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Everyone on the planet was aware that Mustuafu had produced numerous top-tier Pro-Heroes from their Hero Schools; namely, UA High School and Shiketsu High School. It was impossible for society to go a week without hearing one of the big names of one of their successful alumni. Household names included Best Jeanist (a Pro-Hero known for being efficient and charismatic), Midnight (a flirtatious and intelligent woman with excellent tactical skills on the field), Gang Orca (a man with enhanced strength and speed that has inspired numerous other Mutant Quirked individuals), Ms. Joke (a cheerful and outgoing persona known for her creative takedowns of villains), and, of course, All Might (the Number One Hero, nothing more to be said).
With so many great Pro-Heroes to look up to, and thus an abundance of Quirks, it was no wonder there would be several arguments, both online in forums and comment sections as well as between friends over lunch, over who was truly the best of the best.
(Well, Katsuki and Izuku would both argue, to your death, that no one could be All Might.)
That being said, the boys had very different opinions when it came to most useful Quirk.
“-but being able to change size means you can go undercover and collect intel! Or – or like Mt. Lady, you could easily overpower anyone!”
“Damn Deku! Ryukyu can turn into a fucking dragon! She can destroy any extra in her path in way less time!”
“Yeah, but-“
“Good morning, boys.” Inko greeted cheerfully, kissing each on the forehead as she walked to the kitchen. Both boys momentarily quieted and their older brother continued eating, his head propped up in his left hand. Inko ruffled Tenko’s hair as she passed, smiling at the sight of her zombified son. She pulled open the blinds and let out a blissful sigh. “Oh! It’s so nice out today! What are you all going to get up to?”
“Well, I want to make a shrinking and growing ray that replicates Mt. Lady’s Quirk.” Izuku’s brows furrowed in his brother’s direction and the blond stuck out his tongue.
“I want to make a mechanical dragon, like Ryukyu’s Quirk, ‘cause she’s badass!” Katsuki let out a few explosions from his hand to accentuate his point.
“No Quirks at the table, love.” Inko reminded and Katsuki huffed but relented.
Tenko took another bite of cereal, nearly missing his mouth completely. His eyes were half-lidded, as the teen usually did not rise before noon. He eyed his brothers suspiciously, going over all of the hazards that could occur with either of those plans in his brain. Both had their dangers, and thus he could not allow either of those plans to be seen through.
“And what about you, Tenko?” Inko asked, packing her purse for work.” It’s a beautiful summer day! The opportunities are endless.”
As much as Tenko wanted to tell his mother the truth, that he would most likely end up playing video games in his room with the blinds closed, he decided to compromise and answer with a grunt.
“Well, make sure you get some sunlight, sweetheart.” Inko kissed his cheek before turning to the eagle in the room. “And you, All Might?”
The bird replied with a snicker, preening his wings where he stood on his perch in the corner of the room. Inko laughed and grabbed a treat under the counter, which All Might gobbled up graciously.
“I’ll be home after dinner. Mitsuki should be home by lunch. Bye, kids!”
The door shut with a defined click and the room dissolved to silence.
Izuku and Katsuki glared at one another, knowing they had the superior idea. Never mind that they could build each of their ideas on separate days, or separately at all. They each knew they were right, and they both were going to win.
“The ray has way more uses than-“
“A dragon could obliterate your entire bloodline.”
The boys were seething.
There was a knock on the door, but neither were willing to look away. There were two sets of footsteps entering their house and for all they knew a murderer was coming to kill them.
They would not show weakness by being the first to blink.
Touya and Shouto Todoroki quickly glanced at one another to confirm what they were seeing was real. With a slight nod from Touya and a snort from Shouto, the two brothers separated to attend to their friends.
Touya was a teen who truly gave zero fucks about anything. He was calm, collected, and able to take anything you could throw at him. He got a dozen piercings just because he could and dyed his hair insane colours just to piss off his dad. Nobody was surprised that Touya and Tenko were friends, most because both of them were pretty apathetic to anything that didn’t directly affect them.
(Well, they appeared to be apathetic, anyway.)
