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Chapter 24: Unkind Eyes

Anxious was one of many words you could use to describe how you were feeling at the edge of campus on your first day. You gaze across the sprawling green at the steel and glass buildings that make up the main campus. Excitement filled your stomach with butterflies as you began your trek to the main lecture hall. Your schedule had major classes sprawled throughout the week, with your core curriculum snapping in before or after. Fortunately, you were able to get most classes before or around noon so you’d get out of school pretty early. You were making your way to your first class, it was a basic course every student in every major took but broken up by major, class, and split evenly by class size. When you’d described it to Chiyo and Hanai they compared it to a university entry class they had to include in their first-semester curriculum, though theirs was more of an entry point for undergrads to get to know the university better and make new friends. As much as you’d desperately “wanted” to get to know the university better, you knew that this course being across many years would only mean it’s more important than the description let on.

The hallways leading up to the lecture hall had been fairly sparse, students were either in the midst of class or on their way, though that changed as the time turned to 15 till the next hour. That’s when the halls flooded with a mix of young adults trying to get to their next classes. You gravitated towards the edge of the hall as people pressed past, only continuing to the door just around the corner once traffic had thinned out. The door to your class had been propped open, the inside revealing a simple desk and podium in the front half of the room with a board behind it and a steady escalation of desks on platforms slightly higher than the previous. It should be noted that you were fairly early to class but students had already found seats scattered around the room. A bulky blonde with a tail wrapped around his chair and resting in his lap fiddled with something inside his bag, he was the only student who sat front and center in the room. Another young man with a sturdy frame and dark hair sat in the first column cleaning his rectangular frames. Near the back were two students with their heads down, the furthest had a hood over their head, and in front of them was a heteromorph with a blackbird head. You made your way over to the middle of the farthest column, sliding across from the heteromorphic young man. Before you had even finished rummaging in your bag and setting up your desk a tap came on your shoulder from behind, you looked over your shoulder and followed the end of a blue sweatshirt to see the dark-haired young man come to greet you. He was so tall your neck strained to meet his eyes towering over you. His stern look broke the illusion he was trying to be nice, his voice wouldn’t help either.

“Good morning, my name is Iida Tenya,” Iida’s voice was deep like most men his age, his tone reminded you of your father’s when he’d talk formally. His hand reached out for a shake, you hesitantly clasped on as he shook. Despite the size difference, his hand gently held yours as a small smile spread across his lips.

“Hi, I’m Hamamoto (y/n),” You felt a little more at ease around the stranger despite his stern demeanor.

“What school did you come from?” Iida’s question was harmless, just small talk you’d make. Though small talk was never a strong suit of yours, palms growing sweaty as the social anxiety crept in.

“Aldera High, you?” Politely responding to the conversation.

“Somei Academy,” He smiled boldly, you recognized the school as a private academy leading you to think that this young man might be snobbish.

“The private school? I’m sure you get good grades, huh?” You pressed for information, wanting to understand him better before jumping to conclusions.

“I don’t mean to brag,” He blushed and glanced at the front door as a few students began to trickle in. “But I did receive some of the top scores in my grade.”

“I guess it’s good to know some of this country’s next heroes won’t be airheads,” You chuckled. He didn’t seem too impressed by your comment.

“Well I just came over to say, let’s have a great year!” Iida bowed his head and found another student to talk to. A young lady with a pair of headphones wrapped around her neck seemed to be his next victim.

“He did that to all of us,” The Heteromorph spoke as soon as Iida left earshot. His voice was lower pitched than you imagined, you look over at the desk to see a set of startling red eyes on top of his crossed arms. A much lighter hue than Bakugo’s you noted. The Heteromorph yawned and propped his head up on his hand as he turned to face you. “Tokoyami Fumikage, by the way.”

“Hamamoto (y/n),” You said, looking over as students began to sit around the areas closer to you.

At the sound of your voice and name, the hooded student behind Tokoyami stirred from his nap. He picked up his head slowly enough that you didn’t notice his movements. He could see through the crack of light he allowed himself that you were sitting diagonally from him, so nauseatingly close. He watched and listened as you and Tokoyami continued talking, speculating what the course would be about. That was until an ashy blonde strutted up to your desk.

“Kacchan!” You were surprised the two of you ended up in the same class. When you speculated how you’d be divided for this course you’d assume it was random, but Katsuki predicted it would be by ranked scores. Ultimately when you finished your schedule and got the official results, Katsuki was right and won a few yen off of you.

“Hammy,” He gave you a small smile before swinging his bag on the desk in front of yours.

“Tokoyami, this is my boyfriend Bakugo Katsuki,” You held a hand out to present the young man, his feet slamming down on top of the desk as he leaned back. “Katsuki this is Tokoyami Fumikage.”

“Yo,” Tokoyami flashed him the peace sign, Katsuki nodded back at him. Your conversation was halted as Iida made a return, his hands flat as blades as they gestured to Katsuki’s feet.

“Take your feet off that desk now,” Iida’s commanded.

“Huh?” Katsuki’s calm demeanor melted into a deep scowl as he whipped his head up to see Iida towering over him.

“It’s the first day and you’re already disrespecting this academy by scuffing school property, you cretin!” Iida wrinkled his nose as Katsuki planted his foot on the ground and leaned forward.

“You’re kidding me, right?” Katsuki scoffed, “Did your old school put a stick up your ass? Or were you born with it?”

“Katsuki,” You chided, slapping a hand across his shoulder. He huffed and leaned back, taking a less threatening pose.

“U-uh...” The young man's attitude flustered Iida. Katsuki’s personality wasn’t one he had run into very often around his school, not that he’d want to draw attention from those sorts. “Let’s start over, I’m Iida Tenya from Somei Private Academy. Nice to meet you.”

“Somei, huh?” Katsuki spat in Iida’s face, half standing out of his seat in position to swing. “So you must think you’re better than me. I’m going to have fun tearing you a new one.”

“Katsuki,” You warned, almost out of your seat, “Cool it, it’s the first day of classes.”

“You would threaten me?” Iida was shocked that such a hot-headed person would be admitted to a prestigious school like U.A., especially if his attitude was so volatile. “You’re own classmate? Are you sure you’re in the right place?”

“Hey,” You chimed in, now up and between the two young men with an arm pressed against Katsuki’s chest. You turned your attention to Iida as he turned his baffled look to you. “He scored higher than all of us on those exams.”

“Impossible, there’s no way-”

Before Iida could shun away the possibility that Katsuki had done better than himself in the exams, the blonde took a swiped over your head at him. You shoved Katsuki back, his chair knocking over and slamming against your own. The clanging brought the room silent, everyone’s eyes were between the three of you. The second felt like an eternity as a dozen strangers watched the situation unfold. Your vision of the class waned as you passed between faces until you came upon the newest classmate, his hair was unmistakably messy and deep green. Midoriya Izuku.

A deep growl rumbled in Katsuki’s chest as his eyes laid on the newest classmate. Midoriya looked up at the cluster of students and beamed a bright smile into the otherwise tense situation. You could feel the sweat on your lip as it curled into a hesitant smile. He gave you a small wave which Iida took as an invitation to drop back and introduce himself to Midoriya, you gave him a curt nod before turning your back to him. Katsuki scowled at the back of the room, arms crossed tightly around his chest.

“What was that about?” You whispered harshly, trying to ignore the feeling of people staring.

“He was acting all high and mighty like he was better than me.” Katsuki grumbled before he added, “Better than us.”

“And if he is?” You asked him, searching his eyes for an answer. His head snapped to look at you dead on, a fire lit behind his eyes.

“Not fucking likely.” He picked up his chair and threw himself into it. You sensed the conversation was over and scooted your chair back into place before settling in. You met Tokoyami’s concerned gaze with one of your own, giving him a deadpanned thumbs up. Out of the corner of your eyes, you could see the hooded student had lifted his head. You turned your head to get a better view of the person but were met with the cold angry eyes of someone all too familiar. Todoroki Shoto glared at you, the feeling of bitter disappointment and rage in the air was palpable between the hot-headed blonde in front of you and the heterochromatic boy behind you. Instead of conversing with him or acknowledging his presence, you turned your attention to the front of the room as your professor entered the lecture hall.

Your canvas crossbody sat in your lap as you waited for your turn to see the dean, your keys jingled with each jolt your anxious leg sent up. You were unsure if this visit was related to the confrontation between Iida and Katsuki, but being called down to the dean's office on the first day didn’t give you hope for your future reputation at U.A. The only other person in the secretary’s office with you was the secretary herself, beyond the double oak doors was Nezu. You’d seen the creature itself, albeit a hologram version, but there were rumors you refused to believe were true. It’s been said that Nezu was a lab creation from early quirk experiments. Some even said he was not even a man, but a chimera creature with the appearance of a mouse, dog, bear, and cat. You never wanted to believe rumors but as you walked up to the double doors you couldn’t help but wonder what awaited on the other side of the door, mankind's creation or a mythical creature.

The secretary called you forward and led you to the doors, opening them up to you. Out of respect, you fell into a deep bow, but out of habit, you didn’t look up at him when you entered. The doors creaked shut behind you as you stood straight.

“You requested to see me, sir?” You brought yourself to look higher but didn’t look past the mahogany desk he sat at.

“Please sit, Miss. Hamamoto,” His voice was higher and softer than you recalled. Did you dare look up? Nezu chuckled as you began to walk over to him, your eyes not going above the desk. “Don’t be afraid, I don’t bite.”

When you finally looked up the only word that crossed your mind was Cute. Your worries about a mythological creature and manmade abominations eased at the sight of the mouse-like creature that met your eyes with kindness behind them.

“No doubt you’ve heard rumors of me being some frightening creature,” Nezu’s eyes squinted as a smile grew across his smushed snout.

“Yeah,” You laughed nervously, rubbing the sweat from your hands onto your pants. “Quite a few, but you don’t look so frightening.”

“There is some truth in what they say,” Nezu said slyly as he pulled an electric kettle off of the corner of his desk and poured it into a teapot in front of you. A tea set for two with blue floral designs was set up in between the two of you. Before he could give you a second to process his comment, he continued, “The teachers have their communal kettle in a break room downstairs, but I often find they don’t clean it. Plus I like tea at my desk. Would you like some?”

“Oh, uh, no,” You stuttered, “I’m okay, thank you.”

“You’re not at all what I pictured when I was told about you,” Nezu twisted a small timer and looked you over. You felt it rude to interject with your comment about how he was much smaller than you anticipated, so you let him continue. “I was expecting a bloodthirsty crazed teenager, but you seem polite. Your grades are phenomenal to boot.”

“Thank you, sir,” You began to worry why you were here now. “May I ask why I’ve been called in?”

“Ah, right, that,” Nezu felt like the bearer of bad news for you, though he knew it was the action he already said he’d take when the young man came to him. “Unfortunately it’s come to our attention that you were involved in a confrontation, one that led you to use your quirk.”

Your heart sank to your stomach and a lump so thick it was hard to breathe lodged itself in your throat. Haru was good on his promise. He went to your dean just weeks before the semester began to talk with the dean about a few students who took the entrance exam. Haru tried his best to get Nezu to see Bakugo Katsuki was also a troublesome student and needed to be rejected much like he pushed for you to be. Nezu didn’t give in to his wishes but promised to look into the event himself before rejecting students. With Nezu researching the incident through public records, he was able to find that you were named as a bystander. Though his connections through the police force keyed him in on some unpublished information, you were heavily involved.

“Using your quirk outside of regulated areas,” Nezu continued, “Much like the neighborhood this altercation occurred in, can pose a danger to yourself and others around you. Do you understand?”

You nodded, unable to speak past the lump in your throat.

“Not only is it against the law without parental supervision, but it's my understanding that you had some new developments to your abilities via a ‘quirk spurt’. As someone with sparse knowledge about their developing quirk, it’s best to learn as much as you can about your abilities so that you don’t harm yourself or others. Schools like our very own U.A. are designed exactly for that. Which is why I’ve decided to not have you expelled.” The weight on your shoulder fell off, allowing you to take a shivering breath.

“Thank you, sir,” You said finally, a grateful smile on your lips.

“Don’t thank me just yet.” Nezu pulled out a shiny school folder, one you’d see information packets in for a class. He flipped through it before handing it to you. “This is some information on counseling, you’ll be seeing a counselor here free of charge for us to gauge your psyche. As well as a chemistry course I want you to add to your schedule. These are mandatory and a condition of your continued admittance to this school. You’ll engage in these meetings and classes for the remainder of the semester, I’ll meet periodically with the counselor, and then we’ll talk together at the end of the semester to see if you need more sessions.”

“Another student was involved in the incident,” You began wondering if Haru ruined Katsuki’s chances at U.A.. “Is- Are you going to talk to him too?”

“I’m not at liberty to discuss other students and their academic discipline with a peer,” Nezu smiled slyly as he continued. “I can say, however, that after reading the official documents any person acting in that situation was acting in self-defense as an adult attacked.”

“Thank you, sir,” You stood and bowed to him, the folder clasped to your chest. You were relieved knowing that Nezu wasn’t completely swayed by Haru’s words. “I’ll be going now if you don’t need anything else.”

“Yes, that’s all. You may go,” Nezu said, waving goodbye as you made your way to the door. When the door had clicked shut, the timer on his desk went off. The tea, Nezu thought as he busied his hands with the teapot. He clicked a pager button on his desk to reach his secretary, it buzzed softly at her desk. “Miss Ishiyama?”

“Yes sir?” She responded.

“I just had some tea prepared. Would you like some?” Nezu started pouring before he even heard her answer, preparing the tea how he liked it first.

“That sounds nice sir, I’ll be right in.”

When you got home late that afternoon you told Katsuki not to come over since you had to do your homework and readjust your schedule to fit another class. Truthfully you finished all of that in an hour but wanted some time to process and be angry. You sighed heavily into your elbows, the floor never felt more comfortable than now as you lay on the shag rug alone while reflecting. The day was long and stressful, from tense glares from Todoroki throughout your training exercises in the morning to the meeting with Dean Nezu in the afternoon. You had told Katsuki about the incident at the train station with the Todoroki siblings but never said their names, and were unsure how he’d react if you told him that the guy you saved was in your class and giving you the death stare constantly. Nothing good would come of it for sure, and nothing good would come out of Katsuki hearing that Haru snitched on the both of you to the school.

