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alaskasmonsters · 4 years ago

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𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮

✎...it’s hard to be a teenager with a crush on your classmate when you are as emotionally eloquent as a rock. how do you tell izuku that your emotionally coldness towards him is simply because you were absolutely smitten.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: midoriya Izuku x gn!reader

𝐰.𝐜: 7.777

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: swearing???

𝐚.𝐧: don't ask me why my first published oneshot is already 7k+ because i literally don't know. what happened???? also, the characters are aged up one year, so they're gonna be in class 2-A instead of 1-A. Hope you enjoy :)

𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃.

You had come to that realization the day puberty hit you, when it came into your life all loud and boisterous, bringing the gifts of sudden physical changes, hair growth in all the weirdest places and zits that loved to spout over your skin.

Even years after when you had mostly adapted to all the cruel and sudden changes and your skin had luckily calmed down considerably, being a teenager still sucked.

Always being in this weird state between being a child and an adult, being too mature and not mature enough, not able to be trusted with anything and forced to take on more responsibility, having to grow up and still enjoying the times were you were still young.

It was stupid, all of it was stupid.

And it was exhausting. Finding yourself and at the same time everyone already expected from you to know who you are and what you want in life at age 17.

You could go on hours and hours to no end complaining about your age, which probably said enough about your generation anyway. "The youth is always complaining" as if the question to why was a fucking mystery.

But really, you learnt to deal with all of it to a certain degree. Insecurities, doubt, stress, being overwhelmed with everything, sudden changes in personality and opinion...Not pleasant things, but manageable.

All of them except of one.

Love.

Absolutely horrifying in every way.

You had been a teenager for a while now, so the prospect of a crush was nothing new to you. Hell, no. Quite honestly, you had crushes on people for the dumbest reasons.

Told you you were pretty, was pretty, wasn't ugly, was nice to you one time, smiled at you from across the train for one second... seriously, the dumbest reasons.

Crushes were fun, they were short-lived and easy to take care of and were quicker disposed than they were formed.

Never once in your life has an innocent crush mutated into...this. You didn't exactly know what to call it yet, didn't have a name for it, but it was slowly but steadily turning you into a fucking idiot.

Lov...-no, you refused to call the fungus that had infected your brain that - infatuation was like a virus that had slowly spread through you and mastered the arts of "random brain malfunction" perfectly.

Well, it wasn't random. There was a certain trigger. One person you seemed to lose brain cells around whenever they just did as much as stand near you.

If you would have had to make any guess before, of who it would be you would fall....become infuriated with in 1-A when you first came to UA, Midoriya Izuku would have not been your first choice. Hell, that boy wouldn't have been the second choice either, or the third, or any of the top numbers.

The boy seemed quite plain amongst the very diverse group of teenagers you shared a class with. He had a cute face, sure, but next to Mina with her pink skin, Tokoyami with his crow head or even just Kirishima with his flaming red hair and sharp teeth the boy was not catching anybody's eyes at first glance.

Hell, if this was a tv show, he probably wouldn't even be part of the main cast.

Midoriya was small, hid his muscular and well-trained body in loose clothing and had a baby face, all freckly with wide green eyes, framed by curly green hair. He was a shy and quiet kid, mumbling to himself a lot and never worrying to stick out just the littlest bit.

The first few weeks it had been hard for you to remember his name, the only thing that had made him easier to recognize to you was the fact, that that kid broke his limbs more times in a week than anybody every did in their whole life.

You couldn't quite remember when that form of acknowledgement of Midoriya Izuku's existent had turned into straight up infuriation, but you had been stuck in this state for a while now, too long for your liking.

Crushes came and went, most lasting for a few weeks at most, but when you had started crushing on Midoriya and naively hoped it would go away soon, your feelings had only grown more and more, developed further, mutated into "this". The fungus. The infuration.

You weren't trying to say Midoriya was a bad choice to develop feelings beyond friendship for. No, the boy was stupidly nice, loyal to a fault, analyzing and extremly ambitious, working hard every day to become stronger. And pretty, he was very pretty.

The problem wasn't that you had "chosen" wrong, or rather your heart, that stupid fucking thing.

The problem was that you had chosen at all.

Being 17 was hard enough, being 17 and training to become a Hero in a class, whose teacher was out to test their limits by placing them into deadly scenarios, was even harder. Being interested in another person in that class, someone you had to work with together and see every day while being unable to grasp a coherent thought, was fucking hell.

You had tried to get over it, to just ignore those nasty things people called feelings, push down the warm and fuzzy feeling you got everytime you caught sight of the boy and calm your heart whenever Midoriya Izuku decided it was a good choice to look your way and smile at you. Which he did a lot, damn him for being so fucking friendly with everyone.

You had tried to convince yourself that Deku, as most of his friends called him (altough you thought Izuku was a much prettier name), wasn't worth it. Just another stupid boy with a cute face you crushed on for no reason.

That hadn't worked of course, considering Midoriya was a fucking sunshine kid, who was well-beloved in your class and everyone he ever met for a reason. If everybody else was falling victim to his undeniable charm, how could you hope it would be different with you.

Maybe because you were damn naive.

You had tried everything and more, even gone as far as fully face your feelings, examine them, write down all the reasons why you believed you might have a crush on that Deku kid, come up with 10 (and more you refused to add, since 10 was already too many), put them into your notebook and tried to close the book, both literally and figuratively, on it. It hadn't worked.

All it had gotten you to was this state of awareness, that made dealing with Midoriya Izuku so much harder because now you knew, now you coudln't ignore it any longer. The way his smile made you all giddy, the way his voice warmed your heart, the way the blush on his face (and that boy was blushing a lot) did things to you. Something you'd never admit aloud to anyone.

Everything about him was suffocating but at the same time making you feel lighter.

It was absolutely disgusting.

You thought about kissing his stupidly chubby cheeks more than you thought about how much you wanted to lie down and sleep, that was just bullshit in itself.

One of the worst thing about this whole infuration thing, besides making you brain dead half of the time, was that you were absolutely unable to hide your frustrations with it or even function like a normal human around the subject of your...adoration? You were running out of words, slowly.

See, you weren't a bad person, most days you got along just fine with everyone in class (despite Mineta, friendliness didn't help with someone like that), you'd even go as far to say you were a nice person most of the time. It would probably be all of the time if you didn't have that habit of speaking your mind which led to some not so nice comments about people you couldn't stand (*cough* Mineta *cough*), which was probably the only reason you got along with Bakugou in the first place.

Sure, you sported a resting bitch face, Kaminari kindly told you, looked half-dead and not approachable on most days (Todoroki was probably conspiracing about you being Aizawa's secret love child because of your matching eyebags) and you avoided talking too much...but you were nice!

Around Midoriya Izuku you seemed to lose all social skills along with your brain cells, though. That was the only way you could explain why you were so...rude to him. Not that you were actively insulting him or even looking at him in a nasty way. But whatever you did, you were still rude.

If he asked you a question, you shrugged and gave him a curt one-sentence answer, if he complimented you, you deflected quickly, if he smiled you stared at him for a second before turning away, if he caught your eye you frowned and looked away, making sure you weren't staring again for the rest of the day.

You hadn't noticed in the beginning. In your eyes you had just tried to act as nonchalant and not in lo...not interested in Midoriya Izuku as convincing as you could, but then Mina had casually asked you why you hated Midoriya when you hung out during lunch and you realized, maybe your behaviour has been a little counterproductive.

Instead of you dealing with your stupid feelings by your own, you've involuntarily drawn attention towards it with your out-of-character behaviour towards the subject of your...it didn't really matter. Who also happened to be the class favorite so you go!

Now you were stuck at lunch, Mina, Jirou and Kaminari out of all people surrounding you and observing you with both interest and intrigue. In hindsight, Tokoyami would have made a much better lunch mate, but no, you wanted to sit with Mina.

Figures.

"I don't hate him," you answered simply, trying your best to hide how much the change of topic irked you.

You've already failed to be subtle about you having a so-called "problem" with the green-haired boy, you really didn't want them to know what this problem was.

You hoped that if you were just playing nonchalant your gossip hungry friends would get bored quickly and just let it drop and move on to the next thing.

Mina rolled her eyes at your answer as if to say "Yeah, right." while Kaminari and Jirou exchanged sceptical glances.

"Yesterday he complimented you on your idea in the rescue training and you just walked away...you're never that rude," Mina reminded you.

You huffed out an annoyed sigh. Right, yesterday. As if you didn't remember.

Aizawa had split you up into groups of five and you have had the misfortune of being stuck with Deku as one of your teammates. Misfortune because, well....how were you supposed to concentrate on saving those fake hostages when the subject of your affection was in close proximity, mumbling to himself in that irritatingly hot way he did so often.

You had suggested a method of approach, not thinking anything about it and that fucker had the audacity to turn your way with the brightest smile directed at you and complimented you.

What other choice did you have than to just stare at him blankly before walking away? Grabbing his face and smashing your lips into his certainly wasn't one.

Of course Mina, who had been one of the other three people in your team, remembered that shit show of a reaction.

"Yeah, well," you shrugged, trying to play it off. "Didn't think that needed an answer."

"And Midoriya is so sweet. Didn't think hating him was possible," Mina ignored you, instead turning thoughtfully towards the other two people at the table.

You stared longingly at the free spot next to Tokoyami at the table before yours.

"Bakugou didn't look like he struggled with it," Jirou reminded her and Kaminari nodded.

"Now they get along just fine, though," the blond reminded her.

Right, even Bakugou hadn't been able to resist Midoriya's charm. He'd probably deny it, if anyone ever brought it up, but both of them had taken major steps forward in their relationship and were now at a level of mutual respect at the very least, and tight partnership at the most. Hell, you'd say they were friends, even.

"But Midoriya is just too cute! Hating him is like hating puppies and Bakugou totally gives off that vibe. Y/n doesn't!" Mina countered, defensive of your honor it seemed, although you couldn't really appreciate the sentiment in the moment.

You'd rather continue to ignore the obvious problems your affliction with the green-haired boy had caused both him and you than be confronted and scolded by your friends because of it.

"I told you. I don't hate Midoriya. Can we talk about something else?" you tried again, already knowing it was hopeless.

"You hate Mineta, though. The way you treat Midoriya is very similar to the way you treat him," Jirou commented.

Kami clapped his hands enthusiastically as if she's just made the most brilliant discovery.

"Jirou's right. You ignore his existence until you can't, then you give Midoriya that glare and walk away."

You frowned at the blond's claim, highly displeased.

The comparison between Mineta and Midoriya left a nasty taste in your mouth. Deku was way too fucking polite and respectful to be compared to something like that.

And pretty...he was very pretty.

"Now, thinking i'd ever dislike someone as much as Mineta is just plain delirious," you snorted.

At least they didn't seem to argue with that statement.

