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The clip of their heels echoed down the silent hallway. Izuku hummed to himself, hips swaying slightly as he stepped. He hadn’t been able to visit his aunt lately, with the recent villain attacks and all that, so it was exciting to be able to see her.
With each step Izuku got closer to his destination. The teacher’s lounge door loomed in front of him. Quickly, he opened it before walking in. Since it was during class no teachers were there. But that was okay, he could wait.
Midoriya lowered himself onto the couch. One leg crossed over another, his denim jeans shifting ever so slightly. Izuku adjusted the off-the-shoulder dark green sweater before reaching up his sleeve. In one swift motion, an emerald fan was extracted.
With a satisfying whoosh, the weapon opened. Izuku took a moment, letting his fingers trail the familiar golden design rimming his favorite gift. Izuku’s aunt had given him his two fans 5 years ago. She sprouted a smile when his face lit up at the War Fans before telling him the responsibilities of catering such a weapon. Little Izuku smiles right back, eager to learn. Nemuri has given him a softer smile then before brutality beating his ass in spars as she taught him the art of tessenjutsu.
Ever since the tessen had always been on his person. The compactness and ordinary look allowed him to cary the weapon inconspicuously, and the familiar weight at his hip and up his sleeve kept him grounded through his day to day life.
Midoriya stared fondly at the traditional japanese weapon. His aunt has taught him about the history behind the War Fans, how they became like a part of the Samurai, always permitted to have it on them even when they’d have to see their superior without weapons. It was the exception. The range of the tessen too made Izuku excited. How it was mainly used for defense to block darts and knives, but how it was a suitable replacement for a sword, and it could be used to help swim and cool down. 10 year old Izuku had spent days binge-watching youtube videos of the fan in action. The turns and lunges seemed to hypnotize him, as the youtuber flowed through their moves, like calm water in a stream.
Midoriya heard the door creak open, so he quickly slid his weapon back up his sleeve. He glanced up, emerald eyes landing on the form of his aunt. Nemuri has a hand on her hip, one leg popped out to the side. The hero’s red glasses dipped low on her nose, “Hello Izuku,” she purred.
Midoriya shot his aunt a bright smile before hopping up. He lunged forward, the tip of his foot barely touching the ground before Nemuri swiped him up into a hug.
“I missed you,” he murmured into her costume. Nemuri let go of of her nephew before raising an eyebrow at him. “Did you?”
Like an eager puppy, Izuku nodded his head quickly. “I was practicing more moves with the tessen, and worked on my hero costume shoes.”
Midnight gave Izuku a small chuckle. The boy’s shoes were his pride and joy. They had heels that could retract and extend, with the heel being made out of a sharp metal. The heel itself had a special magnetic property that Izuku could use a wristband on his hand to call if needed, giving him one more weapon.
With a found sigh, Nemuri patted Izuku’s head. The green curls quickly bounced back into place once she removed her manicured hand.
“So, Izuku,” Kayama backed away from her nephew slightly, leaning against her desk. “I just finished my class on Modern Arts History, do you wanna ditch this place and have some fun?”
Nemuri could practically taste the ice cream she was going to get with her nephew later.
“Actually Auntie, I was wondering if I could visit the hero class and do some training with them to show you what I worked on?” Midoriya bit his lip, glancing up at Midnight with doe eyes. His hands were clasped in front of him.
Kayama barked out a laugh, “Sure Izuku! I’d love to see you beat up Shouta’s kids... and annoy Shouta,” with a soft chuckle Nemuri pushed off the desk. Her heels clicked as she held out her hand for her nephew. Izuku smirked at her, a stark difference to the innocent angel he was acting like before, before taking her offered hand. He looped their elbows together, as the two took off down the hall, heels clicking against the floor.
Midoriya stood in front of the giant door of 1-A. Nemuri shot him a glance, “You ready?” her sultry voice asked.
Izuku shifted his shirt slightly, making sure his shoulder was on display but the gap wasn’t going too far down, choking him on the opposite end, before giving his aunt a short nod. Midnight raised her hand, knocking on the door twice before opening it anyway.
“Eraser~” she sang, “I’ve got a surprise for you~“
Aizawa stared at the R-Rated hero with intense boredom. His arms were crossed in front of his chest, capture weapon partially hiding them. Eraserhead was leaning against the front of his desk.
“What is it Midnight?”
Nemuri shot him a wicked gleam, giving him the sense of impending doom. He whispered a quiet “oh no,” before Nemuri stepped to the side. Izuku stepped forward, a pleasant smile on his face as he greeted the man in front of him.
“Shouta,” Aizawa let out a huff of air.
