#I really hope I wrote Sato correctly too

[glitchviper]

Conference

@dantelionwishes All the talk about parent-teacher conferences got me thinking and then I had this idea. So I obviously had to write about it. So here is the conference between Sato-sensei and Tsumi's wonderful mom Taeko Natsumi

Notes: This is kinda sad not gonna lie, y'all gonna get some insight about Tsumi's character (the sad portions of it cause y'all have only really got fun stuff with these). Also, the kid is probably supposed to be in the room during these conferences but it worked better without Tsumi in the room so yeah. Also it's unedited so it might be mildly incomprehensible

Sato sorted through some of the papers on his desk, sorting through the mess of notes he had prepared and taken during the night's conferences. Some went better than others and at this point, Sato was begging for a decent parent to come and save him. Sato didn't even look up as a quiet knock came from the classroom door. "Come in."

"You're Osamu Sato, correct?"

"Yes that would be me," Sato turned to see who had just entered his classroom. It was a woman who looked to be in about her mid-30s, she was decently tall with wavy black hair. Two black horns sprouted from her head and her eyes were a bright yellow that appeared to be dulled down by tiredness. "And I'm assuming that you're Tsutsumi's mother."

"Yes, Taeko Natsumi. I am so sorry that I'm late. Something happened at work last minute so I had to stay late but as soon as I got out I rushed right over," she apologized as she took a seat in one of the chairs positioned in front of Sato's desk for the conference.

Sato shook his head," No need to apologize. Now then let's just get right into it shall we."

Taeko nodded, she had been waiting for this conference since Tsumi told her about it the other week. This was her chance to make sure that everything was okay with her daughter.

"Now academically Tsumi is rather average, though she occasionally falls behind the curve. But it doesn't happen often enough for it to be of any actual concern. Though if you want I'm sure there's plenty of students who wouldn't mind lending her a hand with her studies," Sato explained.

Taeko thought for a second before shaking her head," That's fine. Like you said her grades don't sound like they're struggling. Plus I know she's never been all that interested in academics, so a tutor isn't necessary."

Sato nodded, "Now onto her hero training. Your daughter has a very powerful quirk, as I'm sure you're aware, and she is one of the most passionate students I've ever seen. I don't think anyone else in the class trains quite as much as her, and sometimes I wonder if there's anything I can teach her that she hasn't already started to teach herself," Sato chuckled a little at his overexaggerated praise. "Not to mention she's constantly aiming to help out all of her classmates, whether it is training-related or not. She's made it more than apparent that she already has the mind and heart to be a hero, I have no doubt of that in my mind."

Taeko smiled at the praise, it warmed her heart to hear how well Tsumi was doing. Not to mention that she was getting along with her classmates. She knew that Tsumi didn't have the best middle school, so the fact that Tsumi finally had people who she got along with and could call friends, it was almost enough to make her tear up.

Sato took a deep breath to prepare himself for what he wanted to bring up next. "Though that brings me onto what I really wanted to discuss with you. While Tsumi is really good at the hero thing, she doesn't seem to be very good at the being a kid thing," he paused," as I said she trains more than anyone else in class but that almost seems to be the only thing she does. I don't know the stories of all the scars she has but I see them and the occasional new ones and the dark circles around her eyes and I start to worry."

Taeko just looked down at her lap, seeming lost deep in thought. She didn't dare look Sato in the eye right now. Sato was about to continue but got cut off. "I know," Taeko didn't lookup.

"Tsumi's been like that for a while," she took a second to make sure she was collected before continuing," I used to think that the change started at middle school, but I know that it happened long before then. When Tsumi was around 6 years old she and her father got into an accident. Tsumi got messed up pretty bad but recovered fully, but her father wasn't as lucky. Tsumi herself was left with a massive scar, a reminder of what happened. That combined with all the other effects of the loss created the Tsumi we have today. Before it all went down she was quiet and cautious, but after the accident, she started to become more reckless. I guess as she got older that recklessness just changed targets and turned into what it is today."

"I am, so sorry for your loss," Sato paused, still processing what he was told.

"Thank you," Taeko gave a sorrowful smile. "I just know that event still has such a large effect on her life. She fights so adamantly to not let her life be a story of tragedy and rather be one of heroism, especially after middle school."