Silence returned for a little after that. You even dared think the topic was dropped for now and you could go back to scribbling into your notebook and enjoy the rest of your break in peace.

But Mina, sweet annoying Mina, liked to make your life a living hell.

"It's just really sad having to watch Midoriya look like a kicked puppy every time you reject his obvious efforts to woo you."

Now, fate was just being cruel, or maybe it was just Mina who had purposefully waited for the moment you had deemed safe to take a sip of your drink so she could drop that bombshell on you.

Now you were choking on your juice and maybe that was a good enough way to go, you thought while violently coughing.

Kaminari and Mina were laughing at your expense (yes you had called them your friends before and yes you regretted it), while Jirou looked at you with a mixture of smugness and guilt.

"He does not!" you denied loudly between coughs, feeling the blush already settling on your cheeks.

A few heads turned your direction to see what you were screaming about but you ignored them in favor of glaring at the pink-skinned girl in front of you, now your arch nemesis.

"Yes, he does. I'm surprised you haven't noticed yet with how stupidly obvious it is," Jirou butted in and now it was her turn to be fixed with a death glare.

"Poor guy is crushing hard on you," Kaminari agreed.

Wow, Kaminari, too, then.

This time you didn't hold back your groan.

As if your infatuation with the green-haired boy wasn't bad enough already, now your friends were trying to talk you into the idea that Midoriya, sweet kind Midoriya was returning your feelings.

Your feelings. The feelings of someone who's been nothing but horrible to him the last few weeks and basically ignoring his existence before that.

He'd sure be stupid.

Your friends surely were stupid if they believed that.

"Yeah, whatever."

This was the only comment you were willing to make, sending each of the people on the table a pointed look before you noisely opened your notebook to signal you were done talking and ready to drop the subject.

But boy oh boy, the subject was not ready to drop you.

─

It was a few days later when you started to notice...something. You certainly wouldn't have if your friends' teasing words hadn't entirely taken up your mind along with a certain boy who had been living inside there rent-free for months now.

You had been sitting in the common area, finishing up your homework together with Tokoyami (yes, you had learned your lesson) at one of the tables. The both of you had been quietly working, rarely interrupting the other with questions about one of the assignments.

That was until Midoriya appeared out of nowhere, suddenly standing in front of your table and scaring the living shit out of you in the process.

He smiled at you, eyes bright and cheeks flushed. An image of what you could only assume was the most beautiful sight a person could lay eyes on. Although he was nervously fumbling with his hands and blushing, his voice was steady when he asked you, you, yes you, for help with his homework.

You couldn't be mistaken. No, he had certainly looked at you when asking that question. He was asking YOU for help with his homework.

The little traitorous thing in your chest called a heart swelled with hope at this and you had to force down the memories of your friends words to keep on functioning.

Poor boy is crushing hard on you.

It took several moments for you to realize that instead of giving Midoriya an answer to his question, you had stared at him, frowning deeply. For way too long to be considered polite.

So much for functioning.

Again your brain had blanked at the mere idea of communicating with Midoriya Izuku, stuttered to a halt when presented with the opportunity to be decent to the boy for once.

Deku's beautiful beaming smile had dropped in the meantime, replaced by a frustrated pout at your silence. The joy slowly fading from his face frustrated you immensely and the urge to make him smile just once, because of something you said to him, was getting unbearable.

Yes, take my homework. Take my heart, too. Take all of it, you wanted to say.

None of that made it past your lips.

Tokoyami was looking between the two of you with confusion, sceptical of your uncharacteristical silence. You weren't one to just ignore someone's cry for help, even Mineta you'd begrudgingly take pity on from time to time.

When Tokoyami saw that you probably wouldn't reply anytime soon to Midoriya's question, or stop staring for that record, he sent the boy a smile and instead offered his help instead. Not without sending you a last questioning look from your peripheral vision.

Usually this was the moment you'd advert your attention from the scene to scold yourself for falling victim to your stupid hormon-flooded brain.

This time, you had waited a few seconds longer, why you weren't sure. It had been a subconscious decision. Maybe a desperate attempt to spot that something your friends had been talking about. What had they called it? Right, the kicked puppy look.

The boy deflated, shoulders falling as he glanced between you and Tokoyami. He stuttered out an apology directed at you, for bothering you (your heart broke a little) and a thank you directed at Tokoyami before stumbling to take a seat next to him.

Maybe that had awoken the little voice again, the one you'd gotten rid of a while ago. The one that whispered sweet promises into your ear and painted scenarios of you and Midoriya being happy together if you'd just give it a try and confess your feel...affliction with him.

Luckily you were already an expert on how to silent that nasty thing. The boy's reaction to your words was not that suprising after all. You had understood early that Midoriya was trying to be friendly with everybody, when his efforts were ignored his mood dropped quickly.

That was just the way he was.

After all, he was known to make friends quickly with those who weren't looking to get close to anyone, see Todoroki and Shinsou.

You were just about to smother the last bit of naive hope, then you caught Uraraka's eyes across the room.

Usually, you liked to think you and her got along quite well (considering the "i'm an asshole to your best friend" aspect of it). You weren't close but you had definitely reached the level where you were sending each other smiles when passing by or lending the other a pencil from time to time.

The way she looked at you now though made you rethink that.

Her eyes were ice cold, almost making you question if it was really Todoroki that had the ice quirk in your class. Her face was scrunched up in displeasure as she was staring you down.

It made you want to crawl up in a corner and die even more than you did on a regular basis.

You still felt the effects of it after you've turned back to your homework as a way escape what you could only call a disappointed but deadly glare, and to distract yourself. Uraraka had looked a little like a mother scolding you, but at the same time hoping you'd lit up and burn.

Which was a pretty disturbing image.

Unfortunately that wasn't the only occurrance.

You noticed quickly that every time you rejected Izuku's efforts (due to your dumb teenager brain) after that evening, Uraraka's eyes would be on you, schooling you with that icy glare again.

Not once did that fail to make you look away with shame.

You knew it couldn't be because you were being a jerk to her best friend, not even Bakugou had ever received such cold treatment from the brunette and he'd been quite persistent on making Midoriya's first semester in UA as hard as humanly possible.

Kaminari's voice chimed into your head once again and you had to physically shake that thought off.

You didn't need any false hope.

After all you were that kid in class that was always tired, mostly some kind of pissed and despite being kind of nice to most people (which you still think you are!) you were extremly rude to Midoriya.

There was no rational reason for him to be into you. None at all.

The only thing you two had in common was that both of you were constantly hunched over your notebooks, the green-haired boy to add to his collection of Hero analyses and you to do whatever you did with that old thing. You sketched, you wrote down notes and ideas, you made lists...really it was more junk than useful.

You'd been hung up about this fungus for days now, even more than usually and it slowly but steadily took over your thoughts of every awake minute of your day. You needed to stop this before "it" was getting too hard to control. If you weren't careful you would accidentally blurt out your feelings for him or even worse...

Do something as stupid as kiss him the next time he was trying to talk to you. That would be truly catastrophical.

You needed to get over this, be the bigger person and leave the infatuation die out. The best way to kill a fungus was to deprive it of its nutrition after all. So no false hope, no longingly staring at Deku, no picturing you two holding hands, nothing!

You were a Hero-in-Training, you wanted to be a Pro someday, so the only solution was to get a grip and handle your problems face on. By pushing them even deeper down until you were over them.

A knock on your door ripped you out of your thoughts. You startled at the noise.

It was late, you checked the clock and yes, it was late. Not late enough for anyone to be worried you were already in bed. It was common knowledge your sleeping schedule was fucked, considering how many times you joked with Shinsou about it, who, surprise, struggled with sleep, too.

Sitting up from your hunched over position on your chair, you contemplated whether to open the door or not. You really didn't feel like talking to anybody right now, too frustrated by the Midoriya Izuku problem you tried to find a solution for. Still you were curious who wanted to see you around this time, instead of just texting you.

Screw it, you thought.

You jumped up, crossing your room in a few steps before ripping open your door, half expecting Mina or maybe Shinsou in front of it. Who you found instead made you freeze and the greeting you'd prepared die on your tongue.

This was a joke, wasn't it?

"Ahh, i'm sorry. It's just me. I know it's late, i just...Can we talk?"

This was a joke. Your love life was a joke.

Just as you decided to get him out of your system, to stop engaging with him, to stop even thinking about him, who had chosen that exact moment to pop up in front of your door?

Midoriya freaking Izuku.

You stared at the green-haired boy, fidgeting nervously with his hand as he stood in front of you, tell-tale blush painting his freckly cheeks.

The audacity of him to look that adorable. It was beyond you.

Fuck, were you wordlessly staring again? Yes, Midoriya's increasingly worried expression told you you were doing just that.

What was that? Getting a grip on yourself? Yeah, right.

"I...i know, i'm sorry. I'll...it will only take a second," he tried again, stuttering helplessly around his words.

Why did he have to be so damn cute?

The only answer you managed was a curt nod, your brain once again failing to do the one thing it was supposed to do: Make your body function.

"I know you don't like me a lot. I..it's okay, i understand. You don't have to like me. I'm sure...i'm sure you have a reason, uh, it's fine really. I didn't want to bother you. I'll...i'll make this quick. Promise. I just, i need to tell you this to kind of..get it off my chest, i guess? Ochako thinks it's a good idea. To get it over with. To just tell you. You don't have to respond of course. I..."

Deku was rambling now, his cheeks tinted pink and despite how much you loved that sight, a flustered Midoriya Izuku with pink dusting his freckled cheeks, you knew if you didn't stop him now he would start manically mumbling to himself and you would have to struggle even harder to not do something stupid like, kiss the living shit out of him.

"Tell me what?" you disrupted and shit, you sounded more annoyed than you wanted to sound.

You blamed that on the frustration you felt with every growing minute you weren't able to just hold his hand and call him your boyfriend...okay what the hell, get a grip!

"Uh, right. I'm sorry, i'm rambling. I…," he let out a slow breath, straightened his shoulders and looked up at you with a new determination in his bright eyes. "I like you!"

Your brain short-circuited.

Midoriya, sweet, deadly Midoriya didn't seem to notice.

"I think you're amazing! You are so smart, your strategies during training and your idea about how Kaminari could use his pointer technique during the excercise on Tuesday was brilliant. I like that you're so honest with everybody and try your best to be nice to everyone! I know you were the one that locked Mineta into a locker because he was trying to spy on Yaoyorozu in the changing room. And you're, uh... you're pretty, too, aah", his face turned more red after saying that, "I know you probably don't feel the same, but maybe you do. Do you...do you like me, too?"

When Deku had finished he looked at you with the brightest smile you've ever seen on him, basically vibrating with excitement.

You were too overwhelmed by his sudden confession to be awestruck about it, your mind swirling with thoughts. Whatever you had expected, this was not it. This was anything but what you could have ever imagined and you had a wild imagination, your brain constantly came up with the weirdest ideas and scenarios you could be stuck in with him and still it could have never, ever made up something like that.

