vision, but he is trapped, watching the rise of a hero. Next thing he knows
Izuku is moved back by the momentum. He steps around to see red blood bloom, on
a snow-white shirt. A second later there are five more like it, with black
blood oozing out of the wounds. The black 'S' inscribed into a pentagon is
covered in red as the boy slips to his knees.
"No, no, NO!", Sir yells in his vision, but the words are heard by no one, as
the scene slowly turns into darkness. Hurriedly he tries calculating when that
would be, but it's impossible with how skewed the perception of time was. He
knows what comes now, the vision ends, it always had after he saw the subjects
of his quirk die.
Sir is waiting for the pitch black to lift, letting him back into the homely,
warm kitchen, but before that can happen he sees a huge red cape with a golden
'S' inscribed in a pentagon. It is waving lazily in the wind, wrapping itself
around somebody. Sir squints to see who that might be when a shaking motion
snaps him out.
"Sir? Are you all right?", his protege asks in a worried tone. Mirio is leaning
over him, so close their noses almost touch. Nighteye can't help but glance to
the side. Izuku is chopping vegetables right next to his mother. They are
laughing softly about some inside joke involving kitchenware, no doubt tied to
some villains heavy, mental trauma. Seeing them happy and safe Sir releases a
breath he didn't know he was holding, and turns his attention back to his
worrisome student.
"Yes Mirio. I am fine", he answers, storing away the vision for future
reference. He will need to talk to All Might, and Aizawa and fast.
Chapter End Notes
     I hope you enjoyed it. Please leave feedback! Be brave, critical, say
     what you enjoyed and what you didn't! How else is it going to get
     better without you :)
     I hope to dig out of my work soon and be able to update faster, but
     no promises. I am supposed to defend my thesis in February, and it
     isn't even half done, so... You get the idea, more coding, less
     writing :(
***** Author break *****
Hi everyone! 
This is not a full chapter, but since updates are usually rather frequent, I
feel like you deserve an explanation.
Currently I am writing my thesis, and I am hard pressed to finish it. Also
despite the topic seeming rather mundane, the correct approach forces me to
make some tough choices.
As such until 01.03.2018 I am hanging up my writing pen. No new chapters will
be published, even though one is almost finished. I am very sorry, but this
degree is something I very much care about and will have done by that date. 
Be not afraid. The story will continue.
Best regards,
Werekoala
***** The first time *****
Chapter Summary
     Midoriya Izuku is known to be fearless, well for the most part, so
     when he set his mind to something earlier in the evening he was
     certain to get it eventually.
Chapter Notes
     I am back from the fray of my thesis. Well almost, turned out I need
     like a million fixes by Monday, but I am 95% done, so I decided to
     deliver a chapter. Sitting down I was thinking about writing
     something serious, developing the story further, and that's how I
     ended up with a huge pile of smut.
     So enjoy!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
"Aizawa-san, we have an issue", Nighteye whispers into his phone. The hero
glances over his shoulder making sure both boys are busy in the kitchen, and
not eavesdropping on the call. The outskirts of the village make the evening
spectacularly different from the ones he grew used to in the city. For starters
there are stars and the angry chirping of crickets looking to get laid.
"What is it Nighteye?", the older hero queries tiredly. There is a distinct
sound of an abused engine in the background, apparently he is making his way up
here finally. It took the two of them this long to catch up with a student,
quite... embarrassing.
"I have seen something very troubling regarding one of your students", Sir
answers, peeking over his shoulder once again. Izuku just smeared some cream on
Mirio's nose, who in turn threw some flour at him. Truly the two were a super
powered case of cavity accelerators.
"Don't be vague", Aizawa sighed over the phone, "And I guess you mean the green
haired headache of mine?", the hero adds tiredly. For a minute Nighteye wonders
whether Shota sleeps at all, he sounds like he was injecting coffee directly
into his veins, pained and largely constipated.
"I have seen him... die", he strains with the words, his fingers clutching at
the railing of the small front porch. His quirk, it was never pleasant, and it
was always scary to be in total darkness and see a stranger's life, worse yet
to see exactly the way they die. How many times had he predicted the death of
his friends already?
"When?", Aizawa get's down to business, all exhaustion gone from his voice. The
engine in the background revs loudly, as he puts the car into overdrive.
