Chapter 1: Creation
Summary:
Momo slowly realizes how not only civilians but also her fellow Pros see her.
Chapter Text
“Deku! Duck!” Momo screams.
Deku drops as she creates and shoots a cannonball at the giant before them. He watches as the cannonball cracks open, releasing a net, successfully and safely taking the villain down. She had managed to create a device that weakened the villains quirk and bring their size to normal height. Momo rises to her feet and motions for Deku to get the villain before the effect wears off.
He rushes to the villain, squirming in their restraints. They spit at his feet, cursing both he and Momo. Rolling his eyes, he grabs the captured villain and leads them to the police nearby. Immediately after the hand off, the press rushes him, asking how he took the criminal down and what really happened to start the fight.
Momo watches as her former classmate and fellow pro hero speaks with the press. She smiles watching as the Number One Pro Hero blushes and stutters in front of the cameras and microphones. A small chuckle escapes her lips as he makes eye contact with her before being swallow entirely by the crowd.
She finishes her report with an officer and watches as the person they captured - the person SHE captured - is taken away by the police. Her smile fades as more press push her aside to speak with Deku.
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“Pro Hero Shoto saved over thirty civilians today in an attack from a villain with a fire quirk. This is what he had to say,” Momo dries her hair with a towel as the news changes screens to earlier that day.
“All civilians are safe. We did a sweep of the building after the fire was extinguished. Many are injured but none are dead or in fatal condition,” Shoto’s deadpan expression gives off the impression he doesn’t care but Yaoyorozu saw how he reacted on the scene.
He had panicked slightly when the flames were too much for his ice. She had been the one to extinguish the flames as they ran through the building. She had made the hose and cannister that brought the flames down around them. She had been the one to create gurneys and keep the victims in stable conditions. She was the reason they got out alive.
She remembers watching Todoroki talk to the reporters as she helped medics load the survivors into ambulances. It can be seen in the footage shown on the news. It can be seen, clear as day, Momo being a hero as Todoroki is in the limelight.
“There you have it, folks. If a hero is needed, we can always count on Shoto,” Momo turns off the TV before returning to her bedroom and retiring for the night.
~
Smiling at the cameras before her, Momo patiently waits for her turn to speak during the Pro Hero Q&A Panel.
“My next question goes to Tsukuyomi,” the reporter standing at the microphone points toward the hero to her left.
Dark Shadow perks up as Tokoyami leans forward, “Whenever you’re ready.”
“Regarding the villain you singlehandedly took down last week,” Momo’s smiled threatens to fall as the reporter speaks.
She fights to keep the corners of her mouth up as he sings Tsukuyomi’s praises during a fight she helped win. She and her former classmate had worked together to save downtown from this villain. He did not do that singlehanded. She had been there too!
“Actually, sir,” Momo feels Dark Shadow appear on her right. “Creati aided in the pursuit and capture of the villain in question.”
“No doubt as distraction,” the reporter laughs.
“Excuse me?” Momo sits forward in her chair.
Her fists clench under the table as the man continues to laugh, many audience members and even some panellists join him, “With a hero suit like that, how else would you contribute?”
Momo’s face begins to feel hot as the audience continues laughing. She digs her nails into her palms. She squeezes her eyes shut in a feeble attempt to prevent her tears from escaping. Momo receives these types of comment so often. They come with the career but this? This is humiliating.
Dark Shadow closes in on her, sensing her anger.
“Creati is a very strong and capable hero! Do not disrespect her!” Tokoyami’s voice booms over the laughter.
“Capable hero?” the reporter jabs. “She did more for us as a model back in her high school days.”
Wolf whistles and hoots fill the room after the modelling comment, as the reporter fondled his chest. Momo folds her arms over her chest as she tries to focus on calming her breath. The action raises some boos and other disagreeable sounds. Her nails begin to dig into her arms.
“Come on, Creati,” a voice shouts from the crowd. “Show us your real quirk.”
“All right!” the host of the panel finally speaks up. “All right, we are going to take a brief intermission. Thank you all and we’ll see you in ten minutes.”
Momo shakily stands from her seat, making a swift exit from the stage.
“Creati,” the host calls for her. “May I have a quick word?”
