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Midoriya wasn't sure when it had started; the fusion thing, anyway. Before the whole dorm system was even introduced he had only heard from his mother that it was simply something people who love each other do. Up until now, the closest he had ever gotten to in front of a fusion was when he and his mother went to a relative's wedding, and the bride and groom twirled around on the dance floor before becoming one in a flash of light. A lot of (probably drunk) adults wolf-whistled and cheered at that moment. Maybe he had been closer to other fusions, but he wouldn't have noticed unless he was told otherwise. They honestly look no different than regular people. No different than people in a world where someone could literally look like anything, at least.
Right now, Midoriya was sprawled on one of the couches in the common room, right after a satisfying training session outside. He had half the mind to wash off all the sweat, brush his teeth, and change in to some loose and comfortable clothing, but he supposed that could wait until he could muster up enough brainpower to open his eyes. His brain barely processed Ashido's excited yelling and Sero's nervous laughter off in the distance, Uraraka and Asui's very deep and serious conversation about the latest anime they had recently watched somewhere to his right, and Iida's delicious cooking in the kitchen.
At the thought of food, Midoriya slowly creaked one eye open and stayed like that until his blurry vision could focus on something -or someone- in front of him. He was still in a weird daze so he didn't immediately recognize who it was at first, but when his brain finally finished rebooting, Midoriya snapped open both eyes wide to stare at the person hunched over the coffee table with a red pen on one hand and an essay on the other. They had their back turned to him, so Midoriya could only see the long blonde hair that cascaded down the person's back that turned black at the roots. They seemed to be mumbling something to themselves too, and Midoriya took a bit of time to finally fit the pieces together.
It must be Aizawa-sensei and Mic-sensei's fusion, Midoriya thought to himself. He sat himself up straighter and planted his feet on to the floor and stretched. Briefly, Midoriya saw the fusion turned their attention to him, piecrcing dark green eyes scanned the boy fleetingly before giving a short, curt nod and turned back to grading. Midoriya had gotten used to this; hell, the whole of class 1A had gotten used to this. Often enough, even before the dorm system was introduced, many students would come around school and notice a distinct lack of Eraserhead and Present Mic, and find someone they didn't see often walking around the campus, whom they had all simply accepted as their fusion. And that was it, no one really questioned it. The first person to have actually said something about it in 1A was Ashido, who had suddenly shrieked from her seat when Aizawa-sensei and Mic-sensei were switching classess that they should leave bed-time activities in their bedroom and not in public.
The whole class had bursted in to chaos after that. Aizawa-sensei shot her a soul-piercing glare while Mic-sensei hollered in a fit of laughter, gasping desperately for some much needed oxygen.
Midoriya wasn't sure when it had started. His whole curiosity about fusion, that is. Suddenly, he seemed to have gained an interest, even moreso than his hobby of recording down every detail about every pro hero ever. He started asking questions to himself. Questions like: Is dancing really the best way to fuse? Is it okay if you have multiple partners at a time, especially if you're married? What if you want to live as a permanent fusion? Must it only be with someone you love? These are all questions that Midoriya would love more than anything else to ask, but he'd always stopped himself short. Once, he had actually mustered up the courage to ask All Might if he had ever fused with someone before, and his long-awaited answer was a strained booming laugh followed by a nervous chuckle and something along the lines of 'I will tell you when you're older, my boy!'. The forced pat on the back really only served to make Midoriya more confused than ever.
Maybe he had chose the wrong person to ask, as much as he'd hate ever saying the words 'All Might' and 'wrong' in the same sentence in many contexts. Maybe he should have picked someone with experience, or someone he was sure had experience. His mother was out of the question, Midoriya could not even remember what his father looked like, if he had ever seen him at all - plus, it'd be more awkward than he'd like to admit. Maybe the right person(s) was sitting right in front of him right now. They were what sparked the boy's interest in the first place, so why not seek answers from the source?
'Aizawa-sensei?' Midoriya started before he had even planned the conversation in his head. He immediately stiffened and mentally kicked himself when he realized what he had gotten himself in to. Oh no, he wanted to at least gather up some courage first!
The fusion gave a monotonous hum in acknowledgement, not even looking up from the essay they were grading. Everyone in class 1A already knew full well that Aizawa-sensei and Mic-sensei didn't give a darn about what they were called when they were fused and gave the students creative liberty to call them whoever and whatever. Or, at least, Mic-sensei did.
