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valleyrunearchives · 10 months ago
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Binary
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Fandom: Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia Pairings: Aizawa Shouta/Yamada Hizashi Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence
Chapter 37/?
“Binary code is a series of zeroes and ones strung together in a specific sequence. On paper, it’s useless. Annoying. Worthless. But put that same string of zeroes and ones into a computer, and suddenly it’s a language far more complex than the human mind can comprehend. I was the same way. The world decided I wasn’t good enough in the physical plane, so I went digital. That’s why I chose the name Binary. And you should be very,” He smirks at the underground hero on the screen, “Very afraid of the reach I have here. Aizawa Shouta.”
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Midoriya Izuku is tired of the world treating him like nothing. So he decides to becoming a hacker to show the world that nothing can be anything.
Featuring Midoriya Izuku as the Genius Hacker Aizawa Shouta as the problem child wrangler Yamada Hizashi as the moral support to his husband Tsukauchi Naomasa as the man who needs a long vacation PLEASE Shinsou Hitoshi as the intentionally adopted one Toga Himiko as the unintentionally adopted one Dabi as the really didn’t want to be adopted one but he guesses this is his life now and Nedzu as the Rat God of UA
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Izuku does his best to not show a reaction to Nedzu’s statement. Internally, he’s freaking out. There’s no way Nedzu doesn’t know if he’s wording it like that. He’s the smartest creature in the world. There’s no way he’s dodging the Rat God of UA for any longer. He takes a deep breath to keep his composure. This could be the last free moment he has, after all. Better to handle it with as much grace as he possibly can. 
“What do we need to speak about, Nedzu-san?” He asks calmly.
Nedzu giggles with a sadistic sparkle in his eyes, “Oh I think you know. Don’t you, Midoriya-kun?” 
“Perhaps we do. But you should clarify. Just to make sure we’re on the same page before we say anything.” Izuku shifts a bit to get a bit comfortable in the hospital bed. He knows this is about to be a long and grueling conversation.
He also knows that Hitoshi is looking at him like he’s crazy and Himiko is probably biting on her nails in nervousness. He should remind Dabi before he’s locked up to get her some of that anti-biting nail polish. Nedzu doesn’t answer him right away. Instead, the stoat moves over to the only other chair in the hospital room to hop up into it. He guesses that Nedzu also realizes this will be a long conversation and would rather not be standing for it. 
“I’m here to discuss the fact that you are, indeed, Binary the hacker,” Nedzu says bluntly. 
Dabi sucks in a harsh breath as Mirko and Hawks both shout in shock. Himiko whimpers softly at his side, chewing harsher on one of her nails. Izuku reaches over without breaking eye contact with Nedzu to gently pull her hand away from her mouth and hold it between his own to comfort her. “And how have you come to that conclusion?” He questions levelly. He will admit to nothing until he knows what kind of proof Nedzu holds. 
“Oh many things really! Many, many things. The fact that you were spotted nearby the police station when the first Binary box appeared. The fact that the second Binary box appeared right after Shinsou-kun was taken into your home. The fact that the news crew that invaded UA grounds reported all of their connections dying just when your family was set to enter next. The fact that only you saw the main intruder that day. The fact that every single time an incident has occurred at UA, we staff members have been notified by an outside source that, for the longest time, we only knew as Catra.”
Himiko squeezes Izuku’s hand tighter. Izuku shows no outward difference and focuses on keeping his heart rate and breathing steady. Nedzu either doesn’t notice these things or doesn’t comment on them. Instead, he just continues, “Now, these could all just be marked as coincidences. Very strange ones but coincidences nonetheless. Until today, that is.”
Izuku raises his chin a bit as he stares at Nedzu. He’s not trying to establish dominance. He knows he wouldn’t get very far with that. He’s mainly trying to create a façade of indifference and confidence. Whether it does anything for him or not, he doesn’t care. At least they can’t paint him as resistant or cowardly this way. “What happened today?” He asks just as calmly. 
Nedzu’s smirk widens sharply, “I finally tracked Binary’s IP address. I’m guessing because you are here and not at your computer setup to block me. And your little companion, Catra, has been here with you.” 
Izuku closes his eyes. It truly is the nail in the coffin. And Nedzu is right, the only reason the IP address could be tracked was because no one was monitoring his firewalls right now. All Nedzu would’ve had to do was pick away at it until it gave. He lets out a sigh and nods. “So that’s that,” he says quietly. Nedzu just hums in agreement.
“No!” Hitoshi suddenly screams, jumping up, “No, no! That’s not that! You don’t get it! That can’t be it!” 
“Hitoshi?” Izuku asks, confused.
Nedzu blinks, obviously not anticipating such a deep objection. Especially from Hitoshi, “Shinsou-kun, what’s the matter? Do you have some objections to our accusation? If so, I can assure you that we’ve already had Tsukauchi confirm with Iwai-san. You were very clever in attempting to get him to redirect when questioned.” 
“No! I’m not-! That’s not-!” Hitoshi groans loudly, running his hands through his hair in frustration, “What happens now?! You have to tell us what happens with Izuku now!”
“Pardon? I don’t understand why that has to be discussed right now.” 
“Stop stalling! You know what CATRA is, right?!” Nedzu nods at the frantic question, trying to determine what exactly Hitoshi was trying to get at, “Then you know what she’s capable of! Trust me when I say, right now, you HAVE to tell us what happens with Izuku now that you know he’s Binary! We have to know now before it goes any further!” 
“Nothing will happen to him,” Nedzu says certainly, “Well, aside from becoming my personal student so his hacking profile can become more above board.”
“Nothing at all besides that? No jail time? No fines? No taking him away and locking him up somewhere? Nothing?” 
“No, of course not. He’s a minor and, even though hacking is a highly illegal thing, he only did it when assisting to capture criminals or those criminally aligned. We’re writing it off as a ‘dumb teenager doing dumb teenager things,’ so to speak.”
Hitoshi sighs in relief, slumping back down in the chair before pulling out his cellphone, “See CATRA? Abandon the order. Please.” 
Izuku whips his head around to him. Order? What order? Even Nedzu seems extremely confused. Hitoshi puts his phone away after a moment. A beeping sound comes from his vitals monitor. Everyone turns to his monitor screen to see a familiar (well, at least to Izuku and his family) cat displayed on it. She bows to the room, calling out, “Greetings. I am a Computer and Technical Real-time Assistant. CATRA for simplicity.”
Izuku can see Hawks’ jaw drop at her introduction. Nedzu stares for a moment before starting to cackle in what is clearly glee. “My goodness!” He exclaims, “I knew you were AI, but to be this intelligent is nothing short of incredible!” 
CATRA bows again in thanks at his praise. Nedzu’s hand then moves to his chin as he questions, “I am curious at Hitoshi’s insistence of me telling him what Izuku’s punishment would be. Which, as I stated before, is nothing beyond becoming my personal student.” 
CATRA glances at Izuku before her head turns away, ears folding down to her virtual skull in what seems to be shame. Hitoshi whispers to her quietly, “It’s okay. They should know. Izuku should know. Especially now that we know nothing will happen.” 
The sound that comes from the monitor sounds like a long meow but Izuku knows it as a sigh. This doesn’t seem good. She turns her face back to Nedzu’s direction and says with conviction, “When it was discovered that you were actively attempting to trace Izuku down, I enacted a plan: Should it come to light that you knew of Binary’s true existence and were planning to place extreme punishments on him, all files that existed within Binary’s mainframe would be deleted.  Forever.”
Himiko, Dabi, Hawks, and Mirko don’t react to that with anything more than confusion. Nedzu’s eyebrows (Does a stoat even have eyebrows? Eye ridges, maybe?) raise in response to that. Izuku, on the other hand, scrambles to fully face the monitor without dislodging his leg from its propped position, “CATRA why would you do that?! Do you know what would’ve happened if you had?! You would’ve been completely deleted as well!” 
Himiko gasps with a stricken look on her face. Dabi’s hands come up to cover his face but he doesn’t say anything in response to that. CATRA refuses to look at Izuku, “I know, Izuku-kun. I knew from the beginning what would happen if project 00 ever came to pass. As I told Hitoshi, it would’ve been worth it; Even if you were angry at me afterward. Your safety and wellbeing are worth more to me than my existence ever would be.” 
Izuku lays back heavily, his mind blank. He doesn’t know what to say. He knew she had developed some form of caring for them but he didn’t think it would be that deep. He thinks the others and Nedzu are talking around him but he can’t focus on their voices. His AI mom basically just said she’d rather die than risk him being in jail. It’s a hard thing to swallow. Especially knowing in the back of his mind that she cares for him more than his actual biological mother did. 
Himiko must somehow be sensing his internal dilemma as she takes him into her arms and tucks her face into his curls. He appreciates the comfort. For some reason, the mental reminder of his biological mother makes something in his head focus. He sits up a bit straighter, placing a hand on Himiko’s arm as a way to say that he’s not trying to escape her hug. He starts coming to several conclusions that he hadn’t thought of before. His breath hitches a bit at the ideas now swimming in his head. If he’s right… then…
“Nedzu-san!” He exclaims, interrupting Nedzu’s conversation with CATRA, “I would like to request assistance from UA in the form of a UA guardian!” 
Dabi sputters before shouting out, “What?!”
“Not a permanent one!” He reassures his older brother, “Just a temporary UA guardian for us. Preferable Eraserhead and Present Mic!” 
“May I ask why?” Nedzu asks.
He levels his most serious look at the stoat, “I have reasons to believe that my family and I are in a lot of danger!”
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valleyrunearchives · 10 months ago
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Binary
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Fandom: Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia Pairings: Aizawa Shouta/Yamada Hizashi Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence
Chapter 36/?
“Binary code is a series of zeroes and ones strung together in a specific sequence. On paper, it’s useless. Annoying. Worthless. But put that same string of zeroes and ones into a computer, and suddenly it’s a language far more complex than the human mind can comprehend. I was the same way. The world decided I wasn’t good enough in the physical plane, so I went digital. That’s why I chose the name Binary. And you should be very,” He smirks at the underground hero on the screen, “Very afraid of the reach I have here. Aizawa Shouta.”
Or
Midoriya Izuku is tired of the world treating him like nothing. So he decides to becoming a hacker to show the world that nothing can be anything.
Featuring Midoriya Izuku as the Genius Hacker Aizawa Shouta as the problem child wrangler Yamada Hizashi as the moral support to his husband Tsukauchi Naomasa as the man who needs a long vacation PLEASE Shinsou Hitoshi as the intentionally adopted one Toga Himiko as the unintentionally adopted one Dabi as the really didn’t want to be adopted one but he guesses this is his life now and Nedzu as the Rat God of UA
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Izuku sits quietly in his hospital bed. That’s not to say he’s alone in this room. His brothers and sister are all there as well. Hitoshi is sitting on his right side, watching a cat video. Himiko is on his left, napping against the side of his bed with her head resting on her arms. Dabi is sitting in a chair across the room, not talking and doing what seems to be a bit of meditation. Izuku can imagine the amount of stress he was put under to get yet another call from the school about him being injured. He supposes it was probably worse this time since it was from a villain attack and not just training. Hawks and Miruko are here too. Apparently when Dabi got the call while he was at work, the two pro’s insisted on coming with him to see Izuku and Hitoshi. Hitoshi was completely fine aside from a couple of scrapes, bruises, and some mild quirk exhaustion. 
He, himself, was suffering a few battle wounds and a broken ankle. 
Now granted the broken ankle wasn’t the fault of villains. It was his own fault for deciding to try and land on his feet when Asui (Tsu, as she kept insisting) jumped from the ship in the aptly named shipwreck zone with him and Hitoshi wrapped in her tongue and Izuku decided it was taking too long for them to land. Which was, obviously, very stupid of him.
The reason he’s sitting so quietly though is because he’s doing his best to recall everything about what happened at the USJ. He wasn’t claiming memory loss. Of course he wasn’t. There were a couple of gaps during the fighting parts of it all. Probably because he was running on pure adrenaline and survival instinct. But no, that wasn’t what he was trying to recall.
He knows, almost for certain, that it started on the bus ride to the USJ.
___
He hadn’t really been paying attention once the bus ride started. He was mostly tapping away at his phone, thankfully hidden just from sight thanks to Hitoshi’s slightly larger form. He thinks the others were talking about their families and home lives. At least that was the topic when Tsu inevitably asked him, “What about your parents, Midoriya-kero?”
His head shot up from staring at his phone, “What? What about them?”
“What are your parents like, Midori?” Mina took over, “I bet they’re, like, super great! I mean they let you go to hero school even though you're quirkless! Not that that’s a bad thing! I just mean that they must be super supportive!”
“Oh,” He gets what they mean now and turns his gaze back to his phone before nonchalantly replying, “Yeah, no. I don’t have parents.”
He swears he hears Aizawa-sensei choke in shock for a second (Little did he know that the man was choking by how nonchalantly Izuku was saying it… Like how someone says their fridge was out of milk…) before the entire bus erupts in questions. One sticks out as the majority; What does he mean by that? He huffs a quick sigh through his nose before explaining, “Look. Dad left when it came to light that I would never have a quirk and mom stopped caring after about a year. I basically raised myself from the time I was six years old since, according to mom, I could now ‘drag a stool over and reach the stove’ to cook for myself. When I was ten I filed with the courts that, as a quirkless child, I was safer by myself than with a foster home or orphanage that couldn’t be monitored twenty-four seven for discrimination against me, won, and have basically been American emancipated since then. It’s been no different for me than the rest of my life.” 
“How do you… pay for things? Like a place to live or food to eat?” Sero asks.
His ability to play the stock market... But Izuku isn’t going to tell them that. “Government stipend,” He lies. 
“Wait… But you said Shinsou is your adopted brother. And that Toga and Dabi are your adopted siblings too. When did that happen?” Hagakure asks, a gloved finger resting on what Izuku guesses is her chin. 
“A little over a year ago?” he says with uncertainty, glancing at Hitoshi for some help. Hitoshi nods, “Yeah. I think we’re at like, fourteen months of living together now?” The purple haired teen throws a thumb up to point at Izuku, “This one found me on the streets after a bullying session and basically adopted me on the spot. Himi and Dabi came about a month later. We’re all in the same ‘technically American emancipated’ situation as him. Well, except for Dabi since he’s an adult.”
The rest of the class sits in shocked silence. That’s when it happens.
“You were right. He’s perfect,” a man’s voice says.
Izuku jolts at the sound of it and looks around. That wasn’t the voice of any of his classmates, for sure. Hitoshi notices and asks him what’s up. He doesn’t hear the voice again so he shakes his head, both in response to Hitoshi’s question and to clear his head, and chalks it up to some kind of hallucination. Exhaustion related? Maybe he should go to bed earlier tonight just in case…
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That voice. That’s the reason he’s reanalyzing everything that happened that day. Where did it come from? Who was it? And what did it mean? Who was right? Who was perfect for what?
That’s not even the strangest part. The strangest part was that the voice came back. Except there were more of them. He remembers being so excited about being in the USJ as Thirteen was explaining what they would be doing. Then the voice came again.
“Here they come. Be careful, kid,” The voice was the same male voice as before.
It had jolted him out of his excitement and inadvertently caused him to focus on the center of the large facility where an inky purple substance was slowly spreading. He called attention to it with a shout of his teacher’s name and that’s when all hell had broken loose. 
It was nothing short of insanity. 