“Problem child,” he greeted back, “what’re you doing here?”
Midoriya titled his head to the side slightly, making the class coo. “Visiting my Auntie of course,” he answered innocently.
Eraserhead snorted, “then why are you here? ”
“What if I just wanted to visit my favorite sort of Uncle?” Emerald eyes met gray as the two held a staring contest. Class 1-A held their breath, scared for the fate of this stranger who dare challenged Aizawa-sensei in intimidation. Nemuri however, watched with a shit-eating grin, excited for the chaos to come.
“Okay fine,” Izuku relented, “I lied. I’m here to—“ before he could finish his sentence, Nemuri stepped up to her nephew. She placed a possessive arm over his shoulder, “he’s here to beat your kids ass’.”
Aizawa’s demeanor changed. His pensive and uncaring attitude became firm and offensive. He squared his shoulders towards his friend. “Excuse me?” Eraserhead raised an eyebrow. “Just because you’ve been training Izuku here does not mean he’d be able to beat my students.”
Nemuri licked her lips, “Wanna bet?” A sadistic gleam strikes through her eyes.
“I’ll call Hisashi,” Izuku piped up. The two adults in the room turned their head back towards the greenette.
“Fine,” Aizawa drawled our. “10 minutes to the gym. Everyone,” he turned back to his class who was watching the exchange with eager eyes, “screw whatever we were doing today I have a bet to win, don’t disappoint me.”
With that the students scrambled upwards, rushing to their costume cases before heading to the changing rooms.
In the boys dressing room everyone quickly shed their shirts before the door opened. Their heads glanced up, surprised to see the face of Midoriya yet... shorter. Glancing down, they realized he took of his heels. Oh.
“Hey man,” Kirishima stated as he placed on his hero costume. Izuku looked at him weirdly as he elegantly lifted his sweater over his head. He had already removed his fan from his person, so he didn’t have to worry about it dropping out.
“Hey?” Izuku answered back, slipping out of the ripped jeans he wore. Izuku quickly removed his tool belt too, that held 10 throwing knives and another tessen.
“So, you’re Midnights nephew?” Kirishima situated his shirt-less sleeves on his body before glancing back at Izuku. The boys pale back was faced to him as he bent over, pulling on his hero bottoms. Kirishima quickly averted his gaze. No gay thoughts today, thank you very much.
“Do you always talk this much as you change?” Izuku shot back as he zipped up his front.
“Wow,” Sero commented, “you are not as nice as I thought you were.”
“And you hero students aren’t what I thought you were either,” Izuku turned towards Sero, eyebrow quirked “guess we’re both disappointed.”
“Hello! I am Iida Tenya, Vice President of Class 1-A! Please refrain from speaking to any of us rudely again or I’ll have to report you!” Iida chopped down, his stuffy hero costume only adding to the stiff motions. Midoriya raised an eyebrow, “and you’re uptight.”
He turned back around, propping his foot up before lacing his boot up. The door swung open and closed as each new boy finished changing. When Midoriya was done placing on his outfit, he turned to the remaining males. “Well, I’d love to say best of luck to you all, but I can’t wait to kick someone’s ass.” With that Izuku strode out of the room.
“He seems nice,” Kirishima mentioned after the door swung closed.
“I can’t wait to kick his ass,” Bakugou smiled menacingly before Kirishima placed a hand on his forearm, “Wait babe no excess violence, right?”
Bakugou growled but relented, until he and his boyfriend exited the locker room.
Midoriya observed the students coming out of the three doors. One with yellow hair approached him, their jacket shifting ever so slightly as they walked.
“Hey! I’m Kaminari Denki, nice to meet you,” They held out their hand for Izuku to shake, which he did, noticing the black nail polish on their nails.
“Midoriya Izuku, I like your nails,” he said.
Denki flushed slightly, “Thanks, Mina did them- that’s the pink girl, at girls night.”
Midoriya went to ask a question before Aizawa approached. “Everyone,” he said in the same monotone voice he did everyday, “We’ll be doing one on one battles. Since it’d take too long and too many visits to Recovery Girl to get Izuku to fight everyone, he’ll just be going against one person.” Class 1-A nodded along before Eraserhead spoke again. “We’re practicing drawn out battles so the exercise is time based. Whoever is down after 15 minutes, is dawned the loser. The only way for time to be cut short would be for one person to be competed incapacitated before the 15 minutes. I would hope that wouldn’t happen though,” the threat was subtle but it was still there. Eraserhead glared at the group before relaxing his stance once more. “Here are the fighting pairs:
Shouji vs. Satou
Uraraka vs. Ashido
Ojiro vs. Kouda
Kirishima vs. Asui
Bakugou vs. Kaminari
Sero vs. Aoyama
Tokoyami vs. Hagaruke
Iida vs. Todoroki
Jirou vs. Shinsou
and finally Midoriya vs. Yaoyorozu.” Aizawa finished the pairings as Izuku’s eyes connected to his partner. The girl stood tall, despite her revealing costume, and looked right back at him. Midoriya felt a grin stretching from his face, this was going to be fun.
