A Dragon in a China Shop Part Five [MHA/SI/FriendInsert]
Izuku was still tense as a spring as the days went by. At the same time things had resumed a semblance of normality in the household, and that was all that mattered. I let the newspaper rest on the table on the morning, and got back my daily dosage of Izuku-cute hugs.
"I'm going out today," Izuku said.
"Seeing Katsuki?" I asked offhandedly, sipping my coffee.
"Y-Yes," Izuku stuttered. "We're going shopping."
"Do you need any pocket money?" I asked, but Izuku shook her head and I nodded at that.
"I'm all right with that, dad," Izuku said, and I grinned before ruffling her hair. She left an hour later, and my grin disappeared as I stood up from my seat.
"Dear," Inko said, looking at me.
"Honey-buns," I replied with a charming smile that fooled no one.
With a dreadful sigh, Inko handed me over a pair of thick, fake glasses with swirls on them and a ratty backpack. "Please don't kill anyone," she said as I finished wearing a green jacket filled with Anime-symbols and faces.
"It didn't pass my mind to do so, love-dove," I kissed her gently on the lips, and then grabbed hold of a booklet of the
Detective Malcador manga that was a fixture on the shelves of our house. Flipping through the pages absentmindedly, I walked out on the hunt for that foolish daughter of mine.
Ironically, Izuku's sense of her surroundings was such that I literally sat down by her side on the bus reading my manga and she didn't notice a single thing. I was perfectly and flawlessly camouflaged in my surroundings as part of that sub-culture of the land that nobody actually cared about my existence.
Just a passing glance, and nothing more.
Izuku stepped off the bus and I did pretty much the same, walking the opposite direction from her before making a round-about of the block and returning on my steps. She had green hair, and was thus incredibly easy to follow in a crowd.
Thankfully it was Tuesday, so I had the day off.
I'd find whoever it was that had given my daughter her quirk, and then murder them. Well, no. I'd make them wish they were dead.
Yes, I could do that.
A strange whistling sound caught my ears, which soon grew into some kind of trombone-like music. "Hey Osu! Were you waiting for long?" Izuku said cheerfully, catching my attention and making me freeze on my spot. My eyes narrowed.
Izuku was meeting a boy.
He had dark hair and blue eyes, and was wearing an ensemble that probably was the latest fashionable sense of Best Jeanist, or something like that. Light blue was everywhere, if with brass and copper-colored finishers. Also, he was holding a trombone in his hands of all things, but the instrument was playing without the boy's mouth blowing into it.
"Hey Izuku," the boy said nicely, tooting the trombone with a clear sound. "Not that much. I just got here."
The trombone's tunes started turning darker. It was some kind of rendition of the Shark Soundtrack, but in a more heavily influenced rock rhythm. "And why is it doing this now?" Osu mumbled, before the sound cut off. "We should get goings-the others are waiting for us."
"Sure," Izuku nodded.
I resumed my walking, flipping through a couple of pages and glancing every now and then around for further problems. Predictably, I was largely ignored.
It also was easier to follow them now, because the boy with the strange music-quirk somehow resumed playing, but this time it was some kind of eerily heavy-rock tooting that came from the trombone.
Was he one of those teenagers that wanted to be a musician? One of those dark and emo goths that were the fashion of the moment for teenagers? Had he somehow convinced my daughter that he was a grandiose trombone player? Was he going to put his filthy hands on my precious, pure, cute daughter?
The trombone music grew ominously darker.
"Hey Osu..." Izuku muttered, "We're attracting attention like this."
"Yes," Osu answered simply. "This music is so familiar-kind of gives a Rip and Tear feel, doesn't it?"
"Should it?" Izuku asked, nervously chuckling.
"Why not," Osu said cheerfully. "Seikatsu's probably getting chewed out right now."
Izuku looked away, and muttered something I didn't catch. I could get closer, but that would be pushing it.
"Don't worry about it, cinnamon roll," Osu said. "He did something bad, but we're all going to help out. We'll take responsibility for what happened-"
I took a deep breath. The manga in my hand spontaneously began to burn from the heat coming out of my mouth as my heart started to drum like a Ferrari's engine.
