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Funnily enough, Bakugou had been the one to unintentionally set the starting line.
It was supposed to be a simple game night like many others. The class had opted for UNO, much to everyone’s annoyance but the explosive boy’s, who greatly enjoyed making everyone draw as many cards as possible — although it wasn’t really working out his way that time.
“I can’t believe you won’t let us use the +2 with the +4 just because the creators said it’s against the rules! It’s not like they’re gonna find out,” Mina groaned, already holding ten cards.
“Following the rules is essential to ensure the best game outcome!” Iida reprimanded her. “It’s your turn, Asui.”
“It’s Tsuyu. Draw four, Bakugou-chan. I will miss our game nights once this year is over, kero.”
“Fucking frog, this is the third time already! Is this a fucking conspiracy against me?!”
His growls were stopped by Kirishima’s quick thinking: shoving a chocolate chip cookie in his mouth. Midoriya gulped from his seat on the couch.
“Oh no, Kacchan never eats sweets before bed.”
“Just like my grandma,” Jirou casually says, ignoring Bakugou’s muffled swearing. “But yeah, it’s sad we’ll have to separate. We’ve been through so much together.”
“We can go shopping together every weekend!” Hagakure suggests.
“You forgot to say UNO, Toru. Two cards for you,” Ojiro says as he passes them to the girl.
Hagakure pouts, or so they guessed. “I don’t want to play anymore! Tokoyami, wanna take my place?”
“There’s no room for foolish games in the darkness engulfing my soul,” Tokoyami replies flatly; Dark Shadow, however, grabbed Hakagure’s cards and started shuffling them to study its next move.
“I don’t think we’ll be able to find a day that fits everyone’s schedules, we’ll be extremely busy with patrols and our agencies,” Momo stated, lifting her eyes from the book she was reading. Shoji nodded in agreement.
“Maybe we can try meeting once a month, that could be easier,” Satou said from the kitchen, still trying to get the perfect dough consistency.
“It’s okay, guys! We’re gonna see each other during missions and bonding on the battlefield is so manly too!”
“I don’t think we’ll have time to chat on the battlefield, Kiri. You know how it is, out there.”
“Mademoiselle Uraraka, you should lighten up… just like moi !”
“Maybe we can set up some Zoom meeting?” Kouda prompted.
“That could work too,” Shinsou agreed. He loves cats, sure, but he just couldn’t resist petting the white bunny snuggled in Kouda’s arms.
“I agree with Kirishima, we’re gonna see each other more than we want to during missions but it’s not the same as being always together,” Sero sighed.
“You dumb extras, just don’t get separated,” Bakugou mutters. “Fuckin’ UNO!”
“You don’t mean…” Todoroki failed to continue his sentence because Kaminari, who was supposedly asleep, stepped in vehemently.
“Let’s establish our own hero agency! Kacchan, you’re a genius!”
“Tell me something I don’t know, Dunce Face.”
They all cheered so loud that Aizawa, suspecting a villain attack, jumped in the common room from a window, forgetting about stairs altogether.
One week suspension for violating curfew and procured alarm.
<8:48 PM>
Group chat: aizawa-sensei’s worst nightmare
Yaomomo
Guys, sorry to disturb you at this hour but were you all serious yesterday?
alien kween
OFC!!!!
toomanylimbs
Yes momo
froppyfrog
I mean, it’s not a bad idea. we could stay together and do our hero work
Izukumight
And we already know each others’ quirks too! No need to adjust to other heroes’. There are a few cons though
Izukumight is typing…
Izukumight is typing…
Izukumight is typing...
KING EXPLOSION MURDER
quit it deku or I’ll explode ur face
Izukumight
K sorry kacchan
JirouJack 🎶
We could form different groups to better respond to emergencies, that’d be so dope
Candyman
well said!!!!
/darkness, can’t see. it’s daylight but i’m not me/
We’re not Hawks, though. We can’t just go out and establish an agency at 18 like he did
u can’t see me (shine)
says who u gloomy birb????
plus we’re already of age in some countries, we’re Full Grown-Ups ;)
Soba my beloved
I refuse to work in my dad’s agency anyway so I’m in
sero-fan (get it??)
