Voices of the Past @aglobuzzy
Unlikely Friendship

When Giyu and Sanemi got back to their apartment, they breathed out a sigh of relief.

“At least someone doesn’t think we’re crazy,” Sanemi said with a half hearted chuckle.

“That is a reassuring thought,” Giyu agreed. “Sorry I blew our cover.”

“Not your fault,” Sanemi assured him. “Besides, I reacted first back then.”

They fell silent for a moment. “Still, do you think it was safe to tell them that much?” Sanemi asked. “What if they turn us in? They intern with Endeavor, after all.”

“I trust them,” Giyu mumbled. “It seemed like they really were just curious.”

“I hope you’re right,” Sanemi grumbled, brows furrowed. Pochi, as if sensing his distress, waddled over and whined. Sanemi broke into a half hearted smile and reached down to pet her.

Giyu took out his phone and looked through it. “Missed a call from Tsutako. She told me to call back when I get the chance.”

“You go do that, then,” Sanemi said. “I need to take Pochi for a walk, anyways.”

“I guess we’ll meet back up in the evening, then?”

“Sounds good.”

Sanemi hooked Pochi up to the leash and quietly left the flat, locking the door behind him. Giyu redialed Tsutako’s number and waited for her to pick up.

“Hey, Yu-chan!”

Giyu smiled at the nickname. He was several decades too old for it, but there was something endearing about it. “Sorry for not picking up earlier, nee-san. What did you want?”

“Just checking in on my little brother,” Tsutako said over the phone. There was a slight clinking sound in the background. Sounds like she was cooking something. “Did you have a good day at work?”

“It was fine.” Tsutako didn’t need to know about how he ran into Shoto and Katsuki. He didn’t even tell her about his vigilante sidejob.

“Okay, what’s going on, Giyu?”

“Nothing,” he tried to insist, but Tsutako interrupted him.

“Yu-chan, you’re my little bro, and I have a Master’s in psychology. I can tell when someone is lying. You, of all people. If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s fine, but it’s better than lying.”

Giyu sighed. Tsutako was very perceptive. “Okay. I… I don’t want to really talk about it. But honestly, it’s nothing bad. You don’t have to worry about me.”

“I’m always worried about you. You’re my little brother.”

“Anyways, enough about me. How’s your job?”

“It’s all good,” Tsutako said. “You know I can’t tell you anything else, though. Patient confidentiality.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Have you made any new friends?”

Giyu frowned a little. “No, not really. You know I’m not good with these social things.”

“Yu-chan,” Tsutako sounded serious again. “I know you’re not a social person, but you need more than just me and Sanemi as your support system. It’s not healthy. You and Sanemi are very co-dependent from what I’ve seen.”

Giyu sighed. Tsutako was right, in a sense. With no one else to talk to, he and Sanemi spent a lot of time together even for couple standards. Didn’t mean he wanted his big sister to overanalyze his relationship with his boyfriend. “I know, nee-san. It’s just that we… have trouble connecting with most people.”

“I know, Yu-chan. Still, try to reach out to someone. Start online if that’s easier for you. I’ve got to go, but we’ll talk soon.”

Giyu sighed again as he hung up the phone. He wanted his sister to be happy, since she died so young last time, but neither he nor Sanemi were eager to interact with other people. Sanemi did his tutoring job remotely, and Giyu did his best not to interact with his coworkers. Tsutako was the only person they talked to on the regular.

Still, if today proved anything, it was that understanding was possible. Shoto understood, and so did Katsuki to a smaller extent.

Giyu went about preparing salmon daikon, mulling the conversation over. He pulled the salmon out of the oven, right when he heard the front door click open.

“You here, Giyu?” Sanemi called.

“Yeah,” Giyu called back. “I made salmon daikon if you don’t mind.”

“Sounds good. What did your sister say?”

“She wants us to actually interact with people other than each other,” Giyu said, trying to gauge Sanemi’s reaction.

