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Aspirations
Chapter 23

“You started without me,” you said in a playfully grumpy tone as you marched over to where Vlad King was.

Most of the first years were gathered in the surveillance area along with their respected teachers. You could hear a fight echoing off in this distance. If you weren’t mistaken it sounded like Bakugo’s delicate voice in the distance yelling at everyone.

“You’re late,” Vlad King pointed out as he stared at you through his visor.

“Not my fault you guys started so early. Besides I only found out about, uh...an hour ago. I had to finish up some paperwork and clean up before I could get out to the field?”

“Eraserhead was supposed to have told you days ago.”

“Days?” You asked in disbelief as you looked towards Aizawa momentarily.

He had made it seem like the exercise had been decided right before school began. What was worse was that as he pretended to ignore your stare, you watched as a sort of sadistic grin appeared on his face. From what you could tell it may have had more to do with your aunt than with you though. She seemed awfully affected by the news. She had expressed a dislike of Aizawa springing the event on her back in the office. If looks could kill, Aizawa would be six feet under ground now.

Huh.

You couldn’t help but wonder what was going on there. Why was Aizawa seemingly determined to annoy your aunt?

As you tried to piece together the silent war between Aizawa and Recovery Girl, you paid attention to the boards set out for viewing. One kept the score and other two had surveillance cameras set up. With how large the screens were even the small sections, from how it was split up between the different cameras, were the size of large TVs.

Bakugo’s match was brief. From what you could tell the groups were given 20 to do something with 4 people. His team ended it all in 5 minutes. You figured it had something to do with putting the other team in jail.

“Flawless victory,” you said in a slightly dramatic voice.

Not that Vlad King appreciated it. After all, Bakugo’s victory marked a loss for his class.

“Flawless?” Monoma piped up from beside his teacher. “Hardly! Did you see how reckless he was?! How aggressive?! Hardly fitting to be a hero!”

“Did you see how smoothly the team worked together?” You shot back. “Cause I got here at the last minute and I could even tell they blew it out of the park. They got the job done even with Bakugo being a little shit. Personally I think the quicker a hero can work the less casualties or victims there ends up being. Not to mention they can solve multiple issues in a day if they’re being efficient.”

The blond did not like your assessment. Neither did his teacher. Vlad King’s fanged frown pressed tighter at the corners of his mouth. His arms crossed over the large expanse of his chest. You patted his elbow with a reassuring smile.

“There’s still another round for 1B to overtake 1A, chill. Besides getting their asses handed to them now so they can learn about their weaknesses is better than doing it in the field right?”

He nodded. He still didn’t look happy about it but at least he agreed with you. You stayed by the big grumpy boy as The groups started to switch out. You watched as the blond with an inferiority complex started off, end tails fluttering in the breeze.

“Monoma!” You called out, suppressing a laugh. “Break a leg!”

The inside joke made Monoma laugh as he walked off and it finally got a wicked looking smile out of Vlad King. The blood manipulator put a hand on your shoulder after a couple pats as you and he went back to watching the screens like hawks. All of which Aizawa was witness to; none of which he was exactly thrilled about.

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The man underneath your hands seemed more comfortable on the massage table than perhaps the average person. Then again confidence and a sense of security in one's abilities came with the job of pro-hero. Being the number one hero in all of Japan, a country that was flooded with them, meant that Endeavor was exceedingly comfortable in his own skin. Whereas most people might get flustered with how comfortable he was in his birthday suit, it honestly just made your job easier.

After working on him for the last ten minutes, you finally coaxed the first sound of satisfaction out from between his lips. Thankfully as he was on his stomach, he wasn’t even offended by the amused grin you gained at the sound. He was such a large, stoney guy that hearing him succumb to the pleasant sensations of a massage amused you. The smile faded in its own time as you focused on the work you were doing. Though to say that a pleasant look left your face entirely would be a lie.

“Are you comfortable with me massaging your glutes?” You asked him quietly while you worked on the back of his thighs still exposed by the towel.

Endeavor wasn’t a very talkative man. That was something you were used to from both him and others. Which was why you kept your eyes up towards his head to see his answer. Though considering he was laying on his stomach, head movements were a little awkward. You heard him give a short yes. The next question you asked was the follow up question; connected to the first and no less ethically important. Endeavor was a fairly new client all things considering. Despite the fact that he was seemingly comfortable where he was, you didn't know where his boundaries were just yet. After a couple sessions of the average amount of touch that most people had no objections to during a massage it seemed to move on to see what he was and was not comfortable with.

“Would you prefer I massage over the towel or would you like for me to remove it?”

"What's more effective?" he grumbled in return.

"With my hands? Without," you answered honestly. "However with tools such as hot stones, the towel provides a more comfortable material against the skin."