"Can't tell. The vision was too chaotic. And it didn't feel like my quirk
exactly. I didn't have control. But he looked not much older than now. And he
was wearing a black coat, and white tshirt", Sir describes the details he can
recall, "He took five bullets to the chest", he adds the last of the
information he remembers. The vision seems hazier now, not as defined as when
he first saw it, but one detail stands out, the flapping red cloth, with the
golden 'S' on its back. A red promise of a miracle or of their doom.
"That's impossible", Aizawa answers quickly, over the loud noise of the engine
straining to keep up with its impatient master's demands. Few people know, but
Aizawa Shota is a madman behind the wheel. To his misfortune Sir learned about
that from a first hand experience.
"That's what I saw. You know I am not wrong", Sir answers annoyed. They had
worked together enough for Aizawa to know that much. And this is the scary
part, he is not wrong.
"You are not always right too", Aizawa nearly yells over the engine, "I am two
hours out. Will be arriving around midnight, stay with them till then", the
hero instructs before disconnecting the call leaving All Might's protege to the
cricket concerto of lewd remarks.
Sir is tempted to chuck the phone into the bushes. Aizawa took his words too
lightly, maybe he should talk to All Might? However he crosses this though off
as soon as it forms. As far as the two of them are concerned it is Sir who is
the brains of the operation. And what just happened is typically brainiac work.
He throws another glance over his arm. Mirio is standing behind Izuku, leaning
on his boyfriend, and watching him bake. If only the blond knew...
A loud creek draws his attention, and Inko Midoriya steps out holding a pair of
plaid blankets and a thermos.
"Nighteye-san, I was wondering where you've gone", she chimes settling into an
old rocking chair and draping a blanket over herself. An identical piece is
standing next to her, slightly weather worn and seemingly unused. Must be her
late husband's Sir concludes, "take a seat, have something warm to drink", she
gives him a welcoming smile, and Sir can't suppress a flinch. Midoriya's face
falls slightly, "Did I say something wrong?", she asks quietly, a hint of
sadness dancing in the tones.
"No, no, it's just it's not usually that I run into such... cases", he answers
straining for words. They lock eyes, and he can see her pointing gently at the
chair, leaving him with an open invitation, before she relaxes against the
cushioned wood with a small cup of steaming tea. For the first time in a long
while Sir feels put on the spot, how should he behave now? Should he sit? But
she may just be doing that because she feels like she ought to accommodate him
at the same time there is weird squeezing feeling in his chest, sorrow.
Ultimately he takes a seat, stiffly reclining against the chair which leans
back. The red blanket is thick and warm, and the moment he settles a small cup
is pressed into his hands. The liquid inside is dark, not really like Japanese
tea. Cautiously he smells it, it isn't tea, if anything is reminds him of wine.
Carefully he takes a sip and the taste of wine, oranges and cinnamon floods his
mouth. It's sweet, surprisingly so, and strong.
"What is this?", he asks the lady, who's cheeks have already turned rosy.
"Mulled wine, my husband's favorite", she answers lightly. But Sir can see the
slight waver in her voice, and the tiny flicker in her eyes.
"You must really miss him", he answers in a serious voice, and takes another
sip, now feeling the warmth spread in his chest.
"You have no idea. Now tell me what is this hero work exactly, because I can't
seem to figure out who pays whom and what for because it just makes no sense. I
mean why not just you know deal with the issue yourself?", the woman asks and
Sir's eyes grow to the size of a saucer.
"What do you mean deal with it yourself?", he asks half gaping, as the woman
snags the mug from his fingers.
"My quirk is attracting small objects", she says lightly before looking him
dead in the eyes, "Men tend to have two of them", she adds and takes a sip
loudly.
***
"Sir and Mom are outside and we have an hour till the cake is done", Izuku
mutters as he pulls Mirio up the stairs by the wrist. It's way too late to go
exploring right now. But they will go searching for some clues tomorrow because
his mom must have a serious reason for not wanting to leave so he might as well
put Mirio's sizable hands to good use. A sly smirk creeps onto his lips, and
not a moment later he locks the door of his small room. There isn't really much
to it, a desk, a bed, a telescope standing by the window, some less than
innocent magazines hidden under the mattress from the times Mirio through Izuku
was straight, actually he is going to want an explanation for that one. Mirio's
backpack is standing in the corner, after all he didn't have time to drop by
his home yet, even if it is across the street. And despite the debacle and
catastrophe of his mother knocking out a hero, twice, and then 'disappearing a
problem' he has a certain something on his mind, a certain something they
started but didn't get to finish back at the inn because he got scared.