Sanemi’s brows furrowed and he ran his hand through his hair. “I dunno… Just how are we supposed to do that when most people would think we’re insane?”

Giyu was silent for a moment, thinking. “Well, there are those two kids from today. They didn’t think we were crazy.”

Sanemi laughed humorlessly. “Probably the only two in the world. Not counting your sister.”

“Still, maybe it won’t hurt to see them again.”



“Did you find the book?” Izuku asked when he saw Shoto and Katsuki back in the Heights Alliance living room. Momo was tutoring Denki and Kyoka through some math problems, while Tsuyu and Ochako studied together. Everyone else seemed to be in their respective rooms.

Shoto and Katsuki exchanged looks. Do they tell Izuku that, while they didn’t find the book, they found something even better? Giyu and Sanemi specifically asked for them to not tell anyone.

“Of course we didn’t, Deku,” Katsuki said finally, trying to make his voice sound irritated. “We were pretty stupid to think we could.”

“Don’t give up hope,” Izuku cheered. “We can ask Kaminari to lend us his copy. He’d just need to drop by his house and-”

“It’s probably best to just drop this subject,” Shoto said, noticing Denki look over in interest. “It’s starting to distract us from our training. We can’t afford to get sidetracked by a couple vigilantes.”

He sent Izuku a look, a look that said, “not now.”

It was a smart cover, but Izuku understood the signal. He didn’t bring it up again, only shooting the occasional worried glance to them.

They probably could tell Izuku, but the news would have to wait until they were in a more secure place, where no one else could overhear. Izuku was one thing, who had technically seen them, but anyone else in their class would definitely violate the rule Giyu and Sanemi had set forth.

The opportunity to talk to Izuku presented itself late at night, when everyone else had gone off to bed. Katsuki had forsaken going to bed early just this once, earning him a spare odd glance from Eijiro.

“Will you tell me what’s going on now?” Izuku asked as they took a seat on the couches in the living room.

“We didn’t find the book,” Shoto started talking, “but we met them in person.”

“You did?!” Izuku said in shock, before lowering his voice. “I mean, you did?”

“Yeah,” Katsuki said, lying on his back with his arms crossed behind his head. “Tack-” he paused, wanting to switch to a different nickname, “Ocean Eyes works at the library of all places.”

“That’s a weird coincidence.”

“Yeah,” Shoto said. “We then met up with him and Shinazugawa, and they pretty much explained everything.”

They retold the entire story to Izuku, talking in hushed whispers. Izuku listened, captivated.

“We can’t tell anyone about this, Midoriya,” Shoto said. “They made us promise.”

“I’m capable of keeping secrets, so you better watch your mouth, Deku,” Katsuki said.

“I get it,” Izuku said, voice gravely serious. “Most people would probably think they’re insane.”

“That’s precisely why they don’t want anyone to know,” Shoto said, sounding sad. “By the sound of it, they had experienced that before.”

“That kind of stigma?” Katsuki clarified.

Shoto nodded. “It’s scary, honestly. When no one believes you even when you’re telling the truth.”

“It must get lonely,” Izuku murmured. “Not having anyone who could understand. Maybe it’s part of the reason they’re still vigilantes. They have nothing else to live for.”

“What are you suggesting?” Katsuki asked, eyebrow raised.

“I think Midoriya is suggesting… that we become friends with them,” Shoto said, voice blank.

Katsuki scoffed. “Look, fine, I’m not gonna turn them in, but they’re still breaking the law. I’m not gonna be buddy buddy with them if it jeopardizes my Hero career.”

“Besides, I sound like Tomioka’s dead best friend and Bakugo sounds like Shinazugawa’s dead little brother,” Shoto said. “Even if they try not to project them onto us, hearing our voices is probably still painful.”

Izuku thought for a moment. An idea suddenly came. “You know, I’ve been searching for clips of them ever since our internship. They seem to have some type of superhuman strength for people who don’t have strength enhancing Quirks.”

“What are you suggesting this time?”

“They must know some sort of special technique!” Izuku said, eyes sparkling. “Something even the Pros don’t know!”