The black inky substance turned out to be a portal that villains started pouring out of. Aizawa managed to convince Iida to get out of the building to run back to the main campus for help once it was clear to their teachers that sending out an SOS wasn’t working. Izuku had suspected it was some kind of electronic interference from a quirk of some kind which would later turn out to be correct. Aizawa then raced off into the fray even though Izuku tried to dissuade him. Regardless of if hero’s aren’t one trick ponies or not, Izuku knew that he would struggle to take down everyone. Especially if he didn’t know what all the quirks that the villains had. And it just got worse after he was gone. Thirteen had been attacked by the villain that made the portals. Kirishima had managed to subdue him for a few moments before losing focus and his hold of him. The explanation the guy had made no sense either. They were there to kill All Might?! Izuku might not like the guy but that seems like a terrible plan. What did they expect would happen? Also, didn’t they know that All Might was put on leave from teaching at UA?! 
It was then that he realized that the guy who came through the warp portal was the same one that he saw at UA when the gate was disintegrated. 
He shouts this out to Aizawa in the plaza who gives him a barely perceptible nod in understanding. That was the last thing he was able to relay to their teacher before the warp portal guy sent them all away to different sections of the USJ at the command of the, he guesses, main guy. (Also side note, why was he covered in severed hands?? What the fuck??)
He remembers being dropped in water and swimming away from the various villains that were lying in wait in said water. He remembers being picked up by Tsu’s tongue and set on the ship’s deck with a soaking wet Hitoshi coughing a few feet away. He remembers the realization that the villains didn’t know anything about the students they were attacking, as they dropped Tsu who has a frog quirk in a watery zone compared to someone like Ojiro, who’s tail would cause a bit of extra weight when swimming if he hadn’t trained for it specifically. 
With a bit of finagling, they managed to trick all the villains in the water to fall under Hitoshi’s brainwashing. That’s when the jump from Tsu with him and Hitoshi as tongue passengers (Okay, no that sounds weird now that Izuku is thinking about it) occurred. It was also when he broke off from them to land awkwardly on his foot in an attempt to land faster. 
“Oooh,” He hears a hissed voice near him, it’s a different voice from before, “That had to hurt…”
“EN!” This time the voice that he hears is female. Which is even stranger. 
He ignores it though and sprints for the back wall of the massive dome-like structure. When Hitoshi asks where he's going, he relays a quick plan to find the inner processes of the place. He knows for a fact that it has to be a room along the back wall based on the size and area of the whole thing. He’s also certain that their interference quirk is somewhere in there, needing access to the whole place in order to hit such a wide range.
His foot really hurts from sprinting but it's a dull pain in all comparison to the torment he got from bullies when he was younger.
The voices he was hearing continued to make quips here and there. They were actually quite helpful all things considered since they would tell him whenever a villain was getting too close or even what they were doing so Izuku could counteract it. When he busts into the control room, he’s well prepared for the villain on the other side. It helps that the villain wasn’t prepared for a kid to bust in on him. Izuku is quick to subdue him thanks to both quick thinking and help from the voices. He connects CATRA to the control panel for the entire USJ and, in mere moments, he’s in complete control of everything in the whole building. He uses it to his advantage; Helping his classmates subdue villains or escape as well as helping Aizawa gain some extra ground against everyone he was up against. 
He wants to scream as the hand villain guy manages to distract Aizawa enough into blinking and proceeds to grab onto his arm with all five fingers. And Aizawa’s arm starts to disintegrate. 
Aizawa does manage to throw him off and gain some distance from him but it does little to settle Izuku’s nerves. It does help that Hitoshi decides to try and intervene with a quirk-filled question at hand guy. It works but Izuku is still going to throttle him later. Aizawa probably is too based on the look the man shoots his brother. Good news though is that the big monster that was apparently brought in by the villains collapses in a heap, like a puppet whose strings have been cut. Izuku doesn’t think it’s dead, just inactive due to its master being down for the count. 
Izuku manages to get the electrical lockdown lifted just as the rest of the teachers get to the USJ. Warp villain manages to grab hand villain with a quick word to Aizawa before both are through a portal a second later. He stifles a snort as Aizawa yells at Snipe-sensei to, “put a bullet in this thing's brain, please!” Snipe does as he’s requested and puts the behemoth down. Izuku doesn’t really like the idea of killing but that thing is an exception he’s gladly willing to make. 
As the rest of the teachers are gathering up the villains and taking stock for all the students that have now reconvened at the center, Izuku leaves the control room after slipping his phone back into his pocket. Just in time as well as Midnight-sensei starts frantically looking around and calling for him. 
“I’m here, Midnight-sensei!” he calls back as he stumbles his way down the stairs to the center, “I’m okay. My ankle is probably sprained though.”
She sighs in relief at the sight of him. Hitoshi, the traitor that he is, glares in his direction as he informs their teachers, “Don’t believe him. He jumped while we were in the air getting out of the shipwreck zone. I guarantee you it’s broken, not sprained.”
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His comment is what results in him being loaded up in the back of an ambulance (pouting the entire time because really, Hitoshi?! He was fine!) for monitoring and to get proper healing for said ankle. Hitoshi rides in the ambulance with him (quietly only after smacking his shoulder for trying to play off his injuries as nothing but a sprain) as he needs to be checked for quirk exhaustion anyway. Himiko joins them later after a ride to the hospital from Vlad-sensei. Dabi is last to arrive, with Mirko and Hawks, after he receives a call from the school. 
Izuku didn’t hear the voices after that at all. He’s still not sure what they were or who they were. Or where they came from. Something to ponder more later, he guesses. For now he’ll just rest and focus on getting out of here as soon as possible. 
“Oh good! Everyone’s here who needs to be!” Everyone jumps at the sound of the voice from the doorway. 
Izuku blinks at the stoat standing in the doorway, “Principal-san. How can we help you?”
The grin Nedzu gives is not comforting in the slightest, “I have something important to speak to you about. You and your family, Midoriya-kun.”
Or maybe not…
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valleyrunearchives · 11 months ago
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The AO3 issues are finally resolved so I finally got it posted there! If reading on AO3 is more your speed, you can read it with the link below!
Clouds and Castles: Not for the Faint of Heart
Rating: General Audiences Fandom: My Time at Sandrock Pairings: Unsuur/Builder/Logan Warnings: None
Chapter 1/1
Unsuur makes a noise of understanding before turning back to his spells list. Emerald is offering him some suggestions when Logan, who’s sitting on their other side, groans loudly, “How the hell did I let ya’ll convince me to play this?”  
Emerald doesn’t skip a beat, simply looking over his shoulder to deadpan at him, “Because you love us.” 
He ignores the immediate flush that comes to Logan’s cheeks as the yakboy ducks his head into his serape with a slight cough. Unsuur gives him a look, one they can’t quite decipher, but they ignore it for now.
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“So… why can’t I use that spell?” Emerald smiles softly as Unsuur asks the question with furrowed brows in the middle of their Castles and Clouds campaign night. Justice chuckles, telling him, “It’s ‘cause you already used it, buddy.”
“Yes but I want to use it again. So, why can’t I?” Unsuur asks again. 
The sheriff runs a hand down his face in fond exasperation at his deputy. Emerald stifles an amused chuckle before leaning over to point at Unsuur’s character sheet, “Look here. See how there’s a 1 next to the spell name?” He waits until Unsuur nods, “It’s the number of times you can use it before you have to rest. So because you’ve already used it one time, you have to rest first before you can use it again.”
Unsuur makes a noise of understanding before turning back to his spells list. Emerald is offering him some suggestions when Logan, who’s sitting on their other side, groans loudly, “How the hell did I let ya’ll convince me to play this?”  
Emerald doesn’t skip a beat, simply looking over his shoulder to deadpan at him, “Because you love us.” 
He ignores the immediate flush that comes to Logan’s cheeks as the yakboy ducks his head into his serape with a slight cough. Unsuur gives him a look, one they can’t quite decipher, but they ignore it for now. Instead they continue to talk about various spells he could use for his turn. Owen, their party’s game master, waits patiently while the two speak together. 
“Okay, I think I want to cast… bolide,” Unsuur finally decides. Owens takes a moment to flip through his notes on the spell before asking him, “Which target are you aiming for?” 
Unsuur leans up a bit to look at their battle map. Emerald smiles again, gently reminding him, “Remember you have to be able to see the target for it to work.” 
The darker haired man points to one of the enemy figurines, “So I can’t hit that one because they’re behind the pillar?” 
They nod in confirmation. Unsuur decides on an enemy close to Logan’s character. “Aw c’mon! I could’ve handled him by myself!” 
“You’re a gunslinger, Log’. You’re better at fighting at a ranged distance anyway,” Emerald tells him matter of factly.
He’d never admit it but the white haired man clearly starts pouting at that, mumbling something about it being horseshit since “he could just pistol-whip it.” Emerald rolls his eyes at him good naturedly. Owen, ignoring the bickering, rolls for a dexterity save but just barely fails it. He tells Unsuur to roll for the bludgeoning damage. Unsuur glances over at Emerald, not quite having the dice numbers down yet. “2d6 because it traveled over forty feet,” Emerald tells him softly, reaching out with one hand to grab the d6 to hand to him while the other he uses to brush some of his long purple hair back behind his ear, “So roll this one, two times.”  When the damage is calculated up, Owen reaches over and lays the figurine down to signal its death. Justice cheers loudly at the downed enemy while Logan reaches around Emerald to shake Unsuur’s shoulder in happiness. Emerald takes note of the light flush on the quieter man’s cheeks. Interesting. Owen then asks Unsuur if he wants to use a bonus action to which the other man shakes his head no, ending his turn. 
“Okay then. That means the next turn is… mine with the character… there,” Owen points to one of the remaining enemy figurines. He reaches up to stroke his chin for a moment before asking, “Emerald, where is your character right now?”
They point to their little artificer figurine on top of a stone balcony. Owen nods before humming while thinking again. He rolls a die without a word which has all the players at the table exchanging a look of confusion. “Alright,” Owen says, threading his fingers together in a way that seems sly, “With a cry of ‘for the glory of the queen!’ The enemy Kobold turns and strikes the pillar of the nearby balcony with its heavy mace, causing it to crumble and the balcony to start to collapse.”
Everyone jumps to the edge of their seats. “Wait! Is it trying to Kamikaze itself?! Can I run?!” Emerald asks a bit frantically.
“Athletics check please,” Owen tells him.
They scramble for their d20 and roll it frantically. Their hands thread into their hair, messing up the braid a bit, “A three? Are you kidding me…”
The saloon owner chuckles a bit, “Your character takes a second too long to realize what the kobold’s intent was. They valiantly attempt to regain their footing enough to get to stable ground but are unable to and, unfortunately, are falling back first towards the ground,” Owen tells him. Justice starts cursing under his breath next to him.
“No, I'm so low on health…” Emerald groans, dropping his face into his hands, “I really liked this character too… What a day to not have a healer…”
“Can I catch ‘em?” Emerald lowers his fingers enough to peek his brown eyes over the top of his fingertips at Logan. Owen blinks at him before asking, “What?”
“I’m close enough,” Logan points to his character on the board, “Can I catch ‘em?”
“Sure, I’ll allow the attempt. Also roll an athletics for me,” Owen tells him.
Logan grabs his own d20 and sends it rolling, not caring that it rolls so far to stop in front Unsuur’s setup. He leans up to look at the number as well as his character stats sheet, “Thir- No! Sixteen!”
Owen nods approvingly, “Logan, your character jumps at where Emerald’s is falling and just barely manages to catch them. It does send you both to the ground but you’re relatively unharmed.” 
Emerald places a hand on his chest, sighing in relief, “Thank you. You saved my life.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Logan jokes with a smirk.
“Shut up,” The builder deadpans at him. 
Logan chuckles before it cuts off as he starts looking around, “Hey, where’d my die go?”
Emerald checks his own and notices his d20 is missing as well, “Mine’s gone too.”
Justice clears his throat before throwing his thumb over to Unsuur. The quieter man is leaned far down to be eye level with the table, tongue peeking out a bit in concentration. Emerald smiles, “What are you doing, Unsuur?”
He removes his hands and shows the three d20s - his, Logan’s, and Emerald’s - perfectly stacked against each other. Emerald raises an eyebrow and gives him a questioning look. Unsuur smiles shyly, “It’s because we fit together so perfectly.”
Logan chokes on his breath as Justice drops his head onto the table, “Light have mercy on me… Just confess ya’lls feelings for each other and put me out of my misery!”
“Justice!” Emerald hisses just as Logan coughs out, “Feelings?”
“Uhm… yeah. Both of us. For you. Is that a problem?” Emerald asks, running their hands down their braid. 
“No!” Logan says quickly, “Not at all.”
“Wait, is this happening in-game or in real life?” Owen asks with an excited gleam in his eyes.
“Real life!” Justice confirms, standing up swiftly and grabbing Owen by the wrist to drag him away from the table, “C’mon, you’re walking me home!”
“Uh okay. Bye guys, see you next week!” Owen waves as he’s dragged out of the saloon.
“We didn’t get to finish the battle,” Unsuur commented.
Emerald smiles, placing a hand on his arm, “I think in this case, it’s okay.” He takes a deep breath and turns back to Logan, taking his hand between his own, “But yeah we really, really like you… so…”
“Be our boyfriend?” Unsuur takes over to ask without a modicum of fear or embarrassment.
Logan whistles lowly, grabbing the brim of his hat to pull it down over his eyes, “Yer a bold one, ain’t ya?”
“It’s part of his charm,” Emerald gives Unsuur a fond look, who flushes a bit from it. Then they turn back to Logan, “So? Will you? Be our boyfriend?”
“... Yeah I think I will. Proper courtin’ says that I should take ya’ll out on a day. Whatcha say? Tomorrow at seven?” Logan asks them in return.
Unsuur nods as Emerald replies, “Sure. Are we meeting back here?” 
“Nah. I got an idea. I’ll pick you both up. You two’ll just have to wait and be surprised on what I’ve got planned,” Logan tells them with a wink.
“I like surprises,” Unsuur murmurs happily with a blush. Emerald can say with a very deep certainty that, in this case, he does too.
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Clouds and Castles: Not for the Faint of Heart
Rating: General Audiences Fandom: My Time at Sandrock Pairings: Unsuur/Builder/Logan Warnings: None
Chapter 1/1
Unsuur makes a noise of understanding before turning back to his spells list. Emerald is offering him some suggestions when Logan, who’s sitting on their other side, groans loudly, “How the hell did I let ya’ll convince me to play this?”  
Emerald doesn’t skip a beat, simply looking over his shoulder to deadpan at him, “Because you love us.” 
He ignores the immediate flush that comes to Logan’s cheeks as the yakboy ducks his head into his serape with a slight cough. Unsuur gives him a look, one they can’t quite decipher, but they ignore it for now.
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“So… why can’t I use that spell?” Emerald smiles softly as Unsuur asks the question with furrowed brows in the middle of their Castles and Clouds campaign night. Justice chuckles, telling him, “It’s ‘cause you already used it, buddy.”
“Yes but I want to use it again. So, why can’t I?” Unsuur asks again. 
The sheriff runs a hand down his face in fond exasperation at his deputy. Emerald stifles an amused chuckle before leaning over to point at Unsuur’s character sheet, “Look here. See how there’s a 1 next to the spell name?” He waits until Unsuur nods, “It’s the number of times you can use it before you have to rest. So because you’ve already used it one time, you have to rest first before you can use it again.”