Both were fiercely protective of their siblings, willing to commit felonies and murder to ensure their safety and happiness. They could communicate without words; a simple twitch in Touya’s eyebrow would tell Tenko his friend was about to punch someone and the smallest curve in Tenko’s lip would tell Touya the pale-haired boy would about to destroy whatever was in front of him.
When they first met, the two instantly hated each other. Neither had done anything to the other to warrant such a reaction, but the feeling was undeniably mutual. Maybe it was the distained look Tenko shot Touya on the first day of school, but in reality, he was just annoyed with his game. Maybe it was the fact that Tenko recognized Touya as the son of Endeavour and wanted nothing to do with the brat of a Pro-Hero. Either way, it wasn’t until the end of primary school that the two boys would find a mutual interest in their distaste for hero culture.
“I hate All Might.” Tenko had commented to a girl one day, who was trying to confess her feelings for him. His head was sucked into a game and nothing else mattered to him at the moment.
“I hate Endeavour.” Touya had quipped unthinkingly, and their eyes met, both aflame.
Needless to say, in a society overrun with hero worship, it was a blessing to meet someone who shared similar feelings about the negative impact Pro-Heroes had on society. Hours was spent between the two boys on the downfall of Hero society and an embarrassing amount of time was spent planning their League of Villains.
As stated before, both teens could usually deal with their emotions and move on from any problem they had (not counting the numerous times Tenko had rage-quit a game). That was, until Touya got asked out on a date.
“What the fuck?” Tenko choked on his last spoonful of cereal as he was dragged out of his chair and up the stairs to his room with no explanation.
As soon as the door closed behind them, Touya was pacing the floor. Tenko would have instantly made fun of him if his friend wasn’t absently chewing on his thumbnail. Instead, he graciously gave the boy a break by handing him one of his controllers (Player Two, of course, he wasn’t feeling that bad about whatever predicament Touya got himself into) and booted up his gaming system.
They played in silence for a while, each running around the map collecting resources and fighting off other players. Tenko had almost forgotten about Touya’s weird behaviour until he spoke up.
“Keigo asked me out on a date.” Touya said.
Tenko fumbled with the controls, an action that allowed the other player to snipe him. He blinked stupidly at his television that displayed “Second Place” before growling.
Keigo Takami. A pretty blond boy with the Quirk Fierce Wings, granting him huge wings that were bright red and annoying. He wanted to be a Hero, and was intelligent, carefree, and cocky. It was no wonder the bird boy had caught Touya’s attention, but Tenko thought his friend was better than falling for a hero hopeful.
“Good for you.” Tenko commented though he knew this meant a whole lot to his friend. Touya had been pining over the blond boy for years and had never made a move to commit to a serious relationship with him. However, Tenko wasn’t feeling very generous at the moment considering Touya had just cost him his win.
“It’s today.” Touya went on, oblivious to Tenko trying to convey that he didn’t care. “At noon. We’re going for a walk then going to eat at this new café that opened up.”
Tenko stared at his game mournfully for a few seconds before turning it off and turning to Touya. He was a damn good best friend and Touya better appreciate him. “Alright, what do you need?”
“Shochan! Tell Katsuki the ray is a thousand times better!”
“Fuck you, Half-n-Half! You don’t know shit!”
Shouto watched the argument, not willing to point out to the explosive blond that he hadn’t actually said anything. He wished Eijiro was here, as he could calm Katsuki down in seconds and diffuse the argument without Shouto having to lift a finger. However, the other boy had a dentist appointment today, and thus could not be here to do all of the work. Life really wasn’t fair to him.
Looking at the two blueprints in their hands, Shouto could admit that he really wanted to see the mechanical dragon. It was, objectively, cooler since it was flashier and more extravagant. However, Shouto did prefer Izuku over Katsuki.
Decisions were hard.
“Why don’t you make them both?” Shouto suggested.
“Have you not been listening?!” The two screeched at him.
Shouto felt that wasn’t very fair, considering he had no choice but to listen.