Momo turns, avoiding their eyes and keeping her arms over her chest. She nods.
“We want to apologize for the behaviour of the crowd but,” There’s always a ‘but’. “We think it would be best if you did not come back for the second half of the panel.”
Momo snaps her gaze to the host, blood boiling. She grinds her teeth as she forces a smile.
“I understand,” ice hanging from her words.
~
“MOVE IT, DAMN EXTRA!” the heat from Bakugo’s explosion hit her like no other. The blast knocks her down, but she continues to pump out the supplies they need.
“We need to get to higher ground!” Momo yells over the howling wind. “The villain’s quirk is stronger than we anticipated! We have to evacuate!”
“You can evacuate! I’m killing this son of a bitch!” Bakugo leaps into action, blasting his way to the villain themselves.
Momo gasps as the villain strikes Bakugo with a bolt of lightning. She rushes to him, creating a large trampoline to prevent against what would have been a fatal fall. The villain rages on as she brings the man to shelter. She looks him over, checking his breathing and heart and creating the medical equipment she needs for this situation. She treats him with ease.
With Bakugo in a stable condition and in a safe place, she heads out again. Assessing the situation and creating the exact materials she needs to take down the villain, she heads in. Momo uses a wind machine to knock the villain off their feet and have them land in the water. She taunts them, brandishing a metal shield. She climbs to higher ground, out of the flood water where the villain stands.
“What are you going to do?” she yells over the rain. “Electrocute me?”
The villain screams as the clouds above them open and lightning emerges.
“Perfect,” Momo smirks.
The lightning comes toward her faster than anything she had experienced before but she readied herself. She held up her shield, the villain laughing. Nothing prepared the villain for their lightning to be shot right back at them. The lightning bounced off the shield the Pro held. Momo took pride in making the rubber shield believably look like real metal. However, it isn’t the lightning that takes the villain out. Bakugo’s explosion knocks the villain toward the wall of the nearest building before the impact.
“Don’t kid yourself,” Bakugo says, making his way to the incapacitated villain. “I’m the real hero here.”
Chapter 2: Copy
Summary:
Monoma can't seem to shake class A. Even years after graduation.
Chapter Text
The ringing in his ears is louder than usual. He’s been here too long. He knows what Battle Fist has to say is important but his mind wanders after a while of the same repetitive things. He feels his blood rushing to his ears as he remembers his high school days.
He was childish and that had followed him into adulthood. No one had taken him seriously due to his aggressive “made up” rivalry with the whole of class A. Tetsutetsu and Kendo and the rest of class B had both, on multiple occasions, tried to shut down this so called “imaginary” rivalry, but Neito knew better. Class A received special treatment. Class A had been treated like pro heroes even before they received their provisional licenses. Class A had gotten away with more than any other class in the school.
He hadn’t forgotten.
He still hasn’t forgotten.
“Phantom Thief?” a voice dances into his ears. “Phantom Thief, are you listening?”
He blinks a few times before his eyes settle on the woman watching him with concern in her eyes. It takes him a moment to notice the man frantically waving a hand in front of his face.
“Stop that,” Monoma smacks Real Steel’s arm away, earning a yelp of pain from the man.
“Welcome back to the land of the living,” Kendo smiles. “Did you get any of that?”
“Get any of what?” Monoma watches as the woman stands, nodding with an expression that read “of course you weren’t listening.”
“Akari,” at the sound of her name, Kendo’s apprentice perks up. “Email the notes from today’s meeting to The Phantom Thief when you have the chance, please.”
The girl, a recent Shiketsu graduate, nods enthusiastically and begins typing on her laptop again.
“All right, as for everyone else,” Kendo focuses on the other heroes in the room. “Thank you so much for joining me today. If you have any additional questions, comments, or concerns, my contact information can be found in the pamphlets you received. I hope you all have a lovely day.”
Monoma rises with the rest of the pros, collecting his papers and making a beeline to the door.
“Phantom Thief,” Kendo’s voice drips with agitation. “A word.”
Monoma sighs before moving back to his seat. Kendo continues to clear her items, filing them away into a neat accordion folder. She moves with grace even when she doesn’t mean to. Her protegee smiles at him. A small, cute smile that could have easily caught his attention if it weren’t for the look Kendo shot him.