"Izu, what are you do-", Mirio starts but with a firm pull Izuku manages to
pull him down locking their lips together. Mirio tastes of cake mix and tea.
The taller boy gasps, and Izuku isn't waiting to slip his tongue in and go
exploring until he can get a low moan out of his boyfriend and a big hand
pressing them together closer. He is so into the kiss that when Mirio picks him
up by the back of his thighs he releases a small yelp. Izuku wraps his legs
around Mirio's waist, and goes to maul his boyfriend's neck. The blond smells
of sweat and rain, and it's the most arousing thing he can think off, getting
him hard in just a few moments as Mirio presses his back firmly against the
wall, one hand under his ass the other pulling at his shirt clumsily. He let's
go off his boyfriend's neck with a small pop, and the tshirt is tugged off of
him, just before he is pressed into his old mattress. Izuku releases a small
giggle wondering if Sir had seen his future, if so he really must have had some
really great poker face training. Mirio draws back panting, and slips out of
his own tshirt, displaying his sculpted body, and sending a pulse of lighting
down Izuku's spine.
He licks his lips, as his hands fly up to his boyfriends belt, trying his
fastest to undo the clasp before Mirio can manage the task for him, the shrewd
blond presses him lips to Izuku's neck, and teeth graze over his pulse, sending
sparks flying to his brain. Mirio makes short work of his pants and climbs off
to tug them off leaving Izuku in his underwear, to admire as the taller boy
strips out of his own jeans. Izuku's eyes slide over the thick thighs and over
a hard on straining against Mirio's yellow boxers.
"Take these off", he purrs, hoping to sound seductive. And his boyfriend
obliges, letting him admire his erection before diving down, and hooking his
thumbs behind the waistband of Izuku's red boxers. In one pull the material is
gone, and Mirio presses his weight down on Izuku, spreading his legs and
rubbing their erections together. Little thunderbolts sizzle through Izuku's
nerves as they rut together, arching their hips clumsily. Not thinking much he
latches onto Mirio's neck sucking a purple bruise into the skin, as a rough
hand squeezes his but, making him squeak. Mirio starts inching lower biting
marks into his skin, and muttering little praises, slowly driving Izuku out of
his mind. He is trying his best to stay quiet, even though his mom will most
likely be outside for at least a couple of hours, but the will to do so leaves
him, when a wet hotness engulfs his dick.
He moans loudly as Mirio takes him in, and again as the boy backs up. A small
cough escapes the blond's throat.
"All right?", Izuku asks, breathless, and sweating like never before. His hands
grip golden strands of hair pulling slightly as Mirio slings his legs over his
shoulders and spreads them to make more room. The pace quickens with Mirio
using one hand to grip him at the base, and the other to squeeze his ass,
seemingly deaf to little pleas falling from Izuku's lips.
"Stop, STOP!", he breathes after a while, and in an instant the warmth of
Mirio's mouth is gone, "Fuck", Izuku groans trying to hold back, as he sees
Mirio's flushed face and the drool still hanging from his lips.
"What's the matter", Mirio pants, and Izuku is pretty sure he is about to
selfcombust.
"Can you... um...", he mumbles, heaving, how do you put such a crude thing into
words, and try to sound sexy, "Um you know?", he queries weakly, and watches a
spark of understanding quickly turn Mirio's expression very predatory. A wicked
grin spreads on his face, as he gives a soft bite to Izuku's thigh.
"Happily", Mirio mutters against the soft skin, before getting of the bed and
getting to his backpack. For a split second Izuku is afraid of what he just
asked for, but then he remembers that the older boy would never hurt him. An
absurd idea that he might accidentally set of his super strength and snap
Mirio's dick clean off crosses his mind, maybe he should be the active side
this time around. He looks up at Mirio's muscled ass, and concludes he wouldn't
really mind toping that, would he? It's just the question of well, reach and
proportions, because he has got strength to spare. Mirio turns around with a
small bottle and a square of plastic in his hand, and in less then a breath is
back on him mauling his neck, his hands gripping his hips and and pressing his
knees up for better angle.
