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Basically Mineta and Shinso become rivals because Mineta is the lowest ranked 1-A student and if Shinso moves up he replaces him but Mineta somehow and someway always stays in the number 20 spot:

Shinso pointed a thumb at himself, Mineta watched. "And I'm a man who loves to play with boy..." His voice trailed off as he realized what he was about to say.

All of class A burst into laughter. Shinso looked around angrily as they did, "Hang on! Hang on! Shut up! Shut up! What I meant to say...was...listen!"

He pointed at Mineta again, sweat beading on his forehead. "What I meant to say...is that you're a boy and I'm a man...and in this match I'm gonna manhandle you-...SHUT UP!" He screamed as Monoma bowed his head and shook it while Shoda let out a massive belly laugh. Yui and Reiko seemed embarrassed to be a part of this.

"Alright! Alright! Listen! Mineta, you're a boy and I'm a man! And when we get into the match I'm gonna get on top of you and...AH SHIT!"

I saw this art online of Bakugo's daughter and Izuku's son that was this and wanted to write about it. I know it's a reference to Norbit too, funny movie. If you're wondering, Ichiro's mom is obviously Ochako and Tomoko's is Toru. Both of them are about six:

"Stop it!" Tomoko roared, pulling her massive teddy bear, nearly the size of herself away from the older boy. She'd insisted on bringing it along to the playground along with Ichiro himself. Well, it was more like a demand that was presented as insistence.

Ichiro's head perked up from the sand he was playing in. He'd been particularly interested in trying to make a hole that he could crawl into like a secret agent. Now, he stood up wobbily and watched. The boy was huge, his head up at least up to mama's leg.

"Gimmie!" The boy yelled, grabbing for the stuffed toy. Tomoko kicked at him, but she couldn't exactly fight while holding her big bear in both arms. "I want it, gimmie!"

"It's mine!" Tomoko screeched. Ichiro looked around for an adult, but he didn't think running to a parent would do when he heard Tomoko cry. The boy had grabbed and pressed his nails into her arms. She tried to bite him, but he was wearing a big coat so he wasn't exactly feeling it. On the other hand, she was wearing just a sweater, so she certainly was feeling everything.

"Stop it!" Ichiro nearly tripped out of the sandbox as he bounded at the boy, his little legs carrying him until they were sent upward when the older boy stopped and shoved him at the chest.

Ichiro saw the sky about a second later. His head hurt. He scrambled to his feet. The kid was grabbing the bear now, playing a tug of war with Tomoko that the girl was unfortunately losing.

Ichiro wasn't much of a fighter. Mama had gotten him involved in karate, but he couldn't even lift his leg above knee height. So, when he socked that older kid in the face with all of his might, it came as a surprise to even him when the kid let go of the bear and stumbled back and looked at him.

The older kid pushed him and Ichiro went falling onto his rear, but he wasn't followed. Instead, the boy took a step back, covering his face. A long trail of blood had made its way from his nose down to his chin in about a split second. He held his hand against his head and let out a sob, then a cry, and then he turned on his heel and ran away.

Tomoko and Ichiro watched him run until he was out of view as he fled over the hill.

Tomoko let out an angry breath, her long blonde hair tied up into spikey twin tails. She turned and looked down at Ichiro, her lip thinning.

"Uh..." Ichiro looked dumbly up at her, his brown hair sticking out in patches from his beanie. "Are you okay?"

"Of course I'm okay, dummy!" She said sharply and let out a small breath, wiping at her eyes twice.

"Uh...okay."

She was looking at him with a pout, her face reddening. He thought she was mad again, but instead of spouting another insult Tomoko asked, "Do you have a girlfriend, Midoriya!?"

"...Um..." He wasn't quite sure what that meant. "No."

"...Hm...you do now!" She took up her teddy bear in one arm and held out her free hand towards him. "Now hold my hand, dummy!"

Katsuki screamed when he saw them coming to the benches, hands together. "NOOOOOOOOOOO-"

"At first..." The commission president brushed her hair away. "Eight or nine decades ago, we realized the increasing number of vigilante's weren't going away. Then, we saw people loving them, calling them superheroes. Naturally, those they fought became supervillains. What remained of the Japanese government at the time saw an oppertunity."

"Using the superhero name to their own advantage?" Hawks asked, his hands in his pockets.

The president nodded. "You can't fight change, but you can mold it and wield it to your own advantage. That's what we did. We took the name of heroes and made it our own. We made it the biggest thing to aspire for, and the people ate it up."

"The people..." Hawks sat on her desk, "needed someone to look up to at the time. That right?"

She nodded, "You pick up things quickly. Television here, influence there, but it was All Might who truly made heroes diefied among the populous. Now, through heroes the people rely entirely upon their government without even knowing, and they love it at that."

