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lunar-doodles · 3 years
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When someone wants a manager but you don’t even work there
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jace-todd · 4 years
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Hahaha I wrote a todoshin story. @bakushinsquad newest post. Yeah here's my crappy story.
Really, he knew that something like this was bound to happen. He had heard all about Endeavor’s shitty behavior towards his family from late nights with Shouto, the other curled up around him, tears still spilling down his face from a nightmare. He’s heard of all the times that Endeavor was too hard on Shouto or his brother, Touya, who had been considered dead for a while now. He had heard all about the quirk marriage, about what his mother had done to him, about where his mother was currently. He had heard about how Shouto’s sister, Fuyumi, was the only one who had a semi-decent relationship with their father. He had heard about Shouto’s brother, Natsuo, was the most aggressive towards their father, having outright arguments and being downright petty.
Shinsou knew it all, having gained Shouto’s trust after the many nights he comforted the dual-quirked boy after nightmares. Shouto had seemed to let it all out after hearing about one of Shinsou’s bad exploits with a father figure in his life. And for that, Shinsou would always have a sense of protectiveness over the kid.
Growing up, Shinsou was almost always the one protecting others. From bullies, teachers, foster parents, and even himself. It was second nature to him, something he didn’t even think twice about despite his usual think before you act attitude. When it came to saving others, he wouldn’t think twice about his own health, which had gotten him plenty of injuries and a decent number of scars.
Maybe it stemmed from trying to make up for all of the wrongs he had never done but everyone thought he’s done. Maybe it stemmed from his heroic desire, the longing in him to help people because no one deserves to go through what he’s going through, or has gone through. Or maybe it stemmed from something else, from his own stupid belief that maybe he deserved it. Deserved the pain that came from jumping in front of his little siblings when their foster father or mother raised their hands or moving them out of the way before a quirk hit.
He knew that ever since Shouto had confided in him that if Endeavor ever showed his face and intended to hurt Shouto, he would get in the way. Shouto didn’t deserve the pain from his father, no one did. And there was no way in hell, Shinsou was going to let Endeavor hurt him anymore.
And as expected, when it finally happened, he did jump in front of Shouto.
They had been working on hand-to-hand combat, Shouto paired against Uraraka, while Shinsou had been paired against Kaminari. It wasn’t a fair fight, but then again no one would’ve had a fair fight against him, other than maybe Ojiro, but they weren’t paired together after an incident. Shinsou had been taught to fight hand-to-hand since he was a kid, his criminal parents wanting him to know how to stand his ground, while the fights in the streets had wanted to underdog to win the fighting rings when he was 11. Shinsou had just wiped the floor with Kaminari again when the figure descended onto campus.
 
Shouto had gone stiff, arms falling to his side, and eyes watching his father land and start his walk towards Shouto. Aizawa hadn’t been paying attention, his back to the commotion, trying to deal with Bakugou and Midoriya who were arguing again. The rest of the class either continued fighting, glancing occasionally over, or stopped altogether.
Shinsou had helped Kaminari back up before starting his way over. He couldn’t tell what was being said between the duo, but he could tell that whatever Shouto was saying wasn’t pleasing his father. Endeavor was progressively getting angrier, his voice rising some, enough so that Shinsou could start to hear him, but blocked out the voice when he saw Endeavor start to raise his hand.
Logically, he knew that Endeavor wouldn’t hit Shouto in a public setting, especially not in front of heroes to come who had a decent amount of sway already, and another hero who was also respected. But that protective feeling consumed him and Shinsou using the capture device around his neck to swing closer, using a tree to swing around the rest of the way and land perfectly in front of Shouto.
Both Todoroki’s seemed surprised to see the hero student drop down between them, the conversation stopping. Shouto lifted a hand to rest on Shinsou’s shoulder, pushing some, “Hi-Shinsou, what are you doing?” He could hear Shouto’s own protective-instinct kicking in but ignored it as he stared directly into Endeavor’s eyes.
“Todoroki go get Aizawa. I’m going to have a talk with your father.” Shinsou held his ground, still holding the capture device at the ready.
Shinsou could hear Shouto begin to argue, but when he glanced behind him, his eyes soften and he gave a small smile, “Please.”
Reluctantly, Shouto let go of Shinsou’s shoulder, backing up before racing towards where Aizawa was holding Bakugou with the capture device, the blond acting feral again. Shinsou followed him with his eyes before turning back to the adult in front of him, finding a comfort in the fact that he was only a few inches shorter than the hero since his latest growth spurt.
Endeavor looked piss, and Shinsou wondered if there was steam coming out of his ears. Shinsou held his own ground as Endeavor lowered his arms to cross them over his chest. Just as Endeavor was about to speak, a word already leaving him, Shinsou cut him off.
