Boku No Hero Academia

“The scar is from where Mum poured boiling water over my face,” Shouto said in the middle of the night. “Psychotic break. He did it to her. Then he locked her up in a hospital.

“Touya was always angry in the end. He fought back. I don’t know if he or Touya’s own quirk killed him.”

“Fuyumi just broke. She would do anything to avoid his anger.”

“Natsuo ran away.”

Midoriya held him, crying all the tears that Shouto couldn’t.

“My family is a disaster,” Shouto whispered. “Without you, that would have been me, too.

“You are my Hero, Izuku.”

Pop!

Centipeder poured the champagne. Five hands rose in a toast.

Toshinori had accepted the invitation out of politeness… and because Naomasa threatened Intervention.

“…you know… Sir was the worst drunk…” Lemillion sniffled and loudly blew his nose.

“Weepy and clingy,” added Centipeder, although he didn’t seem to mind Bubble Girl draping herself over his carapace.

Izuku-kun just kept crying into his glass.

It was children’s champagne, in deference to Lemillion and Izuku-kun’s youth, and Toshinori’s health concerns.

Bubble Girl burped. A rainbow-coloured bubble gently rose to the ceiling.

The entire group burst into laughter.

Mirai would have loved that.

Gran Torino arrived halfway through 1-A’s Foundational Heroics class with a whoosh and a bang. “Look alive, you zygotes!”

Toshinori shuddered. Momentarily forgetting that he was the teacher here, he tried to disappear.

“What did you call me, you decrepit dwarf?!”

“What a mad banquet of darkness.”

“Hi, Gran-sensei!” Izuku-kun waved cheerfully.

“At least he’s not calling me a zygote anymore,” muttered Toshinori.

Gran kicked him. “Shut up and look alive, toddler.”

Toshinori, the Number One Hero with decades of experience, flashed back to when he was a student at U.A.

And looked alive as best as he could.

Shouto had connected the dots...

“Izuku. Are you All Might’s lovechild?”

Izuku sputtered, coughed, turned as red as a strawberry, and waved his hands in front of his face. “N-no! Of course I’m not All Might’s-” He keened. “Why would you even ask that?!”

He was protesting too hard.

Bakugou rolled his eyes. “As if All Might would father a useless Deku!”

“But,” Uraraka said hesitantly, “it makes sense. Your quirks are really similar…?”

“Midoriya-kun!” demanded Iida. “Are you All Might’s son?!”

“Yeah, Mido!” added Ashido. “Are you?”

“I… I’m really not?” Izuku tried to claim.

…Shouto had connected them.

Shouta preferred not to deal with Zashi’s disappointed looks, but sometimes needs must.

“Shou-chan, you are aware that you are not, in fact, a cat… right?!”

It was Shouta’s lifelong regret. But he got as close as he could; he had landed just fine.

“You jumped out of the teachers’ lounge window!”

“It was an emergency.”

“Headfirst!”

“Emergency.”

Zashi sighed. “Nemuri giving you sex tips again, or Nezu-sensei after you with paperwork?”

Shouta ducked his head deeper into his capture weapon. “All Might started crying on me.”

At least Zashi stopped looking disappointed, now that he was too busy laughing.