Hawks rubbed his stubble under his chin, "What a despicable thing to do, miss president."

"Would you rather the world be in chaos like the MLA or League wants?"

"I think their goals extend beyond that."

"Maybe, but world destruction is a part of that."

In order to stand out from the other kids, Sero takes on the personality of attitude era rock. This is from those scenes where the kids are practicing hero interview crap with Mount Lady:

Mount Lady looked strangely at him, her own eyebrown raising but in confusion. Everyone down off the stage matched that confusion with various expressions.

"Um...is there anything you want to say to your fellow hero-" Yu tried to raise the mic again, but Sero put a hand up to stop her. After a moments pause, he took possession of it and spoke.

"Finally...The Spider...has come back...to Yuuei!" He paused for a moment. Bakugo rolled his eyes, Sero noticed. "Today's the day, The Spider has just introduced this gang of candy asses to the smackdown hotel, and you ask...what is your name?" He looked at Yu.

She seemed cross, "I-"

"IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT YOUR NAME IS!"

Yu immediately reddened with anger while Midnight and several other students laughed off stage. Sero looked back towards the crowd. "You ask The Spider about all these different heroes. You ask about Shoto Todoroki, Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugo...three of our biggest hopefuls. Well let The Spider be frank, that's a bunch of icy moose piss!"

He looked down into the audience, "First you have Izuku Midoriya which means..." Sero adjusted imaginary glasses and stuck his two front teeth out. He then proceeded to speak in the hushed hesitant voice Izuku was known for, "Oh, All Might, I broke my arm for the thousandth time. Should I lie to my friends about this just like my quirk too?"

Izuku seemed taken aback.

"Or maybe we talk about Shoto Todoroki," and Sero's face blanked, "poontang pie? What's that? I've never had a slice."

Shoto looked confused.

His gaze turned to Bakugo, "Or how about murder god ex-whatever jabroni name he's chosen. Which means..."

"Don't you say nothing!" Bakugo shouted.

"Shut up blasty, The Spider's talking. Why don't you go do the thing you're best at?" Sero outstretched his hand and let out a mock scream that Bakugo had come to be known for.

This got everyone laughing, much to Bakugo's rage. "Enough with the jokes, dicklicker!"

"Jabroni, you have three seconds, and the Spider means, three seconds, to sit your monkey ass down. The future number one is here and that's a fact. The Spider will be laying the smackethdown, on all the League of Villains candy asses. If you smell what the spider is cooking!"

He handed the mic off to a befuddled Mount Lady and exited stage left.

Nezumi is supposed to be Natsuo's wife. TW: Suicide.

Nezumi was sitting on the doorstep of the house, flanked on both sides by comforting neighbors. Shoto had called the police on the way over, wanting to get there first.

She looked at him, her face smattered with tears. Standing, his sister in law threw her arms around him. She was crying so hard and speaking so quickly that it was incoherent to him.

He found him inside the bedroom, dressed casually, no note, a bottle of pills on the counter at the bedside. Shoto fell beside him, taking his limp hand into his own. A long ringing in his ears, a buzzing in his head, everything darkening.

All he could ask was, 'why?'

Shoto didn't know.

Natsuo was scared of having a baby with Nezumi. He didn't want to be like dad, it was one of his biggest fears. Fuyumi often talked with him about it.

He was aimless. Fuyumi had teaching and Shoto heroship. All Natsuo was doing was two dead end jobs.

He blamed himself for Touya. They'd gotten drunk together on Shoto's eighteenth birthday and he tearfully confessed to his baby brother about ignoring and blowing his eldest brother off about Dad ignoring him in turn.

All of these reasons could have contributed. Maybe.

Or maybe there was another entirely.

Shoto didn't know, because Natsuo wasn't here to tell him.

Basically canon, but it's only ever Rei that's talked about. The idea is that they prepare their daughters to be sold off much like Rei was. Nsfw because of the obvious. Occurs after she was incarcerated and Touya burned up:

Rei hadn’t said a word since she entered the hospital, that much the doctors told him. Her family had started to become an issue. When they heard about the part where she’d injured her youngest son, the Himura’s were more ashamed of her than anything else. But, then they wanted to take the children in given there was no home maker to watch them.

“Are you sure we cannot take her?” her father had asked over a phone call in the days following Rei’s incarceration, an old wispy weed of a man with a voice as wheezy as smog.

“It sounds like all those lessons were for nothing,” her mother added, staring ashamedly at the floor. “What a useless girl. The only good thing she had going for her was her body and quirk,” his children’s grandmother shook

“Your concern is…wonderful to hear, but rest assured. This whole ordeal is under wraps.”

“Perhaps you should send those children up north for once,” the patriarch pondered, “those two boys should learn our ways, the girl too. Fuyumi, correct?”

“...Yes…” he murmured.