“Don’t say anything. You’re going to listen to him, Mr. Number-One-Hero. You’re a shit person, father, and husband, forcing a woman to marry you to have kids that would be strong, then taking the childhood away from those kids. You isolated them from one another, trained them to exhaustion, traumatizing all of them. When your wife had a meltdown, you set her into a mental institution, because you know you couldn’t control her anymore and she hurt your masterpiece. But your masterpiece is a kid, was a kid when she hurt him. You never treated him like a kid. You only care about being famous, about being adored, about the money and title. He’s an emotionally screwed kid, estranged from reality and his siblings, because of you.
“You can’t afford a scandal, so you made sure that Shouto wouldn’t speak up about it. You got the cops to admit that Touya was assumed dead after just a day. You keep Natsuo silent, pulling the card of your connections of knowing the boss of his school. You are kind to Fuyumi, maybe because if Shouto does turn into your definition of a failure, you’re hoping you can turn her into a hero. Yeah, I know what her quirk is. You still try to control your kids, control Shouto and what he wants to do now.”
Shinsou channeled all he could remember from how his father acted when dealing with subordinates, the strength and firmness in his voice, the pure anger in his eyes. He was tired of Endeavor’s shit, and he knew that someone else needed to put Endeavor in his place alongside the siblings, someone who may not have hero connections, but had villain connections. He hated having the connections that he did have, but at times like this… he wouldn’t be afraid of pulling some of those strings and get Endeavor into more trouble.
“Here’s what’s going to happen, Endeavor. You’re going to keep your distance from your kids, you’re going to leave Fuyumi to her job, you’re going to stop holding Natsuo’s education as a hostage, and you’re going to let Shouto be who he wants to be. Or so help me, I’ll expose everything about you, Endeavor. I may just be a second-year hero in training, but I’m not afraid to lose everything I’ve worked for to get your ass thrown in jail. Leave, Endeavor. You’re unwelcome here.”
Endeavor looked beyond angry now, lifting a flaming hand out to Shinsou, as if to get him to shut up or get rid of his anger. “Who the hell do you think you are, speaking to me like that?”
Shinsou smirked, “I’m Shinsou Hitoshi, nice to meet you.”
Behind him, he could hear some laughter, meaning that they had a crowd watching him. He could sense Aizawa’s presence behind him, along with Shouto’s. Aizawa looked between the two, before facing Endeavor.
“He’s right, Endeavor. You’re not welcome here without valid reason to be. Take your leave. Now.” Aizawa’s voice was firm, quirk activated and the fire around Endeavor faded.
As expected, Endeavor opened his mouth to argue back but realizing that all the kids seemed to be against him, that Aizawa was prepared to fight him, that he had lost this battle. He stepped back, anger still clear in his eyes. He searched the ground for his son, finding him already standing next to the purple kid who had gone after him.
“This isn’t over, Shouto. You’ll realize you need me, that my quirk is the better.”
Shouto shook his head, “No, father. It’s over. I’m done with you.”
With that, Endeavor took his leave, scorch marks filling the ground as he flew off. Shinsou was still tense as the rest of the kids stood around. They were all making sure Shouto was okay, praising the other for telling him no, etc. Shinsou was still standing tall, staring at Endeavor’s retreating figure. Aizawa’s hand found its way to his shoulder, startling from his trance.
Aizawa gave him a soft smile, “I’m proud of you, Shinsou, for sticking it to Endeavor and for protecting your friend.”
Shinsou gave him a smile, turning back to where Shouto was being embraced by the Dekusquad. Shouto peered over Iida’s shoulder, their eyes connecting for a moment, but that was all it took for Shouto to mouth ‘thank you’ at him before Shinsou looked away.
The rest of class got canceled, with Aizawa sending the students back to the dorm so he could deal with Endeavor’s appearance. Shinsou had hung back to catch his breath, everything that had just happened setting in like it always did.
He had thought he was alone when he slumped against the tree, pulling his legs to his chest, and laying his head against them, eyes sliding close. But when a hand fell to his hair, he was proven wrong. The familiar warm hand kept him from tensing though, only leaning more into the hold as he lifted his head to look at his boyfriend.
Shouto was kneeling in front of Shinsou’s spot, a smile on his face. The younger boy looked more at ease than he ever had after a visit from his father, which made Shinsou immensely happy. Shinsou lowered his legs, sitting cross-legged as he waited for Shouto to do something. And something he did, as the minute Shouto removed his hand from Shinsou’s hair, he launched onto the taller, hugging him tightly.
Shinsou’s arms came around Shouto’s waist, hugging him back. They sat like that for a while, Shouto in his lap, arms around one another, enjoying the other’s presence, before Shouto pulled away.
Shinsou flinched when Shouto flicked his forehead, “That was really stupid, Hitoshi. Something could’ve happened. He could’ve hurt you. My father has a short temper sometimes, especially when people challenge him like that. Never do that again.” Then he surged forward and kissed Hitoshi softly, causing the other to chuckle. “Also thank you, that was very sweet of you to protect me like that even though you know damn well I can hold my own.”
