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eris-snow · 2 years ago

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2. 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐭

Tags: anachronism, shoto x fem!reader, shenanigans, sweet shoto, confusion, confusion, confusion

The person he’s dancing with wears a smile. It’s pretty and kind, and Shoto can’t help but smile too.

“Do I know you?”

Shoto waits breathlessly for your response. Confirm it. Laugh at him. Tell him he’s right. Call him an idiot.

You look at him carefully, watching him like a cat.

“No.”

Shoto doesn’t know why he expected otherwise.

He nods, suddenly aware of how hot his face is. “Right.”

Feeling embarrassed, he walks down the stairs like it’s his walk of shame. Maybe he needs a brain surgeon together with that family therapist. Shoto knows that he’s not the best at picking up social cues, but something up there is obviously not working.

“But I’m flattered that you think so.”

Shoto whirls around, and finds you staring at him curiously. The electric air from before has vanished, but you don’t seem fazed at all as you power through the sparks of awkwardness like this was an average Tuesday.

Shoto may be able to bench-press a car and walk through fire, but the way you breeze through the tension with such leisure puts you in front of him by buildings.

“Exchange numbers?” You suggest, seeing his loss of words. He probably looked like a mess.

Please kill me now.

“Yeah.” He manages, fumbling with his phone. Man, why couldn’t he just say that?

The tension is so thick between the both of you he’s surprised something didn’t shatter.

You look at him with a smile, and Shoto swears he’s going through a cardiac arrest.

“What’s your name?”

He bites his lip, and tastes blood.

“Shoto. Shoto Todoroki.”

—

Shoto was, simply put, fucked.

His head was in a mess and was pounding as he clenched his phone tightly in his hands. On its screen was your number, and your profile picture of a blurred unglam of you. Shoto finds it charming.

What in Endevour’s name happened?

No, scratch that, his father was trying to atone, but Shoto had no qualms about stealing his credit cards and maxing them all out.

He’s done it before, and he’ll do it again.

Shoto grasps his shirt. His heart was only now slowing down, and he felt like he accidentally ingested Shinso’s triple shot Expresso heart attack. In case it wasn’t obvious, Shoto was freaking out. So much so that he almost burned down the dorms again because of his mini “emotion explosion” (He’s getting that trademarked).

It was as if his world was compressed to the size of a stress ball, and any more pressure would cause it to burst. It felt as if it was just you, him and the snow…

Shoto cradles his head in his hands.

What’s this feeling? Why does he feel like his heart is going to explode?

He thinks back to your expression, your eyes, rich with shock and…something else.

Shoto knows it. That you felt it too.

“Stop it.” He whispers. “Get a grip Shoto. Come on.”

He does not.

—

There’s a hand on his shoulder and the other in his own. There’s a glow from an oil lantern, and the rest of the scene is blurry with greens and whites. the marble under his feet squeaks as he dances. The person he’s dancing with wears a smile. It’s pretty and kind, and Shoto can’t help but smile too.

The atmosphere is soft, relaxed, comfortable. Everything is, from the way his steps coincide with the person he’s dancing with, all the way to how his hand is fitted on the mysterious maiden’s.

“Sho,” What a soothing voice.

The words slip out like butter. “Snowflake.”

It feels so right.

All but suddenly, the oil lamp is snuffed out, plunging them into pitch-black darkness.

His alarm clock blares, and Shoto rips his blanket off him as his eyes snap open.

The aching sensation of loss lingers at the back of his throat. Flashes of foggy dialogue linger at the back of his mind. There’s yelling, and there’s crying, all mixed into one glob that pierces the back of his mind like a pike.

Damn, that hurts like a bitch.

Shoto cracks his skull against his bedframe and dies.

Or so he wishes.

We should meet up and talk sometime.

Wanna study together?

It’s like he thinks he’s God or something.

He glances through your string of messages with a head stuffed into his pillow, all conversations cut by his ‘I got to go now.’ or ‘Maybe some other time.’

Shoto and you’ve texted. Texted a lot.

