She's the Man

Rivals Reunited

She and her brother would have to submit to testing and experiments with new products, but Izumi thought it was a fair trade for the right to use Mavis’ work. The body shaper he’d given her was the perfect tool to use for her disguise, and it was surprisingly light, like an undershirt. She slipped it on under her clothes, and waited until she was far enough away from the house before activating it.  

She left bright and early to take the train and made sure to leave a note for her grandfather telling him she was out with friends and would return by dark. She managed to keep her haircut a secret by wearing hats, hoods, and bandanas, but something told her he already knew. Grandpa Torino had always been one step ahead of them no matter the circumstances. 

It had been a long time since she’d seen her hometown. She pressed her face to the glass of the train window and sighed sadly. She would have to stop by the cemetery and leave flowers for her mother before leaving the area. Maybe even visit the apartment grounds, just to reminisce, and privately grieve a little. 

Pushing depressing images out of her mind she concentrated on the task at hand. After exiting the train she quickly walked the mile to the school, and stood in front of the gates with wide appreciative eyes. The place was like a palace, with its shining windows, bold gold lettering, and ornate gates. Students from various schools filed in one by one, all ready to take their exams. 

She and Izuku had been homeschooled so neither of them had a school uniform. Instead she’d chosen to wear a nice black shirt, and slacks, and kept the first few buttons loose the way she knew Izuku liked to wear it. Normally Izuku would wear a backpack but she hadn’t felt like lugging his huge sack with her, and settled on a laptop back strapped over her. 

Izumi felt the first flutter of nerves when she took the first few steps up to the school, and immediately pulled out a notebook to start jotting down descriptions. She wanted everything she saw recorded for Izuku. The more he knew about today, the better. Her lips moved and murmured as she wrote, and she let out a yelp when she felt a back against her back and an explosion ripple over it. 

“Ow! Hey!” She whirled around, green eyes flaring with temper, and then blinked in wide eye surprise. “Kacchan?” 

“Well, well, well if it isn’t Deku?” Bakugo sneered at him. “Changed your look some, haven’t you?” 

“Humph, surprised you even noticed.” Izumi narrowed her eyes on him. “I’m not quirkless anymore, Kacchan… so watch it!” 

Surprise lit Bakugo’s eyes, then a smirking challenge. 

“Oh? Or What?” He leaned in snagging her face in his hands and squeezing her cheeks. “You gonna cry, Deku?” 

She smacked his hand away, once again surprise lighting Bakugo’s face. 

“I’m not fighting you here, but push me and I won’t hesitate to push back!” 

“Since when did you grow a pair of balls?” He retorted crossing his arms and eying her suspiciously.

“Yesterday,” she smirked at him and whirled around to walk away. 

“Tch, all talk I bet.” He waited a moment letting her get a head start before calling out. “Hey, Deku!” 

“WHAT!?” She whirled back around snarling. 

“How’s your sister?” He asked casually walking casually up to him. Izumi’s eyes narrowed. 

“She’s fine.” 

“I haven’t seen her since your mother’s funeral.” He ruffled a hand through her hair and brushed a thumb over the buzz, his eyes narrowing some at the change. “She as ugly as you?”