We have THEE todoroki on our side, nobody can stop us now
they are my crocs!!!
aizawa-sensei can apparently :( it sucks that we can’t leave our rooms, not manly at all
froppyfrog
it’s like he’s our dad
oh wait he is lol
Yaomomo
LOL
He really is. However, I think we should do all of this on our own and don’t bother Aizawa-sensei :/
Idaten-ya
I agree, we need to be responsible. He’s done enough for us.
Izukumight
yeah, maybe it’d be better to work on this on our own
alien kween
y’all too serious but i agree
sero-fan (get it??)
yup yup you’re right
hypnocat
guys what if I wanted to be an underground hero? I’m not that comfortable under the spotlight…
Tornado Tailman
Mood
Anyway I don’t think that would be a problem shinsou, you’ll lead the underground operations
Just like aizawa-sensei
Idaten-ya
I thought a lot over this and opening a hero agency with you guys would truly be an honour. I can’t wait.
*Zero_Gravity_Uravity*
Wow class president, easy with the merrymaking :’D
Animavox
How should we call the agency?
pikaminari
Now we asking the real questions!!!!!
twinkle twinkle little star
SHINY CAMEMBERT AGENCY ✨
KING EXPLOSION MURDER
fuck NO
KING EXPLOSION MURDER removed twinkle twinkle little star
KING EXPLOSION MURDER
go to fuckin sleep extras
*Zero_Gravity_Uravity*
you’re a mean one mr. Grinch
KING EXPLOSION MURDER removed *Zero_Gravity_Uravity*
Aizawa Shouta knows his students too well to not suspect something is up. It’s the way they look distracted during classes, but somehow still manage to answer his questions. It’s the way they all group together at Lunch Rush, around one table, and murmur for the entirety of lunch break. It’s the way Kaminari, of all them, has asked for clarification about opening a hero agency, and the way Bakugou slapped him on the nape. The way Midoriya, the Problem Child himself, whispers under his breath for fifteen minutes and not even Bakugou Katsuki stops him. As their homeroom teacher and overall distrustful person, one week later he decides to take matters into his own hands: the devil you know it’s better than the devil you don’t, after all.
<6.13 PM>
Group chat: Class 3-A (EMERGENCIES ONLY)
Aizawa Shouta (Eraserhead)
What are you pests plotting?
For which reason I’m going to get grey hair this time?
Jirou Kyoka (Earphone Jack)
Ooooo sensei’s danger senses are tingling
Yaoyorozu Momo (Creati)
Everything is fine, sensei. Don’t worry!
Aizawa Shouta (Eraserhead)
Yaoyorozu, if it’s 3-A I always worry
Uraraka Ochaco (Uravity)
AWWWWWW sweet
Iida Tenya (Ingenium)
We’re shaping our future, sensei, like you taught us to.
Aizawa Shouta (Eraserhead)
I didn’t teach you to give me headaches and yet here we are. Care to share what’s in your mind?
Midoriya Izuku (Problem Child)
We want to open our own hero agency!
Aizawa Shouta (Eraserhead)
Your own Hero Agency?
Midoriya Izuku (Problem Child)
Don’t worry, though! We’ll do everything on our own and we won't bother you!
Kirishima Eijirou (Red Riot)
!!! Isn’t it the best idea ever sensei??? hehe
Aizawa Shouta (Eraserhead)
We’ll see about that.
And don’t say that, problem child. If that was a bother for me, I should leave the teaching career.
Anyway, good to hear you aren’t about to flood Heights Alliance again, have a good night.
Hagakure Toru (Invisible Girl)
Oh come on sensei, that happened once and it was an accident >:(
Todoroki Shouto (Shouto)
Okay dad, see you tomorrow
Shinsou Hitoshi (Brainrot? Seriously?)
have a good night dad
Aizawa groans loudly at their last messages, for his own good he also decides to ignore it. Cheeky brats, all of them.
Uraraka Ochako (Uravity)
Goodnight, sensei. We love u <3 <3
Kaminari Denki (Chargebolt)
Yes we do!!!
Aizawa Shouta (Eraserhead)
...
Kouda Koji (Anima)
Sensei…?
Kaminari Denki (Chargebolt)
oh my fucking god he fucking dead
Iida Tensei (Ingenium)
Aizawa-sensei caught Kaminari with the capture weapon from the window
Ashido Mina (Pinky)
what’s with this windows obsession now????
Shinsou Hitoshi (Brainrot? Seriously?)
I have a feeling he’s trying to resist the urge to yeet himself from one
Aizawa Shouta (Eraserhead)
Don’t you dare make me read yeet with my own two eyes ever again.