Shouto hummed contemplatively. “They are both good ideas, so why not combine them?”
“That’s-“ Izuku started, but slowly backed down, his voice dying with his movements.
Katsuki eyed the taller boy for a second before nodding. “Not bad, Icyhot.”
Katsuki disappeared into the garage only to appear moments later with his signature green and orange toolbelt. He tossed safety glasses to the other two boys. Izuku fumbled with them for a good two minutes before eventually stopping them while Shouto had caught the with ease, smiling at the fuming blond.
Shouto glanced around the yard as he put on his safety goggles. “Hey, Izuku? Where is All Might?”
The eagle mentioned was sitting peacefully in the lone tree in the backyard, watching over the boys as they argued. A quick glance at the tag around his foot indicated he was being summoned so he gracefully glided to the roof and dropped down into the rose bush by the front door. He let out an undignified squawk as the thorns pierced his wings before remembering the entrance was actually in the daylily bush.
He rode down the shoot, picking out the thorns with his beak.
Upon arrival to H.E.R.O. (High-Spec Establishment for Restricted Operations) Headquarters, Principal Nezu greeted him on the big screen. The mouse-bear-dog-man was wearing a suit and evidently enjoying his cup of tea.
The eagle shifted into his Hero Form, the two feathers that usually stood up on his head turning into blond tufts and his talons turning to toes. Alll Might sat in his tiny chair, awaiting instructions.
“Welcome, All Might. I trust you got here safely?” Principal Nezu asked.
All Might, not one to admit his mistakes, voiced his agreement, though it was obvious by the smirk on Nezu’s face that he saw through his words.
(Knowing him, he had caught the whole ordeal on camera and would using it for blackmail sometime in the future.)
Thankfully, the man continued without comment. “All for One is out in an abandoned tea shop on the outskirts of Mustuafu. A shame, truly. I loved going there on my days off. They had the most delectable pastries to match their teas and. . .”
All Might shifted in his seat as his boss continued rambling on. He wasn’t particularly invested in tea himself, but he feared what would happen if he interrupted.
His saviour came in the form of a small, elderly woman.
“Nezu, you’re getting off track.” The mouse-man was hit in the head with a cane, cutting off his rambling.
Recovery Girl was All Might’s personal hero, as she was the only one to ever outwardly go against Nezu in any way. While she had not been on the field in quite some time due to her age, she was still loyally using her Quirk: Heal to, well, heal Pro-Heroes who got hurt on the job.
“Right, right.” Nezu nodded and shifted to seat straighter. “As I was saying, All for One has been working on a new oddity but our intel cannot tell us exactly what it is for. Your job is to go out there and put a stop to. . . whatever it is.”
All Might saluted before powering up his legs and shooting into the sky. His Quirk, a well-kept secret from the public, was the only one capable of matching All for One’s. It was no surprise considering the Quirks were a pair; All Might’s One for All Quirk stockpiled all of the power from previous owners to allow the present user the best support in both offense and defense while All for One’s Quirk All for One (no, it was not a coincidence the villain’s name was the same as his Quirk, he was just that unimaginative growing up) had the ability to take Quirks from others and give them to someone else.
Or something else, as All for One had the tendency to fuel his creations with Quirks.
The Symbol of Peace managed to make it to the tea shop in under fifteen minutes (with seven of those minutes spent with the press). He crashed through a boarded-up window before falling into a fighting stance.
A man with white hair stood with his back to him, tinkering with his machine. All Might shuffled awkwardly closer, yet the man still seemed oblivious to his presence. All Might cleared his throat, and a small yelp escaped the villain.
“Oh! A-All Might.” All for One stuttered, leaning on his machine for emotional support. “I. . . I wasn’t expecting you for another five minutes.”
“Justice waits for no one.” All Might responded harshly, proud of how strong his words sounded reverberating in the empty room.
“Well, your trap will activate in. . .” All for One tapped his watch, humming to himself as small ticks sounded from his device. “two minutes and eleven seconds. If you could wait a few more minutes, that would be greatly appreciated.”
