victory_road | Set 1

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Set 1 - Video

[The hell? How'd he end up here when he'd fallen asleep after texting Iwaizumi something stupid and getting called loserkawa again and told to go back to bed. Tooru is all levels of confused when the woman he knows isn't his mother is shooing him off out of the house that definitely isn't his.

After the confusing things are out of the way and he's told how the 'gear works, he immediately takes to whatever social media outlet would handle his whining. Not the maturest of things to do, but he's determined to get Iwaizumi's attention somehow if he's out there and there's no better way to get it than being a pest to him.]

Iwa-chan are you out there at all? This is one hell of a dream and it looks like it's one of the things that some of the Seijoh kids play.

[The camera points down to the Shinx next to him, looking a bit grouchy.]

Maybe I could just call you Iwa-chan, you look grumpy like him!

[The Shinx lets out a noise only described as a grumble, which only makes Tooru laugh and think the name even more perfect. He's going to keep the name, which he was joking about before to get the real Iwaizumi to come yelling at him for it, but now it's just too fitting. The camera points back to Tooru, whose cheeks are puffed out in a small pout.]

But if anyone's seen Iwa-chan-- Iwaizumi, let him know his best friend, Oikawa, is looking for him.

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[Shoto doesn't think twice about sending a picture of him gently pulling down the beak of a large talonflame in the selfie he's taking.]

That's me, and that's Kei. We will be there shortly.

[The shortly is pretty short considering the distance, but this also gives Shoto a chance to go back to his roots and see what's what in the area. True to his word, though, he's there as he is and Kei makes a singular sweep until Shoto tells him to land after recognizing the man from the video.

Kei doesn't stay around and the only other pokemon that isn't in its ball is a small, round bird nesting in a nest on the back of his backpack.]

You're Oikawa? Did you manage to find your best friend?

[Friends are important.]

[Oh... Oh no. Oh No. Someone please tell him that this guy isn't who he thinks it is, just with some kind of cosplay on.]

I'll be waiting by that house I got sent out of.

[And so he waits, hoping he's wrong and that Kageyama didn't show up before him and already got better than him at something else.

Once addressed, he shakes his head with a short huff. He needs to behave.]

Nope, haven't seen him at all. Tobio what are you doing in cosplay...? This some strange thing you picked up here?

[Wrong person Tooru, just eerily similar in appearance.]

[...Oh, no? Is that just a dialect thing? He's heard a few dialect things that've translated into odd ways to refer to someone here and he's not certain this isn't one of them. Well, no reason to be mean and correct him over a dialect difference.]

Ah, no. This is an outfit I was given by the woman who calls herself my mother and won't open the door after I'm gone.

[Either he's really into the character he's cosplaying or he just might not be that person. Science has it's top ten possibilities but will they ever know?]

[Now Tooru is visibly annoyed, and about ready to lose his damn mind at being toyed with. Either this place has made him insane or this was some bizarre thing Kageyama was into before, which would come as a shock since the boy was just as obsessed with volleyball as Tooru.]

Oh please, I'm not talking about the clothes, I was given those too but it's too cold to change into them. I'm meaning the hair and make-up. When did you give up on volleyball for something like this?

[So much for not being an asshole.]

[Shoto, in his entire life, has never been mistaken for someone else. That just doesn't happen where he's from and while it's normally a deadpan only time when someone looks Shoto in the face, at this point he looks a lot more like a certain something as he tries to parse out what exactly... like?? Does he know this guy? Did Hawks try to play a fancy trick and it backfired? Because as soon as he says makeup, his hand touches his lips and returns with nothing. His hair though?]

I'm not wearing makeup and

[Because he's never played Volleyball.]

When...? Never.

[Shoto checks his hair though, too, just momentarily. Nope. Still... red and white?]

I'm sorry. If you know me from school, I don't know all the students.

[Closing his eyes to take a few breaths before he goes completely feral on this guy, Tooru stops for a second to think and maybe listen to that nagging rational side popping up to tell him maybe Iwaizumi's right and he is actually a dumbass, and then ignores it. Somewhat.]

The only school we went to was middle school, at Kitagawa Daiichi... We don't go to the same high school. Tobio-chan did you lose your memory or something then...?

[He does, however, gesture to by his own eye as a way to point out that scar. That has to be make-up, there's no explaining it otherwise. Well. Aside from the nagging rational side telling him otherwise.]

