It was a normal day in Musutafu and Tsukauchi wanted to alleviate his sufferings.
That day the show had been quite catastrophic for him, between Izuku throwing him at Gentle and the latter making him bounce back with one of his elastic walls Tsukauchi felt the same way a tennis ball would feel at the end of a match.
"If I can't get Mirio to train with the mime I won't survive."
And so after the show he made the two meet.
"Izuku I want you to meet someone." the mime lifted a sign with a question mark on it.
"He's a second year at UA and he would like to spar with you."
"When would the sparring be?" was written on the sign this time.
"Sunday." said Tsukauchi smirking.
"Nope, lol, my show is more important." Tsukauchi was growing tired of those signs, he thought about giving the boy a small whiteboard.
"What about Saturday?"
"I'm okay with that." Izuku lifted the last sign, he put his bag on his back a started walking away.
"Goodbye Detective T. Tell my new sparring partner to call me when possible."
"Yes, I'm saved! No, wait, I scheduled the sparring on Saturday, I'm a dumbass."
That evening Izuku heard his phone ringing and saw an unknown number.
"Hello?"
"HI, I'm Mirio, Tsukauchi told me about you. Are you free this Saturday? 3 PM at Dagobah beach? Your name is Izuku right?"
"mmm Yes?" Izuku answered only the last question, he was going to answer the others as well but he wasn't given the time to do so.
"Perfect, I'll see you there. Any request?"
"Can I bring my friend? Can you bring someone to avoid her being alone?"
"Sure. Sorry for the amount of questions, man Nejire is rubbing her character on me."
"Ok, bye." "Nejire?"
"Byeeee."
"well he was, energetic I must say, let's prepare for Saturday."
10 minutes after Izuku was in front of the Bakugou household, his hands at the sides of his mouth like he was trying to scream, if not for the fact he was a mime.
Mitsuki saw the boy from a window and decided to wait until he recognized what he was doing.
"Strange I've been screaming for 5 minutes and nobody said anything... wait, said? Oh, boy, I need to put my vocal chords in motion."
He went to the door and knocked on it, Mitsuki was already there and started to open it, only for Izuku to scream on her face "Aunt Mitsukiiiiiii!" "Holy crap Izu, you have quite the powerful voice, I wonder who you take from." and they both knew who was at fault.
"What the fuck do you want nerd? WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU SCREAMING?"
"Talk about the devil..." thought Mitsuki.
"I'M NOT SCREAMING."
"YES, YOU ARE, CALM DOWN."
"I'M CALM."
"OK THEN, I'M CALM TOO."
"MITSUKI YOU AREN'T CALM."
"SHUT UP MILF."
"Mituki what did I tell you about calling me milf?"
"To do it only when there are good looking young men?"
YOU ARE READING
The Heroic Mime
FanfictionA quirked Izuku that wants to make people smile, an always angry childhood friend that maybe feels something more deep down. No One for All Izuku, quirked Izuku, Fem Katsuki. Story made and owned by Darth Quantistic on Fanfiction.net