Warnings: Rage and Panic Attack

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Shouta's and I's relationship may be the definition of bromance, but this is too far.

Since Shouta can not be a normal adult, instead of punishing me in a normal manner such as taking my phone, making me work out, or anything near what is considered a normal punishment, he instead decides to kill me with kindness. Nearly.

I literally want him to kill me, though.

As soon as I wake up from my nap, Shouta drags me around by the hand and acts like a overly protective big brother. He forces me by his side at all times, cuddle with him whenever we are sitting down, and basically treats me like a baby. Fuck, he even cooks for me and forces me to eat it, and I hate his cooking!

AND YOU WANT TO KNOW THE WORST PART?! SHOUTA DID THIS IN FRONT OF AS MANY PEOPLE AS HE COULD! HE DID THIS BULLFUCKERY IN FRONT OF THE OTHER TEACHERS, STUDENTS, AND IN PUBLIC WHEN HE DECIDED WE NEEDED TO GO SHOPPING FOR FOOD SINCE HIS JUICE PACKETS OR WHATEVER WOULDN'T BE ENOUGH!

I only told y'all about ten percent of what he is making me suffer. It's like being a toddler in the sims games as he tries to control my every move to make sure I am safe and healthy.

This went on for 24 hours. Twenty-four hours too long.

In simple terms, Shouta is an overbearing some of a bitch when he wants to be. It was the most terrible and terrifying thing I have experienced in my life. I rather have my other arm burnt off than ever go through that again.

To say I ran for the hills as soon as he said he was finished with his bullshit is an understatement. I fucking flew. Literally.

It actually ends up being a good thing too because the HC just sent me a message saying they have information from the researchers' on Shigaraki's current destructive power and that they expect everyone on the League of Villains case to come for a meeting.

Quite frankly, I don't want to know the math of Shigaraki's destruction. I don't think I need to know considering I watched him turn a town to dust with a single touch, but apparently I do.

I end up being the first there since I was technically on my way. Sir Nighteye arrives soon after, sighing when he sees me there.

"You were supposed to take a couple days break," Sir points out, clearly unamused.

I shrug, "I mean, it's been a couple of days."

"One of which you had to deal with Eraserhead over with his punishment."

"Damn, you know me so well. Actually, I just got off the hook with him! Most terrifying time of my life. 10/10 would never go through again. If anything, this is an escape from him."

"Did you learn your lesson at least?"

"Can you stop attacking me, please and thank you? I don't need a second Eraser, Sunflower."

Sir Nighteye rolls his eyes at me, but he does shut up. Thank fuck.

Soon, Gran Torino and Tsukauchi arrive together, which is expected considering they have been working together as of recent.

As it turns out, Hawks will not be coming to the family gather with the in-laws. He's on surveillance on the League of Villains, so it's just the four of us!

We head to our meeting room where the HC president is already waiting with the information up. We take our seats, and she gets to talking about numbers we really don't need. Isn't it enough to say that he can destroy an entire city and its residents in a single touch?

Not for the HC apparently. Let's add to the fact that she decided that we needed to know the death toll from the incident (Too many. Way too many.), and I am already done with life! However, this is the HC, so of course there is more information.

With Hawks on surveillance, we have learned a couple of things since the incident. More specifically, how many people are in this army. An army that is now under the League of Villains, which, by the way, is now called the Meta Liberation Army. They are becoming serious. They no longer have a video game name. Though, that is far beside the point.

How many people do you think they have?

A hundred? While that may not have been the case before Deika City, it is certainly plausible now since Shigaraki destroyed a lot of people with the place. That number is far too small.

How about a thousand? Definitely a decent size for a city like Deika if a little smaller, but I will tell you that is wrong too.

Ten thousand? A large number, and definitely closer to the Deika City population. It would be wishful thinking for it to be this size.

Here's the real number:

100,000 AT LEAST.

There are a 100,000 people Meta Liberation Army. That's a huge fucking number. For comparison, there are less heroes than them. To make them a bigger threat, these people have demonstrated having worked their quirks nonstop until they perfected them.

Yeah. That's a fucking mess. It would take a refined plan to take them out and so many heroes to actually pull it off. I actually think that most, if not all, would need to participate to get rid of them.

That is honestly a scary thought. If you are having to send all your heroes out to defeat what should be considered a small threat, that's a problem. It doesn't help that heroes are retiring left and right because they can't handle the pressure for some fucking reason.

Imagine if these heroes have to go to war. How many would we lose, not only in lives but also those retiring because they are overwhelmed?