"Don't worry. I got ya", Mirio mumbles into the kiss, and Izuku hears the
bottle clicking open, his breath hitching. Mirio keeps kissing him, slowly and
passionately, not like when they started out, he is unhurriedly squeezing air
of Izuku's lungs so when a cold, wet finger touches his entrance Izuku gasps
into the kiss, "Relax, yeah?", Mirio asks, and Izuku nods taking a deep breath,
as the finger massages around his entrance. For once he sees the downside of
Mirio's large sexy hands, as the finger sluggishly presses into him, and his
fingers clench around Mirio's shoulders. It's not painful, but the feeling is
strange foreign, and makes him feel a little funny.
"How are you feelin'?", Mirio asks, his concerned eyes soothing whatever worry
took hold of Izuku for a fleeting moment.
"Fine, but it's weird", he answers looking away, and blushing. Damn this is
awkward! Why does a first time have to be so awkward?!
"I'll move it a bit", Mirio says sliding the digit out, and slowly pushing it
back in. Izuku gasps loudly, the sensation making his whole body tingle. Mirio
leans in kissing him slowly and working him in a steady rhythm. A few minutes
pass, and Izuku adjusts to the strange sensation, even starts pushing back a
little, as Mirio figures out from his little gasps and whines what the best
angle is. Mirio is pressing on something within him, making his dick harder
than he could have thought possible. It's almost painful, and with a strained
groan he reaches down to jerk himself off, unable to take the building
pressure. He is almost there when a strong hand pulls him away, leaving him
straining for contact.
"Not yet, not like that", Mirio mutters and bites into the place where his
shoulder, as another finger starts delicately rubbing at his entrance, "How far
would you like to go Izu?", Mirio whispers into his ear, his voice and the
tempo of his thrust slightly picking up causing Izuku to answer in an
incoherent series of whines. Torturous tit! "Didn't catch that", Mirio whispers
with a smirk, and the finger finally pushes into him, Mirio slowing down the
pace enough for Izuku to realize he has dug his nails into his boyfriends broad
back. He feels sticky with sweat, as Mirio kisses him one more time. How far
does he want to go? With his free hand he grabs Mirio's sizable, dick and
wonders, 'How the actual fuck will that fit in there?!', and yet he can't help
the anticipation coiling low in his spine and the heat bubbling in his stomach.
They should have half an hour more at least, shouldn't they?
"Plus ultra", he whispers back, grinning, and Mirio snorts.
"Shoulda figured", the blond adds, picking up the pace once again, and doing
ridiculously well at keeping Izuku just on the edge. Frantically he grabs
Mirio's dick and starts jerking him off in erratic movements as the blond picks
up speed and depth.
"Put it in", Izuku rasps, as he starts adjusting to the two fingers. He should
be able to take it.
"Not yet", Mirio whispers, before attacking his mouth again, and excruciatingly
slowly a third finger forces its way in, eliciting a strained groan as a shiver
runs through his thighs. Izuku is stuck between the world of pleasure and
discomfort, maybe even pain, as Mirio slowly loosens him up further, his
fingers dig into the broad shoulders again, as he bites down on Mirio's lip
drawing a little bit of blood.
"You ready?", Mirio asks through the haze, and Izuku nods. Slowly Mirio
extracts his fingers, leaving Izuku feeling strangely empty. He watches Mirio
tear the packet open with his teeth and slip the rubber ring over his dick,
before lubing it up and giving it a few strokes. Izuku swallows thickly,
raising himself on his elbows.
"I have no clue how to do it", Izuku mutters embarrassed. He has thought about
it plenty of times, and yet never figured out how exactly he wants to have his
first time. Mirio crawls on top of him wordlessly, and raises Izuku's hips to
rest on his thighs.
"Relax, and if you want me to stop, just say it", Mirio says softly, it's only
now that Izuku notices the little tremor in Mirio's voice, or how much he is
fumbling with aligning himself. Could he be nervous as well?
"I am sure it will be great", he encourages with a smile, feeling a little bit
of pressure. It grows as Mirio starts pushing past the ring of muscle, slowly
burying himself deeper. 'It hurts, it hurts', Izuku keeps on thinking and bites
down on his lip. As though on cue Mirio slows down.
"Should I pull out?", the blond asks, but Izuku shakes his head and takes in a
couple of deep breathes which relieve a bit of pressure.
"Give ma a moment", he hisses out, and Mirio leans in, kissing him deeply,
taking his focus of the sting, as he slides in slowly. His mind is on fire by
the time Mirio is buried completely, and he is pretty sure, his hands are going
to leave bruises on these unholy beautiful shoulders. They stay like that for a
few moments Mirio not moving, but kissing him passionately, patiently letting
him adjust.
