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valleyrunearchives · 2 years

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Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Fandom: Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia Pairings: Aizawa Shouta/Yamada Hizashi Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Chapter 4/?

“Binary code is a series of zeroes and ones strung together in a specific sequence. On paper, it’s useless. Annoying. Worthless. But put that same string of zeroes and ones into a computer, and suddenly it’s a language far more complex than the human mind can comprehend. I was the same way. The world decided I wasn’t good enough in the physical plane, so I went digital. That’s why I chose the name Binary. And you should be very,” He smirks at the underground hero on the screen, “Very afraid of the reach I have here. Aizawa Shouta.”

Midoriya Izuku is tired of the world treating him like nothing. So he decides to becoming a hacker to show the world that nothing can be anything.

Featuring Midoriya Izuku as the Genius Hacker Aizawa Shouta as the problem child wrangler Yamada Hizashi as the moral support to his husband Tsukauchi Naomasa as the man who needs a long vacation PLEASE Shinsou Hitoshi as the intentionally adopted one Toga Himiko as the unintentionally adopted one Dabi as the really didn’t want to be adopted one but he guesses this is his life now and Nedzu as the Rat God of UA

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Izuku doesn’t go outside often. Not really. People of the outside world aren’t kind to people like him. But he’s not a shut-in. He does still leave the house when he has to and has no qualms or fears about it. Today is one of those days. He needed a new SD card for some of his hacking projects. He's whistling as he's on his way back from the tech hardware store in his neighborhood with the new SD card in his pocket when CATRA pings him. He pulls a wireless earbud out of his pocket to slip into his ear. "What is it?" He asks.

"There seems to be an altercation occurring nearby," she responds, her voice coming out of the earbud. That's not a surprise. CATRA has a secondary function of hacking the street cameras around him when he’s on the move to see if there's any danger in the direction he's headed.

"What kind of altercation? Heroes? Gang fight?" If so he'll need to find an alternate path to make sure not to draw attention to himself. It's just after school and he's not wearing any kind of school uniform. He’d rather not have any questions directed at himself.

"No. It seems to be between several students from Nabu Middle School. It seems three are ganging up on a single classmate. They are beating him."

Uh oh. That's not good. He pulls up the cameras around the area with a bit of hacking. Sure enough, in a nearby alleyway, three students wearing Nabu Middle School uniforms are wailing on another student. The poor thing just cowers against the wall while covering their head as their classmates laugh and hit them. "Can you get me facial recognition on them?" He says as he switches over to the actual camera app on his phone, switching to the video recorder as soon as it’s open.

"One moment... I have recognition of the three assailants but I cannot catch the victim's face to get recognition. Assailants have been identified as Ide Akihiko, Saiki Kaede, and Ishikawa Kazuki. All are in their third year at Nabu."

"Gotcha. Backup yourself and this video I'm about to start recording to storage. Just in case my phone gets broken in retaliation."

CATRA nods, "Understood. I will also continue to attempt to get facial recognition for the victim."

He rushes into the alley, starting to record. He stays quiet for a moment, just getting a nice recording of these three boys beating on the poor student. When he’s got a good minute of endless assault recorded, he stops it and shouts, “Hey! What the hell do you guys think you’re doing?!”

All three boys jump at the sound of his voice. They turn to him and stare with wide eyes. Eventually, the apparent ring leader of the group grins at him sheepishly, “Hey man! Don’t worry! We’re just doing the world a favor and keeping this villain from committing any crimes!”

The distaste in the other kid’s voice makes Izuku’s lip curl up in a sneer, “Villain?” He scoffs, “Last time I knew, villains obviously don’t wear middle school uniforms. Nor are they committing a crime by sitting fearfully in an alleyway while people beat them up.”

Two of the boys flinch at the sass he gives back, the ring leader scowls, “Obviously he’s a villain. Look, you don’t know him. But we do! He is a villain! We go to school with him! It’s his quirk! Brainwashing! He’s destined to grow up to be a villain because he can control your mind!”

“Really?” he says in a fake nice voice, he then hums out a long sound, “That’s weird. Because the last time I was aware, your quirk doesn’t automatically make you into either a hero or a villain… It was your actions that caused you to be a hero or a villain! You're acting more like a villain than he is after all! In fact, I think that the only reason that he would even become a villain…” His stare becomes harsh, “Is because of people. Like. You.”

The ring leader is shocked at his words. Izuku sees out of the corner of his eye that the victim has peeked out of the safety of his arms up at him. It’s a bright splash of lavender hair and a violet colored eye. What he can see of his arms and face are mottled with bruises. That won’t fly, not for Izuku. He’s going to ruin these bullies.

The ring leader’s friend comes up and places a hand on his shoulder, “H-Hey Kaede, maybe we should just go…?”

Saiki Kaede, apparently, shrugs his friend’s hand off of him - stupidly, in Izuku’s opinion - to scoff, “Like hell man! This guy doesn’t know what he’s talking about! I’m going to be a hero after all! Heroes stop villains! Even ones in the making!”