Everyone here knows it.

"With Midoriya's intel, we have information on many of the members, and Hawks should be providing us more as well. However, due to their size and capabilities, we decided to increase our numbers," The HC president states as she closes the powerpoint with all the numbers.

"How do you plan on doing that?" Gran Torino gruffly asks, and I can't help but question it as well. You can't just pull heroes out of thin air. You have to pull them from somewhere.

The most logical solution is to call for international help. Shigaraki might as well be considered an international threat if he is able to do damage similar to All Might. Another idea is to include the police or military force. After all, they are heroes in their own rights too. They will need training, but it's certainly a viable resource as well. They have some of the training technically. They just need cleaning up. The final idea is prisoners. Maybe not your murderers, but those who can actually help like vigilantes. That's the least convenient option since there isn't that many that fall into those grounds plus the training and whatever else you have to for them. However, that has some benefits such as creating a reform program to turn people.

There's lots of ways of going about this, so we aren't completely lacking.

The HC president announces her grand plan, "We are starting up the Hero Course work studies again, and everyone with a provisional hero license is required to participate."

I freeze. This bitch is not indicating what I think she is indicating, is she?

"You mean the third years, yes?" I question curtly, not caring if I come off rude. Not that I ever do, but I WANT her to hear my disapproval if she is saying what I think she is saying. While I disapprove of third years participating too, they have experience. They might be able to handle this bullshit. Second years and first years? They are still in training, and it would be ridiculous to send them on the field.

The HC president sighs as she looks at me, "I said everyone with a hero license, Midoriya." If she has something else to say, she doesn't get the chance as I cut her. She is sending in kids! She is sending in my friends! I don't want them to witness what I had to go through, let alone have that burden fall on their shoulders! It's unfair on them!

"So you are saying that we are going to be sending first and second years, who are not used to the field yet, into a fucking war? Are you fucking insane?! We can train the police or military and have them help us! We can ask for international help! Hell, prisoners could even help us! But no, let's send in the fucking children because we don't have the balls to try training the police or military because they aren't heroes! They don't know what they are doing apparently despite both careers having the same deals as heroes because both are dangerous careers! Oh, and Japan can't look like some bitchasses to the countries! It must be an emergency despite Shigaraki doing the same amount of damage as All Might could do in his prime!" As I keep going with my speech, sarcasm and spite slips through like second nature.

The HC president snaps at me, "Midoriya, quiet!"

"Am I wrong?!"

"Midoriya, if you do not silence yourself, I will ask your to leave." It takes everything not to attack her because I need to know everything I can. This is so fucked up. So wrong, "As I was saying before I was interrupted, we will be opening the work studies program once again, and all students with their hero provisional licenses are required to participate. While I would prefer to keep them out of this, we do not know how much time we have. We need to be prepared as fast as possible, and they are our best options. If you would like to look into the options you have mentioned, Midoriya, you may. However, you will not receive compensation for your work, and they will still fight no matter what. There is no changing that decision. We are working on the message to send to the hero schools, and I expect you not to interfere in anyway. I expect everyone here to continue their jobs. For now, you are dismissed."

Without giving us a chance to question her, the HC president enters the elevator and leaves like the goddamn pussy she is.

I stand up, the chair clattering behind me from how fast I stood. I step back from the table, trying to settle trembling anger that just won't go ahead. It takes me some hefty deep breaths in order to return back to reality a little bit, so I focus on their reactions.

Sir Nighteye is quiet, glaring down at the table as if he is expected it to disappear if he glares hard enough. With those rules, Mirio is likely to be sent to the field, quirkless or not. I'll need to work with him on quirkless fighting whenever I get that chance.

Gran Torino has his arms folded, just thinking to himself.

Detective Tsukauchi watches me, however. In his eyes, I see something there I don't expect outside of his usual tiredness, though I couldn't tell you what.

As soon as I look at Tsukauchi without acting like a feral animal, he makes a proposal, "I can help you with your police idea, but the recruits have to voluntarily join due to restrictions otherwise. We can attempt to start it at my station after Chrstimas. The rest is up to you." That's the best news I have gotten today outside of getting away from Shouta.

I huff with a smile, the rage inside settling down a little, "Yeah. I'll need to do research with that. Can you do something to see how many are willing to join at your station? I need to know what I am working with. They'll be our test group."

"That shouldn't be a problem. I can get that to you after Christmas." Which is a couple days of away, so that's not too long of a wait for me.

"Thanks."

"If it increases our chance of winning, we have to do this."

