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Oh kami, this was actually happening. 

Izuku was standing hand in hand with Hitoshi infront of classroom 1A. He was going to be a student in the Heroics Department of UA, and somehow was also Nedzu's personal student. 

He felt exactly like he felt when first stepping into UA. Excited, overwhelmed, bursting with energy, restless, anxious, nervous, and one second from spiralling in his own thoughts.

Of course, lovely boyfriend saw right through him and squeezed his hand reassuringly. Izuku, Hitoshi and Neito have been dating for not even a week, but all three of them knew that this was the best decision they could have ever made. Neito had heroics right now, they had started at six a.m. something about meditation was going on, which apparently required them to hike up a mountain. Point being, Neito was beyond livid that he couldn't be there for the greenette on his first day in the Heroics Department. 

Toshi pulled him slightly against his side and put the arm that wasn't holding his hand around his shoulder and gave him a light squeeze.

"Don't worry, Zuzu, I'll be with you the whole time today, and if anyone gives you shit, I'll beat their ass." The presence of the gravity defying purple haired teenager had already helped immensely against his nerves, but that nickname and the declaration to keep him safe practically made him melt into the embrace. He untangled his hand from the taller one's and returned the hug fiercely. Face nuzzled into his neck he breathed in Toshi's scent. The faint smell of his anxiety relieving sandalwood essential oil made its way into his nose and he immediately untensed a bit more. 

"I know, but I'm still nervous. What if they don't like me? What if I screw up? What if-" He was spiralling again, but Hitoshi cut him off by putting a hand up to cup the back of his head and carded through the curls. 

"Shh, stop with the 'What-ifs'. It'll be alright. And if we have a problem we can go to Aizawa Sensei for help. He has a very strict 'no-bullshit-under-my-watch-mentality' and I'd be dammned if he turned a blind eye on something like that."

To emphasise his words he gently tugged on his hair, resulting in making Izuku look into his eyes. His breath almost hitched. Their hips were flushed together, one of Toshi's hands wrapped around his waist and the other had shifted from the back of his head to holding the side of his face, under his jawline and a bit under and behind his ear. He was still clutching around his boyfriend's waist with both hands, lightly gripping the back of his uniform.

A small blush crept onto his cheeks, and he nodded. He was right after all. He knew from enough stories and from his own interactions with the teacher that he was practically feared by most of the student body. 

He took another deep breath while nuzzling his face back again into his neck and stayed like that for a moment longer, basking in the heavenly scent, before pulling away and giving a determined look. Hitoshi apparently liked that and gave him one of his genuine smirks. 

They let go of their hands, still not ready to out themselves to the school yet (they'd made sure to be as early as possible to avoid people in the hallways), and Izuku pushed open the door. 

What he didn't see coming though was a big student with short dark blue hair and glasses speeding towards him, one arm in a weird chopping motion, the other seemingly not present. 

"Good morning! You must be the new transfer student! Welcome to class 1A, my name is Iida Tenya, and I am the class representative. I am looking forward to working with you!"

Woah, that guy's ... energetic ... but he seems nice.

"Good morning to you too! My name is Midoriya Izuku. I'm also looking forward to working with you, Iida! As class representative, do you by any chance know where I'll be sitting?" 

Iida pushed his glasses up with his pointer finger before answering.

"Yes, I do! You see, we had a student switch Departments so now his spot is free. However, he didn't sit in his assigned spot and switched seats with a classmate. Your seat is in the second to last row in the row next to the wall. Be aware though, he used to randomly through glitter around for some reason and we haven't been able to completely get rid of everything."

That was quite the information onslaught. The warning about the glitter was nice though. 

"Thank you! I really appreciate it!" He said, smiling his signature sunshine smile. Yeah, he could work with Iida. Up until now he was nice, hopefully that'd stay like that, even after he eventually found out that he was quirkless. 

"No problem, Midoriya! It is my duty as class representative, after all!"

Iida went back to his seat, and he watched as the boy sat down, posture almost military straight, and went back to most likely studying for something. 

Hitoshi was hovering by his side and leaned against his desk, and, low and behold, there was a bit of glitter in the nooks and crannies from the cushioned seat, but he figured he'd be fine. He took off his backpack, and took out his newest notebook, a green one, which he'll use to take notes in for classes. He even brought a new pen, one that could be erased but didn't smudge while being erased. 

Toshi pulled up a neighboring seat in the meantime and soon the two of them fell into hushed conversation as to not disturb Iida studying. 

After about ten minutes, a tall girl with long black hair pulled back into a neat ponytail gracefully strutted into the room and stopped upon seeing Izuku. He looked up and met her gaze while she redirected her path and went over to him with a warm smile.

"Hello! My name is Yaoyorozu Momo and I'm the vice class representative. You may call me Yaomomo, it's less of a mouthful." 

Was it a coincidence that he met both the class rep and the vice rep first? 

"Hi! I'm Izuku Midoriya. I'm looking forward to being in a class with you!" At that she smiled at him and he smiled right back. 

"The sentiment goes both ways, Midoriya. If you need anything or have questions, don't hesitate to ask. I'll be at my desk." And with that she was gone again. She also seemed nice. 

Over the next twenty minutes the rest of the class slowly trickled in, each one of them giving him either a short introduction or just a curt nod as acknowledgement. 

Something Izuku forgot though stomped into the room exactly five minutes before homeroom started and immediately zeroed in on him. At the moment he was deep in a discussion about how different kinds of metaphors could be used in everyday life with Tokoyami, but he visibly startled when one of the three people the newest transfer student acitvely avoided let out threatening explosions, sneer on his face.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING HERE YOU SHITTY USELESS DEKU?!" 

Izuku tensed up as soon as he heard his voice. How could he forget that Bakugou was in Class 1A?! He literally fought him in the Sports Festival. Kami. 

He breathed, while in his peripheral Hitoshi got into a protective position, and slowly turned to meet the blond's eyes. 

"Good morning to you too, Bakugou." 

Well, that seemed to be the wrong answer apparently, because now the angry teenager was furiously stomping towards him, explosions getting bigger and bigger and sometimes even torching the sides of the desks. 

The other occupants of the room were now quietly watching the whole thing go down with either surprised, confused, or even worried expressions on their faces. Hitoshi was now standing, slighty next to but still infront of him and Izuku also got up. This was gonna be a pain in the ass.

"DID YOU JUST TALK BACK TO ME?! I'LL KILL YOU, DEKU!" Aaaaand there came the all famous right opening hook. Gasps could be heard and Izuku dimly registered shouting coming from Iida, but right now he was busy. Izuku swiftly pushed Hitoshi away, leading the incoming punch next to him instead of his head and then proceeded to judo flip the blond to the floor, just like that one incident right after the Obstacle Course. 

Looking down he took another calming breath. There's no need for violence, and the bell would ring any moment now. 

"My name is Midoriya Izuku. Not Deku. That's a slur. Also, yes, I talked back to you because that's how a conversation works. Now I'd really appreciate it if you left me alone." 

At that Bakugou almost roared. He whipped up and tried to beat Izuku up again, and after only a few seconds the nearest students all got out of the way. A guy with red, spiky hair stood up and moved infront of him just in time as Bakugou aimed a bigger explosion at him. The greenette faintly remembered his name being Kirishima Eijiro. 

"Bakubro, not cool! Yeah, maybe he beat you in the Sports Festival, but that's no reason to attack him without warning! Back off, dude." Izuku watched as the skin on the redhead's arms went from almost rock like back to smooth, and noted that he thankfully didn't sustain any injuries. His uniform was also completely intact, thanks to it being pretty resiliant. 

"OUT OF THE WAY, SHITTY HAIR, I NEED TO SHOW THAT USELESS FREAK HIS PLACE!" He screamed into Kirishima's face. The entire room shifted into a very uncomfortable silence, everyone on edge. This was getting out of hand. 

"I don't approve of fighting in class. Iida, do you know what happened?" 

Everyone visibly startled and some students hastily scrambled to their seats. Bakugou froze in place, Kirishima stayed right before Izuku, and Hitoshi was half infront of and half next to Izuku's side, ready for a fight if it came down to it. Iida stood up.

"Bakugou entered the classroom and upon seeing Midoriya, he got angry for some reason and started to shout at him. Midoriya answered with a calm 'Good morning to you too, Bakugou' and then Bakugou lunged for Midoriya, who then proceeded to flip him over his back by redirecting the incoming punch and using Bakugou's momentum. Midoriya then said that his name was Midoriya Izuku and that it wasn't 'Deku' because that's a slur. He also said that he'd appreciate if Bakugou left him alone, but that resulted in Bakugou getting even angrier and he got up and lunged for Midoriya again. Midoriya proceeded to dodge and redirect every punch and explosion and at one point Kirishima stepped in and took an explosion head on and confronted Bakugou. Then you came in, Aizawa Sensei." Iida finished.

Aizawa Sensei let out a long sigh. 

"Bakugou, detention today for attacking a student without reason and quirk usage in class. Additionally, nobody needs to be 'put into their place'. Now go sit down. We'll talk after first period. Kirishima, Shinsou, Midoriya, get to your seats please." 

Bakugou stomped to his seat, thankfully on the opposite side of the room, and the other teenagers did too, just in a more calm and collected manner. Before Shinsou sat down though he signed something to Izuku, who was watching him get to his seat.

'I'm sorry I couldn't protect you, Zuzu.' At that Izuku smiled.

'It's fine, it was me after all to push you out of the way. Your presence at my side was enough anyway, and you know that, Hito.'

Hito gave him a small smile and both of them went to face the front. 

"Now that that's out of the way, you all should have noticed that we have a new student. Come up front and introduce yourself." 

Izuku complied, and walked up to the front of the class. He absently noted how he wasn't as nervous as he had been the first time he introduced himself to his previous class, 1H, but just for good measure took a deep breath before speaking.

"Hello everyone, I'm Midoriya Izuku and I was able to transfer from the Support Course to the Hero Course thanks to winning the Sports Festival and getting a recommendation. I'm looking forward to working with you all." 

"Weren't you also involved with the villain attack on I-Island?" A girl that looked like a frog, Asui Tsuyu, or Tsu, asked and Izuku nodded. 

"Yeah, Hatsume and me were there because we were interning with Professor Shield. I still can't believe that that reporter endangered their life by filming everything while being a hostage though." He explained with a chuckle. He was fully aware that that video went viral and that even the world wide news featured him and Mei.

Keigo had also helped him submit all his blueprints and every quirk enhancing bracelet that he had to the commission and get a hefty sum for his findings and all of the credit. After seeing what the bracelet did to Keigo, they visibly paled and were infinitely relieved that he gave everything regarding that invention to them and didn't make it public. They even overlooked his quirklessness, but most likely just because he was pretty popular both on the internet and on the streets, and because Keigo expectantly glared at them. He also gets a price in monthly intervals of 300 000 yen, in exchange for him to keep quiet about it and not build it again. Of course, he readily agreed. His invention had been highly dangerous after all, he wasn't stupid enough to let that get into the wrong hands. 

His statement got a few chuckles out and he noticed Todoroki glaring at him. Right, he'd lied straight to his face during the festival and exploited his moment of weakness without mercy by tazing him to unconciousness while hugging him. 

"Oh! Uhm, Todoroki? I never really found you in my free time and never saw you anywhere in the cafeteria, so I haven't had the chance yet. I wanted to apologize for doing what I did during the Sports Festival. It was kinda underhanded and maybe a tiny bit unheroic and in generall just an, how Kirishima would say, unmanly move, but I wouldn't have had a chance against you any other way. I'm sorry for my actions and I hope to make it up to you sometime." 

He sent him a sheepish smile and brought his hand up to fiddle with his snake earring and after a moment of silence looked back to see Todoroki's, what was most likely a shocked(?), face. 

It took another awkward ten seconds before the dual haired student flatly replied.

"Apology accepted. You did what you had to do to win and I let my emotions get the better of me. Next time I won't be as careless." 