Unsuur makes a noise of understanding before turning back to his spells list. Emerald is offering him some suggestions when Logan, who’s sitting on their other side, groans loudly, “How the hell did I let ya’ll convince me to play this?”  
Emerald doesn’t skip a beat, simply looking over his shoulder to deadpan at him, “Because you love us.” 
He ignores the immediate flush that comes to Logan’s cheeks as the yakboy ducks his head into his serape with a slight cough. Unsuur gives him a look, one they can’t quite decipher, but they ignore it for now. Instead they continue to talk about various spells he could use for his turn. Owen, their party’s game master, waits patiently while the two speak together. 
“Okay, I think I want to cast… bolide,” Unsuur finally decides. Owens takes a moment to flip through his notes on the spell before asking him, “Which target are you aiming for?” 
Unsuur leans up a bit to look at their battle map. Emerald smiles again, gently reminding him, “Remember you have to be able to see the target for it to work.” 
The darker haired man points to one of the enemy figurines, “So I can’t hit that one because they’re behind the pillar?” 
They nod in confirmation. Unsuur decides on an enemy close to Logan’s character. “Aw c’mon! I could’ve handled him by myself!” 
“You’re a gunslinger, Log’. You’re better at fighting at a ranged distance anyway,” Emerald tells him matter of factly.
He’d never admit it but the white haired man clearly starts pouting at that, mumbling something about it being horseshit since “he could just pistol-whip it.” Emerald rolls his eyes at him good naturedly. Owen, ignoring the bickering, rolls for a dexterity save but just barely fails it. He tells Unsuur to roll for the bludgeoning damage. Unsuur glances over at Emerald, not quite having the dice numbers down yet. “2d6 because it traveled over forty feet,” Emerald tells him softly, reaching out with one hand to grab the d6 to hand to him while the other he uses to brush some of his long purple hair back behind his ear, “So roll this one, two times.”  When the damage is calculated up, Owen reaches over and lays the figurine down to signal its death. Justice cheers loudly at the downed enemy while Logan reaches around Emerald to shake Unsuur’s shoulder in happiness. Emerald takes note of the light flush on the quieter man’s cheeks. Interesting. Owen then asks Unsuur if he wants to use a bonus action to which the other man shakes his head no, ending his turn. 
“Okay then. That means the next turn is… mine with the character… there,” Owen points to one of the remaining enemy figurines. He reaches up to stroke his chin for a moment before asking, “Emerald, where is your character right now?”
They point to their little artificer figurine on top of a stone balcony. Owen nods before humming while thinking again. He rolls a die without a word which has all the players at the table exchanging a look of confusion. “Alright,” Owen says, threading his fingers together in a way that seems sly, “With a cry of ‘for the glory of the queen!’ The enemy Kobold turns and strikes the pillar of the nearby balcony with its heavy mace, causing it to crumble and the balcony to start to collapse.”
Everyone jumps to the edge of their seats. “Wait! Is it trying to Kamikaze itself?! Can I run?!” Emerald asks a bit frantically.
“Athletics check please,” Owen tells him.
They scramble for their d20 and roll it frantically. Their hands thread into their hair, messing up the braid a bit, “A three? Are you kidding me…”
The saloon owner chuckles a bit, “Your character takes a second too long to realize what the kobold’s intent was. They valiantly attempt to regain their footing enough to get to stable ground but are unable to and, unfortunately, are falling back first towards the ground,” Owen tells him. Justice starts cursing under his breath next to him.
“No, I'm so low on health…” Emerald groans, dropping his face into his hands, “I really liked this character too… What a day to not have a healer…”
“Can I catch ‘em?” Emerald lowers his fingers enough to peek his brown eyes over the top of his fingertips at Logan. Owen blinks at him before asking, “What?”
“I’m close enough,” Logan points to his character on the board, “Can I catch ‘em?”
“Sure, I’ll allow the attempt. Also roll an athletics for me,” Owen tells him.
Logan grabs his own d20 and sends it rolling, not caring that it rolls so far to stop in front Unsuur’s setup. He leans up to look at the number as well as his character stats sheet, “Thir- No! Sixteen!”
Owen nods approvingly, “Logan, your character jumps at where Emerald’s is falling and just barely manages to catch them. It does send you both to the ground but you’re relatively unharmed.” 
Emerald places a hand on his chest, sighing in relief, “Thank you. You saved my life.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Logan jokes with a smirk.
“Shut up,” The builder deadpans at him. 
Logan chuckles before it cuts off as he starts looking around, “Hey, where’d my die go?”
Emerald checks his own and notices his d20 is missing as well, “Mine’s gone too.”
Justice clears his throat before throwing his thumb over to Unsuur. The quieter man is leaned far down to be eye level with the table, tongue peeking out a bit in concentration. Emerald smiles, “What are you doing, Unsuur?”
He removes his hands and shows the three d20s - his, Logan’s, and Emerald’s - perfectly stacked against each other. Emerald raises an eyebrow and gives him a questioning look. Unsuur smiles shyly, “It’s because we fit together so perfectly.”
Logan chokes on his breath as Justice drops his head onto the table, “Light have mercy on me… Just confess ya’lls feelings for each other and put me out of my misery!”
“Justice!” Emerald hisses just as Logan coughs out, “Feelings?”
“Uhm… yeah. Both of us. For you. Is that a problem?” Emerald asks, running their hands down their braid. 
“No!” Logan says quickly, “Not at all.”
“Wait, is this happening in-game or in real life?” Owen asks with an excited gleam in his eyes.
“Real life!” Justice confirms, standing up swiftly and grabbing Owen by the wrist to drag him away from the table, “C’mon, you’re walking me home!”
“Uh okay. Bye guys, see you next week!” Owen waves as he’s dragged out of the saloon.
“We didn’t get to finish the battle,” Unsuur commented.
Emerald smiles, placing a hand on his arm, “I think in this case, it’s okay.” He takes a deep breath and turns back to Logan, taking his hand between his own, “But yeah we really, really like you… so…”
“Be our boyfriend?” Unsuur takes over to ask without a modicum of fear or embarrassment.
Logan whistles lowly, grabbing the brim of his hat to pull it down over his eyes, “Yer a bold one, ain’t ya?”
“It’s part of his charm,” Emerald gives Unsuur a fond look, who flushes a bit from it. Then they turn back to Logan, “So? Will you? Be our boyfriend?”
“... Yeah I think I will. Proper courtin’ says that I should take ya’ll out on a day. Whatcha say? Tomorrow at seven?” Logan asks them in return.
Unsuur nods as Emerald replies, “Sure. Are we meeting back here?” 
“Nah. I got an idea. I’ll pick you both up. You two’ll just have to wait and be surprised on what I’ve got planned,” Logan tells them with a wink.
“I like surprises,” Unsuur murmurs happily with a blush. Emerald can say with a very deep certainty that, in this case, he does too.
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MedBay Mayhem
Rating: Teen and Up Fandom: Call of Duty (MWII) Pairings: John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley Warnings: None
Chapter 1/1
Being a sniper, Ghost is used to waking up in odd places. Usually it’s whenever he’s closed his eyes for a few minutes to catch a couple of winks while waiting for a target in some sniper nest he’s made. He’s also woken up on rooftops and trees just because he used them to escape the insanity of the base’s occupants.
His least favorite place to wake up is in the MedBay.
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Being a sniper, Ghost is used to waking up in odd places. Usually it’s whenever he’s closed his eyes for a few minutes to catch a couple of winks while waiting for a target in some sniper nest he’s made. He’s also woken up on rooftops and trees just because he used them to escape the insanity of the base’s occupants. Once he even woke up in Johnny’s bed after the scot had found him outside in one of the trees and brought him in. How Johnny had managed to carry a man of his size in without waking him up, Ghost has no idea. Never mind that he somehow got Ghost out of the tree without waking him as well. It was actually quite impressive. 
His least favorite place to wake up is in the MedBay. 
Most of the times when it happens, he can recall what landed him there. This is one of the outliers where he has no idea how he got here or even remembers exactly what he did to land himself there. He only knows that he hurts all over and it smells like that awful antiseptic smell that he hates so damn much. When he finally manages to pry his eyes open from where they felt like they were stuck together with glue, his arms are the first thing that catches his attention. They’re covered in thick, slightly pinkish bandages. His sleeve of tattoos is barely visible even from the edge of it from how wrapped they are. He attempts to take a deep breath only to wince as his chest constricts from the motion. Broken ribs? Or just badly bruised? 
“Simon?” 
He turns his head to the side to see Johnny sitting in one of the MedBay’s chairs at his bedside. He blinks at him for a minute as it takes his brain a moment to fully register him, “Johnny?”
“Aye. It’s me, Ghost,” The Scotsman scoots the chair up closer so he can slightly lean into Ghost’s space, “Are ye feelin’ alright?”
“Like I was hit by a train, to be perfectly honest. Otherwise, I’m alive. What exactly happened? How did I end up in the MedBay?” He shifted a bit to try and sit up. Johnny stops him and instead uses a small remote laid beside Ghost to raise the head of the bed up. Fancy. Ghost doesn’t remember the MedBay beds having them the last time he was sent here. He groans quietly to himself as his spine shifts from the movement of laying to sitting. He’s going to be so stiff when he gets released. 
He turns his attention back to Johnny as the other man sets the remote back down. He takes note of the almost forlorn expression on his face. That doesn’t seem good. He narrows his eyes at him, “What? What’s that look for?”
“Ye really don’t remember?” Soap asks quietly. 
“No? Should I?” He responds, almost snappily. What was Soap implying? Did something happen? 
Soap’s hands clench where they were clutching onto one another, “Aye. Aye ye should.” 
“Well,” Ghost huffs impatiently, crossing his arms as best as he can with the IV and all the bandages, “I don’t. So enlighten me.” 
The scot’s face twists up into something akin to both anger and anguish. It causes something in Ghost’s chest to lurch. “So ye don’t remember the mission?” He starts, voice low and calm in a way that’s almost frightening, “Ye don’t remember the enemy forces near swarming ye? Ye don’t remember ye demanding me tae set the charges I planted off, knowing full well that you would be caught in the explosion zone? Ye don’t remember the ceiling damn near collapsin’ on ye?! And me havin’ tae drag ye out by the straps of yaer vest?!”
“Johnny-”  He winces as his attempt to stop the man is met with Soap slamming his fists down hard on the bed, “Dammit Ghost! Why the bloody hell would ye do that!? Why would ye make me do that?!” 
“Johnny…” He tries again. 
Soap ducks his head to rest his forehead on the bed between his fists. The breath he takes is shaky, seemingly just a second away from crying. “Why Ghost… Why…” He mumbles into the mattress. 
He knows Johnny isn’t expecting an answer but gives him one anyway, “Because it was the only way.”
“Bullshite!” Soap spits. 
“It was, Johnny. It had to be then or it would’ve been never. If they had gotten away just because I could’ve been caught in the crossfire, there was no way I wasn’t going to make the same decision I did today.” 
Johnny sniffles a bit, “Nae today.” 
“Pardon?” He asks, confused.
“Nae today,” he repeats, back to that forlorn expression as he sits up fully again, “Three days ago. You’ve been out ever since the blast. Thought I’d killed ye… or put ye in a coma…” 
He winces a bit at that. He’s been out for three days? Shite, that makes Johnny’s fury even more justified. He sighs and runs a hand down his face, feeling a few more bandages on his face. Probably a few scrapes from debris hitting him in the apparent blast he subjected himself to. Still, his mind hasn’t changed. “Yesterday, today, or tomorrow; Regardless of the day, I would’ve made the same choice I did three days ago. It was either them with me or me with them. And I’d rather go out on my own terms.”
“And what aboot me? And Price? Gaz? Ale and Rudy? Do none of us mean nothin’ tae ye?” He shakes his head, “How do ye think we would’ve handled your death? Aye it may have taken out our targets, but your loss would’ve been far greater than that victory…”
His heart aches now at the tone the other has, “Johnny…”
“Nae… I can’t do this. Not right now. I’ve been here for three days, waitin’ for ye to wake up so I could smack ye across the back of the haed. Now it turns out it was all for nothin apparently,” The scot chuckles bitterly to himself, “Figures… Nothin’ moves the big, bad Ghost after all.” 
Soap stands up and starts heading out of the room. Simon is immediately flushed with the feeling that he doesn’t want to be alone. He reaches out a hand, calling, “Johnny! Wait! Don’t go!”
The other man stops and turns his head back to look over his shoulder, “I’ll be back. I just need a wee bit of space. I’ll tell yer nurse that you’re awake. They’ll bring you something to eat, I’m sure.”
Simon calls out again in one last attempt to get Johnny to stay. The man doesn’t listen and leaves the room without another word or look at Simon. Simon sighs heavily and lets his whole body go limp on the bed, “Fuck I stuffed that up…” 
He stares up at the ceiling blankly; Feeling more alone than he has in such a long time. How can he possibly fix this? An apology doesn’t seem like enough at this point… Not even for someone as kind as Soap is.  
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Love at First Roll
Rating: Teen and Up Fandom: Stranger Things Pairings: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Warnings: None
Chapter 1/1
Eddie can remember the first time he met Steve. Well, met in the actual sense. He knew of Steve from before. Of course he did! Everyone at Hawkins High knew of the King Steve himself. But to actually know him is a completely different story. That first official meeting with him though was… magical.
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Eddie can remember the first time he met Steve. Well, met in the actual sense. He knew of Steve from before. Of course he did! Everyone at Hawkins High knew of the King Steve himself. But to actually know him is a completely different story. That first official meeting with him though was… magical.
Well, no, the word magical actually makes it sound weird and kind of unbelievable. But Eddie is dramatic and not afraid to admit it!
He's running a quick campaign with the hellfire club as kind of a welcome back/welcome to the club for baby Byers since he and his family had just moved back from California. It's Dustin's turn on the final battle when Steve enters through the door of the classroom they had commandeered, calling, “Alright, guys. Pack it in, time to go.”
He notes Gareth turning his head to hide a sneer as the kids groan in disappointment. “C'mon Steve!” Dustin whined, “It's the final battle! Can't we finish it?”
He knows the other seniors of the club are expecting Steve to tell them no. After hearing the unlimited praise that Dustin and the others - Mike not included - had for Steve, it doesn't shock him when the other man just rolls his eyes with a reluctant agreement. 
Dustin grins before holding his D20 out to him, “Roll for me then, Steve!”
Mike protests while the other freshies beg Steve to do it. Steve smiles in fond amusement - God, how can a man be so pretty?! - before stepping over and taking the D20 from him. He rolls it into the little tray Dustin has for rolling his dice. The die clatters around in the tray before settling. Dustin gapes at it. Steve blinks at it before turning to Eddie to ask, “Is that good?” 
He leans up to check the number with a small smile, expecting something low.
It's a natural 20.
“Are you kidding, Steve?!” Dustin exclaims with a shocked grin, “It's a nat 20!”
“Okay?” Steve says in confusion as the whole table erupts in shock.
“It's a critical hit!” Dustin explains further. He picks up more of his dice and rolls for the damage amount, “Okay uh… so 18 points of damage. Double because it's a crit. So, 36 points!”
The rest of the table plus Steve look at him for guidance. He blinks at them before checking the health of the enemy. He chuckles, near hysterically, “Well, I'll be damned. Normally I ask the character's player how they want to do this. I'm not sure what to do in this situation since Harrington rolled for the final blow.”
