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Round 3 Bonus: Confrontation

Part 1 [Here] @taiyuu-high-oct also @luna-moon9696 for mentions of Lyrimon and sisters WC: 4900

It’s often passed around that one of the most effective hunting strategies our human ancestors had, was not the spears, clubs, fires that while helpful couldn’t bring down a mammoth alone. No what the most effective strategy those cavemen could employ was tenacity, to chase those animals until they exhausted themselves, that’s when they would strike.

Just like those cavemen of old, the principal of U.A, Aizawa Shouta, the hero known as Eraserhead has tracked their own exhausted prey to the edge of campus.

Aizawa strolls ever closer towards the figure bent over and leaning on an old tree. The panting of his prey grows ever louder the closer the he gets.

He just about reaches the exhausted figure greedily gulping down air, reaching an arm out toward its shoulder, a cracking noise gives away his presence, the figure whipping around to confront them in response.

The teal haired applicant that he recalls saved a student’s life from a collapsing zero pointer, stares the man down questioningly, her breathing much calmer and deeper than when she departed.

The girl known as Ozen Fujinuma stands before Aizawa, this version of her, starkly contrasts the one from his entrance exam.

“What do you want” the girl gruffly asks, arm rubbing across her mouth in an attempt to rid herself of any spittle.

Aizawa only raises an eyebrow at the display “You left class quite abruptly back there, I’m just here to check in on you” he nonchalantly shrugs.

“I’m. Fine” the girl asserts, as if she didn’t just finish running cross campus hyperventilating.

“Yeah cut the bullshit kid, I know that’s not true, you know that’s not true, anyone with a working set of eyes knows that not true.” Aizawa retorts. “Mind telling me what happened back there? No bullshiting either.”

Taken back by the abrupt demeanor of her, could have been principal, she turns away nervous.

“I happened to have been set up against that Spellman girl, who I found out earlier in the year I’m allergic to.”

“What did I say about bullshit, kid?” Aizawa huffs out in response.

“It’s true! Whenever I am around her, my quirk starts to act up!” Ozen explains.

Aizawa raises a brow at the explanation. “You were doing fine till the end, explain that.”

“Well, I found if I channeled my negative feelings onto her, my quirk would work as normal, it stopped at the end because well…” Ozen rubs the back of her head as she tries to conjure the words.

“Her scream reminded me of when I saw her melt, back when we were evacuating. The worry washed away all those negative feelings and the allergy started messing with my quirk again.” She explains.

Aizawa’s hand combs through his hair in thought. “You know that’s not actually an allergy right?” the hero sighs out.

“You’re feelings for this Spellman girl are interfering with your quirk” he states without a beat.

“I d-d-don’t have any feelings for Spellman!” the tall girl denies, the --allergens must have stuck to my outfit if they are reaching this far out— Ozen concludes delusionally.

“Again with the bullshit, how about with others, do they all interact with your quirk the same?” Aizawa questions.

“Well, no.” Ozen states, attempting to recall other situations. “Popi can move and braid my hair, my sister was able to kick me off the couch that one time, and last big one was back when my quirk first appeared, my mom couldn’t pick me up anymore which to a kid, really hurts—“

Aizawa nods along, the thought of never being able to pick up Eri again, attaches a string if sympathy to the student’s story.

“But after I cried and begged her to pick me up again, my mom was able to.” The teen girl finishes, unabashed.

“Apart from whatever that couch situation was—“

“Miku was hosting a live show!”

“Don’t interrupt kid, anyways it seems like all those situations all have a strong emotional response in common, you’re telling me your family never realized the connection?” The hero asks, crossing his arms.

“Well, to be fair, none of us knew my quirk was an emitter till the last couple months of middle school.” Ozen answers, scratching her cheek nervously.

“So you’re just behind in training your quirk?”

“You.. could say that…” The teenager responds, avoiding the adult’s eyes in shame.

“Well what does that mean?” Aizawa continues to dig.

The teenager lets out a huff of frustration at the barrage of questions proceeding to meet the hero’s gaze with her trademark scowl.