Midoriya Izuku confessing to you, telling you you were amazing and brilliant and pretty. He said you were pretty. He thought you were pretty. Class 2-A's personal sunshine believed you were pretty.

You were so lost in your own mind you hadn't noticed that you've continued staring at the boy in front of your door with a blank face for several minutes now. Midoriya's expression dulling with every second you didn't respond.

Panic. A wave of cold and suffocating panic washed over your body, leaving your body shaking. And shit, now your eyesight was getting blurry, too. Were you seriously about to fucking cry over some stupid boy confessing to you?

Deku, who noticed your glassy eyes, started to backtrack, throwing his arms in the air to wave them around franctically.

"I'm sorry. You...you don't have to say anything of course. It's okay if you...don't like me back. I-..."

You had shut the door in his face before he could finish his sentence and instantly regretted your impulsiveness at the glimpse you had caught of his face, a heartbroken look in his eyes, right before the door had closed.

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Why did you do that?

That was not what you wanted to do!

Now tears were freely streaming over your face and you quickly rubbed the fabric of your hoodie to your eyes.

You were so stupid.

How were you supposed to tell Izuku you liked him, too, after shutting your door in his face directly after he told you he had feelings for you.

You felt like absolute garbage.

─

Turned out garbage was not the end of it and you could actually feel worse than you already did.

You realized that the exact moment you caught sight of Midoriya Izuku's red and puffy eyes as he stumbled into class the next day.

Your heart sank when the usual giddy greeting the boy sent everyone's way stayed absent and Midoriya quickly scrambled to his seat, eyes lowered to the ground to avoid everyone's (and your) stare. Ururaka and Iida rushed to him as soon as he was sat down, obviously concerned about his blue state but he just waved them off with a smile you could tell wasn't genuine.

You didn't think you could bear seeing Midoriya like this for even a second longer, so you turned away and towards your open notebook again. Even without looking at the green-haired boy, you couldn't push down the guilt that was nagging away at you.

Mina who had noticed your glances towards Midoriya and crestfallen expression leaned back in her chair and gave you a questioning look as she subtly motioned towards the boy in question, who was probably trying to stop Uraraka from murdering you at the moment for all you knew.

The look in her eyes you've seen far too many times not to know what she was thinking.

This is your fault, isn't it?

Before you could answer, Aizawa, who you've never been happier to see, entered the room, his sleeping bag rolled up under his arm and declared the lesson was about to start.

Still, class, despite the partly interesting topic of hostage situations, did not help to take your mind off of Midoriya, who was for once in his life not taking notes on everything said like his life depended on it.

No, instead he was dully staring to the front, looking like his thoughts were far away.

And despite the fact that it made you feel even worse about yourself, you were unable to keep your glance from constantly shifting towards him. If only because you felt you deserved to feel like shit for wiping the smile off of Izuku's face and replacing it with tear-strained cheeks and dullen eyes.

As soon as lunch break arrived you were pulled away by Mina, who barely left you any time to pack up your things before she was dragging you out of the room. Kaminari followed behind you, obviously confused about what was going on but also keen to find out and be involved in the gossip.

You were a little surprised the pink-skinned girl waited long enough until you've gotten your food, which you weren't planning on eating anyway and sat down on one of the tables until she started the interrogation. Not that you planned to eat anyway.

"So, what did you do to our sunshine boy?"

Right to the point then, okay.

Kaminari looked between the both of you in confusion until the realization seemed to dawn on him.

"Wait, you are the reason Midoriya looks like he's cried himself to sleep?" the boy asked loudly, having never heard of subtlety.

Groaning, you buried your face in your hands.

Which was answer enough to Kaminari and Mina as they both started to bombard you with questions.

"What did you do?"

"Seriously, the guy looks heartbroken."

"Poor Midoriya. I've never seen him so sad. Oh no, he's crying."

"We knew you hated the dude, but you usually resort to only making Mineta cry."

You turned your head to look at the table you knew was usually preoccupied by Deku and his friends and fuck, he was crying, Mina was right.

Uraraka was hugging his shoulder, mumbling what you could only guess were reassuring words, or maybe she was telling him about the murder she was planning to commit on you to calm him. That girl was scarier than Bakugou when he was having one of his fits.

Midoriya tried to smile at his friends, probably to not worry them too much, that was so Deku. Unfortunately with the tears running down his face the smile didn't look very convincing.

"I'm a horrible person," you mumbled, turning around to bury your face in your arms.

"Well, only a little," Mina assured. "What exactly did you do?"

"He confessed to me and i shut the door in his face."

Silence fell over your table due to what you could only assume to be the shock your exclamation had caused.

"You're heartless," Mina deadpanned after a minute has passed.

"Well, why did you do that? What did the guy ever do to you?"

Kaminari sounded like you rejecting Midoriya like that was causing him personal pain.

Another groan, this one coming deep from within the depths of your soul, ripped from your lips.

You knew you were an asshole, they didn't have to tell you again.

"I panicked. I didn't know what to do!"

"So you shut the door in his face?" Kaminari specified, eyeing you with a critical look.

"Not purposefully! I just...he was telling me he liked me and then saying how amazing he thought i was and that he thinks i'm pretty and my brain short-circuited! I just...i panicked!" you tried to explain, but quickly found you didn't know what to tell them.

I've been crushing hopelessly on the boy for months now and didin't think he'd feel the same, so when he told me i almost started crying because i was so overwhelmed.

Yeah, not happening.

"Then apologize to him!" Mina urged you.

Kaminari nodded enthusiastically.

"Yeah. Say you're sorry and you didn't mean to be so harsh but he caught you by surprise!" he suggested and this time it was Mina's turn to show her enthusiasm with nodding vigorously.

"Yes! Then say he's a nice guy but you just don't feel the same. His heart will still be broken but he'll get over it," she continued.

Both of your friends highfived each other.

You looked down on the table, avoiding their glance. That would be a good plan, a solid plan, really, if it wasn't for the one vital fault it had.

"Yeah, can't do that."

You had said those words quietly, but Mina seemed to hear.

"Why not? Look at him. He's a mess," she told you.

You did not have to look at Midoriya probably still crying at his table to know that. Fuck, you didn't know if it was your guilt eating away at you but you swore you could hear him sniffling from over here.

Mina and Kaminari were staring you down and you decided to swallow down your pride. Put everything out there.

"Yeah, i know but...i can't tell him i don't return his feelings."

You were expecting outrage, confusion, shock, all of that. What you didn't expect was for Mina to start screaming at the top of her lungs.

"WHAT? YOU LIKE MI-"

You could only thank years of hero training for being able to launch toward the girl and clasp a hand over her mouth before she was able to finish the sentence.

"Mina! Shut up!"

Despite your efforts several heads turned your way, staring curiously into your direction. Out of the corner of your eye you saw that Midoriya was one of them and you started blushing furiously. Shit.

The pink-haired girl, you usually liked to call your best friend but maybe you should stop doing that right this instant, smirked at you with a dangerous twinkle in your eyes.

"You have a crush on Midoriya? Ha, is that why you're always so horrible to him? You're worse than Bakugou," Kaminari whisper shouted, then started laughing maniacally.

Mina joined him.

Staring blankly until they calmed down, you took the time to reconsider your life choices.

How come you had chosen to associate with those crackheads, when instead you could spend all your time with Tokoyami. He was calm, quiet, didn't engage in gossip and quite open to giving advice.

Shinsou would have been a possibility, too, if it wasn't for his involvement with Midoriya's friend group. You clearly lost all sympathy they ever held for you, now that you've broken their sunshine's heart...

"Perfect. Go tell him."

Mina's words managed to rip you out of your train of thoughts quick enough it almost gave you whiplash.

"Wha-"

Before you could finish though, the girl had already jumped to her feet, grabbed your arm and was dragging you around for the second time this day.

Realizing the direction she was heading for with you started panicking. You pulled your arm and dug your feet into the ground, but the girl’s grip was unrelenting.

“Mina. Stop it. Mina! Mina! Let me go!” you tried desperately.

And she did...only to push you the few remaining meters towards the table the so called ‘Dekusquad’ were sat at.

Several eyes darted to you as you came to a skidding halt. The most prominent glance belonging to a set of greens, filled with unshed tears.

Shit!

“Good luck!” Mina shouted from behind you and when you turned her direction you could spot her standing several feet away with fucking Kaminari next to her, both of them grinning and giving you a thumbs up.

"Y/n?" Uraraka's surprised voice forced you to look back toward the table.

You shot her a nervous smile, forcing your eyes to stay focused on her face instead of the boy right next to her. Judging by the worried look she gave you in return, you must look as crazy as you felt like in the moment.

"Uh...hi. Sorry. Wrong address," you sputtered, turning around to skitter away again, but Mina had sniffed out your attempted escape and appeared in front of you to shove you back towards them.

"No Mina. I...i need my backpack," you whisper shouted, trying to calm the beating heart in your chest.

She shoved it into your hands, but you didn’t have time to ask yourself where she even brought it out from, before you were standing in front of the very confused Deku and friends again.

Mina gave the people on the table a wide grin, turning towards the person of your affection.

"Now, Y/n has something to tell you, Midoriya sweetie,” she smiled sweetly at him and pat your head twice.

A last manic grin was sent your way before you were left on your own, again, stared down by Ururaka, Iida, Todoroki and none other than the boy himself.

"You've got something to say, Y/n?" Uraraka asked sweetly, cocking her head to the side.

"Ochako!" Deku complained quietly, before he looked towards you, red eyes wide and hopeful.

He sent you a nervous smile and your heart jumped at the sight. You had missed that smile so much and now you were the cause of it on top of it...

No! No, get a grip.

You scolded yourself mentally. For heaven’s sake, you were in UA, training to become a hero and you couldn't even tell the boy you liked that you were kind of, a little bit in lo...enamored by him.

That was pathetic. You already knew he felt the same about you. You could do this.

You clenched your fists, grip around your backpack tightening. You could do this! Taking a deep breath, then two more, you straightened your back.

"Let's talk!" you shouted, a little too loudly, cringing a little at your sudden outburst.

Fuck. Calm down!

"O-okay?"

Great, now he looked more intimidated than sad. Well done, Y/n.

You gave him a curt nod that ended up looking too robotic probably, judging by the confused glances you receibed, so you nodded once again. Then you clumsily gestured towards the exit of the cafeteria.

Izuku jumped to his feet, stumbling and almost falling in the process, quickly following behind you as you speed walked out of the room to find an area that was more abandoned with less nosy students that could overhear you confessing your...fungus to the boy.

The both of you ended up in one of the corridors that was kinda hidden away from the rest, as the only door led to a closet for cleaning utensilies.

"You...you wanted to talk?”

