Summary: From
mafia boss to a pro hero. Tsuna is pretty sure there’s at least one big inside
joke about the situation he’s not privy to.
Alt. title:
“Tsuna’s Life Lessons”
Note: another
reincarnation fic? Another reincarnation fic.
Warnings:
Crack (Who Is Surprised?), Very Crack (I’m Talking Revenge-Levels Here), Written
At Midnight, Finished In An Hour, *Insert Delirious Cackling*, Yet Another
Reincarnation Fic, Prepare To Be Extremely Surprised, Someone Stop Giotto,
Tsuna!Endeavor, Ryohei!All Might, Giotto!Shouto, Cozart!Izuku, G!Bakugou.
Disclaimer: I don’t own
KHR or BNHA.
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In his past
life, Tsuna had learned many lessons, whether as a mafia boss for the most
powerful mafia famiglia or as a civilian kid.
He still
remembered them and lived by them.
Reincarnated into
another world? Not the first ‘other world’ he’d been to, he’d manage.
He burst into
flame when he was four? Been there, done that, didn’t get the t-shirt.
(He didn’t
even remember that time. But he did clearly remember the other million times.)
People
dropping into his life at age thirteen and dragging him off to lead some ambitious
life? It was best to go with them before they shot you in the forehead and made
you run around town in your boxers.
And that was
the case when a Yagi Toshinori, whom he recognized easily as Sasagawa Ryohei,
stormed into his life and excitedly pulled him by the arms to watch heroes.
And so Sawada
Tsunayoshi, now Todoroki Enji, was dragged like a blank-faced ragdoll into the
heroics business.
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Life lesson
#4 said that friends should share ANYTHING with each other.
Toshi-nii (as
he insisted Enji call him) shared his mentor, and his memories of his
'predecessor’ (there was a long talk about Quirk transferring that day),
Shimura Nana, with Enji. Enji was not surprised; 'anything’ included people,
and it happened quite a lot in their previous life.
Enji listened
attentively to his friend and honorary big brother and went on with his day.
(Life lesson
#4, addendum #1 declared that 'anything’ didn’t necessarily mean 'everything’.)
That night,
he scoured through every file he could get his hands on, which was a lot, he
was a former mafia boss trained by the World’s Greatest Hitman; when he wanted
to dig, he knew where to dig.
Eventually,
he found Shimura Nana’s son and his family.
She made Gran
Torino and Toshi-nii promise not to get in contact with her child, but she
didn’t say anything about Enji promising the same.
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“Enji…”
Toshi-nii, All Might, stared intently at him, “What do you mean your house
burned down?”
“Oops?”
Enji blinked innocently, “Such an unfortunate accident. Guess I need to
find another place to live.”
His next house
was an apartment conveniently next door to one young Shimura Tenko and his
parents.
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Life lesson
#2 was hammered into his head early on: use your physical appearance to appeal
to others, manipulate them, and make them do your bidding.
As Tsuna and
as Enji, he was 'blessed’ with a slender, youthful figure, with 'pretty’ and
'cute’ features, and the apparent inability to pack on a shit-ton of muscles. Hence,
he was able to use his figure to reach his goals.
(All without
shame. If his looks could stop people in their tracks and prevent them from
creating mass destruction, then less paperwork for him. Win-win.)
A simple side
pony tail with his red hair, and a bashful look from his blue eyes, coupled
with a slight pout, and he could topple armies.
And the Shimuras
were no armies.
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Speaking
about being a 'pretty boy'…
Enji,
Endeavor, finished off the villain with a flourish of his flames.
He restrained
the villain and whirled around, his hair flying in the air, skirt swishing
around his knees and heeled boots clacking, to be bombarded by questions and
shouts from the press and adoring fans alike.
Only a third
of them were interested in the villain’s capture, the other two thirds were
interested in the Flame Hero, the one officially declared 'The Most Beautiful
Hero’ by the media.
Endeavor was
graceful in his acceptance of the compliments.
(What he
didn’t like about the situation were the echoes of Reborn’s cackles in his head,
as if there was some inside joke he wasn’t privy to.)
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The first
life lesson he learned, however, was to fucking roll with the punches. Even if
they were delivered by apparent babies (especially if they were delivered by
apparent babies).
That was
Enji’s first thought when he opened his door and found a baby on his doorstep.
He was 100%
sure the whole universe was playing a prank on him.
He sighed and
took in the baby, noting the dual colored hair (the right half was white while
the left half was red, it was even split right in the middle! The universe was
clearly bored and feeling creative) and the dual colored eyes observing him.
Enji stared
back at the kid and pondered the situation. His life had played host to babies
turning up at his doorstep many times before, be they adults trapped in the
bodies of infants or actual infants. And the baby in his arms had that look in
his eyes, the understanding, focused, aware stare of the
adult-in-a-baby-body baby type.
Was he even a
good choice for a parent? He was a pro hero and was out of the house for work
most of the time.
Ah, well, at
least lil Tenko-chan would get a friend.
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He named the
baby Shouto.
Unlike his
first impression, Shouto was a fucking hellion.
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“Shouto,
I am disappointed in you.”
“Is it
because I’m wearing a dress?” Shouto pointed at the dress he wore.
“No. You
and I both know the dress is yours, stop trying to change the topic. What did I
say about putting ideas in Tenko-chan’s head about tying All Might’s bunny ears
into a ribbon?”
“Not to
do it?”
“Correct.
And what did you do?”
“Put
ideas in Tenko-chan’s head about tying All Might’s bunny ears into a
ribbon.”
“Exactly.”
“Papa…
you said you’d stop calling them bunny ears out loud.”
.
“Papa! I
want to become a hero to create a world where my beloved can frolic around with
bunnies without being afraid that someone is going to hurt him!” Shouto
declared as he tugged his 'beloved’ (a cute kid around Shouto’s age with hair a
fluffy mess, green eyes and freckles) close to his body.
While Enji
pondered what to say in response to what his son just said, another kid stormed
towards the three. He was around Shouto’s and the fluffy cutie’s age with spiky
blond hair and sharp red eyes. The newcomer pulled the cutie from Shouto’s
grasp and tugged Shouto from his collar to pull him far away.
“We need
to have words, Shouto.”
“Aw,
come on! You’re no fun!”
Enji ignored
his son and his son’s apparent new friend to focus on the cutie.
The cutie
smiled at him, “Hello, I’m Midoriya Izuku. Please call me Izuku.”
“Todoroki
Enji, Shouto’s father.”
The two shook
hands.
“The
angry one is Kacchan. Don’t worry, he won’t hurt Shouchan. That’s how he shows
he cares about Shouchan.”
Enji looked
from Izuku to 'Kacchan’ and Shouto and back again before he made his mind: he
was going to sign his son for some martial arts. Baby steps and all that.
.
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Years later,
U.A, Sports Festival,
Todoroki
Shouto stood atop the frozen robots, carrying Midoriya Izuku above his head in
a fashion that looked as if he was presenting Izuku to the world.
“BEHOLD!”
Shouto started before he was interrupted.
“YOU
FUCKING SHITHEAD! ARE YOU STUPID?!” Bakugou Katsuki came flying at them,
successfully freeing Izuku from Shouto’s clutches and punching Shouto to the
ground, “ARE YOU TRYING TO PAINT A FUCKING TARGET ON IZUKU’S
BACK?!”
“What?
NO!” Shouto screamed from near the robot’s feet.
In the
stands, Endeavor smirked, turned to the incredulous hero sitting next to him
and said, “Those are my kids.”
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End.