“She must be around twelve now. I’ve seen photo’s, she’s positively going to be stunning when she’s older. She should be promised to a man and learn the ways of womanhood while she’s still a girl.”

“That will not be necessary, Himura-San,” Endeavor said, his free hand digging into his knee so hard that he was close to setting his pants on fire.

“Now Todoroki-San, the eldest of your boys wasn’t up to par, but that is no excuse for-”

He hung up and hadn’t heard from them since. He wasn’t sure he wanted to. Even a man like Enji Todoroki felt his skin crawl when dealing with the Himura’s. Rei seldom talked of her family, and he could guess why.

They lived traditionally on a plot of land in the northern reaches of the Hokkaido prefecture, their home a series of compounds built directly around and into a mountain that always seemed to have snow on it no matter the season.

He’d been driven in on a limousine when he came to take Rei. The whole family awaited him, dozens dressed in traditional kimono’s, yukata’s, haori’s. It was like he was taken hundreds of years into the past.

Then he met her for the first time. Rei Todoroki was presented in a blue yukuta by both her father and mother, the youngest of all her siblings. She was right at her twentieth year of age. Enji himself was only a year older. He remembered the small smile she’d given him all these years later.

He had never had a woman in his life before her, but he quickly found out how wonderful they could be. There was always the underlying factor of his several payments to her family, but despite that, Enji had loved her.

He thought she loved him. She was so giddy, so excited in the early years when it was just them, Touya, and Fuyumi.

Once.

Deep down, a voice spoke to him, telling him that after everything he’d done that whatever love there was had gone from the marriage.

But Enji argued, again and again, Rei was responsible in some ways. She chose to hurt Shoto, to not do anything when Touya would train in secret, it wasn’t as if she was a helpless victim in all of this.

He thought of Rei’s father, Rin Himura. He was more snake than man, quite adept at negotiating the purchase of his own daughter. Enji hated him from the moment they’d met and he always wondered if the old man picked up on it.

Her mother, Rui, was an old bag who saw her sons as oafs who never did anything right and her daughters as foolish girls who needed to be controlled less their worth as wives be dampened.

Perhaps Rei learned more than she thought from them. Yes, that had to be it.

He knew that idea was ridiculous as soon as it came into his head.

Enji thought about how they took a walk together along an icy river’s trail together. She spoke but…didn’t. As if everything she said was rehearsed to an uncanny level, from the way she brushed her hair back to the way she laughed a little too hard at his awkward jokes. She never stopped smiling until they were driving away together, and even then her natural face always seemed to own lips that curved upward.

The writing was on the wall when he was politely informed during his small stay that he was not allowed within the compound built into the mountain. Enji asked no questions and saw nothing as a result, but he wasn’t stupid. He had his ideas and none of them were anything positive.

He was happy to take her away from that place. Happy to have no mention of her family nor any visits. Rei never asked to take their children north and Enji had the sense she would protest contact of any kind.

Takes place a few months after Touya's 'death' and Rei's incarceration:

Enji hadn’t been out on patrol but for a few minutes before number one’s obnoxious smile made its presence known.

They landed together atop a massive skyscraper, the snow flakes fluttering down into the concrete around them. In a power move as he usually did when All Might was around, Enji allowed the mere heat of his body to melt the snow under him into a circle.

The man himself was in his usual bodysuit much like Enji’s own, only lighter in color. Though, he’d infuriatingly taken to wearing a massive parka around himself and he currently had the woolen hood up. All Might placed his hands on his hips and before he said anything, the number two started it off with, “What do you want, number one?” He never tried to hide his disrespect or disdain for the man, and it was no different here.

All Might stood before him, taller, broader, and perpetually smiling with those two pointed blonde hairs sticking out of his hood like a rabbits ears.

“I thought we should have lunch, number two…” All Might said in a mockingly dramatic tone at those last two words. He was never one to get angry at Enji’s many barbs and insults. “As the top heroes of Japan.”

Enji raised an eyebrow, the snowflakes turning into water around him and dropping onto his suit as they fell above him. “Lunch?”

“Indeed, I have scant chances to eat out. However, I think it’s just as important to keep a cordial relationship with my coworkers as it is the people of the city.”

This bastard always knew what to say, always knew how to sound like the greatest. It wasn’t just what he did with his hands, oh no, he was a good human being.

That was what made Enji hate him more than anything else.

How nonstoppingly noble he was. He didn’t strive to be the best like Enji trained and worked to nonstop, he simply was and had been for over the last twenty years.

“Take your offer and stick it, number one,” Enji stated flatly.

All Might looked unsurprised, but he still seemed a little hurt by that. “My…you usually keep such hostility to yourself, number two!” again, that dramatic flair was added in as he called him by that nickname. It was starting to make Enji angry.

“I have work to do.”

“I’m sure.”