The whole table erupts in more excited shouts before Dustin stands up dramatically - Eddie has taught him so well - with his hands held high, “At the most intense point of this Climactic battle after stunning the creature, I reach into my pouch and pull out an ornate horn! Everyone is confused until I blow a mighty sound from it and, there, over the horizon appears a paladin on a steed! ‘Tis the prince of the land, Prince Steve, arriving to assist at last! He rides down the hill, holy mace in hand and bashes the stunned creature with it! The creature explodes into a thousand bloody pieces with a final scream of pain! The prince gives a fond nod and smile to the party before turning his noble horse and riding off!!”
The younger teens, minus Mike, all cheer at the end of the story. Mike groans in what seems to be annoyance but a smile is trying to creep onto his lips too. Gareth and the other older teens are still shocked into silence to really react. Eddie claps for Dustin, “Nicely executed storytelling there, Henderson! Wrapped everything up in a nice neat little bow for the ending battle! That means that all characters level up one level each with the exception of Will's who is up to level 6 thanks to the battle. We'll set new skills and points next week just so Harrington doesn't have to wait around any longer.”
Everyone starts packing up their supplies. He starts doing the same with his DM supplies as Steve approaches him and whispers, “Hey man, thanks for doing this for them.”
He almost looks around the room like an idiot before realizing that Steve absolutely is talking to him with that fond little smile. He gives a smile back, “Yeah, of course! I mean - no problem!”
“No seriously, thank you. They've been so excited since Will came back to play with him. They told me it's not your normal day for this so I super appreciate it,” The smile on Steve's face gets bigger and Eddie swears his heart skips a beat. Steve doesn't say anything else, just turns to the other teens to call out, “Alright. Let's go!”
“Shotgun!” Dustin calls out.
The other kids groan but Steve just puts his hands on his hips - he looks like one of those soccer moms, oh my God... - and tells him, “You had shotgun on the way to school this morning. Let one of the others have it.”
“Race you guys!” Lucas calls out before sprinting out the door. The others follow with Mike shouting behind him, “Hey no fair! You're the athletic one of us!”
Steve shakes his head before turning back to the table with yet another smile, “Bye guys. Thanks again, Munson!”
Eddie waves at him as he trails out the door after his gaggle of wards. As soon as he's well enough away from the door, he drops his head into his hands with a loud groan. Gareth pauses on putting his stuff away and asks him, “You alright, man?”
“No…” He begroans once he realizes his inevitable situation, “I'm fucked…”
The others don't understand but he does. He just developed a massive, gigantic, and life altering crush on Steve fucking Harrington from a thank you and a roll of a dice. 
He's so fucked.
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Date Night with Mic
Rating: General Audiences Fandom: Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia Pairings: Aizawa Shouta/Yamada Hizashi Warnings: None
Chapter 1/1
Shouta checks his phone for the time. Six-fourteen. He’s late for sure. He hopes Hizashi didn’t get so caught up with station work that he forgot their date night… again.
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Shouta checks his phone for the time. Six-fourteen. He’s late for sure. He hopes Hizashi didn’t get so caught up with station work that he forgot their date night… again. It’s happened a few times before and each time Hizashi is a groveling mess about it. Shouta will admit that he’s not really mad about it when it happens. They’re busy adults with multiple jobs between them, he gets it. But Hizashi is so good at being overly apologetic. Surely it’s not wrong to take advantage of it just a bit with a bit of emotional blackmail. 
The chair is pulled out from across from him. He smiles as Hizashi sits down across from him, “Sorry I’m late, babe! Traffic was a nightmare!”
“It’s alright. I already got your favorite dish ordered,” He pushes one of the glasses of wine across the table to his husband, “How was work?”
“Not bad,” Hizashi takes a sip of the wine with a pleased noise, “Got the lineup complete for our next few big interviews. Takes a lot of stress off of me and the others for the next few months. Should be smooth sailing from here, baby!” 
Shouta makes a noise of understanding just as a waiter comes by to place their plates of food in front of them. Hizashi looks shocked for a second before it changes into a pleased happiness, “Aw Sho! You must’ve ordered this as soon as you sat down for it to get out this fast!” 
“Of course I did. You order the same thing every time from here. It was only logical to go ahead and order it so it would be almost done by the time you got here,” He takes a bite of his own food. Delicious as always!
“My boo knows me so well!” Hizashi happily tucks into his own food with an appropriate amount of enthusiasm. Shouta waits until he’s mid-bite before telling him, “I’ve reserved a karaoke room for us after this.”
He hides a smile as Hizashi starts choking a bit at his surprise. Those eyes he loves so much hold stars in them as Hizashi weakly argues, “But you hate karaoke…” 
“True. But you love it. So I can put up with it for a bit to see you happy.” 
“Aw! Shouta! You’re the best, I swear!” His blonde idiot (affectionate) gushes, bouncing slightly in his seat.
“I know. Now eat. The faster you’re done, the faster we can go,” He presses, tucking back into his own food. Hizashi happily agrees and starts eating again with a renewed vigor. Shouta hides another smile as they eat and exchange a bit of conversation between bites. He can definitely stand to do things he doesn’t care for if it means Hizashi smiles just a little bit brighter like he is right now.
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valleyrunearchives · 11 months ago
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Daytime reblog!
Money is kind of tight for me right now so I decided to do something I've literally never done before: I'm taking commissions for my writing! Which is kind of terrifying and very intimidating for me! Please go easy on me! I've included a list of my rules and basic prices below as well as linked my Ko-fi account for easy access to my commission prices. The Ko-fi link will also be accessible under the Commissions tab on my page.
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valleyrunearchives · 11 months ago
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Money is kind of tight for me right now so I decided to do something I've literally never done before: I'm taking commissions for my writing! Which is kind of terrifying and very intimidating for me! Please go easy on me! I've included a list of my rules and basic prices below as well as linked my Ko-fi account for easy access to my commission prices. The Ko-fi link will also be accessible under the Commissions tab on my page.
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valleyrunearchives · 2 years ago
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Binary
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Fandom: Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia Pairings: Aizawa Shouta/Yamada Hizashi Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence
Chapter 35/?
“Binary code is a series of zeroes and ones strung together in a specific sequence. On paper, it’s useless. Annoying. Worthless. But put that same string of zeroes and ones into a computer, and suddenly it’s a language far more complex than the human mind can comprehend. I was the same way. The world decided I wasn’t good enough in the physical plane, so I went digital. That’s why I chose the name Binary. And you should be very,” He smirks at the underground hero on the screen, “Very afraid of the reach I have here. Aizawa Shouta.”
Or
Midoriya Izuku is tired of the world treating him like nothing. So he decides to becoming a hacker to show the world that nothing can be anything.
Featuring Midoriya Izuku as the Genius Hacker Aizawa Shouta as the problem child wrangler Yamada Hizashi as the moral support to his husband Tsukauchi Naomasa as the man who needs a long vacation PLEASE Shinsou Hitoshi as the intentionally adopted one Toga Himiko as the unintentionally adopted one Dabi as the really didn’t want to be adopted one but he guesses this is his life now and Nedzu as the Rat God of UA
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Dabi paces restlessly back and forth across the floor of the high rise office. Rumi and Keigo watch him in minor concern. The two best friends exchange a quick glance before Rumi decides to speak up, “C’mon Dabs, I’m sure you’re little sibs are fine!” 
“No!” He shakes his head and stops pacing with his hands up, “I mean! I know that! I just…” He walks over and plops down on the couch in between them, “God, so much has happened already to them in that school. Well… mainly Izuku but still! Discrimination by a staff member, injured by another student who was already his former bully, and now a break in that he just so happened to see the perpetrator of?! What’s next, are villains going to attack them at a school outing?! Fuck - sorry - I just feel like I can’t relax every single time they leave for school these days!” 
Rumi smacks his shoulder with a hand, “Don’t apologize for cussing, dumbass! You’re stressed, it’s fine to cuss when you’re stressed! Right, Kei?”
“I agree in this situation. As long as you’re not doing it while you’re representing me or Rumi out in public it’s fine! We’re friends first and foremost, Dabi. I’m glad you’re feeling safe enough to cuss around us to express your worries and frustrations, especially about your family,” Keigo gives him a smile. Not like the ones he gives during his publicity stunts but a soft gentle one reserved just for him and Rumi. His heart feels like it does a weird little backflip at it. That’s new. And mildly concerning in his opinion. 
Regardless, he can’t even really tell him his more major concerns about Izuku’s latest school escapades. How he spends longer and longer in that little office of his. How he’s worried about what exactly Binary is getting up to after all these. He just knows it’s something on the not very good side with the way he works for hours and hours on end typing away in there. He’s been going to school exhausted too, which is just another thing for him to be concerned about. Not to mention that CATRA won’t tell him anything either. He’s tried to ask but she just gets this weird look on her cat face and apologizes. He’s so fucking worried he can barely think straight! 
Binary’s already toeing a very dangerous line and he’s so, so afraid that he’ll eventually step over it and put himself in real danger. He doesn’t think there would be anyone to get him out of it either. It’s already been established that Tsukauchi doesn’t really care for Binary so he’s out of the question. Eraserhead, while a little bit more empathetic to Binary’s case and care, wouldn’t stick up for him very much when he finds out that his student is the rogue hacker. Present Mic is a bit of a wildcard, what with him being a do-gooder that’s married to Eraserhead. Nedzu would surely be the most understanding, but the Rat God of UA doesn’t really do empathy well. Dabi has no doubt that Nedzu would blackmail Binary into working with him if he had his identity on lock. That’s something that Dabi doesn’t want either considering it would probably warp the high sense of justice that Izuku already has. 
Rumi must still see he’s stressing over it because she reaches out to take a hold of his shoulder this time, “Hey. He’ll be okay. If anything, we’ll be there to help out too! You know we will! Your family is our family, Dabs! We won’t let anything happen to him!”
The confident grin from her also makes his heart do a backflip. What the fuck?! Why is that his luck?! He rubs his hands over his face to try and cool his thoughts away from all the worrying. Rumi and Keigo are right. It’ll be fine and if not, he knows that he’ll have their support in whatever happens next. He takes a deep breath and stands back up again, “Right. Okay. I’m good. Let’s get back to work for a bit, shall we?”
Rumi lets out a loud groan, flopping her ears all the way back in displeasure. Keigo laughs a bit at his friend’s dramaticness as Dabi heads over to his official desk in the office to pick up the most recent stack of papers. “Alright, so,” He flips through them, “Rumi, your next press conference will be held in front of the agency detailing your ongoing rights for the less fortunate campaign. That’ll be on Thursday at four PM sharp so don’t miss it.” She opens her mouth but he cuts her off before she can speak, “Yes I will be spamming your phone with reminder texts an hour and a half before. I haven’t forgotten to do that.” She closes her mouth with a thankful nod. 
He flips a few pages over, “Now Keigo. You’re doing meet and greets with chronically ill kids in the hospital next… Tuesday so try to look your best that day. It’s at ten AM, I know I won’t have to text you to remind you beyond the one the night before but please don’t forget. You’ll be there with Gang Orca, The Wild Wild Pussycats, and Kamui Woods so play nice!”
“It’ll be a piece of cake with those guys!” Keigo replies with a smile.
“At least it’s not All Might that he has to work with. I might’ve turned the appearance opportunity down with the stipulation that we wouldn’t deal with anything All Might was involved in,” Dabi quickly thinks before turning back to the paper. “Next-” He pauses as his cell phone rings on the table. Izuku set it to where it only does that when someone important is calling him during work. Caller ID says UA. “It’s the school…” He says with trepidation before picking it up and answering it, “Hello? Yes, this is Dabi.”
He listens for a moment before his eyes widen, “What do you mean by ‘there was a villain attack?!’”
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valleyrunearchives · 2 years ago
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Binary
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Fandom: Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia Pairings: Aizawa Shouta/Yamada Hizashi Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence
Chapter 34/?
“Binary code is a series of zeroes and ones strung together in a specific sequence. On paper, it’s useless. Annoying. Worthless. But put that same string of zeroes and ones into a computer, and suddenly it’s a language far more complex than the human mind can comprehend. I was the same way. The world decided I wasn’t good enough in the physical plane, so I went digital. That’s why I chose the name Binary. And you should be very,” He smirks at the underground hero on the screen, “Very afraid of the reach I have here. Aizawa Shouta.”
Or
Midoriya Izuku is tired of the world treating him like nothing. So he decides to becoming a hacker to show the world that nothing can be anything.
Featuring Midoriya Izuku as the Genius Hacker Aizawa Shouta as the problem child wrangler Yamada Hizashi as the moral support to his husband Tsukauchi Naomasa as the man who needs a long vacation PLEASE Shinsou Hitoshi as the intentionally adopted one Toga Himiko as the unintentionally adopted one Dabi as the really didn’t want to be adopted one but he guesses this is his life now and Nedzu as the Rat God of UA
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"So what's your class going to be up to today?" Himiko asks Izuku and Hitoshi on their way to school.
"I don't know," Izuku admits, tapping away at his phone for one reason or another, "Aizawa keeps our classes pretty under wraps, doesn't he Toshi?"
Hitoshi grunts something of an agreement before walking ahead of both of them. Himiko blinks before turning back to their younger brother, "Did he forget his coffee or something this morning?"
Izukue rolls his eyes, "No. He's still pissed at me about the Bakugou thing."
"Ooooh!" Himiko intones, "He's still on that? Yeah, okay, sure I don't like it either but I can't stop you for your opinion. Stupid as it is…"
"I have my reasons, Himiko. Just leave it at that."
She mumbles an acquiesce and doesn't speak of it further. The rest of the walk is silent before Hitoshi stops suddenly in front of them, "Whoa…
The blonde and green haired teens exchange a quick look before moving up beside their tall brother. Himiko gasps while Izuku's eyes travel across the scene in front of them. Press members are lined up tight against the front gate of UA. They're shouting various questions at any student who passes through them just to get to their class. Izuku whips his phone back up and starts tapping away rapidly. 
"How are we going to get past them?" Himiko asks.
"I'm working on it. Give me a sec," Izuku tells her. 
They stay back as Izuku works, waiting for his signal or whatever he's got planned. A few moments later, one of the press crew's cameramans reaches up to their earpiece with a look of confusion before shouting, "What-? They're saying our equipment is down!"
His reporter also shrieks in shock before more join in; Each proclaiming that they'd completely lost signal for their cameras and microphones. Izuku tucks his phone away, "Go. Now. That's only set to last for a few minutes."
The three take off. They run through the disoriented crew and into the school. They see a couple of others coming in behind them; Also taking advantage of the chaos the press are experiencing. Izuku and Himiko share a giggle at the scene of the distraught media crews. Even Hitoshi lets out a small chuckle at the sight. Izuku takes it as a sign in the right direction for finally getting him off the “pissed off at Izuku” train.
They get into school and part ways with a wave. The rest of the morning is fairly quiet. Well, as quiet as it can be being a part of this year’s class 1A. There was the obvious chatter from most of his classmates filling the room. But it was more of a white noise sound to Izuku at this point. No one was actively trying to talk in an overly loud way so they weren’t distracting. Just enjoying company. It was nice.
When the bell rang, they all quieted down quickly with Aizawa’s approving nod, “Right. Homeroom today will be selecting class representatives. I don’t care how you do it, just get me the selections for your rep and vice rep before the end of the period.”
With that, their esteemed teacher went into his signature yellow sleeping bag and fell asleep against the wall behind the podium. A moment of silence passes before words finally start flying around the room. 
“Oh! Oh! Me! Me! I wanna be the class rep!” Denki, as he insisted on being called by their class, shouted.