Haru was true to his word and told the school about the altercation, incriminating not one but two students recently admitted. You didn’t think of his declaration, waving it off after the wake. After months of never seeing him much less talking to him, Haru snitched. His name lit a fire in your chest each time you said it in your mind, imagining the young man you fell for just months ago. You gritted your teeth as you sat up after an hour of staring at the space between the floor and your couch. His stupid face wouldn’t leave your mind and drove you to feel guilty. You weren’t thinking about Haru in a romantic or even sexual way, but you felt bad just for thinking about another guy after turning Katsuki away. Your boyfriend was home probably eating dinner with his parents, and you sat on the floor alone thinking about another man.

At the thought of food your stomach rumbled, the bowl of grapes and crackers you had after school wouldn’t suffice as dinner. With the hour rolling later, you had limited options since you hadn’t gone grocery shopping in days. Though, a bowl of noodles from the corner store doesn’t sound too bad. You thought. You looked down at your clothes, athleisure may have been comfy for home but going out you’d rather wear some jeans at least. You slipped on a pair and slid into a sweatshirt to combat the chilly night. After sliding on your canvas loafers you began your short trek to the corner store. You wandered the aisles of the unfamiliar place, though its layout was similar to most mom-and-pop stores you’d seen. An aisle for miscellaneous house things including soap and litter, another for snacks and soups, and another for sweet treats. There was an aisle for adult beverages but you steered clear of it just in case. It was never illegal for you as a minor to venture into that aisle but it always felt like it was. You grabbed your ramen bowl and a few groceries before heading to the checkout. As you passed the frozen food your pace slowed at the sight of ice cream in their tiny containers and crinkly packaging. Fuck it, you thought immediately, a hand hovering over the handle. Hamamoto Akira’s stern voice rang in your head, “Really? Didn’t you just rank 6th overall in your class during training? Do you think ice cream is a good idea?”

Just because I can’t throw as far doesn’t mean I'm inferior, you thought. Your mind wandered to Todoroki Shoto, who you got to see in action. He was impressive, but you still couldn’t help but feel the icy chill he sent down your spine when he looked at you. Maybe to him, I am inferior. Your mind started to spiral in the refrigerated foods aisle of a convenience store, not ideal for your first day of college perhaps. However, it was inevitable as all your hopes and dreams were altered when Haru entered your life. His fight with Katsuki may have solidified your feelings for both young men, but the after-effects made your future uncertain. Especially with your added course load. You shook yourself out of your mind and concentrated on making your way one step at a time to the front counter to check out.

The sliding doors pinged as you left the store, making the short trek back to your apartment. It wasn’t late into the night but there were already drunks stumbling their way home, a few passed as you steered around their staggered pace. A few whistled as you passed or even called out to you, but you ignored the calls. You could feel your chest tighten as anxiety swept over, to keep yourself calm you had to reason with yourself. The apartment wasn’t too far away now, and if someone did approach you there would be hell to pay. Taekwondo and Jujutsu classes were cheap to start over your break and you had nothing but time to spare, but it’s been a while since you practiced. You picked up your pace and quickly made your way safely within the walls of the residents-only area, finally allowing you to breathe out. You strode over to the elevator and hopped on when the doors opened. Just as the doors clicked to close someone shouted out to you.

“Hold the door please!” A man shouted, the sound of his shoes slapping against the floor quickly made its way to you. Your hand flew between the doors to trigger the sensor, allowing it to open up again for the man on the other side. “Thanks.”

“No problem-“ You stopped short as a flash of recognition crossed both of your faces. His indigo eyes and wild purple hair were unmistakable, Shinso Hitoshi. You felt your skin crawl as your body remembered the way he influenced your movements at the entrance exam. You contemplated moving past him and making a lame excuse like needing to pick up your mail, but it was too late. He entered the lift and the doors promptly shut behind him. You can handle less than a minute with him, You thought, right?

“No small talk this time around?” Shinso inquired, his face in his usual fish eye tired and deadpan.

Thought you didn’t like it, was all you could think to say but didn’t want to respond in case he did it again. All day your mind had been cloudy and your talk with Nezu didn’t help either. Now Shinso appeared out of nowhere to ruin your day further.

“Oh, I see,” Shinso sounded disappointed, realizing you wouldn’t respond because of his quirk. It was always that way for him. Once others caught on to what triggered his ability, they became distant. It was difficult to make friends like this when everyone avoided saying anything to him in case Shinso decided to brainwash them. Over time he turned bitter, sometimes regretting his quirk when he felt low and there was no one to support him. Shinso realized though that although his quirk was a tad taboo there was nothing in the world he wanted more than to prove others wrong. He wanted to prove he wasn’t a bad guy deep down. Here you were, quick to see his ability and refuse to talk to him. “I’m not going to do it, you know. It is technically illegal for me to use my quirk anyway.”

“That doesn’t make me feel any better about talking to you,” You spat, refusing to look over at him as his stance shifted. “You not only violated my body but nearly ruined my chances at getting into U.A.”

“I’m sorry about that,” His tone was different, causing you to turn your head enough to see him better out of the corner of your eye. His head hung low as he focused on the spot between his shoes. “At least you got in, right?”

“Y-yeah,” You hesitated to brag about it, unsure now if he may have been punished for his quirk usage in the exam. “Hero course, you?”

“General Studies,” Shinso sighed heavily, picking his head up to look at the crack of the doors. “They encouraged me to try next semester though.”

“Maybe you can transfer a little easier now that you’re in the school,” You couldn’t help but feel a little bad for Shinso. He was genuine when he apologized, and like you, he was reaping the consequences of his actions.

“That’s the idea, but,” He sighed, meeting your eye finally, “It’s kind of hard to get to the level you all will be at without the training you do. They’re pinning me up for failure if I can’t compete at the same level.” The elevator doors opened on Shinso’s floor, and he began to walk out. He looked over his shoulder to you before the doors shut, “See ya around.”

Shinso left you with another weight on your heart. You mulled over his words as the doors opened on your floor, adjusting the weight of the bags in your hands as you walked down the hall. As much as you could empathize with the situation, there wasn’t much you could do about it. The school’s decision was final, but you wondered if there was something you could do about his training. With very different emitter quirks and a rough start to your relationship, you pondered if he even wanted or would accept your help. You began to suspect that perhaps he brainwashed you again just now in the elevator to get you to think about helping him. Shinso’s brainwashing felt different though, what you felt was genuine sympathy for him.

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oopsallfanfic · 13 days

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I totally wanted to drop a new chapter for the one year marker of this fan fic but I totally forgot 😭 forgive me! I’m currently working on Chapter 24, it was a draft I had months ago so I need to go through and edit again. I’ve been also rereading through the chapters to find any errors in spelling/grammar/punctuation/etc. so re read sometime in the future when I post about it if you’d like!

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Hi girlie just wanted to check if ur okay. Your last post was almost 2 months ago😭

Y’all imma be straight these 2 months have been a LOT. I work at a bakery so the holiday season is always super busy but on top of my stressful work life I had a death in the family. Safe to say I’ve been very ✨mentally unstable✨ for the better half of it. I’m working my way back into writing again so hopefully I have something coherent to put out in a month. Thanks for checking in on me though, it means a lot that people are still looking out for updates ❤️

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After Chapter 24 releases I will be taking a hiatus of hopefully no longer than 3 weeks, my job is getting busier and I’ll be swapping my work schedule for a short time. By the time we come back I should have chapter 25 finished as well.

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oopsallfanfic · 6 months

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Next update to Playing with Fire will be updated Chapter 23 and Chapter 24. Be on the lookout for that Monday/Tuesday!

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Happy Halloween!!!

A/N: I did some research and Halloween is celebrated in Japan during the summer (August/September) as a celebration of the spirits and then in the fall (October) as a huge costume party! They don't really go trick or treating but we won't be doing that today.

Warning: This short story will contain depictions of underaged drinking

You pat down the black tulle skirt and straightened up your blouse, the deep cut felt revealing but that's what you wanted. It was time to grab Todoroki’s attention, you thought surely one of you had to make a move soon after months of back and forth. Your thoughts and insecurities ran wild, spiraling as you kept questioning yourself.

Was my skirt too short? Maybe Shoto hasn't made a move cause he isn't interested? Then why would be give me chocolates? My thighs are showing an awful lot, is that okay? Oh, I'm so confused and anxious now. I can't possibly wear this, my breasts look provocative, what kind of message is that going to send to my classmates? What kind of message is that going to send to him?

You put a hand to your chest and took a deep breath, the warmth of your palm giving you a sense of calm. No, no. Don't do this, don't freak out at the last minute. You didn’t want to chicken out so soon, you had already promised Jiro you'd be there, and she's super nervous about this party too. She had come up to you earlier this morning, something was clearly on her mind the way she looked down at her hands and feet, her mind seemed to be clouded. Jiro asked you if you were going to the party, at the time you weren't quite sure yet, but when she said she might not go because she was nervous you knew the two of you had to be each other's support buddy going in. Tonight you and Jiro would walk in that party together and stay as long as you possibly could. You knew that wasn’t all that was on her mind though, but you didn’t want to pressure her into telling you the real reason why she didn't want to go to the party. Even after you agreed to go with her, she still seemed uneasy. You stared at yourself in the mirror, the black tulle skirt cinched around your waist creating an hourglass effect on your body. You paired it with a black low-cut frilly blouse with a deep v only connected by strands tied into a bow, as well as long knee-high black and orange striped socks, with a black witch hat with an orange bow. You finished up the look with some orange eyeshadow, thick eyeliner, mascara, black matte lipstick, and tiny little eyeliner hearts on your cheekbones. As you stood back from your mirror you shook your head, trying hard to resist the urge to take a makeup wipe and just wipe it all off. Your thoughts began to spiral again, I can't do it, I can't go out to that party looking like this, no one can possibly make me go out now- A gentle ping brought you out of the spiral, your phone screen was alight with a single text notification.

Jiro: You ready? I'm a couple of minutes away from your place.

You started a couple of messages with "I'm not feeling good.", "I don't think I can go anymore.", and "My outfit got ruined at the dry cleaners.". You deleted your last message and threw the phone on your bed. Frustrated with yourself, you decided to grab your things and make your way downstairs before you could have a moment to change your mind. You tucked your things into your waistband as you shuffled down the steps of your home, dreading the moments that led up to going to the party. You thought maybe if you walked really quickly without thinking, your brain wouldn’t catch up to what you were doing and then you could go to the party. It was wishful thinking on your part because as soon as you went to grab your loafers your resolve began to crumble. Before you could chicken out, you pulled your phone out to message Jiro. If you sent a message implying you were going, then you had to go. Right?

Me: I'm heading out the door right now, I just need to put on my shoes.

You stepped into a pair of black platform loafers and laced them up, stuffing your phone in your handbag on its hook. The remainder of your belongings found their way into your bag, shouldering it on as you began to make for the door. As you opened up the door you were greeted by Jiro, who was preparing to ring the doorbell.

"Ope!" She muttered in surprise.

"Hey, Jiro!" You said with feigned enthusiasm and a sigh. "Ready to go?"

"Ready as I'll ever be," Jiro said, matching your energy.

Standing outside the Yaoyorozu Residence felt surreal. It doesn't matter how many times you had been invited over for study groups, tea parties, or just to hang out, you could never get used to being outside such a nice and huge home. You walked in with Jirou expecting everything to be quiet and calm with typical Halloween decorations. Instead, you found black lights mounted on the molding highlighting the neon decorations on the walls. Fake spider webs hang convincingly above in the space between the ceiling and the walls. Music was bumping from everywhere, including the formal sitting room. It looked like everyone from your year was there, and then some. The place was crowded with students from U.A. that you recognized. Your eyes did a quick survey of the land to see if I could find Izuku or Iida hanging around but didn't seem to find them immediately.

While you were distracted, Momo snuck up on you and Jirou who had also been admiring the decorations. Momo jumped up behind the two of you as you peeked into the parlor, screaming boo and slamming her hands on your back. The two of you jumped and turned to see the mischievous gleam in her eyes, she giggled and settled into a wide grin.

"(Y/N)! Jiro!" Momo beamed, "I'm so glad you two could make it!"

"I'm glad we could too!" Jiro feigned an excited tone, she still seemed a little anxious but about as equally excited.

"We have snacks and drinks in the kitchen, and more in the dining room. If you're looking for different kinds of drinks," Momo said slyly, shoving a thumb in the direction of the next room, "There's some in the living room."

"Uh, Momo, can you show me to the bathroom again?" Jiro asked, "Your home is so big I always forget where it's at."

"Of course!" Our gracious host exclaimed. The pair walked off together, leaving you alone at the entrance hall of Momo’s home.

You waded your way through the crowd and found yourself in the living room. Maybe some people I'd know would be there, I could think of a handful of people that would probably be drinking alcohol, You thought. As you made your way past a handful of familiar faces from other classes, you greeted them and swiftly moved on. You looked around the living room to find a majority of your classmates, including Izuku and Uraraka. Izuku was sitting on the arm of the couch trying to maintain his balance with an orange plastic cup in his hand. Uraraka sat opposite him in a loveseat, quietly sipping on her purple plastic cup while gazing at him with a sparkle in her eye. Katsuki was sprawled out on a wide plush armchair about the size of a loveseat sipping from his cup as Kirishima, sitting on the arm of his chair, talked to him loudly about who knows what. Kirishima looked up and over at you as you rushed towards them. Normally you wouldn't do anything like this, throwing yourself into the arms of a boy, but Katsuki was the only one you felt doing that kind of stuff with. The two of you were close-no, best friends. Obviously, you’d be comfortable goofing off with him. Kirishima jumped out of the way as you threw yourself and landed in Katsuki's lap. The impact of your body against his made him drop some of his drink on the two of you. You laughed as he looked down at you in his lap with a sneer.