But that’s just it. Texting. Your whole chat is essentially a game of Trivia with dialogue ripped straight out from a ‘How to Make Friends’ question list.

He knows enough to find out about your birthday and Quirk, your favourite food, and if he squints, your favourite movie.

Seen each other? Not so much.

It’s not his fault that he has to hit the gym every day, or has twice the amount of assignments to make up for lost time, or has detention for setting the toaster on fire—

Okay maybe that was his fault.

He can’t do this. He tells himself. It’s not fair for you.

Even he knows that’s not something he shouldn’t do.

Shoto wants to see your face, hear your voice, go schizophrenic every time he sees you in the hall. Just, for a prolonged period (and not die.)

That’s why he is determined to schedule a study session with you today, at 2, and no matter how cluttered his schedule is, he will—

“You sure like to get lost in your head, don’t you?”

Shoto turns around and finds you leaning against a pillar. Your smile is dripping with amusement.

Shoto wipes the sweat off his forehead, eyebrows crinkling.

“Urgh, stop that. You really should work on your greetings, Mister I’m So HOT AND COOL—”

Shoto slams a hand on your mouth, hissing. “What is wrong with you? There are people—”

You lick his hand, making him recoil.

Your lips spread into a lazy grin, eyebrow cocked as if to say, do I look like I care?

“You should care,” Shoto replies seriously. “I do.”

“Well, I ain’t you, hero,” you respond. “And to answer your scrunched-up face, I was passing through. Wanted to see what you were up to.”

“The gym and alcoholism.” He says with a straight face.

You’re not fazed in the slightest. “Yeah, that makes sense. Heard about your family and everything. Really, sorry about that, by the way.”

Shoto shrugs. “Well, it’s getting better. Or, it will. Eventually.” Shoto rubs his hand on his sweats, making another round to the weights before he grabs another, heavier than the last. “Oh, right. Are you free this afternoon? My schedule’s clear for once, so I thought we could study together.”

Haha, liar. He had to pull strings to make time for you, but it is worth it when you nod and smile. “Yeah, let’s do it.”

He tries not to think too much about the dream.

When he thinks too hard, it gets even fuzzier. Everything felt so vivid. The warmth in his hand, the gaze on his face, god, he can still remember how much he loved it. He wishes to relive that dream.

He wishes for a lot of things.

Some of them, he can’t quite remember.

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comicgeekscomicgeek · 5 years ago

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Their Hero Academia – Chapter 52: Aftermath Part 2

Presenting the next raw and unedited chapter of my on-going, next-gen, My Hero Academia fic, Their Hero Academia!

Portions of this installment were written by @msalliepants (the portions featuring Shinji Yoarashi, David Togata, and Shiro Monoma).

Earlier chapters can be found here

As he expected to, Kota found Aizawa in his classroom. Perhaps it was strange that he still thought of his father-in-law as “Aizawa” and not “Shota” or “Dad”, but if he was pushed to admit it, he still found the man absolutely, pants-wettingly terrifying. When he talked to him, which was frequently, as they were coworkers, he usually defaulted to “Sir.”

He’d never been entirely sure how much Aizawa actually liked him, despite the fact that he’d been married to his daughter for over ten years. Of course, considering the first time he’d picked Eri up for a date, he’d been so terrified of Aizawa and his “intimidating dad” routine he’d panicked and punched him in the balls. That kind of set the tone for their relationship, even if Emi had found it absolutely hilarious.

Kota opened the door to Aizawa’s classroom, where the man was sitting in the dark, staring directly ahead, his sleeping bag laying discarded in one corner of the room. Aizawa was so still that if he didn’t know better, Kota would have sworn he was dead. He didn’t bother to turn on the lights.

“We’ve been busy on the phones,” he said. Aizawa didn’t respond or even look his direction. But he knew the man well enough to know he was always listening, even when he appeared to be ignoring you. “Checking in with the Agencies.”

He continued. “I’ve talked to Eri. She’s fine. There was a Nomu in one of the areas she had to travel through to get to the hospital, but Can’t Stop Twinkling was there fighting it and Ojiro got her through without it even knowing she was there.”

