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At the beginning of the year, after Sports Festival time.
It's like seeing a ghost.
TW: Mild mentions of blood and gore
Class for the day ended. Finally. The last of the problem children were leaving the room. Yamada and Aizawa were both talking in the front of the room when they overheard a quote all too familiar.
"Imagine how cool it would be if we could run a hero agency together! If someone messed up the others would have their back!" Kirishima said to Denki and Bakugou as they were leaving the room.
Hizashi and Aizawa stopped right in their conversation. By now, the three had left the room.
"He reminds me of..." Yamada said, trailing off at the end, the tension in the room suddenly rose. Aizawa felt the need to say something.
"Yeah, he really does." Aizawa agreed, looking away from Hizashi to avoid adding more tension to the room. "To be honest, their whole trio does."
"I'm imagining younger you with spiky hair and anger issues. Fits." Yamada laughed, trying to ease the tension in the room. He earned a light chuckle from Aizawa.
"Younger you and Kaminari, the same person. No one can convince me otherwise." Aizawa added on, realizing who would be Kirishima then. The tension rose quickly after that. Fortunately, Yamada decided it was time for him to take his leave and go run some errands.
It was evening. Normally, grocery shopping didn't take more than an hour but Yamada had a feeling that after that awkward encounter with his husband, it would be best to spend some time apart. Currently, it was 7:30 PM. Yamada was getting off the subway train but then he heard another quote, all too familiar.
"We need to get in quick! The rest of the squad is waiting for us! Come on!!" Kirishima yelled to Bakugou and Kaminari. As soon as the three got in, the doors shut and the train started moving away. Hizashi was just staring at the spot the three got in.
God.
His heart ached.
He reached the apartment. A three-bedroom, but only one room was taken up. Oboro, Shouta, and he had been saving up to live here since they became friends. Of course, they planned they'd all sleep in separate rooms and all three would be taken up, but that wasn't the case. He opened the door to find Aizawa with Hitoshi, sitting at the dinner table, the kid had a mostly-eaten bowl of pineapple, the fruit that Aizawa hated with every fiber in his body.
That's why he told him to get it.
He and Aizawa shared a look; they needed to talk.
"That's enough for today, Hitoshi," Aizawa said looking at the student. "You can come back tomorrow if you like, you're always welcome here, just let me know."
The kid looked shocked at the last words that came out of his mouth but gave a sincere thanks and left.
"You hate pineapple," Yamada smirked. "You really like this kid."
He put down the grocery bags on the kitchen countertop and went to go sit with Aizawa at the dinner table.
"So, what happened," Aizawa asked folding his arms. "You looked like you saw a ghost when you came in."
"Might as well have," Yamada muttered.
"Oh," Aizawa replied.
Days went on. The more and more similarities they saw.
The more painful it was.
MILD BLOOD AND GORE IN THE NEXT PARAGRAPH
One day, Aizawa and Yamada were showing them a mandatory, high-end lesson that even the teachers couldn't watch before showing it to their students because it was so violent and gruesome the teachers would even get shocked and one specific news clip decided to show up. The two instantly stared at the screen in horror as their students looked at it in shock. The photo was a blue-haired, blue-eyed, U.A hero in training's head crushed. Red surrounded him. Him and the concrete were as red as Kirishima's hair.
BLOOD AND GORE ENDED.
Aizawa and Yamada paused the clip, breathing heavily. Tears were whelming up in both of their eyes. It had to take maximum strength to hold them back but of course, Kirishima, the spitting image of the guy in personality, and if you inverted the colors, made Kirishima's hair a bit different, looks too, had to say something positive and encouraging.
"That won't happen to any of us! As long as we have each other's back we'll be fine!" Kirishima yelled in a positive manner, then turned to look at Aizawa.
"Right Sensei?"
Tears.
The room went silent, the only thing that was heard was the two teachers' sobs. Kirishima's face embodied instant guilt.
"I-I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-" Kirishima started apologizing but got cut off by Aizawa.
"Class is over," Aizawa announced, cutting Kirishima off, half sobbing.