“Please wait outside, my dear,” she places a hand on the girl’s shoulder. “I’ll only be a moment.”
“Do you need me here or should I go with her?” Monoma jumps when he hears Tetsutetsu’s voice.
“No, darling,” Kendo smiles softly as the man places a hand on her shoulder. “I just need to talk to Neito. I won’t be long.”
Tetsutetsu nods before placing a kiss to his wife’s cheek, “I’ll have them bring the car around.”
Monoma watches as the man takes only three large strides before he stops at the door. He turns, making eye contact with Monoma and mouthing, “Good luck.”
“What’s going on?” Kendo sighs the moment the door clicks shut. “You’re acting stranger than usual. More out of focus. Less…. You.”
Monoma frowned, “I don’t know what you mean.”
“Don’t bullshit me, Neito,” she snaps. Her gaze felt suffocating. “You haven’t been on you’re a-game in months! You barely try anymore! Is this because of the dumb class A thing?”
“Well-”
“Dammit, Monoma! Let it go!” Kendo’s voice booms in his mind. “We graduated years ago! So what if the top 5 heroes are all class A students? The only one who cares is you!”
Her eyes flash as the man before her sits, staring speechlessly.
She sighs, regaining herself, “Neito, look, I’m sorry you were surpassed in the top 5 but you’re still top 10. You need to work to get your spot back if you want it so badly. But behaving this way, shows you don’t care enough to try.”
She begins to lecture the man and he can’t help but let his mind wander.
She isn’t wrong.
After being knocked from the top 5 by a class A student, Monoma had lost it. He felt like even after graduation, class A were still trying everything they possibly could to make a fool of him. His mind had been reeling since then. The rivalry returning with a newfound strength. He needed to prove himself but not with some popularity poll that had very obviously been rigged before but now seemed even less in his favor.
Monoma needed time.
He needed help.
But no one saw his point of view. No one else needed the recognition he craved. No one else looked at class A and saw them for who they truly were.
And still are.
Chapter 3: Transform
Summary:
Toga gains a new independence outside of the LOV. The real question is will she be able to make it on her own?
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
“Tomura?” Toga waits patiently as the leader of the League of Villains slowly turns to her.
“What?” he spits, not looking up from his plans on the table.
Toga had gotten used to his aggression but recently, he’s gotten more rigid.
“Can we talk about something?” she rocks on her heels as he sighs, motioning her to sit on the chair across from him. “I… I think it’s time I left.”
Tomura quickly snaps his head to look the girl in her eyes, “what?”
“You know I’ve been here since I was… what? Seventeen?” Tomura grunts an uncertain sound. “I don’t want to leave the League. I really don’t. But I think you all can do without me for now. I’ll always be willing and ready to help, but with Deku as the number one hero, there hasn’t been much to do. Plus, every mission we do now, I’m only on as backup or I’m scouting.”
“So, what?” Tomura’s rough voice seems rougher, more aggressive than usual. “You wanna be a hero or something?”
“Are you kidding me?” Toga’s laugh rang through the room. “No way! I just think the League and I have grown apart in a way. I want to be a villain but my OWN villain, ya know?”
“It sounds like you’re breaking up with us, Blondie,” a gravelly voice responds from behind them.
Toga turns to see two men standing in the doorway.
“Dabi! Twice!” Toga’s eyes shot open upon seeing the men.
“Shigs,” Dabi takes a step into the room, towards the two at the table. “If she wants to leave, let her.”
“First, I told you to stop calling me that!” Tomura narrows his eyes at the burned man. “Second, I wasn’t stopping her. I taught her all I could and now she wants to go off on her own? Honestly, it’s about time.”
“Toga! You can’t leave me!” Twice shrieks, grabbing her hand and falling to his knees. Quickly, he stood again, “No, you have to go! Be the greatest villain you can!”
Confusion washing over her, Toga frowns, “wait seriously? Tomura, you trust me enough to go on my own?”
“Trust is a strong word, Toga,” he waves an ashy finger at her. “But you are ready.”
A squeal escapes her chest as she rushes to Tomura, pulling him into a tight embrace.
