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Izuku could never say he hated his quirk, in fact was the exactly opposite, he love it to hell and back.
But that did not changed the fact that sometimes it got on his nerves how much people would praise his quirk to high moon and back and often forgot he was attached to it.
“not again”, he sighs in annoyance as he sees his shoe locker close to bursting.
“heavens above, we aren’t even close to valentine’s day”, the girl standing next to him says in a worried tone, “also, I’m kind of not a person”.
“I have the faint impression those aren’t just confession letters”, Izuku says, seeing an ominous purple aura coming from the locker.
“you don’t think they put another dead squirrel in there do you?”, the girl asks, her voice gaining a very sharp edge of protectiveness, “I swear to god, if there’s another dead rodent in your locker I will…”.
“Sang, calm down nobody is dumb enough to pull something like that again”, Izuku clams down the girl, “not after the incident”.
“he deserved that and you know it”, the girl pouts.
“it doesn’t mean it was ok of you to beat him with a dead cat”, Izuku points out, “where did you found that cat anyway?”.
“that’s not important”, Sang answers as Izuku opens the locker and a torrent of envelopes falls out of the metal cubicle.
The paper rectangles fall to the ground, piling up on the floor till the resulting pile reached near Izuku’s waist in height.
“seriously, how did this many fit inside there?”, Sang asks scratching her head, “seriously, there’s must be more than a hundred of those there”.
“your guess is as good as mine, maybe the manufacturer that built the lockers might have a space dilation quirk or something”, Izuku says, picking his and the girl’s shoes from the locker, “or maybe the locker itself has a space dilation quirk”.
“do you think so?”, Sang asks with a curious tone as Izuku gives her, her shoes, “cause I never heard of objects having quirks”.
“maybe one of the trees used to build the locker has a quirk or something”, Izuku says putting on his shoes.
“now that would be a sight to see”, Sang says also putting on her shoes, “but seriously, did they forget I’m not a real person?”.
“rule 34 exists, do you think the not being a real person ever stopped someone from simping?”, Izuku asks as he starts gathering the letters.
“touché”, Sang answers, also helping Izuku.
Sanguinius, or just Sang for short was Izuku’s quirk a ten foot tall guardian angel.
His quirk was especial, you see, despite her being a whole ass person, she was his quirk who manifested when he was five, at the time she was just a young child that looked at best a month younger than him. For a hot minute, Inko had tough they would grow together, but no, Sang grew at an alarming level and in three years, she had reached ‘maturity’, growing into the woman she is today.
It quite the shock when your son’s quirk manifests a whole ass angel, complete with divine glow and a halo floating above her head.
One simple look and you could see how hard was to not simp for the ten foot tall angel lady with a divine body, big wings, ivory skin, long and golden curly hair and eyes as red as rubies.
“let me see, those are for me”, she says, separating the latters, “and these are for you”.
“it’s just me or I got more letters than you?”, Izuku asks, seeing his pile a slightly bigger than hers.
“looks like it”, Sang answers, “we better hurry before the bell rings”.
Arriving in the classroom they see a bouquet of flowers in a pot on Izuku’s desk.
“is that for me or for you?”, he asks, scratching his chin.
“for me”, she answers with a sigh as she sees the card next to pot, “seriously, I told a million times, I’m not a person, I’m a quirk, your quirk, the only feeling I have is for you”.
As the words come out of her mouth, every single student in the vicinity feels an overwhelming sense of fury and jealously towards Izuku who feeling the hostility, tries to shrunk into his desk.
“maybe they think you gonna drop me and become their quirk if they can woo you”, Izuku says with a small chuckle.
“that’s not how it works”, Sanguinius sits on the seat gracefully provided to her by the school next to Izuku and joins the desks together.
“I don’t think they care”, Izuku explains noticing an envelope under his desk, “ugh, not again”.
“is that…”, Sanguinius turns her crimson eyes towards the open envelope on Izuku’s hand and groans, “seriously?”.
“yep”, Izuku says, looking at the cash inside the paper rectangle and reading the note attached to it.
“who is this time?”, Sanguinius asks.
“the VP”, Izuku answers, shoving the money and the note back into the envelope, “this is highly inappropriate”.
“isn’t he in hot water after he got caught diddling that first year last month?”, Sanguinius asks.
“it seems he decided to add a few more milliliters to the pot then”, Izuku explains.
“gosh, can’t wait to never have to come back here”, she lets out a groan as she feels Izuku’s comforting hand on her side.
“you and me both, thankfully we are on our last year”, Izuku says.
The class finally begins and…
“well, dear students, now that you are all third years, it’s time to start thinking about your future and for that, you gonna need these forms”, the teacher says, holding a stack of papers he promptly throws out of the window, “who am I kidding here, I know every single one of you are gunning for heroics!!”.
The class erupts into cheers as all the students start to show their quirks, but it soon they quiet down after an explosion goes off.
“hey teach, don’t lump me with the rest of these losers!”, Bakugo exclaims.
“and there he goes again”, Izuku whispers to Sang, “this what, the millionth time?”.
“more likely the billionth”, Sang whispers back watching as the Pomeranian looking teenager goes on and on how everybody else is an extra and shit and how he’s applying to UA, “let’s hope whatever hero school he attends manages to curb his ego”.
“you are not the only one aiming for UA, Midoriya has also applied”, the teacher says causing the greenette and the angel to groan.
“oi Deku!”, Bakugo screams.