"It's not your fault kid," Yamada told him, also through sobs. "You're just so much like him."
Aizawa grabbed Yamada's hand as he started walking out, signaling that they should leave.
The duo, which once upon a time, a trio, walked out of the room, hand in hand, tears still pouring down their cheeks.
The class just stayed at their places, in complete shock.
"What did I do?" Kirishima muttered, "Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid!" He continued, tugging on his hair. Bakugou placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Stop doing that, Present Mic said it wasn't your fault."
"We should all go to our dorms," Iida said getting up, Momo following.
One by one, the students started leaving, till it was only the Bakusquad left in the classroom.
"I'll give them some space and then go apologize," Kirishima said, still engulfed by guilt.
"We should all probably go to our dorms now," Jirou said.
"It wasn't your fault, Kirishima," Sero said trying to comfort his friend.
"Yeah, Present Mic said so," Mina added on.
"It's okay, Kiribro," Denki said trying to also comfort hs friend.
"Let's go back to the dorms like Jirou said," was the only thing Kirishima said. Like that, the classroom was empty.
Present Mic opened the door once again, but this time the first things he saw were their cats, looking at them with concerned faces. The two flopped on the couch, their faces were smashed together so closely that could feel the other person's tears.
"Out of all people, why'd it have to be him!" Aizawa cried, the cats moving to sit under the couch. "He was so full of life!"
"I know, it's not fair," Yamada muttered angrily.
God, the amount he wished that villain was suffering-
It should have been the three of them here, watching movies and playing board games. Instead, it was two of them, crying on their couch.
"It's been years, why can't we get over him?" Aizawa cried out.
"I... don't know..." Yamada answered sadly.
Just then the doorbell rang. Both of the men got up to open the door, it was Shinsou who was carrying a box of cat macarons, pineapple, and these chips that Yamada liked.
"I heard about what happened today, I just wanted to come by and give you these," Shinsou mumbled and handed Aizawa the box. "I'll be out of your hair now, I hope you feel better..."
"Thanks, kid, you can always come to us for anything, we're here for you too," Aizawa said, giving a small actual smile.
"Yeah, kiddo," Yamada agreed.
Shinsous eyes sparkled for a second but that sparkle soon left, he gave a small smile almost exactly replicating Aizawa.
"I should get back now," Shinsou explained, they waved goodbye and the door shut.
"Can we adopt him?" Yamada said, only half-joking.
"I've actually been thinking about something like that, I haven't gotten him to tell me much about his current and past foster families, but they don't seem ideal..." Aizawa revealed, "We'd have to see if he'd want that too."
"Yeah, poor kid-" Yamada agreed but got cut off by the doorbell again.
This time it was Kirishima, as soon as they opened the door he started going on an apology tangent.
"I AM SO SO SORRY FOR MAKING YOU GUYS CRY. I SHOULDN'T HAVE SAID ANYTHING, I'M SO SOR-"
"Woah! Calm down," Present Mic interrupted, "It's not your fault, you just act remind us so much of him!"
"Of the blue-haired guy?"
"Yeah, he was our best friend, we were actually with him at the place when he... passed on," Aizawa added on, "To be honest we kind of have been seeing teenage selves in you, Kaminari, and Bakugou, and the rest of the class, but mainly you guys."
"That's so manly!" Kirishima cried out. The two shared a look trying not to laugh at his sweetness.
"I also got you guys some pineapple, Hitoshi said you guys like it," Kirishima said, pulling out a box of a lot of pineapples.
"Thanks..." Aizawa said, looking at the box.
Kirishima decides he should leave and the two went back in.
"I think we're going to be having a lot of pineapple in our home," Yamada said, getting out two forks and handing one to Aizawa.
"This isn't half bad," Aizawa said, putting the pieces in his mouth.
"Is it not because Hitoshi and Kirishima gave it to you," Yamada smirked.
"Shut up..."
The blonde of the duo laughed, what was supposed to be a trio was a duo. He's gone. Now, they only have each other.
Listen to Hey, Hey, Hey lover...(Sped Up song) ON LOOP
I'm also going to post this on Wattpad
The heroes were sitting at an interview. It was finally nearing the end, much to Bakugous pleasure.
