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Yuzuka walked up the hill. It was the first day of school, officially, and he was anxious about it. He was going to meet All Might again, after shamelessly telling him he was coming for his spot, and he didn’t know how to act about it.
It wasn’t that he resented All Might. Well, he did resent All Might, just a little bit. I mean, how could he not? All Might was the sun, and Dad was the fiery comet flying towards him, always caught in his orbit, but never able to escape it, and he made it everyone else’s problem. Dad didn’t believe Yuzuka could be number one one day, but Yuzuka... Yuzuka did. Dad’s entire focus had been on Shouto, right from birth. Flames hotter than his, and the rest of the family had suffered for it. Of course, Dad had gotten better in recent years, but he still... He was still Endeavor, the pro that let his own son burn.
And Yuzuka was never going to forgive him for that.
If he had just parented instead of dug in his heels and matched Touya’s stubborn bullheadedness, they wouldn’t be in this situation.
Yuzuka didn’t know how he felt about All Might. It wasn’t All Might’s fault that Dad was so psychotic, but if All Might wasn’t such a god, maybe they wouldn’t be having this problem. Yuzuka didn’t know. He was frustrated, angry, and he didn’t want to take it out on All Might, but at the same time, All Might was such a goddamn convenient target. He really was, and Yuzuka knew Shouto didn’t feel the same, but... Actually, how did Shouto feel?
Yuzuka looked over at his twin, who was typing on his phone, in his own little world as he walked, and tilted his head.
“How do you feel about All Might being our teacher?” Yuzuka asked, and Shouto hummed.
“Dad’s probably fuming right about now,” he said, and Yuzuka nodded. Yeah, that probably summed up all of Shouto’s feelings on the matter.
“I think...” Yuzuka trailed off, and then he cleared his throat. “I feel like All Might’s going to retire soon, before Dad is ready to be number one, before we graduate.”
Shouto paused and looked over at Yuzuka with a question in his eyes, and Yuzuka shrugged.
“I mean, his patrol times are what, two hours? And he can do a lot of damage in two hours, don’t get me wrong, but it’s purely the popularity vote that’s keeping him at number one right now,” he said casually. “He’s slowing down. Getting tired. Old. He’s been on top for so long, I don’t think he knows what to do if he’s not on top, and that’s the only thing making him hold out.”
Shouto was quiet for a minute, and Yuzuka continued on, emboldened.
“And he’s working at UA now. Like, what is up with that? It’s like he’s trying to nurture the next generation or something.”
Shouto hummed and looked back down at his phone.
“You sound practically blasphemous,” he muttered, and Yuzuka snorted.
“It’s true, though,” he said, and turned to walk backwards. “I mean, All Might is what, in his sixties? Fifties? Something like that? He’s old, and that’s well past the point when most heroes retire.”
“I mean, yeah, but to say he’s going to retire? The media would rake you over the coals for saying that as Endeavor’s kid,” Shouto said, and Yuzuka twitched.
“Well, they’ve already raked me over the coals for being a pedo, so what’s the harm?” he asked with a shrug, and Shouto gave him an exasperated look.
“Stop saying that. Someone will take you seriously, ” he said, and Yuzuka laughed.
“If I can’t laugh about it, I’ll probably have a mental breakdown,” he said, and Shouto snorted.
“Right. Whatever,” he said and focused back on his phone.
“What has you so interested in your phone?” Yuzuka asked and plucked it out of his hand.
“Hey,” Shouto said and snatched it back. “I’m in the group chat. Natsuo just got his boyfriend moved in. You should check it.”
“Oh, did he?” Yuzuka asked, all thoughts of All Might forgotten as he whipped out his phone. There was a selfie waiting in the group chat of Natsuo, with a very English looking teenager with long red hair pulled back in a high ponytail and green, green eyes, freckles, and Yuzuka cooed.
“Aw, they’re cute together,” he said, and texted his response.
Yuzuka: Remember protection before Dad busts in with a box of condoms!
“Yuzuka,” Shouto hissed, and there were a variety of emoji reacts to that statement, all thumbs down.
Fuyumi: Please don’t tell Hayden Yuzuka said that.
Natsuo: We have condoms, and we’re going to get STD tested, don’t get your panties in a twist.
Yuzuka: I no longer wear panties, excuse you.
Shouto: Why are you like this
Yuzuka: What? I wear BOXER BRIEFS. And I use a CUP now.
Fuyumi: When tf did you start using a cup?
Natsuo: What the actual fuck is a cup
Shouto: Is this like. A period thing.
Yuzuka: It’s a cup you shove up your man cave to catch all the period juice. That sweet, sweet period juice.
Natsuo: I’m not one to shame people for having periods, but you’re being gross, Yuzuka.
Yuzuka: You’re gonna have to deal with that when you become a doctor, Natsuo!
Natsuo: I’m not gonna be a gynecologist, FUCK.
Yuzuka: Still gonna have to write referrals!
Natsuo: Oh. Right.
Yuzuka: Speaking of, Fuyumi, I have a gynecologist appointment next month, can you convince Dad to come with? I don’t want him in the room, but I want SOMEONE in the room.
