This Is The Best Thing That’s Ever Happened To Me… Seeing This Beauty 💕

The End Of The Hero Era

With the end of the war came a period of silence. The death of heroes shook society hard. Society had blamed and shunned heroes ruthlessly. Everyone pointed fingers at the people who offered safety and endless security. When they saw many who died at the hands of villains to save the world, no one knew what to do. Consumed by guilt and denial, civilians split in half.

The reconstruction period was difficult and challenging. Homelessness was at an all time high, funding was at an all time low, a depression overcame Japan.

Aizawa and Midoriya were in poor condition, but knew they needed to make a public appearance. Midoriya persevered, giving a heartfelt speech that had the world bowing on their knees. The world watched a 16 year old explain everything. Izuku Midoriya explained the arrival of quirks and the rise of All for One. He told the story of those that came before him. Midoriya took accountability for his role in the war. He explained he was the one mainly targeted despite the villains goal to wipe out all heroes.

While there was major changed that needed to be made, good came with the bad. Uraraka’s parent’s buisness was booming. With the high demand of builders and homes, her family’s buisness brought loads of money their way. Companies were determined to get repaired fast to have things up and running once more.

A year passed and everything was rebuilt. Companies were running again, schools were opening up their buildings. Third years from hero schools came out to claim their pro-hero title and get to work. Class 1-A still had to finish their education, but were allowed to go on patrol instead of PE. Relationships blossomed and friendships became unbreakable.

Katsuki and Izuku made things official the moment Katsuki was allowed to have visitors in the hospital. It was a rough reunion, but they’ve never felt better. Mitsuki, Masaru, and Inko had given the two some privacy before bursting in and restarting the tear fest.

Todoroki was proud of Katsuki for finally getting the guts to confess. He ended up joining the two in the hospital bed and cuddling with them. Todoroki was the official third wheel and he had no problem getting never ending attention from the two.

Uraraka took the time to accept what had happened. She found love in Iida, the person who always made her smile. Iida was surprised with the upfront confession from Uraraka, but awkwardly accepted it. Uraraka laughed at how red his face was, knowing he couldn’t hide behind his stoic personality.

Momo and Jiro found courage from Midoriya and Bakugo to confess their own love for one another. They knew the strong friendship they felt wasn’t enough. They had always known there was a bigger connection than what they made it out to be. They walked into visit Bakugo and Midoriya, holding hands happily. The new couples both greeted each other calmly. Bakugo was still high on painkillers but that’s beside the point.

Midoriya’s teeth had gotten a bit messed up in the fight. Once everything was healed, he needed braces to fix up the damage. Bakugo adored them, forcing Midoriya to smile just so he can admire the new look. Midoriya didn’t need to be asked to smile, far too happy that everything was over, Bakugo was safe, and he was now dating “Kacchan”.

Kirishima and Mina took a while to get to it, but they ended up making things official when the effects of the war died down a bit. Kaminari and Sero were optimistic about the future, knowing with All for One being dead there was a lot less trouble to come. Ojiro and Hagakure were much like Mina and Kirishima. They decided to start dating when things calmed down and the time felt right.

Aoyama and his family were able to recover. It was clear there were going to be some serious repercussions for their crimes. Despite the odds against him, Aoyama proved his determination to be a hero. Midoriya was going to help him through his journey.

With the rise of a new era, came new rules that needed to be enforced. The biggest issue being dwelled on was quirk-discrimination. Many villains rise came from mistreatment or the backlash they received from their quirk. Quirkless discrimination was also taken just as seriously due to the high suicide rate that came with not having a quirk. The hierarchy of quirks came to an end as heroism was no longer as big as it had been.

The world repaired itself and so did society. Time passed and soon class 1-A graduated. They were out building their own agencies, employing people left an right. While crime was very low, heroes were still needed for any kind of situation.

Midoriya and Bakugo started their own agency. They had a good bit of their classmates working there as well, and of course Todoroki was one of them.

It was a Saturday and Todoroki was in charge since Midoriya and Bakugo wanted off on the same day for a change.

Midoriya sat of the edge of the balcony, swinging his feet back and forth. The morning sun lit up his face and the breeze twirled his long hair. Bakugo hated his dumb, beautiful long hair. He knew Midoriya would eventually cut it, but it was still stupid. His bangs were clipped back and his earrings jingled.

There was something mesmerizing about Midoriya’s soft, gorgeous face and his scared, beefy body. Bakugo loved Midoriya. And when Midoriya turned around to flash a wide smile to show off his braces, Bakugo could pass out.

Something about the easy, carefree morning that would guide them to a passionate night made his gut bubble. Bakugo sets his cup of morning tea on the table with Midoriya’s before swinging his legs over the balcony and sitting down. Midoriya kissed his cheek before snuggling into his side. Bakugo sighed, feeling complete. His body moved naturally to sink into Midoriya.

“Morning Kacchan.”

“Mornin’ Izuku.”

Perfect.

How Are You Gonna Get Your Ass Out of This One?

There were the random moments where Midoriya was confrontational. He wasn’t necessarily trying to push anyone into a corner or be an asshole, but his mouth would run faster than his brain.

Many days Midoriya functioned on auto-pilot. It was just how things were when exams were coming up and training difficulty increased at the same rate. The majority of class 1-A never picked up on Midoriya’s “confrontations” as they were so quick and mindless.

Uraraka and Todoroki were the two people who experienced them the most but took it as constructive criticism or a gentle correction. Midoriya was known to be helpful and was one of the smartest people in class.

It was a lazy Sunday in the 1-A alliance. Saturday was full of studying and exams so it was safe to say everyone was enjoying their weekend. Midoriya on the other hand was sleep-deprived as he trained for three hours extra once classes ended.

Lunchtime crept up and Momo walked into the common room holding up some packages of food. She and Tokoyami were going to prepare the food for lunch. “Who all wants pork in their hot pot?”

Before anyone could say anything, Aoyama perked up. “No thanks, I’m vegan!”

It seemed that no one really paid much attention to what he said except for Momo and Tokoyami.

Midoriya had been lying on the couch, aggressively typing on his phone. It had been a couple of days since he’d been on his All Might fan account and needed to fend off the anti’s.

The moment Aoyama said he was vegan, Midoriya’s mind quickly recalled the traumatizing experience of Aoyama shoving cheese in his mouth.

Shooting up from his seat and pointing a finger, Midoriya rebutted. “You had a cheeseburger from McDonald’s last night!”

The entire room when silent as they watched Midoriya confront Aoyama with the most un-present gaze. Midoriya’s head and eyes were trained in Aoyama’s direction, but he appeared to be looking through Aoyama.

Aoyama couldn’t even react to what he was hearing before Midoriya fired off again. “And you have a gallon of milk in the fridge with your name on it.”

Aoyama’s mouth fell open in offense, unable to do anything but get exposed for lying about going vegan in front of the majority of his class.

Kaminari was watching in amazement with an open-mouthed smile, recording the entire event. Kirishima’s jaw was touching the floor, never expecting Midoriya to be so blunt with Aoyama. Meanwhile, Mina was covering her mouth and falling on Hagakure who was also suppressing her laughter. The sight before them was too good.

Uraraka and Iida were watching with wide eyes as their gut was sinking. They were extremely impressed with how Midoriya was calling out Aoyama’s new stunt, but they were extremely concerned.

Todoroki was on the same page as the duo but didn’t show it. He was mainly worried something was upsetting Midoriya to the point he snapped at someone he was usually friendly to.

Bakugo on the other hand was doing his best to not make any noise as he tried to stop choking on water. Never once in his life had he seen Midoriya act like that. Part of him was way too entertained to be uneasy or concerned about others seeing his reaction.

Momo and Tokoyami on the other hand were frozen in fear. They didn’t want to get involved in whatever was happening with Midoriya and Aoyama.

Midoriya wasn’t finished and quickly sent a final blow. “And you had eggs with mozzarella cheese for breakfast!”

Aoyama had a hand to his chest like he’d be physically wounded before letting out an awkward noise, “euh!” that was the mixture between a gasp and scoff.

Aoyama’s face scrunched up as if he was trying to make Midoriya explode as he was dying from embarrassment. Suddenly he jolted backward with a gasp as he stared at Midoriya, waiting for more or someone to come to his defense.

As the group turned their attention back to Midoriya to see what he was doing, he was busy typing on his phone aggressively. Sure, he heard Aoyama lie and quickly called him out for lying, but he had more important matters to attend to.

An Endeavor fan just responded to Midoriya’s recent post and was trying to spread misinformation. All Might’s reputation would never be tarnished on Midoriya’s watch. If the account decides to try and spin lies again, Midoriya may just have to doxx the account user.

Aoyama deflated when he was Midoriya was already unengaged. “I’ll have pork in my hot pot.”

Momo and Tokoyami booked it out of the room as soon as they got a response from everyone. They were more than happy to make hotpot if that meant they didn’t have to address whatever that scene was.

Todoroki peeked over Midoriya’s shoulder to see what he was typing. Catching up to speed, Todoroki’s concerns diminished. Midoriya was in a heated battle with an Endeavor fan who was an All Might anti.

“Mention how he put my mother into a mental hospital, that will get them,” offered Todoroki, leaning his head on Midoriya’s shoulder.

Midoriya nodded as a smile appeared on his face. “Perfect idea Todoroki-kun.”

Uraraka and Iida shivered, very distraught by the entire situation.

Uraraka sighed, “We are going to need an intervention.”

“We may need more than that,” claimed Iida wearily, not prepared for whatever is going on with Midoriya.

Kaminari and Mina were busy cracking up at the fact that Midoriya was secretly a menace. Who would have thought their super smart and nice classmate would have a dark side?

Bakugo on the other hand knew he’d never let Midoriya live this down. Midoriya tore into Aoyama for lying about being vegan. What a lame way to finally be abrasive.

It was safe to say Aoyama was scared of Midoriya for a week.

Light Refracts In Many Angles

Midoriya had always been a mutterer. It was a habit developed through isolation and his parents. Since he had no one to talk to, he spoke to himself. The sound of talking was comforting even if the voice speaking was his own.

Another thing Midoriya got through his lifelong isolation was this “magical” ability to disassociate. His rejection from society “evolved” over the countless years of bullying, but that was beside the point. He was still pretty lonely even with the fan behavior from a select group of losers.

Midoriya would wake up and go to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Within seconds of brushing his teeth, Midoriya would be disassociating. Midoriya would be eating breakfast in the middle of spicy gossip. He’d be responding to his mother, but nope, his brain flipped a switch, and just like that he was blanking out. Of course, it didn't happen at the same time every day, but it wasn't uncommon.

Midoriya would go to school and the moment Bakugo opened his mouth Midoriya was out of it. Fortunately for him, it seemed that his body was on autopilot in school. He’d look down at his notebook to see notes he didn’t recall taking. One time he even highlighted specific lines in his textbook.

Midoriya knew it was a problem, but it never really happened when he was doing important tasks that he needed to focus on, so he didn't tell anyone. Unfortunately, he nearly fell down countless flights of stairs in front of his mother, so he was set up with a psychiatrist.

It never took long for Bakugo to notice changes in Midoriya’s behavior. Whenever he made fun of Midoriya or even shoved him occasionally, it was as if Midoriya was looking right through him.

Bakugo couldn’t tell if Midoriya was terrified of him or if he was trying to act tough and one-up Bakugo by pretending to be unfazed. The first time he noticed it was over four months ago.

In certain classes where their seating arrangement changed due to carefree teachers, Bakugo sat near his three lackeys. Hifumi was at the desk to his right and Tejio was in front of him.

Midoriya had already taken a seat on his left before the trio entered the classroom. Midoriya’s seat was by the window, allowing him to gaze out whenever he wanted to.

Bakugo was able to notice the strange behavior, but he never truly figured out what was going on with Midoriya. Midoriya would be writing his notes normally and, out of the blue, his expression would fall as that blank look washed over his face. He couldn’t understand what was happening since Midoriya was still writing away, gaze flicking to the board and then down to the paper to write.