"Yeah. Actually, what about the prisoner idea?"

"I would have said it if I had an idea of how to pull that off. I have no clue how you did it with the Hero Killer and his training program, but I know that took a lot of work."

"No shit, it did. A couple months actually, but that's keeping him in prison. I deny I will get him out."

"You have to aim for people who haven't hurt anyone."

"That puts most of the good fighters out. Maybe I can snatch them for help elsewhere. Can you send me a list of prisoners, or is that illegal?"

"Illegal, but you can hack for it." Sir Nighteye raises an eyebrow while Gran Torino rolls his eyes at the comment.

"Should you be saying that to me so bluntly?"

"You'll do it anyway. I promise I won't tell anybody if you do."

"Works for me. Anywhos, do y'all have any new information I need to know?" They all shake their heads, "Then I'm leaving before I bust a nut because I am still pissed. Later!" Ignoring their reactions, I pick up the chair I knocked over, go to the elevator, and make my way down.

With my pent up rage, I obviously decide to go to the highest security prison in Japan and bother Akaguro since he always knows how to wear me out. Besides, the man will be pissed if I don't come soon anyway.

After an intense training session, that's when I return to UA and helped everyone with decorating for Christmas since the HC letter hasn't been sent out yet presumably.

You want to know when that letter does come?

ON FUCKING CHRISTMAS!

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It is Christmas morning! I may prefer Halloween, but Christmas has its specialties too like lights! It also gives me an excuse to hang out with everyone, especially since my classmates, unfortunately, don't get to go home for Christmas. They don't get to be with their families, and I can't help but be depressed for them. Sure, they have their friends, but still.

Though, friends can be closer than family, so I don't know. Either way, I put a lot of effort into making it special for them.

Anywhos, it's relatively early in the morning. In fact, none of my other flatmates are up yet. Usually, one or two are up doing something like working out or catching up on paperwork, but it's Christmas, so fuck work! I'm glad they are finally relaxing. It means I can take the chance to make them breakfast and hot chocolate! Even if they are not up now, I expect them to be up soon due to their internal clocks. It's in their genes to wake up early at this point.

This proves to be true as Shouta is the first to come out of his dorm. He looks tired, but I suspect it is because he just woke up.

I give him a huge smile, "Good morning and Merry Christmas! I made breakfast and hot chocolate for everyone, but if you don't want the hot chocolate, I have coffee ready as well!"

"Thanks, kid. And Merry Christmas to you too," Shouta grumbles as he enters the kitchen and moves behind me to grab his coffee. Damn. Shouta would make a great Grinch. His energy is so not a vibe.

"You seem subdue as usual considering it is Christmas. I would think that, with a full nights rest for once, that you would be in a better mood but nope," I decide to point out.

Shouta downs his coffee down in ten seconds flat before pouring another cup, "Considering we have an emergency meeting in an hour, you can't blame me."

I freeze, peering over my shoulder at him, "We do?" Shouta puts grabs his cup and looks at me nodding. The excitement I had is gone. If this meeting is what I think it is, I take back what I said about Shouta being the Grinch. I look back at my food again.

"Did you not get the message? He texted us about it about ten minutes ago."

"I don't have my phone on me," I continue getting the plates finished, though with less vigor now.

"I don't blame you. However, whatever he is holding this for must be important. I can finish here if you want to change into your uniform before everyone else gets here," Shouta offers.

"Thanks, but I'll just change whenever I have the chance."

I try not to think about what the meeting could be about. If that stupid letter arrived today, I am going to blow a casket. I am just so tired of shit, especially when they are forcing my classmates to fight.

I don't even know that Shouta has moved until he bumps into my side to snap me out of my thought process. I shift myself to face him to see him helping to finish the last of the plates. Shouta turns his head to me for a moment, and that familiar concern returns.

"Are you okay?" Shouta asks.

I huff, "Peachy."

"What does that mean? I assume it is about the meeting?"

"On fucking Christmas!"

"I know, but as I said, we know that it must be important if he is holding it. However, remember this, Izuku: no matter what happens, us adults can handle it, alright? I can keep you out of it if needed." EXCEPT I AM ALREADY TOO FAR DEEP! No matter how much I want to say that, I can't reveal much about the case, so I can't.

So instead, I opt for the more sane response, "Okay. Thanks, Shouta."

To be honest, breakfast is sort of a blur. Nobody at the table is in the Christmas spirit anyway, so not point in remembering.

Everything becomes crystal clear in the meeting.