"All right?", Mirio asks, and Izuku bucks his hips in an answer. Mirio groans
into his mouth, apparently pleased with the answer and replying with a thrust
of his own. They continue the non verbatim dialog, but it doesn't take long for
Mirio to find the right spot. This in turn causes Izuku to run his nails over
Mirio's broad back, as large hands squeeze his hips. It's almost like a violent
dance, as they try to outdo one another within their limited realm of
experience.
"Shit, I'm close", Mirio rasps into his ear after a couple of minutes. Izuku's
mind turns to sludge when a large hand wraps around him, stroking him into an
orgasm of his own, and sending lighting through his system, as he spills out
thick white strands over his stomach and chest. Mirio shudders, thrusting more
roughly a couple more times before trembling and collapsing on top of Izuku
panting heavily. For a moment they are stuck in silence, and Izuku starts
playing with the hair on Mirio's nape, before Mirio slides out of him, leaving
behind strange emptiness.
"You were amazing", Izuku murmurs, feeling quite exhausted and rather sleepy.
"Thanks, you were awesome yourself", Mirio whispers back, slowly getting his
bearings back. He slips out of Izuku's hold and takes off the condom, tying it
off before dumping it into the trash bin. Izuku listens to the hammering in his
boyfriend's heart, a faint smirk spreading on his lips, as his body cools down.
His eyes drift shut, and the next thing he knows he is pressed into a broad
chest, with a small tuft of hair in the center. A large arm is draped over him.
Just before falling asleep he manages to get a few sensible thoughts out.
"I love you", he mumbles, "Get the pie out of the oven", he adds and drifts
off, to the stead rhythm of his favorite heart.
***
Meanwhile downstairs...
"And then he plowed the field overnight!", Inko yells loudly making the hero
cry with laughter as he imagines the pint sized boy pull a plow while holding a
flash light, "And don't get me started on how these two were when they were
younger. Inseparable I tell you", the lady of the house slurs slightly, the
alcohol getting to the both of them. She chats so happily, she must have really
missed some company. "Though it wasn't until he was much older that his quirk
kicked in. He heaved a whole bus out of a river, almost like All Might!", the
lady chatters amicably.
Normally Sir Nighteye would have started suspecting something, but the two
bumps on his head, the question of a now missing villain, mulled wine and a
scary vision he saw today, and an even scarier one he imagined his senses
dulled enough to make just the smallest of oversights.
Chapter End Notes
     I really like reading all these fics where they are first timers and
     it 'just works oh so well'. So here is my take on that, less like
     Mac, more like Linux (pardon the pun).
     Anyways, leave your love. I promise the next chapter will be geared
     towards the story more!
***** Origin *****
Chapter Summary
     The origin begins to unravel
Chapter Notes
     Hi, terribly sorry for the long break. My thesis was a bitch,
     something major league. I had too much on my plate dealing with it to
     write. However, I am back, and promise to keep a regular update. I am
     trying to write to apps simultaneously but I will do my best to keep
     up for you galls and guys.
     So have another chapter of Izuku's great adventures, as the secret as
     to who he is starts to unravel.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Now there is a number of things that are Mirio's goals in life. Certainly
becoming a number one hero and Izuku's future husband rank towards the top.
Somewhere further are being a good friend and student, but nowhere on that
elbow length list is the remote prospect of mooning a teacher. And on top of
that the scariest of them all, the unholy man, the one with a heart where light
doesn't shine, Aizawa Bad-Motherfucker Shouta. Now in order to understand how
that catastrophic scenario of Mirio with his pants down, or rather off, leaning
over and Aizawa in the same room transpired we need to back up a little bit.
Not ten minutes ago, a couple of things happened consecutively. Mirio, got out
of bed, though highly unwillingly, after having his first time, feeling warm
and fuzzy and sleepy all over, but he promised to make sure the pie does not
burn. He was humming a soft, bouncy tune, perhaps 'With or without you' by U2,
all highly content as he descended into the kitchen. At much the same time a
stallion of steel, with a cat bumper sticker, muddy from the long travels,
bearing a rider as weary as death herself or himself, depending on where you
are from, sped through the quiet night town. It didn't take the man long to
turn onto the dusty road leading to the two secluded houses, his tiers spewing
mud like angry demons. Certain that his mentor and his lovely future mother in
law are tending to a thermos of mulled wine, Mirio didn't threat to put on much
apart from a flowery apron, with the words 'I am the babe' printed on it in
large green letters. In that attire, or rather as clothed as God ever meant the
man to be he reaches into the searing stove focused only on extracting the
sweetened creation of his boyfriend's. He is bent, careful, inspecting the pie,
when the doors are thrown open with a thunderous bang. A man, a hero, with eyes
red as stop lights storms though them, and stops mid step, taken aback by the
sight of a teen's bare ass.