“Dabi! Dabi, get her off before I disintegrate her!” the normal malice in his voice is nowhere to be heard.
“Dude just let her have this,” Dabi cracks a smile. “She’ll let go eventually.”
“TWICE!” Tomura spits as the girl hugs him tighter. “Do something!”
Twice leaps into action: joining the hug.
“Not what I meant,” Tomura seethed through gritted teeth.
~
“So, where you gonna go now?” Dabi watches as the girl rushes around her room. It was a large broom closet Toga had claimed when they moved their base to this warehouse.
“I don’t know,” She turns to see the man laying on her bed playing with a small blue flame in his palm. “Magne used to talk about an apartment she had. It’s under an alias. Unless her friend stopped paying the rent on it, it should still be there. I might check it out. If not,” her eyes move from the man to ground. “I’ll figure something out.”
Dabi let out a harsh sigh, sounding almost like a low growl. Toga’s gaze lifts to see the man rising to his feet. He takes two long strides before he’s out the door, leaving it wide open. Toga stares for a moment, waiting for him to come back.
After a few minutes, she makes her way to close the door only to be stopped by Dabi’s hand. She looks up to seem him motion for her to move out of the way. She takes a step aside as he closes the door behind him.
“Look,” he moves to stand directly in front of her. “I’ve saved some money over the years in case I ever- doesn’t matter. My point is,” he takes a wad of money from his pocket. “I have enough for you to get a motel and food and shit.”
“No, Dabi. I can’t-” Dabi cuts her off, grabbing her hand.
“I don’t care what you can and can’t do,” he places the money in her palm. “Just take it.”
Toga looks to the money in her hand. There’s more than enough to hold her over for a good while. She looks back up to the man. He smiles awkwardly down at her. She surges forward, enveloping him in her arms.
“Thank you, Dabi,” Toga whispers into his chest.
“Yeah, yeah,” Dabi doesn’t even try to hide his smile as the girl hugs him. “Just take care of yourself, kid.”
She nods.
“Alright, let go,” he laughs.
She steps back, sniffling slightly.
“Crying? Really?” Dabi chuckled, wiping a tear from her face.
“Shut up,” she swats at his hand.
Dabi lets out a low laugh and she can’t help following suit.
~
“Whenever you need us, we’ll be there. Don’t forget that.”
Dabi had been like an older brother to her all these years. He had looked out for her. Tomura and the other league members had too.
Toga takes a breath. She knows they have her back, but she needs to do this on her own.
She was going to make them proud.
She was going to make herself proud.
Notes:
Okay!
Character introductions are done!
Now we can actually get into the real stuff.I wanted to thank you for reading this story and I hope it continues to keep your attention as I post. I'm going to try sticking to the schedule I have set and post weekly!
Thank you again! Much love! Enjoy!
Chapter 4: The Creati Jack Agency
Summary:
A slightly different day in the life of Momo Yaoyorozu but nothing too crazy
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Momo tosses and turns, trying desperately to find a comfortable way to sleep. Her bed is huge. Her mattress is memory foam. Why she can’t seem to fall asleep is beyond her.
The wind howls outside. Blowing so aggressively a loud crash meets her ears. Groaning, she rolls out of bed to check on the plants on her balcony. She slides her feet into her soft slippers and lazily pulls on a silk robe. Silently, she prays the crash wasn’t the plant Kyoka had recently gifted. Momo flicks on the light and opens the door to see not a potted plant but a tree branch laying on her now smashed glass bistro set. Her hands cover her eyes, slowly being dragged down her face in frustration.
Between the wind and the broken glass, she knows it’s dangerous, but the branch could cause more damage if she left it alone. Taking a deep breath, she creates a small but strong drone and some rope. She ties one end of the rope around the branch and the other around the drone. She pushes a button, powering it up. She watches as it lifts the branch from the glass mess and hovers a few meters from the building before dropping it. The drone flies higher and farther from the house. Momo watches as the small robot stops once it is far enough away and explodes like a small firework.
~
“Good morning, Creati!”
Momo turns with the widest smile on her face as Fat Gum approaches her, “Good morning, sir.”
“How many times do I have to tell you,” he laughs. “You can call me Taishiro.”