Midoriya was the first to break the silence, nervously looking around, as he fumbled with his hands. The tears had stopped but his eyes were still puffy and his nose was red. You felt even guiltier at the sight.

All the bravery you had been able to summon just seconds ago under Mina’s pressure had left your body when you realized you were alone with Deku now.

"Uh...yeah."

Before you could change your mind or say more stupid shit like "Uh...yeah" you dropped your bag to the floor, startling Midoriya, before kneeing down to rummage through the contents.

You found what you were looking for quickly, picking it up and pulling it out. Midoriya eyed the object in your hands with curiosity as you stood up again.

"Is that...your notebook?"

Ignoring the question you opened the book, quickly flipping through the pages until you found what you were looking for. You gulped. This would be embarassing, but you knew after making Midoriya cry you owed him some kind of amends.

With a sigh, and a final mental curse, you pushed the open book into his hands. The boy looked startled at first, looking at the item in his hands with interest.

His eyes widened, looking even bigger than they usually already were, when he took in the title of the opened page and he looked up at you with shining eyes.

"Just...read it," you pressed out, fighting the blush that threatened to creep up your cheeks.

That page...it contained 10 reasons of why you had thought you might have possibly developed a crush on him. You remembered you had written them down a few weeks ago, but unfortunately you still remembered all of them clearly.

10 reasons why i think i might have a crush on this Deku kid:

He's a soft boy (his freckles, his squishy cheeks, his cute fucking smile and did i mention the CURLS??? illegal!)

His face is irritating me. I want to pinch it, like every time he smiles or frowns or pouts or god...when he blushes...CAN HE JUST NOT DO THAT?

Extension: I think about kissing his face a lot...that's not normal. it's disgusting!

He is a crybaby and when he cries my heart hurts

Our zodiac signs are compatible (yes i checked)

I remember his birthday (it's july 15, boy's a cancer and nobody is surprised)

Yesterday he giggled and i think i went into cardiac arrest for a bit there

He's so smart, he mumbles a lot about theories and quirk observations and i don't even understand half of that shit but it's fucking hot

Green is suddenly my new favorite color whoops

He's so so nice to everyone! Even me! I'm awful! Stop it Izuku! I don't know how to do words around you and everytime you look at me with those big green eyes it doesn't fucking help.

You had adverted your eyes while Izuku was reading through your listing, your stomach churning with fear at how he’d react when he figured out you’d been into him for a while now.

The silence that followed was killing you and you had to fight yourself not to take a glimpse at the boy to see if he was finished reading by now.

“You...like me, too?”

The question starled you, although you should have expected it. You nodded quickly, still turned away, hoping he wouldn’t notice your flushed face.

A hand grabbed yours and you flinched a little in surprise at the sudden contact, head jerking to look at Izuku again.

The sight in front of you took your breath away.

Deku’s smile was so wide you thought it might split his face in two, his eyes watery and his lips wobbly with emotions. He squeezed your hand once, twice and you felt your blush deepen at the attention.

“I’m so glad, y/n-chan,” he told you, voice filled with emotion.

Your face probably exploded with red at the new nickname he had given you, a small smile breaking on your face as well as you saw Midoriya Izuku so wonderfully happy, smiling because of you.

Finally, you made him smile so wide and beautiful, all by yourself.

Maybe this fungus growing inside your chest with every second you let the boy in deeper wasn’t so bad after all...

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snorlaxlovesme · 4 years ago

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wishing for a shadow

Did anyone ask for a fix-it fic that actually addressed how fucked up it was to make a 15 year-old girl fight naked?

We really don’t talk about Hagakure Toru enough. I know that invisibility is a pretty well-used superpower by now, but Toru has been invisible ALL HER LIFE, ALL THE TIME. There’s so much good story potential there and Horikoshi is like, let’s have her do peace signs in the back of class 1-A pictures sometimes or whatever.

So here’s 8k words of Hagakure actually having a personality and searching for a way to have a hero costume. Cheers!

(Content warning for nudity, obviously, and implications of nonconsensual groping due to the invisible nudity. Did I mention that fighting and rescuing people naked as a teenage girl is really fucked up?)

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Toru hated her hero costume.

Or maybe it was fairer to say she hated her quirk. While everyone else had a special power that they could turn on and off at will, Toru had to deal with her quirk all. The. Time. And it was exhausting. Wearing special clothes on the train so she wouldn’t be sat on or shoved against a wall. Flicking on a designated lamp in her parent’s house so they’d know when she was home. Making just enough noise in class so that people remember she existed.

Being invisible had so many unnecessary drawbacks that early on in Toru’s life she decided there must have been a reason she was given this quirk. And maybe the reason was that she was meant to be a hero.

After all, it was the only real way to practically apply her quirk, wasn’t it? The choice was either to use her unique ability for good or fade into the background of her own life. So she chose to stand out, and what better way to do that than to apply to UA, the best hero school in all of Japan?

Newsflash: Hero school was hard. And even though no one could see them, coming back to the dorms every day covered in bruises and scrapes was not how Toru had planned to live out her teenage years.

What Toru really wanted was to be a normal girl. To go to the mall with her girl friends for make-overs and stay up way too late texting each other about which boy would ask them to the next school dance. She wanted to wear her hair in goofy styles and cry about zits and not worry about a building crushing her during her midterm exams. It was a simple dream, but Toru didn’t have a simple life. She’d thought by now she’d be over these silly fantasies, but when she saw her classmates’ modifications to their hero costumes the feeling hit her again before she could stuff it into that part inside of her where she kept her lost dreams.

Midoriya was testing out kicks at Ground Beta with his newly armored boots while Uraraka laughed a few feet in the air, marveling at her lack-of-queasiness from her new electromagnetic helmet. Toru stared forlornly at the new pair of gloves she’d received, with new colorful stitching. Her costume was….

Well, it wasn’t. The whole point of an invisibility quirk meant that she couldn’t wear a costume. It would kind of defeat the whole point then, wouldn’t it? To remain transparent, she couldn’t have any floating garments or gadgets attached to her body. Even the gloves themselves were technically a hindrance, but she needed some object to orient herself with her setting, otherwise her depth perception would suffer. It was a lot easier getting her bearings if she could tell whereabout her body was, and without her gloves she tended to move slower, not entirely sure where the rest of her body was while she moved.

Practically speaking, not having a costume for someone with a quirk like Toru’s made sense. Reasonably speaking—

“Oh! Hagakure-san, is that you?” Iida asked, embarrassed. She was lucky it was him who had run into her. His hero costume was made of bulky armor, so she doubted he felt it when he had brushed his arm against the side of her naked boob. She shrunk away.

“It’s not your fault, Iida-kun,” she said, hoping he could hear the smile in her voice and not the fakeness of it. “I’ll be more careful.”

It was hard, though. To be careful. The students of 1-A were gathered in a loose crowd in front of Aizawa-sensei, ready to hear what their mission was for today’s exercise. Toru was used to standing on the outskirts of groups to avoid being bumped into, but today she had gotten swept up in the middle. She held her gloved hands out at her sides, her default position to show everyone how much space she was taking up, but she still jumped when she felt Ojiro’s tail brush the small of her bare back. He flinched too, and sent an apologetic smile in her general direction, though nowhere near where her face actually was. She apologized again.

She hated her hero costume.

When class 1-A returned to the dorms, Toru made a beeline for her room, not that anyone noticed until her door slammed shut. She dug through her closet frantically until she found her warmest, fluffiest pink robe, and through it over her shivering body. She was so sick of this.

Aizawa-sensei was known as one of the toughest teachers of UA. He was also known for not playing favorites. But would it have killed him to warn her that they were doing underwater exercises today? While everyone else had at least some form of pants and a shirt to do their rescue dives in, Toru had to swim through the freezing-cold pool completely naked. It might have been an advantage if she didn’t have to spend most of her mental energy trying not to touch her rescue victim (Sato) with most of her body.

And coming out of the water? That was a treat. The water droplets that clung to her transparent body made her look like a sex-shop mannequin, perked nipples and all. She had no choice but to leave the training grounds immediately, nothing but wet footprints in the cement to prove she was even there to begin with. Toru waited until she had dried off before returning to class, making up a lie to Aizawa-sensei that she felt sick and hoping no one but Sato saw her dripping wet figure before she’d fled.

How come no one else had to deal with this? She’d tried to talk to Momo about it once, feeling like she of all people would understand Toru’s pain. After all, she had a quirk that required her to show a lot of skin as well. But ironically enough, Momo had responded that her quirk wasn’t so bad. And besides Mineta, all the other boys in their class were very respectful about not looking at her while she pulled back her hero costume to use her Creation quirk. Using it in public was hard, but certainly not impossible. Besides, Momo had pointed out, in the heat of hero-ing she barely had time to think about modesty. She was too focused on saving people.

Toru had left that conversation at that. Any further discussion would make her sound jaded, and that’s not the type of image she liked to project to the world. She didn’t have an actual image, so to others Toru’s attitude was all she had. So she kept quiet about how frustrating it was to have to constantly avoid being sexually harassed while saving people, all while hoping that others didn’t think she was sexually harassing them. Toru, the fifteen year old girl with a very unfortunate quirk, didn’t want to be made out to be a villain for something she simply could not help. But what was the right answer?

Toru searched the floor of her messy dorm room until she found a terry-cloth towel and then began to scrub her head with it, trying to dry off as quickly as possible and maybe just scrub the rest of this awful day off of her. The type of towel she was using would cause her hair to frizz (she watched enough beauty gurus online to know), but it made no difference to someone like Toru. The world didn’t know the incredible condition she normally kept her hair in.

Sometimes it felt like everything about her was a secret.

“Just hot soba again, Toru-chan?” Tsuyu asked her the following week at school as they grabbed their lunch trays. Even though her voice was even as she said it, Toru could tell there was concern in it. Even at lunchtime, Toru could always be found with either bread or a sweet on her tray. It had been quite a while since she’d eaten a red bean bun. She just wasn’t in the mood lately.

“Yeah, I’m just not very hungry today,” Toru told her friend, trying to sound chipper. She didn’t want to concern anyone, not in the least, but it was getting harder and harder to keep up her upbeat attitude when everything about her quirk just seemed to be bothering her lately.

Tsuyu nodded, though she didn’t look convinced. But thankfully she wasn’t the type to pry, so she led them to an empty table in the cafeteria. Toru sat across from Tsuyu and removed her face mask, a plain black one that she had bought online a few months back when she had hay fever. Lately she’d been feeling very self-conscious of people constantly talking to her chest, so she started wearing the mask to give people something on her face to focus on when they spoke to her.

She slurped her soba noodles in silence, not having much to say, when Midoriya and Todoroki passed by.

“Are these seats taken?” Todoroki asked. Toru glanced around to make sure they were talking about actual empty seats, not hers. But there were two vacant seats next to Tsuyu, who gestured to the boys that they could join them when she continued peeling an apple for herself.