That, at least, got his attention. “She took one of my students with her?”

“Ojiro volunteered,” Kota said. “No combat. Just additional stealth.”

Aizawa frowned. “I thought she had more sense than that.”

“Desperate times,” he replied. He wasn’t particularly happy with it himself, but he hadn’t been happy about his wife going out into that insanity to begin with. But Kota had known Eri long enough to know there was no arguing with her when she’d made up her mind. It didn’t do any good in the long run and he always ended up sleeping on the couch for at least a week.

There was a long moment of silence, then Aizawa spoke again. “My children trusted me with theirs, and I let them go out into this insanity. Nemuri even joked that their Internships couldn’t possibly have been as bad as that of the Problem Child and his friends. I guess the joke’s on us.”

“Deku and everyone,” Kota said, “they know the kinds of things that can happen in this life. This isn’t your fault.” That didn’t get him a response.

Aizawa was still staring at him, so he continued. “The kids are all alive.” He didn’t use the word “fine,” because almost all of them had been caught up in the Nomu insanity. “Fine” wasn’t a word you used after something like that. Kota understood. He and Eri both had their share of nightmares from their own traumatic childhood experiences.

Kota went on. “Midoriya, Todoroki, Haimawari, Aoyama, Shoji, Ojiro, both Iidas, Sero, Sato, and Kocho are all uninjured, though some of them saw varying degrees of action. Tokoyami was hurt earlier in the week and wasn’t anywhere near any of the action and Koda was too far out with Froppy and the Oki Mariner to be involved.”

That was the good news. The rest, well, it got increasingly worse.

“Mineta received a few minor scrapes from falling rubble, but is otherwise okay. Kaminari is being treated for Quirk Exhaustion after overloading her brain powering a weapon Creati made.”

That got another glare. He suspected Yaoyorozu would be getting an earful.

“Kirishima-Bakugo is being treated for exhaustion as well. She was directly involved in fighting one of the Nomu protecting Uravity, and then had a poor reaction to seeing her father injured.”

The intensity of Aizawa’s stare increased and Kota actually found himself taking a step back. He wasn’t a stupid man and what Kota was leaving blank was blindingly obvious. Aizawa actually got up out of his chair, moving closer to him. “You’re hedging around something. What are you hiding? Get to it.”

“Shota Shinso was there when Ground Zero fought the Nomu. He saw everything. He was nearly catatonic by the time Deku got them to the hospital. They’ve admitted him for observation.”

Aizawa stared at him, a twitch forming in his left eye, his mouth set in a hard line. “Get out of my way,” he snapped, already shoving past Kota and out into the hallway.

Kota just stared at the empty room for a moment. “…That actually went better than I thought it would.”

***

Haru Shima had had a busy morning. When word of the Nomu attacks had gone out, he’d gone straight to the hospital where he worked. They didn’t live far from it and his Quirk was more than adequate protection against anything that might have been out there. They’d have plenty of incoming, he knew, and would need all hands on deck, especially if any Heroes were injured. His husband had already left for the day and would be in the thick of it. Their son had been out there too, working with Cellophane.

He’d forced himself not to think about them, but left strict instructions that, unless he was in the middle of surgery, he was to be contacted if either of them were brought in. And then Izuku had brought Katsuki in, torn to pieces and losing blood fast…

He’d done what he could. Haru was an excellent surgeon, but there were limits, and the damage had been severe. Not a clean cut, but a mutilation, with damage to the surrounding bone, muscle, and nerves. That Katsuki hadn’t died was a minor miracle.

He’d been lucky. Yuga had sustained only minor injuries and would be released today. Takiyo was fine. Hanta had bought him time to escape to the relative safety of the Agency. His son wasn’t exactly happy about having been forced out of the fight, but Haru had detected the fear in his voice when he’d finally been able to speak to him.

And, of course, he’d had a million texts from Haruko. Haruko was like him, the only other one in the group of Class A and their spouses who wasn’t at least tangentially involved in Hero work. Mei was… a delightful, if eccentric woman, but she was closer to it than either of them. He only tended to see Heroes when they were injured. So he and Haruko often chatted and talked, often with Monoma’s wife as well, who was also a civilian.