"So, now that we've talked about all of your hero stuff, what about your love life?" The interview woman asked.
"Uh," Kirishima said, giving a goofy smile and a pink-ish face while sharing a look with Bakugou, who had an even pinker face.
"Is there a special lady in your lives?" The blonde interview lady asked them both, specifically looking at Bakugou.
"Well, no, there's not really a lady in either of our lives," Bakugou said, him and Kirishima sharing an amused look.
"Oh? I'm surprised! You both are such handsome men! I'm sure you'll find amazing women!" The blonde woman perked up, clearly happy.
"How do you know if we're looking into dating a girl?" Bakugou replied, smirking. The woman suddenly looked dejected.
"I guess that makes sense, since you're so busy with hero work and working your working your way up to the top, but would both of your ideal lovers be?" The interviewer asked, clearly not getting the hint.
"Well, I'd like an angry blonde, who has spiky hair, red eyes, who can cook amazingly, and kinda resembles a pomeranian!" Kirishima replied, looking at Bakugou with loving, but amused eyes.
"I'd like a lover with red dumb hair, red eyes, overly positive, and had an emo phase in middle school," Bakugou announced, leaving Kirishima shocked at the mention of his emo phase. "In fact, I'd want to marry them!" Bakugou announced even louder, before anyone got the chance, he grabbed Kirishima's face and kissed him, ferociously, on the lips.
A "Woah" was the only thing that escaped Kirishima's lips.
"Come on Dumb Hair, let's ditch this interview." Bakugou laughed, smiling. The spiky-haired blonde then bridal style picked up the shocked red hair and ran out of the filming station.
A "Stop the live, cut the cameras!" was the only thing the two heard, leaving the studio at Iida speed.
"Did we really just do that?" Kirishima asked when Bakugou slowed down, after they left the doors of the studio, appalled that they did that.
"Heck yeah, we did!" Bakugou said, grinning, ear to ear, they were both getting drenched by the rain, but honestly, couldn't care less.
Their phones, in their pockets, were ringing nonstop, some calls were from their friends, family, or other television stations, wanting to know if they could come on for an interview.
"We're going to get so much publicity!" Kirishima laughed, "Don't really know if I care though!"
"I don't either! Come on, let's go Dumb Hair!" Bakugou replied, sprinting off, Kirishima still in his arms, his shoes squeaking against the wet road.
The two went off to do various fun activities, even though it was pouring down on them, pictures were being clicked, and they were getting mobbed by people, they still had the best time they've had in ages. They ran around the city, like children. They were soaked, however, very happy. The two went shopping, to the park, and tried out various foods that were definitely, not in their hero diets. After the eventful day, the two were sprawled across the grass staring at clouds, rain dropping on their faces, blurring their vision.
"Kats?" Kirishima asked turning his head to his boyfriend, who he was holding hands with.
"Yeah?" Bakugou asked, turning his head towards Kirishima.
"I love you." Kirishima smiled, "I don't ever want to leave you."
"I love you too, Dumb Hair. I don't care what anyone thinks, I'm spending the rest of my life with you, and that's final!" Bakugou grinned, rolling over to Kirishima, being greeted in his embrace. The much-in-love boys stared at the clouds with dumb grins while embracing each other on the grassy ground.
Quirk: I can grow strings out of my body, they can turn into animals and create a small army of string animals. They can only attack when within a one-mile radius. They can also be used as a lasso.
Looks: Desi, brown skin, curly hair/w ringlets, brown-looks black eyes, curvy figure
Hero Outfit: Pink corset, black skirt(mid-thigh), white boots, hair in a ponytail
Civilian: White shirt, pink skirt, white sneakers, hair let down, gold necklace, heart ring
Student: U.A girls uniform, white sneakers, hair let down, hairband
Hero Name: Lady Lasso
Friends: The class 1-A girls, Kirishima, Kendo,
Love Intrest: Maybe Momo in the future?
Mid-term ranking: 6(I got all A's, most A+'s on my last grade report)
