Prompt: On Friday the 13th, Izuku forces the UA staff to come with him to an abandoned church at night to chill out and cause trouble! However, Izuku got hell of a lot more than he bargained for.

This was written a while ago. I just never posted it on the story.
Warnings: Panic attack.

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I walk into the teacher's lounge, slamming the door open while screaming, "WHAT UP, BITCHES!?"

Yeah, this riles everybody up.

"LANGUAGE!"

"Okay, fine, but I have an important announcement!"

"Is this actually important, or are you overdramatizing again?" Cementoss asks me as calmly as possible. He is the calmest of the teachers, so they try to send him to deal with me. It doesn't stop this hyperactivity!

"Come on! I may overdramatize, but it still important!"

"Last time was over, you losing CAT."

"CAT IS VERY VITAL TO ME, SIR!"

"They were outside charging. You also have GPS on it."

"Okay, I may have lost my mind that time, but this is serious, SIR!"

"...fine, what is it?" I walk over to the teacher's table and take place in Shouta's seat beside Hizashi with a grin.

"What day is it tomorrow?" I ask the clan of teachers.

"Friday the 13th!" Hizashi exclaims! See, this is the connection in place! We can read each other's minds kind of!

"Yes! Therefore, I would like to celebrate!"

"Yeah, let's do this!" Hizashi screams at the top of his lung. He would have used his quirk, but you know Shouta is there to cancel it out.

"Wait a moment. I can see you dragging Aizawa, Present Mic, and Midnight with you to whatever you plan on doing. Maybe even Nezu. Why is this an announcement? You should only be talking those four." Maijima asks. He knows my tricks.

"Simple, I want thirteen people to come with me to an old, abandoned church for the night!"

"Why not bring students? You all survived the USJ. I'm sure you can survive a church for the night." Vlad King snarks from the other side of the table. We don't get along. Competition.

"Oh? Is the Class 1-B teacher scared to go?"

"No! I'm just asking why not go with students your age?!"

"I could, but I feel like aggravating ya'll, and I have to decide who to invite. Here, I already know who is dropped from the list!"

"Please tell me I'm dropped!"

"Of course not!"

"Dang it! Aizawa, tell your kid to drop me!" Wrong move because he was sleeping. Emphasis on was.

Shouta unzips his sleeping bag and steps out, glaring at Vlad King, "What did Izuku do this time?" Salty.

"I haven't done anything yet!" I exclaim. Vlad King sighs.

"Tell me you know what Izuku is doing tomorrow."

Shouta responds bluntly, "I don't know what he does five minutes from now, let alone tomorrow." Very true.

"He wants to bring all the teachers to an abandoned church." I can't help but chuckle when Sho pinches his nose.

"I should have known when my patrol schedule is off on a Friday. I am never off on a Friday." Smart man. Kind of.

"Wait, he can alter patrol schedules?!" Vlad King walks over to me, and I raise my hands in false surrender.

"This time, I didn't believe it or not! Nezu legally did it for me!" The truth!

"How did you convince Principal Nezu into this?"

"Great question! I told him that this would bring the teachers closer together!"

"For such simple reasoning?" A voice cuts through.

"A simple reasoning can have a major impact, Vlad King. I believe the experience will help the UA Staff communicate better." Oh, it's Nezu. I forget that he chills here too. I got this trip approved!

"So, this is required?" Vlad King asks reluctantly.

"Ring-a-ling, sir! Everyone but Yagi and Recovery Girl will be going!" I can see the look of relief on Yagi's bony face when I say he is safe. I mean, the man needs sleep. He is the number one hero, no matter how much I dislike it. Vlad Kind starts smashing his head against the wall lightly, muttering 'why me' to himself.

"It won't be that bad! It will be a blast!" Hizashi tries to reassure everyone. Yeah, that doesn't work.

TIME TO RUIN RELATIONSHIPS!

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"I can't believe I'm spending a Friday with my coworkers and my kid that is suppose to be with his mother right now instead of sleeping," Shouta complains. He is carrying his sleeping bag as we walk to the front of UA.

"Hey, at least it's with adults and not kids!" I mean, I'm right.

"We have you, Hizashi, and Nemuri that are the kids of the group. That is three too many. Then add Principal Nezu to the mix, and it's going to be a mess."

"I AM OFFENDED!"

"Settle down; it's night. You should know this by now."

"BUT I'M SO EXCITED!" That earns me a slap upside the head, " Owie!"

"Quiet down; we are here." Yeah, like that is going to happen.

"HELLO EVERYBODY, IT IS TIME TO PARTY!"

"YEAH!" Hizashi backs me up as he dashes over to hug his boyfriend. Of course, he ruffles my hair that earns him a pissed-off look, but I don't think he cares. Everyone is in their civilian outfit...kind of.