“A hero in the making huh?” He plays the video recording and turns it so the boys can see it, “Would heroes or the police agree that this is a future hero in the making? What about your hero school of choice, hmm? Do you think they would accept someone who does things like this?”

All the boys watched with wide eyes as they mercilessly beat on the other boy, faces smirking tauntingly as the clear victim of assault cowered helplessly against the wall. He stops the video but keeps his phone visible as a warning, “Now. Here’s what’s going to happen. You three are going to turn around to him, apologize to him for both beating him up as you did and calling him a villain, then you are going to run home to your mommies and daddies, not mess with him anymore, and pray that I don’t make good on my threat of releasing this video. Got it?”

The three nodded in understanding. They then turned and bowed to the other boy, apologizing to him. Then they ran off with Izuku watching them with harsh eyes the whole way. He smugly puts his phone back into his pocket. Job well done. He then steps over to the boy and crouches down next to him. The poor guy flinches away from him, as if expecting Izuku to hurt him as well. His face doesn’t fully come out of his arms and knees either. “It’s okay,” Izuku says to him softly, “I promise they won’t bother you again. I’m sorry I didn’t get here quicker. Maybe I could’ve stopped most of the damage if I had gotten here faster…”

It’s quiet as they stare at each other. The other boy slowly raises his hand in a dismissive wave. Izuku tilts his head, worried that maybe they damaged his throat, “What’s wrong? Did they injure your throat? Is that why you can’t talk?”

A slow head shake is his response. Still no words though. Izuku waits, hoping that he’ll explain if he’s patient. His eyes meet and dart away from his own a few times. Then his shoulders untense minutely and he sits up fully. Izuku inhales sharply as he finally sees why he can’t talk. A muzzle. This kid’s been muzzled. “Holy shit!” he yells, reaching up to see if he can get it off.

The guy flinches but doesn’t back away as Izuku’s hands touch the back to try and find a buckle or clasp. His fingers come across a latch but they also come across something much larger. Izuku leans up further to see it. It’s a padlock. “Are you fucking kidding me?” He murmurs, mostly to himself. Purple haired guy’s eyes fall to the ground in shame. Izuku holds out a hand, “No, no! I’m not mad at you! I’m mad at whoever put this thing on you! They’re absolutely insane!”

Two slow blinks and a nod in understanding. Izuku pats his pockets down to see if he has anything he might be able to pick the lock with. He comes up with nothing though and groans in annoyance. Of all the times for him to leave even his small screwdriver at home! … Home! He’ll just take this kid home with him! Wow… that actually sounded creepy… He’ll help this kid at his home. Yeah that sounds a bit better. “Okay! So! I don’t have anything to get that off of you with me but I should at my house! Would you mind coming with me so I can pick that padlock on the back?”

Wide violet eyes blink again, this time in shock before nodding again in acceptance. “Great! Let’s get going then uh… Oh wait… I don’t know your name and you can’t tell me…” He places a finger on his lips to think then face palms himself. He has CATRA. Duh! He pulls his phone back out and holds it out, “Here, hold this for a second.”

The boy takes it curiously as Izuku grins at him, “CATRA, facial recognition on the victim now please!”

A thin eyebrow raises in confusion before blinking in shock as CATRA appears on screen with a meow. His eyes seem to light up with a sparkle as CATRA chirps, through the phone’s speaker this time, “One moment please!”

He smiles as the boy becomes enraptured by the green cyber cat. “Recognition found!” She purrs out happily, bowing her head slightly, “Greetings Shinsou Hitoshi-kun! It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance!”

“Shinsou, huh? Nice to meet you then! I’m Midoriya Izuku! And the cat on my phone’s screen is CATRA. You seem to like her so you can talk to her more when we get that muzzle off of you at my house,” Izuku smiles in a way he hopes is comforting to Shinsou.

Shinsou can’t exactly smile with the muzzle on but his eyes do scrunch a bit in what Izuku assumes is a bit of a smile. Shinsou nods again and, with Izuku’s help, finally stands up. It’s slow going but the walk home is quite peaceful. It probably helps that CATRA was giving them directions to ensure they didn’t run into anyone on the way. Izuku really didn’t want any questions as to why he was helping a heavily bruised and muzzled boy his age back to his apartment. When they finally get there, Izuku unlocks the door and calls for CATRA to turn on the lights.

His computer setup also hums to life as the lights in the house all turn on. Izuku helps Shinsou over to the couch, gently lowering him down onto it. “There you go. Okay now… uh…” Izuku turns to the coffee table and sifts around through the stuff on it. It’s not here. Ugh. “CATRA, where did I leave my bobby pins container?”

“I believe I last saw it on your dresser in your room. Perhaps behind one of your textbooks?” the cyber cat replies, now appearing on one of the computer screens.

