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So being a hero meant you get stalkers…
That would have been good to know beforehand.
Okay so, he isn’t a hero really. But with the amount of nonsense he goes through on a weekly basis, Izuku’s sure he has enough experience to be one a thousand times over.
Case in point, right fucking now .
“Could you at least do this somewhere less public?!” he shouts at the crazed blonde, parrying her knife attack with a metal food tray. A quick glance around shows everyone else in the food court surrounding them, far enough away to not be caught in the fight-
–-But close enough to get a really sick recording if your hands are steady enough.
They won’t be though.
They never are.
“But I just want to see you
bleed!!”
Toga Himiko shouts at him, swiping and slashing at him with what’d look like reckless abandonment to anyone who isn’t familiar with her fighting style.
Izuku is though.
He’s very familiar.
“But I was having lunch!” he shouts in frustration, one of his hands quickly gesturing out to the side where a…
Actually what was that? It’s thrown onto the floor and smushed into a paste, but he can’t for the life of him remember what he had just ordered.
Damn mall food places.
She manages to get a cheap shot off on him, using her one hand to distract him with a swing and using the other to throw and bury one of her throwing knives into his bicep.
Izuku barely notices though.
“And I was with friends!!” he quickly brings his hand back up to grab the food tray shield, using the other one to point out to one of the walls of spectators.
“You got this Mr.Deku!” shouts Eri, giving Izuku a double thumbs up and a determined scrunch of her eyebrows.
“Just tell me when you want to tap out,” a smirking Mirio says, holding the mini unicorn in his arms and nodding to him like he isn't in a literal knife fight.
“Now!! I choose now! I tap out now!” Izuku shouts, eyes going wide when Toga knife stabs through the metal of the serving tray.
Where even are the heroes?
“Oh come on,” Mirio complains with that goddamn smirk still on his stupid little canadian looking face - “It’s only been like two minutes! That’s gotta be against the rules or something”
“I. AM. BEING. ATTACKED”
“But you guys would look so cute together! Wouldn’t they Eri?”
“Very cute,” She agrees with a lip pout and a nod.
“Oh do not try and convert her over to your side”
“Hey, this is what happens when you get her to choose what my hero outfit should look like”
“You can’t complain about that! She said it looked pretty!”
“You bribed her with candy apples! That’s unfair!”
“It’s totally fair! Plus, it’s not my fault if your hero outfit’s bad”
“You designed it”
Another slash from Toga finally catches him in the shoulder, earning a squeal from the girl at finally getting a hit.
“Oh I can’t wait to see you bleed! It’s going to be so pretty seeing your blood run down your-”
She doesn’t even get to finish before she’s conked in the head with the metal tray, neck snapping back as the knife is forced from her hand.
Another swift blur of movement and she finds herself pinned to the floor, one hand grasping the back of her neck while the other keeps a vise hold on her wrists. Izuku uses his own legs to hold her down, his hips pressing her own into the ground.
It’s the…11th time they’ve been like this?
A lot of Izuku's fighting style involves grappling. Actually, it involves a lot of things. He’s had to get creative with what he can do.
It’s not like he’s got some kinda crazy powerful super strength quirk. Hell, there was a theory going around the support course that All Might’s able to pass on his quirk.
Some kind of energy thing. He had heard it from Mei, and after bringing it up to the rest of the students in the hero course, he had frankly decided that he did not want anything like that.
If it’s even real that is.
Heck, if he got some crazy superpower that boosted his own quirk, Izuku’s unsure if he’d even be able to die.
With her pinned, he lifts the hand from her neck and rips out the knife she stabbed into his arm.
In a matter of seconds, the wound stitches itself up, the bleeding stops and the skin already returns to its normal colour.
‘Izuku Midoriya- in case you’re reading this and have absolutely no idea who the main character is you dumbass- His quirk: [Super Regeneration] ’
‘...’
