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You can Hide, You can Run, but You can't dodge the Feels

Summary:

A bunch of oneshots of Izuku x (insert girl here). It might be romantic or it might be funny. It might have a story of the girls falling for him or they might be a war going on. Whatever the case Izuku goes through some shenigains and the girls are falling for him. either intentionally or not. Tags might change....Yeah I don't know what else to put here.

Don't expect weekly updates, I'll update when I can.

Notes:

Mina interrogates Ochako on why she isn't in a relationship with Izuku yet.

Chapter Text

“Tell me again, why haven’t you two become a couple yet?”

“And for the last time, I don’t know what you mean”

It has been a peaceful semester for our heroes, after Shigaraki accidentally got a safe dropped on top of him, the heroes no longer have anything to fear and they can continue with their lives free of the LOV.

During those peaceful time, Izuku Midoriya has been more focused on becoming a hero and enjoying his time with his friends. Eri, an additional member of their group, is being cared for by Izuku himself and the little girl has been seeing him as a father figure calling him ‘Papa’

So Izuku has been taking good care of Eri, but of course, the little one has to have a mother figure while it was debatable, the little girl seems to gravitate towards Ochako.

This now leads to Ochakos’ situation in which Mina dragged her and the other girls to her room to interrog---to ask some questions

“Come on! You two are always together, You two go on ‘dates’, you two have nicknames, and more importantly!” Mina pointed at Ochako herself who was wearing an All Might hoodie “You’re wearing his clothes!”

“And let’s not forget you two have been taking care of Eri” Tooru added

“Thank you!” Mina cheered

“Mina is this really necessary?” asked Momo rubbing her forehead “Sure the two are close, but can’t we just let them be?”

“Never!” yelled Mina defiantly “I can taste the love that’s leaking out of the two of them”

“Gross” said Jirou

“Shush”

“Look Mina” started Ochako “Sure we are always together, but that’s because we’re best friends. We don’t go on dates, we just hang out, sometimes we take Eri with us. It’s just that. Two friends hanging out. He only calls me Ocha and I call him Deku--”

“LIES!!” Interrupted Mina

“Wha?”

“You two call each other ‘babe’ or ‘honey’! If that’s not true then let God strike me where I stand!”

Momo was about to create a baseball bat but was stopped by Jirou. Shaking her head she just gave Mina a disappointed stare.

“No, we don’t!” Ochako yelled with a blush on her cheeks “That has never happened!”

Silence

“I don’t know. *Kero*” Tsuyu who was quiet this whole time finally spoke “I have caught you call each other honey that one time”

“Eh?”

-Flashback a month ago-

Tsuyu was going to the laundry room to get her clothes out of the dryer, before opening the door she heard Ochako’s voice

“Look all I’m telling you is that If we use this conditioner, we’ll save more”

“And I’m telling you that if we use this, it will smell good. Plus it’s not that far off from that one” argued Izuku.

“IT’S 5 YEN MORE EXPENSIVE!”

Tsuyu raised her eyebrows at the strange argument between the two. She was about to open the doors and come in

“*sighs* Fine you win babe, but can you at least consider it?”

“You just want it, because it’s All Might theme” Izuku nervously chuckled at that “But fine, I’ll consider it honey”

“Thanks”

Not wanting to ruin a moment, Tsuyu just turns around and walks away

-Flashback End-

“AHA! I CAUGHT YOU WITH YOUR BS!” Mina yelled happily

“You’re really passionate with this” deadpanned Jirou

“Shush you” Everyone then turned to Ochako who was a blushing mess. She did not remember calling Izuku honey nor him calling her babe. Oh sure she remembers that argument it was one of the funny arguments they had over the past months, but she can’t recall ever calling him ‘honey'.

“I-I don’t remember that! Maybe Tsu just heard wrong”

“No, I did not”

“Well, I don’t remember it!”

“Also” everyone turned to Momo “How about that romantic dinner you two had?”

“The what now?” Ochako confused but was overshadowed by Mina

“Deets Girl!”

“Well…”

-Flashback 3 weeks ago-

Momo was walking down the stairs to get to the kitchen to get some water, she then heard people talking and she slowly walked down

“It’s been long since we last did this” said a male voice

“Last time we did, you burned the noodles” said a female voice, but with amusement behind it.

“That was one time!”

Momo pressed herself at the wall and looked around the corner and was shocked at what she saw. Izuku and Ochako was at the dinner table with the lights dimmed and a small lit candle between them, in front of them was a plate of spaghetti and grilled cheese.

“Yeah…but you still burned it though” said Ochako taking a bite of the grilled cheese

“….Coming from you, you almost blew up the oven” Izuku remarked while taking a sip of his soda.

Ochako almost choked, but was still able to whisper-yell “That was Kaminaris’ fault and you know it!”

“Kaminari wasn’t even there!”

Ochako crossed her arms and huffed “Whatever” Izuku just laughed and Ochako soon joined him.

Not wanting to ruin the moment Momo slowly walked back up.

-Flashback End-

Mina smiled. That oh so devilish smile that she has when her matchmaking senses go off, she slowly turns to Ochako who gulps at the smile she was giving. She opens her mouth to explain, but Mina grabbed her shoulders and began to shake her

“WHY. AREN’T. YOU. TWO. DATING. YET!”

“HELP!!”

Tsuyu wrapped her tongue on Minas’ waist and pulled her to a chair. Momo then created some acid-proof rope and tied her down

“You can’t keep me tied down forever! I will escape! The truth! The love! They all must be revealed!” Mina began to thrash around wildly

“You need a boyfriend” Jirou remarks

-30 minutes later-

“Ok, I’m calm” Mina said calmly after being released. “But seriously, why are you two not a couple yet? You two literally act like a married couple at this point!”

Ochako sighed, sure she and Izuku have been close. But a relationship is just….way too much a commitment. She wasn’t sure if she was ready for it. She has to be a hero and take care of her family, and then Eri came along. That little sunshine just brought the two of them together and the two have been inseparable since. Were they together though?........Nah, they were just very, very, very close friends.

“Look Mina, we’re just close friends”

“BULLSHI--”

*Knock*knock* “Mina? Have you seen Ochako anywhere?” Izuku’s voice came behind the door.

“I’m here Deku!” she opens the door to see Izuku standing there, seeing her he smiled “Hey, you still good for tonight?”

“Of course! Can’t actually say no to a movie marathon”

“Okay, okay. See you tonight babe”

“See ya, honey”

She gently closed the door and turned back to her friends, who were giving her deadpan looks, even Tooru who she couldn’t see gave off the feeling.

“Uhh guys?”

“LISTEN HERE PINK CHEEKS!”

“Oh boy” this was going to be a long afternoon. Hopefully, she could still make it to her date—hang out. A friend hangout…..Dammit, Mina.

Chapter 2: Nightly Kisses

Summary:

Izuku keeps getting kissed while he's asleep. He tries to catch the culprit, but it just keeps getting worse. Can he flee?

Notes:

I got bored and stressed. It's exam week and this is pretty much how I will destress myself.
Warning: This chapter may be a bit rapey, not in a sexual way. But things are happening while he's sleeping/without his consent. If you don't like that kind of stuff then don't read this chapter. You have been warned.

Also, U.A. is a university. Why? Because we don't lewd kids.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Many things have happened in Izuku Midoriya’s life, many of those he could count as him just having bad luck, good luck, pure coincidence, terrifying, or just plain weird. He never thought that he would be able to cross ‘Eat All Mights’ hair’ in his bucket list. There are plenty more weird things that have happened in his life.

One time he was thirsty after training and then suddenly a vending machine landed right in front of him, after confirming he wasn’t attacked (God knows how many times he’s been attacked now) he looked at the machine and saw that it was still functioning, after buying a soda he just walked away.

Another time was his clothes suddenly go missing, his shorts would be missing for two days then suddenly appearing on his bed folded, there was also his favorite hoodie which was gone for four days then just like the shorts, they suddenly appeared on his bed. His underwear though…..they were never seen again. No matter where hides it, his underwear just vanishes. He wanted to report this to the teachers but it didn’t seem dire, it was only clothes. It was bothersome to go buy a set every week.

We’re getting off-topic here, the point is many weird things have happened to Izuku, but this has got to be the top 1 of it all.

Izuku just woke up so that he could go to his morning run, lifting the covers and headed to the bathroom he faced the sink to brush his teeth only to stop and look at his reflection.

This just couldn’t be, was he still dreaming? Was he hallucinating? Was this a prank? Thoughts like those circled his mind as he kept staring at this reflection or more specifically on his neck.

On his neck….was a red lipstick mark.

He must be dreaming…..right?

He reached his hand to the mark touching it and rubbing his fingers a bit, bringing it to his face he could see his fingers a bit red.

This was no dream

Someone kissed him while he was sleeping

With their lipstick

…and on a spot that everyone could see

He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his head

And screamed

-10 Minutes Later­-

After screaming at the bathroom he decided to just head to his morning run, no one was awake during this hour, maybe Iida but just like him he also goes to a morning run, so he probably would be out right now.

Faith of course just gave him the middle finger

As he approached the common room he could hear the voices of multiple people. His eyes widened and he turned around and was about to walk back up the stairs when suddenly

“Good morning Midoriya-kun! I hope you slept well!” Iida of course decided to greet him, turning around he could see Iida at the very bottom of the stairs. He sighed and decided to face the music.

“G-Good morning I-Iida-san.”

He waited for someone to just comment on it and then would just spiral to another yelling competition and someone shaking him for answers

He waited

And waited

He blinked. He looked at Iida who was on his right, he was talking about how routine exercise is beneficial and is a great example for their future. The mark was on his left and Iida was at an angle that the mark could not be seen from his side. Looking around he could see the rest of his classmates were busy and was not paying attention to him. He briefly sighed, maybe he could get out of here safely.

“MIDORIYA YOU BASTARD IS THAT A LIPSTICK MARK?!” screamed Mineta whose cereal was now all over the place.

‘Never thought I would say it but, goddammit Mineta’

“Sorrygottagonowbye!” he yelled as he just sprinted out of the dorms.

-Later that night-

Thankfully he was able to remove the stain before class starts so that there wouldn’t be any more issues and no rumors to spread.

Locking his doors and windows he was about to go to sleep, but his mind was still on the lipstick mark that was left on him. Who kissed him? Why? And how did they get in?

He shrugged, maybe it was just a prank. There’s no way a girl would want to kiss him anyway.

He closed his eyes and fell asleep. Not noticing his door slowly opening.

-The Next Day-

Izuku’s eyes opened and he sat up. Stretching a bit to get that last bit of sleep out of him.

Once he was in the bathroom he stopped, afraid that another stain was on his neck. Taking a deep breath, he prepared himself. He looked at the mirror and….sighed in relief. No kiss stain, no lipstick, nothing.

Smiling to himself he then brushed his teeth and went back to his room. Taking off his shirt he threw it into his laundry basket, he then looked at the mirror that he has in his room.

He bulked at what he saw.

On his chest and abs were not one, not two, not even three. But 6 green lipstick stains.

“How?” his voice was so hollow that he didn’t know if he said it.

-Later that night-

He was going to do it.

He was going to catch whoever this was, he already drank 2 mugs of coffee and 2 bottles of energy drinks.

He sat down on his bed cross-legged and waited.

And waited.

And waited.

And waited

He looked at his clock and saw that it was now midnight. He sighed, his stomach grumbled a bit hungry

“Here you go” someone behind him said and gave him an energy bar from behind.

“Thanks” he grabbed it and opened it, he moved the snack to his mouth but stopped. Eyes widen in realization he moved to turn around, but the person was quicker and wrapped an arm around him while a hand was pressed to his face, he inhaled and then realized that the smell of chloroform hit his nose. His eyes were then heavy, the only thing that he remembers was something soft pressed on his back.

-The next day-

Izuku’s eyes snapped open and he stared at the ceiling for a moment, he slowly sat up and looked around, nothing was out of the ordinary, everything seems fine. Did he dream all of that? Maybe. He moved his feet off the bed, but was startled when his foot pressed on something, looking down he saw an energy bar….on…the..floor…..

He didn’t dream it.

It was real, someone knocked him out.

He bolted to the mirror and took off his shirt almost ripping it, what he saw made his eyes almost bulge out of his skull.

His torso, his neck, and his cheeks were covered in ruby red lipstick.

He screamed so loud that he, Kirishima, and Tetsutetsu were in a screaming match

-Later that day-

Izuku groaned awake, he looked around and found the familiar room of the nurses’ office that he got acquainted with. He sighed as he remembered what happened. They were doing another exercise where it was a 5 vs 1 scenario, it was him versus Todoroki, Iida, Sero, Ojiro, and Shoji. He won the match, all tired and bruised but he won. He was dragging the 5 students with blackwhip because they were all unconscious. Kaminari being a bro reached out for a high five, Izuku raised his hand but he didn’t know that Kaminari had a cold and when their palms touched. He sneezed.

Giving him and the 5 students, he was dragging a shock of a lifetime.

If they weren’t unconscious before they were pretty knocked at after that, especially Izuku who just laid at the grown.

The teachers might have dragged them back to the nurses’ office after that and now here he was.

He sat up and went out of the bed, Recovery girl noticed him move and checked on him. Saying ‘Good thing you didn’t broke any bones, If you did then you’ll be getting a bonk in the head young man’, he pretty much just translated it to ‘Glad there’s nothing serious, be careful next time'

He went to the locker room to change and take a shower.

He was removing his suit as his mind began to think of the recent events that were happening, specifically the kisses.

The unknown attacker(kisser?) always went to his room and kissed him in his sleep, if he was awake then they will just knock him out. Should he notify the teachers?

Nah, this was his problem. It’s not like the whole school is in danger. Whoever this was, was only focusing on him. It was pretty harmless though, it was still an invasion of privacy, but he will solve this problem.

Maybe whoever this was, just wanted to kiss somebody. Maybe for a quirk? If it was then he would be happy to help even if he had to…..kiss…them…

He slapped himself after removing the top part of his hero costume.

If I can help them, then I will.

He lowered his arms but stopped as he noticed something that was at this point was familiar to him.

On his forearm was a pink lipstick stain.

He went to Aoyamas’ locker, fortunately, it was unlocked. He will have to apologize later for invading his property but he knew that his classmate had a mirror in his locker. Opening his locker he looked at his reflection.

The stains or kisses were kinda drawn on his right chest. The kisses formed a smiley face with its tongue out.

He sighed

“If you’re gonna kiss me, then you might as well do it on the lips at this point” he grumbled half annoyed and half tired.

He went to the showers, not noticing the door of the male locker room open and close by itself.

-Later that night-

Izuku was prepared

He was not getting kissed tonight

Earlier he asked Mei to make him a sort of cheap duplicate of him, something simple. In return, he would return for her experiments once a week. She agreed instantly and proceeded to make it….scratch that, she didn’t make anything she just went to a closet a pulled a cheap copy of him.

Why she had a cheap copy of him he didn’t question it, taking it and thanking her he then put the dummy on the bed and made sure that the covers were covering the face and the hair was noticeable.

He then casually waited in a corner.

And waited

And waited

And waited

Looking at the clock it was already midnight. He looked behind him and only saw the wall

Good. Not getting knocked out this time.

He then heard a noise. He snapped in the direction and saw that his pencil fell off. Must have been the wind.

The wind

He snapped at the window and saw that it was wide open

He facepalmed at his stupidity. Walking to the window he closed it and looked around. No one was in his room.

But he was not taking any chances, grabbing his chair he then dragged it to the corner and then sat, his eyes felt heavy but he snapped awake.

He will wait for his attacker.

He was not going to sleep

He will catch them

*snoring*

..

..

*Chu~*

-Morning-

He was afraid

No, scratch that. He was terrified.

He fell asleep and knowing his attacker they would have probably kissed him at that point.

Izuku was staring at the mirror almost contemplating whether to just get on with it or just sell it.

Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and began to take off his shirt. He took them off and took a deep breath.

He opened his eyes

And to his shock….there were no lipstick marks. He looked at his reflection as if the mirror was tricking him, he turned around and looked at his back. Nope still no kisses

Arms? No kisses

Neck? None

Face? None

Crotch? He stopped. Did they? He held his breath and checked his crotch….None.

He sighed.

Finally, it was over.

“Y’know what? I’m feeling energize. I’m going out for a run” he said energetically and proceeded to go the bathroom with a smile on his face. He whistled a tune on the way there, putting some toothpaste on his toothbrush he looked at his reflection and was about to put the brush on his teeth when suddenly

*shine*

His lips..briefly shined. He blinked. Putting down the toothbrush he looked at his lips, there was a noticeable shine to them, he licked his lips and he tasted a hint of strawberry.

…lip gloss….

His mind was coming up with excuses. That may be the attacker put lip gloss on him and that was it, but that would be out of character with the rest of the night's meaning…

….they kissed him….on the lips.

His scream was heard inside the teachers’ dorms, where Present Mic sat up hearing the scream “Mom?”

-That afternoon-

He was going crazy, whoever this attacker was, they were smart, they were patient and they were crafty.

He now knows that his room was not safe, or any room at all considering he got kissed in the nurses’ office.

He had nowhere to hide---

“Hey Green” he jumped at that, he turned around and saw Kyoka Jirou.

“O-oh, hey Jirou”

“You good? You’ve been mumbling over there for a storm”

He chuckled lightly “Y-yeah, I was just-just thinking of stuff”

She raised her eyebrows “Fine, but I came to tell you that Iida wants to remind you that it’s your turn to cook dinner tonight”

“Oh! O-ok, thank you”

“It better not be Katsudon” she smirked. He pouted at that “Katsudon is not the only thing I know how to cook” “Really? Doesn’t seem like it”

He lightly grumbled, but he was amused. He and Kyoka have gotten a bit closer, same with the rest of the girls, but Jirou is different. It was refresher “Earth to Green. Come in Green”

“Ye-Yes!” he yelped a bit, not noticing he went on a mumble spree once more. They were now in the common room, most people were out training, in their rooms, or just lazing around somewhere

“Seriously, are you alright?”

“Ye-yeah, just….haven’t gotten any sleep is all” he sighed tiredly, she raised her eyebrow “My room just doesn’t…feel same as of right now”

“Why don’t you sleep in my room?” she offered slightly blushing “I’m gonna go and have a sleepover at Momos’ so you can take my room for now”

“I-I-I-I-I don’t want to be a bot-bother”

“You’re not” she reached into her pockets, fishing out a key she then handed it to him “Just go to my room around 8 and I’ll be long gone. Just don’t go snooping around” she smirked, she knows he wouldn’t it was just fun to tease him sometimes.

“I WOULD NEVER” his face was now fully red. He looked at the key “Thanks” he smiled at her

“Yeah yeah, go shoo” she made a shooing motion and he laughed, he went upstairs leaving Jirou behind. She then felt someone was watching her. 5 sets of eyes to be precise. She turned to the kitchen where the stare was coming from and smirked.

“We don’t have a sleepover tonight”

“Oh I know” she smiled.

“Don’t do anything suspicious Jirou”

“Coming from the girl who kissed him on the lips, but don’t worry. I won’t be kissing him on the lips”

“Oh~bold one are you?”

“You kissed him at the nurses’ office, I’m just doing the same”

“Don’t do anything you’ll regret Jirou”

“You’re the one that broke our deal, ‘no making a move to him’ remember?”

Jirou then proceeded to the elevator and go to her room.

-Later that night-

Izuku could feel himself relax as he opened Jirous’ door. Whoever his attacker was they would never imagine that he was in this room. He looked around Jirou’s room

“Man, Jirous’ room is so cool” he dropped his bag, inside were just some extra clothes he brought. “Good nights’ sleep here I come” he then flopped on her bed, and the scent of lavender instantly hit his nose. He inhaled and exhaled slowly.

“To hell with it” he then removed his shirt leaving him in just his shorts. Confident that his attacker would never get him “Bring it on whoever you are” he laid down and sleep soon overtake him.

*creak* the closet door slightly opened, a figure stepped out and the closet door was gently closed by what appears to be earphone jacks.

The figure stood at the end of the bed, they smiled and proceeded to crawl on Izuku’s sleeping body. The figure traced with their fingers the scars that littered Izuku’s body, they licked their lips and then whispered

“My turn~”

The figure then went crawled lower

-The Next day-

Izuku woke up refreshed, having the best sleep he ever had. Getting out of Jirou’s bed and proceeded to check his upper body. No kisses.

“Ha! Take that!” he yelled victoriously

“Yo green, I know my bed is comfortable but are you awake?” yelled Jirou from the other side of the door

“AH! Ye-yeah!” he then cleaned the bed and puffed the pillows quickly, grabbing his bag he opened the door.

Jirou seeing him blushed and slammed the door, Izuku was confused and then she yelled

“Wear a shirt dammit!” he looked down and saw that he was still shirtless, he yelped and shouted an apology. He found his shirt on the floor, putting it on he opened the door once more seeing Jirou with a slight blush on her cheeks.

“Seems you had a good night sleep”

“Y-yeah, thanks by the way”

“No prob. Now go, classes start in an hour and you need a shower”

He agreed and jogged back to his room.

Meanwhile, Jirou went to her room. Locked it. And stared at her bed. She then plopped face first on her bed and inhaled.

She sighed in satisfaction. His scent was still there.

She probably would be late for classes today

Back to Izuku, he got back to his room and found nothing out of the ordinary.

Taking his stuff, he then proceeded to the males’ shower.

He was pretty early so he was the first one there. He then began to take off his clothes. His mind then wandered back to his ‘attacker’ not showing up the other night and was relieved to find that he could actually run from them, now the only problem was to actually catch them….whoever they may be.

He removed his boxers and stopped midway when he noticed….a stain was popping out of the waistband

No…..

He removed his boxers and to his horror, he saw a lipstick stain with a color of a dark shade purple…on his crotch.

No..

All over his crotch, his inner thigh had kisses. But no. The one that had the most attention was his…

Izuku’s scream could be heard by Nezu in the principals’ office

“Hmmm? Screaming? But it ain’t Monday yet”

Notes:

And that's a wrap, hope you guys enjoyed this. We have some Yandere-Esque happening. Not that much, but still sus.

Chapter 3: How 2A and 2B girls fell in love with one boy (Ochako)

Summary:

The now 2A and 2B-girls are in love with Izuku Midoriya! How did this happen? When? Why? Well in this chapter they're going to find out as each girl tells their own tales of how they fell for Izuku Midoriya

Edit: I changed it from 1A/1B to 2A and 2B because it gives me a lot of leeway for the time frame of each girl

Notes:

Me: I don't upload weekly
Also Me: Proceeds to update

Honestly, it's exam week and I need to de-stress, this story helps. So I hope you guys enjoy this chapter.

Edit: I changed it from 1A/1B to 2A and 2B because it gives me a lot of leeway for the time frame of each girl. Hope you don't mind

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

“How did it come to this?”

“It’s not that bad..”

Kendou looked up and stared at Setsuna who was looking at her mischievously while scratching her head. Kendou sighed and looked around. They were in the 2B Dorms filling the common room was the 2B-girls and 2A girls. The boys of both classes were out on their little outing, leaving the girls of both classes alone. This was of course a good opportunity to address the elephant of the room

“So you’re telling me” Momo began “All of us…in this room. Are in love with Izuku Midoriya.”

All of them nodded. Some were shy but still nodded like everyone else.

“….How?”

“You see it all started all those years ago when a baby suddenly glow-Ack!” Setsuna tries to explain but was stopped when Kendou chopped on her neck, her head then suddenly pop off and landed on the ground. The 2A girls were not used to Setsuna’s jokes and they all yelped.

Kendou sighed “Sets enough, this meeting is a headache enough as it is.” Setsuna pouted and blew a raspberry, her head then floated back to her body and reattached itself.

“Anyway. Yes, all of us here….are in love with Izuku Midoriya”

“And again, how?”

Everyone grew silent. Each one of them have their own experiences on they fell for the guy, heck some of them didn’t even mean to, it just happened. One minute they were talking and then boom, you can’t stop thinking about him

“What if we all tell how we fell for him” Everyone turned to Tsuyu Asui “It’s obvious that’s no one’s going to say anything. So why not just tell how each of us got attracted to him”

Everyone looked at each other

“Fine…but you guys first”

“Ochako. Go” Mina pushed Ochako upfront

“WHA?! WHY ME?!”

“You were the first person to fall in love with him! ” Mina then gave her a medal and a mic “The honor should be yours”

“Bu-bu-but”

“Come one! We won’t judge” Setsuna commented

“While Setsuna is a bit pushy” Reiko started, making Setsuna pout at her “She is correct. You are among friends here, no judgment shall be made in this abode”

YEAH! GIVE US THE DEETS GIRL!” Pony cheerfully yelled, she seemed to have noticed that she said that in English and quickly corrected herself.

“Ok fine” Ochako sat down and the girls leaned in, some already know the story but it was always a joy to hear it again.

“It all started at the entrance exam”


-FLASHBACK: UA ENTRANCE EXAM-

‘I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die I’m gonna die!’ this was the thoughts of Ochako Uraraka as her ankle was trapped under a pile of rubble ‘Get up Ochako! You need to pass! You wanted to be a hero remember?’ She tried to move her ankle, but a sharp pain caused her to yelp ‘Dammit, ok. Just gotta remove the gravity and then slip through. One, two--

*WOOSH*

…Three?

She looked up as the wind suddenly picked up and saw a man flying towards the Zero Pointer. ‘What is he--’ Whatever her thought was it died the moment the man. Punched. The Zero Pointers’ head in.

She didn’t believe that much in fantasies or talk in seeing things in slow motion, but the moment she looked at the man all she saw was a hero defeating a villain in the air with a cape and saving her.

And was now falling

To his death

CRAPBASKETS!’ she slapped the concrete that was on her ankle and made it float she crawled towards a robot’s head quickly climbing on top of it, she made it float and floated up.

‘Come on come on comeoncomeoncomeon’ he was in arms reached and she did the most logical thing she thought of

She slapped him.

-FLASHBACK END-

“Pffft HAHAHAHA” Setsuna laughed interrupting the story, most of the girls looked at her in disappointment “I-i-i-I’m sorry haha, bu-but come one HAHAHA” she couldn’t finish what she was saying as she just laughed.

Everyone looked at her waiting for her to finish

*snicker*

Their heads turned as they saw Ochako trying hard not to laugh and failing, it was not long as all of them were now laugh or just giggling

“Okay, okay. I’m good” Setsuna said now calming down and soon everybody else was too. “But come on, why did you just slap him?”

“It was the first thing that come to mind at the time” Ochako tried to counter

“Talk about a memorable first impression” Setsuna smirked and Ochako just pouted

“So, what happened after that?” Ibara asked intrigued by the story.

“Oh! Well, I basically saved him but it took a lot out of me. Pretty sure I saw my puke as rainbows at that time” more giggles.

“Is that how you fell for him?” Kinoko, the mushroom girl, asked “Saved by a hero and then fell in love”

“Hm? Oh no, I think that was the first time I had a sort of attraction to him. It was just something y’know? The feeling of helplessness, almost giving up and was just desperate to get saved and then Woosh!” she made her hands make an explosion motion “This man just jumps and pretty much obliterate it with one punch”

“Mama likey” Setsuna had a far-away look

Kendou smirked “If I remember correctly, you pretty much went into a blushing stuttering mess when you fell for him” Setsuna blushed and pointed accusingly at her friend

“Oh, that’s rich coming from you! You pretty much couldn’t stop staring at him and when he looked your way you would panic and hide!” Kendou blushed and just tackled her friend with the intent to strangle her.

Momo tried to calm them down, while Pony and Kinoko were cheering and chanting ‘Fight! Fight Fight!’

Eventually Ibara had enough and wrapped the two students with her vines and sat them down on their respective chairs. “Honestly you two are children sometimes” she sighed and rubbed her temple

“Sorry mom” Setsuna teased which Ibara just glared at her, she raised her hands as an act of surrender.

“Apologies for my classmates”

“Oh don’t worry, please continue” Mina smiled cheekily “Nothing like a good catfight to rile someone up” Kendou blushed while her eyebrows twitch at this, while Setsuna just grinned

“Girl, I think you and I are going to be the best of friends” Setsuna hugged Mina and Mina just hugged back.

“Nope!” Tooru, 2A’s invisible student, pulled them apart “The spot for bestie is full!”

“Awww, I can always share~Ack!” Setsuna was once again stopped by Kendou

2A just laughed at their antics, then Reiko decided to continue on with the story “What happened next?”

“Hmmm? Oh!” Ochako then began to tell the tale of almost adventure that she and Izuku shared. From the first heroic class up to the summer camp.

“Wow” 2B was were in awe, they never interacted that long with Izuku, and hearing it from Ochako’s point of view pretty much told them that Izuku was a force of nature and had the heart of a hero through and through.

“I know right!” Tooru exclaimed “No matter how many times we hear it, it just sounds awesome every time”

“It’s not that amazing” Ochako quietly countered but was still heard

“Girl you don’t know what you’re talking about!” -Sets

“Yeah, Izuku sounds awesome!” – Pony

“A hero for sure” – Reiko

“Hm” – Yui

“Well glad you think so” Ochako smiled softly at that. While it was true that for her it wasn’t that amazing, but her time with Izuku was an enjoyable one. Filled with adventures, shenanigans, and occasional affection here and there.

“But wait, when was the time you fell for him then?”

“Huh? Oh!” Ochako scratched her head a bit “It’s a bit silly” she sat up a bit straight and began to tell the last part of her tale “It was during an internship, you guys remember the Overhaul fight?”

“Of course! That was epic!”

“Yes that was truly a sight to behold”

“Good, well while we were inside this building, Nighteye who Izuku was interning with had a vision”

“A vision?” everybody leaned in

“Yeah”

-Flashback: Overhaul Fight: Underground-

“He’ll kill Midoriya….and escape”

At that point, the life in Ochako’s eyes vanished and all she saw was her and Izuku. All the times they shared all the tears (lots of tears), the laughter, the fights, the suffering, his smile, his laugh, his freckles, the way his eyes just shine with joy every time he talks about quirks or heroes. All of these things and more flood her mind.

And she couldn’t bear the thought of losing him.

To never see his smile

To never see the joy in his eyes.

To never…see him again.

Her body moved on its own

“We can’t---” but then a sharp pain went throughout her body. She was so tired. She wanted to move. To go to him.

“De-Deku” she struggled to say as her body was denying her. ‘I-I don’t want to lose him, I don’t wan--’

‘Why?’

Why?

‘Why don’t I want to lose him? Why am I fighting so hard even though I’m so tired and my body is aching all over? Why do I want to see his smile? To see him happy? Why does she want to be with hi-’

‘Oh’ she stopped moving as everything processed in her mind. Everything that she was thinking and everything that happened between them

‘I…’

She grits her teeth “So, we’re supposed to do nothing?! Even if you told me that. I’m going”

‘Why?’

‘Because I love him’

-Flashback End-

“And that’s about it” Ochako looked up and was expecting everyone to just look at her with smiles ready to laugh, honestly it sounded like a cheesy fanfiction.

What she didn’t expect was that everyone was in tears with smiles or wobbly smiles. Momo had stars in her eyes with some tears. Kyoka was just looking at her in awe, Mina and Tooru had napkins beside them, Tsuyu just had a smile on her face.

She looked at the 2B and Kendou was just like Jirou had an awed look on her face. Setsuna was slack-jawed, Ibara had a hand on her mouth. Pony and Kinoko were copying Mina and Tooru and were pretty much bawling with tears. Reiko was smiling wiping a small tear from her eye. Yui’s mouth was in an o shape.

“Uhh guys?”

Then the common room erupted

“WHOOOO GO URARAKA!”

“THAT WAS BEAUTIFUL”

“A splendid tale indeed”

“It was so romantic!”

“I know right!”

The common room was just filled with chatter as the 2A girls and 2B girls just talked and talked about what their favorite part of the story was, and how she just admitted it right then and there

“You okay *kero*” Ochako’s best friend, Tsuyu Asui asked her in concern

“Ye-yeah, it’s just….not what I expected”

“You told them a story of how you just fell in love with someone in the most romantic way possible, what did you expect *kero* ?”

“I don’t know….”

Soon the chatter slowly died down and they were all beaming at her while she just blushed as she was now the center of attention

“Looks like, you got it hard. But if you think I’m gonna back off then you’re wrong!” Setsuna declared with a challenging smile

“While I don’t agree, with challenging someone” Kendou started sending a small glare to her friend “I agree on the part I’m not backing off. My experience may not be as strong as yours, but I know that what I feel for him is true.” She confidently declared and the girls just whistled and clapped, Kendou blushed replaying her words in her head.

“Me too!”

“Me three”

“Me four!”

“MmMm”

“Me as well”

Each girl of 2B declared while Ochako and the rest of the girls would feel threatened. They all came to an agreement long ago.

“If that’s true, then there’s no need to fight. There is a compromise” Momo stated

“Compromise?”

Tsuyu suddenly raised a boombox and pressed play. It then played the Russian anthem

….

….

….

“No…”

“I’M IN!” some would assume this would be Setsuna, but no dear readers. This was not Setsuna. This was Yui Kodai!

“First you must pass the initiation test” Mina said suddenly wearing a suit and shades.

“What is it?”

“You must lick Izuku’s sweaty abs”

“Oh God yes”

….

…..

“Momo can you make me a bat?” asked Kendou feeling tired from dealing with Setsuna, she did not have the patience for a horny Yui

“I’m only kidding!” Mina dropped the shades

“Awwww” Yui now sounded sad and everyone just looked at her.

“How thirsty are you woman?”

“Very”

*cough* Momo coughed at her hand to at least have some sort of control over the situation. “As much as this is enjoyable, I believe it’s someone else’s turn to tell their tale”

“Right, we are burning daylight here and the boys are not gonna be gone forever”

“So…who’s next”

Notes:

And that's a wrap! Hope you enjoyed part 1 of this. Yes don't worry there will be a continuation to this because frankly, the original plan was for all of them to tell their tales, but the story was getting too damn long and you guys might get bored.

And of course, we're going to start with Ochako, because come on, these two are destined to be. In terms of who goes next? I don't know I guess I'm gonna go with what you guys want, whatever name I see that keeps popping up in the comments that's who I'll pick. Don't worry it won't be 1 girl per chapter, it was only for this one. I'll try to push at least 3 people in one chapter. So yeah, I guess that's about it.....ah also if you noticed the tags, the relationships. You would see that I didn't add the 1b girls x Izuku, I didn't feel it was right for me to add them yet because nothing actually happened, sure there were mentions, but it didn't feel right to just add them with nothing actually happening at said ship...makes sense? Idk haha.

Chapter 4: How 2A and 2B girls fell in love with one boy Part Two (Tsuyu, Itsuka, Yui, Kyoka)

Summary:

The continuation of the last chapter! Now with 4 confessions. What kind of shenanigans are in store in this chapter!

Notes:

4 confessions this time, also you might have noticed that I started calling them 2A or 2B, this just gives be a lot of leeway in making the time frame and not actually limited to canon. So I hope you enjoy, if you find errros then feel free to say in the comments

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

“So…who’s next?”

The question lingered in the room and everyone looked at each other, obviously not too keen on going next. Ochako meanwhile got behind Mina and with a fierce aura and glowing pink eyes were prepared to push her to get her revenge.

“I’ll do it” they turn to see Tsuyu who was now walking to the chair that Ochako once sat. “It’s only fair since Ochako went first.”

“I’ll go next” Kendou raised her hand

“Mmm” Yui also raised her hand

“*Sigh* fine let’s get this over with. I’m next after Kodai” Jiro raised her hand, her jacks slightly twitching out of nervousness

“Well then I shall go after Jiro” Momo volunteered

“I’m next after Yaomomo!” Mina raised her hands

“I’m next after my bestie” Tooru emphasizing the word my and facing the direction of Setsuna, who just rolled her eyes.

“Girl, I’m going to steal her from you”

“Oh no you don’t”

“Girls girls, come on there’s enough Mina for the both of you” Mina teased while trying to calm them both down.

The two girls looked at each other, then at Mina “Nope” Mina cried and the girls laughed

After a few minutes, this was the order they chose: Tsuyu would go next, then Kendou, then Yui, then Jiro, then Momo, then Mina, then Tooru, then Setsuna, then Kinoko, then Pony, then Reiko and lastly Ibara.

“Okay froggo, enlighten us with a tale of romance” Setsuna said dramatically with a bow, some of the girls giggled at her, while Reiko was annoyed a little bit her eyebrows twitching

“I somehow feel offended for some reason”

“I’m not sorry”

“Anyway” Tsu started. “I officially met Midoriya-chan, on the first day of school like anyone else. For me, he stood out like a sore thumb *kero*”

“Yeah, for a plain-looking guy he sure stands out a lot” Pony commented

“But under that cute face is a body of a Greek god!” Mina exclaimed getting a ‘Yeah’ from Setsuna

“Yes he’s adorable and hot to the point it should be illegal” Tsu commented “When we did the Quirk Apprehension Test, I assumed that his quirk wasn’t soothed for the tests, maybe his quirk was related to how fluffy his hair was”

“IT’S TOO FLUFFY!”

“IT MUST BE PET”

“SCREW PETTING, I WANT TO BURY MY HEAD ON THAT HAIR”

“YEAH!”

“YEAH!”

Everyone just looked at Setsuna and Mina agreeing with each other and pretty much becoming fast friends, Tooru just crossed her arms and looked away

“Yes, fluffiness to the max *kero*” She then put her finger beneath her lip “Anyway Imagine my surprise when suddenly he just throws a ball, launches it, and breaking his finger in the process”

“It seems like an Izuku thing to do” the girls agreed to what Momo stated.

“Yep, so that was the first time I could say that I had a sort of attraction to him” Tsuyu then added “but it’s only interest or curiosity at that time”

“So, when did you fall in love with him?”

“I’ll tell you at the end of the story, but the next one would be when I had a crush on him”

“Oooohhh Juicy. Deets Girl” Tooru, Mina, and Setsuna said at the same time, Kendou and Momo just sighed and mumbled ‘Dear god, now there’s three of them’

“*sighs* Yeah, it was at the USJ honestly” 2A flinched a bit, while Tooru just shifted a bit

“Ah shit, are you guys, okay?” Setsuna her teasing grin gone and was replaced with a concerned look “I know that when heard of it we pretty much challenged you guys, but are guys truly okay?”

“We’re…fine.” Momo started slowly

“Yeah, Hound Dog visits us from time to time to check on us….but…yeah” Ochako started scratching her arm

“I guess it helps, that we’re not alone? We all sometimes talk about it. It helps make it feel like you’re not alone in this”

Some of the girls smiled remembering a certain somebody helping them.

“So yeah, USJ.”

-FLASHBACK: USJ: Shore-

“Let’s crumble the Symbol’s Pride”

In a blink of an eye, Tomura Shigaraki was in front of Tsuyu, hand outstretched and ready to turn the girl to dust.

The girl just stood there, she couldn’t move. She was scared

Is this how she dies? Is this how her story ends?

All she could think about was her family. Her siblings waiting for her at home, her mother and father greeting her when they come back from work, her life flashed before her eyes and suddenly stopped at specific memory

“The Princess and the Knight” is a storybook she once read when she was a kid. One of her favorite books, she loves the story of a beautiful princess and meeting a knight that would protect and love her always. She hoped she would find her knight one day. But fate seems to not be on her side

And then she saw movement coming from her right, she saw Izuku in the air, arm ready for a punch with the angriest face she has ever seen on him.

“GET AWAY FROM HER”

‘Midoriya-ch-’

*BOOM!* Wind picked up that sent some of the villains hurling in the air, the water was violently splashed around and even the lights and the windows shattered.

Smoke slowly started to clear as Tsuyu looked in Izuku’s direction face with anger still on his face but was then turned to shock and she knew why the giant bird monster was in front of him and tanked his punch. The monster grabbed his arm and at that moment Tsuyu snapped.

She got out of the villain's grasp and shot her tongue out, her body and mind synchronized and focus on one thing

‘SAVE HIM!’

Time slowed down and by each passing second, the monster was inching closer and closer to Izuku.

Then the doors of the USJ burst open

“I AM HERE!”

-Flashback END-

“After that, I stayed at his side right until I needed to get home” Tsuyu finished her tale and the girls had stars in her eyes

“It seems as though you have found your knight” Reiko said fondly

“Yes, it would seem so”

“Why didn’t you go make a move then?” Kinoko asked and Tsuyu pointed at Ochako said girl had a blush on her cheeks and confusion on her face

“Because she’s my best friend, even I knew at the time that she somewhat had similar feelings *kero*” said girl was steaming right now

“Ok, but something happened that made you want the greenie. What was it?”

“Honestly? The same time with Ochako at the overhaul fight, but mine was…different”

“How?” Kendou leaned in, interested in how the friends differ

“Well…”

-Flashback: Overhaul Fight Aftermath: Nighttime-

It was the day that they came back from the Overhaul case and the returning students were wide awake, one of the students was Tsuyu Asui who was staring at her ceiling, sleep unable to shake everything that has happened. What she went through pretty much shook her understanding of being a hero. Risking their lives, going home, saving people…failing to save people, fighting and….watching your friends fights that they might not come back to

‘He’ll kill Midoriya….and escape’

One of the things that were stuck in her mind was that one phrase.

The moment she heard it her body just went…

..Numb...

She couldn’t believe it. She didn’t want to believe it. Izuku faced a lot of people, and yet he always comes back.

But just the way she heard it, just how he was so sure it will happen….

Her body just went on auto for the rest of the fight, hoping and praying that he would be alright.

That he would win

And smash that Villain to the ground

And he will smile. Like he always does.

Seeing him standing there, villain down and him still standing up. Sent a sense of relief throughout her body.

And now she’s back at the comforts of her room, phrase still circling over and over and over again.

‘He’s alive’

‘He’ll kill Midoriya’

‘He won’

‘He’ll kill Midoriya’

‘He’s still here’

‘He’ll kill Midor--’

She stopped that thought and closed her eyes to get some sleep, as sleep starts to finally go to her, she then saw a glimpse of Izuku on the ground.

She sat up and started to hyperventilate

‘I need to see him’

She tossed her covers to the side and walked out of her room, careful not to wake anyone up she walked to the elevator and went to the second floor where his room was.

‘What was she doing?’ She was now standing in front of his room

‘He’s alive, right? I should just go bac-’  Whatever her thought was, it died the moment the door opened and saw Izuku himself, clearly awake. The moment she saw him she rushed in and hugged him

“A-A-A-A-A-su-su-Asui-san?!” he whispered-yelled, startled by the sudden hug coming from a girl, but then he noticed how tightly she was hugging him. Oh.

“Call me Tsu”

He chuckled weakly and decided to hug her back.

Tsuyu felt hugs before, she felt parental affection, pride, and just overall love of a parent from the hugs she got from her parent, the love of a sibling from her sibling, a friend from Ochako. But she never felt this hug before. She never felt so…

Safe

Knowing that this man can level a building and yet gently hug her as if she’ll break any moment, made her feel safe around his arms.

“A-are you okay?”

“Yeah, I just needed to see you”

“Why?”

“…I thought you were gonna die when you were fighting Overhaul.*kero*”

“Well, I didn’t, see? I’m hugging you right now”

“Yeah” she then asks “Are you okay?”

“I….yeah, I’m gonna be okay”

“But you’re not right now”

“..Yeah”

“Wanna sleep together?*kero*”

“A-Asui-san!”

“Tsu and I meant sleeping next to each other” then out of nowhere she then had the urge to tease him “Unless of course, you want to” she put her finger at the bottom of her lip while Izuku was busy malfunctioning, she, of course, was also affected ‘Why did I say that?! Mina I blame you

Tsu then continues “and besides”. You and I need the company. So just this once, let’s comfort each other.” Tsuyu smiled and Izuku relented if he was going to be honest. He didn’t want to be alone right now.

“Fine”

Both of them crawled on the bed, it was enough to fit two people so they were fine. They were both facing the ceiling, Izuku impersonating a tomato as it dawned on him that he was sleeping next to a cute girl. And then Izuku yawned.

“Good night Asu-ow” he felt a kick on his legs he looked at Tsuyu and saw her glare “Tsu. Good night Tsu” she smiled and soon sleep overtake him and he was slightly snoring.

Tsu turns to her side now facing Izuku, she brushes Izuku’s hair with her fingers looking at how his chest slowly rises and falling.

She didn’t want to lose him

The Princess has found her Knight, and she will never let go of him

“Sorry Ocha, but I love him”

Sleep soon overtook her as well and before she succumbs to a peaceful sleep her mind had one last thought

‘Cute huh?’

-Flashback END-

“And that’s about it” Tsuyu finished her tale and looked at everybody and just like before some of them had tears in their eyes.

Mina then points accusingly at her “NO FAIR! YOU CUDDLED WITH HIM! I ALSO WANT CUDDLES!”

“Mina you could just ask him” Tooru suggested and Mina looked at her suspiciously

“You’re speaking from experience, aren’t you?” Tooru let out a small ‘eep’ “AHA!”

“Now Mina, there’s no need to kill your friends for the fact that you haven’t hugged Izuku yet” Momo tries to calm her down

“You hugged him too haven’t you!” Mina pointed an accusing finger at her and she also let out an ‘eep’ “Has everyone already hugged him?” Several hands were raised, and she balked. She then saw Yui and Ibara not raising their hands. “Fine! Ibara and Yui you guys are now my best friends”

“Hey!” yelled Setsuna and Tooru, the two looked at each other and nodded, forming an alliance as they try to pry Mina from the two girls

10 minutes has passed and everything was normal.

“I must say Asui-sa” “Tsu” “Tsu, your story is quite wholesome.” Reiko commented

“Yeah, Asu-” “Tsu” “Tsu-chan, your story was like a fairy tale. Being saved by a hero and never ever want to leave him” -Pony

“Asu--” “Tsu” they could have imagined it but they could see Tsu holding a gun while saying that. “Tsu...That was quite a story”

“Yeah, you and Uraraka, basically are the same when you realized you don’t want to lose him.”

“Yep, so any way that was my story. Kendou you’re up *kero*” Tsuyu stands up and heads back to her seat. Kendou coughed lightly and went to the ‘confession chair’

“So, my story is a bit tamer than the first two” Kendou confessed “I’ll start with when we actually met. Frankly, a lot of 2B just met him in the Sports Festival, saw him take first place at the race, the cavalry battle, and then the Finals” 2B smirked remembering, that was pretty much the only time they saw Izuku in full action and felt some sort of attraction. “While the rest may have felt a crush or something I only felt admiration for him” She remembers how he fought Todoroki, no matter how much his body breaks, he just keeps going. Refusing to give up. “When I saw him fight, and break his bones in the process. I thought ‘This kid is crazy!’” 2A laughed that was their Izuku all right “I thought that was it, after shattering his fingers then arm, I thought he was done, but then..”

“He went plus ultra” 2A said simultaneously with a knowing smile

“Yeah, he just keeps going and that…inspired me.” Kendou’s eyes changed to something akin to a determined look “No matter what he just doesn’t give up, no matter how much his quirk hurts him, he refuses to back down. It was at that moment that I wanted to be like him.”

“That’s our Izuku all right. From shy boy to an inspiration to all” Mina said all so knowingly and the girls in the room agreed.

“Soooo” Setsuna started with a grin that yells ‘Aight, gonna tease you now’ “When did you have a crush on the greenie”

“Yeah, where is the juicy deets!”

“We-well, it’s actually at the forest training camp”

-Flashback: Forest Training Camp-

It was night time and the students were resting after a long day of fighting the beast monsters, majority of the students were now in their rooms, some but not all.

Itsuka Kendou was laying down outside surrounded by trees, she was close to the lodge so she wasn’t hard to find. She just needed some fresh air and to look at the stars for a moment.

She couldn’t help but feel she was kind of useless when they were fighting the beast forest, sure she helped like everyone else, she used her quirk and led her class to the lodge. But she couldn’t help but feel that she kind of….bland.

Her quirk was Gian Fist. That’s it, she makes her fist bigger and it helps her in a fight, she uses it in offense and defense and pretty much honed it to the point that she mastered it.

But seeing everyone performed, she couldn’t but feel like she wasn’t enough.

She shakes her head, what was she thinking? She was in UA, earned her seat, and is now training to be a hero. She deserved to be here….right?

Suddenly she heard rustling behind her. Years of battle instinct took over and she got up, turned around, and went to a battle stance.

Out of the bushes came out: Izuku Midoriya, concerned on his face turned relief, seeing her stance he raised his hands to show he wasn’t a threat.

Kendou sighed seeing the 2A student “Hey Midoriya, what are you doing here?”

“Oh! I-I-I was looking for you actually.” She raised her eyebrows and he continued “I-I heard from your c-c-class that you w-w-ent outside and I c-came to look for you”

Kendou smiled “Well thanks, I was just thinking of something. I’ll go back in a minute”

“O-okay.” He was about to turn around and walk back in, but he then looked at her eyes. Kendou raised her eyebrows a bit seeing that he stayed and just stared at her

“Mido--”

“Don’t” he said one word and she closed her mouth “Don’t belittle yourself”

Her eyes widen at that and she shook her head “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about Midoriya, we should head back in” she took a step forward, but then he also walked towards her blocking her way ‘Wha-

“Your eyes” he gestured to his own eyes “They're saying you doubt yourself. Don’t” she stopped and looked at him “You doubt if you’re enough. You are. You doubt if what you did was enough. It was. Don’t let that tiny little voice in your head tell you otherwise. Why? Because you’re Itsuka Kendou, a martial artist that honed her body to the arts of fighting with a quirk to back it up.”

Itsuka was so shocked, she couldn’t speak. It was exactly what she was worried about and yet this boy…this man just straight-up murdered her worries and said fuck off. And he was right. She was Itsuka Kendou. Proud martial artist.

But of course, Izuku was not done. Because he would engrain in her mind that she was enough and no one can say otherwise. He grabbed her shoulders and made her look at him.

‘Did he always have those freckles’

“You. Are. Enough”

It was quite a sight truly, it was as if someone pulled a page from a romance novel. Here they were standing under a moonlight filled with stars in the sky, surrounded by trees all alone as the cold wind gently tickled them.

“Ahem” or at least they were alone

Both students stood up straight and turned. To see Tiger and Ragdoll looking at them while having smiles. The two students just stood there silently hoping they won’t be punished

“You’re not in trouble you two, but you do need to go inside now.” Tiger said and both students nodded, and they walked to their respective rooms accompanied by the two heroes, Tiger accompanied Midoriya while Ragdoll accompanied Kendou.

They were in front of the 2B Girls room when Ragdoll suddenly says quietly while having a Cheshire grin. “Here we are, next time please don’t run off with your boyfriend alone at night.” She turns and walks away leaving Kendou with a blush on her cheeks at the word ‘boyfriend’ nor did she deny it.

-Flashback END-

“After that, I just couldn’t stop thinking about him, told my mom and she told me that I have found my true love”

“Well turns out, she was right” Setsuna said with a grin of her own

“…Yeah”

“Are we just going to ignore the fact that, Izuku just smooth-talked Kendou without stuttering?” Setsuna said, weirded out that no one is pointing it out

“It’s Izuku” the majority of the girls said

“The moment Izuku sees you’re doubting yourself or someone harming you, he’ll go plus ultra to cheer you up” some of the girls agreed, remembering how they fell for Izuku

“Breaking News, Izuku is one hell of a smooth-talking bastard”

“A hot smooth-talking bastard”

“Yeah, what she said”

“So when did you fall for him?” Momo asked “Unless of course, that was the time you fell for him.”

“No, I fell for him..after the culture festival”

“Deets!”

“Well…”

-Flashback: End of Culture Festival: Sunset-

Itsuka Kendou is seen seating on a bench staring at the sunset, she was resting and reviewing what happened today. It was fun. She had fun. Sure she was forced to do the pageant, but she had fun. Izuku was also there so she—

She stopped that train of thought. The guy was in her thoughts ever since the training camp and he just won’t go away. Even her dreams are filled with him and her just laying on the grass and just looking at clouds.

She sighed, she never thought she would have those thoughts. Her personality is more like a tomboy, girly isn’t her forte. The pageant was the first time she was girly for once, and the fact that Izuku saw her made her heart skip a beat.

She wasn’t confident that she would get him, he might like girls that are a bit more girly or curvy, considering his friends were Ochaco, Tsuyu, and Momo. Girls who are pretty much hot, sexy, and curvy. Her? She was a tomboy and masculine. He wouldn’t want her.

She sighs and looks at the sunset, oh how she wished he was here right now.

Fortunately or unfortunately for her, fate was of course a matchmaker sometimes and would proceed to be so as suddenly in front of her was a treat. A candy apple. Following the arm to the owner she found herself staring at the man she was wishing to be by her side

“Want some?” he smiled. Why was that smile so damn good.

She nodded and grabbed the snack, taking a bite she smiled at the sweetness. Call her childish, but sweet will always be a joy for her.

“So, what’s wrong?” was she really that obvious? “Your eyes are telling me something’s bothering you” okay maybe she could turn this around

“What’s with you and my eyes? Are my eyes that pretty for you to keep staring at them?” She heard from Momo that he was easy to tease and turn into a blushing mess, hopefully, this would get him to back off a bit.

“Yes. Yes, they are” he said without missing a beat and still with that damn smile of his. Not expecting her teasing would backfire she turned red and looked away from him and focused on her treat.

Midoriya was just there waiting for her patiently while eating his candy apple.

“It’s just…girl troubles” she said weakly. How the hell are do you say that you’re having problems with your crush while talking to said crush.

“Oh…well maybe I could help..or not.” He scratched his head making his hair slightly move back and forth ‘I wonder if it’s soft…’ “I could always lend an ear. I’m not good with this stuff, but I just can’t help it. Whenever I see someone sad, hurt, or in danger, I just can’t help but do something”

“Why?” she asked curiously, she wasn’t prepared as Izuku turned to her with a gentle smile and determined look in his eyes

“Because meddling when you don’t need to is the essence of being a hero”

Her eyes widen hearing those words from him. It was a cheesy line, but it fitted so perfectly for him. How the orange hue of the sunset just made him glow and how the wind just makes his hair go side to side. Everything that was happening was just….perfect.

Was she…falling for him?

She looked away face still stun and her mind was going haywire ‘No…I’m not…am I?’

Izuku just stared at her waiting patiently, she then caved in.

“It’s just….there’s this guy that I like and I just don’t think…he’ll like me back” trying to not give away that the guy she likes is currently seating beside her

“Why?”

*snorts* Why he asks, she looks at him with a smile “If you haven’t noticed Midoriya, I’m not that girly, heck in the pageant I just broke some boards. Not actually girlfriend material there.”

“And?”

“What do you mean ‘and’?” slightly annoyed as he was not getting the problem “Most guys, no offense, like girls that are girly, not someone who could break their back with one chop”

Izuku was silent, probably thinking this through. Kendou was feeling ridiculous now, thinking her words were stupid and were about to apologize

“I really don’t see a problem”

“Eh?”

“I mean sure, most guys like girls that are ‘girly’” he said girly with some air quotes that made her smile “But not all guys if the guy doesn’t like you because you’re not girly enough for him then he’s missing out.”

“Eh?” how many times was she shocked during this conversation? He fully turns to her, looking at her deep in the eyes.

“Kendou, you’re beautiful. You’re one of the most beautiful girls I have ever met. So what, if you’re not girly, your eyes are so pretty that someone could get lost in them, your hair whenever the wind makes it sway, emphasizes the beauty. Your knowledge and experience in martial arts make you a formidable opponent. Not only are you a strong woman, but you’re also beautiful, that’s a deadly combo. You Itsuka Kendou, are beautiful, and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. If the guy that you like doesn’t like you back because you’re not ‘girly’” again with the air quotes “Then he should get his eyes and his brains checked. After all, you are the real deal and no one should pass up” he was done with his rant, not noticing mid-rant he held both of her hands in his hands. Itsuka was….well she died.

Her face was so red and hot someone could fry an egg. Her brain was fried and was trying to calm itself down and failing.

“Itsuka Kendou.” His eyes determined and with a smile that could rival a thousand suns asked her “Will you be my girlfriend?”

-Flashback Interrupt-

“BULLSHIT!” Setsuna/Mina/Jiro/Yui/Ochako/Pony said the same thing at the same time, interrupting Kendou’s story. Kendou blushed and Setsuna pointed an accusing finger at her

“I refuse to believe that’s what he said!”

“That’s what it felt like at the time” Kendou sighed dreamily and had a faraway look.

“Boooo, tell us the truth!”

“Fine”

-Flashback Continuation-

“Itsuka Kendou” His eyes determined and with a smile that could rival a thousand suns smiled and said “A man will be lucky to have you, and if he doesn’t appreciate you, then know that someone with enough common sense will”

‘Oh…’

She looked at his smile, the same smile that comforted her, and find no lie to whatever he just said. He was telling the truth. And she, Itsuka Kendou..

‘I fell for him’

Has fallen truly in love with Izuku Midoriya.

-Flashback END-

“And there you have it” it seems that everyone is in a teary mood as the majority of the girls were holding tissues

“That was beautiful” Ochako yelled eyes watery and biting a napkin

“It sounds like a fairy tale” Kinoko commented drying her eyes

“This just in, Izuku is a smooth-talking bastard” Setsuna wiping a tear from her eyes

-Meanwhile in Dagobah Beah-

*Achoo!* Izuku sneeze stopping mid pushup

“Oh bro you okay?” Kirishima asked

“Yeah, you’ve been sneezing all day”

“O-Oh yeah, just felt like someone was talking about me. Let’s continue”

“RIGHT!” It is seen that Izuku is doing push-ups while Tetsutetsu and Kirishima were on top of him tyring to push each other off

-Back to the Dorms-

“I think we established that” the majority of the girls agreed

“Welp, Yui you’re next” Kendou got off the chair and Yui went and sat down. She then pulled out her phone and began to type

“Uhhh, Yui?” *ding*

All of the girls’ phones just gave off a sound, inspecting it they discovered that Yui made a group chat

-THE MIDOCULT-

Y.Kodai

So I fell in love with him while doing groceries

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“Wait, so you’re going to tell your story through discord?” Mina asked

“MmMm” Yui nodded

“She doesn’t talk much, I mean sure she speaks some sentences but I guess telling a story Is quite long so, I guess I kinda get it.” Setsuna added, assisting Kodai in explaining. Said girl nodded.

“Oh, well go ahead girl!”

-THE MIDOCULT-

Kodai

Ok so yes, I fell in love with him while doing groceries for the dorms

Tokage

Wait, was it the time that you returned home with a smile on your face?

Kodai

Yes. Just like Kendou, I noticed Midoriya at the sports Festival, but it was only interest and not actual love. Unlike your stories, I straight up fell for him there.

Uraraka

We all have our own pace, so go ahead. But do you love him?

Kodai

Yes. I want to be with him, I want to support him, I want to see him smile. It’s when he’s there that I can feel…

Shiozaki

Safe?

Komori

Happy?

Yaoyorozu

Yourself?

Kodai

Yes.

To all I mean

Kendou

Oh wow, what happened?

Kodai

Well…

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-Flashback: 3 months ago-

‘Carrots. Check. Flour. Check. Eggs. Check. Coffee. Check. Mushroom mix soup. Check.’ It was a Saturday afternoon and at the grocery store was Yui Kodai of 2B. It was nearing the end of the month and it was her turn to get groceries. Normally UA wouldn’t like to have a lone student going for groceries, but the place was surrounded by Heroes on patrols and the store was one of UA’s partners, so she was safe. But just to be sure the staff of the store was notified that a student would be going to them and to notify UA when said student enters and leaves the store, she showed her badge and the staff smiled.

And now here she was about to finish her list, all she needed were some cereals and she would be good to go.

She went to the aisle and looked for the cereals she was looking for ‘Setsuna, why is your cereal so hard to find. Who names their cereal DinoMashXXX?’ while she was thinking of this she didn’t notice who was in front of her causing her to collide with the person, she wasn’t going fast so the person wasn’t in danger, hopefully, but she quickly recognizes her fault and about to apologize only to stop as she saw who she hit.

It was Izuku Midoriya of 2A, her may or may not crush.

“Oh, sorry Kodai-san I didn’t see you there” he laughs sheepishly

“No, I’m sorry” It was her fault anyway for not looking

“Oh no, I’m okay. Barely a mark” he showed his hand where the hit was and true to his word there were no marks or bruise anywhere.

“Still, I’m sorry” hopefully she was giving him a look of concern

“It’s fine” he chuckles “So what are you doing here?”

“Groceries” she said simply. Dammit, can’t she say something more? “Nice shirt” she inwardly groans.

“Oh thanks!” he tugged the shirt a bit “At least someone finally liked it”

She nodded and stared….why can’t she say something else? Ok, gotta ask why is here right?

She was about to open her mouth when Izuku suddenly spoke “I’m here for groceries as well, with you know end of the month coming and all We-we needed groceries”

She blinked. Did he just understand her? No that couldn’t be, it was just a coincidence. He asked her and he just assumed, that it. She nodded and began to search for Setsuna’s cereal. Izuku did the same and he went ‘Aha’ when he finally found his, she had to stifle a giggle to see it was an All Might cereal. She looked down to see his list, her eyebrows raised a bit, the cereal in his hand was nowhere in the list. She looked at him with eyebrows raised. He catches her look and flinched a bit

“I-I-I-I know it isn’t on the-m-my list, it more of a…p-personal stash. And I’m using my own money sooo”

She didn’t stop her giggling at that point and she covered her mouth with her hand to help muffle it, he just chuckled with her. ‘Well he did share his secret might as well share mine’ She shuffled a few things from her cart, once she finds what she’s looking for she presented it to Izuku. It was a box filled with 3 shortcakes inside there was also a character on the box, the character had a sort of diamond on the center of its chest and the costume closely resembles Yui’s costume. ‘This is mine’ Izuku looked at her and then the box and she couldn’t help but cringe. She should say something. She was again about to open her mouth when Izuku lightly chuckled.

“Guess we both have a guilty pleasure food” he grinned and at that moment it dawned on Yui. He could understand her. She didn’t need to open her mouth because he understands her. How?

Before she could ask a shout was heard “Everyone hands up! This is a robbery!” asked a robber wearing a mask, there were three guys there too. 1 had pointy teeth, the other had tiny spikes on his fist, the other had claws for hands, and the last robber, the one that yelled was relatively normal.

Really? There are at least 4 heroes outside and this robber thinks they can get away. Plus her and Izuku were also heroes, they have their license already and can go on duty when the need arises. She was about to turn to Izuku to ask for his opinion but was shocked at what she saw.

She heard rumors about this. Izuku Midoriya, shy and jumpy around women, at first glance he was nothing but a nervous child that would even stumble at his own feet. But beneath that side of Izuku was another. When the call for a hero was there, his eyes that were once full of anxiety and nervousness will be filled with determination and focus. His body that was a bit slouched will go straight, relax, and then be ready for action. Some call it his hero mode, some call it his feral side like a wild beast finally unleashed to the world. But if Yui were to describe it…

It was like a force of nature ready to tear everything down on its path.

In a blink of an eye, Izuku vanished and was now in the air, black tendrils at the ready and the robbers still hasn’t noticed. With both of his arms he shot out the black tendrils capturing the gunner on his right and crab hands to his left, he then pulled making the two robbers crashing on each other effectively knocking them out. The robber with the sharp teeth finally noticed and was about to shoot, but Izuku was already on top of him arm at the ready. Izuku punched the robber before he could pull the trigger knocking him out. The final robber was shocked that his friends were defeated by a kid turned to run but was stopped as a tendril wrapped around him, pulled him back in, and was met by a fist courtesy of Izuku. All 4 robbers were knocked out. In 5 seconds.

‘I think I need to buy some new panties on the way home’

Everyone was shocked at what just happened, one moment they were being robbed and the next all 4 robbers were incapacitated by a green haired kid.

Then someone cheered

“HELL YEAH!”

And everyone clapped, Izuku not used to this attention blushed and thanked all of them while bowing profusely.

Yui smiled ‘How are you adorable and hot at the same time?’

After a few minutes of congratulating Izuku they were able to pay for everything and were about to head back to the dorms.

If Yui wasn’t wet already, well she would be pretty damped now, because Izuku was literally carrying his and her groceries on his arms. And he wasn’t even breaking a sweat.

‘Are you sure you could handle that?’ she thought while looking at Izuku, he catches her gaze and chuckled

“I’m fine, I lifted heavier things than this. Th-this is nothing to me. Plus we’re close to the dorms so it’s not like I’m carrying them for long.” He said, without her even saying anything….yep definitely damped.

‘How are you understanding me?’ she once again looked and he understood

“Your eyes” he said simply “Even if you don’t say it I can k-kinda t-tell wha-what you’re saying with your eyes” he tried scratching his cheek but then remembers where his arms were, she decided to be bold and scratched his cheek for him, he blushed “Th-tha-thanks. So anyways yeah, I can kinda guess what you’re saying if I look in your eyes.”

‘You don’t think I’m weird?’

“No, not really. You’re talking to a guy, who mumbles a lot and has a hobby of studying and analyzing quirks, if anything I’m the weird one here”

‘No, you’re not. I think those are adorable’

“Re-re-really?” she nods “Th-thanks.”

So he could understand her, he doesn’t find her weird, he’s nice, smart and strong. Plus he’s cute. What else could a girl want? Is she in love? She just wishes that fate would give her a sign

And it was on that day that fate wanted to be a blessing and a bitch at the same time.

Two were suddenly in front of them, one of them bumped Izuku, the kid promptly bowed and yelled “Sorry mister!” and ran off with his friend, also a truck then drove off exactly where there was a puddle and splashing her making her lower half wet ‘It was wet before, but seriously?’

“Are you okay Kodai-san?”

She turns to Izuku to say yes, she was alright but for the third or fourth time that day she wasn’t able to say anything, not because of Izuku, no, his shirt was falling apart. Exposing his muscles, abs, pecks, scars. Everything. She was now thankful for her lower half being wet, she was pretty sure something was trickling that wasn’t trickling before.

“Yes. Yes, I’m alright”

Izuku haven’t notice his shirt falling apart, he did keep asking why a lot of people where whistling at him or calling him handsome.

She didn’t answer and just shrugged. She was not going to ruin a front-row seat at one of the best shows she ever had.

They soon reached the dorms and Izuku dropped her groceries on the front porch and walked off still shirtless.

She had a smile on her face

‘Someday, I’ll make sure you take responsibility’

She then felt something trickle once more down her thigh

‘I will make you take responsibility’

-Flashback END-

-THE MIDOCULT-

Ultraman

And that’s how I pretty much claimed him

DinoMash

Awwww, but also screw you DinoMashXXX is great

BigSis

It’s bad for you, the amount of sugar in that thing would make even Izuku faint

Dinomash

No it won’t, he eats an all might cereal the amount of sugar in that thing is triple than Dinomash and he’s still alive

Mom

Remind me to confiscate those from him then.

Also, when did we get new nicknames?

Ghost

During the part of Yui noticing that Izuku understands her.

Alien

Oooooh, nice

Frog

Why are we still talking here when we are literally 5 feet apart from each other?

Also, Momo don’t confiscate Izuku’s stuff

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The girls then looked up from their phones, they were at a speaking distance and yet just decided to talk on their phones instead.

*Pfft* Ochako tried to stop laughing, but the sheer ridiculousness of the situation was just too much

Soon the room was filled with giggles and laughter once more.

“I guess, we got into too much in the story to realize where we were huh” Kinoko stated wiping a tear from her eye

“Yes, also Yui. That was a wonderful story it shows how much care he has and how much care you give to him. Even though some of them are lewd” Ibara commented in which Setsuna snorted

“Oh please, don’t forget I saw your close--” whatever she was going to say was cut off as Ibara wrapped her vines to her head with a huge blush on her cheeks.

“A-a-a-and you promised to keep it a secret” she released her from her hold and Setsuna just gave a peace sign

“Sorry sorry”

“Anyway, that was a good story Kodai.” Momo smirked “Seems as though you got a front-row seat at Izuku’s other side”

“Oh yeah! He just goes wild all the time, just pretty much dominates everything once you get him all riled up” Mina agreed

“Mm” she nodded “It was something”

“Next thing you’ll know Mina gets complimented by how exotic her eyes look” this turns Mina’s face lilac “Oh my god, he did didn’t he!”

“Hold on here, it’s not my turn to tell the story, it’s Jiro’s!” said girl yelped remembering that it was indeed her turn

“Fine fine,” Jiro sat at the confession chair, she fidgets slightly but continues “O-okay, so mine is short a bit tame than the others and short.”

“Meh, not like we’re complaining”

“Yeah, this isn’t a competition.”

“So yeah, it all started when I overheard something”

-Flashback: 5 months Ago-

Kyoka Jiro is going down the stairs after a long day of playing her instruments, tuning them and making new songs. It was a good day and no one was going to sour her mood, that was until she got down to the common room

“I’m telling you Mina has the hots for Midoriya!” she raised her eyebrows hearing Mineta’s voice ‘Mina? Hot for Deku? No way.’

“Look I just don’t believe it, no offense to Midoriya, but how are you sure?” Kaminari asked his friend

“She was seducing him with her booty shorts! And then one day she just went blushy when talking to Midoriya!”

“That doesn’t really help”

“Come on, you would know!” Mineta yells accusingly at him “You have the hots for Jiro!”

There were a lot of oohs in the kitchen

‘Sparky? Sorry to burst your bubble but the feeling is not mutual’

She was about to walk down to reveal herself but stopped, what she heard next shook her insecurities awake

“Jiro? Come on man, you know how I love my women. I want them curvy and big, Jiro is….well not”

She just stood there listening to this and without them knowing she was even listening

“Kinda agree with you there, no one’s gonna want that flat. She’s too ugly to be in anyone’s fantasy”

“I mean I wouldn’t go that far but….su-sure”

There was now some ‘Not cool man’ ‘Seriously dude’ ‘That is not something you say about a classmate!’ she heard it and decided to walk away, the last this she heard was ‘Kaminari, Mineta’ then a crash and a thud. She didn’t care she just needed to get away for a while.

She headed back to her room, slammed it close, and laid down in her bed. Feeling tired all of a sudden

Then a knock is heard, she grunted not wanting visitors right now, “Who is it?”

“It’s me…Midoriya”

Midoriya? What was he doing here? Probably to cheer her up. That’s what he always does, goes to someone and helps them, but she doesn’t want it.

“I’m good green”

“You and I both know that you-you’re not good.” She knows that “And you also know that I’m way too stubborn” She also knows this, heck the fight between him and Todoroki in the sports festival. Todoroki didn’t want any help and yet he basically just said ‘Fuck you, I’m helping you whether you like it or not’

“…I know, but you’re gonna have to do better than ‘please’ to make me open my door”

“If I se-se-s” she could hear him take a deep breath “If-If I se-serenade to you…will you open the door?”

If he would what now?

This got her attention to the point she now seating up on her bed. He could sing? And play an instrument? This was….news to her. She didn’t think there was another person here that likes music she did. And yet here was Izuku telling her he would serenade to her if that’s what it takes to open her door.

….

…..

“Yes” She waited for a few moments then she heard him walk away, after a few minutes he didn’t return ‘Guess it was all talk’ she was about to lay down when she then heard shuffling outside her door. ‘Wha?’

“*cough* Soo…yeah anyway” she heard him say, she could practically hear his heart hammering in his chest “Here’s Wonderwall”

She then heard a guitar being strummed, it was…beautiful

“Today is gonna be the day
That they're gonna throw it back to you”

She gasped hearing him sing, his voice wasn’t bad at all, it sounded deep but also inexperienced. Was she complaining? No, absolutely not.


“By now you should've somehow
Realized what you gotta do
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do about you now

She didn’t realize it but she was now in front of her door, ear pressed on the door to listen to him better

“Backbeat, the word is on the street
That the fire in your heart is out
I'm sure you've heard it all before
But you never really had a doubt
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do about you now”

His voice just sounded so heavenly, she didn’t know how he was doing it but she felt…safe.

In her mind, it was just him and her, and she liked that. She liked that a lot.

“And all the roads we have to walk are winding
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that I
Would like to say to you but I don't know how”

She could just stay here forever and she would be fine….what was she upset about again?

“Because maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me
And after all
You're my Wonderwall”

He then slowly stopped drumming, the sound of him breathing soothed her somehow, hearing his heart beating was also another soothing factor.

She glanced at her door, she blushed remembering her promise. He did sing, so might as well. She opened her door to see Izuku with a green guitar that had stickers on them, one of the stickers was a unicorn and a smiley face.

“Hey” he was slightly breathing hard clearly out of breath.

“Hey” she leaned at her door “Didn’t know you could play”

”Didn’t actually tell anybody, well I guess Kacchan knows”

She hummed, she then felt 5 sets of eyes on her she saw Tooru’s door slightly opened and she could feel all of their glares ‘Why are they glaring at me for?!’

She then grabbed Izuku and pulled him in. Ignoring the intensity of the glares.

She locked her doors and turn around to face Izuku who was setting his guitar down.

“Okay green, what do you want?” she honestly forgot why he was here

“Are you okay?”

She feels fine, what was he—Oh. Kaminari and Mineta, and just like that her insecurities were back, not as strong, but they were there.

“I’m fine Green”

“No you’re not”

“I’m fine they’re right anyway”

“No, they’re not” he said stubbornly

“Yeah, right I’m just ugly, I’m flat and no ones gonna choose me over a girl who has the curves the boobs”

*Slam!* she stopped as a hand slammed beside her head, she looked at Izuku and gasped. She has never seen Izuku this….angry before.

“Listen here Jiro and you better listen” she didn’t know what compelled her but she nodded “You’re beautiful and if you ever deny it again I’m going to make you look into a mirror and describe to you how beautiful you are, how the shade of your hair fits perfectly under the night sky, how your eyes just dart around whenever you talk about music, how your blush just basically highlights the beauty and structure of your face, how your neck is just exposed whenever you wear your deep dope shirts, how your hips would perfectly fit in someone’s hands, how your cute butt is just grabbable while someone is kissing you, how your long legs just emphasize your features and you Kyoka Jiro” his face then went closer to her.

She tried to back away, but the door was just behind her stopping her, he then held her chin and make her look up, he is practically looming over her. She never felt so helpless before, the fact that he could just take control and pretty much dominate her scares her…..and turns her on...

‘Wait what?!’

“Is just perfect” he finishes as they just stood there, him grabbing her chin as they stare at each other. His face then transitioned back to shock, he looks at his hand and the hand beside her when he just slammed it to shut her up, then back to her eyes again.

He jumped away and bowed

“I’M SORRY! I DON’T KNOW WHAT CAME OVER ME!”

She took the time to breathe. She was holding her breathe for how long, she doesn’t know. After calming down she looked at Izuku who was still bowing, she gulped

“I-It-its okay green.” ‘I’m stuttering now? Seriously?’ “You gave me one heck of a pep talk, so yeah…” she twirled her jacks around her finger

“Y-y-you s-s—sure?” he looked up

“Yes green, I’m sure”

He stood up straight and massaged his back a bit. “Soo are you okay?”

“Y-yeah, I guess it still bothers me a bit, but again you gave me one hell of a pep talk, so I think I’m good” she said reassuringly, he did well. She was feeling better than before, some still lingered, but she can bury it later.

But of course, that was not enough for Izuku, he wanted to kill the damn thing

“Then what’s wrong? You can talk to me. I’m all ears”

She chuckled “Relax Green, you healed it. My appearance and boobs and butt” they both blushed at that “are now secure, so no worries. It’s not like anyone would fantasize about me” she finished jokingly, but there was one problem there

She was talking to Midoriya

“I would”

‘Eh?’

“O-okay I-I guess that would be wrong….I’ve fantasized about you”

This broke her, what was he saying….he…fantasize

“THE FUCK?!” she screamed backing up to her door, ignoring the fact her heart was beating in excitement

“Yeah…” he scratched his head at that embarrassment clear on his face

She was scared to ask, but she asked anyway “Wha-what did you…fantasize about?”

“Using you”

‘…Eh?’

“I fantasized about using you for my pleasures, breaking you to the point you wouldn’t walk for weeks” He walked forward, Jiro felt trapped scaring and arousing her “I would imagine you bending you over and just straight up pound you leaving you a screaming and gasping mess” he was now in front her once more “I would fantasize about lifting you in the air, grabbing that cute butt of yours and having my way with you.”

….okay….Who. THE FUCK. IS THIS?!

This can’t be Izuku! It just can’t! Izuku is not this crazed, lustful, hot piece of hunk-DAMMIT

And by sheer bravery or stupidity, she asked him a question “…If you like that butt so much…why don’t you grab it”

He stared at her and she stared back and in a quick motion, his hands moved.

She let out a loud ‘Eep’, but she didn’t feel anything, she looked down and saw that his hands were just simply hovering as if asking permission or giving her a chance to back down.

‘Mina I blame you for corrupting me’

She gently grabs his hands and gently placed them on her butt. She then snaked her arms around his neck and pulled herself in.

He then squeezed and she snapped from whatever daze she was in effectively pushing herself off of him, she opened her door and tossed him out screaming “Thanksizukuimfinenowbye” and slammed the door close, her breathing was hard and heavy as she leaned in at her door. Then he heard Izuku mumbled “I touched the butt”

She blushes and returns to her bed, feeling tired from everything she then glances at her desk.

Seeing his guitar

‘Oh…I guess he forgot about that’ Well she did toss him out, she it didn’t help. She got out of bed and grabbed it.

Went back to her bed and set it on her lap

‘Am I actually falling in love with that idiot?’

She then played a string, the sound echoes in her room and her mind flashes to earlier when he was serenading her.

‘Yes, yes I am’

….

….

‘What kind of sick fanfic shit is this?’

-Flashback END-

“And that’s pretty much it” she finishes her story with a blush…that wasn’t tame at all, wasn’t it?

She looks up, the girls were strangely quiet.

Both 2A and 2B girls were looking at her with wide eyes, unresponsive. “Uhh, guys?”

“Well! I guess this would call for a bathroom break or a snack break!” Momo said franticly

“Good idea Momo, that was a lovely story. But I think a break would be good. Right girls? Right.” Kendou said also franticly and instantly agreeing

The girls also agreed, giving their excuses except for Kyoka who looked at them with her eyebrows raised.

“So be back here in like 15 or 30 minutes or so? Good All right” and without waiting for confirmation from others, Momo just rushed out of the dorms followed by some of the girls, some excused themselves that they would need to take something out of their room or going to the bathroom.

Kyoka was now left alone in the common room. “What was that all about?” she then looked at where Yui once sat “Oh”

There was now a huge wet stain on the couch

“….Oh

Notes:

Hope you guys enjoyed it. Yep this chapter was a doozy to make, made mistakes here and there. Hope you guys like it. And yes Izuku is a smooth-talking bastard. (Too tired, might update the notes later/tomorrow)

Chapter 5: The Inventor and The Hero - In the eyes of the Staff

Summary:

Some of the staff of UA have seen many things happening in Izuku Midoriya's life, but the most evident of all was the effect he had with a certain inventor. It was almost like she had a certain side that only the boy could see, the staff says it's love, some say it's just a phase. But what is it really?

Notes:

AHA! Thought it was another continuation huh? Well sorry to disappoint, but this is the next chapter for now. So I hope you enjoy

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If you were to ask Powerloader who is the brightest student he has, he would say it would be Mei Hatsume of 1H. Sure the lad was reckless and prone to explosions more than he could count, but the girl had her goals straight and was pretty much sprinting like a madman to get there.

There were some downsides though

As much as Mei is bright and pretty much a strong lady to boot, she was also a bit of an airhead sometimes, social skills? Non-existent. Life outside the workshop? Pretty much nothing. She probably broke inside the workshop once or twice. Forgot to bathe, forget to eat, or even forget people.

No matter how many times he tosses her out, she would just pop back in. Here’s an example

Powerloader approached Mei and while her hands weren’t busy he grab her shirt, lifting her off the ground and proceeds to toss her outside, he closes the door, locks it and turns around. Only to see Mei back on her station and doing her piece.

He pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Hatsume, it’s lunchtime. Get to the cafeteria and get something to eat”

“I’ll eat when I’m done!”

“You said that before, and you were still here”

“I ate yesterday!”

“And what was yesterday?”

“Thursday!”

“Hatsume, it’s Tuesday”

“EVEN BETTER!”

Powerloader groaned, they could get on and on about this back and forth and it would be useless at that point. Luckily Powerloader has a plan, he grabs a button and presses it. He sets up his phone at the table and waited.

Not even a minute later someone came in.

It was Izuku Midoriya of 1A.

“Hello, Powerloader-sensei. Is Mei refusing lunch again?”

“Ye--”

“IZUKU!” said girl glomps Izuku “Are you here to test some babies?”

Izuku chuckled “No Mei, it’s lunchtime. You need to eat.”

“Awww, but I don’t wanna”

Izuku smiles “We can have a talk about upgrades for my costume while we eat” he suggested, this of course puts a smile on her face

“Okay” and practically walks out of the lab

Powerloader chuckled

Mei doesn’t listen to anybody else than that boy, sure she listens to her sensei, but not like how she just listens to the boy. Why?

Because the girl was in love, the problem was she doesn’t even know. He once heard her mumble “Why am I thinking about Izuku so much” while doing his requests. Heck whenever he has a request, she would get it and make it her top priority without even noticing that she did it.

There were a lot of moments where the two acted like a couple or Mei actually having some sort of humanity in her system.

He smirked remembering the ‘Gauntlet incident’, one time Izuku was testing one of the gauntlets that he requested and Mei built after a few test runs they were done for the day, that was until the gauntlets decided to malfunction and explode while being worn by Izuku. The smoke cleared and out came Izuku asking all of them if they were alright. Powerloader was about to scold Mei but was shocked to see a worried expression in her face, that was new to him, her eyes widen in Izuku’s direction following her eyes he saw his hand was bleeding with small metals sticking out. Mei practically dragged Izuku out of the lab and to Recovery girl’s office.

Powerloader followed them and was treated by the sight of Mei being at Izuku’s side while Recovery Girl was beating him up with her cane, once he was healed the three of them walked back to the labs and Mei said “Sorry” this was surprising news to Powerloader, he never heard her say sorry after her explosions, and there were a lot of explosions before this one. With Izuku saying he was alright they split off and he and Mei went back to the labs. He was then treated to the sight of Mei fixing the gloves and following every protocol there was to testing, making, everything, it was pretty much the longest time he’s seen her work on a specific project. And to his surprise? No explosions. Even after stress testing it or practically trying to destroy it while using it or not using it, there were no explosions, no accidents and no failures.

And he then knew why, he heard her mumble “Not letting this baby hurt him again” in the sincerest voice he heard her all year.

He chuckles at that memory. He walks over to her station to inspect her work. It was an upgraded hood for Izuku. Shocker. Base on the notes, it works like a hood, but the fabric would ‘toughen up’ to protect the user from bullets or any kind of blunt attacks. The notes also had ‘This baby, would protect him’ ‘Head injuries are fatal most of the time, gotta protect him’  ‘Make sure he comes back alive’

He smiles. Mei is one of his brightest students all right. Though he wouldn’t say that to her face.

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 Aizawa is paid enough for this kind of bullshit. He’s going to the student’s dorms to check on them, only to see Midoriya and Hatsume on a mumbling spree

He could handle the problem child’s mumbling, he has gotten used to it and he gives some good points to it too, but two of them? Nope

He walked to the principal’s office, resignation letter in hand

“Here” he gives the paper to the principal who inspects it

“What is this?”

“My resignation letter. I quit”

“Ah” the principal then walks to the left and sets the paper down on a small table, and almost like a cartoon. Pulls out a giant hammer and slams it on the paper. Grabbing the paper he gave it back to Aizawa

He looks at the paper and saw a giant ‘DENIED’ at the center

“Anything else?” asks the principal in which he just grumbles and walks away. He then passes by Izuku carrying a sleeping Mei on his back

“Hello sensei”

“Hello problem child”

Izuku then walks away presumably to the Support Course dorms, he sighs he pulls out his phone and checks the teachers’ group chat. Inside was a poll

Izuku x Ochako

Izuku x Tsuyu

Izuku x Momo

Izuku x Jirou

Izuku x Tooru

Izuku x Mina

Izuku x All 1A girls

Izuku x 1B Girls

Izuku x General Course

Izuku x Mei

Izuku x Every Damn Female

There was a betting pool on who would hook with who, and the problem child was pretty much the center of everything. He was the one that betted on the last one, and each teacher betted on their own choices, they could bet for more than one ship, but that would also cost a lot if you lose.

He added his bet with the Izuku x Mei option, after choosing he receives a text from the Principal “Good Choice

…Yep he’s not getting paid enough.

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No matter how old Midnight would get, she would always be into romance, especially young romance. She would coo at the sight of two students being sweet at each other, case in point as she is looking at two students right now. Izuku and Mei were in the cafeteria while both of them was having lunch, the best part? Izuku was feeding Mei while she goes on and on with inventions, suggestions, or anything at all, while Izuku would nod and say a few things, but he would primarily just feed her. Mei would pause for a second, giving Izuku the time to raise the spoon and feed her.

It was so adorable that Nemuri couldn’t help herself and coo at the sight.

Izuku then took a bite of his food, but got some of the said food on his face he was about to wipe it off when Mei beat him to it.

“Oh you got something on your face” grabs a napkin, holds his chin and wipes it clean “There ya go!” Izuku blushes but said thank you nonetheless

Nemuri just coos at the sight, her co-workers just looks at her weirdly.

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Toshinori Yagi was an IzuOcha shipper and he’s not ashamed to admit it, he has seen the interaction between the two students and firmly believes that they would end up together.

What he heard early on made him question that

He was trying to find young Midoriya and to inform him that it was time for training, he then finds him on his way to the Support Course dorms with Hatsume on his back, he was about to call out but stopped as he heard that they were having a conversation

“You know, you don’t have to finish all my requests. I’m not in a hurry”

“I know, but you got work studies right? You gonna need the gear”

“I’m fine Mei”

“I hope so, I don’t want to lose you out there” this made Izuku stop on his tracks

“Mei?”

“It’s weird y’know? All the time I just can’t help but think of you all day. ‘How is he doing?’ ‘Is he safe?’ ‘Will I see him at lunch?’ those thoughts invade my head all the time whenever you’re just out there” Izuku looks at her over his shoulder, but she was just looking forward “Even though I’m so sure that I strapped your gear with enough protection and durability, I would always go worried that I will never see you again” she held his chest tightly.

“Mei…” he looks at her and he smiles “I’ll always come back, don’t worry”

“Promise?”

“Promise”

She smiles and relaxes on his back, he then began walking again to the support course dorms.

After that, Toshinori just decided to wait for him to their usual meeting spot. With the time he has before Midoriya comes, he was faced with a difficult choice.….should he change his vote?

Chapter 6: How 2A and 2B girls fell in love with one boy (Momo and Mina)

Summary:

After Jiro's last confession the girls went busy, when they returned they resumed their storytelling with two surprises. Has someone already stolen his first kiss? He can dance? Find out here!

Notes:

Here we are with another chapter of this. Hope you guys enjoy it

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

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“Now that we’re done with our short break, I believe we can continue with the stories” Momo oh so diligently said. Kyoka looked around, considering that she was the only one that didn’t leave the room she was the only one that didn’t change that much.

Most of the girls’ hair was disheveled a bit. Momo, Kendou, Setsuna, Mina, Reiko looked as if they just took a shower, while the rest just simply change their clothes, like Pony who now wears some booty shorts.

“Yeah, but let’s get back on that story because first of all” Setsuna then place her hands in a praying motion, then brings it down “What the fuck?”

“I know right?” Mina agrees “Never though Izuku would be that bold”

“That bold? Bitch he fantasizes about Jirou and dominating her” the girls didn’t notice Ibara twitching at the word dominate “What’s next? He’s good at making out?” Momo blushed at this, unfortunately for her, everybody noticed this

“No”

“Fucking”

“Way”

“MOMO WE HAD A DEAL!” Ochako yelled feeling betrayed

“It happened before we made the deal! I didn’t mean for it to happen, it just did!” Momo tried to explain herself, while Tsuyu was trying to hold Ochako back

“So…” Yui started “Is he a good kisser?”

They expected her to nod or say yes or anything that will give some sort of confirmation, they didn’t expect for her to quietly moan.

Kendou, Mina, Tooru were now trying to hold back Tsuyu and Ochako

“Well, it’s a good thing you’re next, because we need an explanation girl” Setsuna smirked, Momo didn’t say anything else and just sat at the chair trying to ignore Ochako who has a rather terrifying aura surrounding her.

“I guess I should start when I actually had a certain…interest or crush on him” she coughed slightly “When I met him on the first day of classes I honestly nothing of him, he wasn’t faring well with the Apprehension Test, then he breaks his finger at that point I just judged him as the weakest link in the class.”

“Oh boy you were dead wrong” Mina says cheekily

Momo smiles fondly “I was. When he was elected as the Class Representative and me as the Vice, I thought that it will go downhill. I didn’t see him as a leader that would pull the class together”

“Still~wrong~” Tooru sang

“Yes. I judged him way too quickly back then. Seeing him now, I just want to go back and slap myself”

“You got it bad~” Pony sang

“I do”

“So when did you have a crush on him?” Kinoko questioned

“It was around the time of the Sports Festival, after my battle with Tokoyami”

-Flashback: Sports Festival (Aftermath of Tokoyami Fight)-

‘I’m a failure…’ this was the thought of Momo Yaoyorozu as she walks away from her fight ‘Fight? There was no fight. Just me standing around stupidly…do I even deserve to be here?’ She was smart sure, but academics can only take her so far. She was trying to be a hero, being smart was not enough you would lose and die, just like what happened in her match. ‘Maybe I should transfer to the Business Course, I can help with the family business

Her mother and father were quite supportive of her decision to be a hero. The majority of her father’s friends assumed her to continue with the business and fully inherit everything, while that was the plan her parents wanted her to be happy if her happiness was to be out there as a Hero then they won’t hold her back. Her mother did say that she needed to bring home a boy someday or grandkids to spoil.

‘What boy would want me?’ She knew that her suitors were just out for her family’s wealth. It was obvious really, they didn’t want her they wanted was her wealth. ‘And now with this failure? No one would want me’

She was about to turn right when she suddenly collided with someone

“AH SO-S-SORRY!” the person apologized loudly, she was about to apologize also but was shocked to see Midoriya there

“Ahh…I’m sorry as well Midoriya” she stood up and Midoriya followed “Well I must be going now, again I apologize” she was now walking away when Midoriya shout “Good fight by the way!”