"Hey, Kacchan!" You teased him with the pet name, as you fidgeted around to be in a more comfortable position. You were still in his lap with your legs dangling over the arm of the couch, so his face looked strange looking down on you the way he was. "Looks like you’ve been pretty thirsty."

"You owe me another one, asshole." Katsuki shook his head with a twinge of a smile. You smiled back and nodded.

"Absolutely, that only seems fair," You picked yourself up from his lap and got off the couch, leaving your palm out to him to pull him up with you, "Let's go get you that... What were you drinking?" You pulled your hand back and pulled the blouse to your nose trying to detect the beverage from the smell.

"It was just Fruit Punch," Katsuki said as you smelled the shirt. "It's in the kitchen, come on."

The two of you wadded through the crowd and found your way over to the kitchen. You grabbed a cup and poured the two of you some punch.

"So what are you supposed to be?" Katsuki asked, sipping on his drink as he eyed your outfit. His tongue and throat stung as the alcohol trailed down, between his last cup of juice and now someone had spiked the punch. Katsuki’s lips twitched at the sudden taste and thought to warn you until he remembered you dropped your juice on the two of you just moments before.

"I'm a witch, I just kind of threw it together last minute." You said, tugging on the edge of the skirt and flattening it back out. The edge of the cup teased your lips, but you drew it back down as you fiddled with your outfit. Katsuki drew a breath as he waited patiently for you to drink your beverage. "It was either that or maybe my hero costume, I thought that'd be funny."

"Your new one or the old one?" Katsuki leaned back against the counter, his arms crossing over his chest.

"Ah you do pay attention," You said with a smirk, "The new one, of course."

"I like that one a lot more than your first one," Katsuki said, his eyes flashing between you and the cup in your hand as it raised to your lips finally. "I think it's more, you, ya know?"

"I guess, yeah," You shrugged as you took a swig of the punch. You gagged as you swallowed the fruit punch, the beverage burning your throat as it went down. "Oh this is, someone did something to this."

Katsuki laughed at you as he took on another swig of the punch, "Yeah of course they did, it's a high school Halloween party. We may be growing up to be heroes but we got to have a little fun somewhere in there."

You shook your head and continued drinking the punch more slowly. "Anyways, have you seen Shoto?"

"Nah, not yet," Katsuki said, a twinge of annoyance in his voice. "I don't think he's going to show up though."

"Why's that?" You asked.

"I remember him mentioning something like his family only celebrates in the summer," Katsuki shrugged, "He probably doesn't celebrate, like, the American Halloween or whatever you want to call it."

"Oh," You said with a tinge of disappointment in your voice. The last half of the spiked punch went smoothly down as you chugged the remainder, "Well, looks like I'm empty."

You filled the cup up more than you should've and knocked back most of the punch before Katsuki could reach over and pull it back some. You stopped drinking and looked at him, not saying a word. You didn't want him to know how disappointed you were that Shoto wasn't there. You’ll see him at school this week but you wanted to talk to him about something.

"Hey, want to go back to the others? We were going to play truth or dare before you came storming in, screaming like a banshee." Katsuki said sarcastically.

"Yeah, let's go back," You rolled your eyes and gave him a smirk.

"So, Uraraka, Truth or Dare?" Mina said across from her on the big couch.

"Um, I'm going with dare." Uraraka said boldly, sitting up straight with a determined look in her eye.

"I dare you too..." Mina looked around the room, her eyes glistening once she spotted an untouched karaoke machine in the corner nearest to the fireplace. "I dare you to sing in front of everyone!"

"Oh-I-uh, don't know anymore, can I change to the truth?" Uraraka stuttered.

"Nope! You gotta sing in front of everyone!" Mina said, "Once you've picked that's it! Now go!"

Uraraka's eyes flashed around the group and landed on Izuku, the nervous look in her eyes only got worse. Quickly you stood up and made your way over to her, you couldn’t let her do it alone, especially when she looked scared to death.

"I'll do it with you, come on," You whispered low enough that only she could hear. "Don't worry if it's bad, he's going to love it anyways."

Uraraka's eyes locked into yours, she looked even more scared now. "How'd you kno-"

"It's a little obvious to everyone else," You eyed the circle of peers, "To him maybe not, but to be honest, and I don't know if I should tell you this or not, he used to have a little crush on you when we started this year."

Her cheeks turned red, but a smile grew on her face. The two of you made your way over to the karaoke machine and started searching for a song. The two of you settled on a pretty widely know older 80s pop song, one you hoped would appease the masses if all else went wrong. As the two of you sang your hearts out in the typical karaoke fashion, everyone laughed, clapped, and cheered you on. It wasn't bad singing, but it wasn't exactly good. You looked over to Katsuki who had a small grin on his face. You made an ugly face at him as you sang and he flicked you off with his free hand.

Once the song finished Uraraka and you joined your friends back on the couches. It was Uraraka's turn to ask a question, as her eyes flashed around everyone in the group she landed on you. Oh god, come on, please nothing stupid hard or embarassing. You thought. I just helped you.

"Akina," Uraraka said, "Truth or Dare?"

"Hum, Truth," I sighed, better than dare, what could she possibly ask me that would make me regret this?

"Is it true that you have a crush on Todoroki Shoto?" Uraraka said. You felt as if your head was burning up from the dozen eyes staring. Next to you Katsuki tensed up, his stomach lurching in anticipation for your answer. Surely everyone didn't already know I had a crush on him, right? Was it that obvious? You thought, looking up at everyone, then to Uraraka.

"Yes, it is," You sat back and crossed your arms over your chest.

"I knew it!" Mina shouted, she stood up abruptly, her cup raised and a finger pointed at you. She pulled her hand back in a tight fist against her chest, "I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!"

"Oh calm down," You rolled your eyes and Mina plopped back down in her seat, giggling to herself. You wanted desperately to move on from the embarassing question and began to look around at your group and found the next victim, Izuku, this could be good. "Izuku, Truth or Dare?"

"I-uhm," He said nervously looking around the room, "I thought I wasn't playing."

"Nope! You're sitting in the circle so you have to play!" Mina said. Izuku looked a little nervous but drank the rest of his punch and looked a little better.

"I choose dare." Izuku said finally.

"Alright, I dare you to kiss Uraraka." You said with no hesitation, a smirk growing on your lips.

Everyone began to laugh and cheer them on. Yoh could feel Uraraka's eyes burning holes in the back of your head, meanwhile Izuku just blushed and shrugged. He seemed a little more confident after drinking his punch, which is probably why he agreed to dare. Izuku stood up and made his way over to Uraraka, she didn't move as Izuku bent down and kissed her on the forehead. Everyone booed him as he turned and gave us a thumbs up.

"What? No!" You laughed at him, "Come on! I meant on the lips!"

"No, you said to kiss her," Izuku argued.

"Yeah, on the lips-"

"No, you didn't say where."

"Oh come on, just do it Izuku!" Mina intervened.

"Oh, no, no," He said waving his hands at us as if to dismiss us. Just then Uraraka stood up abruptly, she pushed Izuku's arms down and grabbed his cheek, turning his face to hers. Uraraka stood on her toes, bringing her face up to his for a kiss on the lips. As they pulled away most of the group all cheered and clapped. A shocked Izuku made his way back to his chair, his face red and eyes glossed over.

"Well looks like he's not going to be with us for a while." You said.

"Oh!" Mina raised her hand, "Can I ask a question in place of him!"

You shrugged and gestured for her to start.

"Okay, um," Her eyes landed on Sero who was sitting on the arm of the couch she sat in. "Sero, Truth or Dare?"

"Dare," His face broke out into a wide grin, his arms crossed over his puffed out chest.

"I dare you to order us pizza!" Mina said.

"What, no!" Sero's grin dropped, "Do you know how much that'll cost?"

"Okay fine, just," Mina looked around at us and counted on her fingers. "2 or 3 pizzas then."

"Fine," Sero rolled his eyes as he grabbed his wallet and phone out of his pocket.

It was well after midnight, that's when you knew that Shoto wasn't coming. Upset and frustrated, you found yourself drinking more and more. You danced with Izuku who was also about as drunk as you were, sang some with Momo and Mina, and grinded on Iida who was trying to push you off gently. Iida was the designated mom for the night, making sure that you all drank water and didn't do anything too stupid. At one point you recalled running off with Katsuki and Kirishima to the second story balcony to watch Kirishima throw himself off of it. Claiming something about being manly and tough for surviving such a drop.

You felt your stomach turn and your mouth salivate as bile began to tickle your throat. You looked up to Katsuki and sprinted towards the nearest restroom, his bellies feeling in concern as your face twisted. He followed you as you sprinted down the hall to the nearest bathroom, dropping to your knees with you as you stuck your head into the toilet bowl. Katsuki pulled your hair back and rubbed your back as the contents of your stomach made a swift exit.

When your stomach felt empty, you reached up and flushed the toilet, sitting back on your heels with hands clinging to the edge of the bowl. Katsuki sat back and looked at you, his eyes having never left you in the first place. You felt dizzy so he just looked like 2 people sitting against the wall. You held a hand out to him in an attempt to solidify him right in front of yourself. Katsuki grabbed your hand holding it close to himself, he felt surprisingly soft as he pulled you close to him. The two of you both sat there on your knees, your head resting on his shoulder and arms wrapped around his back in a loose hug. His chin rested on top of your head with his arms wrapped around waist.

"You're a good friend Katsuki," You said, your words slurred as they came out, "You've been there for me a lot, and I want to thank you for that."

"I wanted to talk to you about that actually," He said. He gripped your shoulders gently and holding you out, both of you sat back on the heels of your feet. There was a look in his eye that you didn't quite recognize, he looked hurt but unsure, and at the same time nervous.

"What is it?" You asked.

"I've never found a good way to tell you, (y/n)," Katsuki said, you nodded slowly trying to follow along with him. "I like you, like a lot."

"I-uhm, what do you mean? I don't understand?" You said, shaking your head side to side.

"I mean that I like you as more than a friend," He said, he brought up his hand to cup your cheek. You brushed his hand aside, stopping his affectionate touch. You didn't know what to think, for so long you thought of him only as a good friend and nothing more. The two of you had been so close for so long that you didn't know how to react to this. You stood up slowly on shaky legs. He began to stand with you but you put a hand out to stop him.

"I need a second alone, to think," You mumble and exited the bathroom to the hallway.

"(y/n), wait, let me-" Katsuki said.

"No, it's okay really," You interrupted, "I just need to sort through some things in my head, okay?"

You made your way out of the restroom and found the nearest bedroom. Opening up the door and flipping on the lights to reveal Momo and someone else kissing in her bed. You didn’t realize you walked right up to her bedroom door on instinct. As you began to step back the other person on her bed turned to face the door. Momo and Jiro were kissing. Oh my god. Oh shit. What do I do? Do I back away and say nothing? Do I stay? What's the protocol? You thought frantically.

You stepped back, turned the lights off, then shut the door behind yourself. Your back found the solid wall next to the door, feet sliding against the hardwood as you slid down the wall. Lost in your train of thought, you didn't notice Momo and Jiro had stepped out. They squatted down in front of you, a hand on a shoulder and a knee. A worried glance passed between the two, and you knew what they were going to say.

"I won't tell, I promise," You said, you felt more sober now than you did coming in. "I know neither of you are really out to anyone, so I'll just keep this to myself."

"Thank you," Jiro sighed.

"Thank you, (y/n)," Momo said, "We're just worried how everyone will take it, you know? We don't want to lose any friends over this."

"Why would you say something like that?" Your face scrunched up in confusion, "If you lose friends over something like this then they were not your friends to begin with."

"I think we're also just worried about you-know-who asking too many questions," Jiro added, referring to a certain grape-headed young man.

"Oh, yeah," You muttered, "I can see that now. I promise I won't tell a soul though."

"Thank you, seriously," Jiro smiled. A thought clicked in your head as she did.

"Wait, is this why you were nervous about tonight?" I gasped, "Were you two going to, you know? Oh my god!"

"No! No, no!" Jiro waved me off, "I was nervous because I was going to tell Momo how I felt for the first time."

"Ooh," You said, understanding the situation finally. It only made you think of Katsuki though, sitting alone in the restroom just down the hall. Jiro and Momo exchanged a look when your face dropped and head hung low.

"Hey, are you okay, (y/n)?" Momo asked.

"That seems to be your catchphrase," You mumbled as you picked at the end of your skirt, she had said it too many times to count by now. "Katsuki said he liked me, like, asmore than a friend."

"I know that, what'd you say?" Jiro said.

"Wait, what do you mean you know?" You whispered harshly, afraid he’d overhear the conversation from the restroom.

"Like, I know that he likes you." Jiro said, "It's pretty obvious, the only other person he's as nice to, other than you, is Kirishima."

"Leave her alone," Momo said, nudging her side. "She obviously didn't know."

"Well, no, I think I had thought that maybe he did." You said slowly, "But then I started spending a lot more time with Shoto. What should I do?"

"Men always make a mess of things, don't they?" Jiro said, nudging Momo with her elbow.

"Why would you say that to her?" Momo nudged her back with a harsh look in her eyesdi, "Look, Akina, you do what you feel is right in your heart. I don't want to force my opinion on you, but Katsuki has obviously liked you for a long time."

You simply nodded and stared down at your feet, "I think it's best I go home now," You stood up slowly, "I'll see you guys at school, okay?"

"Text us when you get home, okay?" Momo asked.

"Of course," You said, giving her a kind smile, "Thanks for the party."

As you began making your way toward the stairs, you saw Katsuki step out of the bathroom. Your eyes locked momentarily before turning your gaze. At the top of the steps you hesitated, his eyes never leaving your body.

“Kacchan,” you said softly, staring down the stairs. “Can you take me home?”

You held out a hand to him, the look on your face was uncertain but the smile you had was soft and sweet. Katsuki walked over to you and looped an arm around yours, his warmth radiating against your side.

