#oc: unfathomable endeavor

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I posted before about how lucky Endeavor was that Nighteye died before he was officially named number one hero and here’s a fanfiction I wrote to illustrate exactly what I meant by that. (it’s also on Ao3 if you want to go support me there. Use the link in my description)

And you should know I had to physically restrain myself from including my ocs in this because then the story would have been a multichapter and we don’t have time for that right now. 

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“And the number one hero for this year is the Flame Hero, Endeavor!”

The crowd cheered but Mirai remained still and quiet in his wheelchair. Endeavor the number one hero? The idea was unfathomable. He knew he had taken the number one spot (by default) after All Might’s retirement and he had assumed that his (default) status would not hold. Not against such fine and charismatic heroes like Best Jeanist, Hawks, and Ryukyu. But it appeared despite Endeavor’s lack of charisma or any likeable qualities whatsoever, he had taken the number one spot. 

He glanced at All Might who sat only a few seats away from him, expecting some sort of reaction, but he was clapping and smiling with everyone else. Surely All Might saw what a problem it was to have Endeavor as the number one?

“Everything all right, Sir?” Mirio asked from over his shoulder. He had volunteered to wheel Mirai around for this excursion. He had insisted that he had recovered enough to walk, but his doctors and Mirio had been adamant that his body needed the rest, hence the wheelchair. His sleeve fluttered loosely at his side, a reminder of his missing arm. And while his whole body seemed to protest at even sitting up, he didn’t like the idea of everyone coddling him. It was just a near death experience. He didn’t see why that gave everyone an excuse to treat him like he was made of glass. 

“I’m fine,” he replied. “Just thinking.”

After the ceremony, he spoke briefly with All Might. Things were improving between them, but there was still a whole chasm of unspoken words between them that neither were willing to breach just yet. It didn’t seem like an appropriate time to bring up his feelings about Endeavor taking the number one spot and he suspected All Might already knew how Mirai felt about it. So they made polite conversation, wished each other well, and Mirai was taken home. 

He wasn’t sure what exactly prompted him to pick up the phone a few days later and dial the Endeavor agency. Maybe it was the conversation with All Might earlier that day when he mentioned that Endeavor had asked him for advice on how to be a symbol of peace. Maybe it was the ache in his side or maybe it was the all encompassing boredom of not having anything to do. Whatever it was, there was no one around to stop him from making the call. 

All he had to say was his hero name and that he wanted to speak directly to Endeavor and he was connected to him almost immediately. He may be officially retired, but his reputation alone made it easy to get in contact with any hero he wanted. People respected his foresight as much as they feared it.

“Hello?” Endeavor answered in a gruff tone. Mirai frowned. He was as unhumorous as ever. 

“Hello. I apologize for calling you during the day, I am sure as the new number one hero you are very busy.”

That wasn’t entirely true. Mirai wasn’t sorry at all to have interrupted Endeavor in whatever he was doing, he only said it to give him an opportunity to be gracious or humorous or show any sign of charisma at all. 

“I am busy. What do you want?”

Strike one. “All Might told me you were asking for advice about how to be the new Symbol of Peace. As his former sidekick, I thought I might offer my own insight into the issue.” Endeavor was quiet, so Mirai plowed ahead. “Is there a time and place we could meet?”

“I have some time later this evening. Come by my agency at eight.”

No offer to come to him, which in another other situation Mirai would consider rude, especially given his current state, but it was nice to have at least one person who didn’t treat him like fragile goods. A mark in the positives, but it was a hesitant one. 

“Very well. I will see you then.”

* * *

Mirai sat across from Endeavor, his pale suit hanging a little looser and the lines under his eyes a little deeper than usual, but other than that he looked as put together as ever. He didn’t use his wheelchair, but did take his cane. For all his bluster that he was fine, walking was an exertion these days and the cane helped. 

Endeavor stared him down from across the table. He seemed to be struggling to find something to say. Mirai simply stared him down and remained stubbornly quiet in order to force him to say something first. 

“You are looking well,” Endeavor managed at last in a forced polite tone. 

“Thank you,” Mirai replied. “I recently lost ten pounds.” He reached over and shook his empty sleeve. Endeavor paled at the reference to his injury and remained silent. “That was a joke,” Mirai said, letting the sleeve fall to his side again. 

