章節 43: Chapter 3 - Internships & Choices: 1
U.A. High was rather empty. But then again, that was on purpose. It was summer break, and those not in any of the hero-related courses, I.E. General Studies, were on break. This left the school feeling a touch empty, minus the staff, who were busy setting up for final exams. However, within the breakroom of U.A. High, sat Detective Naomasa Tsukauchi, and Toshinori Yagi.
Both were wearing similar outfits, white shirts, and black ties though Tsukauchi's had white stripes going through it to break up the constant black, and black pants held by a belt. The two sat across from one another at a table, Toshinori on a couch, and Tsukauchi on a stool. They were five feet apart, and both had a relaxed yet tired demeanour about them.
"It's not often that you come here, Tsukauchi-kun, at least, not unless it's urgent," Yagi said, his tone low as he stared at the detective, who was slack in his chair, arms lazily resting against his legs as a small smile appeared on the man's face.
"You'd be correct in guessing that, Yagi-kun. This has to do with two things, the first being more pressing, while the second is about one of your students," Tsukauchi said as Toshinori's brows furrowed.
"One of my students…?" Toshinori asked as Tsukauchi sighed.
"The one with a record, Yagi-kun," Tsukauchi stated bluntly, making the man sigh.
"Ah… Young Kira. I see. Well, let's tackle the first thing, though. You said it was more pressing, yes? So, what is it?" Yagi asked as Tsukauchi nodded, clearing his throat.
"Right. So. Do you remember when I said we'd get a DNA analysis done on Nomu?" Tsukauchi queried, making Toshinori hum in thought.
"A DNA analysis on Nomu…?" the blond pro hero murmured, rubbing his pointed chin in thought as Tsukauchi nodded.
"Don't worry, I'm not asking for your help with the investigation, if that was even a problem, to begin with," Tsukauchi said reassuringly, Toshinori huffing, but remaining silent. Tsukauchi smirked, his expression returning to something more neutral. "Now, technically, this is leaking information. However, I figured that what we came up with is something that you have to know, especially regarding what the information is about."
A pit formed in Toshinori's stomach. The overtly professional tone that Tsukuachi was using meant that he was more serious than ever. It had been a while since Tsukauchi had used that tone with Toshinori. In fact, the last time he remembered him using it was when some evidence existed to say that All For One was still alive. Though, thanks to his brother outright stating it earlier, Yagi knew without a shadow of a doubt that All For One was still around.
But even then, All Might clung to a false sense of hope. Back when they were kids, Taisuke had a habit of lying to scare him when they were younger. Now, granted, he hadn't seen Taisuke in a long time, but even so, if he was even a fraction of the same person that Toshinori knew him to be, then there was a chance that Taisuke was lying to him.
"Yagi? Are you okay? You went a little pale," Tsukauchi asked as Toshinori cleared his throat.
"Sorry, I was just thinking about something. Go on?" Toshinori replied as Tsukauchi nodded.
"Right. Now, as I was saying. We're on the Ringleader's trail," Tsukauchi said, Toshinori's eyes widening slightly as the detective continued. "We've been trying all sorts of tests since then. From what we've tested so far, it's not just that he can't speak, he doesn't react to anything… there's not a thought in his head. So, we just ran a DNA test to find out what we could about his origins."
A grim expression came across Tsukauchi's face, bringing a photo out of his pocket to reveal a man. The man in question had short white hair, tan skin, and large lips like that of a duck, most likely related to his Quirk. He was wearing a casual grey shirt and was standing behind a height chart similar to the one you'd see at a police station.
"Goro Taichi. A petty criminal with a list of petty crimes. Nothing too major, and nothing that would put him on Japan's wanted list. Assault, extortion, burglary, robbery, running red lights, the list goes on for a country mile. But, notably, nothing severe like murder. He's a complete nobody, someone you'd never see doing something like this," Tsukauchi said, putting the photo back in his pants pocket. "So, colour me shocked when I find that there are four other people's DNA found drifting about in his body."
Toshinori's eyes widened to the size of saucers before a stern expression took over his face. "Is he even still human?" Toshinori asked as Tsukauchi shook his head.