Enji studied him, “Why the offer?”

“Why?”

“That’s what I asked.”

All Might tugged at the collar of his parka, “Well…I had heard from a good friend in the police department of certain…issues.”

“Issues?”

All Might nodded, “According to him, you’ve been more violent than usual, working longer hours, the sort of thing that would imply your life is-”

“My personal life is mine to lead, not yours,” Enji took a step forward, the snow around him instantly evaporating as he did. He glared at All Might, his eyes burning. “I do what I do to surpass you, and if that means beating on murderers and rapists and patrolling at night, then that is fine by me.”

“I am not trying to intrude,” All Might shook his head, “that would be rude of me. It’s only that after going through such a…difficult time as you have, I believed that you’re owed something to take your mind off-”

“I do not need your lunch and I for damned sure do not need to speak with you, ever,” Enji poked a finger into All Might’s chest. The number one hero was unmoved, his hands still on his hips as he looked down like a concerned father would to an angsty teenaged son. “Good bye, All Might.”

Endeavor was seething as he glided with a trail of fire over the skyscraper and into the city line, his teeth gritting as he dared the streets below to send him a mugger, a villain attack, anything at all.

Hektor would learn to not look whenever one of these punishments occured. He himself made the mistake of looking at a man made to stand completely still despite the sun and mosquitoes. Hours passed before he and the man were finally relieved. He was beet red in the face with a burn and there were rows of bumps along his legs and forearms.

He learned that these punishments were both frequent and often creative and bizarre. Though it tended to vary between a Decanus. Forced to hold a shield over your head for an hour, made to wear a bodice during chow, or being dipped head first in the nearby river again and again each time longer than the last.

Centurions were worse. Whenever they crossed his path in drills, marching, and sometimes eating, Hektor learned to be on his best behavior. They carried this branch wrapped in thorns with them and they knew how to whip you with it. Their punishments were more extreme too. Sometimes, if a man truly made a horrible mistake, his contubernium would be set upon him like a pack of rabid dogs, beating him black and blue.

Decanus and Centurions were something you learned were a part of your new life though, and you could plan around it, albeit they were almost always an inevitability.

Women were the next big issue. A common trainee was forbidden from bringing his wife or favorite whore along on a drill. However, the latter kind of woman frequented the camp's perimeter like a flock of vultures. They were usually where a recruit would be spending most of his time.

Hektor had seen these women and knew none of them, though his rejection brought on more aggression from some of them. He had a woman at home waiting for him, plain and simple. The temptation was there, obviously, but he filled the little time he had with other hobbies.

Dice was surprisingly commonplace despite the rule against such gambling. A fair few fights broke out under the nights torches because of this. Hektor himself had to with the assistance of his other guardsmen prevent an all out brawl between several Elbians and a few northerners over an accusation of the former party. Apparently they had loaded their die, though the Centurions whipped both in the end.

Demi-humans scarcely filled the ranks. Most of that savage kind came in the forms of auxiliary. Hektor supposed in a place such as the camp, their kind would stick out among men who were inspected weekly for the correct length of their hair. It wasn't like they'd have been treated well either, though Hektor did find a bit of humor in how some men who thought of the savage races as such were all too eager to bed those same races women.

Drills and marches bore a brunt of their days, though construction contributed too. Building camps or fortresses was something a legionary would do dozens, possibly hundreds of times in the years of service.

None of it was easy. You were always either hot or cold, tired and sick. If you weren't any of that, you weren't a recruit. Falling asleep during any watch would result in a hefty beating and a reminder that in the ranks, death was the only solution for a man who failed to see the enemy coming due to his own selfishness.

It was here that he learned just how petty some men could be. Like gossping little girls and raging boys mad at another for doing one thing or another. Larius didn't clean his gear properly, Kalvin's now on night watch because he beat his Decanus at dice or stuck his member into the whole of said Decanus favorite whore.

Hektor, as he sat on a rock in the present day had to wonder what the hell any of that was worth beyond the drills.

This is part of a whole thing I want to do that expands the Overhaul arc:

"WHERE THE FUCK IS SUN EATER AND NEJIRE-CHAN!?" Sero roared as he landed. Several shards of glass from the falling buildings he'd taped together had struck him in the back and a neat trail of blood came down the small of it.

"There's still bad guys around the whole area," Kirishima said, moving heavy alongside Mina with her help. How he was still standing, Sero couldn't guess.

It was only them.

No pros.

Just them.

Sero looked out for a moment at the crowd as they ran along the broken street, searching for Izuku and Overhaul.

Yaoyorozu had commandeered one of the police rifles. A howa bolt action that she pointed to the ground and headed the group.

Uraraka and Froppy were together since the start of this, somewhere in between getting paired away from Nejire. Probably a part of the plan but it wasn't a move Sero would consider superb. Nejire was as strong as she was smoking, and that would be really goddamned useful right now.

