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The crowd surrounded Class 1-A.
Dozens of students from the General Studies, Support, and Business courses packed the corridor leading to the main entrance. They stood shoulder to shoulder, blocking the path, staring at Class 1-A like they were visitors at a zoo.
And the whispers could be heard.
"This is the class with the criminal, right?"
"Yeah. The red-haired one. I heard he almost got arrested, but he got off because he's from the Shuzenji family."
"Shuzenji Enterprises? The medical conglomerate?"
"Yeah. Apparently, they have a huge financial share in U.A. That's why Principal Nezu helped him out. It's all connections."
"That's messed up. If any of us did half of what he did, we'd be expelled and arrested in a day."
"How scary... and we're supposed to compete against that class in the festival?"
Class 1-A heard every word.
The casual chatter of a class stopped, replaced by silence.
Iida stepped forward, adjusting his glasses.
"What are they talking about?" he yelled. "Have they lost their minds? They don't know what happened at USJ, yet they talk about it?"
Mina crossed her arms, her usual playful expression completely gone.
"I know, right? Who the fuck are they to talk shit about Akira when they have no idea what actually went down? None of these people were there, none of them fought and, none of them almost died."
Kirishima's fists were clenched at his sides. "This isn't manly at all. Talking behind someone's back like cowards."
Momo reached over and took Akira's hand. She squeezed it.
"Ignore them," she said softly.
Akira looked at her. Then, at the crowd. Then, at Nia, who looked like she was about to jump at the crowd.
"Relax, sweety," Akira murmured, reaching up to stroke Nia's back. "Ignore them."
Nia hissed at the crowd anyway.
Akira turned to face his class.
"Thanks for having my back, guys," he said. His voice totally calm. "But just ignore them."
He looked at the crowd.
"The opinions of weaklings shouldn't matter."
The corridor went dead silent.
The whispers stopped. Every student in the crowd froze. Even the ones who had been talking the loudest suddenly looked down.
From somewhere behind Akira, Bakugo let out a quiet scoff.
I hate this fucker, Bakugo thought. But he's a hundred percent right.
Akira walked toward the door with Momo's hand still in his. The crowd parted.
He was three steps from the exit when a voice cut through the crowd.
"Must be nice."
Akira stopped.
A boy stepped out from the edge of the crowd. He was lean, tall, with messy purple hair.
He stood directly in Akira's path.
Akira looked at him. "What?"
The purple-haired boy met his gaze.
"It's funny," the boy said, "how many privileges the hero class gets."
Akira didn't respond.
"I mean, from what I read in the news, the charges you were under. If any other student had done the same thing, they'd be arrested in the blink of an eye. Forget students. Even an average hero would've been detained, investigated, and had their license revoked."
He tilted his head.
"But here you are. Walking around freely. Holding your girlfriend's hand. Going home happily. While the rest of us are told the system is fair."
The crowd murmured. Some nodded. Some looked away.
Akira thought, The HPSC is messing with the narrative.
He looked at the purple-haired boy for a long moment. He wasn't angry. The boy wasn't wrong, atleast not entirely. The system was rigged. It had always been rigged. Akira just happened to be on the side that benefited from it this time.
But he wasn't going to have this argument in a hallway surrounded by strangers.
Akira walked past him. He just kept moving, Momo's hand in his, Nia on his shoulder.
The purple-haired boy watched him go. Then he raised his voice.
"What? Not even going to talk?" he called out. "Why? Scared? Hiding behind your girlfriend?"
Akira stopped.
His jaw tightened.
This fuck-
But before the thought could finish, Momo moved.
She let go of Akira's hand.
She turned, and walked toward the purple-haired boy.
The boy saw her coming. He opened his mouth to say something, but unfortunately, he never got the chance.
Momo's fist connected with his face. (Queen stuff)
It was a clean, sucker punch that snapped his head to the side and sent him stumbling back three steps. His hands flew to his nose. Blood dripped between his fingers.
The corridor gasped.
From somewhere inside Class 1-A, Mina cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled at the top of her lungs.
"ATTAGIRL!!!"
Kirishima pumped his fist. "THAT'S SO MANLY!"
"That's a woman, Kirishima," Jiro said.
"MANLINESS HAS NO GENDER!" (FAX)
Momo stood over the purple-haired boy. She looked down at him with a cold expression.
"I hope that next time, you understand there are consequences to what you speak."
The boy stared up at her, blood running from his nose, his eyes wide. He hadn't expected that. Nobody had.
Momo turned on her heel.
"Let's go," she said to Akira and walked toward the gate without looking back.
She left behind a silent corridor, a bleeding boy, and every single member of Class 1-A staring at her with their mouths open.
Nia, still perched on Akira's shoulder, blinked.
"What was that?" Nia whispered.