"To call that thing human would be to call a squirrel a homo-sapien. Even the Heteromorphs, what with their changes to the human body, would consider Nomu a freak of nature. That's beside the point. We found out that his body was altered by a mix of chemicals and drugs. To put it simply, he's been bioengineered to tolerate multiple Quirks."
Tsukauchi allowed for that information to steep for a few seconds. "Multiple Quirks… that Shigaraki villain wasn't bluffing. But then again, most villains wouldn't be able to take that strain on their bodies from my attacks, even in my weakened state." "I see…."
Tsukauchi nodded, continuing. "Because of the bioengineering, his extraordinarily low brain activity is a result of that burden. However, that's not the issue here. While it is a morbid example of medical malpractice, the real issue is that the different DNA somehow led to multiple Quirks. Taking in additional DNA alone wouldn't result in extra Quirks. The only thing I can think of is that there was some other transference factor at play. One For All has made you quite familiar with that concept. I don't think I even have to say what I mean for you to get the picture."
Toshinori bowed his head as sweat accumulated on his forehead. "All For One… really is alive. He was right…." Toshinori murmured, earning a raised eyebrow from Tsukauchi.
"Who are you talking about?" Tsukauchi asked as Toshinori froze. Had he said that out loud enough for the detective to hear him? Sighing, Toshinori looked the detective in the eyes and frowned.
"My brother. I haven't spoken to him in a long time, except yesterday. I saw him leave the Sports Festival, and he told me that All For One was still alive. I doubted him, seeing as he had a reputation for lying the last time I spoke to him. I didn't believe him at the time, but now I have no choice but to say that I do…." When Toshinori finished his explanation, Tsukauchi hummed, a firm expression on his face.
Reaching down to take his cup of tea, the two sat in silence for a few minutes. After the tension in the air disappeared, Tsukauchi spoke up again. "Now, onto the next topic. Kira, and her criminal record." Toshinori nodded, holding his teacup up to his mouth, taking a sip, swallowing, then clearing his throat.
"What about it?" Toshinori asked, putting his hands on his lap. "From what I'm aware, the woman she killed, Kira Yoshikawa, was her mother, yes? I don't know the full details, but I do know that she had broken into Young Kira's residence, and attempted to take her life, at least, according to Kayama-san and Young Kira."
Tsukauchi nodded. "Yes. Typically, if someone were to have a Criminal Record, the HSPC Board would prohibit her from getting a provincial license. However, now that we have the security footage from Love Love Deluxe, and after analyzing it further, we've determined that it was a case of self-defence, even if Kira went a little overboard. However, due to one of her bombs still having ended up killing Death Arms, as well as a civilian, she will still have the two counts of Manslaughter. It's still better than having the First Degree Murder charge, which would've landed her a life sentence in Tartarus had it not been for U.A. stepping in."
Toshinori grimaced. While it was good news, that still would mean she was illegible for getting a provincial license. Which meant…. "She won't be able to be in the Hero Course for much longer. Is that what you're telling me?"
Tsukauchi sighed. "Yes. And if she is booted out of the Hero Course, I'll have no choice but to arrest her on those charges. Whether she wants to admit the fact that it was an accident or not, she still committed a crime and a rather hefty one at that. Manslaughter is something that we can't just shrug off."
Toshinori bowed his head. That was, until….
"But." Toshinori snapped his head up back to Tsukauchi, who had a small smile on his face. "Just because the HSPC will refuse to give it to her, does not mean The Speedwagon Foundation cannot make her an official agent, effectively allowing her to stay in the Hero Course due to a loophole in Japan's Hero Justice Laws." Tsukauchi paused, putting his cup of tea down while clasping his fingers together into a ball. "While she isn't of legal age to work with them, they can hold a spot open for her until she has graduated from the Hero Course, all three years. Then, by becoming an Agent of theirs, she can bypass the charges, seeing as she would be therefore working for the Government. While it might not be what she wants, it is the only chance she has at being a free woman."