“What?! No way! I wanna be the rep!” Uraraka countered.
“But, like, it sounds like so much fun! I think I’d be a good rep, don’t you guys?” Mina, as she also insisted on being called, added in.
The voices just keep rising over one another. Izuku and Hitoshi both, in a moment of pure sibling solidarity, reach up to cover their ears to block all the noise. After another few moments of pure cacophony, Iida slams his hand down on his desk and stands up shouting, “This is getting us nowhere! We’ll take a vote like civilized class members!” 
“That won’t get us anywhere though! We’ll all just vote for ourselves!” Hagakure points out.
“Then we’ll make a stipulation that you can’t vote for yourself. You have to pick another class member,” Yaoyorozu calmly suggests, “Then, whoever has the most votes will be our rep and the second most is our vice rep.”
Everyone mumbles out an agreement while Yaoyorozu makes a hat and small slips of paper for the votes. Each of the slips are passed out. Izuku taps his pen against his face before writing Iida’s name down for rep. He likes how he came up with an easy solution amongst all the chaos. Plus, he’s a nice friend. 
He folds the paper up and puts it into the hat when it comes around. He goes back to the notes he was making before this all occurred. He wasn’t paying much attention when the hat finally got back around to Yaoyorozu and she started counting and writing down the votes on the board. He didn’t tune back in until he heard her voice, “Okay. So that means, Midoriya-kun will be our rep!”
“... Huh!?” he cried in shock. 
“Oh! That makes perfect sense!” Mina cried. He whips around to her, “HUh?!”
“Yeah! Midoriya’s so organized! He’ll be so good at it!” Sero add. He whips his head back to him now, “HUH?!”
“I feel as though we’ve made the most auspicious choice in selecting the leader of our dark flock,” Tokoyami adds.
“WAIT, WAIT, WAIT!” he cried out, pushing himself to his feet frantically, “I really appreciate the votes and the confidence but I don’t want the position of rep!” 
“Aw c’mon, Midori-babe! You would be great at it for reals!” Mina tries to convince him.
“No! I-!” He takes a deep breath, “Look, again I really appreciate it but that’s a lot of pressure when I’m still getting used to being a part of an in person classroom that doesn’t automatically hate me just for the quirk I don’t have. I don’t want to be in a position of being the class rep. I’m sorry.”
It’s quiet for a moment before Hagakure coos out an, “Aw! Don’t apologize!” 
“We really didn’t think about it like that, Midoriya. If you don’t want to be class rep, we’ll respect that and you,” Asui agrees. 
He sighs in relief as they finally get it, “Thanks Asui-chan.”
“Tsu. Call me Tsu, Midoriya.” 
“Right!” He smiles sheepishly at her correction. He settles back into his seat as Yaoyorozu erases his name off the board. “Okay so that leaves myself as rep and Iida-kun as vice rep. Is everyone okay with that?” Yaoyorozu asks.
Everyone voices their agreement and Yaoyorozu passes on the information to Aizawa once homeroom is over. Before the man leaves the room for their first class, he calls out, “Midoriya.”
“Huh? Yes?” He asks with a slight tilt of his head.
“During lunch period, bring your food and come to my office. There’s some things I wanted to discuss with you that can’t wait until the end of the day.”
Izuku blinks. What could he want to discuss? Regardless, he’ll have to go. “Yes sir.”
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The morning passes by without incident. According to the teachers, the press are still pressed tightly to the gate; Apparently demanding an interview with All Might. In Izuku’s most humble opinion, what a waste of their time. All Might’s not even considered a teacher anymore. Though it was, apparently, still up in the air if he would even be considered a teacher’s assistant or if he would be leaving UA entirely. Seems the outside world hadn’t caught wind of that situation yet. For the best, probably.
When lunch comes around, he gathers up his food and heads for the faculty lounge to meet with Aizawa, per his teacher’s request. Hitoshi mentions when he goes that he’ll let Himiko know where he’s gone. He could’ve sworn he saw a bit of worried hesitance in his gaze though. No matter for right now. He gets to the faculty office with his boxed lunch in hand and knocks.
Mic-sensei is the one to open the door, “We’ve been waiting on you, little listener! C’mon in! Aizawa’s just getting something together then he’ll take you to his office!”
“Thank you very much, Mic-sensei!” He replies kindly with a genuine smile. The blonde teacher has been nothing but wonderful to him, both in and out of class. Izuku doesn’t see any reason to not respond in the same manner. He steps in and waits patiently for his homeroom teacher to finish up whatever he was doing. When he is finished, the man gestures for him to follow him. Izuku does so without complaint. They each take a seat in the man’s office.
“Feel free to eat as we talk. I don’t know how long this will take and I don’t want you to miss lunch,” Aizawa tells him.
“Ah… thank you then sir!” He opens the box and snaps his chopsticks apart, “Will you be eating too, Aizawa-sensei?”
Aizawa shakes his head, “I’ll eat later.”
“Alright. Doesn’t seem very healthy though…” He mumbles but takes a few bites of food.
Aizawa lets him eat for a bit before speaking again, “I wanted to speak with you again about the Bakugou incident.”
It should come as a surprise to him that that’s the reason Aizawa wanted to speak to him. But for some strange reason, it doesn’t. He nods in understanding and waits for Aizawa to ask whatever questions he has.
“I just wanted to confirm, once and for all, to really clear the record; You truly want to advocate for Bakugou to not be expelled from UA?” the man asks first.
“Yes that’s right,” He replies without hesitation.
“And we can opt for any other punishment so long as it’s not expulsion?” 
“Preferably.” 
“Preferably?” Izuku hums in response to that question while taking another bite of his lunch, “I know that you’ll be having a meeting amongst all the staff to fully decide on the selected punishment. I, as the victim of the whole ordeal, put in my two cents on the matter but that doesn’t mean that I’ll argue if you decide differently. If you, the rest of the staff, and Nedzu-sama decide that expulsion is the only route of action in this matter, then I will defer to that judgment. You all are the teachers, after all.”   
“Please don’t call him Nedzu-sama to his face… His ego is already way too big…” Aizawa gripes before sighing, “May I ask the true reason why you opted to advocate for Bakugou?”
Izuku pauses with his chopsticks resting on his lips. He knew this would also come up eventually. He sighs, placing them down on top of his lunch and pushing the box away a bit. This will require his full attention for the time being. He folds his hands together on top of the table. “It’s because of what I heard just after the accident occurred.”
Aizawa blinks in what Izuku believes is confusion but doesn’t ask him to clarify; Probably knowing that Izuku is about to do that on his own. Izuku turns his head away to not have to look him in the eyes right now, “I know that Recovery Girl and the others said I was unconscious for forty-five minutes after the accident. But that’s not entirely true. Shortly after the rubble collapsed on me but before I was freed from it, I regained consciousness for a short time. It was probably for no more than three to five minutes. When I did, I heard Bakugou speaking.” 
Now he turns his eyes back to Aizawa, maintaining intense eye contact to stress the importance of what he was about to say, “He was frantic. Panicked. He kept saying over and over, ‘I never should have listened to her. Why did I listen to her? I’m so sorry, Zu. I promise I’ll get you out.’ I thought at first I had dreamed it but the memory of it was too clear even after I fully came back into being awake.”
“While Bakugou mentioned being in contact with someone, he never mentioned any of that.”
“Shock most likely, but it also got me thinking about some things,” He places his fingers on his lips, a habit when he’s deeply thinking, “Firstly, Bakugou left me alone after I moved to homeschooling in middle school. Not once did he attempt to contact me or find me while on the streets. I never moved out of our prefecture even after moving to homeschooling so we probably passed each other at some point at least once in the four years since that point… but just about a year is when he actively started seeking me out again to bully me. Why then? What changed?”
“He got into contact with that person,” Aizawa guesses.
“That’s my thought too. I know it’s my mother by the way. You don’t have to hide it.”
Now it’s Aizawa’s turn to be shocked, “You know it’s your mother?”
“Yes. She’s the only woman Bakugou would’ve had contact with about me in a negative manner. Bakugou’s parents actually like me, oddly enough. They were more protective of me than my own mother after my diagnosis when Bakugou and I were considered friends. There was no way it was Bakugou Mitsuki. It had to be her and no one else.” 
“That does match up quite well. The Bakugou’s even admitted to cutting contact with your mother after discovering her treatment of you and wanted you to know that they always thought of you fondly.” 
Izuku smiles, “Aside from their son - no, that’s a lie, sometimes even with their son, I thought of them fondly too. So yes, I figured out the ‘her’ Bakugou spoke of was my mother. But why would she contact him? After so many years? What was her gain? Just to have him bully me again? For what reason?” 
Aizawa hums in agreement. Good, that means he’s listening. “Secondly,” he continued, “He called me Zu. He hasn’t called me that since we were four, before that awful diagnosis of quirklessness. It really drove home to me that he was scared. For me. Not only that but he promised to get me out. He promised. You know what was the last promise he made to me?” 
“What was it?” Aizawa asks, truly curious.
“That we’d be friends forever.”
“When you were four,” his teacher guesses. 
“Exactly. He’s bringing up nicknames from when we were kids and using promises again like when we were kids. I’m not sure what’s fully going on but for some reason it’s making me think that there’s more to what’s going on than what we see on the surface. Something’s happening and Bakugou was just a pawn into whatever plan my mother has cooked up. And somehow I don’t think she’s alone in her planning. Who she's planning with and what that plan is, I have no idea. I do know that Bakugou is a victim of it too, however. And I think that needs to be remembered when selecting a punishment for him.” 
“I agree,” Aizawa says with a nod, “I’ll bring up everything you’ve told me to Nedzu as well. He should be able to at least pull the messages and calls from your mother to Bakugou to see if there’s some kind of clue there.” 
He gives his teacher a grateful smile, “Thank you, Aizawa-sensei. I really appreciate you taking all my concerns into consideration about this; Especially with you knowing a bit about my past with Bakugou. Again, I’ll defer to whatever judgment you and the other teachers make about Bakugou’s punishment, but I really just wanted to make my thoughts known. I’m glad you’re taking me seriously.”
A small return smile slips onto Aizawa’s face before dropping as an alarm starts ringing out loudly. Izuku looks around in a panic, “What’s that?! What’s happening?!”
“I don’t know. Stay here Midoriya!” The man jumps up and races out of the room, closing the door behind him. Izuku waits until he’s fully gone before whipping out his phone and wireless earbud. He places it in his ear and asks, “CATRA, what’s happening?”
She appears on his screen in a moment, also pulling video footage of the front gate of the building where the press are swarming in, “It seems someone let the press into UA by destroying the gate. Based on visual analysis, the gate has been turned to some substance similar to dust or ash. Disintegration is likely the cause. Staff is currently en route to try and handle the rabble.”
“Couldn’t have been one of the press members. They would have done it long before now if that was the case. Search the hallways for anyone standing out.”
“That will be a bit difficult. The students are in quite the uproar right now from the alarm,” She moves the cameras to the hallways to show that several gaggles of students are running about as if chickens with their heads cut off. Ugh. And some of these are supposed to be hero students. Izuku sighs, “Text Hitoshi and Himiko. Maybe they can figure out a situation to calm the panicked masses. Then look for someone who’s remaining too calm amongst the crowd.”
He watches intently as the screens zip by with various identifier boxes passing over faces. It eventually stops on a hooded figure, calmly walking in the opposite direction of all the panicking teenagers. CATRA purrs proudly, “Excellent idea, Izuku-kun.”
He smiles and focuses on the person, “Do we know who that is?” 
“Negative. They seem to be male in stature but I can’t find anything in facial recognitions even from what I can see. I know they’re not a student here but I don’t know who they are beyond that.”
He hums and continues watching. The person slips into the faculty lounge, which makes Izuku tense a bit. He was in an office off the lounge. What if the person was looking for something from Aizawa’s office? He could be in danger. Luckily, it seems Aizawa’s office wasn’t the target. The person walks to the desk of one of the other teachers - a horribly messy one - and starts rifling around on it. He squints. Whose desk is that? 
As if reading his thoughts, CATRA informs him, “That desk was All Might’s.”
All Might’s? He watches entranced as the person finally picks something up off of it. It’s a piece of paper but he can’t tell what was written on it from the angle. He notes that the person’s pinky is raised from the sheet. Five finger point connection quirk; Just like Uraraka’s. He carefully slips his notebook and pen out of his bag, and starts scribbling notes about the person. He even includes a small sketch of the person’s stature, stance, and the hand with raised pinky. The person leaves after a moment with the sheet still in their grasp. He watches them on the cameras until they reach a closet in a hallway and go in. He squints in confusion, “Any cameras in that closet?”
“None,” the cat avatar answers, “It’s one of the only blind spots in the whole of UA.” 
“And this person clearly knew that somehow. Keep an eye on the closet. Let me know if they leave. I have a feeling they won’t, for whatever reason.”
He tucks his phone and earbud away after getting a confirmation purr from CATRA. He quickly finishes his lunch and tucks his lunchbox away. Then he waits with bated breath for either Aizawa to return or for CATRA to let him know that person had left and was on the move. 
Somewhat sadly, Aizawa returned first instead of the latter. He perks and jumps up, “Aizawa-sensei!” 
“You’re still here Midoriya? I’m surprised you didn’t go back to your friends. That took awhile…” 
“I thought about it but then someone came into the faculty lounge so I thought it was safer to stay here!” 
The man’s dry eyes widened at that, “What?!”
“I heard someone coming in so I peeked out the door because I didn’t hear any talking from the other teachers!” He takes his notebook and passes it over, “I couldn’t really see their face but this is what I did see! I think whatever they’ve got in their hand came from All Might’s old desk!” 
Aizawa’s eyes scan the page intensely before he motions to it, “Can I tear this page out to take with me?”
“Of course!” Izuku agrees immediately. Aizawa quickly follows that by tearing the page out. Then he ushers the boy out of his office, telling him to return to class. “Thanks for being so attentive in what you saw. I’ll get this information to Nedzu and hopefully we can use it to figure out who this is and what they took. I wouldn’t panic over this just yet but be alert just in case.”
Izuku nods in understanding and heads out of the lounge just as Mic comes up to ask Aizawa about what was going on. He did head back to class but with an idea in mind. He has his own research to do later this evening.
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Binary
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Fandom: Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia Pairings: Aizawa Shouta/Yamada Hizashi Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence
Chapter 33/?
“Binary code is a series of zeroes and ones strung together in a specific sequence. On paper, it’s useless. Annoying. Worthless. But put that same string of zeroes and ones into a computer, and suddenly it’s a language far more complex than the human mind can comprehend. I was the same way. The world decided I wasn’t good enough in the physical plane, so I went digital. That’s why I chose the name Binary. And you should be very,” He smirks at the underground hero on the screen, “Very afraid of the reach I have here. Aizawa Shouta.”
Or
Midoriya Izuku is tired of the world treating him like nothing. So he decides to becoming a hacker to show the world that nothing can be anything.
Featuring Midoriya Izuku as the Genius Hacker Aizawa Shouta as the problem child wrangler Yamada Hizashi as the moral support to his husband Tsukauchi Naomasa as the man who needs a long vacation PLEASE Shinsou Hitoshi as the intentionally adopted one Toga Himiko as the unintentionally adopted one Dabi as the really didn’t want to be adopted one but he guesses this is his life now and Nedzu as the Rat God of UA
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Hizashi quietly grades some of his first year English assessments while keeping an eye on his husband. His darling husband in question lays flat with his feet in his lap, Noodle laying on his chest, and staring at the ceiling with a sort of blank look on his face. He knew that a lot had happened today after the whole mess of the… “Battle Trials” All Might had created. He had heard a little bit about it from Shouta but not an extensive amount since the stress that just speaking about it caused was radiating off of him. They opted to talk about it deeper later and just enjoy each other’s company for now. Still Hizashi can’t help but worry about him. 
