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chinanigans2019-04-28 08:40 pm
mightdoriya) wrote in chinanigans2019-04-28 08:40 pm
Bark's Locomotive Apartment Complex
[The town was having its annual festival that honored the best heroes in the country from every prefecture in Japan. This ward itself was rather small, but this festival was the one place that everyone flocked to yearly, so if you wanted to see the best heroes and peddle your best wares, this was the best time to do it. Everyone in town from civilian to non would be spending most of the months leading up to it preparing for the festivities, generating stock to be sold or shown off in the hopes that they'd make back the difference or- perhaps- get to rub elbows with some of the best upcoming heroes.
That's exactly what Izuku Midoriya was doing for this festival.
Having been born Quirkless, discovering so at a young age, instead of wallowing in his despair for too long Izuku had chosen to put his efforts into learning how to create new support items for heroes to use. If he couldn't become a hero himself, then the next best thing would be to provide support for them, and early on his intelligence and quick thinking earned him praise from his teachers and peers alike. Things had been going well for him despite his misfortunes, having lacked both a Quirk as well as losing his childhood best friend to an early move...
Things had been going well, until the fateful day he'd gotten caught up in an awful tussle in the middle of the square, being too brave (or stupid) to stop himself from jumping in the fray regardless of no ability to truly help. They had been thieves, and one of them- a big, burly man with the head of a dog- had bitten him hard on the left shoulder, rendering him unconscious from the pain. And when he awoke...
He was a dog, too. And so now, Izuku was no longer a Quirkless human, but a human with something like a transferred Quirk. A rare ability that he knew not the remedy for, only that he'd been given all the attributes of a canine and nothing more. He'd been living this way for a few months now, which had slowed his production of his support items considerably. The festival itself was happening today and here he was, stuck helping his family decorate the square instead of getting his creations ready...]
That's exactly what Izuku Midoriya was doing for this festival.
Having been born Quirkless, discovering so at a young age, instead of wallowing in his despair for too long Izuku had chosen to put his efforts into learning how to create new support items for heroes to use. If he couldn't become a hero himself, then the next best thing would be to provide support for them, and early on his intelligence and quick thinking earned him praise from his teachers and peers alike. Things had been going well for him despite his misfortunes, having lacked both a Quirk as well as losing his childhood best friend to an early move...
Things had been going well, until the fateful day he'd gotten caught up in an awful tussle in the middle of the square, being too brave (or stupid) to stop himself from jumping in the fray regardless of no ability to truly help. They had been thieves, and one of them- a big, burly man with the head of a dog- had bitten him hard on the left shoulder, rendering him unconscious from the pain. And when he awoke...
He was a dog, too. And so now, Izuku was no longer a Quirkless human, but a human with something like a transferred Quirk. A rare ability that he knew not the remedy for, only that he'd been given all the attributes of a canine and nothing more. He'd been living this way for a few months now, which had slowed his production of his support items considerably. The festival itself was happening today and here he was, stuck helping his family decorate the square instead of getting his creations ready...]
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"Midoriya Izuku desu!" "Midoriya Izuku--"
Holy shit. Holy shit! That's why this ward was so familiar! It's the place he was goddamn born in-- how could he forget so easily? And in front of him was his childhood friend he had to leave behind, even though he dreadfully didn't want to.
And he.. can't say anything about it. He wants to keep his identity a secret, to keep his family safe when he becomes the greatest hero in the world. It's something he told himself he'd have to deal with when he very first debuted, and it's something he's not keen on just tossing aside because of old connections.
So.. he forces a grin, and reaches out to ruffle the fur on top of that dog-again head of his.]
Deku? Okashina...
[He laughs a little, as he takes his hand back.]
Douiu "Deku" desu ka?
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The ruffle to his head causes Izuku to whimper without meaning to at all, a terribly happy sound that escapes him before he can stop it. As soon as he hears it he clams up and claps his paws over the end of his snout, shaking his head quickly.]
Ah- ahh- D...Deku...
[His ears fall back as he looks aside for a moment, then back up at Bakugou.]
Sore wa boku ni atae raremashita. Ī tomodachi ni. Sore wa tan'naru nikkunēmudesu.
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[Honestly, it kind of hurts. But Bakugo does his best to hide it as he gives him one last small pat on the top of his head before turning around, his cape fluttering behind him as he does.]
Maa, o genki de. Deku-kun.
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S...sir! Firework, please wait!
[That's said in English as he continues before he can turn around.]
Will see again?
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What a silly question. Now that he knows you're Deku...]
Yeah. We'll see each other again.
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Matsuri o tanoshinde kudasai!