Tsukauchi picked up the teacup, sighing. "Of course, it's a rather obnoxious loophole that criminals use to get out of prison time; I myself despise it. However, seeing as Kira is a student at U.A., and seeing as she was simply defending herself, and ended up getting two people caught in the crossfire, I do not see any reason why she can't use it to her advantage. Besides, it wasn't as if she killed those two on purpose. If that had been the case, then I wouldn't have even mentioned the law in the first place, and dropped the conversation after mentioning her list of crimes. She holds a great deal of promise, and with her being a Joestar, I—"
"A Joestar?" Toshinori asked, quirking an eyebrow. "I thought only Young Kujo was a Joestar? How can she be one as well?" The blond hero asked as Tsukauchi shrugged.
"I don't know the details myself. All I know is that upon doing a DNA scan of her, we found that she shared DNA with Josefumi Kujo and his family. That's to the extent that I am aware of her connection with the Joestars." Tsukauchi explained, taking a sip of his tea before continuing. "Now, as I was saying, she holds great promise in being a Hero, and I want to see just where this career of hers goes."
Tsukauchi's phone beeped. He paused, pulling out his phone, before frowning. "I'm sorry, but I have to cut this one short. I got a call to go check out." Tsukauchi said, shaking his head. "Seriously, these yellow bullets are becoming a lot more of an issue than I thought they were going to be. Well, thank you for the tea, Yagi-kun."
And with that, Tsukauchi left the breakroom, leaving Toshinori behind with two cups of green tea. "Eh, more for me."
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Gran Torino had to say, he was impressed! Impressed, because this Midoriya boy showed a decent amount of control over One For All. Compared to Yagi, who at this boy's age was still having full bone breaks while using the Quirk, Midoriya did not. Though, Sorihiko thought it a bit unfair to compare the two, seeing as Yagi's training was interrupted by her death, leaving him emotionally scarred.
It didn't help that that thing was watching them in the background. He calls it a thing because human it most certainly wasn't. Even so, at least it cared enough to help guide Yagi when he couldn't. Granted, it was down a path that could've twisted Yagi had Sorihiko not been there, but it was guidance into controlling One For All, anyway.
Still, as the dust settled, and as both Gran Torino and Dekiru stood in front of one another, both out of breath from their back and forth, Gran Torino smirked, clearing his throat. "Well done, Dekiru. While your control isn't perfect, it is still plenty more than Yagi had while he was your age."
Dekiru raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
Gran Torino scoffed, shaking his head. "Yes, really. Though circumstances were different. Had things not taken the drastic change they did, then it probably would've been different," the old hero thought, looking up at the ceiling for a split second, before switching the topic. "Here, now that I know your progress, it's lunchtime. I have some microwave ramen in the cupboard over there," Gran Torino continued, pointing to the cupboard by the bookshelf. "Stay out of the spicy stuff, though. That's mine."
With a nod, Dekiru walked over to the cupboard as instructed. Truly, Sorihiko was impressed. The boy had the Quirk for about 2 months, according to Yagi, and he was already able to control it. Granted it was only 5%, but with that 5%, he was able to keep up with him. Granted, he wasn't able to jump off of things and keep himself from falling flat on his face.
"Oi!" Gran Torino called out, getting the boy's attention. "After lunch, we'll be training you to hop from surface to surface! You're going to need to be able to zip around if you're going to be a proper successor of One For All."
The boy nodded, a smile on his face. Gran Torino smirked, looking away from the boy. Speaking of the boy, his hero costume. It was pretty basic, all things considered. No flashiness, nothing eye-catching, but it was what suited the job. It was a basic green and black jumpsuit with a hood on the back. Said hood had two pointed ear-things that looked like All Might's hair points, as well as a mouth-guard thingy. He also had two over-the-knee-high boot bracer things with red lace-up shoes. Oh, and he had a belt with a pouch to store things, for whatever reason he had to, along with steel shoulder plates.
As Gran Torino thought, it wasn't exactly eye-catching, but it was definitely colourful. It also matched his hair, so there was that. There was also the fact that he was a fast adapter. When they were sparring, he was analyzing his movements, predicting where he would go and trying to aim for there. 'Course, Sorihiko wasn't a hero for nothing and was able to dodge any and all of his attempts. However, that was beside the fact.