He must have meant it as praise, but to her at that time just felt like mockery. Here was a boy who can’t even use his quirk without damaging himself, who also won his match, mock her for having a ‘good fight’

“There was no fight,” she said with a hint of anger, she turns around and walks towards Midoriya “There was no fight Midoriya, In case you didn’t see I just stood there making useless shields while being pushed off bounds. There was no fight, just me being useless” She finished her rant, she could feel tears threatening to spill out of her eyes.

“Are you done?” she looks up to see Midoriya smiling at her “Because I got something to say to you” she was blinking slowly, this Midoriya was confident, head held up high “First of all, you weren’t useless”

She was about to retort but he continued “You were able to block his attacks didn’t you? That’s something at least”

“But I lost” she countered

“So?”

“What do you mean ‘so’? This is the Sports Festival! This is an important event to have pros scout as out and yet I failed.”

“You didn’t fail, you just lost a match”

“That’s fai-”

“You made a cannon right?”

“Huh?” shocked by the sudden question, a cannon? She did make that in the race “Y-yes I did, so wha-”

“You also made a blanket, so that you wouldn’t get electrocuted in the cavalry battle” she did make that as well, she nodded

“Sounds to me you showed your stuff.” He smiled “You made a cannon that could destroy a robot and a blanket that wouldn’t let the user get electrocuted. In the field, I might add. Sound to me you stood out from the rest”

She did, didn’t she? Nobody could do it the same as her. No one she knew could just make things on the fly as she did.

“So what if you lost this round? We all fail sometimes” he then gives her a thumbs up “It’s what we do after that said failure that counts”

What we do after the failure? What was she doing? She was looking down on herself, she was berating herself on how she was a failure and that no one would want her, what should she do then?

Learn…Learn from her failure…and improve. That’s right, she did lose but that wasn’t the end she could learn from this experience and improve. She smiled, feeling a bit better from before she was about to thank him but found him no longer in front of her, she tried to find him but after looking down she saw a bottle of water with a note ‘Looks like you figured it out, you look better without that sad look you had. Not that you don’t look good ever!...I’ll shut up now. Anyway, I hope you feel better Yaoyorozu-san. -I.M.’

She looked down at the note, and smiled ‘Izuku Midoriya…you surprised me today’

*thump thump*

Her eyes widen, hearing her heartbeat at the mention of his name. Is she? No, no it must have been a mistake, she walks away bottle in hand and blush on her cheeks

-Flashback END-

“Turns out, it wasn’t a mistake. After his fight with Todoroki I was so worried that I wanted to contact my father to get an ambulance”

“You would do that” Mina giggled “Newsflash, the moment you talk bad about yourself he just appears out of nowhere and cheers you up”

“If that isn’t a Midoriya way I don’t know what is”

“You aren’t feeling bad still right?” Ibara asked

“Oh yes, I’ve come to terms with my weaknesses and I improved, it helps that Midoriya is leading us”

“Oh yeah, we don’t know when it happened, but he just became a pseudo leader for us” Tooru agrees, every time Izuku would go out there may it be fighting a villain or doing school work. He would just put himself in front of everybody and began to drag them with him

“Yeah, the fact that he just takes charge sometimes is really surprising” Jirou states remembering the License exam. After setting back the child to the base, he went to the commander role and started giving out orders, suggestions, and things that would help them. It was quite a sight to see, he was in his element and smiling at everyone.

“Sure it’s not because you would like for him to take charge of you” Setsuna teased, Jirou blushed but then countered with

“What, and you don’t?” Setsuna balked at that also blushing, remembering certain things that Izuku said to her

“Shu-shut up”

“Good job Jirou, you made her stutter” Kendou and Jirou high fived

“So, what happened next?” Reiko inquired

“Next would be…” Momo gulped blushing “The kissing part”

The girls then leaned in, Ochako was now calm…for now

-Flashback: 8 Months Ago-

Momo was on her room’s balcony staring at the moon and stars in the sky, a couple of days ago her mother informed her that there was another suitor that requested an audience, they talked but her mother noticed her speech pattern was off, she basically squealed with delight screaming ‘My baby girl has found her man!’ Momo blushed at that denying anything related to that, her mother passed the phone to her father, and after her mother told that she finally found her man, which she still denies, of course, her father had just asked ‘So, are we preparing for a wedding soon?’ she wanted to end the call there, but she knew that her father was just teasing and had told her to be well and come home soon to visit in which she agrees.

And now here she was lost in her thoughts

‘Finally found a man huh?’ there was only one man she could think of, one that was stuck in her mind ever since the Sports Festival

“Penny for your thoughts?” said a voice, she jumped and looked left.

It was Izuku Midoriya, the boy that had been plaguing her mind ever since he cheered her up.

Who also was upside down, his blackwhip making sure he doesn’t fall

“Can I land here?” he asks and she nodded. He landed gracefully on her balcony “So-so-sorry for dropping on you like this. I got carried away with training.” Training? At this time? “S-s-so, what’s the matter?”

“What makes you think there’s something wrong?”

“Well I was upside down on your balcony and you didn’t even notice me, so…what’s up?” he asks waiting patiently. Ever so helpful, even when he doesn’t need to. What did he say? ‘Because meddling when you don’t need to is the essence of being a hero’ is such a cheesy line but fits him so well.

“Just…girl troubles” she heard him mumble ‘not again’ but chose to ignore it “Have you gotten your first kiss?”

Izuku balks at this and blushes, he scratches his head but answered “…Yes” she was going to ignore the hurt she felt in her heart

“…Oh, how did it happen?” the romance novel lover side of her wanted to know the magical moment of a first kiss, she never had her first kiss stolen yet and wonders if everything she read about was true.

“Uhh…well..” he was visibly uncomfortable as he just starts fidgeting and looks down, Momo was of course human and saw this

“You don’t have to tell me” she smiles gently “I was just curious”

He looks at her but then he took a deep breath “It happened…because of a dare or I guess a prank also” she now understood why he didn’t want to tell the story, she sends him a sympathetic look but he continues “Basically back in middle school, there was this girl who told me that she liked me and I had to go to the tree that was close to the entrance. I was excited at that time, a girl noticed me and actually like me…but I guess even that is just a dream for me”

‘I like you’ she said in her mind as Izuku leaned on the railing

“She then came and kissed me” he had a bitter smile “I enjoyed it at that time, but then she pulled away, backed away a bit. Next thing I knew paint was being poured from above and onto my head. The girl just laughed at me saying that no girl would ever want a useless moron like me”

‘That bitch’ “What was her name?” she ask while smiling innocently at him

“Hmm? I think it was Takara Naomi…why?”

“Oh nothing” she made a mental note to destroy this girl. “That wasn’t a good thing to do to you, are you alright?” she asks worriedly, she was not expecting that kind of story from him, having that kind of situation happen to you would certainly leave an impact.

“I’m fine, it was a long time ago anyway” she sets a mental reminder to give this boy all the love he needs “So how about you? How was yours?”

“…I haven’t had my first kiss yet” she admits, she looks away as blush then began to creep up “I have many suitors, but they never seemed to ever want to be with me and just my family’s wealth. So I never had the luxury to experience such things.”

“Oh” they were then quiet for a moment until Izuku ask something that set Momo off “…Do you want to?”

“Eh?” she looked at him as if he grew a second head, he realizes what he just said

“Ah! I-I ju-just me-me-meant that yo-you know, if you want to you know…I’ll shut up now” Izuku looked away doing an impressive imitation of a tomato. It took her a moment but she calmed herself down

“Midoriya…are you asking…if I want to kiss…you”

He gulped “I-It do-doesn’t have to be m-me…but yeah”

She gulped, this was it. This was her chance. ‘Ochako I’m sorry. But I want him’

“Ok” she walked forward, cupped his cheek, and leaned down, she was taller than him after all. When their lips met it was…magical

The novels didn’t do this experience justice, it was as if you were floating in an endless void while also having something sweet in your mouth.

Izuku put his hands on her waist and deepened the kiss and after a moment they pulled away. She was slightly panting and so was Izuku, but both of them looked at each other's eyes and knew they wanted more. Their lips met once more, but this time Momo let her instincts take over her as she asked permission with her tongue, he paused a bit but he opened his mouth and they were now making out. Tongues battled for dominance and Momo won…for a moment, once Izuku got used to the situation he was now the dominant one. His hands traveled to her thighs and she purred at his touch. She tried to take control once more but he squeezed her thigh making her moan and him gaining the upper hand. He surprised her once more as he lifted her using her thighs and pinned her to the wall, she gasped in pain slightly but that didn’t let it hinder their session. They pulled away saliva trailing, but the look in his eyes said that he wasn’t done yet.

“More” she moaned out and he happily obliged, carrying her to her bed, he dropped her and took of his shirt, Momo purred seeing his shirtless chest, all those scars from his battles, all those muscles. It was hers for tonight. He leaned down and captured her lips once more, try as she might she can’t get back the control, Izuku was in control and she wasn’t complaining, his hands then explored her back but he then growled ‘God that was hot’

“Off” he commanded ‘That’s even hotter’

Following his command she took off her shirt and leaving her breasts out in the open, she was still wearing a bra, but she was almost naked. He growled and leaned down once more capturing her lips and continuing her make-out session. She didn’t want this to end

*knock knock* Fuck you fate

Hearing the knock snapped the both of them back to their senses, Izuku panicked and jumped out the window, Momo frantically grabbed a shirt and put it on. Opening the door she was met by the sight of Jirou

“Hey, can I borrow....isn’t that shirt a little too tight?”

Momo looked down, in her haste to grab a shirt she didn’t notice she grabbed Izuku’s shirt.

“Ah yes, I was just…re organizing things and I found an old shirt. I just wanted to see if it would fit me”

“No offense, but it is kinda small” Jirou blushed

“I agree, so what was it that you wanted?”

“Oh dang I forgot, hmmm. Oh well, I’ll tell you tomorrow once I remember”

“Ah I see, see you tomorrow” she then waved goodbye and shut the door. She leaned on the door until she remembered something “Izuku!” she went to the balcony only to see Izuku gripping the side of the railing.

“Hi”

“…”

“Is it safe to come inside now?” she nodded as Izuku climbed back in “So…that happened” he was scratching his head and blushed, remembering what they were doing, she knows because she was also blushing

“W-well it’s getting late so might as well get some sleep.” He walks out of the door and Momo accompanies him, he was now outside and turns around

“So..how was it?”

“Hm?”

“The kiss…was it, fine for you?”

“Oh!” Fine? It was more than fine, it was fantastic! “It was…everything I hoped for” and more, but she wasn’t going to say that

“Ah good, well just tell me if you want to do it again” he said nonchalantly, it took him a second to realize what he just said and he sputtered “I-I-I-I-I-I-”

“Goodnightizukuthankyouforhelpingme” Momo slammed the door close and she began to slide down ‘Why did I do that? Now he thinks I’m a weirdo’ she looks down noticing that she was still wearing his shirt, she brought the collar up to her nose and took a sniff making her sigh.

‘Smells just like him’

*ring*

Her phone began to ring, she stood up and approached her phone looking at the caller ID, her mother was calling her. ‘This late at night?’ picking up her phone she answered the call “Yes mother?”

“My mother senses are tingling, you’ve fallen in love” she could practically hear her mother’s muffled squeals

“Mother, I don-” she stopped herself, remembering what just happened a few minutes ago “…How…how are you sure?”

“Ask yourself this my dear” her mother switches to a gentle motherly voice “Do you see yourself without him in your life?”

Without him?

She tries to imagine herself without him, getting married to someone else, comforted by someone else, having…kids with someone else. Everything felt wrong.

“Now imagine yourself with him”

She did, and each image in her mind just brought a smile to her face. She could see herself walking down the aisle with Izuku waiting for her smiling at her all the way.

“So, my dear” her mother’s voice snapping her out of her daydream “Have you fallen in love?”

Has she?

“Yes, yes I have” ‘…you better take responsibility Izuku~’

“Oh ho, Izuku huh~”

She said that out loud didn’t she….shit

-Flashback END-

“And that’s my story” Momo finished with a slight blush on her cheeks, she would admit that the story was…not that romantic at all.

Jirou excused herself to go to the bathroom followed by Ibara.

The girls were just staring at her and Momo fidget a bit under their stares.

“So what happened to the girl?” Ochako asked her bangs shadowing her eyes “Takara Naomi, what happened to her”

“Oh, I eventually found her. She’s a single mother working as a janitor for a small company”

“I know it’s not heroic to wish bad for people, but good riddance” Kinoko said with Pony agreeing

“*sigh*, yes, unfortunately, Izuku found me looking her up saw what I found and said that ‘Can’t leave her like that’ so now she works as a promoter in one of our small companies”

“Leave it to Izuku to defend other people, even though said people did horrible things to him” Tooru commented a bit annoyed that the girl got off easy

“Well it wouldn’t be Izuku if he was selfish” at this point Jirou and Ibara came back

“So, the story is good and all but here’s the most important question!” Mina stood up and pointed at Momo “How good of a kisser is he?!”

At this Momo blushed ‘Oh wow, he’s that good?’

“It was…magical, no just out of this world. Just being in his arms just makes you feel safe and lowers your guard” the girls leaned in cooing at the description “Then when he takes full control it was nothing like it. Like a predator looming over you, you can’t help but just feel powerless, helpless, and no matter how much you try to fight him he will always come up on top” she finishes and Jirou, Ibara, and Yui had to excuse themselves.

“Damn girl” Setsuna whistles “Kinda jealous you got your hands on him first”

“I’m still annoyed about that..” Ochako then sighs “But I guess it was before we made a deal, so I guess it’s fine.”

“Dibs on his virginity” Tsuyu said bluntly

“NOOOO! TSU NO FAIR” Ochako was now crying “We were supposed to be each others’ first”

Tsuyu then let out a chuckle with a few kero, the others began to laugh at the dynamic of the two

“But seriously, the guy would just help anybody huh.”

“If they need help, he will come to their aid”

“Even if he breaks his body in the process”

“How does he keep going after that?”

“Pure adrenaline mostly” the girls giggled at that

“So, who’s next?” Reiko asks once everything was calming down

“Me!” Mina energetically went to the chair

“Excited are we?” Setsuna teased

“Well mine goes a bit differently than you guys, I didn’t actually have a crush on him, when I saw him the first day I immediately looked at his hair” Mina pointed at her own hair “We’re basically the same, so I thought ‘Floof Buddies!’, that’s pretty much how I got him stuck to my head.”

“So what made you want him then?”

“Well” she chuckled scratching her head “ I planned to seduce him, then break his heart so that he would go to Ochako” the girls stared at her for a long time

“Mina that’s mean” Tooru stated and Setsuna agreed

“Considering how he got his heart broken the first time, you’re just abusing him”

“I-I-I know that! It was a good plan at the time, so I went for it”

“But you still shouldn’t have done it”

“Wait you said tried, what happened?”

“Well see here’s the thing…” she smiled innocently at them while her cheeks turn a shade of lilac “…it backfired”

-Flashback: 7 months ago-

It was the perfect plan. Make Izuku fall in love with her, break his heart (Sorry Izuku) then have Ochako save the boy and they would live happily ever after and have cute kids.

Mina shook her head, first thing first is to seduce Izuku and get his attention. Thanks to Kirishima she knew what the boy likes. Oh sure Izuku likes boobs, but he likes butts even more. She overhead Kirishima, Kaminari, and Izuku talking, the subject of course were what did they like in their women. Kaminari was more of the curvy one, Kirishima was amazons, and Izuku admitted that he likes butts. The boys talked it over some more but she just left after that.

Step 1 was to get his attention, easy. She would wear booty shorts and bend over in front of him, surely he would at least stare at her, giving enough time for her to catch him and invite him to her room to ‘apologize’, but as she turns around and saw him walking away. ‘That was unexpected’

Her second attempt was during one of her lessons, he asked her to teach him how to breakdance, saying that he was trying a new move she agreed, of course, this time she would be stretching giving him an ample view of her butt, she would catch him and then proceed to ask for an apology, but as she turns, she saw him stretching while facing away from her. ‘Okay this is starting to get annoying’

She was done with her 20th attempt and she was so tired, she was so busy getting his attention that she forgot about a test that was going to happen in just a few days. She was then terrified knowing she would fail, but fate seems to be on her side that day as Izuku the shining knight that he is, offered to help her study. ‘This is it!’ She agreed and here she was

She was wearing some booty shorts while also wearing a loose undershirt, she still had her sports bra so she was not completely naked. She was going all out to get his attention, make him fall for her, and go to Ochako

Shaking her head she re-runs the plan on her head.

  1. Study for the exams for a bit
  2. Lean over to give him some view
  3. Make him embarrassed
  4. Ask him out seductively with her awesome seduction powers that she knew existed somewhere.

Then a knock was heard and she went straight for the door, seeing Izuku in his famous shirts with puns and some shorts, he blushed looking at her outfit ‘Perfect’ but then just smiles. He went inside and she began her perfect plan

The plan crashed and burned the moment that they actually studied, they had so many to go over that she was tempted to just say screw it, but she needed to pass so she at least needed something to remember. Thankfully Izuku helping her study actually helped her understand the lessons, he would be patient when she wasn’t getting anything at all, he would explain things to her that even she would understand, heck he even uses old movies as his examples, she liked how he used the Alien movie, like if the alien were to get launched out to space, how fast or how far it would travel would actually make sense to her. She hate to admit it, but she was learning.

By the time they were done they finished about 80% of the things they needed to study for the exam, she was actually confident for once, Izuku said good night and walked to his room. She was tired herself, who knew studying would actually be this exhausting, not even bothering to change she crawled to her bed, went under the covers, and closed her eyes with one last thought in her mind

‘Izuku was kinda cute and helpful, plus he was patient with me….wouldn’t mind dating him’ Sleep soon overtook her and she finally rested.

Her eyes snapped open in realization

‘Uh oh’

-Flashback END-

“Uh oh is right” Setsuna laughing maniacally “that backfired on you so hard”

“I do admit that I find it funny Mina” Momo tries to stifle her laugh “You went through all that effort and you ended up falling for him”

“Yeah, it still irritates me how he’s so lovable”

“Oh we know” the girls agreed

“…so he’s an ass man” they turn to see Yui looking at Mina “He likes butts you said”

“Or thighs” said Tsuyu, noticing the looks she simply explained, “I noticed him looking at my thighs when we were training *kero*”

“Welp it if it’s butts then Yui got you beat” Setsuna pointed at Yu “This girl has a butt that greenie would like”

“Oh, you think you got a better butt than me?” Mina challenged and Yui smirked

“I don’t ‘think’, I ‘know’ I have better butt”

“Ahem” Reiko coughed “I believe I also have a better butt”

“Didn’t Izuku said that Jirou had a cute butt?” said girl blushed remembering her time with Izuku

“He did, but Tsuyu has the butt, hips, and thighs. So clearly she’s the best”

“True, but Ochako has the butt that would be comfortable to sleep on”

Kendou just rubbed her forehead at the conversation ‘If it’s the best butt then it’s mine, he pretty much kept grabbing it whenever we trained’ she looked up and saw the girls staring at her “I said that out loud didn’t I?”

“WHEN DID THAT EVEN HAPPEN!”

“I-I-I think w-we should let Mina continue” Kendou tries to make an excuse

“We’re not done yet woman”

“So anyway, after I realized that I had a crush on Midori, I tried to just deny it or like bury it, because I really wanted for Ochako to have him” Mina explained, while Ochako was just staring at her “So 2 days after the exam, which I totally passed by the way, I told Izuku that I would teach him ballroom dancing”

“Ballroom dancing? Why?” Momo asked surprised

“Well, I kinda just wanted to talk to him while y’know…we were close to each other. But I told him that it was so that his body would relax and not actually be in the middle of the stress of breakdancing”

“He fell for that?”

“Yep, if you tell him that it was key to being a hero in some way, he would go full steam ahead. Anyway, this is how it went down…”

-Flashback: 6 days after Mina’s realization-

She wasn’t going to fail this time. She would make sure that Izuku would notice Ochako’s love and make them an official couple. Her making Izuku fall for her backfired, making her having a cru-

She shook her head. No, she was not crushing Izuku. She was just grateful for teaching her, she passed the exam after all. That was it, just her being grateful. And no, the pain in her heart was not her being upset that Ochako would get Izuku and be happy with him leaving her alone…it was not that at all.

She sighed and looked down at what she was wearing, she was just wearing a simple black dress, with her shoulders exposed and the dress just going slightly above her knees.

Hopefully, she could make Izuku realize Ochako’s feelings, otherwise….she didn’t know.

Hearing the doors of the stadium opened and she turns around, expecting Izuku to just wear a plain white dress shirt with jeans and his red shoes. What she saw made her jaw drop and a blush went to her cheeks

He was wearing a green dress shirt and over that was a black vest and a red tie, the dress shirt was folded showing his forearm and his scars, he was wearing black slacks and black shoes, his hair was also slightly combed to the left. Overall, he looked hot

‘Midori, why are you doing this to me!’ she whined in her head as her heart then began to hammer

“He-hey Ashido. Sorry, this is what I only had in my closet.” He rubbed his head and chuckled weakly

“I-i-i-i-t’s fine, le-let’s just…start” she pressed play on the boombox she brought and music filled the stadium.

She began instructing him on what to do, where to step, where to hold, etc., but something was bothering her.

“Do you know how to dance?” she asked, she expected that his moves to be sluggish or amateurish, but even as she instructs him, it almost feels like he already knows what he’s doing

“No-not exactly” he admitted and they continued dancing with his hands on her hips and hers on his shoulders “My-my mom used to be a ch-champion in ball dancing, I saw her watching her old videos and she taught me when I was a kid” Mina giggled, imagining a kid Izuku just trying to dance “So I guess I kinda picked it up from her, but it was so long ago that I danced that I don’t even remember some things”

“Well, you seem to be a natural at this, care to take me up for a spin?” she challenged, she was a dancer through and through, and hearing that a classmate was also a dancer? Well, he just pushed all the right buttons.

Izuku gulped but smiled “A-a-any chance you watched Dj Ice?” her eyes widen hearing that, she absolutely loved that! Letting go of her, and ignoring the side of her wanting his hold back, she watched him go to the boombox and chose a song he pressed something and then Cheap Thrills began to play

‘No fucking way’ he approached her smiled

“Wanna dance?” his grin was not out of nervousness but full of confidence. She grins.

They then danced to their heart's content, she smiled seeing how Izuku just swung his feet and how just…expressive he was, she laughed when Izuku just basically danced to get to her other side. Her? She was just having fun, no matter how she sway her hips, how excessive she kicked, or even how she would be spinning the whole time, she would just be smiling the whole way. She was nervous when she was going down, but there was nothing to worry about because Izuku just catches her. She just keeps laughing how he just expresses when he dances, it was a side no one got to see, and yet here she was.

Everything just felt…right, the way he holds her, the way they just synchronized with each step, the way he smiles, the way he laughs, the way his eyes just shines so bright

‘Am…am..I? I can’t! What about Ochako? She loves him, I can’t also be…in love with him’

They finished their dance as they each held each other panting, for a long time they were just staring at each other’s eyes, holding each other in their embrace.

And then…she kissed him

-Flashback Interrupt-

“BULLSHIT!”

“LET ME HAVE MY FANTASY DAMMIT!”

-Flashback Continuation-

They finished their dance as they each held each other panting, for a long time they were just staring at each other’s eyes, holding each other in their embrace.

“Her eyes are so exotic” he mumbles not realizing she heard him, but she didn’t care. She just wanted for this moment to never end.

*clap**clap**clap**clap**clap*

*whistles*

They jumped out of each other’s embrace and looked at the entrance where there were a large group of students and teachers. All of them were clapping and cheering. Aizawa was to the side holding a phone obviously recording them, Midnight was over there wiping a tear out of her eye while also clapping and yelling ‘Bravo! Bravo!’, Present Mic was yelling but was unheard due to the claps and cheers.

“Your time was up when the song began” Aizawa explained pocketing his phone

“But we didn’t stop you, as Aizawa said and I quote ‘It would be illogical’” Present mic chimed in.

“Then the General course came and we just pretty much watched you two perform” Midnight explained, then gushed “But you two were beautiful, just seeing how you two were in sync with your movements made it look so good” then the general course came and pretty much told the same thing, after a few minutes they were able to walk out.

Izuku’s tie was gone and he pocketed it, while his vest was now open. They were walking back to the dorms. Mina was…lost in thought.

She planned to get him closer to Ochako, and yet like the other plan it didn’t happen. She just realized that she loves the guy, which shouldn’t even happen!

And yet…it did. She fell in love and she doesn’t know what to do. She wanted him to be with Ochako, it was destined, she knew it. They would be the perfect couple!

But what about her? She would be alone, she might find some guy in the future. But they weren’t Izuku. This was not those average crushes that you could just move on when you say fuck it, no. This was love. Pure love. She loves him. She wants him.

But what about Ochako? She would be happy, but she wouldn’t.

“Something on your mind?” said the man who was in her mind ‘Yes, you’re on my mind you big idiot’

She sighs. She made a decision. She would make him happy.

She skipped ahead and looked at the sky seeing the moon and the stars “Hey Midori” she heard him choke on the nickname, she giggled ‘Dork’ “What if there was a girl that liked you?”

“H-huh? Me? I-i-i-I don’t think that’s pos-possible Ashi--”

“Mina” she interrupts him “Call me Mina, you basically sweep me off of my feet earlier so might as well” she smiled gently at him and he blushed

“O-o-okay Mina” she smiled, ignoring how her heart just basically fluttered hearing her name

“But you didn’t answer the question”

“I just don’t thi-”

“But what if?” she insisted, Izuku looked at her and sighed

“I guess…I would also like them, kinda depends I guess.”

“What if it was Uraraka?” she asked finally turning to face him “What if Uraraka likes you?” he blushed but thought it through, she waited patiently waited for his answer

“I…I wouldn’t mind that. I guess I can see us being together, bu-but I…I don’t know. I want to see her happy I guess, so if she likes me then…I’ll make sure that she’s happy” he finished with a gentle smile and a slight blush on his cheeks. ‘Ochako, you’re so lucky’

She just wanted to end it there, finish with tease and call it a day. But against her better judgment, her mouth didn’t listen

“What if there was someone else that liked you?” she said staring at him with a blush on her cheeks “What if…Ochako likes you, but someone also likes you. Who would you choose?”

She wasn’t looking at him anymore, just the stars above while she waited for his answer. ‘He’s going to choose Ochako…when he does…maybe I can try to move on.’

“Both”

‘Eh?’

She looks at him “I’ll choose both”

She still stares at him, she was about to yell he can’t just choose both but he then continued “I know it’s such a douche move, but I just can’t see myself choosing just one. If I know that someone other than Ochacko likes me then I can’t choose one and let the other be unhappy” he stares directly at her eyes “I will try my damndest to make the both of them happy, no matter what it takes”

They stare at each other for a long time, then suddenly Mina laughed

“Hahahahaha” Izuku just blushed realizing what he just said. “I’m sorry I’m sorry” she said while laughing “It’s just—you were so serious” she didn’t know why but…she felt lighter.

“So you’ll choose both” she asks after calming down

“Ye-yeah” Mina just smiled

“Well you better live up to that promise and make the both of them happy!” she grabs his hand and pulled him towards the dorms

‘Both huh?’ She looks at him and smiles, he returns the smile with his own

‘I’ll be waiting Izuku~’

-Flashback END-

“And that’s about it” she finishes and stares at the girls, which they just stared at her “Uhhh gals?”

She was then tackled to the ground by a crying Ochako

“I’m so sorry you went through all that because of me!” she said while tears were falling

“I-it’s okay Ocha, no harm done”

“That was very beautiful Ashido” Reiko stated while Ibara nodded.

“Gotta say, didn’t expect that from you pinky” Setsuna teased “Pretty sure you would have stuck with the ‘seducing’ plan all the way”

“If she did, she might need a lingerie next”

“Would you believe that I actually considered that” they then laughed imagining Mina in lingerie trying to seduce Izuku

“But seriously, you went through all that trouble just so Izuku and Ochako would get closer, which then backfires to you falling in love with him” Tsuyu summarized

“That about sums it up” Mina said while getting up from the ground

“He then said that he would choose both if there were some other girls that would be interested in him”

“Newsflash, there are a total of 13 girls that are interested in him.” Tooru chimed in

“Wonder how he would react after knowing that all of us are interested in him?”

“Pretty sure he would flood the whole dorms from crying” they laughed, Kendou looked at the time

“We pretty much have a few hours left before the boys come back from their outing”

“Let’s continue with the stories!”

“Who’s next?”

“Me!” Tooru shouted, then sat on the chair “It all started with an online dating app”

Notes:

Boom cliffhanger! XD

And that's a wrap, only two people this time because it's becoming so long for each person. So exam week is done, but I'm busy with my Thesis, so if I need a stress reliever I go to this. So I hoped you enjoy reading.

Chapter 7: How 2A and 2B girls fell in love with one boy (Tooru)

Summary:

It's now Tooru's turn, an online dating app? How is Izuku involve in this? Turns out Izuku is strong without his quirk. Aizawa is acting a bit suspicious, what's going on? Also more confessions from the girls, but a different kind

Notes:

Ok so back with another chapter of this, one girl for now, I planned for 4 girls in this chapter, but the three girls had somewhat connected stories so I decided to move them to the next chapter, the next chapter is hopefully the last one for this arc. Not this story/oneshot as a whole. I'm just doing this because this is where my brain at right now and I keep getting ideas,

Warning: Before reading this must know that after Tooru tells her story, the girls would be revealing what their...preferences are...and yes I mean sexually. I'll be changing the tags so that you guys will be warned and also for new readers.

So with that I hope you enjoy this chapter.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

“Me!” Tooru shouted, then sat on the chair “It all started with an online dating app”

“Wait you were using a dating app? Why?” Mina asked curiously as to why her best friend would use something like that

“Well, I kinda wanted to meet someone that’s y’know, not actually in our university or class” Tooru then continued “After a few weeks of using the app, I finally got matched with a guy, we talked and talked until we decided to finally meet at a mall. Normally you’re not allowed to go alone, but Midnight volunteered to come with me as she planned to buy something in the mall anyway.”

“So, did you know what the guy looked like beforehand?”

“No, the app doesn’t let you see each other, doesn’t let you give or take photos, so the identity of the person will always be a mystery unless you two decide to actually meet.”

“Got all that Mina?” Setsuna teased and Mina pouted

“I’m not that dumb!”

“Anyway, after all the stressful schoolwork, it was finally time for my date” the girls could feel the joy in the Tooru’s voice slowly disappear “I went there, I saw him and he…saw me”

‘Oh’ the majority of the girls finally realized the problem. Tooru was invisible, the majority of people would instantly go for looks, and Tooru…

“I’m fine, don’t worry” They can hear her voice slowly returning its joy “There’s a happy ending to this”

-Flashback: 6 Months Ago-

She was a fool to hope that her date would actually like her, ‘He was probably expecting a cute girl and not…air’ she sighed, she had hoped that the people she would meet in that dating app would like her for her personality and not just her looks or lack thereof, it just seemed perfect. Nobody knows what they look like, giving them time to get to know each other.

‘I guess that’s why he wanted to speedrun everything. He was kind of too flirty now that I think about it’ It was probably her fault too, she didn’t mention what her Quirk was so the guy would have gotten his hopes up and was excited to meet a cute girl. ‘Welp looks like I’m uninstalling that app now’

She now had to wait for Midnight to finish her shopping and go home, so for now, she would sit here on this bench.

“Hagakure-san?” someone called out to her, looking to her left she saw 2A’s golden boy, Izuku Midoriya dressed in jeans and an All Might hoodie.

“Midoriya? What are you doing here?” she questioned, why would Midoriya be here? Did he have a date too? Or was he just shopping?

“Oh, Aizawa-sensei told me to come with him to the mall to grab some stuff, but then when we got here he just gave me some money and just said ‘Go do what you do best’ and walked away. So I’ve just been wandering mostly. H-how about you?”

“I had a date today, came here with Midnight-sensei. Right about now I’m just waiting for her to come back”

“Ah, so how was your date?” he asked casually

“It was…fun!” she hesitated, but she didn’t need to bring down the mood “We talked and got ice cream, and…that’s it.” She finished slightly sad, her date wasn’t enjoyable at all, the moment her date got here and looked at her, she could feel the disappointment in him, he pretty much just wanted to get out, but was not trying to be mean, she gave him an out when she said that there was an emergency and he just agreed, saying he had something to do also.

“This seat taken?” Izuku pointed at the empty spot next to her while giving her a gentle smile.

“Nope, go ahead” he sat down and leaned back enjoying the noise of the busy mall. They just sat there for a moment, until Izuku opened his mouth

“If you want to vent, I can listen”

“To what?” was she that obvious?

“I know you’re lying” he pointed at her shoulders “Your shoulders are a bit slump and you’re not as expressive as you are when we’re in the dorms”

He…paid attention to her? Tooru was shocked that Midoriya was able to know when she was lying or happy, she thought she was able to fake her mood considering that no one can see her face, and yet here was Izuku looking at her eyes….wait.

She looked at his eyes and noticed that they were looking at her yes…not through them, but actually looking. ‘Can he…see me?’

Izuku seemed to have taken notice of this “A-ah, y-you must be w-wond-ering how I can” he gestured to his eyes “’see’ you” she nodded “Well, during our fi-first year I kinda took the effort to know where you are, I guess you can call it training when I face a villain with a quirk like yours. But during those time I kinda developed a…sixth sense and when I look at you, I would imagine a shape of a face and guess where your eyes are” he explained.

This was shocking news to her. Somehow she felt warm inside. She decided to test his skills and she moved her head and his eyes followed her. ‘Huh, you’re full of surprises Midoriya’

“I mean…it’s not that much trouble really. My date just pretty much came in we talked, now that I think about it even our talks were a bit bland, almost as if he wasn’t trying” and so she began her rant, she was just to keep it short, but her feeling began to surface and she just went on and on.

After her rant she was out of breath, how long was she talking? 5 minutes?

“15 minutes” said a voice, looking to her right she saw Izuku Midoriya smiling gently at her with two drinks in his hand “Y-you were mumbling” he handed her a drink, it was a caramel flavored drink “You might be thirsty so I bought you some”

She took the drink and drank ‘Hmm, caramel…how I love you so’

“So…you had a bad date” Izuku summarized “A-and now, you’re just waiting for sensei to come back”

“Pretty much” she was feeling better after ranting her feelings out “It’s a shame though, I was really excited for this date.” She did wait and imagined that this day would be fun, it wasn’t all bad, Midoriya cheered her up.

“W-well…it doesn’t h-have to end” Izuku stuttered and Tooru raised her eyebrow

“What do you mean?”

“Your date…you can still enjoy it” he said blushing and she frowned

“Midoriya, if you weren’t listening, my date is gone and pretty much ditched me--”

“I’ll be your date” he said suddenly and this got her to shut up

“Wha…”

He coughed and began to impersonate a tomato, pretty sure she could see steam coming out from his ears “Wo-wou-would you like to go on a d-date with me?”

She was shocked, to say the least. A date? A proper one? She smiled

“I-I know that I’m not a g-good date so I-” he was interrupted as Tooru grab his hand and began to drag him

“Let’s go!”

-2 hours later-

What was she upset about again? She couldn’t remember, she was having way too much of a blast with Midoriya to remember.

First, they went to a café and chatted a bit, Midoriya mostly talked about heroes and his time in his work-study, there was an incident in the office that they call the ‘curry incident’, in which someone brought a curry mix of what Endeavor was selling, they then tried it and half the people in the building was chugging milk after one bite, the only survivor was Todoroki, Bakugou, and Midoriya. She was surprised at that, turns out he had a sort of immunity thanks to Bakugo’s mother who specializes in spiciness that would make you breathe fire at some point. While Tooru just told about all the funny shenanigans that happened in her life. She told about when she was a kid she would hide from her mother after taking a bath, she would open the front door but hide inside the house, she would get scolded but she would still laugh at the memory. After the café they went to an arcade, after winning a few games they finally exchanged their tickets for a few prizes, she now has a new stuffed animal to her collection and Izuku now has an All Might Thumbs-up glove.

She turned to her left and saw a punching machine “Hey Midoriya, wanna try that?” Izuku looked at the machine and it was an All Might theme, he smiled like a kid in a candy store and nodded.

The machine was titled “Punch the Villain! Go Plus Ultra!” on the side it said that the machine was designed from a fight that All Might had all those years ago. Which according to Izuku was true, because instead of a normal red bag it was a grey chest, base on Izuku it was based on a villain called ‘Tough Skin’, the villain’s quirk was able to handle one of All Might’s punches making it one of the top 5 longest fights that All Might had. The machine was free to use and anyone can go whenever they want, but considering that this was based on a villain that even All Might slightly struggle with, the odds were not in the players’ favor. But to make it even more unfair, quirks were not allowed.

She looked at the prize and it was a 130 cm green stuffed bunny, she would admit that it was cute and would be her favorite in her collection, but she also knew the odds were not in their favor it’s not like Izuku is strong as All Might…right?

Then the whispers began

“You think the guy would try the machine?”

“No way, that thing is impossible. Even if he did he would break his hand in the process”

“Yeah, I mean look at him. He’s probably skin and bones”

“You think that’s his girl?”

“Pfft, what does he see in her? Her personality?” she could hear the snickering and can’t help but be annoyed. If only they knew how strong Izuku was, she was about to tell him that they should go but he turned to her and pointed at the prize

“You want that?”

“Eh?”

“The stuffed animal? I know you like those things, so do you want it?”

“I-I do, b-but, Izuku it’s impos” He wasn’t listening as he just smiled and took off his hoodie to reveal he was wearing an undershirt, showing his muscles and scars from all those fights he had. She could probably hear the jaw drop from the staff and the people that were whispering before. One of them even wolf-whistled at him. ‘Back off! He’s my date!’

“One green stuff animal, coming right up” he then went to a stance.

Raised his fist, and punched, his fist blurring in a blink of an eye and wind slightly picked up, she felt her hair move due to the wind and she was shocked at the result and so was the spectators behind her.

She expected the thing to not move at all, what she didn’t expect was for the chest to cave in and be sent back to the machine and be embedded to said machine. The machine burst to life with All Might’s voice ‘PLUS ULTRA! CONGRATULATIONS! HERE’S YOUR PRIZE!’ The machine dropped the stuffed bunny and Izuku caught it, he went to her and presented her the stuffed animal

“Tada” he said simply blinding her with that smile of his, she took it and hugged the toy as if it was the most precious thing she has. “Come on, let’s get some ice cream” he grabs her hand and pulls her away out of the arcade

And here they were back to the bench they once sat at and were enjoying some ice cream with her two stuffed animals. She enjoyed her date, heck this was the best date she ever had and it was all thanks to the green-haired boy who was enjoying his All Might special ice cream. She giggled.

“You really like All Might huh?” she said, obviously he did. He has a room filled with merchandise of said hero.

“He’s my hero” he said simply as if it was just a fact. “He inspired me to be a hero, to smile, to save people. He was the reason I wanted to become a hero. I wanted to be like him, I wanted to save people with a smile and make those people smile.” He then scratched his head “I guess that’s also the reason why I couldn’t just let you be sad.” She stared at him after that

“W-why?” she would ignore that her heart was trying to hammer itself out of her chest.

“Because how can I call myself a hero, if I can’t even make one cute girl smile” he smiled at her and Tooru could feel the heat rushing to her face

‘Cute?’ she might have said that out loud because he then turned into a blushing mess

“Ah! I-I-I-I m-ean not cute! NO! You are cute! Adorable even! No, wait! But you’re also beautiful, no I meant I aahh” he was just spitting words while flailing his arms, it was amazing that his ice cream hasn’t fallen yet. But Tooru was now focusing on what she was feeling right now

‘There’s no way right? There’s no way I’m falling for him. He cheered me up because I was his friend. Nothing more, nothing less’

‘Then why do I feel disappointed at that?’

Her mind then went to a talk that she and her mother once had when talking about relationships

“Learning to love?” kid Tooru asked

“Yep, you’re not just gonna fall in love at first sight, there are times where you just have to learn to love them first. Then if you’re sure, commit yourself”

Back to the present, she was still staring at Izuku who was trying to form a sentence.

She smiled

‘All right then’

She leaned in and kissed his cheek “You’re cute to Izu~”

It was at this point that he shut up and his ice cream finally fell, he then stared at nothing while also blushing crazy

“Ahem” she turned and saw Midnight in casual clothes, “I think it’s time for us to get you home” she smiled knowingly.

Tooru then stood up and picked up her stuffed animals. “Okay!” she then saw Aizawa behind Midnight with a wheelbarrow, she raised her eyebrows but shrugged.

She and Midnight then began to walk out of the mall

“Had fun?” asked Midnight

“Yes sensei!” hugging her stuffed animals tight. ‘One day Izu’ she turned around and saw Aizawa putting Izuku on the wheelbarrow and proceed to carry him to the other exit

‘I’ll love you’

-Flashback END-

“The End” Tooru finished her arms wide and joy in her voice. The girls clapped

“Wait was it that same day, that I informed you of my plan?” Tsu asked finger at the bottom of her lip

“If by informing me, you mean you knocking on my door and playing the Russian anthem then yes”

“I’m not sorry *Kero*”

“Okay first off” Kendou started “Whoever your first date was, he was a dick and I’m glad Izuku came to the rescue” the girls nodded in agreement “Second, he punched the machine…without a quirk?”

“Yeah, his usual lightning thing didn’t appear so I guess he didn’t” Tooru thought back, but Setsuna jumped in

“Okay I’m with Prez on this one” Setsuna “You’re telling me that broccoli pretty much destroyed a punching machine, designed from one of the longest fights that All Might had” but then Kinoko butted in with her counter

“And you’re surprised?” they couldn’t see it but they could feel the girl’s eyes were raised “Are you forgetting the joint training? Aka the day that you fell in love with him, aka the day that I realized I have dom and daddy kink”

“Too much information Kinoko!” Kendou scolded but she had blush on her cheeks

“Don’t kink shame me woman!” Kinoko pouted but then pointed an accusing finger at Kendou “And don’t lie, Ms. “Harder! Harder! Oh God! Break me!” I could practically hear you from my room! And I’m 4 doors away from you!” It was at this point that Kendou lunged and Kinoko yelped and ran away, Kendou then gave chase at the mushroom girl, while the rest of the girls just laughed.

It took Kendou 5 minutes to catch Kinoko, all through that time, the redhead was laughing and was just having fun.

“Did you really have to call me out like that” despite calming down, Kendou was still blushing

“The truth will set you free~” Setsuna, Mina, Tooru, Pony and Kinoko sang

“Fine” Kendou huffed “I want to be dominated, I want it rough to the point I’m just a gasping mess. There happy?” She looked away, some of the girls cheered, while some just said ‘Mood’

“I mean, if we’re confessing then I guess I’ll go next” Setsuna raised her hand dramatically “I used to be a dom, but after meeting green I kinda had a…epiphany ”

“Hmm? How so?”

“Well I still like to be a dom, teasing and just taking control…but now I guess I like it when someone puts up a fight and wins. It’s weird like I want to be a dom, but I’ll turn to a sub if the said partner was y’know…would put up a fight”

“That is interesting, but I do not know what the right term for that” Momo “Maybe a switch?”

“Maybe” Setsuna then made a dismissive motion “But enough about that, how about you guys?”

Silence

“Nothing would leave this room…correct?” said a low voice, but can still be heard. They looked at Ibara as she just fidgets in her chair

“Of course” Kendou “Nothing will leave this room Ibara, whatever you confess it will stay right here and no one will speak of it outside of our group” she smiled gently

“Look if this is about what I walked in on,” Setsuna said making Ibara blushed “Don’t worry, I’m not judging, it was surprising sure, but I’m not going to judge you for that”

“Correct, but don’t take this as peer pressure Ibara, feel free to share this with us when you want to” said Reiko, and the ghost girl just gave her friend a thumbs up

“Yeah girl” Ochako gave her two thumbs up “Don’t worry, we’ll keep it a secret. Right Mina” said girl balked

“Of course! I love gossip but I know where to draw the line!”

The rest of the girls nodded and waited patiently for Ibara who gave them a look of thanks.

“..d..m” she whispered lowly, the girls weren’t able to hear it

“Uhhh, we didn’t quite catch that”

Ibara took a deep breath

“BDSM”

The girls blinked

Ibara fidgeted

“Wow, that uhh…huh” Kendou was not able to form words, the majority of the girls were in the same boat. They didn’t expect this from the Christian girl

“It’s disgusting I know” Ibara looked away and the girls panicked

“No no no! It’s not! It’s just…surprising is all” Pony admitted

“Yeah, it’s just wasn’t what we expected” Mina chuckled “Didn’t know you were into that”

“I’m not into public humiliation, or being hurt pyshically” Ibara clarified taking a deep breath “I’m just interested in…being tied up, blindfold, edging, dirty talk….spanking” Yui had to wipe a drool that was coming out of her mouth “while also feeling safe that my partner wouldn’t go far and would know my limits. I still would like to feel the touch and warm feeling of his arms around me as a man that can break me can still love me with his gentle kindness”

Ibara looked up and the girls were just slack-jawed with blushes on their cheeks

“Ummm, did I say something wrong?” Ibara blushed “Oh my, I shouldn’t have said any of th-”

“Ibara that was beautiful!” Kinoko cheered

“Hell yeah girl!” Pony also cheered

“Well that escalated quickly” said Setsuna with a drink in hand.

“I think you pretty much described Izuku there.” Ochako stated her hand on her chin “A man that can break you and yet still gentle? That’s Izuku right there” the majority of the girls agreed

“You…don’t think it’s weird?” Ibara questioned

“Nah girl, as long as you’re not hurting anybody then it’s fine” the girls nodded

“T-thank you. All of you” Ibara sighed a massive weight off her shoulders.

“Anybody else wants to tell their kinks?” Reiko raised her hand

“Cosplay” she said simply and the girls nodded at the simple word she then smirked “And using the backdoor”

“The ba-” Ochako started but stopped herself and just looked at her and so did the girls. Reiko just smirked wider making the girls blushed at the implication.

“You brave woman” Tsu said “I hope you have a wheelchair ready because you’re not gonna walk after he’s done with you”

“That’s even hotter” Yui and Reiko said at the same time

“Wait…” Setsuna realized something “How do you know that?”

Tsu just stared at her, but they could all feel the smug smile she was surely giving. “Wouldn’t you like to know~” she teased

“Tsu! Have you—Have the two of you--” Momo was breaking down while Ochako was looking at her best friend, and if you look closely you could see that her eyes are going from betrayal to how-to-hide-a-body.

“Relax, I slept with him remember?” It took the girls a second, but yes they did remember now. In her story, she and Midoriya cuddled to comfort themselves after the Overhaul fight. “I knew because…well morning wood is a thing” she just explained simply

“Okay then, that I can accept” Setsuna then leaned in and gave a grin “So…how big?” the girls just blushed but leaned in as well. Tsuyu just gave them a grin of her own with her eyes half-lidded

“Let’s just say that if we ever do ‘it’ with him, don’t expect to walk or feel your legs for a while”

The girls blushed, while Jirou excused herself once more. Kendou then began whispering something to Momo, whatever she was whispering made the raven-haired girl blush to the point there was steam coming out of her. Yui was wiping drool, Ibara just flinched with a faraway look. Reiko then began to mumble that if she had enough lube.

After a few minutes has passed everything calmed down once more

“The thirst levels are off the charts!” Setsuna fanned herself

“With all this talk you have to wonder if any of us are still virgins”

….

“I mean we are right?” everyone just nodded “How about Izuku?”

“What about him?”

“Is he still a virgin?”

“He is…right?” the turn to Ochako who blushed

“Yes! Maybe! I don’t know!”

“If he wasn’t, who took his first?” Mina wondered as so did the rest of the girls

-Somewhere in the middle of the woods, inside a lodge-

“Achoo!” a certain Pussycat sneezed

“You okay Mandalay?” asked Ragdoll who was busy typing on a keyboard

“Ye-yeah, I think someone was just talking about me” Mandalay sniffed ‘Was it him? It has been a long time since I’ve seen him’

“Maybe~It’s~Mi~do~ri~ya” Ragdoll sang and Mandalay blushed

“M-m-maybe not, surely he’s busy”

“Mmhmm” Ragdoll hummed giving her friend a Cheshire grin

“Shush you, you’re thinking of him too”

“Ah you see, the difference between you and me is that I fully admit it”

-Back at the UA Dorms-

“Well, there’s no point in worrying” Kendou stated then looked at the clock “We have about 3 hours left before the boys come back. So how about we take another break and finish later after a bite to eat”

“Yeah! I’m starving” Mina whined and Tooru just giggled “Don’t laugh at my misery”

“Well then, I hope pizza is good enough”

“Extra sausage please”

“Don’t make me get the bat Yui”

Notes:

And that's a wrap, I hope you guys enjoyed this. I also gotta emphasized something. This story and its chapters are just jokes and just for the fun of it, but that doesn't excuse me on making things that would make you uncomfortable or offended. If you are offended or uncomfortable then say it in the comments, if it's a legit concern then I can edit my chapters or make the next chapters a bit more friendly but also fun for me. So there you guys have it. And I'll see you guys in the next chapter

Chapter 8: Everyone wants to hook Deku up with Someone

Summary:

It seems almost everyone wants to hook up with Izuku, who are these people? Who is hooking up with who?

Notes:

What? you expected a continuation from the last chapter? Nah, we're gonna go with some wholesome things first...well mostly wholesome. So I hope you enjoy this and have a nice read

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Endeavor hooks Deku up with Fuyumi

Enji Todoroki is a horrible husband and also a horrible father, he knows this, this was now a fact for him. No matter what he does nothing can change that, nothing can change what he did.

But even so…

*Meow*

Even if he has done so many horrible things, mainly to his family, did he deserve this kind of torture?

“He’s cute isn’t he dad?” the voice of his daughter. Fuyumi Todoroki. Came from the video she sent, out of all his children she was the only one that kept in contact with him, sure he contact his son Shouto, but it was more for work reasons, the boy did not want anything to do with him, and considering what he has done to the boy he didn’t blame him.

“I’m gonna call him…MeowMight!” but even so…does he deserve this kind of torture?

Endeavor rubbed his forehead feeling a headache coming in. This was the…5th cat this month and this is the third time in a row that she named it after the previous number 1. He opened the messaging app and began to type to his daughter

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E. Todoroki

Fuyumi, you need to get wedded soon

F. Todoroki

Too busy with work, plus can’t seem to find the perfect guy

E. Todoroki

Surely your co-workers are suitable for you

F. Todoroki

They’re not my type, some of them are just way too rowdy. I want a family man

E. Todoroki

How about from online apps? Or something like that

F. Todoroki

The moment that they see I’m a Todorki, they’ll get scared. Plus I don’t trust those kinds of apps.

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Right, his status and reputation were carried out to his children as well. But he didn’t want to give up, surely there was a man for her, one that would stop making her have cats and naming after All Might…okay at the very least stop naming them after All Might. He then heard a ping, looking at his phone he saw that his daughter messaged him again.

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F. Todoroki

Look dad, if you can find me a guy that’s strong, smart, caring, protective, good with kids, a family man, can cook and is not scared of you, I’ll marry that person in an instant.

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He blinked seeing the message, so that was her type. That was who she was looking for. He looked up and saw the students of UA that were doing work studies in his agency, but his focus was on a sole person.

Strong? Check, he saw the Overhaul fight he was definitely strong.

Smart? Based on Shouto, he was one of the smartest guys in class, so check.

Caring? Shouto said he wouldn’t hurt a fly if he knew it would hurt its feeling, plus he seemed to care for his friends so check.

Protective? Shouto said he once beat up a whole street of gangs with knives and guns, just because said gangs called a child he was caring for a freak. So check.

Can cook? Shouto said he was one of the best cooks in his class to the point that he has been assigned for dinner duty every day. Check on that one.

Not scared of him? He remembers the Sports Festival and also the fact that he’s here means he was not scared of him.

He smiled and got up from his seat and went towards the students, some of the interns went to the side as he walked, meanwhile, the students were busy arguing, well the blonde boy was yelling, his son was just listening, and the boy he had his eyes on just simply tried to calm them down.

“Deku” this got them to stay quiet and said boy stood straight and his interns stayed quiet. “I have a few questions for you, answer them honestly”

“Yes sir!” the boy responded stiffly

“Are you good with kids?” he asked crossing his arms, the boy faltered but regained his composure

“Y-yes sir!”

“He’s taking care of Eri” his son pointed out “At this point, he’s pretty much his daughter”

“Yeah, the brat is pretty much attached to the nerd” the blonde boy, Bakugou, commented

So he’s good with kids. Check.

“Next, question. Are you a family man?” again the boy faltered a bit but regained his composure

“Y-yes sir! I enjoy my time with Eri and will love and support her always!” he declared staring at the pro’s eyes, while he could hear how moved his interns/employees were in his declaration.

Family man. Check.

That’s everything, which means that he was perfect for Fuyumi

“Midoriya, stand still I need to take your picture” he held up his phone and opened the camera app. His son looked at him weirdly but didn’t question it. He took the picture and sent it to Fuyumi he then typed ‘Found your husband’, pocketing his phone he put his hand on Midoriya’s shoulder.

“Midoriya, I have a task for you. This task is of grave importance and you are the only one I can trust that can fulfill this task”

Midoriya swelled with pride hearing his words, while Bakugou was just steaming in anger, his son raised his eyebrow.

“Y-yes sir! I-I will do my best!”

“Excellent. Your task is this” he then pulled out a picture of his daughter and showed it to Midoriya and everybody else leaned in “You are to marry and impregnate my daughter”

The echoing sound of ‘Eh?!’ was heard from Fuyumi’s room who was staring at the picture her father sent her.

“I mean….he is cute”

 

Kamui Woods hooks Deku up with Mt. Lady

Shinji Nishiya aka Kamui Woods knew some great things about his friends/co-workers. His friend Death Arms were, funnily enough, was scared of the dark which was also ironic considering most of his missions/fights consist of abandoned factories or warehouses. His other friend though was…something. Now don’t get him wrong, he respects Mt. Lady to some degree but her antics and her choices in life just made him question her sometimes. To the majority of the people, she was a hero for the fame and money, to some *ahem* perverts *ahem* she was a hottie and had a nice piece of ass, but he and her friends knew better. She was just acting, sure to the public she was that, but she still had the will to be a hero, a caring nature, and some professionalism…for the most part. No, one of the things that made him question her was her…love life.

There was a rumor that he and she were dating, but that was that. Just a rumor. They were friends and co-workers, nothing more and nothing less. Besides, her eyes were set at a…younger age. Specifically a certain green-haired hero in training.

It all started at the sludge incident, if the said event would be questioned or brought in any way then she would go into a rant about how he just stole the show, but in private she would go in a blushing mess while mumbling ‘Ohmygodhewassocuteohmygodohmygod’, next was the sports festival where his…fighting side(?) was shown, he could still remember the drool she had that day making him shudder.

Her crush on him was evident and only he was the only one that knew because of their sort of ‘partnership’. Why hasn’t she made a move yet? Well, as much as she likes to tease men in front of the cameras or how much she flaunts her body she of course when the said hero-in-training is nearby will transform into a shy schoolgirl constantly hiding in alleyways, dumpsters or would just simply run off. It annoyed him to the point he just wanted to bind them together until Mt. Lady herself would ask him out.

But until that day comes he would just have to tolerate her antics and rants about how ‘cool’ he was.

He sighed as they turn the corner, right now the two of them were asked by Endeavor to look out for some UA students that were interning at his agency, they were sent here to do patrol, and the two pros were tasked to look out for them because they knew the area.

“Can’t believe we have to babysit some kids” whined his partner, he sighed “Hopefully they’re capable, so we don’t have to hold their hands for each patrol”

“Maybe they are, they are interning with the current no. 1 hero after all.”

“Hopefully, it’s just a drag that we have to look out for them, can’t someone else do it?”

“We’re the ones that know the area best, so it was obvious that we’re the right choice”

“Still it’s pre--” she stopped herself as her eyes widened in panic. He knew that look, it was the ‘He’s here, I need to hide’.

‘But what’s he…no way’ Kamui Woods turned to the meeting point and found a blonde boy yelling at another boy with a scar on his face and of course Mt. Lady’s prince charming at the center. He turn to where his partner was and found no one there, he sighed and turn to the corner they were before and he saw her pressed against the wall and mumbling ‘ohgodohgodohgodhe’shere’ he pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.

Wait

This was his chance

He looked to the meeting place and his partner, under his mask he smirked.

“Hey guys! Over here” he called out and the students looked up, he could see the blonde boy say ‘finally’ and the green-haired student turned to joy seeing who called to them. Meanwhile, his partner looked at him with betrayal and tried to run away, he acted quickly and trapped her with his quirk, he knew she could break it if she went big, but doing so would make her stand out and he knew she didn’t want that.

He saw the students jogging towards them and released his hold.

“Sorry we’re late, we got held up by a villain” he explained, his partner slipped on her professional persona, it was as if she wasn’t a blushing mess earlier. “Anyway, I’m--”

“Kamui Woods and Mt. Lady!” the green-haired student gushed out “You two made your debut on the same day and the same place, Kamui Woods specializes in capturing villains and making sure they don’t get away” he then turns to his partner “You specialize in Big Villain fights and using your size you use the strength that comes with it as an advantage in fights that would benefit you size” he then produced a notebook out of thin air “Can you sign this?”

If he had a camera he would picture this moment because the boy was literally fanboying and his partner was a blushing mess.

After a quick introduction, they then walked around the neighborhood explaining the ins and outs, the most area that’s full of villains and the area that have fewer villains, they were now taking a short break before going on a real patrol

“Look the areas here are big, so we need to split into two groups” his partner flinched and looked at him ‘You’ll thank me later’ “So I suggest that Bakugou and Todoroki are with me and Mt Lady and Midoriya would be the second group”

“Can I ask why?” Todoroki asked but he was prepared for this

“Easy, while the two of you are skilled fighters, most villain fights require capturing villains or making sure that the civilians in the area are not harmed during a fight. That’s why we’re going to the area in which there are more villains.” He then looked at Deku “While you Midoriya…suck at social practices” the kid balked but didn’t deny the statement “While some heroes are just for fighting villains and you just like these two excel at that. The problem is your interaction with people, you stutter and blush and can’t even form a coherent sentence. Civilians won’t feel safe with a hero they can’t even interact with” this got the boy’s attention “You don’t have to talk to them like have a conversation, a simple smile or thumbs up would be fine. My partner here” he gestures to Mt. Lady “Excels at that” Mt. Lady decided to butt in

“Hold on here, Deku here has those black tentacle things. Wouldn’t those actually work well with capture?” She countered, but she’s not going to chicken out on this one.

 “While yes it is, but Endeavor already trains him in that department. While I can teach him, I don’t want to distract him with something else if he’s already being taught by someone”

Mt. Lady sighed in defeat and accepted her fate. With the group finishing their break they began their patrol. Before he even managed to swing away he heard his phone go off, taking it out he saw a message from his partner

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Mt. Lady

I hate you

But thanks.

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He smiled and pocketed his phone.

‘Hopefully, you’ll ask him out soon, because I got the strangest feeling that you’re not the only one that wants him’

 

Nejire gives her boss a piece of the Deku

Her boss needed a boyfriend. This was the thought of Nejire Hado as she walked the halls of UA. While she respects her boss in dedicating her time to hero work, she needed someone to love and hold her.

How was she sure of this?

Well, one time when she was scouting the area around the agency she decided to surprise her boss by flying to her window and knocking at her window. What she didn’t expect was her watching soap opera on her large TV and whispering about how she wished a man would sweep her out of her feet and take care of her, she didn’t see much because Ryukyu turned and saw her. She got scolded and told to never tell anyone about what she saw and heard.

She kept her promise but it was still in her mind, so she decided to do her boss a favor and try to find a boy.

There was only one problem, there was no boy she knows that would actually fit Ryukyu. Sure there were some handsome boys in her class and other class, but being handsome was not enough.

Ryukyu needed someone to understand that she want to be a hero, meaning dates and times when they were alone or see each other will be rare, she didn’t need someone who would hold her back or make her think that being a hero was a burden. The second would be the guy had to truly care for her, Ryukyu was beautiful, rich, and famous, she was the whole package. Meaning some guys wouldn’t care for her and actually just want the fame and money that came with her, no it needed to be a guy that would actually care for Ryukyu. And try as she might there was no guy—

“Are you alright Nejire-senpai?” asked a voice, turning to her right she saw Izuku Midoriya, 1A’s golden boy.

“Yes, I’m just thinking of something” she said as she got into a thinking pose

“W-what about?”

“It’s abo-” she then realize who she was talking to. Izuku Midoriya. The rumored guy that can make any girl fall for him. She knew because she was one of them. And Yuyu was one of them, she practically has a shrine in her closet. Then the gears in her head turned and then clicked, she grinned

“Uhhh. Nejire-”

“Deku! What do you think of Ryukyu? Do you think she’s beautiful? Do you think she’s a fantastic hero? If you were given a chance to date her, would you take it? If you two were to have children, would you name them after me? Say what kind of women do you like?” she gave him a list of questions, but she knew can answer all of them, his hands were flying everywhere but he still answered

“W-well, I think she’s a fantastic hero, she deserves the no. 10 spot despite what she said that she didn’t earn it. Y-yes. Absolutely. Y-y-y-yesss. M-maybe. I don’t really have a preference, if they’re nice then I guess that’s good enough for me” that’s what she loved about Deku, he could answer all her questions no matter how many and how fast they were.

“Hey, are you free this Saturday?”

‘Don’t worry Ryukyu, Deku is here’

-At the Ryukyu Agency-

“Achoo” the pro heroine sneezed then shuddered as if someone was planning something behind her back

“Yo you good?” asked her visitor

“Yes, I’m fine.” She then sat straight in her chair “So what brings you here Miruko?”

Ryukyu challenges Miruko….Deku I’ll run if I were you

“Oh I was just in the neighborhood” she said oh so casually, Ryukyu squinted her eyes

“You and I both know that’s bullshit. So cut the crap and tell me why you’re here” normally she would be elegant with her words, but she was in the presence of a friend so she could let out a few curses here and there

“Oh I just heard from a certain someone, that you’re trying to get a certain student to intern with you” she dragged on as she walked around her office “And I was wondering if you get him as your intern…that you and I should t-t-team up” she said the word team up as if it was forced, which knowing her was.

‘Teaming up? Miruko doesn’t do team-ups. A certain student? Does she mean-’ her eyes widen as she figures out who she was talking about “…No”

“Wh-what?! Why?!” Miruko faltered a bit then tried to bring back her composure “C-come on, we could do so well! And I don’t normally do team-ups remember? So this is a great opportunity! Bond exercises and whatnot” she smiled innocently as if she could try and persuade the other pro.

She stood up from her chair and approached her. “First of all, that just it. You don’t do team-ups so that right there is a huge red flag. And second, ” she jabbed a finger to Miruko “You. Are. Not taking him away from me”

Miruko looked at her and then her eyes widen “Oh. Oh….You want him too” she smirked sparking a challenge

“Damn right I do.”

“Well sorry girl, but in case you haven’t heard” Miruko gestured herself “I’m a total babe”

“Oh yeah? Well, so am I. What do you have that I don’t”

Miruko then lifted her leg “These thighs”

“You sound so sure that he’ll want you over me”

“Girl I know for sure, have you seen our fandom?” both women shuddered “Point is, I’m wanted and people are obsessed with me.”

“Okay then, let’s have a deal.”

“Oho, this I like”

“If by somehow Deku interns with me, let’s team-up.” Ryukyu smirked

“Oho, and what’s the challenge or deal you’re talking about” Miruko now pumped up, she loves a good challenge and getting the greenie? Bonus.

“First one to leave a hickey on him gets to have him” Miruko’s eyes widened at that but then grinned

“You’re on!”

-1A UA Dorms-

Izuku shuddered as he felt as if he would be in grave danger, he reached out to his neck almost expecting something. He shrugged and looked forward. In front of him was the principal of UA himself, Nezu.

“So uhh. What’s the big news sir?” Izuku asked looking at those unblinking eyes of his principal

“Oh, nothing big. It’s just that Ryukyu herself has extended an invitation for you to intern with her”

“R-r-really?! I-I’m honored sir”

“Yes, the documents will be sent to you if you ever wish to say yes, and don’t worry with your current work-study, I’ll handle the paperwork if you decide to go to Ryukyu”

“A-ah, thank you sir very much” Izuku bowed deeply

“Think nothing of it” and the principal then walked away along with Eraserhead, but before reaching the doors he casually said, “Oh I think, Miruko herself would be teaming up with Ryukyu. I’m not sure though, it is just a rumor after all” then proceed to walk out of the dorms leaving Izuku staring with bloodshot eyes at the news.

After walking a few minutes Aizawa spoke “Sir, didn’t you just have a call with Miruko earlier. Pretty much informing her of Midoriya’s offer?”

“Oh yes, I do remember that conversation”

“May I ask why you told her about the offer?”

“Oh it’s all so simple”

Aizawa leaned in waiting for the answer

“Because it’s Monday”

Notes:

Will there be more of this? Yes. Do I have more to say? No

Chapter 9: How 2A and 2B girls fell in love with one boy (Setsuna, Kinoko, Pony, Reiko, and Ibara) - Finale(?)

Summary:

It's now time for the final girls to tell their story before the boys comes back, after a romantic tale and the plan finally revealed another news was announced that concerned Eri. Kaminari is an idiot

Notes:

And we are now for the final act of this arc, it was fun to make this to be completely honest, this chapter is over 10,000 words, but I still loved it. So I hope you guys enjoy this see you at the end notes

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

“Ok, so I hope everybody’s satisfied now and we can continue with the stories” they were now done with their snack break, there was a total of 20 boxes of pizza on the floor and 6 boxes in the kitchen for the boys when they come back, Momo insisted on paying for all of it, even though the girls were willing to share, but Momo was insistent and the adorable face she was making was way too hard to resist.

“Yes” said Momo who was wiping her mouth with a napkin “I believe it’s Tokage’s turn to tell her story”

“Yep!” using her quirk Setsuna flew and assembled in the chair ”So I got a crush on the greenie after our first joint training with you guys, then as Kinoko said, pretty much fell for him in our second joint training”

“Oh! You mean Izuku pretty much dominating his match?” Pony asked “Because I fell for him that way too, although as I was a spectator during the match”

“Wait” Jiro interrupted “So Kinoko, Setsuna and Pony fell in love with the greenie at the same event?”

“Looks like it?”

“So are we going to hear the same story three times?” Mina added “With just y’know…different perspectives”

“Hmmm, seems like it” Kendou contemplated

“Oh, I know!” Pony said excitedly “Why don’t me, Kinoko and Setsuna tell our story at the same time, that way we don’t waste time and tell our story with just different perspectives”

The girls looked at each other mainly Setsuna, Pony, and Kinoko. Then Setsuna grinned “Hell yeah!”

“Hmm, that does sound like a good idea. We won’t be wasting time and we could still tell our story. That is of course if you guys agree with it” Kinoko said “Plus mine is actually quite short, so this actually helps me”

“Yeah I agree with Pony’s suggestion, plus the boys will come soon and I don’t want this to be a to be continued” Setsuna agreed, and then it was decided that they won’t be changing the order, but Setsuna will stop her story after her telling when she had a crush, then Pony will tell her story how she developed her crush, then Kinoko. After that, the three of them would switch on telling how they fell in love in the second joint training.

“So, anyway I was still feeling a bit shitty about losing to Bakugou”

“And let me guess, Izuku came into the rescue and cheered you up” Jirou smiled and so did the rest of the girls

“Yep”

-Flashback: Aftermath of the first Joint Training-

‘I feel so pathetic’ Setsuna thought as she walked alone at the hallways of UA and heading to back to her classroom. It was probably an hour or so after their Joint Training with the 1A, a lot of things happened and a lot of students managed to show off, heck the green-haired guy, Deku or something, pulled a tentacle things from his arm, wrecked the training area, but still managed to take a win. It was a sight to see, she would admit seeing the guy in action, all serious and dominant made things stir in her ‘Gonna have fun teasing him’ she joked inside her head making her laugh lightly. But no her mood was soured due to her loss.

Their plan was perfect, her plan was perfect. But it crashed the moment that Bakugou decided to be a team player, and now they lost because she was too confident in her plan. Her teammates forgave her and so did her class, Monoma was his usual dickish self but was still sympathetic towards her and her efforts.

But still. They lost because of her, that’s a feeling she couldn’t shake off

“Ah! Excuse me Tokage-san!” someone called out to her, she turned around and lo and behold the green-haired kid she was thinking about earlier jogging towards her with a smile on his face ‘Wonder what he needs’ she looked down at his tie ‘And who made that abomination?’ the boy stopped in front of her slightly panting, then produced a notebook out of thin air ‘Where the hell--’

“Can I ask about your Quirk?” he asked with stars in his eyes. Ah, she did hear from Kendou that there was a quirk genius in Class A ‘Now that I think about it, she had this light blush on her cheeks when she was telling about the guy’ a grin formed on her face ‘Oho, I think I found her boy’

“Sure, we can walk and talk”

“Okay!” he smiled and it was so bright she had to close her eyes ‘Too bright!’ “Your Quirk’s name is Lizard Splitter and ---” and there he goes, she has to admit his questions were something, there were some good points and most of his theories were right and some she needed to test, but that will not happen because—

“Midoriya calm down! I can’t understand most of what you’re saying!” it was too fast for her to completely understand.

“A-ah sorry” he scratched his head “I just get excited when I talk about Quirks”

“Yeah I noticed”

“A-a-anyway, y-your quirk is really cool, the fact that you can detach yourself and yet still able control and feel your limbs is a great quirk to being a hero” and there he goes with his fanboyness once more

“Yeah, didn’t do much for Bakugou though” she grumbled

“What are you talking about? You and your team were amazing!”

“Yeah, but we still lost” she countered and she noticed that his eyes changed a bit. It wasn’t shy anymore.

“And? Your team pulled off a good strategy to counter Kacchan, if he was still what he was before then you would have won” his shoulders then relaxed and he stood up straight “The fact that you made the plan to counter Kacchan and use Jiro’s quirk against her, proves how amazing you are.” He smiled and she could feel heat rush to her face

‘Huh…is this what Prez feels?’ then the bell went off signaling the end of the day

“Ah! I forgot my bag!” he was about to run off but turned to her and bowed “Thank you very much Tokage-san!” standing up straight he then run towards his classroom.

She then turned and looked up and saw that she was in front of her classroom

“Huh, didn’t even notice I was here already”

“Yeah” a voice said, she looked down and saw Kendou staring at her with a slightly annoyed look on her face “You two were just standing there and looking at each other for like 5 minutes” she said with slight annoyance ‘Oh right, she has a crush on him’ Setsuna then grinned and leaned to the side

“What? Jealous~” she teased and Kendou blushed

“J-je-je—Me?! As if!” she crossed her arms and looked away

“Don’t worry, I won’t steal your boy from you” she walked past Kendou who sputtered once more ‘Not like I have a crush on him, right?’

She would soon know that yes, she did have a crush on him as she spent her night staring at her ceiling unable to sleep due to a certain boy in her head. She only uttered one word.

“Fuck”

-Flashback END-

“And that’s about it” Setsuna then chuckled “Who knew the greenie was good at words”

“I think we established that Izuku is pretty much and I quote ‘a smooth-talking bastard’” Mina said

“I mean he made Prez fall for him with just words alone” Setsuna gestured at said girl “But who knew you were a jealous type”

“I was not jealous!”

“You couldn’t stop looking at me like you were going to chop my head off”

“*cough* anyway, it’s my turn!” Komori yelled out lifting her chair and setting it aside next to Setsuna’s “So I think it happened during our first years as well, I was going to the cafeteria when suddenly these guys just started bullying me”

“Meanie”

“What a bunch of jerks”

“You should have told me” Kendou said “I would have beat them up and told a teacher”

“Nah it’s fine” Kinoko smiled “Izuku was there to help”

-Flashback: 1 year ago-ish-

“Look at the freak”

“Bet her eyes are so ugly she has to hide them”

“Dude, her quirk is so weird though”

“I know right, she was so obsessed with mushrooms back in middle school”

This was what surrounded Kinoko Komori as she just stood there. She was about to head to the cafeteria to join her friends, but suddenly she was cut off by a group of General Studies students, mainly her old classmates when she was in middle school.

“Man, if freaks like her are in the Hero course the standards might be so low” said a boy that was surrounding her…then another voice came.

“Pl-pl-please s-stop sa-saying those th-things to her” she looked up and so did the other students. She saw a green-haired student standing there arms raised and had a look that was very very nervous.

‘Who’s he?’

“Why?!” shouted a boy “We ain’t doing anything wrong” the boy shrugged

“Y-y-you’re bu-bullying her, you’re calling her n-names” stuttered the boy, she was glad for the help but she doesn’t think stuttering is going to help

“Y-y-y-you” mocked another boy “Guy thinks he’s tough when he can’t even say a sentence right” he and the other boys laughed

“Besides, we’re just showing her, her place” the green-haired balled his fist the moment he heard that. “Ain’t that right Komori-chan” the boy flicked her forehead making her yelp in pain. When she opened her eyes she was surprised to see the green-haired kid was in front of the boy who flicked her, fist raised ready to give a punch and in a flash, his fist made contact with the other boy’s nose she heard a crunch as the boy fell clutching his nose.

“Ah dammit! That shit hurt!” said boy as he clutched his now broken nose, the green-haired kid had an angry look on his face which then changed to shocked and then concern

“A-ah so-sorry! Are you al-alright?” said the green-haired boy

Then a boy raised his hands in defense “Oh shit we’re sorry!”

“Ye-yeah we were just having fun!” said another boy while the rest helped the other boy up his feet and drag him to the nurse's office. Once the boys were out of sight the green-haired kid turned to her

“A-a-are you o-kay?” he asked, she gave a smile of gratitude

“Yes, thank you for that”

“S-s-sorry for intruding like that, m-my body just moved on its own” he admitted

“Well still, thanks for standing up to me like that” she gave him two thumbs up “You’re a shroom guy” she had to admit that she cringed herself hearing that ‘gotta be good at those things at some point’

She then heard him chuckle and she smiled “Kinoko Komori. You are?” Might as well know her savior

“Izuku Mi--”

“Midoriya” said a gruff voice and Izuku stood straight, the both of them looked in the direction of the voice and they saw a man wearing black clothes and a strange scarf with a tired look on his face as if he didn’t get any sleep at all. She saw Izuku started to sweat a bit ‘Hopefully he’s not in trouble’

“10 minutes detention”

“Y-yes sir!” Izuku saluted and the man walked past them, but before he could pass Izuku the man leaned in a bit and whispered, thankfully she was close so she could hear the man whisper ‘Go for the jaw next time’

After the man was gone Izuku sighed in relief, Kinoko laughed a bit but then noticed the time “Hey wanna go to the cafeteria together?” she offered, she wanted to talk to her savior for a bit before they split off and never talk again

“S-sure”

They walked to the cafeteria together, talked a bit, but once they got their food they split off and went to their respective friends

‘Izuku Midoriya….what a cute name’

-Flashback END-

“That’s it for my story”

“Okay, so whoever those bullies were they need a good ass-kicking” Mina said with an annoyed look on her face

“I agree, but I think Izuku got it handled. Base on the story, his nose wasn’t safe from his fist”

“And that was before he got total control on his quirk!” Tooru yelled out “Imagine if he just punched him with one of those”

“I don’t think he’ll survive that”

“Anyway, Pony” said girl hopped off her seat and placed it next to Setsuna, making Setsuna in the middle.

“Ok, so you guys know that my Japanese is not good, Monoma was the only one that actually ‘helped’ me” she air quoted the word ‘helped’

“Yeah, as much as he was a jerk, he did know English”

“Still mad that you guys didn’t point out that I was basically bad-mouthing 1A”

“Again, we’re sorry about that.” Kendou said apologetically

“Well, it’s in the past, so no use in actually bringing it up again” Pony sighed “Anyway, after we all took our license, Izuku approached me”

-Flashback: 5 days after Class 1B Provisional License Exam-

Pony Tsunotori was walking to her dorms after a long day of school ‘Can’t wait to take a hot bath and watch anime’ yes she was a weeb, what about it? She would cherish and fight anyone that would dare to make her stop watching anime

“Tsunotori-san” someone called out making her turn around, only to find 1A’s golden boy, Izuku Midoriya jogging towards her ‘Huh, wonder what he wants’

“Yes Midoriya? Something you need?”  she asks, though her Japanese wasn’t good she was improving

“Oh I just need to ask a few questions, i-if that’s alright,” he asked nervously, but she could feel the fanboyness radiating out of him ‘Is this what I am when I talk about anime?’

“Sure! Lay it on me” she said happily, hopefully, she could answer his questions.

“Ok so, are heroes in America different from the hero we have here?” he asked. In. Perfect. English.

Her jaw dropped hearing him in English, she couldn’t believe it. There was another student she could talk to! And can understand her!

Well I know about the current Top 10 there, but honestly I’m not that familiar with them, I’m more interested in their goals, stories and you know things like th-ACK!” he couldn’t finish his sentence as Pony gripped his shirt and pulled him closer to her making him lean down and staring at her eyes and happy smile.

Y-yeah, I-I watched a lot of shows when I was a kid, most of them were English so I just picked it up there” he said sheepishly, he then began to blur as Pony began to shake him

Can you teach me how to speak Japanese?! Please pleasepleaseplease

O-Ok Tsunotori-san, bu-but please stop shaking me” he said and so she did, she could see swirls appear as he was dizzy

O-oops, so-sorry” she then released him from her hold and he bend over a bit to stretch his back

I-it’s ok, but yes. I ca-can teach you Japanese

Yey!

Many days went by as Izuku began to teach her Japanese, sure some of their lessons were come and go considering that the two of them were busy people, they didn’t mind it. Since some of their lessons were a bit too much with so little time, Izuku suggested they go with the way he knew English…through shows and movies

And this is what got her excited. Because they are also going to watch anime. Learning and enjoying herself at the same time? Hell yeah!

The plan was to watch a movie, episode, or even a part of a show in English and then watch the same thing but only the voice or language was in Japanese, that way she would understand what the characters were saying even though if she couldn’t understand it. It wasn’t the perfect plan, there are flaws here and there but it was the quickest and efficient way for both of them.

Right now, they were watching a movie about a guy with cancer who then became a hero with regenerative abilities.

“Technically he’s an antihero” clarified Izuku sitting beside her “He’s a mercenary who kills people, does it for money, and is entirely selfish”

“But he’s still somewhat a good guy” Pony argues

“Of course, I’m not saying he’s a villain or anything.” He gestures the move they were watching on her laptop “He is selfish, but sometimes his selfishness is for the right reasons” the movie was now showing said guy trying to rescue a girl “His goals and reasons…well some reasons does give him the light as being a hero, but what he does during that is what differs him from other heroes” Pony just stared at him while the movie was playing

“You’re so into this” he blushed

“W-well, I guess he’s my…second favorite antihero” he admitted

She hummed as they finished the movie, right now they were having a free day. Her handling of Japanese was going well so they decided to have a day off with the lessons. She then looked at Midoriya who was busy stretching, he was wearing a black t-shirt with a spider logo on the chest ‘He was a fan of those. Something about how he relates to the character’ she then looked at his face, his adorable face.

Okay

Fine

She may or may not have developed a crush on Izuku during their time together. BUT THAT IS A BIG MAYBE.

“Oh yeah” Izuku mumbled, he took out his bag and was looking for something “Aha!” he cheered and fished out a piece of paper

“What’s that?” she asked curiously what the piece of paper was

“This is..” he then presented it to her face “your certificate! Congratulations Tsunotori-san, you’re now able to speak Japanese fluently!” he cheered and true to his word the piece of paper was a homemade certificate it reads ‘This certificate is awarded to Pony Tsunotori for being able to speak Japanese under the guidance of Izuku Midoriay’ there was also a drawing of her on the left side and the right side were people talking with the chat bubble filled with Japanese words.

Then her mind processed what he just said…she was done?

She didn’t even notice it, but she was speaking Japanese more fluently heck her friends even commented on it.

She was done, finally…but why couldn’t she feel happy for some reason

“A-ahh, is this too much?” Izuku asked his cheerfulness dropping a bit “I thought of making you something to congratulate you, and this was the only thing I thought of so uh” he scratched his head in nervousness

Ah that’s why

If they were done…then she couldn’t see him again

Well shit.

“Tsunotori-san?” oh right…the certificate

“A-ah!” she turned to him smiling, it was forced but she couldn’t show him that she was sad “T-thank you, just shocked is all. It just…feels like yesterday when you agreed to help me” she said with a bit of sadness in her voice

“Time flies when you’re having fun” he chuckled, god she gonna miss his laugh “And we were having fun”

“Ye-yeah” she said accepting the certificate “We did…”

He then sat back down and Pony wanted to lean on him…okay fine she had a crush.

“So what do you want to watch next time?” he casually asked as he stretched once more….

What…

“Huh?”

“What do you want to watch next time? Now that we’re not watching them for your lessons we can actually get to enjoy ourselves.” He smiled at her

What.

“Tsunot--”

“You’re not gonna leave me?”

“No…why would I? Unless you want me to of course!”

“No!” she said that a bit too loudly than she liked “I-I’m just surprised that you still want to hang out is all”

“Of course I do, why wouldn’t I?”

“It’s just that, I thought we were only doing this because you were teaching me” she admitted pushing her two fingers together

“At first yeah” he scratched his cheek “But I do enjoy hanging out and watching things with you.”

“Really?”

“Yep” he said and smiled

She gets to see that smile again. In a sudden burst of joy, she tackled him to a hug sending them to the ground.

And then her door burst open

“Pony I heard you shout what--” Setsuna was standing there looking at the two of them. On the floor. With her on top of him. They blushed as they realized their position.

“Wait It’s not--” Both of them tried to explain but was once again interrupted

“What going on h--” Kendou then peeked around Setsuna to look at what was happening only to see the both of them still on the floor, she then gave the both of them a cold stare but was saved…kinda by Setsuna

“Just wear protection you two~” she teased as she closed the door

They just stayed there staring at the door in silence

“So…sa-same time next week?”

“Y-yeah“

-Flashback END-

“And that’s my story”

“Awwww” the girls cooed

“You sure you’re not a jealous type Prez?” Setsuna teased and Kendou just chopped her neck

“I forgot that Izuku knows English” said the invisible girl “Isn’t he like the most fluent we have in our class?”

“Yep, him and Momo” Mina pointed at the rich girl

“Yes, it surprised me when he sang one of the songs that I watched” Momo confirmed remembering when she was singing absentmindedly in English and Izuku suddenly joined her.

“All I see is Izuku watching All Might shows” Ochako chuckled “Most of All Might’s shows are in English, so it’s no surprise that he knows English”

“Huh…you’re right”

“Enough about that, it’s time for our threesome special!” Setsuna cheered and Kendou groaned

“S-so when did this happen again?” Momo asked while also blushing lightly

“Hm? Oh during our second joint training”

“Second—wait during the 1 v 10 matches?!”

“Yeah~” Kinoko and Setsuna sighed dreamily and Pony just looked at them

“Yes” said Pony simply

“So how did it happen?”

“Well I guess I’ll start, so I’m going to start after the teachers announce the event”

-Flashback: 2nd Joint Training (Pony POV)-

“1 V 10 MATCHES?!” screamed the boy with purple balls for hair, he wasn’t the only one that was shocked all of the students were shocked at hearing the event.

“Yes” Aizawa nodded “Most fight out there aren’t fair, sometimes you fight with a group or with partner” Midnight stepped in and continued “But some also have you against groups that are far too many to handle. It is in this exercise that you get to experience that” Some of the students grinned while some looked scared, Aizawa then continued “With that being said, some of you might be going again after you already went in, so I suggest you finish the fight quickly and efficiently” A lot of them gulped while the purple-haired boy cried

“But don’t worry” said All Might stepping in “Each match is not centered in a fight alone, even a hero runs away sometimes” Present Mic then chimed in “That’s right listeners, in this exercise, there are two winning options for the lone hero. Fight or Escape”

Pony then hoped she would at least be in a team, as much as she trained hard, she isn’t sure that she can survive a fight with 10 other students

“I wouldn’t be so confident if I were you” said the principal who suddenly popped out of Aizawa’s scarf “Even if you are going in with a team, the lone hero might surprise you” she didn’t know why but Pony looked at Izuku of all people and seeing him…calm? Well, he wasn’t totally calm, he was still fidgeting but his shoulders were relaxed and his eyes were just full of…determination?

“With that being said” the principal clapped “Let’s draw lots shall we?”

The first match was Todoroki, Bakugo, Kendou, Awase, Ojiro, Sato, Kirishima, Iida, Monoma, and Kamakiri vs. Mineta.

Mineta’s soul left his body seeing his name

The students went inside the training grounds, which was the fake city-Ground Beta.

The students were given 15 minutes to plan. The students could hear both sides as the 10 man team was just stretching and chatting a bit, well Bakugo was yelling while Mineta was on the floor crying.

2A groaned while some chuckled.

Pony slowly gravitate towards Izuku “Hey” she greeted in English, getting a greeting in return “You nervous?”

“Kinda, but this is an essential part of being a hero. Even All Might fought over 20 villains in one fight.” He said going to his hero mode, she would always be fascinated seeing this side of him, then she noticed something, she was slightly looking up a bit then she was before

“Hey, are you getting taller?”

“Am I?”

“It’s true Deku!” said Ochako “I’m slightly looking up unlike before” she then pouted “No fair, are saying are you’re going to get even taller”

“Oh god yes” said someone, everyone looked around to find who it was only to find no one…might have been the wind

“W-well it was bound to happen at some point, my dad is quite tall”

“How tall?”

“Uhhh I guess about almost at All Might’s shoulders in his muscle form”

“God that’s hot” they again tried to look for the origin of that voice but found nothing.

*MINETA HAS BEEN CAPTURED! The 10 man team wins!*

Present Mic announced, Pony looked at the screen only to sweatdrop. Mineta looked like he was slightly burned, has a bruise on his two cheeks, and looked like he was punched in the guy before he was then frozen.

‘Talk about overkill’

The team was now walking out with a Mineta popsicle being dragged by Kirishima.

“Congratulations! Next up is!” The teachers picked the names

“Setsuna, Kinoko, Kaminari, Sero, Kamakiri, Kirishima, Tetsutetsu, Ojiro, Shoji and Sato vs. Midoriya”

Pony looked at the boy and then she saw his other side fully taking over.

His eyes were now focused and determined, his body went relaxed and he stood slightly straighter. She could hear Kaminari and Sero muttered “We are so fucked”

“Yo Nerd!” yelled Bakugou as he stood in front of Izuku and then lightly punched Izuku in the chest “You better not lose” then walked away.

“W-well Good luck Izuku!” she walked away going back to her class

“Had fun?” Setsuna teased when she came back she blushed and looked away. “Hope you did, because I’m going to win, so sorry if I get some dirt in your boyfriend’s face”

“Sh-shut up, he’s going to wipe the floor with you!”

“Yeah yeah” Setsuna gave Kendou a high five “Wish us luck” Setsuna and her team walked away and Monoma just screamed

“SHOW THAT 2A BASTARD THAT WE-ACK!” Kendou chopped his neck of course. Pony then looked at Izuku’s back as he walked to his side of the training grounds with 2A cheering him on.

They then watched as the screen went black then showed the two groups, the 10 man team on the left and Izuku on the right. The 10 man team was talking then…arguing? They couldn’t hear anything because the speaker was out for a moment. It seems as though 2A was looking quite worried, while 2B was almost annoyed. Looking at Izuku…he was just stretching.

Then the speakers burst to life

I’m telling you, that beating is impossible!” Kaminari’s voice was heard through the speakers almost sounding scared

Oh please” Kamakiri said “There’s 10 of us and only one of him, what’s the worst that could happen

Bold of you to assume that numbers matters to him” said Kirishima, Pony could hear Mina gasped and mutter ‘Even Kiri is scared’

And did you seriously just jinxed us?” Sero said also looking quite worried

Look, I know he’s your classmate and all, and you know him far better than us” Setsuna said trying to convince 2A “But we do have the number on our side and a balanced team to counter him

How so?” Ojiro asked

We have Kirishima and Tetsutetsu for the defense, Sero, Kaminari and Kinoko for trapping him, me and Shoji for scouts and the rest are fighters. We’re completely balanced and a perfect match for him

2A was still looking doubtful

Look, I’m still not sure about this…but I want to try” Kirishima said and Tetsutetsu yelled ‘Manly’

Well might as well go down like a man” Kaminari then stretched

Agreed, it’s a huge disrespect to an opponent if we just sit by and watch” Ojiro said adjusting his gloves

So what’s the plan Tokage-san” asked Shoji

They then began to talk with the remaining 10 minutes, Pony looked at Izuku only to see that he was now mumbling so low that the speakers won’t even pick up, she did hear him muttering about taking out Sero first.

“The nerd’s gonna dominate this match” said Bakugou everyone turned to him

“Oh? What makes you say that Young Bakugo” asked the principal

Bakugo just pointed at the screen “His eyes are the same as All Might’s”

All Might just smiled at the teen then looked to the screen

*AAAAND STAAAART!*

They then saw the 10 man team get ready and watch for any movement around them, they turn to Izuku who stopped his mumbling.

Put his foot behind him

And slowly reared his fist

“Is he?” Aizawa wondered

All Might laughed as if knowing what Izuku was about to do, Bakugou joined him, they asked what was so funny

“Told you..” he looked up and grinned “He’s gonna dominate this round”

Ok…Maximum effort” they heard Izuku say and Pony snorted knowing the reference ‘God I love this guy….WAIT WH--!’ before she could finish her thought

Izuku punched

-Flashback Interrupt-

“After that punch, seeing the result, him just standing there. At that moment I knew…we were fucked” Setsuna admitted then sighed dreamily

“It was something!” Kinoko cheered “One minute he was there and the woosh!”

“Hey come on, no spoilers” Pony sighed and Kinoko muttered a sorry

“It was a sight to see I must admit” Momo commented remembering that day

“So what happened next?”

“Well…”

-Flashback Continuation (Kinoko POV)-

After the announcement of the start of the match came, all of them got ready and waited. The plan was to lure Izuku to her then Kirishima and Tetsutetsu would keep him busy, Kaminari would then use his quirk to stun him and Sero would capture him. If that doesn’t happen then the backup plan would be for the fighters of the team to keep him busy while the others ran away and regroup somewhere with the help of Setsuna.