‘What? You want a better description? What’s there to say? You already woke me up in the middle of the night to do voice overs. I want to go back to sleep! I’ve got 3 jobs, the work-life balance I have is toeing a line and I am being shoved to one side for every second that I am awake-’
“Oh Izuku,” Toga chirps with kissy lips and a blushing face. “Just let me stab you just a little bit. Just enough to see your blood flowing down your body and passed your chiseled- ”
“Toga!” Izuku chastises. “There are children here!”
She side-glances him, before resting them on Eri…and then back and forth enough to feel appropriate.
“... jawline?”
“Nice save,” Mirio shouts from the side.
“Oh you are no help!”
Izuku perks up when he hears quickly approaching footsteps, heavy with a cosmetic feel to them.
Hero’s.
“Oh thank god,” Izuku sighs, already looking around for whichever hero was called.
Turns out that was the wrong move.
There’s enough of a weight shift for Toga to pivot her shoulder against the ground and rotate herself to fling Izuku off her.
It’s barely a second before she’s up and already jumping across the set up tables, Izuku quickly picking himself up to all 4’s.
“H-Hey!” he shouts, kicking off the ground and chasing after her. “Get back here Toga!”
“Go get her Deku!”
“Go get your girl!”
“Both of you, stop talking!”
He’s pretty sure the hero that had shown up just ran as soon as they had seen what was actually happening. Which, if you aren’t in 1-A, is a normally reasonable reaction.
Toga’s terrifying.
Even if she is wearing a neon pink, poofy prom dress.
What the hell even is his life anymore?
He dives forwards, reaching his hands out to grab her feet as she clears the area between the tables.
He misses, and instead impacts the side with enough force to lose his breath.
“Sorry Izu,” Toga playfully says, standing atop the last table in the room, one positioned right next to the wall that’s made entirely out of glass. They’re on the second floor so he’s got a decent view of the outside from here.
Huh, he’s pretty sure he can see Kacchan down there.
“But we’ll have to pick this up another time!” a quick salute and a little tippy tap of her feet leaves the civilians still present watching in confusion…
Only for her to tuck and roll before throwing herself out through the glass, shattering it and somehow vanishing before she even hits the ground.
Izuku groans in dissatisfaction, planting a hand on the table to push himself up.
“Hey,” Mirio says, casually approaching him with Eri still hanging in his arm. “You ready to go finish lunch?”
“Mmmmmm…Yeah…Being stabbed makes a guy hungry”
“Is it supposed to?”
“Heck if I know”
They simply turn around and walk back to their table, probably to go eat somewhere else.
No more of a reaction, nothing when the actually competent hero’s show up and start restricting the area. Just casual conversation as they leave.
Almost like this happens way too often.
-]=|=[-
“Sensei said that I rushed in too fast without analyzing the situation first. But that doesn’t make any sense, I did as much as I could! There was no way to know those bat’s were actually explosive.”
A certain green haired hero student starts his walk home, hand on his chin as he mutters away.
“But what about the chains? I know we were just talking with Sensei-Midnight about things like that, but it seemed a little excessive- WILL YOU STOP FOLLOWING ME!?!?!”
Izuku turns around rapidly and screams, causing the blonde haired stalker to panic and hide herself.
Directly behind a toothpick thin streetlight.
“Shoo! Scram!” he waves a hand, talking to her like an annoying pet.
“But Izu-”
“No! I don’t want you knowing where I live! I keep my personal life, and my UA life very separate. My Mom already has enough heart attacks just hearing what I go through. I don’t want to bring a murderous psychopath obsessed with stabbing me to where I sleep!”
“...”
“...”
“Your mother you say-”
“Is that the only thing you heard from that?”
“Well I wanna meet the parents! Or- parent. Y’know I never learned what happened to your dad-”
“Just-
stop stalking me!”
“. . .”
“. . .”
“Do I have to or-”
“Toga!!”