All Might sighed but conceded. All for One had given him a few minutes when he failed to kick the door open a couple of days ago, so he felt it was appropriate to extend the same courtesy.
“Annnnnnndd. . . there!” All for One stepped back, arms thrown wide. “Behold! The Harmony-oddity! An old man in Spain. . . didn’t have a use for his Quirk anymore, so I decided to put it to good use. You see, as a young boy in-”
“Ahem,” All Might gestured to himself. “I think you’re forgetting something?”
All for One squinted his eyes at the hero before letting out a shrill giggle. “Oh, uh. . . Yes. Your trap. Please, All Might, walk this way.” He spun on his heel, fixing his tie without checking he was being followed.
The villain led his nemesis across the shop. They stopped in front of a decorated table suited for a child’s tea party. There were tiny porcelain cups and finger sandwiches on the floral tablecloth.
Without ado, All for One pushed All Might onto the table. The tablecloth was yanked into the air around the Pro-Hero, who let out a disturbingly high-pitched scream. The man thrashed in the cloth, fighting pointlessly against the fabric.
“Now that we’re all set,” All for One mused, pulling out a chair from the table and sitting down. “You know of my younger brother? Of course you do. He was Quirkless and thus defenseless. He was also meek and complacent, willing to bend to the wills of others without a second thought. On the rare occasion he would find himself in an argument, he would never win. Arguments prevented my brother from looking out for himself, and my oddity will prevent this from ever happening again. Once I trigger it, everyone will no longer be able to argue, and if they do? They will be eradicated from existence!”
All Might froze, the villain’s words settling in his mind. He thought of his family at home.
“It’s my turn on the laptop, shitty Deku!”
“Five more minutes.”
“No!”
“I want curry.”
“I want katsuodon.”
“Curry.”
“Katsudon.”
“Curry!”
“Katsudon!”
“The ray has way more uses than-“
“A dragon could obliterate your entire bloodline.”
He had to stop him.
All Might called upon his Quirk and ripped the fabric to shreds. He rose to his feet and jumped towards All for One.
“Detroit. . . SMASH!”
All for One turned around only to meet All Might’s fist.
“This is so badass.”
Izuku looked up from his notebook, a small smile on his face from the look of pure awe on his brother’s face.
The metallic dragon was about the length and width of a basketball court, majestically standing in their backyard. There were wisps of steam rising from the two nostrils and the eyes were currently closed. Its wings were folded on its back and four horns, two on each side, protruded from its head.
The shutter sound from Katsuki’s phone was prominent and everyone in the backyard was aware who he was sending it to.
“Okay!” Izuku snapped his notebook closed and stepped towards the dragon. “Kacchan and I are going to be inside the dragon and activate the shrink ray. Shochan will stay out here as a failsafe with the backup ray in case things go wrong.”
“Nothing’s gonna go wrong, nerd.” Katsuki huffed, climbing up the side of the dragon head inside. “Hurry up or I’m leaving your ass behind.”
Izuku scrambled up the side of the dragon and entered, closing the hatch on the back of the dragon and sealing themselves in. Shouto took several steps back, fiddling with the earpiece Izuku gave to him.
Katsuki was already situated by the time Izuku sat down, his scowl truly reflective o his current feelings. His foot was bouncing impatiently as Izuku secured his seatbelt.
Izuku turned on his earpiece. “Can you hear me, Shochan?”
Katsuki and Izuku watched said boy nod instead of verbally respond. Katsuki slapped his forehead.
“Answer verbally, Icyhot.”
Shouto apologized. “I can hear you.”
“Alright.” Izuku muttered under his breath as he flickered several switches.
The dragon came to life, the wings unfurling and the body stretching to fully stand. Shouto took several steps back to avoid being knocked down by the tail.
“Commencing shrinkage.” Izuku told them.
Shouto watched the dragon shrink before his eyes. He picked it up when it was the size of a housecat before it continued to shrink.
At the end of the transformation, Shouto could barely see the tiny contraception. He could barely comprehend that his friends were in there, smaller than a no-see-um bug.