Go to sleep, brats. I’ll see you tomorrow.
All the kids are gathered in the common room, sprawled on the floor along with tons of stationery and paper sheets.
“So, let's sum it up: Rainy Days Team with Mina, Hanta, Kouji, Ochako, and Tsuyu,” Momo starts browsing through her frankly worrying amount of notes. “Then we have the Underground Team with Mezou, Hitoshi, Mashirao, Fumikage, and Toru.”
Tokoyami nods knowingly. “The Rainy Days team is perfect for unfavourable meteorological conditions.”
“And with Dark Shadow and my stealth skills, we’re gonna own the underground operations!” Hagakure cries, delighted.
“I can’t believe you dumbasses are really going for the Rainy Days thing,” Bakugou mutters, and Iida shushes him before starting his own recap.
“Then we have the Unstoppable Team with Todoroki, Kirishima, Satou, Yaoyorozu, and me. Last but not least, the Resilient Team formed by Midoriya, Jirou, Kaminari, Aoyama, and Bakugo.”
“Ah?! Why is Kirishima in another group?”
“Missing each other already, lovebirds?”
Mina dodges an explosion out of sheer luck and speed, but in her haste, she falls from the bean bag on her back and Katsuki laughs with a sadistic smile painted on his face.
“There’s still a lot of work to do and it’s going to be a tough nut to crack but... Let’s hear your name ideas first! I’m actually very excited to hear them!” Momo claps after setting her notes into a neat stack. Kirishima doesn’t fail to notice how hard she’s trying to hide her worried tone. It’s Momo after all, she’s amazing and she's surely going to sort out whatever it’s worrying her.
“Yuuga, Bakugou-san politely asked to avoid cheese and sparkles, if you don’t mind.”
Aoyama actually does mind but he isn’t surprised by this request.
“I’ll break the ice myself then!”
“Do you need a hand?” Todoroki asks, puzzled.
“It’s just an expression, Todoroki! Let’s hear it, Aoyama!” Uraraka chimes in.
“Brillant Heroes! ”
“No-fucking-French!”
“Aoyama, don’t!” Shoji pleads, stopping him from obliterating Bakugou — and the entire common room — with a Navel Buffet.
“Heroes Rising!” Midoriya.
“The Coolest Agency!” Hagakure.
“The Rocking Heroes!” Jirou.
“The Gentle Heroes?” Kouda.
“Heroes Agency,” Todoroki.
“Super Agency!” Kaminari.
“Righteous Heroes,” Iida.
“The Sweetest Agency!” Satou.
“The Manliest Heroes!” Kirishima.
“The Rainy Days Agency!” Ashido.
“Brave-heart Heroes!” Ochako.
“The Kingdom Come Agency,” Tokoyami.
“Multitask Heroes,” Shoji.
“The Mighty Explosive Heroes!” Bakugo.
“The Friends’ Agency,” Asui.
“Tightly-taped Heroes!” Sero.
Midoriya smiles sheepishly at his scribbled notes: all those names are positively… peculiar, to say the least. It’s gonna be an impossible task to choose one without letting others down. As he recounts the names, he realises one is still missing. “Shinsou, you didn’t say yours!”
“Oh, uh… It’s actually kind basic but… what about ‘The A-gency’?” Hitoshi tries, with the lowest voice they had ever heard him speak with.
A deep silence falls over them and Shinsou nothing but desires to disappear underground.
“Dude, it rocks!” Jirou breaks the silence with an excited cry and jumps on her feet.
“It slaps so hard, man!” Kaminari confirms and gives him a thumbs up for good measure when Shinsou starts rubbing his neck, embarrassed: there are just too many eyes on him and that’s unsettling. But they’re his friends, a family he’d dare to say, so he indulges them as much as he can.
“It’s great, Shinsou-kun! Good job,” Iida gives him a friendly pat on the shoulder.
The volume is too loud for them to realise the dorms’ room is now open, and Aizawa and Eri are on the threshold, observing the chaos that has ensued thanks to his protégée’s idea. Ashido, Kirishima, Sero, and Uraraka are victory-dancing, Iida is following with his robotic dance moves; Aoyama, Dark Shadow, Kouda, Hagakure are clapping; Kaminari and Asui are hugging Shinsou — clearly against his will; Momo, Jirou, Midoriya, Tokoyami and the rest of the class are chatting loudly, red-cheeked and thrilled out of their minds.