Nezu gives us his signature smile, however, I can tell that is strained, "Good morning, everyone, and Merry Christmas. I am sorry to interrupt your holiday spirit, but I just received this this morning. Please take yours seats and read the papers in front of you.

When I take my (standing) place beside Nezu, which happens to be beside Shouta since Nezu likes hiding in his scarf, there is already stacks of papers waiting at each of our places.

I pick up mine, and I see red.

It's the announcement for the Work Studies from the HC.

WHY THE FUCK DID THEY SEND THIS OUT THIS MORNING?! THEY COULDN'T WAIT ONE MORE DAY?! THEY HAD TO DO IT TODAY?!

I quickly flip through the papers, ignoring the teacher's shock to see if there is anything I don't know. The rage grows when the League of Villains or whatever they are called not is not mentioned ONCE! In the paperwork, they specifically instructed that we should tell the students that it is for practice field training! NOT THAT THEY ARE TRAINING FOR A POSSIBLE FUCKING WAR WITH MORE VILLAINS THAT HEROES!

I don't even realize that I am crumpling the papers that glares back at me with the fucking audacity to put my classmate's lives on the line.

You know the phrase 'let kids be kids'? WELL, THIS IS CERTAINLY THE TIME TO FUCKING USE IT!

I get that I am the same age as them, but I am part of this situation anyway since I am considered their biggest threat. THEY DON'T DESERVE THIS! THEY DESERVE TO GROW IN A SAFE ENVIRONMENT WHERE THEY DON'T HAVE TO BE SCARED FOR THEIR FUCKING LIVES! I GET THAT BECOMING A HERO IS PART OF THE JOB, BUT THEY ARE IN FUCKING SCHOOL FOR A REASON!

They are too young. They shouldn't have to face a war because the adults can't handle it. The adults are supposed to figure it out.

I may have hated them before, but I DESPISE them now.

I have been angry on many occasions, but this is beyond that. If I am at my usual limits, I destroy everything in my path.

It feels like I am locked in my body as the thoughts run through my head. I remember Deika City, something that still bothers me, and realizing that they could be forced to go through that. The destruction, the blood, the dust filled with dead people. And those thoughts keep running over and over and over-

The only thing moving my body is the tremors. Otherwise, I can't even breathe, let alone walk. My vision is blurry, and there is a buzzing in my ears that blocks everything else. When I feel something running down my face, I roughly wipe it away for how unbearable it is.

Everything is too much. Everything is foreign.

Then, I finally recognize something. A gentle hand through my hair, and I lean into it, latching for anything to drag me out of my prison cell. My hand is taken careful, and I nearly pull back, but the hand taking mine must be the one in my hair, right? It gets stretched outwards, and I feel movement. It takes so long to try and follow the movement through my breathing.

And slowly, I come back to reality, feeling shitter than before. I didn't even realize I had my eyelids pinched shut until I open them. I found myself on the floor against a corner still in the meeting room. However, everyone is gone except Shouta, who is close to me, looking just as tired as I feel.

When Shouta notices me looking at him, he softly, almost whispering, asks, "What's your name, kid?"

It takes longer than it should to give him an answer, "Izuku Midoriya."

Shouta sighs in relief, but he still speaks to me gently, "Glad to have you back, Izuku."

I slowly nod, "What happened?"

"We finished the meeting when we noticed that you weren't with us. Every left except us. You want to tell me what happened in your version?"

I sound so unlike myself, so broken, that I flinch at my own voice, "I got pissed. I knew they were going to do this because she told us at the last meeting. I tried to get her out of it, Shouta, I really did, but she just wouldn't listen!"

Shouta cuts me off, "Breathe."

I focus on my breathing for a moment before sighing, "I'm sorry."

"Izuku, you have nothing to be sorry for. You probably know why they are doing this, and that has to be a burden since you aren't supposed to tell anyone," Shouta pulls out a handkerchief and offers it to me. I take it, using it to wipe my face off (that I now realize is fucked up from crying.)

"They're the fucking Grinch," I mumble. I hear a huff of amusement from Shouta. He then stands up, offering me a hand.

"Seems like it. For now, you seem tired. How about we take a nap, and then try to return to the Christmas spirit?"

I give an attempt smile (it's shit) as I take his hand and stand up, "I hate naps though."

"It will give you a separation time between this and going back to what we are supposed to be doing. I think you need it, problem child."

"I hate to admit it, but that sounds nice. I don't want force Bakugo into a Christmas hat feeling like this."

"I understand."

We then leave the room to go to another room to escape the world just for a little bit.