***
A hollow silence falls on the room, before Mirio rights himself unconcerned,
after all his mentor and auntie Midoriya had seen him less than adequately
clothed a multitude of times.
"Auntie I pulled the pie out of the oven, don't worry", he throws carelessly
over his arm, not sparing the adults a look. The apple pie looks darn near
perfect, it just needs some seasoning with cinnamon and it will be possibly the
best thing Izuku has ever baked. During the year they maintained a strict diet,
making sure that no 'bad carbs' get in the way of keeping a perfect form. But
now, after the sports festival with Izuku amongst the top in his year. And
that's besides the whole kidnapping ordeal. Mirio would never confess but he
was quite shaken up afterwards, and now he had to deal with becoming the next
'All Might'. Simply it is a wee bit much for a humble country boy. With a small
sigh he puts the pie on the window sill to let the crisp night air cool it. Out
here everything is so much calmer and fresher. He can't help but marvel at the
peace.
"MIRIO TOOGATA!!!", a bellow straight from hell rips from a throat he longed
not to hear. He spins around frantically to see Aizawa-sensei staring him down
now, his eyes red and shiny just like Rudolf's nose and scowl so menacing it
could easily rival Maleficent. A horrid realization that the man just saw his
back side, as fine as it is, takes over Mirio's mind.
"Sensei!", he answers, straining at a friendly tone, despite being well aware
that his only escape from the piercing glare directed at him is the window,
which he has a 50/50 chance of fitting through, thanks to all the weight
training and a hearty farm upbringing. 'Shit!', Mirio shrieks in his mind,
watching the man advance.
"Where?", Aizawa sounds like Don Corleone, the voice deep and throaty, or
perhaps a demon from hell is possessing the man. Either isn't good actually.
"Upstairs!", Mirio nearly squeals, selling Izuku out, and cowering back. He
hasn't ever seen Aizawa get violent against students. Then again they were on a
run for the third day today. So anything is likely, including being turned into
hamburger patty. There are huge black circles under the man's eyes, as though
the last time he slept was a century ago, and one hand is wrapped around the
scarf-bandage used for restraining unruly students or basically anything that
gets in Aizawa's way.
"Good", the man snaps, before flopping on the sofa and passing out. This just
leaves auntie staring at her new surprise guest in bewilderment, and Mirio
exhaling in relief.
***
As it turns out after learning about Inko Midoriya's very brutal way of
disposing of local villains and the one non local case sent to 'fetch her'
Aizawa is more than willing to agree to a few days of rest and stay at the calm
rural house. He isn't exactly sure what Midoriya-san meant by 'utilizing
adequate methods to obtain the truth' from said sent villain, but he isn't sure
he wants to know. Perhaps, it's for the better, since the moment the man saw
Inko he started crying, begging and cursing, in various proportions. He even
went as far as to mention something about 'water boarding' and Aizawa just
wished that was a lie, because it was too unbelievable to be true even if Sir
begged to disagree claiming the now agreeable woman to be perfectly capable of
such 'solutions'.
Aizawa didn't expect the country life to be so soothing. He would wake up at
dawn, and feel well rested, help around the house a little, take a long walk,
and nap under the tree. Meanwhile the boys seemed to be searching the house
from cellar to the roof, lord only knows looking what for. Sir decided to head
back to the city, but now there was a strange warmth to the man, different from
the usual aloof professionalism. Perhaps if Shota wasn't a hero he could settle
for a life as simple as that. For the most part Inko is gone, working her shift
at the hospital where one of the doctors from Argentina gave her a pet name: La
Puta del Diablo. It didn't take long for Aizawa to Google what that meant, only
adding to the horrifying dualism of the woman's personality.
The nights were a different matter. Aizawa quickly learned that the best course
of action is to spend the evenings with a book and a cup of strong, hot wine.