Izuku mumbles a thanks, racing into his room to search for the container. Just as she said, it was hidden behind one of his textbooks for his online classes. He first started using them when his hair got too long when he was younger. There was a time just after getting free of his mom when he was still really scared to go out alone. He let his hair go and it got too long, falling into his face every time he was trying to do something. So he ordered the container of bobby pins, the same one now in his hand, to pin his hair back. When he got his confidence up enough to go out and get a haircut by a professional, he still kept them in the event that he accidentally locked something without a key and needed to pick it.

He really needs to remember to find a way to keep them on him at all times. Never know when you’re going to need them out in the field. Like today.

He runs back into the living room, skidding to a stop in front of the coffee table again, “Back!” He snatches up a small screwdriver sitting on it and pulls one of the pins out of the container before moving behind Shinsou. “Okay, it might take me a minute but I should be able to pick this lock and get that thing off of you.”

“Is there anything I can do in the meantime, Izuku-kun?” CATRA asks.

“Yeah,” Izuku says, not looking up from his work, “Start compiling evidence against those boys as well as Nabu middle school and anyone else you can find who’s made attacks or discriminatory actions against Shinsou-kun. Pull cam footage in and around the school, if you can, to see what you can find and keep anything that flags. Verbal and physical altercations both. Once you’ve got it all nice and neat in a file, load it onto one of the empty disks. I haven’t had a chance to go out and buy a new flash drive. So I’ll just have to waste a CD. Also print a label and write up a quick note of our findings for Tsukauchi-san. We’ll stick it in a box with the muzzle and deliver it to him again.”

Shinsou’s head whips around to him in clear shock, causing his arms to bend at an awkward angle to keep hold of the padlock, “Whoa, whoa! Hey, hey! Don’t do that! This isn’t exactly comfortable!”

Shinsou quickly turns back to face front with wide eyes. Izuku sighs in relief as the painful stretch lets up in his arms. He then smiles at him over the top of his head, “You can tell me what’s so shocking when we get this off. Okay?”

Shinsou gives a minute nod and Izuku gets back to work on picking the lock. After several frustratingly long minutes, the lock gives. Izuku makes a sound of triumph and carefully pulls the strap loose. Shinsou gasps out as if he's finally able to breathe when the muzzle is pulled off his face completely. "Thank you," he says sincerely, voice gravely from disuse.

"Of course!" Izuku rounds the couch and crouches in front of him. He winces in sympathy, "Ooh… the muzzle cut into your cheeks. Not to mention those bruises… let me go get the first aid kit. And some ice."

Izuku is quick to move away from him again, going to get all the things he needs. He gets the first aid kit from the bathroom first then moves to the kitchen to make up a couple of bags of ice. As he’s in there, he hears Shinsou ask CATRA, “Why did he help me? I mean… He made you so his quirk must be amazing so why did he help someone like me? Why didn’t he just walk away like all the others with super amazing quirks when he heard that I have a villain’s quirk?”

Izuku stays quiet and smirks. He knows CATRA will sort him out. He gave her a special coding strand that makes her abhor quirk discrimination. She lets out a low growl at the questions, “Firstly, Hitoshi-kun, no quirk has ever been categorized based on whether or not it is a hero’s or a villain’s. There is no such thing as a villain’s quirk just as there is no such thing as a hero’s quirk. Every quirk can be used for good or for ill just like anyone can use a knife the same way. Secondly, Izuku-kun has no quirk. Because of how he’s been treated just for having an extra bone in the smallest toe on his foot, he absolutely does NOT tolerate anyone treating someone differently based on the quirk that they do or don’t have.”

Izuku chooses that moment to rejoin then, “She’s right you know. No one should hate you based on what kind of quirk you have. I mean, at least they have one at all. You wouldn’t believe the kind of stuff I had to put up with sometimes from the school, teachers and students both!”

“But you… don’t anymore?” Shinsou asks, confused.

“Nope! I started online school a few years ago!” Izuku grins then shrugs, “It’s better for me anyway. Regular school didn’t give me the freedom to work at my own pace which I desperately needed in order to strive. Really quick, I’m also going to take a picture of your injuries as they are right now. Just to let you know.” Izuku quickly pulls out his phone and snaps a picture of Hitoshi’s face and arms to note the injuries, then he places one of the bags of ice on his heavily bruised wrist before pulling out a cotton ball and some antiseptic.

“That sounds nice…” Shinsou says quietly, wincing when Izuku dabs as carefully as possible at one of the cuts on his cheek, “Your parents must be amazingly supportive.”

“Oh I don’t have those anymore either.” Shinsou makes a noise of confusion. Izuku gently applies a bandage to one of his cheeks, answering him with, “Parents. I don’t have parents anymore.”

“What? Then who do you live here with…? Like… another family member or something?”