Shouto held the tiny dragon in his hand, eyebrows furrowed. “It’s tiny.”
“Where’s the fucking flame button?” Katsuki asked, looking over the control panel.
Izuku wisely kept that information to himself. “Ready for lift-off?”
Meanwhile, in Tenko’s room, the boys were eating dorayaki. One was peacefully eating the treat while the other was anxiously shoving it down his throat.
“I don’t know why you’re nervous.” Tenko said, swerving his go-kart on screen. “If anything happens, I’ll just decay the bird.”
Touya swallowed but did not comment. He really really didn’t want to mess this up. He wasn’t even sure how he got Keigo’s attention, let alone got asked out by him. He really admired the older boy and this whole date thing was a dream come true.
A knock came from downstairs. Touya yelped and promptly started choking on something. Assuming it was some leftover dorayaki, he swallowed, feeling the instant relief in his throat. He took a swig of water before standing, spinning in place.
“Do I look good?” Touya asked.
“Absolutely awful.” Tenko didn’t bother looking, instead choosing to send a red shell ahead of him.
Touya gave him the middle finger before running down the stairs to the front door. He ran a hand through his hair and breathed deeply before swinging the door open.
Keigo was dressed in a white shirt and jeans, his hair tousled to look lazy but Touya would bet he spent hours on it.
“Lookin’ nice, birdie.” Touya commented, ignoring his rapidly beating heart.
“Not too bad yourself.” Keigo smiled, a blinding white that made Touya’s knees shake. “Ready to go?”
Touya went to answer, only to burp in response. “O-oh, excuse me.” Touya’s face was surely a burning red.
Keigo, bless his heart, ignored the outburst. He offered his arm and together they walked down the street.
“Well, this is unfortunate.”
All Might stared down All for One. Both were currently tied up in the tablecloth, All Might on top of All for One. There had been a scuffle as the two traded blows back and forth before All for One had tripped over nothing and grabbed onto All Might in a vain attempt to stabilize himself. They both went down, rolling due to the force of All Might’s last hit, and found themselves in this predicament.
“I hate you.” All Might tried to wiggle his arms to see if he could reach his communicator to contact Nezu but it was fruitless.
"Fair."
And after that single word All for One gave exactly zero help, surely reveling in watching All Might struggle. The Pro-Hero just hoped his knee was digging into somewhere painfully.
“You’re never allowed to drive ever again!”
Izuku wrapped his arms protectively around his head, shielding himself from Katsuki. “I’m sorry! There was a draft, and I didn’t take into account the wind resistance as a smaller object to counteract-“
“We’re inside Icyhot’s brother!”
It was rather unfortunate. Izuku had been driving the dragon when a gust of wind blew them through Tenko’s window. Katsuki had screeched and grabbed the wheel in an attempt to stabilize the dragon but they ended up flying straight into Touya Todoroki’s open mouth.
They were swallowed and washed down with water. Katsuki had been fuming but didn’t let his Quirk loose, likely remembering that they did have a limited oxygen supply and explosion would quickly deplete that.
It didn’t help Katsuki’s nerves with Shouto chattering into their ear piece.
“Where did you guys go? Are you okay? Why are you in Tenko’s room? Is there-“
“Shut the fuck up, Icyhot!” Katsuki snapped, his hands gripping the arm rests of his seat.
A part of Izuku knew he should intervene lest he be vulnerable to one of Katsuki’s infamous explosions, but another was marveling at the sight of the human stomach. Izuku had, thankfully, installed night vision into the windshield and could see some of the cells in the organ.
It was truly fascinating! How many people could say they saw a working stomach on a cellular level and in person?
“Do I need to come and get you-“
“We’re in your brother!”
“. . . Is that a no?”
Katsuki screamed.
Izuku decided to take over the situation. “Okay, here’s what we’re going to do. We’re going to tap into Touya’s nervous system to see where he is. There’s two ways we can leave his body and I’m assuming you don’t want to-“
The look Katsuki gave him would’ve put him six feet under given the opportunity.