“Yeah, let’s go home.”

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Chapter 23: Moving Day

A/N: This chapter contains suggestive imagery. Also sorry for being super late, my month has been crazy weird. We're going to U.A. this next chapter, so stick around to see how that goes.

Katsuki may have been more excited for you to have your own place than you did, he even helped you unpack your things. He watched you as he opened a box, your hair falling in your eyes and your lip tucked in as you focused on your work. You were trying to get the frame on the wall to be straight, but no matter how many times you shifted it, the poster always seemed to be crooked. You dig in your box of useful tools hoping that something would help. As you rummaged, Katsuki looped behind you and removed the frame to see that you had been attaching the flat hook to the lip of the frame rather than the bracket or thin wire provided.

“(Y/N)…” Katsuki sighed. You hummed at the sound of your name, still rummaging through the box. “Hammy,” He called for you once again. You turned to see him holding the poster to his chest and pointing at the two ways to hold the frame, “This is how you hang it, dumbass.”

“What do you mean? I hung it on the bracket, why the hell did you remove it? I was just about to fix it,” holding up a roll of tape.

“I took it off 'cause you can’t hang a damn poster without my help,” He took the wire and dangled it on the flat hook the nail kept on the wall.

“I can too asshole.” You huff and watch as he easily hangs the poster and adjusts it to make it straight. He steps back next to you with arms folded over his chest, a cocky smile plastered on his face.

“See-“ he’s cut off by the punch you land on his shoulder. He chuckles lightheartedly and rubs the spot.

“I could have figured that out easily,” You grumbled.

“I guess having the 2nd best overall grades isn’t much if you need #1’s help with hanging a poster.”

“Are you forgetting I beat you in Chem?” You stuck out your tongue and looped around him to the mirror propped against the wall.

“That’s only because you had to study outside of class for your quirk,” he snapped.

“So you admit that I’m better?” You hammered the nail into the wall where you wanted the mirror, adjusting the hook as needed.

“At chemistry,” Katsuki rolled his eyes as he bent over to pick the mirror off the floor.

“I’ll take it,” you shrug, and step back. Katsuki put the mirror on the hook and stepped back with you, throwing an arm casually over your shoulder. You looped an arm around his back, pulling him close to your side.

Katsuki’s touch was more comfortable to you now. When the two of you first started dating it was still hard for you to wrap your mind around the fact that the snarky asshole you had kept at a distance was actually sweet and caring. His touch had felt strange at first in a subtle way but now he was more tame. It was weird to use that word in this context but it was the best way you could describe his attitude change when it came to you. Fortunately, he didn’t change how much of a smart ass he was, a key factor behind why you liked him.

“This feels…” Katsuki searched for the right word in his mind.

“Domestic,” You provided. Looking over to him you could see the red in his cheeks as a look of disbelief spread across his face.

“I am not domesticated!” He scoffed.

“I didn’t say domesticated,” You retort.

Before you could explain yourself, Katsuki primed his fingers and aimed for your sides. His fingers expertly poked and prodded at your sides as you tried to swing them off, cackling with fits of laughter as he tickled you. His attack was relentless and you did the only thing you could think of with the minimum oxygen getting to your brain. Run. With a final sweep of your hand to smack Katsuki’s own, you were able to retreat to your bedroom with Katsuki in pursuit right behind you. Before you could turn to shut the door, he closed the distance in a few quick strides. You backed up quickly to avoid getting caught and hit the back of your foot against the mattress sitting on the floor. You tripped over the soft surface and fell back on the naked mattress, Katsuki took the opportunity to straddle your hips and attack from above. He barely gave you any time to breathe before he hopped on top, as he towered over you the only thing you thought could help you now was to plead. With closed eyes, you struggle between breaths to place your palms together and croak out please, once you did though you could feel Katsuki’s weight shift above you. As you slowly opened your eyes your breathing returned to normal. Katsuki still straddled your hips when you looked up, his chest heaving from his own fits of laughter and a smile plastered on his face.

“Little shit,” You smirked and punched his side softly.

Katsuki breathed an airy laugh and held the spot you punched him as he rolled off of you.

The apartment your grandparents found you was nicer than you expected. The building was only accessible by the main entrance, except from emergency exits of course, and had a doorman most hours of the day. A call box was situated in the mail room, the only publicly accessible space, and a set of locked glass doors separated the two rooms unless activated by a tenant. The space itself was comfortable for one, a small genkan area with a shoe cupboard and a shelf alcove above it, a toilet space with a large sink surface, and a wide tub in the bathroom. Your bedroom was even larger than your parents’ back home, albeit more empty than theirs. Though the bed you found yourself on took up a decent amount of space. Spreading your arms across the width of the bed you were hardly able to touch either side of the large squishy surface. When the news was official, your father allowed you a small budget to help decorate your apartment which you promptly sunk into a nicer bed and sheets. Your grandparents had even offered a few pieces of furniture from a hotel they were refurbishing, so the apartment was set with plush modern pieces. Thankful was what you felt for the generosity of your grandparents and father's aid, but you still couldn’t feel quite comfortable in the place you’d call home.

“Your place is pretty close to campus,” Katsuki’s voice brought you out of your thoughts. His tone was suggestive as he continued, “Maybe I’ll spend the night sometime.”

“Oh?” You turned to face him, his head propped up in his hand as he stretched across the length of the bed. “Pray tell, what exactly would we do during these little sleepovers?”

“Well, I was thinking,” Katsuki sighed softly as he drew closer to you and slid a hand across the expanse of your stomach to rest. Skin crawling at the anticipation of another tickling attack. When you realize none would commence you welcome the arm sliding under your neck. Katsuki’s arm lay under your head, bringing the warmth of his body close to you. “We could do some of this,” He leaned over and brushed your lips gently. A rush of heat spread from your chest as he peppered your cheek with kisses, leaving a trail to your neck. As he approached the sensitive skin you could feel the tension in your groin grow, longing to be touched the way you read in so many fan-fiction’s. “And maybe some of this,” A soft moan escaped your lips as he pressed softly against your neck, Katsuki took that as a cue to continue. His teeth nipped at your lobes, and as your breathing began to grow heavier he moved a hand up to cup your breast then moved his lips down to your collarbone. Just as his hand began to squeeze, the jarring chime of your cell phone broke the hot and heavy atmosphere. Katsuki wasn’t phased, his hand still pawing at your tits and clawing your hair as his lips left subtle bruises against your chest. You slipped the phone out of your pocket quickly, the caller ID showing your grandparents were calling from their home phone.

“I got to take this,” Your voice was deep and breathy as Katsuki continued. The debate in your mind to tell him to stop was short-lived before you decided that the conversation wouldn’t be very long if you had any say in the matter. As you answered the phone, Katsuki smoothly pivoted himself to hold you between his legs again. His body bent down as he slid hands under your shirt to raise it and pepper your abdomen with kisses, his breath tickled your skin making you squirm between his legs. “Hello? Hi,” You say as best as you can, “I just got finished moving around some boxes, sorry if I sound out of breath.”

“Oh, don’t worry dear,” Your grandmother’s sweet voice over the phone would kill most people’s moods but yours was still going strong as Katsuki’s hands moved to your back to unclasp your bra. “This won’t be long, I just wanted to see if we could catch dinner this week.”

“This week?” You look down to see dazzling rubies flutter at you innocently as a hand stretches the bra against your body. The clasp was undone but the straps stayed in place under your shirt. Katsuki’s hand slipped under the restraint and rubbed the pebble buried underneath tenderly. “I start classes this week, but I’m sure we can meet sometime after I’ve gotten my schedule figured out.”

“Well I was hoping to see you Friday, I’m sure you can work that out since you won’t be in school the next few days after that.” You could tell by the tone of her voice she wouldn’t leave you alone until you decided on a day to meet her for dinner, though you really just wanted to keep feeling Katsuki’s hands run up and down your skin.

“Yeah,” Your voice breathy as teeth grazed your sides.

“I’ll write that down then, Friday at 7 pm. Be at the Aux Crieurs de Vin in Toyohashi, please wear something formal and be on time. Please call again soon, goodbye!” The line went dead as she finished her sentence. She seemed rushed near the end but you couldn’t bother with thinking about her quick call when a hand reached around your waist and squeezed your ass. You tossed the phone onto the floor and stripped your shirt and bra off in one quick movement, leaving your chest exposed.

Katsuki followed your lead and even went as far as rolling off of you to strip out of his pants. You mimicked his movements and stopped to stare at the plain cotton panties on your hips. He sensed your hesitation and began to sit up slowly, a hand touching your arm gently.

“We don't have to if you don’t want to,” There was a twinge of worry in his voice as he spoke, not sure if he had pressured you into something you didn’t want to do in the first place.

“N-no, no,” You stutter and shook your head, “It’s not that, it’s just... I feel like maybe we should take this slowly.”

“I can get behind that,” Katsuki scooted closer to you and reached a hand across you to pull his shirt over your chest.

“Maybe we can just look at each other, ya know, naked,” You suggested, pulling the shirt back off of you.

Katsuki hummed curiously as he watched you unceremoniously leap up and drop your panties. He sat up on his knees and took you in, every inch of exposed skin beginning to ingrain itself into his memory. You waved a hand at him suggesting it was his turn.

“Alright, alright,” Katsuki felt more embarrassed this way somehow, he knew either way you’d see him naked but being observed naked was different.

Katsuki stretched the underwear past his member and let them fall much like yours did. You studied the curve of his arms and legs as they ran into his torso, his chest was wider than you expected. Katsuki’s pecks led to a fairly thin waist and strong legs. His engorged appendage was even a little larger than you had expected. You’d only seen one penis in real life, it had supposedly been average, but you didn’t have anything to compare at the time. It was strange observing someone’s physical features so closely, but it made you feel more comfortable in the presence of his nakedness. You walked across the room to pull a blanket from a box, one of many your father sent along, and lay on top of the naked mattress. Katsuki followed your lead and slipped under the blanket with you, his arm being your pillow once more as he pulled you close. Your eyebrows shot up in surprise as his member prodded your side. His hips shot back at the touch of your body.

“Sorry,” He muttered, “It’ll go away, just give me some time.”

“No worries,” You said, scooting back into his body. No longer surprised by the stiff company between you. Before long sleep had found you in the comfort of Katsuki’s arms.

It was different waking up to someone in your arms, for one it was entirely too hot. You ripped off the sweaty blanket and spun around on your butt to slap bare feet against the cool wooden floor. The early spring morning shone pale pink and orange hues into the barren bedroom. You turned to see Katsuki rolling over on his side, still fast asleep even as the sun began to peak. You leaned over and ran a hand through his hair affectionately, making him stir in his sleep.

“Mom, stop, just 5 more minutes.” Katsuki gently whacked your hand away from him and turned to roll his back in your direction.

You stifle a laugh and stood to make your way to the bathroom. It was early for a bath so you elected to take a quick shower to rinse the sweat and grime from your body. Once you finished, you clambered out of the bathroom looking frantically for your robe. With a hand across your chest, you wandered from box to box trying to find the robe. When you made it to the bedroom Katsuki sat on the bed with crossed legs looking at his phone, the robe you were looking for gently draped over him.

“I’ve been looking for that,” You whine.

“Well, you found it,” Katsuki spread his arms wide, the robe pulling away to show his exposed body. Your eyes flashed down at his flacid penis out of morbid curiosity. What you saw was not what you had expected it to look like. What was an innocent peak at his junk turned into a full stare, leading Katsuki to wrap the robe around him tight as he could.

“Hey, don’t look that hard,” Blush colored Katsuki’s cheeks as he followed your line of sight.

“Sorry!” You pivoted and turned to your closet to hide the stifled chuckle, rummaging through drawers for underwear.

“It’s not that interesting, I can assure you,” Katsuki shuffled around behind you.

“What do you wanna do today?” You asked as you pulled up your jeans, “We have one more day of freedom before school starts, maybe we can go out?”

“Do you wanna go out?” Katsuki slipped his shirt over his head and made his way over to you.

“Maaaybe,” You said in a sing-song voice, then an idea popped up in your mind. “Or we can watch the Star Wars series!” You turned to see his hesitant smile, Katsuki’s eyes already glazed over at the thought of sitting through 6 long movies. “Or we can go out, it’s still early so we can figure it out over breakfast.”

“We have to go grocery shopping first, I don’t think you had anything in the fridge.” Katsuki pointed out as he made his way out to the kitchen.

“No, there shouldn’t be at least,” You slipped on your shirt and followed him. When he opened the fridge it was as bare as expected.

“Well first task of the day: acquire groceries,” He said, promptly shutting the fridge. Katsuki’s phone rang from where it sat on the kitchen counter alongside his keys. He picked it up to see his mother’s caller ID, making him grimace. “I forgot to tell her I was staying out. She’s going to be mad for so many reasons…”

“I’ll let you take that then,” You said, retreating to the bedroom once more.

While you sorted through your belongings, Katsuki paced in the kitchen as he spoke to his mother. Or rather he bit his tongue as she chided him.

“You could’ve texted at least!” Mitsuki exclaimed on the other line, “I hope you didn’t do anything you’ll regret in the future-“

“Mom!” Katsuki whispered harshly.

“I’m just saying,” Mitsuki went on, “A lot of young couples have some happy little accidents that they have to raise.”

“Nothing happened, I can assure you.” Katsuki huffed irritably, “We unpacked her things and I fell asleep here, that’s all.”

“Okay,” She said in a sing-song voice, “If you say so. Just get home soon, we have lunch with your grandparents today. Remember?”

“Right,” Katsuki winced and looked back at your bedroom door where you were shuffling through your things and putting them away. “I’ll be home soon then.”

“Love you, I’ll see you in a bit,” Mitsuki blew a kiss before the line ended.

Katsuki shoved his things in his pockets and knocked on your door gently. You were unfolding a box to be recycled and setting it in a small stack on the floor. At the sound of him shuffling in you looked up from your task.

“Looks like I got to head home,” Katsuki said, the look of annoyance on his face told you he’d rather not. “I got to get ready for lunch with my grandparents.”