Though considering the level of heat his body could naturally handle, you weren't sure you could safely heat up anything to come close. Which was why you hadn't actually tried to or offered it before. It was better for a client to be slightly unaware instead of disappointed in your perspective. Still, considering that he had asked about the effectiveness between towel or no towel it felt right to bring it up for an explanation. Hopefully he didn't inquire further about that particular tool because you wouldn't want him to be disappointed if they didn't turn out warm enough to help considering his quirk. Oh well.

You politely stepped back as he reached down to adjust the towel, leaving it open. You moved back in and got started on helping. Though you focused more on the glute muscles, you continued to massage the others in the area that were connected. You made sure to pay attention to the inside of the knees as well to help with the tendons and ligaments. Every couple of minutes you used your quirk to go in and help sooth out and repair small things; nothing overboard, just helping to fix some of the ill effects of aging and straining the body had.

"Has Shouto focused on training seriously?" Endeavor asked in a sort of grumbly voice.

You paused for a moment as you looked up towards the face of the man underneath your hands. "With all due respect, sir, I can't answer that."

"Weren't you assigned to his class?"

"I was," you answered honestly. You still had no idea how he actually knew that or how he found out about you but oh well. "I'm with a different class now. Though I maintain a relationship with 1A."

"Have you seen him practicing with his left side?"

As far as you knew, he definitely had been. Though you could also tell that the aspiring hero favored the ice part of his quirk. He was far better at it. You pressed upwards on Endeavors' lower spine as you made a contemplative sound. Were you supposed to talk about the students outside of class? You had a distinct feeling that you'd get the stink eye from Aizawa if you did; Principal Nezu was on the side of caution when it came to giving out information as well.

"I know you're his father, I get that you're invested in his future, but I'm not sure what he'd want me to tell you. Even though I don't know as much as his actual teacher as far as his hero progress goes, I don't want to come across as a spy. My loyalty has to be to the students first," you finally told Endeavor in a quiet voice. "Do you want me to tell him to give you a call or something?"

"It won't make a difference."

Now that comment made you concerned. You tried to understand what he meant by that but there was so much you didn't know about the family, so much you didn't know about the students in general. You weren't exactly their therapist of course but it felt like Nezu wanted you to form a personal connection with all of the first year students. Plus it was only human to want to help the people you were in contact with so often. Or at least know of the issues going on in their lives just in case anything ever came up. Perhaps that was just your own preferences, however, seeing as you had a tendency to want to be nosy and to help people all at the same time.

"If you'd like, I can work on the front of your torso," you told him as you tried to mull over his prior words.

You turned your back to grab at another small towel while Endeavor turned himself over. Without making a big fuss about it you simply laid the towel out over the only area you, personally, weren't comfortable with being exposed during a session. As you started on his trapezius muscles, you still rolled over Endeavor's dismissal in your head.

"Why?" you finally asked. "Why wouldn't him giving you a call make a difference? I thought you wanted to know about his training; he could tell you."

"Shouto won't tell me about his training."

You tried to hide the surprise from your face but you weren't really good at hiding your emotions; at least not ones like that. Endeavor made a sound akin to a grunt as you worked up to his jaw. You gently rubbed at the fine muscles in his face as you tried to think of the best way to help with that. Like you'd told him just a moment ago - your loyalty needed to be to the students first. If Todoroki wasn't speaking to his own father about training to be a hero, it wasn't the end of the world. However, in this case, he was also neglecting one of the biggest avenues available to his success by doing so. In Todoroki's case speaking to his father about his training could only benefit him. He could learn a lot from the hero that had maintained being the number two his whole life and had recently gained the number one slot.

"I'm guessing there's some history behind that," you spoke, moving down to the pectorals. "Don’t worry - I'm not a therapist or even a guidance counselor so…I’ll stay out of it.”

For as long as you could at least. You were only human. And as Aizawa and Nezu pointed out, Nezu in a nicer way, you had a hard time keeping your hands away from people that needed your help. After that family dinner and the bit you just got it seemed like the Todoroki family needed a lot of help. Just of a different variety than you normally handled.

“I know your job is taxing,” you spoke a minute or so later, “but you should try to relax some more. I can practically feel how long it’s been since you relaxed last.”

You were teasing on the last part, though it was true. He was round up tight. You had a feeling that the last time he relaxed was the last time he came in for a massage. Even still he felt like he was on guard somehow. Not that you could blame him - he barely knew you and he’d already put himself into a vulnerable position.

“I recommend soaking in some more baths. Or maybe a hot tub, I don’t think they make baths big enough for you.”

Based on that glare you were going to surmise that he didn’t appreciate your teasing tone. You smiled at him anyways. At least you resisted sticking your tongue out at the Hero.

“I am serious though. You need to take care of yourself like you take care of us. Soaking in a hot tub or springs regularly would go a long way to maintaining your health,” he wasn’t getting any younger and his profession was very physically taxing. You walked away from him so that you could go rinse your hands. “Either way, have a good evening Endeavor.”
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