Hatsumei slowly lowered the nuclear isotope into her new device. "Easy … easy …" And it was in. "Perfect, I made the world's strongest coffee machine." Power Loader-sensei was gonna love this!
Sure, it was probably the least interesting baby she could make at the moment, but Power Loader sensei was getting really tired lately. Something about constantly fixing the support studio. She never noticed anything beyond her babies and the occasional explosion.
"Is this the place?" A familiar voice made itself known. "Oh wow, there's a lot of cool gadgets and everything."
That blue mop of hair could only belong to her number one! "Hey, Number One, what brings you around!" She shouted, turning from her work bench.
"Oh Mei! You're here! Oh, is that a coffee maker? Looks so cool!" His eyes glittered at the sight of her little baby.
"Yep, made this baby this morning! Thought I could help Power Loader-sensei a little." The coffee maker started beeping and glowing red. "It's going to knock his socks off!"
"That seems like the perfect gift, a lot of the teachers look tired sometimes. While I have you here, do you mind fixing my suit, it exploded." Well it was experimental. "I also wanted to talk to you about headgear, I don't understand it at all."
"Sure thing." She grabbed his suitcase and opened it, revealing the damaged but still well kept suit. He was really good at keeping her baby intact. "This may take a few days, so you'll need to train without. In the meantime I'll give you the course. First off is the compression meter." She hooked up a USB port to the back of the headgear, showing a display of the suit from its eyes. "It shows you how much pressure you're putting on it with those power punches and how close it is to snapping."
"So an alarm for when it's about to break?" Million Points nodded with a hand on his chin. "So it'll break when I go above twelve spoonfuls of power."
"Yeah, I can try and increase its resistance, but that's what you have so far." She began showing off other features. "This here is a blue tooth for your phone, and here is a radio to listen to police signals."
"It keeps giving me wheels on the bus."
"Really? Huh, must've picked the wrong frequency. Oh well, just something else to improve on!" That's what babymaking was all about! "Anyways, the claws at the end of your gloves I thought of back when you were on all fours during the obstacle race. I thought 'hey, he's moving like an arctic wolf, he must love animals, and 'BAM', the instant theme for the costume! It's way better than the cheap mask and blanket you were using before."
"I don't know, I liked the domino mask."
"Then I'll consider it for the next design. My main job is to always have a satisfied customer!" She began writing down. "Oh, I could even work at night and thermal vision into it, there's so many possibilities with it now!"
"You're really good at this, Mei." The boy smiled.
"It's my passion, getting to build babies like this. I wouldn't even mind it if I died while making one."
"It's stupid to want to die, you're really awesome at what you do." The boy misunderstood.
"I don't want to die, I would just be happy if it was how I died. Doing something you love rather than not doing it." Million points nodded. "Okay, let's move onto the costume materials now, because I have about twenty different ideas for how we can improve on it. How do you feel about adding ears?"
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Tsuyu tossed another dummy into the shute, looking down to see Sato catch it. "This is pretty basic for training." She said, grabbing another dummy. "You'd think we would be using people instead, like each other."
"And you actually trust someone like Bakugo to actually catch someone without blowing them up?" Sero gestured to their angry classmate, who actually did blow up a few dummies, mostly because Kirishima kept up the 'he's a nice person underneath' shtick he's had for the past month.
"Seriously, how can anyone think that guy is a good person?" Jiro asked. "Other than Iruma."
"FUCK OFF YOU TWO!" They could hear the shout from up here.
"In Iruma's case, he genuinely doesn't know better." Tsu groaned. "Then again, talking down Shigaraki probably only proves his point. I'm still surprised the man just left like that."
"Of course he did." Todoroki spoke up, treating the dummy without much delicacy as it scratched the side. "They're both children in teen and adult bodies respectively, they're so simple they genuinely comprehend each other on a logical and emotional level."
"Yet one leads the LOV and the other's possibly the strongest guy in class." Ojiro pointed to the boy in question, holding his arms out, waiting for Toru to toss her dummy down. "What does that say about the next generation?"
"That the future is dumb." Jiro rolled her eyes and Toru took the chute herself and tossed herself overboard. Yep, Tsu couldn't argue with that. "So I heard you ran into pirates, did it go bad?"
"Nah, you know how Iruma thinks villains are nice? Turns out they genuinely were nice. I wasn't even tied up since there's nowhere to run on a boat." And the chef with swirly eyebrows was an excellent cook.
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Kirishima rubbed his forehead while in his seat. Toru landed up from so high, and being invisible ment he had no reason to harden before she fell on him. "Ow! You could've shouted you were falling on top of me, or just not jumped off at all."
"It's your fault for getting in Iruma-kuns way! He knew where I was the entire time!" Both turned to their manly classmate, who greeted them with his usual smile.
"He asked me for help, the dummy got stuck." He countered.
"That sounds like a 'you' problem." So unmanly.
"Okay class, listen up." Aizawa-sensei called out from the front. "Parent's day is almost here." The sounds were very mixed, ranging between groans and excited cheers. The only ones who didn't make any visible responses at all were Todoroki and Iruma. "As you prepare for it, your assignment will be to write letters of appreciation to your parents."
Now the groans outweighed the cheers. "Why the fuck we have to do this!" Bakugo called out.
"What, you hate your family or some shit?" Jiro asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Of course I fucking don't! It's just pointless to tell them what's already damn obvious!"
"It is obviously training to receive a fan letter!" Iida spoke up. "We must learn what it is like to be on the other hand and how to correctly construct criticism."