Midoriya spent all of his time alone. He had no friends at school, and he always had everything with him, including his lunch. Midoriya would often stay in his seat for the duration of the break.

Bakugo and his lackeys would sometimes poke fun at him for it before they left for the cafeteria. Other times they’d come back early to study or get away from the crowd of people who were nothing more than nuisances to the three.

Midoriya usually wouldn’t react to them coming in. He would often be spotted with his head against the glass, looking at nothing in particular. Bakugo would never admit it, not even to himself, but he couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the sight.

The golden sunlight would shine on Midoriya and illuminate him. His black freckles seemed to glow a golden hue, and his pigmented skin seemed to relish the warm sunlight. Midoriya’s pale, chapped lips seemed to turn a bright red with the exposure to the sun.

Midoriya’s dark and dazed eyes would light up into a striking electric emerald green, matching the beautiful shade of green his eyelashes would turn as they occasionally fluttered. Bakugo could even see the line where the black patch of his hair turned green when it was usually hidden in his dark hair.

Every once in a while, Bakugo would see Midoriya snap back into whatever he was doing whether that be him writing notes, doing schoolwork, scrolling on his phone, writing his hero analysis, or him looking for something interesting going on outside the window. It seemed unreal the way life seemed to flash back into Midoriya's eyes.

Midoriya may not be exactly conscious of the world around him, but his subconscious was working to keep him afloat. It was a sight to see when he became responsive to things he was hearing or seeing.

Bakugo found it strange, but he’d never pass up a moment to peer at Midoriya without the worry of being caught. He'd convince himself he did it for a good reason after he'd catch himself staring.

On good days, Bakugo would go in early and open the window. He knew deep down why he did it, but how could he ever bring himself to say he wanted to watch the breeze gently blow against Midoriya’s face to watch the way the curls in his hair would sway.

One day, Midoriya had a boba milk tea. The drink was still sealed and the straw sitting next to the cup on the desk. Midoriya had his notes pulled out as he was planning to do schoolwork before homeroom started.

Bakugo had been watching Midoriya and saw the exact moment Midoriya's brain clocked out. It was normally pretty clear as his face fell as he was writing notes.

After a couple of minutes, Midoriya's gaze rose to the drink. He grabbed it and brought it away from the edge where it was sitting. Midoriya snatched the straw and raised it to stab through the lid.

Bakugo felt himself focus on the sight, never having seen Midoriya eat or drink while in a trance.

Thump.

There was a pause.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

Now Tejio and Hifumi were looking.

Thump.

It didn’t go through, and Hifumi couldn’t help but snicker. For Bakugo, he was fully invested in seeing how this was going to go. Midoriya’s mind was obviously not functioning, but his body was.

Midoriya's body, not being able to accomplish his subconscious mind's goal, raised questions. After all, it was a new situation where Midoriya couldn’t do anything while being unresponsive.

Thump.

Midoriya suddenly threw the straw at the desk and flopped back in his seat. In a way, it seemed as if his body was visibly trying to pout. Tejio could not help but let out muffled laughter, trying not to lose it.

Midoriya leaned forward, taking the straw and even holding it up to his eyes. Midoriya seemed as if he was observing the straw. Bakugo knew very well not one thought was going through Midoriya’s head as messed with the sharp end of the straw. Fixing his grip on it, Midoriya sent it down one more time.

Thump.

Midoriya once again readjusted his grip on the straw and shifted in his seat before sending the straw down again.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

Thump.

Midoriya suddenly picked up the drink, sat it back at the corner of the desk, and brushed the straw off his papers before grabbing his pencil and writing as if nothing had happened.

Hifumi and Tejio lost it, laughing. Bakugo was baffled at the sight, wondering how Midoriya did all of that. He didn’t understand what was happening or why it happened. He’d ask about it, but that would reveal he paid attention and cared enough to ask. He’d rather die than let anyone, especially Deku, know either of those things.

Midoriya seemed to snap out of it a minute later as he took the drink and straw before piercing it easily. He rewarded himself with a drink as he continued the notes. Hifumi and Tejio never suspected a thing while Bakugo was left staring in confusion.

Bakugo knew something was up but decided to never ask. Eventually, he forced himself to stop opening the window and stopped himself from staring too much.

It seemed as if Bakugo wasn’t the only admirer as occasionally the window would be left open in the mornings before Midoriya would enter the classroom.

Midoriya was studying in the school's ginormous library. Midoriya always placed himself at a booth alongside the window, enjoying the sunlight while he studied.

Bakugo and his bullies had snuck in, planning on teasing Midoriya in the quiet area. They spotted him and sat down nearby to figure out how to proceed as the librarian would easily spot them. She was a passionate and stern woman who wouldn’t hesitate to put them all into detention.

Someone suddenly walked past the trio. They looked over to see it was their class president. He was tall, undeniably charming, always received the highest grades, had the best reputation, and was involved in everything going on in the school. His name was Noya Seika, preferring to be called Seika. His book bag was over his shoulder and his arms were holding a stack of papers.

Bakugo and his two followers watched as Seika approached the booth Midoriya was at. Midoriya was casually writing his notes, at peace with the silence.

Seika marched right up to the booth with his charming smile. Everything about his approach was sincere, not an ounce of pity visible in his determined eyes.

Midoriya seemed to notice someone standing by his booth and jumped, covering his mouth. “I am so sorry! Was I mumbling? I’ll be quiet!” panicked Midoriya, whispering only to be met with the sight of his class president.

“No need to apologize, you weren’t mumbling. I was wondering if I may sit with you?” asked Seika with a chuckle, shaking his head.

Midoriya looked at Seika suspiciously before deciding to just let him sit down. It would be extremely rude of him to reject Seika even if he was doing it for a dare or had ulterior motives.

“Oh! Yes, you can sit with me,” approved Midoriya, motioning for Seika to sit down.

Seika smiled, appreciating Midoriya letting him join him. Setting down the stack of papers, he rolled his shoulders in relief. Midoriya peered at him curiously, not used to ever being with good company. Seika sat his bag down and slid into the booth.

“Thanks again for letting me sit with you. I love the student council, but they make it hard to get the paperwork done for the upcoming festival,” ranted Seika, situating the stack of papers before him.

Midoriya, feeling accepted enough to be able to ask questions, decided to ask one of his own. “All of those are just for the festival? Why’d you choose the library out of all places to get stuff done?”

Seika looked at Midoriya, seemingly surprised. The bullies couldn’t understand what Seika was doing. They were already pissed they had gotten their chance taken away from them. It didn't help that Seika was now acting strange after seeking out Midoriya. Bakugo looked ready to break his book bag strap.

Seika tilted his head to the side, happy to answer. “Yep! I'm in charge of approving and disapproving every single class’ activity. Usually, every student in every class has an idea. So, we have about four classes per year and each class has about 20-24 students. I have to get through all of them a week prior. Oh, and about your second question, I figured you’d be here.”

Midoriya was nodding, listening to Seika until the random and strange words escaped his mouth.

I figured you’d be here.

Midoriya stared at Seika in disbelief, worried he hit his head or got struck with a quirk. “Seika-san? Are you okay?”

“Of course, I’m alright Midoriya. Why wouldn’t I be?” questioned Seika innocently.

Midoriya shook his head, fixing his notebook. “No reason. Well, I’ll let you get to your work.”

Seika slightly pouted, watching as Midoriya seemed to put all his focus back on his work. Seika stared for another moment before going to his work, flying through the papers.

The bullies had been snickering at the expressions of Midoriya. They had never seen him look so confused and worried for someone. What made it even better was how Midoriya’s concern was because someone wanted to be around him. Bakugo couldn’t help but be completely invested in the scene similar to a grandma watching a soap opera.

When the three saw the way Seika gazed at Midoriya lovingly, they all felt their faces drop.

The gray-haired bully, Hifumi, started, “No.”

Bakugo interjected his lackey’s moment with a helpful, “Fucking.”

“Way,” the brown-haired bully, Tejio, cut Bakugo off, finishing their little epiphany.

“Seika likes Deku.” The three said in unison.

They all watched like stalkers as the two worked together in comfortable silence. Bakugo saw a mindless haze coat Midoriya’s eyes as his head raised from the page he was staring at and looked out the window. Seika noticed the lack of Midoriya’s scribbling and looked up. Noticing he was in a trance, Seika glanced out the window to see nothing particularly interesting going on.

Looking back at Midoriya, Seika shamelessly took a moment to admire Midoriya. Bakugo couldn’t help but struggle to swallow the lump in his throat. He knew he had looked at Midoriya the exact same way, infatuated by the stunning view. He could see the way Seika’s grip on his pen just oh-so-slightly tightened as he stopped writing.

Eventually, Seika waved a hand in front of Midoriya’s face. Absolutely no response from Midoriya. Bakugo, Hifumi, and Tejio all freeze at the sight of Midoriya being completely out of it. Seika decided not to shout and tried to wave again. With no response again, he gently poked Midoriya’s hand. Midoriya instantly snapped out of it. Midoriya was quick to shoot his gaze over to be met with Seika’s kind expression.

“You were staring off Midoriya. You didn’t even respond to me waving,” explained Seika, looking at Midoriya in wonder.

Midoriya grinned, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to ignore you. I have a dissociative disorder. It only ever really happens in school. I promise I wasn’t ignoring you.”

Seika smiled, waving his hand dismissively. “Nonsense. I assumed you were daydreaming so no hard feelings. Also—a dissociative disorder?”

It seemed to finally click for Bakugo. The feeling of dread slowly creeped into his chest. The Hifumi and Tejio look flabbergasted, not knowing what a dissociative disorder is.

Midoriya nodded, looking at Seika uneasily. “Yeah, I was diagnosed with it after my mother took me to a doctor after an incident. It’s really frustrating.”

“Oh really? I’ve heard about it before, but I don’t know the details of how it works. Is it hard to focus?” pondered Seika.

Happy to explain his personal experience with the disorder, Midoriya twirled his pencil. “Well, mine is mild in terms of my mental state. Whenever I get triggered or induce it, my mind will lock me out of my body. My body just runs on its own. It causes disconnection and lack of continuity between my thoughts, memories, surroundings, and actions. I basically escape reality.”

Hifumi and Tejio let their eyes widen as their gazes full of shock met. They figured Midoriya was an antisocial loser. Now it was brought to their attention that this was because of a mental disorder that they probably caused. Bakugo seethed from where he was sitting. He couldn’t understand how he had been so blind. It was obvious it was disordered behavior. It was obvious Midoriya had been dissociating. He had been admiring Midoriya and observing that he never actually reflected or saw it as something that was burdening Midoriya.

“Woah, so like depersonalization disorder?”

“I mean… kind of. I’m not exactly observing myself from outside my body and I never feel like I’m in a dream, but I do feel a disconnection or detachment from my body and thoughts,” elaborated Midoriya, not sure if he was making any sense.

Seika bowed his head, taking one of Midoriya’s hands in his two. “Thank you so much for sharing such personal information with me. I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable in any way. If I did, I humbly apologize for not realizing this may be something you are sensitive about.”

Midoriya felt his eyes widen, placing his free hand over Seika’s. “Oh no, please don’t apologize! You asked me about it kindly and respectfully. I wouldn’t have talked about it if I didn’t want to.”

Seika looked up at Midoriya relieved. “I’m glad. Still, I’m sorry you have to deal with that. Is it affecting your studies?”

“Not too much. I still get everything written down. All I have to do is just review the notes I wrote while dissociating. It’s a pain, but there's nothing else I can do,” sighed Midoriya, removing his hand to flip the page of his textbook.

Seika smiled, removing his two hands from Midoriya’s hand. “You are very studious.”

Midoriya smiled at his notes bitterly. “Well, that's all I can do.”

Seika shook his head, looking at Midoriya adoringly. “I doubt that. I feel like you could do anything you put your mind to.”

Midoriya looked ready to argue but bit his cheek and nodded instead. “Thanks.”