But finally, it all seemed to have abated and he could go home. At soon as he picked up his husband, anyway. He pushed open the door to Yuga’s room. And he stared. He closed his eyes and counted to ten. Unfortunately, the sight that greeted him was still the same.

“Yuga,” he said, peering between his fingers, “why do you have a paper bag on your head?”

“I am hideous now, Haru,” Yuga said. His accent was thicker, the way it always was when he was trying to solicit more sympathy out him. He placed one hand on the bag; it crinkled under his fingers. “I must hide my face away from prying eyes, lest my unsightly visage insight the people to riot.”

Visions of Yuga in an opera cloak and a half-mask, badly trying to playing a pipe organ he’d somehow managed to get into their apartment while fog machines spewed their fog, danced in Haru’s mind. This was going to be the first grey hair all over again.

“Yuga,” he said, “you’re fine. You got your nose broken. It was a clean break, it got set in time, and you won’t even have any scars.”

“Non, non, I am hideous, cut down in my prime, Haru. I can only pray you will not leave me for someone you can bear to look at…”

The things he put up with for the man he loved…

***

Haruto Sero was aware that, even in the world of Quriks, he and his family were an odd looking brood. While his older brother, Takuma, resembled their mother, minus the horns, he mostly looked like their dad, only with horns. His younger brothers, Yamoto and Ren, were no different. Yamoto mostly looked like Tamuka, and Ren mostly looked like their dad, except for being blue. Their little sister, Moji, looked like dark-haired version of Mom. So the number of eyes that were briefly on them when they entered the cafeteria wasn’t surprising. But like they always did, the gazes fell just as quickly.

Who knew what the twins would look like? Mom hadn’t done herself any good getting all stressed and worried about Dad earlier, but both she and the babies were fine now.

Dad was in a… not great way. He’d taken a nasty blow to the head from the Nomu, saved from bigger injuries only by his helmet. If he hadn’t had that, he’d probably have suffered brain damage. And he’d probably have been dead if Shoto hadn’t shown up.

While Mom stayed with him, she’d charged Takuma with getting the rest of them something to eat from the cafeteria. He’d looked less than happy to have his thirteen, eleven, nine, and two year old siblings with him. Considering he’d once tried to sell Moji to Uncle Rikido, this wasn’t exactly a surprise.

Takuma gestured in the general direction of some tables. “Yamoto, Ren, take Moji and get us a table. Me and Haruto will get food.” He wasn’t looking up from his phone, where he was texting furiously. Maybe his boyfriend? Or maybe Kenta and Kimiko? Haruto didn’t know.

As Takuma went to get real food, he told Haruto to get some drinks. So he stood in front of the drink case, trying to decide what he should get. Mom honestly didn’t give a crap about what she ate, always indulging them in their wishes for pop and candy. It may have explained the number of cavities he’d had over the years.

His eyes widened as a bottle of water floated its way out of the case. He followed it to where a green-haired girl about his age was standing, phone in her other hand. Of course she’d be here. Her mom had gotten hurt too. And her dad had rescued Ground Zero. So yeah, no surprise. Of course. He needed to say something. Something smooth? No, not the time for that. Just keep it normal. Don’t let on that she’s the girl he really liked.

“Hana?” he asked, his voice cracking. Dammit, puberty! Why can’t you be cool?

Hana Midoriya looks up from her phone at that. “Oh, Haruto. Hey.” She pockets the phone and catches the Quirk-drawn water bottle in her hand. “How’s your dad?”

“He’s gonna be fine,” he said. “Took a nasty blow to the head, but he’s fine. How’s your mom?”

“Same,” Hana replied. “Dad sent us down here to get food. Put King Dork in charge.” She pointed over to a table—where Yamoto and the others were too—where her older brother, Toshi, and younger sister, Mako were sitting. Mako gave them a friendly wave, then went back to cooing over Moji.

