Third consecutive update mOTHER FUCKERS-

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UNEDITED!!!!

Izuku felt bad. Motashiro has sat there, and he listened to everything. When Izuku calmed down, he didn't pester him to leave, or do something, he told him, "it's healthy to be angry when something like that happens. If you weren't angry, I'd be worried. Do you want to do something about it?"

He asked Izuku what he wanted. And Izuku wanted to kick the shit out of something.

"C...can we fight? I-I mean it's okay if you don't want to... you can just hold the sandbag for me, and I'll hit it, you don't have to ACTUALLY fight me or anything just help with the swinging and-"

"Izuku... it's fine. Don't worry. I don't want you hitting that sandbag anymore, I'll fight you. The canvas on the sandbag seriously scuffed up your hands. Speaking of which, are you sure you want to fight? Your hands are kinda out of commission... I don't want you to hurt them anymore," Mota spoke softly, openly worried, not hiding it like he usually did. But usually he hid it for their sake. Now he was showing it, for Izuku's sake.

Izuku have a weak smile, "Yeah, it's fine. My arms could be flat out broken, and it'd still go. I still have legs," he said. Though it wasn't entirely a joke, they still laughed. It made Izuku feel better.

Izuku pushes himself up, Motashiro helping. His entire being was sore, but he overpowered it. He was calmer now, but still mad. This was his way of dealing with it.

The bruising caused by Katsuki was pretty bad, but Izuku had had worse. This wasn't much.

Motashiro made sure Izuku was steady, then backed up and got in his own fighting stance. Izuku felt tense, and he knew he was supposed to relax, but Mota didn't correct him today. He just let him be.

Izuku steadied himself, then took the first swing. He pulled his leg up high, trying to kick Motashiro in the side or shoulder. Mota was a bit too tall for Izuku to kick him in the head, but that was probably a good thing.

Instead of dodging, or hitting back, Mota just caught his foot. He could have easily flipped Izuku here, but he didn't. He just threw the foot back around; the same way it came. Izuku took a steadying step back, but that was all. Izuku took another kick, trying to hit his side, but same thing. Izuku huffed, lightly glaring.

"Motashiro. Don't baby me. If we're going to fight, we have to fight. Now just me kicking you, and you resetting my stance if I'm fighting you, you have to fight back. If you keep doin this, you'll just be sore with no gain. You can't-"

Fwop!

"Agh!"

Izuku had been slammed flat on his front, his hands held carefully so that he couldn't use them, but they were restrained. "Fine. Fight me then."

Good.

Izuku flipped instantly, using an escape Alliko taught him. He wrapped a leg around the said of Motashiro's neck, while they were still on the ground, and pushed up and used it to swing. It instantly yanked the larger man down, an Izuku was practically crushing his neck. Mota quickly retaliated, using a free hand that wasn't crushed beneath him to reach back and grab Izuku's ankle. He pushed up, and Izuku tumbled off of him, and a few feet away.

Motashiro popped back up, pushing himself off the ground with force. Izuku scrambled to get up as well, stumbling a bit, but gaining traction. Past then, neither really processed what was happening. Izuku was going by instinct, and Mota the same, just remembering to go a little easy on the newbie. If he wasn't holding back, Izuku would've been KO minutes ago.

It had been around an hour, and even Mota felt exhausted by now. Heck, a thirty minute match is long as hell, and they just doubled it! Mota felt like they should've taken a break long ago, but Izuku wanted to fight, he'd stay up.

But by the end of the hour, Izuku was about spent. He just kinda wobbled to the stacked mats and flipped down onto them. Motashiro chuckled, disappearing into a room and coming out a few second later with two water bottles. The thin plastic crackled, and Izuku sat up, eager to give his burning body some sort of fluid.

They just kinda sat there and drank. Izuku felt a little awkward, seeing as he spilled his guts earlier, and told Mota everything. But Motashiro seemed unfazed, but did acknowledge Izuku's apprehension.

Mota capped off his water, setting it down next to him. He swung his legs a bit, the cold of the room and the mats feeling soothing for the minute they let their breathing calm.

"Listen kid- it's fine. I'm not gonna tell anybody anything. We've all got family issues. We've all been through the bullshit. It sucks. People like us tend to gravitate to each other, to form some sort of dysfunctional, but happy, family to make up for whatever parts of family we may have missed in our earlier years. It always happens. You just click with those people, and no one knows why or how."

Izuku just kept quiet, leaning back on the smooth green canvas. Mota was right, he guessed. Because their they all were. Some sort of ugly patchwork. But it was nice.

"Thank you."

Mota flinched, looking at the smaller boy.

"Thanks for everything, Mota," Izuku sat up fully, "I'm honored to be apart of the VCU ERJ."

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"Okay, uhm, I'm not so sure about this anymore-"

"Chill, kid, it's your last period. I'll even walk you in if you want, come on-"

"Oh, no, it's okay! I can-"

So Motashiro was at Izuku's school. With Izuku. Izuku felt bad about leaving, so Mota said he would drive him back, but now Izuku wasn't so sure. Was he in trouble? What would Kacchan say? What would Kacchan do?!?!

Izuku started to mumble, and mumble, and mumble. Most people would have told him to shut up by now, but Motashiro just chuckled, and shot a very embarrassed Izuku a gentle, humorous smile.

They walked into the school, Izuku keeping his head ducked down, feeling out of place with such an opposite person. Izuku looked like a wimp, Mota looked like a thug. Izuku was this small kid, Mota was a grown ass man with a huge scar down his neck.

Mota walked with Izuku anyway, seemingly indifferent to the contrast. He walked with Izuku all the way to his last period. There was only 10 minutes or so left, but he felt it best to still go and explain.

"You ready, kid?" Motashiro looked down at him, and Izuku was silent for a second. They could hear kids chattering inside. Other than that, the hall was dead silent. Izuku nodded, looking foreword and excepting that he just had to do this.

Izuku took one last glance to his side and-

"EEEEEH?!?!"

Mota wasn't standing there, but his mom was! "W-what, uh, what happened-"

"Izuku! Don't worry! It's still me!"

Wtf

It was.... Mota?

"Didn't Tora tell you?" Mota wished for an answer, but wasn't given one "I have a shapeshifting quirk. Tora has a variant of one. Did she seriously not tell you?"

Izuku just shook his head, wide eyed.

"Oh fuck"

Oh fuck indeed.

"That means you probably don't know anybody's quirks... well, we'll talk at our next training day. I think it's best you go straight home after school. Spend some time with your mom. Just- chill, and let me handle this. I can probably mimic your moms voice just by using the replicate of her vocal cords, so just don't say anything. I'll handle this."

Oh thank god he doesn't have to actually do anything-