Take responsibility.
Responsibility.
What had they done to my Izuku-Tan.
What had they done to my Cute-Little-Kawaii-Desunee-Izuku. Who had done what. Why. Who would die. For this.
I would kill them all.
My hands were clenching the burning and smoldering remains of the manga in my hands, and as I made to take a step forward and pursue, a large hand slammed down on my shoulder.
"Oi man-" I pulled off my glasses and stared into the eyes of the bulky civilian that had stopped me. The man was tall, and with a well-built physique. he froze on the spot as our eyes met, before his widened in recognition.
Then, he smiled and slammed a hand against my back. "Hisashi!" he exclaimed. "It's been so long!"
I grunted at that blow. "Enji-" I growled. "I can't catch up right now. I have someone to murder."
Enji laughed and snaked an arm around my shoulders, "Oh you and your jokes!" he laughed again, "Come on! I heard from Shoto that your daughter finally developed her quirk! Better late than never, isn't that your motto?"
"Yes, Enji, it is," I said with a dreadful sigh as Enji, also known to the public as Endeavor, didn't drop his grip on my shoulders. "Better late than never."
It was the motto that I had slammed into the man's head a long, long time ago after all.
Back when he had been an all-consuming arrogant fop seeking the perfect Eugenics program to get the perfect Hero out of one of his children. Calling him
Mengele had been the first step on the road to opening his eyes, but the flurry of subsequent insults had apparently done wonders to him. If nothing else, it was unfair how he had four children to pamper and spoil and I only had one cute Izuku-Tan who was now out of sight-
I groaned and sighed. "Enji...my daughter was with a boy. I was following them-"
Enji blinked, and then laughed. "Oh you! She's the same age as Shoto isn't she? It's about time I say, why, if Shoto brought home a girl-I'd be happy about that-"
I looked at him. "That girl wouldn't happen to be my daughter now, would it? Enji, we may be friends, and you may be some big-ass hero, but if anyone touches my daughter before she's fifty, I'll have their heads. I'll have their souls. I'll have their-"
Enji laughed again. "Seriously, Hisashi. Stop it with that. Someone might actually believe you!" he thumped his knuckles against my chest. "But I know how you feel. Fuyumi, my little girl, she's a teacher now and-and she's planning on going to live somewhere close to her school!" he sighed, "I'll miss having her around the house, but Rei and Shoto are going to miss her the most."
"Fuyumi is the second eldest, isn't she?" I mused. "What about Toya? He doing fine?"
"Doesn't have much of a constitution for the hero business, so he's taking it slow and steady," Enji admitted. "He can actually burn me, if you can imagine that!"
"And Natsuo? He was in university, wasn't he?" I realized there was no point asking Enji to let go of my shoulder. The man was a bulky mass of muscles, and some of those muscles ended up in his head. Dislodging some of them was possible, but all of them? Absolutely not. He also had the social grace of a bear, and when he put himself up to a task, there was little one could do to dissuade him.
"He's getting his degree in Health and Welfare," Enji said with a proud smile. "If the hero business ever collapses, we'll have to rely on him!" he laughed at that, but without malice in his voice. "How about we get a drink and catch up more? We've all been so busy we haven't swung by recently, when's the Spicy-Death-Sausage-Pizza day again?"
"Whenever I decide it is," I remarked offhandedly, letting myself be dragged away by the bulky hero.
There was no use complaining and if anything, it had been a while since I last spent some time with a friend.
And anyway, Izuku could slip my pursuit, but she couldn't run forever.
She always had a home to return to.
But the people responsible for her situation wouldn't be going home once I got my hands on them. They'd go straight for a nice coffin, at least...what little remained of them o
nce I was done exacting my pound of flesh from their screaming bodies-
"And this is Shoto now!" Enji proudly showed off a picture of his son. We were seated at a counter of a sake bar, and as I was nursing a beer, he was instead holding on to a sake bottle of sorts. In the picture, Shoto's hair was white and red, and his eyes were both clearly looking at the camera with an attempt at appearing serious, chest puffed up in pride.
"He got your eyes," I mused. "Does he have your laughter too?"