Well, that’s quite the scene to witness, Aizawa thinks as warmth and pride fill his chest.
Eri looks a bit overwhelmed by the uproar and seeks refuge into her caretaker’s arms, even if she always says she’s too grown-up for that. You’re never too grown up to ask for help, he always reminds her. Aizawa decides it’s time to let them acknowledge his presence and walks up to the boisterous crowd with Eri sitting on his right hip.
It’s an uncomfortable position and he has to shift on his real leg, but her comforting weight reminds him how far she has come from the day they first met.
“So, what’s the reason for this mess?”
“Aizawa-sensei! Eri!”
His students are literally beaming and smiling and he wonders if his heart can actually take this much happiness all at once. “We were deciding our hero agency’s name and Shinsou proposed the best name!” Mina explains, ruffling the boy’s hair in the meantime. “Tell him, wonder boy!”
“The A-gency.”
“I like it!” Eri squeals, clapping her hands.
“Thank you, Eri,” and he goes for a little fist bump.
“Good for you, class,” their sensei is using his standard dead-inside voice but at this point, they’ve known him long enough to see past his cold facade; the glint of pride in his eyes doesn’t lie. Shota is sickenly proud of them, what a softie.
“Hopefully you have thought about taxes, too.”
Okay, maybe he’s not that much of a softie.
“Uhh…”
A few dubious voices hum together and all of a sudden the joy dies out. Maybe opening an agency isn’t that easy. They’ll have to sort out this one as well.
“That’s actually my worry, sensei. I looked up some things and tried writing a business plan but it’s hard and many things aren’t adding up,” Yaoyorozu says, there’s shame in her voice and that look in her eyes that Aizawa has learned to recognize. No way he’s letting all that precious work on her self-confidence go to waste.
“Do you want some help with your agency project?”
All those toothy grins are all that takes to have him sit in the common room with twenty teenagers surrounding him while he explains what taxes are. Maybe they’re not that wrong when they call him dad.
“We’ll never be able to pay this much rent,” Ashido mumbles as she scans through various advertisements.
Their third year is almost over and their schedules are jammed packed with exams, assignments, and their traineeship stages. Preparation for their dream can’t be stopped though, which means that every second of free time has to be dedicated to their future agency.
Team Rainy Days plus Aizawa is currently sprawled around the common room, each one with a different task assigned.
“Aizawa-sensei, what about bank loans?” Ochako asks hesitantly. She had been assigned to loans intel gathering and she’s doing poorly with all those shocking ciphers.
“You need a warrantor, there’s no bank that will give you loans this high without someone guaranteeing for you,” he replies, still typing on the keyboard of his laptop. Eri is sitting right next to him on the sofa, happily napping the afternoon away after playing with Deku all morning.
“Oh… right. What do you think, Tsu? Should we ask Momo’s parents to help?”
“That could be an idea. What if we asked Todoroki-chan to give us Endeavor’s card again? If we buy the entire building we don’t need loans, kero,” she replies with a straight face. Aizawa snorts.
“That’s illegal, Asui, unfortunately. I will guarantee for you, don’t bother your parents. I already did that in front of the Hero Commission.”
“You did?!” Well, that’s a lot of emotions from Tokoyami and Shoji.
“You would do that for us, sensei?!” Ashido’s black and yellow eyes are so wide open, Shouta fears they might pop out of their head
“Yes, there’s no other option anyway. Don’t make me regret it,” he warns them softer than he had planned to. He hides the remaining pieces of his scrambled pride behind the reading glasses. “And don’t you try to hug me. Now go back to work.”
“Yes, sensei! And thank you!”
You’re more than welcome, problem children.
A few weeks later — after meticulously planning their time schedules — the entire class finds some free time to go see the office they had found on the development company site.
Aizawa Shouta is there with them of course, and Mic had decided to tag along to ‘be sure they weren’t renting a shanty since Aizawa is with us’.
Mina and Aoyama are delighted to have someone with whom he can share his sense of fashion.
“Shouta, I can already tell this wasn’t your pick,” Mic says as he lowers his sunglasses to admire the stunning skyscraper towering over them.
“Ashido found it and the class chose to come see it, I’m nothing more than a walking wallet right now,” is his grumpy reply.