Even though Taeko didn't say anything about what happened to Tsumi during those years Sato could assume, especially with a quirk like hers.

Taeko spoke up again, a new emotion that Sato couldn't quite place in her voice," And I'm telling you all of this because I need your help. I want Tsumi to achieve her dream. More than anything else in this world I want her to be happy and that is what is going to make her happy, but I know I can't help her. At least not directly. But you, you can. So please he Tsutsumi achieve her dream while keeping her from tearing herself apart."

Tears started to form at the corner of her eyes," This is the only way that I know that I can assure she stays happy and healthy. So please, keep her safe and make my little girl a hero Mr. Sato."

Sato looked at her in stunned silence, all this woman wanted was the best life for her daughter. "Don't worry Mrs. Natsumi, you're daughter is in good hands. I'll make sure she is taken care of."

"Thank you," Taeko smiled. "Thank you so much."

#ngl kinda teared up writing this much #Taeko just cares about tsumi so much it makes me cry alright #I really hope I wrote Sato correctly too #I also hope he appreciates one of the only good parents in this class #cause they're apparently a dying breed #also now y'all know how tsumi got one of her scars #taeko natsumi #tsutsumi natsumi #bnha oc comeback #bnha oc #my ocs #others ocs #sato's students #sato sensei #Osamu Sato

[hellflame-for-a-reason]

Vampires don't have blood quirks

Part one

This is a vampire!Iida au so the for blood and slight body horror (the engines)

Blood quirks were a very tricky topic to discuss; not only are they all dangerous and mostly useless quirks, but there's almost no way to become a hero using one. All this is without mentioning the fact that they aren't the only bloodsuckers around, the 0.05% of the population that have blood quirks doesn’t seem so bad when compared to the 0.2% of the population that aren’t even fully human. Vampires, ghouls, nosferatu- whatever you choose to call them, they’re dangerous and they’re terrifying and they look just like you or me.

They have existed before quirks, and all the existence of quirks had done to them was make them more powerful, as well as making it easier for them to hide. They aren’t allergic to the sun, that was a myth started by an author who ran out of things to say about them, the garlic allergy and the mirror thing are both real though. The mirror’s do have to be backed by silver for that to work though, as it was the silver that hid their image. Vampires are just stronger, faster people who age very well and live for a long time. The only thing that makes them scary was their taste for blood- specifically human.

They needed the blood to survive, although they could definitely survive off of animal blood. All that human death was mostly over a preference, vampires tended to feel entitled to that kind of treat due to how much more powerful they were then humans. That was what was running through Tenya Iida’s mind as he got out of bed that morning, it was a tragedy that so many had died for someone’s very expensive taste. Besides, in his humble opinion, there was nothing better than beef blood. Yeah… Iida was a vampire, and as he took his little juicebox of animal blood out of the minifridge under his bed, he wondered if he’d made any mistakes in his essay.

The essay was for english, they had to write about their favorite mythical creature, and as vampires weren’t believed in by most, Iida had written about his own kind. Was that egotistical? He had chosen to write about the specifics of blood and the traditions surrounding it; all framed like fiction of course. He had been careful to avoid personal opinions as he didn’t exactly feel like outing himself right now, he couldn’t even gauge how his classmates would react.

A knock at his door, “good morning Iida!” Ah, it was Midoriya, Iida enjoyed Midoriya’s company. He swallowed his mouthful of blood before replying, he didn’t want to spite it everywhere.

“Good morning Midoriya!”

He knew he was a little loud, but it was the morning; people were supposed to wake up. He was quickly getting dressed, the juice box emptied within seconds, he knew that Midoriya would want to speak to him face to face. Midoriya helpfully confirmed this by asking, “can I come in?”

“Not yet! I’m afraid I'm not yet decent!”

“Ah, okay!” Midoriya’s soft chuckle could be heard through the door, and the droplets of blood still on Tenya’s tongue felt too bitter, too stale. He could feel his own heart beating slowly, around a beat every two seconds. If he were human he’d be worried by this, but it was actually rather quick for him. He shook any sort of thought like that out of his head, finishing getting dressed as quickly as he could, opening the door.