The first spar group got into place. The area was big, allowing for a lot of different attacks. Since it was time based, it wouldn’t make sense to have bounds like at the sports festival, but since Aizawa couldn’t have kids running away from the fight that was suppose to be combat based, it was inside.
Midoriya perched himself on the ledge of the window, watching as Aizawa set the timer before the fight started. After the second one, his focus began to waiver. Izuku started sliding his knives in and out of their holster on his thigh subconsciously. He checked his fans too, which were placed at his hips.
Eventually the fights went by, and soon Midoriya’s was approaching. He decided to stretch his body before, like any good athlete would do. Izuku started with basic stretches for his arms and legs before breaking into a back end. He kicked over, back to a standing up position before doing a cartwheel, into a hand stand, into a roll. Midoriya popped up once more, wishing he could be on his aunts studio to do more gymnastics.
Izuku shook his head, tuning back into what Aizawa was saying. Oh, it was his name. Guess it must be my time to spar...
Midoriya walked up to his place. He gave Yaoyorozu a respectful bow, one that she echoed, before Aizawa turned on the clock. Instantly Midoriya shifted into a defensive position. He flicked his fans out, one poised up with his left hand and the other at stomach level with his right. Midoriya watched with narrowed eyes as Yaoyorozu shimmered, a pole appearing out of her body.
The two were at a standstill for a second, watching, analyzing the other. Midoriya could hear whispers going around about his weapon choice, but he tuned those out and focused on the fight.
Yaoyorozu moved first. With speed, she zoomed in on him, her staff raised. Izuku acted quickly on instinct. His fan on his right hand snapped shut, hitting the bottom of the staff and halting it. Within a moment his left foot shifted backwards as his shoulders turned, left fan coming down on top of the staff.
The attack was quick, leaving Midoriya in a lunging position, right fan open and raised up with the left fan now at waist level. Yaoyorozu broke into a roll forward, popping back up at the back of Izuku. She once again went to attack him with her staff, and he once again blocked. His top hand came down in a circular motion, closing the fan with it, before blocking the back attack. With his momentum from his turn, Izuku’s right foot came up, hitting Yaoyorozu square in the chest. The girl went stumbling backwards before she regained her footing.
Momo’s eyes narrowed at Izuku before she dropped down to the ground, her staff attempting to sweep Izuku off his feet. The boy watch wide eyed as the staff came his way, before dodging it with a back handspring.
Yaoyorozu didn’t let Midoriya distance himself from her though. She went from her crouch into a front roll, creating a grappling hook as she rolled.
Midoriya landed with his back turned to his opponent. He swirled around, legs turned halfway towards Momo, but it was too late. Yaoyorozu was perched in a kneel, the grappling hook aimed at Izuku’s leg. She shot the gun, watching as Midoriya miracously swept his right hand down, fan coming out with a woosh of the air and deflected the hook. From there Midoriya rolled to the left of Yaoyorozu, getting up into the low backward lunge.
Izuku decided he had played enough defense, it was his time to attack. Izuku slid his right foot up in time with his fan before pivoting on his left and sliding that forward. From there Izuku bent his torso forward as his right leg shifted before his body became airborne. His left leg stuck out, delivering a kick to Yaoyorozu’s chest before Izuku landed, fans opened and ready.
Mono recovered quickly, sending out rope to wrap around Midoriya. It shot out of her side towards Izuku who was in close quarters, but his fan came up in his hand before returning, edge down, cutting the rope away.
With a discontented huff, Momo took inventory of how many creations she had left in her. The three she made weren’t a lot in total, but it’d only been two minutes so far and she needed to plan ahead.
With the executive decision to forgo anymore creations for the time being, Yaoyorozu jumped forward on the tip of her foot. She attacked Midoriya’s side, bringing them both to the ground.
Momo wrapped her arms tightly around Izuku’s sides, planning on swinging her body over him to pin him or get him in a choke hold. Her left hand connected to his holster, giving her a momentarily idea.
The thought was short lived as Izuku’s closed fan connected with the bottom of her jaw. He used Momo’s small release of him to move his other fan forward, hitting her in the neck before rolling away. From there Izuku sent his arms out horizontally with the closed fans. He brought his arms up as his foot was in a passé, before opening his fans with a flick of his fingers, his left foot coming back down to neutral.