“I have a feeling Midoriya liked it because it’s near the Might Tower, kero.”
Midoriya’s impossibly red face shone like a beacon of confirmation.
“Come on, let’s get inside, listeners!”
Thankfully, Mic takes the lead of the rambunctious group as expected.
“Wow, this building is huge!”
Eri is a quiet kid and he would easily forget she’s there with him, if it wasn’t for their hands holding most of their time out of U.A. “It really looks like the perfect place for Heroes because it’s so close to the sky! It’s very Plus Ultra!”
He gives her a delighted grin. "Yeah, this building is very Plus Ultra. Let’s see how it is inside, mh?”
They step inside one of the many elevators and reach the 15th floor. The group is all huddled in front of the office door, almost vibrating in anticipation. They had been waiting for them.
There is something Aizawa would never openly admit and it’s that all of his students are so thoughtful, sweet and kind-hearted, definitely too pure for this world.
He indulges a very excited Eri dragging him inside by pulling on his sleeve and observes as his kids’ mouths go slack at the amount of sunlight coming from the huge windows.
The best thing about this place is the extremely reasonable price — courtesy of an old friend — considering the district where it’s situated.
It’s arranged on two floors, there are fifteen offices in total, a little kitchen, a common room, a huge conference room and frankly more bathroom than they will actually need. It’s perfect. Furniture is included, too.
There’s going to be plenty of time to decorate and refurnish at whim.
“It’s perfect,” Shinsou voices his thoughts, his tired purple eyes are filled with a light Aizawa had never seen before, not even when he got accepted into the Hero course. It’s the realisation his dream is about to become reality; actually, the entire class is sharing the same awestruck look.
And it’s pulling on his heartstrings.
Opening his own agency with Nemuri, Oboro and Hizashi might haven’t become true but it hasn’t died : it still lives through his students, the same students Nemuri protected until her last breath; the same students Oboro would have spoiled like crazy; the same students that fought shoulder to shoulder with Hizashi and him; the same students he has learned to love like his own children, like family. That dream inflames their young hearts, burns through their hopeful eyes, fuels them and gives them the strength to never give up.
For a second, he feels Oboro right next to him. And even if it’s not him — it’s Hizashi’s hand squeezing his own, a comforting smile on his lips — he still feels him.
Are you watching them, Nemuri? Are you proud of them? Are you watching over me at night when I can’t sleep?
Are you watching them? Are you watching me from over the clouds, Oboro?
On their graduation day, 3-A throws the biggest party U.A. had ever seen–and Present Mic and Midnight had studied there.
The girls are all dolled up in their lovely and colourful dresses, the boys are wearing stylish suits, some opting for ties and bow ties. Kirishima had even managed to shove Bakugo in a black three-piece suit.
The music is so loud and Mic is having the time of his life at the console. Aizawa, however, would love to disappear and nap the party away. He groans when, for the umpteenth time, Jirou tries to change the music genre and Mic’s voice gets progressively louder to keep her away. He has too many children to look out for.
“Shouta-san, does that mean that I’ll never see my friends again?”
Eri has been upset since early morning and couldn’t just wrap her head around the fact that in a few days, she’ll wake up and won’t find Deku outside the door, ready for their morning stroll.
“It means they won’t live here anymore but that doesn’t mean you won’t see them again. We’ll visit them often, that’s a promise.”
“But we haven’t seen Lemillion-san in a while,” the little girl retorts.
And she is right, actually. He’s working like crazy at Nighteye’s agency and barely has time to breathe.
Another thing he wouldn’t say out loud, not even if tortured, but he’s glad he’ll get to see them almost every day thanks to patrols and conjoined missions.
Eri, in her red dress and hair styled in two big buns, looks a bit more relaxed now; she starts smiling when she spots Deku and Uraraka laughing at Kirishima and Iida’s dance moves. Her little eyes study the garden of U.A., decorations and garlands fill her with joy and wonder; everyone is dancing, fruit punch is being spilled everywhere.
“Why don’t you go with them and have fun?” Aizawa nudges Eri, hoping to instill some courage in her. They’re sitting aside on a bench, after all, not really a fun activity.
“Shouta-san, I don’t know how to dance.”
“It’s okay, most of them don’t either. Just look at Midoriya,” he points to the Problem Child as he’s being dragged by his classmates into a random dance he doesn’t seem to get quite right yet.