“Oh, okay,” You were a bit disappointed to see him go so soon but you understood, “Tell your family I said hello, and that I’m sorry for stealing you all night.”

“I’ll be back soon, maybe I can come after school tomorrow before going home?” Katsuki suggested.

“Sounds like a plan,” You smiled and wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him into a tight hug. He kissed your head and held your hand as the two of you walked to the front door. Katsuki quickly shoved his shoes on and gave you another quick kiss before leaving.

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ngl I might just give yall less than 3000 words of some soft smut

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I made the amazing decision to see Jonas Brothers last night with a friend, but that means I don’t have a chapter ready today. Will be released no later than Wednesday though, gimme some time. Meanwhile here’s some pics of Joe Jonas 😍🥰

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Chapter 22: The Todoroki Clan

A/N: This chapter contains depictions of suicidal ideation and mentions familial abuse.

Todoroki Shoto is an unhappy young man. Ever since he was born he had great expectations lobbed on his shoulders, the future of the Todoroki family rested with him despite being the 3rd son. The dreams and expectations thrown at him became a weight too great to bear. He had enough. He wanted out. How was he supposed to express that without feeling guilty for letting his family down? His father, the #2 Hero in Japan: Endeavor, would instill the ideology that honor and responsibility were noble things that the men of their family held high even in tough times. Shoto hardly felt that his father was a great shining example of this ideology. In Shoto’s late teens, rapidly approaching adulthood, he began to wonder if he truly would just be a product of his father's molding. If all he would amount to was to be the #1 hero, toppling All Might the symbol of Peace. It was an honorable goal, but Shoto felt helpless when it came to making his own decisions because somebody else held his future in their hands.

The feeling was exhaustive, to say the least. Leading him to consider an alternative solution to his problems. A singular answer that would end his troubles. Shoto would kill himself. He had many scenarios planned ahead of time, options for an easy quick suicide so he could finally be free. All of the plans in his head worked perfectly, and there he was trying the easiest option. Shoto simply had to step out onto the tracks and let the train do the work. The gates had been out of order, he thought, Surely this must be the universe’s sign. His sister’s voice had sounded muffled to him, her words not quite reaching him. Shoto hummed in response which seemed to satisfy her needs. Shoto could not seem to focus on anything past his knuckles, as if an invisible barrier kept him experiencing life as it happened just a foot away from him. Don’t misread this as he could not see, but his mind could not comprehend anything outside of his comfort zone. He had finally had enough of feeling the way he did all the time and attempted to end it all then and there. He didn’t plan for you though, everything in his mind worked just as it should, except you weren’t supposed to be there.

From the moment Todoroki Shoto met you, he couldn’t help but analyze every pore, study your mannerisms, and seek your greatest weaknesses. Shoto’s resentment for his father grew over time, it was a dull feeling of hatred and the contrasting sharp ache of anxiety most days. You were different though. His feelings of hatred towards you were as hot as Endeavor flames, something he felt deep in his core. Even your uncertain smile made his skin burn. Shoto knew deep down that his feelings towards you were uncomplicated by his attempted suicide, that he felt he truly did loath you with every fiber of his being. His strong emotions were only fanned further when his father sat him down to talk about his behavior.

“This is completely unacceptable,” Todoroki Enji muttered seemingly to himself, though still loud enough that his other children present in the room could hear. Enji turned to face Shoto, his knees pressed tightly together as he sat on the tatami. Shoto’s body was hunched over itself, hands on knees, as he awaited his chiding. “Do you understand how much weighs on you? Now you go and do something reckless like this?” Enji huffed and paced the room, his massive figure filling up Shoto’s vision as he looked up at his father through a layer of bangs. As much as Shoto wanted to respond in a sarcastic tone, he knew better than to answer his father’s rhetorical questions. Enji paused his pacing to turn to Fuyumi, just behind Shoto on her knees. “You said there was no one else there right?”

“Yes sir,” Fuyumi nodded, “Just us and the girl that saved him.”

“Right,” Enji scoffed, his amusement at the situation came out of the fact his supposedly strongest offspring was saved by a random girl.

“He’s probably just doing this for attention,” Todoroki Natsuo sneered and rolled his eyes.

“Natsuo!” Fuyumi turned on her brother, smacking his crossed arms with the back of her hand. “This isn’t funny, Shoto’s sick.”

“I’m not sick,” The young man finally spoke, his voice thick in his throat as he talked.

“Yeah, right,” Natsuo stood to leave, muttering on his way out of the room. “As if he doesn’t get enough attention as is.”

Fuyumi flashed Natsuo the best angry eyes she could, though her soft feminine face couldn’t express the emotion properly. Her lips turned pouty as her brother slammed the door open and left.

“Enough of this,” Enji sighed heavily, his index and thumb pinching the space between his brows. “I’d like us all to thank this young woman, you’ve exchanged contact information, right?”

“Yes sir,” Fuyumi nodded, reaching to pull out her phone. “Invite her over for dinner this Friday, we’ll thank her properly.” Enji turned to Shoto now, “Fuyumi, you can leave. There’s something I need to discuss with Shoto privately.”

Here it comes, Shoto thought, He’s going to lay it on thick by the sound of it. Accompanying many of Enji’s famous talks with Shoto came beatings, something he was scared to share outside of his family. Natsuo understood Shoto’s pain, having shared the same talks with his father many times before. Shoto, however, had been put on a pedestal by their father. Punishments would be more severe for the youngest Todoroki. Shoto sat on his knees, waiting for the sharp pain of his father’s fist as the sliding door shut tight behind Fuyumi. When it never came, Shoto opened his eyes to see his father kneeling to sit on the floor with Shoto. His back went stiff as he watched Todoroki Enji flex his fist open and close in his lap.

“You’re getting up in age,” Enji started, “Already 18 and heading off to college…”

Shoto didn’t want to interrupt his father's long annoying pauses despite how desperately he wanted to run off to his room.

“Soon after you graduate we’ll arrange for marriage proposals, if you’re not already married by then that is,” A lump began to form in the young man's throat, suffocating against the overbearing feeling of fear. “Between now and then I’ve arranged the matchmaker to bring forth suitable candidates. You’ll meet, date for a bit, and move on if the match isn’t favorable. The matchmaker will be here tomorrow at noon to discuss this in further detail. I’ve been hearing from the staff that you’ve been getting lazy and oversleeping during the break, be up and ready before then.”

At that, Todoroki Enji stood to his full height and excused himself, closing the door behind himself. Shoto’s fist clenched at his thighs rhythmically as he tried to take deep breaths. Shoto’s life was no longer his, he had no control over what he got to do. The tunnel vision started to get the better of him, his vision narrowing to the loose thread on his sock. Tears began to well along with the screams in his chest. Getting accepted to U.A. College based on recommendations he didn’t even turn in was the straw that broke his back. As soon as Shoto got the news he’d been accepted he knew that his useless planning would finally be of use to him. However, now he had to start finding a suitable wife, likely according to his father's standards. Then eventually Shoto would probably have to have children with the poor woman that his father chooses. All of this just so Enji could complete some lifelong goal that he couldn’t reach with his power alone. The thought of it all made Shoto feel sick to his stomach.

Shoto’s breath hitched as the silent sob began to overtake his body, he leaned forward with his head in his hands. The physical act of crying stiffened his back and arms into place and even strained his throat. He learned early on that if his father heard him cry, Shoto would either be hurt or bullied by his father and brother. So he mastered silent crying, where the loudest sound he’d make was his tears landing. Shoto’s fingers began to crawl around his opposite arms in a cross, holding himself tight as the sobs started to lighten. Shoto wiped his eyes and stood on shaky legs. Unevenly at first, he made it to his room without being seen. He’d hate if any of the house workers of his family saw how puffy his eyes were. In the safety of his room at last, Shoto crawled onto the futon after his long day and there he stayed in a fetal position crying until sleep found him.

The Todoroki clan was no stranger to Matchmakers, Enji had met with one to meet his wife, Fuyumi had been working with one for a year or so now, and even Natsuo was being pestered by his sister to see one. What it meant for Shoto was different than his siblings though, they would find someone they could truly love and live their life at their own pace together. Shoto would have to bond and procreate immediately upon marriage. He found the practice of arranged marriages unsavory, and dated, but who wanted his opinion? The matchmaker began to grow irate with Shoto’s attitude as they worked through their “getting to know you” portion of the session, they found his personality lacking. Though the matchmaker was confident they could find someone suitable enough to shoulder the uncomfortable silences she’d likely experience with Shoto as her husband.

“So we have an initial pool of candidates, all ranging in personalities as well as family background.” The matchmaker put a leather portfolio on Shoto’s left, and another on his right, “And this is a pool of candidates your father hand-picked himself. I had a hand on a few as well.”

“You give me these as if I have a choice,” Shoto grumbled, picking up the portfolio his father picked. He began to flip through it as the matchmaker continued. Each of the girls had something in common. Shoto noticed that their familial backgrounds were particularly wealthy. There was a mix of different quirks listed as well, though many of them were element-related. The upsetting thought of dating a distant cousin crossed his mind, he dismissed it before it got too out of hand.

“You do have a choice, it’s your future wife after all!” They said entirely too cheerfully, Shoto winced at the sound of their agitating voice.

“Sure,” Shoto rolled his eyes and threw down the portfolio, it's leather slapping against the wooden table with a sharp crack. “We’ll set a date with each and their parents next week.”

“Each of them, sir?” The matchmaker was surprised Shoto even accepted a portfolio, fully expecting to not have to do any work until summoned again by Endeavor. They held up the second leather-bound folio to Shoto. “Did you not want to take a look at this portfolio as well?”

“No. Set a date with each of these girls,” Shoto was curt as he tapped a finger against his “Endeavor approved” list of potential wives. With every question the matchmaker had, Shoto felt like screaming out in frustration. To avoid losing his composure he had to keep his answers quick and short. This question however nearly made him crack. Shoto stood to his feet, hoping to leave. “Is that all you need me for?”

“Yes,” The matchmaker’s face twitched into a fake smile, his teeth gritting against each other as his lips pulled around them, and bowed his head at the young man, “Thank you for your cooperation.”

The family plate on the clay wall that wrapped around a traditional Japanese estate confirmed that you had made it to the right home. “Todoroki” it read in polished brass. Next to the plate was the main entrance, a pair of dark wooden doors. You knocked with the door knocker rings that hung low enough to grab, as soon as you let go of the ring the door sprang open. On the other side an older gentleman opened a door, he bowed at your presence and shut the door behind you. It felt strange being in such a high-class neighborhood once more. Having been raised in a family with a comfortable income, it was hard to see the necessity behind servants. Though it was cool to have the doors open that quick, you thought.

“Mrs. Hamamoto?” The man inquired. You hummed and nodded, giving him a soft nervous smile. He held out a hand, directing you down a flat stone path. “Right this way, ma’am.”

“Thank you,” You trailed him down the couple-meter path to the front door. He slid it open and welcomed you inside. After slipping off your loafers you followed the gentleman deeper into the estate, a gentle breeze ruffled through your hair as you began to walk down a hall with its outside-facing doors wide open. A rock garden sat in the center, rolling off into a koi garden just beyond that. You lost yourself staring off at the risk of running into something, which you nearly did. You caught yourself before running into your guide who was stopping to open the door you found yourselves at. You jumped back out of his way, allowing him to reach past you, and slid open the door. He held out his hand, welcoming you in. In the dining room, you found yourself face to face with Fuyumi and an unfamiliar white-haired young man. Fuyumi’s eyes shined brightly at the sight of your face, she shot up onto her knees and raised herself to greet you with a clumsy hug.

“I’m so excited you’re here!” Fuyumi beamed. It was strange for you to accept her fawning over you in person, through texting over the past few days you had gotten used to it. With a set of friends that always tried to hype you up, it was easy to get used to the overbearing sweetness.

“Did you miss me that much?” You chuckled as she let you go at last.

“I’m just excited for you to meet the rest of the family!” Fuyumi climbed back down to her seat and gestured for you to sit next to her. She gestured to her brother across from her, “This is my brother Todoroki Natsuo, he’s wrapping up his studies at Uni here soon.” She beamed proudly at him, Natsuo gave you a ‘hey’ with a two-finger wave which you reciprocated, “When my father gets here he wants to apologize formally, but don’t stress too much, the feeling will pass.”

“The feeling?” You cocked an eyebrow, shifting nervously on the cushion next to her, “What-“

Your voice was cut off by the sound of the sliding door slamming close. You looked up to see Todoroki Shoto, with new bags under his eyes, giving you and his siblings a leering eye. His clothes were clean but a bit wrinkled where he struggled to put them on. A button had been skipped towards his abdomen, leaving a small shaded hole over his stomach. Almost as messy as the day I picked him up, you thought. Perhaps the thought was too dark, but you chuckled to yourself, prompting Shoto to sneer and talk finally.

“What’s so funny?” He spat as he sat down on the cushion across from you. You had a moment of pity for the boy, you understood that right now for whatever reason his life was in a tough spot. Resulting in him wanting to end it all and start over. On the other hand, he never thanked you and gave you cold glances frequently. As much as you want to deny it, you had been thinking for days about ways to pick on the boy who kept looking like he wanted to fight you. As pity began to win your heart, your mouth said what you were truly thinking.

“You look worse than the day I met you,” You blurted out. Nervous at the siblings' surprised glances between the two of you, you let out an airy laugh to try and ease the tension.

“I’m worse because I met you,” Shoto retorted as he caught your gaze sweeping over his shirt. You couldn’t see now that he was seated, but you saw how his hands fiddled with his shirt below the table.

“Shoto!” Fuyumi chided, “That’s not very nice.”

“She wasn’t very nice in the first place,” Shoto grumbled.

“At least she was dressed correctly and on time for dinner,” Fuyumi rolled her eyes at him.

“Fuyumi,” Natsuo interjected, “I don’t see how a minute constitutes as late. He lives here.”

“Exactly, so he should be on time, if not early, to dinner.” Fuyumi rebutted.