“Oh. Right. Of course.”

He sighed. He knew his sense of humor often came as a surprise to people, but that should have at least elicited a laugh of surprise. Strike two. 

“You said you had some advice for me?” Endeavor began. 

Mirai cut him off. “I will be blunt with you, Endeavor. I do not think you deserve the number one spot. I do not think you are capable of being the symbol of peace that people need right now. In short, I find you lacking of any charisma or humor at all. You are completely and totally unworthy of the position given to you.”

Endeavor’s flames rose a little higher on his shoulders as his scowl deepened. He stood up so fast he knocked over his chair. “How dare you,” he roared. “You come in here under the pretense of help to insult me?”

Strike three. He was unmoved by his display of anger and he watched him with clinical indifference, like a scientist observing a volatile but predictable chemical reaction. “It is not an insult if it is a statement of fact.” His gold eyes were hard and cold as he stared him down. “I am aware of your track record of being unnecessarily violent when subduing villains. I am also aware of your...questionable treatment of your family.”

He recoiled a bit. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“I may not be able to be a hero any more, but I can still do math. Your children are all exactly four years apart, almost as if you were more interested in manufacturing a favorable quirk mixture than being a father. Not to mention the fact that your wife has been in a mental institution for the past six years. Honestly, based on your behavior in these past few minutes I am surprised you didn’t drive her to madness sooner.” 

Endeavor was on him before he could blink, lifting him out of his chair by the front of his suit. Mirai could feel the heat from his flames on his face. “You shut your mouth--” Whatever obscenities he had left to say were silenced as the top of Mirai’s cane slammed into his gut. He let the thin man go and Miria spun the cane around and jabbed him in the throat. He stumbled away, clutching his neck. The hit hadn’t broken anything, but it had traumatized his larynx enough to give Miria a few moments of silence. Endeavor was lucky, if Mirai had been in peak physical condition the blow would have crushed his windpipe.

He stepped back and straightened out his suit coat. “All Might wasn’t just a hero when the cameras were on him. He was always kind and caring, no matter how tired he was or how vile the villain before him. To him, every life had value. Even now, as a retired hero, he shows compassion towards brash, violent heroes like you who think strength is all it takes to be a symbol of hope and light.”

Endeavor let out an angry wheeze, but had no other reply. 

“You are unworthy Endeavor. And unless you can find a way to change your nature, I am afraid that is how you will remain.” He turned and made his way towards the door. 

“Wait,” Endeavor called. His voice was strained and strangled, but he appeared to have recovered from Mirai’s attack. “Tell me what I have to do. All Might said I need to find my own path, but I don’t know what that means.”

Mirai’s expression was as stern as his tone. “Grow a spine and stop being so afraid of what people think of you.”

* * *

It didn’t take long for word to get around about Mirai’s visit to the Endeavor agency. Toshinori of course was appalled. “I understand that it’s your nature to speak your mind,” he scolded him. “But you can’t impose your vision of what a symbol should look like on other people.”

They sat in front of the teacher’s dorm at UA. Mirai had come to see Eri and Midoriya for the first time since his discharge from the hospital. He watched Eri laugh and smile as she ran after Mirio. Some other members of class A were joining in on the impromptu game of tag out on the lawn and Mirai and Toshinori stood off to the side. Mirai watched how kind and gentle Midoriya was as he played with Eri and his classmates. It was a far cry from the nervous, stammering boy who stood in his office a month ago. 

“I already apologized to Midoriya for my harsh assessment of him,” Mirai replied. 

Toshinori spat up a bit of blood in surprise. Sir Nighteye very rarely apologized and rarely did he apologize for his assessment of a person. “This is not about Young Midoriya. This is about Endeavor. I understand your concerns, but isn't it better that people have an imperfect symbol than nothing?”

“If he stepped down, they wouldn’t have the lack of a symbol, but a better one. Any other hero in the top ten could do a better job than Endeavor. Except perhaps Hawks.”

“What’s wrong with Hawks?” he replied. “I would have thought of all of the heroes in the top ten you would like him the most.”

“He is humorous and young, yes. But I’ve heard him openly admit he dislikes All Might and that automatically makes him untrustworthy.”