Izuku cleared his throat. “Right. Anyway, we’ll do that and-“
“He’s on a date.” Shouto informed them.
Izuku shared a look with Katsuki. “He’s. . . what?”
“He’s leaving the house with someone with red wings.” Izuku could picture his friend creeping behind the fence as this played out. “They’re holding hands.”
Katsuki ran a hand down his face with a groan. “What did I do to deserve this?”
Izuku chuckled nervously. “Well, plan still stands. We’ll use the legs of the dragon to connect to the nervous system so at the very least we can be aware of what is happening. Maybe we can find a way to communicate that way?”
“I’ll stop him.” Shouto said.
“What are you gonna tell him?” Katsuki scoffed. “Hey, Touya! My friends are currently in your stomach and we need you right now to either take a shit or-“
“Maybe not like that.” Izuku interrupted. “But if you can stop him, we’d be grateful.”
“Over and out.” Shouto whispered and Katsuki muttered something close to ‘loser’.
Izuku pulled up the vitals of the dragon to see what was damaged. If they could fly out of Touya’s mouth it would probably be easier for everyone. He was confused as to why the bottom of the dragon was steadily deteriorating until he realized what they were sitting in.
“Kacchan! We need to fly! Now!”
Katsuki didn’t ask questions, simply flicking the switches that would help stabilize the dragon for takeoff. Izuku wasn’t exactly sure how to take off while he was in a liquid, but it couldn’t be too hard, right?
Right.
Izuku tugged hard on the wheel and the dragon groaned in protest before flying out of the stomach acid. He made the dragon slowly fly in a circle of the stomach. He spotted a relatively smooth spot to land on the side of the stomach and attached the claws to the surface.
Katsuki took control of connecting to the nervous system and soon they were able to see what Touya was seeing.
It wasn’t exactly pretty.
“Touya-nii.” Shouto was in front of him, arms wide to prevent him from passing. “You can’t go with him.”
“Shouto. Not. Now.” Touya gritted out.
There was muffled snickers coming from Touya’s left, who must be the date.
“It’s cool.” Touya turned and the boys were able to see that it was Keigo speaking. “Take some time to talk to the little man.”
Keigo let go of Touya’s hand and stepped away from the brothers. Touya snatched Shouto’s arm and pulled him close.
“What do you want?”
“Izuku and Katuki are inside of you.” Shouto said with all the intensity and sincerity he possessed.
Touya opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again, and finally closed it. Finally, he said, “I don’t have time for games. What the fuck does that mean?”
“Izuku and Katsuki made a shrinking metal dragon and you ate them and now they’re inside of you.”
“Oi! Tell him we need him to get sick so we can get out, ‘cause we sure as hell ain’t coming out the other end!” Katsuki banged his fist on his chair and Izuku grabbed his hand to stop him from inflicting more damage.
“We need you to throw up.” Shouto told him.
“No way.” Touya released his grip on his brother. “I’m not throwing up and then continuing with my date with Keigo.”
“Fuck that.” Katsuki pushed Izuku back and took control of the dragon. “Icyhot. What makes your brother sick?”
“The teacups at the amusement park made him sick once.”
“Who are you talking to?” Touya demanded.
“Tell him we’re sorry!” Izuku shouted into the earpiece over Katsuki’s maniacal cackling.
He knew he would not be able to stop his brother from his plan. The best he could do was damage control.
Katsuki forcefully took control of Touya’s limb and forced him to walk towards the nearby park. Touya was protesting the whole way despite Shouto’s assurances that Izuku and Katsuki were sorry. Keigo trailed behind, confused and slightly fearful of what had happened to his date, but seeing as the younger Todoroki was not concerned, he shouldn’t be either.
The merry-go-round was in sight with several children playing on it. There was an open spot that Katsuki managed to get Touya to snag and jump on. At this point, Katsuki had taken complete control of Izuku’s seat and the green-haired boy moved to the other seat.
“Shit.” Touya muttered, feeling his face blanche.
Unfortunately for Katsuki, the spinning had thrown around the dragon inside the teen and he eventually lost control of the nervous system. On the bright side, bile was steadily rising up his throat.