“Hey, little bro,” Takuma said, coming up behind him, carrying a heavily laden tray, “you getting drinks or not?” His dark-eyes fell on Hana and recognition dawned on his face. “Oh, talking to your crush? Guess those can wait then.” He chuckled and walked off.

Haruto felt his face go flush with embarrassment. He was absolutely going to kill his brother!

***

Tsukushi Monoma has long adjusted to being the wife of a Hero. And really, she's more than happy to be supportive of everything that Neito has done in his career. Especially when he was first starting out and struggling. She's made her own Phantom Thief clothes for her and both of their children. She is her husband's biggest cheerleader, and she couldn't be prouder of him and all of his accomplishments.

But there are some days where she wishes that Neito had maybe pursued another career. Today is one of those days.

She had been making lunch for her youngest child, Takeru. They had been chatting to Tsukushi about the new book they were reading, and Tsukushi has been actively engaging in the conversation with them. Takeru was more reserved than Shiro, but they always talked to Tsukushi about the books they were reading.

The television was on in the background. She hadn't really been paying attention, until she noticed that Takeru was looking at the screen, a horrified look on their face.

Concern flashed across Tsukushi's face. "What's the matter, sweetheart?!

Takeru did speak. They just pointed at the screen. Tsukushi turned to face the television.

She wished she didn't.

"Reports of Nomu attacks are coming in from across Tokyo. Heroes are rushing to the scene, including Deku, Red Riot and Real Steel, Phantom Thief, Ground Zero, Shoto, and Lemillion."

Tsukushi's face paled. She'd heard enough about Nomus from Neito to know that they were absolutely horrifying and near impossible to fight. And her husband was out there, fighting them.

Wait...one of the heroes that the reporter had mentioned had been Red Riot. Shiro! Her son was out there, too, fighting these creatures! Of course, Eijiro lived across the street, and was a good friend, and she knew that Shiro was in good hands with Tetsutesu, but she couldn't help but feel worried about her son.

Tsukushi didn't even notice that she shattered the glass in her hand.

"Mom?" Takeru's voice brought her back down to earth. "Are you okay"

Shattered glass was on the floor. Luckily, she hadn't cut her hand up badly, which was good. Just a couple of cuts, and it didn't seem that there were any pieces of glass in her skin. So she wouldn't have to go to the emergency room.

She managed to give them a small smile. "I'm fine, sweetie. I'm just..."

"I'm scared too, Mom."

She wrapped her youngest in a hug. "I can shut it off, if you want."

Takeru shook their head. "No, we can keep it on. I...I want to make sure that Dad and Shiro are safe."

Tsukushi nodded. "Okay."

***

Tsukushi was driving to the hospital, trying to keep her hands steady at the wheel. She'd gotten the call from Kana, Neito was in the hospital. He was going to be fine, but he had at least two broken ribs, and a hairline fracture in his arm. She'd also been informed that Shiro had been admitted too, but he appeared to be fine.

Takeru had a constant pillar of support. They were wise beyond their six years, and Tsukushi was glad that they were with her through everything. She could tell that her youngest was scared, too, but trying to keep a tough face for her.

She pulled into the hospital parking lot. "You ready?"

In a rare show of psychical contact, Takeru extended their hand to her. "Ready."

Hand in hand, she walked hand in hand into the hospital with her youngest.

***

"Oh thank /goodness/ you're safe!" Tsukushi wrapped Shiro in the tightest hug, kissing his cheek.

"Mom!" Shiro blushed. "I'm fine!"

Tsukushi brushed a stray strand of hand out of her son's forehead. "I know, I was just very worried."

Shiro flushed a little. "I'm sorry, Mom."

"Sweetheart, you have nothing to apologize for. You know I couldn't be prouder or more supportive of you wanting to be a hero. Worrying about you is just something I'll always do, whether you're fifteen or fifty." She kissed the top of his head.

Shiro looked down. "I was so scared, Mom."

Tsukushi gave her son an understanding smile. "I know, sweetheart. And that's okay. Everyone gets scared sometimes."

Shiro nodded. Tsukushi squeezed his hand. "Now let's go check on your father, okay?"