Thank kami. He didn't really know how to read Todoroki yet, the boy was incredibly flat and consistent with his bored face, but Izuku wasn't a master in reading people for nothing. He gave a curt nod and waited if anybody had any questions, and after a moment looked at Aizawa, who motioned for him to go and take his seat. 

"Alright, class. As you should be aware, Finals are coming up. In exactly one month you'll be tested both theoretically and practically. Make sure to prepare yourselves and review everything you've learnt up until now. I won't tell you what the practical test will be, before you ask about it. Now go and do whatever, just be quiet. I'm going to sleep." 

And just with that he wrapped himself up in his yellow sleeping bag and Izuku was a bit lost. He questioningly looked over to Hito, who signed 'As long as we're quiet, we won't have any problems with him. This happens everyday. It's normal'.

'Oh, okay I guess.'

Before he could sign anything else, a pink skinned girl came over to him. Her voice was hushed, but still enthusiastic.

"Hi, Midoriya! I'm Ashido Mina, but please just call me Mina! I wanted to ask where you got that stunning earring from? That snake looks sick as hell." She smiled at him and he felt really bad while answering. 

"Sorry, but you can't buy that anywhere, that is a cultural piece of jewellery and only allows people of my culture to wear it, I'm afraid." He yet again fiddled with his earring and looked at her timidly. He wasn't ready to tell her that he was quirkless just yet and the earring was an undercover indicator for other quirkless people that he was a safe person and one of them. 

"Oh, I understand! I'm sorry if I overstepped, it looks really cool though! And I have another question! What's the deal with Bakugou and you? You two seem like you know each other, and at the festival Bakugou was especially aggressive against you. If you don't mind me asking, you don't have to answer if it's a sore topic." 

Well that conversation went from harmless to loaded pretty quickly. 

"Oh, uhm it's fine. We both grew up together, at first we were neighbors. Then my mom and I moved to another district, but since it was so near I still went to the same school as Bakugou. When we were younger though we had some sort of falling out and well... the situation hasn't really gotten better over time." 

He kept it as vague as possible and Mina seemed to get the memo, quickly switching to another topic, and he spent the rest of homeroom chatting with her about how absolutely annoying curly hair could be sometimes. Especially if there was fog and they had to go outside. 

The bell rang, signalling the end of homeroom Aizawa called him up to his desk. 

"Midoriya, I'm aware that you transferred pretty late, but you'll have to at least try to pass the finals along everyone else. Here's the necessary textbooks you'll need, one is about Laws, the other about theoretical Heroics, etc. I've put sticky notes to every topic we went over this year, try to remember everything and in general do your best. In practicals just participate and ask away if there are any questions. Here's also your new timetable. Now sit down, you've got English with Present Mic now." 

Izuku didn't even get to say thank you before Aizawa dropped a stack of books into his arms aswell as one sheet of paper as his new timetable on top and then was out the door with a scowling Bakugou in tow. He stood there for a few more seconds, trying to understand and get to terms with the sheer amount of bluntness the black haired man had displayed and then turned to go back to his seat. With a loud thudding sound he gracelessly dropped the entire stack on his desk, startling Kaminari, from the Sports Festival next to him. 

"Heya dude! How's it going? Sensei sure gave you a bunch of books to catch up on, my sympathies. Anyways, thanks again for the gauntlets! My quirk control got way better with them and they're now a fixed part of my costume." 

The rest of the lessons before lunch flew by like nothing and soon he was sitting with Uraraka, a brown haired girl, Tsu, Iida, Hito, Yaomomo and Todoroki at a table. At the table right next to them was his former class, 1H, and they pushed the two tables together. Iida looked like he was going to have a stroke at that and the Support Course students just waved him off, telling him they'd put everything back once they were finished. 

The entirety of 1H was present, namely Mei, Harue, Kei, Sora, Yuki, Touma, Sana and Soma. It didn't take long and all of them were laughing goodheartedly with each other. Lunch was over before they knew it and they got ready for practical Heroics. 

The only thing that will most likely put a damper on his mood will be the fact that All Might will be there as an assistant to Aizawa. 

Well, time to get into his costume and prepare to ignore the upcoming shitshow to the best of his abilities.

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Kirishima was a really nice guy. It wasn't a secret that Izuku and Bakugou weren't friends, which means he really appreciated it when Kirishima more or less shielded him from the blond while changing in the lockers. Kaminari was also more or less standing guard and Hito was basically growling at Bakugou if he even looked into his direction. 

Izuku slipped on his everything-resistant and heating/cooling black bodysuit, and then proceeded to pull on his actual outfit. The pants were a perfect mix between loose and tight,  mossgreen, with some neon green and silver accents, hilts for his knifes, throwing knifes, guns, blades, nunchakus, about any weapon one could possibly store on both the outside and inside of the pants. His top was similar, the same colour, and with holsters for about any weapon one could think of. Lastly were his shoes. He'd built them himself, just like the rest of the costume. His mattblack with neon green accents hoverboots. Oh, how he loved them. 

He'd tinkered with his intelligent mask a bit after it had almost gone up in flames and burned off his face while at it, and now it had a cooling system built in. He put that one on, and let it calibrate and connect with his brainwaves while strapping on his ODM-gear and bo staff. The last item he stripped on were his gloves, and then he put on his hood, hiding hid tell tale green hair. 

Behind him he heard a whistle and he knew that Hito would comment something on his outfit.

"Damn, Izuku, you look like an assassin or something." Yup, there it was. He smiled behind his mask, and turned around. 

"Well, you look like a mini-Aizawa. Gravity defying hair, eyebags as dark as the night, capture scarf, tall and lanky, and some sort of pajamas as a hero costume. I swear, you could be his long lost son or something." He countered, which earned muffled snickers from all across the room. 

When everybody was finished they made their way to ground beta, Aizawa already waiting for them. The girls were already there and was one of them naked? God, he'd have to send her to the Support and Design Department ASAP. 

They waited for another five minutes before the big blond idiot commonly called All Might entered the gym and Aizawa could finally start teaching. 

"Alright, problem children, today we'll be doing a stealth lesson. And for that we'll play a little game of hide and seek. Us teachers will search and you will hide, and as soon as we found and tagged you, you will help us search. The time for a passing grade will be thirty minutes before we find you. Every minute below will cost you one of 100 points. Every minute you manage to stay hidden from us, we'll add one point to your score. Whoever manages a score of over 150 will get to have a voucher for forgetting your homework. Whoever scores below 90 will have to have some remedial classes with me and run the hell parcour ten times. Understood?" 

Oooh, he was good at hide and seek. He understood the point system easily enough, but what the hell was the hell parcour? Next to him Hito shivered, as did the others of the class. Huh. He must have run that thing at least once then. 

Izuku got ready to take off and waited for the signal to go and start. They had a whole ten minutes to hide and he was really excited. 

"Aizawa, I have an objection." All Might spoke up for the first time and Izuku felt something in his stomach drop. 

The black haired teacher threw the blond one an unimpressed look. "What is it?" 

"I don't think that young Midoriya should participate in practical lessons. It's too dangerous for him and he'd be a liability for others. I say he sits out and watches from the observation room." 

The gym went silent. That seemed to be a common phenomenon around Izuku it seemed and Izuku audibly groaned. 

"All Might, tell me one good reason Midoriya shouldn't be participating. I thought that he prooved himself by winning the Sports Festival? I'll also tell Nedzu about that little comment. Your task is to wait the ten minutes, then start to search with me for students as fast as you can. Now shut up and let the kids learn something." 

All Might only seemed to scowl at that and turned around, and Izuku let out a shaky breath. Next to him Kirishima was looking at him with concern written all over his face. 

"Hey, Midoriya. Why doesn't All Might want you participating? I mean, you literally won the Sports Festival, and went up against Bakugou. What's his problem?" 

He took a deep breath. He really didn't want to reveal himself just yet. "We have some private disagreement going on. I'll tell you about it eventually." 

That seemed to be enough for Kirishima to let go of it and get ready himself to hide. 

As soon as Aizawa Sensei gave the signal, Izuku commanded his ODM gear to get him to the most complicated area of the gym. The gym was built like some sort of oversized factory city, and he quickly found the epicentre. Once inside he searched out the vents and the sewers, which were luckily connected for some reason and found a little niche, where he just knew, nobody would find him. 

And then he waited. 

Shouta was already done with All Might's bullshit. So, to distract himself from his growing desire to decapitate the blond oaf, he started the excercise and sent him to get the students on the outside of the city, and he himself went to the more complicated epicentre. 

On the way he found Bakugou, who very angrily stomped after him after having failed. He really needs to learn how to be quiet. 

The second one was Iida, and the third one was surprisingly Jirou. Shota for real thought that she'd be able to hide longer than ten minutes from him. 

The next ones were a bit harder to find, like Mina, Asui, Uraraka, and Sato. 

Kaminari was feeling the upcoming storm and to avoid having a seizure had to let out some sparks, which ultimately gave away his position. 

Kirishima also had a pretty good hiding place, but his costume was not ideal for things like that and it was fairly easy to spot him. 

Ojiro was pretty creative and simply hung himself from a pipe and covered himself with a blanket., in a building which was built to be an abandoned museum, where the art pieces were hanging from the ceiling and were hidden from sunlight with blankets. 

Shota was a bit disappointed to have found so many of them before the thirty minute mark, but he'll definitely enjoy watching them run the hell parcour. 

The rest of the class was still nowhere to be seen and All Might hasn't managed to find even one of the kids. Typical. 

Fifteen minutes after the thirty minute mark he finally found Todoroki. He was on a cupboard in a cardboard box hidden by some old blankets. He somehow even managed to keep the dust on as well as possible. 

One minute later he found Shoji and Sero, because Sero thought it'd be a good idea to make some traps to help him get away as soon as possible, and Shoji walked in and now both of them were sticking to the wall. 

The next one to be found was Yaoyorozu, but she was hiding in a weapon depot, covered with a camouflage blanket. If Shota hadn't trained as fiercly all his life as he did and been an underground hero accustomed to things like that, he'd ran straight past her. Now they were at the one hour mark, and he was getting impressed. 

No students in the last seven years have managed to stay hidden that long before. A small smirk crept onto his face, while he swung from pipe to pipe with his capture weapon. He kinda saw it coming that Hagakure would excel in this, since she's literally invisible, but he didn't know if Koda, Tokoyami, Shinsou and Midoriya would know how to hide like that. 

Speaking of Midoriya, where in the absolute hell was he? Could his hiding skills have something to do with his quirkless status? He hoped not. 

But he was also realistic and knew the statistics. 

And they were worse than those for villainous quirks by seven times. 

And Shota knew how bad those were, after having grown up to be seen as a future villain. 

Anyways, he finally found Hitoshi. The boy had hidden inside of a safe. A safe. Kami, that was an admittadly good hiding spot, but in real life it would be a spot he could be easily be killed in. He'd have to squeeze that into his adopted son's brain in the next few training lessons after school. 

The only reason he found Hagakure was because she sneezed. 

After one hour and fifteen minutes All Mights annoying voice sounded through his comms, telling him he found Koda and Tokoyami. 

Now the only one left was Midoriya. 

He went back to the starting point where the rest of the students were standing around and talking to each other, either cheering they passed or having haunted faces because of the hell parcour. 

"Alright, class, we have everyone except Midoriya. I want everyone to scatter out into the city and find him. Whoever does will get ten additional points. Now go." 

The students scrambled to their feet and began to search. 

...

Holy shit it's been two and a half hours and still nobody was able to find him. Not Koda with his animals, not Jirou with her hearing, not Shoji with his duplicated ears. 

Where could he be? 

Aizawa walked in the streets now. This was beginning to get worrying. He wasn't an underground hero for nothing, and nobody in his entire career had managed to stay hidden as long as the transfer student. Where didn't he look yet? 

No.

No.

No he wouldn't-

But he would. 