Toshinori sighed and rubbed his eyes. “You are as insufferable as ever, aren’t you?” His tone was soft and endearing as he said it. It was a phrase Mirai heard often when they had worked together. 

He smiled. “That is who I am.”

Toshinori looked at him and realized he was texting on his phone. “Are you even paying attention to me?” he asked. 

“I am. I heard every word. I can listen to you and send Endeavor anonymous texts at the same time.”

“You’re what?” He tried to grab the phone from him, but Mirai was faster and he kept it out of his reach. “Where did you even get his personal number?”

“I gave it to him,” Todoroki said. They looked up and saw he had managed to walk up to them without either of them noticing. 

Toshinori took advantage of the moment to snatch the phone out of Mirai’s hands. “Young Todoroki, no matter what Sir Nighteye might have said to you…”

“He didn’t ask me for it,” he replied. “After he told my old man off, I asked Midoriya to pass the number along to Sir Nighteye.” He nodded to him. “Thank you for what you’ve been doing.”

Toshinori scrolled through the conversation, which were all just messages Mirai had sent. Endeavor hadn’t replied even once. It appeared to be a thorough critique of every fight public villain incident Endeavor had been involved in for the past few weeks. Some of the texts were actually very constructive. Others were more...belligerent. 

“So he has been getting them,” Mirai replied. “I’ve been worried that they weren’t going through.”

“Don’t worry. He’s been getting them.” Todoroki smiled. “It’s almost all he can talk about anymore. He knows it’s you but he also knows he can’t do anything to get you to stop.”

“Tell him I will lose his number the moment he stops being a self-centered man child.”

Toshinori put the phone in his pocket with a deep sigh. “I don’t know what I’m going to do with you.”

“Me?” Todoroki asked. 

“No, Sir Nighteye. I know exactly what I’m going to do with you.” He puffed up into his All Might form. “Extra laps at training for the next week!”

He shrugged. “Alright.” He bowed slightly. “It was nice to meet you, Sir Nighteye.”

“And you, Young Todoroki.”

As soon as he left, Mirai pulled out a second phone and continued texting. Toshinori gaped at him. “If you had a second phone, then why did you put up all of that fight?”

“My doctor said I need more exercise.”

The joke made him laugh, louder and longer than he had in a long time. He put a hand on Mirai’s shoulder. “I missed you.”

He smiled up at him. “I missed you too.”

[pandastern]

Gravity (Bakugou x OC)

Part 12: Heart to Heart

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Masterlist  II  AO3

Bakugou x Vigilante!OC

Warnings: angst, explicit language, violence

Word count:   2080

Genre: enemies to lovers ; angst ; romance, slow burn

When a new student makes an entrance, Bakugou has a real bad feeling. There is something about this girl that just doesnt feel right. From the flaming hair to the calculating glint in her green eyes, everything about her just pisses him off.

Little does he know that his fate is intertwined with the person he despises so much, defining his future path in a way he would have never expected

When Aizawa opened the infirmary door, the scent of nitroglycerin hit him like a wall. Taking in the room before him, he noticed two things. Firstly, Artemis was sitting hunched over on the bed, holding her red face in her hands and shaking. Secondly, Bakugou was standing in the corner of the room furthest away from her, stubbornly facing the wall. The overpowering scent of the explosive compound was proof that the young man was sweating buckets.

That was suspicious. Aizawa was used to seeing the two at one another’s throats, but finding them in this state made him suspect that they didn’t hate each other as much as they led on. At least, not anymore.

Teenagers…

“Oh, dear, you don't look so good.” Recovery Girl's voice cut through the room as she rushed towards the shaking Artemis and pressed a small hand to her forehead. “Hm… It doesn’t seem to be a fever, but your heart rate is elevated-”

“I’m fine!” Artemis huffed stubbornly, though the slight tremble in her voice didn’t go unnoticed by Aizawa. 

While that was going on, Bakugou had slowly moved towards the door, probably hoping to remain unseen. Aizawa couldn’t recall a time he’d seen the young man so flustered. The tips of his ears were almost as red as Artemis’s hair.

He sighed and shook his head, deciding to give Bakugou his wish and pretend he hadn’t seen him. Given his explosive temperament, it was probably a better option for everyone involved.