Momo can’t help but be happy in the man’s presence. He had temporarily employed her a few years after UA as she and Kyoka planned their own agency. To see him here filled the woman with overwhelming joy.
“What brings you to the agency today?” she asks, hugging the man. “Let’s talk in my office.”
“I was on my way to visit Tamaki and his wife. Just a quick check in to see how they’re handling parenthood,” he laughs as he follows.
“My goodness!” Momo gasps, opening the door to her office and allowing him inside. “When did Aya have the baby?”
“Just last week,” he smiles. He takes a seat on the large white couch against the wall. “Got discharged two nights ago.”
Momo furrows her brow, “Wasn’t Suneater patrolling last night?”
“Oh, don’t worry about that!” he is quick to stop any concern. “Mirio and Nejire have practically moved in with them.”
Momo laughs, “Is that supposed to be reassuring?”
“They take their godparent titles very seriously but even then,” he leans forward, whispering. “It’s part of the reason I’m dropping by.”
A knock at the door interrupts their laughter.
“Hi, I heard Fatgum was here,” a purple haired woman sticks her head into the room, a smile splitting her face.
“Kyoka!” Fatgum jumps to his feet, pulling the woman into a hug.
“Hi, Taishiro,” her laugh is music to Momo’s ears.
“How’ve you been?” his happiness is contagious. Anyone could tell you that.
“Busy but so good,” Kyoka’s smile lights up the room and Momo can’t help staring.
It had been three years since she and Kyoka had started their agency and eight since they graduated UA. Theirs had grown to be one of the top agencies in only a short time. With endorsements from retired pros, like Eraserhead and Miruko and their hard work, the two friends were proud of what they had built.
Momo was no longer known for her family name. When people saw her in interviews and at galas, she was The Everything Hero: Creati. The same had happened with Kyoka. She was no longer the daughter of musicians, expected to follow in their footsteps. She was The Hearing Hero: Earphone Jack.
Fatgum’s visit lasted only half an hour before he was running off to visit his former sidekick. Momo always enjoyed his visits. His energy had always brought a light to her days.
And she really needed his light today.
“So, you’re gonna turn down this press conference too, right?” Kyoka sits in the chair in front of Momo’s desk.
“I have to,” Momo sighs.
She hates having to send emails rejecting requests for her appearance. The more coverage she can get for the agency, the better, but with the way she has been treated recently….
“Man, this sucks!” Kyoka yells in frustration. “It’s not fair for you to have to continuously hide yourself because people are assholes! Midoriya never catches this shit. Neither does Sero or Shinsou or even fucking Kirishima! I love Kirishima and would never wish this shit on him, but the man shows way more skin that you!”
Momo had modified her hero suit many times with Aya’s help. She shows less skin than she had in high school. Aya had even invented a mesh fabric that worked with Momo’s quirk to allow the objects she creates to pass through the material without tearing it. However, due to her body type, she still catches the most sexist comments the press can throw.
“Maybe you could go instead?” Momo peaks over her laptop to the purple haired woman, who stares wide eyed at her friend.
“Me?” she points to herself with her shocked and questioning tone seeming more scared than surprised. “They wouldn’t want me.”
“Sure they would,” Momo smiles. “They asked for a representative from the agency. I figured it would be best for one of us to go and since I can’t make it…”
“I don’t know, Momo,” Kyoka rubs the back of her neck and Momo gets a flashback to high school.
“Come on,” Momo leans forward and gives her friend the softest puppy dog eyes she can manage. “Please Kyoka?”
Kyoka stares back with an intensity that could only be rivaled by Bakugo himself. She looks into the grey eyes of her friend and colleague. Eyes that softly beg for assistance.
Momo doesn’t let up. Unblinking, she watches as Kyoka’s deep purple eyes stare deep into her. She knows if she stays this way long enough, her friend will break.
They each watch the other closely. Momo’s eyes soft and sweet and Kyoka’s hard and unmoving.
“Miss Creati?”
Momo and Kyoka break their eye contact to look at the girl in the doorway.
“Eri!” Momo rises from her seat to greet the girl.
“Hi, honey, how are you?” Kyoka pulls her into a hug before Momo can reach her.
“I’m good,” she giggles. “Was I interrupting a staring contest or something?”
