My Hero Oneshots

Past Mistakes

A/N Well here's to hoping that I don't piss any of you off. It's pretty platonic but still sweet in some ways. 🤷

I was setting off mini explosions in my hand outside the classroom. I was starting to get irritated but my squad was excited because it was announced that something was about to happen, not that any of them knew what or anything. I can't help rolling my eyes but at the same time most of our class was drifting throughout the classroom so it's not like I would get any more peace at my desk than I'm getting now.

I heard a yelp and All Might calling out for someone to stop down the hall, making all of us stop and look up only to see a green haired boy running towards us in a middle school uniform. My eyes widened in shock and one of my explosions popped much larger than I intended.

The green haired boy looked up, his eyes sparkling as tears streamed down his face but he ran for me, I lifted my arms just in time for him to tackle me and latch on tight. His eyes closed tight and I looked up to see some class B extras running towards us.

"Get behind me," I whispered and he nodded sliding himself around me, his arms still holding on tight. I didn't care that my squad was shocked into silence, the fact of the matter is someone made my Nerd cry. It was time for me to pay them back for that.

"Which one of you fucking extras did this?" I hissed as they came skidding to a stop in front of me, I couldn't help the murderous rage coursing through me. Someone made Deku cry. Not even that they managed to make him younger, he had to be the age that I was his worst nightmare and yet he still came running to ME for help? I will make them pay. I will make them regret ever being born.

The two nobodies in front of me stuttered and were now backing up but oh no. That isn't going to fly. I grabbed them each by the collar of their shirts and slammed them down on the ground.

"Did I say you could fucking leave?" I demanded but they couldn't stop stuttering over themselves.

"That boy doesn't belong here!" I looked up to see the Copy Cat Bastard walking over relaxed, I let the extras on the ground go. The feeling of my quirk sizzling in my hands was only growing stronger as I glared at the bastard.

"Deku is allowed to be here any fucking time he wants." I glared at him and he paused for a second before chuckling like the fucking villain that he is.

"So that's Deku? Was poor little Midoriya hit with yet another quirk?" He asked laughing and I felt Deku's hands clench my shirt tighter.

"He did it," he whispered and I nodded before gently taking him off of me and putting him behind Kiri. I watched as he nodded, understanding and he grabbed a handful of Kiri's shirt hiding behind him now.

"Copycat," I said, popping my neck and loosening my shoulders as I took a step towards him and the extra took a step back. "When did I say you could come to class A?" I asked completely serious and he gave me a confused look before I threw an explosive punch at him and before long he and his goons were running away.

"Fucking extras," I grumbled before yelling, "Cowards!" I turned back to see Kiri using his hardening to try and calm Deku down but it wasn't helping. Not really.

I walked over and put a hand on his head, "So are you going to tell me how this happened?" I watched him look up, his eyes still full of tears but he let go of Kiri and lunged at me, taking me by surprise. He was muttering a million miles a minute and I could catch some of it but none of it made much sense at all. Bottom line, he was walking to class, our old middle school class, and he blinked. The next thing he knew those "people" were chasing him.

I let him cry it out, one arm around his shoulders while my other hand played with his hair. He sobbed leaving a huge wet stain on my uniform but I could really care less at the moment. Our teacher Aizawa Sensei walked up and when he finally figured out the gist of it, that Copy Cat bastard is going to fucking pay, he ushered us all back into the classroom. On the upside, I'm not going to get detention for "fighting" in the school halls.