“Have they bothered trying to see if Eri’s quirk would work on him?” Todoroki asked, continuing a conversation they must have started while getting their food.

Midoriya shrugged. “I haven’t asked lately. I think they’re still scared that Eri wouldn’t be able to control her quirk and would rewind him too far. She’s still so young.”

“When would be an appropriate age for her to finally use it on him, then?”

“Are you talking about Togata-senpai, ribbet?” Tsuyu asked.

Midoriya nodded, looking pained. “I don’t know, Todoroki-kun. He’s still coming to school, at least, but not full-time. Without his quirk he doesn’t have much use for the hero courses he was taking.”

Toru had vaguely heard about this from Tsuyu and Ochako. Apparently the third-year who had done a fight demonstration for class 1-A after the provisional exam was injured during the Shie Hassaikai raid. He’d been hit by one of the darts manufactured to take away people’s quirks while rescuing a child. Toru, in one of her darker moments, had selfishly wondered what would happen if she had gotten hit by a dart like that. Would all of her problems be solved? If her quirk was erased would she be visible? Could she finally live her life like a normal girl?

But then she had passed by the hospital wing shortly after, to get some bandages for Kaminari. Togata Mirio sat alone in a hospital bed with a bandage wrapped around his waist and the blankest expression she had ever seen on the normally-cheerful upperclassmen’s face. She was thankful for her quirk in the moment, so Togata didn’t have to see the shame written all over her.

The feeling still burned through her at the mention of his name, so Toru kept to herself as she ate her lunch, seamlessly blending with the background as she often did.

“Le Million isn’t gone just because Togata-senpai doesn’t have his quirk,” Tsuyu told the boys insightfully. “He’s still plenty heroic without his Permeation.”

“He could always just be a citizen for a few years until Eri gets older, I suppose,” Todoroki said idly. “Or he could be a police officer. Quirks aren’t required to be a part of the force.”

Midoriya stared off into the distance. “I guess. I just can’t imagine him in a police uniform instead of his hero costume. It’s too hard to think about.”

Toru slurped her noodles a bit too loudly at that, and all at once all eyes were on her. Well, her chopsticks.

“Hagakure-san?” Midoriya said.

Toru cleared her throat delicately before speaking. “Hero costume? I thought that Togata-senpai couldn’t wear clothes while using his quirk.”

“Oh!” Midoriya said cheerfully, understanding her surprise. “The only time you saw him fight was in his P.E. uniform, wasn’t it? No, Le Million’s hero costume is this really awesome full-body suit with a cape and the number one million written across the chest! I think he got the inspiration from—”

“But how does it stay on him?” Toru asked, cutting Midoriya off before he could start rambling.

If Midoriya was put off by her interruption, he was kind enough not to show it. “It’s woven out of some specially-made fabric,” Midoriya said. “The inspiration appears to be from—”

And for the second time that day, Toru cut Midoriya off. But this time it was to abruptly leave the table, leaving the rest of her soba and her friends behind.

Toru hoped all the work she had put in making friends with her classmates for the past few months would make up for her rudeness at lunchtime. But after hearing that there was a specially-woven fabric that could form to quirks, Toru could no longer sit idly by.

This could have been her solution! Not the one she had secretly, selfishly wished for, that her quirk would one day disappear and she would wake up a normal, visible civilian. But the more attainable goal, that she could find a way to make a costume that wasn’t so revealing. Something that gave her more coverage while still allowing her to maintain the one advantage that her quirk gave her in the field.

She had run immediately to the Principal Nezu’s office and requested Togata Mirio’s contact information, saying that it was urgent and related to education. The principal gave it to her with little hesitation, perhaps seeing an outcome to their meeting that she couldn’t fathom with her human brain. But Toru didn’t care, so long as she was able to talk to Togata about the nature of his costume.

Texting him had been a little nerve-wracking, especially since her senpai probably didn’t even know she was alive, but after explaining through text that she was a student from 1-A with some hero questions, Togata seemed perfectly happy to meet her in the courtyard on campus and chat with her.

Feeling better than she had in weeks, Toru made an effort in her appearance. Wearing a form-fitting black turtleneck, checkered skirt, and thigh-high stockings, she was feeling more like herself than she had in a very long time. Another girl would probably style her hair or apply make-up for a meeting with an upperclassmen boy, but Toru didn’t. She brushed her transparent hair and let it hang down straight, not that anyone else would know the difference. She did choose a more stylish mask today, looping a purple one with a bedazzled kitty face on it around her ears before heading away from the dorms to their meeting spot.

She sat on a bench in the courtyard, a few minutes early, and anxiously tapped on her thighs as she waited. Now that she was here, she was starting to get nervous. As excited as she was to talk about hero costumes, it was now occurring to her that her blank-faced senpai might not actually want to talk about hero work now that he had been forcefully relegated to civilian status. He’d gone through a traumatizing ordeal and had his whole life ripped away from him only a few months ago. Was she being incredibly selfish again?

“Hagakure-san?” Toru heard, and leapt to her feet awkwardly as Togata entered the courtyard.

“S-senpai! I’m glad you could come on such short notice!” she squeaked. She shouldn’t have asked him to come, what was she thinking—

“I like your mask,” he said with a sunny smile, coming to sit beside her on the stone bench. He didn’t look upset in the slightest. “I really love cats.”

“Really?” Toru asked stupidly.

“Yeah!” he said enthusiastically. “The way their tails swish back and forth, their rough tongues, their little toe beans? Cats are the best. If I could spend a day in a pile of cats, that would be the best day ever.”

Toru….did not know how to respond to that. The last time she saw him he had looked so depressed. She didn’t think that he would come here to talk to her and look so happy. Togata was sitting beside her, all six-foot-something of him, with his broad shoulders and his perfect hair and he was talking to her about cats. What did she call him here for again?

Thankfully, Togata could not see the way she was gaping at him and just took her silence as a means to continue. He went on a Midoriya-like ramble for the next few minutes or so about his favorite breed (Singapura) before Toru finally found the will to speak.

“Togata-senpai?” she said gently, trying to make up for her earlier rudeness with her friends by at least interrupting this boy kindly. He stopped talking to look at her curiously. “I actually didn’t come here to talk about cats. I was hoping to talk to you about hero work…if that’s okay,” she tacked on lamely, hoping not to offend him.

He looked unbothered, smiling at her kindly. “Sure! I have a lot of experience out in the field, so I’m sure I could offer you some advice if you need it. Is something bothering you?”

“Well,” Toru said, looking down at her lap. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to bare her soul so openly to someone who was basically a stranger to her, so he kept her explanation brief. “Due to my quirk,” she splayed her arms out to gesture to her invisible form, “I don’t have a lot of options, costume-wise. Midoriya told me that your Le Million costume was constructed of a special fabric so that you could wear it while using your Permeation quirk, and I was just wondering if the same material might work for my quirk as well?”

Togata looked on thoughtfully. “Well, you see. My costume was made from my own hair.”

Toru blinked.

“Your hair?”

He nodded. “With Permeation, I phase through every solid object around me when I use my quirk. You saw me fight your class, I could barely keep my P.E. uniform on,” he said with a bashful chuckle. “But if my costume is made from me, I can use my quirk on it so both me and my clothes permeate. You see?”

“Oh,” Toru murmured.

She really didn’t realize how much hope she had in this plan until it was dashed right in front of her eyes. There wasn’t some special all-in-one fabric swatch she could use to make her own full-body suit with a cape. She was Hagakare Toru, and life did not treat her that kindly. She would spend the rest of her hero days either shivering from the cold or being unintentionally (or even worse, intentionally ) groped by every person she attempted to save.

Her vision swam from disappointment, and when the tears started beading in the corners of her eyes, she did nothing to stop them.

“Hagakure-san! What’s wrong?” her senpai asked, flapping his hands wildly in concern when he saw the water drip down the invisible contours of her cheeks.

“I just thought—I just hoped I could have a costume like yours, Senpai,” she sniffed miserably. “I can’t stand doing hero work with no clothes on. I don’t want to want to be a hero if I have to be naked for it.”

Togata seemed to finally understand what she was here for, and the sympathy in his eyes showed it. While the pity was appreciated, she wasn’t sure she wanted to be around anyone right now. She stood to leave, but before she could turn away from him Togata touched her very gently at the elbow. She stopped and looked down at his hand, and he immediately took it away.

“Wait, don’t go yet. I understand completely what you mean. I spent so much of my first year at UA forced to laugh it off whenever my clothes would fall off while training with my classmates. I know how it must feel for you, to an extent.”

Toru thought of her classmates, who brushed off her concerns dismissively. “You do?”

That constant smile returned to his face, though there was a sad twist to it. “Embarrassing. Vulnerable. Incredibly lonely.”

She blinked a few more tears away and nodded.

Togata continued. “It’s hard when you have a quirk with such a unique drawback. No one wants to think too much about how hard it might be for you. Especially since you’re so cheery; you can’t possibly be bothered by it. Sound familiar?”

To a tee.

“It sucks having to be the positive one all the time,” she said, brushing her cheeks with the palm of her hand. “It means no one likes you when you act truly unhappy.”

Togata swallowed and nodded. She wondered what it must be like for him now, to have lost his quirk and still keep that sunny smile on his face. She wondered how genuine he was when he first showed up here, or if he was putting on an act just like she did every day.

She thought to ask him. “Togata-senpai—?”

But Togata was already pressing on. “But I do think there’s something we can do for you. While the material for my suit won’t be usable for you, there’s no reason why the same method of costume production won’t work for you, Hagakure-san.”

“My hair?”

Togata shrugged. “If it worked for me, I don’t see why it wouldn’t work for you. It’s worth a shot, anyway. How long is your hair?”

Without asking, his hand reached out. Toru never got used to this. It was always worse because of how horrible people were at guessing body position. You’d think that after looking at so many humans on a day-to-day basis that people would be able to reasonably guess where certain body parts were, but Toru was often unpleasantly surprised by where people grabbed her first.

She closed her eyes and waited for it to be over, but his hand never fell. She cracked open one eye and saw Togata’s hand, suspended a few inches above the crown of her head. Her eyes then flicked to his face, where he waited patiently for her.

The saltwater didn’t seem to have fully left her eyes as she reached up her hand and took hold of his own, before guiding it gently down the length of her hair. His fingertips grazed the very ends of the strands for a moment before letting it fall back to her shoulders. He smiled again.

“That should be plenty to start.”

“Shouldn’t we be going to the Costumes Department?” Toru asked as she followed Togata’s lead, walking towards a wing of UA that she’d never needed to enter before today.

“Nah, they’d take too long to make it. They’re always backed up. But the Support Class students are always itching for new projects,” Togata said like the wise senpai he was. “No one is more Plus Ultra than UA students themselves, after all,” he said with a wink.