“No, I was just trying to convince Miss Jirou here to take my place as representative for the agency in an upcoming event,” Momo laughs, hugging the girl then motioning for her to take a seat.
“Ooh!” Eri perks up at the idea. “Miss Earphone Jack, please tell me you’re going to do it!”
Eri’s red eyes meet hers and Kyoka can’t bring herself to tell her no.
“Of course, I am,” Kyoka sighs.
Momo smiles as the young girl begins to do a little happy dance in her chair. Kyoka couldn’t say no to Eri. None of class A could.
“Wait, Eri,” Momo furrows her brow as she looks between her watch and the girl. “Why aren’t you at school?”
“I had a doctor’s appointment but dad had some important hero stuff to do and since your agency is only a block away from my doctor’s office, I wanted to come visit you and see if you guys wanted to get lunch,” Eri smiles innocently at the women.
Momo and Kyoka share a look before Kyoka laughs.
“Eri,” her tone tells the girl she’s been caught.
“Fine,” Eri sighs, slumping back into her chair. “They had my class running laps and I didn’t feel like it, so I got a taxi and came here.”
“That sounds more like the truth,” Kyoka laughs. “Okay here’s what we’ll do, Momo and I will take you to get some lunch but afterwards we’re taking you back to UA.”
“If Aizawa finds out about this,” Momo stands, grabbing her bag from the coat rack. “He’ll have all our heads.”
The three laugh before sharing a moment of dread at the idea of Aizawa’s rage. Kyoka and Momo knew it was too late for Eri. Might as well get some good food and maybe some ice cream in her before she faces him.
~
Momo and Kyoka walk the girl into the school, making sure she returns to class. Momo doesn’t even finish her knock before Aizawa is pinning her, Kyoka, and Eri with a death glare. He commands the class president to take control of the classroom and steps outside of the room.
“Eri,” the anger in his face doesn’t match the softness in his voice. “Where were you?”
“I went to see Yaoyorozu and Jirou,” Eri’s sweet voice softens the man’s face slightly. “Don’t be upset with them, please. They had nothing to do with me leaving.”
“We talked about this, Eri,” all anger from his face melts away as he bends down to look the girl in the eye. “You can’t skip classes and think spending time with pro heroes is going to get you out of trouble.”
“I know,” she quickly wraps her arms around the man. “I’m sorry, dad.”
Aizawa lifts a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose and uses the other to hug his adopted daughter, “Go sit down, we’ll talk about this later.”
Eri quickly hugs Momo and Kyoka before kissing Aizawa’s cheek and returning to class.
“How much do I owe you for lunch?” he asks the women, looking even more exhausted than he had while they were his students.
“Don’t worry about it,” Momo waves a hand. “I’m guessing she’s done this before?”
“Many times,” he sighs. “Last time, she visited Ashido. Came back later that night with bright makeup and different clothes. Tried to wear a uniform she got in her first year. She had to wear her gym uniform until we got her a new one.”
Neither of the women could believe what he said. That didn’t sound like the little Eri they knew at all.
“Anyway,” Aizawa removes his hand from his face and sighs. “Thank you for bringing her back.”
“Of course,” Kyoka smiles as the man turns to enter his class again.
“I’m proud of you both.”
Momo feels a warmth in her chest as his words echo in her mind for the rest of the day. She had asked him to come by the agency to catch up with them and he had shown a small hint of a smile before leaving them in the hall. Momo saw that man as a second father. She still does. And knowing she makes him proud is the most comforting thought.
Kyoka sits at her desk, smiling as Aizawa’s words play on repeat. She’s glad to be working alongside her best friend and making the man who trained, taught, and, in a way, raised them proud.
But neither of them could forget the way Eri had begun acting. A rebellious phase that didn’t seem to faze Aizawa but definitely concerned him. Maybe if she started her work study early or had an agency scouting her, she’d be less likely to act out.
Maybe…
Notes:
I edited this after making an Overhaul cosplay in like 3 hours (which is the fastest I've ever made a cosplay)
A small shoutout to my cousin who is my beta reader and read this chapter and wanted more Aizawa content because THEY'RE A SIMP!!!!