He let out a long, suffering sigh. 

He went over to the man hole and pushed it to the side. 

At least here there was only normal water running through and not all the disgusting things a real city had to offer. 

He turned corners, checked bars, checked the ceiling, checked everything, until finally, after the three hour mark, he found him. And he almost ran past him. 

Midoriya was crouched behind a wall, somehow he got behind the safety bars against animals, and his costume was perfect for hiding it seemed. He was crouched chin deep in the water, mask and hood camouflaging everything perfectly to his surroundings. 

"Problem Child. I found you, congratulations, you won. Now let's get back to the others." 

Midoriya only nodded to him, and then he watched as the boy litterally took out a lazer cutter and cut through three bars, got through, and welded them together again with such precision, nobody would ever see that somebody did something to them. 

As soon as the kid got up he pulled off his hood and his mask and followed him to the nearest man hole. 

As soon as they were out Shota remembered to relay the information to the students and All Might.

"I found Midoriya. Everybody get back to the starting point. We'll discuss your performances then."

Was all he said before he decided to randomly make the way back to a race. Midoriya seemed to pick up on it almost immediately and whirred with his ODM gear right behind him. Deciding to up the level of difficulty a bit, he accelerated his speed a bit and waited how the green haired teenager would react. 

Midoriya didn't seem to have a problem with that and also accelerated his speed, at first to keep up with him, but then he dared to overtake Shota. Well, Shota loved challenges and went full out.

Here a flip, there jumping from wall to wall, running on five centimeter broad metal bars, you name it. Midoriya seemed to practically marvel in this area, easily keeping pace with him and showing his own skills. 

Midoriya was one of the best students regarding agility, that was an easy enough fact to find out alright.

But could he also move that well without his ODM gear?

He slowed to a stop, around one kilometer away from the starting point. Midoriya came to a stop a few meters away from him. 

"Midoriya. You seem very proficient with your ODM gear. The question is though: Can you move well without all of your items too?" 

Midoriya looked at him and smirked. Higari had told him that Midoriya most of the time smiles his cinnamon roll sunshine smile, but when he smirked, one had to look out. 

"Sensei, you know that I grew up in the Red Lights. You literally saved me from three pedos a while back. However, you or other heroes in generall weren't always there. I've had to outrun many people, which included both low time criminals and villains, aswell as human traffickers. If I know how to do anyting, then it would be moving well in this type of environment." 

Well if that wasn't a giant red flag for the boy's living situation then Shota didn't know what that was. Regardless, he gave Midoriya his rare cheshire grin, and watched with mild amusement how the only reaction was the slight tension creeping into the boy's shoulders and the dilation of his pupils. 

The rest of his body language gave nothing away other than this slight sign of discomfort. Midoriya Izuku would be interesting.

"Alright, then I'll give you ten seconds leeway to start running. You won't use any of your weapons and support items and I won't either. I'll try and catch you and you try to outrun me. As soon as you reach the others and touch one of them you're safe from me. However, you aren't allowed to use the main road. I called a bot who will carry all of our things to the starting point for us- ah, it's already here." 

The little bot held out its hand and the two stripped off all their weapons. He wasn't too comfortable with giving away his scarf, but he needed to see where his newest student stood. He missed the first ten weeks of heroics based topics and classes, and it would be hard for him to catch up to his peers. 

Shota even gave up his knifes and other hidden weapons. For himself, it didn't take long, but Midoriya? He was a walking arsenal of weapons. ODM gear, guns, knifes, nunchakus, bo staff, intelligent mask, tazer, razors, hoverboots, jetpack, grappling hooks, sniper rifle, no idea what the hell that thing there was, grenades, bombs, and kami knew what else. 

When he was finished he expectantly looked over to him, and he just stared. This year was going to be interesting, and he could practically smell all the problems this kid would cause.

"Isn't all of that heavy?" He couldn't help asking. That must have weighed a ton.

"Nope. I built all of this myself. I used the sturdiest, but still lightest material UA was able to get its hands on, and well, all together this only weighs around five kilograms, distributed over my entire body. I barely feel any of it." 

That kid is smart. No wonder Nedzu got his eyes on him. 

"Alright, you ready?" He asked and watched how the nonchalance in his eyes was switched out with a look of determination, nodded and got into a starting position. 

"Go." And the kid took off at an incredible speed. Normally students would be caught off guard by such a sudden 'go' but not Midoriya. He watched how he made a beeline to the nearest and narrowest alley way and then he proceeded to run up the two walls by jumping inbetween up to the roofs. As soon as he was on the first roof, he started leaping over the streets, and over the roofs. 

Maybe ten seconds was a tad bit too long....

Oh who was he kidding, he was Eraserhead. He quickly took off and leapt onto the roofs aswell and used his years of experience to catch up on Midoriya. He had to give it to him, the kid was talented. And agile. He got an advantage though. He was 183 cm tall, where Midoriya was only 160. Those twenty centimeters could be crucial. 

The fact that he had pretty long legs too only helped him. 

The starting point was now only about a hundred meters away and he caught up to the teenager significantly, following him on his heels, only one or two meters behind, distance decreasing by the second. 

The other students seemed to have finally noticed their little race and started cheering for the green haired kid. 

They finally reached the last building and Midoriya jumped down and he instinctively reached for his capture weapon to stop the kid from falling to his death, silently cursed himself for giving it up and jumped after the boy. Thank kami did he know how to land safely, but the kid would definitely have bruises. There were about thirty meters between them and the students, and he finally got a hand on his shoulder. 

He didn't see it coming though that Midoriya would turn around like a whirlwind and bring a leg up to side kick him in the head. He dodged, and brought his own leg to the kid's side, which he easily paried, jumped back to get some distance. Shota dashed forward, feinting a punch to the side of the kid's head, and the kid surprisingly caught on, but he didn't see the second faint coming. His other punch that was aimed at his chin only served to disguise the kick to the kid's ribs and he got him pretty good. 

Midoriya let out a small 'oomph' and rolled over the floor, but that wasn't fast enough because Shota immediately grabbed his wrist and twisted his arm behind his back, making the kid cry out in pain and freeze in place. 

He was still struggling a bit, but after a few seconds gave up and tapped the floor twice, for the universal sign of retreat. 

He got off, removing his knee from inbetween the kid's shoulderblades and gently let go of the arm, guiding it back to the front. 

Midoriya immediately let out a breath and relaxed a bit, and after finally being free he scrambled up and, to his surprise, respectfully bowed infront of Shota, a thing he commonly saw from martial artists in tournaments. The kid must have gone to some tournaments himself, with his black belts and all. 

"Alright, class, Midoriya here won with over three hours. Bakugou, Iida, Jirou, Mina, Asui, Uraraka, Sato, Kaminari, Kirishima, and Ojiro, all of you have failed. Today after school you'll be running the hell parcour. Whoever wants to participate is free to do so, but I don't think any of you want that. 

Todoroki, you were the first one after the half hour mark. Good job. If I had been in a rush I wouldn't have found you. Shoji, Sero, next time try not to fall into your own traps. Otherwise good job. Yaoyorozu, very creative quirk usage. Good job. Hagakure, next time hold back the sneeze. Otherwise good job. I can't say anything about Koda and Tokoyami, but you two are of a rather silent nature anyways, so listen to what All Might has to say.

Finally, Midoriya. Why in the everloving hell did you decide the sewers were a good idea? Don't get me wrong, it was a genius spot, but in real life it would be outright disgusting to sit in the waters like you did." 

Gasps could be heard and he watched as Midoriya collected his weapons from the waiting bot and smiled sheepishly. 

"Ah, you see, I told you that I had to outrun people quite often and the sewers, even though extremely gross, were something almost noone would go in out of their own free will, so I used those most of the time." 

Before the teacher could get a word in, Uraraka piped up.

"Why would you need to outrun people and even resort to going through the sewers?" She seemed genuinly confused. 

"I live in the Red Lights District. There are many dangerous people around, and well, you kind of don't want to be killed on a tuesday in a random shady back alley, do you?" 

Midoriya asked back, with a smile on his face, despite just having revealed yet another huge red flag to his living situation. 

He decided that enough is enough, as he saw the masked smile on the greenette's face, easily reading his discomfort. 

He dismissed them, and went to drag the failed students to the hell track.

He really loved making kids suffer.

Izuku survived the next three weeks like following:

• Get up at six,
• Make and eat breakfast,
• Study a bit out of Aizawa Sensei's books,
• Go to school.
• Meet up with his boyfriends and cuddle in a clearing in the school's forest (if it rained, they went to sit in the library in a secluded area provided to relax).
• Pay attention as much as he could during lessons, 
• Go to lunch with 1H, a part of 1A, and his two boyfriends.
• Go Plus Ultra everytime he had Heroics.
• After taking a quick shower go to the library to study for another hour
• Go to the gym afterwards for another hour
• Go home
• Eat dinner with his mom,
• Go to sleep
• Repeat. 

On the weekends he'd spend the morning going on a run and working out, or visiting his martial arts clubs, and the afternoon studying in his room.

He just hoped he was doing enough to try and pass the finals.

Chapter Text

Why.

Just why.

WHY did he have to be paired up with Bakugou.

With Bakugou against god damn All Might. 

Fucking All Might. 

Izuku was standing next to Hito, leaning against his shoulder and taking long, deep breaths. 

This was fine. Everything's okay. No need to worry. He just needs to pass through the gate. Nothing more nothing less. It's fine. 

Ectoplasm was subbing Aizawa today because he had an important meeting, and the teacher walked over. 

"Midoriya, Bakugou, go get ready. Your exam will start in exactly ten minutes." 

Izuku took a deep breath while feeling Hito squeeze his arm in silent support, and double checked if he had everything. After petting himself down, he nodded to himself and went to stand a bit more than five meters next to Bakugou, who had the ugliest sneer on his face the freckled curlyhead had ever seen. 

As soon as the gates opened to the fake city, Bakugou stomped right on the main road, most likely trying to get All Might to fight him. 

Which was really stupid, Izuku thought to himself as he activated his hoverboots and started to skate into the back alleys. 

Bakugou didn't even spare him a glance and honestly? Izuku was tremendously relieved about that fact. If he had tried to talk about teaming up with him, he most likely would have gotten blown to unconciousness or something, or at least got second degree burns. 

Before rounding a corner he double checked each time if All Might would be lurking around a corner, but that seemed to be unnecessary, judging by the sound of the entire main street being torn apart by All Might. 

Coming to a stop he put on his intelligent mask, and simultaniously activating Mimi, his artificial intelligence. He let the item calibrate and connect itself with his brain, and only after about ten seconds was everything set up and he could command Mimi to provide him with a map of the fake city. 

The green outlines of the map began to form, aswell as three spots. One (himself) purple and the other two red and moving around quickly. His purple point was about five blocks away from the obvious fight going on, but Izuku decided to play it safe and still stay as hidden as possible. Since most of the people forget to look up, he quickly made his ascend to the rooftops and skated over those, carefully listening to Mimi give him the safest route to the gate. 

He jumped over another roof, this one slightly higher and bigger than the others and without a warning something big collided with him full force. It was warm and smoked a bit and he immediately recognised Bakugou's signature explosive blond hair and gauntlets. 

Not thinking he put his arms around the other teenager's waist and legs, catching him in midair. His mind was in overdrive right now. A second ago Bakugou's red dot was blinking five blocks away from him and now he was here? Did All Might smash him five blocks away? That would explain why he was limp and unconcious, if he weren't blacked out, he'd throw a fit being carried like he was. Which means that All Might was most likely following to where Bakugou had flown, which meant that he'd be with them shortly. 

His body moved without a thought. 

He activated his jetpack, setting it to the highest level of out put and soared through the sky to get to the gate. He wouldn't stand a chance against All Might. 

Sure, he was pretty proficient in martial arts, but that didn't help him anything against a flick of a finger that could level an entire building. 