Seika frowned, he had said the wrong thing and Midoriya settled for silence. That was the barrier he was determined to break. He didn’t want their dynamic to be the weak quirkless student who believed he’d be disciplined if he attempted to defend himself and the powerful authoritative student with a quirk who barely had to lift a finger to get Midoriya expelled. Although technically that’s what it already was.

Seika looked at Midoriya who buried himself in his book. “I’m sorry to disturb you, but why do you wear such a face? Do you not think you can achieve anything you put your mind to?”

Midoriya felt his eyes widen, looking up to meet Seika looking at him with such a strange look. Midoriya could sense anger, but none of it was directed at him. Midoriya could see a glint of desire and swallowed hard.

“Oh, it’s not that Seika-san. I’m just not used to uhh…,” trailed off Midoriya, fumbling to come up with an excuse or any kind of response.

“No, don’t feel pressured to answer. I was just worried I had upset you,” confessed Seika, once again stunning Midoriya.

Midoriya looked at Seika and smiled kindly at him, tilting his head gently. “Don’t worry, you haven’t upset me.”

Seika felt his posture straighten, looking at Midoriya lovingly.

Bakugo was quick to move, he wasn’t planning on letting this random extra waltz his way into Midoriya’s life. The end of the school year was rapidly approaching, and he was not going to have Seika be an irritating memory.

“Deku.”

Midoriya jumped but looked up to where Bakugo was standing. “Kacchan?”

Bakugo swallowed his pride and decided to use his only excuse to hang out with Midoriya without it sounding like it was his idea. “The old hag has been bugging me and wants you and Inko to visit soon.”

Midoriya perked up, all the attention that had once been Seika’s was gone. “Oh, of course! I’ll let Mom know.”

“Whatever. Now get the hell out of here, all the clubs left already,” demanded Bakugo, pulling out one toxic tactic to separate Midoriya from a potential friend or lover.

Midoriya smiled, rising from his seat. “Oh, you’re right. Thanks for letting me know Kacchan. Seika, I’ll be taking my leave.”

Seika waved Midoriya off with a disappointed expression. “See you around Midoriya.”

Bakugo walked back over to where his lackeys were with a wide smile. Hifumi had watched the entire encounter with a dropped jaw. Tejio was holding back laughter, enjoying the look on Seika’s face.

“No way you just did that,” snickered Tejio.

Hifumi nodded his head in approval. “While I’m impressed Midoriya listened to you, I’m even more shocked you didn’t bother looking at Seika.”

Bakugo shrugged. “I didn’t have to look. I sent him the message that I had Midoriya wrapped around my finger.”

“You’re evil dude,” sighed Hifumi.

Bruh I wrote this back in 2022 and found this deep in the google docs sorry if it's trash, but I honestly kinda like it even two years later

Break The Cycle

Being quirkless sucked ass.

Izuku was simply doing his best to survive in a world where people hated his existence. He honestly didn’t understand their obsession with his quirkless status. It wasn’t like he was a threat to them nor did his existence have any direct effect on them.

Maybe they were jealous that he got to avoid the entire hierarchy by naturally being at the bottom.

Having random people hate him wasn’t Izuku’s problem. He could easily say the unwanted hate was a reflection of the person insulting him rather than it being about him.

The problem Izuku had was how the people he knew and loved dumped him the instant he was quirkless. No matter how much time had passed or the knowledge he gained, he couldn’t understand why people gave quirks so much power.

After all, quirks were useless outside of mundane use and self-defense. If you wanted to use your quirk for a purpose, you needed a license.

Nobody in his life who used their quirk on him owned a license. All the people who gave up on him also didn’t own a license.

They were as worthless as he was.

Inko Midoriya left a trail of scars some of Izuku's worst bullies couldn't compete with.

Despite Inko being a stay-at-home mother and having a husband pay all the bills, she was the farthest thing from a mother. She was neglectful, emotionally abusive, and extremely narcissistic. It didn't help that nothing Izuku did was ever good enough.

No one at school knew that Aldera Junior High wasn't the only hell hole Izuku had to deal with.

It was a cold, but bright winter day. Izuku had just gotten situated in his seat when his three tormentors approached him. Most people would believe Izuku dreaded whenever they appeared, but he found them to be more of a comfort than anything else.

They were a constant in his life even if they called him names or purposefully tried to put him down. They always approached him first thing in the morning and during the school day's last moments.

They never physically attacked him or made him feel unsafe. If anything, their constant presence protected him.

During their first year at Aldera Junior High, some upperclassmen were a threat. No one got a chance to mess with Izuku because Katsuki, Hifumi, and Tejio were already "bullying" him.

"Hey, Deku! You look more sickly than usual," greeted Katsuki, the person Izuku had a hidden admiration for.

"Not a surprise a quirkless loser like you can't handle a little snow," teased Tejio, the guy with spiky teeth for a quirk. It became a habit for him to stick up his nose when it came to Izuku.

Hifumi, the bully with a long-finger quirk, didn't bother speaking. He was too busy typing on his phone. He recently hit it off with a girl and is busy trying to find out where she was in the school.

Izuku looked up at the three with a deep frown, not really having any motivation to give his usual sporadic response of rambles. Katsuki, as observant as ever, took note of the extreme change of attitude. While he was originally irritated, a part of him grew worried that Izuku wasn't just pale because he was cold, but rather because he had a cold.

Before Katsuki could make another remark, Izuku spoke up in a broken voice. "I... uh... I'm."

Katsuki froze, caught off guard by how weird Izuku was being. Hifumi was now paying attention, concerned about what was going on. Sure, he was an asshole and made an effort to ruin Izuku's day, but he knew something was wrong and they weren't the source of his distress.

"Well? I don't have all day," barked Katsuki, crossing his arms as he kicked the leg of Izuku's desk.

"I'm moving... today is my last day here," revealed Izuku in a quiet voice, shifting his gaze to the surface of his desk.

The news of the annoying, nerdy, quirkless kid should have made Katsuki, Hifumi, and Tejio jump in the air and celebrate. Yet, the three were stuck in place, staring at Izuku as they waited for him to say it was a joke.

In one instant, the three teens realized just how important Izuku was to them. It was a disgusting feeling, knowing they formed a strong bond with the person they claimed to hate. Suddenly, the person they'd had around since elementary was now leaving in less than twelve hours.

"Huh? Aunty Inko is really dragging you away?" questioned Katsuki, his sharp tone vanishing into something tamer.

Tejio nodded at Katsuki's question before he backed the blond up. "Not that I care, but this seems very last-minute."

Izuku rolled his top lip in and bit it for a moment, before popping his lips. Flicking his eyes up to the three, he let his fingers brush the soft edge of his notebook. "Yeah, it is pretty last minute, but family problems don't wait for anyone."

"Is someone dying?" asked Hifumi out of the blue. Tejio was quick to jab him in the ribs for asking a question like that so suddenly.

"No! No one is dying... it's just personal things," admitted Izuku, not planning on telling his peers that he was planning on running away.

Hifumi scoffed, rolling his eyes. "There is no way you're leaving because of us."

Izuku shook his head with a weak smile. "No, I'm not. If I was going to leave because of the school, I would have done it in between year change. Besides, I like how close this school is to home."

"So, what fucked up shit has you booking it out of here?" pressed Katsuki, knowing that digging for information was the last thing he should be doing. He didn't want to give off the impression that he was worried. Although, that concern wouldn't matter with Izuku moving away.

"I can't tell anyone about it. My mom doesn't want me talking about it," mumbled Izuku, trying to keep this conversation from reaching the ears of his other classmates. The fewer people that knew the better.

"Damn, it sounds serious," huffed Tejio, rubbing the back of his neck.

Izuku flashed a strained smile in response. "Let's just say it is."

As the school day continued, the harder it was for Katsuki to comprehend that Izuku was leaving. He's never known life without Izuku. Now he was expected to show up to school the following morning and stare at Izuku's empty desk.

The end of the day arrived and Izuku walked out the front doors without looking back. Katsuki watched Izuku walk away, letting the new wave of emotions fester inside him.

He wasn't going to chase Izuku or apologize at the last minute, but a part of him knew he'd regret it.

Hifumi let out a loud sigh before turning to look at Katsuki. "Damn. It's gross that I feel happy for him."

"No, I get where you're coming from. This place is kinda a shithole if you think about it," agreed Tejio, turning to Hifumi.

"I bet Deku snitched on us and his mom decided to just leave," scoffed Katsuki. At this point, he'd say anything to deflect and make himself feel better.

Izuku walked home, up the steps to the apartment, and sucked in a deep breath. This was it. This was going to be the last time he ever walked into his home.

It took weeks of sneaking around to find all his documentation and anything that truly belonged to him. Everything he was taking with him had to fit in his school bag and a small-sized duffle bag. He couldn't raise any suspicion considering he never knew which version of his mom he was going to be speaking to.

Best case scenario she was going to be neglectful and not even say goodbye to him on the way out.

Making his way to the door, Izuku called out to Inko. "Hey Mom, I'll be leaving now."

The sound of rushed footsteps caught his attention. Inko appeared at the end of the hall with a small smile. Tensing up out of fear his mother was in a good mood and was going to ask a bunch of questions, Izuku swallowed hard.

"Don't go for too long," chuckled Inko softly, extending out an arm as she approached. "Come back home right after school tomorrow."

Izuku pulled open the door, refusing to look Inko in the eye out of fear she'd sense something was wrong. "I will, I promise." It was quiet for a moment before Izuku felt a strong urge to say, "I love you."

Not expecting a response, Izuku gasped when Inko happily echoed, "I love you too. Take care."

Suddenly running away felt incredibly hard. He loved his mother and saw how she was struggling with being abandoned by her husband while being expected to raise a child alone.

Despite the part of him screaming to turn around, run into her arms, and sob… he knew he couldn’t. Within the next hour, she could be angry or detached. He was tired of always fearing his mother’s wrath.

Izuku made his way to the nearest train station and started his journey. He took train after train till he was at least 10 prefectures away from the city of Musutafu. Running on nothing but limited luck and hope for a better future, he made his way to a cafe.

He had looked up jobs in the region and found an incredible opportunity. As long as he worked full-time at the cafe, he would be able to stay in the apartment on the third floor. Of course, rent would automatically be taken out of his paycheck, but that wasn’t an issue.

Izuku wore a snow hat and a bushy scarf during his interview. That way his hair was completely covered as well as his freckles.

The owner was kind and gentle. It was clear she loved her job and simply needed an extra hand. Izuku was willing to be that person.

Thankfully, the woman was desperate so Izuku was given the green light to move in immediately and would start working the next morning. Without a single worry, he agreed.

After a box of black hair dye and some full-coverage foundation, Izuku happily made his way down into the closed cafe to sign documents.

Twenty-four hours passed and as the weight was lifted off Izuku’s shoulders, hell broke loose in a small region in Musutafu.

While Katsuki, Hifumi, and Tejio weren’t surprised to see Izuku was absent, the adults were. Before lunch arrived, news broke out that Izuku was missing. Inko was called regarding her son's absence. She tried calling him, but no response.

Inko called her best friend Mitsuki, the mother of Katsuki. Izuku had claimed he was spending the night only to never have shown up. According to Mitsuki, she was never alerted that Izuku was supposed to come over.

Katsuki felt like a bucket of ice water was poured over him at the news. He lied to Katsuki, Hifumi, and Tejio about moving. Izuku most definitely ran away. He couldn’t be sure he wasn’t the cause of it, but he figured Inko was part of the reason.

Last-minute. Family issues. Serious. Inko doesn’t want him talking about it.

Something was fishy about the situation.

It wouldn’t be until five long years later that Katsuki would meet Izuku again. Katsuki was supposed to go on a business trip despite being the number one hero. He was going to be a representative for the Hero Agency as some of the people working on support gear really wanted to work with this Hero Support Department.

All he knew was that was underground, but ridiculously good.

Much to Katsuki’s surprise, the Hero Support building was huge. If his coworkers said that this business was underground, then they were still beyond successful.