Hizashi, Nemuri, Shouta, Maijima, Snipe, and Vlad King look like ordinary people. Maijima is wearing a shirt without a massive helmet on, and it seems like he still has back problems! He has straight-orange hair and kind of looks like a skater boi to me. Snipe without his mask is a white boy wearing dreads. Not to be racist, but it is odd. Vlad King...the only thing I can mention is he has a broad forehead and a permanent sad face with fangs. The visor and hair cover how broad his forehead is.

Meanwhile, we have Nezu, Lunch-Rush (yes, I forced him along), Thirteen, Hound Dog (this is going to be interesting with my problems) Cementoss, and Ectoplasm that look the same. We would attract so much attention, so thank goodness Nezu got us a bus for the ride there! We all settled down in an open-format coach, and Shouta forced me between Nemuri and him.

Ectoplasm decides to start the conversation, "Izuku, may I ask why we are all here but Recovery Girl and All Might?" Oh, he might not know the drama. I can cover myself this time though!

"Well, I needed thirteen people. No more, no less. It is bad luck to have thirteen people, and I wanted to test it!"

"You really are aiming for that. I get Recovery Girl, but why is All Might off the list?"

"Because he is a busy man." I see Shouta give me a skeptical look. Screw you because it is true!

"That is the most normal reason you have ever given us."

"I can make it dramatic if you would like."

"We are good."

"Alright then!" We had a 'normal' conversation after that.

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"Woof, woof?"

"Yes, we are here, Hound-Dog," I tell him. I assume that is what he is saying as I dash off. I chose an abandoned church in the middle of the forest to make it freaky!

"Izuku, settle down," Shouta demands.

"Nope!"

"At least my kids don't run around like kids." Vlad King mumbles.

"I HEARD YOU! FIGHT ME, VLAD!"

"I AIN'T FIGHTING YOU! I DON'T NEED MY LICENSE REVOKED BECAUSE OF YOU!" Salty.

"Whatever! We got to head in!" Without waiting for anybody, I open the door and head in before being revealed to an unsuspecting sight. There are people here. There is a preacher.

OH SHIT, THIS CHURCH BEING USED! I NEED OUT! I was about to walk out when the preacher notices us. The preacher looks like your typical white-hair old-man preacher.

"Come, come! Come sit; we welcome all!" He summons us. OH, if he only knew who I was! I lead the group with Hizashi right behind me until he is pulled back by his man Shouta. I think he suspects that we will cause trouble, so he is hoping to be a barrier.

Fucking stupid idea! Wait, I shouldn't be cursing in church. Oh well! I go to the very end of the bench and sit down with Shouta beside me, and all the teachers sit on the same row with Snipe taking the end. A whisper cuts my train of thought for a moment.

"Stay out of trouble," Shouta whispers to me. I glare at him before noticing cobwebs all over the place, which causes me to flinch. It hasn't been cleaned obviously, yet Jesus is supposed to live here? What kind of bull is this?! I force myself to look forward and let the preacher preach.

"I would like to welcome our newcomers to the Popeyes Chicken Sandwich speech about why Popeyes is better!" Wait wait wait, did I hear that right? Popeyes Chicken Sandwich speech? I will be honest when I say that I started laughing right there. I can listen to laughs being covered from presumably Nemuri and Hizashi as they are the children in this group.

My life is literally a joke. I mean, so far Chick-fil-A is winning and is because Popeyes ran out of buns!

I actually should have been paying attention because when I look up, all the people are glaring at me. Something is off. Why would someone come out here to listen to someone talk about Popeyes chicken sandwich? Everyone turns around as he continues about the crispiness of the chicken. The thing is that Popeyes is not common here nor Chick-fil-a. You are more likely to find a KFC here. I think the dude is American because he is speaking in English. There has to be one troll beside me who prefers Chick-fil-a!

I look forward, snapping, hoping to catch the attention of somebody. Thankfully, I did. Nezu leans forward, waving his little paw and nodding before leaning back. The other teachers are not getting it so much. I lean back, looking over every detail of the place.

It is your traditional church. The walls are white with mosaic glass pictures of Gods for windows. There are ten rows of wooden benches before you see the front with a wooden podium to patch the wood floors. To the left of the preacher is a piano I am about to let my frustration on because I am struggling to stay still, and he has only been talking for couple minutes! It's childish, but I am immature, so I don't need to hear it. Back on topic, maybe, the whole place has a dusty feel that makes me want to grab bleach and splash it around the entire room. My heart is pounding because I hate disgusting places.

It's a germophobe's nightmare.

However, all of that is nothing compared to the final thing I saw. I looked down and saw my nightmare.

"AHHHHHH!"

A cockroach.

A fucking cockroach! Okay, I can deal with anything. I have killed a fucking Nomu! Yet, I am unwilling to deal with a cockroach. I rather fight a Nomu without Shouta there than a cockroach! I quickly stand up and jump over the bench, and I run to the back.

"Hizashi, you might want to crawl over here," I exclaim to him. No point in being quiet after I screamed like a pussy. Hizashi joins my side quickly, and Shouta glares at us.