That annoying booming laugh resounded from behind him, but his heart was pounding in his ears so loudly that he drowned it out completely. Bakugou was heavier than he looks and his arms were starting to hurt while holding him to his chest, and trying to not let go because of the very strong headwind. 

Mimi alerted him that their teacher was only ten meters behind them now and Izuku began to add his skates to the game, accelerating his speed significantly. 

The gate was only a clear opening away, and Izuku could almost grasp freedom, but he felt a giant hand yank at his ankle and the only coherent thought he could muster was to try and throw Bakugou outside of the gates, before being harshly pulled backwards, crying out in pain when feeling something in his leg snap, and then all he could see was a fist in his face, while feeling something hard hit his ribs hard, knocking all air out of his lungs and leaving him vomiting, and ultimately blacking out. 

Shota was watching with extrem satisfaction as Nedzu basically maimed All Might verbally for being as stupid as he was. He'd been enraged after he'd found out that Midoriya had been paired up with Bakugou, even though Aizawa had specifically told the staff that was testing the kids, that he'd already prepared a list of the pairings. And to find out by none other than his beautiful husband barging into the room that the list had been changed last minute, well, the safety of a certain green haired kid was more important than a discussion about training camp and work studies. 

Nedzu also didn't protest being carried in Shota's capture scarf to the fake city, infact, he even let out a low growl, telling him exactly that the chimera was the same level of enraged as the black haired underground hero was. 

Instead of first going to the observation room where all the other students were most likely watching, he immediately scaled the walls surrounding the fake city and made his way to the obvious signs of destruction and dust being whirled up. His feet were pounding on the floor as he caught sight of Bakugou being smashed into another figure more than five blocks away from him, All Might following close behind. 

He watched from afar how Midoriya used all of his items which could possibly get him to safety, away from the symbol of peace, throwing Bakugou over the passing line, and then promptly getting yanked back by the foot, getting a kick to his left ribcage and a punch to his right temple, vomiting after having dropped to the floor, and slump into a limp heap of a body, passing out on the spot. 

The whirled up dust had prevented him from using erasure on All Might and honestly? He just hoped he wasn't too late. 

Dashing towards All Might, he caught the bastard off guard and bitch punched him in the nose, loving how he felt it crunch under his knuckles, hastily put Nedzu down and leaped for Midoriya, who still hadn't moved. 

Skidding to a stop on his knees, he carefully turned the boy on his back and sucked in a breath. This was bad.

His left leg was standing away in an odd angle, and Shota could see blood leaking through the teen's costume. His breathing was labored and shallow, indicating damage to the lungs after that kick, and he was bleeding out of his nose and mouth at a rapid speed. And the vomit surrounding him on the floor had specks of blood in it. 

The bots wouldn't be fast enough, so he carefully picked Midoriya up, cradled him against his body as hopefully painlessly as possibly, and left as gently and fast as he possibly could, to Recovery Girl. The way there was excrutiatingly long, and on the way he almost ran into Zashi, who after seeing in what state his best english student was promptly followed them. 

When the three of them barged into RG's infirmary, she first wanted to scold them for disrupting her work, but as soon as she saw the state Midoriya was in, she immediately ushered Shota to lay him down on a bed and help her get his clothes off. 

He knew that it was necessary to remove all his clothes, but it still felt wrong to strip the kid. The outer layer was cut proof after all, but his body suit underneath wasn't. 

It only took them a minute max until he was laying there in only his underwear and Shota had to keep himself for murdering Yagi for doing something like this. 

Midoriya's tibia, the bigger bone in the shin, was snapped in half, piercing through the skin, leaving it openly fractured. You didn't even need a scan to see that the kid's ribs were completely busted, his ribcage visibly having a dent in it. And a dark bruise was blooming on his temple, and the bleeding out of the nose and mouth still hadn't stopped, leaving him extremely pale. 

"Get out, I need to get him ready for surgery. I need space. You can wait in the waiting area if necessary." RG waved them off with a frown on her face, which Shota knew was never a good sign.

So, he waited, in those uncomfortable plastic chairs outside the surgery room and took at least a little pleasure in watching Nedzu verbally and psychologically claw at Yagi. 

"... and so utterly stupid, even I don't know what to say anymore. All Might, I tried to give you a warning by revoking your living privileges on UA grounds, but it seems like I need to take more drastic measures. You will be put on probation, and a restraining order will be put against you. You may not get near Midoriya Izuku, or attempt to talk to him, be it face to face or virtually or over text. Additionally, I'm suspending you from school grounds for the next month. Get out of my school, Yagi." 

His boss basically growled out, bear ears lying flat against his head, smile gone completely, teeth and fangs bared. Yagi, now in his smaller form, hunched into himself and had the audacity to huff, turned around and walked away. 

Shota forced himself to take a deep breath, and felt Zashi wrap an arm around his shoulders. "The little listener is going to be okay, Sho. Shuzenji knows what she's doing." 

He let out the breath and leaned against his husband, letting out a low hum. 

Like that they waited for three more hours until RG opened the door for them, leading them to a still under anesthesia Midoriya, connected to a heart monitor, beeping slightly slower than what was considered normal, oxygen mask strapped around his face, IV-drip and blood infusion sticking in both his arms. 

The sight made Shota's stomach churn uncomfortably, and glanzing at the love of his life, the man felt the same. They sat down next to the bed, and it didn't take long until two other students came into the room, two he had found out last week were Midoriya's boyfriends, his own son, Hitoshi, and Monoma from 1B. 

Monoma stopped dead in his tracks upon seeing the state his boyfriend was in, and Hitoshi ran straight into him. After seeing Midoriya, he froze for a few seconds, countless emotions running over his face in record speed, until settling for concern, and he took Monoma's hand gently, and pulled up the slightly bigger chair provided for mutant type quirks, sat down and pulled the blond in his lap. 

The following death stare Shota recieved from Monoma was speaking volumes about how the relationship was still supposed to be a secret and well, if he pulled Hizashi into his side and pecked him on the cheek, getting one pair of wideblown eyes in return, maybe the kid would trust him a bit more. 

He'd been training with Hitoshi for about ten weeks now, starting two weeks after school started, and it was extremely obvious that the purple haired insomniac didn't do trusting adults. It was also easy to figure out why, judging by the hidden with concealer muzzle scars over his nose. He'd told Zashi and him over way too many tears and three panic attacks about how he was abused in the foster system, after all. 

Both the boyfriends relaxed after that and together the four of them waited for Midoriya to wake up. At the four hour mark, well past six p.m. Zashi fell asleep on his shoulder and he gently picked him up and layed him into one of the many free beds in the infirmary. 

He sat back down and pulled out his laptop, and started to search out Midoriya's mother's phone number. The woman still needed to be informed about everything. He stepped out of the room and came back in after twenty minutes of explaining the situation to her, and she was rightfully furious at All Might. He politely ignored all the admittedly terrifying yet original curses and death threats the woman let out, and simply let her rant her anger off at him, and told her her son would stay in the infirmary for most likely the rest of the week, since it was wednesday. 

When he finally went back in he found the adorable but somehow also hilarious sight of Monoma carrying a dead to the world Hitoshi over to the next free bed, and the two of them then went to wait until the injured one woke up. 

Chapter Text

Silence. 

That was the first thing Izuku was able to piece together with his thoughts. It was uncannily silent. There was no sound of breathing, no sound of clothes rustling, no sound of birds chirping, no bugs were flying around, no vehicles were driving around, no clock was ticking, nothing. 

The next thing he noticed was how he didn't seem to touch anything. No floor, no bed, not even the fabric of his clothes. 

He felt oddly light, weightless even, and he didn't feel uncomfortable like that. He was content with just ... being? ... existing? Or did he even exist? 

Swirling colours were mixing together in the darkest black he'd ever seen when he opened his eyes, and watched as a small group of five brightly glowing stars whooshed by him, as if they were children playing tag. 

A bright pink shooting star illuminated the black matter, and just now he realised that he was looking at something like the nightsky, just way more colourful and there was always some sort of movement and action going on. 

To his right there was a supernova igniting, at first blindingly bright, but then slowly fading from yellow to orange to red, and then slowing down until it stopped changing colours at a beautiful navy blue. 

Countless new stars erupted from the blast, now dancing all around him, some as fast or even faster than the kid stars, or gently, steady and slow as if they were older, more wiser. 

A yellow orb of light then made its way to him, infact, it stopped right infront of his face, but still at a distance where he didn't have to strain his eyes to focus on it. 

He reached out a hand, feeling that that was the right thing to do. How he knew that, he had no idea, but he didn't think about it, since his feelings told him that it wasn't important. 

And he trusted that feeling, he realised. 

The nearer he got to the yellow orb, the seemingly more intensely it glowed, soon illuminating everything surrounding him. His fingers closed around it, still not touching it, and he waited until it gave him its permission. 

He knew that that was the polite thing to do after all. 

After a few moments the orb flickered, and he closed his hands around it, feeling its warmth seeping into his hands. 

The heat wandered up through his wrists, not leaving out a single cell, and continued just like that through his arms. 

His toes had the same feeling and he contently closed his eyes. He couldn't care less right now that he was naked, floating in nowhere and everywhere at once, basking in the spreading warmth from the orb. 

It enveloped his entire legs, slowly went up his buttocks, genitals, hips. 

The warmth in his arms had slowed down in order to be able to simultaniously unite with the warmth from his lower body. It creeped up his neck, back of his head, enveloped his face and encased his entire head, then going down over his collarbone to his heart, where the last hole still had to be filled. 

He felt as his digestive system, liver, kidneys, intestines, every single organ in his body, aswell as the muscles completely relaxed, not needing to hold up their own weight anymore. 

Soon it reached his heart and he was completely embraced in the strange yet familiar heat. 

Just like that he simply existed in the Nowhere for an unknown amount of time, as he knew it was called now, and let out a small, content hum while breathing deeply. 

He could have been there for a second, or a few years, he wouldn't know, and he didn't feel the need to know. 

So, he continued to just be...

A sharp pain erupted from his chest and he gasped in agony. It felt like a thousand needles pierced themselves into his flesh all at once, not stopping until they went the whole way through. 

He felt his hands and arms twitching and seizing, and opened his eyes in a panic. 

The strange stab of pain repeated again, this time even worse than before, and he curled into a tight ball. Tears began to leave his tearducts, and then floated into the atmosphere before him. 

The third one had him crying out in pain and squeeze his eyes shut. He sobbed and whimpered, the pain didn't stop. 

In his absolute misery he at first didn't notice it. However, after the fourth round, a purple and periwinkle colored orb gently bumped against one of his ears, flashing his sense of hearing back to him. 

He could hear the other orbs and stars and shooting stars whoosh past him, and only now did he understand, that they were talking. Forming words and phrases he could understand if he wanted to. 

The purple and periwinkle orb nudged his cheek, and he could faintly hear two voices deriving out of it. 

"... you need ... wake up!"

"...-ease, Zuzu, stay w- ..."

Those voices were somewhat familiar... 

"Please, Zuzu, don't leave u-..."

"... love you, come back pleas-" 

Zuzu? His name was Izuku though... but somebody called him Zuzu on quite the regular basis...

"We need you, Zuzu!" 

"Come on, live for us, Zu-" 

That voice kind of sounded like it was crying...

Wait. 

Those voices...

They...

They belong to ...

The realisation hit him like a brick.

Hito and Nei. 

Hito and Nei were calling out to him. 

He- he needed to go back. 

The fifth sharp pain erupted all over his chest, and he squeezed his eyes shut. He concentrated his whole thoughts on his boyfriends. The two people that loved him for who he was completely unconditionally. 

Nei, with his slim, gentle hands, periwinkle eyes and ash blonde hair. 

Hito, with his big, calloused but still gentle hands, purple eyes and gravity defying purple hair. 

Nei, with his neverending love for french, and european in general, food.

Hito with his crippling insomnia and anxiety.