“Nobody. I live on my own. Have since I was about ten.” He moves over to the other cut, repeating the process, “It was a whole legal thing but basically I proved my parents were both horrible people who weren’t doing anything to raise me anyway and that I could live on my own just fine without anyone to constantly supervise me. And that it was safer for me to be on my own. It was kind of like American Emancipation but not quite? I don’t know, you’d have to talk to my lawyer to get all the ins and outs of the legal stuff. He explained it to me once but I was ten at the time and didn’t really get it. Probably would get it now if he explained it again though…”

“You have a lawyer?” Another bandage is applied to the other side of Shinsou’s face before the second bag of ice is placed over his eye.

“Mhmm,” Izuku hums, “I don’t know how much you’ve figured out about me but I’m a hacker, in case you didn’t know.”

“Yeah, I figured that out,” Shinsou says, “Or at least had a guess that you might be based on CATRA.”

Izuku grins at him before sobering back into a more neutral facial expression, “So anyway, back when I was first getting started, my mom, who was awful by the way, decided that she was going to stop sending money to the house to help me pay for food and other things I needed. Her reasoning was something like I wasn’t worth it, maybe? I don’t remember exactly. In order to feed myself, I offered my hacking services to the public if you knew how to find me. Well, a lawyer, Iwai Fumio, reached out to me about his firm partner. He had concerns that his partner was forging evidence to get guilty clients who paid him a hefty enough bribe out of prison time. He was. I found out how and all the cases he had done it for as well as how much he was paid for it each time. Iwai-san brought it to public light and the guy went to prison for it with all assets from their shared firm now solely in Iwai-san’s name. He insisted we meet in person so he could thank me and deliver my pay to me. I agreed because I really needed the money and was worried he would keep the money from me if I said no.”

“And he found out when you two met?”

“Pretty much. I was a ten year old who just showed up to a café to meet with a lawyer to get a paycheck for hacking his ex-partner’s records and cases to find out if the guy was committing fraud. I’m sure you can imagine how surprised and shocked he was. He asked me questions about my home life and I told him.” Shinsou gives him an ‘are you stupid’ look. Izuku waves him off as he’s putting the first aid supplies back in the kit, “Yes I know. But I was ten! It seemed like a good idea at the time for a ten year old me. And it turned out it was. He got me out of my parent’s custody and proved in a court of law that I was better off living on my own based on how the system treats people like me. Someone still had to be listed as my guardian, which Iwai-san listed himself thankfully, but it’s more of an ‘in case of emergency’ guardian.”

“What happens if someone comes along and like… wants to adopt you or something? And it is a really good fit for you?” An odd question from Shinsou but Izuku’s heard weirder.

“I mean yeah I guess they could,” Izuku shrugs, he takes a moment to snap another quick set of photos of Shinsou’s now treated injuries, “There’s nothing saying that if someone suited to raise me the rest of the way to adulthood came along that I couldn’t be adopted by them. I think? I’d have to talk to Iwai-san to know for sure. Now you though!”

“Me?” Shinsou points to himself.

“Yes you! There’s too many questions that I have to ask. Especially if I’m taking all this to the police.”

“You’re actually going to the police with it? I thought you told those assholes that you wouldn’t tell on them if they apologized to me and left me alone?”

“Uh, no! I was always going to the police with it. I just said that to make them listen to me and let them think they had a chance. Anyways! The muzzle? Where did it come from?”

Shinsou stays quiet, eyes downturned. Izuku waits patiently for him to pick the conversation back up, knowing it might take him a little bit of time to get his thoughts in order. “Um…” Shinsou’s voice is quiet when he finally does speak, “The school puts it on me. They think my quirk is a villain’s quirk too so they make me wear it during school hours. Less chance of me taking control of people that way.”

“And your parents? What do they think of this?”

Shinsou chuckles, but it’s bitter, “Foster parents actually… they’re the ones that supply the school with them. Anytime it breaks, they buy a new one to donate to the school. They have one at home too. In case I get too… ‘aggressive’ towards them. My social worker doesn’t care either. She thanked my foster parents for coming up with the idea and said that if they ever gave me up she would start supplying them to all my new homes. `Less of a risk that way,’ she said.”

Izuku takes a deep breath to stave off the overwhelming rage he’s feeling. “I hate people, I swear. CATRA, ignore everything I said about the label for a box! We’ll have Iwai take everything since it’s clear we’ll have to get him involved. Okay… So… I’m going to have you record everything, and I mean EVERYTHING, you’ve gone through on a sheet of paper, in writing. And we’ll send that in too along with the video evidence. Uh… but there’s also no way in hell that I’m letting you go back to that foster home so…” Izuku thinks for a moment before lighting up with a bright smile, “So you’ll just stay here!”

“Stay… here?”

“Yeah! With me! The apartment has two rooms after all! Oh but the second room doesn’t have any furniture in it right now so I’ll have to order some. But we can make it your room!”

Shinsou blinks, “You would… Want me here with you? Even knowing what you do about me?”