Mina's hands contrasted with the rest of her pink body, being a stark white. Whatever fight she and Ejiro had, it'd taken a toll on her too.

Then they saw them.

Between two skyscrapers, Izuku and Overhaul slammed into each other. Two blurs of electricity and insectlike legs.

This was it.

The moment of truth.

Momo had one bullet left. A souvenir she'd gotten her hands on during the raid of the lab.

A mass of debris came flying towards them as Overhaul slammed into a building, but Mina just barely managed to melt it in time, her hands flying up and releasing the acid in a shielding arc that disapatted the material as it fell.

"Cellophane! Froppy!" Momo commanded as Ochako joined her side. Kirishima grimaced, wanting to help but knowing he was in a bad way.

Sero and Tsuyu's tape and tongue rounded both bodies as Ochako placed her palm flatly against Momo's shoulder.

He jerked, as did Tsuyu, and Momo and Ochako went flying. Creati's hair whipped about like a massive raptors wings fluttering.

She had the weapon cocked before launching and used Ochako's shoulder as a mount.

There was one chance and the shot wasn't easy, despite Overhaul's massive size. The wind could easily have altered the bullet's trajectory.

The sound was like an explosion.

Ochako's ears ringed and she nearly took her hand off Momo to grab them.

Izuku dodged another stab attempt by Overhaul and he nearly dodged again, but stopped as he realized the Yakuza's young leader had done so.

His eyes were wide under his mask. Kai looked and he saw in his midsection, a hole and a trail of blood.

"W...WHAAAT!?" Kai screamed, the red trail coming over him, practically feeling all the power slowly draining away.

Then he looked up.

Izuku was there, Eri's small eyes looking overtop his shoulder.

Izuku grit his teeth, the electricity building and circling around his forearm as he raised the limb and yelled, "DETROIIIT! SMAAASH!"

(The idea is 1-A fights AFO's assassin's in villain hunt)

Sero started laughing. Mineta's head jerked up at him, "Shut up! It hurt like hell!" He squealed. The faint appearance of bandages were visible on his bicep as he whirlwinded blows at him.

"Stop screwin with him," Kirishima chuckled, "I certainly don't wanna think about fightin Nagant-"

Sero flipped his hair over his shoulder, "I don't wanna remember anything that happened over the past couple months. Not that anythings better, but at least hired goons aren't coming after us."

"Four days hiding and fighting from that sniper bitch," Denki stated, "real fun."

Mineta tugged at his sleeve, "Hey, at least Eijiro-Kun talked her out of it. Dunno how but-"

"Midoriya decided to show up for that one," Sero murmured.

"Don't be like that," Kirishima shook his head, "not now."

"What?" Sero raised an eyebrow. "Hey c'mon, I'm about ready to pretend like nothing happened like we always do."

"Bruh," Mineta said. "Chill."

"I'm chill, I'm just calling it as I see it," Sero showed off his elbows, "are these still bruised? I can't really feel it anymore, but-"

"I see a bit of color," Denki said, studying the dispensers. "How in the hell is a bruise all you got from getting smashed through a wall?"

"My arms are strong."

"Not as strong as mine," Kirishima added with a smirk.

"He said, struggling to lift a boulder."

"It was a big ole roof in a cave-"

"Meanwhile, I lifted a building."

"Gayyy, now kiss you two," Mineta smacked his lips. "Denki-Kun and I support-"

"Shut up Minoru," Denki ordered. "That's why you got shot."

"That's why you're a sillybilly."

Silence came between them for a time, "Dude..." Kirishima murmured. "Maybe I shouldn't have shielded you from Tsutsumi-San."

"...Wait why're you callin her that?" Denki gave him a look.

"Oh, uh...we're visiting. Hawks, me, and Midoriya. She's real nice once you get to know her. I think..." Kirishima whispered conspiratorially, "she likes Hawks-Kun."

Everyone stared weirdly at him.

Izuku would be real good at this due to his ability to understand how to apply quirks. The excerpt I have here is from an AU where he never gets OFA btw. It's where the League become heroes in a world without AFO and AM. Kinta is Mustard:

The workers, a mixture of students and teachers, were taken by the focus that their craft required. Almost all of them didn’t see the two come in.

But one did.

“Oh, hello there,” a kindly voice greeted, walking up on Kinta’s side. He turned, his free hand sticking into his pocket so he could make himself look cool.

Standing in front of him was a bushy green haired guy, probably around Kinta’s year. He had freckles pattering his fair skinned cheeks but other than that, he was quite plain looking. Although, there was an immediate feeling of ease that the two boys got when looking at him. As if this guy would prove to be a fast friend. He wore a long sleeved navy shirt even on this summer day and he had brown gloves singed with grime and his pants were a baggy black.

