Black Wolf was all over the police radios the last few nights. Shouta could tell he was stressed about something, but everytime the hero ran into the vigilante, the little shit would be vague about the situation.
"God damnit!" Shouta groaned, walking into the police station and heading straight for Tsukauchi's office.
Slamming the door open caused the detective to look up from the paperwork in front of him and send a half-hearted glare towards the hero. Shouta slumped down into the chair across from the other man glaring at the wall.
"What happened now?" Tsukauchi asked, already semi-knowing the answer.
"Fucking Problem Child is what's wrong!" Shouta complained, shocking the detective because Eraserhead never complains. He grumbles, sure. But complain? He's only done it one other time and that was when his favorite cat cafè closed down for the week.
"Care to elaborate or are you just going to stew in your irritation?" Tsukauchi asked, trying to sound teasing but failing miserably.
"Ha ha very funny." Shouta rolled his eyes but elaborated on the situation anyway.
"Fucking Problem Child is stressed. Obviously," Shouta huffed. "Yet he won't fucking tell me what's going on! Being a vague little shit and just taking it out on the thugs he brings down."
Tsukauchi listened intently to Shouta, internally smirking at the hero's dad vibes he was giving off.
The day Izuku's U.A. acceptance letter finally came in the mail, he quickly threw on his black tank top and cargo pants with his purple hoodie tied around his waist, packed up the rest of the belongings he brought with him, slipped on his black combat boots and walked out the door with his already packed duffle bag of belongings, leaving Inko to drown in her liquor and bitchiness.
Quickly slipping the hoodie that was around his waist on, he retrieved the letter from the mailbox, noting how heavier than a normal paper letter it was. Izuku didn't waste any time getting over to MeiMei's house to open the letters together.
30 minutes is how long it took to get to his only best friend's house. Knocking on the door revealed the pinkette excitedly gripping her own letter. Thankfully she wasn't covered in soot, oil, and grease, but instead wore her own pair of gray sweat pants and another black tank top. She beckoned him inside, and he toed off his shoes at the genkan. They walked down the hall, the walls covered in framed photos of MeiMei as a child all the way to the present and her mother. It had a nice domestic feeling to it that Izuku loved about the two.
Reaching MeiMei's (and unofficially Izuku's) room, Izuku set his bag full of possessions on the foot of the bed. MeiMei's mom, Aki-san as she likes to be called, bought for him after a week of him staying at their house. The room had blueprints hanging on every wall and the two's beds were pushed right up against the adjacent walls to the door. There was a single, white, shared desk separating the two beds and the floors were hardwood. Surprisingly the floor was cleaned of all projects MeiMei and Izuku had worked on. Sitting opposite each other on the floor in the middle of the room, they each put their own respective letters in front of them.
"On the count of three we rip them open!" MeiMei exclaimed. Izuku nodded in reply and they both reached for the letters.
"One…"
They held their hand to the corners of their own envelopes.
"Two…"
They put pressure, ready to tear them open and let whatever object that was inside fall onto the floor between them.
"THREE!" MeiMei shouted.
Instantaneously the envelopes were ripped open and a round disk fell out of both of them. As soon as the disks hit the floor, two projections were displayed in front of their faces.
The projections were basic replicas to each other bar the names and scores, so Izuku tuned them out. He already knows he did well on the written exam. What he wants to know is his practical and interview portion. As soon as the Powerloader on the screen said the word 'practical' Izuku tuned back in.
"[Hatsume Mei] Midoriya Izukuㄧ" Izuku cringed at the use of his last name "ㄧYou did well on the practical portion of the exam. How you made a smoke bomb [flamethrower] with the materials I provided you with, I don't want to know. All I know is you, [Hatusme Mei] Midoriya Izuku, passed the practical exam showing terrifying prowess in inventing."
MeiMei squealed while listening to her video. The next part of the video talked about the interview with the teachers. Long story short, both Izuku and MeiMei terrified the U.A. staff that was proctoring the exam, but have nonetheless been accepted into U.A.
Izuku grinned up at MeiMei. Her response was less subdued, being a tackle to the ground, but he understood how ecstatic she was. He was too.
"We can mess with Bakubitch all year now!" MeiMei exclaimed.
Izuku gave her a cheshire grin, "We can only slightly inconvenience him, but yes, now we can fuck with Bakubitch."
MeiMei giggled manically and hugged Izuku even tighter. When they walked out of the room to tell Aki-san, she had already heard the news, with how loud they were being and congratulated the both of them.
"Let's go out to eat in celebration!" She exclaimed and the two kids vehemently agreed.
Shouta was still upset he hadn't spotted Black Wolf at the entrance exam, so he acquiesced himself to waiting for the beginning of the school year. Surely Shouta would notice him once he was actually in his class. Burying his head in his hands at his desk, Shouta groaned. Majima at that moment walked into the teacher's lounge and groaned simultaneously with Shouta.
"What's got you groaning?" Shouta asked with genuine curiosity.
"Could ask the same of you, but I have a feeling I already know the answer to that." Majima retorted.
Shouta raised an eyebrow at the response and Majima continued. "I've got two Chaos Gremlins this year. One has pink hair and is all over the place and the other has green hair and has a controlled chaotic air about him. Turns out, they already know each other too…" he tapered of with a sigh.
Shouta understood Majima to some extent since his own classes (the ones he hadn't fully expelled) were their own 'Chaos Gremlins' in their own right. The term 'Problem Child' was only reserved for Black Wolf, but that's for him to know.
The two teachers sat in a comfortable silence, until Shouta's cockatoo of a husband burst into the room.
"Let's go get some take-out!" the cockatoo exclaimed, running up to Shouta, grabbing his wrist, and dragging him out the door. Shouta grumbled but didn't try to pull away. God he was soft for the loud blonde.