"He does!" Enji laughed again. "But he tries to be serious so much-wants to live up to my name," he took a sip from his bottle. "What about your girl? Her Quirk's pretty strong isn't it? How did she end up getting something like that when her old man's a wimp?"
I huffed. "I'll have you know, Enji, that I may look like a wimp, but only because I haven't unleashed my ultimate and ultra-powerful form yet." I waggled a finger in his direction. "I'd give you a run for the money if I ever wanted to go Pro, but you know me, I don't like the idea."
Enji laughed. "Sure, sure." He turned thoughtful. "You know, there's the internship program at UA after the first days-"
I arched an eyebrow, "You make it sound like you know my girl got in already," I shrugged, "she got zero points on that test, whatever it was-a friend of hers taking it told me."
"I have insider knowledge she got in," Endeavor said wryly, "Anyway, there's the internship program for UA students in the Heroic course, unless she gets thrown out before that-and as long as she shows some potential..."
"Are you trying to suggest I should send her your way so you can hitch her up with your son?" I asked, my voice flat, my eyes narrow.
"Man-seriously?! I was offering a favor! And are you implying my son wouldn't be a good catch?"
"If the apple didn't fall far from the tree, then there's nothing to catch but a dunderhead with a muscle-brain that needs a lesson in social manners!" I said with a roll of my eyes, "But I understand your heart's in the right place, Enji. But you know my way of educating children-they pick their path, I merely protect them from the harsher consequences and teach them about it." I grumbled, "But somewhere I must have gone wrong with my daughter!" I drained the beer. "She's in her rebellious phase now!"
Enji blinked and scuttled slightly forward, extending an arm to hug my shoulders. "Now, now," Endeavor said. "It's not-it's not that bad, is it?"
"She's meeting up with boys I know nothing about!" there were tears in the corners of my eyes. "One of them is a musician, Enji! A musician who probably has a dark and troubled past! She's going to end up being a floozy at somebody's concert!" I began to sniffle and sob, "And there are more boys! What has happened to my cute Izuku!? WHAT HAS-"
As I kept crying, Enji did his best to pat my back. "Now, now-I'm sure everything will turn out fine! She's your girl, after all, Hisashi."
I finished sobbing and then looked down at my fists. "There's only one thing I can do-Hug her! Hug her until she can't survive her sense of guilt anymore and confesses the names of the people I must kill!"
Enji laughed at my declaration of war.
-
Izuku felt a sudden chill across her spine as she returned home, tired from the impromptu training of her Quirk. She stepped into the kitchen, and realized that her father was home, looking at the television with her mom by his side.
"Izuku," he said with a bright smile, "Sit here," he patted the spot by his side.
"I-I have to take a shower beforehand," Izuku said. "Today was really hot-I need to wash the sweat off-"
The flickering flames that left her father's mouth were green, hued towards the blue. She blinked at that. Why was he angry now? What had she done? Had he-had he realized!? She swallowed and took a seat by his side, her hands on her knees and squirming from nervousness.
She looked towards her mother, but all that she saw was a happy smile devoid of emotions. It was the smile of the Buddha that was about to slam down on the heretics. If even her mother was angry, then clearly something had happened while she was out.
Her father's arm snaked around her shoulders and then he hugged her tight. "Ah," he said with a happy sigh, his other arm hugging her mother close. "Now isn't this nice?"
She blinked at that.
Her father was warm, and she was tired from the training. His humming echoed in her ears, and she quietly felt her tired self take over. She closed her eyes and relaxed, feeling his fingers on her head gently patting her.
"She's out like a light," she heard him whisper. "My cute little Izuku."
She heard her mother's soft chuckle, and then fell promptly asleep.
A tiny feeling of guilt wriggled its way in her.
They were just worried for her, and she had been keeping so many secrets from them.
At the very least...she could say she had made some new friends?
Her father was going to be so happy for her...
...knowing she'd have a great time together with them at UA.
Author's note: Osu is @Svend 's character. Also, the main theme of this story is that 'unwittingly' Hisashi/Shade changed things with the main cast (Hence the Title!), but the Friend Inserts don't really *know* that until they hit the points they assume are canon and realize something happened and brought canon the hell off the rails.
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