“Yo,” Kinta nodded his head forward as Inasa nearly slammed his head into the concrete floor by bowing so lowly.

The guy smiled as he bowed back and introduced himself, “Midoriya Izuku, Yuuei support course. Here for a pick up or are you looking to have something worked on?”

Kinta nodded as he and Inasa introduced themselves, “I’m with Shiketsu and…here,” he handed him the hat and mask combo, explaining the dilemma. “I think it’s dumb too, but our hats have to stay on during training. Can you patch it up really quick?”

“Yes Mustard-San, no problem at all,” Izuku took the mask in his hand, gently so. He turned and called out to a massive ocean of gears in the far corner of the room where even other workers seemed to steer clear of. “Hatsume-San!”

A pair of goggles popped up from the gear…no that was a girl. Her face was covered in oil, her pink hair styled into thick dreadlocks that swept to the right of her head. “What’s up, Midoriya!?” she called back, her voice so loud and gruff that she could be heard over the machines whizzing.

“Stitching job!”

The girl stepped out from the gears and scrap metal then, allowing Inasa and Kinta to see her fully. She wore those baggy pants Izuku was wearing and a black sleeveless low cut shirt.

‘Maybe the hat splitting was a blessing in disguise,’ Kinta thought as he watched Hatsume stride over. Then he saw Himiko glaring at him in his head, and felt like a douche.

“Lemme see here!” Mei surprised him away from his thoughts. She’d spoken in the exact same tone she had when standing across from the trio. “Wowzers…this is some good handiwork! Shiketsu’s been steppin up their game!”

“She seems passionate,” Inasa whispered into Kinta’s ear as Mei and Izuku began to discuss the means by which to reattach the mask and hat.

“That shirt is doing the heavy lifting,” Kinta grumbled. Inasa had to hide his smile.

Mei suddenly appeared in his face, coming in from out of nowhere like a missile. Kinta jumped, thinking she’d heard him, but this idea was shot down as she said, “Sooo! How’s the mask work!?”

“...Uh…” Kinta noticed then that Izuku was also getting in his face. In his hands, he materialized a notebook. Both support course students were nearly as tall or taller than him so he was rather swarmed. “It filters out my…”

Wait, was this a trick?

He thought back to Shindo and the rest of his fake ass squad. What if these two handed over all the information to that Bakugo shitbird or their cow of a class president?

“My wind!” Kinta proclaimed suddenly. “Y-You see…uh…my wind makes people go…um…they see their worst fears and so I have to wear the mask because I’d see mine too.”

“...Like…scarecrow from Arkham Asylum?” Izuku tilted his head. Kinta nodded. “Wow! That’s awesome!”

‘He actually bought that?’ Inasa thought sadly.

“Ohh, maybe I could throw in a scythe, for an additional payment of course!” Mei said, taking the mask in her hand as she began quivering at the possibilities.

“Nah, I’m not that edgy…wait, payment?” Kinta felt his heart drop.

“Yah!” Mei got into his face again and Kinta realized that there was something off about her eyes. They looked like crosshairs almost.

“The hell’s wrong with your eyes?” Kinta’s voice cracked as Mei stuck her hand in his pockets to fish out a wallet.

“Forgive Hatsume-San,” Izuku said sheepishly, “we tend to be screwed out of deals because of our age.”

“Why is that?” Inasa asked curiously as he pried the girl off of Kinta who was being half strangled by her presence. Before that, she finally pulled the credit card Nemuri had given him for emergencies out of his coat pocket.

“It’s extra credit, that’s all the payment you need,” Mei grunted in a mocking rough voice.

“Woah-Woah, how much is this gonna cost?” Kinta tried to grab for his card but Mei played keep away, jumping back whenever one of his bony hands reached out at her.

“By the hour and if you’re still curious, my eyes’re this way causa my zoom quirk,” Mei emphasized this by making her iris and thus the crosshairs larger. “You gotta zit formin on your chin.”

“...The fuck?” Kinta grunted as Mei turned away, bouncing over to one of the contraptions. Izuku and Inasa laughed, “It’s not funny!”

“It most certainly is, Kinta-Kun,” Inasa ruffled Kinta’s grey locks who in response batted his hand away.

“Don’t do that!”

This is pretty fucked up, just a forewarning. I always liked the idea of Natsuo and Fuyumi being more at each others throats when they were younger due to Fuyumi trying to pretend like everything is okay while Natsuo grows to have bad anger issues over what Endeavor has caused and what he's doing to Shoto but to the point that he pushes Fuyumi away. Fuyumi is 12 here while Natsuo is 9 and Shoto is 5 btw. I should also say this has come about after months and months of build up and tension between the two following all the tragic events:

In the next couple of days, the house remained quiet for the most part. Papa was working a big case in Tokyo, so he would be staying in hotels.