“It, means, I haven’t worked on it at all!” Ozen nearly shouts.

“So you’re holding yourself ba—“

“NO IM NOT HOLDING MY SELF BACK!” The teenager seethes. “I don’t need that part of my quirk! I don’t need it to hold up buildings, or punch through walls, to jump off of buildings, or any other hero stuff!”

If the hero is perturbed by the girls shouting, he doesn’t show it as he narrows his gaze and leans in, starting the –dissection--

“Look, I saw your entrance exam, I know exactly what you are capable of. You didn’t let people get needlessly hurt just for points, you saved that kid from the zero pointer and you even chastised the person afterwards who didn’t check his surroundings before destroying the robot. You’re capable Ozen, but you’re complacent.”

“E-excuse me?!” The teenager exclaims with a recoil. “You don’t know me at all!” she responds through gritted teeth.

“Maybe I don’t, not entirely. What I do know however, is that you made the right choice when you rejected U.A’s offer.” The principal responds, hands returning to his pockets.

The comment catches Ozen off guard. “Why’s that?” Ozen probes.

“Rejecting an offer looks a lot better than expulsion, see, if that’s the attitude you have with your quirk, you wouldn’t last one. day. here. Our motto is after all, plus ultra.” Aizawa states.

Ozen just stands there shocked, watching the principal head back to the gym.

“I’ll let Laccadaisy know you are alright, don’t leave campus and you’re free to roam around.” The hero informs without turning around.

Ozen just stands rooted in her spot for a good ten minutes as her head continues to go over principal’s parting remarks. Eventually Ozen pushes it to the back of her mind, and start back across the field.

A reflection of light bounces off something in the grass, the brief glimmer is enough to catch Ozen’s attention. A quick search has the girl inspecting a lightly cracked cellphone, Vai’s cellphone to be exact if the recent message asking how “bondage-san” was doing, is any inclination.

“Must have been what snapped earlier” she says to herself, pocketing the phone, hoping to return it. ----------

Having returned to the temporary dorms way before anyone else, Ozen leaves the phone on the central table, a note attached indicating the owner.

True purpose of her return was for a change of clothes, half an hour later Ozen emerges from the dorm in a spare U.A uniform, fighting the skirt that was shorter than she was used to.

“Well, at least these uniforms have leggings…” the girl grumbles to herself. Not wanting to see her classmates after the debacle in gym gamma, Ozen makes her way across campus.

Far away from gym gamma Ozen finds herself in front gym beta, the intense sounds of fighting emanate from within, drawing the tall girl’s attention.

Ozen opens the door and walks in wide eyed at the chaos occurring in front of her. After a couple of steps, a large bony hand finds itself planted on the girl’s shoulder.

“Miss, you appear to be lost, this is 3a heroics” the voice attached to the arm informs.

Ozen turns towards the voice, her eyes widening as she looks up at the not totally emaciated form of the former number one hero All Might. Her brain having a nerd melt down only second to meeting the real Hatsune Miku.

“Miss? Are you okay” the former number one hero inquires.

“A-A-A-All Might!” the gawking girl squeaks out

It’s been a while since I got this kind of reaction, All Might chuckles, a first year maybe? If so.. I can’t let her ditch class just for me

“Miss shouldn’t you be returning to class, it’s unbecoming of a rising hero ditch.” The former hero lectures.

Ditching class? What? Ozen thinks in response to the accusation. Looking down at her outfit she yelps and fumbles for her skirt’s pockets. Finally finding her missing accessory Ozen quickly pins the Taiyuu logo on her tie.

Another chuckle from the former hero recapture’s her attention. “Oh I see, you’re from that school we are sheltering.” Ozen only nods, albeit quite furiously.

Motioning for her to follow, All Might leads them to a pair of chairs situated by the door. “You’re welcome to stay and watch, these 3a students tend to be quite proficient on their own.” The hero sits down and offers Ozen the other spot, one she quickly accepts.

The two lithe giants watch the chaos constantly unfolding in front of them, All Might only speaking up on rare occasions.

“It’s a little chaotic, but it’s organized chaos” the former hero hums, providing an answer to her unvoiced question.