"... Sure, why not." Aizawa seemed odd about this task, usually he explained the 'logic' straight away. "Anyway, that's all for today, i'm going to take a nap, if you talk do it quietly." They once threw Mineta out of the window yet the man still slept. What was his definition of loud?
"So am I going to fail this assignment?" Iruma asked seriously. "Because if it's about writing something nice to our parents, I don't think I can do it." Well that was depressing.
"Well it may not have to be your parents per say." Todoroki spoke up. "I plan on writing one to my sister."
"And along with my parents, i'm also giving a letter to my butler and maids." Yaoyarozu had MAIDS?
"Oh, so just writing to people we like in general, that's much easier!" Iruma beamed that manly smile he always carried. "Good, for a second I thought I would have to write down a whole page of lies." Once again, super depressing.
==
Shinso idly tapped his pencil against the desk. Parents day … parents day … fuck this was going to be emberasing. He could just imagine it now, dad coming in and speaking way too casually, his mom showing off baby photos. A nightmare in the making.
He didn't hate his folks, not by a longshot, but it was just a pain in general, especially when they were the only ones that supported his dream. 'You can do anything if you put your heart to it', 'The power of your friendship will overcome any villain' and stuff like that. Something told Shinso they didn't watch the news involving the aftermath of any hero fight.
Still, he at least had the emotional support, which was far more tolerable than Aizawa-sensei's brutal training after school. Three hours a day of one-on-one training, half of it spent getting tangled in that capture scarf, the other half being general muscle development.
The third half was spent chugging headache medication … maybe it wasn't working as well as he thought it was. Using his quirk too often really strained the brain. But despite the training he still couldn't get past the weaknesses of basic responses only.
Still, he couldn't deny he was getting stronger, and when he asked Suzuki if there was an alternate training method, he was presented with … something that made Aizawa seem like an angel from heaven compared to the hell that was his workout. Carrying 'Bunny-sensei' as well as a whole refrigerator across the beach almost every morning? He really underestimated the determination that clueless smile hid.
But that's what made it cool he guessed, just a determined kid getting by with a dangerous quirk and his own will power. Definitely not brains considering how easy it was to brainwash him, but guts … although he still wanted a better answer on how he broke free of brainwashing other than a haunted quirk.
==
Todoroki took a deep breath in and out, before knocking on the door. "Come in." The innocent voice he's only heard again recently responded. He hesitantly entered the room, and saw his mother. He had visited her once before the internships, and he desperately wanted to make more time, but his school life interfered too much. "Oh, Shoto, you came again." She greeted him with a smile he didn't deserve.
"Yeah, I was able to make some time." He responded. He felt afraid to look into her eyes for too long. Some part of him was afraid if they did, she would see nothing but Endeavors and shun him away. "You're looking well."
"The staff is very nice, I'm grateful to have such lovely people like them looking out for me." She beamed so bright it hurt. "Come, take a seat, tell me about your friends."
"My friends.." That word was so weird coming out of his mouth. "I…get along with my classmates well enough..but I don't think I could call them my friends..at least not yet. Except…except maybe Su…Iruma."
"I'm glad you have someone to look after you, Shoto." And now he felt awkward. The letter in his pocket burned. He couldn't ask her.
"It's been lovely seeing you, I have a project to work on and-" He was cut off as the door opened, his sister standing inside.
"Shoto I … didn't think you'd come." She spoke awkwardly. It gave the room a cold atmosphere.
"Yeah, I've…been trying to come more often since the sports festival." Come to think of it, he barely talked to Fuyumi either, and he didn't know a single thing about Natsu other than his hatred for Endeavor, which admittedly gave them something to bond over.
"That's good, we should hang out sometime. Maybe this weekend." No, he needed to write the letter, so-as he stood up the letter dropped out of his pocket. "What's this?" And of course, Fumi picked it up.
"Please don't.." He groaned, already knowing it was too late. Unless he quickly burned it, but that wouldn't be a good thing to do in front of his emotionally unstable mother.
"Parent's Day is coming up?" The moment those words came out of her mouth the room grew tense. They could both see their mother flinch. Fumi looked down at the letter, then at their mom. "Why don't I take him, sibling bonding?"
"No, please don't, you still have your own job and responsibilities to cover." Take the out, take the out, take the damn out!
"One day off won't hurt me, Shoto. I'd be more than happy to."
Great, he was stuck in an awkward situation that would never end. "At the rate today is going, I half suspect Natsu to walk through the door now." He groaned, looking at the thing. The door opened to reveal someone he should have expected, but was somehow more surprising. "Iruma?"
"Suzuki?" He turned to his mother with wide eyes. "More flowers?" Now that he looked there were flowers in his hands. And he was wearing a hospital garb. Did he work here!?
"Yep, every week. Your husband must have a lot of money." His father was still sending flowers … "Hey Shoto, so you know Rei too?"
"We're all family." Fumi explained, as he was still in the middle of processing this series of reveals.
"That's nice. From what Shoto told me you guys may have had it bad, but you all look so happy here." The boy placed the flowers on the desk. They looked happy? Even in this awkward situation? "Oh Shoto, can you help me?"
"Sure…with what exactly?"
"One of the nurses got sick and I need to replace her daily duties." He explained, looking down. "Right now I'm supposed to be giving Rei something I never heard of. A sponge bath?" AND THAT WAS THE LAST FUCKING STRAW!
"Iruma, please exit the hospital. I'm going to burn down half of it."
"Okay!" He felt bad abusing the please option, but it was for the greater good.