But all that crashed and burned when he happened

“Hey what’s that sound?” Kamakiri questioned, they could hear it too, it was almost like a building exploding one by one, and it was getting louder by the second “What’s that?!” Kamakiri shouted pointing up, they looked up from a building to see debris flying everywhere.

“Ah shit” they could hear Kaminari curse under his breath

“GET DOWN!” Kirishima shouted and the others followed suit, but that didn’t help because an explosion happened and smoke and debris came flying towards them, the wind knocked her out to the ground. A minute passed and everything else cleared up.

Opening her eyes she could see Kamakiri in front of her also on the ground trembling as he stared in front of them, she couldn’t see as the smoke was still blocking her sight. She looked around and saw that most of her teammates were laying on the ground except for Kirishima in his Unbreakable form slowly getting up, Tetsutetsu in his steel form on his knees, Ojiro in his defensive stance, Shoji was on his knees protecting their teammates behind him with his arms.

“Wh-what kind of monster is he?” muttered Kamakiri terrified, she looked in front of them once more and she could feel her eyes widen.

They were in a fake city. But the materials were real courtesy of Cementoss.

And yet…

Izuku fucking Midoriya just destroyed 3 entire blocks.

With a punch

Why in god’s name was she aroused?!

“Everyone get up!” Yelled Kirishima going in front of Kamakiri “Me and Tetsutestu will hold him back, Kinoko can you please try and cover him with mushrooms?” She was slightly scared and slightly damped but she nodded “Good, Sero get Kamakiri and the rest out”

Izuku just stood there and stretched his right arm, the arm he used to destroy the buildings ‘I wish he would destroy me~’ she shook her head. This is not the time to be horny.

Then

Izuku smiled

And all he said before all hell broke loose was

“Pizza time” then he vanished

“Shit!” Setsuna cursed “Sero! Kaminari! Run, take Kama-” she stopped and Kinoko turned to her only to see she was shocked. Why? Because Kaminari and Sero was gone

“Where…?” Setsuna sounded so defeated

*KAMINARI AND SERO HAVE BEEN KNOCKED OUT! 8 REMAINING!*

Oh

Well shit.

“Shit, okay Tetsutetsu and Kirishima. You two run and we’ll follow you. Shoji, you stay behind and see if you can hear him coming” he nodded and produced ears on his multiple arms in every direction. Setsuna turned to the first two only to see that they weren’t moving.

Kinoko was confused, why weren’t they moving? She approached them “Uhh guys” she touched both of them, only for the two of them to fall to the floor. Clearly unconscious.

When did he?

‘He can do that to the two of them without anybody noticing? Imagine what he would do to--’ she shook her head once more. Not the time.

*OOPS! TETSUTETSU AND KIRISHIMA SEEMED TO HAVE BEEN KNOCKED OUT! 6 REMAININGS*

“Everyone form a circle!” they did so, their plan was in ruins and they were in the open. Splitting up is a bad idea he would just pick them one by one, so it would be better to fight him with a group.

“What’s the plan Set?” asked Kamakiri after getting his shit together he finally uttered a word

“He seems to be doing a hit and run tactic, so our best bet is to not split up. We have Shoji who can hear everything, I’ll use my eyes to see where he is right now. Just don’t leave the circle” Kinoko nodded and looked to her left where Shoji was…and found no one.

“Uhh Sets?”

“Yeah?”

“Where’s Shoji?”

“He’s right…” she could hear her voice just stopped as she stared at the same empty spot where Shoji was.

*SHOJI IS OUT! 5 REMAINING!*

“DUCK!” Kinoko then felt someone push her to the ground, turning around she saw why

Green-ish tentacles came out of the alleyway and wrapped Kamakiri’s limbs

“Wha-GAH!” he couldn’t finish as the tentacles pulled dropping him to the ground, the remaining four then watched helplessly as he tried to get the tentacles off, even his knives had no effect, he then just resorted to embedding the knives in the ground in hopes of slowing the process of him getting pulled, Sato woke up and helped Kamakiri. It worked as the tentacles released Kamakiri and retreated to the alley. They all sighed in relief.

Sato helped Kamakiri up

“T-thank you”

“No problem” Sato then turn towards them “I suggest we retreat, find a building to hide, and think of a proper plan”

“Agree, come one before he comes back” Setsuna said dusting herself, her remaining eye widen “LOOK OUT!”  but it was too late as Sato and Kamakiri was wrapped with tentacles and then pulled to the alley, their screams were all they heard.

They stared

Why did this suddenly turn into a horror movie?!

*HOLY SMOKES KAMAKIRI AND SATO ARE OUTTA HERE! 3 REMAINING! SHOTA WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TEACHING THIS KID?!*

*That’s the fun part, I don’t teach him anything*

“He’s smiling” Setsuna muttered almost terrified

“What?” questioned Ojiro

“He-he’s looking at me…and smiling” She explained she then uttered one word “Run”

“Wha?”

“RUN FUCKING SCATTER!” she literally did as her body parts detached and fly away.

They then run in separate directions Kinoko ran until her legs were tired she stopped, she looked around and saw no green hero in sight, then she heard a noise to her left and she walked back towards the ally. Not looking at where she was going she just kept walking and waiting, the noise was getting closer, and closer. And then!

She saw a trashcan lid roll and stopped at the entrance of the alleyway she sighed in relief, but then her back hit something solid. ‘Please be a wall Please be a wall Please be a wall’ she used her hand and felt behind her to the thing she hit only to find that yes she did hit a wall…a wall of muscles

‘God he’s behind me isn’t he?’ and against her better judgment her hand went lower ‘HOLY SHIT IS THA-’ she wasn’t able to finish as Izuku grabbed her waist and pinned her to the wall, her back taking the burnt of the impact and she was now staring at Izuku’’s predatory eyes staring right at her soul

‘Yes daddy~pin me to the wall and do whatever you want with me’ her horny brain said

‘Y’know what…I agree’ That was her last thought before everything went black

-Flashback Interruption-

“Izuku pretty much went to town on all of you huh” Mina said cheekily and Setsuna and Kinoko sighed dreamily

“Yeah~”

Jiro growled, but blushed when everybody looked at her “Oh yeah, you wanted to be dominated as well”

Jiro sputtered and Reiko coughed “I understand that attraction, I must admit that seeing that display from where I stood was…exhilarating” Reiko sighed dreamily “Seeing and hearing our friends screams of terror and Izuku was the cause just made my heart flutter and hnng-” Reiko bit her finger and closed her eyes as she rubbed her thighs together and she…shook. Everyone has their eyes widen at what they were seeing, did Reiko just---

She opened her eyes and she had this hazy look on her face

“Re-reiko…did..did you just” even Setsuna can’t even utter a full sentence after that display, Reiko then looked down

“Ah I seem to have released once more”

“ONCE MORE?! WHEN DID YOU ORGASM THE FIRST TIME?!” Jiro shouted

“It was during Kinoko’s story, when Kamakiri and Sato was pulled to the alley” she then put a finger to her lips “but I also came during the actual training, seeing that in action…turned me on” she then stood up “Which reminds me, I need to change” she walked away

“Le-let’s wait for her to come back” and so she did 4 minutes later and Setsuna continued the story

-Flashback Continuation (Setsuna POV)-

Setsuna stopped in front of a bank, she was panting hard. She heard the announcement of Kinoko’s capture so it leaves her and Ojiro left.

They were right. The 2A guys were right, Izuku is a fucking monster. They said that ever since the start of their second year, Midoriya just kept training harder and harder to the point that he even gave Bakugo a challenge. What was worse was the guy was being trained by All Might himself. The. Fucking. Previous. Number 1 hero!

And that was not all! He was being trained by Aizawa! Pretty much honing his fighting abilities, his technique, his offense, defense, and his capture! She. Was. FUCKED!

And the way that he looked at her, it was as if he was staring at her soul. And then he smiled, oh that damn smile, he looked like a predator coming to his prey. To his helpless prey, no matter how much it fights, he will fight back and he will come out on top.

So why the fuck did that turn her on?!

She was a dom, she knew this, this was a fact. She loves to tease, she loves being in control, she wasn’t forceful no, she just likes to be in control, if her partner says stop or is uncomfortable she will stop, but that’s not the point!

She was a dom, but seeing Izuku in action, seeing him just wreck her teammate up…made her question that.

She then heard footsteps coming out of the alleyway, she got into a stance prepared for a fight only to see Ojiro limping out of the alleyway, clutching his stomach, she then jumped over the metal railing and tried going to him

“Oh shit! Ojiro ar-”

“Sestuna..” he said weakly, he looked up at her “..Run” he was then pulled back towards the alleyway by green tentacles

“HELL NO!” she jumped to action and split herself into 20 pieces but her head remained intact, she flew into the alleyway and tried to find her teammate or Midoriya

*AND OJIRO IS OUT! ONLY SETSUNA TOKAGE IS LEFT STANDING! WOULD SHE PULL OFF A WIN?!*

“Shit” she then flew up in hopes to get a better view, but once she did what awaited her was Izuku himself waiting for her on top of a rooftop, they stared for a while and he smirked

“Hey” she didn’t know why but she yelped and could feel the blush on her cheeks, she assembled herself on top of the opposite wall and she waited “And here we are, the two of us. Alone.” Did she forget to say that he was also being tutored by Midnight?...shit. “How about you and I, have fun?” he smiled suggestively and she could feel her blush getting hotter. She shook those thoughts out of her head

“Oh, you think you’re cute!”

“Bitch” he then disappeared, she was about to look for him but she felt him hug her from behind with one arm pulling her in and his other arm snaking to her neck and then whispered in her ear “I’m adorable” then everything went black.

-Flashback Interrupt-

“After that, I woke up in the nurse’s office”

Jiro excused herself to the bathroom, as did Kinoko, Kendou, Ibara, Yui, and Tsuyu.

“Oof, I think I killed them”

“Meh, they’re fine” said Mina “But damn girl you literally got the full Feral Izuku experience” she leaned in close “How did it feel?”

“God~” she sighed “It was like he had total control, and the fact the I just witnessed him knocking everyone out. BY HIMSELF. Did not help build my confidence. The way he just pulled me in grabbed my neck” Jiro came back “I was so ready for him to just take me there on that rooftop, consequences be damn” and Jiro left once more

Soon the girls returned and Pony said her final piece

“So after we witnessed Setsuna’s team get absolutely wrecked, me and the rest were just shocked”

-Flashback Continuation (Pony POV)-

To say she was shocked would be an understatement of the whole year, her jaw didn’t even close the moment Izuku just made Kaminara and Sero disappear!

She could hear the principal laugh joyfully as his tea was spilling everywhere, she looked over to class 2A and saw that they were calm, shocked sure, but much calmer than her class she could even see Todoroki handing Bakugo some money, Momo was imitating a fish with the way her mouth was opening and closing the rest just stared at the screen as they saw Izuku carrying Setsuna in his shoulders and picking up the rest of the team with his tentacle things. She then looked at her class and she could understand their reaction. Kendou had a huge blush on her face, Yui was taking very breaths, Reiko was trembling a bit, Ibara had her eyes widen and in closer inspection, she was staring directly at the tentacles, Monoma’s face and body were stuck, while the rest just had a defeated look on their face.

Izuku was a monster.

And she was in love with said monster. There she said and admitted it.

“Ah thank you, Young Midoriya for carrying the teams here, but it would seem that Recovery girl called and she told me to tell you, that the moment you come to her office she would give your head a good hit for making so many students unconscious,” said the principal and Izuku just chuckled and began to make his way to the nurse office. The principal then clapped “With that being said, since we have lost 10 students today, we will be changing the fight to a 3 vs 1” many students sighed, “Coming next would be Bakugo, Todoroki, and Midoriya vs Mineta”

The boy who was now free stared at the principal, the principal looked back with a glint in his eye and just said “Good luck”

It was not a fun day for Mineta

-Flashback END-

“And that’s the end of our story” the three of them bowed and the girls clapped, some even whistled.

“That was a fantastic story indeed”

“Seeing Izuku going is something”

“Imagine what he’s like in bed” Yui suggested and everyone then stopped and thought, and all they could imagine was a smiling Izuku looking down on them, some imaginations went to extreme levels.

They all shook their heads “I-I mean, no one would know how Izuku would be right?”

“Yeah nobody”

-Somewhere deep in the forest, inside a lodge-

“Achoo!” Mandalay sneezed

“Are you sure you’re alright? That’s the second time you sneezed today” asked Ragdoll who was peeling potatoes

“Yes, I’ll take a medicine later just to be sure” said Mandalay as she whisked some eggs

“I have a question…”

“Hmm?”

“How good was Izuku that night” Ragdoll teased and Mandalay sputtered almost dropping the bowl

-Back at the dorms-

“Yeah nobody” Kendou said dismissively “It’s not like anyone actually knows how good and  rough he is right?” the girls just looked at each other “Right?”

-At a certain agency-

“Achoo!” a certain pro hero sneezed, someone came to her worried

“Are you okay Ryukyu?” asked Nejire in her hero costume and Ryukyu just nodded

“Yes, it just feels like someone’s talking about me” Ryukyu wondered who could be talking about her at this time

“Oh! Maybe it’s Deku! You two did have se--” Nejire couldn’t finish what she was saying as Ryukyu lunged at her from her office chair to cover her mouth with her hands.

Ryukyu looked around, they were in her office so no one would be able to hear it, even so, she had to make sure. Sighing she let go and looked at Nejire with a blush on her cheeks “Ho-how did you know that?” she was so sure that they did it without anyone in her agency

“Oh I came back after I forgot my bag, I didn’t see anything but I heard you though” Nejire then opened her arms wide “You were so loud too! You were like ‘God Yes Izuku! Darling that’s it, keep going. YES! HARDER!’ I was like two floors below you and I could still hear you screaming” Nejire pointed out smiling innocently

Ryukyu was embarrassed at this point, but she knew Nejire won’t tell a soul so she was safe.

“Oh don’t be embarrassed” Nejire tried to help “I scream his name too when I masturbate” it did not help

-Back at the dorms-

“Anyway, who’s next?”

“That would be me” said Reiko as she stood up and sat on the chair “Unlike the rest of you I did not give any sort of interest in him during any school event, no I had an attraction to his character when I was attending at an event”

“Translation: I had a crush on him, during a convention” Setsuna said with a grin on her face and Reiko gave her an annoyed look

“I hate you”

“I’m not sorry”

“But yes, I had a crush on him during an event”

-Flashback: 1 year ago-ish-

Reiko was about to have the time of her life! Okay, that was an exaggeration, she went to these conventions ever since she was 6, but she couldn’t help herself and be excited, not only are there so many things to do but the pro hero was here to put on a show, but it was one of her favorite heroes, White Lady.

She was going to get an autograph, and no one would stop her.

Well, someone did.

It was a green-haired kid with a blue and red hoodie, he was wearing shorts as red shoes. She remembers him, back in the Sports Festival. Izuku Midoriya was his name. Why was he here? Don’t get her wrong, anyone can be here, but he just stands out like a sore thumb, everyone was like her, a bit gloomy or wearing something that would resemble the paranormal. He was the only normal one here that would actually make him not normal at all.

But she just shrugged, she has places to be, a convention to enjoy, and a pro hero to meet. She was walking away but she then turned towards him when she heard him mutter

“Okay, White Lady’s show starts in 3 hours. I got some time to kill, might as well wait.” He was a fan? Looks like she just found her best friend

-Flashback Interruption-

“Hey!” yelled Ochako

“I do not mean any disrespect, I have not stolen him from your clutches”

-Flashback Continuation-

She did not have many friends that would enjoy the things she does. Even her new friends in Class 1B would not like the paranormal as she does, they would say that it was scary or creepy. She longed for a friend that would enjoy the thing she does. And seems as so that fate was giving her a blessing.

She walks forward to Midoriya “Midoriya-san”

Said boy jumped but still looked at her “Ye-yes? Oh you’re…Y-Y-Yanagi-san from Class 1B” he said in recognition.

“Correct. May I inquire why have you come to these haunted lands” Okay she really has to tone down how she speaks, it was cool but a stranger wouldn’t understand her.

“Oh! I heard that White Lady is here, I wanted to get an autograph from her after her show. Her Quirk is so cool! Tragedy Sense is a cool quirk, being able to identify what happened, where it happened, how it happened, who caused it, what caused it and able to identify and describe a murder is a great quirk for a hero and a detective!” the boy gushed and Reiko was amused, it reminded her of herself when she talks about the paranormal “A-AH! SO-sorry, I gushed way too much there”

“Think nothing of it, I find it amusing.” She smiled “Do you have company with you?”

“Ah no, I came here alone, I-I don’t really have that many friends, to be honest” he laughed as he scratched his head, she could sympathize about that

“Do you wish to accompany me?” she offered

“Huh?”

“I also have come alone, and since you and I have the same interest, I wish for us to enjoy the event together…that is if you want to of course”

It took Izuku a moment as he just stared at her, but then he smiled “Y-yes”

-2 hours and a half later-

How many times has she smiled? She couldn’t remember. She and Izuku were just having a blast, it took some time for him to adjust, but he was enjoying the convention as much as she did.

They went to a haunted house, she thought he would run and be scared a lot but no, sure he was jumpy but he didn’t run away from everything at all, ironically she was the one that kept trying to run away but she didn’t and the most embarrassing thing she has done during the haunted house was to jump into Izuku’s arms and tell him to run to the exit, which he did. After exiting she sighed in relief and noticed their position they both blushed and Izuku put her down. Next would be some shops here and there, right now Izuku’s cheeks were adorned with cute ghost stickers while her cheeks had witch stickers, they both laughed seeing each other. She wasn’t even doing her normal pose anymore, she was standing straight and kept pointing at things and began to drag Izuku with her and they laughed along the way.

They then remember the show and decided to head to the area. They were seated at their designated chairs, which coincidentally was right next to each other. It was almost as if a god was trying to keep the both of them together. A thought for another day. The show began and it was a small play of course, about a girl who crashed and died then began to haunt a highway, in the story the girl would be asking for help in the road and people that would ignore her then look back would die.

The show ended with applause and the people lined up to get a short talk with the hero. It wasn’t that many people, White Lady wasn’t a popular hero, to begin with, but was still known. Once it was their turn, Reiko gave a picture of White Lady for her to sign

“Hmm, you seem to hold a deep conflicting feeling” White Lady said

“Hm?” she hummed not expecting for her to say anything “What do you mean”

“Oh sorry, my quirk lets me sense tragedies, but they also make me feel thoughts, feelings, and the likes that linger in the mind and soul of someone.” White Lady then grasps Reiko’s hands “Right now I’m sensing as if you have some troubling thoughts…about a boy.” She chuckled “And it seems even you haven’t even realized it yet, a stranger turned lover?” she said staring at Reiko’s eyes.

“That’s so cool” Reiko heard Izuku mutter from behind her and she looked behind her which was a mistake because now she could feel her heart hammer in her chest, and she couldn’t stop staring at his eyes, then his freckles, his nose and then his—

‘What am i--’

“Oh! It seems as though you’ve realized it” White lady smiled “Good luck and make sure you wear protection” Reiko blushed but nodded after bowing a thank you, she moved so that Izuku can get his autograph

Once he was in front, White Lady’s eyes widen almost in horror, Reiko could see that she took a deep breath and exhaled shakily

“Young man” White Lady said gently “Are you alright?”

“Huh? O-oh ye-yes I am!”

“Your demons speak otherwise” she said and Izuku flinched “I am glad that you didn’t follow his advice, but know this” she grasps Izuku’s hands “You don’t have to live in his shadow. You are enough” with that she released Izuku and signed his notebook and handed it over to Izuku. He bowed and thanked her then joined Reiko

They walked to the exit and were ready to go to the train station together and head to their respective homes, but Reiko has her mind stuck on two things.

  1. What she felt earlier when she stared at Izuku
  2. Izuku’s demons

The first one she could easily identify. She was crushing on Izuku. Hard. She inwardly groaned, this was the only time they even interacted and yet she was getting feelings for him already? The only thing they did was have fun, which then resulted in her having the best time of her life, with someone she could easily talk to and be herself for once, who also brought a smile to her face…fuck.

She had a crush

She then focused on the second one, his demons. The fact the White Lady looked horrified meant that whatever demons Izuku had was serious. She looked towards him, he might have sensed someone staring at him and looked at her and smiled.

A mask

He hides his pain with that mask

“I wish for us to be in contact” she says as she fishes out her phone

“A-ah! Okay” he also fished out his phone, they then exchanged numbers and after sending a smiling winky she was then treated with a malfunctioning Izuku, she laughed, grabbed his hand, and began to pull him to the train station

‘I’ll just have to bring that mask down and make you truly smile’

-Flashback END-

“And that’s the end of my first tale” Reiko finished and the girls clapped

“His demons?” Tooru wondered

“Yes, it seems as though he had some troubling thoughts, even when we were just simply texting he, it would feel like he had some…hesitance.” Reiko explained

“I noticed that too” Ochako said “It was like there was this wall between us. I can like go through the wall and hold his hand, but he can’t”

“Everyone in agreement in making Izuku give a session with Hound Dog say aye”

“Aye” said all the girls in the room.

“So what happens next Reiko?”

“Well after that, we did keep in contact. We texted from time to time and I recommended a few movies that he would watch and he would do the same.” Then she smiled “It was two months ago…that I fell in love with him truly”

-Flashback: Two Months Ago-

Reiko was…sad? No, maybe a bit. Today was a special day for her because every year on the same day she would go to a festival and enjoy her time under the moon. It was the annual Ghost Dance, it was not a real festival or tradition, it was just something her parents made up when they were dating, they would dance under the moonlight and sometimes they even said that ghost danced with them, hence the name, she would go with her family every year and just sit by a three have a small picnic under the moonlight. Her mother and father even said that it was the place her father proposed, so even in her family it had a sentimental value. But she wasn’t able to go today, both her parents suddenly got overloaded with work, they apologized and she understood.

But it still made her sad though ‘Might as well just go to the rooftop later and enjoy myself’

Then her phone pinged notifying her of a message, opening her phone she saw it was from her crush, Izuku Midoriya, she smiled. He would always make her smile.

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Green-Bush

Hey, excited for your Ghost Dance Festival?

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Oh right, she told him about that too, smiling sadly she then replied

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Ghost-girl (>”)>

Unfortunately, there will be no Ghost Dance this year. My family got overloaded with work so I cannot go.

Green-Bush

Oh…Sorry

Ghost-girl (>”)>

Nothing to apologize about, there’s always next year

Green-Bush

But you sounded so excited though

Ghost-girl (>”)>

I..was. But I’m not that petty, I can just go to the rooftop and see the moon. It’s no problem

Green-Bush

Okay…if you say so

Gotta go, need to do something

Ghost-girl (>”)>

Okay

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She put her phone down and went to sleep.

*Tink*

She then woke up to a noise, getting up she noticed that it was now night time ‘The moon must be out now’

*Tink*

There it was again, she looked around to try to find the noise, but found nothing, she was confused now

*Tink*Tink*

Looking to her right, she discovered that the noise was coming from her window, walking over it she tried to find what was causing the noise, but she didn’t need to look for long as she found Izuku Midoriya in front of the 2B dorms waving at her while holding a piece of cardboard

‘What is he-’ her thoughts were interrupted when he raised the piece of cardboard it reads

’Reiko: Will you go to the Ghost Dance with me?’

She was never a fan of cliché romance drama, movies, novels, or anything like that. But seeing him there holding the sign and smiling at her. She understood the attraction. ‘This guy’ with a burst of energy she changed her clothes to something that would help in the chilly night, then burst out of her room almost knocking Kendou to the ground, she yelled a sorry as she went down the stairs with a huge smile on her face. She was now outside and she could see Izuku still holding the sign, going to him, his smile widens

“So is that a yes?” she laughed and nodded, he then put the sign down, grabbed her hand, and pull her to the deeper in the woods ‘This is the first time he held my hand’

They stopped at a clearing, she looked up and the moon was directly above them

“This is my favorite spot to train” he then pointed up “It’s also a good view”

“Yes, yes it is” Izuku then grabbed something behind a tree, pulling it to view it was a picnic basket and a blanket.

“I hope this is enough” he said unsure ‘It’s more than enough, all of this…for me?’ she smiled ‘Izuku any more and I would actually fall for you’

They then put the blanket down and brought out some of the food, inside were pies, sandwiches, and a thermos.

They relaxed under the moonlight while chatting a bit. She was…enjoying herself. She never thought she would get to experience this, she remembers the story her mother told her. Her mother and father would dance under the moonlight with slow music in the background, and when they stare at each other's eyes. They then leaned in and kissed. Sealing their eternal love under the moon.

She sighed, she knew that wouldn’t happen to her. She only told Izuku about the picnic. It was outside the realm of possibility for a dance and a kiss to happen

“Oh, it’s time” Izuku suddenly said making her visible eyebrow go up. ‘Time for what?’ she gasped as she got her answer. Soft music surrounded them ‘N-no…no way’

“Can I have this dance?” she didn’t notice him stand up, now here he was in front of her offering his hand.

Was this happening?

Yes. Yes, it was.

She didn’t trust her voice and just chose to take the offered hand, he pulled her up and escorted her to the middle.

Then

They danced

It was a slow dance, her hands were on his shoulders and his hands were on her hips. She just kept staring at his beautiful eyes as they swayed in the beat of the song.

It was only the two of them, under the moonlight and deep in the forest.

She didn’t want this moment to end, she wants him to hold her close forever and just be lost in each other’s embrace. She just wants the man that she loves to stay with her

Love..?

Yes…she loves him

She loves Izuku Midoriya

The music began to die down and they slowed to a stop but hands still firmly attached to each other. She decided to be brave.

So, she leaned in for a kiss

-Flashback Interruption-

“Bullshit!” Mina, Tokage, Tooru, Kendou yelled out, but Reiko didn’t even flinch and just smiled “No..way”

-Flashback Continuation-

So, she leaned in for a kiss

*Chu~* her lips made contact with his left cheek, pulling back she could see Izuku turn red, she giggled “Thanks for tonight Izuku, I really enjoyed it”

“Y-you’re welcome” they then sat back down ate some food, she took out her phone and took a picture of both of them and then sent it to her mother.

After finishing the food, they walked back to her dorms, after saying good bye she went inside with a smile on her face. Setsuna was the first one to notice

“Damn girl! Who got you smiling like that” she yelled getting the attention of everyone, she didn’t say anything and just sighed dreamily and walked back to her room. She then heard her phone go off, opening it she saw a message from her mother

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Mama Ghost

I want grandkids

Little Ghost

After I graduate mother

Mama Ghost

I’ll give you until the start of your third year

Or else I’m taking matters into my own hands

Little Ghost

What do you mean?

Mama Ghost

😊

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Reiko just sighed and put away her phone, she touched her lips and smiled

‘Love you, darling~’

-Flashback ENDS-

“And that’s my tale” Reiko smiled and the girls clapped

“Leave it to Izuku, to give that much effort” Tsuyu commented “Never thought he had it in him”

“Well if someone is in trouble he just barges right in” Tooru excitedly said

“He just keeps saying that his body just keeps moving on its own”

“Let’s hope that his hips move too” Yui commented with a faraway look *Bonk* “Ow” she looked up and saw Kendou holding a bat labeled ‘Horny bat’ “Meanie”

“So anyway, I think we only have one more story to tell” They all look to Ibara who jumped but still stood up and sat down on the chair

“Come on girl! Take it home!”

“You know it’s weird” Jirou started “We all started this whole thing to know how we all got into a situation where we’re pretty much going for the same boy, which then evolved to us just confessing and telling stories about how we fell for said boy”

“Yeah it’s strange” Kinoko said “We’ve only talked today and yet I feel like I know all of you for much longer than that”

All of them nodded, then Kendou’s phone went off opening it she saw a message “Well we better wrap this up quick, Tetsutetsu sent me a message. They’re almost home”

“Go ahead Ibara! Finish this with a blast!”

“Preferably a blast from izuku” Yui smiled and wiggled her eyebrows *Bonk* “Ow”

“So I had a crush on him…after the second joint training, but I didn’t act on it. I merely thought that is was just in the heat of the moment, but it actually got confirmed and I…fell for him when he visited my club”

“Your club?” Ibara nodded

“My Gardening Club”

­-Flashback: 3 Months Ago-

Ibara was humming a tune as she waters her plants. Gardening was always a joy for her, keeps her calm and relaxed. As a child she always loves taking care of plants, even if said plants tried to eat her once or twice, she would still take care of them.

Right now she was in her club, she had permission during her first year to make a club like this and it got approved, sadly she was the only member, normally that would be a problem but the principal just said that as long the club doesn’t endanger the students or be a bother to some other clubs then the club can stay.

She then heard a knock on the door, strange no one ever bothers her here

“Excuse me, is this the Gardening Club?” asked a voice from the other side, not wanting to be impolite she went to the door and opened it

She was surprised to see Izuku Midoriya, Monster of 2A, aka her may or may not crush. “Oh, Midoriya-san, what brings you here?” she asked smiling, he returned her smile with a smile of his own

“O-Oh, I’m here to get Nezu’s flowers under his request” he then pulled out a piece of paper and a receipt, confirming that he was indeed under Nezu’s instructions. One of her patrons was the principal, he would order a specific bouquet of flowers, and yet she never noticed the same flowers in his office, she didn’t question it and just kept working. Reading the order he was now requesting a bouquet of daisies.

“Alright then, you can sit down while you wait Midoriya and I’ll get the order sorted out” she says as she walked to the section of daisies and began to pick the flowers with her tool

“You got a beautiful garden here Ibara-san” came the voice of Izuku

“Why thank you, Midoriya. I’ve been taking care of them since our first years” she then remembers the time she was only taking care of 5 plants and one plant that was trying to eat her, now she had over 30 plants and flowers alike, it was a joy for her to see her hard work pay off.

“That’s amazing” he sighed and she blushed, she distracted herself by getting the flowers. She then walked to her personal counter and began to tie them together

“IBARA WATCH OUT” she heard him shout and suddenly she felts something wrapped around her and then got pulled. Next thing she knew she was in Izuku’s arms with her back against his chest.

And she was blushing

‘So this is what Kinoko meant by a wall of muscles’

“Uhh Ibara what is that?” he pointed something on the counter, she looked and she shot an annoyed look at it.

It was one of the plants that tries to eat her, though they are harmless even if they did manage to get her they would just leave some marks here and there, nothing fatal and major to worry about.

“Oh that’s just Mido” she answered while blushing, it was pure coincidence that Izuku’s last name and her plant’s name were somewhat the same. Pure coincidence nothing more nothing less. “Don’t worry he’s harmless” she felt him let go of her and she had to smack the feeling of missing him down to the ground, she went to grab a spray bottle and began to spray the plant “Bad Mido, bad” the plant hissed and backed away crossing its leaves as if it was crossing its arms.

Ibara tied the flowers together and put them in a container “Here you go Midoriya” she handed the flowers to the boy who bowed and then left.

Once she was sure he was gone she ducked under the counter and covered her face with her hands, she could practically feel the steam that was coming out of her

‘The way he just held me like that’

It wasn’t a secret that Izuku Midoriya is a force to be reckoned with, everyone in UA saw and knows of his amazing feats, defeating a villain to save a little girl, taking care of said little girl, taking care of robbers during one of his grocery runs, and of course, the latest news of him pulling a win against 10 students against him.

He was the hot topic of the school, and also the most popular. He even has his own fanbase and admirers, though it amazed all of them that he was unaware of this fact and even denies its existence.

She sighed, she then felt a nudge on her arm, looking to her right she saw Mido looking at her

“What is it?” she asked the plant ‘Maybe I am growing crazy’

The plant then gestured to her with its leaves and then used the leaves to hug itself

“The hug was…enjoyable, yes. What’s your point?”

Then a second plant that tried to eat her a month ago joined its brother, the two plants connected their heads and their body began to curve, forming a heart

“I-I’m not in love with him!”

The two plants looked at her and she could feel the deadpan look they were giving. Yes, she’s definitely crazy.

“Okay fine, I might have a crush on him” she emphasizes the word might, but the plants just shook their heads, a third plant joined them and Mido gestured the door and then to them. Mido and the second plant were swinging their ‘arms’ as if to illustrate them having fun, then the third plant nudged the second plant gaining its attention, the third and second plant then began to hop off away from Mido who then has its head down looking sad

“Midoriya might like me back, but if I miss my chance someone might steal him from me” the plants nodded to her and she sighed “If someone…gets him before me then…I’ll be happy” the plants tilted their heads “If the girl would make him happy then it’s fine if she loves him and he loves her too then it would be fine. He wouldn’t pick me anyway, I’m just the weird Christian girl. He would pick someone so much better than me” Mido then nudged her cheek wiping something wet.

She was crying?

Who knew love would be a pain.

“I don’t think you’re weird” Ibara jumped hearing a familiar voice, she looked over the counter to see Izuku himself leaning on the counter.

‘How much did he hear?!’

“I don’t know who the guy you’re talking about, but if he thinks you’re weird because of something you believe in then he’s not worth your time.” He jumped over the counter and joined her on the ground, sitting beside her Izuku looked at her straight in the eye and she had to stop herself from kissing him then and there. “I honestly think you’re belief is admirable, the fact that you believe in something so passionately is something I actually admire about you” he smiled

‘He admires me?’

“I don’t passionately believe in the same way you do, but I do like some of the lessons that are taught in your religion. I’m not gonna lie, I use some of them in my daily life” he smiled “So don’t think that you’re weird, whoever that guy is is completely missing out.”

“H-how so?”

“Because you’re a wonderful person Ibara” he grabs her hand “You’re kind, you’re smart, you’re beautiful and you’ll be a fantastic hero” she giggled at the last part ‘Always about heroes huh.’

They stare at each other's eyes and she could herself getting pulled by those eyes, she could feel her plants nudging her to go for it. Just one push and she could feel his lips on her own. Should she risk it?

Ye—

“I AM HERE!” yelled a booming voice from the door “Young Midoriya are you in here?”

Izuku jumped and stood up releasing Ibara’s hands “Y-yes All Might!”

She never thought she would hate the symbol of peace to some degree, she also stood up and saw Izuku and All Might talking, well Izuku was bowing repeatedly while All Might was laughing, her gaze then went higher and she gulped seeing 10 of her man-eating plants ready to jump at the symbol of peace.

She decided to do something as she also jumped over her counter

“A-All Might sensei, w-what are you doing here?” she asked while looking up a bit keeping an eye on her plants.

“Ah apologies Young Shiozaki, the principal sent me to fetch Young Midoriya because he was taking too long to get the flowers” he explained he then turned to Izuku “Why have you taken so long Young Midoriya?”

“Oh!” he then fished out a card “I forgot to give you this Ibara” he gave her the card, reading it states ‘Izuku Midoriya – UA Personal Helper’ and has a phone number attached “Nezu assigned me as a personal helper for the clubs in UA, right now I’m just assigned in the Gardening Club, so if you ever need any help then just contact me” he smiled, she blushed knowing that she could now see Izuku again from time to time.

“T-thanks” and with that, they said their goodbye’s leaving Ibara alone once more. She sighed and looked at the card and then turned it. “Huh?” She could that some water got into the card, probably from her hands because she was watering earlier, she wiped it off with her shirt, looking at it again she saw that the card now had marks and a letter ‘k’ was now visible, she raised her eyebrows and began to wipe the card with a wet rag and words were formed ‘Good luck’ with a smiley face at the end.

Ibara blushed, was the principal planning for this to happen?

No, it can’t be, it was probably a custom and she just happen to find it. She pocketed the card, but then felt a nudge on her arm, she looked and saw Mido smirking at her.

“I don’t have a crush on him” She could practically hear the groan Mido was making, but then she smiled “I love him. Happy?” Mido and 10 of her man-eating plants nodded vigorously

What is her life?

-Flashback END-

“And that’s my story” Ibara finished and the girls clapped.

“So let me get this straight” Setsuna started ”Your plants pretty much gave you a pep talk and comforted you?”

“Yes”

“Huh” Setsuna simply said “Normally that would weird me out, but honestly that’s probably the sanest thing I ever heard”

“Probably because our principal is a rat-bear-thing” Tooru pointed out

“That too”

“Can’t believe that All Might blue balled you” commented Yui and the girls laughed

“So…” Kendou started “That’s everyone, so what happens next?”

Tsu raised her boombox *Russian Anthem begins to play*

“That doesn’t actually answer my question Tsu”

“5 months ago Tsu invited us to her room” said Momo “She then asked if we have feelings for Izuku after a few denials here and there we said yes”

Tooru then stepped in “Then she played her boombox and played that anthem and said bluntly”

“Our Boyfriend” Tsuyu finished

“Our—wait so we share him?” Kendou asked her eyes wide at the implication

“Yes, just like in Mina’s story, Izuku won’t choose if he knows that another person also likes him. It’s not in his nature to hurt someone like that.” Explained Ochako

“Plus he doesn’t seem to be the type of person that accepts that someone actually likes him” Mina said “Probably because of that chick in Momo’s story”

“She’s a bitch” commend Pony and the girls agreed

“That’s why we have a plan”

“And that is?”

“We make Izuku comfortable with the idea that someone can like him and is willing to like him” Momo said “There are rules of course”

“No one makes a move on him” Ochako said and looked at Momo briefly “We need him to be comfortable first, otherwise he’ll just think you’re just being nice.”

“Everyone will confess at the same time *kero*” added Tsuyu “This way he’ll know that everyone likes him”

“But we don’t force him” Tooru added “Izuku can’t say no, but that doesn’t mean that it’s an excuse for us to abuse his kind nature. He has to like us because he wants to, not because he feels an obligation to” the 2B girls nodded

“And lastly, he can say no” Ochako said while being sad a bit “There is a possibility that…he doesn’t love us in that way. And we have to accept that.”

“Even if it hurts?” asked Pony

“Yes”

The girls were now silent as they slowly digest the information. “I have a question” said Ibara “What if…someone confessed to him, outside of this group I mean and he says yes. Is that alright for us”

“Yes” answered Ochako “If someone confessed to him then…it would be fine, we just have to make sure that he’s happy. If the girl makes him happy then that’s fine for us.”

“Man, who knew loving someone could be this complicated” whined Setsuna, and the girls laughed clearing the heavy atmosphere

“So we share him”

“Yep”

Kendou looked at her classmates “Is everyone all right with that?” the girls looked at each other but nodded

“Might as well, the guys have so much love to give anyway, and just like I said” Setsuna showed her sharp teeth “I ain’t giving him up”

“Me too!”

“Me three!”

“Mm!”

“Yey! Welcome to the MidoriCulit!” yelled both Mina and Tooru

“Is that really the name?” deadpanned Kendou

“Heck it’s better than Harem for the Green” Jirou snorted.

“WE’RE HOME!”

“I smell pizza!”

The girls jumped as they heard the voices of the 2B boys

“Oh? Didn’t know you guys had visitors” said Tetsutetsu seeing the 2A girls

“AHA! ARE YOU HERE ADMITTING THAT 2B ARE BETTER TH-ACK!” Monoma couldn’t finish his rant as Kendou chopped his neck

“Miss you too you blonde idiot”

And with everything was said and done the 2A girls said their goodbyes and walked to their own dorms. Tooru was carrying their share of the pizza to give to their classmates, Momo and Jiro were talking about what’s for dinner and Mina and Tsuyu were talking about something that concerned about whose butt was better

“That went well” commented Ochako

“Yeah, I kinda expected that we would have to fight them, to be honest” Jirou said clearly exhausted

“I thought they wouldn’t agree” Tooru added

“Well it turned out fine and now, we found people that love Izuku just like us”

“Gotta wonder how many people love Izuku huh”

“I bet it’s not that many”

What they didn’t know was that a lot of women just sneezed at the same time, wondering who was talking about them, but that was a concern for another day as the girls sees their dorm coming into view and they could pretty much hear the rowdiness of the boys inside.

They entered and the boys noticed them

“Hey guys, where have you been?” asked Kirishima who had Kaminari slung to his shoulders trying to make the electric boy puke, and based on the face he was making it wasn’t long.

“Oh we hung out with the 2B girls for the rest of the day” Mina answered “How was your outing?”

“It was fantastic!” exclaimed Kirishima “We had a lot of fun and got to meet with some people”

“Well mainly he got to meet them, they pretty much went to him the moment they saw him” interjected Sero who had a bucket

“Who?” asked Tooru

“Oh M--”

“I’m here too!” exclaimed a tiny cute voice they turn and saw Eri beside the couch

“ERI!” Yelled the girls and Tooru basically just slid towards her and hugged the cute unicorn “We missed you so much!” Eri giggled

“What are you doing here?”

“Papa and Uncle Zawa told me to come here, saying they have something to tell me”

“Yeah, Izuku basically told us to watch over her while he takes care of something” added Sato

“It’s true, though I believe it’s not bad news considering that Midoirya was smiling” Tokoyami said with a plate of apples, Dark Shadow popped out of Tokoyami and grabbed the plate and placed it on the table

“Here you go Eri” said the quirk

“Thank you” as she then grabbed a slice and began to munch

“Well then, I believe it’s my turn to cook dinner” Momo said and she kneeled to Eri’s height “What do you want for dinner Eri-chan?”

“AFFWE FIE” she said with a mouthful of apples, all of them laughed at the adorableness. Even Iida just let it slide

“Don’t talk when your mouth is full kid” Bakugo lightly scolded while he was playing video games, Eri then swallowed

“Apple Pie!” she repeated. It was a sight to see that Bakugo doesn’t curse when Eri was around, heck he wasn’t aggressive at all when she was around. He was still angry, but not violent

“Again? That can’t be healthy for you Eri” said Sato

“Be quiet and make the damn pie” Commented Bakugo whose eyes are still on his game, Sato sighed and gave in

Momo then suggested making some curry for dinner in which no one disagreed, but before they could even begin to cook Izuku walked in with All Might, Aizawa, and his mother in tow.

The girls then began to panic

‘MOM ALERT! MOM ALERT!’ they hastily try to fix themselves properly seeing the parent.

“Uhh, what’s going on?” asked Kaminari

“Midoriya has an announcement to make” Aizawa said his eyes then went everywhere then stopped seeing his target “Eri, can you come over here please” the little girl did so and Izuku crouched to her level

“Hey Eri-chan” he gently smiled

“Hello Pa-Deku” she corrected and Izuku smiled

“You don’t have to be shy or correct yourself anymore. You wanna know why?” he said gripping the piece of paper in his hand

Inko was about to tear up but she stopped herself, All Might wore a proud smile, and Aizawa, while you couldn’t see because of his scarf he was also giving a smile to the teen and little girl

“Why?” asked Eri as she nervously gripped her dress

Izuku then brought the piece of paper and folded it open “Because from this moment forth, I Izuku Midoriya is now the father of Eri Midoriya” he showed the paper

It was an adoption paper

Izuku was now officially adopting Eri

Everyone was silent as they stared at the duo, the guys were shocked and their jaws were open, Kirishima had to hold back yelling ‘Manly’. The girls were shocked and happy at the same time as they watched and waited.

“Y-you’re my p-papa now?” she said staring at the paper and then at Izuku

“Yes Eri, I’m now your Papa and you are now my daughter” his smile widens further as Eri lunged and hugged Izuku, crying on his shoulder.

The 2A yelled in celebration at the now father and daughter hugged, the girls squealed and Mina grabbed Tooru and began to shake her, Ochako though grabbed Tsuyu and began to shake her making the frog girl blur a bit

Kirishima was so happy that he grabbed Kaminari and slam him to the ground then proceed to yell out ‘MANLY’ Bakugo just crossed his arms but had a smirk on his face.

It was a joyful night for the 2A as they celebrated the now Father and daughter.

Nezu then dropped by alongside Midnight and Lunchrush pushing a cart full of food.

Ochako took a picture of Izuku hugging Eri while the both of them had smiles on their faces, she then sent the picture to the newly made group chat

As the celebration began to die down, Izuku’s mother had to go back to her apartment after saying goodbye to her son and now grandchild, she was escorted by All Might.

Nezu also had to go and pull the rest of the staff with him.

Eri was now tired, the day for her was a fun and exhausting one. Seeing her yawn Izuku decided to put her to bed, which was in his room. Saying good night to his friends he began to carry his daughter to his room.

It was currently 9 pm and the rest of the students said their goodnights and went to their rooms.

Ochako was in her room was wearing her custom mittens, it was an eventful day and a tiring one. She couldn’t wait for what tomorrow would bring.

She laid down, but before she could sleep her phone gave off a notification, she groaned clearly annoyed. Opening her phone she discovered that Kaminari made a group chat

‘Don’t we already have a group chat?’

She then just read the messages

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Kaminari made the FOR THE BOYS group chat

Kaminari added 19 people to the group

 

Kaminari

Isn’t it kinda weird that Midoriya is not a virgin anymore?

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That made Ochako wide awake as she stared at the message with bloodshot eyes

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Bakugo

You dumb fuck

Kaminari

What? I didn’t mean like it’s weird that he ain’t a virgin, I meant like it was kinda unexpected you know?

I mean I’m no virgin either, but if I say it then it’s not actually unexpected

Bakugo

What girl would be dumb enough to fuck you

Kaminari

Bold of you to assume it’s a girl

Bakugo

What?

Kaminari

What?

Iida

Kaminari, we agreed that everything that was said in our trip would stay with us

Kaminari

Yeah! It’s not like I added the girls here, just 2A and 2B boys

Kirishima

Dude…look at the people you added

Kaminari

Fine fine

Oh

Bakugo

You dumb fuck

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Ochako stared at the messages as if it was holding a knife to her throat. Then another ping went off, this time it was the girls group chat

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MidoriCult

Froggbutt

We have a problem

 

Notes:

And that's a wrap! So yes I officially made Izuku the father of Eri, I wanted to end this on a wholesome note, there was a part where he explained everything, but this chapter was long enough so I don't think you guys would actually enjoy that. And Kaminari is an idiot, is there a continuation?....maybe, I don't know, whatever my mood is I guess. I hope you guys enjoyed that. Again if there is something wrong that you guys have noticed then feel free to say it in the comments.

Chapter 10: Itsuka Kendou was not in love

Summary:

Itsuka just can't get her mind off of a certain student and she just kept denying it over and over again, that was until said boy decided to slam her to make her see the truth.

Notes:

And here we are with another chapter....what? you thought it was a continuation of the last chapter? Don't be silly that ain't gonna happen....yet

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Itsuka Kendou was frustrated, to say the least, and it was all because of a green-haired student of 1A named Izuku Midoriya.

She didn’t know how it happened if she was being honest, he suddenly just can’t stop appearing in her head, no matter what she does or what gross thing she tries to think, he always crawls back with that stupid, adorable, cute face he has.

She groaned.

How did it start?

He got her attention at the Sports Festival, the fact that he finished first was pretty much how she knew his name, then his fight with Todoroki, time and time again he broke his bones and just didn’t stop no matter how it hurt, she was impressed. After that, the name and his face were pretty much in her head ever since.

Then the Stain thing happened and she wouldn’t lie, she got worried for the guy. Facing the Hero Killer? There’s no way he got out of that without any injuries.

Then after the whole camp fiasco, she heard that he beat a villain, broke both of his arms, and still kept going….she didn’t know why but she wanted to just barge in his hospital room that day and just chain him in his bed until he fully recovered.

Then the Overhaul thing happened, she watched it on the news. The moment they described a green blur was beating up a huge monster, she knew it was Midoriya

Then the Cultural Festival happened, she joined a pageant show, not her style but she joined nonetheless, and then she saw him standing there holding a kid and smiling at her.

She wasn’t gonna lie, it felt nice when she felt his eyes on her.

Then the joint training happened, and she was both terrified and impressed. The fact that the whole tentacle thing happened and he still managed to pull a win, left an impression on her.

After that, he pretty much approached her and asked if she could teach him martial arts. She agreed, it has been so long since she had a decent sparring partner.

This then led to Setsuna teasing her that they were ‘close’, and the fact that she didn’t deny it added fuel to her teasing. It was a common thing now that whenever she got back from a training session with Midoriya that one of the girls would sing ‘Itsuka and Izuku sitting on a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G’

Setsuna kept suggesting that she had it bad, and she was head over heels for the guy.

Which was not true!

She was not in love, she just…admires him.

Who wouldn’t?

He’s good with academics, he’s a skilled fighter, he was nice, he was patient, he was cute, he had nice freckles that makes you want to connect them with a marker, he had a great bod—

She shook her head at that thought

No

She was not in love

She will never be in love

Nope, not gonna happen

“You seem to be in deep thought Kendou” said Yanagi Reiko in her gym uniform, oh right they had training today “May I ask what makes you seem troubled?” Kendou sighed but before she could answer Setsuna beat her to it.

“Probably thinking about her boyfriend” she teased and the girls reacted

“Kendou you got a boyfriend!” Kinoko yelled

“Congratulations!” congratulated Pony, and Itsuka groaned

“For the last time Sets, Izuku is not my boyfriend” she said firmly with a blush on her cheeks

“Ah see the thing is, I didn’t say his name” Setsuna cheekily replied and Itsuka realized her error “You just assumed that I was talking about Midoriya”

“Sh-shut it!” Kendou stuttered “Of course he’s the one you’re talking about, he’s the one you keep talking about!”

“I mean I don’t blame you, that guy is a catch” Setsuna grinned with a blush of her own. Itsuka then saw this as an opportunity for revenge.

“Well if you think he’s a catch, why don’t you go after him” Kendou suggested with a smirk, which then backfired as she saw Setsuna just blush even more and went to a thinking pose

“You think I should? I don’t know…I don’t seem to be his type y’know?” it took a moment for Itsuka to process what her friend just said when it did come to she blushed and pointed at Setsuna

“Hold on! Are you for real?!” Setsuna seemed shocked but nodded

“I mean yeah, I wasn’t lying when I said he was a catch” she admitted and Kendou could feel her jaw drop

“Agreed!” Pony cheered “He’s like super cute!”

Kendou then looked at Reiko and saw that she was also blushing “You too Reiko?” said girl flinched a bit

“Y-yes, I do admit that he has captured my interest” Kendou then sighed

“Is everyone here having a crush on Midoriya?” she asked rhetorically, she looked up and all the girls raised their hands “S-Seriously?”

“Yes” said Yui, the quiet girl now finished changing “Unlike you, we fully accepted that we are in love with Izuku”

“Why should I accept that?!” yelled Itsuka “I’m not in love with him!” the girls looked at each other

“Girl you should be honest with yourself” said Kinoko

“Yeah it’s kinda obvious” added Setsuna and before Kendou could say something there was a knock on the door

“Uhhh girls?” came the voice of Awase from the other side of the door “Are you okay in there? You’re taking a long time to change, all of us are in the gym already. You guys are the only ones we’re waiting”

After yelling an apology the girls then changed quickly, before Kendou could walk out of the locker room, Setsuna stopped her. “Listen, I’m not going to force you. All I’m saying is, to be honest with yourself” and with that Setsuna walked away, leaving Kendou staring at her friend

Be honest with what?

She was being honest. She wasn’t in love with Izuku. That’s it.

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“Welcome students! Today we will be having a 1v1 fight. No Quirks!” announced Vlad. As much as that would have excited Kendou, her attention was set on a particular boy, who was on the other side.

Turns out, they were having another joint training with 1A, this time no quirks. Hooray.

She couldn’t find in herself to be excited, she was just frustrated. Right now she was staring at the source of all her frustration, Izuku Midoriya.

The boy must have felt someone staring at him, looking around he saw Kendou and he smiled and waved at her.

And just like that her frustration was gone and was replaced with a happy fluttering feeling. She could practically hear her friends groaning at her.

“First match!” Vlad then took out a piece of paper from a box “Itsuka Kendou!”

“Versus” said Aizawa tiredly as he took out a piece of paper as well “Izuku Midoriya”

There were some oohs and cheers from her class with Setsuna yelling ‘Go get your man!’ she would strangle that girl later.

Right now she was looking at Izuku who was on the other side of the ring.

Okay, this was it.

She was going to prove that she wasn’t in love by beating Izuku with her martial arts. After that hopefully, this would her friends from telling her that she was in love with the boy.

She heard the starting signal

She lunged

And now she was staring at the ceiling

She blinked

‘What happened?’

“Itsuka Kendou is out of bounds! Izuku Midoriya Wins!” she heard the announcement, but she was still confused about what had happened, one moment she lunged at Izuku and the next she was staring at the ceiling…what?

Then his sweet adorable face came to view with the concerned expression of his that he always wears whenever he saw someone get hurt.

“A-are you o-okay Kendou-san?” he asks while she just stared, she could see from behind Izuku that the principal was sitting in one of the support beams, he looked at her and waved. Her attention then went back to the adorable boy that was above her.

‘Huh…Was he always this handsome?’

Not even a second after she thought that, that she screamed “Kya!” the sound of her scream would forever haunt her and would forever be ammunition for Setsuna to tease her and tell her again and again how she realized her feelings for Izuku.

She then began to crawl away while having a huge blush that covers her face, her girl friends’ then began to comfort her, well Setsuna was smiling smugly at her and Ibara was telling her that ‘Don’t worry I screamed too when I realized it’

At the corner of her eye, she could see Vlad giving some money to Aizawa, but that was the least of her concerns as right now she is now focusing on the big issue that she, in fact was in love with Izuku Midoriya

And all it took was for him to slam her to the ground for her to realize it.

Notes:

And that's a wrap, yep this is a short one just felt like writing this after I was done with my school work. I hope you guys enjoyed it. Also....what do you guys consider as a weird ship? (Related to Izuku of course) I'm honestly curious about that.

Chapter 11: Mandalay is Expecting

Summary:

Mandalay is expecting, but she won't tell who the father is nor would she tell the father himself. Turns out, she didn't to

Notes:

What the?! Two chapters in one day?! What kind of bs is this!!

So yeah, I'm in a writing mood I guess. Hope you enjoy this

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Shino Sasaki, aka the Pro Hero Mandalay, stared at the device in her hand with a mix of joy, terror, and anxiety.

She expected this, but it still hit her hard. She lied to him that it was a safe day, she lied when she said that she was going to take a pill the next day and she lied when she said it meant nothing to her.

On her hand was a pregnancy test.

And it was positive…

She was pregnant with his child

She smiled at that thought and she sighed. She remembered that day.

It was his graduation, and of course, she and her team and other more pros were invited to the graduation party that night. After a long night of dancing, singing, and just chatting, the two of them talked privately outside of the building where the party was held. She had to admit that she giggled a lot seeing the man still blush and be a fanboy even though he was now an adult. After a long talk and a confession coming from the both of them they decided to go somewhere more…private.

They went inside his dorm and for the whole night they just made love, she had to admit that even though she was the mature one there, she didn’t know what to do, because at that time she was still a virgin and so was he. That night she completely surrendered herself to him and the both of them just got lost in the pleasure, and when he was about to burst, she told him to come inside, he was hesitant but she insisted. That night, it was just her and him.

And now, the price has shown itself.

Did she regret it? No, absolutely not.

Will she keep the baby? Yes.

Will she tell the father?....No, as much as she wanted to. The baby was her responsibility, she couldn’t trouble him with this, he was on his road to being one of the greatest heroes that ever existed. It was his dream, and she wasn’t going to take it away from him.

She was going to tell the news to her team though, they’re going to find out eventually and she needed all the support she needed.

Taking a deep breath, she tossed the test in the trash and walked out of the bathroom.

The next problem now was how to tell her team. As much as the direct approach would work, this kind of news needed to sink in and needed to be gently given.

Walking to the kitchen she could hear her team chatting and someone cooking, heading there she prepared her best smile and was ready to tackle the day.

“Hey guys” she waved, her team then looked up when she entered. Tiger or Yawara Chatora, was sitting beside Ragdoll or  Tomoko Shiretoko, and they were reading a magazine, on the stove was Pixie-Bob or Ryuko Tsuchikawa.

“She’s here!” shouted Ragdoll excitedly, she then jumped towards her, grabbed her hand, and sat her down on the couch, meanwhile Mandalay was confused at her friend’s reaction. Ragdoll then put her hands under her chin and looked at her expectantly. Tiger then sat beside her on her left and she could see Pixie-bob leaning on the counter looking at her giving her a gentle smile

She smiled. She had the best teammates

‘You guys already know don’t you?’ using her quirk to deliver her message to her teammates

“Well duh” Pixie-bob said smirking at her “Kinda easy to connect the dots when you suddenly leave, come back with 3 pregnancy tests and disappear in the bathroom for like an hour“ Mandalay blushed at that “So deets girl, are you expecting?”

“Yes” she answered and her teammates cheered

“So who’s the father?” Tiger asked and Mandalay just smiled

“It’s someone special”

“You’re not gonna tell us?”

“No” she then raised her finger “Not because I don’t trust you guys, but because I know for a fact that you would hunt him down and drag him here”

“No we won’t” Pixie-bob said crossing her arms and looking away, Mandalay just stood up and opened the curtains, and pointed outside where there were at least 30 mud beasts outside on standby. Pixie-bob then scratched her head and deactivated her quirk

“Well, are you at least going to tell him?” Ragdoll questioned and Mandalay just smiled

“I don’t think I will”

“Can I ask why?” Tiger asked

“It’s…personal” and they just stared at her, that was until Tiger stood up

“Well if that’s your decision then we will respect it.” He gave her a thumbs up and her teammates agreed to give her support.

“Thank you”

“I’m home!” yelled a young boy, Kota, her nephew “And I brought someone with me” now who could that be

“We’re in the kitchen Kota” Mandalay yelled and cleaned herself up a bit to at least make herself presentable. She looked up to greet her nephew but was too shocked when she saw who her nephew brought.

Izuku Midoriya, aka The Pro Hero Deku, no. 5 in the hero charts and was on his way to be no. 1 in a few months.

He was also the father of her child…their child.

“He insisted on coming here, saying that he needed to talk to you” Kota said to her and it was true, the moment Izuku was in the kitchen his eyes zoned in on her and she couldn’t help but gulp.

He wouldn’t know that she was pregnant. So she was safe.

“Anyway I’ll be in my room” said Kota walking away, her team noticed the atmosphere and the way that the two of them were staring at each other was enough to give the answer they asked earlier. Taking this as their cue to leave, they excused themselves giving her and Izuku some alone time.

“Hey” he awkwardly greeted

“Hey yourself” she smiled, always the dork. “So how are you future no. 1”

He chuckled “That’s only a rumor, I’ve been good. Been busy with work and you know…making a name for myself. That’s it. You?”

“Oh you know, been busy trying to get Kota back to school, been reorganizing some stuff here and there, and also taking a short break from hero work” she said the last part as she turned around and went to the pot that Pixie-bob was handling earlier.

“A break? Why?” he asked going behind her and leaning on the counter

“Oh you know, just getting tired and all. Might as well help Ragdoll with some of the paperwork in the office” a lie of course, but she wasn’t going to tell him the truth.

“Shino” she gripped the handle tightly hearing her name, the only time that he used that name was that night. “Are you…” Ah, of course, he knows

“Am I what?” she walked away not facing him “Tired? Of course, I am, you know people my age. We just get tired so easily now, we’re not that young anymore--”

“Pregnant” he said making her stop “Are you pregnant with my child” he was behind her, she could feel it.

“And what if I was?” she asked hugging herself “What are you going to do about it?”

“What am I—I’m going to be there for you of course!” he was now in front of her looking at her as if she asked something dumb “I’m going to stay by your side, I’m going to slow down with work--”

“That’s the problem!” she yelled balling her fist and looking at him “That’s why I didn’t want to tell you! Because you would stop with work and start taking care of me!”

“Well what do you want me to do then!” he yelled back equally annoyed “Leave you alone and let you raise this child alone?!”

“Yes! Because you would at least live your dream!” she pointed a finger at him “It’s what you always wanted right?!”

“What I want is to be with you! And to be with my child!” He took a step forward “I’m not abandoning you and my child. And that’s final”

“God you’re so stubborn!” she yelled going up to his face

They stare at each other, waiting for the other to make a move, and someone did.

Mandalay grabbed his shirt and pulled him close capturing his lips with her own, Izuku then hugged her with one arm while the other was behind her head deepening the kiss.

And almost instantly Izuku put his hands on her thigs and lifted her and pinned her to the nearby wall, she gasped as her back collided with the wall, but that didn’t stop them from connecting their lips once more.

After a minute, they pulled away and looked at each other’s eyes

“Still not gonna leave? This is your final chance” Mandalay asked looking at his eyes

“No” He said firmly, this was his decision. “I’m staying”

Mandalay sighed and laughed. “This is one hell of a day”

“Tell us about it” said a voice and both of them jumped, Izuku looked back and Mandalay peered over his shoulder

Peering over the doorframe were Ragdoll, Tiger, and Pixie-bob. All three of them were smiling at them “Who knew that the kitty was so bold” said Ragdoll while wiggling her eyebrows

“Yo Izuku you better take care of Mandalay or else I’m beating you to a pulp!” threatened Tiger

“Hey Izu do you have any friends that you can introduce me to?” asked Pixie-bob who was then sprayed by Tiger with water and she hissed.

Izuku sighed and Mandalay smirked “Better get used to it lover, this is your life now” she smiled and Izuku just looked at the woman and stole another kiss, getting a few cheers from the three people in the doorframe. Pulling away he just smiled at her

“I’m still staying”

Notes:

And that's a wrap, I haven't read the comments from the last chapter. I usually reply and read them after a day or so. So I honestly got nothing to say. Soo....yeah

Chapter 12: Everyone wants to hook Deku up with Someone part 2

Summary:

Everyone wants to hook Deku up with someone and somehow Nezu is at the center of it. What will happen to Izuku? Will he survive? Will I shut up? We don't know! Also...Izuku is on a date with who?

Notes:

Ok so back to this continuation, I honestly had something to say here....But I forgot. So I hope you guys enjoy this. If I remember what I was supposed to say here I might edit this....Idk

EDIT: I now remember what I was supposed to say here, so I just wanted to clear any confusion. This series (Everyone wants to hook Deku up) is not related in any way to the other arc/series (2A and 2B confessions). I'm saying that because some of you might confuse this as a prequel of some sort or something because I did call out the adoption here.

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Aizawa uses Deku on Ms. Joke…it’s super effective!

Aizawa was annoyed, to say the least, and the source of his annoyance was standing in front of him.

Emi Fukukado, also known as Ms. Joke

She was an annoyance before, but he didn’t know why and how but she seemed to be even more annoying than before, if he were to track down when she actually became even more annoying it was probably after the License Exam.

After that, she seems to have taken a liking to visit UA almost every other day. Why Nezu allowed this, he had no idea and he wasn’t going to ask the rat.

But he did find it strange though. Normally she would joke about him and her getting married, but no. This time it was centered around his class.

‘Hey, any of your students got engaged yet?’ ‘Your students still single?’ ‘Wanna hook me up with one of your students’ those kinds of jokes, he didn’t know why but she would have this light blush on her cheeks whenever she asks and she never had those kinds of blushes when she joked around him.

So what changed?

His answer then came the next day.

It was a normal day for the staff and students of UA, he and some other teachers were in gym Gamma teaching were teaching their students some proper control with one of their quirks, other applications for their quirks, and testing the limits of what it can and can’t do. Emi, of course, was there watching them and annoying Aizawa as usual he was barking orders left and right, nothing unusual there.

Then he yelled at Izuku Midoriya

And out of the corner of his eye…he saw her flinch and look in Izuku’s direction.

Now he could have written that off as just him barking an order to a particular student, if not for the fact that he has been barking orders to every student and calling their names and she didn’t move. It was only when he yelled at Midoriya that she moved and stopped annoying him, even if was just a second, at that moment. He saw right through her.

He grinned like a madman and decided to put his plan into action

“Midoriya!” he yelled and gestured for the student to come down, Emi tried to excuse herself but he captured her with his scarf, she looked at him with wide eyes and he could feel that she was panicking as she saw the grin that he had.

“Y-yes sensei?” asked the boy after landing down

“I’m sure you know who this is” he pulled Emi a bit closer, and he saw his student go fanboy mode but he wasn’t going to listen “Ms. Joke here has personally volunteered to teach you the works of being an underground hero” he could practically feel Emi’s eyes boring to his skull “As such, for the rest of this period. She would be in charge of you” he pushed Emi lightly in front of Midoriya “Good luck” and then walked away, he could hear Midoriya shouting a bunch of thank you’s, but he didn’t care. His job was done.

He then felt his phone vibrate, opening it he saw a message from the principal

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Overlord

I’m proud of you

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….Yep his job was done.

 

Togata hooks Deku up with Bubble Girl

Togata was curious as to why Bubble Girl wouldn't contact Deku. She clearly misses him, right now he was behind her and she was looking at her phone, on her phone was a picture of her and Deku.

He clearly is confused to why she couldn’t just text or call him.

He actually thought that once the Nighteye agency was back in action that Deku would come back with him, now that his quirk was returned thanks to Eri he was back to work. Sadly Deku was in Endeavour's agency and said that he was needed there. They didn’t complain and just said to visit sometime.

On the other hand, Bubble Girl was saddened by the news but still kept working. And now here he was scratching his head as to why she wouldn’t just contact him.

Then he had a thought

Why not call him himself and give the call to Bubble Girl?

That was a brilliant idea me!

Thanks me!

Fishing out his phone, he pressed the video call option on Deku’s contact, once it rang Bubble Girl jumped finally noticing him

“What are you doing?”

“Calling Deku” he said simply waiting for Deku to answer

“…Why?”

“Oh bec--”

“Hello? Mirio-senpai is something wrong?” answered Deku his face was shown and in the background were more people getting food, clearly he was in a cafeteria of some sort.

“Hey Deku! Nothing’s wrong just calling to check up on you”

“Oh! Well I’m fine, I’m actually in the mall, got a day off” he said

“Oh well, that’s great! By the way, Bubble Girl misses you” he said simply and Bubble Girl jumped and before she could escape “Here go talk to her!” he brought the phone to her face making her go face to face with Midoriya.

“H-hey Midoriya” she said waving giving a small glare in Mirio’s direction

“He-hey Bubble Girl” he fidgeted and set his phone down “How are you?”

“Oh I’m fine” she said grabbing the phone “Been busy, with the agency going back to full swing everyone here is just adjusting to everything.” She added and she was right, with the Work Studies returning some old interns were coming back and working, while some universities cut off ties with them due to the death of Nighteye, there were a lot of things that needed to be adjusted.

“That’s good to hear, I’ve been meaning to visit but work has been so stressful” he whined and Bubble girl giggled

“Welcome to the real world kid”

“Living the dream” Izuku sighed “So what’s new? Are there any new missions for you guys?”

“Not really, but we are doing a collab with Ryukyu next week, something about a drug den or something” the information wasn’t actually classified, so sharing wasn’t a problem, meanwhile Mirio gasped at the news. He hasn’t heard of this yet!

“Oh! Then we might actually get to see each other soon then” he smiled “I just got an offer from Ryukyu to do my work studies there, I’m still thinking about it though so I guess I’m not sure still” he admitted, Mirio could see that some bubbles were coming out of her head that was shaped like….hearts?

“Oh, that’s wonderful! You sure are getting the attention of the Top 10 huh” she smiled “Makes me think that you have forgotten about us” she teased

“No I haven’t! I couldn’t forget any of you” he shouted but then he ducked as people began to shush him, they could see on the phone that he began to apologize and he and Bubble Girl laughed

“I’m kidding I’m kidding” she then smiled “We should really hang out more” and then the bubbles that were coming out of her head popped and Mirio could see her eyes widen “I mean uhh”

“That sounds great” Izuku smiled “When are you free?”

This was the time that Mirio decided to butt in “Oh she’s free this Saturday Deku!” but before Bubble Girl could deny it, their boss Centipeder then joined in “Mirio is correct, she is free this Saturday” then walked away, the two sidekicks stared at their boss for a second then looked at Deku once more.

“So I guess Saturday it is huh?” Izuku said over the phone while developing a thinking pose “If I remember correctly there’s an amusement park that’s gonna open near Dagobah beach, wanna go there?” Bubble Girl just nodded while turning a dark shade of blue “Good well I gotta go my fr--”

“Who are you talking to Midoriya?” asked a female voice

“Oh just a friend” Midoriya said looking at the person who they can’t see on the phone, suddenly a woman came to view, she had shoulder length white hair freckled with a few noticeable crimson color.

“Oh hello there” the woman waved “I’m Fuyumi Todoroki, nice to meet you”

“Hello Todoroki-san!” Mirio waved while Bubble Girl nodded staring blankly at the phone.

“So-sorry guys, gotta go” he waved and Mirio waved back and ended the call, Mirio then took his phone and looked at Bubble Girl, who was still staring blankly at nothing.

‘Huh, she was happy a moment ago…Quick! Think me!’

“Uhh…Good luck on your date?” he didn’t know why it formed into a question, but Bubble Girl did nod so it wasn’t much of an issue

Good job me!

Thanks me!

 

Kota tries to get Izuku as his stepdad through Mandalay

“You want to what?” asked Mandalay looking at her nephew with one eyebrow raised

“I want to get adopted by Izuku” he said in a manner that it was a final decision

“I don’t think he can adopt anyone just yet Kota” she tries to argue

“He adopted Eri last week” he pointed out “If he can adopt her, then he can adopt me too right?”

“He adopted who now?” asked Ragdoll from the kitchen “Isn’t he a bit too young to adopt anyone?”

“Nope, Kota’s right” said Tiger as he appeared from the door “It’s in the article here.” He showed the phone to Mandalay, taking it she read the title ‘Young Hero adopts Cute Unicorn after a long fight with the now burning System – an article made by Nezu’

‘Well if he’s involved then no wonder it went smoothly’ Mandalay sighed looking at her nephew “Still, he has to agree with adopting you, plus he’s already taking care of a kid, I don’t think he can handle two kids, and yet focus on school all by himself” she again tries to argue, now she doesn’t mind Izuku Midoriya taking care of Kota, heck she would support it. But Kota was her only family member left she would be heartbroken if he got out of her life, but if it was Izuku then it was fine the only problem was that he was a single parent she at least wanted to see if there was a kind woman by his side.

“Then why don’t you date him” Kota simply suggested and Mandalay could hear the shatter of glass from the living room and the stirring noise that was coming from the kitchen stopped. “If you date him, then not only does he get a woman in his life, but you’ll also be taking care of me…well I guess us, if me and Eri will be siblings.”

Before she could reply she saw Pixiebob behind Kota, she then blasted Pixiebob with a million thoughts with her quirk giving her a headache and falling to the floor. Ragdoll peeked her head from the kitchen and Mandalay just looked at her and Ragdoll ducked back in the kitchen.

She sighed “Kota, he’s almost 10 years younger than me. I’m way too old for him”

“No you’re not, he even said so”

‘Eh?’ She then saw him fished out his phone and clicked on a few apps then a voice came from the speakers of his phone

Hey Deku what do you think about my aunt?came the voice of Kota, he turned the phone so she could see the video that he was playing, the video was just pointed at Izuku in a corner seemingly hidden from the boy in question, the background suggests that they were in an ice cream parlor.

Mandalay? Well I think she’s an amazing hero, the fact that she can use her Quirk the way she does and fight is amazing enough” Mandalay was now blushing at the compliment, while Pixiebob hissed at her, Ragdoll stopped stirring and was now eavesdropping, and Tiger was just sitting there reading the article on his phone

But what about as a woman?” Mandalay snapped her head at Kota, while said boy just pointed at Pixiebob who gulped, she then fell once more after a million thoughts attacked her head. “Like…would you date her if given the chance

I-I don’t think that’s possible Kota” Izuku scratched his head “I think I’m far too young for her, surely there are a lot more older guys that she likes

But would you date her?” the Kota in the video pushed the question and she could see Izuku was thinking, and she would be lying if she said she wasn’t waiting for his answer.

S-sure, I-Idon’t really mind. Your aunt is a kind woman after all” he chuckled nervously and she feel her blush creep in, Izuku then looked at Kota “Yo-you aren’t going to t-tell her I said that…right?

Yeah yeah sure” the screen moved and the video ended, Kota took his phone back and stared at Mandalay, she then looked at him

“I thought you promised him not to tell me?”

“Technically I didn’t, he did” he pointed at his phone “I just showed a video of him saying it”

‘I guess…that’s kinda true’ Ignoring the fact that that kind of reasoning was not ethical at all she rubbed her forehead feeling a headache coming in. “Look I just don’t think it’s a good idea for him to adopt two kids, the media would eat him alive” then her phone pinged, fishing out her phone she saw it was a message from an unknown number

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[Unknown]

Oh, don’t worry about the media, just one more thing to burn :)

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….That damn rat.

She sighed, she didn’t know if she should say yes.

‘Maybe I should ask him myself’ she suddenly thought and she couldn’t find it in herself to disagree with that. Might as well ask him and get his opinion on adopting Kota

‘And maybe ask him if he really doesn’t mind in dating someone like me’ She looked up and saw a smiling Kota, a coughing Tiger, an angry Pixiebob, and a slack-jawed Ragdoll.

“I broadcast that didn’t I?”

“YOU TRAITOR!” screamed Pixiebob and she was about to tackle her but she was then sprayed by Tiger with water.

Mandalay sighed this has been a tiring day, now all that’s left was to find the opportunity to talk to him.

Her phone pinged once more, opening it she saw that it was from Izuku himself

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Izuku

Hey uhhh…are you busy this Sunday?

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Mandalay blinked at that, was he?

She shook her head, he wasn’t asking her out. That would be ridiculous

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Shino

Not really, why?

Izuku

Can you watch Eri for me? I’m sorry. Everyone I asked just said they were busy, principal Nezu said that I should ask you since you might not be busy, but if you are then I can understand….sorry.

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…That damn rat. Then another ping from an unknown number, it just reads ‘You’re welcome :)’ she sighed and decided to reply

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Shino

Stop apologizing, it’s all right. I’m free this Sunday so I can take care of your daughter. Congrats btw.

Also, can I take Kota with me?

Izuku

Thanks! And sure, you can take Kota, I’ve been meaning to get Eri some friends her age, but that’s kinda hard with university and all

Shino

I understand, we’ll head there on Sunday around 9 am. Is that all right with you?

Izuku

Yes! Thank you again. See you this Sunday :D

Shino

See you

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Suddenly she then felt someone breathing on her neck. Turning around she found her teammates and nephew looking over her shoulder and to her phone

“Uhhh…I can explain?”

“TRAITOR!”

Oh boy, this is gonna be a long day

 

Todoroki tries to help Burnin with her oh so obvious crush

Shoto Todoroki was clueless when it comes to social interactions or in anything social at all. He didn’t have many friends nor did he choose to have friends, the only reason that he was in Midoriya’s friend group was that the boy basically dragged him.

Was he complaining? No. It felt nice to have friends

But even so that he was clueless about these kinds of things, he was not blind.

He remembered he was staring at Burnin, a sidekick in his father’s agency bark orders to Izuku. Now normally this won’t actually get his attention, but Burnin just kept barking orders to and only at Izuku.

While yes, he and Bakugo would get orders as well, but she seemed to be around Izuku more often. Even in assignments where it requires two people, she would just gravitate towards Izuku or take Izuku as her partner.

It was obvious that Burnin had a crush on Izuku.

Now some may ask why should he care about this, well Izuku his first-ever friend needs more women in his life.

Izuku did have his sister, were they dating he has no idea, but what he does know was that his friend has so much more love to give that he has much to spare. And since Midoriya opened his eyes back at the Sports Festival, he feels like this is a good chance to pay him back.

Plus, he once read in this book called ‘Friends for Dummies’ that friends make each other happy. Was Izuku making him happy? Yes. Was he making Izuku happy? He has no idea, that’s why he will make sure that he will be happy. How? By giving him women that obviously love him.

This is where he is now, waiting for Izuku while holding two objects in his hands, he has a plan and all it requires are Izuku, Burnin, a room, and his ice.

‘Hmm, he should be here any second now’ just as he thought that Izuku came running around the corner wearing his hero costume.

“Hey Todoroki-kun, you need me for something?” he asked and all Todoroki did was raise a notebook.

“Inside of this notebook are information about the Quirks of everyone that is interning in this building” he only had basic info, but for Izuku that was basically a gold mine, then he raised the second object “And this is the first-ever All Might action figure that was made after his debut” he knew that this was true because he called in a favor from Momo and she said that this particular figure was from a now-deceased collector and the family of the collector was selling his collections. She bought it in exchange for a favor and he agreed. Now he has two objects that Izuku wants, what is he going to do to said objects?

Toss it inside the darkroom beside him, and just like he predicted Izuku dived right in for said objects, he was now busy writing the info on the notebooks to his own at a very fast pace.

‘Good that will distract him for a moment’ He just needed to distract Izuku for a couple of minutes before she arr—

“Hey, you called?” ah just in time, Burnin was walking towards him

“Yeah, Midoriya broke his ankle inside that room” he pointed inside the darkroom with Izuku now in the center still writing.

She sighed but he could see a blush forming on her cheeks “That guy, always so helpless” she went inside “Wait, he doe--”

*SLAM*

*ICE*

Todoroki slammed the door close and pretty much froze the door. This was his plan, trap the both of them in a room so that they can have a nice talk alone. He watched this on tv once, two people were trapped, and then once they were out they were more close than ever, he didn’t understand why their clothes seemed to be a mess or why their hair seemed to be disheveled, or why there were bruises on their necks, but he didn’t care, all he knew was that if you trap two people in a room they get close.

He then walked away ignoring the shouts that he heard from the door ‘I’ll let them out in an hour’

 

Bakugo is sick and tired of Mina’s rant about Deku

Bakugo slammed his face on his food

There she goes again with her rant about how ‘cute Midori is’, or how ‘delicious Midori made dinner’ or how Midori is this or that and on and on and on and ON AND ON AND ON!

JUST BANG ALREADY!

He and the ‘Bakusquad’ were in the cafeteria and having lunch and once they sat down they went to a bit of chatter while he just stayed quiet. Then Racoon-Eyes decided to go to her usual rant of how ‘special’ Deku is.

It was fine during the first semester, he could tolerate that. But. She just. Didn’t. STOP!

Every day this was his torture, just hearing Racoon-Eyes go on and on makes him want to tear his hair out. JUST. BANG.

He raised his head and some of his food fell out of his hair, but he didn’t give a fuck. There has to be a way to shut her up.

He growled and looked at another table where the ‘Dekusquad’ was sitting and tried to put a hole on the nerd’s skull. The boy gulped and Bakugo set his attention back to Racoon-Eyes who was still ranting about how special the nerd is, his ‘friends’ just looked at her and let her talk, they could tolerate her but he can’t!

If he has to lock the both of them up in a room then—

He stopped that train of thought and let it process

That was it.

He grinned

‘Oh, peace and quiet here I come’

He tolerated the next few hours of Racoon-Eyes’s rant, this was the last he would hear of it so why not. When they were finally back in the dorms, he waited until it was nighttime and everybody was in their rooms. Not bothering to knock, he slammed the nerd’s door open with his foot, the said boy was just sitting on his chair writing something, but Bakugo didn’t care and just proceeded to grab the boy’s shirt and drag him to the girl’s side

“Ka-Kacchan w-where are we going?!” the nerd asked while slightly struggling

“Shut up” Bakugo answered and continued to drag the boy, once they were in front of Racoon-Eyes’s door Bakugo just knocked harshly at the door he could hear her yelp “Racoon-Eyes open up!” the door opened and Racoon-Eyes was in her pajama bottoms and a shirt labeled ‘ACID’

“Huh? What do you wa--”

He didn’t let her finish as he pulled Midoriya “Here” and push him to her, fortunately, Racoon-Eyes managed to catch the nerd in a hug, Bakugo then grasped the door handle “Now bang and get it over with” and slam the door close, then proceeded to walk away.

He plopped down on his bed and went to sleep with a smile on his face, happy that his plan worked

The next day, the students were back in the cafeteria to enjoy lunch and Bakugo…

Slammed his face on his food once more.

His plan failed. Hard.

Based on her rant, they didn’t bang. All they did was talk about quirks, heroes and watch movies. And now she has new things to rant about how ‘awesome Midori is’

He got his face out of his food again and looked at the ‘Dekusquad’.

There has got to be away to get her to—

He blinked, then he looked closer to the nerd’s group.

Round Face or Uraraka, was sitting oddly close to the nerd and shifting his eyes back to Racoon-eyes he could see that she was staring too and whenever she stares she would go quiet, looking at Round Face again she was also staring at Mina albeit a bit annoyed, but that was not all even the Frog was sitting close to the nerd.

That was it.

Jealousy. That was the key.

Make women get close to the nerd and make Racoon-eyes so jealous that she keeps quiet. It was brilliant.

But there was one flaw.

Two girls were not enough, he needed more.

Then he listened. Actually listened to the chatter of the cafeteria.

All he heard was the nerd’s name, if it wasn’t his name then it was at least something about him. He looked around, some of the girls from the 1B were stealing glances at the nerd and so were the girls in the support course and general course, heck even the third years were stealing glances at him.

He grinned

This. Was. Perfect.

The only problem was how to make them interact with the nerd.

Then his phone vibrated, opening it he only saw that it was an unknown number and the contents were just a simple smiley face.

‘The fuck?’ he just pocketed his phone and stared at the nerd and grinned like a madman

 

 

-At the Dekusquad-

Izuku Midoriya was scared, no scratch that. He was terrified, as he stares at his childhood friend grinning madly at him. That could only mean one thing, Kacchan was planning on something and it will directly affect him.

He gulped

“What’s wrong Deku?” asked his best friend Ochako Uraraka “You seem to be out of it”

“O-oh I’m fine” he said now calming down.

“Midoriya-chan” said Tsuyu Asui “I have a question”

“Ye-yes?” he took a sip of water and coincidentally Todoroki and Iida was doing the same

“Did you and Mina have sex last night?”

Cue spit take

“*cough*cough*N-No *cough*” he coughed and he could feel Uraraka rub his back

“Asui-san!--” “Tsu” “—That is not a question that you should ask in public! And Midoriya” Iida gestured to Izuku with his hand “If you do decide to do the deed then please wear protection” Iida then somehow produced a white screen and a projector “Luckily I have prepared 50 slides of Safe Sex”

“Iida t-that won’t be necessary!” Izuku tries to stop his friend “I already know everything!”

“Plus he doesn’t need it” Todoroki commented after recovering from his spit take

“What makes you say that Todoroki-san” asked Iida with his chopping arms

“Because his fiancé can teach it to him if need be” Todoroki answered then began to slurp more of his soba not noticing that the whole cafeteria had gone quiet, well Bakugo was laughing maniacally, but that was beside the point.

All of the girls turned to Izuku and as they turned you could practically hear the creak while they turn.

“Fiance…?” Ochako and Tsuyu asked almost hollow like and Izuku gulp feeling the pressure

“We-well you see…there’s an explanation here” he said then the two girls leaned in

“Well? We’re waitng”

Before he could tell the truth the cafeteria door burst open, snapping everyone from their daze and looking at who was at the door.

It was Moe Kamiji, aka Burnin. She looked around while holding a piece of paper. Her eyes then landed on Izuku and she sprinted towards him

“Izu!”

‘Izu?’

Burnin jumped and landed on Midoriya’s lap, Izuku not wanting her to fall held her with his right arm on her back and the other beneath her legs.

“Babe what’s the meaning of this?!” she shoved the piece of paper to his face. Izuku read the paper and he saw that it was the document that says his transfer of work studies. She gripped his shirt “After what you’ve done to me, you decided to leave me” she said with tears in her eyes.

Iida was malfunctioning, Bakugo was on the ground laughing, the rest of the girls had dangerous auras surrounding them, the guys just said Nope and walked out of the cafeteria, Mineta was bound with head to toe with tape and was screaming, and Todoroki was still slurping his soba.

“I promise not to be mean to you anymore, so please don’t leave me!” Burnin then hugged him tightly then looked up at Izuku “What about our child?”

“NANI?!”

“MIDORIYA! I THOUGHT BETTER OF YOU!”

“NOTHING HAPPENED WE JUST TALKED!”

“THEN WHAT’S THIS CHILD SHE SPEAKS OF”

“I DON’T KNOW!”

“I need more Soba”

 

-Principal office-

Nezu was having the time of his life sitting in his chair and watching the live feed from the cafeteria.

*knock*knock*

Shutting off the monitor he then sat straight “Come in”

Aizawa then walked in with a piece of paper “Sir your request to have a week of joint training with the Seiai Academy has been approved”

“Ah excellent” accepting the letter, Nezu then began to place it inside his drawer

“Sir I have a question if I may”

“Oh, what is it?”

“Why did you suddenly decide to have a week's joint training with an all-girls school?”

“Ah Aizawa, don’t you know” Nezu sat straight and looked at Aizawa right in the eyes and Aizawa could feel the predatory glint “Next week is Monday”

..

..

“I quit”

“DENIED!”

Chapter 13: WHO TOOK HIS V?! - Intro

Summary:

Kaminari is an idiot and just wants to live, Todoroki seems to be the adult in the room, and Iida being dramatic

Notes:

You guys wanted a continuation for the 2A and 2B confessions? Well here it is! Now it's not more of a continuation per say, but more on like a prologue or an introduction to the next arc. And based on the title you guessed it. They're on the hunt

Now this chapter is more of a chatfic, because I really wanted to make one of these, but don't worry. The next arc won't be a chatfic, it's the same kind of story like dialogue that the last arc had.

So I hope you enjoy this.

Chapter Text

Frogbutt

We have a problem

Dinomash

Tell me about it, Yui won’t stop moaning.

BigSis

Yui for the love of God, please stop.

Ultraman

There’s only one cure for me

Ghost

And that would be?

Ultraman

Izuku to stick his Dicku in me

Ghost

Mood

Alien

Mood

Mom

Mood

Jacks

Mood

Frogbutt

Mood

But not the point.

Ocha, you still alive?

Uravity

Yes

Frogbutt

Good

Girls we have a situation in our hands.

Our Boyfriend is no longer a virgin

Dinomash

Damn girl you work fast

Frogbutt

I didn’t take it

Ultraman

Did Uraraka take it? If so, how good was he? Was he rough? Did he start gently then just proceed to take you to pound town? Did he choke you? What position did he take you? Did he pin you to the wall?

Ghost

It amazes me that you were able to type that in just 3 seconds

Dinomash

Im gonna assume that prez used the bat again

Ghost

Well I did hear a door slam open and then a sound like…wood being hit on something hard

BigSis

It’s too damn late to be this horny

Ultraman

Meanie, but seriously did Uraraka take it?

Frogbutt

No she didn’t

Uravity

NO I DIDN’T!

BigSis

Wait then who did?

Frogbutt

That’s the problem, we don’t know

Jacks

Kaminari just basically made a group chat and accidentally added us girl instead of the boys in your class.

Then just blurted out how Izuku isn’t a virgin anymore

Dinomash

Wait…how?

Jacks

Easy…he’s dumb

Vines

I’m sure he’s trying Jirou

Jacks

He once challenged a toaster to a staring contest and lost

Vines

….I….okay

Dinomash

Ok, we’re getting off topic here. So greenie is no longer a virgin…well shit. Now what?

Frogbutt

Now, we need to find out who took it

Gear up girls, we’re going to a fucking crusade!

Vines

Can’t we just ask him?

Uravity

I don’t think that’s a good idea.

He didn’t tell me that he lost his nor to any of his circle of friends besides Iida and Todoroki.

But even so, he told the guys. Maybe he was dared to do so.

Point is, we can’t just ask him just because we found out accidentally, he has to tell us himself because he wants to.

Frogbutt

And this girls is why Ocha is best girl for Izuku

Dinomash

Agreed

Ghost

Agreed

BigSis

Agreed

Alien

I heard a thud, I assume that’s Ochako hitting the ceiling.

Uravity

Yes

Ghost

So what is the plan?

Frogbutt

We need more info, and the only place we can gather said info is in groupchat Kaminari made

Uravity

Yeah, so I’ll be switching to the other chat now

Dinomash

Good luck!

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Ochako then closed her eyes then sighed ‘Who would take his virginity though?’ her brain began to rack on girls whom Izuku has formed a sort of friendship with.

Was it Nejire? No, she just graduated it would be impossible for her to come and contact Izuku

Mei? Sure they were on good terms but she seemed to be focused on her inventions rather than be focused on Izuku

But the other problem was the location and time, it was hard to deduce who if they didn’t have a time frame of when it happened.

‘Why couldn’t it be me though?’ Her mind then began to wander

-Ochako’s Imagination-

*knock*knock* Ochako heard a knock on her door, she was just done training so she was a bit sweaty. Not being rude she decided to open the door

Then someone barged in and closed the door

She would have panicked if she didn’t see who actually barged in

It was her best friend and also the person she fell in love with, Izuku Midoriya.

“De-deku? What are you doi-”

“I lost my virginity” he said simply looking down, his bangs shadowing his eyes. The news shocked her and she just stared at the boy feeling heartbroken.

‘I guess I was too late huh’

“Well…congra--” suddenly Izuku tackled her to her bed, her wrist was being pinned above her by Izuku’s hands as he hovered over her

“DE-deku?!” she shouted shocked “Wha-wha”

“I wanted you” he said his voice was low and husky and she could feel his breath on her face “Even when I was over there you were all I thought about” his grip tightened “Ochako I love you, I want you. I want you. Now.” He leaned in and all she could do was stare at Izuku as he began to lower himself and put a kiss on her nec—

-End of Imagination :)

“Eep!” Ochako yelped and she covered her blushing face with her hands and she began to float up, she removed her gloves so that could text, but that was now a bad idea as she just kept floating.

Releasing her quirk she shook her head and opened the group chat Kaminari made, her eyes widen a bit seeing the messages

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FOR THE BOYS

Bakugo

You dumb fuck

Kaminari

Well….shit

Kaminari has left the chat

Bakugo added Kaminari to the chat

Bakugo

You reap what you sow, bitch

Now die like a real man

Kaminari

Please! I don’t wanna get killed!

Iida

Bakugo do not harm any of our classmates!

Bakugo

I won’t

But the nerd will

And I will be there to record it.

Kirishima

Okay maybe we can salvage this, the girls might not have seen the message yet

Ashido

Nah, we saw it

Asui

^

Jiro

^

Uraraka

^

Kirshima

Ah….well it’s been nice knowing you Kaminari

Kaminari

Dude! HELP!!

Wait, genius time

Kaminari has kicked Midoriya from the chat

Kaminari

Phew! Safe at last

Bakugo

How the hell did that solve anything?

Kaminari

Well if he isn’t here then he won’t be able to know that I told his secret

Bakugo

…Ok you dumbshit here’s a pop quiz

Kaminari

Awww I hate pop quiz

Bakugo

Shut it

When Deku told us that he banged someone already, who did he tell it to?