Toru took this logic in stride as she stood before the Support Class Workshop, but admittedly she was a little nervous. They were still students, after all.

“What if they mess up?” she asked. She’d be foolish to not voice her fears now, before it was too late.

Togata seemed unfazed. “Then we try again. Hair isn’t a finite resource after all. It grows back. And if you can find someone with a helpful quirk, your costume material could grow back faster than you think!”

Toru supposed she couldn’t argue with that, so she steeled herself for whatever was to come and opened the door.

A drone zipped past her head and out the door, so quick Toru didn’t even have time to duck.

“Don’t leave the door open!” a student covered in grime yelled from on top of an incredibly tall ladder. “My babies will escape!”

“Babies?” Toru asked curiously. Togata closed the metal door behind them and caught another drone flying their way before it could smack into the wall. The student who had yelled at them before was already focusing her attention elsewhere, picking up an electric tool that Toru couldn’t identify and hopping inside of the cabin of a giant mech.

“That’s Hatsume Mei,” Togata told her. “She’s a first-year, but she’s already at the top of the Support Class. If anyone can help you, it’s her.”

“Is that praise I hear?” Hatsume Mei called out, poking her head out of the robot and grinning wildly. “Le Millioni! It’s been ages. What can I do for you?

“We’re actually here for Hagakure-san today.” Togata explained the situation to her while she worked, undeterred when Hatsume climbed back in her machine and continued working on her invention. He told her of Toru’s unique problem as impersonally as possible, only telling her the necessary details, which Toru was grateful for. Her fingers fiddled with the hem of her skirt as she waited until Togata ended his explanation, wondering if Hatsume could fashion a costume for her out of her own hair.

“So you said it was mid-back, right?” Hatsume Mei yelled over the sound of a drill. She was back inside the robot and sparks were shooting out of it at rapid intervals. Toru and Togata ducked their heads in tandem as some shot their way.

“Closer to my lower back, actually!” Toru shouted back.

Toru had always been incredibly proud of her hair. It was a personal thing, obviously, since no one could see it, but that didn’t stop Toru from meticulously maintaining it from a young age. Even if it wasn’t visible, Toru could still feel it, so she’d always gone out of her way to treat her hair properly so she could at least revel in the sleek texture of it. She’d followed beauty influencers online for years to discover the perfect balance of shampoos, conditioners, leave-ins, and other miracle products to keep her hair in perfect condition. Hair length like hers could only be achieved through proper care of healthy hair.

The drilling noise cut off suddenly and Hatsume pulled herself out of the robot and climbed down the ladder. She flipped up her grease-smudged goggles to eye Toru curiously. Toru, used to this reaction, let herself be scrutinized.

“I can work with that,” she said finally. “Though there is the caveat of it being invisible. I need to be able to see my materials in order to make a beautiful baby out of them.”

There was always something, wasn’t there? Every time Toru thought she was taking a step in the right direction, the rug was pulled right out from under her—

“That’s an easy fix, though,” Togata said. “Temporary hair dye will help you cut it off of her and work it into usable fabric. Then you can wash the dye out when you’re all done.”

And just like that, there was hope again. Toru looked at Togata in amazement.

Hatsume smiled grandly at Togata. “Look at that! Beauty and brains. What don’t you have, Le Million?”

A quirk , Toru thought glumly. But Togata didn’t miss a beat. “Time to waste, Hatsume. Toru needs this costume done as soon as possible, okay?”

“Don’t they all,” Hatsume said flippantly, tossing her tool on a desk behind her. “Alright, cutie,” she said, addressing Toru this time. “If you want support gear from me ASAP then I’m going to need you to come back to me as quick as you can with dyed hair, got it? Then I’ll get to work on turning it into something usable for you.”

“Do you really think you can do it?” Toru asked. All of this hoping was exhausting her.

“Ye of little faith. I perform miracles in this workshop every day!” she shouted, extending her arms out widely to gesture to the room of junked parts. “Now, begone until you’ve returned with dyed hair. I have schematics to work up.”

And just like that, they were kicked out of Hatsume Mei’s workshop of miracles, something Toru believed in for the first time in a long while.

Two days later, Toru walked out of the Workshop of Miracles feeling lighter than she had in all the time she’d been a student at UA. Most of that was due to the 13 inches of hair cut from her head, but she couldn’t deny that optimism had something to do with it too.

“I like the haircut,” Togata told her as he met up with her outside of the workshop. He was smiling that same sunny smile, but Toru didn’t have it in her to question it after feeling so high.

She shook her head from side to side, reveling in the feeling of the tips of her hair hitting her face. The other night she had approached the girls of 1-A with a proposition: make-over night. Thrilled beyond all belief, they were incredibly eager to follow her to the drugstore for a night of fun, picking out nail polish and facial masks and of course, hair dye. After mixing it with care, Ochako had taken a specially purchased paintbrush to apply the dye evenly and consistently to her hair, making sure every strand was fully coated. The morning after, she had sent an email to Aizawa-sensei saying she wouldn’t be able to participate in Stealth training for a week and then took the day to bask in the feeling of being truly seen.

“It’s a shame I didn’t get to see it while it was still long,” he said as he walked beside her, matching his pace with hers as they made their way to the cafeteria. Despite the fact that she had a freshly-cut, lilac-colored bob swishing on her head, he still made the effort to focus his gaze on the space between her hairline and her mask, a white one with rainbow-colored cat whiskers. Toru smiled widely.

“It’s alright, Senpai. You didn’t miss anything,” she said genuinely.

What he wouldn’t want to miss was still yet to come.

This was, perhaps, the one time Toru truly allowed herself to be manhandled. Even the word “allow” felt a little strong, for Hatsume Mei had come to her with an eagerness that couldn’t be denied, but with Toru being just as ecstatic as the engineer was, she didn’t push back too much when Hatsume insisted that she blindfold Toru for the reveal of her new costume. So after tying a UA uniform-standard tie around her eyes, Hatsume set to work dressing Toru, making easy work of her and not once misplacing where certain body parts might be.

“Are you guys almost done in there?” Togata asked from outside of the crudely-made fitting room. It wasn’t more than some strategically placed Support Pieces and a curtain draped between the stacks, but it was more privacy than Toru usually got when she undressed, so she was grateful.

“Al-moooooost,” Hatsume sang, in an extraordinary mood, which only made Toru’s spirits climb higher. After the rustling of fabric and a few tugs later, Toru felt herself being spun in a circle and led to the outside of the fitting room. Togata remained quiet as Hatsume untied the tie and pulled it from Toru’s eyes in a grand flourish.

Before Toru was a large full-length mirror, with Togata off to the side, watching with quiet awe. She almost couldn’t understand his expression at first, until she turned her body slightly and saw her hair catch the light, a purple shimmer still tinting parts of it even after she’d washed it several times.

But that’s all she saw.

Toru walked forward and touched her hand to the mirror before pulling it away. The glass felt cool and smooth beneath her palm, but she had not seen her approach the entire time she’d walked towards it. Only Togata and Hatsume’s giant smiles as they stood behind her.

Togata’s expression started to dip when he saw the tears rolling down Toru’s cheeks, a similar sight to what he had seen the day he first met her, except now they were suspended alone in midair.

“Oh, no. Hagakure-san, if you don’t like it—”

A little laugh bubbled out of her before she could stop herself, then another, until Toru found herself crying and laughing in equal parts.

Togata looked confused until Hatsume, who had never stopped grinning, handed over her goggles to him.

“Click the right button twice for thermal imaging, Beauty,” she whispered to him.

And then Togata was able to see Toru as she truly stood, a smile practically splitting her face in two as her hands roved up and down her body. Just her 13 inches of hair had made enough material for a shirt the length of a crop top, with spaghetti straps crossed behind her back. Her bikini-cut bottoms covered her front and backside completely, and there was even a tiny bit of material left over to make a tie for Toru’s hair, so the longer strands of her bob could be pulled back into a small ponytail at the back of her head. She was invisible, but she was covered , for the first time in her life, and Toru couldn’t stop crying as she clung to the feeling of security around all her most intimate parts.

“Now once your hair grows back, I’ll be able to add more to it, of course. This is just the prototype stage. If you take your vitamins or, if you’re like our senpai over here, you find someone with a hair-growth quirk, we’ll be able to add all sorts of pieces to it, such as—”

Hatsume couldn’t get any more words out, crushed as she was in Toru’s vice grip embrace.

“Thank you,” she cried into the engineer’s neck. “Thank you so much.”

Hatsume hummed and patted her back. “All in a day’s work. Glad I could help.” She rubbed Toru’s bare shoulder for a moment before jumping back. “Oh! Wait, I didn’t show you the best part.”

She extracted herself from Toru to head back to the makeshift dressing room, where she brought out the briefcase that all UA students carried their costumes in. Toru’s had previously only contained her white striped gloves. But when Hatsume opened it up, she saw much more.

It almost looked like a miniaturized closet, a rod going across the top of it and a tech-y looking hanger dangling from the middle. On the bottom of the velvet-lined case were a bunch of black discs the size of silver dollars, each with a blinking red light.

“This—” Hatsume said as she pointed to the hanger “—is where you put your costume after you’re done wearing it. The hanger is weight sensitive, so when your costume is on it, it will light up green so you know that it’s there even if you can’t see it. Should it not be in your case and you need to try and locate it—” Hatsume picked up one of the small discs “—use one of these sensors to track it. Your costume gives off a signal that can be registered on one of these from up to 500 meters away. There’s a tiny twist of wires in both pieces that act as a homing beacon. I made them as small as possible so they’re barely visible to the human eye unless you’re dancing in front of a stark white background. Otherwise you should be good.”

Toru twisted and turned about, patting down her sides, unable to even feel the wires Hatsume was talking about. The engineer was good.

“Why are there so many sensors?” she asked.

“Ah, yes. These also double as tools to be given to your team when you go out on assignment for hero work. Now your teammates can locate you even if you can’t respond to them aloud. Helps with rescue ops and things like that.”

Toru didn’t know what to say.

“You put a tracking device in my suit so my friends can find me?”

“Yes, essentially.”

Toru swallowed, the emotion in her throat coming close to clawing out of her. How did Hatsume know? How could she have known that Toru was terrified of getting lost or injured during her hero work? Of no one knowing where to look? She’d never told anyone that. She was Hagakure Toru, the upbeat attitude of 1-A, the comic relief when everyone else was feeling overwhelmed. How did she know Toru was petrified that a stealth operation would turn into a mission where she’d be lost forever?

“I can’t take the credit for that idea,” Hatsume continued good-naturedly. “Brains here came up with that one.”

Toru turned to her senpai, who had been standing back the entire time and staying out of the girls’ way as they discussed the details of the costume. He was still wearing Hatsume’s ridiculous-looking goggles, which meant he could still see Toru, though it seemed like he didn’t need the goggles at all for that to be possible. Maybe he’d been the one person truly seeing her this whole time.