“Well yeah! You’re not going back into the system. Not if I have anything to say about it!” Izuku moves to his bedroom, leaving the door open so Shinsou can still hear him, “I’ll get you a piece of paper or five and a pencil! As soon as you’re done writing everything down, and again I mean everything, then you can come in here and catch some sleep! You look like you need it!”

“What about you? Don’t you need to sleep too?” Shinsou calls back.

“Yeah but I won’t be able to for a while! I’ve got a lot to do! Don’t worry about me though! I’ll be fine! I don’t have to worry about any new assignments for school until next semester anyway!” He tears several sheets of paper out of one of his unused notebooks and grabs a pencil. He brings them out and hands them to the purple haired boy, “Besides, I’ve got to call Iwai-san so he can start making a case for you! I’m sure by the end of this week or maybe the end of next week at most, we’ll have you living here full time! Iwai-san doesn’t play when it comes to the safety of kids!”

“You really don’t mind if I stay? If I live with you?” Shinsou’s voice sounds rough as tears well up in his eyes.

“Of course not! I’d be happy to have you here!” Izuku smiles brightly at him, “I know we’ve just met, Shinsou-kun, but I’ve been through what you’ve gone through. Maybe not to your level of extreme but I know what it’s like for people to treat you differently because of something you can’t control. I wished more than anything during that time that someone would reach out and help me but in the end they didn’t and I ended up having to help myself. I want to be that someone who reaches out to help you. So you don’t have to find a way to help yourself like I did. I’ve always wanted to be a hero. Let me be yours, Shinsou Hitoshi.”

That’s all it takes for the dam to break. Shinsou curls into himself as he sobs, one hand raising to cover his eyes as the ice pack that was over his black eye falls into his lap. Izuku easily moves his hands over to rest on the other boy’s back and shoulder, offering him some comfort without crowding him. He knows Shinsou probably has never had that before and doesn’t want to overwhelm him yet. Maybe at some point in the future he’ll be able to offer more than just this. Perhaps a hug and a shoulder to cry on. For now, he’ll have to let Shinsou get used to his presence as something not out to get him like he probably expects from every human he comes across.

When the tears finally cease, Shinsou starts working on writing down his statement of everything that’s happened to him, both at his foster home and at school. Meanwhile Izuku pulls his keyboard into his lap and gets to work, himself. First, figuring out again how he’s going to get all this evidence to Detective Tsukauchi through Iwai-san without raising suspicion. Then he’s got a lot to do to ensure Iwai-san’s job is easy with his new upcoming case regarding Shinsou. Izuku will take much joy watching all those wretched people burn… legally, that is.

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suzuki-violin-school · 3 years

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Thanksgiving Special !!

Part of a holiday special series!

Most of the other students are home for the holidays, spending time with their families. A certain group of kids from class 1-A, however, are all staying at the dorms during the break, and they’ve decided to take matters into their own hands regarding the holidays. This was supposed to be a short xTodoroki drabble but now it’s almost 3000 words with no particular ships

Masterlist

Content: fem!reader, pure fluff, Todoroki being a precious clueless baby, Bakugo saying bad words, cards against humanity, togetherness, thanksgiving themes, autumn themes

Y/n stared into the oven, her ankles beginning to get sore from crouching for so long.

She opted to sit on the floor instead.

“It’ll cook faster if you’re not looking,” Kirishima said, glancing down at her. “That’s what they say, at least. Like watching paint dry.”

“That’s not the only reason I’m down here,” Y/n said. She smiled up at him. “It’s warm.”

“If you want heat, just ask Todoroki for a hug or something! ...God knows he could use it,” Kirishima mumbled. He turned to lean against the counter, facing out towards the main space of the common area. “Can’t believe there’s so many of us staying for the holidays!”

“Yeah!” Y/n said enthusiastically. “But that just means we get to be each other’s families and celebrate together! ...God knows we’re a better family to Todoroki than Endeavor.”

A floating coat and earmuffs bounded up to them happily.

“It smells great over here!” Hagakure said excitedly. “That means all the food is doing good, right?”

“Yep!” Y/n said. “We followed just about every recipe we could find.”

“I’ll be surprised if we can eat it all,” Kirishima said, laughing.

“Seriously? I’m afraid we won’t have enough!” Y/n said, getting up from the floor. “How are things on your end, Toru?”

“Aoyama, Tokoyami and I all went super ham at the store! We bought every decoration you can think of!” Hagakure said proudly. “And lemme tell ya, a lot of it’s covered in glitter.”

“Well, Aoyama was on décor duty,” Kirishima said, shrugging. “What did we expect?”

“Did Tokoyami get regular decorations or edgy, goth ones?” Y/n asked. She heard someone clearing their throat and saw that Tokoyami was sitting on a couch in the common area, unpacking a shopping bag and laying things out on the coffee table. “I’m kidding!”