Kaminari

Us guys of course. Y’know 2A and 2B

Bakugo

Good. Now, who did he not want to know the secret?

Kaminari

The girls of course, if was just for us guys after all.

Bakugo

Very good. Now last question. Who are the people in this chat that can obviously read your previous message from earlier which you basically spilled his secret?

Kaminari

…Ah…right..

Ashido

Hello :)

Asui

Hi :)

Jiro

Good job Kaminari. You figured it out.

Bakugo

Now give me one good reason why I shouldn’t add the nerd back in here again

Kaminari

……Because…you love me?

Bakugo

Adding him now

Kaminari

WAIT PLEASE I’LL DO ANYTHING!

Bakugo

…Anything you say?

Iida

Bakugo stop whatever you’re doing.

Kaminari…I’m…

Kaminari

Mad?

Iida

Disappointed

Bakugo

Oho, this I gotta see

Iida

Midoriya has put his trust on us when he told his secret, and yet you…you squandered it! Was his trust for you not great enough?! Have you no shame! He trusted you like a brother! A friend! And you just threw it away like that! How dare you!

Kaminari

Iida…

Kirishima

Dude I’m crying right now, that was so manly!

Todoroki

Iida I think you’re being too dramatic here

Iida

Do you not feel the same way? Midoriya trusted us!

Todoroki

Yes and Kaminari is an idiot

Bakugo

See, even Half-and-Half agrees

Todoroki

In any case, I think we can trust the girls to keep quiet, until he tells them himself

Uraraka

I guess…it’s just that I don’t think I can look at Deku the same way

Todoroki

Understandable, but it’s not like he’s different right? He’s still Izuku

Uraraka

You’re absolutely right Todoroki-san! :D

Ashido

I guess I can keep quiet

Kirishima

Will you though? I find that hard to believe XD

Ashido

Meanie! You’re not my Horn buddy anymore! Eri is my one and true horn buddy!

Asui

Still can’t believe that Izuku adopted Eri, not that I’m complaining.

Kirishima

It’s super manly!

Ashido

So I guess that’s it right? Midori is no longer a virgin?

Kirishima

Yep

Kaminari

I guess to be fair, we don’t actually know who he lost it to.

Kirishima

Yeah, we don’t actually know who it is, and we didn’t ask

Asui

So you guys don’t know who he lost it to?

Iida

No

Kirishima

No

Kaminari

No

Bakugo

No and I don’t care

Todoroki

I do

Uraraka

So I guess that’s it. We’re just gonna pretend that this didn’t happen and go to sleep

Asui

Pretty much

Ashido

Man this day just keeps going huh?

Iida

It has been a long day, it would be best for all of us to go to sleep.

Kaminari

Seriously? But we don’t have school though

Kirishima

Dude listen to your mother

Kaminari

Fiiiiine

Iida

I AM NOT YOUR MOTHER

Ashido

Night everybody!

Asui

Night

Uraraka

Night

Jacks

Night

Kirishima

Night!

Kaminari

Good night

Iida

Good night everybody!

Bakugo

Go to sleep extras

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Ochako sighed and closed the app. They didn’t go anywhere, sure they confirmed that Izuku is no longer a virgin, but now they have no leads and no new info. Opening the app she saw that Tsuyu was relaying the bad news.

They agreed to talk it further in the morning and that they all needed a good night’s sleep. After another round of good nights, she locked her phone and put it on her nightstand. She wore her gloves and began to fall asleep.

Her eyes snapped open in realization

-10 minutes later-

*knock*knock*knock*

Shoto Todoroki stirred awake hearing the knock that was coming from his door. He slightly grumbled ‘Who would be disturbing me in this hour?’

Walking to the door, he then opened it. He raised his eyebrow in confusion as he sees what was in front of him

Mina, Tsuyu, Momo, Jiro, Tooru and Ochako was standing there staring blankly at him.

“Yes?” he asked

They didn’t say anything.

Then Ochako raised a roll of tape, Momo created some rope, Tsuyu raised a rag, Jiro raised a sign 'Good luck' and Mina and Tooru just put shades on.

Ochako broke the silence

“Get him”

Chapter 14: Will you please go out with me?!

Summary:

What's this? A girl asking Izuku out? What about the girls? She's what?

Notes:

So got this girl stuck on my head and this is the story my brain came up with.

It's this girl: https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/bokunoheroacademia/images/1/1e/Chikuchi_Togeike_%28Anime%29.png/revision/latest?cb=20200229065732

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

“Will you please go out with me?!”

“Eh?”

Now some may be confused at this whole interaction, I know you readers are confused as to what the hell is happening, so let’s go back in time and try not to break the 4th wall anymore.

-30 minutes ago-

It was a quiet day in UA as the students enjoyed another peaceful morning of studying and training for some, it was now lunchtime and the students were now in the cafeteria.

Our victi-protagonist, Izuku Midoriya, was enjoying a quiet lunch with his friends.

That was until of course, someone came to their table

“You’re Midoriya Izuku right?” asked a voice, Izuku looked to his left and saw a young woman with dark hair, ear-length bangs, and curved pigtails. She also seemed to have a sullen expression.

“Huh?” Izuku asked confused and his friends has stopped eating

“Are you…Midoriya Izuku of 1A” she asked again, her hands lightly gripping her skirt.

“A-ah, yeah that’s me. Is there something you need?” Izuku asked hurriedly not wanting to upset her.

“Y-yeah. Can I talk to you outside for a minute?” she asked while pointing at the exit “It’ll only take a second”

“O-oh sure” he stood up, but was stopped as someone pulled him back, looking back he saw Ochako pulled holding his arm

“Hold on! What do you want with Deku!” she asked a bit loudly and she look a bit fierce, fortunately, the only one that heard her was the table on their left which was where Mina, Tooru, Momo, and Jirou were.

The girl flinched but stayed “I-I just need to ask him something…that’s all”

“But--”

“Uraraka” said Izuku gently he smiled at her “It’s okay, I can handle it. I’ll be back before you know it.” He stood up and followed the girl outside

..

..

“We’re gonna follow them right?” asked Mina appearing beside Ochako

“Yep”

Ochako, Tsuyu, Mina, Momo, Kyoka, and Tooru all stood up and followed the mystery girl and Izuku. Meanwhile back at the table, Iida and Todoroki stared blankly at the exit door.

“I feel like we have been forgotten”

“As long as they don’t disturb me or my soba then it’s fine”

The girls have followed Deku and the mystery girl and were hiding in a bush. Deku and the girl, who was facing away from him were under a tree, the shade giving them cover from the hot sun.

“So, uhh miss..” Izuku started unsurely, he feels like he has seen her before but can’t quite remember where then it hit him “Oh you’re that girl from our concert”

She flinched “Ye-yes” she then turned “My name is Togeike Chikuchi

“Ni-nice to meet you Togeike-san” he smiled “You said you need to ask me something”

“Y-yeah” she took a deep breath and bowed

“Will you please go out with me?!”

“Eh?”

-Present Time-

“Eh?” came from the girls as they stared at the two of them “D-did sh-she just”

“I’m gonna kill her” Ochako stood up and all the girls promptly pulled her back to the bushes and covered her mouth

“Ochako-san please wait!” Momo whispered-yelled “Le-let’s hear them out first!” Ochako stopped struggling as they peeked and saw Izuku malfunctioning

“W-why me?” he asks

“I-I re-really like you, I think your cool and I really want to be with you” she answered still bowing “Y-you can say no…I just wanted to ask”

Meanwhile, Izuku was panicking, a girl was confessing to him and asking him to go out with her. He didn’t this would happen at all in his life, and here he was!

‘O-okay, calm down’

“I-it’s just that…I don’t really know you all that well Togeike-san” he confessed scratching his head

“O-oh…right” she said raising her head, well at least she tried

“B-but, I do w-want to know you..” she snapped her head at him, hope filling her eyes “If..that’s okay with you” he finished

“Y-yes! Tha-that’s fine with me!” she smiled

After that, they agreed to have exchange phone numbers and keep in touch. After saying goodbye Togeike skipped away with a smile on her face, while Izuku was left standing there, processing everything that has happened

….Was he dating someone now?

Yes?....No?

Oh God he’s dating someone now isn’t he?

He then began to panic as he walked back and forth on what everything meant and what was the plan from here on out.

Then the warning bell came, signaling the end of lunch snapping him away from his mumble storm. When he returned to the classroom he was surprised to see his female classmates were staring blankly at him, when asked what was wrong they would answer that everything was fine.

When hero training began the girls were…clingy suffice to say. Ochako seemed to want to touch him more often now, Tsuyu sometimes hops on his back and makes him carry her, Tooru hugs him from behind, Mina hugs him from the front and Jiro and Momo wanted to be carried bridal style. It was a tiring day of training and trying to run away from Mineta, although it was useless considering he was his neighbor.

He was now in his room already eaten dinner and was now staring at his phone as if it would explode in any second.

He has texted before, he texted Uraraka, Tsu and some of his friends, heck they even have discord. And yet this was completely different, he would be text a girl… to court her.

Well technically they were just hanging out and getting to know each other, but still!

Then his phone gave a notification and he jumped.

Staring at his phone he saw that it was a message from Togeike. All she wrote was ‘I’m pooped :b’

He sighed, he could do this. He opened his phone and began to type a reply ‘Wanna talk about it?’

What followed next was 5 hours of texting, laughing, and sending funny memes (well she’s was the one sending them, but still!). It was fun but now he was tired and so was she.

He decided to be brave.

‘Are you busy this Saturday?’

He waited

And waited for what felt like an hour but in reality, it was only a minute.

Then the speech bubbles came

‘No’

They then agreed to go on a date on Saturday, but with UA being on guard they can’t actually go outside. So they decided to have a simple picnic somewhere in UA, he promised that he knows a spot and just agreed to meet at the entrance.

The days went to a blur as Saturday was now here, Izuku was standing there with shorts and his Famous shirts with ‘Dress shirt’ written on it and carrying some drinks in a bag. He didn’t really feel like dressing up much, and luckily it seems his date was thinking the same as she approached him wearing….the same shirt as him, hers has ‘Dress’ written on it, wearing some jeans and carrying a picnic basket.

Stopping in front of him she saw his shirt and snorted “Nice shirt”

“Nice dress” they laughed and unbeknownst to them the 1A girls were hiding in a corner watching them

“Why are we doing this again?” asks Tooru

“Because we need to make sure that she’s not going to hurt Deku” Ochako said while staring intently at the ‘couple’

“Are you sure that’s the only reason”

“Yes”

Back to the couple, Izuku then began to lead them to the UA building, stopping in front of one of the windows, Togeike raised an eyebrow at him “This is the spot?” she askes unsurely

“Do you trust me?” he asks letting blackwhip out, Togeike stared at the tentacles then at Izuku he has one of his confident grins.

“Yes”

Blackwhip grabbed the basket from her hands and Izuku then proceeded to carry her bridal style, she yelped not expecting him to carry her suddenly

“Ready?”

“For wh-” she wasn’t able to finish as Izuku bend his knees

And jumped

They were soaring up in the sky and she could see the window flew past them as they went higher and higher, then they soared over the building she panicked and was about to yell at Izuku, that was until she saw his smile as he stares at something, turning to the direction he was staring at she gasped

The sunset was beautiful.

She took out her phone and took a picture, then they descended slowly to the rooftop.

“So this is the spot?” and Izuku nodded

“This is my favorite place to just…relax”

Togeike hummed in agreement “The view is something”

On the other side of the building was the 6 girls slowly climbing up the building, using a grappling hook that Momo made.

The ‘couple’ were now sitting down with sandwiches on their hands as they enjoyed the view.

“Hey Togeike-san” asked Izuku and the girl hummed “Why did you ask me out?” she coughed some of the food got stuck on her throat, after a few minutes she was now calm and slightly fidgeting

“You see…” Izuku waited patiently at the answer “…I was kinda dared to do so”

“…Oh” He should have expected that, no girl would willingly ask him out like that. “I see”

“Yeah…my classmates just kept bugging me that I should ask you out already and stop wasting time”

‘Wait what?’

“Huh?” he asks now confused, wasn’t her reason for asking him out was because of a dare?

“Oh god, I guess I’m gonna admit it finally huh” Togeike-san shyly said as she blushed “Fine” she took a deep breath “I got a crush on you ever since the sports festival” she admitted then began to cover her face with her hands while muttering ‘Ohgodohgodohgod’

“W-why?”

“Why?” she repeated “Dude you literally won first place in the race without using your quirk and then in the fight with that Todoroki guy, you just kept fighting even when you were hurting yourself!” she said with a smile on her face “Kinda hard not to get a crush on you there”

“Amen” came from some of the girls that were hiding behind a roof ventilator

“Also I guess…I got inspired you know” she admitted with a bit of sadness in her voice as she stares at the sunset “Seein you work so hard, even though your quirk destroys you…inspired someone like me”

“Someone like you?” he didn’t know why, but the moment he heard her say that he could feel a…connection from her

She laughed but it wasn’t a happy laugh “Oops, I guess it’s time for the big surprise” she turned to him and smiled “I’m Quirkless”

His eyes widen. ‘…Quirkless?...’

“Yep, the girl that asked you out is a creepy, waste of oxygen, quirkless freak” she sighed “Go ahead…call me whatever you want, do whatever you want, heck you can even leave” she hugged her knees but still looked at him and smiled “I had fun, thanks for humoring me Midoriya”

Qurikless

Here he was, living his dream. The shoe was now in the other foot, as he stares at her smile.

Her smile….were sad.

He knows….of course he knows. He was just like that once.

And like all things, his body moved on its own.

He stood up and went to her side. And hugged her with one arm.

The girl blushed, but shook her head expecting a trap.

But whatever trap that may be it never came, just Izuku hugging her.

“I’m not leaving by the way” he said simply

“Really now?” she looked at him in the eye “Even for a Quirkless freak like me?”

He looked at her and she could feel him stare directly at her soul

“I’m not going to leave you“he said as if it was his final decision and she could feel her face growing hotter, she just then decided to look at the sunset.

“You’re all right Izuku Midoriya”

-Next Day-

The Dekusquad were in the cafeteria enjoying lunch but this time they have a new addition to the group

“Guys this is Togeike Chikuchi” Izuku introduced and she waved

“Hello there Togeike-san! It is nice to meet you!” greeted Iida with his usual chops

“Hello” greeted Todoroki who was slurping his Soba

“Hello Togeike-chan, call me Tsu” greeted Tsuyu warmly

“Hi Togeike-san, wanna try this rice?” Ochako offered with a bright smile on her face

Turns out, they heard everything and decided to no longer be hostile to the girl, it wasn’t like they could help it though, it wasn’t the first time Izuku managed to get a girl to have a crush on him.

“A-ah, su-su-Ow” Togeike was about to reply when someone accidentally elbowed her head

“Oh sorry about that, guess that big head of yours got in the way” said a random guy “Freak like you sitting on this table, got a lot of nerve there freak”

Izuku was about to intervene, but someone beat him to it…with a fist to the face.

The guy that was insulting Togeike fell to the ground as he clutched his now broken nose, standing over him was Ochako's fist raised and smoking, but she wasn’t done.

She grabbed the guy’s shirt and pulled his face to hers

“Listen here you two-bit waste of organism” she gripped his shirt as she stared directly into his eyes “You will never call her that, or insult her in any way shape, or form, and if you do I will find you and I will shove my foot far up your arse that you’ll see your ancestors. Am. I. Clear?” she growled

“Y-yes ma’am” she released her grip and the guy began to crawl away. Ochako then sat back on her sit and her face was back to her normal bubbly face

“You want some rice?”

“Yes please”

Notes:

What? You think the General Studies were safe from Izuku's charms? Heck no.

So I don't really know if she's quirkless or not, there's no info in the wiki, her personality is also something that I just kinda made up.

Chapter 15: WHO TOOK HIS V?! - Part 1

Summary:

Todoroki gets an interesting interrogation from the girls, after giving them the information they needed they went to sleep and began to reminiscence. What? Izuku and Nana forms a bet?

Notes:

Ok so back to this continuation, so I made some....story here, and by that pretty much trying to like give a bit of a background to some things, don't worry there are no spoilers here, everything is from the anime...I think. Correct me if I'm wrong with that. So I hope you enjoy this.

PS. Also I changed the tags. I just realized that there's a limit *Cue horror scared face* so I changed the Character tags to make room.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

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It was dark.

The curtains were drawn and no light pierced his room. Todoroki tried to move his writs only to remember that they were tied to the chair he was seating on, and so were his feet.

He could just freeze or burn them, they were only rope. The only reason he didn’t was that he knew who put him here.

The girls of his class knocked on his door and then proceeded to force him to a chair, tape his mouth shut, and tie him to said chair. It's a good thing one of them put a rag while they were tying his wrist, otherwise, his wrist would be an annoyance to him.

So there he was, sitting in a dark room waiting for the girls to begin whatever they planned.

‘God I need sleep’

*FLASH*

Suddenly a bright lamp shined to his face making him recoil, once his eyes adjusted to the light he looked behind the lamp and saw Ashido standing there wearing a suit and some shades.

*Rip*

The tape that was on his mouth was ripped suddenly. Ow. Looking to his left he could ‘see’ Toru Hagakure standing there while also wearing a suit.

He looked at Mina “Wha-” *SLAM* he was about to ask but was interrupted when Mina suddenly slammed her hands on the table making the lamp shake a bit

“We’re the one asking the questions here!”

*knock*knock* a knock was heard from a wall “Keep it down over there, I’m trying to sleep” the muffled voice of Sero was heard, Mina at least had the audacity to look sheepish, clearly forgetting that it was nighttime. She then turned to him once more.

“Todoroki” she then pointed a finger at him “Where were you yesterday at 8 PM?!” she whispered yelled and Todoroki raised his eyebrow.

“I was in my room studying”

“Oh really now?” she leaned in while crossing her arms

“Yes, because unlike you I actually take my education seriously” he remarked and Mina faltered a bit almost like his words offended her, in the shadows, some giggles were heard and Mina turned to them and shot a glare.

“Fine” she said “But yesterday, Sato has made some blueberry pies, correct?”

“Yes”

“And you would also agree that everyone in 2A had a slice”

“Yes”

“But some were reserved, correct?”

“Yes”

“And one of those reserved pies had names on them”

“Yes”

“Then!” she stood straight and then pointed a finger to him once more “Have you Todoroki went downstairs that night, went to the fridge and…” she slammed a plate on the table, thankfully it didn’t break, the plate was empty of course except for a small flag the had Mina’s name written on it “ATE MY PIE!” she shouted accusingly

*knock*knock* “Come on man…”

Mina didn’t flinch and just stood there pointing at him.

“No, I did not eat your pie” he answered simply, as he said that Mina went to the floor, sitting on her knees and the plate in front of her

“Who did it? I didn’t even have a chance to have a nibble” she cried

“Mina is this actually necessary?” said a voice that Todoroki could recall was Momo’s, the lights turned on and all of the girls were there standing and leaning to a wall, Toru was comforting Mina and Jiro was just shaking her head.

“You don’t know how it feels” she whispered-yelled “I was very excited for it and yet once I opened the fridge” she brought her head down feeling defeated “It was gone”

“We can solve your pie issue later, right now we have bigger issues” Ochako said setting aside the table and untying Todoroki, Momo helped as she was on his left “Sorry about that, we thought you would run away” Momo nodded and blushed, feeling embarrassed at the situation

“Yes, though I now realize that this has been…excessive” Momo admitted and Todoroki stood up massaging his wrist “But still, we have a question that we hoped that you would answer”

“What is it?”

“In the group chat, you said that you knew who stole Midoriya-chan’s virginity” Tsuyu said bluntly “We were wondering if you would tell us who it was” the other girls nodded while blushing, they could have worded that out differently but they needed to know.

“Ah” he then crossed his arms “Why?”

They were taken aback by his question. They don’t know how could they answer the question without actually revealing that they all like Izuku.

“Is it because you all like Izuku?” he questioned and the girls flinched their eyes widening by a huge margin

He knows….?

“Y-you kn-know?” Momo stuttered and Todoroki turned to her with one eyebrow raised

“Of course. While I admit I’m socially awkward, I’m not blind Momo” he said, then he looked at all of them “It was difficult at first, but as the days went on I could notice the looks that you keep giving him or the smiles that would just appear sometimes in your faces whenever he was near” he looked at Ochako specifically “At first it was Uraraka, I noticed that you just gravitate towards him” he then turned to Tsuyu “Then Tsuyu, I could see that you would always care about him, even the little things like forgetting his lunch” Then to Momo “I could see on the way you look at him was different from the first day, as if you respect him” Then to Mina “I kept noticing how much happier you seem to be whenever he was near” then to Tooru “Toru was…difficult to know, but whenever Midoriya talks to you, you would just stop and just…listen” then lastly to Jiro “I noticed that you were comfortable around Midoriya, not as friendly as you are with your other friends but whenever you were Midoriya you would visibly relax” he finished and the girls were shocked

Were they that obvious? How long did Todoroki know?

Todoroki then continues “I couldn’t actually say that you all liked him in some way other than friends, but the only thing that I could all see that was similar was that whenever Midoriya was near, all of you would be happy.” He finished crossing his arms

The girls just stood there trying to process everything that Todoroki said. They were all that obvious. If they were that obvious then how many people knew? Momo then asked what everyone was thinking

“H-How many people know about this?”

“As far as I know only me” he shrugged “I didn’t voice it to anyone because I wasn’t actually sure on my guess to begin with, if I did then I would just be going around making rumors about my classmates that was only centered on assumptions”

The girls sighed in relief, they looked at each other then nodded. Agreeing to come clean

“Okay fine.” Ochako started “All of us here are in love with Deku, all of us have different stories on how it happened, but all of us feel the same”

“Yep” Toru agreed “Izuku pretty much captured our hearts with his witty charms”

“Though some us, he just approached because we all looked like we needed help” Momo commented and Todoroki smiled

“That I can believe” he still remembers his fight with Midoriya, he didn’t ask for help, and yet there he was, breaking every finger he has just to open his eyes “So I assume that I’m the only one that knows this?”

“The 2B girls also know” Tsyu replied “Though they also like Izuku the same as us *kero*”

Todoroki just nodded “And I’m right to assume that you want this to be kept as a secret?” the girls nodded “Even to Izuku?”

“We want to tell him ourselves” said Ochako “We’ll come clean with the other guys as soon as we confessed to him”

“Ok, you’re secret is safe with me“ the girls sighed in relief feeling some weight on their shoulders finally released

“Ok, so can you please tell us who stole Midoriya’s virginity?” asked Mina and Todoroki looked at them, took a deep breath, and said simply:

“No”

They stare at him blankly

Next thing Todoroki knew the lights were turned off and he was back in the chair all tied up once more

“We wished it didn’t come to this Todoroki-san” said Momo behind him “But you left us with no choice” she then put a mask over his mouth, he tried to say something but only a muffled noise came out. He raised his eyebrows at the mask. ‘Why would I need this?’ Then suddenly a laptop was placed in front of him with a video paused “Mina play the video” Mina pressed play and the video began to play.

At first, nothing happened it was just a black screen and then suddenly the Cha Cha Slide dance song started to play, he looked at Momo but she just smiled, grabbed his head turn him back to the screen, and kept it there.

Then the screen became white and his father's face was shown looking at him over his shoulder, the Endeavor on the screen was animated of course, but it was well made that it almost looked real, then the camera zoomed out and his widened.

The top part of his father was fine, he was wearing his old costume…the bottom part was what made him look terrified. His father….was wearing fishnet stockings and some heels. It felt so wrong, he tried to turn away but Momo’s hands kept his head firmly on the screen with surprising strength.

Then…his father danced

Slide to the left!

His father still has his back turned towards him did so, and he recoiled seeing his father’s ass jiggle. WHAT WAS THIS SHIT?!

Slide to the right!

His father did so

Criss-Cross!

His father jumped, he tried to close his eyes but found that someone was keeping it firmly opened with their fingers

“Keep watching Todoroki~you’re gonna miss the best part~” the sound of Toru’s voice sang in his ear

He watched. Oh he watched as his father kept sliding and jumping, how could this get any worse

Cha Cha real smooth

And the unthinkable happened

His father twerked.

He screamed loudly but only muffled sounds came from him due to his mask, he tried breaking from his binds but found that the rope was somehow canceling his quirk. He struggled but it was no use, the girls had him and all he could do was watch

*SLAM* Sero slammed the door opened with an annoyed look on his face

“Dude can you keep it d--” Whatever he was going to yell was forgotten as he looks at the scene in front of him, Todoroki was struggling on a chair with Momo behind him, her hands firmly on his head preventing him from turning away from the laptop, based on the floating clothes beside him Toru was also keeping him from doing something, Mina was beside the laptop smiling at Todoroki.

“Yes Sero-san~?” sang a voice beside him, he jumped and turned to the voice to find Ochako with her eyes closed smiling innocently at him “We apologize for the noise, but we just need to ask Todoroki-kun some questions” she then opened her eyes and Sero could only see a promise of hurt and trauma in her eyes “Maybe you would like to join him later?”

He gulped and looked at Todoroki “N-nevermind” he slowly closed the door and walked away, mumbling about how he was just going to forget anything he saw and just go to sleep.

Meanwhile, Todoroki was still watching the video, then it paused.

He took a couple of deep breaths. ‘What kind of abomination was that?!’

“I hope you would be cooperative from now on Todoroki-kun” said Momo sweetly she turned the chair towards her “Now…give us a name”

He looked at her and stilled himself “No”

Momo looked almost disappointed, she turned to Mina “Mina load up the one where Endeavour and Hawks are making out”

“NO WAIT!” he screamed, the girls looked at him expectantly “I…won’t give you a name, but I’ll give you a time frame”

“A time frame?” Mina asked “What good will that do us?”

“We could eliminate a lot of people with a time frame considering that we don’t know when it happened, having a time frame would help us in eliminating people that Midoirya hasn’t talked to in those days” Momo deduced

“But why to have that, when we can directly get the name from you Todoroki-kun~” sang Toru still beside him

“Because no matter how many videos you make me watch. I would never betray my friend” Todoroki said firmly, the girls looked at him as if weighing their options

“It’s better than nothing *kero*” Tsuyu sighed “We would at least have some info to go over tomorrow”

“Yeah, I don’t know about you guys, but I want some sleep” Jiro yawned tiredly

“Well then, it looks like we have an agreement” Momo said joyfully and turned to Todoroki “So Todoroki-san?”

He sighed “It’s after our dance in the culture festival and the day of the hero ranking announcement”

“Oh!” Toru shouted “So it happened during our first year?”

“Yes”

“That does help, thank you very much Todoroki-san” Momo cheerfully said

“Ahem” Todoroki looked at them expectantly then raised his hands to emphasize the binds he was in

“Oh! I’M SO SORRY!” Momo panicked and began to untie him

“Man Momo, you really went all out” Jiro snickered

“Yeah, and you called me excessive” Mina laughed and Momo just pouted

With Todoroki freed, they said their thank you’s and apologies and went off to their rooms to have a good night's sleep.

Jiro went inside her room, locking the door she turned to her bed but before she could walk forward her attention was stolen by a specific instrument that wasn't hers sitting at a corner, going to it she played a couple of strings and giggled.

Mina stretched in her room feeling tired after a long day, she then noticed something sticking out of her closet, opening it she laughed seeing a familiar dress. ‘That feels so long ago’

Tooru was in her room plugging her phone into her charger, her phone lit up and what she immediately noticed was a very familiar app. She smiled and dragged the app to a trash can uninstalling it. ‘I found the one for me’

Tsuyu curled around her bed with the covers over her, she then grabbed a pillow and hugged it imaging it was the boy that captured and took care of her heart.

Momo was in her bed trying to fall asleep, but no matter what she did, sleep did not come to her. She sat up and looked around her, confirming that she was alone, she then walked to her closet and opened it, and pulled out a plushie, but this was no ordinary plushie, it was an ‘Izuku’ plushie. The plushie was Izuku in his casual clothes but the word that was written on the plushie’s shirt was ‘Lover’, walking to her bed, she hugged the plushie as she laid down, the scent of cinnamon and mint hit her nose and she sighed.

Ochako was laying on her side, clearly awake and thinking of everything that has happened. Her falling in love, knowing that her classmates also loved the same boy, them talking about what to do next (Well Tsuyu just raised a boombox, but that was beside the point), them surviving the first year, then suddenly finding out that the 2B girls also loved the same boy, sharing their stories, and now this.

Normally she would be jealous, someone getting his attention. But after finding out about her classmates also loving the same boy, she found out that she just didn’t want to be forgotten. With all the girls trying to get his attention, she was afraid that she would lose him, but who was she kidding? This was Izuku, he wouldn’t leave her, heck one time he panicked when he forgot her in the mall, he basically jumped from the dorms to the mall and apologized profusely at her. Pretty sure that was the reason Aizawa started mixing vodka in his coffee.

She opened her phone and all she saw was her wallpaper and she smiled. Her wallpaper was her and Izuku from their first year, him smiling awkwardly and her smiling while taking the photo.

He wouldn’t forget and leave her.

No matter how many girls he has, he would always love and cherish all of them.

Plugging her phone, she then closed her eyes.

And with that, the day has ended will all of the students sleeping peacefully.

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*A phone call is here!* A phone call is here!* A phone call is --*

Izuku Midoriya reached out for his phone, answering the call, he yawned and put the phone on his ear. “H-hello?” he said tiredly

“Problem Child” said the tired voice of his sensei

“Y-yes Aizawa-sensei?” he woke up slightly, he looked at the clock and it was midnight

“We have an Ochako problem” his sensei said simply and just with that, he understood.

“Okay, I’ll take care of it” his sensei hung up and Izuku stretched, he carefully got out of bed making sure not to wake his daughter up, and walked out of his room, and proceeded to go downstairs.

Reaching to the common room he walked to the entrance door, the chilly night hitting him in the face making him shiver ‘Better get this quick’ walking further out he then looked up and sighed

His best friend, Ochako Uraraka was slowly floating away from the dorms, thankfully she wasn’t going up just away from the dorms. ‘How she’s still asleep in this chilly air would be a mystery to me’

He fired up One For All at a low percentage, he looked at the direction she was heading, calculating his trajectory, he jumped.

Once he was close, he activated the 7th’s Quirk. Float.

He gently went towards her and making sure she won’t wake up, carried her in his arms.

‘Oh? Now isn’t this a sight to see~’ teased a female voice in his head ‘Now pray tell, what are you two doing in the middle of the night? You two better use protection’

Izuku blushed ‘You can see what I see Nana, don’t try to put images in my head’

‘Boo, you’re no fun’

That’s right, after a few training sessions and a few broken bones. He was able to access Float, not only that they discovered that he could somehow ‘talk’ to the previous users if he were using a specific quirk. At his state, he could talk to the 7th and the 5th user when he was using blackwhip.

He then landed back to the ground while still holding Ochako firmly, her quirk still active. ‘Besides, I don’t think she would be interested in me in that way’ he then turned around and walked back to the dorms

‘Oh I don’t know about that, call it women’s intincts’ she said and he didn’t know why but it felt like whispered in his ear.

‘No offense, but I highly doubt that, you kept saying that to everybody. I still remember you saying that Komori-san has the hots for me when I was fighting her’ he was now on the stairs, turning to the girl's side he began to walk to Ochako’s room

‘What? All pinned up on a wall with a hunk like you? Anyone could be aroused’ he could feel the smile that she was giving him ‘I know I was~’

He shivered at that. He would never understand women, and that was saying something considering that there was a woman inside his head right now ‘Hey!’

He sighed, he was now in front of her door. Luckily he has a copy of everyone’s door in his pocket. It was given to him by Aizawa with the approval of Nezu, even though Iida was the representative, they felt that it would be appropriate for him to have the responsibility of having the keys. Good thing too, because a situation like this always happens.

One time Toru was sleepwalking, and she sleeps naked. He was red for a whole day.

Opening the door, he set her to the bed. He wrapped a line of blackwhip to her waist gently, and before she could float away he pressed her fingers together deactivation her quirk. He used blackwhip to gently put her to bed, he then put her gloves on, closed the window, and locked it. He sighed and then put the covers over her.

“Good night Chako” he said and Ochako mumbled something in her sleep. He smiled and walked out of her room

‘Yo kid, switch to float. Nana wants to talk to you’ said the 5th user, Daigoro Banjo, he nodded and switched to Float, he was in a low percentage so he wouldn’t actually be floating anywhere ‘Yes Nana?’

‘In all seriousness Izuku. Are you really that blind to the looks they give you? Heck even that, what was her name…Camie? I think it was Camie, she kept giving you the ‘Fuck me’ eyes’

‘Oh? Did your women instincts tell you that?’ Now he wouldn’t normally backtalk to someone like this, but he was tired and they had this conversation over 5 times this month. It was getting quite annoying.

He didn’t know why but he could feel the stares of the other users looking back at him and then at Nana, he could feel the fourth user question his sanity while feeling the second and third users looking nervously and yet…feeling a bit of pride?

‘You sound so sure young man, want to bet on it’ Uh oh, he was in it for it now. What was the phrase he should have followed? Hell hath no fury of a woman scorned? ‘Close, but not quite. But since you’re so confident that none of the girls like you in that way. Want to bet on it?’

He could feel the vestige of All Might shaking its head but under his better judgment. He agreed.

‘Fine, you’re saying that all of the girls that you mentioned that ‘likes’ me actually likes me…that’s a long list Nana’

‘A list that I’m confident in, tell me Izuku how many women have you ‘smashed’?’ he could feel her teasing smirk and he gulped, his hand frozen at the handle of his own door

‘…more than..4’ he hesitantly said and she hummed

‘And you’re saying that none of those women like you romantically?’

‘I-it was just sex!....right?’

‘I don’t know, my women instincts are not to be trusted remember?’ he cringed at that, he was so in trouble now ‘Which is why we’re going to bet on it’

‘And the bet would be?’ he opened his door and walked inside

‘If none of those girls confess to you by the time you graduate, I will stop talking about this and would admit that I was wrong with my instincts’

‘And…if they do confess?’

‘Then You. And I. will have some quality time when you fall asleep’ he stopped and processed what she just said, as he was staring at a window he could see that his reflection changed to Nana’s and she winked.

Now he would admit that Nana was a beautiful woman ‘Why thank you’ Let me monologue in peace. She was a beautiful woman and he wouldn’t be against having some quality time with her…

‘Buuuuuut?’ Nana sang teasingly

He felt unsure of it. He kinda wanted it, but it also felt like he shouldn’t. It was a weird feeling.

‘Well good news is that it will only happen if I win the bet, and you have a full year for your to decide…well I guess until someone confesses to you that is’ he could feel her smile gently ‘Chin up kid, don’t let this old woman bring your mood down’

‘You’re not that old Nana, you at least look like in your 20’s’

‘Oooh~smooth talker huh? No wonder you made all of those girls fall’ He could hear her laugh and he just sighed, there was no winning ‘But do you agree on the bet?’

He pondered on the bet and what was at stake….there was no way all of those girls were interested in him right?

‘Fine’ he agreed, sealing his fate.

‘Good, now go to sleep before your daughter wakes up without you by her side’

He agreed and deactivated One For All entirely, he got back to bed and hugged his daughter tight. And before he could go to sleep, one thought went to his mind.

‘Why do I feel like I made a terrible mistake?’

Notes:

And that's a wrap!

We have timeframe of when did Izuku lose his Vcard and it's up to the girls to find out and deduced everyone that Izuku met/talked during that time. And yes I decide to make Todoroki a bit...aware of everything, because in my mind I was like he was awkward but he's not dumb. So why not give him awareness of this.

Oh yeah Nana's on the prowl, what is your opinion on that? Do you guys like it or do you not? I was a bit conflicted about that so I really want to hear you guys opinion on that.

So I made some decisions with One for all, and made sure to not put spoilers here. I mean what do you guys think?

PS. A long list of girs huh.... :3

Chapter 16: Why are they in wheelchairs?

Notes:

Very short because I just came up with this like an hour ago and I just burst out laughing. So I hope you guys enjoy it.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Aizawa blinked

His class blinked

He blinked again

They did also

He sighed already tired and it was only homeroom. He looked at his students, well most specifically his female students, why?

Every single one of them was in a wheelchair. Why? He didn’t know. Does he care? Honestly, he just wanted to get it over with.

“Care to tell me why the girls are in wheelchairs?” he asked tiredly and the guys looked at each other. Clearly, they don’t know as well, he raised his eyebrow and noticed that Midoriya wasn’t actually looking at anyone, he was facing away from him and had a huge blush.

Of course, the problem child was the reason for this. He sighed and looked at the girls “Well?”

Momo stared at him for a moment then answering “I tripped”

“…You tripped?” he asks slowly and the girl nodded, he looked at the rest of the girls “And the rest?”

“I slipped on a bar of soap” ”Stubbed my toe” ”Something hard ram into me” “Slipped” “Dropped my controller” all of them said at the same time, but he didn’t care because he was focusing on Midoriya who got redder and redder by each reply.

‘Note to self. Don’t let Midnight know of this’ he sighed, it was not his problem nor did he care to make it his problem “Homeroom is over, take time to study or whatever” he said and he just slipped to his sleeping bag “Wake me up when I’m dead”

Then the class exploded asking questions to the girls, but they didn’t listen nor hear their voices. Their minds were still at the events of last night, a story to tell….

“OH GOD! YES! HARDER! YES!”

“RIGHT THERE! RIGHT THERE! GIVE IT TO ME YOU FUCKING STUD!”

“YES BREAK ME DAMMIT!”

“BREAK THAT ASS LOVER!”

“YEISAF YESSJ DAZZIT YSSE”

“HOW ARE YOU STILL GOING?!”

 

But a story for another time…

Notes:

:)

Chapter 17: WHO TOOK HIS V?! - Part 2

Summary:

With the Timeframe in hand the girls are now on the hunt, but a roadblock has presented itself. Wha'ts that? The unicorn helped? How is Nejire involved? She did what?

Notes:

Ok back again with this thing...So last chapter....yeah that happened. So...
Here's the thing. I have two warnings for this chapter

1. Smut Warning - Yes there are smuts in this, and as you read the tags you'll know what you guys are in for :3, also don't worry there are warnings before the smut happens, so if you don't want to read it then you can just skip it

2. Inexperienced in Writing smuts - I'm not good at it to be completely honest, as I was writing the smuts I had 3 tabs open with fics that has smut and used those as reference. So if this chapter will be a....test to see if you guys will enjoy it. If you did then I guess I'm doing something right, if not then I'll just make the new chapters into like mentions. What I mean by that is I won't be writing smuts but I will mention that something happened...makes sense (Yeah I don't know as well)

So I hope you guys enjoy this...chapter

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

It was after lunch that the girls decided to discuss what they would do next, they decided to make a list of people that Izuku has talked or interacted with between the cultural festival and the hero ranking announcement.

They went to the common room and the moment they grabbed a pen and paper that they hit a roadblock

Why?

Because they have no idea who Izuku has talked to during those days

“I mean we know that Kendo is one of them” Momo reminded “She fell in love with him on that day remember”

“Okay, so that’s one” Ochako said putting Kendo’s name on the list “Who else?”

“Nejire” Tsuyu snapped her fingers “I remember he talked to her during the pageant” Ochako nodded and added her to the list.

And that’s where it stopped

“…Who else?” asked Ochako and they all sighed. It was useless, even if they do remember they were restricted to what they know, Izuku might have talked to someone else during those days and they wouldn’t know.

“Welp” Momo slapped her knees and stood up, her hands glowed, and out came some rope “I’ll go get Todorok--”

“What are you guys doing?” said a tiny cute voice, they looked at the edge of the sofa they saw Eri holding a cookie. Since Izuku now has custody of Eri, she was now living with them. It was quite a cute sight to see Izuku walk down the stairs with Eri in his arms yawning cutely.

“Hello Eri~” Toru cooed “How are you?” the child smiles brightly

“I’m great!” she then presented the cookie “Papa made me a cookie!” they cooed at the sight. For 8 months Izuku has been learning everything from knitting, baking, cooking, cleaning, and being an overall father. And now that he was officially the father of Eri, his skills were put to the test. It even got to a point where Todoroki asked him if he would be his father. “So what are you guys doing?” she asked and looked at the paper

“Oh!” Momo tried to come up with an excuse “We were…uhh”

“We’re trying to know who Izuku has talked to between the culture festival and the hero rankings announcement” Tsuyu blurted out and the girls looked at her with wide eyes while Eri just looked at her curiously

“Why?”

“We’re…curious” Jiro answered slowly. Eri just stared at them and the girls just held their breath.

“Okay” she said grabbing the paper and the girls sighed in relief but then looked at Tsuyu

“Tsu, why did you just tell her that?” whispered Mina

“We’re being too slow to answer her, besides” Tsuyu squinted her eyes at them “can you lie to that adorable face?”

The girls kept quiet and just sighed in defeat not noticing that the little girl has walked away

“Still, we could have at least come up with something” Ochako sighed “Oh well, we’re still not progressing with the list”

“Hey, where is it?” Mina asked

“What to do you mean, it’s right th--” Ochako pointed at the empty table. No list. And they began to panic “Wher--”

“Here you go” said Eri while smiling and presenting a folded paper, they grabbed and opened it and their eyes widened seeing over 30 names on the paper. They looked at Eri and then the paper and back to Eri and back to the paper.

“E-eri…sweetie…how?” asked Momo

“I asked Papa” they went stiff there “I said if I can have a list of people that he talked to between the culture festival and the he-hero rankings. And he just wrote all the names and gave it to me” she said smiling and explaining as if it was the most obvious and easiest thing to do. The girls looked at the small child and then went up and hugged her forming a group hug

“Oh my god Eri, thank you!”

“You’re the best!”

The girls praised Eri while the little girl was just confused but smiled nonetheless. Izuku walked out of the kitchen, he raised his eyebrow seeing the group huh but shrugged seeing the smile on Eri’s face.

“I’m going to the gym, Eri, Kacchan is in charge of you” the girl just cheered with a ‘Yey!’ he shaked his head and began to walk to his room. The girls put Eri down and she just sprinted to the backyard where Bakugo currently was.

“Okay so, we have a list now and it came from the boy himself” said Mina “So who do we hunt first?”

“Hold on” Jiro said reading the list “There are some guy names here, meaning Midoriya put everyone he talked to here”

“Then let’s remove every guy there then” Mina hastily said “Also, don’t you guys think we should, I don’t know…move this somewhere else”

“Right, my room should be good. We can just sit on the bed and talk” Momo suggested, the girls agreed, packing some of their stuff, and went to Momo’s room. Once they were there Momo opened the door and let the girls in.

“Lets get thi-” Mina stopped once she glanced at Momo’s bed, more specifically what was on Momo’s bed, the girls except Momo saw the object as well and stared at it. Ochako had a look of hurt and betrayal on her face “Momo?”

“Yes?” Momo was just closing the door

“What is that?”

“What is wha-” she stopped as she saw what the girls were staring at. It was her Izuku plushie.

She yelped and dived right for it and hiding it under the covers “Whatwaswhat?” she replied smiling as if it would help her predicament

“The plushie” Tooru said “The Izuku plushie that was sitting on your bed”

“Plushie? What plushie? I don’t know any plushie you speak of” Momo chuckled nervously “Maybe we should go to Jiro’s room instead?” she suggested and the girls just stared at her blankly

“Momo…” Ochako whispered, then she whipped her head up with a look of determination she yelled “GIVE IT!” she then lunged and Momo had to fight for her plushie with 5 girls trying to take it.

---10 minutes later

All 6 girls were now hugging their own Izuku plushie. Ochako’s plushie was Izuku in his hero costume and she dubbed it as her Deku plushie. Tsuyu’s plushie was Izuku in his student uniform and the face was slightly red imitating his blush. Mina’s plushie was Izuku in his ‘dancer’ outfit as she calls it. Tooru’s was the same as Momo’s but instead of ‘Lover’ it was ‘Boyfriend’, Jiro’s was the same but hers had a musical note written on the shirt.

Momo was eating two slices of pie from the other night to recover some of the fat she spent.

After the last bite she sighed “Hopefully you guys are happy now” all she received were a few hums.

“*coughs* I think we got sidetracked a bit *kero*” said Tsuyu setting aside her plushie

“Yeah so anyway” Ochako put the list on the center of the bed “We should start”

And start they did and after a few minutes of chatting and a bit of arguing here and there, they were finally done. They managed to clear out a few names of the list and came down with a few suspects.

“Ok so we have” Ochako held the paper up and began to read the list “So we have Chikuchi Togeike, Bubble Girl, Kyoka Jiro, Mawata Fuwa, Mei Hatsume, Nejire Hado, Ryukyu, Pixiebob, Mandalay, Ragdoll, Tsuyu Asui, Me, Itsuka Kendo, and Yuyu Haya” she put down the list “Ok so, I think we should try to remove the people who we can easily interrogate” she squinted her eyes at Jiro “Kyoka”

“Huh?”

In a blink of an eye the curtains were drawn and it was dark, she was tied up to a chair and a lamp was hanging over her head.

“Did you fuck him?” asked Mina who was wearing a suit, behind her were the rest of the girls who were also wearing suits, but Tsuyu was holding a bat that had nails on them.

“N-no”

“Oh? Then when did you talk then? You are on the list, so meaning you and Izuku talked after our concert. Care to explain?” Momo said crossin her arms and Tsuyu was now closer to Jiro

“N-nothing happened! We just talked! He approached me after the concert to thank me for making it good, that’s it!”

The girls leaned in looking at her eyes to see any indication that she was lying, but found none.

“Fine”

And in a blink of an eye once more, everything was back to normal and they were all seated on the bed, Jiro blinked extremely weirded out by what the fuck just happened.

“Ok Jiro is out” Ochako crossed out her name “Next is Tsuyu. TSUYU!”

“No”

“Ok” Ochako crossed out Tsuyu’s name

“Hold on why didn’t she get interrogated?!” Jiro snapped but the girls ignored her

“It also isn’t me” Ochako was about to cross out her name, but suddenly she found herself tied to the floor

“Bestie” Tsuyu said as she had her hands behind her back “I had hoped that you wouldn’t betray me like this, but alas, it’s always the ones that are closest to you that hurts you the most *ribbit*”

“But I did-” Ochako wasn’t able to finish as Tsuyu put a finger over her mouth

“Just know that this hurts me more than it hurts you” she turned to Momo who plopped a suitcase on her bed “Momo. Give me…” she removed her shades with one hand “The interrogator”

“The wha--”

“Right!” Momo opened the suitcase and brought out a whip, Ochako’s eyes widen but she sighed in relief as she tossed the whipped away, then she pulled out a drill with a dildo attached to it, turning it on she dildo then began to spin rapidly, Ochako almost ran for it but she calmed down when she tossed it aside, but her eyes widen she really wanted to book it when Momo suddenly pulled out a chainsaw but instead of the blades there were two dildos attached to it, Momo revved it up and the dildoes began to pump at ridiculous speeds.

Ochako was crying and praying to every God she knows to put her out of her misery. She sagged in relief as Momo tossed it aside. Then she pulled the most dangerous weapon of them all.

A feather

Ochako tried hopping to safety but Mina grabbed the chair and carried her back to her previous position.

“No running Ocha-chan~”

Ochako getting more terrified by the second as Tsuyu came closer, feather in hand and a smile that promise that there was no escape

Her screams and laughter were not heard in the dorms.

“So it’s definitely not Ochako” said Tsuyu now in her casual clothes and sitting on Momo’s bed. Ochako was hugging her plushie tight.

“So who’s next?” Mina asked leaning over to see the list, Tsuyu read the next person

“Itsuka Kendo”

 

---2B Dorms---

Itsuka Kendo was chilling in the common room listening to the chaos that was happening in the kitchen. As much as they were capable cooks, some of her friends just don’t get along when it comes to cooking.

Case in point Tetsutetsu and Awase

“Why would you want to put energy drinks on a soup?!”

“To give it some pump!”

Yeah they don’t get along, not that she’s complaining about Tetsutetsu’s ideas and…recipes, but Awase is more of a traditional kind and likes to follow recipes and not just experiment. Especially if the ingredients were extremely questionable.

*Ding dong*

The doorbell rang and she stood up, opening the door she saw all of the 2A girls smiling at her innocently.

“Hello Kendo`” all of them said at the same time “Can we borrow you and the girls for a girls meeting?”

She didn’t know why but everything felt wrong and her mind was screaming at her to say no…but what could go wrong?

Everything. Everything could go wrong.

After she agreed, Ochako basically touched her shoulder and floated her up in the air, and dragged her like a balloon. Tsuyu chatted at the group chat to meet them in Kendo’s room. Not long after that all of the 2B girls were in her room and Kendou was on a chair.

“W-what’s going on?”

“Itsuka” Momo started “After last night, we have interrogated Todoroki of what he knows about Izuku’s virginity. Confirming that it was indeed stolen and he also knows who stole it.”

“Really?” Kinoko asked surprised “Why didn’t you tell us then?”

“Because he didn’t tell us who, he only gave us a timeframe.” Momo explained then continued “We decided that after getting the list of names we would have had another girls day and talk about our suspects”

“So is that why we’re here?”

“No” Momo then pointed her accusingly “We are here because you’re one of our suspects!”

The girls gasped

“No fair” Yui muttered “You got the dicku but you didn’t inivite me”

“I wasn’t going to invite anybody because I didn’t fuck Izuku!” Kendo exclaimed then Mina clicked her tongue

“See I don’t believe you” Mina said putting on her shades

“Why is that?”

“Because” Mina pushed her shades a bit making it glint “You lied to us before”

“Gak!” Kendo gasped remembering the story she tried to push “B-B-But I didn’t! I corrected it and gave you the true story” she stood up and tried to explain “After Izuku and I talked we then walked in different directions, I went to my room and I slept” she finished and Jiro’s eyes widened

“She’s lying…” Jiro commented “Her heart is beating faster than normal. She’s lying” Kendo flinched as the girls looked at her.

“TRAITOR!”

“KENDO HOW DARE YOU!”

“Tell me how good is he right now”

“STOP!” Kendo put her hands forwards trying to calm everybody it worked but she could see that they still want answers “Fine I lied, but!” she yelled as she saw Setsuna and Ochako about to lunge at her “I lied about me going to bed”

Jiro nodded confirming that it was the truth

“Then what happened?” asked Setsuna but Kendo just stayed quiet, but the girls just leaned in

“…r..ted” she mumbled but went unheard, even Jiro had a rough time deciphering what she just said

“Girl speak up”

“I MASTURBATED!” she yelled but quickly covered her mouth with her hands, the girls just stared at her while she just sat there in the chair blushing madly.

“Deets” Yui said simply and Kendo snapped her head towards her.

“She’s right” Tsuyu agreed “If you want us to believe you, then you’re gonna have to tell us what happened. Every. Detail” Yui nodded furiously, the girls blushed but didn’t argue and just looked at her expectantly.

Kendo tried to find someone to help her and her eyes landed on Ibara “C-come on Ibara, su-surely you don’t wa-want to hear that right?”

The vine girl just stared at her, then blushed “Consider this your punishment for lying” Kendo sagged tiredly as she had no help, while the girls just congratulated Ibara.

“Fine” she said “But don’t go complaining that it’s boring.”

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-Flashback: After Itsuka fell in love with Izuku-

Itsuka was laying on her bed and staring at the ceiling.

‘I love him’

It was probably the tenth time she said that in her head, and every time she just felt giddy. She just couldn’t stop, she felt like she could take on anything, nothing ever bothered her. Not Setsuna’s teasing, not Kamakiri’s porcupine salad, not even the mountain of homework that was surely going to be given to them by the teachers after the festival.

*Moan*

Well I guess there was one thing, her neighbor was Yui and every night she would just watch porn and moan. If it's not her moaning then it’s coming from the laptop. She asked her to stop or at least wear earphones, but she just nodded and the very next day would blast her speakers just to spite her.

Now she couldn’t blame the girl, Kendou also had porn but at the very least she was quiet!

*Moan*

She sighed annoyed at her friend.

But then as she just kept hearing the noise of slapping skin over the walls she could feel herself start to get turned on, her eyebrows twitched at the growing heat in her crotch.

She tried to ignore it

But then through the speakers.

The magic word came

“Da-daddy~”

In the blink of an eye, she discarded her pajama bottoms and got her finger to work.

She gently explored her folds and put a hand over her mouth to keep her voice down, she put one finger inside and began to move then in and out under the rhythm of the skin slapping that was coming out of the speakers.

She closed her eyes intently focusing on the sound, but she then imagined Izuku over her smiling and it was his finger that was inside her and not hers.

“Come on baby~” he added a finger and began to go on a fast pace “Want to cum?”

“Y-yes” she mumbles and she shrieked as his thumb graze over her clit each time he thrusts in

“Do it” he looked at her in the eye “Cum for daddy~”

And she did

She had some sense to grab her pillow and put it on her face to muffle her scream as everything just went white.

Once her vision came back to her, she could feel her legs shake and she could feel herself go limp.

She was panting and taking huge gulps of air. After she calmed down she removed the pillow and tried to move her legs, only to find that they were numb

‘How the f--’ whatever her thought was it died the moment she saw the aftermath of her ‘quality time’. Her sheets were soaked and so were her covers she then looked slightly forward and saw that there was some liquid on the floor that was 10 feet away from her.

She gulped. How was she going to explain this?

*Moan*

She jumped hearing the sounds still going from the other side, she then looked down and felt something drip.

One more round wouldn’t hurt

-Flashback END-

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“I didn’t go for just one round after that, I went for like 5 rounds until I basically knocked myself out.” She shrugged “I woke up the next morning, all sticky and the covers pretty much soaked.” She looked up with a blush on her cheeks and saw that the girls were still staring at her with blushes on their face “So…there”

“Hot” Yui commented and the girls just nodded and Kendo just looked away

“Ok I’ll be honest” Mina said getting her hands in a praying motion before bringing it down “I think I’m bi”

Jiro smirked “Welcome to my world” the girls looked at her “What? I fully admitted that I’m a submissive bitch for a guy that can split me in two, we’re way past being shy”

The girls just blushed and didn’t comment

“So…yeah. That’s my story.” The girls looked at Jiro for confirmation and the girl just nodded

“So I guess Kendo is out in the list” Ochako said crossing Kendo’s name off the list.

“Hmm, can we see the list?” Ochako gave the list so that the girls could see the names “Oh wow that’s a lot”

“Yeah and we need to go over all of them” Toru said “Which reminds me, who’s next?”

“Hmmm.” Setsuna hummed but then noticed a particular name “Nejire Hado? Wait didn’t that girl graduate already?”

“Yep, but she talked to Izuku during the pageant and the morning when UA had custody of Eri” Momo explained

“Ok, but how do we contact her?” Pony tilted her head

“I already texted her *kero*” Tsuyu announced “I told her that when she’s free we’ll call her”

*Kero*

The sound of Tsuyu’s notification went off “She said she’s free now”

“I’ll call her” said Ochako opening her phone and pressing the call option on Nejire’s contact, it rang for about 5 seconds before Nejire answered it

“Hello Ocha-chan!” greeted the girl

“Hello Nejire-chan, can I ask a question?” she said oh so sweetly

“Oh sure!”

“Did you fuck Izuku?”

“Yes”

*BREAK!*

Ochako gripped her phone too tightly, breaking her phone in the process. The screen was cracked and some parts of the keyboard were laying on the floor

“Uhhh, Ocha?” Tsuyu pointed at Ochako’s phone and the girl looked finally noticing that she broke her own phone

“OH SHI-”

A minute later Ochako was on the ground poking her now broken phone with a stick, Momo was beside her comforting her and promising to buy her a new phone.

Tsuyu sighed and decided to call her senpai herself, putting it on speaker, the phone rang 2 times before Nejire picked it up

“Hello Tsu-chan!”

“Hello, senpai. Did you fuck Izuku?” she decided to just be blunt and direct

“Yes” the girls grumbled at that and Yui just mumbled ‘Lucky bitch’ “Although I guess that isn’t quite true. It’s more like he fucked me” Some girls twitched at that but not out of jealousy “Yeah the way he just pinned me to the wall and just basically rearranged my insides was quite a sensation” Another twitch

‘Calm down Tsu, Calm down’

“And also when he put me in a full nelson and destroyed my ass-” *BREAK!*

“TSUYU!”

Another minute has passed and Tsuyu was joining her bestie in the poke your phone club while Momo was comforting and promising them that she would buy new phones for them.

Tooru then luckily grabbed the contact info from Tsuyu beforehand and began to call her and just in case that she might break it, she put her phone on a table and put it on a speaker. It rang for 5 seconds before Nejire answered

“New phone who dis?”

“It’s Toru, Tsuyu and Ochako’s friend” she said simply and the girls just listened in

“Oh hello Toru-chan! I was talking to both of them earlier when suddenly I heard something crack and then the call ended. What happened? Where are they? And why were they asking if I fucked Izuku? Do they also want to be fucked?”

Ignoring a ‘Yes’ from Yui, Toru answered “Ca-calm donw Hado-senpai” she stuttered a bit overwhelmed by the question and the speed “We were asking because we were curious”

“We?”

“Yes, me the rest of 2A and the rest of 2B girls”

“Oh! Is it because you all like Izuku?” The girls squeaked at that they could feel the smirk that Nejire was giving “Girls you aren’t slick, I’ve seen those Fuck me eyes. Especially Kendo” said girl flinched “She pretty much drools whenever Izuku is nearby”

“I DO NOT!”

“Anyway, why did you girls call me specifically”

“We were trying to find out who took his virginity” Tsuyu commented finally recovering from her poking spree “But I think we found who took it”

“Oh, then I didn’t take it” and the girls were shocked

“But you just said you fucked him” Ochako countered

“Correction. He fucked me, and also” they heard something shifting “that boy was experienced. That man. DESTROYED me. Do you really think that Izuku as a virgin, would be able to put me in a full nelson, fuck my ass and talk dirty to me?” Some of the girls rubbed their thighs together as she kept describing her experienced. “Heck, if we weren’t on a time limit, I would drag him to my room and let him fuck me till I can’t walk and just make me his personal cumdump”

“Nejire…please stop” groaned Jiro

“No, please continue” said Yui as she then took a huge swig of water.

“But just think about it! Him bending you over, and he just kept ramming his dick insided you over and over and over again until you’re just a gasping mess of a woman as he just fills you u-”

*moan*

They then heard a moan, they looked at each other but the moan did not come from them.

It came from the phone

“Oh yeah! I forgot that you were here!”

“Nejire…who else is there with you?” asked Momo slowly

“Oh Yuyu is with me”

“…Why?”

“Oh! I’m training her on how to fuck Deku. You guys wanna see?”

“No need--” Momo tried to stop her

“Too late!”

The phone then made a ding sound, but no one approached the phone. After about a minute a few brave ones namely, Jiro, Tsuyu, Yui, Setsuna, Mina, Pony, Ibara, and Kendo approached the phone and opened the message

 

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The image was Yuyu naked as the day she was born, her arms were tied to the headboard of a bed and so were her legs, leaving her womanhood visible to the camera. She had a blindfold on and a ballgag in her mouth. There was a vibrator that was taped to her crotch so that the vibration was focused on her clit and there was a discarded and used 9-inch dildo on the left side

 

 

-------- IT’S SAFE NOW ( ͡° ʖ̯ ͡°)  ----------

The girls blushed. Jiro, Kendo and Ibara had to excuse themselves but Tsuyu raised her eyebrow

“9 inch? Izuku is much bigger than that though”

“It’s the biggest thing I can buy right now, and it’s only training. I still want to see her surprised face when she sees the real thing”

*Moan*

“I think we got sidetracked” Momo rubbed her forehead “Okay so Nejire didn’t took it, and since she is…training Yuyu, then we can assume that she hasn’t as well”

“Yep”

“Well then…we can take both of your names off the list” Tsuyu sighed at that moments the girls came back and sat down “So thank you Nejire for answ--”

“Tell us” Yui blurted out the girls raised their eyebrows “Tell us the story of how he fucked you” the girls eyes widen at that

“Yui! You can’t really mean!”

“Oh I love this girl already”

“Where’s my bat?!”

“Look” Yui looked stared at them with a serious look in her eyes “We can use this as reference”

“For what?”

“For when we do it with Izuku” the girls looked at her as if she grew a second head “Think about it, we have Nejire here who clearly experienced Izuku in his dominant state and was able to destroy her if she tells us her story of how he fucked, we would know what to expect when Izuku fucks us

“Horny Yui is something” Setsuna grumbled “But I guess…it makes sense?”

Kendo just squinted her eyes at Yui “You just want to hear how Izuku fucks” Yui just looked at her and shot back

“You don’t?” Kendo just flinched back and the girls giggled

“She got your there Prez” Setsuna laughed and Kendo just glared at her

“Fine” Kendo sighed

“Oh hold on, I’m just gonna release Yuyu”

“Bwah! *pant* Da-dammit *pant* Nejire….*pant**pant* we’ve been at it for *pant* an h-hour, can’t we rest?”

“Izuku fucked me for an hour and a half and he could still keep going. If you can’t survive that then you’re gonna die” They could hear some grumbling from the other side and the sound of something hitting the mattress. “Ok so, here’s how Izuku basically made me his bitch”

 

-Flashback: Nejire’s Graduation-

“PLUS ULTRA!” the students yelled tossing their hats to the sky and hugging their friends in joy as they celebrated the day of their graduation. Nejire was one of these people as she flew in the air and then navigated to her parents who she hugged tightly. She talked to them for a while and after a promise of a huge dinner she flew to her friends

“MIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!” she tried tackling him to a hug but she just went through him making her skid to a halt by using her feet, turning around she hugged her two friends “WE DID IT!”

“Yep!” Mirio hugged back and Tamaki blushed but hugged her back also

“I can’t wait to do our first patrol as official pro heroes!” she yelled excitedly as she bounced around “Race you guys to the Top 10 spots!”

“You’re on!” Mirio agreed and Tamaki just sighed “But first let’s celebrate!”

“Congratulations Senpais” said a voice, she looked behind her and saw Izuku Midoriya with Eri on his shoulders

“Congrats!” said the little girl, Izuku put her down and she went to hug each and one of them

“So what’s the plan for you guys?” asked Izuku holding Eri’s hand

“Today we celebrate” said Miro pointing to himself and then to the sky “Tomorrow we go as heroes!”

“We’re celebrating at a steakhouse downtown in about…” Tamaki looked at his watch “2 hours or so”

“Yep right now, we’re just saying goodbyes to some of our classmates and chatting with our family” Nejire finished, her eyes not leaving Izuku

“Sorry for the interruption” said a gruff voice, she looked to her left and saw Aizawa “But I need to take Eri now”

“Awwww” whined the little girl and Nejire could have sworn that she saw Aizawa smile a bit

“Yes, as much as it pains me. Say goodbye to the Big 3” the little girl hugged them one last time and took Aizawa’s hand before leaving she yelled out “Kick some butts out there!”

The Big 3 smiled and waved goodbye

“So, what’s the plan?” asked Nejire

“I have to go talk to my folks” Tamaki said pointing at a couple by the entrance

“Same” said Mirio as he could see his father waving happily at him

The both of them left, leaving Izuku and Nejire alone

“Hey Deku” she said leaning over a bit and smiling at him “I have a question”

“Hm? Oh sure, what is it?”

“How big is your dick?”

“Eh?”

 

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“N-N-N-Nejire-san, w-we shoul-shouldn’t do this” Izuku stuttered.

After she asked her question she dragged him to a locker room and after locking the door she pinned him to the wall, her chest was pressed to his chest and she looked up at him while smiling

“Why? Don’t you like this?” she pressed on him harder making him yelp, she giggled “You’re cute Midoriya, I had my eye on you ever since I met you” she said as she hugged him “All cute and stuttering, makes me wanna. Eat. You. Up” she giggled as he flinched “Besides” hand right hand then went low to his crotch “I think this little gu--” she stopped herself as her hand stopped to his crotch expecting a two-inch thick something and maybe 3 inches in length.

Nope

What she was grasping was not a two inches thick and surely not 3 inches in length

She dropped down to her knees and basically ripped down his pants and boxers making his…monstrous flesh smack her cheek and she just stared at it.

‘Well…damn’

“Neji-HA!” Izuku wasn’t able to finish as he gasped when she leaned in licked the tip but she wasn’t going to let him get away, she leaned in once more and kissed the tip, she teased his head with a few licks and kisses before swallowing it.

She could hear Izuku groan as she took him in her mouth meanwhile, she moaned feeling him fill her mouth. She opened her eyes and saw that she was able to take half of his length. ‘Damn I could already feel him in my throat’ She pulled out slowly making sure to graze her tongue on his length and once the tip was on her tongue she then dived right back in. She then bobbed her head back and forth effectively fucking her own throat with Izuku’s dick.

She then heard him groan and felt his dick twitch. She quickly removed his dick from her throat and mouth and smiled at him, he was panting and sweating. She leaned in and kissed the side of his shaft “Were you about to cum?”

“Y-yes” he was able to breathe out.

“Hmmm, but I don’t want you to.” She kissed his tip “You’re not allowed to cum” Lick “Until I say so” She took him inside her throat once more making him go to the edge, but every time he gets there she would stop and tease him, she repeated this process for 4 times and she was impressed on how much he was holding, she decided to reward him, she then to stroke him slowly “What’s the magic word?”

“…Fuck you” he growled

‘Now that’s mea-’ whatever her thought was it died the moment that Izuku grabbed the sides of her head and sheathed his entire length down her throat. Luckily she was quick to act and started breathing through her nose, her eyes widening even further as the grip he has in her hair tightened ‘Uh oh…’ he slowly pulled out, and when the tip was almost out of her throat he slammed it back down. He repeated this process over and over and went much faster each time, his balls were slapping her chin and the only noise that echoed the locker room was Izuku’s grunting and the noise she makes whenever he sheathed himself.

“You like that you slut?” she was surprised hearing this, from what she’s seen he was very gentle and nice all the time, he would apologize to a lot of people even though they were the ones at fault most of the time. This? This was news to her. Was she complaining? Absolutely not. She moaned in satisfaction making him grin “This is why you dragged me here, you just wanted your throat to be fucked and be filled with my cum” she moaned in agreement “Well here it comes slut” he groaned and his hips started to go even faster. He thrust one final time and emptied his load down her throat. After a full minute he pulled out and she coughed feeling some of his seed still on her throat.

Her mind was a bit hazy as she tried to recover, she could hear Izuku try to apologize, surely coming to his senses but she didn’t care.

She wanted to be fucked

Now

She stood up and sat on a bench Izuku looking at her curiously, she then smirked and then hoisted her skirt up showing her lacy blue panties, she set it aside using her finger showing her shaved pussy

“Wanna go to this hole next?”

The next thing she knew she was topless, her skirt and panties were nowhere and all she had was her socks and shoes, she was then bent over and faced the wall, she wiggled her ass and Izuku lined himself up and began to push in. She moaned feeling him fill her

“Y-you’re tight” she heard him groan ‘You’re just big’ she felt him grab her hips and he then pulled out and thrust back in, he started slow but she didn’t want that, she got used to him already she looked at him over her shoulder

“Break me Zuku~” and just like that, a flip was switched as he gripped her hips and slammed his hips forwards making her scream. She could feel her ass jiggle as Izuku slammed his hips at her. Then she saw white.

Calming down she could feel her legs shake, but she could also feel Izuku not stopping and just kept fucking her through her orgasm

Goddamn Izuku was a beast, how the fuck was he single? She could feel him reach her deepest parts and hit every damn sweet spot. His hands then snaked to her breast and she moaned as he groped and pulled her and pinning her to the wall even more.

She then felt him twitch and groan, indicating that he was close. She wanted him to fill her up, unfortunately, it was not a safe day. Using every ounce of her willpower she whispered “I-i-it’s not safe” that did the trick as he stopped and moved his hands to her hips gripping her tightly. ‘God he has good control’

“’Pull out for a sec” he did slowly making sure not to explode here and there, she heard him take a couple of deep breathes and so did she, but she didn’t want to stop she put her hands on her ass and stretched her asshole, she saw him widen his eyes and she smiled at him over her shoulder “Dump it here”

She saw him activate his quirk and in the blink of an eye she was staring at the ceiling her legs raised up and pulled back by his inner elbows and she was in a headlock. Holy shit she was in a Full Nelson.

His dick hovered over her ass as if giving her a chance to back out….Plus Ultra

“Do it” she tried to look back at him “Make me your bitch”

And just liked that he thrusted up filling her tight ass to the brim, she moaned in pain and pleasure as Izuku just groaned. He went slow for a short amount of time but then he just switched speeds and just fucked her.

She couldn’t say anything, she was pretty sure she was speaking gibberish at this point and drool was just everywhere.

How many times has she cummed? No idea. Did she care? She couldn’t even if she tried. All she cared about was the dick that was continuously slamming inside her ass and pretty much rearranging her insides.

‘Fuck me Fuck me Fuck me FuckmeFuckmeFuckme’ she heard him groan and she didn’t bother to stop him this time and just let him explode inside her and explode he did.

She could feel herself becoming fuller and fuller by the second as Izuku just slammed her down and came hard

After a full two minutes of cumming she could feel his grip slacken and began to set her down

“Cansh fwel” wow she was fucked that hard that she couldn’t even speak properly.

‘I can’t feel my legs, my ass is gonna be so sore tomorrow’ Izuku was breathing hard behind her, his chest rising and falling. She was her phone on the floor, she tried to get it but there were two problems. 1. She was so tired 2. He was still inside her.

Luckily Izuku knew what she wanted and used his blackwhip to grab her phone and give it to her, she mumbled a thank you and she saw that they were going at it for about an hour. She needed to meet her friends in 30 minutes or so.

Meaning she had 30 more minutes of fucking.

Using whatever energy she had, she pushed herself off of him making the both of them groan. She then got to her hands on knees on the floor and looked back at him

“We have 30 mins left” she smiled “Use that time to break me”

-Flashback END-

 

-------- THE SMUT IS NO LONGER HERE! ( ͡° ʖ̯ ͡°)  ----------

 

“He pretty much fucked me like a madman that day…I think he used his quirk too because his hips were just a blur at some point, after that it took everything I had to not drag him somewhere else and finish there, but I had to meet Mirio and Tamaki so we had to say goodbye.”  She finished her tale

But the girls were strangely quiet

“Girls?”

Thankfully Tsuyu managed to open her mouth “We’re still here….Thank you Hado-senpai, we’ll call you later”

“Hm? Oh sure! See ya guys hope we meet somewhere when I’m patrolling Bye! YUYU! GET THAT ASS OVER HER--”

Tsuyu pressed the end call button and just stared at the floor like the rest of the girls trying to process everything that was just said to them.

“Where’s Izuku right now?” asked Yui, but they didn’t pay attention to her and Mina just mumbled out ‘In the gym’

Yui stood up and walked out of the room like a woman on a mission

….

………

They then realized who exactly walked out of the room and then they panicked and ran out of the room

“WAIT YUI!”

“YUI DON’T”

“YOU’LL DIE!”

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The guys in the common room were just chilling and playing video games after they ate lunch which was a soup made by a grumbling Awase and a laughing Tetsutetsu, when suddenly

*Thud**Thud*Thud*

Yui dropped down the stairs but stood up and ran carrying a…collar? Following her was Kendo who had a bat over her head, Momo with a rope, Jiro with a chair, Reiko carrying a bottle of…liquid, Pony carrying Kinoko who was also carrying Tsuyu who also carrying a boombox which was playing the Russian national anthem, Ochako with a chainsaw…dildo? Mina and Tooru had their phones out, Setsuna laughing maniacally and an Ibara with a hand on her head.

And with that, the girls ran outside leaving the guys looking dumbfounded.

Awase sighed “See?” he gestured the soup “This is why we shouldn’t put energy drinks in soups”

Notes:

And that's a wrap, yep Nejire got the Dicku but she was not the one that took it, she is just one of the lucky gals to get the experienced dicku :3

So I hope you guys enjoyed that, if you see any corrections or wrong spellings or grammar or a specific line that kind of feels off then let me know.

Chapter 18: Halloween Party (Halloween Special)

Summary:

UA isa having a halloween party where the students can dress up who or whatever they like. What could go wrong? With Izuku's luck we know something's going to happen

Notes:

Happy Halloween!!
I don't know if it's Halloween already for you guys or I already missed it, but Happy Halloween nonetheless.
So I threw in a short smut at the end, don't worry it's just short so nothing to worry about.

So I hope you guys enjoy

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

It was finally Halloween and UA decided to host a Halloween party for each course. Each course has its own separate gymnasium to host their parties and get wild, and thanks to Nezu and his connections, each gymnasium was filled with bowls of candies and also pumpkin pinatas that were filled with candies themselves. There were only two rules. No one gets hurt and no one questions how Nezu got that many candies. It was going to be a fun night filled with people with different costumes and have their own ways to have fun, and since it’s UA, the party will be going to a Plus Ultra side.

Right now we go to the common room where we see Tsuyu Asui waiting by the entrance for the rest of the girls so that they could all go together. Unfortunately, by some weird coincidence the guys of 1A except for Midoriya Izuku got stomach aches and couldn’t attend the party, the girls and Izuku promised to get as much candy as possible for the guys to munch on in the morning.

Tsuyu Asui was dressed in a familiar-looking cheerleader outfit. She still had the outfit from the sports festival so she decided to go to the party as a cheerleader.

“Hey Tsu” greeted excitedly, Tsuyu turned to see Mina Ashido dressed in a black bunny girl outfit with black stockings and black heels. Tsuyu narrowed her eyes at the costume.

“You really went all out huh?”

“Of course I did!” Mina said smugly “I’m not going to lose at our bet”

Ah yes, the bet.

With Izuku being the only guy in the party, the girls decided to make a bet on who would he stare at the most. The winner will get 1 week alone with him.

“You sure are confident *kero*”

“Girl” Mina did a pose “Have you seen these legs?”

“Don’t forget about me” said a voice, both of the girls turned to see a fair-skinned young woman with short pink hair that reached her neck, pink eyes wearing a beige sweater and some jeans and some sneakers. Both girls blinked, her voice was familiar but they did not know who this girl was. That was until she tilted her head and smiled “It’s me Toru!”

Tsuyu and Mina’s eyes widened at that not believing what they were hearing, Toru giggled at their reaction, she then fished out something in her pockets, it was a folded paper. Unfolding it she showed it to the two girls. It was a drawing of what Toru was looking like now “Izuku made this for me, this is what he imagined I looked like, so I decided to wear some cosmetics here and there and voila” Toru twirled and did a peace sign “Visible Toru is here and ready to gets Izuku’s attention”

“Don’t count me out yet” they looked at the stairs to find Kyoka Jiro wearing a hoodie and a skirt, she was also wearing purple striped knee-high socks and some sneakers, but that was not the one that caught their attention, what caught their attention was the cat ears that was twitching and swinging tail that was behind her. “Hey”

“Catgirl seriously?” Mina asked shocked and confused

“Well you went for the bunny girl, so you have no right to judge” Jiro countered while crossing her arms. “So who’s missing?”

“Momo and Ochako” Tsuyu replied “Now I’m curious on who will actually get Izuku’s attention”

“Hopefully, that would be me” the girls turned and saw Momo and Mina whistled. Momo was wearing a sexy maid outfit showing off a majority of her skin and a huge boob window.

“Hmm with all these costumes it will be a miracle if Izuku doesn’t die from a nosebleed” Tsuyu commented

“Well it will be a competition on who makes have a nosebleed then” Mina declared “So where’s Ochako?”

“Here” the girls raised their eyebrows seeing the brunette's choice of costume. Unlike them who had revealing skin, besides Toru, hers was a simple wedding dress with a veil. She was also carrying flowers to finish the look “How do I look?”

“Very Pretty” Toru gushed

“But you’re going as a bride?” Mina asked and Ochako shook her head and smiled wide

“I’m going as Izuku’s bride” she declared and the girls felt their eyebrows twitched at that “Well let’s go, don’t wanna keep my husband waiting”

‘Oh we’ll see about that’ thought the rest of the girls as they followed Ochako and head to the gymnasium

 

-At the 1B Dorms-

Meanwhile in the 1B dorms, just like the situation in 1A the guys mysteriously had stomach aches and no one was safe leaving the girls to attend the part by themselves.

Waiting in the common room were Kendo, Kinoko, Pony, and Ibara. All four of them have somewhat normal costumes.

Kendo was wearing a blue qipao with golden accents, puffy sleeves, and a white waistband. She was dressed as a character in a game, Chun-Li.

Pony was wearing some cowboy boots, jean shorts, a flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up and the hem was tied to show off her stomach. She calls this the ‘Cowgirl Outfit’. When they asked why it was called the cowgirl outfit she just winked and said ‘Ask Izuku in the morning, he’ll know what it means’

Ibara was wearing a standard nun outfit with a cross necklace.

Kinoko was the strangest, she was…a giant mushroom.

Kendo sighed “Come on girls, what’s taking so long?” she yelled out, after she yelled the sound of rushing footsteps came

“Well sorry, this thing takes longer to inflate than I thought it would” Kendo honestly expected Setsuna to be in a revealing outfit or something along those lines, but she was shocked to see that Setsuna was in one of those inflatable dinosaur costumes. “Tada!” Setsuna said raising her arms, well not by a lot considering that the arms of the dinosaur costume weren’t able to do that.

Silence was what came after ad Setusna pouted “Well screw you guys”

“We didn’t say it was bad” Kinoko said “Just unexpected I guess”

“Hmm? How so?”

“I kinda expected you to wear something slutty to be honest.” Kendo admitted “Who are you and what id you do to Setsuna?”

“Meanie” they saw her smirk “Besides I’m naked under this”

“*sigh* Yep, you’re Setsuna all right” Kend sighed massaging her forehead feeling a headache coming in

“Honestly same” They snapped their head towards Kinoko and she was smiling “My hands are also busy, there’s a reason why I don’t have arms on these”

“I’m going to have to ask Momo for a bat when we arrive” Kendo said defeated “So all that’s left is Reiko and Yui”

“Here” said Yui coming down the stairs wearing…a casual outfit? She was only wearing a simple t-shirt with ‘Daddy’s Girl’ written on it, some jeans and some sneakers.

“Umm girl?” Setsuna began “Did you forget your costume or something?”

“No” she then strapped something on her neck. It was a collar with a tag on it, written on the tag was ‘Property of Izuku Midoriya’ she stared at them blankly “I’m going as Izuku’s personal property”

Kendo grumbled

“Now now, I don’t blame Yui for going like that. I as well am going for something similar” Reiko came down the stairs. She was wearing a short sleeve fishnet shirt and under it was a black sports bra, black short jeans, and black boots. She also had black lipstick on. Overall she looks like a Goth.

“Huh, so you’re going as a Goth?” asked Pony

“Correction” Reiko smiled “I’m going as Izuku’s Big Tiddy Goth GF”

Reiko and Yui high-fived, Ibara was blushing, Pony and Kinoko were just staring at the two, Setsuna was cackling and Kendo was just done.

“Let’s just go” Kendo said and walked out of the dorms.

‘I hope Izuku likes my costume’ was the thought of everyone

 

-Gymnasium: Hero course Halloween Party-

Izuku Midoriya was standing there alone in a corner with Aizawa and Principal Nezu (who was sitting on a stool), why? Because the gymnasium was filled with women. He was shocked to know that every male student in UA suddenly have stomach aches except for him, he didn’t know if he was lucky or unlucky. So now he was just chatting with the teachers and trying his best to avoid looking at the female students that were in there.

Some people just took out their hero costumes, some went for something different may it be normal, weird, or outright revealing.

Heck, Nejire was flying around dressed as Tinkerbell. He definitely has to take a cold shower after this one.

He also didn’t know why, but he felt like everyone was staring at him, but when he looks back he found everyone was just talking to each other or dancing or trying to stuff as much candy as possible. Maybe it was his costume? He was wearing an All Might golden age costume, though this one was tight fighting for him, so it basically hugged his body while also not being uncomfortable to wear.

Though he now develops a new mantra on his head ‘Don’t get hard Don’t get hard Don’t get hard’

Maybe he should just leave…nah, he promised his male classmates that he’ll get some candy for them and promised the girls that he will be here. So here he will stay…it’s so hard being a good friend sometimes.

“Problem child” Izuku snapped out of his mumbling spree and turned to Aizawa

“Yes sensei?”

“Me and the principal are leaving” that one sentence made him entirely freeze on the spot “We’re now heading to our own party”

“Bu-bu-bu” he tried to stutter out a reply

“You all will be under the supervision of…” Aizawa sighed “Under the supervision of Midnight” Izuku looked at said teacher who winked at him and he felt a shudder crawl up to his spine. He didn’t know why but he now fears for his chastity.

“Goodbye Midoriya, but take this. I don’t want any mini dekus running around anytime soon” Aizawa handed him a plastic bag, inspecting the contents Izuku’s eyes almost bulged out of his eye as he saw 10 boxes of ‘PLUS ULTRA CONDOMS! NOW WITH DIFFERENT FLAVORS SUCH AS MOCHI!’

Izuku looks up to see that Aizawa and the principal were gone, on the stool was a single note ‘Happy Halloween! You can try to run :) ’

He gulped, okay this was not bad at all. It’s not like anyone is actually trying to get him…right?

Just then the entrance door opens and he sighed in relief seeing his classmates. He did raise an eyebrow though seeing Ochako’s costume.

“LET’S GET THIS PARTY STARTED!”

With the announcement of Midnight, music then began to blare and every student began to dance, eat, drink to their heart content.

Everyone was enjoying themselves as they just let themselves go, there was a moment when Izuku and another student roleplayed an All Might fight, there was also a time when Mina ate so much candy she was literally everywhere at once, this of course had nothing on Nejire as she went to her own sugar rush and just bounced off the walls multiple times like a ball in a pinball machine.

Everything was a blur at that point. One minute he was dancing with Ochako and now he was staring blankly at a ceiling

Why exactly?

Well, for one thing, he was naked. And not only that, but he also had Itsuka and Momo on each of his sides and were also naked.

He blinked still trying to process what happened.

He slowly sat up, careful not to wake the two girls, and had to cringe when he saw what was in front of him

On the floor were at least 20 girls he didn’t recognize. There were also a few of the 1A and 1B girls.

There was also a hole in the wall and a girl was laying there, her feet were dangling and he assumed so were her arms on the other side. Setsuna was laying on the floor with the bottom half of her costume was gone, but the top half was still there, ass raised in the air. Kinoko was beside her but her costume was still on and some white liquid was leaking out of her. Ochako was on a table…well a broken table, her legs dangling out as she sleeps peacefully. Ibara had her vines tied to her wrist and legs and she was on her knees. Mina was stuck to the wall based on the substance on her back, she was glued there somewhat.

Everyone else was tangled to each other, either to his classmates or to someone else that he didn’t know.

‘I guess…good thing I had condoms huh.’

He then looked back at Kinoko and then between her legs

…White liquid was leaking…out of…her

He jumped out of bed and landed safely without touching the girls on the floor and went to the box of condoms on the table. He inspected the contents and he sighed in relief. There was only one condom left in the box, meaning he used it last night. He grabbed the condom and inspected it. Then what was leaking out of---

The condom glinted a bit when he put it near the window.

A hole…there was a hole.

Then he remembers something last night

 

-------- SHORT SMUT: WARNING ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ----------

-Flashback: Earlier that Night-

The sounds of Izuku’s grunts and the moan of a woman were heard as Izuku kept thrusting inside the woman’s snatch over and over again. Izuku opened his eyes and the face of Midnight was what he saw smiling at him.

“Oh Daddy~” she moaned, she then wrapped her legs around his waist “You’re going to be a daddy~” she purred.

Izuku didn’t care, he was wearing a condom so what was the worst thing that could happen, he just thrust harder making her scream in delight

“Come on Izuku~” someone hugged him from behind “Cum already so you’re wife can have a turn already” whispered the woman, he only knew one person that called herself his wife. Ochako Uraraka.

He thrust one last time and he came. Not even a second as he pulled out of Midnight and grabbed Uraraka’s waist and put her on a table

“Time for the honeymoon~” he came twice insider her that night.

 

-Flashback END-

-------- SMUT END ( ͡° ʖ̯ ͡°)  ----------

 

He stared wide-eyed at the piece of condom

No…he used it. There was no way right?

Then suddenly everyone decided to turn and move from their positions and as he stared closer, he saw a white substance leaking out of each and one of them.

He did the only thing he could do.

He fainted.

Notes:

And that's a wrap!

Man, what is Izuku's luck huh?
Will there be a continuation? Not really. I might write a Christmas special that will talk about the aftermath of what happened here, but yeah no continuation.

Chapter 19: WHO TOOK HIS V?! - Part 3

Summary:

The hunt for the woman who took Izuku's virginity continues, a lot of bi awakenings, Izuku knocked her out with what? and another pink-haired gal has joined the roster.

Notes:

So....Smut warning :3 Again not that good at it, I hope you guys enjoy this

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

‘If you use Blackwhip on your dick, do you think it will be longer?’ 

“And here I thought my morning couldn’t get any weirder”

‘Tried that once, 4 out 10, would not recommend’ 

“Noted”

When Izuku woke up he was treated by the sight of his daughter sleeping next to him and hugging him tightly, he picked her up and went downstairs and made her some pancakes for breakfast, he was feeling a bit happy that morning so he decided to make all of his classmates some breakfast. It was quite weird to see Kaminari look at him as if Izuku was about to strangle him with his blackwhip, heck even Bakugo was expecting something. Izuku just shrugged and went on his day.

Though it did feel like something happened last night….

Oh well

Now he was in the gym floating in the air while juggling small rocks with blackwhip. The past users agreed to train him in their quirks and suggested that using two at the same time would be beneficial, hard for the body but beneficial. In his state, this was all he could do.

‘Ok kid that’s enough, get back down and lift your usual weights’ said Nana and he nodded and took his shirt off. He grabbed the dumbells and started his routine.

His mind traveled elsewhere as he did his usual routine, their second year in UA was relatively peaceful compared to their first year. No major villain fights, no League of Villains suddenly attacking, it was…refreshing.

But knowing his own luck, that’s bound to change sooner or later

*SLAM!*

The door of the gym he was using slammed open, looking in that direction he could see Yui Kodai panting and looking around.

“Uhh..Hi Kodai-san” he greeted and he flinched when her head snap in his direction and then looked down to his abs and licked her lips, he didn’t know why but he was afraid for his nonexistent virginity. She then marched towards him with hunger in her eyes.

Once she was in front of him she looked up at him with the look that was oddly similar to a certain blonde pussycat he knows, he gulped “Uh..Hell--” she was then tackled by an orange blur.

He blinked and looked to his right, only to see Kendo and Yui on the ground. Kendo had Yui on a martial arts hold but her hand was on Yui’s mouth preventing her from saying anything. Kendo looked at him and smiled. He then heard the sound of footsteps from the entrance, then to his confusion, he saw the girls from his class and the girls of 2B approached the two girls on the ground. Each one of them greeted him while trying to subdue the struggling Yui

“1, 2, 3, UP!” then all of them were carrying a tied up Yui over their head and walked out

He sighed and just resumed his routine, though he did have one thought in mind

‘Was Ochako carrying a chainsaw Dildo?’

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The girls were now backed in Kendo’s room and Yui was tied to the chair, Reiko had a special something to keep her quiet, what that special something was they had no idea, for them, Yui was just wearing a facemask but if it keeps her quiet then they weren’t going to complain.

“Ok, so” Kendo started “Now we’ve somewhat subdued Yui, what the next plan?”

“We go for the next girl” Toru answered

“And that would be?” Setsuna asked looking at the list, Jiro pointed at a name

“Chikuchi Togeike” said Jiro “She’s a Gen Ed student here in UA, she’s the girl who admitted that they watched us play to see us screw up”

“Well, she’s mean” Toru “Why did Izuku talk to her though?”

“Probably sensed her being sad and just went to cheer he up” Setsuna snickered

“That is a bit like him yes” Momo sighed, Kendo examined the list

“I think we should split up” Kendo suggested “We’ll be able to reduce the people faster that way”

“Agreed, we should all form a small group and try to ask more people” Momo said taking the list “We should at the very least reduce three or four more people from this and continue on tomorrow” then Mina whined

“But we have school tomorrow” Mina complained “That’s gonna be so much work!”

“Don’t forget about the 5 quizzes that we have tomorrow” Jiro reminded and they could see Mina’s soul leave her body “Dude the teachers gave us a week to study for that”

“I was busy!”

“With what!”

“With stuff!”

“Enough!” Momo yelled “Honestly, you two are like children”

“Sorry Mom~” the both of them sang and Momo could feel her eyebrow twitch while the 2B girls laughed

“Anyway, I agree that we should try and clear three or four more people” Tsuyu commented “ But we should focus on these three in particular” she pointed at three names ‘Chikuchi Togeike’, ‘Mei Hatsume’, ‘Mawata Fuwa’ “All these three are here in UA, might as well start with them”

“So that’s three teams, sir Aizawa might know where Fuwa-san might be but I’m honestly not sure” Momo admitted, then Ochako got a brilliant idea

“I know how to get Mei!” Ochako shouted and opened the balcony window “You girls might wanna stand back” she then coughed and the girls followed her advice “I need some costume upgrades”

And not even a second later a pink blur crashed in the room and landed gracefully on the floor and began to look around

“Did someone say costume upgrades?!” yelled Mei Hatsume as she looked around the room

The girls just looked at her ridiculously and Ochako just sighed “This is Hatsume” Ochako said gesturing at the inventor, said girl stood straight and pointed at herself

“Mei Hatsume future owner of the Hatsume Corps and bride of Izuku Midoriya at your service!” Mei declared proudly

The girls just stared at her

“Wait…” Tsuyu started “What did you just say?”

“Mei Hatsu--”

“No, not that part, future bride of who?”

“Future bride of Izuku Midoriya!” Mei declared proudly once more, hesitance nowhere in sight. It was at this point the girls realized that more women were in love with Izuku

“Oh come on!” Mina, Toru, and Setsuna yelled “How many more women are there!”

“Next thing you’ll know he’s going to attract a highly dangerous villain” Jiro sighed

 

-Tartarus-

A woman that was hidden in the shadows looked up as if she was being called out by someone

“Is something wrong?” said a voice, the woman looked to the window that was in her cell, she could see the figure standing there, heck the figure was so small she could see that they were standing on a table

“Nothing, now what do you want?”