Marching into the elevator where he was to be taken to the top floor. He enjoyed not being hounded by the people rushing around. It was clear they prioritized their work over getting an autograph from a famous hero.

When the doors slid open, Katsuki was met with a pretty basic floor plan. On one side of the floor was the office while on the other was the workroom for Support gear.

Assuming the largest office belonged to the owner, Katsuki entered calmly. The last thing Katsuki expected to see was Izuku standing by the windows lining the room.

“Holy shit. Izuku?”

Izuku’s head whipped around, staring at Katsuki. “Kacchan?

Katsuki, in his hero suit and all, raced over to Izuku. Izuku already felt the tears of relief form in his eyes as his chest was filled with uncontrollable emotions. Katsuki pulled Izuku close, crushing him in a hug.

With close to no hesitation, Izuku wrapped his arms around Katsuki and cried. He spent so many years alone trying to navigate the hero world alone. Just being reminded that there was someone who missed him and was happy to see him brought Izuku such joy.

“What the hell Nerd?” croaked Katsuki, pulling back to look at Midoriya’s face.

“I’m sorry, Kacchan,” sighed Izuku softly, looking up at Bakugo with a guilty frown.

Katsuki shook his head, raising a hand to rest against his forehead. “One day you say you're leaving because of family problems and the next you’re reported missing. Do you have any idea how fucking insane that is?”

Izuku nodded stiffly. Katsuki noted that the nodding was less meant for him and more toward Izuku himself. Izuku stepped back to lean on his desk. “It was insane. I was the one who lived it. I couldn’t risk anyone finding out about my plans to run away. I had no intention of ever returning if you couldn’t tell.”

“I got the memo. But still, your mother was devastated… I can’t imagine why you’d leave her without even a note,” stated Katsuki gently despite the rasp in his voice.

Shaking his head, Izuku let it fall forward as a pain-filled smile spread across his face. “Kacchan. She’s the reason I ran away.”

Within a matter of seconds, Katsuki’s world was flipped upside down. Despite his initial suspicion of Inko being involved in the disappearance of Izuku, she had flawlessly manipulated him into a false sense of security. She claimed that Izuku hadn’t been acting any different, that she was happy he was getting out more, and a plethora of sappy mom crap he truly couldn’t have cared less about.

In the end, Inko was the reason. All those days she cried and begged for someone to find her son; she was the reason he was gone. The countless times she was over at their place for dinner, rambling on about Izuku and how incredible he was, she drove him away. Inko played the victim so well and that said everything Katsuki needed to know.

As Katsuki processed the information and the past years without Izuku and his interactions with Inko, Izuku watched. Fierce green eyes lasered in on Katsuki’s expression as the truth sunk in. It was relieving to see that Katsuki instantly trusted him.

“Damn.”

“Yeah…”

Katsuki kicked an imaginary stone before meeting Izuku’s gaze. “So… what did she do? Where did you go? How’d you end up here?”

Izuku smiled, walking to the glass windows lining the room. “She was sometimes good, but she was an extreme narcissist at heart. She was neglectful in all ways you could think of and without fail… every day, she was emotionally abusive.”

“Why didn’t you tell anyone? You know Aunty would have helped,” pointed out Bakugo. While he wasn’t necessarily trying to victim-blame Midoriya, he wanted to know why Midoriya hadn’t reached out to outlets he had before making such a serious choice.

Stepping back to turn around and face Katsuki again, Izuku scowled. “I’m sorry, but do you have no idea how dumb you sound right now?”

Gawking in disbelief, Katsuki crossed his arms in defense. “Fucking excuse me? That’s a very good question to ask considering you chose to run away without letting anyone know instead of trying to get help if you were in a bad situation.”

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Izuku shook his head. “I don’t think you are listening to me. I just told you Inko was a narcissist. If I were to reach out to Mitsuki for help, she would confront my mom, and the entire problem would somehow be my fault in the end. If Mitsuki somehow wasn’t fooled, I’d still be forced to come back home and that was the last thing I wanted to happen.”

“Shit… sorry. It’s just I don’t understand how you just decided to leave everything behind,” clarified Katsuki slowly, raising his shameful head to meet Izuku’s disappointed gaze.

There was a heavy atmosphere in the room, but Izuku and Katsuki weren’t about to walk away from the conversation without figuring things out.

Deflating after letting thirty long seconds of silence pass, Izuku stressed, “It was for the best. Being at home was a nightmare and I needed to get out. Trying to survive in the world as a quirkless teen was far less scary than the idea of being under the same roof as Inko for another moment.”

Katsuki nodded slowly, stepping toward Izuku to reach for his hand. As soon as his large soft fingers linked with Izuku's small rough ones, he tightened his grip. “I’m sorry. You deserved better. I bet it wasn’t an easy decision to make and I know you had to work your ass off to get to this point. Fuck Inko and the shit she did to you, it’s clear you didn’t need to stick around to achieve greatness.”

Lip wobbling and glassy-eyed, Izuku sniffled as he squeezed Katsuki’s hand back. “Thank you, Kacchan. It was hard… leaving you behind. I wanted to tell you—I really did, I just couldn’t risk it.”

“You don’t have to apologize for keeping yourself safe idiot,” chastised Katsuki fondly, lowering his head to focus on the small changes in Izuku’s mature features.

“Right,” croaked Izuku, doing his best to not flood his office with tears. “I worked at a coffee shop full time and lived in an apartment on top of the cafe. I had a good paycheck, a place to live, and I was able to use all my free time to finish my schooling online. Once I graduated, I just started climbing the social ladder while doing countless programs in the hero support gear field.”

Katsuki grinned, letting go of Izuku’s hand to rest both hands on his hips. “Not surprised a nerd like you was able to pull all of this off. Still, I’m not planning on letting you disappear on me again.”

Izuku quickly wiped his face before running his fingers through his hair. “Likewise. We will be business partners after all.”

“Huh? You mean you’re accepting my agency's request to have our hero gear produced solely by your department?” quizzed Katsuki, eagerly. While he was more than thrilled to see Izuku again and know that the missing piece of him was no longer missing, he really did want the best for his hero agency and all the heroes working with him.

“Of course! While I do have favorites and you are one of them, I’d never turn down work proposals!” cheered Izuku quickly as he made his way to his desk where stacks of papers were sitting.

“Hell yeah!”

“But just know I’m still expecting compensation for a decade of your bullying,” teased Izuku, raising a contract with a devilish smile.

Shivering with a manic smirk on his face, Katsuki enthusiastically snatched the paper from Izuku. “Sign me up.”

Not On His Agenda

Izuku is more than familiar with being in an abusive relationship. Growing up quirkless and being a big target for people to prey on was all Izuku knew. He saw the best in people, but when someone gave him a reason not to trust him, Izuku automatically shut down. Why fight for someone that wouldn’t fight for him?

Izuku saw a message from his current girlfriend. They had been dating for nearly six months. This was Izuku’s first girlfriend, so most of this relationship was Izuku learning. He was trying to figure out what it was like to be with a girl.

Izuku was familiar with guys and what to look for, considering he had three ex-boyfriends. There was one common thing between boys and girls that Izuku now knew. There was one thing you never want to hear from your partner.

We need to talk.

Izuku had a good feeling he was going to be dumped. He didn’t change recently and hasn’t seen any noticeable change in his girlfriend. If he hadn’t noticed anything, then he either deserved to be dumped or the girl was playing with his feelings. If he ended up not getting dumped, he’d enjoy spending time with his girlfriend who he truly cared for.

Pushing open the door to the school, Izuku was expecting to meet his girlfriend and a second location, but instead, she was waiting for him outside his school.

Izuku was beyond confused about how she already was at his school but chose to ignore the strange fact. Instead, he approached her with a soft smile.

“Kiko, what did you need to talk to me about?” inquired Izuku, clearly concerned about what was happening. It was clearly big enough of a deal for her to show up at his school.

Kiko frowned despite her attempts to keep a neutral expression. Izuku and Kiko had made their way past the main gate and headed over to get some privacy.

While Izuku’s back was facing everyone exiting Aldera, Kiko had a clear view of the people that were eavesdropping. Kiko immediately recognized them as her boyfriend's bullies.

“We should break up,” stated Kiko plainly, getting straight to the point.

Izuku’s eyes widened slightly. He had anticipated being dumped, but it didn’t make it hurt any less. While he wanted to ask her why, cry, and beg for her love, he knew better. People loved a show and it was clear Kiko wanted a performance. She purposefully went to his school rather than meeting him somewhere more private where he wouldn’t be surrounded by people who knew him.

In his past relationships, getting emotional did nothing good. His ex-boyfriends always had something they were expecting when they dumped him. His first boyfriend, Masutaro, dated him simply to mess with Izuku. When Masutaro broke up with Izuku, he wanted Izuku to cry and beg for him. Izuku gave him exactly what he wanted.

Izuku’s second ex, Kichibei, had been the most abusive. Kichibei wanted full control of Izuku and he had succeeded.

Izuku spent more time with Kichibei than he did with his own mother. Kichibei made Izuku delete all social media and, as a result, Izuku lost all his online friends.

When Kichibei had enough and broke up with Izuku, Izuku was fully dependent on the boy. Kichibei didn’t tolerate Izuku’s pleas and it resulted in Izuku coming home black and blue.

Izuku's third boyfriend, Ryoko, had been a genuinely perfect boy. Unfortunately, Ryoko started to get bullied when he got caught being with Izuku. Being gay and dating a quirkless boy was a double kill.

Ryoko couldn’t handle it and dumped Izuku. Ryoko was desperate to gain back some of his friends and status so he spread a bunch of rumors about Izuku and mocked how Izuku reacted to being dumped.

“Okay,” replied Izuku, putting up no fight.

Izuku soon realized that the best thing he could do is remain calm and accept reality. He wasn’t wanted anymore and there was no reason for him to force someone to love him.

Kiko didn’t like the reaction she got, her cheeks heating up at his nonchalant response. She was even more embarrassed to see Izuku’s bullies’ reactions.

Katsuki was front and center, a smirk on his face upon hearing the girl dump Izuku. Hifumi, the boy with a long-finger quirk, covered his mouth to suppress his laughter when he realized that they were going to watch Izuku and this strange girl break up.

Teijo, the guy with super spikey teeth for a quirk, was more intrigued than entertained. He had no clue Izuku had an active dating life so to see Izuku getting dumped was shocking.

The three teens stood nearby, now stunned to hear Izuku’s response to being dumped. While they couldn’t see his expression, his tone told them everything they needed to know. Izuku’s okay was oddly cold and accepting. He clearly wasn’t too hung up on being dumped from the sounds of it. They wanted to laugh at the girl's embarrassed expression.

“Okay?” remarked the girl, attitude clear in the single word.

“Okay,” repeated Izuku, having nothing else to really say to the girl. If he had it his way, he’d be walking away. Yet here Izuku stood, waiting for the girl to speak up and say what she clearly wanted to say.

“Just like that?’ whispered the girl, debating whether to whip up some crocodile tears or yell. She walked into this expecting to come out on top, but now she desperately wanted Izuku to pretend he cared about her.

Izuku crossed his arms, shifting his weight from his left foot to his right. He didn’t want to play her game. If she was expecting a reaction from him, he wanted to hear it come from her mouth. “What do you want me to do?”

Hifumi’s eyes went wide, lightly smacking Teijo’s arm in disbelief. “Holy shit dude.”

“What the hell is Deku doing,” grumbled Katsuki, unable to comprehend the actions of Izuku. This wasn’t the Izuku he knew.

Kiko went red in the face, choosing to yell as her hands balled into fists at her sides. “I don’t know! I just wasn’t expecting okay.” She snobbishly mocked Izuku and used air quotes to further exaggerate the situation.

Katsuki, Teijo, and Hifumi choked back laughter at Kiko’s immature attitude. Seeing her throw a mini-tantrum was hilarious. What made things even funnier was how little Izuku cared.

