Chapter Text
Good morning dear viewers, it’s the morning weather forecast. the sun keeps shining and the heat keeps persisting in our town. The duration of this heat has already broken a Guinness world record, and it seems that the good weather isn’t going anywhere. Scientists are closely monitoring solar activity and predict its intensification. But they assure us there’s no need to worry. So grab your sunglasses take your best swimsuits and don’t forget your hats! And most importantly make sure you don’t get sunstroke. Lately there’s been more weird behavior in the town, and experts think it’s because of too much sun.
Izuku knitted his brows together as he watched Hawks move onto the usual morning news. He swore- the guy was his favorite news anchor of all time but seriously! Understatement of the year much??
He groaned as he wiped off the sweat on his forehead. Seriously, at this point, his house might as well be a damn oven with how hot the sun was assaulting the building. He was so tired these days, even now he didn’t have the energy to really be mad.
He watched as Hawks- he really lived up to his alias, chirping on happily with all of his charm even in dire times. It was one of the aspects of that man that made him like him in the first place, but right now it was just overwhelming. Was it just him? Was he going crazy or something? Because he swore that it was at least a bajillion degrees out there and he could hear his mom shuffling through the closet behind him, pulling out a large straw hat and daintily put it onto her smooth flossy green hair.
“Mooom! You’re seriously going out?” He asked, turning back to face her. She was wearing a yellow sundress peppered with sewn in clovers. It was her favorite, and it showed- she glowed in that dress. But he cared about his mother and didn’t want her to faint of heat stroke by minute five out there.
“You heard the news! It’s beautiful outside, Izuku. Are you sure you don’t want to come with?”
He simply glared, dramatically wiping away a drop of sweat that ran down his forehead. The action earned him a soft chuckled from Inko.
“Alright, suit yourself!” She grabbed a bag and made her way to the door, “oh! By the way, Izuku!”
“Yeah?”
“You know about the visitors, right?”
“Mom!” He shot up- because of course he knew about the visitors!
“I’m just making sure! Don’t open the door for anyone, alright?”
“Of course, stay safe!” He called after her, getting a hum in response before the door shut closed.
Izuku sighed, wanting to rub his temple but stopped himself because he knew that the heat from his fingers would only make him more hot. Even getting off the couch sapped his strength as he walked over to a window, peaking past the curtain-
“Gah!”
A ray of what felt like searing hot light practically blinded him.
Yup. He’ll keep that closed for now.
He briefly wondered how his mom was going to survive out there, and wondered if she had brought a pair of sunglasses before going out.
“Mhhh…” he knitted his eyebrows together, lying on the hard wooden floor.
He couldn’t get up- not that it would matter since even if he could he wouldn’t. Eyelids heavy, he sighed, his body already numb and mushy.
When he woke up, the house was no longer illuminated by the bright sunlight that slipped through the cracks of the curtains, instead the walls were dyed and ominous cool teal. Getting up, he rubbed his eyes and stretched, the house was now more of a comfortable warm temperature- maybe even a bit chilly with the shorts and t shirt combo he was sporting at the moment. Looking around, he peaked at the door, his mother’s slippers still propped neatly there.
…
‘Huh, she’s not back yet- that’s weird…’
He swallowed an uneasy lump in his throat- he hoped that she hadn’t stayed out in the sun the entire time. Maybe she went to a cafe or met up with aunty Mitsuki or something.
Speaking of, he stalked over to his bedroom, pulling apart his blackout curtains to look outside.
In the distance, stood the proud house of the Bakugou family. He remembered Kacchan always coming over and throwing rocks at his first story bedroom as a kid whenever he got scolded by Aunty Mitsuki. After the age of ten, that evolved into the blonde just kind of breaking in whenever he wanted.
Idly, he watched as a light from the Bakugou house turned off.
How was Kacchan fairing in the heat?
He smirked, probably eating a steaming hot bowl of extra spicy buldak ramyun- the masochist. He should probably test him, seeing as how he hasn’t had the energy to touch his over heating phone during the day. But, alas, he knew Kacchan well enough to know that the guy was probably sleeping right now in his effort to maintain his perfect sleep schedule.