***

"Neito!" It took everything Tsukushi had to not run and embrace her husband. She'd seen him beaten up before, but nothing like this.

Neito offered her and the kids a small smile. "Ah, there's my wonderful family."

Tsukushi gave him a smile. "Your wonderful family is just glad to see you safe."

"Oh?" He smiled at her playfully. "Did I worry you?"

She laughed. "Yes, you did, and you are never allowed to do that again."

Neito smiled at her. "I'll try my best."

Tsukushi smiled. Her family, while a little beaten up, was safe. And that was all she could ask for.

***

Shinji was standing outside of Katsumi's hospital room, anxiously fidgeting with his fingers. He didn't regret leaving Shiketsu the sudden way that he did, but from how Red Riot had explained it to him, he still had to call his parents. That was what made him nervous. His father, the number eight hero, Gale Force, had to be on the hero, as Shinji knew that his dad would have jumped into action the second the attack happened. Which likely meant that his mother, the number fourteen hero, Hurricane, had been with him.

Shinji didn't know which one was scarier. His dad was a pretty happy, loud, outgoing, cheerful guy for the most part, and his mother, while more reserved, was usually fairly calm and easygoing. However, seeing them angry was something he wasn't looking forward to.

Shinji sighed, just as Red Riot stepped out of the room after talking to Katsumi. The hero gave him a smile, and patted him on the shoulder.

"I don't know if I told you this, but what you did was pretty manly."

Shinji perked up, smiling widely at him "It was?"

Red Riot slapped him on the back. "Hell yeah! Rushing off to make sure your friends were okay is really manly! However, you don't have a hero license, so you were risking a lot. But you saved my little girl! I talked to your parents, and made clear to tell them that, so hopefully, they go easy on you."

Shinji laughed. "Yeah... hopefully."

Red Riot gave him a hug. "I gotta go check on my husband, but feel free to hang here until your parents get here, okay?"

Shinji nodded, not really having any words for once in his life. "Yeah, okay."

***

Shinji managed to track down Izzy, Mika, and Shota while he waited for his parents. Izzy, while exhausted, was fine. Mika had gotten a couple of bruises, but said that he could give her a full body inspection if he wanted to. Unfortunately, her parents arrived and kicked him out before he could. As for Shota, well, Shinji couldn't remember ever seeing his little friend so upset. Shinji hated that there didn't seem to be anything he could do to keep him from blaming himself for what happened to Ground Zero.

Shinji was making his way to check on Katsumi again when he felt a gust of wind, and found himself being locked into a hug, and picked off up the ground.

"I AM SO ANGRY AND PROUD OF YOU!" Dad's voice bellowed in his ears, setting him down.

Shinji took a moment to catch his breath, looking at his father, who appeared to be smiling...while also fighting an eye twitch.

"Hey, Dad," Shinji said sheepishly. "I know that probably wasn't the smartest idea, but I was so worried about my girlfriend and my friends and I-"

His father laughed, whacking him on the back. "I SHOULD BE FLYING IN RAGE AT YOU FOR DOING SOMETHING SO RECKLESS BUT YOU SAVED KATSUMI! I AM FILLED WITH FATHERLY PRIDE!"

Shinji beamed. Dad was proud of him. That meant he wasn't going to get in trouble, right?

He spoke too soon.

"SHINJI YOARASHI!"

An angry female voice came from the hallway, and peaking around Dad, Shinji could see his mother, Sakura, walking towards them. Though she was significantly shorter than the both of them, the look in her eyes was one of pure rage.

Oh, she was /pissed/.

Dad laughed putting an arm around Mom's shoulder. "Now, Sakura, I was just telling Shinji how proud we are of him, and how we're not angry."

Mom gave Dad a /look/. "Oh, we're mad."

"Okay, we're mad...but he's not in trouble!"

Mom narrowed her eyes. "Oh, he's in trouble." She turned her gaze to Shinji. "You. Are. GROUNDED."

Shinji looked at his feet, feeling like he was suddenly five years old. "Yes, Mom."

Dad laughed. "But honey, he saved Katsumi, and we should be proud!"