'I was wondering, uhhh-' Midoriya trailed off as he desperately tried to find the right words to say. It seemed out of character, for the usually mumbling-to-self boy to stutter somewhat, but Midoriya really wanted to phrase his words carefully; it was pretty sudden after all, and asking about fusion out of the blue might cause some confusion. The fusion glanced over their shoulders to look at the green-haired boy with a raised eyebrow. And at times like these, Midoriya wondered how can fusions look so much like their components yet so different.
'I- uhhh, was wondering...' Midoriya trailed off again, instinctively, he played with his fingers together to avoid having them just awkwardly lay on his sides. 'how does it feel?' He finished lamely.
'How does what feel?' Midoriya heard the fusion ask emotionlessly. Right now, he was pretty sure they looked more like Aizawa-sensei, with the blonde black-rooted hair curling slightly at the tips and long bangs covering a whole side of their face. The black long-sleeved pajamas, hunched posture, blunt response, and bored expression really sold it to him. But then again, like a picture with a double meaning, Midoriya can also see the kind-of-there curiosity in their dark green eyes and the irregular tapping of a finger against the coffee table - a habit of Mic-sensei's.
'You feel- I mean, like, how does it feel... to be... you?' Midoriya supplied helpfully. At least he didn't stutter much, that was a relief.
The fusion blinked dumbly for a few moments, something that seemed more like Mic-sensei's doing. They turned around so that they were now fully facing Midoriya, who shifted nervously and clasped his hands together after accidentally scratching hard enough to tear some skin, and they jabbed lightly at the boy's chest.
Now it was Midoriya's turn to blink dumbly.
'Wh- what?'
'Like you.' The fusion said simply.
'I don't... understand,' Midoriya replied.
'How do you feel?' They asked, looking at him straight in the eye. Aizawa-sensei's intimidating glare that never seemed on purpose forcing him to look at literally anything else.
'But... I feel normal.' Midoriya said without thinking about it.
'Exactly.' The fusion said. They gave Midoriya a thumbs up (Surely from Mic-sensei) and turned back around to gather their things before standing up. 'Dinner's about to start. Tenya's making curry, I presume.' And they headed off in to Aizawa-sensei's room.
Indeed, the moment their words had processed in Midoriya's mind, he was suddenly aware of how loud the common room had gotten. Almost everyone was down and even Todoroki and Tokoyami had dragged themselves out of their rooms to get in line of Iida's delicious cooking.
Deciding to get ready himself, Midoriya sprang out of the couch and darted over to his room to get a change of clothing before heading back down to the dining area to help set up. He had balled up his old and sweaty training clothes in exchange for some baggy, more comfortable clothes; an oversized t-shirt All Might had given him as a random gift that had the words 'My boy!' printed on the front in bold letters, and a pair of cargo shorts. He took some time to wipe some of the sweat off of his face with a towel before adding that to the pile on his bed that he should probably bring to the laundry room sometime soon. Probably later.
When Midoriya had finally descended down to the common room again, Iida was already handing out plates and utensils out to Uraraka and Tsuyu, who laid them out on the dining tables. The Bakusquad was sprawled out on the couch, watching a weird movie that Bakugo seemed tired of, but refusing to move since Kirishima was resting his head on the blonde's shoulder, a soft smile on his face as he stared blankly at the screen. Yaoyorozu, Jirou, and Hagakure had apparently just stepped out of the shower as they were brushing each other's damp hair off at another sofa. Midoriya couldn't help but smile at how domesticated it all felt. The dorm system had only been in place for about a week or two, but most - if not all - twenty students were already well adjusted with the new lifestyle.
Midoriya's stomach grumbled when he caught a whiff of spices and fresh orange juice while walking over to the dining tables. The scent of Iida's cooking wafted through the air around to the others as he settled on to one of the seats. Most of the girls, Ashido not included, were already seated in their own group at another table; Sato, Kouda, Tokoyami, Shouji, and Aoyama were also seated together nearer to the kitchen. Midoriya took the time to rest his head on his own empty table as he waited for the other ten-or-so students to settle down. He couldn't help but to think about what his teacher(s) had said earlier, though.
What had they meant by 'normal'?