“To the point? I like it” the figure cleared its throat “I wish for you to be a teacher in UA--”

“No”

“Oho, now why is that?” The woman narrowed their eyes

“Because that school of wannabe heroes is filled with fakes, all in it for money and fame” the woman growled a bit “I’m not going to teach them anything nor do I even want to”

“Oh don’t worry, you’ll only be teaching one student”

“How is that better?” she didn’t know why but she could feel the smirk of the figure as it stared at her

“Oh I just have a feeling that you’ll like this student, I can arrange a talk between you two if you would like”

“Yeah right” she smirked “Next thing you’ll know I’m falling for your student”

“Oh but that’s also a possibility”

“Yeah right”

“Wanna bet?”

She didn’t know why but she could as if she was trapped and there was no escape, but she decided to be stubborn “Fine, bring that student here and we’ll talk. If he manages to convince me then I’ll go and teach”

“And if you somehow fall for him?”

“I’ll fuck him on the spot” she declared smirking, she knew that it will never happen.

“Deal, we’ll come back next week Monday morning” and with that, the figure left leaving the woman alone in the shadows.

Meanwhile, the mysterious figure walked out of the interrogation room, the figure was none other than the principal of UA, Nezu.

“Sir?” asked someone with a gruff voice “Did everything go okay?”

“Of course Aizawa, now who’s next on our list?” said Nezu sitting on the pro’s shoulders

“A woman named Himiko Toga, murderer, bloodsucker and self-proclaimed and I quote ‘Pro sucker of the Dicku’”

“Ooh! I like that one. Let’s go!”

 

-Back to the girls-

“Please don’t jinx it” Pony said

“Knowing Izuku’s luck, it’s bound to happen anyway” Tsuyu commented “So Hatsume-san”

“Yes?”

“What do you think of Izuku?”

“I’m going to make babies with him!’ she declared smiling and the girls blinked except for 2A who was used to Me’s antics

“By babies, you mean inventions right?” Mei didn’t answer and just smiled “…You mean inventions…right?”

The girls groaned but Tsuyu just decided to do what she do best. Be bunt

“Mei did you have sex with Izuku?”

“No, but I want to!” there was a chorus of ‘Mood’ that came from the girls

“Ok that leaves Chikuchi Togeike and Mawata Fuwa, two people we have no idea where they are right now” Kendo said after crossing Mei’s name on the list

“Oh, I can help with that!” Mei then fished out a sphere “Deku Drone wake up!” the sphere then opened and out came a mini Izuku the size of a fist, hovering in front of Mei’s face “Look for…” she then looked at Kendo “Who are we looking for again?”

“Chikuchi Togeike of the General Studies and Mawata Fuwa of 3A”

“Yep those two!” the Deku drone nodded and flew out the window “Now we just have to wait until my drone comes back”

“Well, that’s helpful. Thank you Hatsume-san” Momo gratefully said

“You’re welcome whoever you are!” Momo sagged at how quickly she forgets.

“I’m Momo of 2A” she introduced herself

“Nice to meet you and I already forgot who you are” the girls facepalmed “Sorry”

“Wait then, how do you remember Izuku’s name?” Kinoko asked curiously

“Gotta remember the name you’ll be screaming while having sex” the girls blushed but didn’t disagree “Plus you don’t forget someone like Izuku”

“Mm*gk*hhd” came from Yui who was still on the chair

“I think it’s time to let you out of there” Reiko said approaching Yui, she removed the facemask and the girls raised their eyebrows when they saw something round on Yui’s mouth. Reiko then grabbed the round object and pulled it out slowly.

The girl's eye’s widened when they finally realized what the object was.

It was Dilddo…a 9 inch dildo…Yui had a 9 inch dildo in her throat for the whole time that she was subdued.

*Gasp!* Yui gulped as much air as possible once the whole thing was out while the girls just staring at Yui while Reiko was untying her.

Once she was untied, she stood up and grabbed Reiko’s shirt

Then proceed to kiss her

Reiko moaned and brought her hand at the back of Yui’s head lacing her fingers on her hair and pulling her close deepening the kiss, after a minute they pulled away panting

“Okay, I’ll be honest” said Yui still panting “I think I’m Bi”

“You think?” Reiko smirked at her friend

“Ahem” both girls looked in the direction of the voice, to see Momo with a blush on her face…no, scratch that, all of the girls except for Mei had a blush on their face “If you two are done we can continue with our investigation”

Both girls nodded and joined the circle once more “As much as I want to blame Yui for her horniness, I’m going to blame Reiko this time” said Kendo rubbing her forehead

“I have no regrets” Reiko smirked “Plus it's good practice, you heard our senpai Izuku is much bigger than this” she gestured the dildo still in her hand “Might as well get used to it”

“You girls better be careful” said Yui who then proceeds to move her hands in a groping motion “Now that I have awakened, all your assess are mi--*BONK*”

Kendo bonked Yui with a bat while her eyebrow was twitching “If anyone is groping my ass, it’s Izuku-*BONK*” Momo snatched the bat and bonked Kendo in the head “Ow” she looked up at Momo who was still holding the bat, then blew a raspberry “I have no regrets *Bonk*”

After a minute has passed everyone formed a circle with Mei in the center

“So Hatsume-san” started Setsuna “Why do you like Izuku?”

“Oh!” they noticed that Mei’s smile brightened “Well he treats me like a…someone I guess. He doesn’t’ think I’m weird in any way, he can keep up with me, and he’s nice” she finished

“Well that’s just adorable *ribbit*” commented Tsuyu “But when did you fall for him?”

“Oh that, well it actually happened…5 months ago”

 

-Flashback: 3 months ago-

Mei Hatsume was busy with an order from a third-year student, something about shooting lasers with their eyes or something, she then heard her name being called by a familiar voice. A voice that always seemed to make her heart flutter and her smile wider.

“Mei” Izuku Midoriya was the name, it surprised her at first when she remembered his name, she always forgets other people’s names and yet she was able to remember his “Mei” oh yeah he was calling her, she should turn around, right? Right

And turned around she did but her smile faltered a bit when she saw his state. Izuku’s right arm was covered in bandages, it was rare for her now see him covered with bandages, considering that he got some control with his quirk now she imagined he wouldn’t get hurt anymore. Oh well.

“Yes 10 million?” ah that nickname, it came from the sports festival when the points were announced, the nickname kinda stuck ever since then and it was her way of remembering him and the day that she laid her eyes on him, so win-win.

“My suit needs to be fixed” he gestured at the briefcase he was carrying with his other hand. ‘When did that get there?’. “S-sorry for damaging it again, I know how hard you worked and yet I still managed to destroy it somehow” he apologized

“Meh, more opportunity to improve! So what got damaged?” she opened the case and saw his right arm bracers and right-hand gauntlets were severely damaged, she stared at it and then looked at his bandaged arm

“Yeah, I was fighting Kaminari at the time, he sent out his attack and the gauntlets took the burnt of the attack” he then raised his bandaged arm “Unfortunately it caused the gauntlets to explode and kinda da-damaged my arm a bit” he confessed and Mei just stared at the arm

‘My baby…did that?’

She reached out for his hand and held it gently, seeing him flinch she pulled away a bit but still hovered her hand over his hand.

“I…I did this?” she mumbled silently but Izuku heard her making him panic

“N-N-NO! Mei you didn’t do this. It was me that decided to punch Ka-Kaminari, I wasn’t thinking of the effects of his quirk on the gauntlets that you perfectly made. So it’s my fault” he hurriedly said, but she was still staring at his hand “I-I’m f-fine now, see?” he moved his hand a bit slowly but she could see how his eyebrows twitched in pain. “N-nothing to worry about”

She stared at him for what felt like an hour but in reality, it was just a minute, she then smiled bright “Well then, better make sure that this baby would be perfect next time! Don’t want you getting injured again” she then turned to the gloves “Bad baby! Bad!” Izuku chuckled at this. ‘I like his laugh’

“Better leave you to it then, I’m going to head to Recovery Girl” he said turning around “Make sure you get some sleep”

“Never!”

He laughed and walked outside of the studio leaving her alone. Once she was sure that he was gone she stared at the gloves once more, inspecting it she narrowed her eyes seeing some dried blood on the gloves and bracers. ‘Gotta make sure that this baby doesn’t hurt him again’

After a grueling 10 hours of working and subjecting the gloves and bracers to every danger zone there is, may it be electricity, fire, explosion, guns, knives, lasers, a motorbike, a car, a truck, heck she even tried drowning the thing, it was then that she was finished putting the equipment back to the case, closing it she sighed and looked up. Oh.

It was now nighttime, how and why Power Loader let her stay in the studio she would never know.

“Well I’m here already, might as well--”

“Mei?” she looked at the door to see Izuku wearing some All Might pajama pants and an undershirt.

“Oh hey, I was just done with your gloves, wanna see?” she gestured at the case, but Izuku just put his hand on her shoulder

“It’s to sleep Mei”

“Oh? But I’m not--” just then she yawned and her eyes felt heavy ‘Huh, I guess I am tired’

“Come on” he tried to lead her out of the lab, but she was stubborn and planted her feet on the floor “Come on Mei”

“If you want me to go, then carry me” she grumbled, she then let out an ‘eep’ when he then suddenly carries her in his arms.

“And off we go” he said turning off the lights with his blackish tentacles and proceeding to march to her dorms.

She just rested her head on his chest listening to his heartbeat. It was a soothing sound. She snaked her arms around him, hugging him and he could feel his hold on her tighten a bit.

She wanted to hear more of his heart

She wanted to see his face more

She wanted to see his smile, hear his laugh, see him go to her every day just to make sure she was alright, she wanted him to continue on bringing her lunch and feeding her when she was way too focused on a project.

She didn’t want him out of her life

‘Why?’ That was the question. Why? Why does every time he comes her heart just flutter? Why did she smile all the time he’s near? Why is every time that he gets hurt, her heart just gets smashed as if a hammer was dropped onto it?

“Awww~You two are just adorable” cooed a woman’s voice, Mei looked in front of them and saw Midnight. “Look at you two lovebirds, just wear protection all right?” she said and walked away leaving a blushing Izuku and a confused Mei

Lovebirds?

Love…birds

Love….

Love

Why did that word felt…right?

She looked at Izuku’s face as he carried her, he must have sensed that she was staring and looked down on her and smiled

Love

‘I love you’

-Flashback END-

 

“And that’s about it” Mei finished with a faraway look on her face. The girls clapped commenting on how adorable their whole interaction was, it was just then that the Deku drone returned.

“Chikuchi Togeike is spying on Izuku Midoriya and Mawata Fuwa is in Gym Gamma” The Deku drone then sparked a bit, then exploded

“Well, there you have it!” Mei proudly yelled picking up some of the pieces of Deku drone

“Ok now we’re back on track” declared Momo “2A and Hatsume will go to Fuwa-san and 2B will go to Togeike-san”

“Wait, what does she look like?” asked Pony

“Black hair and has pigtails” answered Jiro “If she’s spying on Izuku then you’ll be able to see her”

“How about Fuwa-san?”

“Fuwa-san I think has pink hair and those puffy earrings” said Tsuyu gesturing to her ear when saying the last part “We should be able to find her easily”

“So we got our teams, we should stay in contact in our group chat” the girls nodded and they all went off to their respective vict-suspects.

The boys of 2B did raise an eyebrow when they saw the girls march down the stairs and head outside

“Should we follow them?” asked Kamakiri

“No way man” said Kaibara “My mom had that look before, trust me you don’t want to get in the way of that” he finished in a shaky voice as he hugged his knees

“You okay man?”

“So…many…slippers” muttered Kaibara

Meanwhile, the girls of 2A was now heading towards gym Gamma, upon reaching their destination they could hear the sound of rocks breaking apart and some grunting. They opened the door and peeked inside.

Inside was a young woman with pink hair, dark blue yoga pants with a matching sports bra, her hand was outstretched and rocks were crumbling in front of her, on her ears were some puffy, cloud-shaped earrings.

“Is that her?” asked Toru staring at the woman

“She’s the only one here, so it’s gotta be” answered Mina, they all nodded and started to approach the young woman “Umm, hello”

The young woman turned and smiled “Oh hello there, you’re the second years correct?”

“Y-yes senpai, are you Mawata Fuwa?” asked Mina, seeing the young woman nod she continued “We actually have a question”

“Do you know Izuku Midoriya?” asked Momo, it was brief but they could see a small blush appear on Mawata’s cheeks

“Yes, I do know him. Why?”

“Uhh…Well you see…” tried Toru, but how do you ask someone you never actually talked to if they had sex with your crush?

“Did you two fuck?” asked Mei and Tsuyu at the same time, they looked at each other and nodded automatically forming a friendship of some sort.

Mawata shook her head “No, we have not” the girls sighed in relief and in fatigue, tired from trying to find who took Midoriya’s virginity

“But do you like him though?” asked Mei stepping closer

“Like? Let’s go beyond that” Mina said stepping closer even more “Do you love him?”

“How about beyond that. Do you lust for him?” Tsu said now in front of Mawata, said girl was just chuckling and the other girls just shook their heads.

‘’Why are you asking anyway?” Mawata asked looking at the other girls that weren’t invading her personal space

“We and our sister class loves him, and we just found out that he was not a virgin anymore and now we’re trying to find out who took it”

“Why?” asked Mawata halting the three people that were slowly advancing and making the girls eyes widen “Why do you guys want to find out who took it?”

“A matter of pride mostly” Ochako answered “Me and Deku have been friends ever since first year, sure I didn’t show any sort of romantic interest back then, but now that I do, it hurts knowing that the girl that was there by his side wasn’t the one that took his first” Ochako looked at Mawata in the eye “That’s why I want to find out, I want to find out what was so special about this girl for Izuku to let her take his first”

*clap* clap* clap* clap*

The girls clapped amazed at the explanation, while Ochako just yelped and began to float away making the girls laughed.

“Well, I guess it’s my turn to explain myself” said Mawata “Yes I know Izuku we met on my first day being a third year. Although it was accidental”

“How so?”

“Well…”

 

-Flashback: Mawata’s First Day of being a Third Year-

“Man, can’t believe I’m a third-year now.” Muttered Mawata Fuwa as she walked the halls of UA and was headed to the cafeteria “Almost feels like yesterday when Aizawa-sensei expelled us” that was not a fun day for all of them, knowing that you tried only to be expelled anyway, sure they got enrolled instantly and was able to continue their dream, but it still sucked. The good news was that they were able to grow and train themselves to meet the expectations of the sensei. So hooray.

She was about to turn right but was stopped when she collided with someone making her fall, luckily the person was able to catch her in time.

“I-I-I’M SO S-SORRY!” the person apologized. She blinked and looked at the person she collided with. The person had curly green hair and green eyes, he also had some freckles ‘Huh, cute’

“Nah, it’s fine” she said, getting out of his hold and standing up, now that she got a good look at the person she gasped “Oh wait you’re Midoriya right?”

“Ah-ah yes, ho-how do you know me?”

“Oh, I know you from Aizawa-sensei. Though he always refers you to ‘problem child’ whenever he talks about you”

“T-that’s sensei all right” he sighed

“Oh cheer up, the fact that he talks about you a lot shows that he’s fond of you” she said patting his shoulders “I’m Mawata Fuwa by the way, now third-year student of the Hero Course”

“Ah hello senpai, I’m Izuku Midoriya, now second-year student of the Hero Course”

“Well I better be going now, don’t wanna miss lunch” she said walking away, but Midoriya caught up with her and began to walk beside her

“S-senpai, wait! I have a question”

“Oh? Shoot, we can walk and talk”

“What’s your quirk?” he asks while producing a notebook out of thin air ‘Where did that come from?’

“Hmm, well my quirk is called Floof. Basically, I can turn anything I see into these fluffy cloud shapes with a snap of my fingers or any noise I make with my body, may it be a click of my tongue or me clapping. The noise has to be audible though, so I can just put my fingers together silently and expect my quirk to work. I can also release it by the same method and the thing I floofed will stay the same” she finished explaining and had to stop herself from giggling when she turned back to Midoriya who was scribbling everything she said to his notebook.

“That’s amazing! Not only is your quirk versatile but also the limitations are endless! Question, what if it’s a group of objects, does your quirk classify it as one object and just convert it to one fluffy shape or does it convert it separately? What if something is thrown at you and then you floof it, when you un-floof it does the momentum carry out, or does it stop entirely? What if yo--”

“Calm down Midoriya” she giggled “I can’t tell you all my secrets, but I’ll answer your two questions.” She giggled once more seeing the stars in his eyes. ‘Okay this kid is absolutely adorable’ “For your first question, it’s more like what I interpret as one object. For example you a school bag filled with books, once I floof it, it will only be one object, but once I release it the contents stay the same, the same goes for an assortment of foods in front of me. If I have a…chocolate cake, a banana and a milkshake in front of me, that’s three objects right?” he nodded listening intensely “But if I just think of it as just one object and label it as..’my lunch’ then my quirk would floof it as one object. Though if I un-floof it the placement stays the same” she giggled seeing him furiously writing in his notes

“That’s amazing Fuwa-senpai” he praised like a kid in a candy shop

“Thank you, now for your second question” she put a finger on her chin “Maybe I should demonstrate it instead” she said stopping in front of him “Throw your pencil at me” he blinked unsure if he should do it “Don’t worry I did this a lot of times before” once she said that he threw the pencil and with a snap of her fingers the pencil turned into a round fluffy object that resembles a round cotton ball, she grabs it and then shows it to Midoriya, she gently tosses it to him and she snapped her fingers. The cotton ball shook slightly and then transformed back into a pencil, what was more surprising was that once the pencil returned it launched to Midoriya as if he threw it, he yelped and ducked. “The answer to the question is yes”

He gawked at the pencil on the ground

“This is quite useful with long-range attacks, I can floof it and then give them back their attacks when I release the quirk” Izuku gawked and stared at her as if she was the most fascinating person he has seen, she did fight a blush and just laughed at his reaction.

“That’s amazing” he muttered and went back to writing in his notes

“Really think so huh? I trained hard to get this far, so I guess I’m glad that someone thinks so”

“No wonder you’re in the Hero course, you clearly are something senpai” he smiled bright and Mawata smiled too.

After that, Izuku bowed and thanked her and walked away, leaving Mawata alone

‘Hmmm…wonder if he’s single?’

-Flashback END-

“And that’s how it went” she finished and the girls stared at her gobsmacked jaws on the floor and was just simply staring at her

“Senpai…your quirk is OP”

“Maybe, but it’s only strong because I made it strong. You should have seen me in my first year” Mawata chuckled “I was only limited to one specific object and I only snapped my fingers to activate and deactivate my quirk” she then gestured to herself “And look at me now”

“*sigh* So I guess, that’s it” Ochako said crossing Mawata’s name on the list “Thank you for your time senpai” she bowed

“Hey wanna join us?” asked Mina and Tsuyu grinned

“Join? Join what?” Mawata tilted her head and Tsuyu raised her boombox and began to play the Russian anthem

“…” Mawata was silent and the girls stared “That…that doesn’t actually answer my question”

“I know right!” Toru agreed

“Just like what we said before” Momo started “All of us here are in love with Izuku, and we decided to share him”

“What in a…what’s it called? Polyamory?” Mawata asked unsurely

“I think so..” Momo said while also unsure

“So, who else is in this group?”

“The 2B are and this maniac” Ochako said gesturing to Mei who just grinned

“Hello, Mei Hatsume future owner of the Hatsume Corps and future bride of Izuku Midoriya!” she declared again with no shame

“…You sure that you guys want me to join?” Mawata said raising an eyebrow “For all, I know this is just nothing but a crush”

“Oh don’t worry about that, we also started like that” Mina said

“Yeah but Izuku decided to go Plus Ultra and here we are” Toru added and Mawata just smiled

“Ok fine, I’m in” she was then hugged by Mina

“Yey! Another pinky in the group, Mei get over here!” Mina cheered while dragging Mei to the hug

“Welcome to the Midocult” said Tsuyu with a smile on her face

“Wonder what 2B are handling are doing?”

“Let me check” Momo said opening the group chat and beginning to type

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MIDOCULT

Mom

Kendo, how goes the hunt?

Frogbutt added Mawata Fuwa to the chat

Fuwa

Hold on

Mawata Fuwa has set their nickname to FluffMonster

FluffMonster

Much better

Dinomash

Oohh a new member, welcome to the cult!

Vines

Set, do not call it a cult

Dinomash

Bite me

Vines

I won’t

Yui will

Ultraman

You bet I will, get the ass over here

Shroom

Ibara, encouraging violence? What has the world come to

Vines

I still want peace, but…

Ibara has sent a photo of shirtless sweaty Izuku who had Kendo on a chokehold

Vine

He decided to exist

Alien

Oof

YouCantSeeMe

Oof

Jacks

Oof

Horni

Oof

Frogbutt

Okay, 1. Why does Izuku have Kendo on a chokehold, 2. Why wasn’t I invited, and 3. Did you find Togeike-san yet?

Ghost

  1. She was supposed to be a distraction while we talked to Togeike-san 2. We thought you were busy

Ghost had added Chikuchi Togeike to the chat

Ghost

  1. Yes

Chikuchi Togeike has set their nickname to Simple Girl

Simple Girl

Ah, so it was true.

All of you are in love with the same boy

Horni

Get used to it, we are one big family here

Ultraman

Anyway

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It was then that Yui called from the group chat, 2A raised their eyebrows but answered the call nonetheless

“So, bad news Togekei-san is not the person that took Izuku’s virginity” Yui’s voice came through

“The good news?” asked Mina

“The good news is that the two of them had sex and she’s about to spill” Yui said with an almost deadpan voice with a little of excitement mixed with it, then the sound of someone trying to take her phone came

“No, we didn’t have sex we just….he just…” The voice of a woman they didn’t know came through, but they shrugged and assumed it was Togeike

“He what?”

“He…ate me out”

“Okay deets” demanded Yui

“I agree” said Tsuyu who gripped the phone tightly

“And…if I don’t want to?”

“That’s funny, it’s as if you have a choice” laughed Kinoko

“…Fine” they heard her cough “So I’ll spare you the long story of how we met, basically we met a day after the culture festival, we talked and…”

“He smooth-talked you didn't he?” teased Mina

“Yeah…also we had a…connection I guess”

“Connection? Like what?” asked Ochako

“He admitted that the majority of his life he was…quirkless. So we had the same kind of pain”

“The same? Wait you’re--”

“Quirkless? Yeah. So laugh at me if you want, I don’t really care” Ochako hearing this snatched the phone and basically demanded

“Listen here you beautiful being, you are not going to be laughed at, bullied, made fun of by anybody. You are a beautiful being with a beautiful heart and everyone that says otherwise I will float to the moon” she said almost crushing the phone

“…Huh, Izuku was right. You guys are different” they heard her say with a much softer tone “Thanks”

“Excuse me, but this is news to me. I knew Izuku wasn’t treated right, but I didn’t know he was bullied” Momo said staring at Ochako as she connected the dots together. If Togeike-san was bullied and she and Izuku have the same pain. Then was Izuku also bullied for being quirkless?

“Hm? Oh yeah…it’s not really my secret to say, but basically, he didn’t have the best childhood” Ochako admitted “Even the teachers didn’t stop it even if it happened in front of them”

“And what was this school?” Momo said almost threateningly

“Aldera…I think, why?”

“Oh, nothing…just curious” Momo said while sneaking a text to her father. “So Togeike-san, you were saying?”

“Oh right…So after that we decided to…what’s the word…relive our childhood I guess” they couldn’t see her but they could feel the smile she had “We were both nervous and unsure of what to do…well that was until he asked me who my favorite hero was, I answered All Might and from that point, it just went to a blur of the both of us just gushing” they heard her chuckle, Ochako was slightly jealous but smiled. As much as she was his best friend, she was glad he met someone who could keep up with his hobbies.

“That’s all well and good” came the voice of Yui “But I was promised of him eating you out. Now. Spill. So I can masturbate to it later” they then heard a bonk from the other side

“I had to” they heard Ibara

“So anyway…”

 

-Flashback: 8 Months Ago-

Chikuchi Togeike and Izuku Midoriya were in her room binge-watching an All Might inspired anime on HeroTube. The two of them became quite close after finding out that they liked the same hero to the same degree, meaning they could be weird all they want with each other and no one will judge.

Then they groaned as the 7th unskippable ad began to play

“Why” Izuku groaned “These ads are just a pain”

“I know…” Togeike sighed “Hopefully they don’t get too confident and put 20 ads in the future”

“If that happens, I’m not gonna watch anything on HeroTube” Togeike laughed, the both of them began to watch the ad.

‘Want to satisfy your lady in bed?’ they blushed hearing the commercial, how was this PG? ‘Get the tongue vibrator 3000, make her squ--’ Togeike pressed the home button so they didn’t have to watch that ad anymore

“Well that was something…” she mumbled out trying to lower her blush

“Yeah…” she then laughed trying to lighten the mood

“I mean it’s just a stupid ad, it’s not like it’s true” she laughed but then it all crashed and burned the moment she heard Izuku mumbled

“Yeah, you just need to hit the right spots to make squirt” her head snapped in his direction and he stared at her “I…said that out loud didn’t I?” she nodded and they stared for a long time before he stood up and patted his knees

“Welp, I’ll take that as my cue to leave” he said as he turned to her door, but she decided to hell with it and tackled him to the ground

She sat on top of him, normally she would blush, well she is blushing, but she was focused right now

“Are you saying…that you’re experienced in that department?” she asked with nervous smile on her face

“Y-yeah”

“So if I…ask you to…do it with me…would you say yes?” in all honesty, she didn’t know why she was doing this or why she was asking this question. But this was a special case, Izuku like her knew the feeling of being abandoned by society, they weren’t able to feel or experience things that normal kids these day felt, so of course…she gets curious to some things, maybe some of those things are sexual in nature, but she was curious nonetheless, and Izuku here unlike her has already experience something that she longed for. So she wasn’t going let that chance slip away

She saw him gulped, but she felt his hand go to her hips, he looked at her in the eyes and said “Yes”

 

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Izuku laid her on the bed and making the first move he cupped her face with his hand and leaned in, but not entirely stopping by only an inch away from her lips

“Are you sure about this?” he asked and instead of talking she leaned in capturing his lips with her own.

Mint and Cinamon, not a flavor she would have thought would go well together, but here she was. She felt Izuku’s hands slid up her back and unclip her bra with one hand ‘Talk about experienced’ they pulled away and she took of her sweater and bra, Izuku now shirtless stared at her C cup boobs

“L-look I know I’m not b-bi*GASP*” she let out a loud gasp as Izuku dove in and sucked her left nipple. She shuddered as she hugged his head and he gave both of her nipples all the attention they needed, he pulled away and kissed her once more, once he pulled away and he smiled

“I think they’re beautiful” he gently pushed her back to the bed and began to trail kisses downwards, he then reached her legs and he grabbed the hem of her leggings he looked at her asking for permission and she nodded, he began to take her leggings off and all she had left was her white panties, she decided to do them herself, she watched this on a video before and decided to do it.

She raised her legs and began to slowly taking them off while looking at Izuku the whole time, she had to bend her knees a bit, once they were off she flicked it to the side. She then parted her legs and invited him with her finger

“W-well, are you going to stand there or --ah!” she yelped and for the second time that day he dove in and gave a kiss to her thigh and gave her snatch a quick lick making her moan, he must have took it as encouragement as he continued licking her. “Sh-shit!” she gasped as she felt his tongue enter her and began to writhe inside of her “Oh motherofgod!” she moaned out as she just grabbed Izuku’s head and kept his head between her legs “SHIT” she gripped his hair tight, was it weird that she felt that she was floating?

She knew she couldn’t last any longer and with a scream, she came and her juices went flying to Izuku’s lower face but he didn’t stop and continued to eat her out while his grip was on her thighs. Once she calmed down she was gasping for air while Izuku hovered above her

That…was amazing

What was next? Oh yeah, it was her turn to pleasure him…hold on..why was everything going black?

-Flashback END-

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“I woke up in like two hours, a note was on my nightstand saying he tucked me in and he left” finished Togeike and they didn’t even need to see Yui to know that she was the one that was breathing hard

“So he basically ate you out to unconsciousness” summarized Tsuyu

“Yes”

“And here I thought my tongue would give me an advantage *ribbit*”

“Tsu, you better give me that tongue of yours” demanded Yui, and Tsuyu just smiled

“No”

“Dammit. Ibara” there was a pause “I want you to put your vines ins--” there was a loud bonk and a thud and someone breathing hard

“Sooo, Ibara just killed Yui” commented Kinoko “Also, Kendo seemed to be finishing up. Where do we meet after this?”

The girls began to think and Mina snapped her finger “Oh how about our dorms? Plus we could have a sleepover too”

“And a study session” Jiro added making Mina groan

“We probably need to ask Vlad-sensei for permission, but I think he would say yes”

“Good, then we should meet in our dorms”

“Okay Kendo’s here, we’ll head there now”

“Sounds good” Momo said pocketing her phone “How about you senpai, do you want to join us?”

“As much as I want to, I can’t” making Mina and Toru groan “I have a ton of school work to finish, so just keep me updated”

And with that after saying their goodbye’s 2A and Hatsume left the gym. They walked away for a bit and once there was a turn Hatsume spoke up

“Well I guess, this is my stop. It’s been fun” she said splitting off and walking away, she didn’t go far as Ochako spoke

“Don’t you wanna join us?” she smiled making Mei stop and look at the other girls each of them giving their own smiles

“I-I’m invited?” she pointed at herself

“Well duh” Ochako shrugged “Look, I know I kinda hated you back then”

“You hated me?” she asked completely unaware of the brunette's hate, but Ochako just continued completely ignoring and choosing to ignore her question.

“But right now, we’re in love with the same boy and is part of this….family, so like it or not. You’re stuck with us” Ochako finished and the girls looked at Hatsume with smiles on their faces.

“Huh…never had friends like you guys before”

“Well then we’ll be your first!” yelled Mina and decided to hug her pink friend “Welcome to the MidoCult”

“Can’t believe that’s what we’re calling ourselves” Momo sighed

“You got a better idea?” asked Jiro

“DickuCult” Jiro jumped at the sudden voice that came from behind her, turning around they saw Yui and the rest of the 2B girls minus Setsuna and Kendo and Chikuchi Togeike

“No, we are not calling ourselves that” said Ibara rubbing her forehead

“Say where’s Setsuna and Kendo? And also Togeike-san?”

“Togeike said she needed to finish some homework, so she can’t come to the slumber party” said Pony, she then raised a phone “Also Sensei approved of the slumber party, he said Aizawa-sensei will come to the dorms to check on us” the girls nodded

“Our two friends of course we don’t know, they were ahead of us earlier, so they might be there already” said Reiko, the girls nodded and began to walk towards the 2A dorms.

The dorms were in sight but then suddenly some of the bushes ahead of them began to rustle.

Months worth of training began to kick in and they all went to their defensive positions ready to engage whatever comes from the bushes

They blinked seeing Kendo walk out of the bushes and begin to fix her hair and clothes, not noticing the group of girls that was staring at her, Kendo then sighed and grabbed something from the bushes, she then pulled and out came Setsuna Tokage with a dreamy look on her face and wobbly legs, she hugged Kendo and leaned on her for support

“Come one the girls could be here in…any…min…ute” she said as she noticed the girls that were staring at her. She blinked. They blinked. She then chuckled “Uhhh..Hi” she waved and Setsuna just hummed

“Y’know what” Ochako sighed “I’m bi”

“Finally” said Tsuyu, she then grabbed Ochako’s shirt and pulled her in for a kiss. Ochako let out a muffled ‘eep’ completely taken aback by the kiss, Tsuyu then released her and she sighed “I’ve been waiting to do that for months!”

Meanwhile, Ochako was malfunctioning

“Oh, are we kissing each other now? Sweet!” cheered Mei she then grabbed Ochako’s shirt and pulled her in for another kiss, if Ochako’s eyes weren’t wide already, they were completely wide now. Yui was cheering in the background, Ibara had her hands cover her face but she was peeking from time to time, Reiko just stared at the two teens kissing, Pony and Kinoko were also cheering and clapping, Mina and Toru were taking a picture.

Mei pulled away releasing Ochako, who just stared at nothing. Ochako then did what was the most sensible thing she could do right now

She fainted

Luckily Mei caught her “Huh…did I kill her?”

“In a way yes *ribbit*”

“Y’know what?” said Momo rubbing her forehead “Jiro come here” she grabbed the small girl and connected their lips, it was a brief kiss, a quick one but it still made Jiro malfunction, and just like Ochako, she also fainted

“Oh hey guys, what--” the door of the 2A dorms began to open, they turned their heads towards the door and saw none other than Izuku Midoriya, he blinked and quickly noticed the two unconscious women “What happened to them!” he yelled activating his quirk and began to sprint towards them

Let’s just say that they had to think of a good excuse for this one.

Notes:

So yeah decided to put some bi awakenings here.

Sooo....Tsu and Ochako...they're cute, can you blame me? If you got something to say then Bing Bong Bring it on! (And yes that's a markiplier reference)

But in all seriousness, they're going to be in a relationship so might as well spread some love here and there.
If there are any complaints or anything like that then feel free to put it in the comments.

Chapter 20: We're here for you now

Summary:

Class 1A went to a shopping trip, Izuku met some old...friends, girls defended him and they now go to the Hot springs. But Izuku's luck never seems to end as he now face a challenge that he has never faced....Ara ara indeed

Notes:

Ok I just want to clear this up now. This chapter has no relations with any mini series in this fic. Meaning it has no connections with Who took his V, How the 2A girls and 2B girls fell in love with one boy, and everybody wants to hook deku up with someone.

Why am I saying this? Because I did mention Takara Naomi, if you guys don't remember who she is. She is the one that stole Izuku's first kiss in Momo's storytime, I only used her name once more because I needed it in the story and her name just popped up. So again no connection with any of my other chapters.

I hope you enjoy this

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Class 1A had gone through a lot this past year, villain attacks, work studies, villain attacks, internships, rescuing a little girl, a concert, more work studies, and then the whole liberation base thing, almost losing some friends, teachers, and a few good pro heroes. Luckily they all lived with just a few scars and trauma here and there.

All in all, they needed a break.

And with them about to be second years in a few months, they decided to relax, and what better way to relax than a shopping trip to the mall and a trip to the hot springs.

“Come on Deku, let’s check out the food court!”

Izuku blinked, the voice of his best friend snapping him out of his thoughts. They just arrived at the mall and Aizawa-sensei and Midnight-sensei left all of them to their own devices.

“A-ah yeah!” Izuku said jogging up to his friend. Friend. That was something he was sure he would never get, and yet here he was, surrounded by people that he gladly calls his friends.

“Let’s go buy clothes!”

“No, arcade first!”

“How about some window shopping?”

Ah yes, here they were arguing on where to go first. They only had 5 hours in the mall before they go to the hot springs, and 1A is fighting on where to go first, it was decided that they would travel in groups so that if one person was in trouble then the people they were with would come to the rescue. He chuckled at that, knowing that the rule was implemented because of the last time they had a shopping trip.

“How about we split up?” suggested Toru “The only ones fighting here are the boys and the girls, one for clothes shopping and the other wants to go to the arcade”

“Correct, so what if the boys and girls spilt up so that both needs are met” Momo agreed

They all looked at each other and nodded, they were still going in groups so they weren’t exactly breaking the rules or anything.

“So we all meet back here in like…2 hours?” everyone nodded “Great” Momo clapped

“Right!” Iida stood straight then chopped his hand in a specific direction “Men! To the arcades!”

“Hold on” Mina started and leaned in a bit smiling, Kirishima sweated a bit seeing her smile “We might need some help with some bags~” she sang, and just like that all the boys run off only leaving a dust cloud of their shapes. Only Todoroki and Izuku were left behind, Todoroki blinked

“Oh” and just like that he disappeared as well

“Eh?” was what came out of Midoriya a giant question mark appearing on top of his head

“Hey~Midori~”

And that kids, is how I met your mothers….wait that’s a different show.

And that was how Izuku got into the situation he was in now. He was currently carrying 2 boxes in his hands and on his arms were 10 shopping bags each….and they were only an hour in.

As much as he wanted to go to the arcade or go shopping for some hero merchandise, the moment Mina said ‘help’ he just let his body go on autopilot and be the gentleman that his good mother raised him to be.

Guys that he passed along the way gave him sympathetic nods as they paid respect for their fallen brother, right now he and the girls were in a clothing store, he was just sitting on a bench while the girls went around the store picking some clothes that caught their attention.

He sighed and just then Ochako sat beside him

“He-hey Chako-san, you done shopping?” he asked noticing that she wasn’t picking any clothes and just massaged her feet, now that he thought about it he only saw her buy one shirt from the other store.

“Y-yeah, I-I was just browsing, I need to save money as usual” she confessed while scratching her head, although the work studies did provide some allowance, she still insists on saving some and only buying necessities, he agrees and Iida did too, it just pains him a little bit seeing her eyeing things and flinching back. But it was her decision, and he chose to respect it. “How about you?”

“We-well, I’m not really i-interested in cl-clothes, to be honest” he chuckled “Plus my clothes still fit me so it’s no big deal”

Ochako looked at him and then deadpanned “You sure you don’t need a wardrobe change?”

“Come on, it’s not that bad” he gestured at his pun t-shirt and jeans “It’s simple, I like it”

“One of these days Deku, you’re gonna change your wardrobe”

“The day that happens is the day I get a girlfriend” he chuckled, she didn’t answer and just hummed. It was at that moment that the girls returned carrying a handful of clothes, once they paid for their stuff, well Momo paid for all of it, but honestly, they couldn’t say no even if they wanted to, they then decided to go get a snack. They all left to get some ice cream while Izuku stayed at a fountain, they weren’t far, so it was nothing to worry about.

“Wait is that Midoriya?”

That voice…sent shivers down his spine. His eyes widened and his body went stiff as he heard that voice. He turned and saw Takara Naomi, the person who stole his first kiss and also the person that also tormented his childhood. Behind her was his old classmates as well, all of them had a surprised look on their face

“Dude, no way” said a bald-headed guy “Quirkless freak in the flesh!”

“Quirkless? Dude, haven’t you seen the sports festival? He totally wrecked that Todoroki guy”

“While breaking his bones like a dumbass”

“Yo, Midoriya still stalking people with that notebook of yours?” asked Naomi “Bet you still think about our kiss huh?” she said giving him a flying kiss, and laughed and so did the rest of her friends.

He just tuned them out as they laughed, he was used to this, he could even feel the stares of some other people looking at the commotion. He could get punched, stab and be beaten up by villains and he would be fine, but the pain his old classmates were poking was rooted in his soul.

“Why are you alone Midoriya? Have a date?” said a girl with twirls on her hair

“Ew” said Naomi “Who would go on a date with him?”

He opened his mouth to say that he was here with friends, but he was interrupted as a spoonful of ice cream went in his mouth, he blinked, the spoon still in his mouth and looked to his right.

Tsuyu Asui was there staring at him holding two cups of ice cream, one cup was missing a spoon “Got your ice cream *ribbit*” she smiled “Mint chocolate right?” he nodded slowly, she then turned to his old classmates “Who are these guys?”

He removed the spoon and answered “T-they’re…my old classmates back in highschool”

“Really? They seem like jerks to me” she said bluntly, bringing a small smile to Izuku’s face

“Hey, we’re right here y’know!” yelled Naomi “Who are you anyway? His girlfriend?” Izuku chocked on his own spit at that

“And what if I am?” Tsuyu said not missing a beat “Jealous?”

Naomi sputtered “W-w-why would I be jealous?!”

“Cause Izuku’s a great guy” said Jiro who walked towards Izuku while holding her own cup of ice cream “He’s a gentleman, he’s nice, he’s caring, he has a cute face, and he’s hot” she said this with a blush on her face, which Izuku has chosen to ignore

“S-so what?” said the bald-headed guy “He writes these creepy notes in his notebooks, always asking about quirks and whatnot”

“We don’t see a problem with that” said Momo holding 3 cups of ice cream “It shows that he’s passionate about his hobbies and is highly intelligent” she then smirked “Though I don’t blame you for not understanding his notes. It would seem that only intelligent people can read and understand his notes”

“…Did she just call me dumb?”

“Dude, she called us dumb”

“Oh”

“Enough!” shouted Naomi “What are you guys to him anyway?”

“His friends” said Ochako walking to his side “Unlike you jerks, we’re actually his friends, who want to hang out with him, laugh with him, cry with him, fight for him and so much more”

Naomi and her pals just stared at them as they formed a protective circle around Izuku.

Meanwhile, Izuku was just stunned as the girls surrounded him and talked back to his old classmates.

So this is what having friends having your back feels like…

“I think you guys should leave” said Mina “You don’t want this to get ugly”

“I think she’s already there” commented Jiro as the other girls chuckled and so did some bystanders who were listening in

“Why you” Naomi grumbled, dust slowly began to pick up but Mina showed her an ID, not just an ordinary ID, it was her provisional license

“Ah, I wouldn’t do that if I were you” Mina smiled “We’re technically heroes here, and if you use your quirk in public and with the intention of harming someone, we can arrest you” the other girls nodded and Naomi looked at her in shock and her friends gulped. The dust then dropped and Naomi clicked her tongue

“Whatever. I don’t want to waste my time with that freak anyway” she said as she walked away followed by her friends.

After they left Izuku released a breath he didn’t know he was holding and looked at the girls, suddenly someone hugged him from behind

“You okay?” the familiar voice of Toru came to his ears “We kinda stood by because we thought they were your old friends”

“Then she started to insult you and we just couldn’t help ourselves” admitted Tsuyu grabbing his spoon and scooping some of his ice cream

“Y-you guys..did’t hav--” he was interrupted once more as Tsuyu shoved his spoon in his mouth once more

“We wanted to” she stated. He just looked at her and the others, they had smiles on their faces.

He was glad he had friends, he could cry just from the sheer emotion he was feeling right now, scratch that, he was crying right now

“Good thing we bought that inflatable raft”

Not even a moment later they were back on track with their shopping, as a ‘reward’ for helping them shop, they joined Izuku in shopping for some merchandise, he already had some of the contents in the shop, but what surprised him was when came onto the hoodies section

“Wait..are those..”

“Dude they look like your hero costume”

It was true, there was a line of hoodies that looked like Izuku’s hero costume

“Oh those things?” said the clerk “Yeah they’ve been selling like hotcakes these past few weeks. Ever since the kid got popular when he joined the No. 1 hero’s agency and with one of his solo fights” the clerked pressed a button on a remote and the tv that sat beside her played on of his fights, he blushed remembering that specific fight. He was fighting three villains at once, Todoroki and Bakugo left to chase a car that was escaping while Endeavor was fighting a villain in the air, leaving him fighting the guys on the ground. He also started wearing his mask and hoodie more, he remembered Burnin telling him that he looked menacing when he wore it and that would add to the fear factor for the villains, so he decided to keep wearing it…though he did try to stop looking menacing when he was speaking to civilians

Long story short, he fought and captured them, but his hero costume suffered the most leaving his torso open to the world, strangely his hood and mask were left unharmed

“After that, small companies decided to make him some basic merch. Hoodies, shirts, and the likes” explained the clerk

“Is this even legal?” asked Izuku, as far as he knew only Pro Heroes could get merch. The clerk nodded

“Yep. Small companies like HeroWear and Capes can make stuff like these as long as the hero has a license. Though they can’t advertise it and some of the profit that they make needs to be shared with the hero they’re making merchandise to” the clerks clarified “So are you guys buying some or what?”

“O-oh, I’m no-”

“Yes” said all of the girls each of them holding a Deku hoodie and he just stared at them as if was witnessing a murder happening in front of him

“Look Deku” said Ochako, she was holding a kid-sized Deku hoodie “This will look good on Eri!”

Okay, he wasn’t going to lie….that would look good on the adorable unicorn known as Eri.

After they made their purchase they went back to the meeting place, once they were there they saw the guys waiting for them. Iida went to Izuku and apologized for leaving him and gave Izuku an All Might keychain that he exchanged with some of the tickets he won, Todoroki tried to apologize by giving Izuku Endeavour’s credit card in which the green-haired boy instantly refused to accept and just said that he should just buy him some food in the food court as an apology.

And with that they went to the food court and ate, the guys grabbed the boxes to help Izuku out, except for Mineta, he was currently being carried by Sero. They spent the last hours just walking around the mall and buying some things here and there

Before they knew it, it was finally time to meet back with their sensei’s and head to the hot springs.

They boarded the bus and drove off, it was a 3-hour drive and before they knew it was nighttime when they arrived at their destination, Izuku looked up at the name of the establishment

“Misty HotSprings and Resort” he mumbled out

“Yep” said Midnight “The owner was kind enough to invite us to stay for the night free of charge and use the hot springs for free”

“It’s the least we could do” said an elderly voice, the door of the resort opened, and out came an elderly woman with a kind smile on her face “One of your students saved my granddaughter, it’s our way of saying thank you”

“Oh, not to be rude ma’am” asked Sero “but who saved your granddaughter?”

The old woman began to think “Hmm if I remember correctly she said he had green fluffy hair and a green costume, oh and she also said he was glowing” the students and the teachers looked directly at Izuku who just stared at the elderly woman. It didn’t even register to him that he was the reason for this sudden vacation, the only thing he heard was that he was the reason her granddaughter was alive.

He smiled at that, his road to heroism was shining brightly

“And since you’re the only one here with green fluffy hair, I assume it’s you young man?” asked the elderly woman, and Izuku bowed

“Y-yes ma’am”

“Raise your head young man, it’s I who should be bowing but I’m afraid my back wouldn’t be able to help me with that” laughed the elderly “Now, come on in. Just follow the staff so you could get changed”

The inside was beautiful, it wasn’t fancy but it had a traditional look on them. 1A smiled and gawked at the designs and decorations, they were then at the reception desk and the elderly woman spoke up with regret in her tone

“Unfortunately I do have some bad news” said the elderly woman

“And that would be?” asked Aizawa, he might be a tired man who desperately needed sleep, but he was respectable to the elderly

“Due to a fight with some clients last week, we had to implement some rules about the number of people in the hot springs” explained regretfully the elderly woman “As of right now, only 14 guests can enter each hot spring, same goes for the mixed bath”

Aizawa looked at his students. There was a total of 15 of them, and that included him. He could always come in last or not go at all, it was their time to relax after a tiring year so he had no complaints

But Midnight decided to make a decision for him

“Well we only have 7 young women here---” Aizawa coughed at the young woman part and Midnight could feel her eyebrow twitch “And 15 guys, I say Aizawa should go with the students, while one student goes alone in the mixed bath”

“…Why?” Aizawa had a bad feeling about this, but he couldn’t put his finger on it

“Well we can’t actually leave our students behind unsupervised, and with one student being in the mixed bath we can check up on them if need be” explained Midnight with a gentle smile, too gentle for Aizawa’s liking, but he couldn’t find any holes in her logic, so he agreed. He then turned to his students

“Okay so you heard the situation, you boys should vote on who will be put in the mixed bath.”

Izuku blinked at the situation. One student will be left behind? Alone in the mixed bath? That…was something. He shrugged and the boys formed a huge circle. They decided to do a 14-way rock paper scissors game, the loser has to stay in the mixed bath

Hopefully, his luck would let him win.

He sighed as he stared at the empty hot spring in front of him. He lost. And at the first round as well, all 13 of them chose paper and he chose rock, making him lose.

Oh well, he then began to submerge in the water. The hot water made his muscles relax in an instant making him sigh in relief

“This is the life” he sighed out and closed his eyes, he didn’t even notice that someone sat beside him “I wish I could stay like this forever”

“Oh? What about hero work?”

“That can wait until tomorrow..”

“Hmm I agree with you there”

He hummed in content

He opened his eyes and flailed around the water, calming down he looked at the source of the voice.

It was Midnight herself….naked.

“Hey” she smiled

He did the most reasonable thing to do. He looked away “S-s-s-s-sen-sensei, wh-what are you doing here?”

“Oh, I was just going to check up on you, but then I decided to stay for a little bit” she alluringly smiled “Why? Is it a problem?”

“N-No! M-maybye I sho-should get up now” he tried to get up and grab his towel but Midnight reached out and pulled him back in “S-sens-”

“Stay” she said gently “Out of all the students, you’re the only one that pushed the hardest all the time” she then traced his scars “Always risking your life for others” she chuckled “But I guess that just makes you…you”

“Y-yeah. I just can’t help it and just…help” he said still not looking at the other way, he then felt her trace a specific scar

“You got this when you were saving Jiro” she then traced the slight burn mark on his forearm “This one when you saved Yaoyorozu” she then turned him around, he had to remind his eyes to remain up while she traced the slightly large scar on his chest “And this when you saved me” she sadly smiled “Time and time again you go and risk your life for others without a second thought” she sighed “I can’t stop you even if I try, so the only thing that this old woman could do is to make sure you rest” she said cupping some water with her hands and raised it above his head, effectively wetting his hair.

“Y-you’re not that old sensei” he admitted

“Oh well aren’t you a charmer~Would you really go for a woman like me?” she smiled captivatingly, he didn’t answer but he did feel something twitch between his legs, she must have noticed something moved and she looked down and then back to him. He blushed and began to move away, but Midnight was faster as she grabbed his arm and pulled him into a hug. His blush became darker as he felt something soft behind his back, he gasped as he felt her hand on his thigh.

“Ara ara~” she whispered in his ear “What do we have over here?” she hummed and began to rub his thigh “Looks like I have another way to make you relax hero~”

“Can’t believe that only the mixed bath are available”

“I know, hopefully, there aren’t any nasty guys in there”

“Oh quit your whining”

Just then the doors opened, for a moment he thought he was safe and done for but he could feel his eyes jump out of his skull the moment he saw who opened the door

Mandalay stood there clad in only a towel, she blushed and blinked seeing him

She was not alone though

Behind her was Ragdoll and Pixiebob, who winked at him and smiled. A smile that promises that they would be doing something for the entire night.

Behind them was Ryukyu who was surprised to see him and Midnight in such a…compromising position

Miruko was there too and she was grinning like a maniac…Oh yeah, there was this one time she chased him demanding he gives her his babies…would he be able to run in this position

Uwabami just stood there with her hair down looking at him up and down and nodding approvingly.

Mount Lady was just shocked and was intimating a fish out of water.

Then another blonde woman came to view

“Oh hey there fam” Camie Utsushimi stood there naked, her towel was on her shoulders. What was she doing here? “Thanks for saving me by the way” Ah…she was the granddaughter of that nice young elderly woman.

….What was his luck today?

“Izuku is that you?” said a woman, walking to view was Mitsuki Bakugo, mother of his childhood friend and a woman who was also clad in just a towel “What are you doing here?”

“…Fuck me” he muttered, he gasped as he felt a hand squeeze his thigh

“Oh don’t worry” whispered Midnight “We will~”

Notes:

And that's a wrap!

I'll be honest....halfway in making the hot sprint part, I actually thought of making this somewhat the prequel to how 2a and 2b girls, but then I would be restricting myself too much with the story I established in that story. So I decided to fully commit to making this just separate from the other series that I made.

Will there be a continuation? You bet your ass there will be a continuation (Depends really if you guys want one :b), although it would just be smut to be completely honest, not all, but a lot of smut

So I guess that's it. See ya guys in the next chapter :)

Chapter 21: Everyone wants to hook Deku up with Someone part 3

Summary:

Izuku's whole week is just full of people trying to get him together with someone. Momona gets jealous, Izuku goes on 3 dates? What! Run Izuku...Monday is coming...

Notes:

And we are now back with this continuation, I honestly forgot what I was going to say here. Been to stressed with my thesis to actually focus on this one. Might Edit this if I got enough energy

I do have a question...in the end notes.

Had to remove some tags to make room for the new additions T_T

So I hope you guys enjoy this one :)

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Present Mic gives Jiro a hand on her love life

Hizashi Yamada aka Present Mic, was one hell of a hero. Not only was he a pro hero but he also had a radio show, not only that he was a teacher at UA university alongside his friends.

Oh yeah, there was the principal too…..yeah

Anyway, in his years of teaching, he always sees the same thing each time, and Midnight agrees with him.

Young Love

And he was staring at it right now.

His class was doing an activity he gave them, giving him an excuse to look at them.

Of course Midoriya, Yaoyorozu, Jiro, Bakugo, and Todoroki were done. They were his best students when it comes to English.

But that wasn’t what got his attention.

It was how Jiro kept stealing glances at Midoriya. It was subtle, if you weren’t paying attention to her she wouldn’t be noticed.

But he noticed.

Screw what the other professors say about their vote on who will Midoriya end up with. IzuJiro for the win!

And he was going to be the one to give them a little bit of push.

“Okay younglings, time’s up” he heard multiple groans and slam from his students “Before we end our class I have a small project for all of you” more groans “You kids are going to make a short movie” this got their attention “The topic would be!” he then wrote something on the board and he could hear the squeals of some people “Romance!” he could see Ashido vibrating in her seat, Yaoyorozu was interested and Toru was also slightly vibrating, the rest had a normal look on their face, well except for Midoriya who was very nervous

“Let me continue!” this got them to quiet down “You all will be grouped in pairs, you may be paired with the same gender or you may not. The goal of this project is to create a short movie while speaking in English” this got groans to some “I took the liberty to choose your partners last night randomly” they were not random at all “Okay here are your partners!”

There was a hologram in front of them, as much as he wanted to take note of the reactions of the rest of the students, he was just focusing on one pair

Midoriya and Jiro, this got a blush from the both of them, while some glared at the girl. He smirked, this would give them the push they needed

It was only a matter of time before they get together.

And when that happens, he will happily teabag Aizawa

 

Monoma proves that 1B is better

Despite what many people think. Neito Monoma was an angel, he wouldn’t hurt anyone for the sole reason of hurting them. No. He was a true hero to heart, and would never disgrace anybody

Except for 1A, they can all go to hell and be turned into little shits for all he cares.

1B was better. He even has a T-shirt that has ‘1B RULES, 1A SUCKS!’ written on it.

And now he hears a rumor that Midoriya from 1A has captured the hearts of every damn female in school? This was unacceptable

What was more unacceptable was the fact that there was no mention of 1B. He’s going to change that

How?

Well, he’s going throw every damn female member of 1B at Midoriya.

That will teach 1A that 1B is superior.

And what better to start than the class representative, Itsuka Kendo.

The plan was simple. Talk badly about Izuku’s lack of fighting style, Kendo will knock him out and offer to teach Midoriya a few fighting styles here and there, and boom! A perfect date for the two.

Monoma smiled as he carried his tray, he then saw Midoriya with his group of friends and he smirked starting his plan right away.

He hit Midoriya with his elbow “Oh sorry about that, your big head got in the way” he remarked “Although it’s so weak of you to not have a fighting style huh Midoriya? Clearly us having Kendo is luc-ACK!” and right on cue Kendo chopped his neck, he has grown accustomed to it so he was barely conscious. He couldn’t do anything but he could hear the conversation

“Sorry about that Midoriya” he heard Kendo chuckle “I don’t know what got into him”

“I-It’s a-alright Kendo-san. He-he is right though, I don’t have a fighting style”

“Want me to teach you?” he could imagine her having a blush after that…did she have a crush? No…well she would if this plan would be successful, but she wouldn’t have a crush early on…right?

Problems for another day.

“I-I don’t w-want to be a bother to you” he heard Midoriya stutter ‘Foolish 1A, don’t you see the kindness she is giving? Damn you!’

“I-it’s not really a bother Midoriya, plus you could be my sparring partner. That way, we both benefit from this”

“O-Okay!”

“Well then” he felt her drag him away “See you after school!”

“Se-see ya”

Plan successful!

All he had to do now was to keep going.

The next day he decided that Yui was next.

Honestly, hers would be simple. He has come to learn that she was…what’s the word Setsuna used? Thirsty. Yeah, that was it.

She was thirsty, and coincidentally she was thirsty for Izuku. So all he had to do was to push her to the right moment to unleash her thirst.

And what do you know, today was the day because Midoriya was doing his morning jogs. Shirtless. And he was sweaty. And Kodai was on the couch.

“Hey isn’t that Midoriya” he saw her twitch “Shirtless?” she pressed herself on the window.

And he would forever regret the next words that would come out of his mouth. But a small price to pay for salvation.

“Man you could lick those sweat of his” he shuddered as said that, but the result was evident as she rushed outside and began to chase Midoriya, the boy only saw her for a brief second but something told him that a girl with glowing eyes and hunger in them spells only bad for his health, so he decided to do the most logical thing there is.

Run

Monoma cheered as he saw Midoriya run away from Yui.

Oh but Monoma didn’t stop there, as soon as lunch was over he went to Pony.

He heard that Midoriya somehow got the attention of an American and he was good in English, not as good as Monoma but good nonetheless.

It was simple enough, just say to Pony that Midoriya was good in English and off she goes. She did have a blush on her face though, he just shrugged let it be.

3 down 4 more to go.

Next up is Kinoko Komori and hers were….slightly difficult, but not impossible.

It was hard to find something that she and Midoriya would like…well that was until she mumbled being a fan of Hawks.

Now correct him if he was wrong, but he remembers that Midoriya had notes about pro heroes and his classmates, surely there was a note about Hawks or info about Hawks.

He asked a favor on Tetsutetsu to ask the red-haired copycat to ask Midoriya if he had info about Hawks, and sure enough, the green-haired brat had, not one, not two, and not even three! He had 5 notebooks filled with notes about Hawks

And once he heard it he just said it out loud “Oh so Midoriya from 1A had notes about Hawks huh?”

“Uhh yeah dude, that’s what I just said” Tetsutetsu said looking at him weirdly, but he didn’t care. He cheered when he saw Kinoko walk out of the dorms

3 more!

Strangely enough, Ibara was way too easy.

“Is Midoriya holding a bible?” true to his word, Midoriya was by himself sitting under a shade

“WHERE?!” Ibara screamed her head whipping towards Monoma’s direction, he gulped and just pointed. Next thing he knew she ripped the doors out of their hinges and marched to Midoriya, who seeing her wanted to run, but was stopped by the vines that covered him from head to toe

He almost felt bad…almost

The only ones that were left were Setsuna and Reiko, and he had no idea how he was going to get them to notice Midoriya.

He scratched his head as he walked down the stairs, reaching the common room he raised his eyebrow noticing Setsuna on the couch all red in the face, hugging a pillow and sighing dreamily.

“What’s with her?” he asks and Kaibara walked out of the kitchen holding a plate of…color-changing curry?

Tetsutetsu’s cooking he presumed

“Oh she was like that after talking to Midoriya earlier” answered Kaibara, the mere mention of Midoriya’s name made Setsuna sigh dreamily “Don’t know why though”

That man dared to talk to his classmate like that?! How dare him! Although this does mean that she was now attracted to him in some way making some progress with his goal, but still! How dare he!

Days have passed and he couldn’t think of anything to make Reiko notice Midoriya. Grabbing his tray he walked to his classmates but was stopped by a voice

“Copy-cat Bitch” someone grunted, looking to his left Monoma saw the disgusting face of Bakugo

“What do you want 1A?”

“I see you’re having trouble with getting that ghost girl to notice the nerd” Bakugo smirked

 

Bakugo enters the scene and helps Monoma?!

“That’s none of your business 1A” Bakugo just smirked and sat down on a table, Monoma followed suit

“Watch and learn shitface” Bakugo cracked his knuckles and grabbed his carton of milk and proceeded to put it under the table, Monoma raised his eyebrow and looked under the table, his eyes widen as he saw Bakugo subtly spilling the milk.

“Making a mess? Classic 1A, don’t even know the importance of--”

“Shut it”

Monoma grumbled, but then noticed that Midoriya was on the table next to them, he then heard Reiko’s voice behind him, she was talking with Kendo, not noticing the spilled milk on her path

And just then….everything connected

“You sly--” he was interrupted as he heard Reiko yelped, slipping on the spilled milk and tossing the contents of her tray in the air.

She was about to fall, only for Midoriya to catch her, grabbing her waist with one arm and the other catching her tray and with one smooth motion, he caught. Every. Single. Food. And a carton of milk.

“Are you alright Yanagi-san?” Midoriya asked her, still holding her waist while Yanagi was just blinking with a huge blush on her face “Yanagi-san?”

“O-oh, yes I’m fine Mi-Midoriya” Midoriya smiled and Monomo could have sworn that Reiko’s blush got even darker, he helped her stand and gave her back her tray, and with that Kendo, who was staring blankly at a smiling and blushing Reiko walked away and went to their own table.

Bakugo was just smirking at Monoma, Monoma just scoffed “Fine that worked, but…” Monoma smirked “You just made 1B the talk of the school, with the whole 1B girls with Midoriya, the attention will be on us” Monoma finished with a triumphant grin on his face.

Then Bakugo coughed “You sure about that shit head” he pointed behind him. It was a miracle in itself that Midoriya and his friends didn’t hear them.

Wait…

He looked at Midoriya’s table and was shocked to see that, no he wasn’t sitting with his friends, rather he was sitting with a blonde woman with glasses, a pink-haired girl with goggles, a blue-haired woman who looked a bit older than them, a plain-looking girl with pigtails, and….Midnight and Ms. Joke?

He could feel his jaw drop just staring at them, and his eye twitch when he saw Midoriya feed the pink-haired girl.

“If you can top that” Bakugo said munching on his sandwich “Then go ahead, I’m just enjoying my peace and quiet” he said with an odd calm look on his face

“You’ll see” Monoma grumbles, biting on his sandwich with the foil still on it

 

Kaminari gets cold feet on a date and begs Izuku to go on his stead

“Dude please!” Kaminari bowed in front of Midoriya, said boy just sighed and shooked his head.

“Ka-kaminar-san, why should I go?” It was Friday and luckily no school, so the class just decided to chill in the dorms, well that was until Kaminari decided to drop a bombshell that he got matched in an online dating app and he had a date today, the bad news was that he was too afraid to go.

“Because…I may have…used your info on the app..” he what now? “I have two accounts!” Kaminari yelled standing straight and opening the app “My first account is my real account with my info” he grimaced as he showed that there were no matches in his account, then he showed another account “My second is well…yours with--”

“My information” Izuku massaged his forehead “Show me” and Kaminari did, showing the app with his info on it.

Name: -SSSHHH-

Age: 19 – 20

Gender: Male

Likes: Heroes, Quirks, All Might, Katsudon, cooking, baking,…

Occupation: Student

Izuku blinked at the information that was there “Why is the name ‘SSSHHH’?”

“Oh the app, doesn’t let you put your name there, it’s a mystery until you two decide to meet or you say it in your messages” Izuku nodded and stared at the picture he chose. It was just him working out shirtless, he cringed at the amount of sweat he had making his shirt cling on to him, Kaminari did put a white box to block his face so he wouldn’t actually be recognized easily by anyone, he balked at the number of people that liked him

“It’s over 9,000?!” Izuku yelled feeling his jaw drop

“Y-yeah…I was shocked too”

“How many people did you talk?!” Izuku panicked feeling his soul start to leave out of his body

“Just one!” Kaminari frantically opened a few tabs and showed him a picture of a young woman with light blue hair who had her back facing the camera while she was staring at the sunset “I accidentally liked her back last week and I agreed to a date today!” he then bowed again “Please dude I’m begging you, I’ll do anything!”

Izuku sighed feeling tired and it was only 9 am!

He needs a nap

 

-Hero Course Faculty Dorms-

Aizawa slowly sat up, feeling as if he just connected with someone and that someone deserves a passing score in the next exam.

-Back at the 1A Dorms-

Izuku put his thumb under his chin and began to think.

He could just ignore this, it wasn’t his problem. He wouldn’t be blamed for this nor would he be in trouble

Then an angel version of him appeared on his right shoulder “No Midoriya, you shouldn’t think like that! Are you really going to leave that girl waiting?”

Then a small version of him in his hero suit appeared on his left shoulder “He’s right, a true hero shouldn’t let a woman down. And meddling when you don’t need to is the epitome of being a hero!”

Then a mini All Might poof on his head “That’s right Young Midoriya, while it is not your business and you have a choice to ignore this, it is not heroic to make a lady cry!” the mini All Might floated in front of him “Would you make a lady cry Young Midoriya?”

“No sir!” Izuku saluted

“Then go Young Midoriya! Capture this women’s heart! Bed her! And wear protection!”

“Yes sir!” the small versions of him and All Might’s vanished

“Dude are you okay?” asked Kaminari looking concerned for his friend

“O-oh” Izuku faltered a bit, realizing he wasn’t alone “Y-yeah, I just had to think” Izuku coughed “Anyway fine, I’ll go” Kaminari cheered “But…” Kaminari flinched “As punishment, you have to do two things”

Kaminari sighed “Fine, I guess I do deserve it. What is it?”

“First you have to delete the account that has my info on it” Kaminari nodded and pressed delete on an account, showing Izuku the notification that an account was deleted, not really noticing which account was deleted “Good, now second” Izuku used blackwhip to grab something from the kitchen “For a month you have to add this to every dish you eat” Izuku smiled and showed Kaminari a bottle, but no ordinary bottle, it was Bakugo’s homemade hot sauce. The only people that can withstand this were Bakugo and his family, and Izuku and his mom.

“Dude! I’ll die!” Kaminari tried to reason with him “Todoroki breathed fire at some point when he tasted that, I won’t survive a month!”

“Fine” Izuku sighed and gave Kaminari a gentle smile “4 and a half weeks”

“Deal!” they shook hands

 

-Hero Course Faculty Dorms-

Ectoplasm slowly looked up, feeling disappointment in his veins on a particular student.

 

-Back with Izuku a couple of hours later-

After the whole thing with Kaminari, Izuku asked Kaminari what he and the girl talked about. It was not much, Kaminari tried his best to keep Izuku’s character on while they were chatting, eventually, the girl asked to meet and he said yes.

Now he was waiting on a bench, tapping his foot in nervousness.

Izuku has never been on a date before, heck he hasn’t been on a date ever! Let alone kiss someone, and yet here he was going with someone he has never met…on a date…just the two of them…

‘Get yourself together Midoriya!’ he chastised himself ‘You’ll explain to her what happened and see where it goes from there’ That was his plan, it was unfair for the girl to go on a date with someone she never actually talked to, she talked with Kaminari, not him. So he decided to tell her the truth and see where it goes from there. If he gets slapped on the face, then it is what it is, so all he had to do now was wait.

And wait he did

He waited a bit more

And a bit more

Izuku looked at his watch and saw that his date was two hours late

Maybe he got stood up? Well Kaminari wouldn’t be worried now, because the girl wasn’t genuine at all

‘Maybe I should just go…’

“Excuse me are you my date?!” said a female voice making him jump, he looked in the direction of the voice and saw a young woman with light blue hair, she was wearing an aqua-colored turtle neck sweater, black jeans, and some flats. She had her hands on her knees as she took huge gulps of air, she must have run to here “S-sorry if I’m super late, a villain hijacked my train and it took some time to arrest him and get the train in working order” she chuckled as she scratched her cheek, she opened her eyes and Izuku instantly recognized her

“Y-yo-you’re Sirius!” he gushed as he fished out his notebook “Can I get your autograph?” he had stars in his eyes and Sirius giggled

“Well you did say you were a hero nerd” this made him blush “Don’t worry about it, I think it’s cute” she grabbed his notebook and looked at his notes “Oh wow, this is good” she said amazed at his notes “You’re right in some points” she smiled and signed his notebook and gave it back to him “Can we sit for a moment? I’m exhausted”

“O-oh sure!”

They then sat there for a couple of minutes just listening to the busy chatter of the street. While she was relaxing, Izuku was contemplating how to approach this situation.

How can he just tell her that he wasn’t who she was talking to in those past messages?

Like what, oh hey by the way the person you were talking to when we matched, wasn’t me. It was my friend who thought it was funny to make an account with my info and accidentally liked you back.

Was that what was he gonna say?

“You should”

Why sho—

Izuku snapped his head in her direction and saw her smiling gently at him. Did he just…said that out loud?

“Yes, and you’re still talking out loud” she giggled making him blush. Izuku just sat there awkwardly scratching his head “Hey don’t feel guilty, I already knew” Izuku raised his eyebrows “It was subtle though, as time went on, when ‘we’ chatted it felt like you were trying way too hard to be someone else” she explained and he just listened “You would slip up here and there and try to emphasize something. And then when I said that we should meet up, ‘you’ took way too long to answer me” she smiled and tucked her hand under her chin “I’m honestly surprised that you showed up, while I was fighting the villain, the only thing that I thought was ‘Is this guy even worth it’ or ‘If I get stood up, I’m gonna drown that fucker’, y’know things like that”

Izuku gulped, glad that he did come after all

“So what I propose is this” she sat up properly “Why don’t we hang out today and actually know each other for real”

Izuku stared at her for a moment contemplating her words, finding them genuine he smiled “I-I would like that” he put out his hand for a shake “I’m Midoriya Izuku”

“I’m --”

*BOOM!*

Suddenly a store 8 feet away from them exploded and out came the smoke and fire were three robbers carrying a few bags

A Hero’s work is never done.

“Nevermind” Sirius sighed and turned to Izuku “Guess we have--” she stopped herself seeing Izuku glowing with a few lighting bursting out of him, already wearing his gloves, and went on a runner’s position

“Time to go to work” and just like that he was off, ready to save the people in the store and beat up some robbers

Sirius clicked her tongue while smiling “That guy..” she got up and strapped in her earpiece and ran after him

All in all, the date went well

 

Eri got Bubble Girl to be her temporary Mama

Bubble Girl plopped on her bed exhausted after a hard day at work.

The interns needed so much handholding!

Good thing Mirio was back, he kept them in line, and by inline meaning them being unconscious on the ground clutching their stomachs then yes, he kept them in line

She was so excited about her day off tomorrow

She could sleep in, eat some snacks, watch her favorite series, go on a date with Izuku, watch some more—

Her eyes snapped open

Her date…

With Izuku…was tomorrow.

She screamed as she sat up holding her face with her hands, feeling her face burn up

She completely forgot about her date

‘Wait…date?!’

It wasn’t a date! It was just two friends hanging out…in an amusement park…alone…yeah.

Suddenly she heard her phone give off a notification, she opened it and blushed to see a message from Izuku, the message reads ‘Hey…about tomorrow’ she raised her eyebrow at this ‘Does he want to cancel? I wouldn’t blame him though’ she did feel her heartache at that, but she decided to toughen it up, she then began to type a reply

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Bubble Girl

Yeah? Do you want to cancel?

Deku

NO!

I still want to go…

It’s just that…

Bubble Girl

Yeah?

Deku

It’s Eri…I can’t find a babysitter for her

Everyone in 1A is busy tomorrow and Aizawa is off on a mission

The Big 3 is busy as well, none of the staff here in UA can help me T_T

So I was wondering….

Bubble Girl

What is it? Out with it Deku or I’ll tell Mirio about that photo you took

Deku

Please don’t

And I was wondering if…Eri could come with us?

I know I promised that it was just the two of us, but I can’t leave her alone

Please?

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Eri will be coming with them?

That cute little adorable unicorn will be coming with them?

Hell yeah!

How was she going to say no to that, the only way she could be if she hated Eri and she didn’t. She loved that little child and anyone who make her cry gets a punch in the face

‘Not only that, but they would be a little family’ a random thought stated and made her blush. She decided to just type an answer

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Bubble Girl

Sure I don’t see a problem bringing her along

Deku

Thanks

Bubble Girl

No problem, as long as I get to hug that little child then we’re all good :D

Deku

Haha, will do.

Guess who’s excited for tomorrow

-Deku has sent a pic of Eri with a huge smile on her face and was hugging a pillow-

Bubble Girl

Congrats. You killed me with cuteness

Deku

Haha, see you tomorrow.

Good night

Bubble Girl

Good night

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She put down her phone and sighed dreamily. She couldn’t wait until tomorrow

And before she knew it, tomorrow finally came and the time for her date has come.

Kaoruko Awata was waiting patiently at a bench on Dagobah beach, the amusement park a few blocks away from her. She was wearing a black off-shoulder crop top, brown jeans, and some heels.

She then looked up hearing footsteps and sure enough, Izuku was walking towards her with Eri on his side

“Hey” he waved and Eri greeted her with a small ‘Hi’, she smiled at the little girl “Did you wait long?”

“Not really, I just got here” she then pointed at the amusement park “So shall we?”

“Yep”

Everything was a blur after that, they went onto some rides and even rode the carousel at one point, she now has a cute picture of Eri smiling brightly while holding tight on the bar.

Izuku even won some games for her and Eri.

All in all, it was a good day for them.

Eri got comfortable around her, to the point she lets her hold her hand.

Right now Bubble Girl was holding Eri’s left hand and Izuku was holding Eri’s right hand. They looked like a happy family.

Fine, she wanted a family…preferably with Izuku, can you blame her?

“Papa, what’s that?” Eri released her hand and pointed at a stand. A cotton candy stand.

“That’s a cotton candy stand, they sell Cotton candy Eri” Izuku explained

“Cotton candy?”

“Close, but yes. It’s like this sweet cloud that melts in your mouth when you eat it” he smiled at her “Want to try it?” the little girl nodded and basically dragged the two of them to the stand making Izuku and Awata chuckle

“3 cotton candy please” Izuku said reaching for his wallet but Awata just slapped his head lightly “Wha?”

“You paid for the rides earlier, let me pay for this” she said reaching for her wallet and giving some bills to the elder lady manning the stand.

“But--”

“Shush” she said pointing at him, Eri then copied her and pointed at him too “See even she agrees” she said ruffling the little girl's hair making her giggle.

“Fine” he sighed and grabbed the offered treat and gave one to Eri, who began to eat her treat with joy.

“Young lady” Awata looked at the old woman, who gave her a kind smile “I just wanted to say that you two are doing well with the whole young parent's thing” Awata blushed “Keep it up” the old woman gave her a thumbs up and Awata just nodded and walked towards Izuku

“Hey, wanna go to a few more stalls and call it a day?”

“Sure, I have no problem with that”

After an hour of walking they decided to end their date, Eri was sleeping in Izuku’s arms, the little girl was clutching lightly on Izuku making her giggle at the sight, they then walked to the train station to get Izuku and Eri back to UA

And a few minutes later the train came and no one came out.

“So…this is our train”

“Yep”

“Wanna come with us?”

Why did she say yes?

Why was she here?

Bubble Girl was inside the 1A dorms common room with Eri quietly watching television and Izuku cooking dinner.

They were alone

The rest of 1A either went home to their families or were stuck in their work studies. Either way, it was only the two of them here.

Sure she didn’t have work tomorrow, so she could technically stay…but why was she here?

She looked at Izuku and sighed and got up from the couch “Need some help?”

“Not really, could you set up the table though? This is about to be done anyway” she nodded and did just that. Putting some plates for him, her, and Eri.

“Okay dinner’s ready!” and with that, the three of them ate in peace with Eri occasionally telling a few stories here and there, and Awata having to wipe a few stains on Eri’s cheek. Dinner was done and Izuku was doing the dishes

“You could have let me do the dishes”

“Well you’re a guest, so I’m not gonna do that”

“Mama” came the voice of the little girl “Can you help me take a bath?”

“Sure sweetie” she smiled and scooped her up and began to playfully sniff her “Phew! You stink!”

Eri giggled “No I don’t”

She then walked to the girl's section of the bath

“I’ll bring you two some change of clothes!” Izuku yelled from the kitchen and Awata just yelled out thanks.

Awata was washing Eri’s hair making sure to scrub the roots of her hair, she even used her quirk for Eri to playfully pop. Izuku knocked on the door and told them there was some change of clothes outside, both girls yelled out thanks, and once they were done Awata dried Eri off and then herself and walked out.

Seeing the clothes, she dressed Eri up in her clothes, after that she then dressed herself with clothes Izuku gave her. Which were just some joggers and a T-shirt that has ‘Sleepwear’ written on it.

They walked out and saw Izuku watching television, she hit him on the head “Your turn stinky” Eri then playfully hit Izuku and also called him stinky

Izuku sighed in defeat and walked to take his own shower.

Awata and Eri then sat on the couch and watched television

Ten minutes later and Izuku walked out of the shower looking fresh while wearing some shorts and a plain black t-shirt.

He sat on the couch, putting Eri in the middle and they just watched television

Izuku and Awata’s eyes widen

‘Did she just call her/me Mama?!’

“Eri…” Izuku started slowly, the girl looked at him with joy in her eyes. Did he really have the heart to break her heart…he has to…her heart will get even more broken if he decided to lie to her. “Awata-san…isn’t…your Mama”

“I know”

“She’s--” he blinked at his daughter “You…know?”

“Yeah” the little girl nodded “I know that she isn’t my actual…mama like you are as my papa” she then scooted closer to Awata “But she takes care of me, makes me smile, she’s nice…like you” Izuku could feel his heart swell with pride and joy “So…for today, she’s my Mama” she smiled at Awata who blushed and felt this overwhelming feeling of…motherhood

Izuku blinked and looked at Awata “I mean…if that’ okay for her I guess”

She looked at Izuku and then at Eri.

Honestly…who could say no to that cute face

“Well I guess I’m your Mama now” she said hugging the little girl, she then looked at Izuku and with a blush on her face “Hear that Midoriya? I’m her Mama for today, that means you’re my husband. You better take responsibility” Izuku blushed while Eri just yelled ‘Reshonshibiwity!’

Izuku and Awata just chuckled at that.

Welp looks like they were a family now.

Just for today

And before they knew it, the next day came.

“You two should go on a date!”

Well, that’s one way to start a morning.

How did all of this start…well it started when Izuku woke up this morning at about 5:30 am as usual. He was surprised as he found Awata on his bed, fully clothed mind you, and Eri in the middle. The little girl was being hugged by the blue-skinned girl who had a smile on her face.

He blinked seeing this, but shrugged remembering last night, he got up and prepared for his morning jog. He greeted Iida who was also going for his morning jog, he said good morning to Momo who was enjoying her tea, and he greeted Bakugo who had his usual scowl on his face.

After his jog, he went back to his room, to find Eri sitting up, still sleepy but awake nonetheless. Wiping off the rest of his sweat he picked her up and went back downstairs for breakfast.

He decided to make some waffles for breakfast and with the extra person in his room, he decided to increase his batch.

Even though he was cooking right now, his mind was elsewhere.

Today was the day that he, Endeavour, and a group of underground heroes would come together and defeat an organization that was selling highly dangerous drugs. It was rumored that there were about 100 villains in the drug den that had huge amounts of strength in them, from what he was told 5 of those villains were of the same strength as Muscular. He shuddered thinking that.

He was told that this would be his second big operation to take part in, as much as they wanted to take the students out of it, Izuku was the only one that had the strength, experience, and quirk to do it. Aizawa agreed with this, although reluctantly. All Might also agreed and recommended him, the principal sat him down and said to him that he had a choice to not go and both his teachers emphasized that as well.

But he wanted to.

Because that was what heroes do.

He finished the last batch of waffles and smiled seeing his classmates wolf down their breakfast, Momo and Ochako were taking turns taking care of Eri.

“Hm? What’s that extra waffles for?” asked Kaminari staring at the extra waffles he made

“Oh? Are you going on a cheat day Deku?” Ochako tilted her head

“No it’s for--” just then Awata decided to walk down the stairs still wearing the clothes he lent her. “Good morning Awata-san”

“Morning” she yawned out, his classmates just stared at her and Mineta had bloodshot eyes. Ochako felt her jaw drop seeing the shirt Awata was wearing

“Morning Mama!” Eri greeted and the girls in the room froze.

“Morning sweetie~” she said kissing the little one on top of her head, she then saw the empty seat with the waffles “Oh is that mine?”

“Yep” he sat down and chew on his waffles, Awata sat next to him and ate the waffles. Everyone was silent as they watched the two, the girls could feel jealousy and rage slowly bubbling up but they forced themselves to calm down.

Some people though, with the name Mineta had other ideas

“MIDORIYA!” the boy screamed making Izuku choke a bit “HOW DID YOU SCORE A HOTTIE LIKE HER?!”

Izuku sputtered realizing that his friends had no idea who Awata was, said girl was blushing realizing that they weren’t actually alone

“Sh-she’s a friend from my old work studies!”

“OH YEAH?!” the midget then slammed his fists on the table, luckily he wasn’t strong enough to move anything “THEN WHY IS SHE WEARING YOUR CLOTHES THEN?!”

“She stayed the night! I just let her borrow some clothes!”

“Mineta cease this foolishness at once!” Iida said yelling and chopping his hands “We have guests, so be polite!” he then turned to Awata “Nice to meet you, Miss, I’m Tenya Iida the class representative of this class!”

“N-nice to meet you” Awata chuckled

“I have a question” said a set of floating clothes “Why did Eri call her Mama? Are you two dating or…”

Before Awata or Izuku could answer, Eri beat them to it.

“Because she and Papa took me to an amusement park yesterday” she cheerfully answered “And she took care of me as Papa did!”

It was at this point that the girls went catatonic and the guys froze, except for Bakugo who had an oddly calm look on his face

“So…” Sero started “They went on a date?”

Izuku could feel the eyes of 6 women on him and something told him to lock his doors and windows later when he comes home.

With breakfast out of the way and a few minutes later, Awata was at the doorstep slipping on her heels ready to go home. Izuku promised to walk her to the gates.

“Bye Mama” Eri said a bit sad and Awata smiled

“Be good okay?” she ruffled Eri’s hair and kissed it making the little girl giggle

“So shall we?” Awata asked looking at Izuku

“Yep” he put on his signature red shoes and looked at Eri “Go and get ready, Kota and Mandalay should be here in an hour or so” the little girl nodded and he looked at Momo “Can you help her get ready?” the girl blushed but nodded taking Eri’s hand and walked to the showers. And just like that Izuku and Awata were outside.

They walked to the gates in peaceful silence, the sound of their shoes hitting the pavement was the only sound that was heard between them.

“So…what’s your plan for today?” Awata asked starting the conversation

“Have some work to do, Me and some pros are headed to stop a drug den” he looked at the time on his phone “I have to get dressed in about 2 hours”

Awata nodded. It wouldn’t be the first time he would go on a dangerous mission “Just be safe”

Izuku chuckled “Can’t promise that, I’ll try not to break some of my bones”

“You better” she pinched his cheeks “I don’t want to hear in the news that a student got gravely injured”

“I won’t I wont”

They were now at the entrance and the both of them stared at the huge gates

“I had fun yesterday. Thanks” she said

“No problem, we should hang out more” he said absentmindedly, he blushed as he realized what he just said “I-I-I-I mean--”

*Chu*

He was stopped as Awata leaned in and kissed his cheek making his mind go on a force reboot.

“I would like that” Awata smiled “See ya” and with that, she walked away and headed to the train station leaving Izuku there staring at nothing

“Midoriya” said a female voice snapping him awake, he went face to face with Shino Sosaki aka Mandalay “Are you alright?”

He blinked realizing that he was standing there and staring at nothing for over half an hour

“Y-yeah I was just...thinking”

Shino raised her eyebrow at that but decided to nod nonetheless

“Hey Deku” greeted the little boy and Izuku smiled as he crouched down

“Hey there Kota, how are you?”

“Fine” he then smiled “Hey can you go out wi--” Shino then covered his mouth her hand

“Where’s Eri?” she immediately asks and Izuku raised his eyebrow but decided to let it go

“Oh she’s still in the dorms getting ready” he said as he stood up “Come on I’ll walk you two to the dorms” He picked Kota up and put him on his shoulders, the kid just sat there gripping his hair slightly.

Shino seeing this only had one thought as they walked to the dorms ‘He does make a good father’

“OH COME ON!” screamed the purple-haired midget as Izuku and Mandalay walked inside the dorms “YOU LEFT WITH HOTTIE EARLIER AND NOW YOU COME BACK WITH A HOT MIL--”

He didn’t finish his rant as Tsuyu began to cover him with tape and hung him upside down. “Sato-san, help me tie this”

“S-sure”

Izuku chuckled nervously “S-sorry about that, we kinda get a bit…rowdy in here”

“He’s still at it again” Kota grumbled staring at Mineta

“His heart is in the right place…somewhere” Izuku tried to defend his…classmate

“Hello” greeted a little voice, Izuku turned and had to keep himself upright as he saw Eri wearing a black striped T-shirt with pink overalls over it.

“Hello there Eri, my name is Shino and this is Kota” Mandalay introduced while giving a gentle smile. She looked at Izuku “So when are you leaving?”

“Oh I was just about to--” suddenly his phone rang, fishing it out he saw that it was a call from his sensei. “Hold on, I got to take this” he said excusing himself outside

“Sure thing, Kota why don’t you and Eri talk for a bit” the boy nodded and introduced himself to the little girl

Meanwhile, Izuku was outside talking to his sensei

“Yes, Aizawa-sensei?”

“Midoriya” came the voice of his sensei “You remember the operation later?”

Izuku’s features turned serious “Yes sir, I was just about to get ready”

“Yeah…about that”

In Aizawa’s location, he was busy staring at a pile of rubble and some police handcuffing and dragging a couple of villains

“I don’t think it’s necessary for you to get involved”

“Wh..what do you mean sensei?” Izuku was confused now, by the way his sensei told him that it almost feels like he was witnessing bullshit to some degree

“Long story short problem child is that the villains that had the strength of Muscular got into a fight with each other and then accidentally opened some gas, coincidentally there was a villain there with an active fire and then boom…they took the whole hideout and every villain is unconscious”

Izuku stared blankly as he digest the story “But…what about the drugs sir?”

“They’re here as well. We have about 10 crates of drugs all accounted for”

Izuku just stared blankly not really knowing what to say

“Enjoy your weekend Midoriya”

And just like that his sensei ended the call while he just stood there making no movements at all.

He should be glad right? Yeah he should be…then why does it feel…empty

He sighed and just walked back to the dorms. He now has another problem

How was he going to explain this to Mandalay?

Once he was inside, he was treated with the sight of Eri and Kota playing video games and Mandalay was just chatting with the girls.

Might as well get this over with

“Sosaki-san” he called out and the woman looked at him, he gestured to follow him for a bit.

Once they were in the doorway Izuku told her the news.

“Hmm…I gotta be honest.” She chuckled “The situation feels anticlimactic”

“I know” he chuckled “So…now what?” he said while scratching his head “You guys did went all the way here”

“I mean…what is there to do?” Mandalay asked and the both of them jumped when two voices decided to shout

 

Kota and Eri joined forces to get Mandalay and Izuku together

“You two should go on a date!”

And now here he was staring at Eri and Kota.

‘Was that a plate that just broke?’

It was a problem for another day, right now he had to deal with two kids playing matchmaker

“I say that’s a splendid idea” Izuku choked on his own spit as he faced Mandalay “Not the dating part, but all four of us go out together”

“W-why?” he asks

“Well Eri and Kota are already dressed, and it’s a good reason for the two kids to go out” she explained in a gentle tone “Unless of course, you don’t want to”

He thought it through. Eri did need to go out more and since Kota was here she would have a friend that was close to her age, and he could watch them…this doesn’t seem too bad.

What’s the worse that could happen?

And with that, he agreed.

After taking a quick shower and a quick change of clothes. He, Mandalay, Eri, and Kota went to the park. Leaving a stunned 1A with the girls having dangerous auras around them and the guys praying they don’t get hit in the crossfire. Bakugo was laying on the couch happily taking a nap.

In the blink of an eye, it was nighttime and Izuku and Eri were back in the dorms after saying goodbye to Mandalay and Kota.

It was a fun and happy day for Izuku and Eri, she tripped a few times in the park while she and Kota were playing tag but before Izuku could run to her, she got up and gave chase with a smile on her face. He was glad to see Eri acting like a kid. By the time the two kids were done, Kota and Eri had some branches sticking out of their hairs and a few dirt here and there, but they had smiles on their faces so he wasn’t complaining. They went to an ice cream parlor and an arcade after that, Izuku pretty much lost to every game, but he wasn’t going to complain, and with all of that done, they said their goodbyes and head to their respective homes

It did feel weird though, there were moments where he felt that someone was taking a picture of him and Mandalay while they were in the park and the ice cream parlor. He just shrugged, ignoring the feeling.

He would soon come to realize that someone was taking photos of him and Mandalay and it was currently trending.

But he didn’t need to know that just yet.

 

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Nezu was sitting in his office staring at his laptop with glee as he watched the photos begin to explode on the internet.

He made 50 accounts and each account have their own articles revolving around the photos. His favorite one was the one he entitled ‘Age doesn’t matter, Love finds a way’. It was currently trending right now.

He then copied the links from each article and opened a few messages prompts, each prompt was a specific heroine/civilian/student that may or may not be feeling some attraction towards a specific green-haired student

He looked at his watch

11:55 pm – SUNDAY

“Sir” said a deep voice and Nezu looked up and saw Cementoss

“Ah Cementoss, what is it?”

“The building you requested for the Seiai Academy is done”

“Ah very good, you can rest now” Cementoss nodded and walked out of the room.

Nezu smiled and pressed send

“And now…it begins”

12:00 am – MONDAY

 

Notes:

And that's a wrap!

Here's the question:

Mitsuki Bakugo...yay or nay? I saw a comment on the last chapter about leaving Mitsuki out of it (Do not go to a witch hunt), I was kind of hesitant to put her here because I don't really like cheating but I was kinda going to make it as like her husband (Masaru) somewhat consents to this or at least know (that kind of thing), but I could rewrite it if a lot of you don't like that.

Don't get me wrong...Mitsuki is a top tier milf, but I do like to hear your guys opinions on this

Chapter 22: The Amazing Eri-chan is here!

Notes:

This is just a short one, just something to let out some steam after like...a week of me writing my thesis. So there might be errors, and honestly...I don't care XD you guys can say if there is you guys want to and I'll just edit when I can.

So I hope you guys enjoy this

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

“Help me!”

There comes a time in life where the hero is the one that needs to be saved

“Have no fear!”

And when that time comes…

“The Amazing Eri-chan is here!”

…a hero is there to save the day

Eri was at the bottom of the stairs of the common room, smiling wide and her fist in the air with her costume on. Her ‘costume’ consists of a green raincoat with bunny ears and a red cape.

She then ran to the entrance of the kitchen where Izuku, the civilian with a white cloth covering his body was sitting on the floor his back facing Eri.

Eri then removed the cloth and hugged Izuku “You’re safe now!”

“Yay!” Izuku cheered and turned around, as he stood up he carried Eri in his arms “You saved me!”

In the kitchen was Ochako holding her phone and was recording the whole thing while trying not to die from the sheer cuteness of the two.

Her friends though were not so fortunate.

Momo was on the floor unconscious, the moment she saw Eri in her costume she just fell from the cuteness.

Mina and Toru were also unconscious but unlike Momo, they fell when Eri said ‘The Amazing Eri-chan is here!’. The moment they heard that they just transcended to a new realm of existence.