Shinsou placed his forehead against Shouto’s, staring into the mix-matching eyes. “I’d take a hit for you, any day, Shouto. Plus, someone had to stand up to him. I was tired of him being a little prick. Someone needed to put him into his place.” There was a pause before Shinsou looked away. “I didn’t want you to get hurt by him again.”
Shouto pressed another kiss to his lips, earning a content hum from the other, before pulling away. “I would take a hit for you, as well, Hitoshi. You’re lucky I love you so much.”
Shinsou beamed at the declaration, holding him closer. “I love you, too, Shouto. And I meant when I said, if he bothers you or your family like that again, let me know. I’ll make his life a living hell.”
Laughter from the other filled the area as Shouto rearranged so the two could lean fully against the tree. Things weren’t okay, but they were getting better. It was more bearable with the other by their side. With interlaced hands, Shinsou knew that Shouto would be okay from now on, that the other was reassured that he wasn’t alone anymore in this fight against his father. Now he had some friends and a boyfriend to fight with him. 
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bolbianddolanhouse · 5 years
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BNHA self insert AU
Nani the heck is this? Read here!
Chapter 19: Itati the Mysterious One
Its the next day, my body was achy from my quirk straining but I didn’t care. I got dressed to head to the dining hall, not everyone from the agent team was up yet but it was a bit later than we usually get up. Coffee and food was waiting for me as the other 3 wanted to bask in the glow of success. Tools noticed me chatting up with the agents and ran up to us.
“Palma-san! You came back unscathed!”
“Um she’s more than okay!” said agent 44 “this girl single handedly took on 2 villains as I escaped for my life!”
“Don’t forget that she made that one villain shit himself in fear that she was the new super villain in town!” said the brown haired agent “son, she’s the real deal!”
“Oh boys! you praise me too much” I get flushed by all the praise “but it’s all true, I can’t wait to see Jinko and Jeanist’s faces when they see that everything was a success!”
“You took on TWO villains?!” Tools was in disbelief “impressive work Miss agent” he grabs my hand to kiss it “I hope I get the pleasure of working with you, I’ll be around.” He leaves and the other agents look at me, knowing that he was the mystery neck biter.
All the agents gather in the boss’s office to give a full report. Jeanist, Jinko and Vest man were shocked to hear that I did that. Praise was given and with the information about the base and the 4 names of the villains, they have an idea on who to hear for and where. We get dismissed and we train all day until dinner time. I retire to my room and I get a knock on my door.
“Who is it?”
“Its Iwa, are you decent?”
“Um yea, come in”
“hey Palma-san, were you about to go to bed?”
“No, I was going to scroll through my school emails” I put my phone down “whats up?”
“I was just popping in to see if you had anything planned for tomorrow? It’s a day off.”
“Oh shit you right, um I don’t.”
“Cool! Would you like to spend the day with me?”
“It depends, what did you have in mind? I’m low-key not down to go out.”
“That’s fine, we can just hang out here” he closes the door and locks it “darling~ may I have another?” he whispered. Giving me those love me tender eyes as he comes closer “I can’t stop thinking about you and how soft and warm you are, may I share in another session with you?”
I giggled “oh Iwa, you beg so politely for my kisses” I pull him in “come here, comfort me.” We get so soft and cuddly that we fell asleep on each other. I offered to teleport him in the hallway but he didn’t care if he gets seen coming out of my room. The agents had me tag along with them in the morning for some ‘American’ breakfast, mainly so I can explain why its like that. It was decent but I tell them how Mexican breakfast is and they preferred something like that than whatever we just ate. Back at the agency, one of the side-kicks asked me to teach them some Spanish, it spiraled into teaching them the bad words and throwing them around. I finally see what they do for game night, it’s video games! I just sit back and watch with Tools, he gets bold and puts his arm around me. At this point everyone got the idea that he was neck biter and teased us for it, I didn’t care, a bitch was getting more action than they were! Tomorrow was going to be my last day at the agency and I was kind of sad that it was. As it was getting late, Tools walked me to my room.
“Hey, what’s wrong?”
“Hm? oh I’m just a bit sad, it’s my last full day tomorrow.”
“Oh that’s right!” he remembered now “you’re interning, I forgot that you aren’t a permanent addition.”
“Silly, but I wish I was part of this agency” I sighed “you guys really liked me being around here and the agents especially found me useful.” 
We arrive at my room, he puts his hand on my face “I really hope that when you finish at UA, you come here and work with us. I especially like what we have” he kisses me “I’m going to miss your strong feminine presence and these sweet, indulgent sessions.”