Nei, with parents that were loving, but putting way too much pressure on him, just because he was an only child and the next in line to be the CEO of the family's hero business. 

Hito, who had had abusive foster parents a year back that put a muzzle over his face. 

Nei, who was visiting therapy to get rid of his massive inferiority and superiority complex.

Hito, who had adopted a stray cat after Aizawa dropped it into his lap at three a.m. after telling him he got into the hero course, and named it Waffles, just because she made a beeline for his waffles.

He focused all of his entire being on those two, inhaled and exhaled as the different warmth of the purple and periwinkle orb encased him, replacing the yellow one completely. 

He imagined the feeling of the two boy's hands in his, the late night cuddles they had whenever they slept over at his. 

The last thought going through his mind before letting himself be eaten up by the new warmth, was how he just wanted to be with Hito and Nei.

Yet again, everything went black. 

His entire body seized, and he harshly sucked in a desperate breath, flinging his eyes open. He gripped some sort of fabric in his hands, and felt as his shoulders were being held down fiercly. 

Panting, he flitted his gaze all around him, everything was blurry, and he was able to feel his own weight again, which was a lot, he realised, he'd never felt so heavy. 

There was a blanket over him, but his arms were sticking out of it, laying next to his upper body. His hands were gripping the blanket in a deathgrip and with the next forced inhale he urged to relax them a bit. 

Something was strapped on his face, but it made breathing a lot easier, so he didn't try to rip it off just yet. 

He blinked harshly, wanting the blur to go away and gradually it worked. 

A neverending motion on both his arms zeroed into his thoughts, and he recognised it as two hands rubbing soothing circles on his wrist and arm, constant, and grounding.

Taking a final blink, he tried to focus on anything around him and locked eyes with the purple, red rimmed eyes of Hito. Why were his eyes so red? Did he cry?

"Can- can you hear me, Zuzu?" Kami, his voice sounded really choked up. He was definitely crying just now. But why? Wait, he still hasn't answered.

"Yeah, wha's wrong, -ito?" He frowned to himself. Why was his speech so slurred?

 Hito just let out a relieved breath and slumped into himself. 

"Not important right now, Zuzu. I'm just happy that you're okay." He cupped his face with his large hand and brought his forhead down to Izuku's, the first step in their relationship before they shared their first kiss, since neither of them were ready for that yet.

"-kay. 'm tired, Hito." His eyes began to droop again, despite only having woken up mere moments ago. 

A female old voice spoke up from somewhere, he vaguely remembered her being Recovery Girl. 

"It's alright, deary. Go back to sleep. We're going to take good care of you." 

He soon fell asleep, breath evening out, feeling a thumb gently stroke his cheek and a hand rubbing soothing circles on his lower arm. 

Yeah, he'd be okay. 

Chapter Text

Well now Shota actively wanted to murder All Might. 

He had to witness Midoriya's condition going down the drain rapidly. 

At first, everything was normal. The beeping of the heart monitor and the high tech sensor didn't sense any irregularities whatsover. 

But then his heart beat slowly began to decrease, which Shota picked up on and went to get Recovery Girl. 

As soon as the two of them were back though, everything went south. The boy's heartbeat was nearing zero and he stopped breathing. He fucking stopped breathing. And before anyone could do anything, the heart monitor stopped beeping, and instead only let out one long tone. 

Recovery Girl then had to use the defibrillator on him five times to get his heart to beat again and to get him to gasp in the most desperate breath he'd ever seen. 

His gut turned upside down when he had to watch the kid's entire body seizing, and Zashi and him had to hold him down in order not to aggravate his wounds and hurt himself even more. The tremors wrecked his body and he vaguely registered Shinsou and Monoma being right by his side and talking to Midoriya, but for the life of him, he couldn't focus on those two. 

The problem child's eyes were blinking rapidly, as if he couldn't see, and his hands were gripping the blanket so hard, he feared he might hurt himself. 

He wasn't sure if it helped, but he squeezed the greenette's shoulder everytime he took in a breath, to help ground him and guide his breathing pattern, and only after about two minutes did he relax a bit under his touch and exhaled as deeply as possible and focused his eyes on Shinsou. 

Everybody in the room was holding their breath. 

"Can- can you hear me, Zuzu?" It physically hurt him hearing his personal student and son sound so choked up, vulnerable. 

It also hurt him to know that he knew exactly what Shinsou was feeling right now. He'd watched Zashi go into a three day coma after all after an especially viscious villain attack. 

It took Midoriya a painful long half minute to respond, and when he did, his speech was a bit slurred, but it seemed like he heard himself and frowned to himself. 

His conciousness didn't stay long though, and he fell back into unconciousness after only two sentences of talking. 

Nobody said anything, everybody grim. The only sound ringing through the room was Monoma's crying and Recovery Girl bustling around before turning to face them.

"I had to operate on Midoriya's lungs and heart because of the damage done to them, aswell as fix his leg, and take multiple scans of his brain to be sure that he didn't have any brain damage. Which he did. I had to use my quirk on him, in order to prevent the bleeding in his brain to continue and heal it up. 

It seems like the reason he went into cardiac arrest was that his lungs went into a delayed aftershock and stopped working, the same happened with his heart. I need at least one of you to watch him permanentaly for the entire night, if all of you stay here then take turns. If you see any kind of irregularities, call me ASAP. He is in critical condition and I'd actually want him admitted to a high class hospital, but even if he's a UA student, they won't tend to him since he's quirkless. 

I do know about a high class clinic that would take and tend to him, but that is on the other side of Japan, and he wouldn't survive the journey there. 

The only thing we can do is wait and see. I'll take him to a scan every full hour, if anyone needs anything to eat or drink, in the back office are two vending machines. One with healthy drinks and one with healthy, energy providing snacks." 

He didn't even need to look at the two teenagers in the room to know that they would stay here. He also knew that they wouldn't think about calling their parents to let them know that they wouldn't come home. 

"Monoma, I'm gonna call your parents and let them know that you'll stay the night here. You're also excused from classes until Midoriya is in a stable condition again. I'll sort it out. Zashi, I'll be stepping outside now." 

His husband smiled at him and nodded "Do what you have to do, Sho. I'll keep and eye on the little listeners."

Kami, he loved his husband. 

He was grateful that Monoma's parents were really understanding, and since him and Zashi were already Hitoshi's foster parents, he only had the one call to make.

The most adorable sight yet greeted him when he got back in. It seemed like the two boyfriends fell asleep on each other, and Zashi put them into one of the free beds. Shinsou was lying on his back, one arm wrapped around Monoma, who was lying half on him, face nuzzled against his chest and shoulder, leg thrown over Hitoshi's hips and arm going over his torso. 

With long practices ease he sneaked into the room and sat down into the chair next to Zashi's and leaned against him. Zashi of course immediately knew what he was asking of him and threw an arm around his waist, making him melt into the embrace. 

"He'll be fine, Sho. He'll survive. And after all of this, I'm going to do worse than deafen Ass Might. Will you help me hide his body, baby?" 

He smirked. Yes, that is why he married Hizashi Yamada. 

"Of course, darling. Of course I'll help you hide the body. I already have a plan for how to go about getting rid of the asshole. But let's first make sure problem child is alright." 

"If that's what you want, babe. If that's what you want." Zashi shifted and kissed his forehead, and he turned. And kissed him back on the mouth, tongue included. After a very heated moment of very intense kissing, they pulled apart, and went back to watching Midoriya. 

As long as he was breathing and his heart was beating, he could swallow down the dread and worry, and just watch the transfer student get better. 

At the two a.m. mark Zashi's head lolled to the side and he carried him over to the bed. 

He hurried back to Midoriya's side and continued to watch him. 

He'd be fine. He's a fighter after all and did way better during the last month than Shota had dared to imagine. 

Izuku woke up and immediately regretted his entire existence. His head was pounding, the ache located right behind his eyes, which were feeling as if they were about to pop out of their sockets. Everytime he breathed in too deeply a sharp sting would erupt in his chest and everytime he tried to move his leg he wanted to scream. 

He let out a groan, and heard something shift beside him. Even though it hurt like a bitch, he opened his eyes and followed the sound to find Aizawa watching him intently.

"-zawa?" He managed to croak out and winced at his own voice. 

"How are you feeling, Midoriya?" The man asked back. 

"-hurts." 

"Where does it hurt?" 

Kami, it was hard to speak. He took an as shallow as possible, deep breath before answering. 

"Head pounds, eyes feel like poppin' out, when I breath too deeply, sharp pain in chest, leg feels like it's on fire." He managed to get out before shutting his eyes back closed. 

Before his teacher could say anything else, he was interupted by Recovery Girl, who suddenly spawned right next to his side.

"Midoriya, can you open your eyes please?" 

Open his eyes? But that hurt. He didn't want to open his eyes. 

A small whimper escaped his throat but he couldn't care less. 

"I know that it hurts, but I need to check something. Please, Midoriya. It'll be over in a second." 

Very reluctantly he opened his eyes, and Recovery Girl shone a way too bright light in them and left him crying out in pain, shutting his eyes back closed. 

"Hey, Zuzu, you're okay, we're here. I know that hurt, and you did wonderful. We're proud of you" Shinsou's voice came from his right and he felt his hand being squeezed gently. 

He sniffled, and squeezed back as fierce as he could, which he knew was still a lot less strong than normal, because the idea of talking was exhausting already.

"Yeah, Zuzu. We'll be with you all the way, okay? We're here and everything'll be okay soon." Monoma spoke up, a bit further away but still on his right side. A low hum left his throat and he relaxed as much as possible into the grounding touch.

He vaguely registered Aizawa telling Recovery Girl about what he said hurt, and after another ten minutes or so the pain began to fade. She must have increased the painkillers or something, he mused to himself before blacking out again. 

The next time he woke up, he was a bit more coherent, but still high on morphium. His speech was even more slurred than before and most of it didn't make any sense, but he was aware of his surroundings and understood most of what was asked of him. 

The pain was just a dull feeling all over his body and he felt kind of numb, but also felt everything more than ever, which quite frankly didn't make any sense for him. 

Even the Nowhere made more sense than this feeling. Thinking about Nowhere, he turned his head to look at Nei and Hito.

"Nei, Hito? Have you ever been in the Nowhere?" 

They turned and looked at him confused. "Nowhere? What's Nowhere, Zuzu?" 

"It's nowhere and everywhere at the same time. I was there before. Was floating in Nowhere, and colorful stars and orbs were dancing around me. One slowly swallowed me whole and made me feel all warm. It was reeeallly pretty." 

He smiled to himself and completely missed the questioning and concerned looks his boyfriends sent to Aizawa.

"But then there was a sharp pain in my chest. Didn't know what it was the first four times, but then I heard you two calling out to me. Something about 'Don't leave us' and 'You have to live' or something. Your voices came out of one orb that looked like the both of you. A mix between purple and periwinkle. Then your orb swallowed me whole and I held on to you two, and then the fifth sharp pain completely wrecked my body and then I left Nowhere and was here again." He retold. 

However, words weren't nearly enough to describe the feeling, the experience, the space, the time, anything in the Nowhere. 

"The Nowhere was really pretty" He finished and looked back up at Hito, who was frowning a bit but had a gentle smile on his face. 

"You heard us? In the Nowhere, coming from an orb that looked like us? And you held on to us to get out of the Nowhere?" Nei asked this time and Izuku nodded. 

He was proud that he got out. It was really hard, after all. But he also thought he could do it again. He kind of wanted to go back to the Nowhere some time. 

He also knew how to get out now. He just needed to anchor himself to the people that loved him, and who he loved. 

"Izuku, would you mind to stay in this realm with us for now? For us it's really scary if you do something like that..." Nei trailed off. It was scary for them? Oh. 

"Oh, okay. I guess I can wait a bit. The Nowhere was really pretty though, you have to visit sometime!" A smile spread over his face at the thought. 