When Bakugou had left, Aizawa shifted his attention back to his newest problem child. He pulled up a chair as best as he could with only one working arm and waited until Recovery Girl had finished patching her up.

“There, that should do it,” the old lady huffed, stepping back.

Now that her treatment was over, Aizawa cleared his throat and asked, “Could I have a moment alone with my student?” His eyes focused on Artemis.

Recovery Girl sighed deeply, but agreed and left through the door. For a few moments, silence fell upon the room as Aizawa sized up the girl in front of him.

Artemis shifted uncomfortably. As usual, he picked up the distrust in her body language, like an animal in a cage, ready to defend itself.

“Miss Moon, what were the conditions that I gave you for taking part in the Sports Festival?” Aizawa asked slowly.

Artemis took a deep breath, her face shifting into an unreadable mask. “You said I was fine to compete as long as I was healthy enough.”

“Then, explain to me why I’m sitting in the Nurse's Office with you after just one round.”

She ground her teeth. “I was fine. I am fine! I don't understand why everyone is making such a fuss.” Despite the conviction in her words, she avoided Aizawa’s eyes.

“Do I really have to explain to you how stupid, irresponsible and reckless your actions were?” asked Aizawa. “As a hero, citizens will depend on you and your abilities, not to mention your teammates. If you can’t admit that you’re not up to a job, you not only endanger yourself, but the people around you.”

With every scolding word, he began to see steel walls rise up between him and his student. A vault with a hundred metal doors. That's what Aizawa could see in Artemis Moon. He’d taken on students with difficult backgrounds before. This one, however, left him puzzled. An unfathomable anger burned deep in her green eyes, though what it was directed towards, exactly, he couldn’t say.

“What does it matter?” she snapped. “In the USJ, I got the job done before the teachers showed up, didn’t I? I would have gotten the job done here, as well! I’m not so weak that I need to be sheltered and babied. Trust me when I say I’ve been through worse.” She got up suddenly. “As long as the objective is cleared and the mission is a success, it doesn't matter what happens to me. Besides, are you really in a position to lecture me at this point, Mr Mummy Man?”

Aizawa sighed inwardly. While he didn’t appreciate being insulted, he also knew that there was no point getting through to her when she was like this. Most other students would have listened to him, but the pure stubborness in this girl acted like a shield between her and his words.

He still hadn’t forgotten what Artemis had said on the bus ride to the USJ. The mindset she’d displayed had been downright concerning for someone so young. What had surprised Aizawa was how she’d acted during the attack itself. He’d read the report of her behaviour carefully several times, and it had left him wondering.

Taking a deep breath, he decided on a different approach. “Answer me one question, then, Artemis. Why are you here?”

That seemed to catch her off guard. “What?” she asked, brows furrowing as if he’d asked her why the sky was blue.

“Why do you want to be a hero?”

Another silence fell between teacher and student. Aizawa watched as Artemis mulled over his words, trying to come up with an answer. Not once did she let her eyes drift from him. She watched his every move, as though she still considered him some kind of threat.

After pacing up and down the room several times, she sat down again.

“I don't,” she said finally. “I don't want to be a hero. Not that I would be any good at it, anyway.”

“Then why did you come to UA?”

“There's… something I must do that’s only possible with a Hero License.”

Aizawa would be lying to himself if he said he hadn’t been expecting an answer like that. The disdain for hero society was apparent in her demeanour.

“All right,” he said. “Let me put it in words you might understand more easily. Your injuries were so serious that you could have damaged your body permanently. You came very close to ending any potential career before it had even begun. Don’t you see that? If Bakugou hadn’t stopped you, everything you’ve planned for in life would go to waste. You’d be absolutely useless.”

He knew his words sounded harsh, even hurtful. Wake-up calls generally weren’t something he enjoyed dishing out, though considering Artemis’s reaction, he’d hit his target.

“You’re old enough to understand that if you’re not capable of keeping yourself alive, you’re not capable of helping anyone,” Aizawa continued. “I don't know what plans you have with your life and I won't pry, but you will not be able to achieve them the way you’re going right now.”

Artemis felt like she’d been slapped in the face. Aizawa gave her a couple of moments to let his words sink in.

“So, what… You’re saying I’m… incapable?” she whispered in a shaky voice.

