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Until the Day I Die - MHA Fanfic

Cross Posted - AO3

Word Count - 2970

Summary : Obanai Shinobi just hopes for an easy year as she works at UA High School, counseling young future heroes who seem to just attract trouble. With the looming doom of the League of Villains, along with a mysterious vigilante who haunts Shinobi’s life, nothing’s easy.

She must learn how to navigate memories and pain she had tried so hard to ignore while also making sure no child died while in the school’s care, but the biggest question she had was if she'd be able to do that without a quirk.

Chapter One - Another Day Another Hero

It was a quiet night, light pollution in the city clouding the starry sky, though with how far out the warehouse was one could see a few if they tried really hard. The dilapidated building was abandoned, once used as some hero support tech factory but after a bad villain attack they deemed it unusable.

However, despite how calm it was, despite the gentle sounds of someone cleaning their gun, a man sat sobbing and begging for mercy, “Please! I’ll give you anything! Anything at all, is it money? I have plenty of money!”

Matsumoto Ankoku, leader of a small group of petty criminals that prey on the poorer side of the city. Tying folks in need to debts they couldn’t pay back, leading them to be terrorized by the goons for whatever money they could scrounge up. Which eventually led the people finding a way to contact a certain vigilante to assist them out of desperation. Seeing as they had borrowed money from criminals and they’d rather stay out of jail.

The masked figure didn’t even spare the pathetic man a glance, continuing to clean their gun as if they didn’t have a man tied to a chair, beaten and bloody. Their calm silence only served to unnerve their captive more, succeeding as he screamed out in hopes someone- *anyone* would hear him.

His captor calmly looked up towards him, glaring from behind their mask. They were an odd vigilante, they looked the part with the dark clothes and mysterious persona. The tech they wore was unfamiliar, a dangerous red glow to the enhancements. It wasn’t clear what kind of quirk they supported, with matching arm and leg guards, and a bullet proof vest it was anyone’s guess. In this situation, quirks didn’t matter much unfortunately.

“Oh shut up,” the vigilante grumbled, finally meeting the end of their patience, voice staticky from the voice modulator in their mask, “I don’t want your dirty money, but someone asked me to clean up their mess… and I suppose I’m nothing more than a janitor now huh?”

“What-What do you mean?” He whimpered, shaking as he chuckled softly, attempting to mask his fear “Come on, please, talk to me! I got plenty of shit, I got weapons- real good ones too! You like weapons right?”

The click of their gun signaled their intention and the fact his time was coming near, the vigilante clearly ignoring his offers, “You’ve got that lovely mansion out in the woods, surrounded by guards and pretty expensive dogs. Not to mention… that necklace on your wife’s neck, was that not recently stolen from Yamanashi?”

“Do-Do you want the necklace? My house- take it! Take everything in it!” Because if anyone was going after him must be out for money, right?

“I don’t want any of that shit,” the vigilante tilted their head, a hidden smirk spreading across their face, “I’ve been asked to kill you.”

“Kill me…? But why?!” Matsumoto tugged on his restraints uselessly, “What could you possibly gain from killing me?!”

“Oh, ok maybe not kill per say, but I’m taking a few creative liberties,” they shrugged, “I don’t gain anything, other than a night of lost sleep.”

“Who the hell are you!?”

“No one you’ll need to know, not like it’ll serve you much in the after life. You’re lucky I have an early morning and want to get this over with.” they answered, ignoring the last question.

Their arm raised, aiming.

“Wait- please!” He tried, fruitlessly, a single gunshot silencing his annoying wailing.

His body was left tied to the chair as his murderer walked away, leaving the crime scene to be found by some idiotic teens being places they shouldn’t.

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Shinobi glanced at her watch, annoyed at the jackass in front of her, “Oh just order a normal fucking coffee…” she groaned, knowing she was about to be late to work.

“Mmmm,” the woman didn’t hear her grumbles, tapping a finger on her lips in thought, “How does the brown sugar frappe taste?”

“Ah, really good ma’am, would you like to order it?”

“Oh, can I get a sample?”

“I don’t know ma’am, the line is getting a little long,” the poor girl was just trying to get the line moving, chuckling nervously, but the older woman didn’t seem keen on making a decision any time soon…

“Don’t rush me!” The older woman glared.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but I need to keep the line moving…” Junko hummed, glancing away and silently begging someone to handle this instead, “I’m sure you’ll have plenty of time to look at the menu while I help the other customers.”

“And you don’t think I’m a paying customer too? I want to try something new! Every single time I come in here, you stupid teenagers ruin my drink-”

“Lady if you don’t order your damn drink and move on.” Shinobi interrupted, she needed some coffee, staying up all night doing paperwork was not the way she wanted to start the new school year and it left her with very little patience, “It’s not like you have anywhere to be,”

“Excuse me? Who do you think you are?” The pissy bitch huffed and puffed, gasping when Shinobi just stepped around her.