“How’s the construction team doing?” Kirishima asked, looking towards Hagakure’s floating clothes.

“It’d be a lot easier with Yaomomo here,” she said, sighing. “But alas, she’s with her rich, rich family.”

“I’m sure they’re doing well,” Tokoyami said. “Shoji, Sero, and Todoroki know how to work well with others. I’m more worried about Bakugo.”

“Pfft! Don’t let him hear you say that,” Y/n said, laughing. “He’ll take it the wrong way, all like, ‘worried about me? What, you don’t think I can take of myself? I’m Bakugo, I get offended when people care about me and I yell at everyone all the time and don’t know how to express my emotions’!”

“Man, I love your impressions,” Kirishima said, laughing to himself.

“I don’t.”

Bakugo walked through the common area, hands in his pockets and his usual angry expression on his face. He walked right up to Y/n, but she spoke before he could berate her.

“Yeah? I don’t care. Buuut, if you’re gonna be a jackass while you’re here, you should go home to your family like the rest of the class!” She said, pushing him away to a respectable, less ‘in-my-face’ distance. “I mean, Midoriya’s with his mom, Yaomomo’s back in her family’s mansion, hell, even Tsu’s out with family!”

“Hey, has anyone seen Ashido?” Kirishima asked, cutting off Bakugo’s response.

“Huh? Oh, no, I haven’t,” Hagakure said, looking around. “Last time I checked, she was sketching out her design plans on the couch.”

“Well, I trust her,” Y/n said dismissively. “Maybe disappearing for an hour or two is part of her creative process. You guys will be helping her put all your decorations up, right?”

“Of course we will,” Tokoyami said.

“Bakugo, what’s your contribution for our little party?” Hagakure asked. Bakugo scoffed.

“We are not letting you celebrate the holidays with us unless you pitch in and do your share,” Y/n said sternly. “The rest of us are working hard to make this holiday break fun, and you’re doing jack shit.”

“Oh, she’s being strict,” Hagakure said, laughing. “You’d better watch out, Bakugo, she’ll kick your ass.”

“Yeah, right, like she could touch me,” he grumbled. “...So what the fuck do you even want me to do?”

“Good question,” Y/n said. She hummed to herself as she thought for a moment. “Entertainment!”

“Ooh, good idea!” Hagakure chirped, smiling even though no one could see. “You could go out and get us some board games, or video games maybe, or a new movie, or buy us a stereo, or-”

“I get it, shut up,” Bakugo said, annoyed. “I’ll go out and buy some shit, but then I’m done.”

Y/n sighed loudly.

“Kirishima and I made a whole feast’s worth of food, Aoyama, Tokoyami, and Hakagure went out and bought decorations to put up with Ashido, and Todoroki, Shoji, and Sero are installing an entire new fireplace into the building,” Y/n muttered to herself. “And BaKuGo is going to buy us a BoArD gAmE.”

She shook her head to herself as she turned her attention back to the oven. Kirishima patted her shoulder.

“He’s Bakugo, we should’ve expected this,” he said quietly, not wanting Bakugo to hear him. He smiled suddenly. “I’ll look after the food, you go check on Sero and the guys!”

“Ah, yes, my favorite band,” Y/n said, grinning. “Sero and The Guys.”

Kirishima and Hagakure both laughed, and Y/n could swear she even heard Tokoyami chuckle as Kirishima smacked her arm.

“Go check on the new fireplace, you idiot!” He demanded playfully.

“Don’t let anyone touch the pies yet,” Y/n warned. “I’m putting my faith in you, Kiri.”

“A terrible decision, really,” Kirishima stated flatly. “I’ll be the only one touching those pies.”

“Don’t eat them all by yourself!” Hagakure whined. “Wait until later!”

Y/n left the kitchen area to stroll through the common space, stopping only to ruffle Tokoyami’s feathers. She passed Aoyama on her way out of the building, busy admiring some sparkly paper leaves he must’ve bought while he was out with the others.

Y/n made her way outside, trying to ignore the cold, and found the construction team almost finished attaching a chimney to the side of the building. They’d worked on the inside earlier, about the same time she and Kirishima had started all the cooking, but she was still impressed with how quickly they’d been working.

“Wow!” She marveled, alerting them of her presence. “Guys, this is amazing! A communal fireplace for all of us to hang out?! This is gonna be awesome!”

“I know, right?” Sero said proudly. “Imagine all the cool things we can use this for!”

“Please tell me that the fires’ll reflect on one of the walls,” Y/n said excitedly. “If we can’t make shadow puppets, I’m done!”

“...Shadow puppets?” Todoroki repeated curiously. “What are those?”

“You’ve never made shadow puppets?” Sero asked, a little surprised. Todoroki shook his head. “Well, if you’ve got a light in a dark room, you can use your hands to make shapes on the walls.”

“Shoji, I bet you could make a bunch at once, huh? Lucky,” Y/n said.