The fact of the matter was, the boy was a quick learner and a wicked smart strategizer. Though, he had to assume Yagi didn't pick him for that reason. He probably picked him for running in and trying to save that bomber kid from the sludge villain. While no one else was willing to jump in and save him, the boy did. But not just any boy.
The QuirkLESS boy did.
"Like Yagi in many ways. Both Quirkless, both wanting to help those in need, and both share the drive to do so. In many ways, they're cut from the same cloth, but a different generation. Let's just hope he doesn't have the whole "self-sacrifice" trait that Yagi has. 'Cause if that's the case, then things'll only get worse." Gran Torino mused, watching the boy make his microwave ramen. "We don't need another iteration of All Might. We need something new. Something fresh. We need someone who can bring change, not someone who keeps the status quo. I'm hoping Dekiru here will be the change we need."
When Izuku was finished with the microwave, he couldn't help but feel a bit of unease. He didn't know why, but there was a certain feeling in the air that made him feel… uneasy. As if something big was coming. He didn't know why he sensed it, but he did. Needless to say, it wasn't going to be good, either.
It didn't take him all that long to finish his lunch, seeing as it was microwave ramen. He put his cup in the garbage and waited for Gran Torino to finish his lunch, that being Taiyaki. When he was done with his lunch, they'd move on to more training. Izuku knew he was going to need it, after all, he was the next user of One For All. And if he was going to become a hero like All Might, he was going to do so by training himself to his absolute limit, no matter what the cost.
Was it a bit overdramatic to think that way? Probably, but in the end, he wasn't wrong. It was going to be hard, it was going to be gruelling, but at the end of the day, he was going to be better off with the training, rather than without it.
Besides, Gran Torino seemed like a nice guy. So why not? There was nothing that was getting in his way at the moment, right? So—
A buzzing sound went off in his pocket. Gran Torino whipped his head over to the boy, raising an eyebrow. "You expecting a call, Dekiru?" Izuku, thinking on his feet, nodded. Gran Torino sighed, shaking his head. "Well, Make it quick, we have training to do!"
Izuku dug out his phone from his pocket, giving Gran Torino a thumbs up. Checking the caller's I.D., he raised an eyebrow. Yoshihara Kira. "Why's Yoshihara calling me?" Izuku thought, answering the phone. "Hello…? Ah! Yoshihara, how are…."
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"WHAT?!"
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[1 hour and 20 minutes earlier]
Yoshihara didn't know what to think. A pit had formed in her stomach, so much so that it seemed… unreal. Her head was spinning, her mind was clouded, and all common sense had been flung out the window and into a shredder.
And why was that? Well, that's simple. Because despite everything that she had been telling herself knowing full well she was only kidding herself. Despite the truth of the matter staring her in the face for the longest time, she refused to see it. And when given the means to prove to herself once and for all that she was correct, she was scared to look. Scared, because depending on the stupid device's answer, her life would've been irreversibly ruined. Well, not ruined, but it would be halted for quite some time.
Of course, it was only a 50/50 chance. But nine times out of ten, Luck was always on her side. If her luck was still on her side, then that meant that there was still a chance that everything would work out in a way that benefitted her. That there was still a chance for her life to not be impacted by this lie every adult around her was worried about. There was no fucking way that she was pregnant.
The one time she had sex with someone that wasn't for the money, that was with someone she loved, that was purely about passion and showing one another just what that other person truly meant to them, would turn around and fuck her life over, would be the biggest, most awful way for the world to turn around and have the last laugh.
So, she prayed to whatever God that was out there that nothing like that happened. That she could just live a normal life while trying to be a hero.
Only for whatever God that had heard her prayer to spit in her face.
Pregnancy tests varied in accuracy, but this brand that Aizawa bought for her was clinically tested to such a point that it guaranteed a 100% answer regardless of how many times someone was to take it.
And the answer it gave her was a 100%, bonafide, yes.
And for the first time in a long time, Yoshihara broke down crying. She was utterly devastated. She didn't want this, to put it mildly. Sure, the idea of being a mother to a child was something she pondered about once. She had decided that if she did have one, it would be only when she had finished school and had a successful career. But now? No. There was no way she was doing this.