Maybe they had meant that it felt natural for them, being fused. Certainly, their fusion was surprisingly stable even though Aizawa-sensei and Mic-sensei seemed to be complete opposites; but perhaps that was a good thing. Opposites attract, right? Midoriya would have to remember to ask that question sometime later. Or maybe they had just meant that the experience itself was normal. Midoriya could only speculate on how a fusion's mind works; it could possibly be an amalgamation of the two minds simultaneously having a constant input of thoughts and emotions - which would kind of be fitting, since Yamada would be perfectly suited for emotional thinking and Aizawa could balance that out with his carefully thought out logic. What about the physical part? Is the feeling comparable to a constant hug? Or something much, much more intimate?
Those were questions Midoriya would really like to have answers to.
Slowly, one by one, Shinsou, Todoroki, Iida, and Ojiro took their seats in his table, and before long the Bakusquad had taken their usual spot, the table nearest to a large window. Midoriya peeked up from where he had rested his head - on his crossed arms - when Iida stood up in one swift motion beside him and clapped his hands together loudly over the cacophony of laughter and conversation. Once everyone had their eyes - or at least their attention - on their class rep, Iida began to speak.
'Good evening, class! Just a quick notice before dinner, but as the Provisional Liscence Exams are finally over -' Iida paused momentarily when he heard Bakugo grumbled something about promising a dead body by tonight and saw Todoroki narrowing his eyes in mild annoyance, '- I believe that it is a cause for a celebration! So eat up, I have made sure to prepare at least two servings for each student!' The entire class didn't need to be told twice, before Iida had even bowed and said his thanks, almost everyone's mouths had already been stuffed with rice and curry.
Midoriya could barely remember when he had finished over half of his plate when he suddenly overheard Todoroki and Shinsou declaring that they wanted (needed) another serving of rice, which Iida gladly raised from his seat and followed them to the kitchen. Looking around, Midoriya could see that there were some who had already cleaned up their plates and were practically yelling at each other from across tables. Kaminari was yodelling some kind of meme to Jirou, who was struggling vainly to control her laughter by slapping her hands over her mouth.
'Ahh, Aizawa-sensei! Mic-sensei! Come and join us!' Hagakure shouted from her table. The class' volume immediately dropped in favour of turning their attention to their teacher(s), who was now in an all black pajama top and baggy cargo pants that strangly resembled All Might's. The fusion yawned and approached the dining area in a few strides.
'Sure, why not.' They said, and the class cheered and welcomed their teacher(s) as they took an empty seat at Midoriya's table and settled down. Iida emerged seconds later to place a steaming plate of food right in front of them with a beaming smile. They mouthed a silent 'thank you' and took a small spoonful of rice, blowing on it slowly until all of the steam had disappeared, and took a bite at it, chewing rather quickly and swallowing.
Of course, Ashido would make a comment even on her teacher(s) eating habits, 'Ehhh, sensei, you really should savour the flavour!'
'I've tasted Tenya's cooking more than enough times to know that it's really good,' They said plainly. At the other side of the table, Iida was giving Aoyama a run for his money with how bright he was smiling; cuz' damn, that was practically an indirect praise from Aizawa!
Ashido made a fake pout but it quickly turned in to one of her usual upbeat smiles when she asked, 'So what are we gonna do on Monday? More Quirk training? Man, I've got this really cool idea that I'd like to try out.'
'Not quite,' The fusion said in usual Present Mic fashion, making sure that the whole class had their attention on them before continuing.
'I'm not really sure if I should tell you though... It might make Eraser mad.' They said playfully.
Ashido's face formed back in to another childish pout, 'But sensei! You ARE Aizawa-sensei!' She whined and flailed her arms around, barely missing Kirishima and Sero, who were sitting on each of her sides.
'You got me there, young listener.' Their teacher(s) said in a vaguely defeated tone. 'I suppose I could tell you one little thing... that you kids are in for a fun lesson.'
More than half the class whined at their lame answer. The fusion's soft smile had evolved in to a kind-of-there chuckle with a crinkle in their eyebrows as they shook their head and continued eating. Midoriya quickly polished off the rest of his food and brought his dish and utensils over to the growing pile in the sink. He was promptly reminded of the cleaning duty he was assigned; as stated on the pink post it note on the fridge saying 'Broccoli boy's turn!' In Uraraka's handwriting with a drawing of a piece of broccoli with freckles and a bunny beside it.
He'd get to that later.