“Whatever,” Natsuo sighed, waving a hand to dismiss the conversation.

As Natsuo propped his elbow on the table with his head in hand, you could hear and feel the heavy footfall of someone quite large. Natsuo sensed it too and stood up straight quickly, Shoto fumbled with tucking his shirttail into his pants. You wondered if you needed to fix your appearance as well, but figured it was too late as the heavy footfall stopped at the door. The Todoroki siblings stood, you followed their lead and bowed as they did. You listened as the door slid open and shut, allowing the unseen man to enter. You noticed Fuyumi shifted out of her stance and stood up straight to greet her father, you picked your head up to see a bright red-haired man with flecks of gray that seemed to age him. His shoulders were wide, much like his head, and muscular, his body was so large it seemed to take up your vision entirely. He struck you as familiar, but it wasn't until you were reminded of flames across a similar face did you realize who stood in front of you. Todoroki Enji, otherwise known as the #2 Pro Hero in Japan: Endeavor. A fire of your own lit in your chest as old feelings of loss and anger flushed throughout your body. It was because of the man standing in front of you that your mother died. His carelessness in battle made it hard to cremate her body, he took no responsibility for her death. You should’ve let the boy die, the darkest part of your mind whispered. Your eyes flashed between Endeavor and Shoto, the difference between the two men was extreme. Shoto was tall but not quite as bulky as his father, even his face was delicate compared to the block that sat on Endeavor’s shoulders. Natsuo looked most like his father, much of their bulkiness filling out in the same places. As Fuyumi followed her father’s lead to take a seat, you remained standing above the Torodoroki family. Every fiber of your being was screaming at you to tell off this stranger you had met only now. Though as the seconds drew out it felt hard to exhibit the emotions you wanted to get across. You fell into a deeper bow to hide the grimace cracking across your face.

“My name is Hamamoto (Y/N),” You finally managed to unclench your teeth to speak without showing your true emotions. “Thank you for inviting me to share a meal with your family.”

“Welcome, Miss. Hamamoto,” Todoroki Enji’s voice was deep, the rumbling cadence leaving behind reverberations in your chest. Any semblance of fire in your chest died out at the sound of Enji’s voice. “Please, have a seat.”

You thanked Enji politely and sat on your cushion once more, Fuyumi nudging you with a sweet smile as you tucked in your legs. Before conversation ensued, a flurry of plates found themselves on the table in front of you. The phantom of the servant's moves had barely left your sight when you heard the clasps of hands around you. The Todoroki family, bowed their heads to say their thanks. The speed at which the servants set the table and the family said their thanks was impressive. Clumsily you follow behind, hoping your joining in the last minute would go unnoticed. Enji held a hand out to the table as Natsuo began to reach for something across the table.

“Before we dig in, I want to say a special thank you,” You and Enji met each others eyes for the first time, a spark of recognition turned the gears in his mind as he spoke. “To Miss. Hamamoto, I thank you for the bravery you showed when saving my son from a reckless decision.” Shoto, with his head down and clenched fists in his lap, smacked his teeth quietly. “Shoto, is there something you’d like to say to this young lady?”

“Thank you,” Shoto surprised you by meeting your gaze, piercing cold eyes aligning with yours. Though his tone was flat and not at all grateful, you noted. “Thank you for saving me from my stupid decision.”

“Yes, thank you,” Enji gave Shoto a wary look before landing back on you. “Now, let’s dig in.”

Natsuo who looked like he tuned out the majority of the conversation came alive at the sound of his father's words. As you and the family began to dig in, Enji believed it was a good time to get to know you better. He had seen your portfolio among the candidates from the matchmaker but didn’t see anything noteworthy on your profile.

“So, Miss. Hamamoto, you’re college-age, what university are you attending?” Enji popped a serving of rice in his mouth.

“I’m attending U.A., I start my first year next week actually.” You replied.

“Shoto’s going to U.A. too!” Fuyumi chirped, looking happily between the two of you. Shoto’s sour demeanor worsened at the thought of attending the same university as you.

“So, you’re going for, what, a civil liberties or psychology major?” Natsuo guessed.

“No, Criminal Justice, actually.” You said, sipping from your glass.

“I’m sure your parents must be proud of you,” Fuyumi beamed, “It’s a big achievement to get into that course. Just asked Shoto, he’s gotten in as well.”

“Oh?” You looked over to see Shoto shoveling food into his mouth with a fiery look behind his eyes. He only stopped to drink, meeting your stare accidentally as he tipped the cup up.

“Shoto has the combined powers of his mother and myself,” Enji explained, “Half Ice and Half Fire, in his body alone, were our quirks able to manifest in him equally.”

“Kinda like me, I guess,” You looked down at your palms. Upon further processing, you realized that maybe your quirks weren’t quite so equal. Though they worked in tandem pretty nicely, you couldn’t call them equal. “Well, not so equal, I suppose.”

“I’m sure your quirk is nothing to scoff at, what can you do?” Fuyumi asked as the family watched the conversation while eating dinner. Even Shoto was mildly amused by the conversation.

“Thermal Manipulation,” A surprised glance came from Enji pointed in your direction as he remembered your file saying Hydrokinesis. “My mother’s quirk mutated with my father’s hydrokinesis.”

“So you can...?” Fuyumi pressed.

“I can manipulate the temperature of water at the molecular level,” You said, “If the item contains the molecule H2O, I can find it and change its temperature and flow.”

You drew out water from your glass, letting it hover over the cup as you froze it without touching the water. Enji leaned forward as he watched the ice start to melt slowly at first, then all at once into the cup. He knew at that moment that not only was he lied to by the matchmaker and your grandparents, but he had found his prime candidate to be Shoto’s wife.

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Chapter 21: Peculiar Siblings

TW: Depictions of attempted suicide.

Also the Shibuya Incident GIF, sorry.

Between you and Katsuki, he had far less back-to-school shopping than you did. Granted you had a new apartment to furnish as well. Realistically you could’ve gone without a new pencil case or bag, but you justified it as a ‘new college look’ to Katsuki. When you told him this, he just shook his head with a charming slanted smile. When it was time to head back home you passed a few more shops that you hoped to see again on the way out of the area. Katsuki’s hand was warm and rough against your palm, fingers entwined loosely as you came up to a shop window to view a coat on display. You admired the wooden buttons that were stacked along the edge of the red peacoat. It reminded you of a coat your mother wore when you were younger, she had since donated the coat but you felt like you were looking up at it now. You had been absentmindedly rubbing a thumb over Katsuki’s hand, he only noticed when you stopped the longer you stared at the coat. Katsuki was quick-witted when it came to making jokes or picking on you, the way you looked up at the mannequin gave him pause.

“You okay?” Katsuki was able to recognize the far-off glassy look in your eyes. He didn’t feel right making a jab at you for looking at clothes when something was lingering on your mind. When Katsuki had picked you up to head to the station he could see the thoughts bouncing in your head. You covered your reeling mind well, he noticed, something he silently hoped he could ease. “You’ve been looking at this coat for a hot sec.”

“My mom,” You finally choked out, the solid mass that was your grief sitting in your chest like a shot put ball. “She used to have a coat just like this one.”

“I think I remember it,” Katsuki vaguely recalled a winter memory.

“Really?” You turned to look at him in surprise. Katsuki’s eyes pinched shut as he scratched his head as he recalled the details from his point of view.

“I remember going to the shrine on New Year's with my family when we were about 5,” Katsuki said. “We had run into your family on the way out, at that point I don’t think we were friends anymore, so you were pretty upset when you saw me. I can’t forget you though,” His body began to feel warm inside his coat, sweat starting to turn his skin clammy. “You were wearing a pink puffy jacket with white fur on the hood, and a pair of green overalls underneath. You had little pink hair ties with plastic butterfly clips on a set of pigtails I used to pull on all the time.”

“Let’s be glad you got past that phase,” You chuckled bashfully, your cheeks and ears highlighting in bright pink. Your conjoined palms began to get uncomfortable to hold with the sweat accumulating in them. You retracted your hand quickly to wipe on your coat before holding your hand back out for him to grab.

“Who said I was?” Katsuki with a sly smile reached out to tug softly on a few strands of hair.

“Hey!” You smiled playfully and smacked his arm with your newly free hand. The two of you shared a laugh before your eyes landed back on the mannequin.

“You weren't lying when you said that you had a crush on me for a long time,” The thought of having to live up to those expectations began to fill your stomach with uneasy doubt. Katsuki had liked you much longer than you had him, so what happens if you don’t fulfill his expectations? Are you going to be a bad girlfriend if you didn’t like him as much and as long as he did? Are you going to be enough?

No, the voice in the back of your mind rang. Your breath caught at the sound of your voice reverberated back to you in a deeper tone. You’re not going to be enough. I don’t know how he’s happy with someone like you after what you’ve done to Haru. Poor boy must’ve been horrified of you.

“Why would I lie to you?” You turned to see Katsuki give you a soft smile, his voice pulling you out of your head. He nodded his head towards the mannequin in the window, “You wanna get it don’t you?”

“I do, but maybe not today,” You looped your arm under his and tugged him along the sidewalk toward the station.

“Okay, well, maybe we’ll come back tomorrow then?” He suggested.

“Maybe, certainly not tonight, it’s already getting late and I need to get to the restaurant for my mom's stuff.”

“Right, I almost forgot. Are you sure you don’t want me to tag along? I know you can take care of yourself, but…” His voice trailed. It wasn’t doubt or distrust in his tone, just concern, which you read loud and clear.

“No, that’s okay, thank you though Katsuki,” You rubbed his shoulder reassuringly. “This is something I want to do on my own.”

You came to a stop just around the corner from the bus stop you needed to take, sliding a hand down the smooth expanse of Katsuki’s arm to hold his hand again.

“Well, get home safe, okay?” Katsuki squeezed your hand as you began to back away, only connected by fingertips. As your hands lost each other's touch your arm swung back to your side. You gave him a sweet smile and a nod before turning to make it to your stop. You only look back to see him still standing on the street corner. You waved back at him, prompting him to wave and turn on his heels to leave.

The ride to the restaurant your mother used to work at was short, only getting off after a few stops. When you arrived, dinner service was beginning to wind down making it a perfect opportunity to follow the hostess to the office. Her things along with yours were packed and folded neatly in a cardboard box. You lifted the lid to see a spare chef’s coat along with a small box you knew to contain extra tools. Apart from other documents or items you were digging to find her knife set. As you picked up your clothes you could feel that they were heftier than they should be. The hostess watched impatiently as you unfurled the carrying case to reveal each of her knives carefully strapped into place. You wrapped them back up and slipped the case back into the box, satisfied that you had everything you needed you were led out back to the front. You held the box close to your person as you made your way to the nearest station, unsure if professional knife thieves existed or not. From what you understood, the knives in your mother's kit were very expensive. Some individual pieces cost more than 30,000 yen, a single knife could be worth more than you spent on school supplies. You relaxed as you entered the subway station, making a beeline for the line schedule. A glance at the nearest clock told you that there would be one final train soon on the line you needed to take. Lucky me, you thought as you approached the yellow line in front of the gate. A sign hung on the post, Under Reconstruction, Please Excuse Our Mess. Each of the gates that typically closed off the rail was wide open and had a sign attached. There must’ve been some accident recently if they haven’t fixed these yet, you thought.

As you stood alone in the station you couldn’t help but recall your insecurities from earlier. Katsuki admitted he had liked you for a long time, yet you had only begun to soften your heart to him recently. Am I leading him on?

“Do you want something from the vending machine?” You overheard a soft feminine voice say not too far away from you. Out of the corner of your eyes, you could see a woman much shorter than you walking away from a white-haired young man. His head hung low, staring at the floor between his shopping bags.

You faced your attention back to the rail, noticing the far-off glow of the train's headlights. What if this doesn’t work out because of me? You adjust the boxes and bags in your hand, hoping to avoid hitting off-boarding passengers. It would make the most sense after all. If I don’t meet his expectations he could just leave me. A thump of a bag hitting the ground broke you out of your stupor. In your hands were all of your shopping bags, so you didn’t know what could’ve made that noise until you decided to locate the source. You looked over to your left at the sound of shoes slapping against the ground to see the white-haired young man sprinting toward the gate, lifting off into the air as he jumped near the edge. Your mind connected the dots at a slower pace than your body did, before you had even realized fully why the young man was dropping his bags and running you had dropped your own. His feet crunched against the gravel as he landed on the tracks, turning his head to see the bright yellowing lights approach him rapidly. You instinctively created a rope out of the water, solidifying it as ice once it wrapped around him, and pulled on his body with as much force as you could without throwing him. He struggled against the hold you had on him, but as he approached the edge of the platform you reached under his pits and yanked him back up in time for the train to come barreling in. The young man flung himself off of you, huffing aggressively as he sat back on his knees. You sat back on your hands with your knees pulled up, taking in the young man a little better as he faced you. An old scar stretched across his forehead to his cheekbone, a single turquoise eye contrasting brightly against the red hair that dangled over half his face. From the angle you saw him earlier you could only see his right side, snowy white hair, and grey eyes. Now as he sat in front of you, there was very obviously a line that separated the two sides of him. His piercing eyes never left you, even as the young woman you saw earlier beside him came back. In her hands were clenched the drinks she promised before, a worried and horrified look plastered her face as she looked between you and her sibling.

“Oh my god, Shoto,” The woman dropped their drinks and fell to her knees with tears in her eyes, her arms stretched around Shoto’s shoulders and held him tight. All the while he never broke his glare at you. Uncomfortable by his glare, you stood, prompting him to move with you. The young woman holding on to him didn’t let go even as you all stood to your full height. “What were you thinking? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Fuyumi,” He grumbled, breaking eye contact with you and turning to his sister. As his eyes left you, you felt a sense of relief wash over you. It was strange how the hold of a simple gaze could leave you.