“Say, I don’t think I caught your name, miss.” The gentle giant asks with a smile.

“F-Fujinuma, O-Ozen!” She nearly shouts out before continuing, “But please call me Ozen, n-not in the I like you Japenese way, I’m not saying you are unlikeable I bet you’re quite likeable I mean I got off track, please call me by my first name Ozen, I prefer the Americanized naming convention.” She blurts out.

The man’s chuckle is contagious as he takes in the flustered Taiyuu student. “Well, nice to meet you Ozen” he responds smiling

Having said the name however, the former hero begins to rub his chin in thought. “Fujinuma Ozen.. Why does that name sound familiar?” he postulates.

Scratching her head with an inclination of why, she attempts to answer the man. “Well, I rejected my U.A offer, if that sounds familiar.”

Ozen watches the cogs turn in All Might’s head, processing the new information.

“That’s right!” All Might snaps his fingers in realization. “I remember I had to make two discs for you! It’s not often we have students placing first, rejecting their enrollment offer. Good job in there by the way, I meant it when I said there’s always be a spot open here.”

Hearing all of this brings her mind back to earlier, the principal’s words echoing in her head. Ozen brings her knees in and begins to hug her legs, thankful for the leggings. The girl rests her head on her knee’s as she watches the former hero, and current Idol, talk.

All Might catches sight of the morose shift in body position out from the corner of their eye. Realizing what he just said might have hit a nerve, especially with recent events, the former hero begins to backpedal.

“Not saying Taiyuu is bad at all! They have great teachers, evident with how they got you all out safely! We had villains invade us too you know!” He forcefully chuckles before coughing into his hand.

“Eraserhead told me it was good I rejected the offer.. that I wouldn’t have lasted a day here.” The girl says all of a sudden.

Having known his fellow teacher for years now at this point, knowing he wouldn’t have said that if he didn’t have a reason, All Might wonders if he may be of some help to the girl.

“Oh, and why is that?” All Might asks.

“Say’s I’m complacent” she mumbles in response.

“Complacent?” All Might repeats, confused.

“Yeah, about half a year ago my family and I, thanks to the expertise of a quirk specialist found out my quirk was actually an emitter, and that I could begin building my muscle again if I got it under control, or used the brace that turned off my quirk. I’m “Complacent” because I haven’t trained my quirk, or used the brace for any significant amount of time. He talked about how I should be going plus ultra but he’s not the one that has to deal with the overstimulation that turning off my quirk provides. I’m only half assing if I don’t put myself through that hell everyday. Yeah okay I get it, my quirk being compromised because of teenage ‘crushes’ is a liability, it’s not like every villain is going to be fucking Lyrimon!” Ozen rants to her idol, only stopping to breathe once finished.

“That does sound like Aizawa” All Might responds after taking in the dizzying amount of information.

“I understand why you wouldn’t want to put the brace on, but why can’t you train your quirk?” All Might follows up, sparing a glance around in case anyone died, nope, good.

“I only learned I could a couple months ago, I have no idea where to start, I’m basically four years old again in respects to that side of my quirk. My mom’s quirk is only kinda similar, so no luck there. The doctor did say I could use the brace to train it but that just leads back to the horrors of over stimulation hellscape.” Ozen responds in frustration.

“Hmm” All Might verbally ponders. “Tell me about your quirk, how the doctor described it in particular.” He follows up.

“I can transfer forces between different things as long as I am in contact with the force, what caused the confusion this whole time was the fact that, I’m always in contact with the gravitational force of the earth, so ever since I was little I’ve just been transferring all the forces acting on me to the earth which has become so ingrained within me that I don’t know how to turn it off” Ozen recounts.

With a hand on his chin All Might starts to sort through the information in his head, prompting relative silence between the two. The silence between them doesn’t last long as former hero abruptly stands up.

“I got it!” He announces triumphantly

“You do?!” Ozen responds “Wait, got what?”

“I might have someone that could help you with your quirk” All Might answers.