The smile Midoriya gave him bumped Tenya’s heart rate up to one beat per second, he was glad it was near impossible for him to blush. He returned the smile and put a hand on Midoriya’s shoulder, “good morning Midoriya, I hope you’re well.”

“I’m doing good, thank you Iida. How are you feeling?”

“Me?” How was he feeling? Tenya wasn’t all too sure in honesty, he’d just woken up. “I’ll be honest Midoriya, I’m a little concerned about the essays, what did you do again?”

“Oh! I didn’t tell you, did I? I wrote about vampires!” Oh, oh dear. If the subject matter wasn’t enough, Midoriya’s smile was almost enough to make poor Tenya’s heart explode. He just stared down at the smaller boy for a little while, unsure how to react. “Uhh… Iida? Are you-”

“I wrote about vampires too!” He exclaimed, grabbing his essay to show Midoriya, “I wrote about the complex relationship between vampires and blood. What about you?”

“Oh!” Midoriya paused, “my essay’s in my room, but I wrote about how vampires have evolved throughout different eras of media.” He seemed happy, but still taken off guard, Tenya hoped Midoriya wouldn’t think him strange.

Moving to the bathroom, Tenya got to listen to Midoriya talk about all the interesting things he’d learnt during his research. It was lovely to hear about while he brushed his teeth, making sure to get all the way around his fangs, vampires had to take extra special care of their teeth due to the unusual shapes, he wondered if people with blood quirks had similar problems. “-and then I read the original dracula and he could turn into a wolf, so I wondered if vampires would be able to have quirks. I know the timeline wouldn’t match but but consider it, a vampire with a quirk would be-” Midoriya was still going, speaking at a pace that was hard to keep up with, but it was nice to hear his friend talking about his species, even in the realm of fantasy. At least Tenya knew that Midoriya would definitely have a lot of questions if he knew.

Tenya never ate breakfast, well he did technically, but he never ate the solid food that was prepared. He mostly just sat there, talking with his classmates about what they wrote. It seemed Hagakure had written about the invisible man and how mutation quirks were pre-demonized, a lot of the mutated classmates had gone for that angle in their essays, and Tenya couldn’t blame them; although engine was a mutation quirk, he hadn’t really had to face the kind of scorn that would have happened if it had affected his face in any way. He could, however, relate on two fronts; there were never any trousers that fit him correctly, it all had to be custom fitted, and as a vampire, he knew too well what it was like to be demonized and villainized. Luckily, it was easy enough for him to hide what he was, he did worry that people saw his fangs when he brushed his teeth, but Kirishima had those pointy teeth of his, so there was really nothing to worry about.

Bakugo and Momo had both written about werewolves; though Momo had gone the political route whilst Bakugo had just written about how ‘badass’ they were. Kaminari and Kirishima had written about pikachu and sharks respectively, no one had the heart to tell them they’d almost definitely fail this time. Tenya was just glad no one knew vampires were real, or both he and Midoriya would be in just as much trouble as Kirishima. Also Todoroki apparently? The half and half boy had also written about vampires, specifically about how they’re seen as the highest of high society and often large family units. Tenya assumed he was using it as an outlet for his own family issues, but it did sound like a very interesting essay. He personally didn’t think his family was any different from a human one, but he could see why more old-school families would be so elitist.

Homeroom was nothing too out of the ordinary, Mr Aizawa spoke to them about pressure from the public to do more normal school activities, so he warned them that some of their teachers would be gearing up for group projects, and to pray you get sorted into a good group. Tenya wondered a little about what kind of injuries that would cause, but he didn’t have time to think, as it was english next.

”GOOOOOOOD MOOOOORNNIIINNNGG CLAAAAASSS!!” in he came; Mr Yamada, also known as Present Mic, came walking into the class, putting a stack of papers on the desk. He took the voice modulator off and the students took their hands off their ears. Tenya, personally, didn’t mind the noise, as his engine made quite the roars at times. “I hope you all finished your essays! I’ll be coming around to collect them during the lesson!” he sighed, gazing over the class. Tenya stared up at him expectantly, wondering what their task for today might be. “So I was going to talk about how writing changes between the written word and spoken word, but Principal Nezu says we need to do group work, so I’m going to put you into five groups of four. You’re going to pick a creature from the list I’m putting on the board, then I’ll tell you the project.” He then turned and grabbed the chalk, writing down the names of five different mythical creatures;

Fairies…

Mermaids/Sirens…

Werewolves…

Yokai…

Vampires…

Of course it was up there, it had to be. Tenya was just surprised it wasn’t higher on the list, he hoped he’d get that one, he was never one for fiction. Mr Yamda turned back to them, “raise your hands if you did a project on fairies?”