Yaoyorozu scrambles up, a small grin on her face. She spoke the first words between the two as her fingers sparkled. “Thanks for the idea.” Two daggers appeared in her hands as the girl raised her two hands to be chest level to fight, one higher than the other.
Izuku grinned, “That’s more like it,” before activating an attack. His fans came on top of his head, fanning out horizontally as he swirled towards Momo. When he got close to her his right arm swayed downward, thrusting the fan right at her neck. Yaoyorozu retaliated quickly, her hand coming up and hitting Midoriya’s arm harshly. The jerk of his arm sent the fan out of his hands to a few feet away.
Yaoyorozu counted that as a win as Izuku dropped to roll between her legs, his first weapon lost.
Momo turned around just in time to meet his fan angled for her neck. She circled her arm around, effectively moving Izuku’s arm before taking a jab at his stomach with her left hand.
Midoriya jumped back, closing his fan in the action. He quickly placed it back on his utility belt, getting out to knives in his hand.
“Guess this is a knife fight now.”
Midoriya ran forward, arm swinging horizontally to cut Yaoyorozu in the stomach. She blocked the hit, delivering one of her one which Izuku blocked. The knives clanged against each other, filling the gym with the sound. Class 1-A watched, memorized, as each student darted backwards before diving back in, breaking out into rolls and sidestepping to avoid strikes. At one point Izuku went into a bridge to avoid Yaoyorozu’s double edged blade, only to kick up and disarm her. The girl didn’t let that phase her, as she created a new weapon in her hand.
The clock hit 8 minutes, meaning there were 7 left, when Izuku managed to do a backwards roll away from Yaoyorozu. The quick change of direction left her stumbling forward, only recovering in time to see Midoriya snatch up his fan from the floor. He glanced over his shoulder, giving Momo a disarming smile, before standing up. His knives were tucked into his belt, replaced with his two original fans.
“Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to bring fans to a knife fight” Yaoyorozu quipped, placing the daggers in her utility belt before grabbing what was already stored there.
Her hands wrapped around Izuku’s blades that she had disarmed and taken for her own. She didn’t need his weapons as ammunition, but it saved her from using more of her lipids.
She flashed the silver knife up, watching as realization dawned upon Izuku before he crouched down, fans at the ready.
Momo grinned, lean fingers wrapping around the knives before her arm pulled back and she threw. The weapon went soaring through the air, straight towards Izuku’s fan. He didn’t make an attempt to dive out of the way though, no, he stayed exactly where he was, fan raised at the ready. When the knife was close, Midoriya shifted his weapon so it was on an angle, making the blade clatter to the ground.
Oh, a thought dawned on Yaoyorozu, so you can bring fans to a knife fight.
Not wasting another moment on shock, Momo let blade after blade leave her finger tips, hoping to distract Izuku as she approached. Funny though, because it worked the opposite way. In a flurry of weapons, Izuku started walking closer, fans deflecting the projectiles raining towards him until he was close enough to do what he needed to. With a toss of one of his fans, it went up as his hand went down. Gravity pulled the tessen back to him, and he let it turn horizontally before throwing it at Yaoyorozu’s legs. In all of her throwing glory, she didn’t notice it until sharp metal scraped her calves, right above her boots.
The damage wasn’t bad but it stung. Yaoyorozu pressed a hand down to the cut, surprised at how much blood was coming up. So maybe it was bad...
Quickly a bandage shot out of her hand, which she wrapped around the wound. The stinging and the effect of almost overusing her quirk made Yaoyorozu feel fuzzy. Regardless, she held her hands up, her own two daggers returning.
“4 minutes,” Midoriya commented, eyes shining with a light she hadn’t seen before. The fan was positioned in front of his mouth, hiding his cheshire grin.
Momo made the mistake of letting her eyes dart over to the clock. No sooner did Izuku struck. He let his fan hand drop before slinging the tessen at Yaoyorozu’s stomach and diving forward. The girl was too dazed to let out a defensive move, so the fan hit her, cutting her stomach. She let out a cry of pain before quickly wrapping another bandage around her torso. While that happened Midoriya had rolled forward, retrieving both his fans.
The boy was now 9 feet away from Momo, give or take a few. He circled the girl a little, fan positioned in front of his mouth hiding his smile. His eyes gleamed as Yaoyorozu’s hardened before she created her next, and most likely final, creation.
In her hand, was a whip.
Izuku felt giddy with excitement. “You know my Auntie loves her whip, good weapon choice!” he shouted behind his fan. Midoriya could practically hear Aizawa sigh.
