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“Midoriya! Hey Midoriya! Over here!” Uraraka yelled, startling all the students around her.
I ducked my head, blushing in embarrassment and made a beeline for the table.
“Did you have to yell like that?” Todoroki said in a monotone voice, but I could see a hint of a grin on his face. That traitor.
Tsuyu waved over to me while continuing to write on a notepad. We all had lots of catching up to do since we recently transferred.
I was about to sit down, when I jumped in panic.
“What? What’s wrong?” Uraraka said worried.
“I was supposed to have lunch with All Might today!” I facepalmed.
All Might had resigned from UA as fast as he could. His status as the Number One hero had shielded him from most of the backlash. Just about every school in Japan was now looking to hire him. That seemed to include the staff at Shiketsu, who pretty much swooned at the sight of his resume. It was nice having him by my side to support me.
“Is that it? Why don’t you just text him and tell him you’re gonna be late?” Todoroki asked.
I slouched onto the table, face planting into it. “Because that means he’s probably gone and asked my dad if I’m available.” My words were muffled by the table.
There was silence at the table. It’s been only a month since we had transferred, but the whole school knew never to leave All Might and my father alone together.
“I should probably go and stop them for causing actual carnage.” I groaned and stood up.
“Good luck!” Uraraka waved to me.
“You’re gonna need it.” Todoroki said darkly.
I paced down the corridors, speed walking in an attempt to reach the Principles’ office faster. The sound of a large ‘BANG!’ caused me to practically run instead.
I slammed open the door, eyes widening at the scene before me.
“DAD! ALL MIGHT!” I cried out loudly.
They both froze in their tracks, All Might wielding a chair high above his head, whilst my father held up a desk as a shield. The situation would’ve been comically in any other circumstance.
“Oh hello, my boy.”
“Hello Izuku.”
They both spoke at the same time, staring at each other once they realised.
I cleared my throat, glaring at their feeble attempts to change the subject.
“Soooo, we’re gonna act like you guys weren’t going to murder each other just now?”
All Might rubbed his neck sheepishly, while my dad schooled his embarrassed expression into a blank one.
“Now Izuku, you understand that this school only expects the best, sometimes those who fail to meet this expectation need a little push in th-“
“Yeah, I’m gonna stop you right there.” I interrupted him. He looked at me displeased, though I wasn’t sure if it was because I interrupted him, or because I defended All Might.
“I’ve heard this speech a hundred times, and no, you aren’t firing him.”
He huffed in disappointment, while the man in question grinned smugly.
I whirled around to him, “And you!” I pointed out.
“You need to stop antagonising him! You know how short his temper is, you’ve already taken out your anger on him weeks ago. It’s time to let go of that anger.” I finished softly.
He sighed and rubbed his eyes. “You’re right my boy. Perhaps it is time for me to move on.”
He looked up to meet my eyes. “Which is why I’m sorry in advance.”
And then he whipped around and punched Hisashi, square in the face.
I stood their in muted shock as he grunted and pinched onto his (now) broken nose.
“Okay I think that’s all of it.” All Might states almost cheerfully.
“...all of what?” I said, still half in shock.
“All of my anger of course! You were right, it did feel good to let go.”
“Mmm.. can’t say I didn’t deserve that.” Hisashi said in a nasally tone, he looked down to glower at All Might.
“You should be lucky Izu’s so fond of you. It just spared your life.”
“You know I’ve still got a perfectly functioning fist right?”
“Funny, so did Shimura.”
“Umm... “ I looked back and forth between them, unsure of how to diffuse this. They continued to bicker for ages, until I decided to step I once more.
“Hey! All Might, didn’t you say there was a new ice cream parlour nearby? Why don’t we go there right now?”
He froze and turned to look at me quizzically. “Right now?”
“Yep right now! We’re supposed to be having lunch remember?” I nodded animatedly.
He glanced to Hisashi.
I looked at dad who was watching us intensely, “Pleeeeease dad?”
He looked stern for a few moments before finally relenting under my puppy dog eyes.
“Fine. Just don’t tell Inko I let you have ice cream for lunch.” He grimaced.
I pulled All Might out of the room.
“Thanks dad!” I waved to him as I left.
“Just make sure to brush your teeth after! I don’t want you get any cavities! Also don’t talk to any stranger-“ I cut him off with a slam of the door.
I pumped my fist in the air. Crisis averted!
My little victory was interrupted by the startling warmth of an arm over my shoulder. All Might hovered over me, giving me a bashful smile.
“I got a little carried away back there, didn’t I?”
I just nodded slightly in response.
“I’m sorry if I put you in an awkward spot again, it really wasn’t my intention.”