“Hey, Junko, just the usual please,”

Junko sighed softly, relieved to not have to deal with the ornery customer as the woman quickly went to find whoever was in charge, “You’re later than usual,”

“Had a late night and slept through my alarm,” the woman frowned, both of them ignoring the previous lady screaming at the manager about them.

“Damn, well I’d love to catch up but we’re packed,” Junko smiled, knowing Shinobi wouldn’t cause her any trouble.

“No worries,” she waved, stepping away after getting her coffee, “Gotta run, have a good day,”

“You too!” Junko smiled, getting back to work.

Shinobi wasn’t all too worried about her job, being a counselor for Japan’s top hero academy was honestly an easy gig. At least until Aizawa decides to expel an entire class and she had parents basically up her ass demanding their kids be let back into school. That was the worst year, so much paperwork and then Aizawa just casually re-enrolled the students without telling her a thing- “The stupid bastard…” she grumbled, finally getting to the faculty office and sitting down. She didn’t even have a moment to sip on her coffee before the first of many conversations started.

“Miss Obanai!” The little mouse… bear, dog…? Animal thing she called a boss suddenly appeared, making her flinch, “Welcome back to school for the new year, you missed the exam spectate,”

She could already tell he wasn’t all too happy about her absence, but Shinobi was fully aware he wasn’t truly mad about it. She’d be caught up before school officially started anyways.

“Yeah, I emailed you about previous engagements,” she hummed, setting her desk back up after her time off, “I’m sure it’ll be fine,”

“Of course, but we have a very impressive line up of students this year,” Principal Nedzu smiled, sitting on her desk, “Along with new faculty!”

“Yeah, All Might… what a headache,” she sighed, already feeling one coming just by the thought of the loud hero. She could only handle one loud blonde…

“Now, Miss Obanai, no time to waste! You have plenty of work to catch up on!” He cheered the tired woman on as she groaned.

She actually did enjoy her job, more than she’d like to admit at least. She loved seeing kids achieve their dreams of becoming a hero, helping them through the process, seeing as she couldn’t do it. Being without a quirk was a pain in the ass, and a disappointing thing to hear as a child of two pro heroes.

Any dream of becoming a hero was squashed, and she accepted it, she had to. Working hard throughout school, eventually landing a job at UA as a school counselor. Where she proudly advocated for students and their well-being, not just their physical health but also mental. No hero could help people if they couldn’t help themselves.

Shinobi situated herself, opening her laptop to start looking at the new roster of teens looking to be heroes or support, at least until someone’s phone was shoved in her face, “Look! Ghost attacked again!”

“Who was it this time?” Shinobi huffed, uninterested as the scantily dressed heroine sat on her desk.

Kayama Nemuri, the first person Shinobi could say for certain was her friend, quirk or not Kayama was attached to her hip and vice versa.

“Some low ranking boss in the Yakuza,” Kayama smirked, “All the way in Tokyo too, wow he sure does move, still odd no one’s gotten even close to finding him,”

“He’s a vigilante,” Shinobi shrugged, leaning back and reading the article on the woman’s phone, “He probably knows how to clean up after himself, but he hasn’t killed any civilians. Didn’t he dismantle that old villain organization? What was it called again?”

“The Ceramics? Please anyone could have gotten rid of those idiots, even a baby~” Kayama snickered, “But he does seem to have some sort of twisted sense of Justice, a shame he didn’t go the hero route- bet he’s hot~”

“You just say that ‘cause you’re curious,” Shinobi laughed.

“What can I say? I like a man in a mask,” she joked, glancing at her computer, “You’re already starting work? School doesn’t start for another week!”

“Yeah but I procrastinated. Nedzu wants me to make some speech during orientation,”

“Oooh, public speaking, your one weakness,”

“Shut up,” she snorted, “I can speak in public, but I’m not a motivational speaker, I’m sure that’s why they hired All Might… seems odd though… you’d think he’s too busy with all his hero work to worry about the future generation of heroes,”

“You missed the exam spectate,” Kayama shrugged, “There was a meeting too, introducing him ya know? He’s getting up there in age, I’m sure he’s just trying to make sure there’s someone that can replace him for his retirement.”

“That’s… kinda sad,” Shinobi was no fan of All Might but she would be lying if she said she didn’t admire him for all he’s done for Japan and the world.

He’s the main reason most kids want to become a hero, the reason schools like UA exist. To make honorable heroes to protect and serve the people, even if she doubted anyone could ever make it to All Might’s level.

His quirk alone was a mystery, having avoided answering questions about it was made to look easy. She couldn’t help but sit there thinking about all the theorized quirks that man could have, holding her chin in thought-

“Ah! You’re doing it again!” Kayama teased, poking Shinobi’s cheek.

“Oh, scram Nemuri! Don’t you have work to do?”

“Yeah, yeah, I finished it a few days ago, I’m all ready for my class,” she smiled, waving her hand to dismiss Shinobi’s scoldings, “But you always do that cute little face when you start thinking too hard about something~”

“I’m not cute.” She blushed, turning back to her computer to look busy.