She stepped toward him, not at all feeling self-conscious for perhaps the first time in her life and took his hands in hers.

“Thank you for everything you’ve done for me, Togata-senpai,” she said, her voice packed with sincerity.

She’d seen so many smiles from him in these past two weeks, but the crooked one that climbed up his face now felt the most genuine out of all of them.

“I’m always here to help,” he told her.

No, this was the most genuine smile she’d seen him wear in weeks.

“I can’t believe it! I can’t believe it!”

She laughed good-naturedly as the former-hero Le Million lay on the floor of a cat café, covered in kittens. He’d been shrieking with joy for the past half hour while she sipped her coffee and watched him. This was the least she could do for her upperclassmen after all he’d done for her lately. A small orange kitten crawled over his chest and flicked its tail at Togata’s nose, and he looked like he just won the lottery.

“This is the best day,” he said happily, his hands patting at the floor while an older striped cat batted at his fingers. “I feel like now I owe you something, Hagakure-san. You didn’t have to do this.”

“I absolutely did,” she said, setting down her cup. A cat sitting on the chair across from her scurried away at the noise, not being able to comprehend how the cup had seemingly moved on its own. “And frankly I owe you about a thousand more cat cafés after all you’ve done for me.”

Togata sat up, holding the striped cat up to his face to give her forehead a kiss before setting her down to run away. He looked at Toru, eyes still full of light. “Now that’s just silly.”

Maybe so, but Toru felt he deserved it nonetheless. She wouldn’t be feeling as happy, as safe, as she felt now without his help. And the trackers…she really couldn’t thank him enough. He’d done so much for her despite barely knowing her.

She wished she had been able to do the same when she saw him in that hospital bed all those months ago. When he was feeling lost, who had helped out Le Million? Back then, Toru had seen the pain on his face and had only thought of herself. Toru felt the venomous shame coursing through her veins again. Underneath all the smiles and child-like exuberance was a boy who was suffering without his quirk. The fact that she’d envied someone who’d been hurt so deeply still made her stomach twist. The cat café could provide him temporary happiness, but she could see that saving people was the thing that caused him real joy.

“Togata-senpai?”

Togata, who’d been dangling a feathered toy in front of an uninterested black cat’s face, looked up.

She was going to ruin his good mood, but she felt like she had to say it.

“I’m sorry you lost your quirk.”

For once, Togata didn’t plaster an automatic smile to his face. “Why do you say that?”

Toru fiddled with the hem of her uniform skirt awkwardly, unable to look him in the eye. “You seem like a really kind person. I know that you would have made an amazing hero.” She cleared her throat awkwardly. “The fact that you lost your quirk is really unfair.”

Togata remained quiet. Toru did as well, not knowing if she should continue or change the subject to lighten the mood. Hagakure Toru, known for her cheery attitude, was not known for her grace when it came to serious topics. She probably shouldn’t have brought it up. It was out of her own guilt that she felt the need to mention it, and now she was forcing Togata to think about it—

Togata stood up, leaving the bell toy in front of the cat, and sat at the table with her. His voice was uncharacteristically somber when he spoke.

“I won’t lie to you. When I lost my quirk, I thought it was unfair too. I’ve worked hard my entire life to be able to turn my quirk into something useful, and having all that hard work taken from me so suddenly felt like a slap in the face. Like a part of me was taken, you know?”

Toru nodded sympathetically.

“But you know what?” Togata said. “After a while I began to realize that no one can control what is or isn’t fair in their lives. We can only control how we react to it.”

There was truth in the simplicity of his statement. Toru felt it in her bones every time she’d been dismissed, ignored by people who often forgot about her if she didn’t work so hard to take up space. Life was unfair, and the bitterness she felt in her heart about her own quirk probably wouldn’t go away for a long time. But stewing in hate wasn’t going to help her move forward either.

Togata continued, “I lost my quirk, maybe permanently, but that doesn’t change my purpose. Le Million’s goal is to save a million people. I don’t need to be a hero to do that. Every day that I help someone in need is another person saved, and I use that reminder to stay focused on the future.”

Toru thought about that. “Does that mean I’m another person you saved?”

Togata hummed pensively. “Maybe. But I think that asking for help means that you already did half the work for me. And now that you can do hero work more comfortably, you can save lots of people too!”

The smile forming on his face was infectious. She felt the corners of her lips turning up, hope lighting a fire in her heart that hadn’t been there a month ago.

Toru put her hands on her hips, but kept a teasing edge to her voice.. “Don’t think that you can use my rescues towards your count, Le Million!” Toru retorted playfully. “If you want to save a million people you need to do it fair and square!”

Togata laughed at her joke—a full, exuberant sound that Toru found she quite liked. The conversation tapered off from there as her senpai located a lone Singapura cat basking in the sunlight a few tables down, but Toru was fine with that. Something told her that this was the beginning of a new chapter for both of them.

The future was looking brighter for her already, and with a new costume and a new friend, she was excited to see the kind of hero she’d turn out to be.

#hagakure toru #hagakure tooru #bnha #my hero adademia #togata mirio #hatsume mei #my writing #bnha fic

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schrijverr · 4 years ago

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Bakugo’s mom is Dutch and at home, he speaks Dutch. He hadn’t realized the class hadn’t caught on yet, until he’s calling with his mom. After that, they notice more Dutch things.

(AKA, I’m Dutch and I’m having fun with making Bakugo Dutch as well)

On AO3.

Ships: none

Warnings: none, but tell me if I missed anything!

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Bakugo Mitsuki had not always been a Bakugo, she’d not even always been Mitsuki. Before she was a Bakugo, she had been a Jansen, Marjolein Jansen, and her parents had moved from the Netherlands to Japan for her fathers job.

But that had been when she was eleven and she was fluent in Dutch, teaching it to her son when he was young.

They were a multi-lingual household with Mitsuki swearing in Dutch as she stubbed her toe while Masaru told Bakugo to put on his shoes in Japanese.

Katsuki took great pride in the fact that he spoke two languages, often teaching swearwords in Dutch to the other kids on the playground.

However, after a few years the novelty had worn of for most and it became just another fact of life that Kastuki would sometimes swear under his breath in a different language or forget an easy word only to grumble a weird word until he had found the translation.

Being in a Japanese school and watching Japanese media, however, ensured that Katsuki was much more comfortable in Japanese than Dutch. Even if Dutch was the language he spoke at home, so by the time he entered UA, he hardly ever spoke Dutch outside of his mom and grandparents.

Since he hardly ever spoke Dutch, it took a long while for everyone in his class to even notice that he could speak another language.

Of course, when you were running for your life it was hard to notice that your friend was chanting “kut, kut, kut, kut,” under his breath instead of a more familiar swear and you didn’t see them talking to their mom at school.

So, it wasn’t until they moved into the dorms together that people started to notice it.

The first instance was mostly brushed off. Bakugo and Midoriya had been talking about hero training classes when Bakugo said: “We never really did more- more- more,” he snapped his fingers, obviously annoyed, and grumbled, “godverdomme, reddingswerk, wat is dat ook alweer?” he looked at Midoriya and repeated, “Reddingswerk?”

Midoriya shrugged, he didn’t know what the Dutch word meant. Bakugo groaned, before explaining: “What we did with Thirteen.”

“Rescue?” Midoriya offered.

“Yeah, that’s the bitch,” Bakugo said, “We never really did more rescue work after that, now did we.”

“Hmm, yeah, we should ask Iida about that, as class rep, he might be able to do something about it,” Midoriya agreed and the conversation continued normally.

He already knew of the Dutch and hadn’t been phased by it, while most the class had only heard the tone Bakugo used, which was as usual annoyed and angry, not really registering the language as different.

The next time someone could have noticed, but didn’t was when he was helping Kaminari with his English homework. Kaminari groaned: “How can you keep track of all these letters? It’s so confusing.”

“I already knew the alphabet,” Bakugo shrugged, remembering how his mother had showed him how to write down his name differently and the fairytales she used to read to him.

“That’s nice, wish that were me,” Kaminari said miserably, looking at his homework.

“It’s still fucking confusing,” Bakugo huffed, thinking of the English pronouncing ‘a’ as ‘e,’ while pronouncing ‘e’ as ‘i,’ or why they couldn’t say the ‘w’ like a normal person. He blinked out of his thoughts and said: “Oi, focus again, Battery-boy.”

Kaminari startled and whined, but turned back to his homework with much displeasure.

A few days later, Bakugo stubbed his toe on the table near the couches when he got up to grab himself something to drink. He grabbed his foot and swore: “Godver de tering zooi. Kut, kut, kut. Holy shit, godver. Wat een tyfus tafel. Fuck that hurt. Klere ding.”

Everyone blinked at the outburst, before Mina asked: “What the fuck was that?”

“That’s called swearing, Raccoon,” Bakugo glared at her, “Who even put this table here?”

“The school, idiot,” Jiro shrugged, not really looking further into the weird noises that had come out of Bakugo’s mouth, because she didn’t think it above him to know obscure swears, just to add to his repertoire.

Bakugo glared at her as well, but the throbbing in his toe had subsided and he wasn’t really looking to pick a fight when they were about to watch a movie. So he dropped it and just went to grab himself a drink.

It was not until his mother called him that people truly caught on to the fact that it was an entirely different language, instead of some weird swears here and there. His phone rang while on the couch and he groaned when he saw who was calling.

Kirishima asked: “Who’s mama?”

“It’s my mom, dumbass,” he said, before swiping to pick up and saying: “Hallo met is Katsuki, waarom bel je me, heks?”

The person on the other side of the line said something, while Kirishima and Mina stared in confusion at the incomprehensible babble coming out of Bakugo’s mouth.

“Kon dat niet wachten?” Bakugo replied after a moment, getting up to get a bit of privacy as he spoke, “Ik zit hier beneden nu met mensen, we zijn ons huiswerk aan het doen. En dat is pas over een week, ook nog, by the way. Waarom val je me daar nu mee lastig?”

Midoriya came in and Mina whispered to him: “What’s he doing?” with a nod to Bakugo.

The other boy looked at Bakugo just as he said: “Nee, ik heb het al met Aizawa besproken, ik kan gewoon dat weekend naar huis komen. Hij snapte ‘t toen ik uitlegde dat opa en oma van ver komen.”

So, Midoriya shrugged: “Talking with his mom, I suppose. I don’t speak Dutch, sorry.”

“Why is he even speaking Dutch?” Kirishima asked, completely confused.

“Because his mom is Dutch.” Midoriya was confused by Kirishima’s confusion, surely they knew this already?

A few more people walked in and looked between the three confused teens and Bakugo, who was oblivious to the stares Mina and Kirishima were giving him.