And yet… she wouldn't be given a choice in the matter. Japan's laws were so strict that they prohibited abortions outright, with only rape victims and victims of incest being allowed to get them. Out-of-country abortions were also banned, and if the government ever found out, the sentence for that was worse than the first-degree murder charge. 30 years to life in prison. Minors were not protected either. If you had an abortion and you were above the age of 13, you would be tried as an adult in court.
And it was all because of the Quirk Assurance act passed by the Prime Minister of Japan 20 years ago. You'd think that such a barbaric law would be voted out, but NO. All of those who got voted in liked the law, so it stuck, despite the protests, the angry chants, and the mobs on the internet and even some major pro heroes like Hawks, Yoroai Musha before he died, and other small-name heroes voicing their disdain for the law, the lawmakers didn't lobby for it to be voted out.
So, in other words, she was stuck between a rock and a fucking mountain. And the worst part? It was her fault. Not Izuku's. She had insisted on him NOT using a rubber the second time around. She had locked him into her when he came, and this was the result. She was so sure of herself that she wouldn't have gotten pregnant because of her period being two days past having been happened, that she let this happen.
Ugly sobs left the blonde as she gripped the sink counter. She desperately wanted none of this to be real, for this to be a lie so that she could go back to dismiss the reality of the situation. But now that the veil was dropped, now that it was shown to her in broad daylight, she had no choice now but to face the music, so to speak.
Weakly, she looked at herself in the mirror. Tears had stained her cheeks, and her eyes were red and puffy. The last time she had cried like this… well, she couldn't truly remember the full circumstances. What she did remember, however, was that she was a little, little kid the last time she cried this hard. She was noticeably paler, though she chalked it up to having been scared out of her wits. Because, truly, she was. She was scared. Scared of what the future would bring.
She chuckled to herself. "You really went and done it now…" Yoshihara muttered, wiping one of her eyes as she stood up straight. She couldn't hide this. Even if she wanted to, she couldn't. Izuku deserved to know, as did her mother and Inko. Maybe Josefumi and Karera, too. And the school's staff, obviously. But everyone else? Absolutely NOT. The last thing she wanted was to be judged by everyone. No one else needed to know outside of those who NEEDED to know.
And that was even if she decided to keep the baby, in the first place. Just because Abortion was illegal, technically speaking, she hadn't been to an official doctor in Japan. And, Gyro hadn't gotten a full report yet. So, if Gyro lied to Nedzu, then she could technically get the Abortion in the USA without having to worry about the Japanese Government arresting her.
Of course, that would also mean not giving Izuku a chance to voice his opinion on the matter. The last thing she wanted was to stab Izuku in the back like that. It wasn't as if having this child was going to kill her, so there was no real rush in having said Abortion.
So many things were flying through Kira's head in a second that it was giving the blonde an even nastier headache.
And it was then that her stomach grumbled. "Right. Food…" Yoshihara mumbled, sighing. She looked over at the pregnancy test, closed her eyes, then took it with her to her room. She got changed into a more comfortable set of clothes, that being a black baggy shirt, and a pair of white jeans, and that was about it. She put the test in her pocket, then walked toward and entered the elevator.
When she got to the ground floor, letting out a shaky breath, she walked into the main room and was greeted by a concerned Gyro. "Kira?" was all the doctor asked. She knew what he was asking, and so she nodded. The man sighed. "Do you wish to speak about it in private?" Once again, she nodded, to which he nodded as well, before looking at Johnny. "Okay then. Johnny, we'll need to talk about this after dinner."
And dinner they had. When she took the burger and fries off the counter, she didn't know what to expect, and after finishing the meal, she had to say that it wasn't all that bad. It was juicy, and it tasted good. The fries were okay, but then again she never really was a fan of potatoes. Even so, the meal was good. After dinner, she, Johnny, and Gyro got up from the table, put their plates on the counter, and went down the hallway, away from prying eyes and ears. The room they went into was labelled "Gyro's office" and when they went inside, she understood why.
It was your standard doctor's office. Bed with white wrap over the top, cupboards filled with medicines, a coffee machine, a sink, and a hazardous waste disposal bin. Gyro put on a pair of plastic gloves, which had been laid out on the table in preparation for something. She eyed him, to which he smirked. "It's a habit, don't worry about it. Besides, it makes me look more professional than I already am," the Italian stated, Kira, rolling her eyes.