Jiro was looking away, the moment she saw Momo pass out she knew she wouldn’t survive.

Tsuyu was standing there contemplating whether to hug Eri or Izuku or both.

Ochako pressed stop on her phone, she opened the messaging app that she had and sent it to the group chat

Not even a moment later, Izuku’s phone began to buzz. Checking his phone he saw that he was getting a call from his mother.

He put it on speaker as he answered it he couldn’t let out a greeting as he heard his mother scream: “MY BABY IS GROWING UP!” followed by the sounds of her crying “WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME I WAS A GRANDMA?!”

“What?!” Izuku screamed putting Eri down “K-Ka-Kaasan ho-how did you-”

“Katuski sent me a video of you and that little girl” Izuku’s mother managed to let out “Young man, I demand you bring that little girl with you the next time you visit”

“Ha-hai” Izuku sighed not really finding something wrong with her request

“And bring your girlfriend with you”

“Wha-what?!”

“What was her name? Ochako was it?”

Izuku and Ochako blushed hearing that.

Mina woke up smelling the love

“K-Kaasan…she’s not--”

“Anyway, I’ll see you Saturday all right? Bye!” she then hangs up leaving two blushing young adults in the common room

“Soooo Midori~” Izuku felt a presence behind him, turning around he saw Mina with a grin on her face. He did not like that grin “What this about you talking about Ochako-chan?”

Izuku felt the danger he was in, and he did the only logical thing there was.

He ran

Firing up One For All he sprinted out of the Dorms, Mina gave chase screaming about how she was going to get the answers from him whether he likes it or not

Notes:

And that's a wrap, so yes a very short one. I think I have like....a week of rest before my proposal defense, so I'm either gonna rest or write.

So in the Mitsuki question. It was a split. So a lot of you are a go ahead on that just as long as it's not cheating, and I agree with that but a lot of you are also a nay on that.

So how about this, the next chapter would be an Izuku x Mitsuki with a background story. Mitsuki will be divorced and is in good terms with Masaru. That background story will be what every backstory of Izuku x Mitsuki chapter I make in the future

The only question is that, do you guys want to see it

Chapter 23: I want you

Summary:

Mitsuki suddenly had this weird feeling for a certain green haired kid after a druken encounter. Looks like they're gonna have a hell of a time. Poor Katsuki

Notes:

And here it is! The Izuku x Mitsuki chapter.

Now the Masaru divorce explanation or like...the background story of that is only a few paragraphs if I remember correctly and the rest is just the romance Izuku x Mitsuki part.

And just like I said, Mitsuki and Masaru parted on good terms so there's no cheating here

Smut warning because we both know that's bound to happen. Just a reminder that I'm not an expert at smut

Also, I apologize if I can't reply to any comments, my internet connection is not that good this week

Also also, there might be spelling or grammar errors here (Sorry about that), this time though, it's not I don't care but I had to turn off grammarly as it made my internet slow (somehow)

I hope you guys enjoy this

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

In today’s story, Pro Hero Deku has stopped 10 robberies for the past 5 hours, it has been rumored that the hero would be the next number 1 in the next ranking announcements--” said by the male news reporter that was on the TV in a living room.

Sitting on the couch watching TV was a beautiful woman, but don’t let her appearance fool you. This was the 44 year old, Mitsuki Bakugo…well she was divorced for over 9 years now but she decided to keep the name until she remarries, her ash blonde hair retained its spikeness and despite her age she still had a youthful appearance that would make any old woman jealous. She was wearing a long-sleeve purple sweater with her usual black skirt on.

She was currently waiting for her son and the Midoriya’s, it was their annual dinner tradition. Basically the two families would have dinner and catch up, it was their tradition ever since the two kids were born and they just kept doing it.

Even after she got divorced.

She smiled sadly at that.

They were still in good terms, her and Masaru would go out like good friends and still meet up at work like normal. Even after they got divorced nothing actually changed…well Masara had to move out, but other than that nothing changed. They were still close, a few banters here and there but nothing too serious. Heck she even heard that he was hanging out with an older woman, she teased him the whole day for that.

She still remembered the day. Katsuki was 10 at the time and he was sleeping in his room, leaving her and Masaru alone in the dining table, and at the same time they just blurted out ‘I want a divorce’ they blinked hearing each other and laughed. They had the same reason, the way they looked at each other was not like a lover looking to another lover, it was more like two friends that just ended up together in some way.

After the divorce papers were done it was decided that she would keep Katsuki and the house, and he would pay for half of the expenses. After that they continued to hang out from time to time and took care of Katsuki, the boy in question was confused for some time but as he got older he understood that his father was no longer ‘legally’ his father.

After that they just went their days like every other days and all things went well.

She then heard the sound of her doorbell going off.

Standing up she went to the door and opened it, and smiled staring at Inko Midoriya who was slightly losing weight and Izuku Midoriya who was now at her eye level. ‘Damn puberty sure came late and hit him hard’ she looked around for her own son and raised her eyebrow.

Izuku chuckled and explained “Kacchan was suddenly pulled in an operation in his agency. It was important so he couldn’t come today.”

Mitsuki took a deep breath and the two Midoriya’s covered their ears as she shouted

“THAT BRAT!”

A few minutes later and the two Midoriya’s were now in the dining table with her enjoying a plate of curry and some champagne. The two woman was conversing while the young man was eating his curry in silence.

“So Inko~” Mitsuki droned out and Inko gulped knowing her friend she was bound to tease her to no end “Care to tell me about a certain thing in your finger?” she pointed at the golden ring that was on Inko’s ring finger, said woman yelped forgetting all about the ring in the first place.

Izuku meanwhile blushed and choked on his curry.

“So…” Mitsuki smiled “Who’s the lucky guy?” she wiggled her eyebrows while Inko fidgeted

“It’s…Toshi..”

“..Tos—ALL MIGHT?!” Mitsuki screamed her hands slamming at the dining table “When did that happen?!” and Inko flailed her arms as Izuku just blushed and hid his face with his hands

“I-I-It’s was…5 months after my divorce..” she admitted as she chuckled.

That was right, Inko Midoriya decided to divorce her husband after Izuku graduated. Hisashi agreed in the divorce, and after a year it was finalized but she kept the name for personal reasons.

“Deets girl!” yelled Mitsuki as she grabbed the other woman’s hand

Long story short, 5 months after the divorce was finalized was Izuku’s first ever Hero Ranking Announcement and in that announcement, he was placed as the number 10 hero, just behind Sun Eater who was number 9 and was ahead of Bakugo who was sitting at the 11th place.

Izuku suggested that he and her mother should go somewhere fancy for once, but her mother refused and decided to cook Izuku a huge bowl of Katsudon and some cake, she even swatted his hand when he reached for his wallet saying that she could handle it, she even invited All Might, the retired pro agreed and congratulated the boy.

While they were enjoying their dinner All Might or Toshinori commented that Inko’s cooking was the best thing he ever tasted and she even said that he could come back if he ever wants some more, after a few refusals from Toshinori and the insistence of Inko, Toshinori agreed that he would come back at least once a week.

What was once Toshinori coming to eat for dinner transformed to the both of them hanging out, going places, watching a movie, a picnic and introducing the other person to their love ones.

They were literally dating without even realizing it.

It took Izuku who jokingly said as walked in the room and saw them cuddling and watching a soap opera

“You two should get married”

And before you knew it, the week after that Toshinori was on one knee and presented a ring to Inko while saying the magic words

“Will you marry me?”

It doesn’t take a genius to know what happened after that.

And that was just a week ago, Mitsuki’s best friend got engaged to a retired pro, not just a retired pro, a very famous retired pro who was the number one hero and was very well known, her best friend got engaged to All Might himself a week ago.

Holy shit

“So when’s the wedding?” Mitsuki excitedly asked as Izuku took their plates and headed to the sink

“We don’t know yet, we just wanted to process all of this first and then make a decision.” Inko explained and Mitsuki hummed at that but smirked

“Bet you’re excited for the honeymoon” Inko yelped at that “Careful not to die all right? Don’t wanna hear that my best friend got smashed to death”

“Mitsuki/Auntie!” both Midoriya’s yelled and Mitsuki just laughed, she then turned to Izuku

“How about you kid? Got a girlfriend yet?” the young man flinched

“N-no, been busy with work. D-don’t really have the time for that to be honest” he chuckled scratching his head

“Really?” Mitsuki raised her eyebrow “A hunk like you is single?” she then sighed “Woman these days have no taste”

Izuku chuckled at that and the two women began to converse once more.

Before they knew it their dinner was over and Izuku was carrying her mother back to the apartment with Mitsuki in tow.

“Your mother couldn’t really handle her alcohol that well” Mitsuki chuckled seeing her best friend slightly red in the face, she then looked at Izuku “And neither could you it would seem”

Izuku chuckled nervously, he wasn’t that drunk but he did feel the buzz and the slight dizziness “I’m not really…into alcohol that much”

“Oh what? Are you saying I’m an alcoholic now?” Mitsuki feigned a hurt expression making Izuku panic, she laughed “I’m kidding kid” Izuku pouted at her making her laugh even more.

Reaching his mother’s apartment he tried to reach out for his key, but Mitsuki beat him to it by inserting her own key “I have a copy so don’t worry” she opened the door and he muttered a thank you “Is Toshinori here?”

“No, well not yet I guess” he said slipping out his shoe and Mitsuki did the same “He’s going to move here next week”

“Huh…I imagined it was the other way around” Mitsuki said closing the door “Him being rich and all”

“He tried that, but Kaasan insisted on staying in an apartment like this and he agreed as he did enjoy the simple things in life”

Mitsuki laughed as she opened Inko’s room “Gonna feel weird calling your idol ‘dad’ soon?”

Izuku chuckled “I guess it will…but” he gently placed his mother on her bed and began to remove her shoe “All Might kinda…became a father to me while I was still in UA even after I graduated he kept in touch with me, asking how I was, making sure I eat well and not to forget my health” he turned around and faced Mitsuki “So in a way…he kinda is my father…even before he started dating my mom”

Mitsuki smiled at that and reached for his cheeks “Well it’s a good thing you’re all right with all of this” she then patted his cheeks making him pout “Come on and let’s leave your mom” he nodded and they walked out and Izuku gently closes the door making sure it would not make any noise.

With that done they were by the door and Mitsuki slipped on her shoe, she raised her eyebrow as she saw Izuku doing the same

“Kid what are you doing?”

“Hm?” Izuku raised his head “Oh I’m gonna walk you home” this made Mitsuki laugh

“Kid I’m a grown woman, I can walk to my home by myself”

“I-I know, but it’s my job as a hero to make sure you get there safe” he insisted

“Gonna play the hero card huh?” she said putting a hand on her hip and he just nodded making her sigh “Fine”

Their journey to the Bakugo household was a silent one, with shops finally closed and people inside their homes they were just accompanied by chilly wind and the moon in the sky.

Reaching her home she opened the door and turned to Izuku “Wanna have a few drinks with me?”

Izuku flinched and stammered a bit

She chuckled “It’s just two friends having a drink kid nothing wrong with that” she shrugged “Plus I really wanna catch up with you” she pouted “Katsuki isn’t really talkative y’know?”

Izuku gulped but nodded nonetheless

And she wasn’t lying when she said they were going to have some drinks, she and Izuku were in the living room, the lights were turned off and only the television was on illuminating the both of them and the room.

Mitsuki opted to wear something comfortable and changed into a v-neck t-shirt and some hot pants. Izuku gulped seeing her legs and butt and to tease him even more she winked and did a pose making him blush even more. She tossed him a t-shirt and said to go change while she opens another champagne bottle.

A few minutes later they were sitting on the couch watching a movie, both of them had a glass of wine in their hands. They were only an arms distance from each other as they watched the movie in silence while also conversing from time to time.

Midway through the movie, Mitsuki was slightly red in the face finally feeling the buzz while Izuku was very much red in the face and was leaning forward a bit while he caressed his empty glass.

Mitsuki chuckled and decided, against her better judgment, to know what drunk Izuku was like

“So how are you feeling kid?” she asked

“I feel…floaty…and also sick…also…buzzy” he mumbled out as he shook his head and laughed a bit as he felt the buzz.

“You sure you don’t have a girlfriend?” she said caressing her own glass “Future number 1 don’t have any women chasing him around?” she teased and he just shook his head “Shame, you are a catch” she laughed and filled her glass with more wine “You have any woman that you want though?” she then took a sip

“You”

She immediately did a spit take and coughed a bit, she looked at him and he turned his head towards her. She gulped seeing his eyes filled with want and desire.

“I want you” he scooted closer to her and she scooted a bit far back, she was only stopped as her back hit the armrest.

Before she knew it Izuku was hovering over her, his hands were preventing her escape

“I-I-Izuku…we can’t…I’m your--”

“Mitsuki” she closed her mouth hearing her name, he usually calls her ‘Auntie’ or ‘Aunt Bakugo’, the way he said her name was filled with want and need “I want you” he then leaned down and she put her hands on his chest but the didn’t stop him from lowering his head towards her own.

She closed her eyes and waited for the inevitable kiss….

…which didn’t happen.

She opened her eyes as she felt something heavy pressed on her shoulder and saw Izuku fast-asleep and was snoring.

‘Did that just…happen?’ she wondered and shook her head as she tried to get off the couch. It was a bit of an effort but she was successful, she observed his face as he slept peacefully. She blushed remembering his words.

She shook his head and went to her room to get a spare blanket to cover up the young adult.

After that, she turned off the tv and went back to her room to sleep.

As she laid down, the event from earlier replayed in her head and the words of ‘I want you’ echoed in her head.

What was worst was what she realized.

She didn’t stop him

It was safe to say that she had trouble getting some sleep.

Morning came and her alarm blared to life, slamming her fist on the alarm she groaned not having enough sleep last night.

She then heard a thud and a groan from outside, opening her door she was treated with the sight of Izuku laying face first on the ground groaning.

She chuckled at his state “Hangover am I right?”

Izuku groaned “Kill me”

She chuckled “Nah, I think I like seeing your suffering” he groaned making her laugh “Okay big guy, I’m coming” she grabbed his arms and helped him back to the couch, he mumbled a ‘thank you’ before sitting up properly.

Now that she was close to him again, she blushed and got worried as she remembered what happened last night, which then turned to relief as Izuku asks

“What happened last night?” he said massaging his head trying to soothe his headache

“Hmm” she hummed trying to think of an excuse “What do you remember?”

“Last thing I remember was…the movie…and us talking about….how Kacchan got stuck in the toilet” he said chuckling at the last part but flinched as he felt his headache got worst.

“Hmmm” she hummed in deep thought and Izuku groaned

“Please tell me I didn’t run around town butt ass naked again” he said making her raise her eyebrow at the ‘again’

“Nope” she said and she flicked his nose “You literally fell asleep a few minutes after we had that conversation” she pouted “You shouldn’t leave a woman like that y’know”

He chuckled as he massaged his head “I’ll try to do better next time”

She was going to ignore how her heart jumped at the ‘next time’

“Anyway, you should really get going don’t want your mother to get worried” she stood up and went to the kitchen “Drink some medicine for the headache”

“Thanks Aunite”

After drinking his medicine he then left and went to his mother’s apartment, leaving her alone in her house once more.

She sighed and did her usual chores.

With her son moving out about a month ago, she was left alone but she didn’t complain. She did less chores now and she was free at her own home.

She then picked up her laundry basket full of her clothes that she wore for the past week, she then picked up any clothes that were either dropped or was just laying somewhere, she then went to the bathroom to pick up her used towels or underwear but stopped as she noticed something

Her eyes widen as she looked at a particular clothing that was on the sink.

It was a green flannel shirt that wasn’t hers, Masaru’s or Katsuki’s. It was the same shirt that Izuku wore last night.

It was his shirt.

Izuku’s shirt.

Why was she just staring at it?

He must have forgotten and left with one of Masaru’s shirt that she lent him.

She should call him and tell him that he forgot his shirt……so why wasn’t she calling him?

And when did she grab his shirt?

The shirt was now in her hands as she stared at it and without even thinking about it she closed her eyes and brought the shirt to her nose taking a long sniff.

She sighed

‘It smells just like him…’

Her eyes widen realizing what exactly she was doing and the blink of an eye she tossed the shirt to the basket and went to the laundry room

‘What is wrong with me?! I’m an old woman acting like a horny teenager!’

She opened the washer and tossed the clothes inside, she blinked as she noticed that the flannel shirt was left.

‘…Maybe one more sniff wouldn’t hurt…’

She grabbed it and before she could close her eyes, her phone went off making her jump. Opening her phone she noticed that she just received a text from Izuku himself, the message reads ‘Did I left my shirt there?’

She blinked, a small part of her brain wanted her to lie but she shoved that idea aside and answered

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Auntie

Yeah, I was about to wash it

Little Izu

You don’t have to!

Auntie

Too late :)

Little Izu

Atleast let me make it up to you

Auntie

You’re making a real fuss over a shirt kid

Little Izu

It’s the principle!

Plus you kinda took care of me when I was drunk so there’s that too

Auntie

Fine fine, take me to dinner or something

Little Izu

Sure!

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Mitsuki blinked at that, when she typed the dinner thing it was more of a joke, she didn’t think he would take it seriously, she began to correct her mistake

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Auntie

Kid, I’m kidding.

You don’t have to take me to dinner

Little Izu

I don’t see why not, plus it’s no big deal for me

And it doesn’t have to be dinner, it can be a movie or whatever you want

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Mitsuki groaned trying to control her heartbeat

‘Stop making it sound like a date kid, you’re killing me here’ she sighed and just agreed.

What was the worst that could happen?

 

-Time skip: 3 days later-

Almost everything she realized

She was fiddling with her phone waiting for Izuku to arrive. They planned to see a movie of her choosing and then head to get some food at a near burger joint after that.

She couldn’t sleep properly these past few days as her mind just went back to Izuku. Even in her dreams she was being haunted by the young man.

And as she waited for the day of their ‘date’ she couldn’t help but feel excited and yet nervous at the same time. For the first time in her life she was worried on what she looked like and had to slap herself to remind that she was a grown ass woman.

She sighed as she glanced at what she wore.

She was wearing light blue jeans with brown heels and a black shoulderless sweater.

“Hey” said a young mans voice, she looked up and saw Izuku wearing a white shirt and a jacket over it, some jeans and his infamous red sneakers. “Have you been waiting long?”

“Nope” she answered as she stood up

“So…shall we?”

Their ‘date’ went well, they watched a horror movie in which Izuku had to grip the seat every time there was a jump scare and Mitsuki just laughed, they then went to the burger joint and ordered some burgers and some fries. There were only a couple of people that recognized Izuku and asked for his autograph but no one made a fuss over them.

And without even noticing they were now heading home as Mitsuki had a smile on her face. ‘That went well’

She honestly could say that she had fun, she was worried for nothing. Sure her heart went on some leaps here and there but overall…she had fun, she enjoyed her time with Izuku

“Well that was fun” she smiled as she grabbed the door knob

“Glad you enjoyed it” Izuku chuckled, she then turned to him as she opened the door

“Got any plans for tonight?” she asked not really minding that she was basically inviting a man to her home. A man that admitted that he wanted her.

“Yeah, I got the night shift today.” He shrugged “Pretty much gonna head to work in a few hours”

“Oh” she said trying to hide her disappointment “Well then take care of yourself out there and tell Katsuki to visit his mother sometime”

“Will do” he said as he turned around, once he was on the road he then crouched and jumped.

Her jaw dropped as she saw the man now in the sky seemingly flying “That guy” she chuckled and went inside.

Once she was inside she plopped down on the couch and sighed.

She didn’t know what to do.

Was she literally having feelings to her best friend’s son?

A guy that was literally almost 20 years younger than her?

She groaned but blinked as her phone gave off a notification, opening it she saw a message and it reads ‘You good for tomorrow?’ and not even thinking about it she said yes, there was one person she could talk this about and hopefully get some advice.

 

-The Next Day-

Mitsuki entered a café and looked around

“Mitsuki! Over here!” yelled a male voice, she smiled as she saw her friend and ex-husband, Masaru Bakugo

"Masaru!" once she got close the two embraced in a friendly hug “How are you?”

“Fine, how about you?” they then sat and began their usual hang outs “Congrats on your new clothing line by the way”

“Thanks, congrats on your…marriage?” Mitsuki blinked seeing a ring that wasn’t there before, she gasped realizing what it meant “You two are getting married?!”

“Y-yeah” he stuttered blushing a bit “Honestly it was more like she was the one that proposed to me” he laughed and began to tell his tale on how he got married. Basically the woman bought a ring, gave it to Masaru and told him to propose to her, and then just like that they were engaged.

“Congrats” she smiled “So when’s the wedding?”

“Probably this month” he said giving her a card “And I want you and Katsuki to be there if you want”

Mitsuki stared at the invitation “A-are you sure? I’m your ex-wife after all”

“Yeah, she and her family know you and they don’t have any complaints….well her father threatened me with a shotgun to not hurt her daughter but that’s about it” he chuckled remembering the time he told her about his ex-wife “So if you guys want to, then you guys can go”

Mitsuki smiled and took the invitation “We’ll think about it, but nonetheless. Congratulations” she then looked at him in the eye “You sure it’s not gonna end up like us?”

“Y-yeah…I’m sure” Masaru adjusted his glasses “I though it through when I started dating her, making sure that what I felt was real and wasn’t just…like…it happened because it just happened y’know?” he asked unsurely but Mitsuki nodded understanding what he was talking about. “Now…whenever I think about her I just think of the days that we will spend together”

Mitsuki didn’t know why but as Masaru talked her mind then began to go elsewhere

“I just think about the sick days that I have to take care of her”

Her mind imagined Izuku laying on the bed, sick as he can be but was still stubborn and trying to convince her that he was fine.

“I think about the fights that we will have”

She imagined herself yelling at Izuku for getting his bones broken again and him trying to convince her that it was no big deal

“And then I think about the good times we had and we will have”

Then her mind decided to show her various images of her and Izuku, from the both of them hugging in the couch to Izuku trying to stop Katsuki from being a bad influence on his little brother

“Mitsuki”

Should she go for it?

“Mitsuki”

The kid is literally younger than her and she in her 40’s now

“Mitsuki”

Plus she was his aunt and she was her best friend’s son, how was she going to react?

“…Mitsuki?”

Oh hey Inko, I just realized that I love your son. Can I date him?

“Mitsuki”

What was her life…

Then a sharp pain went to her forehead making her yelp, she blinked and looked at a smiling Masaru, his hand raised indicating the he was the one that caused of her pain.

“You okay?” he asks lowering his hand

“Y-yeah, I was just thinking”

“I’ll say, I was calling your name for the past five minutes” he smile widen “You must be deep in thought”

“Ye-yeah” she sighed

“So...who’s the lucky guy?” he teased making her eyebrow twitch in annoyance “And before you ask you got the same look on your face I had when I fell in love”

She sighed, there was no escape so might as well get it over with.

“Fine you’re right, there’s a man that I…might have fallen in love with” she said hesitantly and Masaru nodded taking a sip of his coffee “It’s Izuku”

Cue spit take and coughing noises

Mitsuki sighed and went to his side and patted his back. Once he was calm he looked at Mitsuki

“Izuku…as in Inko’s son?” she nodded “You…fell in love…with your nephew?” this made her groan as she laid her head on the table and hid her face with her hands.

“I know how it sounds like….it’s just…” she tried to form the words but she couldn’t find the right words to properly express what she was feeling

“You want it…but it feels like you shouldn’t” Masaru suggested and Mitsuki digested his words

“…Yeah” she sighed and sat up straight “He’s my nephew for crying out loud, not blood related, but still…”

Masaru stared at her and smiled. He hasn’t seen her like this. All unsure and shy, she would normally have the attitude of ‘Fuck you, I’m taking what I want’, albeit more calmly and respectful.

She was calm and polite, yet aggressive in her approach.

This Mitsuki was different from that, a side he had never seen before.

“Maybe…” he started making Mitsuki look at him “…You should stop thinking what others would feel and start thinking about what you want”

Mitsuki raised her eyebrow confused but Masaru just continued “It’s nice that you’re thinking of others, but how about you stop and think” he looked in her eyes “What do you want?”

What does she want?

What does she want?

She wanted Izuku of course, that part was obvious. The only problem was that should she go for it? Ignore what Inko might think or what others would think? Just go for what she desires…

She wanted him to hold her

She wanted him to kiss her head

She wanted to bonk him in the head for every mistake he makes

She wanted him

“Looks like you figured it out”

Mitsuki snapped her head at Masaru who was just smiling.

“If you want my advice, I say go for it. You’re not actually hurting anyone here” he smiled and held her hand “Just make sure you invite me on your wedding” he added as Mitsuki blushed and they both laughed.

After that they just proceed as normal, talking about random things and sharing a few ideas for their business.

When they were done Mitsuki’s mind was set.

She was going to get her man. Her way.

 

-Time Skip: 3 hours later (Izuku POV)-

Izuku Midoriya was living his dream. He was currently the number 5 hero and was saving people left and right with a smile on his face

Right about now he was headed to his agency.

You heard that right, his agency. This was no ordinary agency though, this was All Might’s previous agency that he gave to him for his birthday.

He still couldn’t believe it that he received an agency as a present.

All Might explained that in his will he wished for it to be given to either Nighteye or Gran Torino, the former was unfortunately dead and the latter was living happily and still kicking much to All Might’s joy and horror. And seeing Izuku took the number 10 spot he deemed it worthy to give it to him, it was safe to say that he and his mother flooded the apartment after that.

And with that he accepted it and with the help of his friends the Pillars of Hope was created.

Welcome back Deku” said a robotic voice as he landed on his balcony

“Hey Al, do I have any new messages?” he asks as he removed his heavy steel boots

Yes, you have one new message from: [Aunt Mitsuki]

“Auntie?” he then checked his phone, the AI that Mei built with the help of Nezu was designed to help him filter out his calls and texts that was important, like emergency texts and whatnot. If the text didn’t have the telltale signs of an emergency then the AI would just ignore it.

Unlocking his phone, he saw a message from his aunt. The message reads: ‘Are you busy this weekend?’

Sir, I’m detecting an increase of heart rate. Would you like me to call emergency services?

“N-No Al, I’m fine just…nervous”

Is it about your crush on your aunt?” Izuku choke on his own spit as he heard the AI say it so casually

“W-what do you mean?” he stuttered looking at a monitor where there was a smiley face on it

Your obvious crush on your aunt. I have observed your patterns sir” the monitor then shifted to an image of Izuku staring a picture that Mitsuki posted of herself wearing a beautiful purple dress. Izuku blushed seeing the picture of himself “I have seen how your eyes linger on places sir” There were then several picture shown of Izuku staring at his aunt’s butt, boobs and face. “And let’s not forget sir how you masturbated to your aunts pic” a video was then shown of him in his office, his back was turned and his waist was hidden under the table, his left hand was holding his phone and on the phone was a picture of Mitsuki wearing a bikini. It was obvious what he was doing in the video as his right continued to go back and forth as he heard himself groan and moan his Aunt’s name.

The video ended and the smiley face returned “As you can see sir. I know everything” he didn’t know why but the smile felt more sinister and he could see Nezu staring directly at him

‘Was this what the other pros felt?’

 

-UA Staff Dorms-

Aizawa raised his head feeling a surge of empathy. It was as if he was finally understood and someone finally felt what his suffering was like

“Something wrong Aizawa?” asked Nezu as he popped out of the ceiling

“No, sir” Aizawa answered as he resumed grading his new students

“Good” Nezu said simply as he went back to the ceiling

 

-Back to Izuku-

“Does…does anybody else…know this?” he asked cautiously as he stared at the AI

No, sir. Only I know this” he didn’t want to believe that, but what was his choice

‘Note to self. Never use anything that Nezu sent to him’

“Fine” he sighed “I have feelings for my aunt. There, you happy?”

Yes sir, acceptance is the first step. The second step is now up to you

“Up to me?”

Yes sir” Al then showed Mitsuki’s message on the screen “Do you take the leap or would you crawl away?

He stared at the screen and then his phone, he took a deep breath

“Plus Ultra” he then typed and sent his response and hoped to God that he made the right choice

‘No I’m not busy. What’s up?’

 

-Time skip: Saturday – 8 PM (Izuku POV)-

Whatever confidence Izuku felt days prior just said fuck you and took a damn vacation as he walked to the Bakugo household.

Mitsuki invited him for dinner, a movie and some champagne.

Nothing weird at all, it was just two friends hanging out. It wasn’t like his aunt have feelings for him, right?.....right?

He sighed ‘Why was his crushes always older women?’

He walked a bit farther before coming to a stop as realization hits him.

Has he ever had a crush that was his age?

He panicked and began to rack his brain.

His first ever crush was his aunt, but it was more like admiration and she was the first beautiful woman he saw besides his mom.

His second crush was…Mandalay. Another older woman. His eyes widen in horror as the only thing that came to mind were older women. Ryukyu, Midnight, Pixiebob, Ragdoll, Uwabami, Miruko, Mount Lady, Ms. Joke, heck even Jiro’s mom!

He smashed his head on a wall as he thought that.

He was into older women…..Fuck

And now he was headed to his first ever crush. Alone.

He sighed as he reached the door and rang the doorbell.

‘There was no way that Auntie has feelings for him, right?’

The door opened and his eyes widen at what he saw and at that moment he knew. He was fucked

Standing on the doorway was Mitsuki Bakugo leaning on the doorframe with a smirk on her face, as much as she was beautiful, that wasn’t the reason he was shocked. His aunt was wearing a short length short-sleeved silk robe, the knot was perfectly hugging her hips that made her curves shown, he gulped as his gaze went from her legs to her chest and then to her face and it must have been his imagination but he could see her smirk widen

 

Trulli

 

“Hey” she said hotly and he then felt something twitch in his pants ‘Down boy!’ “It’s cold out, wanna come inside?” she beckoned him with her finger as she stepped away.

He gulped feeling his mouth dry but still nodded

And in a blink of an eye the both of them were watching a movie with dinner on the coffee table and an opened champagne bottle.

What was different from before was their distance from each other. Before they were at least in arms-length.

Now?

Well, Mitsuki was sitting next to him with his left arm draped over her body as she leaned onto him, his hand was on her belly and he had to stop himself from caressing her stomach.

“So you like the movie?” she asks while taking a sip from her glass

“Y-ye-yeah” he stuttered out, honestly he wasn’t focusing on the movie itself, he was trying so hard to control his body from 1. Getting an erection (Which was impossible) 2. Making sure his hand stayed where it was and not move at all and 3. Make sure his eyes on the front

“It’s a good movie” she said putting her glass down “It’s about this middle age woman who fell in love with this young man” Izuku’s eyes widen a bit but she continued “The woman didn’t want to admit that she was in love, she was way too old for him but…” she moved and slowly swung her leg over his legs straddling him easily, he gulped as he stared at those piercing red eyes “Turns out the young man actually loves the woman as well and they lived happily ever after” she snaked her arms around his neck “Sounds familiar Izu?” she purred

Izuku gulped and groaned as she grinded on his groin. “See I have come to the realization that I’m in love with you Izuku” Izuku’s eyes widen at that making her chuckle “Yep and I have decided that I. Want. You.” Each word was a hard grind to him making him groan as he placed his hand on her thigh “The question now Izu is that…” she leaned down making their lips only inches apart “Do you want me?”

Does he want her?

Was he willing to take the jump?

…Yes

He decided instead of saying it he just leaned in capturing her lips with his own.

 

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Mitsuki’s bedroom door burst open as Izuku carried Mitsuki to her bed, once he laid her on her bed he broke the kiss and took his t-shirt off

As he tossed his shirt he was surprised to see Mitsuki who had the knot of her robe undone, wearing black lace bra and panties

“You like?” she purred

He didn’t answer and just captured her lips once more and tossing the robe somewhere in the room. His hands began massage her thighs making her moan as her hands were on his back.

She pulled away smirking and began to crawl backwards positioning her head on her pillows, Izuku crawled after her as they kissed once more.

He felt her smirk a bit and in a burst of strength she managed to toss him to the side making her on top, he blinked surprised at her strength.

“I hope you’re ready Izu~” she purred as she reached out behind her unclipping her bra “The fun is just about to start” she slipped off of her bra and her breast was freed from its confines making Izuku stare at her big melons making her giggle, she then swayed her chest a bit teasing him “You like?” her answer came as he dove and began to suck on her left it and massaging the other making her groan.

She began to grind on his groan making him groan as he switched to the other nipple

“Now now” she patted his head “As much as I want you to suck my tits like a baby” he blushed at that “I want what’s been poking me this entire time” he blushed harder and nodded, he laid back down and began to remove his belt only to be stopped by Mitsuki herself “Let me” she pecked his lips and then his chin, then his neck. Her kisses went lower and lower as her hands removed the belt.

As she faced his crotch she removed his pants and was surprised to see a large tent on his boxers “Oh for me?” she grabbed his dick over his boxers and she purred at the size, she then began to jerk him off through the cloth making him squirm, deciding he had enough torture she removed his boxers as well making his dick slap her in the face.

She stared at the thing that was attached to the man she loves, it was huge, long and thick.

She then grabbed it and began to pump her hand up and down slowly making him moan and groan ‘Goddamn would this even fit?’ the thought of Izuku’s big dick inside her made her both excited and nervous.

She then kissed the tip making Izuku whimper, she giggled as she just kissed and licked the tip teasing him even more, she then took him in her mouth and began to bob her head.

Izuku moaned and grabbed her head as he received his first ever blowjob.

Mitsuki then surprised him even more as she pressed onwards completely sheathing his cock in her throat, Izuku gasped as he almost came right then and there. Mitsuki pulled off and began pumping his shaft.

“Try not to cum” that was his only warning as Mitsuki dove back down and began to fuck her own throat with his cock. He groaned and gripped her head. Sometimes she would come up and teased the head giving it painfully slow licks.

What was worse was when she hummed causing some sort of vibration around his dick

‘How the fuck was I not gonna cum from this?!’

But he held strong and grit his teeth

“Oh wow” she purred he looked at her and saw her grinning she was jerking him off but when she reaches the head, she gave it some extra attention that made him grunt. “I’m surprised you didn’t come yet”

‘Me too’

“I guess you need a reward” he blinked at that confused on what she meant as he took huge gulps of air, he then proceeded to choke on his own spit as she raised slightly and put his cock between her breast.

Oh he was so fucked

“Don’t worry” she said as she began to work her tits up and down slowly “Cum all you want Izu” she emphasized this as she began to lick his head whenever it pops out. He couldn’t take it anymore and with a grunt he came hard covering her chest and face, Mitsuki giggled and began to scoop some of it with her finger and tasted him.

“Hmm, you taste oddly sweet Izu~” she purred as Izuku stared at the ceiling as he gasp for air.

And without any warning, she felt something wrap around her waist and before she knew it she was facing the ceiling. She blinked and not a moment too soon Izuku was hovering over her with a look of hinger and desire in his eyes.

“Time to return the favor” that was all he said as he then raised her legs in the air and positioned his head between them. Mitsuki panted in anticipation. Izuku took the initiative and began to prod her entrance with his tongue making her moan a bit. He was an amateur at best but he just did a few experimental licks and listened to Mitsuki’s moan, he took it further as he pressed himself further in order to stick his tongue deeper.

He then had a thought and prayed to every deity that it would work and wouldn’t ruing the mood.

Mitsuki was having the time of her life, here she was with the man she now loves, making love and him eating her out. What could be better than this? Well besides him sticking it ins—*Yelp*

Mitsuki yelped as he felt Izuku’s tongue went deep inside her and was thrashing around slightly, she forcefully pulled him off and was surprised to see his tongue was replaced with a black tentacle thing. He looked at her and the tentacle then dissipated

“Uhh…did I do something wr--” he was interrupted as she then shoved him back between her legs, taking the signal that he didn’t don anything wrong, he summoned blackwhip once more and proceed to eat her out. Mitsuki squirmed under all of this, his ‘tongue’ was reaching deep inside her and was thrashing around making it hit with all of her good spots.

‘At this rate I’m not gonna last!’

Izuku then remembered something from health class ‘Isn’t the clitoris a sweet spot?’ as he thought of this, he sent out a small strand of blackwhip to play with the little bump.

The effect was immediate as Mitsuki screamed “Oh GOD!” her legs squirmed and she was beginning to drool, she clenched his hair and her thigs clamped his head in place.

With one final scream her whole body convulsed and shuddered as her juices then sprayed out but Izuku didn’t stop. He only deactivated blackwhip and began to ‘drink’ her juices.

She then went limp for a second and all he heard was her taking huge gulps of air as she recovered.

Izuki blinked worriedly as she stayed there motionless/

“Mitsuki…are you--” he was interrupted once more as Mitsuki rose to life and tackled him making his back hit the mattress

“Take pride Izu~” she purred as she grinded her crotch against his dick making the both of them moan “No one has ever made me cum like that” she licked her lips and looked at him straight in the eye “Let’s go the main event shall me?”

He gulped but nodded nonetheless, his anxiety and nervousness was clear on his face

“Hey” Mitsuki said gently “Is this your first time?” Izuku blushed but nodded slightly looking away “Hey look at me” he did “Don’t worry about it, it’s not something to feel ashamed about” she stroked him slightly “You don’t have to worry about moving, I’ll handle it” she smiled and raised herself as she rub his head against her entrance. It has been long since she had something inside her, she was both excited and nervous.

Taking a deep breath, she then lowered herself on his cock, she slightly winced as she felt him penetrate her. Izuku groaned as he felt the tight wetness of her walls, she kept lowering herself until she bottomed out and het butt rested on his legs. She hummed in pleasure as she got used to the feeling of him insider her, she slowly rocked her hips back and forth making Izuku gasp in pleasure

“You okay down there?” she purred and Izuku nodded “Congrats on getting rid of your V-card” she smiled “Now let’s make sure you never forget this night” she then raised herself and once the tip was almost out she slammed back down making the both of them moan, Mitsuki repeated this slowly at first but then began to speed up as time passed, Izuku’s hand rested on her hips and he began to match her rhythm, every time she comes down he would thrust up.

The bed was squeaking loudly as the two lovers got lost in the pleasure, the sound of their flesh smacking filled the room but their moans and grunts was the loudest.

Izuku could feel himself getting closer to his climax and by the way Mitsuki sped up she was close too.

“I-I-I’m c-close!” he managed to let out between his grunts and moans

“Inside! I-inside! I want you to fill me up” she could see the hesitance in his eyes “I’m on a pill” she grinned “G-go all out”

And all out he did, as he gripped her hips and slam her down with a grunt as he emptied himself inside her. Mitsuki let out a soundless scream as she felt her wall clamp around Izuku’s manhood as she came hard, she could feel him filling her to the brim as he ropes of his seed was shot out.

Soon Izuku’s grip slackened and Mitsuki flopped on his chest. The both of them a panting mess

“So” Mitsuki panted out “How was that as your…first time?”

Izuku answered her with a hug as he wrapped his arms around Mitsuki making her hum in content “Amazing” he panted out “You’re amazing”

She giggled at that.

Once the feeling on her legs returned she gently pushed off of his chest and sat up. She then noticed that Izuku was still inside her, she then raised herself slowly.

Once she got him out inside her she then rested opposite of Izuku and was just between his legs “Damn” she gasp as she saw his seed leaking out of her, that wasn’t what surprised her. It was the amount of his semen that was leaking out of her “Were you trying to get me pregnant?”

“S-sorry”

She raised her head to say it was fine but she stopped herself as she saw his dick was still hard “H-how?”

Izuku blinked and looked at where she was looking, he blushed “Ye-yeah. I have…a lot of stamina” he chuckled nervously

Mitsuki stared for a moment before smirking, she then laid down and presented her pussy once more. She parted her lips a bit making some of his seed leak out some more “Well then, looks like you’re good for another round” Izuku blushed and she beckoned him with her finger “Come and get it tiger~” she yelled in excitement as Izuku dove and captured her lips, she screamed as she felt Izuku enter her.

He wasn’t going slow, no. Now he was relentlessly pounding in her and she loved it. Izuku felt himself lose control to the pleasure as he continuously rammed into her

He broke the kiss letting Mitsuki let out her screams “Yes! Yes! Yes! Izuku! That’s it! Harder! Go Harder!” he grunted and without realizing it he activated Full Cowling at a low percentage and began to pound her harder than before. Izuku had to grab her hips to stabilize himself as he fucked her.

FUCK! FUCK YES!” Izuku grunted as he got lost in the warmth of her pussy and the hypnotizing bounce of her tits. She let out a scream as she came hard but he didn’t stop, if anything he went even faster as Mitsuki came over and over again.

Mitsuki could only let out a few grunts as her voice was long gone. Izuku could feel his own release coming, he already got a go ahead to release inside so he didn’t stop.

With one final thrust he emptied himself once more inside her and he could feel Mistuki tightened up again as she came again.

Full Cowling the dissipated as he panted hard, Mitsuki was once again motionless but was still breathing, he then pulled out making her groan as his see leaked out once more.

Mitsuki’s vision cleared once more, her legs were slightly numb but she could move it. ‘That…was…amazing’ she sighed dreamily, she slowly sat up to see a sweaty panting Izuku looking at her, she looked down and her eyes widen at the still rock-hard cock that he had. She smiled the boy had stamina but so did she.

She then slowly turned making Izuku blink in confusion, she got on all fours, her ass high up in the air

“Izu~” she purred, she reached behind her and spread her asshole “You still got one more hole to claim~” Izuku’s eyes widen as he stared at her asshole. He slowly went to her ”Don’t worry I’m clean” she winked

He pressed the tip on her anus making her gasp “Just be gentle, okay? It has been a long time since I had something inside there…” Izuku nodded as he pushed the head through her anus making her moan at the sensation.

“T-tight” Izuku grunted out and Mitsuki moaned. He slowly pulled out and went back in again, he did this over and over again, and just like promised he was gentle. He was just getting deeper and deeper inside her each time he went back in.

Soon he was completely sheathed insider her making the both of them moan.

“G-give me a minute” Mitsuki panted and Izuku nodded waiting patiently as she got used to the feeling of him inside her. “O-Okay…you can move now..just be gentle”

Izuku nodded and pulled out gently before going inside once more, and after a few minutes of this process he began to go faster and Mitsuki was moaning in pleasure

Before they knew it, Izuku was fucking her ass like there was no tomorrow, Mitsuki just screamed as she felt Izuku pounding her, this was what she wanted.

She wanted to control her man, become dominant.

But she also wanted someone to dominate her and make her his woman

“CUMMING!” she screamed, she spasmed and made her ass clench making Izuku grunt at the sudden tightness making him cum as well.

As they calmed down from their high, Mitsuki collapsed on the bed and so did Izuku as he laid there on her back.

They were both panting from the extreme pleasure night that they felt.

“Mistuki” Izuku whispered in her ear, she grunted indicating that she heard him “I love you”

That made her open her eyes and looked at Izuku’s vibrant green eyes “…I love you too”

Izuku kissed her on the lips while he pulled out of her ass, she then turned to face him so they could kiss properly.

She opened her eyes and stared at Izuku lovingly.

She then looked at her alarm clock and it read ’11: 25 PM’ she smiled and stared at izuku

“Wanna go for a few more rounds lover?” the thing poking her thigh was enough of an answer for her

And just like that for 5 hours straight they subjected themselves to their lust and desire, in those 5 hour they went to different positions as Izuku relentlessly fucked her until she was a gasping mess of a woman. They did missionary, doggy style, Cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, Full nelson, he even pinned her to the wall as he fucked her ass, he carried her in the middle of the room as he just thrusted inside her pussy over and over again.

It was a good thing she was on the pill, otherwise she was sure that she would be pregnant with the amount of times Izuku came inside her.

Right now she was on top hugging Izuku as Izuku hugged her waist as he thrusted upwards and with one final grunt he came once more filling Mitsuki to the brim.

They laid there in each other’s arms. They were sweaty and tired. With the little energy he has left, he summoned Blackwhip and grabbed the covers, that was fortunately spared from their fuck session and was clean. Izuku covered the both of them as he heard Mitsuki snore on his shoulder, he smiled and soon sleep overtake him as well

 

 

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Mitsuki’s alarm blared to life as only to be broken down by a fist

Izuku groaned his body slightly aching, he opened his eyes slowly, he then grunted as he felt something move on his chest looking down he saw Mitsuki herself in all of her naked glory snuggling on top of him. She looked up and slowly opened her eyes.

“Hm?” she hummed “Morning already?” she looked at Izuku and blinked.

The both of them blushed remembering last night, Mitsuki snuggled closer to him as he moved his hand to her hair.

“Did you regret it?” she asked hugging him tighter “Last night…did you regret it?”

He didn’t answer her and just lifted her chin up, he smiled and captured her lips with his own, she gasped but she kissed back with the same love and passion as before.

They pulled away and Izuku smiled “Does that answer your question?”

“Maybe~” she sang but then yelped as she felt something poke her thigh. Knowing what it was she smiled at him “Even after all of that, you’re still raring to go~” she purred

“To be fair” he started “You’re a beautiful woman”

It was safe to assume that they were busy the whole morning and afternoon.

 

-Time skip: 1 year later-

 

In today’s story, Pro Hero Deku has stopped 20 robberies and has refused about 10 marriage proposals that were sent to him, it’s rumored that the Yaoyorozu family and Intelli family were one of the people that sent their marriage proposals --” said by the male news reporter that was on the TV in a living room.

Sitting on the couch watching TV was Mitsuki Bakugo…scratch that, future Mitsuki Midoriya as she stared at the ring that was on her finger.

She giggled at the memory of his proposal, but that was a story for another time as the doorbell rang indicating her visitors were at the door

Opening it she saw the two Midoriya’s and her son Katsuki Bakugo

“Finally had the time to visit your mother huh?” she said pinching her son’s cheeks

“Shut it old hag!”

The two Midoriya’s smiled, when Mitsuki met Izuku’s eyes they couldn’t help but linger a bit, she shook her head and let her guest inside.

They were silently eating some American food that Mitsuki cooked and instead of wine they were just drinking soft drinks as the two young man had an early shift tomorrow.

“So mom” Katsuki started as he pointed at the ring on her finger “Your boyfriend finally popped the question?”

“Oh yes he did” she showed off her ring “He almost fainted though, but obviously I said yes and I’m getting married soon”

Katsuki grunted but mumbled a ‘congrats’

Inko glanced at Izuku, the boy flinched as he felt his mother’s gaze. “So, when’s the wedding?” she was still knowingly looking at her son, but the question was directed at Mitsuki who giggled

“Don’t know really, we’re hoping to plan it this weekend”

“Oh really now” Inko slowly said as she kept staring at her son, who was sipping on his drink with shaky hands

Turns out, they couldn’t escape from Inko. She found out the moment Izuku and Mitsuki went out on their third date. Fortunately she approved their relationship as long as they treat each other right.

The only that didn’t know was Katsuki himself who was switching his gaze to his mother, to his aunt and to his friend

He felt like there was something they were keeping from him…something that will make him question his sanity.

“So” Katsuki started finishing his meal “When do I get to meet this guy?”

Mitsuki smiled “Right now actually”

“He’s here?” Katsuki looked around for someone that was hiding “Where?”

“Right there” Mitsuki smiled and pointed at the end of the table, Katsuki followed the finger and his gaze stopped at his friend…who just waved innocently at him.

“..What?” Katsuki muttered out and Izuku stood up and sat beside Mitsuki

“Your mother and I…have been seeing each other for a while” Izuku explained slowly trying to not make his childhood friend explode.

“…What?”

“We’re dating” Mitsuki said simply “We didn’t really have the time to tell you, there were time when you were busy or one of us was busy.”

“..What?”

“Don’t worry, we’ll no longer be dating” Izuku said smiling

“As the ring suggests. We’re getting married” Mitsuki added and Inko cooed

Katsuki was left sitting there with his jaw open as he questioned his sanity

“Also” Mitsuki added “I will be taking his family name and as my son so will you. After we get married, I will be Mitsuki Midoriya and you will be Katsuki Midoriya”

Katsuki was sitting there questioning life and the reality that he sat. There was no God.

Izuku and Mitsuki then kissed showing their love as Inko cooed and took a picture.

And Katsuki?

Well, he was on the ground unconscious and as he dreamt, he saw himself floating in the abyss as he questioned life itself

“What is the meaning of life?!” he screamed at the abyss and for a moment there were only silence, soon a bright light came, Katsuki had to shield his eyes as the light was too bright.

Once the light dimmed a bit, he blinked as he saw a mouse-bear thing in front him

“The meaning of life” it said and Katsuki leaned in “…is suffering”

Katsuki then felt himself fall in high speeds and with a jerk he woke up.

He was in his room, he looked around and found nothing was wrong…that was until he heard something.

It almost sounded like screaming…and as he listened he could hear it clearly

“Fuck me Izuku! Fuck me! Breed me you goddamn stud”

“You want my kids?! Take it! Get pregnant with my child!”

He heard his friend and his mother…fucking.

"That...mother...fucker"

His mind couldn’t take it as he fell down once more.

Notes:

And that's a wrap! I hope you guys enjoyed that. I tried to combine some drama and romance while also having that same crack energy that my chapters have

So what do you guys think?

Also the dialogue at the end, where Izuku and Mitsuki were telling Katsuki about their relationship is from Octopie21 who commented on chapter 21, I changed it a bit so it would fit the story but it was kind of still the same. So give him/her some love in the comments by typing: "Cheers for Octopie21"

So yeah...I think that's it

Chapter 24: A civilians interest

Summary:

A civilian has gained a crush on our green hero, and now has the trouble of either acting on it or let it slip away as hundreds of girls seemingly want the same man

Notes:

Here's a fun fact, this chapter was originally more focused on the civilian's side just like the girl on this story but it originally had more people on it, I had a thought of adding Ragdoll, Togeike, Mei, and Melissa here. But it kinda felt like a Everyone wants to hook deku up with someone, so I stopped and focused only on this one girl

And I added a picture as you guys might not know who she is or can't remember

So I hope you guys enjoy this

P.S. I don't know if she's actually married. The wiki didn't say anything so just correct if she is

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Komari

 

Komari Ikoma never really thought her life would lead to anything interesting. Her goals in life were to graduate university, have a job, have a husband, get kids, grow old, and then die.

Sounds simple, but it was enough for her.

Fate had other plans though.

It wasn’t long after she landed a job as a school teacher that she met her husband…well ex-husband now, but we’ll get to that. After two years they got married and then decided to have kids…sadly...she couldn’t have kids. It was a sad day as it was explained by the doctor.

Her dream of having a little version of herself running around the house…gone.

Although adoption was an option so she didn’t give up hope, her husband though…did.

He wanted a child of his own and the thought of adoption sickened him, after 2 weeks of arguing they decided to have a divorce.

Her parents comforted her for some time but she moved on and stayed in her apartment with her cat, and with the comfort of beer every once a week.

And now here she was, looking upwards as debris was falling towards her from a villain who collided with a building.

Life does flash in your eyes when death is upon you.

She closed her eyes and waited for her painful death.

Her ‘death’ came in a form of something colliding on her side and lifting her off of her feet.

This wasn’t painful at all…

“Are you okay?” asked…death?

She opened her eyes to look at ‘death’ to be taken aback as she stared at a young man’s vibrant green eyes, his face was hidden by a green hood with bunny ears(?) and a metallic face guard, and yet his voice soothed her.

She opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out so she just nodded, his eyes shined for a bit and she could feel her heartbeat a bit faster than normal.

“Creati, take care of her. I have a villain to take care of” he gently put her to the ground and turned to face the behemoth of a villain who was fighting Mount Lady, she didn’t pay attention to the person that was taking care of her, her attention was on her savior as he crouched and jumped high in the sky.

She could feel her jaw slackened as she stared at the man who was now in the sky, produced black tendrils, and wrapped it around the giant.

She could see Mount Lady smirk and simply say “Buh bye” as the giant got pulled off the ground and into the sky, passing the green hero

“Here it comes!” she heard a kid yelled

“GATLING!” some teens cheered and she grew curious at what they were cheering “DETROIT SMASH!!!” Her answer came as she saw the villain being repeatedly punched in the sky by what seemed to be…wind pressure?

The punches stopped and the villain was unconscious, it let out a poof as the villain shrunk down to normal size.

The green hero descended with the villain wrapped around his tendrils.

“Here you go officers” he said handing the villain to the police, he then looked at her and she could feel herself blush as he looked at her and gave her a wave, she shyly gave a wave and she could hear the person beside her grumble ‘Not another one’

She raised her eyebrows at that but ignored it for the time being as she saw the green hero walk towards her, only to be stopped as Mount Lady herself decided to glomp the hero.

“Good work, out there Deku!” she said as she hugged the hero, Mount Lady then smiled as she traced her finger at the hero’s chest “Wanna go on a date after this?” Komari suddenly heard a noise beside her and for the first time, she looked at the person beside her.

It was a young woman wearing a red leotard with yellow belts on her waist, the noise she heard was her pole being bent with her hands as she stared at Mount Lady.

Then something else landed in front of her making some dust fly towards her. Creati then went to her hero mode and produced a shield in front of Komari, protecting her from the light dust.

“Hands off blondie!” yelled a commanding voice, the shield was raised and she could see Miruko marching towards Mount Lady and Deku “If anyone is getting touchy with him, it’s gonna be me!” she said pulling Deku towards her making the man stumble a bit.

“Now now ladies” said a woman with grace, Komari looked to her left to see Ryukyu walk towards the two heroines “Let’s keep calm and remember who should get ‘touchy’ with Deku” she yanked Deku off of Miruko’s grasp making the man stumble once more.

And so the three heroines bickered in the middle of the street as Komari blinked

“Are you okay?” said a kind voice, looking in the direction of the voice she saw the green hero known as ‘Deku’ removing his hood and mouthguard revealing his fluffy dark-green hair, freckles, and kind smile

‘Oh no he’s hot!’ he then tilted his head ‘And cute!’

She didn’t trust her voice so she just nodded, he smiled and helped her up and quickly noticed that he was taller than her.

“That’s good to hear” he then looked behind her “Did she have any injuries?”

“Nothing major, just a few scrapes here and there” said the young woman from before “How about you?” she said worriedly

“I’m fine” he said smiling and turned to Komari once more “Do you need help getting to your destination? The police might clear this area off so it might take some time for you to go somewhere” he then fully faced her “Where are you headed anyway?”

“H-Home” she muttered but loud enough for Deku to hear as he nodded

“Do you want me to carry you there?” he offered making her blush

“N-n-no need! I can take ca-care of myself!” she automatically rejected, as the hero might be busy. She couldn’t possibly take that much of his time!

“If you say so-GAK!” he yelped as he was roughly pulled backward by Miruko

“Let’s settle this once and for all” Miruko then put Deku in the center of the heroines “Kid, who would you rather be with? Blondie 1, Blondie 2, or a babe like me?” she gestured to herself as Deku then blushed and stuttered as the three heroines leaned in and waited for his answer.

Komari couldn’t hear any more as the police escorted her out of the scene.

A few days have passed ever since her close encounter with death and Komari’s mind couldn’t help but wander to the hero that saved her. How his arms wrapped around her protectively, how his eyes showed concern towards her

She wondered why hasn’t she heard him before, maybe he was a new hero?

Well, he left an impression on her, and now she can’t get him out of her head!

She sighs as she goes to what society has dubbed ‘The Hero crush’, basically having a crush on a hero and having the knowledge that you would never be together. A dream will just be a dream.

“Ikoma-san” said someone snapping her out of trance state, she turned to the voice and saw the principal “The hero is here” he whispered

That was right, their school was having a small event in which a hero course student from a Hero school will give a small speech to the children.

Right now they managed to invite a student from UA to give the speech.

She prepped herself and straightened her clothes to look presentable. She didn’t know who was brought, all she knows was that the principal of UA picked this student himself.

She went to their gymnasium and went to her students, they were a rowdy bunch but she was able to teach the kids some manners here, and thereafter she was inspired at the remedial license exam a year ago.

“Good morning students. I’m proud to present to you the second-year student of UA university!” Komari’s eyes widen as someone walked out of backstage, someone that she knew and met a couple of days ago “DEKU!”

“He-Hey kids” he stuttered but smiled “It’s an honor to be here”

Deku took half an hour for his speech and the kids loved every second of it. He explained the value of heroism and being kind to others no matter what their flaws may be.

‘A true hero doesn’t pick whom he will save, he saves everyone that he can no matter who or what they are’ he said and the kids seemed to have some sort of understanding to this statement, after the speech, the kids surrounded him as they asked for his autograph or something like that.

She did wonder why he was so famous considering that he was still a student.

She opened her phone and searched ‘Deku’

She was surprised at the amount of information that popped out

Overhaul raid, child savior, young father, young hero, number 1 hero intern, All Might’s protégé, All Might secret love child, Top 5 hottest upcoming heroes.

All of these were either articles or websites describing Deku, all his fights, and basic information. In just two weeks of his start at being a second-year he was declared as the next ‘All Might’, the next month after that All Might himself has declared that Deku was his successor, it was then that Deku was given small missions to deal with and his popularity kept being raised.

Komari blinked at the information…great…she was crushing on the next Symbol of Peace. All the more reason that her small crush will remain a small crush.

“Are you alright?” said a voice behind her, she didn’t look and just automatically answered the stranger

“Oh yes, just had a realization is all” she sighed sadly

“Hm? What kind?”

She sighed and turned at the stranger “Oh y’know the realization that I’ll never get together wiiiiiiiiiiiiiii—DEKU?!” she shouted the last part as she finally noticed who she was talking to. It was the man himself, smiling at her

“Get together with who?” he asked while tilting his head as she grew nervous by the second

“Uhhhhhh” she said not able to form a sentence. ‘Come on! Be the adult here, you’re literally older than him. You should more compose than this!’ she scolded herself while trying to come up with something to say

*Snap* Deku snapped his fingers “I remember you!” he said “You’re the person from a few days ago” his smile transformed into a concerned one “Are you okay?”

“O-oh yes, I’m fine” she took a deep breath and bowed “Thank you for saving me back then”

“P-please r-raise your head, you don’t have to bow” he said and she raised herself “Besides, it’s what we heroes are supposed to do”

“Still, I have to thank you. You saved my life”

“Well then…you’re welcome…umm”

“Ikoma Komari” she said with a smile “It’s an honor to meet you Deku-san”

“You as well Ikoma-san” he smiled

She didn’t know how or why, but she suddenly felt a burst of confidence “Wanna go to a barbecue place nearby? They have good beer”

Deku blinked at her offer and she almost thought she screwed up, but all of her doubts were shattered as soon as he gave her his answer

“…Sure”

Let just hope to God that she doesn’t get drunk and make a fool of herself

Oh, how wrong she was…

Komari groaned as she opened her eyes, flinching at the sunlight that hit her eyes. She groaned once more feeling the familiar massive headache she had.

She would always get like this whenever she got drunk and luckily she would be able to get back home safely…which was a miracle in itself.

She stared at the ceiling remembering last night events

‘Let’s see…I remember going to the barbecue place with someone…who was it again?’

“DEKU?!” She yelled as she sat up making her flinch at the sudden motion, she covered her face with her hands in embarrassment as she realized that she got drunk and made a fool of herself in front of her crush…who was younger than her for crying out loud.

She sighed ‘Welp…there goes my love life’

She slowly sat up, she blinked as she noticed a glass of water, some medicine, and a folded note on her nightstand.

She blinked and grabbed the note

‘Maybe her parents came and visit?’ she thought as unfolded the note

Hey, hope you’re alright. Sorry, I had to leave early, I had to get back to my dorms and get ready for work. Hope you’re alright, you did drink a lot last night…and tripped a few times, had to carry you back to your apartment. I had fun, hope we get to do it again sometime. Call or text me…or should I call first? I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable or anything…yeah I’m just rambling now. So yeah, I hope you get better and I hope to hang you with you again Ikoma-san. – I.M. aka Deku

She blinked

She blinked again

And again

And then she reread the note

And again

And again

And again

Yep…it was real.

She put the note back down and slowly laid on her bed, she stared at the ceiling for what felt like an eternity.

She then grabbed the pillow beside her and put it on her face

And she screamed

And for the past 10 minutes, she was jumping in joy in her room like a schoolgirl that scored a date with her crush, which was accurate because that was what she was feeling right now.

She then rushed back to the note and looked for his number, once she found it and saved it on her phone she thought of something bold…something dangerous.

But she was on cloud 9 right now, so she was going to do it.

She decided to….send a good morning text.

Unbeknownst to her, that text would be the doom of a certain young man who was being interrogated at this very moment.

 

-1 hour earlier (Izuku POV)-

Izuku Midoriya was finally back in UA and was walking to his dorms.

Last night was…quite an experience.

He and Ikoma-san went to a barbecue place that was near the school and just like she said they had good beer, unfortunately, or fortunately, he can’t get drunk easily as this is strangely one of One For All’s side effects. He then watched as Ikoma-san drank almost 20 glasses of beer before she stopped and sank in her seat complaining about how single she was and how her husband left her.

After he paid the bill he then carried her to her apartment with her direction…well she would answer him with a grunt but he took it as a ‘You’re going the right way’ approaching an apartment he was then approached by an elderly woman who quickly recognized Ikoma-san, she then directed him to Ikoma-san’s door and told him where she hid her keys.

Opening her door he was greeted by a cat that was staring at him, he shrugged and just went to her room, once he laid her down, took her shoes off, and put the covers on, did he walk away from her room.

He thought that he should just leave, but his instincts told him not to.

She might need him still, and with that, he laid on her couch and went to sleep.

He woke up and checked on her, he sighed in relief seeing her still asleep. Before he left, he prepared some medicine for her and left her a note.

And now here he is, walking back to his dorms.

“I’m ho-” he stopped himself as the guys were in the hall “Uhh..guys?” he asked nervously and the guys looked at him with sympathy.

“It’s been nice knowing you buddy” said Kaminari as he patted Izuku’s shoulder

“Do not fret Midoriya, I will take good care of your merchandise” Iida said as he looked away

“You ready to die nerd?”

What did he do?

He walked past them only to gulp as he felt a menacing aura

“Oh hello there Midoriya-kun” greeted Momo with a smile, but he could see an intense aura coming out of her “Glad you could join us”

“Yes” said Mina as she stared blankly at him “How nice of you to join us”

“Deeekuuuu~” sang Ochako as she smiled at him innocently, but he could feel and smell death behind her smile “Care to tell us where you were last night?”

“Yes *Kero*” agreed Tsuyu who stared at him with those big eyes as she stared at his soul “Where were you?”

“I was…out” he said simply afraid and confused at their behavior

“With a woman” whispered Toru in his ear making him jump “You were with a woman last night”

“H-how di--”

Jiro picked up the remote and turned on the TV and his eyes widen.

On the TV was a Twitter post, but the content of the post was him carrying Ikoma-san on his back while the woman was laughing joyfully

“It was all over Twitter last night”

“We-well you see, there’s an explanation here” chucked Izuku nervously as he tried to explain, which was ignored by Momo

“So let’s see.” She said putting her tea down “You were with a woman, and by the look on her face she was drunk, meaning you had to take her back to her apartment which would then lead to you going to her own room and laying her down” Izuku nodded confirming her guess “Which now begs the question…” she said smiling innocently and tilting her head to the side “Where did you spend the night I.Zu.Ku?”

“W-well, I had to stay with her. She mi-might still need me.., if you know…she got sick and all that” he explained as he chuckled nervously not really knowing why there were mad at the first place

“And nothing happened?” asked Jiro as she leaned in as well

“…Yes” the girls stared at him for a moment before their menacing aura disappeared instantly. The guys sighed and Sato went to the window and shooed something away, Midoriya blinked and looked out the window, only to sweatdrop as he saw Sero and Kirishima walking away with a coffin

“Hey, Deku can I borrow your phone for a sec” asked Ochako her eyes returning back to the kind eyes he was familiar with.

“Oh sure” he said unlocking his phone and giving it to her, it was just then that his phone decide to give off a notification

“Good morning Deku~, thanks for last night. I hope we can do it again sometime, call me XOXO” Ochako reads the message

And just like that, the menacing aura returned

Izuku gulped and the guys just said Fuck it and left, leaving him alone with the girls

“I~ZU~KU~” the girls sang, it was right then that he knew, it was going to be a long day

Notes:

And that's a wrap!

It's time to give the civilians a time to shine

If you guys have a certain character that guys want me to make a chapter of then just leave it in the comments, I barely remember some of the characters so if there's a side character that was in the anime that needed their time to shine then leave it in the comments.

I honestly don't know what else to say, I might edit this if I got more to say.

Again I apologize for not replying on some of the messages, Internet is still horrible.

Chapter 25: WHO TOOK HIS V?! - Part 4

Summary:

The girl's investigation continues and after explaining why the two girls were on the ground, they discover a very interesting secret from a dragoness. After that someone was suddenly one step ahead of them, making Eri have another parent figure. What's this? Fate seems to be smiling upon them as their next victim has walked through their doors.

Notes:

And we're back in this series. Now since my internet is finally good then I can actually reply to your comments. So I'm just going to address on some of the concerns or questions that are related to this series

When Do I update this series? - Honestly whenever I can or I have an idea. I don't like writing things...for the sake of writing it, for me that would just be half-baked and I don't like that. I update this fic or this series whenever I feel like it (makes sense?)

Same Universe? - Who took is V, Everybody wants to hook Deku up with someone and all of my other chapters are separate. I might use the same joke from the other chapter or use the same background story again in another chapter but ultimately they are separate

How serious is this? - My stories...or this fic are not that serious, they have their moments where it's just pure crack or for the lol's but I do take them somewhat seriously. It's not like I'm making Izuku trip on something and suddenly all of the girls in the vicinity just fall for him (...Hmmmm)

Is it just going to be full of smut? - No...kinda. Here's the thing I'm not gonna make a chapter of Who took his V, 80% smut and the rest would be leading to said smut or another smut. I try my best to alternate between the two (Fluff and Smut). Though since we are talking about trying to find who took his V (We already know who it is :3) there's bound to be a smut somewhere

Anyway I ranted enough I hope you guys enjoy this

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

“So…they tripped?”

“Yes”

After Izuku found both Ochako and Jiro on the ground, he quickly went ahead and carried Ochako in his arms and carried Jiro with Blackwhip. The girls explained that they trained with a third year in the gym and Ochako and Jiro were simply tired and tripped.

He didn’t believe it at first but accepted it nonetheless, his priority was the two girls and the truth could come in some other time.

“W-well, we should pr-probably take them to their rooms to rest” he said as he stood up while Jiro was carried by Blackwhip. The girls nodded and went to the 2A dorms.

Izuku blinked as he finally noticed Mei and the 2B girls walking beside them “Eh? What are the 2B girls doing here?”

“Oh!” Ibara jumped a bit “W-we’re…having a sleepover with the girls!” she said hurriedly

“Y-yeah! You know…a simple…sleepover…yep” Kendo chuckled weakly while the rest of the girls groaned, but of course, Izuku believed this and just nodded. He then looked at Mei

“Even you Mei?”

“Yep!” she cheered while grinning madly making Izuku chuckle

“J-just try not to blow up the dorms”

“No promises!” Me laughed madly as they approached the dorms

As soon as Izuku stepped into the common room all he heard was a scream that was more akin to a banshee

“MIDORIYA YOU TRAITOR!” It wasn’t a banshee, it was Mineta….hooray?

“Wha?” Izuku asks as Mineta just pointed at him

“YOU LEFT FOR NO LESS THAN 5 MINUTES AND YOU COME BACK WITH A GROUP OF BABES!!” Ah, that was his reason for screaming. You would think that after a year of being with the guy, everybody would get used to him, nope. He’s even more annoying.

*BOOM!*

Luckily Bakugo is always on Mineta duty whenever he was on Eri duty

“Shut it” muttered Katsuki with Eri riding on his shoulders gripping his hair so she wouldn’t fall

The 2B girls blinked as this was their first time seeing Katsuki with a calm look on his face

“Yeah he gets like that” whispered Mina “Whenever Eri’s around he won’t even curse or yell loudly without reason” the girls just nodded slowly as Izuku went into the elevator

“Yo Midoriya, is dinner ready yet?” asked Kaminari who was playing videogames on the couch

“Maybe in an hour or so” Izuku replied pressing a button on the elevator “I have to put Ochako and Jiro to their rooms” he then looked at the girls and smiled “You guys have any requests?”

Most of the girls blushed as they felt a sort of domestic aura from Izuku, but 2A just had a droopy smile on their face as they were sort of immune to his domestic aura at this point.

“Y-Y-You don’t have to Midoriya!” screamed Kendo “W-we can just order pizza or whatever” the 2A girls chuckled and muttered ‘There is no escape to his kindness’

“But pizza is so unhealthy though” Izuku just smiled wider making the girls cover their eyes a bit due to the bright light “Don’t worry it’s no big deal for me”

“C-curry i-is fine” muttered Kendo and the rest of the girls agreed

“As long as it’s not Bakugo’s recipe then I’m good” said Sero as he tied Mineta up with his tape

“Not my fault you have no taste” Katsuki rebuked as he put down Eri, the girl then ran towards Dark Shadow who had a plate of apples

“Pretty sure our taste got burnt after we had your hot sauce soup last month” remarked Shoji, he still remembers the way he ripped his own mouth from his arms to stop the burn.

“You’re just weak!” yelled Katsuki

Meanwhile, some of the girls decided to take the stairs while some take the elevator with Izuku

Normally Izuku would blush as he was ‘trapped’ inside the elevator with the girls…well he was still blushing but not excessively so as he was before, he seemed to have some confidence now and it also helped that he had…’interacted’ with a woman more to get used to them.

He shudders as he remembers Midnight’s ‘lessons.

Once the elevator doors were open he stepped out and proceeded to Ochako’s room the girls followed him and so did the girls that were coming out of the stairs. Reaching her room he opened it with the spare key he had and laid her down on her bed. He then pulled Jiro closer to him and carried her in his arms, he ignored how she purred and leaned into his chest.

“A-ah no need Midoriya” interrupted Momo “We can take her we’re probably going to have our sleepover here anyway” she said gently as she took Jiro off of his arms and into hers. She blushed as Jiro purred once more and rubbed her head on Momo’s chest.

“…You sure?”

“Yes” said Momo as she put Jiro down next to Ochako, the petite girl grumbled a bit but proceeded to hug Ochako in her sleep with a content smile on her face. Momo and Tsuyu could feel a tiny bit of jealousy in their body but shook it off.

“Also” interrupted Kendo “I believe you also have dinner to prepare”

“Ah right” Izuku sighed “Curry is good right?” he received several nods

“I can help if you like” said a gentle voice, the girls whipped their heads at the voice to see Ibara, who also had her eyes widen seemingly shocked at what she blurted out.

“…If you want to…I guess I could use a hand” replied Izuku with a shrug “T-though, I don’t wa-want to interrupt your sleepover or anything” he quickly added

“Oh don’t worry” replied Ibara as she composed herself “I’m sure the girls would be fine” she smiled as the girls gave her a glare

“Well, okay then,” he said as he walked out of the room with Ibara in tow, she would forever deny that she was smug at the time as the girls glared at her as she and Izuku walked out of the room.

It was at this moment that Ochako and Jiro stirred awake, once they opened their eyes they had to blink repeatedly as brown eyes meets black eyes.

They stopped as they hear several familiar clicking sounds that were akin to a camera shutter, they snapped their head to the sound only to see all the girls had their phones out and was taking a picture.

“Oh would you look at that” muttered Mina “I now have some blackmail material”

Jiro and Ochako blushed, the latter blushed even more as Jiro hugged the brunette tighter

“I have no regrets”

“JIRO?!”

5 minutes later and all of the girls were on the floor while Setsuna was holding the list.

“Okay so all that is missing are Bubble Girl, Ryukyu, Mandalay, Ragdoll, and Pixiebob” said Setsuna “The problem is that none of these women are in UA or we have any sort of contact”

“We do” said both Ochako and Tsuyu

“Both of us are interns of hers *Ribbit*”

“Yeah….but we can’t just…you know…” Ochako tried to word her sentence but failed

“Ask our boss if they fucked our friend?” finished Tsuyu

“Tsu!”

“What?” Tsuyu tilted her head “That’s what you were trying to say wasn’t it?”

“Ye-yeah but…” Ochako stuttered as she blushed lightly

“What’s the matter Ocha~” Setsuna smiled “Frog got your tongue?” Ochako blushed harder at that remembering the events from earlier

“Trust me” Tsuyu started as she pointed at herself “I was tempted to shove my tongue down her throat” Ochako was steaming at this point

“Kinky” commented Yui as she drank some water “Can I try?”

“Some other time” answered Tsuyu with half-lidded eyes that made Yui drink some more water

“Horniness aside” muttered Kinoko “How are going to contact all these women?”

“Nejire could probably ask her” suggested Tsuyu “She’s a current sidekick of Ryukyu and they seem close”

“How close?”

“I think Ryuku’s exact words were ‘It’s like having an annoying lovable over-energetic little sister’” Ochako answered as she giggled “So I can pretty say they’re close”

“So I guess we’re going to call her once more” said Reiko

“Yep, hold on let me call her” Ochako said as she raised her new phone, courtesy of Momo, and dialed Nejire’s number and put it on speaker. It rang for 5 seconds before all of them heard the sound of rushing wind

New phone who dis?” Nejire’s voice came out as the wind slowly died down

“Nejire it’s Ochako”

Oh hey Ocha!” Nejire screamed as they heard a slight thud

“Hey Nejire” Ochako played with her hair a little bit “I need to ask a favor”

Sure what is it?

And before Ochako could word it better Tsuyu decided to be blunt and direct “Did Ryukyu fuck Izuku?”

“TSU!” screamed the majority of the girls

Yep

“We could have at least word it--” Ochako stopped herself and stared at her phone, and so did the rest of the girls “…What?”

Oh, well I guess it was more of like Izuku fucking Ryukyu by how she was screaming…” there was a small pause “…but yeah…they fucked

“Y’know what” started Mina “Next thing we’ll know he fucked Midnight as well”

 

-UA Staff Dorms-

“Achoo!” sneezed a curvaceous woman with dark purple hair, the woman was wearing an oversized sweater with leggings. This was Nemuri Kayama aka Midnight

“Please don’t tell me you got the flu” groaned Aizawa as he lay on the floor

“Trust me I don’t have the flu” snorted the Midnight “And how are you comfortable in that?”

“With patience and willpower” grunted Aizawa. Midnight just hummed and continued to watch her soap opera

 

-Back with the girls-

“Oh God please don’t jinx that” groaned Jiro “I could never look at her normally”

“Oh please” Setsuna snorted “You might never know, Izuku might have fucked a villain to rehab”

 

-Tartarus-

“Achoo!/Achoo!” sneezed both an ash-blonde young woman whose hair was styled in messy buns and a short shiny red-haired woman

‘Huh…is Izuku thinking of me?’ wondered the ash-blonde woman

‘…Wonder if that kid is thinking of me…’ thought the red-haired woman

 

-Back with the girls-

“Nope!” Ochako crossed her arms “I’m stopping those thoughts right here!”

“It’s just a thought” Mina chuckled “It’s not like those things actually happened right?” she was met with silence “Right?”

“Moving on” interrupted Momo “Hado-san, how do you know that they…had sex”

Oh I heard them” she said casually as they heard a small thud “I forgot my bag one day and when I came back to the office to get it I heard Ryukyu screaming ‘God Yes Izuku! Darling that’s it, keep going. YES! HARDER!

“That’s hot” Yui commented as she hugged Reiko from behind

“You gotta wonder though” Kinoko said “Who taught him to the point that he’s that good”

“It’s Izuku” answered the 2A girls

“Give him some pointers and the next thing you’ll know he’s doing every research and training there is to be perfect”

“That’s him if he’s self-thought” added Toru “Now imagine if someone’s there to actually teach him”

“Mother of God” muttered the girls horrified and slightly aroused by that idea

“Hmm, well we gotta thank whoever took his virginity. That man is a beast”

“Oh yeah, you got fucked”

You damn right I did

“Wait…” Tsuyu hummed “When was this?”

Hm? Oh! It was like…five days after my graduation

“Oh, well Izuku talked to Ryukyu way before that” Tsuyu got to her thinking pose “Do you think they talked between the cultural festival and the hero rankings?”

“Hmm...Well I do know that Izuku came to the office after the cultural festival to give some documents, but I’m not really sure if they talked”

“Can you uhhh….ask her?” asked Ochako unsurely, hopefully, Nejire was mature enough to word her question better.

Oh sure, I’m about to finish my shift anyway” They then heard a ding, the next thing they heard was Nejire’s footsteps and her humming a song as she walked.

*Knock*Knock*” they heard a ‘Who is it?’ from the other line “Nejire-chan reporting for duty!” They heard Nejire cheerfully answered next thing they knew they heard a door opening and the voice of Ryukyu came through

What can I do for you Nejire-chan?

I have a question

What is it?

Did you take Izuku’s virginity?” cue the girls facepalming and groaning while Tsuyu, Yui, and Mei were just staring at the phone listening intently. The only they head was the sound of a spit take and someone coughing

WHAT?!” screamed Ryukyu

Did you take Izuku’s virgini-EEP!” they then heard a door slam shut

I heard you I heard you just….” They heard Ryukyu groan “Don’t say it out loud like that, what if someone heard you” the girls looked at each other while gulping

We’re the only ones on this floor so it’s not like there’s anything to worry about

They heard Ryukyu sigh “Honestly Nejire if I didn’t look at you as a little sister then I would have fired you on the spot

You wouldn’t do that because you love me right?” they heard Nejire sing and then let out a small yelp

Don’t push your luck kid” Ryukyu chuckled

 

-Ryukyu Agency-

Ryukyu turned around and walked back to her desk, she leaned on her desk as she crossed her arms “So about your question”

Neijire who was still in her hero costume leaned in, her phone in hand but was forgotten and ignored by the two women in the room

“No I did not take his virginity” Nejire deflated at this making her chuckle “The time that you accidentally heard us was the only time that we had…sexual intercourse” Ryukyu finished blushing lightly as she remembered her private time with Izuku

“Awww~” Nejire whined but then had a thought “Wait, then what happened when he came here after the cultural festival a year ago”

This made Ryukyu blush a bit harder “Oh that…” she fiddled with her hair a bit “We just…talked”

“Doesn’t look like you just talked” Nejire smiled teasingly “Come on tell us~” she said jumping a bit

“*Sigh* There’s no escape from you isn—wait…’us’?” she questioned as she looked directly at Nejire and her eyes widen as she finally noticed Nejire’s phone in her hands.

“Yeah us” Nejire raised her phone “Me and the girls”

“Who…are these girls” Ryukyu asked slowly, feeling a headache coming in

“Oh Ochako, Tsuyu, this Mei girl, basically the 2A and 2B girl of UA” Nejire smiled unaware of the first girls she mentioned nervously sweating

“Uravity. Froppy.” Ryukyu said in a commanding tone

Yes Ma’am” Ryukyu heard from the other line making her sigh

“Did you and the rest of the girls there hear everything?” Ryukyu’s tone was flat but still held a serious tone that made the two girls shiver.

Yes

Please don’t fire us

Ryukyu sighed feeling all of her energy gone “Don’t worry girls I’m not going to fire you” she could feel the relief from the phone “I might fire Nejire though”

“Oh come on!” Ryukyu sighed as she walked back to her chair, she collapsed on her chair and hit her head on the desk, covering her head with her own arms

“I’m ruined” she mumbled

“Oh don’t be like that” Nejire instantly was beside her and patted her back “The girls won’t tell anybody” there was a chorus of ‘yes’, ‘definitely’, and ‘I would never’ from the phone that made Ryukyu smile slightly

“Thanks….but that doesn’t really make me feel any better girls” she sighed and after a short pause a voice was heard once more

If it makes you feel any better Ryukyu-san…we could share with you our secret

Ryukyu raised her head and looked at the phone with a raised eyebrow “A secret for a secret?”

Yes, it only seems fair since we found out your secret

Ryukyu hummed at this, it did seem a good trade. They wouldn’t spread her secret since she would know theirs as well

“Okay then. I accept.” Ryukyu said as she properly sat on her chair “Though I highly doubt your secret would be any crucial” she imagined that their secret would be that they once lost a bet and they had to do a certain thing, nothing big. Just embarrassing.

We love Izuku

…That…wasn’t what she expected though

“…Excuse me…what?”

She heard a slight coughing sound from the other line “All of us 2A and 2B girls…are in love with Izuku Midoriya

Ryukyu blinked…not believing what she heard

“Izuku also fucked me in my graduation” Nejire cheekily said grinning at Ryukyu “He made me his bitch that day”

Okay…she must be dreaming…there was no way that Izuku Midoriya…somehow has a harem of sorts…Okay now that she thinks about it, it was plausible considering that the young man was what every woman wants as a partner. It now left a question on who else was on the list that was attracted to him.

She groaned and massaged her forehead

Are you alright Ms. Ryukyu?” the voice of Ochako came through

“Yes, Uravity…I’m fine…just…trying to wrap my head around this whole thing”

Trust me, ma’am, I also wouldn’t believe it, but here we are.

“Yes…here we are” Ryukyu sighed “How did it come to this..”

Well…” Ochako started “Long story short, all of us have our own reasons why and how we’re in love with Izuku, one day we heard that someone from 2B had a crush on Izuku, after a few days of confirming the rumor we head out to 2B to investigate

Which we then found out that the whole 2B girls are in love Izuku” continued Froppy “And after a whole day of telling why and how we fell for the same boy we then later found out that he was no longer a virgin

Which then led us to a..hunt of some sort” continued a voice that was elegant yet young “Which we try to find out who took his first time

“Which then led to me being one of the suspects?” finished Ryukyu as she felt where they were going with their story, she heard a few hums of agreements before she continued “Why?”

We have a timeframe” answered Uravity “We found out that someone actually knows who it is, but they weren’t going to give the exact information so they just gave us a timeframe

Our timeframe is between the Cultural festival and the hero ranking announcement last year

“Hmmm, okay. I did talk to Izuku between those days, it was three days after the cultural festival, I needed some documents that concerned the Overhaul investigation, and since Nighteye was the one leading the investigation he had the most info.” Ryukyu blinked as she saw Nejire sit on the chair in front of her and place the phone on her desk, she sighed and continued on with her story

“What I didn’t know was that Izuku himself will be delivering the documents”

 

-Flashback: Three Days after Cultural Festival-

*Knock*Knock*

Ryukyu looked up as she heard knocking coming from her door, her assistant in the lobby informed her that someone from the Nighteye Agency came to deliver her requested documents.

She smiled sadly as the name of the pro came to her head. It was the bitter truth in their profession. Some lives were just taken, even if you did all you could. You can’t save everybody.

That doesn’t mean she couldn’t be frustrated though.

She sighed and looked at the door once more “Come in”

The door opened and the person that walked in surprised her. It was the young man from the raid, who had defeated Overhaul and was one of the interns of the recently deceased pro.

“H-he-hello Ms. Ryukyu. I’m De-Deku from the Nighteye Agency” he then handed her an envelope “H-here is your requested documents Ma’am”

She nodded and accepted the documents, opening the envelope she then inspected the contents to see if everything was there, satisfied she closed the envelope and looked at the young man

“Thank you Deku, everything seems to be in order. Tell Centipeder thank you” she said kindly

“W-will do Ma’am” he then turned around and started to walk away, but before he could even take a step she decided to stop him

“Hey” he turned around to face her “I need to ask you a few questions. Would it be alright?”

“Y-yes!” he stood ramrod straight making her giggle, she gestured at the chair in front of her. Taking the message he sat down and looked at her

“Are you alright?” she asks gently “I’m pretty sure, losing a mentor wasn’t one of your expectations in your work studies” she tried to be gentle but also trying to lighten the mood a bit.

Deku looked at the ground and played with his thumbs “Y-yeah, I’m okay…”

Ryukyu leaned in a bit “Are you sure? It’s okay to let those emotions out” she gave him a smile to assure him “You’re safe in this room. No one, especially me, will judge you.”

He looked at her unsurely, but she wouldn’t budge so he sighed and looked ahead “I guess…I feel..” he put his hands in front of him “Inadequate?... Like I could have done better”

She nodded fully listening to the young man

“If I could have just…reached him faster or if I grabbed Eri and ran at full speed or if I….I don’t know” he sighed in defeat

“It’s not your fault” she says gently but he just smiled sadly

“That’s what everyone said…but I still feel like I could have done…more”

“I know the feeling” she says as her mind wandered back when she was underground with Nighteye “Maybe if I could have flown him to the nearest hospital, he would be alive…or if I have just reached him faster and fought Overhaul myself, he wouldn’t need to fight in the first place”

“It wasn’t your fault…you did what you could” this made her chuckle

“You’re sounding like a hypocrite Deku” she saw him blush brightly making her chuckle once more “But that’s my point” she sat up properly in her chair and looked at him “We all did what we could at the time, as much as we could think of all the things we could have done…there wasn’t really a choice” she said and she saw him look defeated and a bit sad “That’s the reality we face kid, we can save all the people we want…but we can’t save everybody” she thought sadly and remembering all the lives she saved and lost in her time in being a hero “But…” she continued, Deku looking at her “That doesn’t mean that we can’t learn from this” she smiled at him “Use your mistakes and the things you wish you could have done and use them as your inspiration to be better”

Deku listened to her words and seemed to slowly digest them as he looked at the floor

And then he smiled

“You’re…right” he said looking at her brightly “T-thank you…”

She gave him her own smile “No problem kid” she looked at the clock that was in her desk and noticed that they talked for almost 30 minutes, she then grabbed a blank piece of paper and wrote her number on it. “Here”

Izuku looked at it and blushed “I-I-I-I-I-I” she giggled at his stutter

“Take it…just in case you need someone to talk to”

Deku nodded and grabbed the piece of paper as if it was the most fragile thing and the rarest thing on the planet. “T-th-thank y-you, Ryukyu-san”

“Kid we literally fought together, just call me Ryukyu or Ryu” she blinked at the last one not knowing where it came from but she could feel a sort of growl inside her that likes the idea making her question it even more

“O-o-okay…Ryukyu” he blushed brightly

“Now go ahead and scram kid” she said playfully “Centipeder might be worried that I kept you this long”

“A-ah right!” he said and after bowing he then sprinted out of her office, she was going to ignore the feeling of disappointment that she felt when he left

She decided to scan the documents and start working, the first thing she grabbed was surprisingly a picture and not just an ordinary picture.

It was a picture of Deku in his UA school uniform smiling, at the bottom of the picture was the simple details. ‘Name: Izuku Midoriya, Age: 18, Year: First Year, Hero Name: Deku’. Ryukyu looked at the picture itself and smiled

“He looks so cute” she purred as she held the picture

She blinked

….

She purred….

….

…shit

-Flashback END-

“After that, my instincts basically screamed at me to see him and claim him” she chuckled as she blushed “I had to fight myself every time whenever I either talk to him or meet him face to face”

“Bet it was heaven when you two fucked” commented Nejire and she had to blink in surprise as Ryukyu purred and had a faraway look on her face

“Trust me~” she purred “I marked him so much and he marked me. So. Many. Times~” she sighed dreamily. She then remember where she was and coughed, recomposing herself “And that’s basically how our talk went”

…Huh” mumbled Ochako

“Hm? Is something the matter?” asked Ryukyu surprised at their reaction

O-oh no! it’s just….the first time we heard someone falling for him, but he was the one being comforted…

“…Well to be fair” Ryukyu chuckled “I was the older one in the room, it wasn’t like he was going to pull a move on an old woman such as myself”

 

-UA: 2A Dorms-Kitchen-

Izuku looked up from his position, his hand stopped stirring

“Is something the matter?” asked Ibara as she checked the rice, she was wearing a cute pink apron with a heart in the center.

“N-no…I don’t know why but…” he narrowed his eyes as he looked at the sky “I just had this…sudden urge that I needed to tell someone how beautiful and perfect they are”

Ibara squeaked at this imagining him looking straight at her eyes and saying she was the most beautiful thing in the world

Mineta was screaming from his mummified position in the corner of the common room, the boys were just playing video games while some were betting when the green-heads would get together.

Shoji was taking a picture of the two and saving it with a caption ‘Husband and Wife’

Eri was staring at the two with wide eyes and in her combination of joy, excitement and innocence decided to utter one word

“Mama!”

 

-Back with Ryukyu-

If Izuku heard you say that then he would just spend the rest of his day telling you otherwise” said Tsuyu as the rest of the girls giggled at her statement

“Yep sounds like Izuku” agreed Ryukyu “So, where do we go from here?” she then heard an excited gasp from three women

You should join our cult!” she then heard three ‘Bonks’

Do not call it a cult

Ryukyu raised her eyebrow “What is this…cult?”

Hearing a sigh from the other line “We’re…calling ourselves…the MidoCult

Though we are not a cult, we’re in a Polyamorous relationship

“…Oh” Ryukyu blinked “And you want me to join…that?”

No one’s forcing you, you can still be with Izuku” Ryukyu blushed at that “And we would give our consent, just as long as…y’know…we know.

“…I’ll consider it” Ryukyu finally answered, Nejire let out a small ‘Yey’ as tiny sparkles surrounded her “In any case, I wish you luck with your investigation”

After a few ‘Goodbye’ from the other line, the call was ended. Ryukyu then dismissed Nejire and after 2 minutes of assurance that she wasn’t fired, the blue-haired girl finally left leaving Ryukyu alone once more

She stared outside for a while before she reached out for her phone and began to type on a particular group chat

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Deku? Dicku…what’s the difference?

Dragoness

It would seem…that we have competition

TheWabbit

Oh this should be good

MountThisB

Please don’t tell me the 2A and 2B girls are also in love with him

Dragoness

:3

MountThisB

Oh come on!

Dom/Sub

To be fair, we did consider the possibility of him attracting women his age.

MountThisB

Oh shush you

You have a hand on expanding his harem

Dom/Sub

I have no regrets

MountThisB

Among other things

Dom/Sub

Why you little…

Medusa

Now now, let’s all calm down

Laugh B***h

Nope, let the chaos reign in girls!

Sirius

Why am I here again?

Dom/Sub

You also love Izuku don’t you?

Sirius

I JUST SAID HE WAS CUTE!

Dragoness

We all started that way

MountThisB

And look at us now…fallen desperately in love with the same man

Dom/Sub

You’re the only desperate one here

MountThisB

You wanna go old hag?!

Dom/Sub

Bring it!

Momdalay

Let’s all calm down, it is 7 pm. Let’s not start a fight

Dom/Sub

So anyway…what is this about a competition?