I get so red that I almost lose composure “Ah! you spoil me with your words!” I pull him closer “but come in, show me how much you’re going to miss me.” We spend another night together, with consent, he guided me through male pleasure through clothes. Mainly because I asked and I did NOT want to know what Tokoyami had down there. It was educational but something about knowing all this unlocked a part of my sexuality that I didn’t know I could unlock. We fell asleep in each other’s arms again and woke up to the sound of his cellphone alarm. Before he walked out, he re-marked my neck and put his number on my phone just in case we don’t see each other before I leave. I do an average routine day with the agents with paper work and gun maintenance in the morning, overview and surveillance until early evening. I start packing and I start getting sad because now I have to go back to those crackheads in the dorms and suffer another month and a half of living with them until my dorm reassignment. But on the flip side, I can’t wait to spend time with my class on our adventures in agent internship. I close my suit case and I hear the shuffling of the others really close to my door, what are they up to? The sound of heavy knocking threw me off.
“Who is it?”
“It’s 44 OPEN UP!”
I get my stun device, just in case. I open the door. To my surprise, it was all the agents and they were giving me a going away party.
“Oh! you guys I’m going to cry! Y’all too sweet.”
“You’re a very promising agent 19. We can’t just get you leave without a proper send off.” 44 said as he put his hand on my shoulder.
“Enough talking, time for shots!” hollered the brown haired agent as they gave us a shot glass of clear liquor “TO AGENT 19! And her future success!”
We down the shots and continued to drink more with some others. I get parting gifts of booze and the agency’s patch, only official agents get patches for each agency they work with/successful mission. I was so happy that I got the respect that I deserved in their all male environment, too bad I wasn’t a permanent part of the team. I excused myself to bed as I had to wake up at 7am to finish packing and head back to the dorms. I woke up the next morning dreading the return, I pack, have my final coffee time with my fellow agents and head to the town car with Jinko.
“It was an honor to have you Miss Palma” bowed Best Jeanist “you are always welcomed back here, I may call on you for missions and best of luck on your time at UA.”
“Thank you so much!” I bowed back “you don’t know how grateful I am to have been a useful part of your agency. And how much faith you have in me to pursue my dreams.” I turn to the others that came out to send me off “Bye Bye y’all! Hope I get to work along side y’all again someday!”
“Bye Miss Agent! Good Bye! Best of luck!” they all yelled and waved.
I get in the car and wave at them until I get out of sight. It was a cloudy Sunday with not too many people out, so the ride back wasn’t terrible. I see the dorms and my car, ahhh dorm sweet dorm. I bow Jinko good bye, got my stuff and walked in the dorms. I was the 1st one back from my class, so I wondered who was in the hero dorm as I walked up the stairs. Everyone was waiting for me in the commons room, it scared me a little.
“SHE’S BACK!” screamed the girls as they ran to hug me.
“Oh y’all missed me missed me” I get squished in their collective embrace “y’all would NOT believe the time I had there!” They release me and Iida comes up to me.
“Dear friend! How I’ve missed you!” he brings me in for a hug, but it was different, it was a tight but secure one. He releases me from his embrace “you have to tell me how was Be-” his gaze shifted to my bite marks on my neck and his expression changed “oh, I see that you had nice time.”
I look at him confused but then I saw where he was looking and I covered it with my jacket “Um yea I had fun hehe” I got embarrassed that he saw and looked disappointed in me “I’ll tell yall more later, I have to unpack and meet with my class in their dorms, I just saw 2 more roll up.” I briskly walked to my dorm to unpack and everything was were it was supposed to be. I just shoved my dirty clothes in my hamper, put my weapons and jumpsuit in the case under my bed and put my travel case of toiletries and makeup on my desk to unpack later. I changed into a hoodie and burst out of my room to see Mimi and Jin that just rolled up to the dorms. We run up to each other and hugged, we really missed each other. I helped them to the dorms and we all spend time together talking about our adventures and if we learned anything new. Diya came up to the dorms when everyone settled back in for some announcements.
“Ok glad to see everyone back in one piece! Now its 2 and a half weeks until the end of the school year, not much to do but take the final. For the B class, they are preparing to take the agent exam to get in our class, so get ready for a slightly bigger class next term. Entrance exams went well, our new batch of agents have been selected and waiting on their decision. Big 3, you have some diplomatic and welcoming duties after the holiday for those students. And that is all for now, see you all in class tomorrow for review.”
“Thank you sir!” we shouted in response before getting back to our conversation. I stay until late afternoon and teleported back to my room. I grab my hamper and head to the laundry room to wash finally, I overhear some of the boys from the cracked door of Ojiro’s room.
“Are you sure that’s what you saw?” asked Midoriya to Iida.
“YES! clear as day” Iida’s voice broke through “now stop asking me, it’s not a big deal.”
“It is a big deal Iida-kun, we all saw your face when you saw them” Aoyama butted in “you were so happy that she came back and then you looked almost devastated when you saw her love marks.”
