I'll be my own hero. You'll see [On Hold]

Holy Satan! [5]

Aizawa POV

"I'm telling you Zashi! There is something about that vigilante." I huffed out as he hands me some coffee. "What's that?" he asked in an amused tone. "I'm not sure." I said while sipping the coffee. "How old is the kid?" Hizashi asked. "I think he said he's 13." I mumbled while grading some papers. "God. He's so young." he said. I just nod and keep grading.

"God. This year's bunch are so dumb." I said aggravated. "They don't even try!" I said annoyed. Hizashi just laughs and sits down next to me. "And this kid somehow knew the thugs' quirks. Then he like hypnotized me." I added and the blonde started to rub my shoulders. I relax a little and just rub my eyes. "Sho, you're so tense. Relax. Take a nap." Hizashi whispered softly in a calming way. I sigh and lean my head on his shoulder.

"Come on. We can grade the papers later. Let's go sleep." he said in a nice caring voice. I nod and let him pull me towards our room. He plopped me onto our bed as he got dressed. I'm already in some comfy clothes, a simple tank top and some sweats, so I just curl up into the warmth of the blankets. Zashi giggles and walks over. He lays down next to me and cuddles up to me. "Night Sho." he said softly into the crook of my neck. "Night Song Birb." I respond. With that, we both drift off into a nice sleep.

Bakugo POV

We walk into Izuku's apartment to see him passed out on the couch. "I'll make sure he isn't dead." Kyoka said. "We can start the food." Hitoshi said while walking into the kitchen. "How do we cook whatever you're making?" Hitoshi asked. "Of course you don't know. Just hand me stuff when I say to." I said. He reluctantly agreed. We then started making some Ramen.

"He's not dead. Just some bruises." Kyoka said while walking in. I nod and ask the purple haired kid to pass me something.

Izuku POV

I roll of the couch and land with a soft thud. "Oh shit.." I muttered while slowly getting up. I rub my stomach and perk up when I smell something amazing. It smells like Ramen. Kacchan's Ramen. I slowly walk over to the kitchen. When I walk in, I see the kitchen somewhat a mess, Hitoshi chasing Kacchan with a pepper, and Kyoka looking like she's going to die from laughter.

"Okayyyy." I mumbled while squeezing past Kyoka. "Izu! How are ya feeling?" the only girl here asked. "Fine. You?" I said politely. "Good." she said happily. "I made you some Ramen, nerd." Kacchan said while walking over to the table with two bowls. One for him and me. Then my other friends walked over carrying their own.

"Thanks Kacchan!" I said while sitting down across him. He just mumbled something before sliding the bowl over to me. I gratefully took it and started eating. "Damn Kacchan. When can you teach me how to cook?" I asked while still eating the Ramen. "When can you teach us how to be Vigilantes?" Kacchan asked with a smirk. "When will you finally leave your shitty house?" I asked.

"When will you let all of us live with you?" Hitoshi added. "When will you get me a cat?" I added. "When will you boys grow up?" Kyoka said in a joking voice. "When will you give me my Katana back?" I questioned. "I'll give it back whenever you let us join you." Kyoka suggested.

"Fine. But I have some conditions." I said. They all grinned and stared. "What's that Deku?" Kacchan asked. "No using quirks. It's illegal. Only fight when you are swung at first. Leave if I tell you to. Don't give out your really name. And get me a cat." I said. They all stared before grinning more. "Deal." they all said simultaneously.

"Now can I eat?" I ask. They just nod and continue eating. God. How can I train them? They are all probably going to end up dead! Kacchan would flash his quirk too much. Kyoka might get hurt from her sensitive hearing, and Hitoshi is always ready to pass out! God. I'm so going to die. Unless...

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