“Hoseki! Mind coming over here for a moment?” All Might calls out across the chaotic gym, the fights begin to part like the red sea as student with blue skin, maroon hair and a unique set of ears reminiscent of butterfly wings emerges from the chaos.

“Hey! What can I do for you All Might!” the faerie like girl greets cheerfully.

Directing the third year towards Ozen has All Might begin to introduce the two.

“Hoseki, this is Fujinuma Ozen, she’s a first year hero student from Taiyuu, and she’s having trouble with a certain aspect of her quirk. Her quirk in some regards is similar to yours, both deal with forces.” All Might introduces.

“Ozen, this is Hoseki Fei, a third year hero student and one of U.A’s top three!” The former hero introduces with a little added fan fair of his own.

“Aww shucks All Might, I can toot my own horn fine enough” she chuckles, free hand scratching the back of her head.

“Nice to meetcha Fujinuma-San!” the boisterous thirds year says going in for an introductory handshake.

“Ah, please I prefer my first name, my mom’s American side kind of rubbed off on me.” Ozen replies, accepting the handshake

“Oh neat! My mom’s American too, I’m fine with Fei as well if you are, Ozen-San.”

“That’s fine with me Fei-San, say what was your quirk?” Ozen asks.

“Oh yeah! My quirk is called kinetic impact, I can store any force applied to my body and later redirect outwards!” the third year demonstrates with a “pew!” from a finger gun, rustling Ozen’s hair.

“Amazing” Ozen nods “it is quite similar” she continues, hands patting down the disturbed hair.

“We could meet up for some, one on one sessions while you guys are still here! It won’t be as good as my grandma’s training sessions though” the third year shivers, rubbing at phantom bruises. “Which is probably a good thing” she continues.

All Might can’t help but smile as he watches the duo work out timing. Aizawa might have been right about the complacency but he forgot to mention how they would have broken through that. Was this his intention all along? To push the girl out of her comfort zone? Guess you don’t stop being a teacher when you’re the principal he muses. ----------

The week following the attack on Taiyuu brought stress not just to the students and faculty but to their families as well. A certain mother of two with her sits on the side of the road, anyone looking in could see the concern etched on their face. There parked on the side of the road she just let time tick forward, a lit cigarette to calm her nerves before the meeting. It’s not about her, she has to be strong for the daughter who is strong for everyone else. Resting her head on the steering wheel the smoke wafts idly by, there in the distance was where her daughter and her class was taking asylum. U.A’s main building, a marker off in the distance, to think her daughter would end up here anyways. “All roads lead to Rome..” the women mumbles to an empty car. Sparing the clock a glance the women sighs, mentally she gives herself a minute before getting ready. Last of the cigarette inhaled and discarded away from view, she tidies her hair in the mirror. Satisfied, the car starts with little fanfare, windows now fully down, vents the smoke as the women easily integrates with the morning traffic.

The Fujinuma family moved to reside in the city connected to Taiyuu High, the proximity allowed their daughter to make weekly trips back home, their family big on dinners with everyone. A part of her old life Ozen's mom couldn't imagine getting rid of. At this point it was their ritual, the Fujinuma’s, not the family she separated from.

This week however, the family ritual was disrupted with the appearance of villains on the island, an island run by heroes no less. Thankfully her daughter is safe, the school having evacuated to the sanctuary of U.A. While yes U.A was attacked by villains before as well, really the worried mother just wants to be mad at someone.

U.A… While it was always her daughter’s choice in hero schools, Ozen's mom wonders if she should have been more vocal about supporting U.A. and while it showed up that middle school of leeches, was it worth it? Her daughter always felt like she had control over her emotions, her lack of emotions to be clear, that her thoughts and actions were more logical than they were emotional. Her parents knew better.

Parked down the street the women walks comfortably down the sidewalk, keys twirling on her finger the entrance to the prestigious school not far now. The area, thankfully, is mostly devoid of people and students, the weekend morning provides little reason to be at the school, providing a perfect opportunity for a breakfast daughter date. The mom was glad she didn’t have to head in on weekends, while yes, some nights might be filled grading papers, it provided opportunities like family dinner times, and of course this.