“I was just shocked that she’s back on her kissing around, haven’t seen a single mark since the whole Mirio thing” Iida fixed his glasses “guess she was bored of her options here?”
“tch, that denim wearing geezer runs an all male agency” Bakugo chortled “the youngest member is an 18 year old side-kick from Osaka, my money is on him being the neck biter. Face it four eyes, she’s into older dudes.”
The boys agreed but Iida wasn’t having it “But consider this, pretty sure she isn’t dating this boy and honestly...she can do whatever she wants, we got into a pretty nasty argument and discussion about her promiscuity. While I think she’s risking her reputation, I’m not considering her need for intimacy and how much she likes it.”
“What are you saying Iida-kun?” spoke up Shoji “you’re just going to let her run rampant like that? So easily after saying that you were going to protect her since she’s alone here?”    
“I’m saying that I’m going to be a better friend to her” he said while standing up “I trust her to be safe in anything she wants to do, she’s nobody’s property to control and I’m not her father. So if you’re done with your pestering, I’ll be leaving to my room.”
I knew it, I thought, he was doing all this because he pities me being alone. I guess I should throw these feelings away before they get in the way of my goals. I teleport to the laundry room before Iida saw me, now things aren’t going to be awkward. After doing my laundry, I get all my things ready for the upcoming week. I have a lot of one on ones with Monoma and Shinso planned for these next 2 weeks, and to be honest, I am not looking forward to Monoma’s time with me. He’s not showing progress nor has perfected one special move to showcase, it’s just an hour and a half of him talking shit and not doing shit. Meanwhile, Shinso has been hauling ass on our sessions and really taking to heart on what I have to say. I’ve been helping in developing his quirk techniques, Aizawa sensei has been developing his fighting techniques. Needless to say, Shinso is highly favored to move up to the A hero class.
-Wednesday, In homeroom-
“Jin, you still up for that Stats and Strats study sesh?” I asked a very burnt out Jin.
“My body is telling me no, but my grade is telling me yes.”
“What is your grade?”
“94 percent.”
“BITCH THATS PASSING! EVEN IF YOU DO DECENT ON THE FINAL!”
“IM 6 PERCENT FROM PERFECTION FUCK YOU!”
“Ahem, Matsui, Palma and Oleshin” Diya cleared his throat to get our attention “a word in the hallway.”
We walk out to the hallway in panic because we aren’t sure what we did to get the hallway treatment.
“You aren’t in trouble but I got some information that’s a bit disturbing.”
“What is it sensei?” asked Mimi “how serious is it?”
“It involves our program funding, so like a 8 on a scale of 10.” he exhaled to prep himself to give us a full run down “As you know, since the addition of the dorms, it cut into the school budget quite a bit. We don’t get donations in because we hardly produce notable alumni to put our program on the map, so we are in dire need to get funds or the tuition for agents is going increase by 15%. That’s quite a bit that can be avoided, that were our class comes in. This A class has produced some of the best agents in years with you three being the focal point of that. What I’ve been told by a colleague from the East-side school is that their a panel of private donors that are scouting their next big donation. What I thought up is this: Our class goes and presents our term 1 group projects, talk about the program and dorm experiences, maybe some tears sprinkled in to get these donors to give us their money.”
I think about the perfect scenario playing out and perked up “Question, if we do get this money, does that mean better living conditions and more ‘field-trips’?”
“Oh definitely, we’d get the entire dorm done like an actual agent tower instead of a shitty communal apartment. Plus, we can take part of the forest challenge. It’s like the hunger games but with guns and nature that will kill you if you lack the skill.”
“We’re in!” we exclaimed together.
“Great! I’ll arrange the day to present, I’ll announce the situation on the day I get the confirmation.”
We get excited for the soon-to-be improved program. After school, I get a chilling realization about what Diya told us.
“Hey remember how sensei said that this school hardly produces any notable alumni?” I said as we walked down the intel wing.
“Yea? What about it?” responded Mimi.
“That means that everyone before us was just meh or didn’t make it past grunt work after finishing here.”
Jin stopped mid sip of his water “Oh shit, you might be on to something. If that’s what it’s come to, does that mean that we set the bar too high for the next wave and future waves after that to the point of failure upon entering?”
Mimi’s eye’s widen “Holy shit guys, I can’t believe we’re up there. All because of dumb luck, that sucks ass for the future agents tho.”
“I don’t know about y’all, but I’d donate to our school if I get high paying agent job.” I get into my lofty ideals “I’d give back to the people that are paying for my education too.”
“Same, I’d give back to the housing I was in before the dorms. They really came in clutch for my asylum claim” chimed in Jin “plus they’re in pretty shoddy conditions too, I’m pretty sure we’ll get good work right away.”