"Will they be able to hear us?" Yoshihara asked as Johnny shook his head.
"I go in here to scream my frustrations from time to time. No one hears a damn thing. You're free to talk about whatever it is you need to talk about. Speaking of, uh… what is this about, Gyro. You never told me anything," Johnny asked as Gyro sighed.
"That's because the appointment was never finished. And now that I have the necessary information, I can conclude it. I take it that you took the test, correct, Kira?" Gyro asked as Yoshihara looked down at the floor. Silence, for all of five seconds. Pulling the test out of her pocket, she passed it to Gyro, who paled. "I… I see. So, it's positive. Hmm… that presents a problem."
"Wait… what?!" Johnny exclaimed, looking at Yoshihara. "I mean… huh? You're actually… wow, okay. So… who's the father?" Johnny asked as Yoshihara's eyebrows furrowed.
"I don't plan on keeping it," Yoshihara stated as Johnny frowned.
"I see… but, what about the laws of Japan? Are you really going to risk rotting in a prison?" Johnny questioned, his eyes narrowed as Yoshihara glared at him.
"Do you plan to report me?" Yoshihara questioned, meeting Johnny's narrowed eyes with her own. They stayed like that for a full two minutes, neither looking away from the other. Only after another minute passed did Johnny look to the floor, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he sighed.
"No. I don't. Even though it breaks international law, I won't," Johnny said, glancing over to Gyro. "But that doesn't mean he won't." When Johnny said that, Yoshihara whipped her head around to Gyro, who sighed.
"He's right. By LAW I have to. My contract with U.A. expressly states that I have to say nothing but the truth, or else I get both my licenses revoked, hero and medical," Gyro said, crossing his arms. "Don't get me wrong, Kira. I feel bad for you, and while I wish I could do something about the situation you're in, I cannot. Besides, It's not like you have any medical issues that'll make it so you HAVE to have an Abortion. You're perfectly healthy, and while you are a medically diagnosed sociopath, you show a level of compassion that wouldn't make me force my hand. After all, you chose to become a hero, which shows you have a level of care for those around you." Gyro explained, leaning against the counter behind him. "And because of that, I cannot refer you to an Abortion clinic in the state of Florida. This is without bringing up Japan's out-of-country abortion laws, which I'm sure you're aware of."
"So, you're saying that you won't help me?" Yoshihara asked, her eyes still narrowed. Gyro frowned, standing up straight.
"There's a difference between wanting to help, and cannot help. Believe me, Kira. I want to help you, truly, I do. But, just because I want to help you, doesn't mean I can help you. I would be losing my source of income, and I would be imprisoned for breaking international law. I truly wish that I could, but my family needs the money I make. I may be the number 1 pro hero of Italy, but I am not rich, and neither is my family. I barely make enough money to get by due to the several taxes my country has for heroes and doctors. By me breaking the law, I'll lose everything."
Yoshihara cursed under her breath, lowering her head again. "Besides, shouldn't you at least tell the father? I mean, I'm pretty sure he'd want a say in this, too," Gryo spoke up, crossing his arms. "Ultimately it's your decision. Do whatever you feel is necessary. But if I do this, I want to know that both you and the father consent to it."
Yoshihara's head snapped up like a whip. "…but I thought you said—"
"Legally, I have to say that," Gyro stated, a smirk on his face as his golden teeth peeked out. "You're a Joestar. I've killed presidents to save a Joestar from their rather crappy fate. What's aborting a fetus going to do to me? Besides, Johnny has my back. The Speedwagon Foundation has its finger in many pies. The Japanese government knows that they cannot mess with our affairs. If they try to go after you, just know that you got us to lean on," Gyro said with a shrug.
"However… you should also keep in mind what both the father and yourself think about this. I want to make sure both parties are in agreement, or at the very least the father of the fetus is at least in the know, and I won't make any decisions until I speak to the father, either. Am I clear?" Gyro stated a stern look in his eyes as Yoshihara nodded.