As she nears closer and closer to the entrance she begins to hear her daughter, a friend maybe? Doesn’t sound like the delightful young lady she brought over that one weekend, despite the… colorful character, she calls a best friend, at least she has someone. A wicked smile crosses the older women’s face, maybe it’s that Lyrimon girl she told Kasumi about and while she wants to tease, she thinks back on meeting her own wife, and the slow burn that was; maybe useless lesbian runs in the family she ponders.

Rounding the corner, thankful her visit was approved, she spots her daughter talking to a girl in a track suit with blue skin. That dutiful daughter of hers waves, and her mother waves back, they decide to meet in the middle.

“Hey oh daughter of mine, is this the infamous Lyrimon I’ve heard so much about” she greets, “..from Kasumi.” She adds with a cough.

“Hey! Leave our sis-yowch!” a pew of pressurized air silences the ne'er do wells situated at the two girl’s feet

“N-no” her daughter blushes out, “This is Fei, she’s a third year here, and has been helping me with my quirk” she introduces. “Fei, this is my mom.”

“Nice to meetcha ma’am!” the girl grins out, shaking the mother’s hand animatedly.

Ozen’s working on her quirk? the older women queries in her head as the two shake, sparing a glance at the two girls sitting on the ground looking worse for wear.

Following the adult’s gaze the third year decides to answer the unasked question.

“Shaving cream bandits, pay them no heed ma’am.” The blue girl informs, as if that didn’t create more questions.

Ozen’s mom doesn’t have a chance to respond as the girl is called out by a voice behind her.

“Fei! I got your new gloves!” comes the voice, the girl running past the Ozen’s mom to the entrance.

Why does that voice sound so familiar.. the women asks herself, the reason why painfully clear to her when she finally sees who it is.

Oh fuck it’s Victoria the realization yells in her mind at the recognition of her sister. She’s so much older wincing at the thought I’ve been gone that long?

Taking the package from the women, the third year decides to introduce them in a fashion similar to the Will Smiths of olde.

“This, is my mom!” she introduces as the lady’s hair flows around like it would be in the wind.

“Dear, do you have to use your quirk for my entrance every time?” the women sighs, as if used to it.

Ignoring the grumbles of how “it wouldn’t be as cool” her sister greets the two with a handshake, oblivious to the relation.

“Wait, do I know you?” the inquisitive gaze of her sister has Ozen’s mom choking on air scrambling for an excuse.

“N-n-no I don’t think we have!” she coughs, looking for an exit.

“O-oh! Look at the time, Ozen we better hurry if we don’t want to be late for breakfast!” the women grabs onto her daughter’s hand, dragging the surprised girl along. “It was nice meeting you!!” she adds before rounding the corner, hand waving violently.

“Huh, that was weird” Victoria lets out in response to the abrupt exit. “Anyways, don’t forget to call and thank grandma for the gloves, you always forget.”

“Yes I’ll call grandma” the third year groans picking the two students up by the collar. “After I get these two trouble makers to the office!”

“We’re sorry senpaii! We were just protecting our sister’s honor!” One shouts.

“Shaving cream assault is a funny way of doing it, now get going.” Fei responds, herding the two back inside. ----------

“I want to start training my quirk” are the first words breaking the mother daughter silence. In a booth sat across from each other, in a quaint café that sat on a corner the two ate in silence till now. Mother with a colorful breakfast crepe, and daughter with a.. grey protein shake.

The mother setting down her utensils finds her daughter aloof, chin in hand staring out the window slurping on tasteless goop. Her daughter was never much of a talker, but ever since they left school her motherly instincts have been going off, is this it?

“Oh? Was training with Fei” Her niece, Ozen’s cousin “helpful?” the mother inquires.

“A little, our quirks are similar enough but..”

“But?” her mother adds, trying to get her daughter to continue.

“I’m behind…” the daughter sighs, taking her head in both hands.

“I’m so behind! And Fei’s a third year, at a different school. She can’t help me forever.” Hands dig into her scalp.

“W-well, we could try the brace again honey” her mother adds, reaching over a sympathetic hand.