Once Touya could feel his control over his limbs return to him, he jumped off the dangerous ride. He swallowed down whatever was in his throat and sighed in relief that he didn’t just spew in front of his crush.
He glowered at his brother and gave him the middle finger.
“You have fun there, Touya?” Keigo was at his side in an instant and Touya wasn’t sure if the beating of his heart was from the life-threatening event that just occurred or because he was in the presence of the cutest boy alive.
“Yep,” he said shortly, not confident he had completely quelled his queasiness.
Katsuki cursed as he banged his hand on the control panel. “What the fuck do we do now?”
They had ended at the bottom of the teen’s throat and were now stuck. They couldn’t go back down as they would be in the same predicament they were in earlier. Izuku hummed to himself, his hands itching to grab out his pen and notebook to come up with a plan, but he knew Katsuki would get louder.
“We just need to get Touya to cough us out. We're close enough to the exit.” Izuku said as if it were that simple. “And just because we can’t fly doesn’t mean we can’t walk.”
Katsuki sighed. “That’s much lamer.”
Izuku glared at his brother.
“Fine, fine! Let’s just leave.”
The dragon’s wings curled on its back and Katsuki started marching the dragon up the throat.
“You know what would make this better?” Izuku asked rhetorically. “Road music!”
“Don’t you dare-“
~ “Just the two of us,
In an esophagus.” ~
“Deku, if you don’t stop right now-“
~“It's time to get this mission rolling.”~
Katsuki shoved his hand over Izuku’s mouth and was promptly licked.
“Ugh!” Katsuki wiped his hand on his shorts, casting a nasty look over to the shorter boy. “Just sit there and be quiet.”
“But Kacchan!” Izuku moaned, leaning back dramatically in his chair.
Before Katsuki could win the argument, Touya’s throat suddenly contracted. He quickly put his seatbelt on and forced Izuku to do the same.
“Here we go,” Katsuki muttered to himself, tightening his hand on the steering wheel.
The cough sent the dragon and its two occupants soaring out of Touya’s mouth and into Shouto’s chest. Katsuki glided them down to the sidewalk.
“Shochan? You there?” Izuku asked, as if the boy wasn’t literally standing over them.
“Yes.”
“Good, good.” Izuku breathed a deep sigh of relief and Katsuki would have done the same if he were weak. “Can you find us and pick us up so we can get out at home?”
“Roger.” Shouto said unironically and Katsuki resisted the urge to yell at him.
It was quite heroic of him.
Touya watched his brother pick up a small. . . bug? off the floor and leave without a word.
He looked to Keigo. “I need to make a call.”
Keigo nodded understandingly and let Touya step away to do so.
The phone rang three times before it was picked up.
“Do you need me to decay him?”
“No. I need you to tell your brothers to talk to Shouto about boundaries.” Touya hissed.
“What did he do?” The asshole had the audacity to sound amused.
“He said your brothers somehow got inside of me and then my body was controlled to go on the fucking merry-go-round of all things to throw them up.”
There was a shift before Tenko spoke again. “You know what? This sounds like a you problem and I’m going to pretend you didn’t say anything about my brothers because I’ve almost completed this level an-“
Touya hung up with a click, cursing his best friend all the way.
“Ready to go?” Keigo asked, looking a little desperate, and yeah, Touya felt bad for the delay of their date.
He could deal with those little shits later.
The two men were found moments later by Kurogiri, who had simply come looking for his boss to ask what he wished to have for dinner.
The mist man glanced down at them in disappointment before setting to work to untangle them. He didn’t know why he expected anything normal from them. All for One had always been a mess and Kurogiri should be used to cleaning up after him. But alas, he still held hope that his boss would eventually grow into his two left feet and his intense personality.
He disposed of the tablecloth using one of his portals to send it into the storage room that would be cleaned at a later date. The two men immediate separated and started straightening their clothes.
Kurogiri spotted All for One’s newest invention, spying the obvious red button. He wasn’t sure why the villain insisted on including a self-destruct button on every machine but he did so anyway, despite Kurogiri’s multiple interventions.