Dragoness

You see…

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- UA: 2A Dorms-Ochako’s Room-

“So that happened” commented Kendo after the call was ended

“Indeed” said Momo “All that’s left now is Bubble Girl, Pixie-Bob, Mandalay, and Ragdoll”

“How are we going to contact all of them though?” asked Toru caressing her head after being hit by Kendo “I don’t think any of us have their numbers” they shook their heads

The 2A girls felt their phones vibrate, Momo opened her phone and saw that Izuku texted in the group chat saying that dinner was ready

“Well looks like we’re going to find out later, dinner is ready” this made every female in the room have a growling stomach

“DINNER!” screamed Toru and Mina as they both sprinted out of the room and headed downstairs. Momo sighed at their behavior but followed nonetheless.

Soon the 2A and 2B girls minus Mina and Toru, were walking down the stairs. They blinked as they saw the males were eating in the common room, while the coffee table was filled with foods that the boys shared.

“Oh, girls I’m right here in the kitchen” yelled a happy voice that they recognized was Ibara’s voice. They walked to the kitchen and blinked as they saw Mina and Toru staring at a particular spot, following their gaze they could feel their eyes widen as they saw Ibara…with Eri on her lap…smiling.

What they heard next broke them

“Mama why is Papa over there and not sitting beside you?” asked Eri as she looked at Ibara

…Mama

…Eri called her Mama…Eri called…Ibara Mama

‘Traitor!’ screamed most of the girls in their head while some were still processing what they were seeing and hearing

“You’re right Eri, let me fix that” Ibara shot out her vines quickly towards the lounge where a certain green-haired young man was. The girls heard someone let out a yelp before the vines quickly pulled something onto the chair beside Ibara.

Izuku blinked as he held his plate of curry that was miraculously undamaged, one minute he was with the guys, the next thing he knew vines were suddenly wrapped around him, and in the blink of an eye he was in the kitchen once more sitting besides Ibara. Eri cheered and climbed to his lap, he patted the little girl’s head and looked at Ibara, he blushed as he remembered when Eri suddenly called her ‘Mama’. He basically crashed right then and there and he didn’t have the heart to tell the little girl the reality and instead opted to ask Ibara to ‘pretend’ to be her mom for one day.

Which he didn’t need to do in the first place as Ibara suddenly radiated with joy and hugged the little girl and began to dote on the child.

He could feel Nana smirking and whistling inside him and he had to convince himself that Ibara was just doing this for Eri and not because she liked the idea of them getting married and having kids.

Yep…just pretending. For Eri.

He then saw the rest of the girls standing and staring at them, well mostly at Ibara, and decided to invite them to the table

“Umm…dinners ready?”

 

-1 Hour Later-

Dinner was…quiet. For the most part.

The girls sat down and ate dinner, with Eri being assisted from time to time by either Izuku or Ibara, which would then lead to some of the girls giving Ibara a look which the vine-haired woman didn’t give any sort of care in the world as she just smiled.

Izuku meanwhile was looking between Ibara and the girls. Slightly worried at the gazes that they were sending to Ibara, while not threatening it was slightly worrying.

Dinner was done and he was about to wash the dishes, only to be stopped by a large hand.

“Let us do the dishes Midoriya, it’s the least we could do”

“O-oh, I couldn’t p-possibly” Izuku then felt a hand on his shoulder, looking to his left he saw Momo

“We insist” as she said that he could feel some auras from the rest of the girls, knowing that he wasn’t needed there and understanding that there was going to be a talk between the girls, he nodded and picked up Eri and went to the lounge.

Finally alone, Ibara gulped as she was released from her high

“Ibara~” Ibara felt a hand on her shoulder she looked up and saw Setsuna and Ochako “Care to explain?”

And explain she did. Basically, as soon as they started cooking dinner she was on a high, the feeling of someone you love cooking beside you just felt so right with her. She just sees herself cooking dinner with him while there were little versions of herself and Izuku running around the house, it was at this moment that Eri called her ‘Mama’. She couldn’t explain it, but there was something inside her that…clicked and she has never felt so…happy and content with her life.

“It was at that moment that…” Ibara sighed dreamily “That I knew I wanted to be with him” she whispered and the girls cooed at her, even Kinoko and Pony who were doing the dishes cooed at her. Jealousy was gone and they were back to see the two as a cute couple

“We should have taken a picture” Toru said making Setsuna and Mina snap their fingers as they realized they missed their chance.

“Welp, it’s official” Ochako sighed “Ibara is one step ahead of us” it was at this moment that Ochako realized that someone was missing in their group “Hey where’s Mei?”

The girls looked around for the pink-haired maniac, Jiro perked up as her jacks pointed at the common room

“I think I hear her in the lounge” the girls stood up and looked for their friend only to crouch down to not disturb the adorable sight they saw.

Mei was sitting on the floor while hugging Eri, who was sitting on her lap as the little girl drew on a piece of paper. Eri herself was drawing, Izuku and Kirishima who were carrying Sero and Sato respectively. The four males were posing for Eri as she drew on a piece of paper.

The girls cooed silently as the sight

Once Eri was done, everyone gathered around the paper to see her work. And yes even Mineta, though he was being kept away from the girls by Sero.

Eri’s drawing was a simple one, she was a child after all. Everyone was a stick figure with different types of hair and colors of stick figures. Izuku was obviously the green one with cloud-like hair, Kirishima was the red one and his hair was spiky, Sero was the black one and his hair was five lines, and lastly Sato was the brown one with his hair similar to Kirishima’s but his stick figure had round shapes on its arms depicting his huge muscles.

It was a simple drawing, but for everyone in the room, it was one of the most sacred drawings they have ever seen.

“This is amazing Eri!” complimented Momo and the little girl giggled. Izuku took the drawing and placed it on the fridge for everyone to see.

Izuku smiled proudly and fondly as he stared at Eri who was finally acting as a kid and enjoying it.

It was at this moment that they had a visitor

“LEMILLION!” screamed someone from outside the front door, suddenly a yellow streak flew through the door and into the lounge “IS HERE!”

“Uncle Mirio!” screamed Eri as she hugged the blonde man

“Hey there champ” greeted Miro as he returned the hug “How are you?”

“I’m fine!”

“Don’t forget about me” said a young woman at the door. The young woman was fairly well-built with a rather slim build, her skin was light blue and her hair was dark blue. The blue-skinned woman raised a small box “Look what I got Eri~”

Eri looked at the woman and the box and her smile widen, she wiggled out of Mirio’s grip and hugged the woman’s legs “I would never forget about you” The woman melted at the little girl’s hug and smile fondly.

“Here you go, you little cutie” the woman pinched Eri’s cheeks lightly making the little girl giggle, she then gave the little girl the box.

Eri then ran off with the box and headed in Tokoyami’s direction. “Uncle Toko can you open this for me?” the bird-headed man smiled and nodded

“Of course, little one” grabbing the box he headed to the kitchen. Dark Shadow then came forth and grabbed Eri making the little girl laugh as she ‘flew’

Izuku smiled seeing Eri’s smile. He remembered the first time that Eri and Tokoyami first interacted, and she was scared seeing him as she remembered everything that Overhaul did. Tokoyami of course was shocked at the clear fear in the eyes of the child when she saw him and after he was explained why that was the case, he had to fight Dark Shadow and himself from finding the man that was responsible for the torture that they have given to the child.

Tokoyami understood why he needed to be out whenever Eri was in the dorms or anywhere at all, considering that he was one of the triggers of her trauma. He wasn’t sad nor upset that he needed to go, he completely understood and left. That was of course when one day, he was training in the backyard away from Eri. When he sat down and took a break, he was surprised when Eri herself came to him slowly with a bottle of water, she gave the water with shaky hands and he thanked her after he grabbed the water she ran inside but peeked every once in a while.

After a few months, they grew close and he held the title of ‘One of the Best Uncle’ in Eri’s life.

“Earth to Izuku” Izuku felt someone knocking on his head, looking to his left he saw the blue-skinned woman in front of him

“Y-yes B-bubble Girl?” What he didn’t know was that the moment he said that the girls snapped their head in his direction.

Bubble Girl pouted and pinched his cheeks and unlike Eri’s, this one hurt “How many times do I have to remind you to just call me Kaoruko or Awata when I’m not in uniform”

“S-s-sowwy”

The girls meanwhile were staring at the scene and they noted how close the two of them are. They all looked at each other and nodded, wordlessly agreeing on what they needed to do. All of them simultaneously put on some shades.

It was time to interrogate once more.

Notes:

And that's a wrap!

Yep only one woman gets interrogated here and it's Ryukyu, but wait what's this? More Pro Heroines? Hell yeah!

So...I have some news....We're approaching the end of this arc...and the beginning of another one, a sequel of course (That is if you want one) but here's the rundown, the next arc would be full of smut. Not that much that it's just a smut story, god knows I'm not good at it. There's going to be confessions, comedy, dates, crack, kisses, nezu, falling in love and smut.

I think Who took his V only has two or three chapters remaining, so might as well get ready for that. So I guess that's my question. Do you guys want a sequel/next arc of Who took his V? let me know in the comments

Chapter 26: The Frog and her feelings

Summary:

Tsuyu Asui never planned to Fall in love, the problem was that Izuku decided to exist.

Notes:

Back again with this fic, and I come with good news though it's unrelated with the fic. I have passed my proposal defense!
That's it, that's my good news, also I have some other news as well but it's going be in the end notes.

First I have a question, because there are characters that exist in the anime but don't have an official name yet, example is cowlady in the wiki it's just cow lady or the students from the pageant, they exist but don't have official names in the wiki. My question is that would it be alright if I give them names and background of their own or should we just stick with people that has names in the wiki

That's it for now so I hope you guys enjoy this

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Tsuyu Asui, a young woman with frog-like features was never one to fantasize about silly things such as meeting the ‘right one’ or ‘everything around you would go in slow motion when you meet the right one’ or even ‘your heart will know the right one’, those kinds of things. She did have goals.

Take care of her family, go to a hero school, take care of her little siblings, graduate, make sure her little sibling don’t burn the house down, become a hero, move out while also making sure her little sibling can take care of themselves, meet someone to settle down with, get married, have kids, have grandkids, die and the end.

That was it, she didn’t have any major things to wish for nor to actually desire, she was content with what she had.

Then Izuku Midoriya decided to exist

It was quite a sight and sensation.

That moment when her life just flashed between her eyes as the grayish blue-haired villain rushed towards her, arms outstretched ready to dust her.

The pain never came even though the villain’s hands were touching her face, she would forever be grateful to her sensei for saving her that time, but her heart would forever be engrained with the determined eyes of her classmate.

His shout of “GET AWAY FROM HER!” will forever be in her head, repeating those words in her dark times.

And as Izuku flew to the villain's arm cocked and ready, everything went in slow motion.

Her eyes were fixed on Izuku’s form as he slowly went to the villain, and for a brief second, their eyes met and suddenly she was then flooded with images of her and Izuku doing various things

Going on dates

Eating Icecream

Babysitting Samidare and Satsuki

Cuddling

Graduating

Getting Married

Having kids

Her mind was stuck on the image of the two of them getting married. It was almost as if someone just took a picture of them, she looked at her face and saw that she was…happy.

She was snapped back to reality when a huge gush of wind suddenly rushed towards her, once all the dust was cleared, she saw Izuku standing there…with the giant bird monster beside him.

Her body moved on its own as she got out of the villain’s grip and shot out her tongue with the intention of saving her…friend no matter the cost.

Then All Might came and everything was fine once more.

Then the sleepless nights came, she was haunted by the thought of being killed by the villain, not seeing her family again, she was just gone, just like that.

But sometimes, in her dreams. Izuku was there.

Saving her…and she felt…safe.

It was rare, but in those nights where Izuku was in her dreams, she could sleep peacefully as the mere thought of the boy sends a sensation in her body that she just felt safe whenever he was around.

She wanted him.

She wanted to be with him.

She wanted to confess…but couldn’t

As much as she could just bluntly say ‘Midoriya I like you, want to go out?’, seeing his interaction with girls and him just going haywire and a mumbling mess (which was cute in her opinion) made her realize that this approach was not the best, and she just opted to wait and slowly get closer with the boy.

Which was hard as she watched him destroy himself again. And again. And again.

She wanted to tell him to stop, but she could see it in his eyes that this was what he wanted, that even if she did tell him to stop, he wouldn’t.

So she decided to train, if she was strong enough then surely he wouldn’t need to protect her and she would help him protect others.

If she couldn’t stop him then she could at the very least lower the burden.

And seeing him fly in the air, glowing with green electricity surrounding him, and with zero injuries made her feel…happy.

Happy for him to get some level of control with his quirk

And happy for herself that she wouldn’t suffer any more heart attacks from seeing his injuries.

Oh how wrong she was

Seeing him burst from the forest with both arms broken made her heart stop and she could feel her soul leave out of her body, she silently promised that she would make sure to tie him to his own bed when everything was done, but they had other things to worry about such as chasing a masked man.

Then the dorms happened and after her tearful speech everything was calm once more, well that was until their training happened and everything was back to being hectic.

She decided that she couldn’t wait anymore and just confess out right after the license exam, she would go slow and gentle to make sure he doesn’t panic or run away.

If he does run away…she would just drag him back…gently…some chasing might be involved.

But all that crashed and burned when Ochako, her best friend, admitted that she was having feelings for someone, she had a hunch on who it was, there were only three males in their small circle of friends and she prayed it wasn’t who she thought it was, but once Ochako looked out the window and stared at something…her fears came true as she knew only one person that was outside at that time.

And so, she decided to be a good friend and backed off. No matter how it hurt.

And hurt it did.

Seeing the two of them together brought her joy and sadness

Seeing their smiles brought elation and misery to her heart

She wasn’t going to ruin that, no matter how much she wanted to be in her place.

And no matter how much she wanted to strangle her best friend on why she hasn’t confessed yet, she had to stay calm

That was until 5 minutes ago when Ochako herself has announced something.

“What do you mean you’re never going to confess?!” screamed Mina as she stared at a chuckling Ochako, Tsuyu herself stared at her best friend as if she grew a second head.

“It’s just that…” She began while playing her thumbs “I want to focus on school and my own goals and being in a relationship, is a huge commitment that I just don’t think I’ll have the time for”

Mina was about to yell something but closed her mouth and just plopped her head on the bed, everyone could hear her groan.

“I thought for sure you and Midoriya would get together” she said slightly muffled but was still audible making the rest of them chuckle

“Deku’s a great guy I’m sure. He’s nice, he’s cute, he can cook and he’s basically a father figure to Eri” Ochako said smiling

“So basically the best boyfriend ever?” giggled Toru making Ochako blush but nodded nonetheless “Well if that’s what you want then we’ll support you”

“It’s stupid” Mina raised her head “But yeah, we’ll support you” Momo and Jiro nodded. Tsuyu was still staring at Ochako

“So” she started making the rest of the girls and Ochako look at her “If someone were to confess to him, you wouldn’t mind?” she asked seriously. The girls gasped while Ochako’s eyes widen

“W-why a-are you asking?” Ochako stuttered “A-a-are yo-you going to co-confess?”

“Yes” she answered simply and Mina and Toru squealed “So if someone were to get together with him. There will be no hard feelings?” her face was normal but her heart was beating loudly that she wouldn’t be surprised if Jiro hears it, she was nervous that her best friend would hate her, but right now at this moment she didn’t care. She needed to be honest.

Ochako stared at her best friend for a long time before turning serious “No” she sighed “No, there wouldn’t be any hard feelings.” She then smiled “If anyone wanted to be with him, they are free to do so, just…” she gulped “…Don’t hurt him” then she had a menacing aura “Or you’ll deal with me”

Tsuyu smiled “Noted” what followed was Mina and Toru basically interrogating her about her feeling for the boy, when she planned to confess, etc.

It was midnight when she got out of Momo’s room and was about to head to her own room but stopped.

She turned around and headed to the elevator, she hummed a small song as the elevator descended, and as the doors opened she walked to a specific door.

She knocked and she could hear the sound of the bed slightly creaking and a distant ‘Coming’, she waited patiently, and as the door opened she saw the man she was hoping to spend the rest of her days with.

Izuku Midoriya.

“Asui-chan?” he said as he rubbed his eyes

“Tsu” she corrected with a smile

“Ah right” he yawned scratching his belly for a moment “..Is there something you need?”

“I have a question” she said slightly inching towards him

“Hm? What is it?”

“Will you go out with me?” she said bluntly as she stared at his soul.

This got him awake as his eyes widen and stared at her as if Bakugo suddenly went nice and said good morning properly.

“A-a-a-a-ah…what?” he chuckled “I-I think I-I heard you wrong…what did you s--”

“I like you, want to go out with me?”

He stood there silently for a moment, and before she knew it he fainted.

She blinked at his unconscious form, then looked at his bed, then back to him, then to his bed once more.

“Might as well cuddle with him” this was the last thing she said as she stepped inside and closed the door.

She had a cuddle session to attend to

Notes:

And that's a wrap

So what's my news? I am now in Fiverr, if you don't know what Fiverr is, it's basically a freelancing sight. Now let's just make one thing clear. Any suggestions, or fic ideas, or things like that you guys put in the comments? I will still write those when I'm in the mood and I will still write here in this fic with all my ideas and shenanigans. Nothing is gonna change.

What just going to happen now is that if you guys want me to write something in particular like a....Izuku x Mika x Kyoka, that kind of bs or a normal fluff with your own idea or setting like Izuku x Toru but Izuku is a villain. That kind of thing. Again not saying you guys need to pay me or anything. I'm not saying that. At all. I'm just a guy trying to make a living. Everything else continues as it were.

Also advance merry Christmas to you guys

Chapter 27: The want of Villains

Summary:

There was a breakout in Tartarus and some villains are on the loose. Will Deku be able to get all of them?... What's that? He already got them? What do you mean they changed sides? And how is Miruko in all of this?!

Notes:

And back again with another chapter of this pic. And since you guys seem to not mind me giving names to some characters , the I'll give them names.

Okay so here's the sitrep, there are two people I added on this, technically they are on the wiki, not much info but they are in the wiki so I decided to add them. There will be a pic of them so you guys know who I'm talking about.

And also...smut warning? Not really....I just kinda described what they did but nothing major to count as smut. Just tell me in the comments if it is kinda smut so I can update this chapter.

With that I hope you enjoy this chapter

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

How did it come to this?

This was the thought of Izuku Midoriya as he stared at the ceiling of a worn-out apartment. He was panting as he was tired, he also couldn’t ignore the weight that was on his body.

He gulped fully knowing what it was…or more likely who it was.

He looked to his chest to see a pale, dirty ash-blonde hair that was normally styled in two messy buns but was now free and slightly covered his chest. The owner of the hair was his enemy…well former enemy Himiko Toga, a highly dangerous villain that could kill you on the spot with her knife but was now peacefully sleeping and resting her head on his chest.

He looked to his left and saw a woman with pale blue skin and pale lilac hair peacefully resting her head on his left shoulder and just like Himiko, she was sleeping. This was Chitose Kizuki a former member of the Meta Liberation Army, who also was trying to kill him moments ago.

Looking to his right he saw a woman with short shiny red hair resting her head on his right shoulder, this was Kiruka Hasaki also known as Slice, also known as the woman trying to kill him and his friends that time they were on Nabu Island, also known as the woman that was trying to stab him hours ago.

But it didn’t stop there, he felt some weight that was resting on both his thighs, craning his neck he saw two women that he remembered from the USJ in his first year. The first woman that was resting on his left leg had gray hair that was styled in dreadlocks and another woman, this time resting on his right leg had light brown hair.

He plopped his head back on the pillow and resumed his staring competition with the ceiling

How did it come to this?

His movement caused the five women to stir. Himiko hugged him tighter and after licking his chest went back to sleep, Chitose moved her head closer to his neck and took a long whiff of his scent, and went back to sleep, Kiruka grumbled a bit but chose to hug his arm and went back to sleep, the two women that were on his legs just chose to hug their new pillow and went back to sleep.

Now, normally this wouldn’t be a problem at all.

But they were naked

All of them were

…Including him…

He gulped as he felt their sweaty bodies rub against him…and also something sticky.

He had to control himself as he felt his guy downstairs brush on Himiko's…woman part.

He asked himself once more. How did it come to this?

 

-6 Hours Ago-

“Do you guys understand the situation?”

“Yes sir!/Yeah whatever” answered the two heroes. The first person was a woman with muscular arms and legs, she had dark skin and white hair, on her head were long rabbit ears pointing upwards. This was the current no. 5 Pro Hero Miruko.

Beside her was a young man wearing a dark green full-body suit with a red belt. On his arms were white arm braces with his knuckles having some holes in them, on his feet were iron soles and his knee pads had yellow bolts, on his face was a metal respirator and a green mask, the shadows casting over his eyes making his green eyes glow. This was Deku, a second-year student of UA university.

Now, some might ask what is a pro hero that doesn’t team up and a student doing in this situation. Well here’s the answer.

There was a break-out in Tartarus and some villains escaped. Luckily a handful of them was captured a day later but there were still some on the loose, mainly Himiko Toga of the League of Villains, Slice who was one of the villains that attacked Nabu Island, and Curious of the former Paranormal Liberation Front or Meta Liberation Army. These three women were still at large and intel suggest that they were hiding in a specific area of Esuha City.

While this was the job for the Pros, Izuku Midoriya or Deku volunteered to join the hunt as he has experience on Himiko and Slice. The pros were hesitant about this but with the approval of Endeavor and Pro’s that Deku has worked with in the past, he was accepted in the mission but with the condition that he had a pro hero beside him.

Detective Naomasa briefed the top 20 heroes about this on how there was a student that volunteered on a mission and they need a hero beside him, the moment he said that Miruko stood up and walked towards the doors intending to leave, Fat Gum then asked the million-dollar question on who the student was. Nezu, who was sitting at a table, answered it was Deku, and it was then that Mirko turned around and volunteered herself to go with him, which shocked the rest of them, except for Nezu as he sat there drinking his tea, as they knew she never wanted to team up with anyone.

But she wasn’t the only one that wanted to volunteer, several pros raised their hands and were pretty vocal on wanting to team up with the student. Naomasa raised his eyebrow as he noticed that majority were heroines. Hawks, Endeavor and Kamui Woods were the only exception.

What made them act was what Nezu said next “Only one Pro can be with him” he then raised a piece of paper “If you want to join him then just put your name and signature here”

Naomasa decided to book it when he noticed that the women in the room were starting to get violent, and so did the rest of the pros. Good thing too, as the heroines started to fight for the right to team up with the student. In the end, Miruko was left standing there with a few knocked-out Pros surrounding her, she glared at the three remaining males in the room. Kamui Woods decided to do the most logical thing and jumped out the window and swung further and further away from the building. Endeavor raised a finger to say something but Miruko just growled, he sighed and burst into flames as he flew out the window as well. Miruko looked at Hawks and cracked her knuckles, the man just chuckled and raised his hands, and slowly floated away.

“Congratulations Miruko” clapped Nezu as he handed the paper to her “Please put your name and signature here”

Miruko smiled and walked towards the man-rabbit-bear-thing but was stopped when she felt a hand grab her legs, looking down she saw Ryukyu looking up at her.

“You haven’t won yet”

Miruko just laughed and patted her head “Don’t worry, I’ll name one of my kits after you” she said as she signed the paper.

This now brings us back to the two heroes in the room, standing side by side and was being briefed by Naomasa. Deku himself was nervous, excited, and scared. Nervous because this was his first major mission in a long time, excited because he can finally go out once more and be a hero, scared because of his partner. This wasn’t the first time they met, the first time they met was…interesting to say the least.

It was at the time when they were fighting the Paranormal Liberation Front, once the civilians were evacuated and he then head to battle. He saw Miruko standing there alone surrounded by 5 High-End Nomus, he knew she could handle herself but he just didn’t accept it and his body moved on its own. Using Blackwhip he grabbed a bus and tossed it to the three that were behind her, this got her attention distracting her for a brief moment which was used by the Nomus to lunge at her. He didn’t let that happen as he grabbed her waist using Blackwhip, and tossed her into the air making the Nomus miss.

Deku used this brief confusion to grab all of them by their heads and tossed them to the side, it didn’t take long for them to get up once more but he was already in the air with Miruko

“Who the hell do--” she didn’t get to finish her rant as he grabbed her waist with Blackwhip and tossed her to the Nomus, she blinked at this for a moment but grinned as she got the message, she did a cartwheel in the air and yelled out

“Lunar Yo-yo!” The Nomus didn’t stand a chance as they were hit with a barrage of kicks by a powerful woman with powerful kicks. Deku then pulled her closer to him as he fell and held her bridal style.

Miruko looked at him dead in the eyes as Izuku blushed finally noticing that he was holding Miruko herself in his arms.

But what she said next would forever explain their relationship throughout the years/months.

“Wanna have kids?”

It was then that he knew she wasn’t joking as after the whole dilemma with Shigaraki and the arrest of the villains, she persisted with either chasing him until he loses her or her appearing suddenly.

One time he was going to brush his teeth in his bathroom only to see her there clad in only a towel waiting for him.

He will always be a fan of her and would forever geek out when the mere mention of her was heard, but he would always run away when he saw her looking at him with hunger in her eyes and the smile that states ‘Your and my pelvis would not survive’

He gulped as Naomasa finished his briefing, Deku and Mirko then walked out of the building and started their hunt…well after a few minutes of Izuku running away from a horny bunny screaming to breed her, after that they went to hero mode and started their hunt.

They split up to cover more ground but to keep radio contact every 10 minutes, if no one answered after that then that is the sign of an emergency.

It was then that he noticed a sound coming from an alley. It was slightly muffled but he heard a distinct sound of metal hitting each other.

“Miruko” he said after tapping his earpiece

Yeah?” her voice came out as did the sound of wind rushing past her.

“There’s a noise in an alleyway near me. Going to investigate”

Sure. Keep me updated

He grunted in confirmation and proceeded to silently go to the top of the building, and as he got closer the sound that he heard was getting louder and an argument was heard. Looking down he was surprised to see all of the escaped villains were there fighting, that was not all. To the side were two female villains that he recognized back in the USJ in his first year. One had gray hair that was styled in dreadlocks and the other had light brown hair that was styled in twin tails.

 

Needle HairMartial Hair

 

He tapped his earpiece and whispered “Miruko, I found all of them. They seem to be fighting each other. Going in for the capture”

Hell no! You wait for me, I’m on my way” as much as he wanted to go ahead and capture all of them, he needed to follow her orders and stay put. That changed as soon as the one with dreadlocks shot a bunch of needles and missed their target, making her needles travel out of the alleyway and into the street, where there was a civilian standing there watching the scene.

He jumped from his location and towards the civilians tackling them out of the way in the nick of time. He sighed in relief and looked at the civilian in his arms.

“Are you ok-Todoroki-san?” and true to his word, Fuyumi Todoroki, his friend’s sister was in his arms as said woman just blinked at him as he held her

“H-How do y-you—Midoriya-san?” she said shocked as she recognized his voice. He then put her down to the ground

“Y-yeah” he chuckled “What ar-” the sounds of fighting brought him back to his mission as he looked at the alleyway once more, he then looked at the young woman who just smiled

“Go ahead hero” she made a shooing motion, he nodded and ran to the alley, completely missing the blush on the young woman.

Deku charged at the villains with moderate speed trying to keep noise at the minimum as they haven’t noticed him yet. He needed to end this before more civilians get in danger.

Everything went in slow motion as he proceeded to go to his ‘Analysis mode’. He knew Toga was a threat, she was highly lethal with her knife and after her evolution of using other people’s quirks, it was safe to say that out of all of them she was the dangerous one, his eyes then went to Curious, he knew her quirk lets her detonate things as a landmine and he knows that everything she touches would be an arsenal for her blow up, for all he knew the whole alleyway was rigged to blow. Slice was a threat as well in both long-range and short-range combat, but due to her hair being short she was limited to long-range attacks. The two remaining girls were a mystery to him but he could take a guess based on the information that he got from the USJ, the dreadlocks were one of the people in the ‘Shooting Squad’ so he could take a gander that she was a long-range fighter as demonstrated earlier when she shot out needles from her hair, the light brown haired one didn’t join the shooting squad, therefore, she might have been a short-range fighter.

He thought of every scenario he could. He nodded to himself deciding on what path to take.

He took care of the long-range fighters first, mainly Slice and dreadlocks. The other villains were surprised at this, except for Himiko as she grinned excitedly.

“Darling~” that was all she could say before he grabbed her with Blackwhip and pulled her close, he did a spinning motion effectively pinning her to the ground, once she was pinned he turned to Curious who charged him, he then flicked his finger sending an air bullet towards her, his aim was true as she was sent flying towards a wall knocking her out. He then aimed towards the light brown-haired one who just squeaked and raised her hands in surrender.

He then exhaled, he blinked not noticing he was holding his breath this entire time. He looked around and felt a bit proud of himself as he effectively knocked out 3 villains, pinned 1 one villain (who was currently grinding her butt against his groin), and the last one surrendered.

It felt satisfying and easy…but also anticlimactic?

Five minutes later and he finally had all of them tied together with Blackwhip, all of them were awake and he kept a close eye on them in case they decided to attack.

He tapped his earpiece to message his partner, she should have been by now and yet there was no sign of her, no stomps, no screaming, no profound yell of someone to breed them.

“Miruko are you there?” what he heard next were a few gunshots and screams making his worry skyrocket but before he could move the voice of the pro came through

Yeah I’m here, go held up by some goons with a machine gun for a quirk

“You sound…calm” he commented

Oh yeah, I’m honestly waiting for him to run out of ammo to kick his ass” he can imagine her smirk right about now “Anyway, I’m gonna take a guess that you took care of the villains” he gulped but then he heard her chuckle “Relax kid, you’re not in trouble. I’m honestly quite proud. Just tell me how it all went

And that’s what he did, starting from when he saved Fuyumi to the quick and anticlimactic ‘fight’.

God that sounds hot~” she purred, he then heard the gunshots stop and was then followed by a few clicks “Okay hold on for a sec” he then heard several screams, thuds, and a few curses here and there, once everything got quiet, Miruko then spoke once again “Okay, that’s all taken care of. Let me finish up here and then I’ll head to you

“Sure” he then glanced at the villains who were busy sulking

“Now what Hero?” said Slice “Gonna take us back to Tartarus?”

“What?!” yelled out the two girls from the USJ

“Hold on a sec here, they’re the escapees! Take them instead and let us go!” begged the dreadlocks

“Yeah! They attacked us first and we only defended ourselves!” yelled the light brown-haired one

He stared at the two of them, technically he can’t take them to Tartarus because it was reserved for dangerous villains and as they said, they weren’t the escapees.

“Weren’t you two bragging earlier about robbing a bank?” sang Toga, this made the two women sweat profusely as he stared at them once more

“You have no proof of that!” yelled the both of them, there was a click coming from Curious and then the voices of the two women came

Hey let’s rob that bank over there” came the voice of the dreadlocks girl

Oh sure!” agreed the light brown haired girl

There was another click from Curious as she looked at the two women, she tried to raise her hand, which was difficult considering that she was bound up by Blackwhip, she then showed a recording of sorts “You were saying?”

The two girls sweated profusely and stared at Izuku who just stared at them with a deadpan face.

“Please we beg you!” begged the two girls, he was about to say no but stopped as dreadlocks offered something he didn’t expect

“I’ll suck your cock!” she offered, Izuku could hear a record scratch in his head as he stared at the blushing woman.

“Really nee-san?” groaned the brown-haired woman “Are you really acting out on your crush right now” this made the dreadlocks woman blush even more

“I DON’T HAVE A CRUSH ON HIM!” screamed the woman, which the brunette then proceeded to retort

“YOU LITERALLY MASTURBATED TO HIM THE MOMENT YOU SAW HIM ON TY!” the dreadlocks woman balked at that but wasn’t one to give up

“OH YEAH?!”  she screamed banging her head on the other woman “That’s rich coming out of the woman who had a dildo with his name on it” the brunette blushed “YEAH I SAW THAT!”

“Such drama” muttered Curious as she listened to the conversation “Two Villainess lust for the mighty rod of justice. Now that’s a headline”

Izuku just stared blankly at the chaos that was in front of him, he was about to say something but Toga decided to shout

“Hey no fair!” she growled “If anyone’s sucking him off it’s me!” she said trying to hit one of the girls but failed as she was constrained by his quirk.

“I want no part in this” commented Slice as she sat there listening to the group, she then looked at Izuku dead in the eyes and said “If you think I’ll get on my hands and knees to suck you off then you got another thing coming” she looked away and glared at the ground “I’d rather be in Tartarus”

“And why is that?” Curious went to her ‘Interviewer mode’ and clicked the record button on her device

Slice growled “You heroes babble on and on about saving people, doing what’s right, that you’re there to save the day…what a load of bullshit”

“That’s what heroes are supposed to do” Izuku said his voice strong, Slice looked turned to him once more and Izuku could only see anger, sadness, and emptiness in her eyes

“If that’s true then where were you, heroes, when I needed saving?” she said “Where were you when people were throwing rocks at me, yelling I was a villain. Where were you when the only people that cared about me died trying to protect me” she looked away, her hair shadowing her eyes. “You heroes all talk, you all just want the fame and money”

Izuku stared at her with sympathy in his eyes, the other villains were just quiet even the Curious was only staring at her

“I’m sorry” he said and Slice only laughed

“My parents were weak. I was weak. I’m not anymore” she sniffed “I learned two things back then. One, the weak will always be jealous of the strong and the strong will always be on the top”

“And two” Curious asks

“If the world will only see someone like me as a villain, then there’s no reason to be anything else”

Izuku stared at her for a moment before he gently lifted them all up and turned them so that Slice was in front of him. He crouched down to her level

“You’re wrong” she growled but he continued “While it is true that heroes these days are in it for the fame and money” his mind flashed to a few heroes he researched that were just in his opinion rotten to the core “But there are still some that are genuine with their word. Heroes that are there to inspire, to save, to protect” his mind then flashed to All Might, Aizawa, his classmates, and more heroes. “The strong will always be on top, yes” he then looked at her dead in the eyes “But that’s the reason why the strong are there to protect the weak” he smiled gently, but it was unseen due to his respirator “And I don’t see a villain” he removed his hood and respirator and gave her a smile “I just see a woman that got into the bad crowd”

Blackwhip then slowly got out of Slice leaving her free, this was a risk he was taking she can run or attack if she wanted, but he knew deep in himself that he could save her.

“I’m sorry no one saved you back then” he then extended his hand to her “But let me save you now”

Himiko, the dreadlocks-haired woman, and the brunette were fuming as they watched the scene, Curios meanwhile was sniffing as she loved a good romantic drama, and what’s better than a villain falling in love with a hero?

Izuku expected her to take his hand and then maybe he could help her get a pardon or something like that, either that or she lunges at him and attacks him.

She did lunge…but she made…a different kind of attack

She lunged at him and captured his lips with her own, he was shocked as a beautiful woman was now kissing him, he tried to step back but due to Blackwhip still active on the four women he was left falling down his back hitting the floor, this did not deter Slice from kissing him and only encouraged her to deepen her kiss.

She pulled away after a few seconds and stared down at Izuku as she licked her lips. Izuku meanwhile has invented a new shade of red as he stared up at Slice. He has confronted many foes before, both big and small, but nothing could compare with his one weakness. Very Beautiful and very forward woman, his legs would turn to jelly in instant, what was worse was that said woman was sitting on his lap.

“Ara ara~Deku-kun” she purred “You sure know how to make a woman fall in love”

“I know right?” agreed the three women, Curios was just there thinking of a headline.

“A bwha?” Izuku lost his sense of speech as his mind went between overdrive and reboot

“Listen to yourself” Slice said trailing her finger on his chest “Comforting a woman like me like a good hero you are-OH!” she yelped feeling something poking her butt, she grinned and Izuku gulped knowing full well what poked her

‘TRAITOR!’ he screamed in his head, he had to groan as Slice slowly grinded herself against his crotch feeling every inch.

“Ara~ara~” she chuckled “For me? You shouldn’t have” the three women were left fuming in the background as they watched her have her way with Izuku.

And then Curious screamed

“Got it!” this got everyone’s attention “Hero, fucked 5 women into changing sides”

“That’s a bad title name” commented Toga

“I agree” said the brunette

“While it is a bad title” Slice chuckled, Izuku yelped as Slice jerked her hips suddenly “It does give me an idea”

Izuku gulped as he saw her eyes. It was similar to Miruko’s, but tamer and not that severe as hers.

“What do say Hero?” Slice commented while licking her lips “Wanna fuck the villainy out of us?”

He could feel the eyes of other villains he had bounded up.

Okay, he’s got this.

He escaped Miruko and her proclamations of starting a family and breeding her. Surely he can escape this right?

 

-Present Time-

Nope he could not escape

Izuku sighed remembering how he nodded at her offer. One minute they were in the alley, the next he was kissing Himiko on the bed, with Slice touching him everywhere, Curious kissing every inch of his body, the two girls which he actually found out their names, the dreadlocks was Miyahara Haruka and the brunette was Hirata Haruka, the two of them were alternating with Himiko on making out with him.

Suffice to say for the past hours, they were horny rabbits. Moreso Izuku, shockingly enough. After he was done with Himiko he used Blackwhip to grab the nearest woman and pulled them close, said woman would always yell in glee whenever he pulls her.

What was interesting was Curious as each orgasm she would come up with headlines for an article or something. Her last one was ‘Former Villain Chitose marries Deku and has 5 kids’

Slice meanwhile had a fascination with her hair, she loves her hair and was upset that it got short. So it was a surprise that she would enjoy him grabbing a handful of her hair and beginning to pull whenever he goes rough.

It would seem that his time with women and training to be a hero left him…pent up.

And now here he was, staring at the ceiling of an apartment building that was conveniently near the alleyway they were fighting.

He sighed. He was so tired, he probably would have to face this…situation when he wakes up.

But life was a bitch and therefore would not let him sleep as the door of the bedroom they were at was suddenly slammed open and Miruko herself came bursting in looking around frantically

“Izuku? Darling? Light of my lif--” she stopped herself as she saw him and his…situation

“I-I k-know w-what it loo-looks like…” he said nervously as he didn’t like how her eyes just stayed at him and examined every inch of everyone “…But I can explain”

She stared at him for the longest time before she turns around and walks to the door

Alarms then blared his head as he saw her close the door gently and lock it. She then turned to him and began to remove her glove

“I chased you for months” then her boots “Giving myself to you over and over” her boots let out a thump as they landed on the floor “…again”

Izuku gulped as he stared at her in only her leotard.

She then began to approach him, her finger on the strap of her right shoulder “Always running away” she slowly removed the strap exposing her shoulder to him making him gulp “Always rejecting” her hand was now on the other strap “And here you are, enjoying yourself with Villains” she then let the leotard fall showing she was only wearing panties under her hero costume.

He gulped as she then walked towards him with sway on her hips, she gently pushed Toga aside, the young woman groaning in discomfort before hugging Chitose and falling back to sleep.

Miruko then sat on his lap, his crotch completely liking the attention as it stood in attention, Miruko smiled grinding her butt on his rod making him groan

“Well I’m done playing games Izu~” she said her hands roaming on his chest, his hands automatically went to her muscular thighs “You’re going to have fuck me. Right here. Right now” she put her hands on his face making him look at her “Any last words?”

“…Please be gentle?”

She chuckled and patted his cheeks “Oh sweet foolish Izuku” she grinned at him, he braced himself fully knowing what that grin meant “In no way shape, or form, that I’m gonna be gentle”

He only prayed that he would be alive to regret this.

Notes:

And that's a wrap!

F for Izuku's pelvis.

So yeah I decided to add Needle Hair and Martial Hair in this one because they do have a page in the wiki so I just said might as well.

So yeah, characters that don't have an official name will be given a name by me.

See you in the next one

Chapter 28: Christmas Party (Christmas Special)

Summary:

A month or so has passed since the Haloween Party and some things have changes for Izuku. Izuku's going to be a father? What do you mean only to some?

Notes:

And here we are with another chapter. And yes this is the sequel for the Haloween Party. I might be a day late or something. I was just busy.

Anyway Merry Christmas to all of you

I honestly have nothing more to say so enjoy the new chapter and enjoy the holidays!

Chapter Text

It has almost been a full month ever since the…Halloween party incident. Many things have happened ever since then.

First off, fortunately for Izuku he will not be a father of his classmate's children (and also all the other young women at the party), turns out Nezu put something in the candy that makes women and men not able to make children. As much as Izuku felt violated in some way, he couldn’t help but thank the principal after hearing the news. Unfortunately, this was only for the young women. Izuku felt his soul leave his body as he stared at the principal who was smiling at him. All of the pro heroines and sidekicks (female sidekicks) were pregnant with his child. They didn’t announce it to the media on who the father was but they did admit that they were pregnant and had to slow down with the hero work.

It was quite a shock for all of them that the villain activity in the world completely died down, one time a villain was interviewed on why they suddenly stopped and they simply admitted

“Hey, I might be a villain but I have standards too, I’m not a monster”

The League of Villains shared the same thought as Izuku, the principal, and the police received an anonymous note.

“Dear lowlife heroes, we the League of Villains will not be active in the next 9 months as we have watched and heard the announcement of the heroine's statuses. Congratulations. You will not be hearing of us nor will we cause any damage, crimes, or any sort of mischief for the next months for the heroines to relax and have no stress during their state of pregnancy.

 

Sincerely the League of Villains”

 

The world was shocked to hear this but true to their word no sort of villain activity was present in the past month and everything was calm, except for an occasional amateur villain to strike, but all in all everything was fine.

Secondly, some of Izuku’s classmates changed as well

Kaminari and Mineta were now looking at Izuku as a God figure, Kirishima was crying on how manly Izuku was, Bakugo just gave him the middle finger, Sero and Sato were staring and contemplating whether they were dreaming, Tokoyami was muttering over and over again how the darkness has consumed the lightness that is Izuku, Ojiro was now Stone Ojiro and was decorated with lights with a star on his head, Aoyama was Aoyama staring at nothing, Iida was always lecturing Izuku on how to be a good father with his 50 slide presentation that he brought while both of them were jogging from time to time, Todoroki would always suggest a marriage between his friend and his sister, Shoji and Koda were always relaxing on the couch as if nothing weird has happened and treated Midoriya the same.

The girls….were more affectionate and a tad bit possessive.

Ochako was by far the ‘normal one’, the both of them hang out more and were more intimate, preferring cuddles in bed and a few making out here and there. After their first encounter, they didn’t have sex anymore. They would just prefer to cuddle or kiss a few times, heck they even act as husband and wife from time to time. Tsuyu was a close second to Ochako, she was a cuddler, mature, blunt, and very forward with her wants. Tsuyu would sometimes jump on his back and stay there for a few hours before hopping off and going somewhere else, she would always join him in his morning runs if Iida wasn’t around and she would then ‘seduce’ him with her workout clothes, one time was too much as he pushed he to the bushes and did her there, it was safe to say that he had to carry her back to the dorms. Toru was the clingy one, once she caught him in a hug or a cuddle she will never let go until it was time for bed and that meant never, even in the bathroom. And yes, they had sex there too. Momo was more…romantic than the rest, she would prefer a small dinner under the stars or a dinner at a restaurant, they would cuddle and kiss from time to time. In terms of sex, she was highly submissive, preferring him to dominate her. Pretty sure they had to replace her bed over 5 times now in just three days. Mina was a tease, she was still the same friendly, full of energy, and forward Mina. What she changed or what he discovered was that she was an absolute tease, always wearing shorts that emphasized her…assets, pushing rear on his groin, and bending forward to ‘grab something’. When it came to sex she would always edge him, making sure that he would never get that sweet release until he just snaps and uses 15% of One For All: Full Cowling on her. Based on her screams she enjoyed it and he did admit that after two hours of her teasing and three hours of edging him, it felt good to smash her for about 7 hours nonstop. Lastly Jiro, for him she was the definition of the word cool and adorable. She knows so much about music in the same length as he did in heroes, she plays so many instruments that he could get lost hearing her sing and play, whenever he gets tired from the session from girls or just want to get away from them he could always go to her and just relax. When it came to sex, she was more submissive than Momo and she wanted to, in her own words ‘be treated as a toy, and yet he would always shower her with love, affection, compliments, and praise that would leave her blushing. He would always get pissed whenever he hears her say she wasn’t good enough or something like that which would then lead to him having a full 32 hours of non-stop sex…pretty sure her walls didn’t have that many indents and cracks on them.

And don’t get him started with other hero course students, support students, general course students, business course students, and students from other schools!

And lastly, the pregnant pro heroines themselves. He was in no way shape or form going to leave them, the moment it was announced that all of them were pregnant he promised that he would be with them and will take care of them and his child. He was pretty sure that most of them wanted to pounce on him after he told that. Anyway, the sidekicks were still at their respective homes just like most of the pro heroines, the exception of course was Midnight as she was a staff, the pussycats (Ragdoll, Pixie Bob, and Mandalay), Sirius and Bubble Girl. The last two women wanted to move in with him the moment the opportunity was shown, the pussycats were invited by Nezu to help and keep track of the students so they were technically a staff of UA.

All in all, it was a hectic month and a half for Izuku. Most of his days were training, school, sex, even more sex, trying not to have sex, romance, fatherhood, and a sprinkle of sex.

This did make him wonder…did they like him?

There was no way right?

It was just them having fun and having sex….well okay he was going to be a father and he will take responsibility, but surely it was an accident and they were forced to take him as the father….right?

Maybe he should ask…

“M-Mandalay-san”

“Hm? *lick*” the Pro Hero Mandalay hummed and licked his…rod. “Yes?”

“What is it cutie? *kiss*” came the voice of Ragdoll on his left

“*Lick* hmm~you taste good honey~” purred Pixie Bob

“Th-thanks” he gasped. They were in the middle of their sessions “I-I ha-have a q-question”

“What is it?*kiss*” Mandalay said looking at him after licking the head of his rod

“Do-do you gu-HA!” Izuku gasped as he felt his rod suddenly get wrapped with something warm he looked down and saw a familiar dark purple hair.

“Nemuri no fair!” Mandalay whined trying to push the woman off, the said woman just chuckled causing vibrations that made him shiver. The woman took his rod out of her throat.

“You snooze you lose baby~” she grinned and stroked him at a fast pace making him groan. He was about to say something but then it happened. She did her special move. A move that was so good that it made him release every damn time.

The Vacuum Seal Double Hand Twist Gawk Gawk Combo 3000 Plus Ultra Style Supreme

He gripped the sheets hard as she got to work closing his eyes as he felt that sweet release filling her mouth, it took him 3 minutes to stop cumming and Nemuri didn’t release his rod from her mouth once and just opted to swallow some while leaving some in her mouth, he opened his eyes as she took his penis out of her mouth.

“Hey get me some of that milk!” screamed Pixie Bob as she grabbed Nemuri’s cheeks and began to make out with her

“Hey me too!” screamed Mandalay followed by Ragdoll who screamed ‘Me three’ in the background. Seeing the scene with his own eyes made him go hard in an instant, he groaned at his sore penis.

He then felt someone caress his cheek he looked up and saw a blue-skinned woman wearing purple lingerie. He forgot that he was resting his head on Bubble Girl’s lap.

“Are you okay Izuku?” asked Bubble Girl in concern

“Y-yeah…just sore” how long were they going for again? 5 hours?

“We can stop if you want”

“Yeah” agreed Ragdoll as she stroked his manhood gently “We only did agree for a quickie”

“I-I'm fine really” he replied adjusting his head on Bubble Girl’s lap “Jus-hmph!” he didn’t get to finish his sentence as a set of lips came down to his own as well as a few tiny licks and kisses on his face. The lips vanished and he looked up and saw Uwabami with her hair down and her snakes staring down at him

“No need to lie Izuku~” she smiled gently at him “It’s very tiring to go nonstop of sex for a few hours, we’re just glad you’re able to satisfy all of us”

He blushed at the maternal and caring aura that she gave “I-I’m fine really”

Uwabami hummed and caressed his cheek “Whatever you say. Now, what was the question?”

He blinked and stared at everyone with him…now was not the time. Maybe after the party, he could ask his question then “I..It was nothing” Uwabami frowned and was about to say something until a knock was heard on his door

“Hey studmuffin!” came the voice of Miruko “I’m respecting your privacy by knocking but asserting my authority as your lover by coming in anyway!” she yelled before kicking the door out of its hinges. “Get that dick ready lover, we have 3 more hours until the party and I’m gonna use all of it!”

It was safe to say that everyone was sore, with everyone's enthusiasm and Izuku’s use of 69% of Full Cowling with Blackwhip active everyone was satisfied with their legs going jelly and pelvis slightly sore.

The Christmas party came and just like last year they hosted their own party but unlike last year it would seem that Eri couldn’t come to the party as Aizawa stated ‘His problem child senses are tingling’ while staring directly at him.

Izuku sighed. With his track record, he was inclined to agree that something was going to happen.

Reaching the common room he blinked as he noticed that his female classmates, female sidekicks, and heroines were the only people there and what’s more was that they were all wearing sexy Santa outfits.

He gulped as he saw Miruko and Setsuna wearing a red two-piece bikini. They winked at him as his eyes started to wander. He wondered if it could get worse

Fate decided to answer him as Yui came to view

She was only wearing red bandages that covered her nipples and some red bikini bottom. She might have noticed someone staring at her and looked in his direction. He gulped as she licked her lips.

He walked to Ochako who was dressed normally

“Uhhh ‘Chako” the girl turned to him with a smile “Where are the guys?”

“Oh!” her eyes slightly lit up “They had stomach aches and so did the guys from B so they decided to not attend this year” she smiled innocently while he stared at her trying to process what she just said.

Stomach aches? Again? Talk about Déjà vu.

“…Okay…” he said walking away and heading towards the couch.

Everything went normal for their party, sure some of them were dressed…in a weird way but he didn’t question it and just enjoyed the party. The food was delicious it did leave some weird after taste and he was starting to feel weird. He just shrugged and reasoned that it was just that he ate so much food and he was now full.

Then came the time for them to pull their presents and just like last year the boxes were taped and they each have to pull the presents. He had to make sure to get everyone a present, it wouldn’t be wise to leave them all hanging.

They all counted down and once it reached 1 he pulled hard, which was a mistake because the one he pulled was a small box and it flew to his face.

And just like that almost 2 years of training and hard work were wasted as the box landed on his face.

3 minutes later and everyone was opening their own presents, Izuku meanwhile was rubbing his nose and staring at the small box

“Hey that’s mine!” shouted someone behind him, next thing he knew he felt two soft things behind him and a pair of arms wrapped around his neck “I made that muscles!” shouted the person. He craned his head a bit to confirm his suspicions and true to his guess it was the and only Mei Hatsume.

“Hello Mei” he opened the box and saw…a remote? Raising his eyebrows he examined the remote. It was a small remote with two dials on them. The first dial was slow to Plus Ultra Fast and the second dial was just the tip and deep as it can be. “You made this?” she hummed in confirmation “What does it do?”

“Can’t say” she hugged him tighter “The girls told me to not tell you and you should just figure it out”

He wondered what the remote did but his attention was on something else. The soft things on his back.

He was used to Mei’s hugs may it be from a shirt or a towel. This was the first time he could feel her…nipples up close.

“Mei…” he started unsurely grabbing Mei’s arms “What..are you wearing?”

“My Santa Hat” she answered simply and let him go. He turned around and looked at her and true to her word she was wearing a Santa hat….and nothing else.

It then became apparent that his pants became tighter all of a sudden, looking down he saw that he had a tent forming around his crotch area but there were more important matters to attend to, such as a nude Mei.

For once in his life, he decided to do something he never thought he would do.

Avoid the problem and face it another time

And with that, he walked back to the common rooms. He did wonder what the remote was about.

He stopped for a moment and looked at it. Shrugging his shoulders he then set one of the dials to medium-fast. Nothing happened.

He set the second dial to 7 inches. Nothing happened.

He played with the dials turning the speed from slow to medium to fast and sometimes going slow for a brief second then going to Plus Ultrafast.

And yet nothing happened. He scratched his head and wondered if it was broken. Turning it off and pocketing it he continued his path to the common rooms.

He was shocked to see all of the girls were on the ground. Some were clutching their crotch with their ass in the air while some were laying on their back. They were all panting and as he looked closer he noticed that all of them had small puddles beneath them.

“Umm are you guys okay?” it was as if a switch was flipped and all of them stared at him with hunger in their eyes.

“Ho-honey..” said a gentle voice, he looked on one of the couches to see Ryukyu gripping the sofa while her other hand was on her thigh “D-did you u-se the remote?”

“Remote” he then remember his gift “Oh!” he fished out the remote from his pocket completely missing the way some of the girls flinch at his hurried pace. “Yeah, I think it’s broken though” he then set the dials to Plus Ultrafast and as deep as it can go.

“WAI-AAH!” Ryukyu was about to yell but was interrupted as an intense sense of pleasure was sent to her crotch area making her orgasm, she wasn’t the only one though. All of the girls just had an intense orgasm, even the stone-faced Yui was letting out a silent scream while her eyes rolled backward.

Izuku wasn’t that much of an idiot, he knew exactly what he was holding.

After a full minute he turned it off, but as soon as he did he suddenly noticed that he felt hot. It wasn’t a burning sensation, but he did feel a bit warm.

His pants then strained once more he feared that his pants would tear under all of that stress. He then made a mistake in looking at Ochako, who looked at him with need and hunger.

It was the last straw. His pants then made a tearing noise as his manhood sprung free leaving him naked from the waist down.

The girl's gaze went from him to his dick then back to him then back to his dick then to each other then back to him.

And it was on that Christmas night that Izuku finally understood the words of a wise man.

With great power, comes with great big booty bitches.

Merry Christmas.

Chapter 29: Momo's Plan

Summary:

Momo was assigned to put Izuku to sleep. It did not go well...or did it?

Notes:

I AM ALIVE!!!!

No I'm not dead nor did I forgot this story. I just went on vacation and watched Spiderman No Way Home, also my laptop was in the shop so I couldn't really type anything even if I wanted to.

So this is a short one, it's more of something that was on my mind since I was out and I wanted to get my fingers to typing once more.

Got nothing to say so just enjoy....hopefully.

Chapter Text

“Momo what are you doing?”

Said woman looked up

“Oh, nothing much”

“…You sure?”

“Yes” and with that Momo returned to what she was doing. Meanwhile, Jiro continued to stare at her friend who was loading a tranquilizer sniper rifle with what looks to be pink syringes.

“…Ok…” Jiro just decided to sit on her friend’s bed while she worked “Sooo…who are you shooting?”

“Midoriya” Momo answered simply making Jiro choke, Momo raised a syringe “This syringe is filled with a sleep toxin that would surely put him to sleep”

“Okaaay…can I ask why?”

“Oh!” Momo blurted after cocking the bolt of the rifle “Aizawa-sensei told me that Midoriya has been training non-stop for the past week with no sleep whatsoever” Momo inspects the rifle “And asks me to put him to sleep”

Jiro blinked “And you’re going to shoot him?”

“Yes” Momo answered putting the rifle down and cleaning some of the mess that she made “It seemed to be the most logical thing to do”

Jiro continued to stare at her friend like she just grew a third boob “Okay…how did you get the syringes then?”

“Hatsume made them for me” Momo set the rifle on her desk “She said it was the same formula that she used to make him fall asleep to test her inventions at him”

“Ok” Jiro finally stood up “Ignoring the fact that that sounds so unethical and wrong” she then pointed at three green syringes on the table “How many ammo do you need?!”

The rich girl blushed at the mention of the other syringes “Oh those syringes are not for shooting” she then began to twiddle her thumbs “Hatsume gave them to me for no reason” the rocker girl raised her eyebrow and Momo sighed “She said those syringes increases a person’s sexual drive” the purple-haired girl’s eyes widen “A small drop could make any individual last long for about two hours in bed, fast recovery time, make them extremely horny, and able to ejaculate in buckets”

“THE FUCK SHE GAVE THEM TO YOU THEN?!”

“I DON’T KNOW!”

“WHY DIDN’T YOU ASK?!”

“I FROZE OKAY!”

The two of them went on for about five minutes before Jiro gave up and plopped herself on the bed while Momo rested on her desk chair.

Jiro then stared at the rifle for a few moments and then at Momo “So what’s the plan?”

“Hm?”

“Your plan on making Green go to sleep” Jiro clarified

“Oh!” Momo adjusted herself on her seat “I plan to do it tonight. I’ve invited him to help me study. Once he opens the door I will simply shoot him and carry him to bed”

Jiro shrugged her shoulders at her plan “You’re gonna need some help if you’re going to carry him to his bed” she was then met with silence, she looked back to her friend to see her looking away “You are going to carry him to his bed right?” More silence “OH MY GOD--MOMO?!”

“IT’S NOT WHAT YOU THINK!”

“YOU WERE GOING TO MAKE HIM SLEEP IN YOUR BED!”

“SO HE CAN REST! I WASN’T GOING TO SOMEONE THAT HEAVY!”

“BULLSHIT!”

Momo stood up to defend herself only for something to fall off of her shorts. Both women looked at the object that fell.

It was a condom.

Jiro could feel the dots starts to form in her head and after a few seconds, there was a ding in her head as she finally came to a conclusion.

“YOU WERE GOING TO FUCK HIM IN HIS SLEEP!” Jiro pointed an accusing finger at the blushing raven-haired beauty

“YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND!” Momo stomped her foot on the floor “Every time I see him he’s just so…PERFECT!” she threw her arms in the air “May it be walking, on a test, on an exam, hero work, or even talking!” she grabbed Jiro’s shoulders and shook her “WHY. IS. HE. SO. PERFECT!”

Jiro managed to break free from her friend's clutches “I know he’s perfect!” she grabbed her own head and gripped her hair “His taste in music is almost the same as mine, he thinks I’m cute and looks at me as a woman, he cares for me and!” she poked her ear jacks at each other “He looks cute when he mumbles” she then snapped after a few seconds and snatched the condom out of Momo’s hands ‘Hey!’ “If anyone’s fucking him it’s me!”

Momo glared at her friend after her bold declaration. Her expression changed to something dark, she turned around and grabbed her rifle

“Momo what are you--”

“Y’know this thing will instantly knock you out” she turns around, rifle in her arms, and looked at Jiro who gulped “You won’t feel a thing. You’ll just wake up in a few hours like nothing happened” Momo then aimed the rifle at Jiro “As if everything was just a dream”

“Momo let’s talk about this”

“Good night Jiro”

But before she could pull the trigger, their attention was taken by a knock on the door.

“Yaoyorozu-san? It’s me” the voice of Midoriya came from the other side

“Come in” Momo answered. She then aimed at the door just in time for it to open and enough time for Momo to pull the trigger.

The syringe went flying towards Izuku and stopped an inch away from his neck.

Izuku caught the syringe with his hand. He place the syringe in front of his face and looked at Momo with his eyebrows raised. Jiro leaned in and whispered sarcastically “Well that worked”

“Wait for it” she whispered back

The syringe then made a sound, this time Izuku wasn’t able to dodge the pink gas that assaulted his face and he naturally took a deep breath.

Momo looked at her friend and smirked, Jiro could only roll her eyes.

Just then Momo’s phone began to ring, fishing out her phone she saw it was Hatsume calling her.

“Yes, Hatsume?”

Heya whoever you are!

“It’s Yao--”

Don’t care! Anyway I was just calling to inform you that I got the syringes wrong!” Momo’s eyes widen at that and looked at the not falling asleep Midoriya at the door, gripping his pants and was breathing heavily ‘Oh no’ Yep! The green syringes are the sleep toxin while the pink ones are the over sexual drive one. Good thing I warned you before you got to use any of them. Ciao!” she then hung up leaving Momo staring at Izuku and the huge tent in his pants.

“Hey…he’s not sleeping” Jiro nervously said also noticing Izuku’s odd behavior “You gave him the right syringe right?” she looked at her friend “…Right?...”

Momo opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted by a green blur slamming and pinning her in her own bed.

It would be a mystery why Momo, Jiro, and Izuku were missing for a whole week, and after they returned everyone would be greeted by an Izuku looking refreshed, while Momo and Jiro were being carried while also being highly affectionate towards the green-haired hero.

Chapter 30: Izuku's Rizz is too powerful

Summary:

Izuku's charms are way too powerful. The 2A girls discuss this problem

Notes:

Hey....yeah I'm back. Took too long huh? Well yeah thesis and getting a job sucks. Reality sucks, so I wrote this from an idea I had the other day and I now have some free time. Probably would write other stuff and try to continue the other chapters I have. This chapter is not that polished it's just an idea I had and decided to make it.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

“Sisters, we have a problem” came from the serious voice of a hooded individual. The individual was not alone, with them were 5 others wearing the same hooded cloak. These people were in a dark room that was only illuminated by some candles in some corners and the one at the center of the room.

“We know dear sister” the other individual said with some elegance laced in their tone “It is quite evident as we were victims of such”

“Yes, but it has gotten too far” said the other in a monotone voice “Soon it’ll spread and we won’t be there to stop it”

“Can we even?” asked the other “We tried everything but he is like a magnet to these people”

“Then let’s find another way, surely there is one. Otherwise the number will get too big for us and him to handle”

After a moment of silence one individual raised their head a bit “I have…a question”

“Yes sister?”

“Do…” the individual grabbed their hood and forcibly put it down “WE HAVE TO DO THIS EVERYTIME?!” shouted the individual who was now revealed to be Kyoka Jiro, her face red in embarrassment “Like seriously why do we have to do this, we’re not a cult!”

The other hooded individuals turned to her, one of the sighed

“Way to ruin the fun Kyo” said Mina her hood now down as well.

“It was fun while it lasted. -Kero-” the others followed suit putting down their hoods to reveal none other than the girls of Class 2A of UA University.  Momo Yaoyorozu, Tsuyu Asui, Ochaco Uraraka, and Toru Hagakure.

“Anyway, what’s the plan?” asked Toru as the others turned on the lights and put out the candles in the room. “This is what like…the 5th girl this week and it’s only Tuesday”

The others groaned

“This is quite troubling” Momo sat down “During the first half of our first years it was quite tamed and manageable but as the days go by the number of people falling for him seems to be increasing”

“As much as I would love to tell Izuku to stop being him….well…” started Mina

“It’s impossible” says Ochaco in defeat “It’s him, heck that’s kind of the reason we all fell for him wasn’t it?”

The girls nodded recalling the times they all fell for Izuku’s charm

Jiro plopped herself on the bed “Who was the girl this time again?”

“A girl from the business course, Akiyama I think her name was” answered Momo

“Ah right, the girl with the holograms”

“So how are we going to gatekeep the rest of the female population from Midori?” Mina joining Jiro on the bed sighing contently

The rest of the girls pondered

“We tried keeping him busy with other things” Jiro said recalling the time they asked Izuku to do certain tasks as soon as they see that a potential love rival goes to him “that backfired in so many different ways” as soon as Izuku went with the tasks three things would go. Izuku would be left alone as they wanted, Izuku meets and talks to a new girl resulting a new rival to be gained, or third the girl had the same business and accompanies him making them alone together.

“We tried pairing up with him to have him stay away from other people” Toru added her position on the floor “But we either meet new people again or someone he already met”

“We tried leaving him alone”

The girls shuddered the number of women he charmed that day was too much. HOW DID HE CHARM THREE VILLAINESS OF ALL PEOPLE?!

The girls sighed in defeat. There has to be a way to have Izuku not be…well him and charm other women.

Then Mina sat straight up “I HAVE AN IDEA!”

“That’s scary” commented Jiro laughing as Mina hit her lightly “Alright shoot Pinky”

“What if we confess to him”

The room was now silent they stare at Mina for a moment before blushing lightly.

“Mi-Mi-Mina we can’t do that! We’re not ready!” blurted Ochaco as she floats to the ceiling

“Correct. Plus, we all agreed to wait until graduation to confess to him” Added Momo fighting her blushing cheeks.

“By that point, Midori would have charmed the women in Japan” argued Mina “If we do this now, we stake our claim. And some of the women backs off because he’s taken”

Tsuyu meets Mina’s eyes “Maybe she has a point…” everyone stares at her “The reason we all agreed to wait for graduation was because we didn’t want to rush Izuku as he didn’t seem quite comfortable around women in our first years”

“But he has somewhat grown out of it, albeit a little” added Toru. “He still stutters but he has grown relaxed around us” Izuku has grown from the shy kid from before who couldn’t touch a girls hand without fainting or turning into a blushing mess to him now comfortable to an extent that contact with the girls have somewhat been a second nature to him. Heck, he even gives shoulder massages from time to time now.

“But isn’t this still too fast?” Ochaco voices her worry from the ceiling “Are we not taking advantage of his development to us?”

“…Maybe” Momo ponders “But Mina is somewhat right, we could confess but we should express our feelings and not actually get an answer”

“Huh?” asked Jiro “What do you mean”

“What she probably means is that we tell Izuku our feelings but we make sure that doesn’t have to give us an answer so quickly” answered Tsuyu “We’re somewhat staking our claim but only partially”

The room was silent once more. Their conversation still in the air as they ponder on what to do. This single could change their lives. Izuku could give answer straight away and it could be a rejection…They couldn’t picture Izuku doing that but what if they were pushing him too soon? He would say yes but was that truly what he would want

“I say we confess” says Ochaco landing back down “but not to stake our claim, but to actually express our feelings” the girls turn to her “We might be moving too fast yes, but we put our lives at stake whenever we go out there and be heroes and if someday we don’t…get to come back home, we shouldn’t live with regrets”

“I vote yes as well” Jiro raises her hand “You’re right, might as well do it soon than regret it”

The other girls looked at each other but nodded raising their hand as well.

“So it’s settled. How about next week on Monday we’ll confess. That gives us time to prepare what we need to say and enough time gauge if Izuku will be alright with our feelings.” Proposed Momo and the girls agreed, determination filling their eyes.

“Good good -kero-” Tsuyu sighed “How are we going to gatekeep the other women until then”

“Let’s just try our best to interrupt his charms when he is speaking to other women. Surely that will be enough”

It was not.

The entire week Izuku was either approached or he approached a woman and they could see the effects of his charm. They tried their best, they truly did but Izuku is just too powerful for them. Monday came and the girls were ready, they didn’t have class today so they’ll confess after breakfast.

The girls went to the common room and they were shocked to hear a commotion outside

“What’s with all the noise so early in the morning” Mina moaned trudging to the door

“Yeah…about that” Kaminari started

“And what happened to him?” asked Momo noticing Mineta now frozen in place mid lunge

“Yeah umm, it’s related to what happening outside” answered Sero.

Ochaco looked around noticing two of her friends were absent “Where’s Deku and Iida?”

“Outside” Todoroki stated eating his Soba. The girls were now curious as to what was happening so early in the morning. Mina opened the door and her jaw slacked

“Mina wha--” Momo stopped abruptly as she finally saw what was happening. The girls peeked as well and their jaw dropped.

There were people outside. Women. So. Many. Women.

It was as if the whole campus was just filled to the brim of women ranging from heroines, civilians, students, teachers, heck even some villainess they somewhat knew. All going to one place in particular.

To where Izuku Midoriya was.

Iida was there as well but he was trying to stop the sea of people from advancing to his friend. The staff was their as well trying to calm the mob of people from advancing hesitant to use their quirks but very much tempted to do so.

The girls glanced at the very back where there was a small line with a stand, on the stand was Nedzu collecting some money and letting people in. The stand states ‘Confess to Izuku Midoriya now for a small fee!’

The girls stared blankly at the sign, the mob and then to Izuku who was panicking and was trying to calm down the mob while dodging their grabs.

God

Dammit.

Notes:

And that's a wrap! So anyway not going to regularly update this just when I can or if I have an idea to continue other chapters or a new story. So yeah that's it I hoped you guys liked it. See ya

Chapter 31: WHO TOOK HIS V?! - Part 5

Summary:

Interrogation, Izuku's thoughts, and another woman?!

Notes:

Hey finally posted a new chapter to this series. I had this a week ago but the wifi was down so I refined this over and over again. I re-read the previous chapters and made notes but I know I may have missed or forgot a few things. Feel free to comment it if there are continuation errors.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

The 2A dorms were lively once more as the visitors settled in and the students decided to conduct a small party. It was definitely for the guest to relax and not to stall time for studying for the upcoming quizzes the next day. Of course not, all of the students were responsible adults and could handle their schedule and their academics well.

In any case the 2A dorms were lively as the students have their own enjoyment, while the guests, Mirio and Bubble Girl, also known as Awata Kaoruko, were busy catching up with Izuku. They chatted about random things in their life either work or personal. Kaoruko congratulated Izuku on the news of becoming Eri’s legal father, the young man blushes as he scratches his head. Mirio was sharing the reappearance of his quirk and full recovery to his heroic life, thanks to Eri Mirio got his quirk back but it had a drawback. Eri was able to return the quirk before it disappeared in the first place, but the issue is that it has been a long time since that day he lost his quirk and the day he was now.

It was as if the quirk was an old shirt and it didn’t fit right well with the Mirio. Thankfully Mirio just needed to get used to the quirk and get said quirk to get used to his current body. After a slow-paced recovery and tons of patience. Lemillion was back.

“I’m going to make my debut in a few weeks. I got to catch up to Nejire and Amajiki after all” Mirio strikes a pose and screams ‘POWER!’ “I’m shooting for the No.1 spot!”

“Yeah!”

Meanwhile at the kitchen the girls were somewhat huddled together as they discuss their strategy. They have been eyeing the blue-skinned girl for some time now, judging if she was the taker after all.

“I don’t know…” started Tooru “She doesn’t radiate….experienced y’know?”

“Hmm, I do somewhat agree. She and Izuku does seem close but I don’t really see her taking it” agreed Momo

“Well there’s only one way to find out right?” Started Setsuna “Let’s have a little chat with her”

“We can do it in my room” proposed Tsuyu “It far enough away so we can have some peace”

“Sounds good how should we do this?” asks Komori “we can’t exactly just pick her up and go”

“Right, we could ask her to meet in private talk about something and just push her in the room” said Ochaco, not noticing some of the girls already walked past them

“What should we inquire then?” asks Reiko “Surely something boring would provoke suspicion” also not noticing that the same group of girls that walked past grabbed Kaoruko and hoisted her up

“Hmm, we could ask something about the agency or something about work” proposes Jiro, the group of girls now running up the stairs with a confused and scared Kaoruko

“How about we lie -Kero-” Tsuyu put a finger under her chin “We could say that it’s restricted Intel from Work that we can share” A scared Kaoruko with tape on her mouth burst down the stairs only to be stopped by a pair of arms tripping her and slowly dragging her back up.

“That would be even more suspicious” countered Momo “Plus why wouldn’t she know about the information that we were going to share?”

“If I remember correctly, she is from an agency for Intel correct?” Ibara says adding to the conversation “It would be suspicious if we somehow have info before her that would be crucial to a mission” Kaoruko came down the stairs hopping teary-eyed as she was duct taped to a chair, her tears increased in volume as a pair of arms dragged the chair up the stairs.

“I feel like we are overcomplicating this” Ochaco having a headache “Why don’t we just ask to speak to her in private”

“Agreed’ Kendo blinked and looked around a bit “Hey where’s Bubble Girl?” the rest of the girls looked at the couch but they didn’t see Bubble girl. They could only see the boys circling around and taking pictures of Mirio, Izuku, Kirishima, Sato and Eri as they shout power and go in different poses.

“Where’s the rest of the girls?” they also looked for them. Mina, Yui, Pony, and Setsuna, were gone

The elevator dinged and the girls turned and they were shocked to see an exhausted Bubble girl, her eyes looked as if they were traumatized for some reason. Then the missing girls came down the stairs all of them carrying various things such as a rope, duct tape, chains, a chair

The boys were about to turn to the elevator

-SMACK-

That was until Kaminari got hit in the face with something. A pillow. The boys turned to the source and saw Momo sprouting pillows at a mad pace. She looked at the boys as she held a pillow

“PILLOW FIGHT” she tosses her pillow to Kirishima who ducked

“Oh its on now!” Kirishima accepting the challenge and grabs the pillow that was on Kaminaris face and tosses it to the girls

“WHOOO-ACK” Sero cheered but was interrupted by a pillow to the face courtesy of Dark Shadow, Tokoyami smirks pillow in each hand

“Let the madness begin”

The others then join in even using the pillows on the couch while using the cushion as a shield. Eri was laughing joyfully as she participated in the activity happily chasing and hitting the older students with Mirio as her steed. Izuku playfully chasing Eri around with pillow in hand.

All of the commotion gave enough time and distraction for some of the girls to drag Bubble girl to the elevator and headed to Tsuyu’s room, Bubble girl tried to resist one hand on the doors of the elevator and the other helplessly reaching out to Izuku begging for help.

But all hope was lost as her grip slackened and the doors closed. She was now under the mercy of the girls.

Some girls remained hoping to buy the others some time.

“It’s all up to you guys now…” Setsuna solemnly whispered before she was ambushed in all directions

-SMACK-SLAM-THUD-

Setsuna opened her eyes and turned to see Ibara pillows in hand and her hair gripping some more forming a barrier of sort

“Ibara..”

“Heavenly Father bear witness…” she started and charged “AS I SHOW YOU THE STRENGHT OF YOUR CREATION!” She yelled as she charged making sure to take out some of her foes with her might and staying concious even when taking blows.

Setsuna smiled but tumbled as a pillow hit her at the back of the head, turning she saw Kendo a smirk on her face, the lizard themed hero grinned “Oh aren’t you cute”

“Bitch” Kendo smiled then charged “I’m adorable”

The common room was now an all-out Pillow fight war, it was a mess. A fun mess and under all of that commotion they all didn’t notice Aizawa standing at the hall watching it all happen. Taking out his phone he took a picture and sent it to the teachers’ group chat before turning and walking away

“If any of you are late for class tomorrow you’re running 5 laps around the school” he says as he exits the dorm, hearing a message notification he opens the app

 

-UA STAFF-

YellowBanshee

 Well aren’t they cute

18+:

Reminds me when we were teens. ~Sigh~ Youth.

AllBones

It would seem the students are enjoying themselves. Ah even Young Eri is involved…and some from 2B?

Vampire

I already gave my permission to have a sleepover in the 2A dorms. By the picture you sent Aizawa I can assume that they are behaving themselves

IneedSleep:

Yeah they’re doing fine, just normal teenager things.

God

While on the subject of the students. I have an announcement tomorrow. Eraser kindly pick me up after lunch so I can announce it on 2A

IneedSleep

Ok

Builder

That sounded ominous

Dog

We’re pretty much used to it by now, the only thing we can do is pray that we’re not the target

AllBones

Surely it’s not that bad

HeadShot

Oh you sweet summer child

IneedSleep

Toshinori what day is it tomorrow

AllBones

Monday

IneedSleep

Exactly

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Kaoruko groggily woke up to a familiar dark room ‘NO!’ she internally screamed and panicked as she tried again to break through her restraints. ‘I don’t want to watch that again, oh please just let me be what did I even do to deserve this’

Her struggle came to a halt as a bright light was shined on her. She couldn’t make out the figure holding the light but based on the silhouette of the horns she assumed it was one of Izuku’s classmates ‘Ashido Mina I think her name was’

“Awata-san” a soft voice on her left said but as she turned she didn’t see anything “We apologize for our drastic measures, but it was only to show you the seriousness of the situation”

“That is correct” turning she saw a brunette ‘Ochaco Uraraka, the girl from the raid’ “Now that you know the stakes, we will now go to the main event”

“If you don’t want to move forward” came the voice of Mina “We could always continue watch--”

“NO GOD PLEASE NO!” Kauroko screamed as she struggled once more on her chair “Don’t make watch that thing again, please I’ll do anything!”

“Seriously Mina” Then the lights turned on and everything was now illuminated. Mina was holding a lamp to her face the light not that intense anymore due to the light of the room itself. On her left was a set of floating clothes presumably belonging to the resident invisible girl. Other students were scattered around the room watching the events unfold. “This is ridiculous even for your standards”

“I just wanna have fun for a little bit” Mina slumped her shoulders

“Yeah this aint funny anymore” commented Jiro “Plus what did you even make her watch?”

Pony grabbed the remote and turned on the small tv in the room “Huh was there always a TV here?” Pony ignored the person who asked and just turned it on. Immediately Kauruko turned her head away and the girls stared at the screen. Then there was the title

“Boku No Pi-”

-BOOM-

The girls jumped as a noise similar to a gunshot was heard, they then looked at Momo with a shotgun in her hand

“You monsters…” Momo shuddered

“You really went that far huh…” Jiro stared at Mina whistling innocently

“Is it over?” asked Kaoruka slowly opening her eyes, seeing the destroyed tv she sighed. “Thank you Yaoyorozu-san”

The other girls sighed and began to remove Bubble Girl's restraints “Apologies, it would seem we have become too desperate for answers”

“Eh? Answers to what?” Kaoruko massaged her wrist while the girls glared at the girls who participated in the interrogation

“You didn’t even ask her yet?”

“Well, I hoped that she would answer it after I showed her what would happen if she didn’t answer truthfully!”

The other girls sighed and in a few moments the students and Kaoruko were now lazing around the room and fully explaining the situation to Kaoruko. It took almost an hour to recall the events, from the 2A and 2B stories of how they fell and how they found out that Izuku was not a virgin, to them slowly removing the names on the list and to finally to their time now.

“And that’s about it if you didn’t take it then that just leaves Pixiebob, Ragdoll, and Mandalay to be our suspects”

“..I see..” Kaoruko slowly nodded as she absorbed everything with a blush on her face ‘Did they have to include the lewd stories too?’ “Well I didn’t take it nor did we ever do the deed” she confesses and the girls slumped their shoulders.

“Well at least that leaves only three people then” Komori says hopefully lifting the spirits of other girls.

“Yeah our answer is so close yet so far” sighed Mina as she lay on the floor “So…” she then eyes Kaoruko “What do you think of Izuku?”

It was that question that made Kaoruko stiffen and the other girls looked at her expecting an answer

“Wh-what do you mean by that?”

“Oh come on Awata-san don’t play dumb” says Tooru “Surely Izuku Midoriya has caught your eye as well”

“At this point we won’t even be surprised” says Tsuyu “Next thing you know Izuku also attracted a foreigner outside of Pony”

 

-At a hotel-

“achoo!” sneezed a blonde as she unpacks her things “Huh that’s weird, I don’t have a cold do I?” the blonde checks herself but was interrupted as the ring of a phone came to her attention. Answering it she was glad to hear a welcoming voice

Melissa! Glad I could reach you. How was the trip?

“It’s was fine dad, the new jet we made was fantastic. No jetlag or anything” Melissa says as she puts some of her belongings in a dresser “Just unpacking a few things before I go to bed”

That’s good to hear, be sure to get some sleep. Don’t want to be late on your appointment tomorrow

“Don’t worry dad, I’ll sleep just fine” after putting away the last of belongings she sat on the bed “So nice of the principal of UA to book me a room near UA”

That’s Nezu for you. Always prepared…sometimes creepily so

“I’m sure he’s not so bad, he seems to go along with uncle after all”

Yes…when he’s not scheming that is” the last line was not that audible

“What was that?”

Oh nothing nothing. Just be safe and behave. Be a good girl okay? Say hi to Midoriya and All Might for me

“Ok bye dad!” her father hung up and she stared at the ceiling of her hotel. She then stands up and gets something from her dresser. She smiles as she finds what she was looking for “Don’t worry dad, I’ll be a good girl”

 

-Back at the dorms-

“Why do I sense of foreboding sense of….” Pony started

“Dread?”

“No like….lust?” Pony finished unsure of the feeling she was experiencing

“…Weird, but anyway” Ochaco looked back at Bubble Girl “So…”

“I mean…” the girls leaned in, Kaoruko looked away a blush on her face “…Yes”

“I knew it!” Mina cheered “ONE OF US! ONE OF US! ONE OF US!”

“I hereby decree the additional member of our cult. Kaoruko Awata” Tsuyu patted Bubble Girl’s head “Rejoice sisters, for a new sister has joined us!”

“Wait…we’re not a cult dammit!” Jiro yelled

“Still, it seems the number of people that are joining our…group is quickly expanding”

“Makes you think if there are other groups that are formed because of Izuku” Cue the sneezing of women in various places

“That may be so we do have one advantage” Reiko smiled “We are much closer”

“So anyway…” Mei looked expectantly at Kaoruko “How did you catch the feels?”

“We-well yo-you see about that…” Kaoruko awkwardly chuckled but the girls also pitched in their opinion

“I’m also curious” Momo sat down “We have heard of other people, how about you Awata-san, how did you fall for Izuku?”

Kaoruko sighed and sat down on the bed once more, the girls followed suit albeit some sat on a chair nearby or at the floor “See I do have feelings, but it came from a time where I was kind of my lowest” the girls leaned in but still gave some space sensing it was a heavy topic. “See it kind of started a few days after the raid. A few days after Sir Nighteye died to be exact.”

“You don’t need to tell us” Kinoko said

“Yeah, we know how…a death of someone close to you would impact”

“It’s ok” Kaoruko smiled “Izuku helped with the healing process”

 

-FLASHBACK: A FEW DAYS AFTER NIGHTEYE’S DEATH-

The agency was silent, while there were still people working outside of her assigned office it didn’t have the same hustle and bustle from the time Sir Nighteye was still in charge.

Kaoruko shook her head, there she was again thinking of Sir. She couldn’t help it. She was a Sidekick and she loved her time in the agency. Everything that Sir thought her and how she observed her boss grew admiration for her. How dedicated he was, strict, sure of himself. Those level of confidence in himself made Kaoruko strive to be better at her job.

And now he was gone the place felt empty.

Shaking her head once more she stilled herself. She was hero after all. There was no time to think of these negative things. She looked to her right and sighed. There was the mountain of paperwork she had to do, thankfully those had no deadline but she better finish them as soon as she can before she gets swamped with the upcoming days.

The agency was taken over by Centepeder but still kept the name to honor Sir. The place run smoothly even with Nighteyes’ absence, soon they’ll be able to do internships again. She sighed as she remembers the announcement that they would have to cancel the current internships that they had especially the people who participated in the raid.

She smiled as she remembered the green haired UA student she worked with. Though their time was short it was memorable. Izuku Midoriya, his dedication and determination to being a hero was something to see, his fight with Chisaki was one for the history books.

Then the agency phone rang beside her. She straightened herself and went to caller mode.

“Nighteye Agency how can I help you?” she answers out of habit as she usually does but she blinked as the caller answers

A-ah Bubble Girl! So-sorry, I tossed my phone and it dialed this number—SORRY!” she blinked as she hears the person she was just thinking about. Izuku Midoriya. She smiles practically seeing his bow as he apoligzes

“No worries Deku, it happens” she replies giving him an excuse “butt dials am I right?”

Ye-yeah. Sorry, I’ll just hang up now

“Hey” she didn’t know what possessed her to stop him. But hearing his voice was…comforting “Want to talk for a second?” she really didn’t know what compelled her to make that offer. It was a butt dial nothing more, she should just end the call there “No, never mind. I should pro--”

I would love to

-----

How long were they talking? She honestly couldn’t remember it felt like hours but if she looks back it was only about an hour at most. They talked about random things, how was their day, how were things now, did something interesting happen, things like that. They then go to the topic of Nighteye

“I miss him you know” she had a faraway look with a sad smile on her face “It’s weird, the agency functions the same as it was but it feels…empty or hollow”

It’s not that weird, I miss him too. I didn’t get to know him same as you do but I miss him too” her smile widens a bit as Izuku shares thoughts “I would be the same too I think if the person I kept seeing everyday is just suddenly…gone

She laid her head down at her table “I’m here y’know” she chuckled

“Quoting All Might? That’s so you” she heard him chuckle as well

I mean it. If you need someone to talk to either something serious or just…things. I’m one call away

She smiled. Is she really being comforted by a person younger than her?

“Well the same goes for you, I’m here if you just need someone to talk to outside of your close circle”

Yeah I know thanks. That’s what’s…colleagues are for right?

“Wanna try friends?” she offered

Y-yeah. I would like that” she smiled, genuine this time some weight on her shoulder disappearing. She then gave him her number so they could talk more in the future. After a few more comments here and there they finally said goodbye to each other and she hung up.

She smiled and stared at the phone for a while. ‘That was a nice talk. I needed that’

She looked up and stiffened as she saw Centepeder at her door an amused smile on his face

“Good to see you smiling again Bubble girl, but next time please don’t use the agency phone to have a chat with your boyfriend” he chuckled. Bubble Girl stood up and bowed

“YES! SORRY! I WILL NEXT TIME!” she yelled while bowing, Centepeder chuckled once more and excused himself. As soon as he left Bubble Girl slumped down on her chair sighing tiredly.

Her eyes then widen

“HE’S NOT MY BOYFRIEND!”

-FLASHBACK END-

 

“Yeah he’s not your boyfriend” Tsuyu then spread her arms “He’s our boyfriend” the girls laughed

“You’re really serious about this sharing thing aren’t you?” Kaoruko looked at each girl and they just nodded

“He’s husband material” “He’s a great guy” “He’s loving” ”He’s passionate” “He cares about all of” “He has a great heart” “He has a good soul” “He’s a great fuck”

The girls stared at Yui “Or so I heard, can’t really know for sure”

“Well can’t really argue with what you guys said, all of it are true” Kaoruko sighed ‘Damn Izuku, you really are one heck of a ladies man.’

“Wait I have a question” says Mina “You talked to Izuku between the Culture Festival and the hero rankings. What did you guys talk about?”

“Oh! I called him and pretty much talked about --” she stopped herself for a moment as she remembered one particular memory, she blushes “—nothing, just work and stuff” she smiled innocently but the girls didn’t buy it.

“Mina get a new TV” Ochaco ordered and in her panic Kaoruko yelled an answer

“I CONFESSED!”

The silence that followed was deafening, if the girls were holding onto something they would have surely have broken it. The girls stared at Kaoruko as if she just did the most insane, heinous, forbidden crime known to mankind.

“…wh..at..” Ochaco said slowly going to her hands and knees and crawling towards her “..did you say..?”

“Now now Ochaco” Mina said calming the gravity girl “You yourself said that we would be okay with this…” Mina turned to Kaoruko “Still…what the fuck”

“I confessed” but before they could move any closer she continued “But I didn’t get an answer!” this made them stop in their tracks.

“Huh?”

“I feel…an explanation is in order” Momo said as she set down a new television near the corner

“Yeah sorry about that” Ochaco sat back down “Old habits die hard I guess. I’m calm now”

“It kinda went like this”

 

-FLASHBACK: A FEW DAYS AFTER THE CULTURE FESTIVAL-

As soon as Kaoruko ended her shift she went straight home ‘Finally I got the weekend off, long sleep here I come’ she opened the door to her apartment and was welcomed with the sight of her boring apartment. ‘Home is home’ she thought as she plopped herself on the couch sighing contently as she allowed her body to relax.

‘Might as well order dinner, too lazy to cook anything’ unlocking her phone she was about to open her usual app of choice but stopped as the first thing that showed on screen was her contacts, more specifically the contact info of Izuku Midoriya

She has been talking to him these past few weeks more than she anticipated, not that she was complaining. It was just odd that she wanted to talk to him more every day. She shrugged and sent a message if he was free and proceeded to go to the food driver app. ‘Hmm, Katsudon would be nice. Cheap too..’

As she finished her order she got a reply that he was free and she could call if she wanted. Of course, she wanted to call.  Getting up and clicking the call button she proceeded to her room to change to something more homey.

Welcome home” she giggled, she did call whenever she was home “How was your day?

They talked for hours even after her order came. It was a weird feeling of comfort and ease whenever she was talking to Izuku. Maybe because they were heroes? Or maybe it was the loss of Nighteye giving them the same pain and want of comfort? Or something else entirely she wasn’t sure of. By now she was relaxing on the couch still listening to Izuku, he was talking about the next hero rankings and who might the next potential top 10

“…surely Ryukyu would jump into the top 10 spot. With the raid and recent success of missions plus her positive reputation she would for sure be in the top 10 spot” kept going on and on and she loves hearing him talk. His voice was soothing to her even if sometimes she couldn’t understand most of his mumbling spree. The way his eyes just shows determination and passion, the way he carries himself, albeit a bit shy but honest. His smile was something to be treasured as well so sweet and assuring.

She wouldn’t mind being with Izuku

‘What am I even thinking right now? I’m older than him I can’t have these thoughts..’ she tried to battle her mind but as she keeps looking at Izuku she couldn’t help but want to hug and be hugged by the greenette.

“God, I love you” she spoke without even realizing and as soon as she says those words her eyes widened, grabbing her phone and tossing it to the wall far from her.

She was a mess. A blushing mess. Her face was a dark hue of blue and she could feel the heat radiating from her face. Her heart was no better too, it was beating so fast that she didn’t even know what to do.

She just…confessed…

She covered her face with her hands as she screamed. Was she even sure about these feelings? It has got to be a one-time thing and yet her head won’t keep quiet that the thought of being with Izuku was not a bad idea, no matter how many arguments she tried to come up her brain kept countering them as well.

She sighed, she stared at the ceiling ‘What now?’

Then a sudden dread came over her as she heard her phone ring a familiar tone. She gulped already knowing who it was as there was only one person in her contacts that had that ringtone. Picking her phone up she stared at the answer call button unsure if she should answer it. Stilling herself she answered it.

Hey!” Izuku greeted her, she was about to greet as well but she noticed his room. ‘I don’t remember his window being broken and why is his room a mess?’ Izuku must have sensed her looking at his window and he chuckled. “Y-yeah. A student from the support department did some late-night testing with a gadget. Suffice to say my room got into the crossfire

“Oh…well I hope you’re ok”

I’m used to explosions by now” he chuckled but she could sense something else was there but decided to push. “Anyway what were you saying earlier?

Her eyes widen “W-what did you hear?”

Hm? Not much. I think I heard “God I” then my window got broken and then an explosion so I didn’t really hear all of it.

She sighed in relief and she pushed down the feeling of disappointment that followed “I was just saying that I--” love you “--…was tired. Work and all that y’know?”

Yeah sounds pretty tiring, well I shouldn’t keep you then. Have a nice weekend Kaoruko-san” he smiled so bright that made her heart flutter ‘This fucking dork’

Saying her goodbyes and good nights she set down her phone and she plopped herself on the couch once more. Her body felt heavy as a wave of tiredness came to her. She contemplated what she was feeling, still unsure and not that convinced that she was falling for the greenette from the short amount of time they were conversing.