"May I ask why, Izu?" Hizashi whispers to me ask I start dragging him outside by the sleeve.

"Cockroach." With that, we start to leave because I can feel the panic growing. As we are about to walk out, the preacher cuts us off.

"Stay. Stay or the Lord of Chicken will come after you." The preacher yells. This makes us both stop. We start walking back to our seats, sitting in the very back.

Sorry, Shouta, but I grab Hizashi's collar, pull him down, and whisper in his ear., "Did you notice?" He looks at me strangely.

"Notice what?" Hold up. I had to think about this, but it felt like a faint tug of a string. Like, I should follow it, but I could ignore it. That has to be his quirk. He said it oddly too as a preacher would say it. It is similar to an empathy quirk where you can change their emotions, but with beliefs instead. It isn't a mind-control quirk, though. It is a small mix.

"The tug?"

"No? Izuku, what's wrong?"

"We were walking out, remember?"

"No..." Thinking about it, it's similar to my ability. It's subconscious to an extent. So don't follow. I mean, I usually would be making a joke about 'Lord of Chicken,' but I have to focus on this instead. I wonder if everybody felt it or if it was just directed at Hizashi and me. Thankfully, my question is about to be answered because Nezu somehow snuck pass without the preacher noticing and is now sitting on the other side of me.

"Did you feel it, Nezu?" I ask.

"I did. Nobody else in the row did, but they are not moving around in their seats anymore. What is your analysis?"

"Are we seriously doing this right now?"

"You have to be able to in all circumstances."

"That's like saying you should be able to do it while being dead." Before I can continue, the preacher cuts us off.

"Please be quiet."

There is that fucking string again! It doesn't mean I'm going to listen.

"The quirk-" I suddenly caught off because the worst feeling of dread goes over me. It's comparable to when Shouta was under that-

NOT THE TIME, FLASHBACK! FUCK!

I can feel my heart pounding in my throat. All I see is that fucking scene with the 'what ifs' trying to cover me. What if I didn't make it to him on time? What if I wasn't there at all? What if- I need to stop!

STOP IT, IZUKU, STOP IT!

I feel someone grab my wrist, and I roughly pull back, frantically feeling behind me for my book bag as I open it, feeling through for something, anything! The hands are back, taking my hands, but I pull back.

Snap.

Screams fill the air.

"SHOUTA!"

The feeling disappears as I look up. I'm back in the church, letting go of my hair. Damn, I ripped some out! Suddenly, I feel myself being tugged forward and a hand run through my curls. I immediately calm down even though I am still trembling at the thought.

"I-I'm right here, Izuku." Shouta? I look up, and he is there. I can feel him trembling. Shit, he must be suffering the effect of the quirk too. I could care less about everyone else is thinking. I pull him into a hug.

"Appreciate it now, asshat," I mutter, taking a moment for recovery. It takes a moment, but I slowly try to stand up. I crumble because the fear is there. I look at Shouta before, through our peer determination, we stand up together. I glare at the preacher.

"I assume you know what happened, Izuku?" He asks, still shakey.

"It's this dumbass's quirk. If he uses his 'preaching voice,' it's kind of like mind control, except you still have power. If you don't follow, however, you basically 'sinned' and makes you feel dread." Shouta nods before using his quirk on the dude. Instantly, everyone's tense shoulders fall. As he carries that scarf everywhere, he wraps the dude up. However, I'm not willing to stay in that place.

I walk out and gulp down the fresh air. None of this was supposed to happen. This was all supposed to be a big stupid joke! I can hear the rest of the heroes helping up, but I can't.

For once in my pitiful life, I can't. I mean, I did something. I found them, snapped us out of the quirk, and had Shouta disable them, but that's it. I start laughing because I need some sort of relief. I didn't need to relive that!

A feel a familiar hand in my hair as I get pulled into a hug. Usually, I would rebel, but, for once, I will allow.

"You're okay, kid. You did good. I can't ask for more than that, problem child, " Shouta softly tells me.

"I mean, you can."

"I won't."

"Was it all worth it over a chicken sandwich contest, though?"

"You're really going to bring that up?"

"Mhm. Someone died over it in America."

"Whatever. You fine with me letting you go?"

"You could have never touched me in the first place." I get whacked upside the head for that, "Owie!"

"Brat."

"Goth Jesus."

"..."

Vlad King interrupts our conversation, " I think your bad luck thing worked, Midoriya!"

"OH, GO SUCK YOUR MINIATURE PEE PEE, YOU DESPERATE ATTEMPT OF A BLOOD-BENDER!"

"I DO BEND BLOOD!"

"NOT LIKE KATARA, AND SHE CAN BEND WATER! CAN YOU DO THAT?!"

I just want everyone to know that this whole thing happened over a chicken sandwich.

. . .

Yeah, we are an interesting species on Earth.