“Can you teach me how to dance?” Eri asks, and he’d love to lie to her innocent face and tell her that no, he can’t because he doesn’t know how. Unfortunately, he does know some basic moves because of Nemuri — because she just had to teach him, apparently.
“You’ll never find someone if you don’t know how to dance! ” his friend had said. Like he had ever needed to find someone anyway.
“I guess I can teach you something, yes,” he indulges her.
They get closer to the dance floor, which was courtesy of Cementoss, and Aizawa instructs her to step on his feet and hold his hands steady as he moves to show her some basic steps. Her delighted giggles catch the attention of the entire class, and Mic of course had to comment on the scene.
“Well, little listeners! Turns out Eraserhead has yet another skill up his sleeve!”
His voice booms through the speakers and Aizawa is seriously considering making him sleep on the sofa that evening. That thought leaves his mind quickly though, because he’s too focused on helping Eri nail a perfect pirouette.
“Aww, this is the cutest thing ever!” Ochako squeals, probably even more delighted than Eri herself.
“I’m almost jealous, I want to dance with Aizawa-sensei too!” Hagakure says, hands on her hips but smiling at the scene.
“Y’all, are you seeing that too yes? Aizawa-sensei CAN DANCE! Somebody pinch me!” An overjoyed Mina is jumping on her spot, clinging to Momo’s arm. “Ouch! Why did you do that, Todoroki?”
“You said to pinch you,” the boy shrugs.
“Well, what an unexpected turn of events,” Asui croaks, amused.
“Mind your damn businesses, problem children,” he complains, trying to shield his face from the way-too-bright smiles surrounding him and Eri.
When Yamada finally stops bickering with Jirou, he approaches Shouta with the most shit-eating grin Aizawa had ever seen on him. It’s frighteningly similar to his own, maybe they spend too much time together.
“Ya big ol’ softie, you having fun?”
“Stop,” and his eyes turn into an eerie shade of red.
“Fine, fine! Wanna dance with me, little listener?” Mic gives his hand to Eri that she gladly accepts, feeling confident in her newly-learned moves. From afar, Aizawa watches in horror as Mic tries to teach her those weird moves he had seen the kids do, ‘flossing’, or whatever they were called.
“Sensei, sensei! Come with me, please!” Hagakure grabs his arm and drags him through the garden, until they reach the other side where most of the class is… waiting for him? And there’s Mic too, who’s giving him an incomprehensible yet soft look. His eyes are rimmed red.
“Conspiring against me, are you?”
Iida shakes his head firmly. “No, sensei! We wanted to give you something!”
Okay, that is unexpected. He has successfully dodged all of their gifts and birthday parties during the last three years because he’s an awkward man and their awkward, hobo teacher; and they don’t owe him anything anyway, because that’s just his job, to help them grow into the best version of themselves.
“Sensei, during these past three years you’ve dedicated your entire being to us, it almost cost you your own life and we’d never be able to thank you enough for that. You helped us grow and you gave us the chance to be there to live our future. You’ve believed in us since the first moment and that pushed us to go beyond our limits and continually improve ourselves, and for that we’re grateful. You’ve played a crucial role in our lives and despite your teachings, we don’t want to move on if you’re not with us. This,” Momo activates her Creation and from her arm, a paper sheet appears. “This is the last thing we ask you as your students.”
Shaking, calloused hands reach for the paper Yaoyorozu is holding. Silently, he reads the black words printed over it. His eyes give a quick glance to the students gathered around him and he falters under the crushing weight of their watery eyes and his own realisation.
HERO A-GENCY
Contract of Employment
Fresh tracks of tears cut through his cheeks and his arms open when his mouth can’t. His kids, partner, adopted daughter are all on him and they fit together like puzzle pieces; they belong together like only a family does.
The future is bright for him, too.
You really turned into a softie, huh, sensei?”
Bakugo shoves an uncorked beer into his hands. Aizawa eyes it and then his student, but gladly accepts the much-needed alcohol and takes a long sip from the bottle.
“No, I’m just too tired to rebut.”
“You can always refuse the job offer,” the blond kid scoffs.
“So you’re free to kill Midoriya? Not on my watch, you beast. And I guess working together won’t be that bad. I’m proud of you all,” he says in earnest. It’s the truth, after all.