“I’d donate probably nearly half of my earnings to the school if we do get good work right away” Mimi gets a bit emotional “it’s something my dad would want me to do. I was also thinking that in my retirement, I’d come back here and teach weapons or be a homeroom teacher for agents.”
“Dang that was noble as fuck Mimi” I was in awe “I don’t have the capacity to do that shit, hats off to you, I’m sure you’d be an amazing teacher.”
We get to the dorms to turn in for our studying for the final, I for one, was stressed too soon into the week to be pulling all nighters. I waited for everyone to turn in for bed to head to the roof to smoke a joint, thinking I was all sneaky, I walked up the stairs to get to the roof. To my concern, the roof access door was unlocked, I had my hand on my baby glock that I keep on me at all times in case of attack. I walk out to the roof to see just Aizawa, rolling up his blunt.
“Oh it’s just you, got me on fight mode and shit.” I said relieved as I took the joint out from behind my ear.
“You want some sleep too huh?”
“Yes sir, everyone got me fuck up on their dumb shit.”
“What you smoking tonight?”
“A heavy hitting indica, you?”
“A hybrid” he said as he patted his pockets for his lighter, I whipped mine out and flipped it on for him to light up “wow, you do stay ready.”
“What can I say?” I light my joint and take a puff “ain’t nobody gonna catch me lacking.”    
We stand there puffing away in silence, vibing a bit in the moment. He spoke up “So, Midnight tells me you’re being a little vixen with the hero boys.”
“HA! I was until things got messy” I rolled my eyes “I don’t know what’s up with these goody-goody hero boys and their manga-esque ideas of love, ya know, like it won’t KILL you to kiss somebody. Taking the small shit so seriously like the rule is; you kiss, you marry...bleh.”
He takes a long drag and exhales hard “What about that Iida boy? You got some of us convinced that you did the deed with him.”
“Psh! The only thing he got lucky in was getting in that after party with my squadron. He got sloppy drunk off one drink and I had to babysit him and turned in at 2am.”
“That’s rough but you got that boy pussy whipped” 
“How?” I narrowed my eyes at him because I don’t believe that.
“The boy is obeying you and won’t stop talking about you. You should’ve seen him when you left for those 2 weeks, he dusted and vacuumed your room” he took a puff “even as far as making sure nobody snuck in your room. If you ask me, he has a big dumb crush on you.”
“I see that too but he doesn’t” I blow out a smoke ring “he pities me and, not to shit on his lineage, but him and his brother are about to end that long line of heroes with them. But if Tensei needs a wife down the line, shid I’d bite the bullet and do it.”
“Is it because he’s the hot one?”
“hehehe....yea” I giggled dryly “but real shit, I didn’t command him to do anything for me, it’s basically charity work.”
He finishes his blunt and stomps it out “Good girl, don’t involve yourself in these hero boys” he starts walking to the door “they can’t handle people like us.”
I finish my joint and walk back to my dorm, it was almost 10pm. The sounds of the boys chattering filled the hall as I walked to my room. Sleep came as soon as I hit the pillow, what a fucking mess I came back to I thought as I closed my eyes can’t wait end this fucking year to go where I belong.
-Friday, in homeroom-
Diya walks in to see all 9 of us groggy from studying “Good morning everyone! Now, we are 1 week and a half away from finishing the term. How exciting?! I have more good news!” he explains to the class what he told Mimi, Jin and me “...our display date is next Thursday at 6pm. I want all of us in our BEST attire and the projects nice and polished. Also quick switch around, our final was changed to Tuesday on that half week of school instead of Wednesday. Don’t ask me why, thats what the school board told us.”
Jin turns to me and Mimi “Do I hear a shopping trip today after school?”
“yell hea!” Mimi and I responded.
I was in a better mood the whole day, as I love shopping with my friends for matching outfits. I was thinking about that pantsuit I’ve been saving to get for 7 months, dang I thought it’s been that long? then that means its been a little over a year since the incident! I didn’t even notice, time flies when you’re dealing with fuckery. Hero class went by quick as we were just reviewing and I was much more confident in myself since getting those notes and hints as payment. I pack my bag to head to the commons room when Aizawa called me over.
“Miss Palma, may I have a word with you before you go to lunch?”
“Um yea” I responded a bit confused on why he wanted to talk “what’s going on?”
“Since it’s finals after next week and you aren’t in the hero course rubric, would you like to just take the multiple choice in the teacher’s office during your free period?”
“Oh right, because the others have a field exam part” I recalled what I’ve been overhearing “sure I can do your suggestion, do I get to pick the day?”
“Yes you do”
“Alright, wednesday then.”
“I’ll mark that down in my agenda, also, I’d like you to help the others train during the class period leading up to the field exam” he said as he wrote in his binder “they need all the help they can get and to make it worth the time, I’ll issue it as extra credit.”
“Oh wow really?” I expressed my concern for just how badly they need help “I��ll help out, thank you sensei.”
