You're Like Me (TodoDeku)

10

Izuku lays on his bed, bored out of his mind as he tosses a ball towards the ceiling. He was grounded for a month after he told his parents he'd been sneaking out, and he had to watch them install security cameras on the fire escape and by the front door to the apartment.

The new security system wasn't just to keep Izuku from leaving when he wasn't supposed to. Since he was grounded and Aizawa and Hizashi went back to teach, he was home alone more often.

For an entire month Izuku wasn't allowed to go anywhere but school and therapy. He came home right after school and went to his room to study until one of his dads came home and checked that his homework was done (though it had never been a problem). One perk about being grounded and being home alone was Hizashi had finally agreed to get him a phone.

He spent most of his time studying and strength training, but when he finished all that he would text Kacchan and Mirio.

Mirio had told him that tossing a ball would improve his hand eye coordination, and in the most respectful way possible Izuku thought he was full of shit. He did it anyway, it tended to keep his mind occupied for a little while, though after training hard all summer he couldn't help but feel as if he was slacking off.

He looked forward to his quirk therapy because that meant he could see Mirio who had agreed to be a guinea pig to a certain extent. He hadn't gotten very far, but Nezu wanted to take it slow which annoyed him.

Izuku had more ideas about how he could use his quirk. He wanted to see if he could take an injury from one person and give it to another, or if he could change the position of them on someone's body (a bruise to the leg to the stomach instead). More than anything, he wanted to see if he could possibly just transfer the injuries to inanimate objects.

He goes into the living room and turns on the TV, watching hero's ultimate fights on YouTube. He finds one of Lock Rock, and decides to try to replicate some of his moves.

He pushes the coffee table against the wall and rewinds the video, playing it step by step. He does it again and copies the moves slowly. Izuku lays with his back on the ground. He plays and pauses it again quickly, engaging his core to lift his legs off the ground and curl them towards his face.

He sends it and promptly knees himself in the face. He sits up and watches the video again, learning things with each mistake he makes. He hits himself in the face, lands directly on his back or his butt, and even just miss landing it and somersaulting forwards multiple times only landing correctly once.

Knowing it's possible, he tries even more, and it's when his legs completely buckle under him and he does a somersault straight into the shelf with pictures and books on it when the front door opens.

Izukus legs are entirely up against the wall when his face pops between them to smile at Aizawa who just sighs and disables the security system. Izuku scrambles to his feet to greet his dad but before he gets the chance Aizawa tells him to get his shoes.

"What?" Izuku asks. Even when he wasn't  grounded he was supposed to be in the house getting ready for dinner at this time.

"Go grab your shoes, I don't want you practicing in the house."

In a matter of seconds he's pulling his shoes onto his feet, basically jumping out the door to follow his dad. They go into the backyard of the apartment building where Aizawa takes a seat on the steps and pulls a book from his bag, "Run until your tired."

Izuku tilted his head and looked at the yard. The grass was trimmed and it was kind of nice but it was only about a hundred meters on each side, "Go?" Aizawa says annoyed.

So Izuku starts to run, half wondering if he's just doing this so he'd want to go to bed earlier which means his dad can go to bed earlier. That wasn't going to happen, the boy thought to himself, their show was on tonight.

So he ran around the square yard, watching as his dad slowly make progress in his book. He doesn't even see the man look up when he says, "If that's as fast as you can go, we have a lot more work than I thought."

Izuku narrows his eyes, taking it as a challenge. He runs faster, his breath beginning to struggle. He learns quickly to plant his outside foot for corners to get a better push off when he turns. He makes it twice around the yard before he starts struggling and slows down for a length before his dad calls out, " Tired already, Izuku?"

Izuku grimaces, too out of breath to respond but pushes harder. He's not as fast as in the beginning, but he manages to get a few more laps at this pace before his chest feels too tight to move.

He falls to his knees before he gets to the stretch his dads on, gasping for breath. He tries to keep his head up but ends up with his entire chest slouched into the ground. He doesn't even notice his dad had gotten up until his shoes are in front of him, "Get up, Izuku. Do a few more laps."

Izuku shakes his head, both his legs and chest on fire, "I, I can't."

The hero crosses his arms, looking down at his son, "Get up and do a few more laps," the boy doesn't even attempt to move, "Now, Izuku," he snaps.

He struggles to get up, his knees threatening to buckle. He looks at his dad who doesn't say another word, only motions with his hand to continue forward. His muscles cramp as he starts with a jog, still heaving for breath. He knows he has to move faster, so he thinks of the breakdown of each movement from every part of his legs to try and ignore the pain.

He's not very fast, but he manages to run it three more times before Aizawa stops him and says, "You get thirty seconds once I'm done speaking." Izuku nods, his hands on his knees as he tries to breathe, "After those thirty seconds, you will sprint this one more time as fast as you can. If I sense you holding back, you will get fifteen seconds before you do another, so on and so forth." Aizawa puts his hand in his sons hair, "Your time starts now."

He pulls his phone out and begins the timer, going back to his place on the stairs. Izuku focuses on his breath, trying to at least steady it before he has to begin again.

Aizawa starts the countdown from ten and Izuku quickly looks up, unable to believe how quickly that time had passed. When he gets to five, Izuku readies himself. He doesn't know if he'd be able to do another lap if he couldn't finish it here.

He runs as fast as he possibly can.

Izuku storms into the apartment and slams the door shut to his bedroom, trusting his dad would be the one to disarm the security system. Hizashi stands in the kitchen, preparing dinner when his husband comes in after. He raises his eyebrows and Aizawa sighs, "Training."

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Hizashi had to drag Izuku to the dinner table, as the boy had been sprawled on his bedroom floor knocked out. The entire time he just glares at Aizawa.

Finally when the table falls to silence after Hizashis questions about school, Aizawa speaks, "Izuku-"

"That sucked!"

The man narrows his eyes, "Yeah, it's supposed to suck." Izuku doesn't respond, poking angrily into his green beans withe his fork, "Fancy moves and tricks need endurance and stamina. You want to be a hero, that's what it's going to take."

"Heroes don't have to run miles during a fight!"

"No," Aizawa agrees, "But heroes take hits and blows during a fight. They get tired, but the successful heroes fight through that exhaustion. The longer they can go without feeling the intensity of the strain of battle, the more likely it is they'll have what it takes to come out on top."

Hizashi watches the two, a little amused. He still didn't like the thought of Izuku becoming a hero, but his husband had been right. The best way to protect him was by being his teacher and giving him the best advice possible to win a fight. Izuku doesn't respond, though his fuming has simmered a tad, "Izuku, if you want to know why you're doing something, you ask. Whether you like it or not we will be apart of your training, so you need to understand that we have your best interests in mind."

Izuku still doesn't respond, shoving more food into his mouth at Hizashis words. The man suppresses an eyeroll, "Do you understand?"

The boy fixes his eyes on the plate in front of him before muttering, "Yeah, yeah, Papa. I get it."