For that there were two reasons, first and foremost it didn't require much
energy, besides Midoriya Inko seemed to have accumulated an impressive library,
and being a picky reader these weren't any dumb romance novels. Aizawa quickly
took to Count of Monte Cristo, a novel he enjoyed at any age. There was just
something about the strategizing antihero, who would go above and beyond to see
justice done in the way he envisioned. He also learned that the nurse enjoyed
criminal novels, the more complex the riddle, the better. She had a keen mind,
and a lively imagination, and could drink him under the table any day of the
week. Now the second reason was far more important for Aizawa, he didn't want
to sit in the living room with Toogata and Midoriya one floor above going at it
with the force that caused the house to sway. At least young Mirio was putting
his quirk 'to a good use'. On one of the chillier evening when the strong wine
penetrated his system he asked if she really didn't care that her son was going
at it with his best friend like tomorrow was not going to come. The answer was
quite surprising in its simplicity "They love one another, and it's not like
they can get pregnant". She did have a point. So for the time being he ignored
the shaking house, the sound of the bed breaking followed by a string of curses
uttered in a voice which sounded very much like Inko's son.
That just left one troubling thing. Sir's vision. The man has been wrong so far
only once. And for all ends and purposes he will need to test a few theories
when everyone is back to school. For now Aizawa decided to keep it a secret,
gently urging Inko to spend as much time as she could with her son. To be
honest he was growing too fond of the woman and her freckled brat.
In that state of bliss the last day of their stay takes Aizawa by surprise. He
can't help but feel a little sad about that, and that makes him even more
bewildered. Stumped he realizes that he may have grown... attached to Midoriya
Inko and her freckled son. That thought makes him stumped and constipated as
the final dinner nears. The Toogatas, a laughing pack of hyenas, if he is to be
asked, are going to attend, and then he and the boys will leave early the next
morning. The idea leaves him a little down, and so Aizawa Shota does the
corniest thing anyone could have ever imagined, he roams the hills surrounding
the secluded houses searching for the prettiest flowers he can find.
***
Izuku tries not to be weirded out by what happened just before dinner. His
homeroom teacher, the man without a shred of romanticism handed his mother the
dorkiest gift of all, handpicked flowers. Worse yet, his mother seemed to slip
a piece of paper into the man's hands and Izuku prayed that it wasn't her phone
number, because sure as hell having Aizawa Shota for a step dad would spell
disaster. Now with everyone gathered at the table, he can't get rid of the
soft, but annoying ringing in his ears. Mirio is playing footsie with him, the
big rough foot covering his own, as his blond boyfriend is doing the weird
waggling thing with his eyebrows. If this is some kind of foreplay Izuku is
down to entertain. At least once he can get rid of that stupid noise.
Suddenly the ringing spikes to near deafening levels, and yet nobody around the
table seems aware of it. It is so loud it drowns out any conversations taking
place. Izuku has to strain to keep a straight face, and even when Mirio yells
something across from him, he can't make out what he wants. The high pitch
grows in intensity, and Izuku slams his hands against his head, frantically
trying to block out the sound. But no matter what he does it won't stop. He can
hear it, it's leading him somewhere. Without a second thought he springs up and
charges out of the house, not paying attention to anyone. His head hurts, as
though someone took a sledgehammer to it, and all he wants is to make the
ringing stop. He charges across the grassy field, the sound growing in volume
until it reaches an all encompassing roar. With great trepidation Izuku noticed
he is standing over the doors to their storm cellar, an old and largely unused
room. His mom would keep her jams and pickles in there, but for fuck's sake he
doesn't care about any of that. With little force he rips the locked doors
right off their hinges and tumbles into the cellar, the only place he and Mirio
haven't searched during their stay.
'It should be dark here', is Izuku's first thought when he sees a blinding
light leak from underneath a dusty, old cloth covering something relatively
large. The ringing is unbearable, as he strains to pull the canvas off only to
reveal something he would never think possible.
"Welcome Iz-El, my son!", a large droplet like, silver object booms, the moment
his hand rests against the cool metal surface.
Chapter End Notes
     I hope you enjoyed it. I know it's a little short, and I know the
     style seems a bit funky. But I wanted to try something a little
     different for the first part. Tell me, did you like a narrative done
     this way? If not I won't incorporate it any more.
     My engineer's exam will be Thursday or Friday (hopefully), so keep
     your fingers crossed.
     Anyways all the best and see you soon, probably next weekend!
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