Making his way out of his room, he darted to another window, seeing a group of teens playing ball. It was good to know that he wasn’t the only one forcing himself to become essentially nocturnal at the sudden heat wave. Just then, his doorbell rang.
Oh, mom must be back. She must’ve forgotten her keys or something.
He made his way to the door, relieved that he wouldn’t be alone anymore. As childish as it was, the house just didn’t feel right without her there.
“Mom! Finally, you’re back-“
Piercing red eyes bored into his soul.
“Mom?” The tall, skinny man repeated, “are you… home alone by chance?”
The man before him had deep eyebags that framed his bloodshot crimson eyes, a smile that showed off a set of perfectly white teeth, and stark white hair, it almost illuminated under the moonlight. He almost thought the guy was handsome. It’s be nice if he put on some pants though.
“U-uhm… do you… need help?… isn’t it like, cold out there?” He tried to discreetly scan the very much naked man and his sagging skin.
“Cold?” The man rasped out, amused, “that is the last word you should be describing these times with”.
“Hah, you’re telling me! But at night it’s a bit chilly don’t you think?” He hastily grabbed a thin blanket from the couch, handing it to the man, “you should also get some thin clothes during the day, trust me I’d be streaking out there too, but you know… UV rays damage your skin and I can only imagine what the sun these days would do to it”.
“Oh?…” the white haired man grabbed the blanket, “look at me, my skin is already so ruined,” he said in a tone that didn’t match his words.
“W-well…” he looked at him, scars littered his neck and the skin on his face seemed to be peeling- “hey! Don’t say that, it just looks like some eczema! You shouldn’t be so harsh on yourself for something you can’t control!”
Though, Izuku was pretty sure that no amount of eczema would make a person skin… look almost too big for them, if that was even possible.
The man’s eyes grew wider, “well, aren’t you a little hero?”
“Hah! I try,” he shakily replied, “w-want some moisturizer, though?”
“It’s alright, this skin isn’t mine anyways”.
…
Oh! Ok then!
Izuku smiled blankly back, breaking out into a cold sweat as he debated whether or not he should laugh at a joke or stab this guy who might actually be a serial killer.
…
“You didn’t answer my question, are you home alone?”
Nope. Nope noonononope nopity nope to the fucking say no.
“Uhm… y-yeah uh…”
You. Stupid. Whore.
The man’s smile grew, his lips pealing so far back that Izuku could he his gums. Also sagging.
“Well… that’s no good now, is it?” He rasped, leaning in. Izukus senses were immediately overwhelmed with the stench of death. His breath hitched, instinctively, he wanted to lean back but was stopped by a bony arm around his waist, “I’ll let you go this time, little hero, but I’d suggest you get some house guests soon. I’m usually not so kind to solidarity”. He whispered into his ear, a cold breath brushing against his ears cartilage.
The soft chirping of the crickets turned into the heavy thumping of his heart, bouncing off in his ears.
Shigaraki gave him one last unnerving grin, before waking away, dragging the blanket behind him, “I’m Tomura, by the way. See you around, Izuku.
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Izuku shut the door, gasping a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, his hands shaking as he slumped down, pressing his forehead to the door. What the hell. He grappled at his chest, swallowing thickly.
That man was a visitor.
He was sure of it. Even if he wasn’t as well disguised as what someone would usually expect, but there was no way Tomura was a human.
He huffed.
He hadn’t heard of visitors ever going after those who were alone, though— weren’t they supposed to try and get in to the house and not going so far as to warn him?
was mom still out there? With that thing?
No. Mom was always warning him about going outside at night, she’d know better. She was probably at a friends house. Maybe she was even at the Bakugous- he’d check his phone in a moment and there’d be a text from her notifying him of where she was.
Yeah. He should go do that right now-
A rhythmic knock thumped against the door.
Izuku froze.
Knock knock
He swallowed, taking a shallow breath, he looked through the peephole- now much more weary of just blindly opening the door.