“Obviously not, you tried to-” Fuyumi broke out into tears, fat droplets rolling down her cheeks. She tucked her head into Shoto’s shoulder as she sobbed. The way the young man had glared at you made you feel dissatisfied despite having saved a life. Normally a hero would feel good, at least that’s what you thought. Yet here he was, giving you no thanks or praise for having pulled him away from death. The ice looped around his sides began to shift, you approached cautiously and pointed down at his coat where the ice began to leave droplets.

“I can get that for you, if you’d like,” You held a hand up gently as Fuyumi distanced herself some from Shoto, willing the ice to slip into liquid form. You brought it towards yourself and flung it towards the train tracks. You double-take at the sight of the empty platform. “The train.” You muttered as you turned your head fully, “I missed my train.”

“You would’ve missed it either way, what do you know,” Shoto’s sarcastic tone took you by surprise. He was right but you knew better than to agree in front of the frantic company.

“Shoto!” Fuyumi whined, “Don’t joke like that!”

“Whatever,” He bent over to pick up the cans Fuyumi had dropped.

“Not whatever!” Fuyumi was on the brink of tears again, “What if you had actually died.”

“One can dream,” He muttered. You slowly made your way back to your bags as the two continued their very loud private conversation. Turning to see the station, no one but the three of you were around. The box and bags you carried had tilted over, spilling their contents across the ground. You crouched low and began to repack the bags as the siblings resumed their conversation.

“Shoto!”

“What?!” He matched her tone unexpectedly, her face exhibiting shock at first then frustration.

“You know I have to tell Dad, right?” Fuyumi said in a flat tone now, less sweet and fluffy than she was just a moment before.

“Don’t tell Dad,” Shoto pleaded.

“Either way he’s going to find out when we call for a ride,” Fuyumi said, “That was the last train.”

Shoto smacked his teeth as he shook his head, not wanting to meet Fuyumi’s eyes. As he avoided her gaze he noticed you picking yourself back up with your belongings. Fuyumi followed his line of sight to see your back turned to the two of them.

“Oh, right,” Fuyumi approached slowly, her hand waving in your peripheral catching your attention. You turned to see her hands clasped together tightly as she fell into a deep bow. You stood awkwardly with your belongings in your arms. “Thank you so much for saving my little brother.” Her fingers reached back and snapped to point him down. Shoto rolled his eyes as he followed her instruction, giving you a short but deep bow. “Let us give you a ride home, it’s the least we could do after what you did.”

“Oh, I couldn’t,” You said as the death glare made your spine grow cold. Shoto’s eyes narrowed as he locked back on to you, his glare being the only reason you’d rather walk through the arctic tundra or swallow a hundred hot coals than be anywhere near the young man’s piercing eyes. What is with this guy?

“Please, I insist,” Fuyumi approached you quickly and grabbed onto the box in your hands. Your heart hammered against your chest as you lost grip on the sides.

“No!” You shouted, Fuyumi’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. Suddenly you felt sorry for having reacted so negatively and wanted to ease the hurt behind her eyes. “Sorry, yes to the ride, but no to the box. I’d rather carry this one myself, there’s some important items in here.”

“Oh,” Fuyumi’s voice was soft, despite the harsh behavior you just exhibited. She gave you an awkward smile and reached for the shopping bags in your hand instead, “I can take this for you then.”

“Sorry,” You muttered so low you were unsure if she even heard you. You released your hold on the bags, letting them slip into her hands.

“I’ll call a car to pick us up, then we can take you home.” Fuyumi began to dig in her pocket for her phone when she jumped at a thought running across her mind. “I apologize, I failed to introduce ourselves. My name is Todoroki Fuyumi, and this is my brother Todoroki Shoto.”

“Hamamoto (y/n),” You gave her a Curt bow with your head and a soft smile, “It's nice to meet you.”

Fuyumi smiled and went back to fishing her phone out of her pocket, finding her contact quickly. When asked you gave her your address so that you could be dropped off first. As she began to walk towards the stairs, you fell behind her with Shoto lingering just behind you. You couldn’t feel the icy glare but his mood was almost palpable in the air around him. Something other than his mood bothered you though, the name the siblings shared was familiar but you couldn’t remember why.

The three of you waited just outside the entrance of the subway station, patiently waiting for the cab Fuyumi had requested to arrive. The siblings silently sipped on their beverages, surprisingly enough Shoto had opted for a strawberry milk which you found odd considering the cold and calculating demeanor he let off. Fuyumi hummed excitedly as she finished her can.

“There it is,” Fuyumi pointed at a black sedan with a silver grill approaching.

The windows were tinted so dark you weren’t sure if you could see in or out of it, you could hardly tell if there was even a driver. Fuyumi grabbed Shoto’s can and tossed it in a recycling bin just outside the entrance. He approached the car as it slowed to a stop, signaling the driver to open the trunk. Shoto lifted the back and tossed in the bags he had in his hands, turning his back to you as he walked around to the street side door. You carefully placed the box in the trunk and helped Fuyumi with your bags. She climbed into the front seat after closing the trunk, leaving you to sit in the back with her grumpy sibling. Shoto with legs crossed and elbow propped on the door held his head up to look out the window, avoiding talking or even looking at you. Fuyumi on the other hand had her body half turned in her seat nearly the whole ride.

“So you were shopping nearby?” Fuyumi asked.

“Not too far out, I was picking up that box nearby, I don’t usually take this train,” Unless I’m going home from seeing my mom, you thought.

“It must be something pretty special, you seemed quite protective over it.”

“It has some of my mother's stuff in it,” You felt yourself pulling away from the conversation as the emotional weights began to return.

“Like what?” Fuyumi added. “If you don’t mind me asking, of course.”

“Can it, Fuyumi,” Shoto grumbled.

“What a sourpuss,” Fuyumi turned to face the front again. A few seconds pass by before Fuyumi passes you her phone, the display showing her note’s app. Typed in the first line was your name spelled incorrectly and a simple question What’s your number? You took her phone and corrected your name before typing in her answer, tapping the back of her hand with the device. Fuyumi took back her phone and whispered an apology before typing away on her phone. A moment later you felt the buzzing in your pocket, and pulled your phone out to see that Fuyumi messaged you a simple Hello! You were about to text her back after receiving the message when the driver announced that you were arriving. You climbed out of the vehicle and made your way around the back of the car, Fuyumi joined you and shut the trunk after you retrieved your items. Fuyumi had gotten Shoto to get out of the car, but his back was turned to you as you stood at the gate to your yard. He leaned against the edge of the door, half in and out of the vehicle.

“I have to say thank you again, Miss. Hamamoto,” Fuyumi bowed, a wistful tear in her eye.

“Don’t worry about it,” You shrugged her off.

“I promise, we’ll repay you somehow,” Fuyumi nearly cried again.

“Please, you don’t have to go through all that trouble-”

“I promise!” Fuyumi waved goodbye as she stepped into the car, leaving her with the last word.

The car drove off, leaving you behind to wonder about the Todoroki siblings.

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Chapter 20: A Tsukishima New Years

“76 points,” At the sound of your father's voice, your eyes shot open to see a pair of equally frightened red eyes. You pulled away to see Hamamoto Akira standing in the opening between the hall and the living room. His face and voice were an unreadable mix of displeasure, pride, and confusion.

“Father-” He held a hand up to stop you from speaking further, eyes shut tight and teeth gritted against each other as he fought back the urge to grill the young man in front of him. You swear you could almost see the vein in his forehead thrum and pulse with each heartbeat.

“I want the boy and that bottle gone in 30 seconds or less,” Akira said, eyes still shut tight. “Starting now.”

Katsuki huffed as he stood, grabbing the sake and video puck off the table before moving towards your father. He smacked his tongue against his teeth and sneered as he walked past him.

“I saw that look,” Akira said in a low threatening voice that only Katsuki could hear as he passed.

For a moment Katsuki considered the possibility that if he fought Hamamoto Akira, he could win. The moment lasted until he remembered Akira was at one point the #5 Hero in Japan, whereas he could hardly call himself a college nobody. Katsuki shoved his shoes back on and quickly left before your father could turn on him for sticking around too long. As the door clicked shut, your father opened his eyes again to see you sitting cross-legged staring at the dead puck on the table.

“76 points is impressive,” Akira sighed as he entered the living room, crossing over to the couch you had your back flat against. Your fingers fidgeted with the end of your shirt, rolling the hem back and forth anxiously. Akira found his way to the couch, you could see the way his crisp black pants stretched against his knees and crinkled as he crossed his legs. Your heart hammered away in your ears as you awaited the punishment or the chiding you’d get, but it never came. Akira cleared his throat as he straightened his tie, fiddling the end of it much like how you did with your shirt. “I think when I got admitted I only mustered up 52 total points, I must’ve been maybe 12th overall. Impressed my folks enough to let me officially register for classes.”

“Grandma and grandpa didn’t want you to go?” You turned to face your father, emotions switching from anxiety to curiosity.

“No, they wanted me to attend Shiketsu.” Akira shook his head as he spoke, he met your gaze as he told the story. “It’s where all the men in the family went, I had all the leverage to get in. I’d have been automatically accepted just because the family was a frequent donor and had many alumni.”

“Why didn’t you go then? It would’ve been easy to follow your dream and get into a great school.” You picked yourself up and switched to sitting on the plush couch, tucking your legs underneath and leaning against the back of the chair.

“I was the middle child of three boys, the second son. At no point in my mind had it occurred to me that I’d run the family business, that the agency my father had started would be mine. So I thought of taking a leap of faith. Choosing U.A. for me meant I would have no safety net to fall back on should something go wrong. The family shamed me for a long time but once I graduated they welcomed me back with hesitant arms. Not until my brother died after getting involved with the wrong type of people did they have to accept me fully. It’s strange really, what one little decision like which school you go to can change the taste in someone else's mouth. I wanted to make sure to raise you that way, to not change the way you feel about someone based on one little thing. I have to say though, I’m not very good at following that rule myself either.” He met your eyes again with a lovingly stern look. “I’m not going to get on to you about the alcohol, just don’t make underage drinking a habit. I am going to get on to you about having a young man over when you’re alone. I understand you can take care of yourself but I still worry about you, you’re my only child. You can see why I would want the best for you.”

“I understand,” You nodded slowly, relieved to hear your father say he wasn’t mad at you.

“On the topic of wanting the best for you...” He trailed. Your head tilted at the tone he used. “I have to ask, Bakugo Katsuki? Really?”

“Dad!” You groaned, a bright red blush flushing over your face.

“You should see your face,” He chuckled and pointed with another hand over his stomach. You grabbed a pillow and hid the bottom half of your face from him, your words muffled as you grumbled about your father. “I just thought you were more into the dorkier types, like, uh... Oh, right! Ri-Me-Midoriya! That kid that used to come around to the house a lot when you were in grade school. He used to love talking about hero stuff with me then. I wonder what happened to that kid.”

“Right!” You sat up straight and looked around at the table and floor for your phone, “He applied to U.A. too, I wonder if he got in. I saw him just before we went in for exams.”

“I thought that boy was quirkless?” Akira raised a quizzical brow.

“Late bloomer is what he said.” You felt the rigid outline of the device in your pocket and fished it out to send a quick text Izuku’s way. “He should’ve gotten his exam results in by now, he’s probably out celebrating with his mom if he did get in.”

“Speaking of celebrating,” Akira stood up to his full height, brushing the crinkles around his pants. “We should see the Bakugo’s about celebrating together. Mitsuki will be more than happy for a couple of reasons.”

A ‘forgotten’ cake sent you and Katsuki on your latest Mitsuki-sponsored adventure. When the news was official about not only your budding relationship with Katsuki, but your acceptance to U.A. College as well, Mitsuki decided to order a cake for a small celebration across both families. Conveniently enough it was not only a bakery within walking distance, but it was also ‘forgotten’. For a housewife, she sure does forget to get a lot of things you’d think she’d have time for. You thought to yourself sarcastically. Though you were griping about Mituski’s ‘forgetfulness’ in your mind, you couldn’t help but also thank her for the alone time. Katsuki gently rubbed his thumb over yours, his palms warm and sweaty even in the cool winter air.

“So I was thinking,” Katsuki’s voice caught your attention, pulling you out of your thoughts. You hummed, letting him know you were listening, “We should do some school shopping soon, now that we’re officially in and all. We can make it a date, maybe grab dinner before and walk around the plaza for a bit?”

“I have to go pick up my mother’s things from the restaurant,” You tapped your chin as you visualized the schedule in your mind. “Maybe we can go next week, and I can grab her things on the way back home.”

“You guys still haven’t gone back there yet?” Katsuki asked.

“Dad has been finding it hard to, he doesn’t say it but I can see it.” You sighed softly, “I think I can do it though, I mean they’re just things right?”

“Yeah, but they were her things,” Katsuki pointed out, “Because it’s hers, it makes it special.”

“I guess so, huh?” Your resolve began to fade, unsure if you could get her things now that Katsuki put it in perspective for you.

“I can go with you if you want,” Katsuki suggested.

“We’re going on a date, of course you’ll be there, silly,” You were confused by his phrasing, but he chuckled and waved you off.

“No, I meant like to go pick her things up.” Katsuki smiled, “I can go with you if it’s too hard.”

“I think I can do it,” You shrugged, “We’ll see when we get there, yeah?”

“Okay,” Katsuki squeeze your hand.

“Thank you, Katsuki,” You squeezed back, giving him a soft smile before swinging your joined hands. He groaned with a smile plastered on his face, but he didn’t stop you. You loved seeing this side of him, his smiles and laughs reserved for you only.

“I can’t believe I’ve liked you this whole time,” He feigned a frown but gave in to a sweet laugh.

“What do you mean by that?” You teased at his sides.

“I’ve liked you since grade school at least,” Katsuki shrugged a shoulder nonchalantly.

“Nah, can’t have been that long,” You waved him off.

“No, I’m serious, I really-”

“Kacchan, (Y/N)!” The two of you were met at the corner of the block by Midoriya Izuku, his famously messy hair notably messier. He was dressed head to toe in athletic gear, sweat dripping down his cheeks as if he’d been running for miles. Izuku’s eyes landed on your hands clasped together and something deep in your mind told you to release Katsuki’s hand. Instinctively you followed the command, looking bashfully at the space past Izuku’s head. Katsuki frowned at the sight of the young man, but it deepened when you let go of his hand.