Akira watched Momo walk away.
"Don't know," Akira said quietly. "But she looked hot."
Nia burst out laughing. "Nyahahahahaha!"
Akira walked over to the purple-haired boy, who was still on the ground, holding his nose.
Akira crouched down. He held out his hand and the blue flames healed his nose.
Good as new.
Akira pulled his hand back and looked at the boy.
"Thanks, man," Akira said. "You made my day even better."
He stood up and walked away, leaving the purple-haired boy sitting on the floor, fully healed, and completely confused.
***
Akira caught up with Momo at the front gate.
She was standing with her back to the school, her arms crossed, while her foot was tapping nervously. The moment she heard his footsteps, she turned. The fierce expression from a minute ago was gone, replaced by a nervous smile and pink cheeks.
Akira walked up to her with a grin and slipped his hand into hers.
"I didn't overreact, right?"
The father-daughter duo laughed.
"Absolutely not, big brains," Akira said.
"I agree, Mommy," Nia added, puffing out her chest. "That looked really badass."
Momo's shoulders relaxed, as her smile returned.
Akira started walking, pulling her gently along. "Now, let's get going. You do know our parents are going to be waiting for us, right?"
Momo's eyes went wide.
"Oh my god," she whispered. "My mom is going to go crazy."
"So will mine," Akira said.
They looked at each other and both started laughing.
They walked down the hill from U.A., hand in hand, Nia riding on Akira's shoulder like a tiny queen surveying her kingdom.
For a moment, everything was normal. And normal felt hella good.
***
Later that day. Shuzenji Estate:
Akira opened the front door.
"I'm ho-"
He didn't finish.
Honoka hit him like a missile.
She slammed into him at full speed, wrapping her arms around him in a hug so tight his ribs creaked. She lifted him off the ground and spun him.
"I AM SO GLAD YOU FINALLY MADE YOUR MOVE!!!!" she screamed directly into his ear.
"M-Mom, relax..."
"MY BABY HAS A GIRLFRIEND!! A REAL, ACTUAL GIRLFRIEND!! AND IT'S MOMO!! I CALLED IT! REIKA AND I CALLED IT! WE KNEW SINCE CHINA!!"
"Mom, you're crushing me....."
WHACK.
A cane connected with the back of Honoka's head.
"You're going to kill him, you brat!!" Chiyo scolded, standing behind them in her slippers and house robe.
Honoka let go of Akira, rubbing the back of her head. "Ow! Mom, how could you do that?"
Akira gasped for air, straightening his blazer.
But Honoka's excitement wasn't even dented. Her eyes were still sparkling.
She looked like she had won the lottery, discovered a new element, and been told she was getting a grandchild all at the same time.
"This calls for a celebration!!" she declared, pointing at the ceiling. "Pizza night!!"
"YEAH!!!" Nia yelled, launching off Akira's shoulder and landing on Honoka's head.
"We're getting the big ones! The ones with the stuffed crust! And garlic bread! And that chocolate lava cake thing Akira likes!"
"AND TUNA PIZZA FOR ME!!" Nia demanded.
"TUNA PIZZA IT IS!!"
The two of them sprinted toward the kitchen, already arguing about toppings, leaving Akira standing in the entrance hall with Chiyo.
The house was suddenly quiet.
Chiyo looked up at her grandson.
"You serious about her?" she asked.
Akira looked at her. "About Momo?"
Chiyo nodded.
Akira was quiet for a moment. He leaned against the wall, his hands in his pockets, looking at the floor, thinking about the girl who whacked that boy for him.
Then smiled.
"Yeah," he said. "Serious enough to tell her about that day."
Chiyo's eyes widened.
That day. Sasha and Shino. Muscular. Everything that broke him and remade him into whatever he was now.
He had never told anyone the details outside the family... well, other than Nezu. Not his classmates. Not his teachers.
And now he wanted to share it with Momo.
"You ready to share that?" Chiyo asked with concern.
Akira nodded. "Yes."
Chiyo studied his face, making sure he was serious.
She then smiled. It was a small smile, but it carried the weight of a woman who had watched this boy crawl out of hell and slowly learn how to live again.
She reached up and patted his arm.
"Take care of her."
AKira smiled at her gesture and nodded.
"That," he said, "I will do with my life."
CRASH
From the kitchen, a loud sound came, followed by Honoka yelling, "NIA, STOP TRYING TO ORDER AN ENTIRE TUNA!"
"BUT I WANT THE WHOLE FISH, GRANDMA!!"
"THAT'S NOT HOW PIZZA DELIVERY WORKS!!"
Chiyo sighed. She turned toward the kitchen.
"Come on," she said over her shoulder. "Before those two burn the house down ordering pizza."
Akira laughed. He pushed off the wall and followed her.
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