Katsuki and Shoto looked at each other, perplexed. Then, what Izuku was trying to say dawned on them.

“You mean, we can learn that technique for ourselves, and become even stronger?” Shoto asked.

Izuku nodded vigorously. “Yes! The three of us can learn from them! I’m sure we’ll figure out a way to meet up.”

“And where do you come from?” Katsuki asked, annoyed. “You’re not even supposed to know.”

“You can just explain that you only told me,” Izuku waved it off.

“Well,” Shoto said, deep in thought, “perhaps learning a new technique could help us become better Heroes.”

Katsuki pulled out his phone, the bright screen briefly illuminating the room before he adjusted the setting.

“So, what should we do?” He asked. “Try to find them on social media?”

“I guess so,” Shoto said, taking out his own phone. “We should probably communicate through your account, since my old man can see who I follow.”

“You can make a second account, Todoroki,” Izuku suggested, already typing on his phone. “It was… Giyu Tomioka and Sanemi Shinazugawa, right?”

“Yeah, that’s right,” Katsuki said, sitting cross legged on his bed. Shoto was busy making a new account. “Think I found them,” he said after a minute, quickly sending a link to Shoto and Izuku through their group chat.

“They both only follow two people,” Shoto noted. “They really are lonely.”

“They follow each other, and…” Izuku said. “Some lady named Tsutako Saito.”

“Looks like she could be Ocean Eyes’ sister,” Katsuki said, glancing over her profile.

“I guess we should send them a friend request, then,” Shoto said. All three of them quickly followed the two Pillars. A few moments later, they were sent to a group chat.

Sanemi Shinazugawa, 11:17 PM- What the hell are you thinking, following us out of nowhere? Are you trying to get us caught?

Giyu Tomioka, 11:17 PM- And who’s the Midoriya kid?

Izuku Midoriya, 11:19 PM- Hello! I’m Izuku Midoriya, Hero name Deku! I’m a classmate of Kacchan and Todoroki. Don’t worry, they haven’t told anyone else! I’m just in the same internship as them, so I already sorta knew what was going on.

Sanemi Shinazugawa, 11:20 PM- Fine, okay. But you better not tell anyone else. 

Giyu Tomioka, 11:21 PM- By the way, Shoto, isn’t your name misspelled?

Shuto Todokori, 11:22 PM- It’s a second account so my old man can’t track it.

Sanemi Shinazugawa, 11:22 PM- Back to the original question, why did you follow us?

Katsuki Bakugo, 11:23 PM- We want you to teach us whatever technique you use to get superhuman strength.

Giyu Tomioka, 11:25 PM- Huh?

Sanemi Shinazugawa, 11:25 PM- You idiots! How are we supposed to teach you without getting caught? And why’d you even assume we want to teach you?

Izuku Midoriya, 11:26 PM- We are supposed to come in for internships at least two times a week, in addition to weekends. We can just do the same thing Kacchan and Todoroki did today and stop by after that before going back to campus.

“Should we tell them that we think they’re lonely?” Shoto asked, glancing between Katsuki and Izuku.

“Probably not,” Katsuki said. “They’d probably see it as an insult.”

A new ping came on the chat.

Giyu Tomioka, 11:28 PM- Alright. If you can, meet us at the same cafe as today. Text us the approximate time you’ll be there.

Shuto Todokori, 11:29 PM- Very well. We’ll contact you next time we are all available.

“The chat’s silent now,” Giyu said, tucking his phone away.

“Is it really smart to meet up with them again?” Sanemi asked, polishing his sword. “Especially since they brought that new kid in.”

Giyu closed his eyes, thinking. “What’s the harm? If this is a trap, we’ll be ready. I’m sure we will be able to escape if necessary.”

He paused. “And… Tsutako’s right. Maybe we do need the company. And those two are probably the ones who understand the best aside from nee-san.”

Sanemi sighed, not fully convinced. “Alright. If you say so. I just hope you know what you’re doing.”

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