It was quiet for the most part. The three went about their week, Fuyumi walking Shoto to pre-school and then with Natsuo to his and her school. She made them dinner, played as well as she could with Shoto, and did her best to keep her middle…eldest brother tempered.

But unfortunately, she couldn’t put up with everything. As much as she tried, Fuyumi had her limits.

They never argued or fought this strongly beforehand. Usually, it was mere childhood banter and that was it. But this spiraled into something more than either of the two bargained for. After months and months of built up resentment at themselves, each other, and their father.

She couldn’t remember who started the argument, nor did Natsuo. He was the first to start yelling, but Fuyumi could’ve said something to really make him mad.

Maybe she started the argument after all. Maybe not, it was all blurry to her. It was probably about homework.

Then it was about cleaning the dishes.

Then it was about her trying to act like mama.

And finally…

“Just do it!” Fuyumi commanded, louder than she wanted. Her hands were balled into fists as she looked at her little brother, “I can’t do it on my own!”

They were stood in his room, several posters of rock bands spread along the walls along a few pro wrestling belts and various toys scattered around the floor. Natsuo nearly spat out spittle as he yelled back, “I just got home, I wanna sit down for five freaking minutes! I hurt my hand in softball!”

“You’re not hurt!”

“YES I AM!” he screamed, veins bulging in his neck as his face heated red.

There was a long pause. Fuyumi studied him, seeing a bruise along one of his knuckles as he stuck it out in front of her face. “Do you think arguing about everything makes you big and strong-”

“Shut up! Yap yap yap! Every day! Every day!” Natsuo ranted, “I have to listen to you talk about bullshit like you think you’re mom! Well you’re not! You’re my sister!”

Now she was really getting mad, her hands starting to shake, “Shut up Natsuo, y-you’re a lazy…a-asshole!”

Hearing her swear was a rarity. That she would say it against her own brother was such a surprise that it actually threw Natsuo off for a moment. But then he was mad, his little teeth gritting, “Y-You’re a…a…bitch!” he stammered, his voice quivering with rage.

“You’re lazy! You don’t do anything!-”

“Yes I do! W-What? Just cause I don’t-I don’t do one thing it’s-”

“Shut up!”

“You wanna make me leave like you made Touya leave!?” Natsuo barked.

That made both of them stop for a moment, each gasping for air. Natsuo took a few steps back and sat on his bed, Fuyumi was still standing though she had to put a hand on the doorframe to keep herself leveled.

“I…I made him leave?” Fuyumi breathed, her glasses sliding ever so slightly down her small nose.

“Y-Yeah!” Natsuo barked. “You’re a bitch Fuyumi!” he repeated, the venom not as strong as it’d been when he previously yelled that out.

“You told him to leave too, you little d-d…dick!”

“Be quiet!”

“You said you didn’t want him here!”

“So did you!”

“Shut up!”

“Oh perfect Fuyumi isn’t so freaking perfect! Is that why you try and be all subservient to dad? Huh!? Yeah! Yeah! It’s his fault…it’s your fault Touya died!”

“My fault!? W-...you…I…” Fuyumi was breathless. she wanted to hurt him, wanted him to feel how she felt. So, she took a breath and spoke, “Who cried like a little baby because he ignored Touya when he tried talking to him!? Who said he didn’t want him here!?”

That former part was told to her in confidence in the hours following the funeral. Back then, she tried to comfort his guilt, here Fuyumi weaponized it.

Natsuo’s eyes widened and Fuyumi felt some kind of blackish ichor in her gut, a mixture of overwhelming shame and satisfaction at having hurt her brother.

She regretted it immediately when he stood, hot tears burning in his eyes as reality crashed down on the both of them. “Get…GET OUT!” Natsuo growled through gritted teeth. He was so angry, his jaw tightened, his body shaking, his face flushed with fury.

And in her own anger, Fuyumi was no mediator.

“MAKE! ME!” she screamed, even taking a step into the room to really drive home this point.

Natsuo saw his fathers face as he let out a scream and threw himself at her. All the anger over these past few months, all the sadness, the guilt, it blew up between them in the worst way possible.

They met in the middle of the room, grabbing at each others faces and kicking the others shins. Fuyumi wound up and hit him in the shoulder, both falling to the ground.

Screams, swears, and exertion filled the room and eventually the house. Natsuo was smaller than his sister by a few centimeters, but he had the broad shoulders of his father and played in sports regularly. Fuyumi, despite her height advantage, found herself on the defensive as Natsuo flailed down punches at her. Both were somewhat trained to fight by their father, but that was all forgotten in their anger.

"You stupid!...get off me!" Fuyumi shrieked, her hand slapping and pushing at his face, "GET OFF!"

"I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!" Natsuo cried, shoving her face into the rug, "YOU KILLED TOUYA-NI!"