Chapter Text
Chapter 5
He watches as the jacket he tossed falls from the couch to the floor. A groan escapes his chest and slaps his hands to his face. Neito can’t take another day of being told he’s too uptight and competitive. This hadn’t even been about his past however it continues to be brought up.
“What are you trying to prove, Monoma?’
He isn’t trying to prove anything!
Not to anyone else at least.
He makes his way to his kitchen, ignoring the growling in his stomach and grabbing a bottle instead.
Long days, like this one, push him to this. He only ever drinks after being spoken to this way. After being looked at this way. After being regarded this was.
He drops onto his couch, sighing before taking a long swig. It’s been years since they graduated from UA. Sure, it irritated him knowing class A had more opportunities but his childish rivalry with the class was long over. He is a pro hero now. He has more important things to think about. None of which had to do with Kendo and her recent marriage to Tetsutetsu.
Not at all.
He grabs the tv remote, hoping to distract himself from the racing thoughts. As soon as the television flickers to life, he knows his thoughts won’t be ending soon.
He watches as UA alumni are interviewed. The interview took place last week. Ibara had been the one to let it slip. The interviewer hadn’t wanted Neito there due to some class A students also taking part. He watches as one of the women receives extremely insensitive questions.
He watches as her face drains of all color and no one speaks up for her. The bird hero has his shadow thing around her as he tries to speak up, but no one listens. Neito watches in disbelief as the press harasses her. The reporter even grabs his chest to mock her.
Is this how heroes are treated now? Harassed and sexualized? Excluded and disregarded for their past?
He remembered watching Endeavor be redeemed after his scandal was revealed. He remembers other heroes getting “free passes” after being complete assholes. But this woman? Creati, was it? She didn’t deserve this.
A brief intermission is taken and Neito takes this opportunity to scroll through his phone and continue emptying his drink. When the interview returns to the screen, he is confused as to why Creati is no longer there. Had they bullied her to the point of her wanting to leave or….
Or had they kicked her out, blaming her for the uproar?
-
‘This is so dumb,’ Neito thinks as he signs the card. ‘This woman probably receives so many flowers from admirers, she’ll just toss these aside.’
But he felt the need to send them.
He had watched her be verbally abused and sexually harassed on television. The fact they hadn’t cut that out still left Neito speechless.
You deserve better than the way the press treats you. I’m incredibly sorry for the way the interview went. I always respected you more than your classmates. Please accept these as an aplogy for my past behavior as well. -Monoma Neito
He tucks the note into a small envelope and hands it to the florist.
“Some lucky person to be getting flowers from The Phantom Thief, huh?” she smiles, flicking her wrist causing the flower buds to bloom and blossom to life.
The flowers are brilliantly colored and bright, but still elegant. Exactly what he had in mind for the hero he intended to send them to.
“It’s not what you think,” he chuckles.
She throws him a sideways look that makes blood rush to his face.
“Sure,” she smiles while tying a bow, keeping he flowers together. “Anyway, my quirk perseveres them in this state as long as they don’t come in contact with liquid. So no need to water them. I mean…. Unless you want to run the risk of them dying instantly. That’s the draw back here.”
She has an adorable quirk. He has to admit that. Preserving flowers in a perfect state is perfect for an adorable little florist.
He chats with her as she rings him up, talking more about her quirk and love for flowers.
“There’s a botanical garden in Tokyo, have you ever been?” she asks, a small sparkle in her eye as she leans over the counter.
“Can’t say that I have,” his cheeks hurt from smiling but he couldn’t help it.
“I would definitely recommend it,” her face drops slightly. “You could take the person you’re giving these flowers to.”
“How about I take you instead?”
Her face brightens up and the butterflies in his stomach take flight.
-
Neito’s smile became part of his outfit as he walked down the street towards the building where Yaoyorozu worked. He approached the front desk, his friendly smile warming the receptionist in front of him. She sweetly assisted him and promised to pass the gift on as soon as Creati returned from her patrol. He thanked her, turning on his heels and exiting the building.
He made his way back to his apartment with only one thing lingering on his mind.
A botanical garden in the city.
Notes:
Wow I really said here's some of this fic and let me just..... drop off the face of the earth for a bit. So sorry yall!!!!
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