Mom's face softened a little bit. "Of course I'm proud. Shinji, what you did was very brave However, what you did was also reckless and stupid. You're just a student, and you don't have a hero license yet. You could've been arrested. You could've gotten yourself and Katsumi seriously hurt or killed. These kinds of actions have to consequences, so for you're grounded for two months."

Shinji gasped. "Two months?!"

"Do you want your original punishment? Because it was going to be a year on my way over here."

"Two months is fine."

Mom smiled, wrapping him in a hug. "I thought so. Now, I'll let you say goodbye to your friends, but after that, we're leaving. Okay?"

Shinji nodded. He could take being grounded. In the end, he knew he did the right thing helping his friends when they needed him.

***

David Togata doesn't get worried easily. His parents often said that out of his siblings, he was the most rational. He's seen his father and his Uncle Izuku get injured a fair amount of times, and they always made it looked like it wasn't something to really worry about. No matter how bad things got, you just carried on with a smile.

David wasn't smiling right now. He had been in the workshop with Ms. Hatsume as part of his support internship when the news about the Nomu attacks came in. Right away, the pair had turned on the television, where shots of Dad and Uncle Izuku fighting them came in. Dad looked like his hand had been broken, and Uncle Izuku looked more stressed out that he'd even seem him.

Actually, David had never seen either one of them looked stress.

Shots panned in and out of different heroes around the city fighting the Nomus. His oldest brother, Tamaki, fighting the Nomus with The Voice and Glamour, his body cackling with green energy. His sister, Nejire, with the Laughing Man, downtown.

Ms. Hatsume stared at the screen, her face pale. "My babies..."

That was right. Both of her children, the twins, were out doing their internships, as well. So was her husband.

David reach forward and grabbed her hand. They were going to have a rough couple of hours.

***

David arrived at the hospital with Ms. Hatsume. They gotten reports that her husband had been admitted, along with David's father and siblings. None of them had any major injuries, but still, the worry was present. When they got in the lobby, Ms. Hatsume gave him a quick hug and wished him luck, before rushing off to find his family.

David found his family in a hospital room where his sister was being treated. His father had his broken hand wrapped up. Tamaki had a few scratches, but that quirk of his made him really sturdy. Nejire was in the bed, her ankle elevated and in a cast, and a bandage around her head. His mother sat next her on the bed, stroking her hair.

Dad beamed at him. "David!" He sprung up from his seat and wrapped him in a hug. "It looks like the whole family is here now!"

David smiled, returning the hug. "I came with Ms. Hatsume." He looked over at Nejire. "What happened to your ankle?"

Nejire giggled. "It's nothing! It's just a little broken. And I might have gotten a teeny tiny concussion."

Tamaki smirked at him. "Nejire's on painkillers. She's super loopy right now."

"I am not!" Nejire pouted at him.

David rolled his eyes. His siblings were ridiculous sometimes. "Glad no one got super injured."

Mom smiled. "That's the best we can hope for. Everyone's a little singed up, but we'll be okay.'

Nejire giggled again. "Well, I better heal up soon, because I cannot take Hayai on the date with my ankle like this."

At the word "date", Dad's eyes lit up. "Ooooooh, you got a date!?"

David laughed. Dad was constantly trying to set all three of them up with someone.

Nejire started going on about a girl in her class she'd asked out. Tamaki and Mom laughed, teasing Dad about being too involved in his kids' love life.

David smiled, finding a chair and relaxing into it. Yeah, his family could be a little much sometimes, but he wouldn't trade them for anything, and he was glad they were safe.

***

Izuku was tired, bone wearily tired. Not from the physical exertion of the morning—the power of One for All made sure of that. He was connected to it on a level not even All Might had ever achieved and had had ample opportunity to build its power over the years. Certainly, his joints ached. They always did. And his right arm always hurt, no matter what else he did. Even with his mastery of his inherited Quirk, the old damage he’d done to his body could not be undone. But he had learned to live with that pain, to smile and to embrace all the good that was in his life.

That was not why he was tired.