Fuyumi: Why do you have a gynecologist appointment? You don’t even need PAP smears yet.
Yuzuka: Because I am ‘bleeding excessively’ and shouldn’t be bleeding at ALL with the T dose I’m on, and also I have really bad cramps. Like. Really bad. Midol isn’t doing anything for them.
Fuyumi: Why didn’t you tell me???
Yuzuka: I THOUGHT I did???
Fuyumi: You did not.
Yuzuka: Oh. Soz.
Fuyumi: Yeah, I’ll ask Dad if I can come.
Yuzuka: Ty.
Shouto: Okay now that’s sorted, Yuzuka and I are late for class. Bye. Congrats, Natsuo.
“Oh, shit, we are?” Yuzuka asked and checked the time. Sure enough, class started in ten minutes, and they weren’t even in the genkan yet. Shit.
Yuzuka hurried into the building and got his shoes off, hopping into his indoor shoes and tearing up the stairs, Shouto hot on his heels. The twins burst into the classroom, where everyone was talking up a storm, and made their way to their seats. Bakugou gave Yuzuka a downright nasty look, but he ignored that in favor of sitting down and crossing his legs under himself as he braced his chin in his hands.
Shouto got back on his phone to text, and Midoriya rushed into the room, looking flushed and stressed out, and Yuzuka ignored him as he made his way to his seat and sat down. Mr. Aizawa came into the classroom, slouched over and looking like shit, and Yuzuka straightened up as he took his place at the podium.
“Today, for homeroom, we will be going over load bearing walls,” he drawled, and Yuzuka blinked. That sounded... ominous. Okay, then.
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“I AM ENTERING THE ROOM LIKE A NORMAL PERSON!” All Might boomed as he did not enter the room like a normal person, and Yuzuka studied him with flat gray eyes. All Might shuffled up to the podium and cleared his throat. “Hello, 1-A!”
It was weird, seeing him in the flesh. He was bigger than Yuzuka thought he’d be, and he already thought he was pretty fucking big. Easily taller than Dad. Yuzuka had seen him on patrol a few times, at a distance, back when he still was in school, and he never thought much of him. He was the ideal, the bar to strive towards, the end all, be all of heroics, and yet...
Yet, he still used cue cards, Yuzuka thought drolly as All Might shuffled through his cue cards.
“Please retrieve your hero uniforms and proceed to Ground Beta!” All Might said, and Yuzuka got up from his desk as excitement spiked in the room. Students scrambled to get their suitcases from the front of the room, and Yuzuka grabbed his and handed Shouto his, and then they were off, down the hall towards the locker room. Shouto, predictably, stood in front of the stall Yuzuka whisked into, and Yuzuka opted to ignore that as he got his suitcase open and started changing.
He pulled on the dark blue jumpsuit and got his white utility belt strapped on, a pouch wrapping around his thigh, and a cramp hit. He inhaled slowly and evenly, and then he closed his eyes. He was used to pain. Pain was nothing, but he still didn’t like it. It felt like someone was stabbing a knife into his guts over and over, twisting the blade each time, and he breathed out. He should have worn panties today for the panty liner, but it was fine. It was fine. He just had to move through the cramping and continue as usual.
Stiffly, he got into his white boots, taking extra care to tuck in the legs of his pants, and then he walked out of the stall. Shouto was already in his red jumpsuit, with a matching black utility belt and thigh pouch, black boots, and Yuzuka stared at him for a moment.
“Did you seriously copy me?” he asked in annoyance, and Shouto froze.
“I... couldn’t come up with any ideas,” he muttered, and Yuzuka’s eye twitched.
“Oh,” he said, flat, because he knew they were twins, but this was a bit much. Fine. Whatever. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, and all of that.
Yuzuka turned for the door and walked out stiffly, feeling pain radiate from his stomach, and opened his pouch to where there were tampons and pads and pulled out a bottle of Midol. He popped three of them, swallowing them down as a headache lurked just behind his eyes, and then he headed out.
Bakugou was just in front of him, stomping down the hallway with a dark look on his face, and Yuzuka was too tired to fuck with him right now. He was dealing with a fuck ton of pain, and he didn’t want to deal with Bakugou’s hissy fits, so he left him be. Instead, he walked by himself until Shouto caught up with him, and the two of them walked in silence.
“You seem off,” Shouto muttered, and Yuzuka pursed his lips.
“Cramping,” he managed to force out, and Shouto nodded sagely.
“Ah,” he said, and then gave Yuzuka a concerned look. “Are you going to be okay for class?”
“I’ll be fine,” Yuzuka replied. “Heroes deal with cramps on patrol all the time.”
He was feeling incredibly fucking dysphoric, though, but he wasn’t going to say as much as they reached the stairs. What he wouldn’t give to be back on puberty blockers. He missed puberty blockers, even though he hated why he was on them. His periods had never really stopped since starting testosterone, and he was bitter about it, because they were supposed to stop.
Oh, well. He wouldn’t throw a hissy about it. He would just power through. Hopefully, this class wouldn’t be too demanding.