“I. hate. That. Brace…” The daughter responds, “Almost as much as I hate myself.” The fingers tighten.

Her mother gasps, this is the first time she’s ever seen this from her stoic daughter. “What?? Honey, what are you saying? When did this start?”

The mother manages to get her daughter to release her scalp, hands laid out on the table as her mother hold them both; the teal hair cascading down to block Ozen’s face.

“The first time..” her daughter whispers

“Say that again?” her mother responds leaning in.

“The first time I put on that thing!” Ozen almost shouts, face puffy with tears as she looks up at her mom.

“It made me realize how, how horrible I am, how horrible I treated others.. treated my sister.” She says with tears.

“I-I don’t want to hurt anybody, I just want to everyone, but I keep doing it, I keep hurting people, even when I put on that damn brace to remind me of the pain I cause others.” The words are rushed, as if to make it before the breakdown.

The older women gasps at the information. She’s.. Self-harming with the brace?

This will not do, her mother concludes, getting up from the booth, much to the surprise of the daughter, face alive with abandonment worry, a worry quickly dashed when her mother scooches in next to her.

“Come here honey, it’s okay I got you.” The mother comforts as she brings her in for a hug. Her daughter is quite tall, but right now as her mother rubs soothing circles on the girl’s back, she looks so small.

“Shh shh, it’s okay I have you.” Her mother coos.

“I-I’ll never catch up, I’ll be like this forever” the girl sobs, recalling her stunted muscle growth.

“We’ll find a way honey, don’t worry, we’ll find something.” Her mother says in an attempt to calm.

“No we won’t” her daughter denies with a dejected sob.

She would give anything/DO anything if it would help her daughter her—that’s not true she cuts off. Her mind first goes to Victoria, before it goes to the others and she sighs which catches her daughter’s attention.

“I think.. I know some people that can help.” She smiles to her daughter, petting her hair. ----------

Ozen’s mom drops her off at the front this time, her daughter looking much like her usual self waves goodbye as the two give simultaneous “I love you”’s.

Driving off she checks the time, watching the red analog numbers flip to eleven. The further you go in the math world, the more you forget at the bottom, so after an embarrassing amount of time, and eventual phone calculator the mother finds herself in an empty parking lot. The women steels herself, chants of “do it for your family” are repeated as she psyches herself up to just press the damn button.

“Here, we, go.” She says pushing the call button.

Ring… Ring… This number has been disconnect--Click

“Ah fuck, it has been a while” she sighs dejectedly. Not one to give up, it’s time to bring out her secret weapon, Google Fu ----------

The sunset is framed spectacularly by the arches of the golden gates but the Hero known simply as “Shield” finds the view second to the one behind him. For when he turns away from the view the lofty penthouse atop his agency provides, his heart if filled with immeasurable warmth.

The hustle and bustle of dining room is chaotic but it’s something their family has done for decades now, the generations of family coming together for a weekly meal; and what a large family it was, his wife and the sword at his side made sure that.

The meal is ready and the large family lively chats as they wait for everyone to find a seat. Here he is just known as Fredrick, Freddybear to the youngins.. and his wife, who is as lively as the day they met as he watches her recount their patrol to one of their grown children. His seat next to hers is the only one unoccupied but he is interrupted by a ring of the phone.

“It’s from Japan” he reads aloud, wondering who could be calling at this hour.

“It’s probably Fei, dear. Looks like they finally remembered” His wife chuckles in the distance.

“Tell her to call back after dinner” the women adds over the loud table, before returning to her previous conversation.

Knowing it is family, the mountain of a man answers the call accordingly.

“Papa Shield here!” his self-proclaimed title earns chuckles from the packed table.

The older man just waits as the line is silent, slowly becoming uncomfortable.

“Hello? Anyone—“

“P-papa?” a familiar voice replies. While familiar, it’s a voice he hasn’t heard in so long, it has him sucking in a breath.

“L-Little Bear?” he responds in a whisper, as if speaking it any louder would spook the caller on the other line.

It’s at that title that the normally rambunctious table goes silent.

“It’s.. Diana… I think we should talk.”

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