“and here we go again”, Izuku says as Sanguinius straights her back into a protective act, “what?!”.
“don’t what me you moocher!”, Bakugo screams, “don’t get cocky nerd, do you think you can get into UA by mooching of chicken wings?!”.
“lord give me patience, because if you give strength I’m gonna strangle this dumbass”, Sanguinius says, pinching the bridge of her nose, “for the trillionth time, I’m a sentient quirk, not a random gal he picked off the street to pretend to be his quirk!”.
“same fucking difference!”, Bakugo screams back.
“and it’s unfair!”, the student with door stopper for a head screams, “the nerd got a hot babe and he doesn’t even share!”.
The whole class, including the teacher agrees.
“it’s not fair that he can have those divine boobs all to himself!”, one of Bakugo’s lackeys, the one with extendable fingers protest.
“your quirk is bullshit!!”, the one with wings add, “at least let the rest of us get a turn with the angelussy”.
“one, not happening”, Izuku says, being cut by Sanguinius.
“and two, let’s pretend I’m not a sentient quirk, but a real person, what makes you believe I would go for you?”, Sanguinius asks causing the fat winged boy to recoil.
Before things could continue, the teacher decides to intervene and get the class back on track.
The day is finally over and Izuku is finally free to go home with Sanguinius.
“no thank you, I’m not interested in modeling”, Sanguinius says to an scouting agent from the Uwabami agency.
Ten steps forward later.
“no, I’m not a model and no I did not posed for the Blazing Wings Restaurant advertisement”, Sanguinius says as another agent offers her his card.
Another ten step later…
“lord give me patience, girl, I’m not a real angel, I’m his quirk!”, she points to Izuku after a vine haired girl falls to her knees in front of her, calling her ‘he holiness’ and going on a praying fit… in the middle of the sidewalk.
“hi”, Izuku waves to the girl while holding both his and Sanguinius bag.
“but your holiness…”, the girl says as a divine holophote shines on her coming from nowhere, completlty ignoting Izuku.
“Jesus Christ”, Sanguinius facepalms, “for the millionth time, I’m not a real angel!!”.
Ten more steps later…
“thank you, but I’m not interested in starring a commercial”, Sanguinius says, shooting down a producer.
Another ten step later…
“I think that was little too much no?”, Izuku asks, watching from Sanguinius shoulders as the small dot in the sky growing smaller and smaller.
“he jumped out a trash can like a raccoon on angel dust straight into my bosom”, Sanguinius says, her voice changing from anger to false distress, “he scared me I need head pats”.
“there, there, the scary pervert is gone”, Izuku says, patting her head and her mood improves drastically, “but still, I think kicking him into the stratosphere was a little too much”.
“I could have set him on fire”, Sanguinius says with a pout.
“yeah, that would been worse”, Izuku says, in his advantage point he sees a familiar place in the distance, “hey, we are pretty close to that smoothie place, why don’t we go there and grab one?”.
“a dragon fruit one?”, Sanguinius asks as he mood improves.
“and a chocolate strawberry one too!”, Izuku completes and before he knows he had to hold for dear life as Sanguinius sprints, “calm down sang!”.
After getting their drinks the due make their way back home.
Now, out of the crowded main streets, they could finally breathe a little, well, mostly Sanguinius.
“goddamn it, two hours, to freaking hours to get a smoothie!!”, Sanguinius complains while drinking her dragon fruit smoothie, “seriously, I should start wearing a sign telling people I’m not a real angel, maybe then they would stop bothering me with selfies!!”.
“can you blame them for wanting a selfie with a fabulous hawk girl?”, Izuku says and Sanguinius blush.
“don’t call me that!!”, she says, her face red as a tomato, “also they were really rude to you, can you believe that old geezer tried to bully you into selling me?!”.
“yep, some people have more money than brains”, Izuku says nodding, “remember that gall who offered you a million dollars to step on her?”.
At that, the ten fool tall angelic beauty shivers.
“I wish I didn’t”, Sanguinius says, “I tough I’ve had seen enough that time we caught that weirdo trying to steal my panties”.
“I think that was the same weirdo you sent flying”, Izuku points and Sanguinius groans.
“I should cut off his balls nest time I see him”, Sanguinius says, clearly annoyed.
“next time?”, Izuku asks.
“I just know that wasn’t the last time I saw him”, the angel answers, she then looks up to the skies, “man, I can’t wait till we get the permit so we can fly”.
“me too”, Izuku says, patting Sanguinius, “we better hurry, mom must be worried”.
A few minutes later, they get home.
“mom, we are home!”, Izuku announces as he takes off his shoes.
“welcome back dear”, Inko says from the kitchen as she looks at the clock on the wall, “you two are a little late, did something happened?”.
“same old”, Sanguinius answers with a sight, “producers, scouts, selfies and a pervert”.
“oh dear”, the rotund woman says placing a hand on her cheek, “are you two ok?”.
“we’re fine”, Sanguinius says, “but I could have gone without the two hours hold up for a smoothie”.
“two hours?!”, Inko exclaims, “sheesh!”.
“yeah, there was a Best Jeanist meet and greet going on not too far away from the store”, Izuku explains, “the streets were pretty crowded”.
“well, at least you two came home safe, now go take a bath dinner is almost ready”, Inko says, letting out a sigh of relief.
“dishes on me”, Sanguinius says before scooping Izuku and bringing him with her to the bathroom, “now come on mister, let’s take a bath!”.