“What do you want, nerd?” Katsuki grumbled.

“N-nothing,” Izuku stuttered, “I was just saying your names, that’s all.”

“Keep my name out of your damn mouth, understood?” Without awaiting his reply, Katsuki crashed his shoulder into Izuku’s as he walked past him and across the street. Leaving you with your mouth gaped open in surprise, unsure of how he could flip his attitude so quickly at just the sight of Izuku.

“Understood,” Izuku muttered meekly.

“I’m sorry about him,” You gave Izuku a crooked smile, “Congratulations on the exams though, I’ve wanted to call or visit since you told me the good news.”

“Right!” Izuku’s attitude perked up, “Thank you, and congratulations to you as well. I guess for multiple reasons,” He jammed a thumb back in the direction of Katsuki, the young man entering the bakery on the next block alone.

“Yes, uhm, thank you,” You gave him an uncertain smile as the thoughts you had swimming in your subconscious came to the forefront of your mind. Is it weird that I’m dating his bully? Izuku and I haven’t always been best friends, but we’ve known each other for a long time. “I hope that it’s not that awkward.” You blurted out after a brief lull in the conversation. Izuku waved his hands fervently and shook his head.

“No, not at all,” He said, “Why would you say that?”

“I don’t know,” You shrugged and looked down at the space between your shoes, instantly regretting having said anything at all. “It’s just, you know, we’ve all known each other for a long time and Kacchan still isn’t the kindest person in the world. I guess a part of me feels guilty for liking him so much when I know he’s inflicted a lot of pain on others.”

“You shouldn’t feel guilty about that at all,” Izuku was unexpectedly sweet, especially since the conversation was about his bully. As you remembered it though, you never heard Izuku speak negatively about Katsuki. “I think if he makes you feel good about yourself and makes you happy in his actions, then you’ve made the right choice.”

“I guess you’re right,” You picked your head back up to meet Izuku’s eyes, the knot in your stomach loosening. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Katsuki exit the bakery and make his way over to you slowly.

“I think the two of you are kind of perfect for each other now that I thought about it more.” A pensive hand touching his chin.

“What do you mean by that?” You asked.

“Well, above all Kacchan admires strength and wit,” Izuku gave you a sweet smile, “You have both!”

“I guess he does, huh?” You chuckled and looked over to the young man across the street, the cake box balanced delicately in his hands. “Well, looks like he’s back. He’ll probably yell at you to scram or something.”

“Yeah, that’s Kacchan for ya!” Izuku gave you another one of his signature toothy grins and began to jog away.

“Scram nerd!” Katsuki yelled after Izuku, well on his way across the street.

“How uninspired,” You sighed and rolled your eyes at him, a look of disbelief plastered on his face. You turned and started walking without him.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Katsuki shouted after you.

The Tsukishima’s had kept their distance from your family for a long time, always keeping an eye on their daughter from afar. Now that she passed on, their focus fell on you. Ever since her passing, you wondered if you’d ever hear from them again. To your surprise, they reached out after Christmas to invite you and your father to their New Year's celebration. Your father accepted the invitation to not appear rude, but as you both stared at the hardwood gates he would feel regret. A smooth clay wall surrounded the manor with a pillar separating every couple of feet, you noticed a simple black lantern sat on top of each one as it wrapped around the expanse of the estate. The view of the house was blocked by knobby pine trees and great clusters of bamboo, each ginkgo tree that followed along the gravel road had lost its leaves but you could tell in the spring they would canopy overhead. Your father pulled his head back from the window as he announced their arrival in the speaker box, the great wooden gates pulled back and allowed the car to enter. As you drove down the driveway you couldn’t help but feel self-conscious about your appearance. Your grandmother might’ve poked at how improper you may have acted sometimes, but to her memory, you reminded her of her daughter. Your grandparents were never in your life before, so you wondered what made you start feeling this now. The need to impress and follow orders, look good, and say the right things at the right time. You began to grow nervous as the car looped around a large fountain in their courtyard, an intricate stone pattern traced the way around the fountain and small paths branched to meet the main home and what seemed to be a garage. Your father stopped most of the way around the circle and parked, allowing you time to get out of the car and take in the greater details of the home.

The Tsukishima home was traditionally Japanese in design, though much grander in height and presentation than typical Japanese homes. You wondered if the family had bought an old samurai home and managed the upkeep of the property for historical purposes. On either side of the front entrance red panda statues sat with their paws neatly tucked next to each other. At the side of the home, you could see a small building with a glass roof that didn’t match what you took as traditional. Presumably a greenhouse, though the chilly overcast sky would provide no warmth or light in such a room. You followed your father up the stone steps to the front door, a magnificent dark wood inlaid with iron accents. With every inhale you could feel yourself grow more nervous, worrying the outfit you wore would not be to your grandmother's taste, or that maybe you laid your makeup on too thick. At the sound of the doorbell, an older gentleman in a simple black and white suit opened the door, his weary face perking into a smile at the sight of guests.

“Welcome,” He motioned a gloved hand to welcome the two of you inside, “The Hammamoto’s I presume?”

“Yes, thank you. Mr.?” Your father fished for the man's name as the two of you entered the genkan, an area that rivaled the size of your old bedroom space in the apartment. The two of you slipped off your shoes and tucked them neatly into an available cubby.

“Suzuhara, now this way please sir,” Mr. Suzuhara let his hand show you in the direction of the hall that leads directly out of the foyer.

The two of you slipped on your guest shoes and followed closely behind. Mr. Suzuhara led you down a hall lined on either side with closed glass doors, you assumed this area to be an open walkway in the spring and summer times with weather permitting. As you walked down the hall you began to hear light conversation through the thin walls, the voice becoming louder and clearer as you turned a corner and stopped at a sliding door. Mr. Suzuhara pulled it back and bowed towards the Tsukishima’s, all sitting criss-crossed on pillows or zaisu’s.

“The Hamamoto’s have arrived,” Mr. Suzuhara only rose at the sound of Tsukishima Gendo’s voice.

“Thank you, Suzuhara,” Gendo began to rise, his family followed him and rose to their feet as well.

“The cook wishes for me to inform you that snacks will be served in 10 minutes, with cocktails to accompany. Dinner will be ready in 1 hour.” Suzuhara retreated as Gendo dismissed him.

“Very well, that’s all we’ll need from you today if you want to take your leave Suzuhara.” Gendo nodded his head in the man's direction.

“Thank you, sir,” Suzuhara bowed again to the family in the room and once to you and your father before retreating down the hallway you didn’t explore.

“So the Hamamotos have finally joined us!” Tsukishima Kenzo clapped his hand against your father’s shoulder, pulling him into a firm hug with a smile on his face. The remainder of the family stood and turned to face your arrival. On Tsukishima Junta’s left was a woman nearly the same age as him, and on his right was a boy no older than 10 who looked fortunately most like his mother. You recognized your grandparents and uncle, though to his side was a woman with an unfamiliar face. Akira bowed politely, and you followed suit, standing straight up only when he did. You gave your uncle an awkward hug as he looped back to you, not yet comfortable with contact from someone who was still a stranger to you.

“Thank you for coming,” He whispered in a low voice so that no one could hear but you, “it means a lot to them.”

You looked over to see your grandparents still standing, your grandfather's stern flat lips contradicted the wide grin your grandmother showed. Matching her smile, you give them a small bow before making your way to a pair of sitting pillows next to your father.

“Glad you could make it,” Tsukishima Junta said as you and your father tucked your legs underneath yourselves, “Let me introduce you to my family,” He patted the boy's back, startled by the impact, his eyes grew wide. “This is my boy, Ijichi, and my wife, Hori,” He gave her hand a squeeze paired with a small smile. She returned the affection and bowed her head in your direction.

“Lovely to finally meet you,” Hori said.

“And this is my wife, Kyoko.” Tsukishima Kenzo had his arm around his wife, rubbing her far shoulder affectionately.

“It’s so nice to meet you all,” You beamed, excited to have a cousin most of all. Your eyes flitted over to the kid fidgeting in his spot, with hands tugging at the end of his clothes and fiddling with his buttons. He gave you a sneer as you met each other's eyes before returning to his buttons. Now less enthusiastic about your new family member, you turned your attention back to your older family.

“We were just talking about how you got into U.A., Mom brought it up, so we got on about our college days.” Kenzo said, a kind smile wrinkling his eyes, “Congratulations by the way, that must be very exciting for you.”

“Thank you, yes it is,” You nodded bashfully, “To be honest I’m quite terrified.”

“I’m sure you are,” Junta laughed light-heartedly, “After all this is an elite university that specializes in hero work. I’m sure seeing all those meatheads lugging around their huge egos is going to be intimidating.”

His words weighed heavily on your chest as you realized that your Uncle Junta wasn’t particularly fond of hero work. Unbeknownst to you, many of his recent campaigns have failed to start up again because of his stance on certain regulations for hero support items.

“Actually,” You looked around the room uncertainly as they locked on to you, “I’m going into the Criminal Justice program myself. I’m attending to become a pro-hero.”

“Oh,” Junta’s eyebrows drew close, his voice almost sounding disappointed more than surprised.

“I don't think it’s a very good idea for a young lady to have to take up such a job by herself.” Junko sighed as she looked you up and down, you could feel her eyes analyzing and taking you in fully as you sat there unsure if you should keep talking to defend your passion. You bit your tongue to avoid talking and further upsetting your grandmother.

“Well, she’s not alone,” your father's voice jolted you out of your emotional stew. “I’m here to support her, and she’ll have classmates and staff to help. Hell,” He looked at you and rubbed your shoulder, “Even her boyfriend got in.”

“Dad!” Your skin prickled and burned as your family looked at you in your embarrassed state.

“She was #2 in overall freshman standings,” His comments now pointed at your grandmother who held a flat tight smile. “I think she’s going to do just fine, don’t you, mother?”

“More than fine,” Kenzo exclaimed, “That’s fantastic (y/n)!”

Between Kenzo’s family of two and the remainder of the Tsukishima’s, they seemed the only ones to seem overwhelmingly impressed. Your grandparents showed hints of a smile that seemed feigned, your uncle and his family remained still as they awaited your grandparents' reactions.

“I’m sure you’re very proud of (y/n),” Kyoko directed at Akira, “I know it’s quite a feat to attend such a prestigious school.”

“I am, but more importantly she should be proud of herself,” Akira rubbed your shoulder gently now, more affectionately. “She’s worked hard to get here, and it’s starting to pay off.””

You nodded firmly and gave your uncle a wavering smile, your eyes darting between him and your grandparents as they shifted uncomfortably in their seats. Before your grandmother could speak what was very obviously on her mind, a young man in a simple purple and white happi belted at his waist with a white strap. He bowed deeply and announced appetizers.

“Please, follow me to the garden for appetizers and cocktails,” He picked himself back up and turned to lead the family out. Everyone rose to their feet and crossed the hall, following the escort down the gravel path into a great yard full of native vegetation. The area was surrounded by a mix of glass and wooden sliding doors, with a heated gazebo in the center. A koi pond formed a U-shape around the platform, its edge neatly trimmed and lined with smooth rocks. Everyone scattered around the gazebo to look over the side at the fish or chat amongst themselves. Your grandparents shared a brief conversation, keeping an eye on you as you picked a strange cracker with caviar on top from a server carrying a tray.

“The direction she chose isn’t exactly favorable,” Gendo grumbled.

“Well, there’s nothing we can do about that now,” Junko sighed, “We should still present the gift to her, we’ve already paid for it. Besides, all we’re trying to do is marry her off, her major doesn’t matter if we get it done fast.” “It matters if she dies,” Gendo scoffed, rolling his eyes as he crossed his arms.

“I doubt that school has frequent student deaths, it would be all over the news if it did. U. A. College would be shut down if something like that happened on their watch.” Junko retorted. She glanced over at you again, a fresh glass of champagne with diced strawberries sinking to the bottom. “It’ll work out according to plan, so long as we seem approachable and kind. Kids these days are so soft they only react to a tender hand. Just look at her father, doting over her as if she did something remarkable like save someone from the brink of death.”

“Calm, Junko,” Gendo said in a hushed voice, eyeing the family members around them to see if they had overheard the old lady’s rant.

“I’m calm,” Her tone was softer than it had been just a moment before. “Call for her.”

“(Y/N), won’t you come over here?” Gendo waved a hand towards himself as you approached. He took that hand and clapped it against your shoulder, your body heaving at the weight of his blocky fingers. Junko feigned a soft smile, but you could see through the thin veil. You didn’t know what to think of your grandparents sometimes, they could be so wishy-washy when it came to you. Though you knew your grandmother was always hiding something behind the facade she put up.

“Yes, grandfather?” You asked as you anxiously rolled the stem of the glass in your fingertips.

“Your grandmother and I have a special present we’d like to give you,” Gendo looked between you and your father lingering behind. He approached slowly, listening at a distance.

“As a congratulations for your admittance to U.A. College, we’ve arranged to have an apartment rented out close to the school for you.” Junko said, “We hope you can keep focused on your studies with your own space to digest and learn.”

“Really?” You were taken aback by the generosity they showed, despite the cold stares you received from your grandmother you started to see her as someone who was learning to love again. She had lost her only daughter, the only other female in the bloodline was you. Of course, it was hard for her to adjust to a new addition to the family, but you were family after all. In trying to reach out and connect with you, your grandparents decided that maybe supporting your dreams was the right way about it. Or at least that’s how you saw it.

“Of course, dear,” Junko smiled softly and looked up to Akira who was just a few steps away. “If that’s okay with your father, of course.”

“I wouldn’t want to get in the way of a young woman trying to achieve her dreams,” Akira smiled, his teeth grinding behind a tight lip.

“We can hammer out the details later,” For the first time you saw Gendo crack a smile, “Let’s get back to enjoying the company of family and celebrating the new year!”

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