He brushed a hand through my hair, the situation felt very familiar to me.
“My boy, I’d never want to hurt you. So, I promise to be more mindful of your feelings next time.”
With his fingers carding through my scalp, I let an odd sense of calm wash over me.
“Thanks All Might.”
“Anytime my boy.”
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Meanwhile...
Midnight’s POV
I sipped a steaming hot cup of coffee as multiple civilians passed by. It was liquid heaven, I enjoyed the brief respite from all the shi- stuff that went down. To disguise myself from the general population I wore a meticulously curled wig, dyed a platinum blonde with a large pair of red glasses and an oversized coat.
I should’ve fled when I had the chance, UA was trouble. That little green haired, big mouthed brat was a trouble magnet. And yet I stuck around and invited that trouble. I took another sip to calm my stewing thoughts.
The commission was still on a hunt for me and a couple other staff members from UA. Aizawa was already detained, god if only he left while he still could. I felt terrible about what happened to him, but I was powerless to do anything about it.
I chewed my lip nervously as I thought about the fate of Hizashi. Hopefully he makes it out okay.
Suddenly, I felt it. It was like I was being watched. My eyes darted around through the red frames, searching for my stalker. I discretely stood up and blended into an oncoming crowd and vanished from sight. Hopefully, it would drive away any onlookers. I scoffed under my breath, it was probably some lowlife commission goon.
Ducking into an alleyway, I pulled out a communicator. Moving out of Japan would probably be the best course of action. I scrolled through a list of possible people to call, when an icy tendril of fear crawled up my spine.
I could feel a deep breathe exhale onto the back of my neck.
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Aizawa’s POV
I closed my eyes, rubbing my palms into the sockets so deep, I could see stars.
I had really fucked it up this time. I knew I should’ve stuck around after that shit-show of an interrogation, yet I let my cowardice prevent me from making amends. Now I was paying the price for it.
The cell they put me in was barren and cold, with artificial lights that shined an obnoxious yellow. I sighed for the umpteenth time as a guard passed by. I’ve been waiting in the holding cell for hours now, apparently no one knows how to file paperwork here.
My mind flashed to the terrified face of Midoriya, how he slowly crumbled in that interrogation room.
How I stood by and said nothing. Guilt churned in my stomach, along with a hot flash of anger. A small part of me blamed Midoriya for all of this. If only he hadn’t blown it so out of proportion. So what if we’d interrogated him for a few hours? It didn’t even get physical, yet he acted like we tortured him or something.
I stewed in my thoughts for a few minutes, so distracted I didn’t notice the near silent, hissing noise.
The lights above me began to flicker incessantly, while the lights down the hall blew out completely. Adrenaline coursed through my veins, making me stand up, ramrod straight, in the cell. My eyes darted from side to side, trying to make sense of what was going on, despite the suffocating darkness surrounding me.
My heaving breathes were the only noise in the dark. I smelt something off... like something was burning? My next breathe was strangled out of me, smoke clogged the room invading my lungs.
It burned, oh god, it burned. It stung my eyes causing them to water, tears flowing down freely. If I struggled to see before, I was practically blind now. The lack of oxygen was making me dizzy, I could hardly stand up anymore. I collapsed to the floor like a rag doll, limbs heavy and weak.
I moaned in pain, my eyes slipping closed. The last thing I saw was a familiar flame, burning bright blue.
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Present Mic’s POV
I heaved a pile of boxes onto a bench.
How did it all go so wrong? Well the answer was simple. It was when my dumbass thought a kid’s notebook was enough to label him a traitor. Why didn’t I speak up? Wasn’t I supposed to be the outspoken one? What the hell was I thinking?
Now the consequences were slapping me in the face with a heavy dose of karma. I lost my appartement. I’m in danger of losing my job, my beloved studio and god knows what else is in store.
And poor Shota, he’s really lost everything. It must’ve crushed him to lose Little Eri like that.
I hummed listlessly as I cleared out my closet. I had no idea where I was going to go after this. All this trouble because of one mistake.
A ringing noise pulled me out of my restless thoughts.
I took out my phone to see a call from Nemuri, but before I could pick up she ended the call. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. That was odd. I couldn’t think too much on it because, coincidentally, a knock was at the door.
“Coming!” I called out into the hallway.
I put the boxes down and rushed to open the door.
“Sorry ‘bout that, I was just finis-“ I stopped cold in my tracks, the sentence dying in my throat.
Four calloused fingers reached out and grabbed me by the throat.
I looked down to see the gleaming, cardinal eyes of Shigaraki Tomura.
“Sorry were you saying something?” He grinned at me mockingly.
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