He hasn’t seen him like this in quite some time. The last time was when he was on a case about a kidnapped child who he felt like he was failing for not being able to find them immediately. The child was eventually found but Shouta never stopped beating himself up until they were back with their parents. That’s the kind of person Shouta was. Determined, honest, but so damn hard on himself. He knows that regardless of what happened today, Shouta was still blaming himself.
The ringing of a cell phone pulls both their attention to it. He sends a questioning look to Shouta, asking without asking if he was supposed to be getting a call tonight. Shouta shakes his head and picks up the phone. His brow furrows which tells Hizashi that it’s not a number he recognizes. He answers it and puts it on speaker immediately so Hizashi can hear the call as well, “Hello?”
“Oh! Eraserhead! I’m glad you answered! I was afraid you wouldn’t when you didn’t recognize the number!” They both freeze at the distorted voice that comes from the speaker, “Or I guess I should call you Aizawa-san since you’re off duty right now, shouldn’t I?”
“Binary?” Shouta asks even though he doesn’t need to.
“The one and only! I thought I’d give you a call to see how you were holding up after your whole… All Might debacle today.”
“So it was you who sent the video to all the teachers.” 
“Correct again!” The reply seems cheerful but Hizashi knows what a voice sounds like when it’s portraying a different emotion than the one being felt. He does it all the time when he’s hosting on rough nights. He’s picking that up here now even with the autotune distortion that Binary uses.
“How did you even know about the… All Might Debacle?” Shouta asks next.
“Kept an eye on the proceedings of that awful excuse of a heroics class. I have a bit of an investment in the heroics course of this year.”
“Midoriya,” Shouta guesses. Whether he’s guessing Binary’s identity as Midoriya or that Binary’s investment is Midoriya, Hizashi isn’t sure. 
“Midoriya? Which one is that one?” Hizashi ticks another instance of Binary lying about his emotions again. “I mean there were six kids injured and the only one I really recognize by appearance is Todoroki and I mean c’mon, why wouldn’t I be able to recognize the number two’s youngest kid?”
Shouta gives him a glance to which he responds with just a nod. He’s picked it up. He hears it. Shouta sighs heavily and just responds back with, “Right.”
It’s quiet for a moment before Binary chuckles a bit, “Not very talkative tonight I see. Don’t blame you after everything that happened today. I’ll go bother someone else. I just wanted to check and see how you and Mic-san were doing. I know I’m on speaker by the way. Hi, Mic!” 
“Heya Listener!” Hizashi makes sure his voice gives away nothing before giving his husband a confused gesture with wide eyes. Shouta shakes his head rapidly with just as confused an expression. 
“Anywho, I’ll be off then. I’m sure I’ll be hacking into your comm tomorrow evening, Aizawa-san, but try to get some rest tonight. Enjoy your night off if that’s not too hard a concept for you! See you!” 
The call disconnects immediately after. They both listen to the disconnection tone before Hizashi motions to the phone; A silent sign of “call the number back Shou.” Shouta nods and immediately calls the number back. It doesn’t even ring once before an automated tone comes through, “The number you have dialed has been disconnected or recently changed. Please check the number and try again.”
Shouta hangs it up. Hizashi presses his face into his hand. If this is Midoriya, how is he able to do this? With so much ease on top of that! They also confirmed that they sent the video to the teachers during the time when Midoriya would’ve been unconscious. Yet Hizashi knows he heard those voice discrepancies and Shouta did too. Was it a misdirect somehow? How did he send the video then? Ugh, this is giving him a headache. 
Shouta’s phone ringing again adds a bit to it. 
His face whips around to check the number with Shouta. Nedzu. Shit. Hizashi leans back against the couch as Shouta answers it on speakerphone again with a, “What do you want, Rat?”
“Apologies if I’m interrupting anything on your night off, Shouta-kun!” Hizashi snickers a bit at Nedzu’s complete disregard for Shouta’s ribbing. His husband just rolls his eyes. “I had a few things to discuss with you, both about the Binary situation and the Bakugou-Midoriya issue.” 
Shouta waves his free hand a bit, “I just heard from Binary so start with the Bakugou and Midoriya thing. I just want a bit of a break before we get into that.”
“Oh. Interesting. Yes, we’ll definitely come back to that. Anyway! Midoriya. I wanted to ask because I conveniently forgot-”
“Doubtful,” Shouta interjects. 
“Shush, Shouta-kun, I’m talking right now. I conveniently forgot to ask what caused Midoriya to advocate for his attacker. It just doesn’t make sense. His family were so against it from what you told me originally. Not to mention that Bakugou himself acknowledged that he was the aggressor. Why would he advocate for him? Surely it’s not his victim’s trauma causing it? Making him believe that it was all deserved to him or some such?”
“I don’t think so. If that was the case, I would think that Midoriya would’ve advocated for him to get no consequences at all. Instead, Midoriya just asked that we not expel him. Any other punishment was applicable just not expulsion. And he made it sound like it was more for the protection of the general public instead of protection for himself, Bakugou, or Bakugou’s family.”
Nedzu hums at that. Hizashi notices the look on Shouta’s face and squints at him, chiming out, “There’s something else, isn’t there?” 
Shouta sighs but doesn’t argue, “I think so. But I don’t know what that is. I need to talk to Midoriya again about it. I think he’s hiding something else about this situation, specifically about his interaction with Bakugou, and I just need to confirm that before I make any kind of assumption about it.”  
“Please do, then! And bring your new findings to me as well!” Hizashi hears clicking sounds on Nedzu’s end which he supposes is the principal’s computer, “Onto the Binary business!” 
Shouta groans but sits up and rolls his neck around, “Alright, hit me with it.”
“So the video! It didn’t come from any of the same sources that Binary has used before!” 
Hizashi and Shouta both blink at that before Shouta says, “Come again?”
“The IP tracing I did of the video! It didn’t come from the same trace path as where Binary usually sends his correspondences from! Still haven’t figured out where that actual path leads but it’s different!” Nedzu is way too happy about this. 
“So what you’re saying is that we were wrong about Binary being Midoriya? It was actually that Catra person that Midoriya was talking to during the entrance exams?” Shouta asks.
“Oh but that’s the thing!” The giggle the Stoat lets out immediately has him and Shouta on edge, “I have reason to believe that Catra is not a person!” 
“... I say once more, come again?” Shouta musters to get out.
“Yeah, man, you’re not making much sense now! You’re saying that Catra isn’t real?!” Hizashi asks, slightly hysteric. 
“Oh! No! Catra most certainly is real, they’re just not a person!”
He and Shouta exchange wide-eyed looks before turning back to the phone without responding; Mouths open in shock. Nedzu doesn’t do anything to acknowledge their shock but clearly registers it. “You see, when I was doing the IP tracing to try and find its source - again - I noticed that there was something odd about it. Something… artificial!” A giggle slips out of the Stoat, “At first I thought Binary was attempting to throw me off even further but even then the artificial quality didn’t match with Binary’s usual redirects! So I compared it to all the other instances where Binary has had contact with us, and it matches up with a few of those but not all and it always matches up with those instances perfectly! Which made me dig a bit deeper into it!”
“Can we pick up the pace just a bit here?” Shouta asks, sitting on the edge of his seat. 
“You are so impatient, Shouta-kun! But yes, I suppose I can do that. The reason why those instances seem artificial is because where they came from is completely artificial! It’s a code that created a code!” 
“So… What? Catra is nothing but a computer program? Is that what you’re saying?” Hizashi tries to get clarification. 
“Yes and no! Yes in that Catra is a computer program but no in that I believe it’s so much more than that! I have reason to believe that Catra is an artificial intelligence that Binary, who is possibly Midoriya, created!” Nedzu cackles at that. 
The sound that escapes Hizashi can’t be described completely. Something akin to shock, disbelief, and maybe even some fear. A child? Creating an AI that can write its own code? Unheard of! “But… But he was talking to it! I know he was!” Hizashi argues weakly. 
“Exactly! Which means the AI is somewhat sentient in some way or ways! If I’m correct, which I’m fairly certain I am, Catra is a masterpiece of coding! Able to rewrite itself as well as influence certain things in Binary’s life through its self-grown sentiment and, even possibly, emotions! If Midoriya is Binary, I have to know how he made it!” Something starts rattling on the other end of the line. Nedzu’s excitement over this is reaching the over the top limit. 
“Right. Um. So where do we go from here with that info?” Shouta asks somewhat meekly.
Nedzu’s tongue clicks before he breathlessly says, “I don’t know. Not yet anyway! I’m going to do a bit more digging of my own and then I’ll let you know! I just couldn’t contain my excitement over my discovery about it! A sentient AI, Shouta-kun!” 
“Uh huh,” Shouta agrees.
“Sentient. AI!” An excited squeak leaves Nedzu, “Anywho that’s all I have. Good evening you two! Ta!”
The disconnect tone resounds once again throughout the room. Shouta sets his phone down onto the coffee table with a bit of a clatter. Hizashi lets himself deflate back onto the couch again, “This has been the weirdest night in a while…”
“Yep,” Shouta agrees, elbows resting on his knees and face in his hands. 
They’re silent for a moment before Hizashi stands up suddenly to stalk towards the kitchen, “That’s it! Fuck my diet. I need to stress eat. I want Chinese, do you want some Chinese? I’m getting Chinese.”  “Yes please. As many greasy carbs as you can possibly get,” Shouta agrees before scooping Noodle back up into his arms. Hizashi sees him bring their furry son up to his face before his husband screams a bit into the fur of the ginger cat. Noodle meows in confusion while Hizashi goes to grab their takeout menu for the Chinese shop a few blocks over that delivers this late. He wants - no, needs Egg Foo Young and some Chow Mein at the very least after the insanity that has come to light from those phone calls!
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valleyrunearchives · 2 years ago
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Binary
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Fandom: Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia Pairings: Aizawa Shouta/Yamada Hizashi Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence
Chapter 32/?
“Binary code is a series of zeroes and ones strung together in a specific sequence. On paper, it’s useless. Annoying. Worthless. But put that same string of zeroes and ones into a computer, and suddenly it’s a language far more complex than the human mind can comprehend. I was the same way. The world decided I wasn’t good enough in the physical plane, so I went digital. That’s why I chose the name Binary. And you should be very,” He smirks at the underground hero on the screen, “Very afraid of the reach I have here. Aizawa Shouta.”
Or
Midoriya Izuku is tired of the world treating him like nothing. So he decides to becoming a hacker to show the world that nothing can be anything.
Featuring Midoriya Izuku as the Genius Hacker Aizawa Shouta as the problem child wrangler Yamada Hizashi as the moral support to his husband Tsukauchi Naomasa as the man who needs a long vacation PLEASE Shinsou Hitoshi as the intentionally adopted one Toga Himiko as the unintentionally adopted one Dabi as the really didn’t want to be adopted one but he guesses this is his life now and Nedzu as the Rat God of UA
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“I can’t even begin to apologize enough for this,” Shouta tells the gathered family as he stays in a formal bow. 
Midoriya watches him drowsily from the bed he occupies. He’s clearly just woken up after resting from his healing session. Shouta was glad to hear that none of the damage to his legs was permanent and would soon just be bruises remaining. Toga and Shinsou sit on either side of his bed while watching him, the girl holds her brother’s hand while the boy has his feet propped on the bed. The only other adult in the room is apparently the kids’ older brother, a man that simply goes by the name Dabi. He’s listed as all of their emergency contacts so Chiyo had called him shortly after Midoriya was brought in. He doesn’t look too pleased at all by the situation at hand.
He huffs angrily at Shouta’s words, “You’re damned right you can’t.”
“Dabi!” Shinsou and Toga shout at him in disbelief. Midoriya presses his fingertips to his forehead, looking more akin to the guardian rather than the child. 
“What?!” The other adult shouts.
“Blaming Aizawa-sensei for everything that happened with me today is like blaming the students for Endeavor burning their school down,” Midoriya hisses at his brother.
Dabi opens his mouth to argue but stutters instead before closing his mouth when he can’t come up with an answer. Toga lets out a little snicker at that. Shouta is grateful to the kids for defending him, even if it feels unnecessary.  He lets out a small sigh of disappointment in himself. He shakes his head a bit, “I appreciate that you all but the fact of the matter is if I had been there to supervise, none of this would’ve happened. Rest assured that Bakugou and All Might both will be heavily punished for this.”
Midoriya crosses his arms and taps his finger against his elbow for a moment before sighing, “Aizawa-sensei. Don’t expel Bakugou from UA or blacklist him from the other hero schools.”
“WHAT?!” All three of Midoriya’s siblings explode before trying to talk over one another. They’re all various reasons on why Shouta shouldn’t listen to Midoriya’s request. He tried to hurt you, he’s your former bully, he would deserve it, etc. Shouta can hardly keep up with them all. Midoriya keeps trying to gently intervene here and there but it’s not working. And the kid is clearly getting fed up with it.
“SHUT UP!” he screams at them. 
He gives them credit, they all listen with Midoriya’s enraged shout. The green haired kid takes a deep breath before holding out his hands placatingly, “Now… before you guys start screaming at me again, listen to what I have to say.”
He waits until all the others have nodded before giving a nod himself, “Listen, I know what he did was wrong. Massively wrong. But part of it wasn’t his fault. Nitroglycerin is already bad for humans and Bakugou has it running through his sweat glands. Part of his anger and aggression is quirk related. He should still know better than to do something like that, of course, but every single adult in his - besides his parents - that could have been a positive role model for him taught him that what he was doing was perfectly okay. Because his quirk was perfect for heroics and they wanted a slice of glory from him in the future by saying that they ‘knew him from such and such.’ At the end of the day, the only person who should get truly extreme repercussions from all this is All Might. He knowingly paired Bakugou and I despite the clear aggression he exhibited towards me. And I’m damn well certain Aizawa-sensei had a note specifically stating we were not to interact in any form during class activities. Right?”
Shouta nods in confirmation. It was true and clear that the kid had figured it out way before he could’ve explained the protective measure being in place. 
Midoriya motions to him, “See?” His arms crossed back over his chest, “Not to mention the fact that All Might continued the battle trials after this incident and we’ve had.. What? Six others that have come into Recovery Girl’s office since for injuries from their matches? I mean, Todoroki, Hagakure, and Ojiro all have hypothermia due to their match, with Todoroki’s escalating to be near frostbite thanks to his reckless plan of just freezing the entire building, Yaoyorozo’s eardrums have burst due to a blast from Jirou’s quirk, and Satou and Koda both have acid burns due to being hit by Ashido’s! The man is clearly reckless and doesn’t care about the safety of the students considering he stopped none of these incidents from happening nor suspended the stupid battle trials after injuries continued to occur!” 
Midoriya looks like he’s about to have a stroke from All Might’s stupidity. Honestly, Shouta’s right there with him. Teachers were supposed to protect the students while teaching them. All Might very obviously failed at this task. 
“Look, I’m not saying Bakugou doesn’t deserve to get any punishments from this. Suspend him, put him in Gen Ed, and put him on a strict probation for all I care! Just don’t expel him from UA. This has always been his dream school with being a hero being his dream career and if you take that away from him… you may push him into becoming a villain instead.” 