“I only know how to make dogs and rabbits,” Shoji said. “So it’s not that impressive.”

“Well, you guys be sure to come inside once you’re finished,” Y/n said. “The food’s almost done, they’re about to put up decorations, and we convinced Bakugo to go out and buy us some games.”

“Wow, Bakugo’s helping out?” Sero asked, genuinely shocked. “That’s a surprise. Did you have to threaten him?”

“Something like that,” Y/n said. Sero laughed.

“That’s our girl!” He said proudly. “What’d you say?”

“I just told him he can’t celebrate with us if he doesn’t pitch in,” Y/n said, shrugging. “Honestly, I was surprised he gave in so easily. I guess he actually wants to spend time with us.”

“Maybe he just wants the food,” Shoji said. “He might just be using us.”

“That would be pretty Bakugo of him,” Y/n said, nodding. “You guys are almost done, right?”

“We actually finished about the same time you joined us,” Todoroki said. “Do you need us inside?”

“Not need, per se,” Y/n said. “But you’re certainly welcome. Kirishima’s finishing up some apple-orange cider we made, if you want something warm. Ashido could use some help putting up decorations, if you want to keep working.”

“Thank you,” Todoroki said, nodding thankfully. “I’ve never had… Apple-orange cider?”

“It tastes like autumn!” Y/n said excitedly. “It’s all spiced, and warm, and smells like cinnamon…”

“You’re really selling it there, Y/n,” Sero said, laughing. “It better live up to all that. I’m heading in, you two coming?”

Todoroki nodded, but Shoji shook his head.

“I’m going to make sure this is all sturdy,” he said, gesturing vaguely towards the new chimney.

“Hey, Todoroki, you want to start a fire when we get in? Use the fireplace for the first time?” Sero asked. Todoroki nodded slowly.

“Sure,” he said.

“Mmm… Just the sound of all this makes me feel warm and cozy,” Y/n said, laughing.

“It should!” Sero said loudly, the three of them leaving Shoji as they went inside. “Tonight’s gonna be great.”

Y/n held the door open for Sero and Todoroki as they went inside, and she reveled in the warmth.

“I come bearing gifts!” She announced. “Sero and The- Sero and A Guy.”

“Only one?” Kirishima asked, not sparing a glance at them as he continued work in the kitchen. Tokoyami looked up at them from the couch, now sitting between Ashido and Aoyama.

“Is Shoji still outside?” He asked. Y/n nodded.

“Making sure nothing’s about to fall apart on us,” she said.

She watched as Todoroki walked over to the new fireplace, observing it for a few moments.

“Is there any kindling?” He asked.

“We could use all our old test papers!” Ashido joked. Todoroki raised an eyebrow at her.

“Paper burns too fast,” he said. “It doesn’t last.”

“I can text Bakugo and tell him to pick up some firewood on his way back,” Y/n suggested. Todoroki hummed in acknowledgement, so she pulled her phone from her pocket and texted Bakugo.

Bakugo: THE HELL DO YOU MEAN YOU WANT MORE STUFF I ONLY HAVE SO MUCH FUCKIN MONEY YOU KNOW

“Did he say anything?” Ashido asked. Y/n nodded.

“Complaining,” she said simply, walking over to join Kirishima. “Any updates?”

“Just keepin’ everything warm right now,” he said, smiling. “We don’t want any cold turkey, now, do we?”

“Are the pies okay?” Y/n asked.

“You guys made pie?!” Sero asked excitedly.

“Pumpkin, apple, and cherry,” Y/n confirmed, nodding proudly. “I mean, if Kirishima hasn’t devoured them all.”

“Hey, you said you trusted me!” Kirishima said, pouting.

“Where’d Hagakure go?” Y/n asked, looking around.

“She ran up to her room to put her earmuffs away,” Ashido said. She fell quiet for a moment, looking around the room and creating a frame with her fingers. “We can put some leaves on that window there, and that cornucopia can go on the table.”

Sero walked over and joined Y/n and Kirishima in the kitchen.

“Man, it smells good in here!” He said excitedly. “What’d you guys make?”

“Pie, turkey, stuffing,” Y/n said, listing things off on her fingers. “Cider.”

“Some stuffing and potatoes, cranberry sauce, and Y/n taught me how to make strawberry jam!” Kirishima added. “And a bunch more dessert stuff, and some weird coffee.”

“I can’t wait,” Sero said enthusiastically, grinning.

The front door slammed open.

“I got your shit, you fucks.”

“Hey! Today is about being thankful and kind!” Kirishima scolded. Y/n walked over to Bakugo and grabbed a bundle of firewood from his arms.

She brought it over to the fireplace and let Todoroki help her set it in the fireplace before he set a hand on a log, lighting a fire.

“Mmm, warm!” Hagakure cooed, coming back into the main room. “Oh, Bakugo’s back! What’d you get us?”

“...Cards Against Humanity.”