Izuku called Kiko out, tilting his head to the side. “What, you want me to plead and beg you to stay?” It was hard to vocalize without gagging at his words. He couldn’t help but recall how badly all of his relationships ended and everything he’d been put through. Izuku just wanted to love and be loved.

Kiko scoffed, looking away from Izuku, finding the passing cars far more interesting. “Of course not. It just seems like you’re throwing us all away.”

Izuku took a step back, finding anger replacing the sorrow in his chest. “I’m throwing it all away?”

Katusuki couldn’t believe the girl's audacity. For once, Katsuki was completely on Izuku’s side. The girl literally walked up to Izuku and dumped him with no explanation. It wasn’t like she was obligated to nor did she owe Izuku one, but she couldn’t suddenly act like she was the victim. Judging his friends' expressions, they felt the same as him.

Kiko quickly switched from angry to sad, throwing herself a pity party the bystanders were worried would fool Izuku. “Yes. You don’t even care!”

Izuku finally turned his face away from her, holding his forehead in disbelief. The bullies saw how Izuku was irritated, his angry frown was clear as day. “You are the one breaking up with me. How am I responsible?”

“You’re not fighting for us!” shouted Kiko, desperate to redeem herself. She was being watched and she wasn’t about to make a fool of herself by losing to Izuku in front of his bullies.

Izuku shook his head walking over to a wall to rest upon. The bullies hoped he wouldn’t notice them and keep talking.

“Fight for what exactly?” asked Izuku raising a brow. Uncrossing his arms, Izuku sent an accusing finger at Kiko. “There is no us in this. What you really mean is that you want me to fight with you.”

Katsuki smirked, watching Kiko’s face drop. Izuku was right and Kiko could no longer get out of this without looking like a complete fool. Izuku wasn’t a confrontational kind of person so it said a lot about Kiko if he was going out of his way to confront her. Katsuki knew that if push came to shove, he’d scare her off.

“Come on Izuku! Change my mind! Make me want to stay!” cried Kiko, stepping closer to Izuku, and putting on the waterworks.

Izuku rolled his eyes, sneering at her. “None of this is my fault. So how am I supposed to do that? What do you expect me to do?”

“You decide if we should stay together,” declared Kiko as she put her hands on her hips. She was trying her best to make Izuku look like a bad person by setting him up to be the one to end the relationship.

Kiko was a fool because Izuku wasn’t stupid and he’d never fall for her trap. “You already decided. I’m respecting your decision.”

“I’ll take you back if you say so. You just have to prove you’re willing to fight for us,” whined Kiko, doubling down.

Izuku realized there was no winning this. If she wanted him to be the bad guy, then he’d be the bad guy. He wasn’t going to spare her feelings if she had no consideration for his. “Why would I want to stay with someone who wanted to break up?”

“I’ll forget about all of this, I promise. Please, but tell me you care about me,” whispered the girl, taking Izuku’s hands, believing she was winning this despite how Izuku's previous words were filled with hate.

Izuku tore his hands away from Kiko’s, staring at her in disgust. “Have—have you always been this desperate?”

Kiko watched Izuku put distance between them again. “Desperate?”

“You know what? Let me ask you something then… why do you want to break up with me?” questioned Izuku, sounding exhausted as he asked. Izuku knew he was setting the stage for her to guilt trip him. He was curious to hear what the excuse was or the reason behind her even dating him in the first place.

Katuski, Hifumi, and Teijo were beyond curious to hear what caused all of this to happen. With the way things were going, they knew it would be nothing but a load of horseshit. It would be Izuku’s fault and his fault only.

The closer they looked at Izuku’s body language, expression, and tone, they realized he knew the exact same. Kiko was walking into Izuku’s trap. That made the guys smile.

“I feel like you don’t care about me?” answered the girl, watching Izuku closely for a reaction.

Izuku wore the poker face of a god and fired another question. “And why’s that? What makes you think that?”

“You always push me away. It’s like you keep building a brick wall between us,” huffed the girl, clearly irritated her advances had been rejected.

Izuku’s eyes widened, looking at her in disbelief. “Kiko… we’ve talked about this. You’re moving really quickly and I’ve explained on multiple occasions that I’m not ready.”

Kiko rolled her eyes, waving her hand dismissively. “There you go again, pushing me away. We’ve been dating for almost six months!”

“So you think six months of us being together exempted you from the effects of my trauma? You think you’re entitled to my autonomy and have no remorse for ignoring my boundaries. You know what’s happened to me in past relationships so it's rich hearing you say all of this.”

“Stop putting words in my mouth,” yelped Kiko defensively, not enjoying the fact her excuses were backfiring on her.

Izuku pinched the bridge of his nose, trying his best to see this out and not run away. “So you don’t like hearing the truth? I thought that’s what you wanted. You’ve never cared to understand why I need to take things slow. You’re the one who assumed things about me and jumped to the conclusion I didn’t care about you at all.”

Katsuki honestly wanted to cheer Izuku on. Izuku was eating her up and spitting her out. Watching Izuku call her out and destroy her good-girl persona was so refreshing.

Hifumi was glad Izuku was chewing her ear out. From the sounds of it, Izuku was putting up with her bullshit for too long. She deserved this.

Teijo was beyond frustrated at the fact that Kiko was not giving up. She’s so delusional it physically hurts.

“You expect me to not jump to these conclusions?” argued Kiko, proving she had no good justification for what she did. She had no good rebuttal to shoot at Izuku because Izuku was right.

It seemed as if something clicked for Izuku and he froze, staring at Kiko in a mix of horror and embarrassment. “I already know you’re doing this to get a rise out of me. People like you love a juicy reaction… but did you dump me to see if I would care?”

Kiko was silent, the sweat on her forehead reflecting in the sunlight. She lost. Izuku read her like a book and there was nothing she could do to redeem herself. She was an asshole and now people knew.

Izuku had no sympathy for her. He had no sympathy for any of his exes. They used him for their own benefit and they wanted a final performance when they shattered her bruised heart. “Why would you do that? Why would you test me? You could’ve asked.”

Izuku knew why already. Kiko knew he cared. Kiko knew Izuku cared a lot. That was why she broke up with him in a highly public space. She wanted to embarrass him and shame him. Kiko was an insufferable bitch.

Kiko had some fight left in her, looking at Izuku as she spat, “What would I ask you? You’re too sensitive so talking to you is impossible.”

Izuku ignored her insults. Lowering his self-esteem or attacking his person to try and get him to apologize wasn’t going to work. Instead, Izuku decided to end things with Kiko. Even if she technically already dumped him, he wanted her to know he wanted nothing to do with her either.

“If you testing me was a better option than communicating when you think I’m too sensitive to even have a conversation, this won’t work out.”

Kiko went pale, regret written all over her face. “So we are actually breaking up?”

“Yes,” confirmed Izuku, no longer interested in giving her his time.

Kiko grabbed Izuku’s wrist tightly, tugging him a bit. “Don’t do this to me Izuku. I wasn’t being serious.”

Izuku aggressively tore his writing from her grip and snapped. “I am. Have fun with your next test subject because I’m done with you.”

Kiko may have been trying to fake cry before, but the tears falling from her eyes now were real ones. Her hands hung in the air after Izuku ripped himself from her grasp. Izuku stared at her, rubbing his wrist to try and ease the burning.

Katsuki looked at Kiko before breaking his silence. “Pathetic.”

Izuku head snapped over, dread creeping into his veins upon realizing Katsuki had seen something so personal. When he finally looked at Katsuki, it dawned on him that Katsuki was speaking to Kiko. Kiko's tear-filled eyes met Katsuki’s judgemental ones and wilted.

Hifumi walked past her and in front of Izuku. “I don’t know what you were expecting to happen. When you dump someone, you shouldn’t expect to be dating them when you walk away.”

Teijo nudged Izuku’s arms and nodded. “Shocked a dweeb like you could hold your own. Hell, how’d you get a girlfriend?”

Izuku let out a shakey breath, looking away from them and then to Kiko. “I don’t know. It seems like I attract the worst people.”

Katsuki looked at Kiko before turning to Izuku. “Shitty people are desperate for attention. You’re nerdy enough to know when to leave.”

Izuku nods with a weak smile. He was fed up with love and dating considering after four relationships, everyone he dated has been insufferable.

Izuku learned he needed to throw away his rose-tinted glasses and focus on the future he wanted. Izuku wanted to become a hero and he was training to become a hero, he didn’t have time to worry about dating.

Katsuki and his lackeys never brought up what they had seen to anyone. It wasn’t like people would suddenly stop isolating him or praise him for being a badass that knows his worth. It was a personal situation and clearly was something that affected Izuku.

When they thought back to everything they heard, it was clear Izuku did have a good history when it came to dating so they’d rather put his love life to rest.

It’s Kind Of Diabolical

UA was a dream school that people all around the world tried to get into. Not only was it ranked number one in all of Japan, but the school was undefeated in all categories. Whatever category an individual could think of Dean Nezu did everything in his power to make the school the best in said category.

The 3% acceptance rate showed how picky the admissions team was.

Izuku Midoriya was considered one of the smartest students in the school. There were only two people that ranked higher than him in the entire building across all majors. Izuku was in a medical and pharmaceutical concentration of Biology and Chemistry. The double major was hell on earth, but he topped that off with a physics and psychology minor.

No one in the school, including the teachers, understood how he managed his time juggling countless classes all at once. Still, Izuku loved to learn, and he put his full effort into completing every class to near perfection. He worked very closely with his advisors Toshinori Yagi and Aizawa Shota. They complimented each other and it helped Izuku a lot with moving forward and making decisions based on their advice.

Everyone was always talking about Izuku and every move he made. Still, Izuku had something that he kept to himself. Izuku was a professional athlete.

The only reason no one knew was because he didn’t play for the college, making it significantly easier for him to keep it a secret. Well, to a degree he could hide it. He competed in high level competitions, and many were non-profit to raise awareness for important causes. His high ranking often led him to speaking in interviews about the cause.

Izuku was an angel on earth.

Katsuki Bakugo was average in school. He was naturally smart and put as little effort into his schoolwork as possible. Katsuki was a business major with two minors. One was in marketing and another in accounting. As long as he got an A in the class, he didn’t try to push himself harder. His main focus was on sports. After all, he was the captain of the football team and spent most of his free time training.

The school's meal plan was heavily abused by Katsuki as he was often seen inhaling food with his friends whenever he wasn’t in the gym or on the field. The training and consistent meal plan helped him greatly. Katsuki was well built with muscles that made half of the campus jealous and the other half lovesick.

Despite all the attention Katsuki got, he remained single. He appreciated his fans to a degree, but never engaged with them. He enjoyed the chase and the rush he got from the attention. Still, he loved playing football, and he loved his teammates. He’d never let a relationship, or other outside influences distract him.

That was until his best friend, also the vice-captain of the football team, decided it was time to flip his life upside down.

“Who’s that talking to Coach Toshinori?” asked Kaminari excitedly upon seeing a cute boy appear on the fields.

Katsuki didn’t bother looking, not interested in hearing gossip about some stranger. Kirishima on the other hand perked up when he noticed who Kaminari was talking about. “That’s Midoriya! He’s insane.”

Kirishima’s statement caught the attention of Katsuki and the rest of the team. Sero recognized Izuku as well and commented, “Yeah, isn’t he doing a double major and double minor?”

“That’s him! Mina told me that he’s already been accepted by every high end medical school he’s applied to,” revealed Kirishima, happy to say his girlfriend's name every chance he got.

Kaminari stared at Izuku from afar, letting his mouth catch flies. Once he let a couple of moments pass by, he snapped back into focus and smirked. “So, he’s smart and successful. Wait, how does Mina know him?”

“Mutual friends, apparently Midoriya is super popular. Almost everyone knows him, so I’m surprised you don’t,” responded Kirishima slowly, letting his gaze return to Izuku.

Toshinori flashed a wide smile at Izuku, ruffling the fluffy locks of green hair. The excited voices of the duo faintly reached the group's ears. Tetsutetsu chuckled to himself before jerking a thumb over to where they were standing. “Looks like he just got accepted to another school.”