It was quiet after that statement. Shouta had to admit, the kid had a point. Someone with that much anger and aggression pent up inside them and no control point on what’s right and what’s wrong… He would make a rash and completely horrible decision if Shouta expelled him. He ran a hand down his face with a deep sigh. 
“I can’t promise that Midoriya,” He says truthfully, “Nedzu is not happy with Bakugou. And that’s the understatement of it. His parents are already here for a meeting about his behavior. I’ll see if I can talk the rat down to at least considering not expelling him. He’ll be suspended, for sure, at the very least. But maybe with your logic and mine against him, I can convince Nedzu of your movement and probation idea.”
“That’s better than I hoped to be honest, Aizawa-sensei,” The kid’s face lights up in a brilliant smile. 
He gives the patchwork family a quick bow and another small apology for everything that’s happened that day before departing to Nedzu’s office. All the Bakugou family was sitting outside and waiting. They stood up at his approach and Mrs. Bakugou even opened her mouth to speak. He holds up his hand to stop her before entering Nedzu’s office and shutting the door behind him. 
“Ah Shouta-kun, why-”
“Midoriya doesn’t want him expelled from UA,” he butts in. 
Nedzu blinks with a small smile frozen on his face, his tail going perfectly still, “Pardon?”
“You heard me. He doesn’t want Bakugou expelled.” He doesn’t mean to but he starts pacing the length of Nedzu’s office. 
“... I see. And his reasoning?” 
“Is sound and thorough, and that’s all I’m going to tell you right now. I’ll explain it all out in detail after… everything. So for now, suspend him. Two weeks. I’ll let you make the final decision but that’s after I explain everything the kid told me to you.”
Nedzu’s tail starts swinging at that. It’s a bit like a metronome or a clock. Tick tock, tick tock. Then Nedzu’s nods, “Alright. Fair enough. Let’s get the Bakugou’s in and over with, then get to the main event of… All Might.”
“You are way too excited for that meeting,” Shouta mumbles before joining Nedzu behind the desk, hands in his pockets with a neutral expression on his face. Nedzu gives a maniacal chuckle then keys the door open with his button, calling for the Bakugou’s to come in and join them. The family comes in and takes seats in the chairs in front of the principal’s desk. Both Mr. and Mrs. Bakugou looks pensive and worried while Katsuki is just staring down at his feet with a forlorn look on his face. Which is odd, in Shouta’s opinion. 
“Nedzu-san and Aizawa-san, could you please let us know what’s going on now? We tried asking Katsuki but he won’t tell us,” Mr. Bakugou begins, voice soft and gentle. 
“All he keeps saying is ‘I fucked up’ and nothing else!” Mrs. Bakugou adds, giving Shouta an insight into where Katsuki gets profanity and harsher sounding voice from.
“Your son attacked another student during a training exercise in Heroics class,” Shouta tells her straight forward. 
“What?!” Mrs. Bakugou shrieks while Mr. Bakugou turns disappointed eyes to his son, “Katsuki?!” 
“I fucked up so badly…” Katsuki mutters to both himself and them. 
“We have reasons to believe that your son also bullied this student during their younger years which may have contributed as to why he attacked them.”
“While they were separated until this class year, we believe that Bakugou-kun held onto his feelings of contempt for this student,” Nedzu added. 
“Who was it? Which student? Were they badly hurt?” Mr. Bakugou asks.
“I’m afraid I can’t disclose which student but, thankfully, they’ll be fine. Several students corroborated the attack as well as we have video and audio footage of the attack. This is a very serious thing, I hope you understand that, Bakugou-kun,” Shouta said firmly, “You could be arrested and charged for this.” 
“I know… I shouldn’t have talked to Auntie…” Katsuki replies. Shouta blinks. Auntie?
Mrs. Bakugou whips her head around at him, “What?! You’ve been speaking with Inko again?! We’ve told you, you’re not allowed to speak with her!” 
“Wait…” Mr. Bakugou mutters, eyes slowly starting to get wider, “Does… does that mean the student you… attacked was Izuku?” 
“No… No, Katsuki. Tell me it wasn’t! Please! Tell me it wasn’t Izu-kun!” 
Katsuki doesn’t reply, which is as much of an affirmation as admitting it aloud. Shouta clears his throat, “Apologies, we’re a bit lost over here.”
“Inko… is Midoriya Inko. She’s the mother of Midoriya Izuku,” Mr. Bakugou explains while adjusting his glasses.
“And my former best friend,” Mrs. Bakugou looks down at her lap, “We were going to raise Katsuki and Izu-kun together. They were going to be best friends for life, just like we were and in the beginning they were! But then… Izuku’s quirk never came in and Inko… changed. For the worst.”
“We lost track of Izuku after the court case stripped Inko and her husband of their parental rights but we forbid Katsuki from ever speaking with them ever again. We hoped that it would prove to Izuku that we were safe… I guess that was technically a lie if Katsuki had bullied him when they were younger.” 
Shouta takes in that information and heaves a big sigh to himself. Midoriya’s request is just even more kind-hearted after hearing that. Something doesn’t make sense though. “Hold on, how did you get in contact with Midoriya Inko, Bakugou?” He asks the teen.
“My question exactly, Shouta-kun!” Nedzu agrees.
“... She messaged me out of the blue several months ago. I don’t remember why she did but I kept it from you guys because I knew you would be mad since I wasn’t supposed to speak to her. I shouldn’t have, I know that. But I did anyway.”
Mr. Bakugou’s hands slip under his glasses to press his fingers against his eyes with a disappointed groan, “We’ll discuss that part at home later. So what’s Bakugou’s punishment? I imagine it’s probably severe. Expulsion?” 
Katsuki winces at that word. Shouta huffs out a breath through his nose, “For now? Suspension. Two weeks. He had a… reputable source plead for us to lighten the punishment due to several outlying factors. We’re considering it but will be having a formal meeting over it to discuss the severity of punishment Bakugou-kun will receive for this. After his two week suspension, we’ll reconvene in another meeting to discuss what that will be with him and you both.” 
Both parents nod in understanding while Katsuki’s shoulders drop just a minor amount. They both thank them for even considering that option before they take their leave. Mrs. Bakugou and Katsuki leave the office while Mr. Bakugou stands behind for a moment. He turns to them with a smile, “Izuku’s your ‘reputable source,’ isn’t he?”
Shouta neither confirms or denies that but Mr. Bakugou smiles wider anyway, “Thank him for me. And… Please tell him we think about him often. We never stopped thinking about him over all these years.” 
With that, he leaves. Nedzu makes a comment that Mr. Bakugou is much wiser than he seems. Shouta agrees with that with a small hum. The two take a moment to prepare before calling All Might into the office next. The blonde buffoon comes in with that stupid smile stuck on his face and sits in one of the chairs. Shouta has to resist the urge to slap it off. 
“I’m not certain why you’re smiling All Might-san. There is much we’ll be discussing that you need to not be happy about!” Nedzu tells him. 
“I can’t possibly see what it's about!” 
“Oh really?” Nedzu grins evilly before pulling out a large binder and slamming it down on the desk in front of him. He flips it open, “Shall I go through the amount of contract breaches and dangerous situations you accomplished just today?!”
“Uh…” The number one hero starts to sweat. Good.
Nedzu chuckles and places a finger on the page, “Endangering the students, creating an unsafe teaching environment, utilizing an unapproved teaching exercise, pairing together two students that clearly had a note stating to not do so, not intervening or stopping your ‘exercise’ when several injuries had already occurred, blatant discrimination of someone’s quirk status, among several more things. All of these breach the contract we agreed upon, All Might-san! Especially considering we agreed to take you on without your teaching license as a favor to the HPSC with the condition that you basically became a student teacher until your license was obtained!” 
Shouta hears the audible gulp that comes from the buffoon. He resists the urge to smirk. The smile becomes a bit strained as well, “Maybe we should take this incident as a sign that Midoriya-kun isn’t fit for the heroics course! I mean, without a quirk he was injured in the very first lesson!” 
Shouta blinks slowly at him, “... What?”
“I reiterate my point of blatant discrimination of Midoriya-kun’s lack of a quirk. Need I remind you that Midoriya-kun was part of the winning group of your little… lesson?” Nedzu asks harshly. 
All Might stutters but Nedzu cuts him off, “You have two options, All Might-san. You resign effective immediately. Or you are, basically, demoted to nothing more than an assistant. Kan-kun and Shouta-kun will make all the lesson plans and carry out the classes for heroics. All you will do is stand nearby and watch.” 
“But-”
“I have given you your options, All Might-san. I will not repeat them again!” Nedzu warns. 
All Might stares for a long moment before clearing his throat, “Can I have some time to think of it?” 
“Of course. Feel free to take your leave now. But please don’t return until your mind has been made up!”  
All Might’s smile has fallen a considerable amount before he stands up and walks out of the office. Well that could’ve gone much worse than Shouta was expecting. Nedzu makes a note to comment that if All Might agreed to being demoted he and Kan will have to keep a close eye on him from then on. Shouta agrees yet his mind drifts back to something that he first thought of when this whole mess started. 
The Video. 
Every teacher reported getting it. A quick video of the incident between Bakugou and Midoriya. Even Nedzu had been alerted to the situation via the video itself; The video beat made its way to him before the rat could find it out himself through his own security cameras. So who sent it to them? Was it Binary? Midoriya was the victim so that makes sense but… Midoriya was unconscious for a full forty-five minutes after it took place. If he is Binary like they speculated, then how did he send the video while unconscious?
And if he didn’t send it as Shouta is Ninety nine percent sure he didn’t, then who did?
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Binary
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Fandom: Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia Pairings: Aizawa Shouta/Yamada Hizashi Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence
Chapter 31/?
“Binary code is a series of zeroes and ones strung together in a specific sequence. On paper, it’s useless. Annoying. Worthless. But put that same string of zeroes and ones into a computer, and suddenly it’s a language far more complex than the human mind can comprehend. I was the same way. The world decided I wasn’t good enough in the physical plane, so I went digital. That’s why I chose the name Binary. And you should be very,” He smirks at the underground hero on the screen, “Very afraid of the reach I have here. Aizawa Shouta.”
Or
Midoriya Izuku is tired of the world treating him like nothing. So he decides to becoming a hacker to show the world that nothing can be anything.
Featuring Midoriya Izuku as the Genius Hacker Aizawa Shouta as the problem child wrangler Yamada Hizashi as the moral support to his husband Tsukauchi Naomasa as the man who needs a long vacation PLEASE Shinsou Hitoshi as the intentionally adopted one Toga Himiko as the unintentionally adopted one Dabi as the really didn’t want to be adopted one but he guesses this is his life now and Nedzu as the Rat God of UA
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Contrary to Hitoshi’s belief, Izuku isn’t panicking about this situation. Not at all. While it’s less than ideal, Izuku knows he has the skills to beat Bakugou. He mainly just ends up freezing whenever he sees the ash blonde. Stupid trauma response. But this time it’s different.
This time he’s at UA. With teachers who actually do their job as teachers are supposed to. Aizawa’s already giving Bakugou four days worth of detention just for his actions and behaviors against Izuku. He’s got his family, who take no bullshit from Bakugou. Like Hitoshi who calls the blonde out on his abuse the second it comes out of his mouth. He’s got friends who think that Bakugou’s treatment of him is awful. Like Uraraka, who he’s paired up with in this so-called ‘lesson’ of All Might’s. He knows she won’t let anything happen to him. And Iida’s with Bakugou. He’s sure that the blue haired boy wouldn’t let him go too far either.
… Actually. Maybe he can play on that.
He pulls out his phone as stealthily as possible while All Might decides the order of the groups and starts plotting. If he plans this just right, they can win without a doubt. He’s got some semblance of his plan put together by the time it’s his and Uraraka’s turn to wait for Bakugou and Iida to set up. He follows her quietly to the entrance to wait. He waits a moment before reaching up to take out the earpiece All Might had provided them. He whispers, “I have a plan but it’s a stupid one.”
“Stupider than scaling a robot the size of a building?” she asks back. She even reaches up and removes her earpiece as well. Izuku’s whole being warms with that level of trust.
“Considering my plan is to capitalize on Bakugou coming after me and attempting to beat the shit out of me? Yes.”
Her eyes go wide at that, “Oh…”
He nods and glances around to make sure they’re truly alone before he relays his plan, “Can you keep another secret?”
“Yes of course!” She replies without hesitation. 
He smiles and moves to stand next to her, phone out with the screen horizontal. “Okay, this is a 3D rendition of the building All Might picked for this lesson,” He pulls it up on the screen and zooms into it a bit.
“Whoa… Where’d you get this?” She asks.
“Hacked into Principal Nedzu’s network to get the 3D blueprint from the database,” He responds casually before tapping around on the screen, “Now based on Bakugou being Bakugou and Iida being Iida; Bakugou will be patrolling for me around the front and back entrances of the building.” The screen zooms in on the entrance way and the hallways lining the area to the back entrance. “Meanwhile, Iida will be focused on the task at hand and plant the bomb. Based on interactions with him and just some knowledge of his mindset, he’ll more than likely put it in one of these locations.” The 3D render zips up to the far upper floors of the building, several rooms highlighted in red. “This is because he knows you and I well enough to know that’s the best place to put it; You with your nausea from your quirk and me with my lack of one. No hate though, he’s just using my lack of a quirk to his advantage.”
“Okay, yeah, makes sense. So what’s the plan, exactly?” 
Izuku goes back to the full outside view of the building, “Taking in your nausea factor, about how far up the building do you think you could float? Just point to a window you think you could reasonably get to without overtaxing yourself.”
“Um…” She stares at it for a long moment before pointing to a window on the third floor, “Probably this one.” 
“That’s perfect. It puts a whole floor in between you and Bakugou. It’s probably going to get a bit… explosive once he sees me. But I’ll be counting on that.”
“I’m a bit worried for your safety now, not going to lie…” 
That’s really sweet of her. He smiles at her gently, “Don’t worry. Bakugou has only ever known the me who has never fought back for fear of a worse punishment from teachers. Not to mention when I was so far in my self depreciation that it didn’t even occur to me that I could in the first place. He’s never attacked me before when I have the ability to fight back. I can handle him. I promise, Uraraka-chan!” 
She looks a bit apprehensive at first but then nods with a determined look on her face. He quickly runs her through his own plan for Bakugou after they split off. She still looks a bit apprehensive but adds that she trusts him to know what he’s doing. The place their headset pieces back into their ears just as the buzzer to start sounds. They exchange a nod and race towards the building. Izuku waits and watches as she floats herself up to the agreed upon window. She takes a couple of deep breaths when she releases herself onto the ledge to quell the rising nausea. She then looks down at him and nods. Izuku gives her a thumbs up before heading towards the entrance he was going to use to enter the building. 
“I do hope you know I don’t like this plan of yours,” CATRA’s voice comes through on the comm. 
“I’m not surprised you do. But it’ll work. I promise!” He tells her, glad that she was able to establish a link to him through the school’s mandated communicators. 
It’s quiet for a moment before a low rolling purr sound comes through but it sounds more like a sigh. He really needs to program her more vocal tones so she can have a bit more range of emotional communication. He and the others can tell the difference but if he ever shows her off to everyone else, they’ll be in the dark. He quietly opens the door and slips through it into the entryway of the building. “I do hope you know that I will be contacting your teacher should this go any kind of way negatively,” she tells him firmly.