"Alright deary, enough talking. It's time for another scan." Recovery girl interrupted him and he let himself be rolled into the room with the complicated machines. 

The scan always took more than fifteen minutes, which was more than enough time for him to fall asleep. 

"... The Nowhere? What the hell?" Hitoshi asked, and Shota agreed with his student. Midoriya just told them about the Nowhere and how it was really pretty, and that he felt five sharp pains in his chest before leaving the so called Nowhere and woke up. 

Did... Did he leave the realm of the living and stayed a bit in the realm of the dead? No, that was illogical. Maybe he was in the space inbetween, if something like that existed? More likely but still illogical. 

Or maybe it was his brain playing tricks on him. He was dead for a few moments after all, his heart literally stopped working and his lungs shut down. But the scans showed that his brain was never inactive, not even once. Infact, whenever he was sleeping, his brain showed sign of perfect cognitive functions, and everything was how it was supposed to be. 

Chiyo had been able to completely heal up his entire head, not even leaving a scar, but that drained him of so much energy and life force that she needed to perform surgery on both his lungs and heart, and they had to wait until he had enough energy to heal those. 

The snapped leg was easily taken care of with setting the foot with surgery and screw it together and put a cast on it, it would have to heal naturally until he had enough energy to go through a third session of RG's quirk. 

Just like the seemingly countless times before, he came back sound asleep after the scan, and after going through the results, RG deemed him stable again. She'd keep him over the weekend though, and Shota went to update his mother of the developement. 

She wasn't able to be there for her son, since she was in Chile right now on a business trip, but as soon as her work was done she'd get onto the next plane and murder Ass Might. 

Which he very much supported.

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Over the next two days Izuku slept most of the time. When he woke up, he talked a bit with Hito and Nei, who, after he was deemed stable enough to be let alone while sleeping, went home at night and returned after school and during lunch. It was fine though, since he slept through most of the day anyway. 

He'd never in his life felt so tired before. Hito already cracked a joke about how all he had to do to get some sleep was to get his head bashed in, and he'd be out like a light, insomnia be damned. 

However, Izuku wouldn't really recommend it. His head hurt like hell whenever the painkillers ran out, leaving him in tears and calling Recovery Girl. 

His lungs and heart were healing without problem, thank kami, and today he had another healing session. Of course, he slept through the entire day and night and woke up the next day at lunch to Nei and Hito sitting next to him. 

Nei noticed him blinking awake and smiled at him. 

"Good morning Zuzu, how are you doing? Does anything in your chest hurt?" 

Right, he'd been healed. To test it out, he took in a tentative deep breath, and when the usual sharp pain didn't come, he tried it again, this time deeper, and after the third round a smile spread over his face, as he simply inhaled and exhaled as deeply as he could. 

A small chuckle pulled him out of his testing and he opened his eyes again. He hadn't even realised that he'd closed them.

"Seems like everything's feeling okay then?" Nei asked with an amused tone to his voice and Izuku couldn't help but chuckle back. 

"Yeah, nothing hurts anymore! Kami, I missed being able to breath properly... And you know what's also great? My head stopped hurting, my chest stopped hurting, and my leg just feels numb at this point. Anyway, now that I'm coherent enough, how much did I miss in classes? Personally I have no idea what day it is, so how many days of school work will I have to do to catch up?" 

Before Nei or Hito could respond, a deep, tired voice resounded from the entrance to the infirmary.

"Hello, problem child. You were out of it for four days. You were admitted here on tuesday, today's friday. Recovery Girl wants to keep you over the weekend, just to be sure she healed everything correctly, and then you'll most likely be able to go home. How are you feeling?" 

Aizawa stepped into the room, a thermos bottle of coffee in one hand, and a laptop and some papers in the other. 

"I'm feeling way better than on tuesday, that's for sure. My head doesn't hurt anymore, no sharp pains when I try to breathe too deeply, and the painkillers are numbing my leg." The greenette answered. It was no use sugar coating anything around Aizawa Sensei, the man was more perceptive than a microscope. 

The man nodded, satisfied with his answer and went to sit down on the other side of the bed, where Nei and Hito weren't sitting. 

"I overheard your question about school work. I put together a packet with all the material you missed those four days and what we did during heroics. If you need help with any of the theoretical stuff, I wrote my number down on one of the papers. You can call me anytime, but don't be surprised if I don't pick up. I'll either be asleep or on patrol. I'll call you back as soon as I can. If Recovery Girl allows it, you can start with the theoretical stuff here, but don't overdo it. As soon as you get a headache, I want you to stop." 

Sometime during the explanation the youthful heroine came in and nodded along. 

"Yes, yes, deary, it's okay if you try and catch up a bit. BUT! Just like Aizawa said, as soon as you feel even the hint of a headache coming on, you must stop. Anyways, since nothing seems to have gone wrong with healing your upper body, I want you to slowly get up. And if I tell you slowly, you do it slowly. As if you were a sloth. Shinsou, Monoma, each of you get to one side of the bed and support Midoriya. He could faint while sitting up if he goes too fast." 

His two boyfriends dutifully went to their assigned places, determined faces along the way and Izuku couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. When they were ready, he propped himself up as slowly as he could on his arms (he didn't want to anger her) and almost immediately felt his boyfriends' hands on his back. 

RG reminded him to breathe, which he immediately complied to, and felt a rush going through his head and closed his eyes, pausing mid-movement. Damn, she really didn't lie with the whole fainting thing, huh? 

When his head stopped feeling like cotton was forced into it, he opened his eyes and was met with an encouraging smile on both Hito and Aizawa's faces. He smiled back and went to even slower than before heave himself up, and after some moments, he was sitting upright. The old woman went and snapped up his bed so he could lean against it, and soon enough, he was sitting and leaning back against the mattress. 

"Any dizzyness, Midoriya?" 

He redirected his gaze to fall on Aizawa, and shook his head. "No, no dizzyness. When Recovery Girl reminded me to breathe though I felt a rush in my head. But now, everything's fine." 

"Ah, yeah, that happens. Did you feel anything uncomfortable or hurt in your chest?" 

Yet again he shook his head. Nothing was uncomfortable, after all. Before he could say anything though, three students barged into the infirmary, a blond guy propped up with his arms around a girl's and a boy's shoulders. 

"Recovery Girl, we don't know how or why, but Mirio suddenly began to twitch and seize, and then there was a huge blast, and now all his limbs are broken?" The girl spoke up, eyes big with fear, concern, and surprise, and the other boy nodded so fast up and down, Izuku feared he'd get whiplash. 

"Oh dear, lay him down on the bed, I'll have a look." She hurried over to them and then pulled a curtain inbetween them to give the boy, Mirio, some privacy. 

"How is that possible though? His quirk is premeation, and that doesn't result in a blast and completely shattered limbs. Everybody that can, get out of the infirmary, I need to speak with Mirio." 

Nei, Hito, Aizawa, the girl and the boy all stood up and left, leaving RG, him and Mirio in the room. 

She pulled back the curtain again, and looked him in the eyes. "Midoriya, I know that this might seem like an entirely different topic, but what do you know about All Might? Don't worry about any secrets, everybody in this room knows about them all. Tell me everything you know about him." d

He sat there, gaping like a fish and met her and Mirio's eyes a few times, before awkwardly clearing his throat. 

"Uh, well, he has a smaller form? Because of an injury about six or seven years ago he has a time limit? And, uhm, I kind of overheard him speaking on the phone about transferring his quirk or something? Yeah, that's about everything I know about him other than he's a quirkist." 

And all the puzzle pieces fell together. 

"Wait. Did All Might give you his quirk, Mirio? Kami, no wonder your bones shattered. The quirk is stupidly strong, and the sheer force behind it must be enormous. The only question now is, how did he give you the quirk? How does it work? Did All Might also inherit it from somewhere? Did All Might also experience the bone shattering? How will it affect your original quirk? Will it mutate? Or will it stay the same? Or maybe it will do something to your body? Since All Might also buffs up whenever he uses the quirk, will you do the same? What's the quirk called? Oh, what about..." 

Izuku dived into one of the deepest mutter rabbit holes he's ever been in and didn't even notice the baffled looks that were sent to him. Only after multiple minutes did he catch himself and slammed a hand over his mouth, accompanied by a muffled sorry. 

The infirmary stayed silent a few moments longer, before Mirio let out a long sigh. 

"Okay, Midoriya was it, right? The quirk is called One For All. And I'm going to tell you all about it what I know up until now, since you now know that it can be transferred. You need to understand that you can't talk to anybody about this, okay?" 

Izuku nodded determindly. A quirk that could be transferred would get the generel public into an uproar and many people would be in danger. 

"Alright. So the things I know about it is, that All Might is the eighth user, and I'm the ninth. He got it from his predecessor, after telling her how Japan needed a symbol to rely on. 

She died and now he is the symbol of peace. He said that since he was so badly injured he needed to find a successor, and he chose me. It's a stockpiling quirk apparently, and All Might said he never had the problem with the bone breaking, and knew how to control it immediately. Well, it looks like I don't, huh?" 

Mirio finished and honestly, he left out so much, Izuku was dying to ask millions of questions. However, he saw and heard the pain Mirio must be in, and decided to let him rest. 

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. After all, I found out about his time limit a bit more than a year ago, even before UA, and I haven't told a soul. Not even most of the teachers know that I know about it. Now go and get healed up, those injuries look like they hurt bad." 

The blond, beady eyed boy sent him a small smile and Recovery Girl got to work. 

Seems like he'd get a hospital bed buddy.

And he had a lot to think about. 

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Izuku was finally released from Recovery Girl on sunday and was allowed to go home. Aizawa Sensei drove him home and helped him up the stairs with the crutches, which proved to be really exhausting, judging by the fact that he lived on the fifth floor. He could have it worse, like living on the top one, the eighth floor, but oh well, small mercies. 

The next day, Aizawa was standing infront of his door, waiting for him, and apparently the teacher was already fed up with the time consuming hobbling up and down the stairs, so he simply picked him up bridal style and walked down. 

Izuku of course was infinitely embarrassed and had to hit Hito more than just one time over the head in the car for laughing at his expense. 

Yamada Sensei turned up the radio and began to sing along and this time Hito seemed to be embarrassed about his Papa, but ultimately also sang along and nudged the greenette to do the same and if he did, and the entire car went silent to listen to him singing "The Tornado" from The Owl City, a pre-quirk era song with both orchestra and spacey sounds in it, aswell as a beautiful storyline in the lyrics. 

The part where the singer almost screams was where Izuku completely forgot himself and he basically wrecked his voice, but he was proud of how he did, until he remembered that he wasn't alone in the car, Yamada Sensei grinning at him through the rear mirror with a surprised but still mischievious smile wrinkling his eyes.

"Yoyoyo, little listener! You've got one hell of a voice hidden under your normal soft spoken facade, yeah!" 

The transfer student froze completely, his face taking on the colour of a strawberry, and nuzzled his face into Hito's neck, who simply chuckled. 

"Yeah, Zuzu, one hell of a voice. I wonder just what could be said or made with that voice of yours?~" 

Aaaaaand that got him another smack over the head and Aizawa choked on his coffee to go cup. 

"Shut it, Hito, or I'll take away Waffles from you!" He hissed playfully at his boyfriend who let out a dramatic gasp. "You wouldn't dare!" 

He leaned into his face a bit more. 

"Oh yes I would, and you know it. I don't go back on my promises. Remember when I told you that time Bakugou told me to off myself and I thought 'try me'? Well, one week later he did it again and I jumped out the window from the second floor! Don't worry, outside was a tree I jumped on, but I sure made Bakugou's lackey's piss themselves after pulling that stunt and hiding in the branches, and quickly ran home before they could find me."

He let himself fall back into his seat, a triumphant smile across his face, which shattered as soon as he heard Aizawa speak up.

"Bakugou did what?"

The malice was basically dripping off him and Izuku flinched, away and into Hito's side and hid his face into his neck. 