They don’t know how much he had wanted to open his own agency, but after losing Shirakumo everything lost meaning, and his and his friends’ lives had gotten too busy to even consider the option again. His amazing class had given him the chance to experience his teenage dream and he couldn’t be more proud of them, and himself for pushing his boundaries.
“Careful, the others might hold it against you.”
“You hold against me everything I say already,” there’s a moment of hesitation as his eyes tear from the crowd and land on Bakugou, holding his own beer bottles and peacefully sipping on it like nothing is wrong in the world. When he realises he has been caught, Katsuki fires his explosion and reaches the other side of U.A. in a matter of seconds.
“Bakugou, for fuck’s sake!”
The air duct is so painfully strict and it’s doing awful things to his poor back. He ignores the way Shinsou is looking mockingly at him.
“Tired, Eraser?”
“Shut up, Mindjack, and stay alert,” he snaps, still whispering. “I’m still as agile as I was five years ago.”
“Yeah, sure. Tailman, how’s the situation outside?” Shinso turns on his earpiece used for team communication.
“We’re ready. Tsukuyomi and I are in position,” Ojiro confirms.
“Tentacole?” he calls out, after changing radiofrequency.
“Everything is alright, Mindjack. The building has been evacuated and the police are gathering around the building.”
“Good. Eraser, what about Invisible Girl?”
“Are you in position, Invisible Girl?” Aizawa asks on his own earpiece.
“I’m right outside the room, Eraserhead. Ready when you are!”
He gives Shinsou a thumbs up and observes as he fixes his support item to mimic the voice of the dealers’ boss.
Said dealers are leisurely sprawled on dirty and old armchairs, being none the wiser about what was going on around them. Or so they hope.
“Slacking off, huh, you ugly mugs ?” Shinsou speaks and as expected, they immediately jump on their feet, scared shitless.
“Boss?!”
Got ‘em .
“Stop right there,” and Mindjack’s orders are absolute. The criminals freeze on their respective spots.
Both Heroes jump out the air vent. As Shinsou approaches to tie the villains up, Eraserhead spots one of them lifting a hand while holding a giant kitchen knife.
Shit, a bluff.
The knife is only a few inches from Shinsou’s back when an invisible force bodyslamming their attacker to the floor.
“How dare you try to hurt my colleagues, you boot?!”
“Great job, Invisible Girl!” Aizawa almost shouts and runs to block the rebel with his own capture weapon. At the same time, perfectly coordinated, Shinsou starts giving detailed orders to those who are still under his Brainwashing.
In a few minutes, they all reach the exit of the building, Shinsou leading a group of three tied with his own weapon and Aizawa with another one, carefully kept under the influence of his Erasure; Hagakure watches their back and keeps in touch with Detective Tsukauchi, who’s waiting for them outside along with the other criminals caught by Ojiro and Tokoyami.
Operation complete.
An hour later, after the trip to the police station for depositions, the mission is officially over. Fuckin’ finally.
“You all did great,” Aizawa compliments them and relishes the way they still get embarrassed after years of underground operations. “Let’s bail before the journalists find us.”
The car ride to the agency is silent and comfortable, so comfortable that both Tokoyami and Hagakure pass out from exhaustion and start snoring like two old grandmas. Ojiro has to stifle his laughter.
Their welcome is warmer than expected as the entire squad rushes to the entrance of the A-gency Tower, cheering and screwing.
“We watched everything from Eraser-san’s bodycam! I was so nervous when that man attacked Hitoshi!”
Aizawa says nothing but grins under his scarf. Sure, Momo gets worried a lot during missions but she also could snap a neck with no hesitation whatsoever if that meant saving one of her friends’ lives. Luckily for the criminals, she wasn’t in the Underground Team.
“Toru, that was so dope! Did you floor the guy with that technique you learned from Ojiro?” Kaminari is literally sparkling because of built-up electricity. An excited squeal confirms his guess.
“That was so élégant, mademoiselle !”
“You guys better give me all the details, this interview won’t do itself!” Mina pouts. “I couldn’t watch because I had to do all the paperwork!”
“Don’t worry, Deku took notes as usual!” Uraraka says as she grabs the notes from the boy’s hand to Ashido’s. “There you go!”
“The Number One Hero taking notes during our mission? I’m flattered,” Aizawa jokes. His straight face always confuses Midoriya, but he simply smiles and rubs one cheek with a finger.
“Where’s Eri, anyway? We should get going, it’s late.”