“Sure you’re not~” Kayama winked before sauntering off to annoy the other teachers after not seeing them for so long.

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Shinobi sighed softly, sitting in her chair as Principal Nedzu welcomed the students to their new year. All except Class 1-A were there.

‘If that bastard expels his whole class again,’ Shinobi cursed in her mind as she zoned out, crossing her arms as her eyes floated over the heads of all the students.

So many of them are now in their third years, the last year she’d see them, she never admitted it but she always missed the old students. Shinobi worried about them, about how far they’d make it, not all heroes survive for long. So many fail to make it past the sidekick work, finding it easier to quit or they die trying to make it in the higher ranks. She wondered what it felt like to rise above the rest and become a hero everyone adored, was it truly as amazing as they make it look?

She flinched a bit, Yamada nudging her, “You’re up!” He offered a thumbs up, pushing the woman gently out of her seat to give her speech.

She mentally cursed herself for not paying attention, she was meant to go after All Might and she completely zoned him out, “Hello students, both new and returning…” she muttered into the microphone awkwardly.

“My name is Obanai Shinobi, one of the counselors for the time you’ll be here at UA, any questions and concerns you have I will be able to answer… um, oh and for the third years, please come visit me whenever you wish to know anything about the Agency Placing Program…” the woman glanced over to the other teachers, “Good luck, don’t die.”

“What a speech,” Kayama snickered when Shinobi sat back down.

“Don’t tease… I don’t know what to say to kids,”

“Now they think they’re gonna die,” Yamada chuckled, getting up to finish the orientation announcements before lunch.

Shinobi got tired of the loud blonde pretty quickly, sneaking out of the auditorium to look for the missing class. She had a feeling Aizawa was wringing them dry already, he never gave his students a peaceful moment.

She was not expecting All Might however, to be peering around the corner of the building watching. Silent as she stood next to him to see what he was so curious about that he had also snuck out of orientation, she paused at the sight of a green haired kid throwing a ball- ‘Even I could throw it farther than that…’ Shinobi deadpanned, shocked at the lame attempt.

It was quickly proven that Aizawa had used his erasure quirk on the kid, however. The tired teacher’s quirk had always amazed Shinobi, a part of her jealous that she couldn't have a useless ability at the very least. Getting lost in her thoughts again as Aizawa scolded the poor new student, she mindlessly leaned on All Might, her hand on his arm as she continued to watch as the young boy went to throw the ball again.

She didn’t notice how the hero she leaned on got tense, unaware she had been there until she touched him. All Might was shocked to say the least, surprised she had managed to sneak up on him even if that wasn’t her intent. She must have been checking out the new students as well, or well All Might wasn't checking on the new students more so checking on one specific student. Midoriya Izuku, otherwise ‘affectionately’ dubbed Deku by Bakugou Katsuki.

Midoriya wasn’t seemingly exceptional in any way, yet when he threw that ball a second time, Shinobi’s eyes widened. The ball flew from the force of the throw, but it was clear he was injured from it. Whatever quirk Midoriya had was not one he could seem to rely on, any time he used it it left him hurt and damaged.

Surely he had plenty of time before school started to figure out his quirk and handle it, yet he still stood, “Mr. Aizawa… you see? I’m still standing!”

Shinobi sighed softly before pushing herself off All Might, leaving the man glancing at her, “Don’t you have places to be?” She finally acknowledged him.

“Ah well, I’m simply checking on my class is all!”

“Checking on the class?” She rose a brow, “This isn’t your only class,”

“Yes, but the only class that missed orientation!”

“Every class that happened to have Aizawa as a homeroom teacher misses orientation, it's an every year occurrence,” Shinobi informed, “I’m sure they’re fine, none of them are crying yet at least.”

“I suppose so…” he stood there, tense, not sure what to say to the woman.

“You were watching Midoriya,” she pointed out, just staring up at him blankly, “Why?”

“Ah! You’re very perceptive! But I was merely watching Young Midoriya because he was put on the spot!”

“Oh…” she didn’t believe him completely, but it wasn’t anything she had the energy to argue about, “Obanai Shinobi,”

“Huh?”

“My name is Obanai, you weren’t there for my introduction and I missed the meeting earlier this month.”

“Right! It’s a pleasure to meet you Miss Oban-”

“Are you always smiling like that?”

“Of course! I smile to-”

“It’s creepy.”

All Might froze for a split second, he’d never heard that before. He began doubting himself for a second, wondering if it really was creepy and how many people he must have frightened by it, “Is it?”

Shinobi nodded, “It’s not a natural smile, it just seems forced.” she pointed out before she waved, “I have to get back to work, it would be wise not to favor Midoriya. You don’t want the other students to think you give him special treatment.”

“I’m not playing favorites-”

“I’m just warning you, your job is to train the whole class, not just one of them…” Shinobi looked back out at the group of students looking at their scores and ranks.

She could already tell this year was going to be a long one…