Both Aoyama and Sato raised their hands, Mr Yamada nodded, writing their name next to the word fairies, “Aaaallllriiiiiight! You two can be in a group, we’ll figure out who to add afterwards. How about mermaids, who did them?”

Jirou raised her hand and… oh dear, so did Mineta. “I did sirens sir, they-”

“Sir can I go to a different group?”

“I’m afraid not Jirou, I can’t do that. Don’t worry though, you won’t have to deal with him alone.” Poor Jirou, Tenya couldn’t imagine how she must be feeling at that moment, it must be horrible. “Who did werewolves?” Both Momo and Bakugo raised their hands, glancing at each other. They both already knew what the other had done, but now they were regretting everything. “OOOooOOOOOoooHHHhh!! This one’s gonna be good, I can tell!” Mr Yamada laughed, writing their names down. “Yokai anyone?” Tokoyaki and Ojiro both raised their hands, they’d used Yokai to talk about how mutations were treated by the general public. “I should have known,” he chuckled as he wrote those names on the board, smiling as he turned back to the class, “now how many of you did vampires?”

Tenya raised his hand, straight up in the air, he smiled proudly as he saw Midoriya hesitantly raise his hand and Todoroki barely lifted his hand high enough to be noticed. Mr Yamada nodded, rolling his eyes fondly, “oh dear, I pity whoever gets grouped with you three.” Tenya wasn’t entirely sure what he meant, but he said nothing as he watched Mr Yamada write their names on the board. “Alright kids, so who wants to cover fairies with Aoyama and Sato?”

A few hands were raised and eventually every student was in a group, the person who was put in Tenya’s group alongside himself, Midoriya and Todoroki was Uraraka. It was perfect, she was someone they all enjoyed spending time with. It was then that Mr Yamada turned to the class, ready to announce what the project was, “alright kids, what I want you do to for this project is to make a mockumentary on the creature you’ve picked, I don’t care what tools you use to do so, but it must look good. By the end of the month I want a transcript, a file of research and plans, and the mockumentary for me to grade. If you need absolutely anything, please tell me. For now, though, it’d just like you to brainstorm. Have fun!”

A documentary? Tenya thought the idea of getting to write and film a documentary about his own kind seemed fun, he didn’t know that much but he knew more than his friends. “I think a documentary sounds like an enjoyable project,” he stated as Uraraka joined them at the table they’d made by pushing their desks together.

“Mockumentary,” Todoroki corrected, “vampires are fictional.”

“You don’t know that,” Uraraka corrected him, sitting down, “I believe vampires could exist, they’re no different to people with blood quirks aren’t they?”

Both Todoroki and Midoriya seemed to think this was a reasonable assessment so Tenya had to step in, “pardon me Uraraka but you’re sorely mistaken for there are much less blood quirk users then there would be vampires for the seer fact that vampires are a subset of the species homosapien and not, as you assumed, merely a human with a quirk. In fact it would be impossible for a vampire to hide if they were how you put it, as blood quirk users very rarely have a secondary quirk, get as their own subset, vampires would have just as many quirks as a regular human. If you looked at vampires like they are-”

“Iida, they’re not real.” Midoriya stepped in, “we don’t need to get into details like that until we start writing, we’re just brainstorming now.”

“Ah yes,” Iida nodded, feeling a little silly, “my apologies.” He wished they knew, just so he could talk about it to his heart's content. They were just brainstorming now, planning what they could do. It was Todoroki who said Uraraka could fill the role of the damsel in distress that you see so often in media, and it was Uraraka who responded she could also fill the murderess role.

#vampire #vampire!iida #iida tenya #deku midoriya #midoriya izuku #todoroki shōto #uraraka ochako #blood #present mic #eraserhead