Katsuki’s gaze was fierce, but he couldn’t stop the foreign rushing of his heart. There was something about this smartass chatting with his coach that irritated Katsuki. No matter how much he wanted to roll his eyes and redirect the conversation, he knew Izuku would be on his mind.

Fate had funny ways of bringing destined lovers together.

Three weeks was all it took for Katsuki cave into obsession. He hadn’t realized just how big of a figure Izuku had been in the school. After that fateful day, it seemed that anytime he’d be in the food hall or was hanging out with his friends, he’d hear chatter about the mysterious genius.

All alone in his room with thirty minutes until his bedtime, Katsuki started digging. He found some online interviews with Izuku talking about the charities he’s worked with. Then Katsuki found his social media account that talked about plans for his future, study tips, and a plethora of random school-related things.

It only took a minute of scrolling for Katsuki to realize this wasn’t Izuku’s personal account. No matter how much he dug, he couldn’t find any pictures of Izuku at these apparent parties or hangouts with his friends that Mina claimed he had.

The following morning came around and like clockwork, Izuku would become a part of his life.

The football team huddled around Coach Toshinori when he clapped his hands together with his usual blinding smile. “Look alive! As you all know, the season is starting to pick up and now more than ever, we need to engage with the public. We are the best school in all of Japan and we need to maintain that status. So, I want you to take to social media and hold mini interviews with people in busy areas!”

Katsuki shrugged, not bothered by the assignment. It wasn’t like he had any intention of being the one doing the interviewing. If he partnered with Kirishima who was more of a people person, then he could just record the interviews.

“Let’s do this Bakugo!” cheered Kirishima loudly, letting his manly persona take over.

Katsuki narrowed his eyes, tightening his grip on his phone. “Shut up Shitty Hair! Do you want to scare away everyone with your screaming?”

Rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, Kirishima turned back to where people were moving in and out of shops. “Oops, you’re right. Sorry man.”

Huffing, Katsuki prepared his phone to record as Kirishima asked individuals if they’d be willing to be interviewed. Most of the time it took one look at Kirishima and Bakugo for people to say yes. It may have been the duo’s good looks, or their UA letter jackets, but people were fast to do an interview.

They had already held short interviews with ten people by the time their interest had fully worn off. Kirishima groaned, crashing on a nearby bench. “Why does Coach want us to interview fifteen people? We are going to have way too much footage,” noted Kirishima as he watched people pass by.

“Stop complaining, we are almost finished,” grumbled Katsuki, scrolling through the countless videos on his phone.

“Easy for you to say! You haven’t talked to one person,” scoffed Kirishima, failing at guilt tripping Katsuki.

Raising a brow with an unimpressed expression, Katsuki shrugged it off. “Not my problem.”

Kirishima spotted a familiar face in the crowd and his face lit up like a little kid on their birthday. “No way! Is that Midoriya? What are the odds we see him here?”

Katsuki was already handing his phone to Kirishima, not bothering to look back or wait for his friend. “Record me.”

The eagerness Katsuki displayed to interview Izuku let Kirishima know everything. Katsuki had a fat crush on Izuku. He’d never pass up a moment to record Katsuki making a fool of himself. Moments like these were rare and Kirishima usually failed to capture the moment in a picture or video.

Once the redhead caught up to where Katsuki had greeted Izuku, he caught the end of their exchange of pleasantries.

Izuku flashed a soft smile at Katsuki. “It’s nice to meet you in person! Toshinori tells me a lot about you.”

Kirishima was already recording with a bright smile. “Hi Midoriya!”

Turning his head to look at Kirishima, Izuku’s eyes lit up when he realized it was Kirishima. “Oh! Kirishima, hi! It’s been so long since we’ve last talked!”

“It really has been! I’ve been so busy with balancing school and football I haven’t been going to the parties lately,” sighed Kirishima defeatedly. He knew Izuku wasn't one to be petty but still, he felt bad about not keeping in touch with someone he enjoyed talking to.

“Nonsense! Anyway, Bakugo, you mentioned something about interviewing me?” inquired Izuku, returning to the initial reason he was approached by the hottest guy on campus.

Katsuki took a step closer to Izuku after letting his eyes trail all over Izuku’s body when the pretty boy had been distracted. Clearing his throat, trying to fight the nerves that flooded his body when he caught sight of muscular legs, Katsuki nodded.

“Yes, the football team is doing interviews with the public so we can post stupid shit to remind everyone why UA is the best.”

Perking up at the explanation of what was happening, Izuku eagerly agreed,” Of course. I’m more than happy to support UA and our football team!”

The three traveled to a more open area of the shopping center. The sun was warm on their skin and there was a gentle breeze. As Izuku and Katsuki waited for Kirishima to give them the go ahead to start the interview, Kirishima swore the scene looked like something out of a romcom movie. The school jock and nerd running into each other and having their worlds collide on a beautiful day with a cinematic breeze twirling their hair around.

Izuku was wearing a white tee shirt with the words “running shirt” on it. He paired the simple tee shirt with some black gym shorts that had white accents on the side seam. Both of his knees were strapped up with yellow kinesiology knee tape, paired with royal blue compression socks. The final addition to the horrifically discolored outfit was a pair of expensive red running sneakers.

Katsuki was in some baggy black pants, expensive white sneakers, and wore his UA football letter jacket.

Their outfits dramatically contrasted each other, but it wasn’t an eyesore like Kirishima thought it would be. Despite all of that, Kirishima cut the two’s ogling short. “Start anytime!”

Without missing a beat, Katsuki went off-script and asked a personal question. “What happened to your leg?”

Both Kirishima and Izuku seemed a bit taken aback by the question, but they quickly recovered. Kirishima knew he was going to use this as blackmail on Katsuki for the foreseeable future. Izuku on the other hand didn’t know what to expect from the interview and was happy to talk to the notorious football captain.

“I do a lot of running. A lot of cardio,” revealed Izuku, smiling shyly at Katsuki as he fiddled with the earbuds he had taken out.

Since he was a person with no filter, Katsuki dove straight into sly flirting. “Were you on your knees by any chance?”

“I actually was,” answered Izuku quickly, a bit surprised Katsuki asked the question. Still, he wasn’t too surprised Katsuki knew what to ask considering he was an athlete too.

Katsuki didn’t falter despite Izuku clearly not understanding what he meant with that question. “Oh. I picked the right guy for the interview,” commented Katsuki charmingly, his eyes looking at Izuku as if he were a meal to devour.

With the single comment, Izuku picked up on what Katsuki was indirectly saying and let his eyes widen and let out a breathless laugh. Katsuki knew he wanted to see that look and hear that laugh every day for the rest of his life. He wasn’t one to believe in love at first sight, but truly Izuku had him captivated. Izuku felt the exact same way.

He got me, hook, line, and sinker.

“How is your day going?” asked Katsuki calmly, reeling back into interviewing Izuku despite him not asking about UA or things about football.

Izuku pouted, looking at the hustle and bustle of the people around. “Pretty slow”

Seeing an opening to be mischievous again, Katsuki leaned closer. “Do you want me to make it faster?”

Perking up at the suggestive question, Izuku was ready to show he was just as interested. Using all the confidence training his teachers have put him through, Izuku tempted, “How would you do that?”

“How do you want me to do that?” fired back Katsuki with pure enjoyment. There was a little voice in the back of his head, wondering if the man before him was being a little shit to mess with him or if he was truly interested.

While Katsuki was overthinking everything, Izuku tilted his head down, looking up at Katsuki through his eyelashes with a shy smile. It was a very pointed look, and Katsuki felt his heart swoon. Katsuki was ready to bite those chubby cheeks peppered with the most beautiful freckles. Still, he was a college student and imagined pinning Izuku against his locker in the vacant locker room, and making those perfect lips spread to let out a scream of pleasure.

“I’m going to have to cut this video short,” half-joked Katsuki, struggling to keep his mind focused on anything but asking Izuku to date him in less than polite words.

The loud, almost manic laughter erupted from Izuku again as the implications of Katsuki’s words sank in. He was infatuated with Katsuki. There was something so thrilling about being the one that caught the attention of the untouchable football captain. In the back of his mind, he was scared this was all some elaborate prank to humiliate him, but he had to trust that Toshinori wasn’t lying about Katsuki being a good person.

It wasn’t uncommon to hear all his friends talking about Katsuki. It was close to impossible not to hear the name when football was such a major sport. Katsuki was the captain and the team's best player. Besides, Izuku often visits the games.

The only problem was he never got a good look at the blonde when their classes had no overlap and Katsuki was nothing more than a small blob down on the field.

Katsuki recalled Kirishima and Izuku’s short exchange. Kirishima mentioned something about not going to as many parties due to his busy schedule. If Kirishima equated not going to parties to a complete loss of communication, he wondered just how often Izuku attended them. “Do you ever go out to parties?”

“Maybe sometimes,” admitted Izuku slowly, raising a brow to gauge just what Katsuki’s aim was. While Izuku enjoyed some dirty talk, he had no intention of being a sex toy. He had standards and he hoped that Katsuki wasn’t just a closeted player.

“Do you ever see frat boys?” questioned Katsuki quickly, feeling anxiety bubble in his gut. He didn’t want Izuku to have his eyes on loser extras. Katsuki knew that some of the frat boys were persistent and relentless when it came to sexual endeavors. Jealousy was an ugly feeling, and Katsuki didn’t like being in a competition where he could easily lose.

Izuku stilled, a bit offended Katsuki was asking about his potential romantic interests in frat boys. How could Katsuki think he had no standards? Sure, Izuku was popular and flirty when it counted, but he didn’t think he gave off the impression he’d settle for a frat boy.

Truth be told, Izuku had a fear of drinking and drugs. He was a control freak after all.

In the end he’d be lying if he said he didn’t notice some of the frat boys at the parties he attended. No matter how many people tried to hide the parties from the frat boys, they managed to find and get into the private parties. “I do see some frat boys. I don’t go for frat boys though.”

Katsuki immediately relaxed and soon realized he had been making a lot of assumptions. Sure, he was gay, but he couldn’t just assume anyone he was interested in was. Yet, he saw Izuku standing across the field on one fateful day and decided the nerd was his. Still, he didn’t have to worry about some horny men getting their hands on Izuku.

With his skin practically itching from anticipation, Katsuki knew he needed to get a better confirmation of Izuku’s sexuality. Their not-so-subtle flirting wasn’t enough. “So, what kind of guys do you go for?”

“Literally any other kind of guy,” chuckled Izuku, feeling his cheeks heat up a bit. It was clear that Katsuki was interested in him no matter what the intentions behind that interest were. Who could blame him for being flattered that Katsuki was giving him attention in a world filled with gorgeous individuals who matched Katsuki’s interests better.

Even if he was a perfect mix of calculated and impulsive, Katsuki was quick to gather the courage and make it clear where he stood. “Like football players?”

The message was direct and Izuku’s face bloomed the most stunning shade of pink Katsuki had ever seen. The shade complimented his hair and made his freckles more apparent. Still, Izuku raised a hand to tuck a stray curl behind his ear. Ignoring the adrenaline pumping in his veins, he smiled confidently. “I’ve never gone for a football player before but…”

All composure was lost, and Katsuki’s buffer vanished. “Do you like dick?”

That was all it took for Izuku to burst out into laughter. Even if Katsuki only wanted him for his body, which meant a hard rejection to an only physical relationship, Izuku had no intention of living a life without Katsuki in it. The vulgarity in Katsuki’s speech and the lack of regret in everything he said was something Izuku quickly admired. “Uh yeah.”

Katsuki couldn’t stop the grin that spread across his face, unable to believe that with the dumpster fire their conversation was, Izuku was still laughing and engaged. If his last question wasn’t enough to drive Izuku away, he might as well try to ask, “Can I get your number?”

Not even a second passed when Izuku threw his head back in laughter once more, fully captivated by Katsuki. He enjoyed the directness after all the suggestive language. Waving a hand, Izuku took a deep breath before shrugging and nodding his head. “Yeah, I guess you can get my number.”

