The Heroic Mime

Chapter 8

It was not a normal day for our favourite quirked society, it was sunday!

So in the end yes, it was a normal day.

Outside of the Kiyashi Ward shopping mall a certain boy was setting up his show.

It was his first public exhibition, if he didn't consider the one at the entrance ceremony and the quirk demonstration for the public quirk usage license but he was too nervous to care.

"Face paint." he threw his hands in his bag

"Check. Next one; costume." he threw his hands in the bag again

"No, no, no where is my costume..." he muttered

"You know you're wearing it right?" Tsukauchi deadpanned.

Now a lot of people might ask, why would Tsukauchi be there?

It certainly wasn't because he wanted to escape from All Might questioning Tsukauchi over the hero's life choices, hell the detective nearly convinced the symbol of peace to start dating someone just so that poor lady would lift the weight from Tsukaichi's shoulders, and he discovered it the hard way, a 2.2 metres tall man, even if similar to a skeleton, wasn't exactly a feather. (y'all know where I'm going with this)

"I'm here to check on you and make sure you don't cause trouble."

"Isn't it to escape from that tall blonde man that asks you how he should live his life?"

"Yes, it is... wait no, I shouldn't have said that. How do you even know?"

"I mean I saw that blonde man with you once at the cafè in the Coruscant ward mall, do you remember? I even said hi to the both of you. Mr Yagi he was called if I remember well. Let me tell you I never saw anyone facepalm as hard and as often as you did in that single conversation than in my whole life."

"Oh believe when I say that that was just the tip of the iceberg, my wife said I should work more to avoid getting too much stress."

"Who could blame him, you're the perfect reliable man, if I will ever have a problem of some sort you would be the first person I would ask help from."

"Please don't, I don't plan on being a hero counselor."

"Wait I never told I wanted to be a hero... oh well nevermind you probably guessed from the fact that the majority of the people in my generation just want to be heroes."

"Y-yes indeed, I totally guessed." he had started sweating profusely when izuku started talking but now he calmed down "I'm just happy that Aizawa has expelled half of his class so he comes to me to complain about them a lot less." .

If only he knew how many times Aizawa would visit him in two years, with Izuku being one of the major causes of those complaints.

"Anyway, are you ready for the show?"

"Yes, I am, I just need an helper...." he glanced at Tsukauchi that started to sweat.

"Please tell me you don't mean what I think you meant."

"Oh you know exactly what I meant...."

"Please no, I have a wife and kids, I have a job. I have an image."

"Oh don't worry, the only thing that will be killed is the last one." said Izuku approaching him with face paint in his hands.

"You're even dressed in black and white, you're perfect."

"I need to ask Makoto1 to buy me just pink clothes from today on."

If he knew about a certain bet involving that colour...