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Neru hissed as Izuku dabbed the alcohol on her face. "Ah shit-stain!" She hissed out.
"Sorry..." Izuku apologised for what felt like the eighth time that day.
Neru growled, the grip on her hair tightening. "Don't apologise for shit you're not responsible for." She snapped. "Besides, it's my body doing my job. If I wasn't in pain, it would be more worrisome," she rationalised, giving a dry laugh.
The boy continued applying the alcohol onto her face, guilt plastering his face. "It's still my fault that you got injured..." he mumbled out, taking out a plaster.
Neru shook her head. "Nah. I was waiting for him to use his quirk," she admitted, a smile on her face.
Izuku's eyes widened. "What?! Why?!" He exclaimed, panic in his eyes.
Neru chuckled. "My quirk absorbs the force of any attack I get, and doubles it. Literally double it and give it to the next person!" She laughed.
Izuku's eyes widened at this. "So all those punches that you blocked..." he mumbled out before grabbing rummaging around his bag. He grabbed his notebook and pencil before writing down the girl's quirk. "Do you have a limit to how much force you can absorb? Does it only work on physical attacks or can it be emotional attacks?" He began to question the girl, his eyes practically glowing.
Neru squirmed slightly, a small but shocked by the onslaught of questions. "I... haven't been in enough fights to really test it out, but verbal attacks work like physical attacks for my quirk," she explained. "If I do absorb too much force my organs hurt a lot though. I'm not sure if it causes actual damage, but it does feel hella uncomfortable."
The boy nodded, scribbling down the information.
Neru rubbed her head, trying to stop the bleeding, the plaster pretty much forgotten. "So, you got some analytical quirk?" She questioned offhandedly.
Izuku stiffened at this, the anxiety returning in his eyes. His eyes were downcast as he hesitanted. "I... I'm actually quirkless. That's why Kacchan was..." he trailed off.
Ah.
That explained more then what Neru would have liked.
She clicked her tongue. "Y'know, I was a late bloomer." She growled. "My quirk developed when some bastards who thought that they were better than everyone was harming me." She confided in Izuku. She crossed her arms. "Damn bastards who think they're better than everyone," she repeated, venom laced in her tone.
Izuku blinked. He wasn't sure why a stranger was being so empathetic with him. He was sure that she would have laughed when she found out that he was quirkless. She was so similar to Kacchan. Why would someone empathise with a useless Deku-
"What do you want to be Izuku?"
That snapped him out of his spiralling.
The way the blonde looked at him. It was full of an angry determination. "I..." His throat caught up. Izuku felt like he was about to cry. "I want to be a hero. Like All Might." He finally admitted.
Neru mulled over this information. "If there's one thing my friends taught me, is that there's always a way to reach your goals. Even if it's odd." She grinned. Neru grabbed the boys arm and stood up. "You want to be like All Might, right? You can always be a hero. In your own away. You're insanely smart man! Use that noggin of yours!" Neru poked his forehead. She was getting too excited about this.
Izuku was bewildered. This girl that he just met was being super supportive of him! He could feel his face heat up from embarrassment.
"I'll train ya so hard that you can beat up that Katsuki kid yourself!" Neru cheered.
"I- but- I don't want to get him up-" he quickly said, stammering.
Neru blinked. "You don't?"
"N- no..."
"But he bullies you!"
"W-well..." Izuku fidgeted. "He was my first friend and mom still thinks we're friends... she's already worried about me. I don't want to worry her more," Izuku admitted, nervously, afraid that she'll judge him.
Neru blinked. "So... you're gonna be so nice to him he can't do anything but accept your kindness?" She questioned, tilting her head.
Izuku nodded.
She hummed. "Not the type of assault that I would go for, but it's acceptable." Neru nodded. "I'll still beat him up because he gets on my nerves and he needs a reality check," she added. "That okay with you?"
Izuku thought for a moment before nodding.
"Heh, nice."
It was then Izuku remembered that he forgot to put a plaster on Neru's wound. "Ah! Do you want an All Might plaster or a normal one?"
"I'll have a normal one, thanks." When Izuku finished applying the sticker onto his new friend's face, a voice could be heard entering the apartment.
"Izuku! I'm home!" An older woman called out happily. As soon as she spotted the duo, her eyes lit up.
"Izuku! Did you make a new friend?!"
"So obviously the Mimic is an allegory for All For One's brother that he locked up in a basement for a couple years before being released who then decided to carry out his legacy."
Miku had been talking for three hours.
THREE HOURS!
Not even Enji had ranted about his hatred for All Might for this long!
Dabi was seriously loosing it right now. Currently Miku was talking about the possibility that All For One had a brother and a son? Bullshit.
Absolute Bullshit.
"Miku," he finally piped up. "Can we please take a break? I feel like I'm having an information overload," Dabi mumbled, his headache feeling worse then ever.
Miku blinked twice before smiling. "Sure! Why didn't you say so earlier?" Miku questioned, slightly worried at the state the man was in.
Dabi was slightly baffled. "I... I didn't want to hurt your feelings? I guess...?" He mumbled out.
Miku chuckled at this. "Dabi! The only reason I want to share my interests with you is because I want to make you feel more comfortable around us!" The girl declared, stretching her arms. "I yap a lot because I want others to enjoy what I enjoy. Plain and simple."
Dabi had to admit that he did have a few conspiracy theories himself, but he didn't exactly feel like sharing them right now. The gesture was nice, all things considered.
He let out a sigh, smiling slightly. "Want to go out for ice-cream?" He pointed towards the door.
Miku's eyes lit up before twirling. "Yippee! Ice-cream!"
These girls might be absolute and utter imbeciles, but they had hearts of gold. Dabi had to admit that much.
"We can buy Teto and Neru some as well."
"Oh yeah, Teto did go out shopping! I hope everything is okay for her," Miku thought out loud.
Teto panted as she clutched onto her bleeding her arm. A nasty gash covered her arm. She extended her wings slightly, protecting the little girl behind her. "Don't worry kid. You're gonna be okay, trust." She was in deep shit, but she didn't want the little girl to know that.
The red eyed girl teared up. "But... you're hurt..."
Teto shook her head. "Nah. It's just a scratch."
She started up at the man, his whole body made out of sand. "I'm going to need you to hand over the girl." He ordered, his voice smooth.
Teto wished that she could just lit this fucker ablaze.
"Nah. I don't think so ya ass."
The man's eyes narrowed. "Fine, makes no difference to me." As his fist changed to a spear, a blaze of fire shot towards the man, who began to scream bloody murder.
The two girl's eyes widened as they turned towards the Pro-Hero who just rescued them.
Endeavour.