No, he was tired in ways that went way beyond the physical.

Ochaco was resting peacefully in the hospital bed. They’d allowed her to be up to check on Katsumi, but insisted she get more rest. She’d taken a nasty blow to the head, but was expected to make a full recovery and be back in action in maybe a couple weeks. He’d sent Toshi, Hana, and Mako down to the cafeteria to get something to eat, leaving him alone to sit by her bedside, alone with his thoughts.

He wore scrubs, offered by the hospital, since his costume had been covered in blood. Someone from his agency had collected it for cleaning. Either that or he’d handed it off to someone who was now selling it on MeBay. Things had been a bit of a blur after he’d arrived.

It looked like there were going to be a lot of people home in their neighborhood, at least for a time. Denki, Ochaco, Neito, and, of course, Kacchan… And more across the city. So many of his friends had been hurt.

There were burdens that came with being the Number One (and occasionally Number Two, when Mirio had a particularly impressive run of things) Hero. And there were burdens that came with being the Symbol of Hope. Not the Symbol of Peace, like Dad had been, but the Symbol of Hope. Of inspiring others to believe, not in him, but that evil could be beaten and that good men and women could stand up, that everyone had the potential within them to make the world a better place, in some way. It demanded much of his time, exposed his family to significant scrutiny.

Before he had finished his third year of U.A., he and his friends had broken the back of the League of Villains and put an end to the legacy of All for One forever. The same year he had lost his father in a plane crash. It had been a hell of a year. But it had also rocketed him towards the top on a meteoric trajectory that he still couldn’t believe, even decades later.

They’d built a better world. One where the threat of Villains was not so constant. They’d settled down, raised families, and looked to the future of a new generation of Heroes.

In an instant, when the Nomu had appeared, the fears of childhood had returned. They had suspected that someone was making a play for power. The Quirk Virus, the theft of the Nomu corpse, the breaking of Plague out of prison (Had he so badly misjudged the man? An escape made no sense at all…), it all added up to something far more sinister and larger than any of them had grappled with in years.

And then the messages and reports had started pouring in. From various Agency dispatches, from news drones, even from men and women on the street. It hadn’t just been the one. It had been so many more. The Heroes of Tokyo and surrounding wards had come together to fight the Nomu, but they had paid a terrible price for it. So many of his friends were injured. Even Ochaco… And Kacchan…

Despite what he had told himself as a child and a teenager, he and Kacchan had not always been friends. It had taken him a long time to realize the way he’d been treated had been far from okay. But the two of them had made true amends and become real friends. He’d even been Kacchan’s best man at his wedding.

So many of their children had seen action during the morning’s events. They’d been extraordinarily lucky that none of them had been seriously injured. Not like their own Internships. But almost all of them had been far too close to the action for his comfort. Toshi claimed he was fine, but Izuku suspected he was putting on a brave face. And Haimawari and Kocho didn’t even have the kind of context Toshi did. He hoped they weren’t scared off. There was so much potential in both of them.

He, his friends, and the other Heroes who had taken their children on as Interns were handing them back to U.A. a broken group. But he knew Aizawa and the staff would do what they could for them. His alma mater took the mental health of its students very seriously now. As parents, they would do their part too. They had lived through experiences just as terrifying. Maybe their words of wisdom would be enough.

The news was saying that he had saved the city this morning. And maybe he had. But he hadn’t been there for his friend when it had mattered most. Hadn’t been there for a lot of his friends when they’d been hurt. For his wife. What was the point of having all this power, of being a Hero, if he couldn’t help those closest to him when it really mattered?

They would all tell him that he couldn’t, shouldn’t be everywhere. That was the kind of thinking that had lead society to depend upon Dad more than it should have and had made it vulnerable when he’d no longer been capable of being that pillar. And yes, it was likely his actions had kept Kacchan from dying in the streets. That probably would have broken poor Shota even more than he already was.

What kind of Hero, what kind of Symbol was he, if an evil great enough to do all this still existed?

It didn’t mean he didn’t feel like a failure all the same.

Like…

It made him feel like…

Like a useless deku.

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