Suddenly Katsuki felt like an elementary schooler. He remembered watching all his friends ask girls out and being surprised when they accepted. Now he understood how they felt at that moment. It was a pure, unadulterated sense of belonging and acceptance.

Despite the train wreck he presented himself to be, Izuku wanted to stick around.

“Really?”

“Yeah,” confirmed Izuku as he laughed, raising his hand, messing with his phone to pull up contacts, and offering it to Katsuki.

Kirishima stood behind the camera, wearing a disgusted expression. Izuku and Katsuki were made for each other. He couldn’t imagine any other person in the world still giving their number to Katsuki after being aggressively asked if they liked dick.

Whatever rose-tinted glasses Izuku was wearing, Kirishima wanted a pair too.

Katsuki calmly put in his digits and his name. He knew Izuku knew his name, but still, he liked the feeling of making himself known to Izuku. As soon as Katsuki went to hand Izuku his phone, a calendar notification pinged.

“Sorry, I really must go! I’ll text you, Katsuki. And Kirishima, it was a pleasure seeing you again.”

Kirishima and Katsuki both waved to Izuku and sadly said their goodbyes. They were impressed that Izuku was able to spare them a minute in the first place with how intense his schedule must be.

Izuku walked away with a pep in his step. Kirishima had been busy sending the video to himself when Katsuki’s voice reached his ears against his will.

“I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave,” sighed Katsuki, clearly admiring Izuku’s ass-sets.

Kirishima cringed, staring at Katsuki as if he’d been betrayed. “Bro, I love you… but I’m going to need you to stop talking.”

Katsuki gave Kirishima a swift punch to the arm before snatching his phone back. “Never speak of this to anyone. Let’s grab lunch… fuck interviewing anyone else.”

More than happy to stop where they were, Kirishima started walking to the one restaurant nearby he knew they both enjoyed. Katsuki smiled at his phone when he almost immediately got a text from Izuku.

Katsuki wasn’t planning on letting Izuku go after having a taste.

Hinata is a Bad Bitch - I know this ain’t the rink for the Grand Prix Finals but just... take it 🦐🤭🍊

You Beautiful Little, Young Thing, You

Aldera - Izuku /// U.A. - Midoriya Aldera - Katsuki /// U.A - Bakugo

Midoriya was signing a little kid's pair of red sneakers when they accidentally hit him with their quirk. Midoriya squeaked as he was suddenly standing in a classroom with no shoes or marker in his hand.

His head immediately shot up, looking at his surroundings. Almost instantly he realized he was in the past. More specifically he was in the classroom that used to haunt his dreams. He was surrounded by the faces of his bullies. Instead of feeling fearful or panicked, his head snapped over to where his desk was.

There sat his past self, bewildered at the sudden appearance of a person in the middle of the classroom. Instead of freaking out, Midoriya clapped happily.

“Mini-me!”

The students were all petrified. The future version of their quirkless classmate looked nothing like they expected. He was still rather short even though he had grown a couple of inches. The crazy part was the clear muscles he possessed along with scars that decorated his body.

There was one thing that captivated everyone in the room. It was the way Midoriya's presence lit up the room with how he was practically glowing.

Their Izuku stared up at Midoriya with a flabbergasted expression. “You’re me?”

Midoriya nodded, chuckling to himself. “Sure am! Although I guess I'm not too far into the future or anything crazy. I’m a third year in high school!”

The teacher suddenly interrupted the two, clueless about what to do in the situation. “How are you here?”

Midoriya turned to the adult and shrugged. “Not too sure. I think I was hit by a quirk. I was giving a kid an autograph when I suddenly was brought here. I guess I either got attacked by a villain or accidentally hit by a civilian.”

“Autograph? Who would want your stupid autograph?” shouted Katsuki, not happy with what was happening.

Midoriya's head snapped over, eyes wide with wonder. “Little Kacchan!”

The class of students was undeniably flabbergasted. There was no way in the future, Midoriya would be happy to see Katsuki. Izuku dreaded Katsuki’s presence. After all, Katsuki was Izuku's bully. It seemed that Katsuki was even taken aback by the sunshiny, happy-go-lucky smile on Midoriya's face.

Midoriya knew his phone probably wouldn’t work considering the service he was using and the account he had didn’t exist in the past. Turning to his past self, he looked a bit sheepish. “May I use your phone to make a call?” asked Midoriya politely.

His younger self squeaked a bit, clearly unprepared for that request. “Sure!” After pulling out his phone, he extended it out to his future self. Midoriya thanked his past self before excusing himself to the hallway.

The class looked at the door where Midoriya disappeared behind before turning their heads to their Izuku. His gaze remained fixed on the door, amazed with his future self. He had so many questions.

Midoriya was currently in a hero costume so Izuku was buzzing. If his future self is wearing what he thinks it is, it didn’t look like the hero costume he had drawn out in his notebook. He had plenty of questions and hoped he’d have the chance to ask them.

Midoriya came in a couple of minutes later, handing the phone back to his younger self. “If you get a random call from the Pro Hero Nezu, just know that was me.”

The silence in the room was heavy. Midoriya looked away from Izuku to see everyone's eyes bulging out of their heads at the mention of Nezu. After all, he was the Principal of U.A. High. How Midoriya knew him was the newest and most important question the group of students had.

Izuku nodded, still in disbelief at the sight of his future self. It wasn’t until lunchtime that the two had a chance to talk. They made their way to the back of the school to talk.

Not too far behind the duo were Katsuki, Tejio, and Hifumi. They were Izuku's notorious bullies. Alongside the bullies were a couple of Izuku's classmates. They weren't going to pass up the chance to hear about the future.

Midoriya knew there was a group of kids snooping. Invading their privacy was nothing the bullies would be concerned about. Besides, Midoirya could care less about their wandering eyes and their eavesdropping. What he cared about was his younger self.

Midoriya stared at Izuku momentarily before being unable to contain his joy. He scooped up his younger self with a breathless laugh. This was honestly the best thing he's ever experienced.

Izuku yelped as he was lifted into his older self's arms. He couldn’t help but cry, clinging to the future version of himself that proved he could be a hero.

“I was— I’m so cute!”

Izuku gasped, looking up at Midoriya in wonder. “And I’m very-very wow!”

“Thank you! Glad to know you approve of the future look,” chuckled Midoriya, looking down at his hero suit.

“So, I’m training to become a hero?” questioned Izuku, picking at his cuticles nervously.

Midoriya nodded with a blinding smile. "Of course we are! Although I can't really disclose much more information. Can't risk throwing off the timeline."

Izuku clapped his hands together, failing to stop himself from crying. "I'm so glad."

Midoriya rested his hands on Izuku's shoulders, looking himself in the eyes. "You got this. Things will get much better, but your journey will be far from easy, but we must work hard for the future we want."

Izuku nodded, taking a deep breath. “That’s the life we live. Nothing I’m not used to.”

Midoriya sighed, pinching those chubby cheeks before him. “Even if things may be rough, we will finally have support systems.”

“That sounds really amazing,” sighed Izuku, wondering what it’s like to have someone or something he can depend on when he falls into the deep end.

“It is… god I wish I could tell you everything! Life has been insane,” groaned Midoriya, running his fingers through his fluffy hair.

“I mean clearly. If you can’t tell me anything about the future because of the possibility of something changing tells me a lot," chuckled Izuku, messing with his hands.

It was quiet for a moment before Izuku gasped and grabbed Midoriya's hand. "Wait! I already met... you know who. You don't have to worry about hiding that."

Midoriya seemed to sink in relief. "Okay, so you know a pretty good amount already. I still can't spoil the juicy details, unfortunately. But I can tell you that training goes well."

Izuku grinned, clapping his hands together. "Well, that's great to hear. All our hard work pays off. What is it like having a, umm."

"It was very strange at first. I think we both know it's a big adjustment. Still, it's more cool than anything else. Still learning more and more about it every day," rambled Midoriya, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

Izuku suddenly whispered, leaning up to Midoriya’s ears. “What about our relationship with All Might?”

“Oh! It’s wonderful! He’s like a father to me at this point,” chirped Izuku happily, clearly happy to talk about the hero.

“Do we make a lot of friends?” questioned Izuku hopefully.

Midoriya couldn’t help but let out a beautiful laugh. “Yes, we make many friends. I’d argue that I’m the most popular person in the school.”

Tejio rolled his eyes, scoffing. “Bullshit.”

“Yeah right. No way that stalker nerd is popular. He probably pays people to be his friend,” snickered Hifumi, elbowing Tejio.

Katsuki was doing everything in his power to not storm up to the two and blow them up. Their conversation was seriously pissing him off. Izuku’s training to become a hero and successfully does it. Izuku apparently has a father in the future. All of that was a stretch, but the one thing he was not buying was that the quirkless loser was popular.

Izuku’s face lit up and he let out a loud gasp. “Really? That’s amazing!”

Suddenly they heard a shout from the rooftop.

"I am a turtle!"

Both Midoriya and Izuku pause, their smiles immediately fading. Slowly they turned toward each other with highly judgemental looks. Midoriya shook his head, not removing his eyes from Izuku. "I forgot just how much I hated this school."

"Yeah," drawled out Izuku as he cringed.

"Wanna skip the rest of the day? I can just tell the teacher I need to take you with me to UA or something like that," yawned Midoriya, looking toward the entrance of the school.

Katsuki stepped out glaring at the duo. "Who the hell do you think you are?"

Izuku immediately used Midoriya as a shield. Unlike him, Midoriya looked disinterested in whatever angsty mumbo-jumbo Katsuki has going on. "I thought you were there when I was magically transported into the middle of your classroom."

"Shut it Deku! You know what I meant," shouted Katsuki, not happy to be messed with.

"Duh, I knew what you meant. It's just I don't appreciate how you speak to me," remarked Midoriya, not tolerating Katsuki's past behavior. "I miss your future self already."

Katsuki seemed to forget about what Midoriya originally said because of the second part. "I already know I'm the best!"

Midoriya couldn't help but smile, nodding his head. "Of course, Kacchan."

Their conversation was cut off by a portal opening and an older Katsuki popping his head through. Spotting Midoriya, he sighed and stepped the whole way through.

"Thank god that worked. The kid hasn’t stopped crying. He thought he killed you," huffed Bakugo, approaching Midoriya.

"Oh, it was the kid? I guess he got too excited then," chuckled Midoriya stepping closer to Bakugo.

"No kidding, he developed his fucking quirk because of you. Now get your ass through that portal Izuku," ordered Bakugo.

Midoriya flushed a bit, rushing to Bakugo's side. "Don't rush me Kacchan!" freezing, Midoriya turned to his past self and winked. "I wasn't kidding when I said things get better! You got this!"

Bakugo nodded and flashed a charming smirk. "You're still a stupid nerd."

Midoriya swatted at Bakugo, attempting to shove him through the portal. Bakugo had grabbed ahold of Midoriya's wrist and chucked him through the portal instead.

Their fighting was amusing for the young teens watching them. Izuku and Katsuki slowly turned toward each other with stunned expressions.

"What the hell?"

"What just happened?"

When they both made it to their rooms that night, they finally had the chance to smile. They were glad to see they figured things out in the future.

On Your Shoulders

Sometimes luck never seemed to be on Izuku Midoriya’s side.

When Midoriya was a young teen, he was the victim of a hit-and-run. He had been walking on the sidewalk, minding his business, ready to return home after a long day at school when he was struck by a car. The car kept driving, but fortunately, a nearby security camera caught the entire thing on tape.

When he was admitted into the hospital he was rushed to the OR for immediate surgery. His spleen had torn so badly that it had to be removed.

While in recovery from his surgery, hospital staff quickly realized Izuku’s legs were paralyzed and assessed the damage. The prognosis was dire. Midoriya was likely never to walk again.

What made the entire situation even worse was that when Midoriya returned to school, the people he thought were his friends had outcasted him. People he had never even met before started teasing him and calling him all types of derogatory names. All because he had been the victim of a crime and was now disabled.