“She’s sleeping upstairs on the sofa, in Bakugou’s office. She was worried for him because he got hurt during his patrol and since he refused to go to the hospital, she was adamant about healing him,” Jirou debriefs her ex-teacher as informatively as she can. “They were both sleeping last time I checked on them.”
“Thank you, Jirou, I’ll go get her. Who’s on patrol duty right now?”
“Todoroki, he’s with Present Mic, Edgeshot, and Best Jeanist. Trying to avoid patrol time with his father,” Uraraka says as she checks their time schedule.
“Figures,” Aizawa comments flatly. “Remember to take breaks, problem children. Overworking yourself won’t do any good to you or society.”
“Same thing for you, sensei.”
Another rough day at the A-gency, but it’s sure worth it.
Being a pro Hero is the best thing that has ever happened to the entirety of class 1-A, that’s for sure. However, nothing ever prepares you to the mountains of paperwork piling up over your desk. Paperwork and letters.
As pro Heroes, they receive an enormous quantity of fan mail and Iida is the appointed sorter because of his responsibility; they had tried to give this task to Kaminari and Sero but they had laughed their ass off the entire day at Bakugou’s mail, until they had to be forcibly removed from their desks.
Iida might be uptight, but at least he doesn’t read their letters.
As the clock ticks, Iida shuffles through piles of letters, he finds 21 identical letters. He finally finds his own and with collected excitement, he opens it.
INVITATION LETTER
24th of September, 2035, Musutafu, Japan
International Hero Convention Committee
Dear Ingenium,
“EVERYONE IN THE CONFERENCE ROOM NOW! EMERGENCY MEETING!”
Iida shouts at the microphone and sprints out of his office and towards the room, almost crashing against Satou and Kouda.
“What is it, Iida?!”
“God, Iida! You scared the entire building!”
“You better start explaining, Glasses, before I explode you into the next century!”
“Read this!”
There are a few minutes of silence where all the class A heroes scan their letters multiple times.
Iida can barely contain his excitement.
One of Bakugo’s explosions pulls everyone out of their trance-like state and the group starts rejoicing at full volume.
“We’re going to the International Hero Convention!”
“As main guests!”
“Fuck yeah!!!”
“If you don’t stop screaming right now I’m gonna have all of you fired,” Aizawa makes his appearance, still in his shocking pink joggers and black sweater — he’s fresh from an all-nighter — and slippers, a cup of coffee in his hand.
“Aizawa-sensei!!!”
They all shout in unison at the top of their lungs as they hurl themselves at top speed towards their elected dad; once again, a group of muscular 20--something-year olds try to kill him by squeezing the air out of him, and right in the middle of the hallway. Aizawa listens to their muffled screams and murmurs as they repeat that it’s only thanks to him — absolutely not true, they worked hard for this — and that they’ve been ’blessed’, over and over again. Maybe they’re right, who knows; maybe they’ve actually been blessed.
As his eyes fill with tears, he thinks that it’s safe to assert he is the most blessed one amongst all of them.
<That evening>
Hizashi
shoutaaaaa <3 <3 omg
kirishima told me ur coming to the hero convention
did u hit ur head that hard during tonight’s patrol
Shou-chan
Very funny Hizashi
I’m going because they asked me to, since there will be some sort of charity event right after
I’m not joining any panel
And Eri really wanted to go already so it was already planned
Hizashi
you’ve gone SO soft, i’m glad ur not as constipated as u were when we first met
Shou-chan
I wasn’t constipated,
the hell are you talking about
Hizashi
Lmao k whatever floats ur boat i guess
im proud of them and im proud of u
u deserve this and even more
Shou-chan
Shut up, you’re delirious
Your typing doesn’t even make sense
Hizashi
And ur adorable bc u don’t know how to take compliments
i’m so pumped man, i can’t wait to host their panels
Shou-chan
I can see that
Do you want something for dinner?
Hizashi
nope, don’t bother cooking for me, i’ll just grab a hamburger on my way back
Shou-chan
Okay see you later then,
have fun with the broadcast :-)
Hizashi
thank youuuu <3
wait did u just use an emoji?!
Shou-chan
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Hizashi
WOW
geez, these kids really did a number on you, you’re too soft to be true
what if i asked u to marry me
Shou-chan
…
Ask me tomorrow, I don’t have any more tears left to cry today
but I guess I’d say yes
Hizashi
that’s what I thought, a certified softie :’)