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“Hey Midoriya,” Kirishima blocks the incoming hook, parrying the blow and responding with a cross jab forwards. “What’s with that blonde villain chick that keeps stalking you”
Midoriya bobs and weaves around the attack, casting a quick glance at Aizawa-sensei overlooking their quirkless spar.
“Who, Toga?”
“The one with knife’s and the whole blood thing?”
“Yeah”
“Then yes, her”
Kiri manages a hit to his shoulder, causing Midoirya to rotate his torso and lean into the momentum of the hit, using it to throw his own punch into his opponent’s cheek.
Kirishima, of course, shrugs it off.
And so does Midoriya.
“She’s obsessed because like, her whole thing is blood and wanting to drain pe-”
BAM
The red-head manages a full fisted strike right into Midoriya’s nose, snapping his head back and stumbling the same direction as Kiri hops back a meter or two for distance.
The Greenette brings his head back forwards, blowing out a glob of blood onto the sparring mat that he’ll have to clean off when the fights over. His nose cracks and quickly resets itself back into place.
“--And wanting to drain people, and since I can’t really ever run out of blood. I’m like a full course meal for her”
“How’d you even meet someone like that?”
“Well, uuuhhhhhh-”
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“Ha ha! Stab!” Himiko Toga jumps out from the shadows, plunging one of her extra long knives into Midoriya’s arm.
Midoriya, having been walking home from his self-made workout area at Takoba Municipal Beach Park, jolts back away from her, automatically ripping the knife from her grasp and pulling it from his shoulder.
It clatters to the ground as the rip in his sleeve shows off his rapidly closing wound.
Himiko looks on with wide eyes, mouth slightly open.
Well isn’t this just swell.
“Hi there! I’m Himiko Toga! You’re my boyfriend now!”
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“--hhhhhhhh…y’know it was really unclear?”
“Well, I hope it gets better for you, cause she-”
WHAM
Kirishima’s knocked back, his instinctual hardening doing near nothing to prevent him from the hysterical strength of Midoriya, throwing a dangerous jab to the face and giving him a broken nose in retaliation.
“Automatic forfeit,” Aizawa calls. “Kirishima used his quirk”
Midoriya reaches out and picks the unfazed pseudo-red-head up, wiping his bloodied knuckles on his shorts.
“You okay?” He asks, concerned.
“Oh yeah no I'm fine. I uhh, I just wanted to say that she’s…”
Midoriya follows the direction Kirishima’s pointing at, seeing two twin buns of blonde sticking out the top of a cat head, eyes slitted and ready to pounce.
“ Toga!! Stop it! Psst! Pssssst!!”
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Izuku’s known something’s been wrong for a while. First of all, Toga hasn’t tried to attack him even subtly this week. There’s been nothing. He had figured she had been captured and shipped off to prison for the 6th time. He knows she’ll break out, she always does.
But when he finds her sitting at the stairs of his apartment complex, knees pulled up to her chest, he finds that isn’t the case.
“Toga,” he says, already getting himself in a fighting position. “I don’t know how you found where I live, but if you-”
“Am I weird?”
That…throws him off.
“Excuse me?”
“Am I weird? Am I a weirdo?”
Izuku is…confused.
“Why do…why do you ask?” his posture shifts to a less aggressive one when he realizes she isn’t even looking at him. “Toga?”
“No reason, I just…i’ve been thinking”
There’s a beat of silence as he questions what to do, looking over his shoulder as if someone’s there to help him.
“Do you uh…wanna talk about it?”
She doesn’t respond, and simply settles for looking out towards the road.
“Not really.”
Izuku hesitantly steps closer, keeping his hands up as he stalks to her side, eventually sitting down on the same step right next to her. Unsure of what to do exactly, he ends up slinging an arm around her shoulders.
And she sits there, leaning against him as Izuku nervously shifts back and forth.
But it’s nice. They sit there, watching the sun start to set as they watch.
. . .
“So can I drink your blood or-”
“A moment…we were having a moment and you just…y’know what- sure why the heck not?”