"NO I DIDN'T!" Fuyumi roared, her glasses finally sliding off her face. She threw out punches at Natsuo's stomach and after a moment the adrenaline couldn't hold him back from hurting. He let out a loud huff as he toppled back.

Fuyumi lay there, her face burning. She brought a hand up to cover it. The rug had marked her. Her whole body buzzed weirdly.

Her anger was still there and she was quick to her feet. So was Natsuo, though he was coughing. Snot was trailing out of his nose and his teeth were clenched so hard together that they looked ready to shatter at any moment.

They grabbed at each other again, this time Natsuo pushed her into a bookshelf. Like before, curses, accusations, and wishes of death flew between the brother and sister who not a year ago would've considered themselves closer than they were with Touya-Ni or Shoto.

"STOP IT! STOP HURTING FUYUMI!"

Shoto...

Both of them realized.

All this screaming.

He was in the house.

He came running into the room, flailing his tiny fists at Natsuo. The only thing in his mind was the memory of papa hitting their mother. He saw a bad man hurting his mother then and he saw a bad man hurting his sister now.

Natsuo barely flinched at his blows or the body check Shoto did right into his thigh, but he did let Fuyumi go and he even stumbled back onto his bed.

Fuyumi slid down the bookshelf onto the floor, seated and level with Shoto who threw himself on top of her defensively. He was sobbing with a mixture of fear and anger.

She was still shaking, her head pulsing with pain.

Natsuo was retching, looking glassy eyed out into his room. He slowly brought his shivering hands up and looked at them.

Shoto was sucking on his thumb.

Then they were all crying. It wasn't clear who did so first, but all of the children huddled together. Natsuo whispered, "I'm...s-s-so sorry..." Holding his big sister tightly as he searched for any kind of comfort he could find.

Fuyumi wanted to tell him it would be okay, but she was crying so hard she couldn't even speak. The best she could do was hold him and hold Shoto.

No big brother to guide them.

No mother to comfort them.

And certainly no father.

This is inspired by Reek from game of thrones, the book version. It's from an AU where Touya was saved by the awakening of his mothers quirk at Sekoto and healed by a group of heteromorphs who had a village in the mountain. He's started to live among them as 'Dabi,' because he doesn't think he deserves to go home after letting himself be burnt, but obviously there's some cracks in that logic that his psyche is breaking through on. I think this could work for canon Touya too. Like he seperates his former self before getting burned, to where he woke up in the orphanage:

"Look at you. Burned, decrepit, not even a real human," Dabi said.

How long had it been since he had slept? He took his hand off the tree trunk and looked at this verbal sparring partner.

He'd walked kilometer after kilometer through the brush, through the white landscapes, his boots wettening with ever stomping crunch. How far had he traveled?

Touya stood opposite of him. He was small, bundled up in the heaps of ragged coats and pants. The only mark visible on him was that neck scar, but Dabi knew what laid underneath.

"Why aren't I dead then?" Touya asked him defiantly, his small hands bunched into fists as he looked up at him. He still had Rei Todoroki's hair, Dabi realized it then. That made his blood boil and the cold not as oppressive.

"You tell me," Dabi snarked, "you're so intent on being my shadow after all."

"Shouldn't you know the answer?"

"Maybe, but I want to hear it from you."

Touya gave him a look, "I survived because the fire within me burned brighter than the fire around me."

"Yeah, and look at you now. You're so scared of fire that you can't even make a spark without cowering."

"That's funny, coming from you."

"Fuck. You."

"You're more scared than I am. Trying to be a hero to these people so you can go home? Really? You think mom isn't-"

"Don't call h-her that-"

"-Crying her eyes out every night because she thinks we're dead or missing? What about Fuyumi and Natsuo? Shoto?" When Touya finished, he took a step closer, forcing Dabi to look down at him. At himself.

Dabi scoffed, "Oh yeah, after everything we said they'll just magically take us back. Didn't you hear Fuyumi and Natsuo? They literally said they didn't want us there, what more do you need, jackass?"

"Maybe they didn't mean it," Touya said quietly.

"Sure, and what about Shoto? Maybe he doesn't remember it, but everyone else sure does. That was how we got our first scar, not from the fire though. Endeavor gave us that one," he emphasized this point by lifting his collar and revealing the slight red line across the back of his ear where Endeavor had struck him in a fury when he'd attacked an infant Shoto. "Mom thought he killed us, remember?"

"Dad doesn't matter. Everyone else-"

"Screw everyone else. They hate us, get over it!" Dabi yelled, a patch of snow falling from a tree nearby. He lowered his voice, "They do."

"So? Hating them back isn't-"

"Hate? Hate? Lemme tell you something-"

"We have to do the right thing. Go home, and say we're sorry whether they take us back or not."