Through the glass hole, a boy who looked to be around his age with wild purple hair stood outside, idly scratching his neck. He looked normal enough, the only thing possibly slightly off was his height, easily towering over his own figure.
“H-Hello?…”
The purple haired boy perked, still maintaining a dead inside tone when he spoke, “yo! I was starting to think that there wasn’t anyone home”.
“Oh, yeah… s-sorry, I just… I’m worried, you know?”
“Aren’t we all?” the other boy groaned, “hey uh, listen I really need a place to stay. I got kicked out of my foster home yesterday and… if the news is correct with how the heat is only going to get worse then I might actually die out here…”
Izuku chewed on his lip. He’d heard these kinds of knocks- reoccurring knocks at his door for the past few weeks now, ever since the sun started acting up. Usually, his mom would just tell him to ignore them since they might be visitors. But, with him alone he didn’t want to risk Tomura coming back and finishing him off for good…
The boy looked normal enough, right? His skin sat nicely on his face and he even had a bit of peeling skin from being sunburnt- visitors couldn’t get sunburnt- right?…
Just to make sure, he cleared his throat, “uh… why’d you get kicked out of your foster home?”
Tired, frustrated eyes flickered up at the peephole, Midoriya flinched despite knowing that he couldn’t be seen.
He shrugged, “they weren’t the first to be frustrated by my ‘attitude’. I’ll try not to be too much trouble, if that’s what you’re asking”.
Sighing, Izuku reached for the doorknob, cracking the door open, he let the boy in. He seemed oddly taken aback, but still toed off his shoes and stepping into the house.
“Thanks. I know trust in these times is hardly worth more than a dime. I’ll keep in mind that you’ve given me yours…” he sheepishly rubbed his neck, “I’m Shinsou. Shinsou Hitoshi”.
“Izuku Midoriya, uhm… you can sleep in the lounge, it’s just down the hall”.
Shinsou nodded.
The purple haired boy disappeared around the corner, following Izukus suggestion. The boy rubbed his temple. His phone. He needs to see where his mom is.
Knock Knock
He internally groaned, peaking through the peephole again. There was a girl this time, big round cheeks and a simple brunette bob. She nibbled on her lower lip, sinking into her own shoulders, eyes avoiding the peephole.
...
"Hello?" well, it couldn't hurt to have another person, right?
"H-Hi... I'm Ochako... uhm... do you have a corner to spare?"
"I-I might... why're you out in this type of weather looking for a place to stay?"
Ochako dimmed, "my parents weren't able to provide for me anymore..."
God, what was this? "So they kicked you out?"
"N-No! My parents would never... I left on my own accord.My dads construction company kind of went under, y-you know? Nobody was willing to work in the crazy heat... I couldn't bear to watch them destroy themselves to provide for me. I was just- I was just a burden on them..."
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Izuku brushed a hand through his hair, before opening the door. Now, without the glass orb obstructing, he could see the girls bloodshot eyes as they widened. He flinched at the bitter implications of her crying. Smiling his softest smile, he motioned for her to come in.
The girls mouth gaped wordlessly, before her face scrunched up, tears edging the bottom of her eyes. Ochako sniffed when he wrapped her arms around Midoriyas shoulder, whispering nearly inaudible 'thank you's into his ear.
"It's ok," he patted her back lightly, "you can... stay in my kitchen? I can get some cushions-"
"No! I can just take a closet- I don't want to bother you too much!" she waved her hands around nervously.
When Izuku walked back into his room, he nearly launched at his phone, hurriedly checking his phone.
'Izu the weather is so nice! you sure you don't want to come out?'
'Might be back a bit later than expected, make yourself some dinner! don't skimp on meals just because its hot!'
He sighed a breath not quite out of relief.
'Where are you?'
'When are you coming back?'
'It's late, mom, get back to me when you can'
Jeez, he sounded like a kid. Flopping into his bed, he tiredly checked the time- '4:22am'. He shut his eyes, acutely aware of the two people in his house.
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