Explain why you've got that make-up on your face then!

[Shoto continues to look confused until the following information before he realizes that there's an honorific and a definite school issue. He had certainly never gone to a school as a child. Ever. Like maybe in a car in passing because he had to go somewhere his father wanted and that's as close to a school and not private tutors that he ever got. He opens his mouth to make the correction and then his scar is being pointed out, so he shuts it again and waits. He doesn't mind, not only does this guy sound agitated about whoever he thinks he is, but the transition from literally your life to here can be jarring.

Okay, definitely not the same person.]

My explanation is that my name is Todoroki Shoto, that my scar is real, I've had it since I was very young and was born with my hair this way.

[The tiny bird pokemon on his back doesn't like the sounds of this kind of conversation and Shoto takes her into his arms instead to tell her that it's fine.]

I'm sorry, but I think I'm not the person you think I am.

[With a very glare-glancing bird, Shoto tucks her into his chest to hold her with one arm while he takes out his trainer card to prove that his name is as it is, picture is as it is and the pertinent information.]

Here, please.

[Wait-- hold up-- Tooru needs a moment or two to let all of that sink in that he was wrong after all, and was a jerk to someone who wasn't even who he was mouthing off to.

Now he feels just a bit like an asshole for being a brat, but also relieved that he's not, in fact, getting help from his dreaded rival he's determined to defeat as a setter.]

.... Oh-- you're not Tobio-chan. I, uh, sorry about that. He's just some brat back home that pisses me off.

[He gives a very awkward smile to the little bird, and then takes a long look at the trainer ID. Yeah that's not Kageyama after all. Iwaizumi is right, he's a dumbass after all.]

Ahem.. I'd still appreciate the help, if it's not too much.

[Time to lay on the niceness in return to smooth everything over and forget about this utterly embarrassing moment.]

[Shoto will wait. Sometimes it takes a little bit for someone to calm down after they've made a mistake. At least he's not Bakugo because somehow it'd still would've been Shoto's fault for daring to be born looking like someone else.

A brat that he calls an honorific? Midoriya comes to mind. Shoto also recognizes that the poor guy feels pretty bad about the mixup. It's not a stretch since he very obviously turned on the kindness full blast.]

I came to help, I won't deny you the help for a mistake.

[Or for any reason, heroes don't do that. If someone needs help it doesn't matter if they're an asshole or not. There's an easy way to fix this. He's seen it in movies and manga.]

What if we just started over? We can pretend.

[He'd be like that with Kageyama, but because this is his odd lookalike, Tooru's not going to turn that pettiness on Shoto. He can be mature, and also is a fish out of water in this place so being nice is more of a priority to get help here. His damned bruised pride aside.]

Y-yeah, thanks.

[A nod at the suggestion.]

Oikawa Tooru, captain of the Aoba Johsai boys volleyball team in Miyagi Prefecture. Let's just forget about all of that.

[Shoto has decided to seek out the alternate universe of Bakugo. This is fine. However, he's glad for the mistake being put behind them because the small stutter makes him worried it might not be for a moment.

That is one hell of an impressive title and if someone's introducing themselves with that kind of title, it means they're proud of it. So he keeps that close on hand and in his mind.]

It's nice to meet you, Oikawa. You can call me Shoto. This is Miu.

[Miu who gives a little flap and Shoto helps her back to her backpack nest now that she's sure things are fine. The backpack, though, is settled down carefully so that he can rifle through it much to Miu's annoyance even if she's set in like the yolk of a sunnyside egg.]

I've brought you some things to help get you started. I also brought some things for your pokemon if you'll take them.

A pleasure, Shoto-kun. And to you too Miu-chan!

[He is pretty prideful, and having been captain of that team was something he was extremely proud of, as well as playing with his friends on it for the past three years. So many memories to be proud of.

But before he can be lost in the memories, Tooru nods, and is shocked at the extra kindness as well. This definitely wasn't the brat he felt threatened by back home, not with this amount of niceness.]

Extra items? Ah-- sure, I will, if you went out of your way to get them, I won't say no!

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Rest in pieces shoto... Time to have him be mistaken for someone else

RIP them both because Shoto is an idiot.

This is going to be a trashfire and I love it, both of these boys are idiots here

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Oozes back late, dw ate this one