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"So, let me get this straight."
"Okay."
"Some family's car breaks down."
"Yeah."
"So you pick it up, WITH THEM IN IT!?"
"I DON'T KNOW WHY WE'RE YELLING, BUT YES."
"AND THEN YOU CARRY THEM UP THE HILL, IN THEIR FREAKING CAR!?"
"YES, THAT IS THE GIST OF IT."
"AND YET, YOU STILL LET SOME JERKS BULLY YOU FOR BEING 'QUIRKLESS'!?"
"ONLY BECAUSE I AM."
'unbelievable.'
...
it's been a really weird couple of days for Miruko.
She was patrolling in musatufu because there wasn't much for her to do in her last location anymore, when she saw some scrawny-looking teenager carrying around a car.
No big-deal, right? Right. Just some kid with a strength-enhancer.
She saw him again the next day, but what really struck her as odd was that same kid getting mocked by some pricks for being "quirkless".
Sure, a dude who can carry 15x his bodyweight became possible when quirks first started appearing, but that was just because they might have one.
Eventually, it started to get to her, so she decided to approach him the next time she saw him.
...
She finally saw noticed him again a few days after the aforementioned incident, and then started following behind him.
And he barely looked like the same person after more than a glance.
First off, that was not a kid. He may have had a baby-face, but there was still no way he could anywhere under 18.
Plus, his physique was immaculate. He looked pretty scrawny if he had a baggy top on. But if you looked closer, and he wasn't wearing an oversized hoodie, you could see his biceps peeking out from his sleeves, and his back almost seemed too broad to fit his shirt. The word 'hot' barely cut it. (Not like she'd actually ever admit to thinking that, though.)
After a bit of (awkward) staring, she finally remembered why she came there, and spoke. "Hey, you're that dude who carried that car before, right?"
"Yea-" the green-haired young man turned around. "Miruko?! I'm a huge fan! You're my second favorite hero right behind all-might himself! Could I get your autograph?"
Great. He was definitely about to go on some fanboy rant about how cool her last big fight was, or ask way too many questions about her quirk like all the other little fanboys. But then he remembered why she was talking to him.
"Sorry for getting sidetracked. Anyway, yeah. That was me. Why are you bringing it up, though?"
He cut her off before she could answer, though. "Crap,didIscrewsomethingupsobadthatyouneededtocomearrestmeforit?!Ohmygosh,kacchanwasright!Ireallyamgointodiealoneinprisonwithoutagirlfriend-"
The somewhat attractive (I-didn't-say-that-shut-up) young man's world-record mumble-rant was cut off by the rabbit hero before he could go any further.
"Relax, I've just got a question for you. Breathe in, breathe out."
"Okay." He took the rabbit hero's advice. "What is it?"
"Why do you let those pricks call you quirkless when you've obviously got that strength-enhancer?"
He tilted his head in confusion. "Because I am?"
Cut to the conversation snippet at the top.
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Miruko wasn't really sure if it was more confusing or irritating to see some green-haired rando denying his obvious super-strength, but it was common sense that you'd need more than a bit to do the things this guy was.
"I'm afraid I don't have any other explanations. I'm just a quirkless little weakling."
It was more irritating.
"I call bull. That's impossible."
"What do you mean 'That's impossible?' I can do it, and I'm quirkless. Therefore, it's possible." He said, as though any of that meant anything more than that he sucked at debating. At least he had his looks, I suppose.
At this point, Miruko was getting too fed up to let this slide, so she decided to just prove him wrong.
And then, she had a perfect idea. She put on her most convincing facade of believing him to get him to cooperate, along with throwing in a bit of appeal to seal the deal.
"You know what? Maybe I should just give you a chance to prove it." She bent over slightly, pushed her chest together, and clasped his hands. "Meet me at the beach next week."
He tried to respond without getting too tongue-tied. "T-th-t-that sounds great! I'd lov- I mean, I wouldn't mind per se. I mean-" He also failed spectacularly.
"Just be there at 5:30. I won't keep you long, since your body is clearly in top-condition, anyway."
He went beet red while she was talking, with his hands slipping away to fail spectacularly at covering his face. He actually sort of looked like a strawberry with his freckles on that shade of red. It was pretty cute.
"S-Sure thing..."
"See you then!"
She let go of him and waved him off, taking one last good look at how flustered he was, and snickered to herself.
...
The week went by, and maybe ten minutes before the (admittedly kinda cute) little liar was supposed to arrive, Miruko was getting more than a little impatient, barely keeping herself entertained with bouncing on her toes and noticing whatever popped out to her. She used to love hanging out at that beach, although it had become a total landfill by the last time she visited.
Though that certainly wasn't the case anymore. Maybe someone had gotten some friends and cleaned it up? It was nice to see that people still cared.
While she was thinking about how nice the beach looked without all sorts of garbage littered about, a man who looked like he hadn't seen a razor or a bar of soap in months walked up to her, looking particularly disgruntled.
"Took you long enough. Was the park-bench too comfy to get up this morning?" She snarked.
"Hardy-har-har. Why did you call me out here, again?" asked the not-homeless man.
"Some guy is lying about his quirk. It's so damn annoying."
"And you want me to prove him wrong?"
"Right again. You're on a roll."
"That tends to happen pretty often. So, anyway, when will the 'freak' get here?"
"In about 15 minutes."
"Cool. So, what should I do 'till he gets here, shortstack?" he asked, completely unaware of the mistake he'd just made.
"What was that?"
...
"Who's short now?!" she demanded, with the annoying quirk-eraser in a rear naked choke.
"Still... You..."