Kami, he made a teacher mad. No, no, no, no, no, not again. He'll be beat up again and locked into the next janitor's closet for hours. Will they pull out the ruler? Or even worse, will they bring him to Principal Takaoka? That man's got a quirk that gives other people really bad hallucinations about their worst fears... 

His hands were shaking with how hard he was gripping the fabric of Hito's shirt. He couldn't breathe. 

The walls of the car seemed to close in on him and he pressed deeper into Hito's side, not aware of the car slowing down und pulling to the side. 

A hand tentatively touched his back and he screamed, startled. Did they bring him to Takaoka already? Nononooonnonono, he was gonna get punished, he's gonna get hit and then he's gonna see his boyfriends die and his mom die and his dad burn him again and he's gonna be suffocated by the sludge villain again and-

"Midoriya!" He heard Takaoka's voice, he was here, he was gonna use his quirk on him and hurt him, and beat him. 

He was unbuckled. And with that realisation he made a mad dash out of the car, but yelped out in pain as he tried to step on his injured foot and collapsed to the floor. 

They were in Takaoka's office, and Izuku was backed up against the corner of the room, opposite to the door, the figure of Takaoka loomed threateningly above him and he saw the fist coming down to his face and held his arms protectively over his head and pulled his knees up to shield his vital organs as well as he could. 

However, the fist never found its target.

"Shit!" 

Hitoshi's voice really startled Hizashi, and he slightly swerved the car. "What's wrong, Hitoshi?" He asked, immediately alarmed. 

It wasn't uncommon for Hitoshi to swear, but not in that tone. 

His son was on edge, and from the rear mirror he could see the almost panicked face he was making.

"Zuzu has made some very unpleasant memories with angry teachers at his past schools, and Dad saying that with that much anger in his voice must have triggered a panic attack or something!"

Next to him Shota sucked in a breath. "Fuck, I'm sorry" 

"I don't think he can hear you right now... He's shaking and hyperventilating." 

"Okay, I'm pulling over the car. Do you know what helps with his panic attacks?" He asked while pulling into the next side alley. 

Midoriya started whimpering in distress, sobs building up and breathing attempts getting louder and faster. 

Shota got out of the car and opened the door on Midoriya's side, and he heard the sound of the seat belt unbuckling. Suddenly, Midoriya screamed and before he could blink, the little listener was out of the car, shoved Sho to the side harshly and after stepping on his bad foot collapsed to the ground, crying in both pain and fear. 

Everyone was out of the car immediately, him included. 

Sho tried to get near the kid, but as soon as he stepped even one step forward the kid scurried back until he hit the wall and brought up his arms and legs protectively. 

His heart hurt at the sight. That behaviour was not something kids should know how to do so effectively, not even if their instincts told them to. No, that behaviour was learned. Normally only found in kidnapping victims or the likes. 

He stepped forward and put a hand on his husband's shoulder, who looked like his heart shattered into a million pieces. 

"Normally hugs and grounding touches help, but when I touched his back he made a break for it." 

Realisation hit him like a tornado. 

"Sho, that's not a normal panic attack, that's a PTSD-episode." 

His cat loving husband turned around, enlightment written all over his face, before catching the sight of Hitoshi, who was now openly crying. 

"Kami, Papa, I don't know what to do. He's never had a PTSD-episode that I know of before... I don't know-" He was cut off by Sho hugging him and hushing him, and he signed Hizashi to take care of Midoriya. 

He nodded, and went to crouch two meters away from the little listener, who was still curled up against the wall, not breathing correctly. 

Taking a deep breath, he began to talk to the boy, crouching down and making himself as small and non threatening as possible. 

"Hey Midoriya. It's okay, you're not in danger. It's me, Yamada Sensei, but you can call me Mic Sensei too, whatever you'd like. Do you remember? We're on our way to UA, to make a great hero out of you, little listener...." 

He continued to introduce himself over and over again to Midoriya, ever so slowly creeping towards him. His knees would no doubt pop as soon as he got up from that position, but that was not an issue right now. 

It took Midoriya about two minutes until a flicker of recognition flew through his unseeing eyes, and he used that moment to get even more close. 

"Come on, listener, it's me, Yamada Sensei, and I wanna help you. Can you take a deep breath for me?" 

He very patiently waited until he recieved a small, barely noticable nod, and a desperate breath right afterwards. He himself started to overly exaggeratedly breathe, and watched very proudly, how Midoriya seemed to only focus on his chest moving up and down, trying to match the rhythm. 

While he did that he still crept forward and was soon right infront of Midoriya, but still left him a path to escape to. He didn't want him to feel cornered, after all.

"You're doing such a great job, listener. Yes, that's it. Can I touch your shoulder? I won't hurt you, I just want to help you." 

Beautiful viridian eyes flitted up to his, afraid and calculating, and he looked back at him, smiling his sincerest smile possible. It took almost uncomfortably long for Midoriya to respond yet again, but eventually, he gave another small, almost non existent nod, and Hizashi telegraphed his movements and made them as obvious as possible. 

He slowly laid one hand on the side of the kid's shoulder, rubbing gentle, soothing circles into it.

At first, the kid's breath hitched and he tensed, but Hizashi didn't give up, and simply continued to repeat the movement, hoping the touch would anchor his student back into reality. He vaguely registered Sho and Hitoshi moving behind him, but he didn't pay it any mind. 

He felt the tension leave the kid's body a little bit and began to go up and down his arm, increasing the area of touch. His breathing was way better now, still a bit too fast for comfort, but far away from hyperventilating. 

"That's it, kid. Do you know who I am now?" 

He recieved another nod.

"Can you tell me my name, I kind of forgot it?" He sheepishly looked to the side, knowing that showing him something he was embarrassed about would help him get out of that state. 

"S-sensei?" Well, not really his name, but that has to do for now.

"Right! That was it. Thank you, listener! Do you know your name?" 

It took him a while longer to answer that, but the shaking was going down a bit, and he counted it as a win.

"Izuku M-Midoriya" 

He smiled his usual Present Mic smile after that. They were getting somewhere!

"That's a really great name! Did you know that I run a radio show? It's called 'Put Your Hands Up Radio' and I air it every evening at eight." 

"I-I know. I've listened to it since- since I was a kid."

Aaaawwww he had a fan!!!

"That's awesome, listener! What's your favourite song I played?" 

He watched as the freckled boy's legs went down again, relaxing and releasing tension, taking off his guard. 

"Maniac, by StrayKids, from the pre-quir-quirk era." 

He watched as the kid took in another deep breath and he slowly sat down next to him, pulling him into a side hug. 

The kid surprisingly let him. 

"Are you okay now, listener?" He watched closely for Midoriya's reaction, and was relieved to find no tension seeping back in.

"Yeah, sorry about that..." The kid actually looked guilty as he said that, which was not working for Hizashi. Pulling the kid a bit closer, he huffed out a breath of air, overly exasperating, in an attempt to lighten the mood a bit. 

"No, no, none of that guilt here! You look worse than Shota when he comes home and realises he forgot to feed the cats. Everybody has a few weak and vulnerable moments in their life. Are you ready to get back to the car?" 

A small snort escaped him at the side comment with the cats and the voice hero lived for it. 

"Yeah, thank you for... all of this." The kid heaved himself up, propping himself against the wall, and Hizashi made quick work to help him get back to the car without his crutches.

"Of course, listener, anytime"

Hitoshi and Sho had given them space and retreated back into the car, and he helped Midoriya into the seat, and watched with mild amusement and a raised eyebrow how he immediately latched onto Hitoshi's side, who didn't even need to look up to know that carding through the curls would calm him down even more. 

The ride to UA was fairly quiet, but not uncomfortably so. He made sure to put on some more calming music, and the only major thing that happened was Sho apologizing, and Midoriya readily accepting the apology. 

Kami, this kid was too pure for this world. 

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The rest of the day was thankfully quite calm. Izuku was exhausted after the PTSD-episode, and basically slept as soon as he was back in the car. Hito had pet him awake by nudging his cheek, and they slowly made their way to classroom 1A. He was so out of it, that he didn't even notice how Aizawa put a hand on Bakugou's shoulder as soon as he stepped into the classroom and dragged him somewhere. 

He only noticed that Sensei and him were gone when instead of Aizawa Vlad Sensei came into the room and held homeroom. Sensei also didn't come back to them during the first four periods, and nobody saw a trace of Bakugou during that time and lunch either. 

After lunch Aizawa Sensei came in and looked exhausted. Izuku immediately noticed. He also didn't see the man's usual coffee with him, and looked down at Hito's coffee from the coffee machine in the cafeteria. 

He decided before he even thought about it, and carefully grabbed Hito's fresh, steaming cup of coffee, maneuvered one of his crutches under his arm and slowly hobbled up to the teacher's desk. 

Still being extra careful with the hot liquid, he set it down and immediately supported himself with his now free hand against the desk. 

"Is something wrong, problem child?" Aizawa Sensei asked suddenly and he caught himself staring at the capture weapon. 

"Oh, uhm, I just noticed that you look a bit tired and that you don't have your usual coffee with you, which means something must have happened in the four periods you weren't here, so I thought I could give you one?" 

Kami, he completely forgot how embarrassing that was bound to be. 

"Thank you, Midoriya, I appreciate it. Go back to your seat." The underground hero nodded to him, face as blank as ever. 

Izuku did as he was told, and only got one playful smack up the back of his head from Hito, who noticed way too late that his beloved coffee was gone and now being sipped by his dad. 

"Alright, class, I have an announcement to make that I didn't trust Vlad to do for the life of me in homeroom. This year is different than normal years at UA, for one, the whole USJ incident wasn't planned, and almost all of you showed me less potential than I originaly thought you had during the Sports Festival. Never in UA history did an entire class from the Support Department manage to dominate the Festival as they did this year. To sum it up, you need to improve. And for that, there will be a training camp held at an undisclosed location. Here are the things you'll have to get, the camp starts next week, departure is at six a.m. sharp. Anyone who misses the deadline will be left behind. Questions?" 

The class immediately was in an uproar and questions were asked nonstop. After about twenty minutes of the Q&A session, Sensei got tired and told them that they had all the information they needed and bundled up in his monstrosity of a sleeping bag. 

Uraraka came up to him and tapped him on the shoulder, which he didn't really like right now, but was otherwise fine with it. She was a pretty nice girl after all, and she was almost always a really positive person to hang out with, so he had accepted her proposal of friendship about three weeks ago, two weeks after having transferred.

"Hey, Midoriya-kun! What would you think about the whole class going to the mall together to shop for all of those items? I bet it'd be fun!" She happily exclaimed and Iida seemed to have heard her, immediately hurrying to his desk, hand chopping motion ongoing, as he chimed in.

"Yes, that would be a perfect excercise to strengthen the bonds and friendships within the class! As class representative it is my duty to ensure that the class dynamics are flawless! Today's heroics classes have been canceled, since the teachers have a meeting today, so what does everyone think about going to the mall today?" 

"I've got time, kero."

"That sounds really manly!" 

"I have time, and I would really like to keep the economy flowing by purchasing the needed items." 

"Oooh, maybe we could go to the arcade afterwards and dance and play a bit!" 

"Revelry in the darkness."

"I did want to go to the mall today anyway, I ran out of flour."

"Whoever comes with me won't have to pay. It's on Endeavor."

Confirmations rang out all over the room, the only ones who weren't coming were Ojiro and Koda, since the tailed one had martial arts training today and Koda needed to get home to his pets.

"What about Bakugou? Speaking of, where is he today?" Iida asked, raising his voice so Aizawa Sensei knew he was being spoken to. 

"Bakugou won't be able to come, he has a meeting with the principal today, which will take longer than normal school hours. You're dismissed, the bell has rang five minutes ago. Have a nice day." 

With that the teacher unzipped himself and walked out the door, throwing the now empty to go cup of coffee into the trash, stopped before turning around, taking the cup back out of the trash and put it into the correct one, the one for cardboard and not plastic. 