Katsuki Bakugo, one of Midoriya’s childhood friends, decided to throw away over a decade of friendship. The friendly “Midoriya” he always confidently called out was replaced with a disgusted “Deku”.

Doing his best to ignore the betrayal of everyone at his school, Midoriya decided he would take control of his life. Soon all his free time was spent at the rehab facility as he fought against his body to walk again. While the chances were slim, he wanted to fight against the odds.

By the time Midoriya’s middle school graduation ceremony came around, he had made incredible progress. While he still needed to utilize arm canes because his legs would still occasionally buckle, he was able to walk down the aisle to obtain his awards.

No one in the school knew Midoriya had been training to gain motor function in his legs again. So, when Midoriya magically rose from his wheelchair, grabbed his arm canes, and made his way up to the principal to receive an award, the entire school went crazy. Many were amazed and couldn’t deny they were impressed.

Bakugo on the other hand was pissed. Midoriya made a fool out of him, and he’d never forgive him for that. Unfortunately for Bakugo, Midoriya didn’t apply for the same school as him.

Whatever childish grudge Katsuki had; he couldn’t make Midoriya any more miserable than he already was. For the first time since they were babies, Midoriya wasn’t a part of Bakugo’s life.

Against all odds, fate brought Bakugo and Midoriya back together. Despite being separated by an hour-long drive, attending separate universities, and having a close to zero chance of running into each other, there was one thing that could overcome all the barriers. That was school sports.

Somehow, they both took an interest in competitive weightlifting. One moment, Bakugo is basking in the glory of his great performance, and then he’s met with the sight of Midoriya lifting the same weight with ease. Despite the wave of emotions that crashed on Bakugo, he and Midoriya seemed to agree to keep their distance.

All it took was one competition for Katsuki’s teammates to be fond of Midoriya and his teammates. Technically speaking, each student was responsible for themselves, so the pressure of competition was evenly distributed. The lack of school vs. school made it a much more welcoming environment.

It was hard not to like Midoriya once a person caught wind of his story of overcoming being paralyzed.

Midoriya was more than happy to become friends with everyone competing. They all shared a similar interest, so he didn't see the harm in becoming close with an opponent from another school. It was nice to no longer be held down by the past.

Now people could look at him as an idol rather than a waste of space. He overcame the challenges life threw at him and now he was standing on the same level as Todoroki Shoto, the son of pro-wrestler Endeavor and the boy who had the attention of everyone in the room.

The funniest thing was that Todoroki only had his eyes on Midoriya. That was the case for most of Midoriya's fellow team members. Uraraka, Iida, Momo, Aoyama, Tsuyu, Ojiro, and Shoji were all obsessed with Midoriya and everything he did.

It took three competitions for it to become impossible to keep the distance.

"Kacchan."

"Deku."

With a greeting only containing their childish nicknames, whatever awkward tension had been building between them disappeared. They both decided to leave the past in the past and share a rivalry that wasn't anything serious. It was a freeing experience for both Bakugo and Midoriya.

The end of their first year was approaching and the competitions were getting increasingly serious. The biggest competition was hosted by UA, a giant corporation that produces weight-lifting gear and trains some of the best weightlifters to date.

The weightlifting competition was to determine qualifiers for the semi-finals. Unlike any other competition, this was going to be on live television instead of an online live stream. When the event came around, the building was filled with an exhilarating energy.

Usually, at competitions all the competitors were chatting amongst one another. This time teams were stuck close together so not a lot of mindless chatter was happening. Nonetheless, Bakugo’s team and Midoriya’s team stationed themselves side by side.

Safe to say, Izuku Midoriya was a beast. Looking at him around campus, anyone would believe he was just another lanky nerd. When summer came around and people got a look at his incredibly muscular legs, people grew interested in just how strong their peer was.

While Bakugo and Kirishima recognized that Midoriya was strong judging by his muscles, they didn't believe that he would be stronger than them.

Kirishima didn't want to seem judgmental, but Midoriya's muscles appeared significantly smaller than his and Bakugo’s. He also noticed Midoriya was wearing compression socks and sports tape around his knees signaling injuries.

Kirishima and everyone else sharing the same thoughts as him were proven wrong. Midoriya was still going strong after countless rounds passed with the weight steadily increasing. If anything, no one could tell if he was struggling or not. The weight appeared to move with his body, showing no resistance against gravity.

The next round arrived, and the weight was at a staggering 250 lbs./115 kgs. Nearly everyone had tapped out except for Midoriya, Bakugo, and a couple of upperclassmen. Kirishima had maxed out at 225lbs./102 kgs.

As Midoriya listened to the buzzer ring, he lowered his calloused and scarred hands to the barbell with a grin. In a flash, he engaged his body to effortlessly raise the weight and then swooped his body into a squat as the weight was swung up and placed at the shoulders. With ease, Midoriya pushed up, finishing his squat without struggle.

Much to everyone's surprise, Midoriya rested the barbell on his chest and shoulders.

"What the hell is he doing?" hissed Bakugo, irritated at this dramatic display. For a moment he believed Midoriya was trying to get himself disqualified.

"Is he okay?" whispered Jiro in fear of Midoriya's wellbeing.

Their attention was grabbed by Uraraka who had loudly gasped and covered her mouth. Bakugo turned to Kirishima before looking back at Midoriya. "The fuck?"

"I don't know bro," answered Kirishima, concern laced in his tone.

Suddenly, Midoriya raised one hand to support the barbell while his other hand rose into the air to reveal a finger facing the wrong direction. Everyone in the room turned to watch Midoriya as news of a dislocated finger reached everyone in five seconds.

As the people at home and the crowd in the room watched Midoriya try and bend his finger, they also focused on his face. The most shocking part of the entire situation was that Midoriya's expression was calm and didn't signal discomfort.

Putting all the weight of the barbell on his upper body, Midoriya removed the hand that had been stabilizing the bar to grip his finger and snap it back into place.

“Holy shit,” croaked Bakugo with a disbelieving grin.

Todoroki stared at Midoriya in amazement as he breathed out a soft, “Woah.”

On the other hand, Uraraka sported a wrinkled nose, curled upper lip, and squinted eyes as she stared. “What the fuck?”

Kirishima stared with a dropped jaw and mortified eyes. Mina rested a hand under Kirishima’s dropped jaw before closing his mouth. Her mouth was also hanging wide up. Kaminari closed Mina’s mouth with his mouth also hanging wide open. Jiro shook her head at the entire situation and turned to leave the area.

Some people in the room let out yelps of shock, disgust, and amazement. Still, despite the small noises, the room was completely silent.

Bakugo stared up at Midoriya, choosing to ignore the pounding in his chest and the sweatiness of his palms. All he could do was stare at Midoriya and watch as he finished his jerk after dislocating and relocating his finger from his clean.

After returning both hands to the barbell and fixing their positioning, the weight was back onto his hands and arms. Not needing a moment to catch his breath or brace himself for the jerk, Midoriya thrusted the barbell over his head and locked his arms tightly.

After another buzzer rang out, Midoriya let the barbell crash to the ground with a loud bang. At that moment, the entire building erupted with screams and cheers. That was the most badass thing the weightlifting community has experienced in a long time.

Despite how intense the moment was and how Midoriya should've been also celebrating such an epic moment, he did the opposite. Midoriya turned to the cameras, offered a sweet smile with a gentle wave, and walked over to where some medics were waiting.

Midoriya had dislocated his finger, and it was rather painful. His teammates raced after him, clearly not letting him run away from their praise. Meanwhile, Bakugo watched him leave with a gaze that worried Kirishima, Kaminari, Mina, and Sero.

The rest of the competition flew by. Somehow Midoriya getting injured and still performing like a pro boosted every competitor’s morale. People were lifting weights they had never dreamed of lifting before, and they were trucking it along.

There was a thirty-minute waiting period for scores and rewards. During that time, countless reporters tried to find Midoriya to interview him about the finger incident.

Soon reporters weren’t the only ones looking for Midoriya. His teammates couldn’t find him, nor could Bakugo’s teammates. They all wanted to ask him questions and make sure he was okay.

Behind the building in-between rose bushes, Bakugo and Midoriya hid away from the world. They both knew their rank and were less than worried about making it back on time. It wouldn’t be the first time they got a lecture from their coaches.

“That was sick as fuck Deku,” admitted Bakugo, looking at Midoriya’s splinted finger.

Midoriya looked up at Bakugo with a giddy smile. “Thank you Kacchan. I was worried they were going to disqualify me.”

Bakugo’s large hands grasped Midoriya’s wrist and tugged it close. “Did it really not hurt?”

It was quiet for a moment before Midoriya turned his body towards Bakugo. “I thought you knew this, but I experienced nerve damage all through my body. While my legs were paralyzed and I had to work to gain motor function back, my hands never lost function, but I lost a lot of feeling in them.”

“Is that why you’re avoiding those idiots inside?” questioned Bakugo with a smirk.

“What?” squeaked Midoriya, putting all his body weight onto the wall of the building.

“Yeah, there were a shit ton of reporters looking for you in there?” confirmed Bakugo, following Midoriya’s lead and resting.

Midoriya shook his head with a grin. “I had no idea. But now that you mention it, I have no desire to go in. I don’t want to explain my entire life story to them.”

It wasn’t hard to understand why Midoriya wouldn’t want to answer questions. His answer couldn’t be simplified to a simple I just like snapping my fingers back into place.

“All of the people would probably ask you the same boring question anyways,” sighed Bakugo, looking up at the setting sun.

A comfortable weight was placed on Bakugo’s shoulder. The soft fluffy hair touching his neck told him everything he needed to know. Without saying a word, Bakugo placed a hand on Midoriya’s propped-up knee.

After letting the comfort of Midoriya’s touch fester inside him, Bakugo decided to say what was on his mind.

“Sorry for being an asshole,” grumbled Bakugo, looking away.

“Glad to know you realize you were an asshole. Let me nap for five minutes and consider yourself forgiven,” yawned Midoriya as he relaxed further.

Bakugo didn’t bother responding, but he did have to smack Midoriya three minutes into the peaceful nap. “Stop touching my pecs.”

“Shut up Kacchan,” hissed Midoriya with a childish grin.

The flash of a phone caught the duo’s attention, and they looked up fearfully only to be met with Todoroki holding up a phone. “About time. I’ve been waiting two months to get my money.”

Midoriya gawked at his best friend while Bakugo was already on his feet, ready to battle.

“I’m going to kill you Half-and-half bastard!”

Since I’m Depressed Langst (Trigger warning for depression and suicide)

Lance had always felt horrible

It was enexplainable and Hunk knew

No one understood why Hunk always kept Lance is his sight

Lance never showed his arms nor changed in front of anyone other than Hunk

And Lance over time stopped talking to most people except for Hunk

He stopped showing up for meals

He trained alone other than team training

He was seen sitting in the observatory most nights if not then he was in his room for almost up to one day

In battles he mutes his helmet and turns on noise canceling to where he’ll just scream

Yet he never fails to comfort and aid anyone in need

Eventually the team saw him with his glasses and curled hair as he couldn’t bother to do it

One day he makes his way to the kitchen to pick up a plate but everyone picked up on the dried blood around the sleeves of his jacket and the bandages around his wrists

Keith chuckled,” Fail in the training simulation?”

Lance laughed relief flooded his face,” Yeah I need to cool it a bit.”

Hunk spoke up,” Tell them.”

Everyone looked at Lance,” What is he saying Lance, tell us what?”

Lances face went pale and Hunk froze,” No I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to push you speak when you’re ready.”

As quick as Lance entered he left everyone looked at Hunk who stood there

Little did they know Lance would be laying in his bed 2 hours later with a bottle of deadly Altean chemicals on the floor and a weak pulse

On his wall it wrote

Hopefully you’ll find someone worth your time next time around, I love you all. It’s none of your faults. It’s mine.

Goodbye

They found him hours later and no one would ever be the same