Inheritance: A My Hero Academia AU

Izuku Midoriya

Turns out, the crash that Kacchan and I heard was from when a table broke because of how many people had been dancing on it. I had severely underestimated how much spoiled rich people loved to party.

Everyone was having far too much fun to notice me, let alone the bruises on my face from my fight with Kacchan. I spotted Todoroki talking to a familiar white haired man, and I walked over to them.

They seemed to be having a very serious conversation. Todoroki had a dark expression on his face.

"Midoriya," Todoroki said when he spotted me, his eyes widening as he took in my swollen, bruised face.

"I'll explain later," I said. I turned to Natsuo. "Glad you could make it, Mr. Todoroki."

"I'm glad too," Natsuo said. "I'll never pass up a good party."

"Seems like no one will," I said, gesturing to our surroundings.

Natsuo laughed. "Not on this island, they won't."

"Natsuo Todoroki! Get your butt over here!" someone called over the din of the party.

"Well, that's my cue," Natsuo said. "Nice seeing you again, Midoriya."

"You too."

Natsuo walked away, leaving Todoroki and I alone.

"So what happened to your face?" Todoroki asked me. "Did you get into a fight?"

I nodded. "Kacchan and I were finally able to work out a few of our issues."

Todoroki raised an eyebrow. "With your fists? How masculine."

"We used some words too," I said. "This party was a really good idea, by the way. It seems like everyone's having fun."

Darkness clouded Todoroki's expression again. "It's getting late. I should be going."

My brow furrowed in confusion. "It's barely past ten."

Todoroki shrugged. "I have a big pitch tomorrow at work. I want to make sure I get a good night's sleep."

"Okay," I said slowly, still confused. "But tomorrow's..." Todoroki had already disappeared into the crowd. "...Sunday."

I sighed, wondering what was wrong with Todoroki. I'll ask him about it tomorrow, I thought as I made my way towards the bar.

"Deku!" a warm, feminine voice called to me.

My stomach clenched, remembering the night I'd spent drunkenly ranting to Todoroki about my problems with that girl. I didn't turn around, but Uraraka came to me.

"What happened to your face?" she asked.

"I got in a fight," I said simply.

Uraraka gasped. "With who?"

"Kacchan," I said, starting to walk away.

"Hey," Uraraka said, chasing after me. "We need to get you cleaned up and stop the swelling. Let me help."

"I've got it," I snapped, not in the mood to talk to her.

"Deku." Uraraka grabbed my arm, and I turned around to face her. "I don't know why you're mad at me, but at least help your face not look like a rotten, lumpy piece of fruit tomorrow morning."

"That's a strange analogy," I said, struggling not to smile.

"Well, it's what your face will look like if we don't get ice on it right away," she said. "Come on."

Uraraka grabbed my hand and began dragging me in the direction of the kitchen.

It was quiet and empty, since most of my staff was upstairs, helping with the raucous party. Uraraka tugged me over to the counter and pulled up a stool.