The entire time, Johnny remained silent. However, when Gyro was done speaking, Johnny spoke up. "Seeing as you are… well, Pregnant. I won't force you to do any training. I know from witnessing how my ex-wife was pregnant with Joseph that day-to-day life can be extremely tedious. The only thing I ask of you is to try and do whatever you think you can. Understood?"
"Yes, Kujo-sensei," Yoshihara responded, nodding as Johnny sighed.
"Kid, just call me Uncle Jojo. Seriously, we're family. None of this "Kujo-Sensei" crap. It makes me feel old," Johnny snarked, rubbing the back of his neck. Yoshihara hummed, before standing up.
"Okay… Uncle Jojo." Yoshihara had to cover her mouth so she could hide a smirk. Johnny noticed, and huffed, before walking out of the door. Gyro gestured her out the door, so out she went. While some of the pressure was now off of her shoulders, the fact of the matter was that she was still pregnant.
Yoshihara shivered. That was… disturbing to think about. "At least I might have a ticket out of this mess…." The blonde thought as she went to leave for her room so that she could call Izuku. That was, until...
"Hey, Kira!" Joseph's voice rang out to her. She stopped in her tracks to meet her cousin, a worried expression on his face. "Hey, are you alright? You looked pretty ghastly a few moments ago." There was genuine concern in his voice, but that still didn't mean he'd get the truth. At least, so long as everything went to plan.
"Oh? Me… I'm…. I'm fine," Yoshihara replied, turning to leave. Joseph placed a hand on her shoulder, which she immediately reacted to. "I said I'm fine, Joseph. Please…." Yoshihara said, sounding desperate as Joseph slowly retracted his hand. Just as she was about to leave, Joseph spoke up again, making her stop.
"Look. Kira, I know you're hiding something. That's fine, I'm not going to bug you. But… if you need to talk to anyone, especially seeing as Midoriya isn't here, you can talk to me, okay? Family always has family's backs, right?" Joseph said as Yoshihara smirked.
"You just quoted Fast and the Furious 7, you dweeb," Yoshihara snarked as Joseph's eyes widened.
"Wait, you watched FF7? I never knew!" Joseph exclaimed as Yoshihara rolled her eyes, walking towards the elevator, avoiding the purple-haired teen's questions. When the doors closed, and as the elevator rose to the second floor, the blonde closed her eyes, hundreds of thoughts flowing through her head as she frowned.
"How will Izuku react? Will he be mad? Will he be shocked? Happy? I… I don't know… and that alone scares me…." Yoshihara thought, biting the inside of her lip. Throughout all of this, she never once thought about Izuku. It was only herself, her feelings, and her way of looking at it. And granted, to her, it made complete sense. For all of her life, it was always been her, herself, and also herself. Never once had she had to think about others because as far as she was concerned, they meant nothing to her!
But this was different. And the reality of it all was slowly starting to hit her. If she was going to be in a relationship with anyone, especially Izuku, she'd have to actually think about things from another person's perspective. Would he feel the same way about it all? Or, would he object to the idea of her getting an abortion?
It was all so… difficult to process, especially for Yoshihara's one-track mind. Before, she never had to think about anyone else's opinion. In that regard, all of this that was sprung on by herself wanting to feel pleasure in a way she had not yet experienced, made by a selfish desire despite Izuku's warnings, never really stuck to her till just a few moments ago.
So, once again, she'd have to make a change. And while to some that would be easy, for her, it wouldn't be.
The doors to the elevator opened, and when they did, she exited the metal contraption. Walking to her room, she opened the door, entered her room, then closed it shut behind her. Walking over to her desk, she grabbed her phone and dialled Izuku's number. "I hope this isn't a bad time…." Yoshihara thought, tapping her foot on the floor, one arm over her chest as she gripped onto her arm while holding the phone up to her ear.
The phone rang for a few seconds before Izuku finally answered.
"Hello?"
"Izuku…?"
"Ah! Yoshihara! How are—"
"Look, Izuku. I'm sorry to interrupt you, but… there's something I need to tell you. Something I… I kinda hid from you and lied to myself about for the last two days. And, I won't try and make up any excuses for it, because I know that would be dishonest, not only to myself but to you. So, I thought that I should contact you about it because you have the right to know." Yoshihara paused, sucking in a deep breath, before exhaling. "I'm pregnant with our child, Izuku."