“Good girl, thats all for now” his gaze shifts to the slightly cracked door “looks like that manic boy from 1-B is waiting for you.”
I turn around to the door, it was Monoma and I almost cackled at Aizawa’s spot on description of him “Oh him, wonder what he wants” I grab my bag “thanks again sensei, have a good rest of your day.” I open the door and smiled at Monoma “hi there, were you waiting for me?”
“As if I’d wait for somebody of low rank like you, agent” he scoffed at my politeness.
“Ok then, bye” I turn to leave so quick that it startled him.
“NO WAIT!” he grabbed my arm “I want to arrange saturday and sunday afternoon to help me with my technique.”
I heard the desperation in his voice, pretty sure his teacher told him something that scared him into this “Ok that can be done BUT we can’t waste time with the talking like the last 2 times” I look him in the eyes with seriousness “I can’t make a miracle happen in time for the test, I need your COMPLETE cooperation and hard work...got it?!”
“Yes, got it” he was taken back by my change of attitude “does 3pm work for you?”
“Yes that works” I T-pose for teleport “see you then, Monoma.” I teleport out and Monoma didn’t have a chance to say anything back. A voice spoke out to him.
“Wowie Monoma” it was Shinso “you basically begged her to save your ass for the placement test.”
“HA! It’s just that I have developed so much that I merely want to perfect myself” Monoma was a bad liar, everyone knows he’s not trying hard enough “I bet you haven’t gotten past her close range exercises!”
“Actually, she’s been such a help! I have 2 new techniques that make me impossible to evade my brainwash” he flatly boasted “oh but I bet you can hold a copy for how long now, 6 minutes? Can’t wait to hear all about it when I’m in the class next term.”
“You’ll swallow your words when you see me with my arm around her in the halls next term.” 
Shinso stopped being smug “Like she’ll want to be with you, some arrogant wannabe that’s too much of a bitch to-”
“Who are you calling a bitch, you raccoon eyed, nest for hair! She can’t resist a man of class, such as myself!” Monoma gets catty “She’s going to be all over me when the holiday rolls in, can’t wait to swoop in to warm her up and give her what she wants.”
Meanwhile, I’m just groaning about my filled up weekend. I don’t have any real downtime to myself, its all study sessions with different people throughout the day. All that goes away when I go shopping with my squadron, we go with the white and shimmering theme with our look. I got the pantsuit I wanted in white AND in a tasteful pink because they went on sale after I saw them last back during the summer. I got other clothes too and shoes with all that money I saved, we were gonna look POPPIN for this interview. We wanted to look the part of the Big 3 by being the flashiest bitches there. Mimi got a flared fitted dress with a cape and sparkling shoes to match, Jin got a white formal wear pants and shirt with a shimmer sliver vest, bowtie and matching dress shoes. Plan for that day is to wash up and portal to my room to get ready, make up myself and Mimi, load up the car with Muffin 2.0 and 2 other classmates to drive to downtown to present. Everyone else is going to get picked up by Diya and his colleague that told him about the donors. One less thing to worry about, now on to the rest of the week and a half.
-Fast forward, Sunday in the practice grounds near the dorms-
“Come on Monoma!” I yelled from the top of the slanted building “you’ve copied my quirk before, this vertical climb should be a breeze!”
“It’s not easy when you use so much brain power to sustain it and-”
“WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT THE EXCUSES!”
He gets angry and hovers up shakily “I would like to request another quirk to copy.”
“I can’t summon anybody dude! Nobody wants to train with you or be around you for the copy!” I get stress-anger “I’ve literally exhausted all my resources to help you.”
“Well you have a small pool of resources-”
“THATS 25 FUCKING PEOPLE THAT I’VE BROUGHT IN OUR SESSIONS AND NONE OF THEM WANT TO COME BACK!”
“You don’t have to yell at me” he looked at my with scorn “your problem is that you aren’t doing enough for me to succeed.”
I look at him like he’s lost his mind “do you know what, you’re right, I haven’t done enough.” He gives me a snarky look like he won or something, I didn’t let him speak yet “so why don’t you go to some other copy quirk user with mastery in multiple quirks with more resources? Hm? I’m sure you heard of one if you’re talking down on my efforts to make you into the fiercest fighter on that field.” I throw his things at him “Here’s your things, don’t let my incompetence stop you from greatness!”
“Wait no, please Palma-san” he dropped his things to stop me from teleporting off “you’re the only one that can help me, I don’t know anyone with the same quirk. It’s just that these methods are so hard” he couldn’t look at me in my eye “this can’t be the way you learned, a child couldn’t surpass me like that with all the things you’re making me do!”
“I don’t know what to tell you Monoma” I put my hand on his face to make him look at me “I grew up fighting for my dominance and respect with my abilities, if you can’t fight to gain the respect you deserve” I took my hand away and backed up “then you’ve lost way before the fight even started.” I go to pick up my things and start the climb down “today’s session is over, come back to me when you want to actually put in the effort. I’ve had enough of your immature ass.”