“Aw, that’s such a Bakugo game!” Y/n said, smiling. “A game where you can be together with the people you refuse to let know you love and say things like ‘I eat ass for a living and my wife is pregnant with a turtle from Russia’.”

“What the fuck goes through your head, L/n?” Bakugo asked, taking the box of cards out of his shopping bag. He walked over to the coffee table in front of the couches and set it down, putting the bag next to it. “I’m done now, right?”

“Yeah, something like that,” Y/n groaned. “Ashido, you need any more help with the, uh… Sparkly leaves?”

“Nope!” Ashido said happily. “We’re just about finished!”

At the same time, Shoji joined everyone indoors.

“Everything all good out there?” Sero asked. Shoji nodded. “Well, that’s everything done, then, right?”

“Oui! Merci beaucoup, everyone!” Aoyama said excitedly, twirling around in a sparkly trenchcoat- No, not sparkly, magnifique.

“So, then, who’s hungry?” Kirishima asked, leaning closer to the fridge.

“It’s time for a feast, everyone,” Y/n said proudly. “Kiri, let’s get everything to the well-decorated table. Thank you, décor team.”

“You’re very welcome,” Tokoyami said, picking up a fallen paper leaf and looking for the tape on the wall it had left behind.

“Oh, I got it dude,” Sero said, putting his elbows to good use and putting the leaf back.

“Thank you, Sero,” Tokoyami said, nodding gratefully before deciding to push two tables together, making space for everyone.

Y/n and Kirishima took a few minutes to move all the food while Ashido and Hagakure set the table. Once everything was in place and everyone was sitting down, they decided their work was all worth it. The warmth of the fire, the dollar store décor, the smell of the food, and even the sparkles reflecting off of everything Aoyama had insisted on buying.

“I don’t usually do anything fancy before eating,” Y/n said, making sure she spoke before anyone started eating. “But my family has a tradition on Thanksgiving. Before we start, everyone at the table goes around and says what they’re thankful for. I think it’s only right that we do the same thing right now.”

“That sounds fun,” Kirishima agreed. There were a few nods of agreement and acknowledging hums around the table. “Who’s going first?”

“I can do it,” Y/n said, smiling. “I’m grateful for all of you guys, and the rest of the class. Without you, I don’t think hero training would be any fun.”

Kirishima agreed, saying he was thankful for his friends and family. Shoji thanked everyone as well, Ashido and Hagakure thanked the girls of class 1-A, Aoyama thanked his family and France, and Sero thanked family and friends. Tokoyami said he was grateful both to and for Dark Shadow, and Todoroki thanked Midoriya for ‘saving’ him.

“Last is Bakugo,” Kirishima said, enjoying hearing his friends talk about the things and people they love.

“Yeah, yeah,” Bakugo grumbled. “...I guess I’m thankful for you guys or whatever.”

“Aw! Bakugo, that’s so sweet!”

“Shut up and eat your damn food!”

Everyone enjoyed the food, thanking Y/n and Kirishima and asking how on earth they did it. Once everyone had eaten their fill, they moved to the couches, ready to play the card game Bakugo had gotten.

“Wait, one thing first!” Y/n said suddenly. She ran over to a light switch and turned off the lights in the room, leaving only the bright glow of the new fireplace. “Todoroki’s never heard of shadow puppets before.”

“Really?” Kirishima asked. Todoroki nodded and Kirishima just smiled. “Well, awesome! I know so many animals!”

“...Animals?” Todoroki asked slowly. Kirishima nodded excitedly and raised both hands, intertwining them oddly. “What are you doing?”

“Look at the wall,” Y/n explained. Todoroki looked at the wall, seeing the shadows Kirishima’s hands were making. “What do you see?”

“It’s an elephant,” Todoroki stated flatly. He looked at Kirishima, fascinated, and attempted to imitate the hand shape.

Y/n looked at the wall for a minute before making a deer, which prompted Ashido and Shoji to make a wolf and a rabbit. Everyone reveled in Todoroki’s delight until Bakugo got fed up and decided to turn the lights back on.

“Either play the damn cards or give me my twenty bucks back.”

“...I didn’t realize Card Against Humanity was so expensive,” Sero said slowly. “Let’s get to it! I wanna hear all your darkest, dirtiest jokes!”

“I’ll deal,” Tokoyami said.

The box of cards was soon opened, and cards passed out throughout the group.

Tokoyami pulled the first black card as the game was explained to Todoroki and Aoyama.

“Run, run, as fast as you can, you can’t catch me, I’m ____.”

Being a dick to children - Bakugo

Being sad and horny - Kirishima

Getting fisted by a man with no fingers - Shoji

Slowly releasing a huge fart over the course of two minutes - Aoyama

Floating in a pool of blood - Todoroki

Stapling a butterfly to a cow - Hagakure

Kayaking with my sluts - Ashido

A twink in a bounce house - Sero

Having a bunch of kids by accident - Y/n

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