He nodded even though his mom couldn’t see and said: “Ja, dat weet ik. Ik heb het opgeschreven. Ik ben niet achterlijk hoor, heks. Natuurlijk vergeet ik ‘t niet.”

A silence fell, in which the newcomers also had a chance to be confused. Then Bakugo hung up with a: “Ja, ja, doei, spreek je later. Doe de groeten aan papa enzo.”

Bakugo turned back to see half the class looking at him and he snapped: “What are you all looking at, eh?”

Midoriya, god bless his heart, spoke up for everyone and explained: “I think they only just realized you’re half-Dutch.”

“Why? Are they dumb?” Bakugo frowned, he hadn’t made the conscious effort to hide it.

“Oi, we’re not dumb,” Mina got out of her stupor.

“Yeah, Bakubro, you could have told us,” cried Kirishima.

“What is that thought?” Bakugo said, “Should I have made an announcement out of it? Do the klompendans while hanging out the Dutch flag? Like what do you want from me? I didn’t even try to hide it.”

It was quiet for a moment as most had to concede that was a pretty solid point. In the end Tsu asked him: “Can you say something in Dutch?”

“Am I a circus monkey or something?” Bakugo growled.

Hagakure jumped in as well: “Please, Bakugo, I missed most of the phone call, I wanna hear what it sounds like.”

More people rallied behind her and Bakugo gave in, saying: “Jullie zijn allemaal stom en ik haat het hier.”

“What did you say?” Mina asked.

“I said that you’re all stupid and I hate it here,” Bakugo said, before turning to walk away.

During dinner that evening more people nagged him. Mina and Kirishima wanted to know what the phone call was about (it was his mom asking if he had gotten permission to come home to see his grandparents next weekend) and the people who hadn’t been there to see wanted to hear what Dutch sounded like (Bakugo hit the closest of said people and told them nothing).

After a while, Momo mused: “I thought your mother’s name was Mitsuki. That’s a pretty Japanese name.”

“Her actual name is Marjolein, but no one ever pronounced or wrote it right, so she just says it’s Mitsuki,” Bakugo shrugged.

“How do you even spell that?” Kaminari wondered.

“You’re not good enough at the Roman alphabet for me to spell it out to you,” Bakugo told him, before adding: “And I’m not sure if it’s the long ij or the short ei.”

Kaminari frowned at the insult, then said: “You just made the same noise twice.”

“Yeah, but one is i j and the other is e i,” Bakugo explained, “It’s the same sound, okay. You just write it differently. I think it’s the short ei, but I never use that name for her. I’ve only heard opa en oma call her that.”

“Who?” Kirishima asked.

“My grandparents, like grandpa is opa and oma is grandma,” Baugo said, hoping they would stop asking him questions, because he was tired of explaining and he just wanted to eat his dinner in peace.

Luckily most had caught on to his annoyed tone and left him alone, but Bakugo could feel that this was something new and interesting that would hold their attention for a while.

He was right, because that week he was often asked what the Dutch word for something was or what the thing he just said was (it was usually swears), but he managed to survive ‘till Friday when he got to leave campus for the weekend.

They were walking back to the dorms, so that Bakugo could grab his stuff, before leaving to go see his grandparents, when he got a notification. He looked and said: “Fuck yeah, m’n opa en oma brought me hagelslag.”

“What is that?” Kirishima asked.

“It’s- uhm, beleg- stuff you put on bread,” Bakugo explained, knowing this was very a Dutch thing and was already pretty weird in countries that ate bread regularly, “I’ll probably bring it with me Monday.”

The others nodded and Bakugo said goodbye, before leaving, excited to see his grandparents again after so long. They had moved back to the Netherlands when he was five, saying they missed their country. He didn’t understand, because it always rained in the Netherlands when he’d been there and he got nearly hit by a bike multiple times.

He had a blast that weekend by excluding his dad from as many conversations as possible while catching up with his grandparents.

Returning on Monday, he had to do a double take when Kirishima greeted him in Japanese and asked how his weekend had been, before he remembered that it wasn’t all Dutch anymore. He said it was good, before sliding into his seat.

That lunch break he got out some sweets from his bag, reluctantly sharing them with his friends: “They gave these to me, something about their youth and shit. Whatever.”

Mina held up a little brown stick like candy and asked: “What’s this?”

“A kaneelstokje,” Bakugo answered, seeing her helpless look, he expanded: “It’s - what that fucking word again - kaneel, uhm… ah, yeah, cinnamon. It’s a cinnamon stick. When you bite it feels weird, but they’re nice. I also have the cherry version.”

With a curious hum Mina stuck it in her mouth, then she bit and grimaced, before mumbling: “That was harder than I expected.”

“Your mistake,” Bakugo shrugged, shoving a stroopwafel in his mouth.

A few tables over Midoriya spotted them and skipped over, asking Bakugo: “Did they give you those pig head candies?”

“Biggetjes?” Bakugo asked, “Yeah, here. I don’t like these, but they keep giving me them. I would much rather have the monkey ones.”

“Those have licorice on them, Kacchan,” Midoriya made a face.

“They’re nice, now fuck off, nerd,” Bakugo grumbled.

“Pig heads?” Hagakure asked.

“Yeah, it’s in the shape of a pig head and it’s a fruit gummy,” Bakugo shrugged, “The ears are slightly different and the monkey version is part licorice.”

“That’s weird,” Mina told him.

“Then you’re not getting more candy,” Bakugo shot back.

“No, I wanna try the cookies. I’m sorry,” Mina quickly said.

With an eyeroll Bakugo handed her a stroopwafel, explaining that it was a hard waffle with hardened syrup between it. He had eaten them hot and soft once and he didn’t get the rave about them fresh of the hotplate, he much preferred them cold.

They ate the foreign candy with interest asking about them and laughed about the guttural pronunciation that it had to them, marveling how Bakugo could make the hard ‘g’ sound, while they struggled.

And the next morning the whole class came together to stare in horror at Bakugo’s breakfast. He had put butter on a slice of bread, then put chocolate sprinkles on it. When Jiro had asked what the fuck he was eating, he scowled and said: “It’s hagelslag, okay, Earbuds.”

“That’s hagelslag?” Kirishima asked, stumbling over the word.

“Yeah,” Bakugo, “Almost everyone eats it. You also have vlokken, but that’s just hagelslag except flat and a bit bigger, though they also have hagelslag XL. There’s also a fruit version, but that’s just flavored hardened sugar.”

Uraraka looked at Bakugo’s plate and said: “This just feels off.”

“Well, then don’t look at, ey, Round-face,” Bakugo growled as he hunched protectively over his plate.

“Can I try?” Kirishima asked.

Bakugo eyed him suspiciously, before handing him a bit of his bread. He watched as Kirishima tried it, face morphing into a grin as he said: “Dutch kids are lucky. They get to eat chocolate for breakfast. Are you sure parents condone this?”

“My grandfather has never eating anything different for breakfast in his life,” Bakugo said.

“Nice.”

And with that they decided that this wasn’t really something to get on the blond’s nerves about, since it wasn’t really a big deal, and the conversation moved on to different topics.

But the knowledge that Bakugo was multilingual settled as normal in the group over time and explained how here and there he would say something incredibly weird, seemingly thinking it’s normal.

No one had commented on it before, but now it was easier to understand why.

For example, when they were having a collaborative training with class 1-B, Kirishima punched Bakugo’s arm and said: “You should give a pep-talk. Come on, Bakubro, inspire us.”

“Nah, Midoriya is better at sticking a heart under someone’s belt than I am, he should do it,” he replied.

“What?” Kirishima asked, confused

“You know, encouraging people and shit?” Bakugo asked, only getting more confusion back, “No, not Japanese?”

“No, bro,” Kirishima grinned.

“Well, it still makes sense,” Bakugo grouched.

“I would say no,” Mina commented.

“Shut up, Raccoon,” Bakugo huffed, “It makes sense. You give someone your heart for courage and the best place to store it is on your belt. Like in Medieval times.”

“Still weird.”

“And you still have to shut up,” Bakugo shot back, “Just focus on beating those pompous motherfuckers.”

Because in the end, it didn’t matter which language he spoke, he stayed Bakugo. Swearing and competitive Bakugo.

A/N:

Fun fact: a lot of foreigners have trouble with our ‘g’ which somehow can also be written as ‘ch’ as well as our double vowels, like ‘aa’ and ‘ee’

As for all the translations:

Kut means cunt, literally, but it is used like you would use shit (and yes, learning the verb cut in English class was very fun and completely misused)

“Godver de tering zooi. Kut, kut, kut. Holy shit, godver. Wat een tyfus tafel. Fuck that hurt. Klere ding.”

Goddamn the [swear] mess. Cunt, cunt, cunt. Holy shit, goddamn. What a [swear] table. Fuck that hurt. [Swear] thing.

When I put [swear] it’s bc I cannot explain why we swear with it and I do not want to put in the mental effort of explaining it and just saying it will make it sound worse than it actually is

The phone convo isn’t really interesting, but if anyone wants to know what Bakugo said:

“Hi, het is Katsuki, waarom bel je me, heks?”

Hi, it’s Katsuki, why are you calling me, witch?

“Kon dat niet wachten?”

Couldn’t that wait?

“Ik zit hier beneden nu met mensen, we zijn ons huiswerk aan het doen. En dat is pas over een week, ook nog, by the way. Waarom val je me daar nu mee lastig?”

I’m sitting downstairs with people right now, we’re doing our homework. And that’s in a week, as well, by the way. Why are you bothering me with that now?

“Nee, ik heb het al met Aizawa besproken, ik kan gewoon dat weekend naar huis komen. Hij snapte ‘t toen ik uitlegde dat opa en oma van ver komen.”

No, I already talked about it with Aizawa, I can just go home that weekend. He understood when I explained that grandpa and grandma came from far.

“Ja, dat weet ik. Ik heb het opgeschreven. Ik ben niet achtelijk hoor, heks. Natuurlijk vergeet ik ‘t niet.”

Yes, I know. I wrote it down. I’m not an idiot, witch. Of course I wouldn’t forget it.

“Ja, ja, doei, spreek je later. Doe de groeten aan papa enzo.”

Yes, yes, bye, talk to you later. Say hi to dad etc.

Only when translating this phone call did I realize how many filler words we have that don’t make sense in translation, so I just left them.

#RR writing #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bakugo mitsuki #bakugo katsuki #bnha bakugou #mha bakugou #dutch bakugo katsuki #dutch #class 1 a #mha class 1a #bnha class 1a

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valhallarealm · 4 years ago

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De 2de week is al voorbij, nog 1 week en het zit er al op. Deze week heb ik ook in het apex gebouw van de UA gewerkt. Dit weekend is het laatste caranaval weekend hier en we gaan kijken naar een van de laatste carnavals parades van het jaar. Daarnaast gaan we ook genieten van de zon natuurlijk en wat zwemmen aan de zee.

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