The green-haired young man appeared at the worst possible time. I know they say "first impressions are everything." But it would probably still leave a bad taste in his mouth to see a stranger in a chokehold the second time ever meeting someone. Also, something something Aizawa's reputation, I guess.
"Um... Are you two friends?"
The two both attempted to respond. "Hey you! Tell this guy how great carrots are!" "Practically siblings."
The poor guy- The green-haired young man clearly couldn't make heads or tails of what either of them were saying. "One at a time. I can't understand either of you."
The faux-bo went first. "Yeah... Our moms were... Sorta close friends... So we're... Basically siblings."
"Yeah, yeah, sure are. Anyway, would you please tell my dearest not-brother how great carrots are, and how only hot people like them, and ugly virgins make fun of them, and that I'm superior in every way, including height?"
"Okay? I mean, I don't really mind them." Acceptable.
"And I know that you're hot." Also true.
"But I can't really say for certain about the rest." Getting colder.
"I mean, I guess there are some advantages of being short, but I was always more focused on how strong you are than anything else." Just missed the- Wait, go back.
"What did you just say?"
"What? The strength thing?" He shrugged. "You're the No.5 hero. You're literally one of the strongest people in the country."
"Before that. You said I'm hot!" Miruko reminded like a completely calm and not at all flustered person.
He opened his mouth to argue, but nothing came out. He then went beet red again, and the strawberry covered his face. "Oh my gosh. I really did..."
While Miruko was figuring out what to do about the strawberry-lookalike, the homeless-looking man finally piped back up. You remember that he was in a chokehold? Neither did Miruko and the green-haired guy. Had she actually asked his name? Not the time, maybe the place.
"Good to... see you.. getting along... Could you- let me go now?!"
"Not right now, wimp! Don't you wanna see grandma again, anyway, beanstalk!?" she replied, before tightening her chokehold.
"Leave... Grandma... Out of this!"
The green-haired young man dropped his hands and looked at the two like they were insane. Which she wasn't! Ignore the chokehold. It's a sibling thing. Maybe Aizawa was, though. It was always kind of hard to tell.
She clicked her tongue in annoyance, and begrudgingly let the faux-bo go.
"Fine. Guess you get to wait on your next visit."
As he got up, the green-haired young man offered a hand. Which the faux-bo took with a nod of gratitude, and started massaging his throat.
"Thanks, kid. Anyway, what exactly was your name, again?"
"Oh, um, Izuku midoriya, sir."
"Nice to meet you, Midoriya. I heard about your... Quirklessness?"
"Oh, yeah. I guess that is why we came here. I sort of forgot."
"Yeah, yeah, it's really nice to meet'cha 'Zuku. Now go pick up another car or something."
"Wait, did you not- Nevermind. Anyway, what about that one?" he asked, pointing at some small minivan that looked like it belonged to some family.
"Sure, sure. That'll work."
He then nodded, briskly walked up to it, and jerked it overhead with a grunt. He looked like he was enjoying the prospect of showing off, at least a little, but ultimately decided to be responsible about it.
No, he didn't. He proudly demanded that they "watch this!" and then struck the flashiest poses he could think of.
That proved to be a bad idea, though, with the fact that he almost dropped the car on his head.
After waiting through a few poses (as well as doing a little gawking) and cringing a little at the sight of her new... Acquaintance nearly dropping a minivan on his head, Miruko finally got too impatient to not ask. "What are you waiting for? Turn off his quir-"
She looked over at the faux-bo to see his hair floating, and his eyes glowing red.
She looked back and forth a couple of times to fully take it in,
"Oh my god. Do I look as stupid as I feel?" she asked, still trying to wrap her head around what was happening. "Can I put it down now?"
"Probably more." "Seriously, it's really hot out here."
"Screw you." "Screw it, I can't take it."
While the two were arguing (it was a lot more awkward with the fact that he had to spend most of that argument glancing at a dude who was totally uninvolved), Aizawa stopped mid-sentence. "How do you go from-"
He then started mumbling about not wanting to see... something, and looked away like a 60 year old just got out of the shower.
"What's the big deal?" Miruko asked before glancing at the reason they came there, and saw an eight-pack, some deceptively large pecs, and the guy they belonged to wiping sweat from his brow. -Ohhh, so that's 'something.' Wait is aizawa seriously not able to deal with shirtless men?-
She pushed the faux-bo out of the way (ignoring his annoyance) and watched the chiseled young man approach.
As Miruko wasn't staring slack-jawed (She totally was,) the gre- Midoriya finally spoke. "Sorry, I just couldn't deal with the heat, and... It's a beach, anyway. What better place than here?"
'Okay. He wasn't lying about anything, unfortunately enough. He's hot, what? He isn't a total fuckboy. He's hot. Did I say that already? He's a really nice guy. Also, he's really freaking hot. Dammit brain, shut up about how hot he is.'
"Okay... Good point-"
The faux-bo interrupted, "cool, good for you two, I'm going now. Bye. Also, remember your side of the deal, shorty."
"Bye, sir." "See ya, lanky."
The raggedy man started his long walk to his favorite corne- I mean, his house, right.
"Soooo, want me to walk you home?" asked the rabbit hero.
"Sur-" He froze up mid-sentence. "Wait a second-"
"Please tell me you're not about to freak out about talking to me again."
"Sure, I'm not about to freak out about you asking me to hang out again."
"Good-"
"Why would you want anything to do with me?! I'm a quirkless loser with nothing to his name and a crappy job as a cashier!"
"I thought you said you wouldn't freak out."
"I was obviously lying! Besides-"
"Will you shut up and let me do it if I give you my autograph?"
"Deal!"
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The two ended up playing video-games all night.