Yaoyorozu seemed to momentarily regret her decision, but the hesitance slipped away after a minute. “I was going to go with tranquilizer darts, you know,” she stated matter-a-factly, “but you would just dodge those. So I needed something a little harder to dodge.” She gave a crack of the whip.
Izuku felt giddy.
Yaoyorozu wasted no time. With a flick of her wrist and hand the whip went to strike Izuku in the side. He brought his right hand down to block it, flinching at the sound of his lovable fan taking the brute attack of the whip.
Yaoyorozu attacked once more, though this time to his right. Once more, Izuku’s hand swept across his body to block the whip. In a quick movement, Izuku pivoted into a turn before coming back to face Momo, fans crossed together to block his chest. At the same time the whip hit his tessen.
Izuku gritted his teeth before circling his right arm, wrapping the whip around it. He gave a sharp tug, sending Momo towards him.
With the girl in his range, Midoriya dropped down onto his knees. His fans circled around his head before smoothly sweeping at Yaoyorozu’s feet. Luckily for her, they hit her boots so she didn’t get cut, but she still went down.
Momo landed on her butt. She tried to bounce back up, but Izuku leaned backwards so he was on his butt, leaning back onto his arms, before thrusting his feet forward. With a push of a button on his wrist, his heals extracted. The poles were focused right at Yaoyorozu’s neck, making her scowl. Without anymore lipids she could spare, she would be forced to get out of this the good old way.
Momo quickly pulled Izuku’s legs apart, earning a “kinky” from him. Without the immediate threat, she went to pin Izuku to the floor. Midoriya pulled his legs in tight though as she lunged forward over him. He sent an upward kick to her stomach, sending Momo flying over Izuku. She landed with a thud, her back hitting hard against the cement floor. Izuku couldn’t help but wince, that sounded like it hurt.
He did an egg roll backwards before standing up. He glanced down at Momo who squinted you at him, the bright light from the ceiling making her vision fuzzy. With a resigned sigh, Midoriya straddled Momo’s stomach, careful to not sit on her cut. With a flick of his wrist his fan was out, lying against her neck. At the same time, the buzzer rung, signaling the end of the spar.
“And the winner is Midoriya,” Aizawa called our. He turned to Nemuri who was watching with a pleased smile. “Why did I bet against him? I never bet against him?”
“I know,” she replied teasingly, “but you had to stand up for your kids.”
Eraserhead huffed, crossing his arms, “Yaoyorozu did good. There are a few things to work on, like situational awareness and not overusing her quirk, but she held up good.”
Nemuri nodded, “She also portrayed solid understating of 5 different types of weapons. I know it’s required for her quirk to know how to make things, but being able to use them too is impressive.” Aizawa nodded before rubbing his temple. “How much money do I owe you now?”
“5,000 yen.”
Aizawa blinked at Nemuri, “there is no way I owe you 5,000 yen.”
“No,” Nemuri started, “but Hizashi owes me 2,300 and you owe me 2,700 so pay up.”
“No, no. Go get Hizashi to pay his part.” Nemuri tsked, shaking her head softly. “You’re married, it comes from the same place—“
“We both have two separate jobs.”
“—so pay up.” Nemuri held out her hand, a grin on her face. Aizawa relented handing over the 5,000 yen right as Izuku approached him.
“Hey! I sent Yaoyorozu to Recovery Girl,” Izuku tucked himself into the side of Midnight as her arm wrapped around him and laid in his hair.
“Good job out there Izuku,” Aizawa commented.
“Great job Zuku, the fans looked great.” Izuku shrugged his shoulder modestly, a fan coming up to cover his blush.
“So how do you like the hellspawn?”
Izuku blinked at Eraser before connecting the words. “Aw well, they seem nice. Except for that Iida kid, he’s really stiff. Kaminari asked how I got my eyeliner to not smudge as I was sweating and we exchanged numbers so I might be coming here more often!”
Aizawa let out a sigh. Of course Izuku would make friends with Denki. And that would mean he became friends with the girls in 1-A because Kaminari would get him invited to girls night. Then they would also introduce him to Shinsou, who would introduce him to his old class 1-C, who would talk about him and 1-B would hear and Monoma would start going on about the mysterious new kid in Class 1-A with the fans. Then Izuku would basically become an honorary class 1-A student until he somehow actually switches into Aizawa’s class despite not going to UA. Then there would be no escape from the problem child.
“Now, I’m hungry. Auntie,” Izuku turned towards his aunt who looked down at him in question, “can we get ice cream?”
Midnight internally cheered, she would get ice cream after all.