“No, come back! I’ll change! Please!” he pleaded with me over the edge.
“NO! You clearly aren’t improving, don’t follow any of my advice nor take advantage of the others I bring in for the copy” I hop to the ground “I wasted 3 months of work with you, what’s the point of asking for my help if you don’t utilize it?! Am I just a joke to you? I don’t need your words to make me feel like garbage, my sister does that for me already.”
He teleports poorly in front of me “I’m sorry, just please” he grabs me by my shoulders “I’ll make it up to you! I’ll give you what you want! Money? Coffee? Kisses? Drugs? A boyfriend?”
“Full offence, there’s nothing you can give me to make up all this wasted time” I broke free from his grip “Good bye Monoma, I wish you luck on your placement test.” I teleport out to my dorm. I vented out to Tokoyami but I was too distraught to get cuddly, I go to the roof to smoke another joint as the sun sets. I cry out my frustrations with a joint in my hand, what the fuck is up with these hero wannabes? I think to myself I wouldn’t have these problems if everyone just dealt with things on their own in the first place. Why am I the only one that can help them? I ponder these things as I watched the sun disappear into the horizon. It’s starting to get really cold at night so I left the moment the chill was unbearable. Walking down the stairs and into the boy’s dorms was my wind-down walk, so I can re-join the rest without bringing my high thoughts and feelings. Iida was waiting for me at the kitchen counter.
“Hey Ita” he said gently “I heard about your argument with Monoma today, so I saved you some dinner that some of us made.”
I looked at the plate of food and immediately knew Kaminari and Kirishima made dinner, only they would make beef bowl with a side of beef and one lettuce leaf for vitamins. I chortled “thank you, that was very thoughtful of you.” I sit down to eat and he sits next to me, I start sweating because I really didn’t want him to know I smoke weed.
“You can’t hide from me” he put his hand firmly on my back, causing me to ring the panic alarm in my head “you were stress crying on the roof, weren’t you?” 
I breathe out in relief, I was too high for this type of conversation “Yea I was, I just had it with that manic boy” the beef was seasoned just right and I was in munchie heaven “I cut off my services to him.”
“I’m proud of you for putting him in his place” he hugged me and sniffed my hair, oh boy I’m in danger “was there something burning where you trained? Your hair smells like smoke.”
“Oh yea I caught a whiff of it toward the end of the session” I tried to make a believable excuse “hopefully it’ll wash off when I shower.” I finishing eating and Iida leaves halfway through my meal. I go full sicko mode in the shower, just scrubbing my hair to get the smell out. I finish my shower, still high but wrapped in my towel and hair in its twist. Walking out of the shower, I see all the boys in various forms of nudity and washing. I fucked up BIG time. We just stared at each other in shock but knew I belonged there and had every right.
“ya know what” Kirishima spoke up “this isn’t as weird as I thought it was gonna be, she’s just trying to get clean and covers up.”
Everyone shrugged it off and continued on their things, except Iida “Here let me- DON’T LOOK DOWN!” he ordered me not to look at him climb out of the tub.
“Oh please Tenya! I’ve seen a whole lot of you before this” I tossed him a towel “and I have to say, you have a nice butt.” I walk out of the bathroom and the boys go crazy in the bathroom.
“Bro she’s into you!” Kaminari elbowed Iida “there is no way you can deny that flirty comment.”
“Well I suppose she’s right about seeing my body beforehand” he dries himself “and that comment did sound a bit flirtatious.”
“I’ve just had enough of this avoidance” growled Bakugo at the sink “just take her to coffee after finals four eyes!” he slams down his toothbrush “confront her about all the shit you’ve been suspicious about, and if she likes you, great! Maybe you’ll finally man up.”
“Confront her? Won’t she get all avoid-y and dodgy?” Midoriya asked.
“Thats the point BUT she won’t run if it’s him” Bakugo points at Iida “she has a trust in him that doesn’t make any sense” he folds his arms “why keep the guy that made her cry on the first day close to her, be friends with him, take him on her adventures, going as far as swaying him to break and bend the rules...all that and doesn’t return your attempts of intimacy?” the boys start muttering and reflecting on all the accounts he listed “she dated Mirio and conveniently broke up with them right before her practice exam, she won because she used him as a stepping stool. I don’t know what strings she’s pulling to gain from by grooming four eyes here, don’t you want to know sooner than later?”
Iida thinks about it and realized that he was right. He finishes up his routine and goes to bed hoping it wasn’t true that she’d use him. But what if it is true? he asks himself am I just blinded by my own attraction to her that she uses it for her own gain? Too many questions popped up....bold of them to assume anything about my motives.
-End Chapter 19-
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