“No. If I deemed you incapable, I would have expelled you already.” Aizawa’s voice fell to a softer tone. “In fact, I see great potential in you. You said you wouldn’t be a good hero, yet when the life of your classmates were in danger, you did everything you could to save them. You put their needs first. If you ask me, that's exactly what a hero should do. All I ask is that you take your own health more seriously. I don’t want to see a potentially great hero retire before her time.”

“You think… I could be a good hero?”

“As a matter of fact, I do. Now, go get to the showers and join your classmates on the tribunes. I have to get back to Present Mic.”

With that, Aizawa left Artemis to her thoughts. There were many more things he’d wanted to say, and he knew that eventually, he’d have no choice but to tell them to her. However, if gauging her reaction had told him one thing, it was that he had to tread delicately around this subject. One step too far, and she would run, and given the things Aizawa had heard and witnessed from her, he couldn’t afford to have her block him out completely. Not when he believed that he might be able to help her.

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Artemis stood in the showers and let the hot water run down her skin. Her muscles and head ached, but the sensation of the water was enough to keep her spinning thoughts grounded.

Aizawas words still echoed in her mind. She, a hero? Yeah, right. Even if she had the potential for it, she’d never want to be one. Heroes were glorified to the point of corruption. She’d experienced that first hand. A mental image of her father popped up in her mind and she gritted her teeth. 

“I will not be like you,” she hissed.

After washing off the thin layer of grime and sweat the first round had left her with, Artemis slipped into a new set of PE clothes and made her way through the halls of the stadium towards the tribunes.

She hoped to God that Bakugou would be too busy with the competition itself to interact with her again. Artemis still didn't quite know what had come over her when she’d kissed him. Her stomach lurched strangely whenever she thought about it. Not once in her life had she felt like this before. Maybe she really was getting sick.

Artemis decided to avoid the explosive boy for now and investigate this strange feeling later. Her head was still spinning from the conversation with Aizawa, and the painkillers Recovery Girl had given her, while dulling her pain a little, had made her feel woozy. Now that the tension of the festival had subsided, the exhaustion of her own body really was free to take over.

She turned a corner, pondering whether one last can of energy drink would be enough to get her through the day, when she suddenly heard a deep, enthusiastic voice pipe up ahead of her.

“Endeavor! It’s been a while, old friend.”

Artemis recognised All Might’s voice at once, though it was his words that made her frown. Endeavor? What were the country’s two top heroes doing here instead of watching the spectacle?

“Don’t act like we’re friends. I have nothing to say to you, All Might.” Endeavor’s tone was as cold as ice.

All Might barked out a laugh. “Oh, come now. Your son is one of my students! He's doing well. How about we have a little chat?”

“Of course he’s doing well. It’s what’s expected of him.”

Endeavor’s voice sent shivers down Artemis’s spine. She knew she shouldn't eavesdrop on her teacher, but for some reason, her feet just wouldn’t move. If she remembered right, then Endeavor's son was Shoto Todoroki, the boy with the half hot half cold quirk. Artemis had only seen him in action a few times in practice, but even from her limited observations, she could tell that he was strong. Not the most friendly kid she'd ever met, though.

“How about you give me a tip on how to raise the next generations of heroes,” said All Might. “You know, since you have the experience.”

Artemis couldn't tell if All Might was just dense and unable to sense the menace in Endeavor’s attitude, or if he was just blatantly ignoring it.

“And why would I do that? You’d better watch your back, All Might. The boy is my masterpiece! He will surpass you and beat you into the ground. After all, that’s the reason why I created him-”

Artemis’s ears started ringing. She’d had heard this kind of talk before. 

You are my masterpiece. My greatest creation! You will pave the way for my glory.

Her stomach dropped, and for a moment, she felt as if someone had knocked the wind out of her. How many times had her father said these exact words to her before making her do something horrifying?

Rage bubbled up in her gut. Endeavor didn’t even seem to feel ashamed for what he had just so openly admitted to the Symbol of Peace, and Artemis found herself wondering what Shoto Todoroki had lived through if the man that spoke exactly like her own father called him son.

Finally forcing herself to move, she turned on her heels and ran. 

Artemis had been aware that hero society was anything but heroic, but never had she imagined that the number two hero himself could be just as monstrous as the man that had created her.

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