By the time Izuku manages to get to the hospital where Iida is situated at, visiting hours have closed. Deciding to cut his losses, he'd dialled up Tensei instead.
Turns out the man was at a bar nearby, a rarity; especially since he had a knack for avoiding drinks with his subordinates.
Izuku could understand though, social pressure and needing a drink were completely different things.
As he enters the establishment the smell of beer hits his nose first, with some pop song playing in the background and a handful of people eating at the tables.
He spotted a man sitting on a stool, with a wheelchair on standby who he identified as Tensei.
Izuku takes off his trench coat, setting it on a stool beside him, unbuttons his jacket as he occupies the seat next to the man.
"Izuku?" The man said, his voice solid.
Either he was just getting started or hadn't had too much to drink.
"In the flesh. How's the boy?" Izuku calls the bartender, "Whiskey, top shelf." The worker nods.
"I didn't know you drank. And whiskey?" The man asks, raising a brow.
"Mom used to swear by it. I'm trying to see what she liked."
"Back to my question."
Tensei's face twisted with an emotion Izuku couldn't quite place, "He's fine, an idiot for sure- but fine." The man sighed.
"I heard you took him out," Tensei asks.
"I heard he took you out." Izuku asks in return.
Tensei laughed mirthlessly, "That he did." He sips his cocktail.
"Mind if I asked how?"
"Does it matter?"
"Humor me?" The bartender hands Izuku his glass.
A long sigh escapes Tensei's lips, "We were engaged for a while, he found a chink in my armour stabbed it and paralyzed me. After that, he said something about mercy and stabbed me in the lower back." He takes a breath in.
"Now I can't use my legs." He hissed bitterly.
"One mistake." He grits his teeth, "One fucking mistake and years of building up my career just-"
"Fuck." He finished his drink.
Izuku watched with care, and according to Tenya, his brother was coping well- 'Thinking of retiring' was what he'd said.
No shot that was easy.
"So? How'd you take him out?"
Izuku takes a sip, savouring the taste, or tries to at least."I had more experience with the blade than he has with his life."
"You just overpowered him?"
"Same way I broke your leg that day." Izuku says.
"I'd prefer them broken than unusable." The man said.
This is a far cry from the reliable man Izuku knew. Which was a matter of course, the man was grieving the loss of his limbs and his career.
Izuku's utility belt hisses, the pressure lock letting go of the vials.
"How about healed?" He says, offering a vial of Dragon's blood.
Tensei looks at him, incredulously, "I don't remember you being a lightweight." He scoffs.
"Your memory holds. You should also remember me being able to regenerate."
"The title of Ingenium belongs to you still, Tensei. Your brother is far from ready to even become a hero, forget taking up your legacy." He says, placing a hand on his shoulder.
______________________________________
YOU ARE READING
Midoriya of the Dragon's Blood
Fanfiction"Oh shinobi, open your eyes." These are the words a small child named Izuku remembers from his extremely vivid dream. He was wounded and hungry, which shouldn't be possible since it was just a dream, right? Follow this story as a child finds his spo...