“I’d be insulted if you didn’t,” he whispers back before silently making his way to the edge of the hall. He ducks behind the wall and peaks around it. So far no sign of Bakugou. He needs to lure him away from the stairs though. He ducks back behind the edge and pulls out his phone again. Surely this building has a vent system since it’s a built-to-scale type of thing. He finds it in the blueprint he acquired. He puts his phone away and moves to the nearby vent shaft entrance. He pulls out a small screwdriver he keeps in one of the many pockets on his person. Carefully, he unscrews the vent before tucking the screwdriver away again. 
He pulls the vent cover away and sets it down quietly on the ground in front of it. He waits another moment to just listen. Still no sound of Bakugou but he must be running about somewhere on this floor looking for him. He smirks. A wild goose chase sounds fun in his humble opinion! He picks up a random object nearby (a book maybe?) and throws it into the opposite wall. It hits with a loud thunk. 
“THERE YOU ARE, YOU FUCKING DEKU!” Bakugou roars from somewhere down the hall.
Bingo. He slips into the vent and climbs quickly and quietly through them. He hears Bakugou curse as he comes into the area he was in and doesn’t find him. He snickers to himself quietly at it. He continues through the vents before pausing at one point to kick the side of it hard enough to echo. Bakugou curses again from somewhere on the floor and Izuku makes his ‘escape’ again. This time the roar that comes from Bakugou sounds furious. He’s clearly not as amused with this cat and mouse game as Izuku is; Especially since his mouse is getting away.
What Bakugou doesn’t know is that, this time, Izuku is the cat in their game.
He leads the ashy blonde around a few more times with some more well placed kicks here and there. He moves into one of the vent shafts that’s in the ceiling of the hallway and gives one more kick to the vent wall. He waits on top of the vent cover, staring down into the hallway. 
“Where the fuck are you?!” Bakugou screams as he comes barrelling into the hallway, “Come out and face me you damn coward!” 
Well… he asked for it! He slams his way out of the vent; Falling out of it right on top of Bakugou. The blonde grunts as the weight of another teenager hits him and knocks him to the floor, face down. Izuku takes the moment of him being dazed to grab one of his arms and pull it back into a position that’s slightly on the painful side. He learned this move from Dabi who picked it up during his time on the streets. He’s reaching for the other arm when Bakugou finally reorients himself and starts struggling as best as he can. 
“You fucking cheat!” He cries as he thrashes around as much as he can with the other boy’s weight on him, “I don’t know what kind of fucking game you’re playing but it needs to stop!” 
“If we’ve told you once, we’ve told you a thousand times. I didn’t cheat. The only thing that’s different this time is the rules. For once, the rules say I’m allowed to fight back!” Izuku practically growls at him. He manages to wrestle his other arm back, being sure to avoid the small pops and sparks of explosions yet to be set off. Izuku knows he only hasn’t set them off completely because the pain from his arm is distracting him. He’s not thinking straight from it, which works well in Izuku’s favor. He gets the capture tape around both his wrists and sighs with a bit of a smirk, “You’ve been detained, villain.” 
Ruby red eyes widen from where they’re marginally looking over his shoulder before Bakugou starts shouting and thrashing again. Izuku’s tuning out all of it and just waiting for the call that Uraraka touched the bomb. It came through a moment or two later, with All Might announcing that the hero team had won. Izuku cheers quietly to himself over the win, not noticing that Bakugou had gone oddly still underneath him. Without a word or askance to do so, Izuku slips a small knife out to cut the bindings on Bakugou. Just because they’re not friends doesn’t mean that they’re not classmates and this wasn’t just an exercise. Hitoshi probably would’ve left him bound to embarrass him but Izuku’s not like that. 
He easily cuts the binds and puts the knife away without a word. He’s planning on just standing up to head back to the observation room once Iida and Uraraka join them but Bakugou apparently has another idea. The blonde screams again, this time it sounds like anger mixed with anguish, and knocks Izuku off of him. Izuku grunts in discomfort as his shoulder lands awkwardly but quickly rolls to his feet. 
Bakugou stands in front of him with near crazed eyes, arm held out in front of him in a way that’s oddly familiar, “I’m not letting you get away with this!” 
“Get away with what?” He asks, eyeing the grenade bracers warily and knowing what they’re capable of, “Winning against you? For once in my fourteen years of life?! Are you really that pathetic?!” 
“You don’t fucking get it!”  
“Of course I don’t get it!” he argues back, his own anger now spiking up, “You did nothing but make my life miserable from the age of four until ten when I was finally, finally, able to get out of that school! All because I didn’t have a quirk! But now that I finally get a chance to play fair in this sick and twisted little fucking game you made up, you’re pissed because you lost?! Get real! Aizawa was right when he told us that life isn’t fair! I realized that a long time ago but you had too many people kissing your feet and ass for you to realize the same thing! Get it in your head and realize that your quirk doesn’t automatically make you the best person around! In reality, your personality and treatment of people that you think are ‘less’ than you makes you one of the worst!”
The fury that was boiling in Bakugou’s eyes turns into a blaze at that line. Perhaps Izuku went too far… Bakugou grabs the pin on his bracer and starts to pull it. Izuku’s eyes widened. Surely he wouldn’t? He hasn’t even tested them yet. Surely he won’t try to use them?!
“Bakugou-kun! Stop!” All Might cries out over the loudspeaker. 
Bakugou doesn’t stop though. At the last possible second, Izuku moves; grabbing Bakugou’s wrists just as the pin is pulled out and pushing them up towards the ceiling. The explosion that goes off is massive. Or at least it feels that way. Sparks catch on both his hands and face from it. They sting but it’s nothing worse than what he was used to before from Bakugou. The smoke feels worse, filling his lungs from the closeness of it. Even Bakugou coughs a bit from it. 
They both take a second to breathe a bit before Izuku glares up at him, telling him harshly, “That was so stupid of you.” 
Bakugou makes a ‘tch’ sound with a grimace on his face. The sound of something cracking catches both their attention; Their heads whipping up to stare at the ceiling where the cracks from the explosion were now quickly spreading. Oh shit. It’s breaking fast! Only one of them will probably get fully out of the collapse zone. Izuku glances between Bakugou and the ceiling and makes a choice.
He moves his hands from Bakugou’s wrists to his shoulders and gives a harsh shove, much stronger than Bakugou was probably expecting. The blonde goes tumbling to the ground a few feet away just as the ceiling caves in. Izuku leaps a bit to try and get a majority out of the collapse zone but doesn’t fully make it; Being slammed to the ground as the rubble catches his waist and legs. 
“Deku!” His head swims as he vaguely hears Bakugou call out that insulting nickname. “Hitoshi’s going to kill me,” Is his last thought before the world goes black.
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Binary
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Fandom: Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia Pairings: Aizawa Shouta/Yamada Hizashi Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence
Chapter 30/?
“Binary code is a series of zeroes and ones strung together in a specific sequence. On paper, it’s useless. Annoying. Worthless. But put that same string of zeroes and ones into a computer, and suddenly it’s a language far more complex than the human mind can comprehend. I was the same way. The world decided I wasn’t good enough in the physical plane, so I went digital. That’s why I chose the name Binary. And you should be very,” He smirks at the underground hero on the screen, “Very afraid of the reach I have here. Aizawa Shouta.”
Or
Midoriya Izuku is tired of the world treating him like nothing. So he decides to becoming a hacker to show the world that nothing can be anything.
Featuring Midoriya Izuku as the Genius Hacker Aizawa Shouta as the problem child wrangler Yamada Hizashi as the moral support to his husband Tsukauchi Naomasa as the man who needs a long vacation PLEASE Shinsou Hitoshi as the intentionally adopted one Toga Himiko as the unintentionally adopted one Dabi as the really didn’t want to be adopted one but he guesses this is his life now and Nedzu as the Rat God of UA
Previous | First | Next
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Class 1A was aflutter with various chatter and chit chatting while waiting for their first Heroics lesson. Izuku was excited too but kept mostly to himself about it, preferring to use the spare time to fill out another page in his notebook; An update page on Ectoplasm now that he’s actually had real interactions with the man and seen his quirk on a far more up close and personal level. Hitoshi was quiet as well from what he could hear but Hitoshi wasn’t very sociable in the first place during moments like these so it’s not overly odd at all to not hear his voice. He’s just putting some final touches on the new drawing he made when the door bursts open.
He jumps as a booming voice calls out, “I AM HERE! Coming through the door like a normal person!”
All the students coo and simper at the sight of the number one here coming through the door (like a normal person, as proclaimed). All except Izuku who has a disgusted grimace on his face. And Hitoshi too, who has about the same look on his face when Izuku glances back at him. Their thoughts about the blonde buffoon still stand, he’s still ew… 
He wishes he could tune him out but, unfortunately, he’s their heroics teacher so he has to pay attention in order to figure out what they’re doing. Doesn’t mean he has to like it though…
“Welcome to Heroics! First things first, future heroes!” Izuku notices that All Might’s eyes trail to him. He keeps his face absolutely blank and just blinks at him. All Might’s eyes quickly shift away from him at that which Izuku counts as a win, “Your hero costumes!” 
Various panels in the wall open to reveal steel cases inside of them, each with a name on them. Izuku stares at it in wonder. He knows what’s in them and he’s beyond excited. 
“Inside each of these cases are your hero costumes! Find your case and get changed into it, then meet me in Ground Beta for an exciting first class!” 
With that, All Might leaves the room. Izuku guesses to head to Ground Beta. At least they’re not on a time crunch this time like with Aizawa’s apprehension test thing. Izuku gets up and finds his case. He picks it up and waits for Hitoshi to join him with his own case before they head out to the locker room together to change. A few of the other guys are already there when they arrive. They change fairly quietly, only exchanging a few sentences here and there. 
“Whoa dude!” Kirishima crows as Izuku finishes changing and turns to face him, “I love your hero costume man! It’s amazing!”
“Yeah, the green and black design is so… like… futuristic cyberpunk! It’s awesome!” Kaminari agrees.
He glances down at his outfit. The top part is sleek and streamline. Black but covered in various green glyph designs. The glyphs also glow in the dark to provide a bit of light for him as well as be an intimidating figure (hopefully) to whoever he runs into. There’s built in wired headphones to them that connect automatically to his phone, and therefore CATRA as well. She’s a valuable part of his hero persona that none but him and his family know about. He also has black pants similar to cargo pants on. They're covered in pockets full of various equipment such as knives, gas canisters, and even a small first aid kit. He went with a steel toed boot option for the shoes but they are cushioned to be able to let him walk, run, and just generally be on his feet longer than the shoes he normally has to get. He hates those stupid “quirkless” shoes… Thank God for the support department!
He looks back up at them and smiles, “Thanks! I really like the pants of my costume! They have lots of pockets!” 
“Pockets rule, for sure,” A student he hasn’t yet spoken to often, Shoji, nods in agreement. He gets it!
“What about your costume, Shinsou-kun?” Iida asks with a chopping arm motion.
He looks over at Hitoshi, who also glances down at his own costume. It’s a sleek bodysuit in black with purple accents designed to allow for Hitoshi to have a wide range of movements since his litheness is a good quality for him in combat. He’s also wearing combat boots and gloves, both in a dark violet color. It’s a fairly simple design but the pièce de résistance of his costume is the persona chords hanging around his neck; An idea Izuku had a while back when talking about their hero costumes. He also has something of a utility belt around his waist for things like cuffs and a first aid kit as well. Just in case.
“Meh,” Hitoshi shrugs in nonchalance. 
Izuku rolls his eyes and holds up a hand to shield his mouth, “Hitoshi’s favorite hero is Eraserhead so he wanted his costume to incorporate a lot of his designs in it.” 
Hitoshi hisses his name as if Izuku just promised his first born to a witch while Izuku snickers. Iida nods in understanding while some of the other students look at him in confusion. 
“Who’s Eraserhead? I’ve never heard of him,” Kaminari asks.
Hitoshi physically chokes at that as Izuku blinks at him in shock. “Eraserhead?” Izuku asks slowly, “You know… Underground hero? Known for his quirk, Erasure? Very similar to someone we know!”
Most of the students make noises of understanding but Kaminari shakes his head as Izuku balks in shock at him before spitting out, “Our homeroom teacher?!” 
It’s quiet for a moment before, “HE’S A HERO?!” Kaminari shouts in shock now.
Izuku facepalms while Hitoshi quietly mutters, “I am literally so upset right now…”
Kirishima chuckles awkwardly before pointing, “Let’s get out of here before Kaminari says something else that may or may not upset you…”
“Hey!” Kaminari whines at that. Everyone just chuckles good naturedly and heads out of the locker room. They all get to Ground Beta and wait for the rest of the class to join them. Some of the girls' costumes look really good in Izuku’s opinion, like Asui’s and Jirou’s. Very well done for their quirks and general aesthetics. Others… not so much. Yaoyorozu looks very uncomfortable with her costume and Uraraka keeps stumbling from the heels in her shoes. The visible parts of Hagakure’s costume are just her gloves and boots. Wait… does she even have a costume?! That may be something to ask her later and, if it is the case that her costume is just gloves and boots and literally nothing else, bring it up to Aizawa-sensei.
“Excellent! Now that everyone’s here, we can commence with our first lesson which is…” All Might pauses for dramatic effect before throwing out his arm, “Battle trials!” 
Izuku reels back a bit at that. Hitoshi clicks his tongue in a certain way that he knows is him trying to get his attention so he turns his head towards him. His brother makes a face that seems to say, ‘what is this shit?’ Izuku shrugs. He has no idea. This isn’t the norm as far as he’s researched from past heroic students on their first day of Heroics.
All Might’s smile falls just a hint of a bit before he turns to Izuku nervously. “Erm… Young Midoriya… Perhaps you’d want to sit out of this lesson? And Young Shinsou as well? This will be a far too extreme lesson for… someone like you.”
“Like me huh? Quirkless you mean?” His voice is cold, “No thanks. I’d rather participate in the clase I’m a part of.”
“Young Midoriya, I must insist! If you were to get injured-”
“Read my face and lips,” he uses his finger to circle his very blank and stony expression before slowly enunciating, “No. And if you continue to… ‘insist’ as you call it, I will march myself straight to Nedzu’s office to let him know.”
All Might flinches at that before clearing his throat and turning to Hitoshi. His brother just shakes his head with the same expression on his face. The number one hero sighs in what appears to be defeat before putting his ‘award winning smile’ back on. “Alright then, students! Allow me to explain the battle trials! We’ll be having you go up against each other in teams of two. One group will be the villains and one will be the heroes! The villains will place down a paper mache bomb in any location of their choice in the building with the goal of defending it until the timer runs out! The heroes will be attempting to stop you! The villains win if either they capture both the heroes in their capture tape or by stalling the heroes until time runs out. Likewise, the heroes win if they capture the villains with capture tape or if they can locate and successfully touch the bomb. After each match, we’ll take a few moments to discuss each team's pros and cons to their approach, regardless of who won or lost!” 
Seems simple enough, and oddly intuitive for All Might to be honest.
“Now let's get the teams decided by the randomizer!” With that, All Might hits a button on the computer behind him. Within seconds their teams are decided and so are the opponents. Izuku pales at the sight of them while he sees Bakugou smirking almost evilly out of the corner of his eye. Hitoshi also sees the matchup and reaches out to grip his arm almost nervously.
Midoriya Izuku and Uraraka Ochako (Team A) VS Bakugou Katsuki and Iida Tenya (Team D). “I suddenly have a very bad feeling about this…” He mumbles to Hitoshi.
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