He wasn’t surprised to see All Might’s eyes land on the button. He stepped away, watching his boss and the Pro-Hero scramble after one another to reach the machine first. All for One had a firm grasp on one of All Might’s ridiculous hair tufts whilst said man tried to flip the former over his shoulder.
The resulting action caused All for One’s elbow to hit the button, exploding the machine in a brilliant explosion of white and yellow and red. All for One screeched as if he were the one to have exploded and All Might launched himself into their air with a hearty “I am here!".
“Screw you, All Might!”
Kurogiri hated his job.
There was an audible crack and the two remaining men looked up through the hole All Might left behind. They watched, almost in slow motion, the giant teacup on top of the shop fell from its stand and fell towards them. Kurogiri warped them back home, hugging the man close to his chest.
They stood there for a minute, breathing heavily as they contemplated their almost-death.
“Kurogiri,” All for One backed away and dusted off his suit before fixing his tie, not a hint of remorse for his actions. “Clean this mess up.”
Again, Kurogiri hated his job.
Shouto had safely gotten the miniscule dragon and his friends home in one piece, only getting sidetracked by three separate stray cats.
He set them down in the backyard and Izuku active the ray to return them to the proper size. Katsuki had shoved his brother out of the way to get out first, quickly moving away from the dragon to the lone tree in their backyard.
Izuku crawled out afterwards and Shouto built ice steps for him to get to the ground. He ignored Katsuki’s sour remarks of Shouto only helping one of them and then immediately after stated how he wouldn’t have accepted help anyway.
Shouto didn’t bother wasting his breath.
“Izuku.” Shouto greeted and the boy smiled brilliantly.
“It was amazing, Shochan!” Izuku brushed his bangs out of his eyes, the green glittering in excitement. “I could have only dreamed of seeing cells in person and such detail!”
Shouto nodded as Izuku continued his rambles, not understanding half of the words he was saying but appreciating that he was speaking at all.
He glared when Katsuki interrupted.
“What do we do with it now?” Katsuki asked, slinging an arm around Izuku’s shoulders.
“I can make it smaller and we can store it.” Izuku suggested, grabbing the remote to direct the ray.
The metallic contraption shrunk to the size of a housecat. Shouto was absolutely delighted and immediately picked it up in his arms.
“Can I take it home?” He asked seriously.
Katsuki tched and Izuku shrugged. “Sure, if you’d like.”
“I would like.”
“Shut the fuck up.” Katsuki said though there wasn’t much bite behind it.
Shouto let a small smile slip on his lips and bid them goodbye.
Izuku and Katsuki watched him step out into the street. Shouto wondered why Katsuki looked so alarmed and started flying towards him with his explosions. He wanted to cry when Katuski pulled him back and he dropped the dragon, resulting it getting crushed by a giant rolling teacup.
“Fuck, Icyhot. Watch where you’re going? I’m not gonna save your ass next time.” Katsuki gave him a slight push once he was sure Shouto was capable of standing on two feet.
“Sorry for breaking it.” Shouto apologized.
“It’s okay, Shochan.” Izuku assured. He pulled out his notebook from thin air and rapidly flipped through the pages. “I still have the blueprints.”
A loud cry rapidly approached and the three boys swivleed to watch All Might land on the fence. He preened his wings, ignoring them completely.
“There you are, All Might.” Izuku smiled, stepping forward to stroke his head.
“Fuck yeah!”
Tenko jumped to his feet, his controller dropping to the floor. After numerous hours of sweat and a slightly decayed blanket, he beat the game!
“Suck it, green boyyy!”
He danced around his room, letting the final credits fuel his movements.
He collapsed onto his beanbag once the final notes ended, breathing heavily. He closed his eyes and smiled, relishing in his victory. He hoped Touya was feeling as accomplished as he was now.
Touya.
Tenko bolted into sitting.
Touya’s words sunk in from earlier, and so does the morning conversation of what the boys were gonna do today.
“Those brats!”