Silence. Complete, and utter silence surrounded the atmosphere of the call, as a small chill ran down Yoshihara's spine. Did she say something out of line? Did she say something wrong? Did she shock him too much and render him speechless?
And her answer was given to her in one clear, very loud, very shocked, and very, very confused… "WHAT?!"
Yoshihara recoiled at the reaction, but the one thing that she did notice in it was that there was not a hint of anger or indignation. Just pure, outright, confusion. She could hear a voice in the background, as Izuku muttered something of an apology to them, before turning his attention back to the call.
"U-uh… U-um… well…. I, uh… shoot. Look, Yoshihara, I… can we talk about this a little later? I-I'm really busy right now, and Gran Torino-Sensei doesn't want me on the phone right before training. So… uh… I'll call you after I'm done, then w-we can talk about this more, o-okay?"
Yoshihara sighed. That was to be expected, but at least he wasn't mad. That was all that mattered to her. "A-Alright. I… I love you, Izuku."
"L-Love you too, Yoshihara. Talk to you soon."
And with that, the phone call ended. Yoshihara sat down on the bed with an exhausted groan. She had had enough for one day. And with this whole pregnancy crap, she had a bad feeling that the rest of her days for the next nine months were going to be just like this, if not worse. Well, that was if things went down the gutter and didn't go the way she wanted. If she had it her way, she wouldn't be pregnant. But, that was an ideal world where the universe didn't always want to bend her over and fuck her over, repeatedly.
So, to pass the time for when Izuku was going to call back, she turned on Youtube, the non-hero version of HeroTube, aka the predecessor of that sight, and binged watched some old dead creator named CaptainSparkles. She nearly fell asleep around 3 hours in. The time was around 9:50 PM, and by that point, she got a phone call back from Izuku. Answering the call, she put the phone up to her ear and spoke.
"Izuku?"
"H-Hi… I, um…. So, y-you weren't joking when you said you were, uh… you know…." His voice lowered to a hushed whisper. "Pregnant."
"No, I wish I was, Izuku," Yoshihara replied, sighing as she looked up at the ceiling. "I was calling to get your opinion on what I should do. When I first found out, I… I immediately thought about getting an Abortion. But, then the doctor on site said I should call you first and foremost, and then make my decision based on what you said."
There was a long pause after that. She could hear Izuku mull things over on the other end through his mutterings. Eventually, after 10 minutes of muttering to himself, Izuku gave his answer.
"I… I honestly don't know. Can… can you give me a little more time to think about this? Because, I… my mind is cluttered right now. Can you… give me a week to think about this. Our internships are two weeks, so, I think that's fair, right?"
Yoshihara hummed, before nodding to herself. "Yeah, that's fine. Just… don't tell anyone. Okay? Please, izuku. Don't tell your mom, and don't mention it in passing to someone if they ask about me. The last thing I need is another controversy tied to my name, and ending up dragging you down with me. Okay?" Yoshihara stressed as Izuku gave an affirmative hum of approval. Yoshihara smiled, a wave of relief washing over her. "Thank you, Izuku. I love you, goodnight."
"Goodnight? It's only the mid-afternoon, though?" Izuku queried as Yoshihara snickered.
"It's almost 10 PM here, Izuku. Timezones, remember? It's technically still Sunday in America, you know?" Yoshihara said as Izuku made a puzzled yet informed "oh" sound over the phone.
"O-Oh, okay. Alright then, I love you, Yoshihara." Izuku said as Yoshihara yawned.
"Love you too, Izuku. Goodnight."
And with that, the two hung up. Yoshihara placed her phone down on the bedside table, then looked around for the light switch. She couldn't find one, scratching the back of her head. Out of options, she decided to try clapping, and then, suddenly, the lights went out. "Huh, neat." After that, taking off her top and pants, she crawled into bed with only her underwear on.
Summer was coming up, and by no means was she going to be wearing anything more than she needed whilst underneath a blanket.
And after around 20 seconds of staring at a wall, she was out like a light.
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