Quirkless Isn't Hopeless (Complete)

Not Hopeless

Izuku strapped the arm support around his right elbow.

"The bandages don't get in the way right?" Mei analyzed.

Izuku shook his head. "Not in the slightest. This is a really good support! Thanks for helping me with it."

"It was a pleasure, I'll always jump at the chance to make a baby with you." Showing a rare, earnest, smile. "Your brain is the only one that can sync with mine during the inventing process." She glanced to the side, Izuku didn't believe it, but he thought he saw her cheeks had a graze of pink. "It's always fun with you."

"Hatsume..." He held a breathless gaze.

"We should hurry up, or we'll be late!" She sang out, speedwalking to the door. He didn't see the expression of self-embarrassment, and earnest vulnerability etched on her face.

"Y-Yeah... Right behind you." He had furrowed eyebrows. 'Hatsume never really says things like that, but it did feel nice to hear it.' Izuku cleared his throat as he walked beside her. He scratched his cheek, staring down, shyly. "Um, I-I like it too... Making babies with you, I m-mean!" He stammered out the second half in a rush.

"Th-Thanks!" She peeped out.

There they both were. Walking side by side, staring at the ground with red faces and awkward silence. They were both thinking the same thing. 'Why did I even say that! This is the first time it's been this weird..!'

"Hey, guys!" Tsuyu, the natural beacon for Izuku. He happily greeted her, Hatsume acknowledged her, both glad they had something to get away from their rare moment of appreciation and compassion for the other. "You excited for the joint class today?"

He nodded. "Yup, it's been a while since I've been on the field! We even made a new arm support for me!" Beaming with joy. Today, he was going to prove it to himself. 'I may be quirkless, but I'm not hopeless!'

Tsuyu had her tongue out, with her adorable lily pad smile. Hatsume rose her arm, placing her hand on her bicep with pride. "That new arm support will minimize the strain on you to practically zero." She huffed.

Deku nodded. "And I've been practicing with the air trek you made me."

"Oh, Midoriya, you sound so lively today." She walked up behind them, joining the trio. She placed her hand on his shoulder in a formal manner. "That's so great to hear." She turned to him and gave him that fake smile she used during school.

"H-Hey, Yaoyorozu." Was all he could stutter out. For some reason, during school, he felt detached from her, not like their intimate whispered nights of passion.

The white sheets were transparent as they moved under the pale beauty of the moon. Her fingernails clawed into his lower back, clinging to him. He was holding her with a possessive grip. Her bosom had a perky bounce as he drove into her, it pressed against his chest. Their light sweat caused a steamy euphoria, blending with the cold night.

"Izuku..!" Panting his name against his neck, sending shivers.

"F-, Fuck," Whispering it against her ear, causing a fractured sighed.

"Well I should go on ahead, a vice representative should always be punctual, and for me, that's fifteen minutes before everyone else." She began to walk ahead, ever so slowly, sliding her hand off his shoulder, clawing her fingernails over the fabric, in a dominant manner.

He tried to hide the quenching dry throat and quick pitch of breath she drew out of him.

Gulp.

She bid them farewell but snuck in a secret gaze with wanting, narrow eyes at him, before walking ahead.

"Well, we're all headed that way, we should go together." Tsuyu reasonably offered. Izuku's eyes snapped at her. He was cringing hard. 'What's Tsuyu saying? I can't stay around Momo any longer than this or I'll go crazy!'

"Thank you, but I must insist." Momo turned her head back to them with a graceful smile, waving them off politely.

As she got out of view from them, she let out a breath of anxiety. 'I couldn't have been next to Izuku for another moment. I was about to pounce him!'

Deku was left in, for some reason, an awkward situation. Hatsume and Tsuyu were seemingly trying to get his attention more so than the other. Tsuyu always spoke her mind, and Izuku was always able to keep the conversation going. Hatsume's eyes would sparkle with intense joy, rapidly mumbling about a new baby and Midoriya would get equally hyped, matching her high-speed mumbles and jotting their ideas in his notebook. The other would interrupt and take Izuku's attention only for the reverse to happen. The whole time Deku was a dense genius, being his usual stuttering self, yet he did feel tense. Were they fighting over him? He thought of Todoroki's words the other day. He shook the thought away. 'Hatsume is only focused on her babies, and Tsuyu has always been just a friend... I don't see any of them in a romantic way.

I think?'

"All right, this will be a joint class, as I know, you are all aware." Aizawa began the scenario brief. "Present Mic and Snipe are pinned down in the city. Mic's mic is busted, Snipe is running out of ammunition. It is up to the support unit to repair equipment and resupply the heroes. The final objective is to escape from the area," Aizawa swayed his hand to the training block they would be using. The city simulation. He turned back to the class. "Simple enough, right?" The class was about to nod, "I almost forgot, the villains are the school faculty, including me."

"EH?!" Simultaneously as a class. Before they could recover, Aizawa was gone, leaving behind a smoke bomb.

They were all bewildered.

"Ninja!" Deku exclaimed. Kirishima lapped his arm over Deku. "Ninja!" Kaminari joined them, "Ninja!" Tokoyami cough, but then silently uttered it next to them. "N-Ninja..."

"Oi, stop goofing around!" Jirou scolded, raising her arms menacingly, her ear jacks followed. "The exam already started!"

Until Yaoyorozu stepped in. "It should be fine if it's only for a few minutes, ne?" She honestly asked her close friend.

Jirou scratched her cheek, hiding a bit of blushing frustration. She placed her hands behind her head. "I m-mean, it's fine..." She then looked downcast. "But this is too nostalgic for my taste."

Momo gasped. "O... Oh." She shared the sad stare. It was true. She cleared her throat and looked at Midoriya's group. "But maybe that's what today is for, they are making the most of it. You should as well, ne?" She smiled at Jirou.

That smile.

Jirou gritted her teeth, she glared up, to the side, rolled her eyes, before sighing in defeat. "Y-Yeah."

And they both shared a giggle.

"Damm it Deku!" They all froze.

Izuku stared back at him. At that moment it all came back to him. He held back a squint in his eyes. He glared to the side, the wind swept his bangs. He faced him again.

A never-ending relationship.

"I... I know, Kacchan."

Kacchan needs to let go of the past.

We all have to eventually.

I did.