The entire class watched him silently and before he completely stepped out of the room, he stopped, kept looking forward.

"It's important to properly seperate the different kinds of trash for proper recycling purposes." And with that, he was gone. 

The class only looked at each other for a moment, before going on with their lives as if nothing happened, and packed their things, small talk going on the entire time. 

Hito showed Izuku his phone, which displayed a short chat between him and Nei, telling him what they were up to and not to wait for them. His boyfriend swung his own backpack over his back and snatched Izuku's from him before he could put it on and simply pushed his crutches into his hands, and he complied without another word. If Hito was sure of something, there was no going back or talking him out of it. 

The way to the mall was pretty short, since it was only ten minutes away from the school on foot, and they arrived. Soon, they split up into groups of two or more, to get what they needed and Hito and him were left alone. 

"So, where do you wanna go? Personally I need new shoes, mine are wrecked." Hito asked, and Izuku agreed to go shoe shopping. Inside the store they split up, both going into opposite directions because of the different kinds of shoes they were looking for, and Izuku found himself at the entrance of the shop, before the section with the horrendous looking red hightops for quirkless people. 

He sighed to himself, the discrimination definitely wasn't getting better. He crouched down as steadily as possible, which was still a bit hard considering the fact that his leg was still casted, but eventually he managed. He searched for his shoe size and didn't notice the man clad in black sweatpants and black hoodie coming into the store and staring at him. 

When he finally found his size, he went to the register and paid, texting Hito that he'd go into the store on the left side of the shoe store to get toiletries and the likes. 

Before he could enter though, an arm wrapped around his shoulders and a hand settled around his neck.

"Well, well, well, what have we here? Little mister first place!" The voice was scratchy, and really familiar, so he turned his head to look at the man, and immediately regretted it. 

Crusty skin, piercing red eyes and light pale blue hair was looking down on him, a manic grin on his face. 

Shigaraki Tomura.

The villain who attacked the USJ.

Four fingers pressed into his neck, and he audibly swallowed. Five point touch activation quirk then. 

"Come on, we don't want to exhaust you with your injury. Let's sit down somewhere." 

He didn't find it in himself to resist, so he hobbled along, until they were sitting inside a café. 

What did Shigaraki want with him? Did he find out he was the one that shot him? 

The hand was still around his neck, pressing uncomfortably hard into his arteries, cutting the blood flow to his brain off a bit. 

"Who knew I'd stumble upon you all alone in the mall, huh? Anyways, I wanted to talk to you, Midoriya Izuku..." Shigaraki drawled out and a shiver went down his spine. 

He waited patiently, until Shigaraki gathered his words, completely frozen in place. 

"How come that even though I wrecked havoc in Hosu you  and the Hero Killer Stain got more media attention than me? And you weren't even in Japan at the time." 

Is he talking about the I-Island incident? But that was like a month ago... He did hear about Hosu, where the league of villains attacked, that was also where Iida tried to avenge his brother and then ultimately faced off the Hero Killer, but only lost an arm in the process. The Hero Killer was arrested by Best Jeanist, who happened to be there in that moment. 

He didn't know that the League of Villains was connected to the USJ incident though. Better file that information away for later, well, if he survived this shitshow, that is. 

"Uhm, I-I guess I was featured because I-Island was being held hostage, and I-Island is the third securest place on earth, right after UA and Tartarus. And the Hero Killer, well. People knew what his motives were, why he did it. You only attack children and wreak pointless havoc. In the eyes of- of the media, you don't have that important, exciting backstory, or motivation or something, which makes you less interesting?" 

He glanced back up to see Shigaraki staring at him, and he couldn't surpress the involuntary flinch away. Thankfully the villain didn't seem to notice, or if he did, he didn't care. 

A tense silence silence settled inbetween them and Izuku very subtly tried to get away from him, but to his dismay, the rogue noticed. 

"Ah, ah, ah, don't run away. Otherwise this will happen to your throat..." He picked out a flower from the vase on their table with two fingers and slowly put each finger down, until the fifth finger touched and the flower decayed. 

His hands began to shake, and his pulse picked up in speed. There was no doubt Shigaraki didn't notice that, with his four fingers pressed against his throat. 

Izuku's body and mind both screamed at him to get away, to get some distance inbetween them, to get to safety, to scream for help. 

But the rational part of his mind told him that he would endanger the countless civilians around him to the same fate. So, very reluctantly, he leaned back into the awkward side hug and felt, as Shigaraki relaxed a little bit. He was still tense as fuck, don't get him wrong, but he relaxed ever so slightly. 

"Good hero student~ it seems like you have some brains in that head of yours. Now, back to our conversation, shall we? We were talking about the Hero Killer. What's so different between him and me though? I kill heroes, he kills heroes, I'm a villain, he's a villain. So what's the difference?" 

That question seemed to actually trouble him, and Izuku desperately hoped he wouldn't be disintegrated on the spot for his answer. 

"W-Well, as I said, the people don't know your motivations and reasons for the things you do. To them, you're just one of the many villains around, if more prone to mass terrorisations and attacks. Stain has made it known that he thinks that any other hero than All Might is a fake and therefore needs to be eliminated. He advertises about the fact that as soon as heroes get money and fame, that they forget the true meaning of being a hero. Helping people, because they have a good heart and the right spirit and mindset or something. The people also aren't necessarily scared of him, since he only goes after heroes and not civilians. You however get percieved as a heartless maniac who doesn't care if children or innocents get hurt or die. And he idolises All Might, which is also a plus for most people." 

He stopped to breathe in, the hand had tightened around his neck and sweat was beginning to build on his forhead. 

"Of course. Everything comes back to All Might, doesn't it? All Might always cuts through my perfect plans. I hate him."

With every word the villain seemed to get even more enraged, and the greenette's breathing attempts picked up, his air pipes were now almost completely pressed close.

He took in a ragged breath and now simply went with the flow, his vision was getting dark around the edges because of too little oxygen.

"Y-You're not alone there, Shigaraki-" A cough shook his body and the hand around him untensed and he sucked in a desperate breath of air. 

"You don't like All Might? A future hero student that doesn't like All Might? Oh how the tables have turned, this is starting to get even more interesting than I hoped it'd be. Care to elaborate, Midoriya Izuku?" 

It wasn't a question, and they both knew it. It was a demand. And there was no option of saying no. 

"Let's just say that he doesn't like me and actively tries to keep me from becoming a hero because he's a biased and privileged dick?" The statement formed into a question and he hated that he sounded so intimidated, but who could blame him? He was being held at gun point- well, hand point, but still. 

"Oh? So you also see that All Might isn't the perfect hero everybody sees him as?" Shigaraki prodded, and Izuku tentavely nodded.

"Yeah. I mean, people don't know that, but he's a horrible teacher. And don't even get me started on how Stain is wrong to worship him like he does. Like, he's literally the number one hero, is rich as hell and is almost always giving some kind of interview. He's also a liar. I don't know if you watched it, but he was interviewed about the USJ and he took all the credit, even though it was a student who took you out." 

He deliberately kept it a secret that it was him that shot him and the Nomu. 

"Ah, yes, that was quite confusing. I still remember the sharp pain in my arm after being shot by one of you brats... All Might really is horrible, isn't he? Well, it seems like our time is up. I'll be on my way now. See you soon, Midoriya Izuku~" Shigaraki drawled out while untangling his fingers from his throat and smoothly sliding out of the seat they were sharing. 

Only after he heard the bell from the door ring out that Shigaraki had left the café did he dare to suck in a deep breath. 

What the actual fuck? 

He didn't know how long he simply sat there and breathed, in the far back corner of the shop, leaning against the wall. 

He blinked himself back to awareness after realising that he probably needed to report this, and he dialed Aizawa Sensei's number. 

It didn't take long for the man to pick up, only four rings were needed.

The gruff voice answered with a disinterested "Midoriya?" and the voice, the realisation that he could hear Aizawa was enough for Izuku to break down sobbing in relief.

"... and that is the reason I think Jirou should train with Ashido during the training camp-" He was interrupted when his phone rang and muttered a quick apology before looking who it was and deciding to leave them be. However, when he saw Midoriya's name popping up on his screen, something in his gut moved uncomfortably. 

He sent an apologizing look to Nedzu, who simply said "Put it on speaker if you have to interrupt the meeting like this." and picked up, sounding as disinterested as possible while saying the kids name while putting him on speaker and lying the phone onto the conference table. 

A choked up sob could be heard, as was elevated breathing, and he immediately knew something was wrong. The other teachers immediately straightened  in their seats, also alarmed at the sound.

"Midoriya, what's wrong? What happened?" Kami, hopefully it was just some teenager drama and they could laugh about it. 

"S-Sensei, Shig-Shigaraki, he-he, kami. He approached m-me and- a-and-" A hiccup could be heard and the atmosphere got a few degrees colder. 

"Where are you now? Did he hurt you? I'm coming." He looked at Nedzu who was already on his laptop tracking the phone call. 

"He's at the café in the mall, furthest corner from the exit." And with that, he grabbed his capture weapon and ran. He left his phone with the other teachers, they'd keep the kid calm until he was there. Kami, he couldn't take a break, could he? First the PTSD-episode in the morning, now this. 

It took him a bit less than four minutes to barge into the café and immediately spotted him, curled up in the far corner of the room, rocking slightly to ground himself.

He slowed down and approached, calling out to him. The kid's head immediately whipped to him, and he visibly relaxed upon seeing him.

Good. 

"What happened, Midoriya?"

He sat down next to him on the seat, shielding him from anything that could harm him with his body and forcing his attention on him in the process. Another hiccup and sob tore through his body and his hands were visibly shaking.

"I-I was shopping for sh-shoes with Hito, and then we split up in the shop because we needed different kinds of shoes and after I paid I texted him I'd be in the shop next door, and then Shigaraki put an arm over my shoulder and a hand around my throat and brought me here and he asked me questions and my opinion about the Hero Killer and All Might and he showed me his quirk and he decayed a flower and said that that could have been me and he had four fingers around my throat and he was so close to putting down the fifth and decaying me in the process and I couldn't do anything without endangering the nearby civilians so I had to play along and-" 

He put a hand on his knee, and watched as he sucked in a desperate breath after the word vomit he just witnessed. 

"It's okay, you did good, kid. You did such a good job. Come on, let's get you somewhere else." 

He gently tugged at the knee and Midoriya followed him. Even with the crutches the kid stuck to his side, tears still running down his face. 

A police car was waiting outside, the mall was being evacuated. He got into the car with Midoriya at his side, who immediately scootched over to him, not yet touching him, but still very close. The kid was still shaking like a leaf, and he decided to unceremoniously dump his capture weapon around his head, starteling him in the process, and then watched the kid grip the fabric and relax a bit into it. 

The car ride to the police station didn't take long, and soon they were greeted by Detective Tsukauchi, a good friend of Shota's. 

He was a steady anchor while Midoriya retold his encounter with Shigaraki and helped him stay out of panicking.

It troubled him deeply that Shigaraki seemingly stumbled upon Midoriya and decided to talk to him. l

He shared more than just one concerned look with Tsukauchi, and he was worried. 

Just what did Shigaraki want with his class?

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Hey guys! 

Sooo I sincerely have to apologize, but I kind of forgot the entire plot from this story because I was hit by a car on my way home and my head hit the ground rather harshly, but I'll try my best while being in the hospital to remember! 

Don't worry, I'm fine now and the memories are coming back gradually and I should be able to remember some time soon, the doctors said. 

Up to that point I'll start a new fic! 

I don't know what I'll call it yet, but I have a vague idea of what it's gonna be about and I'll, yet again, make Izuku suffer. :) 

Probably.

So until I remember, stay safe people, and look before you cross a street! 

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I mean it, left, right, left and just for good measure right again.

Up until then, this fic is hereby put on hold. 

I'll update you with a new chapter as soon as possible!