She looked to her right and the show that she was watching was over and it was showing a commercial. It was a silly commercial about a detergent featuring a married couple with their baby. In one blink the couple that was on TV were replaced by Izuku and her and they were gazing down a small babe with blue skin and green hair.

She shut down the TV as fast as possible as her blush came back with a vengeance.

Grabbing her pillow, she began to scream on it

-FLASHBACK END-

 

“And that’s about it” Kaoruko finishes

“How about now?” Tooru asks “Are you sure about your feelings”

“Oh most defenitely” she chuckled “It took some time but I came to accept that I wanted to be with Izuku. That’s why” she smiled “I’m not against this sharing thing, but that doesn’t mean I’m giving up on solo time with him”

“Hey me too!”

“Same here ladies, once his eyes are on me they stay on me”

“Hush you”

The girls laughed as they shared their own banter with each other. Kaoruko then jumped a bit as she felt the vibration of her phone, seeing a call from Izuku she decided to answer it “Hello?”

Kaoruko-san, where are you I’m sorry I got roped in a…pillow fight with my friends” Kaoruko smiled “Did you leave already? It might rain so do you have an umbrella with you

“I’m fine Izuku, I’m with some of the girls of your class and 2B. They wanted to chat so I’m in one of their rooms”

Ah I was wondering where they went. Well can you tell them that all of us are in the common room and we plan to study for the quizzes tomorrow. They can join if they want

“Yeah sure I’ll tell them. Bye”

“Was that Izuku?”

“Yeah he said the others are planning to study for the quizzes tomorrow” Mina stiffens “He says you guys can join if you want”

“What a splendid idea!” Momo stood up “I have some tea in my room my mother delivered, they would be great while we study” she rushes to out towards her room

“I hate studying” Mina groaned and Tooru comforted her, so did Reiko

“Fear not, we only have one more year of studying to survive” Mina cried as she was dragged outside by Pony

One by one the girls got out of the room and went downstairs. Kaoruko decided it was time to leave, she didn’t want to miss the last train home

She was greeted by the sight of the students ‘studying’.

Bakugo was busy yelling at Kaminari and Kirishima about the subjects they were discussing, the others tried to have idle chit chat while focusing on the task they have, some were helping the others try to explain things they were having trouble with. The girls that were left behind formed their own groups that were either a mix of the boys or just girls. While the 2B didn’t have quizzes they still decided to tutor some of them.

Kaoruko raised her eyebrow as she saw Mineta bounded by tape on one chair as he studied with Shoji and Iida.

“Yo!” greeted Mirio “You ready to head home?”

“Yep” she looked around noticing the absence of one green haired individual “Where’s Midoriya?”

“Oh he went and just put Eri to bed, she was tired after the pillow fight”

“Oh? Who won?”

“I DID” proclaimed Bakugo “These extras was nothing to me!”

“Pretty sure Kirishima was still good to go”

“I GOT THIS RED IDIOT PINNED DOWN!” Bakugo yelled as he jabbed a finger to Kirishima’s direction “HE LOST THE MOMENT HE WAS UNDER ME”

“Yeah it’s true, I couldn’t even get hard if I wanted to” he chuckled nervously

Kaoruko could feel her brain short circuit at the wording “Huh?”

“You’ll get used to it” 2A echoed hollowly.

Mirio then made his presence known again as he clapped “In any case, I think it’s time we head home”

“Oh, I can walk you to the gates” Izuku said as he came down the stairs

“It’s alright we don’t want to bother you” Kaoruko tried to decline the offer but this was Izuku

“I insist” he smiled and it immediately shut off any chance of escape

After a few moments the three of them were now walking towards the gate. It wasn’t a far walk but the silence was a welcome one, so was the chill air the breeze past them.

Once at the gates Mirio and Kaoruko said their good byes and began to walk, but Kaoruko stopped and turned around. Mirio raised his eyebrow but didn’t stop her, Izuku also wondered why she was now walking in his direction. Did she forget something? What was it? AND WHY IS HER FACE SUDDENL—

*chu*

 

-At the dorms-

-SNAP!- The students jumped as they saw Ochaco’s pen snapped on her hand, the ink staining her hand and slowly to her notes below.

Tsuyu looks up from her notes “I sense a feeling of betrayal of some kind”

“…Are you guys okay?” asks Sero as he looks at the two girls

“Oh we’re fine, just girl things you know” Ochaco assured her classmates but as she looks at the rest of the girls and noticed a slight envious expression on their face as they look around. She then looks down her notes which was slowly getting drowned by ink “OH SHI--”

 

-Back at the Gates-

Izuku mind went everywhere as he felt the lips make contact on his cheek. He blushes as the contact and as Kaoruko pulls away her smile made him a bit dizzy a bit.

“Wh-wha” he touched his cheek his mind almost going haywire, looking at Mirio he was staring with his jaws hanging. He looked at Kaoruko once more

“Take responsibility ok Izuku?” she turns and walks past Mirio who was standing still before snapping out of it and running to catch up to her.

Izuku stood there in silence for what felt like hours but it was only a few minutes at most. He contemplated on the kiss for way too long that even he would’ve thought, he had kissed and received a kiss before, lips, cheeks, foreheads, neck…and other places. But this one felt…genuine? Honest? He couldn’t put a finger at it but it felt like there was layer that he was missing.

He snapped out of his trance as he felt someone boop his nose he blinked as he noticed he wasn’t on the ground anymore and was floating a few inches off the ground.

“Hahaha. That kiss sure did a number on you huh?” he looked to his left and saw Nana floating beside him with a grin on her face “What? The amount of kisses you’ve given and received, her kiss was the one that took you out of the rails?”

“I-It was just unexpected!” he flailed slightly before slowly landing “I just didn’t expect her kiss to feel…”

“…Good?” she offered staring at him with a small smile.

“..Loving” he says with a small blush on his face

“Oh?” while she did love to tease, she knew this was one of the moments that Izuku needed a sort of guide to emotions. He is still technically a teenager afterall albeit almost in his 20’s. “And the past kisses didn’t feel loving?”

“N-not l-like that it’s just…” he scratches his head not fully knowing how to explain it “Ju-jus…nevermind it’s not that important” he brushes it off as he usually does making Nana frown.

“It is” she went closer “You’re a growing boy Izuku. Unlike other boys you have ‘experience’ in some other areas” he blushes at the experience part making Nana smile once more “You’re still growing, emotions will come where you can explain it or not. The best thing you can do is to talk to someone who clearly knows what they’re saying.”

“..Like you?”

“Yep, so out with it. In the best way you can, tell me how it’s different and what does it make you feel” she floated to a bench and sat on it. Izuku sighed and sat down as well. He stared for a moment trying to find the right words and words at all. How did it make him feel? How was it different from the others?

Izuku took a breath as he kept staring forward not meeting Nana’s gaze “I dunno, I just…I guess sometimes it’s just in the moment, you know? Like maybe it’s not really…love love. It’s just…nice”

Nana nodded her gaze still gentle “So, maybe not love. But maybe a bit more than just ‘nice’, huh?”

Izuku hesitated, glancing down as if the answer would be written on the floor. “Maybe” he admitted, still uncertain. “But it’s probably just…because they’re all so nice to me, you know? And then…maybe I just don’t want to read into it too much. It could just be…nothing”

“Or maybe” Nana replied, leaning forward slightly to somewhat meet his gaze “You’re afraid it’s something”

He looked away, his face slightly red “Maybe” he gave a small nervous chuckle, trying to brush it off “But yeah, let’s just forget about it okay?”

Nana watched, her smile softening as she put her hand on his shoulder slowly disappearing “Alright Izuku. But remember, it’s okay to be honest with yourself. Feelings don’t have to make sense. You’ll figure it out when you’re ready”

She disappeared and he sighed. Today seems to be a tiring day for him, standing up he walked backed to the dorms.

 

-----

Morning came and went as school has returned to its proper pace for the students. Well proper as anything goes as the first half of the school was almost over, the students of 2A were at their desk tired and beaten by the one enemy they all despised. Quizzes.

Some of the students had their head down trying to soothe their headaches while others just relaxed to let their mind have a break.

Of course only a few minutes were all they had before Aizawa called their attention

“Alright wake up and eyes up everyone, the principal have an announcement” the tired teacher said grinning somewhat enjoying the groan he heard from the students.

“yes..sir..” slowly looking at the front, Sato decided to voice his question “Where’s the pri--”

“HERE I AM!” Announced Nezu, the principal of UA, as he popped out of Aizawa’s scarf. He then took a seat on Aizawa’s shoulder and looked at the students. “Do not fret students, this is but a small announcement. UA have recently partnered with I-Island in terms of materials and technology and they have sent a representative so give UA a once over.”

The students perked up as they went to the event, albeit some others had a more adventurous moment there.

“While I know some of you have already went there as either representative of your family name, a representative of UA or as a guest of an invited party. Due to some efforts of students who will not be named, UA has been selected as one of the starting partners for I-Island. But even with the first impression of these students we should all keep in mind to welcome and have a proper introduction to the representative of I-Island. So best if all of you are in your best behavior. BAKUGO!” the boy grumbled “IIDA! No unnecessary yelling of rules” Iida bows his head hitting his desk. “MINETA! Any unnecessary pervy remarks or actions this day by will result in expulsion and the intervention of the police!” the said student nodded frantically “And lastly. Midoriya” the boy stiffens. Even him?!

The principal smiled with a glint in his eye “Just be you” the boy tilted his head at that “But in any case, Midoriya since you are the current helper, I entrust you to show our guest around and to keep them safe. I’ll inform the staff for you leave in their classes.”

“Y-yes sir, you can count on me” Izuku stands up and bows himself. Iida looks envious but also proud of his friend. Mina, Kaminari and others looked at Izuku in jealousy as he has been freed from the clutches of learning. Bakugo just grumbled but let it happen while Todoroki was getting bored and wanted his Soba.

“Now then without further ado I think our guest has waited long enough. Please do come in” the door opened and in came a girl with blonde hair and blue eyes wearing glasses. She was wearing a semi-formal attire, formal slacks and a turtle neck sweater, she also wore a necklace that had a small flower at the center with a green gemstone at the center of it.

“Hello everybody, I’m Melissa Shield daughter of David Shield and representative of I-Island. Pleasure to make your acquaintance”

And then the class went to an uproar in an instant

 

-Cafeteria-

“It’s been way too long Melissa!” cried Ochaco as she hugged the blonde

“Yes it has” the blonde hugging her back “It has been almost a year but I’m still glad all of you are alright after the war”

“Yeah that was a crazy end of the year for us”

“We will not bring down the mood, Melissa did you get a new shampoo?”

Izuku watched smiling as he sees Melissa interacting with the rest of 2A girls. He was sitting at another table next to them. It was nice seeing her smile and hanging out with friends, he was as well albeit with the boys of his class

“Midoriya you baassstaardddd” ah speaking of which looking to his left he saw Mineta and Kaminari glaring daggers at him though Mineta was more fierce “How the heck are you so lucky you get to spend a day with a hot blonde babe”

“Yeah dude, respect but damn I’m jealous”

“That is enough you two. Midoriya will be assisting Ms. Shield throughout the day and just like what the principal has mentioned we must be at our best behavior” Iida said calmly with small motions with his hand, he then pointed to Izuku “Midoriya while I have full trust on you, I hope you will represent 2A”

“You can count on me Iida” Izuku gave a thumbs up but his body stiffen as he heard a familiar voice

“OCHAAAAAAA” Izuku stood up and braced for impact as he heard the voice of Mei but stopped as he registered the name being yelled ‘Ocha?’

Ochaco was looking around for the source of the voice only to be answered as a pink blur tackled her out of her seat. Ochaco laid there unprepared for the Mei-tackle as the pink haired inventor was now straddling her

“Ocha I heard there was a representative from I-Island where is she?!” Mei asked but Ochaco was unable to answer as the world was still spinning

“Umm. I’m --” Mei swiftly turned to the new voice and looked at Melissa up and down, not seeing a uniform and knowing the person she quickly deduced who the representative was

“AH! Melissa Shield of course you would be the representative, it would be the logical choice after all!” she stood up, removed her dirty glove and offered her hand to shake “Mei Hatsume, genius inventor and future CEO of Hatsume Tech Corp!”

“Mei” a scarred hand landed on Mei’s head and she leaned in almost nuzzling the hand “She’s a guest, don’t’ scare her”

Melissa chuckled at that commented and stared lightly at the once eccentric Mei suddenly tamed with Izuku’s touch “It’s alright, I like her energy”

“See she gets me!” Mei reluctantly removed herself from Izuku and sat down next to Melissa “Let’s talk support gear”

“Ooh I am starting to like her”

Izuku sighed ‘Well atleast Mei is getting more friends’ looking at pink inventor he smiled “Well I’m getting you lunch”

“I already ate on Thursday”

“Mei it’s Monday”

 

-A little later-

The girls were now in full force once again with Mei and Melissa taking full charge of the conversations, the other girls tried to keep up but they weren’t able to. Even Momo with her intellect couldn’t keep up with how they each toss ideas in just a minute. Thankfully they didn’t need to as they were focused eyeing Mei with envy as she was being fed by Izuku.

Izuku was pretty much used to this by now especially if Mei was one of her tangents, he would just lightly poke her shoulder and she would turn and open her mouth for him so he could put a piece of food in her mouth.

“Man Izuku you sure you’re not just spoiling her at this point?” Jiro asked still eyeing Mei wishing it was her being fed

“Not really” he chuckled nervously “Besides it’s either this or she starves, I would rather have her at this than starve as she’s working” Izuku ignored the fuzzy feeling that the girls were emitting from their direction, strangely he could also feel the eyes of 2B on him ‘Weird’ He ignored Mineta’s obvious ominous stare from his table

“Still you two look close -Kero-” Tsuyu commented contemplating on whether she could convince him to feed her as well

“Yeah, we might as well get married at this point” he off-handedly said treating it as a joke expecting a few chuckles here and there but then silence, even the conversation of Melissa and Mei stopped as they stared at him. He blinked and looked around noticing the stares his classmates were giving him. “I-I meant it as a j-joke.” He clarified, they nodded slowly though he could feel a slight twinge of something as they stare at him. He looks at Mei who was looking at him with the most beaming smile he has ever seen. ‘Is that a blush on her cheeks?’

“A-are you okay Mei?”

“Never better. More food please” she says opening her mouth

“Uh yeah sure.”

The stares got even more intense.

 

-Much much later-

“It has been a long time since we last talked how are you?” Melissa asks as they walk around the campus. As instructed by the principal Izuku showed her around, pointing at each facility and room they come across and even personal landmarks that some of the students have created. They already gone to each classroom and were now on the way the one of the gyms where Class 2B was training.

“Can’t complain, without the League of Villains and All for One. Life’s been going smoothly” he states. Which was true, after the war life has been slowly became quite peaceful. “How about in I-Island?”

“Life is fine, unlike here where danger seems to be everywhere I-Island becoming quite a utopia and traveling spot for people” she put a finger under her chin “Although we did have an incident about a week ago. Someone tinkered with a gear and it exploded, luckily no one was hurt”

“That’s nice to hear” as they walked Izuku heard a few rustling in some bushes not far from them, training and instinct that was ingrained in his mind went fully automatic as he protectively got in front of Melissa

“What’s wrong?” she asks peering at the bushes he was looking at

Maybe it was nothing, they were in UA after all, no breach was detected, he didn’t sense any malice, but he needed to make sure. “Stay here” he said slowly walking to the noise

It took a bit of time as he was being sneaky, but he can clearly hear some noise of shuffling and some voice but he couldn’t make it out. But as he got even closer it was quite obvious what it was, there he saw a male and female student doing a certain…activity

-moan- “So-sorry”

“Keep quiet you’re gonna get us caught” whispered-shouted the male.

He blushed, this was not something he should be seeing. Should he report this?....well they’re technically not doing anything…that wrong…maybe he can just pretend he wasn’t here and didn’t see anything. He was about to move away and rejoin Melissa until he felt something soft pressed against his back.

“Oh wow they’re really going at it huh” whispered Melissa from behind him “Kinda reminds me of something from before y’know?” she said as she traced her finger on his chest. He gulped fully knowing what she was referring to. “Makes me feel jealous” her finger went lower “envious” lower “…horny” her breath was very near to his ear now.

He then moved before they themselves could do something they would regret, channeling One for All at a low percentage he used float and got the both of them out without making the two individuals notice them.

Once out he breathed a sigh of relief with Melissa laughing beside him, he shot a playful glare at her

“I’m sorry I’m sorry, it has been a while since I teased you y’know” she stopped laughing and looked at him. Oh no he knew that stare. “Though I wasn’t lying, it has been a long time since we did it” she stepped closer “Makes me wonder if you missed me y’know” He wasn’t gonna lie…he did kinda miss it. “What do you say, wanna go somewhere private now” she snaked her arms around his neck pulling him close “daddy~

And with that, with amazing willpower he got out of her hold and pressed forward “WE MIGHT MISS THE CLASS LET’S GO” he walked fast and Melissa giggled. It was quite fun to tease.

 

-GYM GAMMA-

Class 2B were busy training, each student were scattered around the area though they did stop when they heard the gym door open.

“Hello don’t’ mind us” said a green haired student with a blonde woman behind him

“Ah Midoriya, I was already informed by the principal that you might visit” Vlad King greeted “Hello Ms. Shield a pleasure to meet you. I am Vlad King homeroom teacher of this lot” he said pointing at the students that were training

The students looked at the new arrival guest, the girls looked between Izuku and Melissa and had one thought in their head ‘Another one?’

“Class!” Vlad barked the students stopped what they were doing and went in front of their teacher “This here is the representative of I-Island. Ms. Melissa Shield, and beside her is someone you are quite familiar with Izuku Midoriya, he will be escorting her throughout the day.”

“Hello” echoed the students

“Now. BACK TO WORK!” he barked and the students dispersed, well Kendo had to drag Yui but they all went back to what they were doing.

“Oh wow they really are something huh” Melissa said examining every student, their fighting style, and their quirks. Already thinking of support items that would aid them. “Though I do have a question if I may”

“Go ahead” Vlad King turn to her

“I read the files that were sent to us on the Quirks of the students. I wondered, ‘Why are some of these students in 2B and not in 2A?’, for example, Tokage-san, she’s a recommended student is she not? Shiozaki is also quite versatile with her quirk”

Vlad smiled at this “While it is true that A classes of the heroics department are most flashy or more of a powerhouse. That is not how we the staff filter out each student” he coughed “Each student is regarded with how they perform in the entrance exam it is true, but there are also factors such as their weaknesses, behavior, background and also the homeroom teacher that will be assigned to them” Turning to his students “There is also the factor of balancing the students between classes base on their quirks or performance. Some are close-range fighters, some are for capture, some are for defense, and some are for the sake of if a certain student would go along or go against one student” Turning to Melissa once more “Does that answer your question?”

“Yes” she smiled looking at the students “Though which is better in an unbiased opinion?”

“CLASS B OF COURSE” Vlad King bellowed totally not biased at all.

They laughed, though in that moment Pony used her quirk to launch a horn on Tsuburaba. Using Solid air he created a shield, the horn ricochets unexpectedly towards Melissa. Vlad with years of experience tried to intervene but was too slow as Izuku without even looking caught the horn with his hand, Blackwhip covering it stopping the horn's momentum as his grip tightened, Melissa felt a small gust of wind brush her face.

“You okay?” Izuku asks his emerald eyes piercing her as it was filled with worry.

“Y-yes. Thank you” she smiled. She couldn’t help but fall for him again with how nonchalantly he just saved her.

“We’re sorry!” said the two students while Vlad King grumbled as he marched towards them

Izuku and Melissa chuckled at the interaction, they decided to leave to not disturb the students so they could train in peace.

“Oh I forgot!” Melissa said as she grabbed something from her pocket “Here this is for you” she said handing him a…remote?

He looked at the remote curiously it wasn’t anything special. It was a remote with a button and dial. The dial went from Off, slow, mild, mid, fast, ultra fast, and PLUS ULTRA FAST!!

Maybe it was for his quirk like the gauntlet? Maybe it was for Gear Shift. Just for fun, he put the dial on the plus ultra option. He then caught Melissa as she suddenly collapsed and gripped his shirt almost ripping it.

She smiled weakly at him “Going plus ultra already? Naughty boy~” she whispered panting heavily her body quivering

Then it clicked on to him what was happening. His blush would rival Kirishima’s hair on how red it was.

This woman will be the death of him

 

-Even more later-

After Melissa recovered and Izuku safely tucked remote away the two were now headed to the Support course, Izuku suggested to stand a few feet away from the door she wondered why but all he said was ‘You’ll see’ he was about to knock but before his hand even touched the door it blew off its hinges as an explosion happened covering the area with smoke.

“Izuku are you okay?!” she yelled fanning some of the smoke away while covering her mouth and nose

“Still alive” she heard and as the smoke clears out, she saw he was at the floor with someone straddling him.

“Ah! Another success!” yelled Mei Hatsume as she put her new goggles up. Izuku was pretty much used to her antics and his visits during class hours. He looked at Mei as she sat on his lap with her back turned to her. ‘Huh, never noticed her back and shoulders had some tone on them’ he shook his head and grabbed Mei’s waist as he got up making her stand as well

“How you call each explosion a success I would never understand” said someone from inside. Out came Powerloader as he grumbled at Mei “I swear Mei one of these days you’re gonna get permanently banned from the workshop”

“Until then I’m free to invent!” she yelled ducking and going back inside

Powerloader sighed and looked at the duo “Hey, Nezu already informed me. I’m Powerloader Support Course Homeroom teacher.” He then beckoned them inside. Melissa looked around amazed. There was so much tech here, going from practical to just personal use. “As you can see each student here are quite passionate with their work” he gestured at the students working on some projects, fully focused and undeterred by Mei’s explosion either by already used to it or just pure focus.

“Ooh, what kind of projects are they currently working on?” asks Melissa as she notices each student working on something different

“Their academic project and also the Heroics upgrades and repairs” he said and Izuku notices Tsuyu’s goggles being handles by a student by adjusting some of the bolts and straps.

“Fascinating, do the heroic students have a designated engineer?” asks Melissa as she notices some of the briefcase not being touched

“Yes, while that does change based on the challenge or needed skills necessary, all of these students can touch the other costumes if the designated engineer is not available” he coughs “Well except for Midoriya”

“Huh?” said boy turn to the hero

“Hatsume is the only one that fiddles with your gear and doesn’t let anyone touch it”

“Hey I brought this baby from the ground up. I know the ins and outs of this and I ain’t trusting anyone else to touch it” Mei huffed crossing her arms with Izuku’s briefcase sitting beside her

“See?”

Izuku chuckles “No offense, but if there’s anyone I trust with my gear it’s probably Mei” said girl beamed smugly. Melissa coughs “Ummm…I trust you as well?”

“No offense taken. I don’t get away with the trust of the engineer and the hero” Powerloader said he then went to Mei “As much as she is a pain in the neck. Hatsume is the best one I have in the class, so feel free to ask her some questions. I’m going to check on the rest of the class” Powerloader walks away leaving Izuku, Melissa, and Mei there.

Mei was busy with something on her workbench it was an armband of some kind Izuku didn’t recognize.

“What are you woking on?” asks Melissa curious on the device she was handling, though it did feel kind of familiar. It was like the Full Gauntlet she made but smaller.

“Something for Izuku” she said simply

“For me?”

“Yep!” she finishes and turns to him “Arm please” he obliques watching her put it on him, it was a wristband “I’m just checking the measurement if it would fit, now just tap this two times to activate it” she said pointing at the center of the band he did so and the wristband glowed before a familiar coil wrapped around his arm

“That looks like the Full Gauntlet!” Melissa was amazed it looked like the gauntlet she made back when she first met Izuku, it did break due to him going full power but she has been trying to improve the design and yet this Mei was able to create a replica? Was it better than the original that she had to know.

“I don’t know what that is!” proclaimed Mei but she continues “It took some time but as I was able to recreate the old gauntlet you used, I used the data that was gathered and the design I created from scratch to upgrade it since you have gotten stronger since then.” She says proudly as Izuku flexed his fingers feeling the same ease feeling he had back then. “I am going to incorporate this to the current white gauntlets you have to since your arms are still somewhat a danger to yourself” Izuku nodded, while it has been a long time since One for All had a serious drawback on him as his arms became much sturdier as the months went by the danger was still there, even now since he can push 100% even further with Fa Jin….or it could just be his fear of losing his arms, who knows

With that Melissa and Mei went on and on about support gear and the like though he did hear a few things about his own hero costume something about a compression shirt, he hoped they wouldn’t change his costume that much.

After a few more minutes they left the studio and continued their way to other facilities. As the end of the day came Melissa said she had had enough and with that, they went to the principal’s office to talk to the principal. As the principal greeted them Midoriya was excused and went outside.

“So Ms. Shield, how was UA for you?”

“I think you already know the answer to that” she smiled “The materials and technology were already approved in I-Island a couple of days after the request was sent. Even though the partnership was already approved, there was no full need for a representative to come”

“Oh, but it is for formalities sake, this is a one-in-a-lifetime opportunity as I-Island has chosen a partner for their services.”

“True, but it is quite curious as I was the recommended one to come and not an actual scientist in I-Island” her grin full knowing of the scheme the esteemed principal hatched.

“Oh but of course. Your reputation is quite a marvel, and who better to represent than the daughter of David Shield” the principal smiled

“True, but an escort of all things? And for Midoriya of all people instead of a staff?”

“Ah Midoriya is somewhat part of the staff as he is an extended help the staff can call should the need arise. He volunteered for the role and UA pays him. Though even you agree that he is quite capable of being an escort”

The two smiled at each other before Melissa bowed “Well then UA is an amazing school with rich potential. I’m glad to know that I-Island is partnered with such school”

“And we at UA are honored as well to be partnered with I-Island”

“Well then, I believe it’s time for me to leave” Melissa stood up from her seat and bowed one last time “Goodbye and thank you Principal Nezu”

“And thank you as well” Nezu smiled “Midoriya come in for a second” the boy came in hearing his name

“Yes sir?”

“Miss Shield is finished for today, kindly escort her to her apartment. It is one train away from UA”

“W-would that be alright sir?” Izuku asks slightly unsure of it, it was no problem but he also knew that UA doesn’t easily let the students out without permission. Especially if was far away.

“Of course” Nezu said filling out the permission form that Izuku needed “It is quite a dangerous to leave her alone at night. You would never know if a villain suddenly shows up or the train to get home gets damaged leaving her stuck” he stamps the form and gave it to Izuku “Surely you wouldn’t leave her alone would you?”

“O-ofcourse not sir!” Hook line and sinker.

“Well then, I’ll inform the staff of your departure best be on your way don’t want to miss curfew”

The two bowed and left leaving the principal alone after a few moments he hummed a song as he opened his personal laptop. The screen blared with life and after typing a few things the screen featured a train schematic of a station filled with options of stopping it, delaying it, making it faster, making it slower and so much more. Opening another tab the screen then was shown with announcements regarding villain activity and such, clicking the add announcement he made his own and scheduled it to a specific time. Doing the same with the train stopping the station the same time as the announcement.

He sat comfortably as he sipped his tea while humming his own song.

 

-MIDOCULT-

DinMash

Ok so who’s the blonde that Izuku was with?

Mom

Oh that’s Melissa, a representative from I-Island

DinoMash

That’s it? No feelings for Parsely?

Ghost

I highly doubt that. It’s Izu we’re talking about.

SimpleGirl

Who are we talking about?

Alien

Oh there’s this girl from I-Island that checked UA out and Izuku pretty much escorted her the whole day

Uravity

We met Melissa when we went to the I-Expo last year.

FluffMonster

Ah so is she going to be a new member here?

Frogbutt

….I honestly don’t know

Jacks

Yeah we’re not sure, we mostly just tried to catch up with her, it has been a long time since we last talked.

Shroom

Ok fair enough but what does she feel about Izuku?

NoSleepNoFood

Oh she also loves him

BigSis

…I’m not surprised at this point.

Horni

Oh then is she also a suspect then?

YouCantSeeMe

Well she’s not on the list so no.

Mom

If I remember correctly there were only two times they met last year. I-Expo and after the war when people around the world were sending supplies and help to Japan. So the time frame that they did do it is quite slim

Tsuyu

And yet I feel as if we are wrong somehow

Mom

Yes…well…that is not important right now.

Uravity

Also almost forgot

Uravity added Kaoruko Awata to the chat

Kaoruko

Neat

Kaoruko Awata changed their name to Bubbles

Vine

Welcome to the group.

Bubbles

Hello I’m free for 15 minutes.

DinoMash

Ah a new sister? Welcome to the cult

Vine

That’s it. Yui go bite her

Ultraman

Yes Ma’am

DinoMash

If I have a nickel for every time Ibara encourages violence I would have two nickels, which is not much but it’s weird that is happened twice

DinoMash

I’m proud of you

DinoMash

Gotta run now

Ultraman

Get that ass over here.

SimpleGirl

What is this chat?

Horni

My sanctuary

FluffMonster

Very wholesome, but are we adding that Melissa girl to this chat

Uravity

I don’t see why not

Horni

Yay a new friend!

Shroom

New friend!

YouCantSeeMe

\(^o^)/

NoSleepNoFood added Melissa Shield to the chat

Melissa

-SENT AN IMAGE- (She lay across the bed, dressed in a bold, revealing lingerie set that hugged her curves perfectly. The lace and straps added an edge to the look, showing just enough skin to be irresistible. One arm was stretched above her head, fingers tangled in her hair, and her gaze was as captivating as her pose. Soft light played across her, highlighting the delicate details of the outfit and giving her a look that was both daring and undeniably alluring.)

Melissa

I’m waiting daddy~

Uravity

THE FSFW!@!

Ultraman

Yep I’m bi

Vines

I did not see anything

Horni

Hell yeah!

Melissa

WHERE AM I?!

Melissa

-Melissa deleted a message-

Melissa

Uravity? Ochaco?!

Frogbutt

Hello Melissa-chan. Welcome to the cult

Melissa

Hi? Where am I? Why am I here? That message was not for this chat I just clicked the top option on the app!

BigSis

Yeah we can deduce that.

Ghost

So who’s daddy?

Melissa

No one!

Jacks

See I would like to call bullshit to that

Fluffmonster

Same, even I can smell the bs from here

Melissa

No one. It was just a dare!

Frogbutt

Doubt

Mom

I’m offering a million yen for the truth. It’s me Momo btw

Melissa

I can’t be blackmailed or bargained with Momo

Mom

I’m offering a Deku plushie that I engineered to have the same sweat smell he has after a workout when hugged

Melissa

It’s Izuku

Jacks

DinoMash

Alien

SimpleGirl

Uravity

Momo is scary

Frogbutt

True. But in any case Melissa, care to share why you’re sending that image to Izuku?

Melissa

qwefwaff

Melissa

For reasons that are personal!

Ultraman

She’s going to fuck him. I can taste the horniness from here

Shroom

Gross

Ultraman

Don’t kinkshame me woman

BigSis

We’re not going off topic here. Shield-san are you…going to fuck him

Melissa

Listen girls. I have needs

Frogbutt

Mood

Alien

Mood

Uravity

Mood

Mom

Mood

DinoMash

Mood

Jacks

Mood

Melissa

Wait why am I telling you all this…?

Jacks

Because lying in front of a god is a sin

Mom

I want no part in this

NoSleepNoFood

We all love Izuku anyway so you’re safe here

Melissa

Wha?

Frogbutt

Oh right. Yeah everyone here loves Izuku. There are more but this is the close circle we have.

Melissa

…Huh…

SimpleGirl

Overwhelming isn’t it?

Melissa

Kinda? But also makes sense, it’s Izuku

Frogbutt

Facts.

Melissa

Hold on I need to send this to Izuku before he gets a room

Uravity

Before he gets a room? In the place you’re staying? Doesn’t curfew start in like an hour?

Mom

Yes he might be late if he were to undergo an…activity with you

Ghost

It might just be a quick round you never know

Melissa

Ok I’m back

Melissa

Yes before he leaves, I saw an announcement. There was a villain attack so trains are suspended. I highly doubt he’s gonna make it even if the trains were to resume in a moment.

Melissa

Quick round? Pfft. Girls when he starts its gonna be a few hours before he’s satisfied

Ultraman

Can I join?

BigSis

Trains are halted, doubt you can join in if you wanted to

Ultraman

Hatsume

NoSleepNoFood

If you’re going to ask me if I can make a gadget that would teleport you to her room. I can’t. Yet.

Ultraman

Curses

YouCantSeeMe

Horny Yui is something

Ultraman

I also have needs

Alien

Fair and Valid

Uravity

Still, didn’t think you were so bold Melissa…sending a pic like that..

Melissa

See Ochaco I’ve been suffering as of late. I’m experiencing Dicku withdrawal.

Frogbutt

Can’t relate [ribbits in envy]

Alien

Can’t relate

Uravity

Can’t relate

Mom

Can’t relate

BigSis

Can’t relate

FluffMonster

Can’t relate

Horni

Can’t relate

Melissa

I pity all of you

Frogbutt

REEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Jacks

When did this even happen? I highly doubt it was from the expo

Melissa

Oh. It was after the war, best way to reward a hero am I right?

Frogbutt

(>_<)

Melissa

Haha. In all seriousness I didn’t actually mean to have that kind of fun with him that time it just happened

Vines

How so?

Melissa

Well I was just going to offer him a month off to a resort with the people he wanted to go with to relax. I can imagine fighting all that time, that kind of stress was too much. Well one thing led to another. I comforted him, we kissed and I guess…let our bodies just flowed? He probably let out all his pent up stuff during the war to me.

Ultraman

Was he rough?

Melissa

At first no. But as we kinda got into it I guess he just listened to his body. Pretty sure I stopped doing the work an hour after we started.

Fluffmonster

Damn, how long were you guys going for?

Melissa

It was night when we started it was afternoon when we were done.

Uravity

The fuck!

Alien

Huh?

Mom

How are you alive?

Melissa

Pretty sure I saw the light atleast 8 times that day. We took short breaks so there’s that.

Frogbutt

Good lord we’re going to die

DinoMash

Having second thoughts?

Frogbutt

Hell no

Melissa

Yeah after we were done I think he apologized a bunch of times. I don’t know it was kind of a blur. I was a mess and my face was covered with his stuff and I was dead tired so couldn’t see or hear clearly.

Melissa

So glad you guys are here. You guys can take turns trying to find out how long he can go for

Horni

Excuse me?

Ghost

Oh so he can go for more?

Melissa

Yeah? He can fight with both his arms broken, fight you guys tired and hungry, and fight the big bad after fighting the other big bad.

Melissa

And plus it’s Izuku. Can you think of him without thinking ‘generous’

Melissa

In any case bye, Izuku’s outside so bye!

Frogbutt

(0  _0)

YouCantSeeMe

Any of us till alive in here?

Jacks

Yes

Ultraman

Yes but very horny

Ghost

-SENT AN IMAGE- (She stood by the open window, her figure bathed in the soft glow of moonlight. The ethereal nightgown she wore flowed around her like a cloud, its delicate fabric whispering against her skin as it caught the night air. The gown, made of sheer, soft material, cascaded down her body in gentle folds, tracing her silhouette with a grace that made her seem almost otherworldly.)

Ghost

I agree

DinoMash: Oh I can play that game!

BigSis

Sets no.

DinoMash

-SENT AN IMAGE- (She sat on the edge of her bed, her legs dangling casually over the side, wearing a simple yet flattering one-piece student swimsuit. The suit clung to her figure, its clean lines and modest cut giving her a relaxed, effortless look.)

DinoMash

Sets yes

Alien

Can’t believe we are all now just a bundle of horny

Frogbutt

I can, just didn’t expect to be so soon.

Mom

How about we all get some sleep now.

NoSleepNoFood

-SENT AN IMAGE- (She stood awkwardly in front of the mirror, adjusting the straps of her oversized overall jumpsuit with a puzzled look on her face. The fabric, a soft denim, hung loosely on her frame, and she tugged at the waist as if trying to make it fit better, but it just wasn’t quite right. Her hair was a bit messy, as usual, and she scrunched her nose in concentration)

NoSleepNoFood

Is this how you do it?

Uravity

Mei sweety you are adorable and sexy. You’re doing fine

Bubbles

What did I just return to?

 

-MINUTES EARLIER: AT THE HOTEL MELISSA IS STAYING AT-

Izuku stood patiently in the elevator as it went down from the 9th floor to the main floor below. The journey to the hotel was smooth no villains, no ambushes, no sudden paparazzi to interrupt them. He liked the people and would always smile but he now understood Aizawa on how draining and dare he say…annoying they were.

He sighed, Melissa would stay here for a few days and then would depart back to I-Island. He was glad that UA was getting more attention especially I-Island, considering their technology could benefit both parties. While thankful his mind was elsewhere

Seeing Melissa again stirred something in him. Don’t get him wrong, he was happy to see her again, it was nice to bond with her albeit short as this was business after all but he couldn’t help but want her

He groaned trying to fight his thoughts but alas he couldn’t help it. He was a boy after all and someone who was almost branching out of his teenage years. He felt horny and Melissa didn’t help quell that want, her…antics earlier sure left an impression on him.

When was the last time he did it with someone? No scratch that, when was the last he relieved himself.

He blamed One For All, the increased in libido was frustrating him to no end. ‘Maybe I’ll just relieve myself back at the dorms’

He then felt his phone buzz, opening it he saw it was from one of the hero announcements he was following, his eyes widened hearing the news

‘What?! A villain attack? The trains are halted for now’ he groaned. He decided to inform his sensei about the news that he might be late.

Just sleep there kid and take the afternoon classes tomorrow” replied Aizawa on the other end “Just say the principal of UA sent you and we’ll cover that cost

“A-are you sure sir? I could probably just go back using my quirk” he proposed

You’re already at a safe place and it’s night. It would be illogical to try and get here at this time” he heard his sensei sigh and some shuffling noise “Good night Midoriya” his sensei ended the call

Well, there goes his plan to go back to the dorms, he stood in the hall for a second contemplating until he sighed and went to the reception accepting his fate.

He then felt his phone buzz again, his eyebrow raised as he saw it was from Melissa ‘Huh wonder what she needs’ Opening the message his eyes threatened to leave their socket a huge blush form on his face.

Melissa sent a picture. Not just an ordinary wholesome picture, she sent him a picture of her laying in bed wearing a lingerie. Another message came through it reads: ‘I’m waiting daddy~’

He gulped his horniness came back with a vengeance threatening to tear through his underwear and shorts. He took several deep breaths to calm himself. He had to think rationally and not with his head downstairs.

‘It’s just sex. Something casual’ was his reasoning but he couldn’t help but feel the word felt hollow somehow. It’s not that he hadn’t appreciated the closeness that he and Melissa shared it was great, every moment of it. But now, seeing that look on her face, the image stayed with him, her gaze warm and inviting. It brought up feelings he didn’t understand, feeling he hadn’t wanted to name.

Was this just about the intimate moment they shared or was there something deeper? He didn’t want to make light of her feelings or take her for granted she deserved more than that.

What did he want?

Maybe…he could get the answer tonight.

-----

He did not get his answer.

He silently groaned to not wake the woman beside him. He stared at the ceiling of the dark room they were in only the moonlight outside providing illumination. Looking to his left he saw the clock beside them reading ‘3:36 am’ he groaned he had to wake up somewhat early to get back to the dorms. He didn’t feel like sleeping anymore. Guess he’ll be impersonating Aizawa today

He wanted to talk things out first maybe get something straight or something. But whatever thoughts or words he planned to say when he saw Melissa sitting on the bed…just waiting for him. Then she kissed him, he kissed back. And more kissing, and touching, shoving. Everything just happened.

He felt guilty. Was he taking advantage of her?

She invited him, so probably not.

But what did this mean?

It was just sex or atleast something intimate they shared that they continued.

Was it?

Is that what she wanted?

But the most gnawing question…is that what he wanted

Melissa stirred awake, her eyes turned to Izuku fully awake “Hey can’t sleep?”

“Oh!” noticing the now awake Melissa “Yeah, sorry did I wake you?”

“Not really” she smiles she held him close, he ignores the two soft things pushing against him as well as the amount of skin that he was currently feeling

He stared at her for a moment before finding the right words “Melissa…what are we?”

This jolted her awake, she opened her eyes and sat up ignoring the soreness she felt and stared at Izuku. He also sat up slightly looking at her

“What is…all this?” he gestures to the both of them “I…I is this something? I don’t know, am I reading into it too much? Are you enjoying this?” he sighed “Sorry…I’m just so…lost”

This was her chance. She could tell him how she truly felt. Confess that she loves him, tell him that she doesn’t want to end this and have something more, heck she could probably somewhat hint about the other girls as well. All it takes is to answer his question.

But she couldn’t do that now could she?

She looked at his eyes. His eyes were searching filled with longing but there was something else. A shadow of uncertainty, almost as if he wanted to know but couldn’t yet accept the answer. She could confess, but he was vulnerable. She couldn’t do that to him. Whatever he was still guarding it wasn’t worth the risk of confessing her love to him

“Izuku” she said softly laying a hand on his chest “I could answer that. I could tell you exactly what this is…for me” looking deeply in his eyes “But I think you already know what it is” his eyes widen slightly “you’re just not ready to accept it yet, are you?”

His breath hitched as he looked away. He wasn’t…ready? He wanted to protest and say he was but deep down he agrees. The answer he was looking for was so close, he just wasn’t going for it.

“It’s okay Izuku” she leaned close and kissed the tip of his nose “I can wait. I’ll be here when you’re ready to figure this out”

His heart twisted to a mix of gratitude and frustration, he wanted to be ready. He wanted to give her more than the pieces of himself he managed to put together. But there was comfort in her words. He felt warm and he smiled as they settled into a comfortable silence.

“Sleep sounds nice right about now” Melissa wiggled her hips making him aware of something resting on her stomach “Kinda hard wit that thing poking me”

He chuckled nervously and then both of them laughed. Melissa snaked her arms around his neck pulling him close

“Well looks like you have two options mister. We could either A. Cuddle and sleep or B. You can make use of two holes you haven’t fully touched thoroughly yet”

Yep he wasn’t gonna get any sleep

Notes:

And that's a wrap!

So I'm gonna explain a few things. Since this fic was made before the final war arc. I think this was before Ippan Josei was introduced in the anime so that's a long time, I've made rules to the universe that I'm going to stick but will probably adjust to respect the anime/manga. As well as timelines and some character introductions as there have been characters that were introduced in the anime but has not been introduced here, will adjust to respect the source material but this is still my story so I'm gonna have some wiggle room.

Also there's end notes here after this. Forgot how to get rid of it, I created that when I was still in college so I'll try to figure out how to get rid of it....

That's about it. See ya. Work is tiring

Chapter 32: Childhood Ties

Summary:

Izuku had Chilldhood friends growing up. Yep the Childhood friends trope.

Notes:

Here's to another chapter an idea I got from work while reading Lovely class by Mumei Mu, go read that story I think its good

Chapter Text

“Izuku…I like you”

-CLANG!-

“Huh?”

Both parties turned to the sound and noticed Itsuka Kendo staring at them as well as Yui Kodai behind her. The source of the sound was the tray that Itsuka dropped containing her lunch but it would seem that it was not important as Itsuka was staring at them with wide eyes mixed with shock and disbelief.

“…Camie, what did you just say?...”

Camie Utsushimi raised her eyebrow at Itsuka’s question as she stood beside Izuku, the said boy was looking between Camie and the two girls with a blush on his face.

“Uhh guys..” he started feeling the sudden eyes of the people in the cafeteria “Maybe we should...”

“Camie what did you just say” Itsuka asked once more as she walked towards the two with Yui close behind her.

It was quite a sight as three girls were looking at each other. One boy in the middle tried to calm them down, to outsiders this would have been presumed to be a catfight or the latest drama in school, to some students, it was more like a fight that was bound to happen as they saw the recent development of those said people. Still, to the three women close to Izuku it was much more personal than that.

Let's go back a few months or even a few years as we give some context to this situation.

 

-AFTER QUIRK APPREHENSION TEST-

Our story fully starts on the first day of class at UA University as Izuku Midoriya after getting his finger healed after Aizawa’s apprehension test walked to the cafeteria for lunch, he held his bento in one hand as he glanced at the tables. Some were already filled while some had some space but there were strangers to him. His eyes search the room with the intent of finding someone to no avail. He sighed as he went to an empty spot in the corner. He was used to this due to his high school days of being quirkless, he just thought that maybe this time would be different.

Well hopefully he would get a chance to have lunch with his childhood friends, but they could have been busy with something else.

Just as he was about to dig in, a familiar voice called out to him.

"Midoriya!"

Izuku looked up, startled, to see Tenya Iida marching toward him, his hand raised in a formal greeting.

"May I sit here?" Iida asked, his rigid posture making the simple question seem almost like an official request.

"O-Of course, Iida!" Izuku replied, a bit surprised but grateful for the company.

Iida adjusted his glasses and sat down, immediately arranging his utensils with precise care. "You did well during the Quirk Apprehension Test, Midoriya. Your resolve and quick thinking in using your quirk were impressive."

Izuku blushed, scratching the back of his neck. "Ah, t-thank you. I’m just glad I didn’t mess it up too badly..."

Before he could say anything more, someone else joined the table.

"Hey, mind if I sit with you guys?"

It was Ochaco Uraraka, smiling brightly as she held her lunch tray. Without waiting for an answer, she plopped down next to Iida and across from Izuku.

"Uraraka!" Izuku exclaimed, surprised but happy to see her.

"You were awesome in that test!" Ochaco said, beaming at him. "That blast from your quirk was crazy strong!"

Izuku blushed even harder. "T-Thanks, but I didn’t have much control over it... I broke my finger."

Ochaco giggled. "Well, it was still cool!"

As the three of them began eating, chatting about the test and what U.A. had in store for them, Izuku started to feel more at ease. For the first time, he wasn’t sitting alone. He had Iida and Ochaco, two new friends who had been nothing but kind to him.

But just as Izuku was starting to relax, he suddenly felt something—no, someone—wrap their arms around his neck from behind. Soft hands rested on his shoulders, and something warm pressed against the back of his head. His face immediately turned red.

"Izu~! Long time no see!" came a playful, familiar voice.

Izuku froze. He recognized that voice.

"C-Camie?!" he sputtered, his eyes wide.

“Surprise!” she cheered as she came into view from his side. The blonde grinned plopped herself next to Izuku giving him another hug and pulling his head close to her chest “I missed you so much! We haven’t seen each other for so long”

“Ca-Camie, we hung out last week…” he mumbled still blushing from the contact

“I still missed you though” hugging him tighter.

Ochaco blinked in surprise, and Iida straightened up, looking at Camie with confusion.

"Who is this?" Iida asked, adjusting his glasses as he studied her.

Before Izuku could explain, Camie released him and leaned on his shoulder with a casual grin.

"Yo! Name’s Camie, from Class 1-B," she said, flashing them a peace sign. "Me and Izu go way back. Childhood friends, y’know?"

Ochaco tilted her head, curious. "Really? You guys were friends before U.A.?"

Izuku, still blushing furiously, nodded. "Y-Yeah, we knew each other before middle school."

As they chatted, yet another familiar face appeared at their table.

"I hope Camie didn’t scare you too much, Izuku," a calm, confident voice said. Izuku turns and smiles seeing his childhood friend

“Itsuka!” Itsuka Kendo smiled as she approached with two bentos, she put the other Bento in front of Camie and sat in front of Izuku

“Hey there, I’m Itsuka Kendo from Class 1-B” she then turned to Camie “You know it's rude to just shove a bento to someone right?”

“Oh but I wanted to hug Izu” she said leaning on Izuku’s shoulder making Kendo sigh

“A-anyway, I-I didn’t know you were going to attend UA” Izuku turned to Camie and she sat straight “I thought you wanted to go to Shiketsu University?”

Camie pouted and crossed her arms “I did, but they’re so strict so I was like hell no!”

“You’re lucky UA applications were still ongoing” commented Itsuka as she then glanced to the side and raised her hand up “I’m still surprised you passed the written exam”

“I’m dumb but not dumb” Camie said digging into her lunch making Izuku laugh a bit.

Iida, now thoroughly confused, adjusted his glasses again. “I see, it would seem you two have some history with Midoriya. Glad to meet you I’m Tenya Iida from class 1-A”

“Ochaco Uraraka” waved Ochaco as she ate her rice “How long did you three know each other?”

“Mm” someone grunted they all turned and saw Yui Kodai with her tray and she glanced at Izuku

“Y-Yui!” he then made space next to him and Yui nodded sitting next to him. “Nice to s-see you again”

“Mm” she said as she ate her lunch in silence

“Umm” Ochaco stared and Itsuka laughed lightly

“She’s Yui Kodai, don’t mind her she’s actually really sweet” she turned to Ochaco “For your question we know each other ever since we were kids. I knew Izuku the longest” she pointed to Yui “Then Yui 2 years later” then to Camie “Then Camie a month after”

“We’re pretty much been friends ever since!” Camie smiled

“Mm” Yui nodded chewing on her food

“Yeah Yui is pretty much the quiet one in the group, Camie is the loudest, I’m the responsible one” Itsuka teasingly smiled at Izuku “and he’s the reckless idiot”

“I-I-I’m not that re-reckless!”

“I think I still remember the sludge incident” Itsuka countered making Izuku sputter at the memory

“There’s also the entrance exam” added Camie

“And then the ball toss” Ochaco also added adding to the teasing and Yui only looked at Izuku challenging him to say anything while said boy just grumbled with a blush as he ate his lunch.

The group laughed even Iida smiled a bit. Izuku didn’t mind the teasing, he was actually glad. He was with friends and looks like two more were added to that list.

He was happy.

 

-AFTER BATTLE TRAINING-

Itsuka Kendo sat alone in the hallway outside of Recovery Girl’s room, her arms crossed tightly as her foot tapped against the floor in a steady, angry rhythm. She hated this. Hated the sight of Izuku bruised and hurt. Hated the sight of him unconscious.

And most of all, she hated how powerless she felt every time.

She knew the risks. Heroes got hurt—it was part of the job. But Izuku had always been different. He wasn’t just someone who got caught up in danger. He threw himself into it without hesitation, no matter how reckless or self-destructive it seemed.

It was infuriating.

Itsuka leaned back in the chair, exhaling sharply. “Idiot,” she muttered under her breath, she couldn't decide whether she wanted to strangle him or hug him.

The door creaked open, and Recovery Girl poked her head out. “He’s awake now. Try not to stress him out too much, dear.”

Itsuka stood immediately, nodding. “Thank you.”

As she stepped into the infirmary, her eyes softened. Izuku was propped up on the bed, a sheepish smile on his face as he rubbed the back of his head. Bandages were wrapped tightly around his arms, and his face was dotted with scratches.

“Itsuka?” Izuku blinked at her, surprised.

“Hey,” she said, her tone sharp despite the warmth creeping into her expression. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay,” he replied quickly, his voice light, as if that would ease her worry. “Recovery Girl already patched me up.”

Itsuka’s lips thinned, her hands balling into fists at her sides. “Okay?” she repeated, her voice rising slightly. “You call this okay?!”

Izuku flinched, caught off guard by her sudden anger.

“You’re right arm is broken and your left is burnt, Izuku!” she snapped, walking closer to the bed. “Do you have any idea how worried I was? Watching you get hurt like that—again—and all you can say is that you’re okay?”

Izuku shrank slightly under her glare, his guilt plain on his face. “I... I didn’t mean to worry you. I just—”

“You just couldn’t stop yourself, could you?” Itsuka cut him off, her tone softening despite her frustration. “You always throw yourself into danger without thinking about what’ll happen to you.”

He opened his mouth to respond, but she held up a hand, silencing him.

“I get it, Izuku. You…wanted to prove to Bakugo that you weren’t the Deku he knew, right? To prove that you can be a hero, right?” Her voice faltered, her eyes shimmering with barely contained emotion. “But who’s going to protect you if you keep hurting yourself like this? You can’t just keep doing this to yourself. You can’t keep making me watch you get hurt.”

The room fell silent. Izuku’s expression shifted, a flicker of understanding crossing his face.

“Itsuka...” he began, his voice low.

“I’m serious, Izuku,” she said, her tone more controlled now. “At least try to minimize injuring yourself, make it a last resort not the first. Please?”

Izuku stared at her, his emerald eyes wide. For a moment, he seemed lost for words, and then he smiled—a small, genuine smile that made her heart skip.

“Thank you, Itsuka,” he said softly. “I’ll... I’ll try. I promise.”

She sighed, her shoulders relaxing. “You better,” she muttered, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

“IZU!/MM!” came from the door as two people opened the door in a hurry. Izuku laughed seeing his childhood friends trying to calm them down.

Itsuka sighed staring at Izuku for a moment and frowned. Fully knowing this won’t be the last time he would get hurt.

Izuku had somewhat of the same thought, he didn’t like seeing Itsuka sad. He just needed to work harder to control One For All, he had to be a hero no one gets to worry about.

 

-AFTER THE USJ-

The day after the USJ attack, Izuku sat on the couch in his living room, his leg resting on a pillow with a blanket thrown over it. Recovery Girl’s healing had worked wonders, but she’d still instructed him to take it easy for a day or two. His mom had fussed over him non-stop since he came home, but now that she’d left to run errands, the house was eerily quiet.

A knock at the door broke the silence. Izuku looked up, confused. Mom wasn’t expecting anyone, was she?

Before he stood up, the door swung open, and Itsuka Kendo rushed in, followed closely by Yui Kodai and Camie Utsushimi.

“Izuku!” Itsuka’s voice was filled with both relief and frustration as she crossed the room in a few quick strides.

“I—Itsuka? What are you—”

Before he could finish, she pulled him into a tight hug, careful not to jostle his leg. Her arms wrapped securely around his shoulders, and he felt the tension radiating off her.

“I was so worried when I heard about the villains,” she said, her voice wavering slightly. “When I found out you got hurt, I… I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Are you okay? Did you get enough rest? Does it still hurt?”

Izuku blinked, his face heating up at the sudden closeness. “I’m fine! Really! Recovery Girl patched me up, and my leg’s mostly healed. I just need to take it easy for a bit.”

Itsuka pulled back slightly, her hands still resting on his shoulders as she scanned him from head to toe. “You always say you’re fine, but you push yourself too hard. You need to stop worrying everyone like this. Especially me, I’m either gonna get grey hairs or a heart attack”

“I-I’m sorry,” Izuku said, his voice soft.

Yui, who had been standing silently nearby, stepped closer and set a small bag of snacks on the table. Her expression was calm, but her eyes betrayed her concern. “Take care of yourself,” she said simply, her quiet tone carrying a weight that made Izuku nod instinctively.

Camie plopped down on the couch beside Izuku, tossing an arm around his shoulder with her usual playful grin. “For real, Izu, you had us all freaking out! Villains? Injuries? You’re like, the poster boy for doing too much.” She wagged a finger at him teasingly before adding with a wink, “But hey, at least you’re still cute.”

Izuku’s face turned bright red, and he stammered, “I-I didn’t mean to make anyone worry!”

Itsuka sighed, shaking her head but smiling softly. “Of course you didn’t. That’s just who you are.” She turned to the other girls as she ruffled his hair. “All right, he’s fine for now, but we’re staying to make sure he doesn’t overdo it again.”

Camie’s eyes lit up. “Sleepover vibes, anyone?”

“Sleepover?” Izuku echoed, looking between them in surprise.

“Yep!” Camie said, already pulling out her phone to order takeout. “We’ll keep you company, keep you entertained, and make sure you don’t try to, like, train on a busted leg or something.”

Yui nodded in agreement, pulling a blanket out of her bag. “Good idea.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Izuku stammered, holding up his hands. “You’re all staying here? What about your classes?”

“Class 1-B doesn’t have anything important tomorrow,” Itsuka said, crossing her arms. “And if you think I’m leaving you unsupervised after what happened, you’ve got another thing coming.”

Camie leaned back, grinning. “Same here. Besides, it’s been forever since we hung out like this.”

Yui didn’t say anything, but the look she gave Izuku said enough.

Realizing there was no arguing with them, Izuku sighed and gave them a sheepish smile. “Okay. Thanks, everyone.”

He was glad to have friends like them

 

-SPORTS FESTIVAL – AFTER CAVALRY BATTLE-

Itsuka Kendo sat on a bench near the sidelines, sipping a bottle of water as she watched the ongoing scavenger hunt. Her classmate, Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu, plopped down next to her, his face flushed from his recent participation. Meanwhile, Monoma sulked nearby, arms crossed, grumbling about how the judges didn’t appreciate his "brilliance" during the earlier events.

“You did great out there, Tetsutetsu,” Itsuka said with a supportive smile.

“Thanks, Kendo!” he replied, still catching his breath. “You too. You handled Monoma like a champ. Hand-delivering him to the judges was a nice touch.”

“Pfft, someone had to,” she joked, earning an offended gasp from Monoma.

Tetsutetsu chuckled before their conversation turned to the classmates advancing to the final event. They shared congratulations and predictions on who would perform well, and the casual teasing made the moment enjoyable.

Then, the topic shifted unexpectedly.

“By the way,” Tetsutetsu said, leaning back, “did you see Midoriya, I think his name was, joined the scavenger hunt?”

“Oh, yeah,” Setsuna chimed in. “Your boyfriend is giving it a shot, Kendo.”

Itsuka’s eyebrows twitched as her cheeks turned a light shade of red. “He’s not my boyfriend,” she protested, though her voice faltered slightly.

“Uh-huh,” Juzo teased with a grin. “Sure, you’re just ‘friends.’”

“Exactly!” Itsuka said firmly, though the heat in her cheeks betrayed her.

Setsuna smirked, never one to miss a chance to stir the pot. “If it’s not Kendo, maybe it’s Kodai or Utsushimi. Childhood friends turned lovers—it’s practically a trope.”

“Would you give it a rest, Set?” Itsuka muttered, rolling her eyes.

The group’s attention shifted back to the field as the announcer called for Izuku and Yui’s turn in the scavenger hunt. Midnight and Ectoplasm stood ready at the judges' table, reiterating the rules to the participants.

“They have to carry or drag the item or person?” Tetsutetsu repeated, scratching his head.

“What do you think he’ll pick?” one student asked.

“Bet he drew ‘bring your crush,’” another teased, nudging Kendo. “Wonder which one of you he’ll go for.”

Itsuka sighed, her face heating up again. “He’s not—ugh, whatever. Let’s just watch.”

As the signal went off, Izuku darted to the pile of cards, grabbing one quickly. His face turned bright red as he read it, and the group leaned forward in interest.

“Oh, he’s blushing,” someone whispered. “Here we go.”

Kendo waved them off saying he always blushes, though her stomach flipped nervously.

Then Izuku jogged toward them, his steps hurried but careful.

“Ya sure about that, Kendo?” one of her classmates teased, causing her to glare.

Izuku skidded to a stop in front of them, looking slightly out of breath. “K-Kendo!” he stammered, scratching the back of his head. “C-Can you come with me?”

Whistles and teasing erupted around them.

“Oh, he went for her!”

“Knew it!”

Itsuka blinked, her face heating up, but she nodded. “Uh, sure, Izuku.”

What she didn’t expect was for him to sweep her up in a bridal carry.

The teasing grew louder, with laughter and more whistles from her classmates.

“I-I’m sorry!” Izuku stammered, his face just as red as hers. “I—I need to carry you to the judges for the scavenger hunt. It’s faster this way!”

Itsuka’s initial shock melted into a soft laugh as she wrapped her arms lightly around his neck for balance. “You could’ve just asked me to walk, you know.”

He kept jogging toward the judges, his face somehow growing even redder. “I-I didn’t want to risk being too slow! Plus…you’re not that heavy”

She blinked at his words, caught off guard. “Well, thank you for not calling me fat,” she teased, trying to play it cool.

Izuku’s blush deepened, his grip shifting slightly as he adjusted her in his arms without breaking stride. “I’m serious! Look—” Without thinking, he lightly lifted her a little higher, as though to prove his point. “You’re really not heavy at all.”

Her breath caught as she felt the effortless way he handled her, her heart skipping a beat. “O-Okay, okay! I get it!” she laughed nervously, her face now just as red as his. “You can stop showing off now.”

Izuku blinked, realizing what he’d just done. “Oh! S-Sorry!” He adjusted his hold again, his voice rising in panic. “I wasn’t— I didn’t mean—!”

She interrupted him with a soft chuckle, shaking her head to hide her own flustered expression. “Relax, Midoriya. No harm done. What card did you even pick, anyway?”

Izuku hesitated before answering, his voice barely above a whisper. “It said, uh... ‘Someone cool.’”

She blinked before laughing softly. “Dork,” she muttered, shaking her head, though her smile stayed firmly in place.

------

Izuku stretched his arms after setting Itsuka down, feeling the heat in his cheeks finally start to fade. He glanced back at the scavenger hunt area, ready to step away and give the next participant their turn when he felt a gentle tug on his sleeve.

He turned to see Yui Kodai holding onto his shirt. Her calm, expressionless gaze met his, but her grip was firm.

“Come,” she said simply, her voice soft but resolute.

Izuku blinked in surprise, but the conviction in her tone made him nod automatically. “Uh, okay.”

Before he could process it, Yui was gently but insistently pulling him back toward Midnight and Ectoplasm at the judges' table. Her movements were quiet and deliberate, yet Izuku felt like he couldn’t—or wouldn’t—say no.

When they reached the judges, Yui held out her scavenger hunt card to Midnight without a word. Midnight raised an eyebrow, her ever-present grin widening as she read the card.

“Oh my,” Midnight said, her voice carrying across the field. “We absolutely accept! That’s a win for Kodai Yui!”

Cheers erupted from the crowd, and Izuku turned to Yui, his curiosity piqued. “What card did you get?” he asked.

Yui blinked at him, tilting her head slightly before answering in her usual concise manner. “Secret.”

Izuku balked, caught off guard by her cryptic response. “S-Secret? But—”

Their voices were drowned out as they walked away leaving Midnight with Yui’s card, Ectoplasm turned to see what it said only to chuckle.

Someone dear to you

-----

Izuku leaned on the railing in the stands, his body sore but manageable after his intense fight with Todoroki. The recovery had been swift enough for him to return to the stadium to watch the ongoing matches. His eyes remained fixed on the arena, but a familiar presence behind him made him glance over his shoulder.

"...Please don’t kill me?" he joked weakly, managing a small smile.

Itsuka Kendo was there, arms crossed, a faint sigh escaping her lips. “Don’t tempt me,” she quipped, though her tone carried more warmth than frustration. Without another word, she gently guided him toward his seat.

“Here, sit. You’ve earned a break,” she said, making sure he was comfortable. She adjusted his chair slightly, ensuring he had a clear view of the match below. “Anything you need before I head back to my class?”

Izuku shook his head. “No, I’m good. Thanks, Kendo.”

Her lips curled into a faint smile as she turned to leave. “Alright, but try to stay out of trouble, okay?”

He chuckled lightly as she disappeared towards her class.

Back with Class 1-B, Itsuka rejoined her group, where Camie was leaning casually against the wall, her usual carefree grin in place.

“How’s Izu-kun doing?” Camie asked, raising an eyebrow.

“He’s fine. Watching the fights,” Itsuka replied as she took her seat. “Just needs some time to recover.”

“Good,” Camie said with a wink. “Wouldn’t want our little hero wearing himself out too much, ya feel?”

-----

As the day wound down and the festival came to a close, the students began making their way home. Itsuka, Camie, and Yui found themselves at the doors of Class 1-A. Knocking lightly, Itsuka pushed the door open, and the trio stepped inside.

“Hey, everyone,” Itsuka greeted casually, her gaze scanning the room until it landed on Izuku.

Izuku blinked in surprise, straightening up. “Kendo? Camie? Yui? What are you guys doing here?”

Camie smirked, her playful tone shining through. “Simple, we’re here to make sure you get home safe, duh.”

“Y-you don’t need to do that,” Izuku began, but Yui’s quiet voice interrupted him.

“You don’t have a choice,” she stated plainly, her hand lightly grasping his sleeve.

Before Izuku could protest further, Mineta’s loud voice erupted from across the room. “Izuku’s got hot babes escorting him home?! Are you kidding me?!”

He barely finished his sentence before Tsuyu’s tongue lashed out, knocking him unconscious with a single blow.

“Mineta, stop being gross,” she said, her usual monotone tinged with annoyance.

Camie, meanwhile, glanced at Izuku and tilted her head. “Your tie’s all messed up,” she said, stepping closer. Without waiting for permission, she adjusted it, tugging him forward slightly.

“There, much better,” she said with a wink, leaving Izuku a bit flustered.

From the side, Mina and Tooru exchanged wide-eyed glances, vibrating with barely contained excitement.

“They’re so into him,” Mina whispered.

“Totally!” Tooru replied, almost bouncing on her feet.

Iida cleared his throat, breaking the tension. “Kendo-san, Ochaco and I will accompany you to the station. It’s on our way home anyway.”

“Yeah, let’s all go together,” Ochaco added cheerfully.

Izuku nodded happy to have his new friends with him.

 

-TIMESKIPE: AT THE HOSPITAL/AFTER HOSU-

Itsuka Kendo sat restlessly on the bus, her foot tapping against the floor as she watched the city blur by. Her stomach churned with guilt and anxiety. She had taken the day off, thankfully approved by Uwabami without much fuss, but her thoughts refused to settle. She couldn’t stop replaying the events in her head.

Izuku had been hurt again, and while she wasn’t surprised—hero work was dangerous, after all—it didn’t make it any easier to stomach. She couldn’t shake the guilt eating at her. He’d been reaching out to her less and less, and when he had tried, she’d dismissed it. Just a butt dial, she had told herself. And now, knowing she’d been relatively close to Hosu during the attack but hadn’t done anything to help, the weight of it was almost unbearable. Sure, she might not have been able to make it in time, but she could’ve at least tried. Or told someone.

As soon as the bus came to a stop, Itsuka bolted out the door, her legs carrying her toward the hospital at full speed. She slowed only as she reached the entrance, taking a moment to catch her breath. Her eyes scanned the lobby until they landed on a familiar figure.

“Camie?”

The blonde turned, her usual easygoing grin lighting up her face. “Yo, Kendo! What’s up? You here to visit Midoriya too?”

Itsuka blinked, then nodded. “Yeah. You?”

“Duh,” Camie said, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Gotta check on the little dude, y’know?”

After getting directions from the receptionist, the two made their way through the halls together. When they finally reached Izuku’s room, Camie pushed the door open with her usual flair, startling the boy inside.

“Whoa! Hey, don’t scare me like that!” Izuku exclaimed, sitting up straighter in his chair.

“Sorry!” Itsuka said quickly, stepping in behind Camie. “We were just... worried.”

“Super worried,” Camie added, plopping into a chair with her usual casual grace.

Izuku laughed nervously, scratching the back of his head. “I’m fine, really. I’ll be out of here tomorrow.”

That didn’t stop them from fussing over him for a while longer. They checked to make sure he had everything he needed and that he wasn’t pushing himself too hard. Izuku appreciated their concern but waved them off with a sheepish smile.

As they were getting ready to leave, he looked up at them, his green eyes filled with quiet determination. “You don’t have to worry about me anymore. I’ll be all right this time.”

The conviction in his voice made both girls pause. Itsuka blinked, her lips curving into a small smile. “Good,” she said softly, flicking his forehead. “But you’re still a reckless idiot.”

Izuku rubbed the spot with a wince, mumbling, “I’m your reckless idiot.”

Her smile widened despite the faint flutter in her chest. She chose to ignore it, focusing instead on the relief of seeing him safe.

“Yeah, yeah,” she muttered, turning to leave with Camie close behind. “Just... take care of yourself, okay?”

As they walked down the hall, Camie gave her a sidelong glance, her grin teasing. “Your reckless idiot, huh?”

Itsuka groaned, her face heating up. “Don’t start.”

Camie only laughed, the sound echoing in the quiet corridor.

 

-TIMESKIP: BEFORE THE PROVISIONAL EXAM-

Itsuka marched alongside her classmates as Class 1-B made their way to the gymnasium for their turn to train. Led by Vlad King, the group buzzed with chatter. Some talked about their progress, others debated potential super moves, and there were the usual grumbles about quirks not cooperating as expected. Of course, Monoma’s constant tirade about Class 1-A filled the air, drawing groans and laughs in equal measure.

The conversation naturally shifted to Class 1-A and the chaos that seemed to follow them. Their eccentric stories were almost legendary, and no one could deny the impact they’d already made.

“By the way,” Reiko asked, breaking the rhythm of Monoma’s rant, “how’s Midoriya doing? I heard he broke both of his arms. Rumor has it he took down a villain, though.”

The three childhood friends—Itsuka, Camie, and Yui—were quick to answer.

“He’s fine,” Yui said simply, a hint of pride in her tone.

“Yeah, big boy’s really leveling up now,” Camie added, her voice as breezy as always.

Itsuka chuckled softly. “He’s still a reckless idiot, but yeah, he’s improved a lot.”

Then, someone made an offhand comment. It wasn’t mean-spirited, just casual, but it struck Itsuka like a bolt.

“Guess greenie doesn’t need you anymore, huh?”

Itsuka opened her mouth to respond but found no words. Instead, she turned back toward the front, her thoughts swirling.

The comment lingered. ‘He doesn’t need me anymore?’

It wasn’t completely untrue, was it? Izuku had grown so much, mastering his quirk and building relationships within his class. Whenever they hung out, he’d always mention his classmates—names like Uraraka, Iida, and Todoroki peppered his stories. She was proud of him. How could she not be? But beneath the pride, there was something else.

A pang of loneliness.

She shook the feeling away, forcing herself to focus on the positives. Izuku was growing, becoming someone incredible. A fantastic hero in the making. That’s what mattered.

She didn’t notice Reiko elbowing Setsuna for her comment as the group approached the gym.

Inside, All Might stood in his weakened form at the center of the gymnasium. Though they were used to seeing him like this now, it still took a moment for it to register.

Then it happened.

A rumble sounded from above. A piece of rubble broke loose, tumbling directly toward All Might. The group shouted warnings, but before anyone could react, the air buzzed with energy.

There was a burst, and then a booming voice.

SMASH!

Itsuka’s breath caught as she saw the rubble explode into harmless pieces, a blur of green lightning cutting through the dust.

There he was—Izuku Midoriya. His body glowed with arcs of electricity, his determined grin sharp and confident.

Time seemed to slow for Itsuka as she stared.

When was the last time he relied on me?

The thought crept in. She remembered how often she’d been the one to guide him, to shield him from harm. Now, there he was—strong, capable, moving forward like a true hero.

Her chest tightened.

He doesn’t need me anymore.

The realization stung. It wasn’t fair—she should be happy for him, and she was—but there was an ache she couldn’t ignore. She tried to swallow it, and focus on the pride she felt, but Setsuna’s earlier words echoed in her mind.

Guess greenie doesn’t need you anymore, huh?

Her fists clenched at her sides. No—Izuku wasn’t the type to leave people behind. That wasn’t who he was. But she didn’t want to be left behind either. She didn’t want to lose the connection they had.

Before she could fully process her thoughts, Izuku landed amidst cheers and celebration from everyone around. The energy in the room was electric, but Itsuka’s body moved on its own.

“Izuku!”

Her voice cut through the noise, drawing his wide-eyed attention.

“Itsuka?” he said, blinking as she closed the distance. He smiled, his usual warmth shining through. “Hey! What’re you doing here?”

Before he could say more, she wrapped her arms around him in a hug.

Izuku froze, his face burning red as his arms flailed awkwardly. “W-What—Itsuka?!”

The gym erupted into chaos.

Mina and Tooru both screamed in unison, “It’s happening! It’s happening!” They bounced in place, their excitement practically contagious.

Meanwhile, Mineta’s muffled voice could barely be heard from within Shoji’s grasp. The tall man had wisely wrapped him up in a cocoon of limbs, his voice calm as he said, “Nope. Not today.” Tsuyu stood nearby, giving Shoji a grateful nod.

Class 1-B was equally stunned. They stared with slack jaws, unsure what to make of the scene. Before Monoma could launch into one of his usual tirades about Class 1-A hogging the spotlight, Tetsutetsu clamped him into a chokehold, dragging him away as the blond flailed. “Not now, dude,” Tetsutetsu muttered.

Itsuka only laughed softly, her cheek resting against his shoulder. “Just checking to make sure you’re okay. No broken bones, right? You didn’t hurt yourself?”

“N-No, nothing like that,” he stammered. “I’m fine! It’s just taking some time to get used to, you know, with all the spinning and stuff…”

She pulled back slightly, smiling as she ruffled his hair. “Good. Just remember, I’m still here if you need me. Always will be.”

Then, without warning, she tugged on his cheeks, slipping into her usual teasing big-sister mode. “Don’t think you’re off the hook just because you’ve got a better handle on your quirk. I’m still gonna fuss over you, mister!”

Izuku winced but nodded quickly, his face still bright red. “Y-Yes, ma’am!”

She laughed again, her heart lighter now.  ‘God, I love this dork.’ Unbeknownst to her two pairs of eyes looking at them with jealousy, she may have noticed but chose to ignore it.

 

-BACK AT THE PRESENT: UA CAFETERIA-

“Camie what did you just say” Itsuka asked once more as she walked towards the two with Yui close behind her.

Camie tilted her head, genuinely confused by the reaction. “I said I like him,” she repeated with a shrug.

“You... you can’t,” Itsuka said, her disbelief clear.

“Why not?” Camie asked, genuinely puzzled. “Do you care or something?”

Itsuka opened her mouth but hesitated. She turned to Izuku, her green eyes locking onto his. The noise of the cafeteria faded away, leaving only the sound of her heartbeat in her ears. Taking a deep breath, she said, “Yes. I care because I like him too. I have for a while now.”

Izuku’s jaw dropped, his face going redder.

“I want to be with you, Izuku,” Itsuka continued, her voice steady but her cheeks burning. “To stay by your side—for better or worse, with broken bones or none.” She laughed nervously, a sound that drew a small chuckle from Izuku despite his obviously flustered state.

She stuttered as she tried to finish her thought. “I... I... l-lov--.”

But before she could finish the confession, Camie leaned over and covered her mouth with her hand.

“Uh-uh, no fair!” Camie said, pouting playfully but with a competitive gleam in her eyes. “This is my confession, not yours!”

The two girls began bickering, their voices rising as the entire cafeteria turned to watch.

Izuku, caught in the middle, waved his hands frantically. “W-Wait! Let’s just calm down—”

Before he could finish, Yui stepped forward, her quiet presence cutting through the chaos. Without a word, she leaned in and kissed Izuku gently on the cheek, her arms wrapping around him from behind.

“Me too,” Yui said simply, resting her chin on his shoulder. “I like you, Izuku.”

Izuku’s brain short-circuited. His face turned an alarming shade of red as his eyes darted between the three girls.

The cafeteria exploded into chaos.

-----

In the sidelines, Class 1-A and Class 1-B were gathered, watching the scene unfold.

“Shouldn’t we stop this?” Shoji asked, his voice calm but uncertain.

“No way,” Kaminari said, smirking as he leaned back. “This is better than a reality show!”

Sero nodded. “Yeah, I’ve got 500 yen on Itsuka winning the fight.”

“500 on Camie,” Mina countered, her grin wide as she elbowed Kirishima. “Come on, bet something!”

“Uh… I don’t think I’m comfortable betting on people’s love lives,” Kirishima said, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

Todoroki put a stack of 100,000 yen “To the losing bet, don’t care which”

“Todoroki it is unwise to bet, especially on our classmate's love life” Momo stated until she turned and got her own bills “All three”

Tsuyu glanced at the chaos before returning to her food. “Mineta’s not here,” she said simply, a satisfied tone in her voice.

Shoji nodded. “And we’re not asking why, are we?”

“Nope,” Tsuyu said, taking another bite of her rice.

On the other side, Iida was furiously trying to intervene, but his attempts had been preemptively thwarted. He was tied up and restrained, his muffled shouts falling on deaf ears. His friends stood guard, keeping him from ruining the entertainment.

At the entrance, Aizawa stood with his hands stuffed into his pockets, observing the spectacle with a blank expression. He turned on his heel, muttering, “Not paid enough for this. Midnight can handle it.”

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Izuku’s mind raced as he tried to make sense of everything. Three girls… three girls just said they like me… romantically?!

The sheer absurdity of the situation overwhelmed him. He had spent years thinking no one would ever see him that way. Now, not one, but three girls had confessed to him all at once?

His brain overloaded.

“Uh… um…” he mumbled, his words incoherent as his body swayed.

Finally, his system decided for him.

“Izuku?” Itsuka called, noticing his glassy eyes.

“Izu?” Camie asked, tilting her head.

Izuku fainted.

He crumpled to the floor, leaving behind three very concerned (and still somewhat bickering) girls and an audience that couldn’t stop laughing.

Izuku would later wake up thinking it was all a dream only for Mineta to claw to him screaming the events back at him again.

He blushed still thinking it was not real and as he went home, he saw his childhood friends waiting for him at the gate still bickering.

He gulped and stilled himself. He fought Muscular, fought Overhaul, and flipped off All for One in the face. Surely he can handle three of his childhood friends’ confessions right?

Oh, what he was talking about he was doomed.

Chapter 33: Satisfaction

Summary:

Izuku catches up with Miruko and Burnin, they share stories and ends up getting spicy.

Notes:

Here with a new chapter, I got this idea as I was re-reading Everyone wants to hook Deku up series, this and much more but I was in the writing mood to do this one. The next part of Everyone wants to hook Deku up will be next week...I think...depends. But I'm writing it now.

Also there's smut here...kinda, there's a warning at the beginning of it so you can just skip it to the part where the smut ends.

In any case Enjoy.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

It was a quiet afternoon for the people, no major villain threats, no sudden catastrophe looming in their heads, and no potato-looking man giving danger left and right. It was peaceful.

Izuku Midoriya now 28 years old just finished putting down his groceries after a long week. He just got back from America last week and he was happy to be back at his country. He talked to a few friends on the phone and even visited his mother and All Might when he got here. For now, he was taking it easy, reluctantly as he was ordered by the head of the HPSC to take a damn break even if it's just for a month.

He sighed thinking about what there was to do, he could train or hit the gym, no hero conventions were happening right now either and his friends were busy with work or with their personal lives.

Just then his phone buzzed, opening it he raised an eyebrow at the message

Yo, wanna hit a bar? Catch up and hopelessly not get drunk

…Huh, well there was nothing to do so might as well.

Not everyday you get invited to drink with Endevour’s second-in-command

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Moe and Rumi sat at a high-top table in a lively bar. The place buzzed with music and laughter, and Moe was already two drinks in, teasing Rumi mercilessly.

“Ok he said yes he’s on his way” Moe said, swirling her cocktail. Her mischievous grin was infectious. “Wonder how much he’s grown, last I saw him was his graduation” She grinned at Rumi “Wanna bet he’s turned into a hunk?”

Rumi leaned back, sipping her beer with a confident smirk. “I respect the kid; don’t get me wrong. He’s got guts. But c’mon, Moe. Nerds aren’t my type. You know that.”

Moe laughed, flicking her fiery green hair. “Sure, but if he does turn into a hunk. I call dibs”

Rumi snorted, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, sure. I’ll give him a pat on the back and send him on his way.”

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“Sorry I’m late” a voice said behind them both women turned to see a man. They blinked trying to process who this was but as soon as it clicked the reaction was instantaneous.

Moe sputtered, choking on her drink as she processed the sheer hotness standing beside her. Rumi, mid-sip, performed an impressive spit take, her beer spraying across the table.

Standing there was Izuku Midoriya—but not the dorky, baby-faced nerd they remembered. This was a man who had undergone a glow-up so profound that it felt like a quirk in and of itself.

Izuku was tall, easily towering over most of the other patrons, his lean, muscular frame filling out his fitted shirt in all the right ways. His slim build radiated strength, and the jacket tied casually around his waist added to his effortless, rugged charm. His longer hair was tied neatly at the back with a band, the clean fade on the sides framing his sharp jawline and striking green eyes that seemed to glow in the dim bar light.

“Hey, Moe! Rumi!” Izuku’s voice was deeper, smooth, and confident, yet still carrying that friendly warmth they knew.

“Y-You’re kidding,” Moe stammered, her voice cracking as she tried to regain her composure.

Rumi, meanwhile, was glued to her seat, her casual demeanor obliterated. Outwardly, she raised an eyebrow and leaned back, feigning indifference. But inwardly, her brain was going into overdrive.

That’s Midoriya? she screamed internally. This tall, ripped, sexy beast of a man? Her hormones screamed Plus Ultra!

“Sorry I’m late,” he repeated unbothered by their reactions, scratching the back of his head. “I got caught up in traffic.”

Moe was the first to recover, though her face was still flushed. “Deku, what the hell?! You’ve been holding out on us! Since when did you turn into that?” She gestured to him from head to toe.

Izuku laughed, his hand resting on the back of his chair. “It’s been a while. I guess the training in America paid off.”

Moe, always the flirt, leaned forward with a teasing grin. “Well, aren’t you the total package now? What’s next? Modeling on the side?”

Izuku chuckled, shaking his head. “No, just hero work. Same as always.”

Rumi, still pretending to be unaffected, scoffed. “You’re still a dork, aren’t you?”

Izuku turned his gaze to her, and for a moment, Rumi felt pinned under his emerald-green eyes. He smirked, and the subtle shift in his expression sent a shiver down her spine.

“Maybe,” he said. “But I’ve grown out of the ‘crybaby’ phase, at least.”

Rumi crossed her arms, forcing her face into a neutral expression even as her heart pounded. “We’ll see about that.”

Moe, sensing the tension, leaned toward Rumi with a sly grin. “So, Rumi. Still think nerds aren’t your type?”

Rumi shot her a sharp glare. “Shut it, Moe.”

Moe snickered, her grin widening. “Admit it. You’re screaming on the inside.”

Rumi’s ears burned as she took another swig of her beer, avoiding Izuku’s amused gaze. Moe wasn’t wrong, but there was no way she’d let anyone know that.

Izuku, oblivious to the effect he was having, pulled out a chair and sat down. “So, what have you two been up to? It’s been forever.”

As he started chatting, Moe and Rumi exchanged glances. One thing was clear: this wasn’t the same Deku they used to know—and Rumi wasn’t ready to admit how much she liked it.

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The drinks flowed freely, though thanks to their quirks and tolerance, no one was close to being drunk. The conversation had shifted from heroics to personal lives, with Moe leading the charge as usual.

“Y’know,” Moe started, swirling her drink, “relationships are so overrated. Every guy I’ve ever dated always complains about everything.

“Yeah?” Rumi raised an eyebrow, leaning back in her seat.

Moe nodded with an exaggerated roll of her eyes. “I’m not even talking about emotions or commitment. I mean, literally—everything’s too hot! Like, duh, genius, my hair’s literally on fire. What did you expect?”

Izuku chuckled nervously, adjusting his drink in his hand. “I guess they didn’t really think it through, huh?”

“Not at all,” Moe huffed, then leaned closer to the table, her fiery grin turning mischievous. “What about you, Rumi? Got any juicy stories? Or are you still scaring off all the guys with those thighs?”

Rumi snorted, but the faintest hint of a blush crept onto her cheeks. “You’re one to talk. But yeah, relationships aren’t exactly my thing either. Every guy I’ve tried to date can’t keep up with me.”

Moe’s grin widened. “Oh? What do you mean, ‘can’t keep up’? Like stamina-wise?”

Rumi leaned forward, her tone casual but her words hitting like a sledgehammer. “Yeah. First round? Fine. Second? They’re tired. By the tenth, they’re waving the white flag. Every time.”

Izuku sputtered into his drink, caught completely off guard, as Moe burst out laughing.

“You’re joking,” Moe managed through her cackling.

“Dead serious,” Rumi said, taking a sip of her beer. “It’s exhausting—for me. I stopped bothering after the last guy passed out before we even finished.”

Izuku, trying to recover, nervously asked, “Finished… what exactly?”

Rumi gave him a sharp look, and Moe cackled even harder. “Oh, Deku, sweet summer child.”

As the laughter died down, Moe turned her attention to Izuku with a devilish grin. “Alright, your turn, Deku. Any failed romances in America? C’mon, don’t leave us hanging!”

Izuku froze, his cheeks flushing. “Uh…”

“Oh, don’t ‘uh’ me,” Moe teased, leaning closer. “Spill. What’s the problem? Too busy saving the day?”

Rumi smirked, crossing her arms. “Or is it that no one could handle you, Mr. Greatest Hero?”

Izuku laughed nervously, scratching the back of his head. “Well… I guess… it’s kinda like what you said, Rumi.”

The women blinked, leaning in unison.

“I-I mean…” Izuku stammered, feeling the weight of their attention. “It’s just… I have a lot of stamina because of my quirk, and, um… most people can’t really keep up.” His face burned as he rushed to add, “Not that it’s their fault or anything! I get it! I mean, One For All gives me a ton of energy, and it’s… hard to… y’know…”

“To what?” Moe asked, her grin bordering on predatory.

Izuku looked away, his voice barely above a whisper. “To… get satisfied.”

There was a brief silence before Moe broke it with a loud, “PFFFFT!” She doubled over, banging her fist on the table as tears streamed from her eyes.

Rumi stared at Izuku, her usually composed demeanor cracking as her ears turned red. “Wait. Are you saying…”

Izuku buried his face in his hands, groaning. “I’m saying I’ve had to… handle things myself.”

Moe was wheezing at this point. “Oh my god! Deku! You’re killing me!

“Shut up!” Izuku whined, his voice muffled by his hands. “I shouldn’t have said anything!”

Rumi coughed, trying to keep her voice steady despite the sudden, overwhelming mental image. “So… you’re telling me no one’s been able to outlast you?”

Izuku peeked through his fingers, his face still red. “...Yeah.”

Rumi leaned back, her heart racing as her mind screamed. This man. This ridiculous, ripped, sweet dork. How is he checking every box?!

Moe, meanwhile, wiped her eyes, her laughter finally subsiding. “Alright, Deku. I take it back. You’re not just the total package—you’re the entire damn shipment.”

Izuku groaned again, wishing the floor would swallow him whole.

The conversation took a deeper turn as the three heroes leaned in over their drinks, the atmosphere thick with playful curiosity. Moe, as usual, was the first to open her mouth.

“Alright, nerd boy,” she teased, swirling her glass. “We’re already this far in. Let’s talk about the closest we’ve ever come to actually getting what we wanted. The real wins.

Rumi raised an eyebrow, her competitive streak flickering to life. “Wins? You mean times someone actually kept up with us?”

Moe smirked. “Exactly. I’ll go first. There was this one guy—water quirk. Thought he’d hit the jackpot since, y’know, steam cancels fire, right?” She shrugged with a fond laugh. “It worked great… for three rounds. After that, I evaporated everything. Poor dude was a good sport about it, though.”

Rumi snorted, sipping her drink. “Well, that’s better than most of my experiences. But I’ll give it to this one guy—he had a quirk where pounding his chest gave him extra stamina. He made it to the 18th round before the poor bastard bruised himself so bad he couldn’t move anymore.”

Izuku, face already red, chuckled nervously. “That’s… uh… impressive.”

Both women turned to him expectantly, their eyes gleaming with curiosity.

“Your turn, Deku,” Moe said, leaning forward on the table. “Don’t leave us hanging. What’s your biggest success story?”

Izuku gulped, suddenly very aware of how exposed he felt. “Um… well… I don’t really talk about it, and I’d appreciate it if it stayed between us.”

Moe and Rumi nodded solemnly, though their eager expressions betrayed their seriousness.

Izuku scratched the back of his neck, taking a deep breath. “Okay, so… the last time I… y’know… was satisfied... it was… three years ago.”

“Three years ago?!” Moe blurted. “What happened, nerd?!”

Izuku looked down, fiddling with his glass. “It was… at the alumni reunion.”

That caught both women’s attention immediately. Rumi narrowed her eyes. “Go on…”

“It was a reunion between my class A and the sister class alumni,” Izuku continued, hesitating as he felt their gazes bore into him. “And… well, there were some pro heroines there too. Mandalay, Ragdoll, Pixiebob, Uwabami, Ryukyu…”

Moe raised an eyebrow. “And…?”

Izuku’s blush deepened, and he scratched his cheek nervously. “...It, uh, happened at the dorms.”

Rumi sat up straighter. “What happened at the dorms?”

Izuku hesitated, taking a long sip of his drink before muttering, “...an adventure.”

Moe blinked and snorted at the use of the word. “An adventure?

Izuku nodded.

“With… who exactly?” Rumi pressed, leaning in further.

Izuku looked away, his voice barely audible. “...All of them.”

Silence.

Absolute silence.

Moe’s drink slipped from her hand, clattering onto the table. Rumi, for the first time in her life, was completely speechless.

All of them?” Moe finally whispered, her voice a mix of awe and disbelief.

Izuku nodded meekly, still avoiding their eyes. “Yeah…”

Rumi leaned back in her chair, staring at him like she’d never seen him before. “So… you’re telling me that you had an adventure with multiple pro heroines and your former classmates? And… that was the only time you’ve ever been satisfied?”

Izuku nodded again, feeling the weight of their stares. “Yeah, it… hasn’t happened since.”

Moe burst into laughter, slamming her fist on the table. “Holy crap, Deku! You’re not a nerd—you’re a freaking legend!”

Rumi, on the other hand, was trying very hard to maintain her composure, though the mental image of Izuku in such a scenario was wreaking havoc on her hormones. “You’re… full of surprises, aren’t you?”

Izuku buried his face in his hands, groaning. “I knew I shouldn’t have said anything…”

Moe reached over, clapping him on the back. “Oh, no, no, no—you’re not getting away from this one, champ. We need details.”

Rumi smirked despite herself, crossing her arms. “Yeah. Spill, Midoriya.”

Izuku groaned again, wishing the floor would open up and swallow him whole.

Rumi stretched her arms with a smirk. "Alright, this is getting interesting, but we need to move this somewhere else. Moe, your place is cute, but it’s not exactly entertaining enough for this.”

Moe pouted, giving Rumi a light punch on the shoulder. “Oh, shut up, you rabbit. My place is perfect! You just don’t appreciate my aesthetic.”

Rumi shrugged nonchalantly. “It’s nice, but we’re not sitting on your couch drinking fancy sake while tripping over all your plants.”

Moe blew a raspberry. “Fine, what about your place?”

“If you don’t mind the mess,” Rumi shot back. “I’m not a neat freak, and I’m not about to clean for you.

Moe snorted. “Yeah, because I’m totally your maid.”

Izuku, chuckling at their banter, decided to chime in. “How about my place?”

Both women paused, turning to look at him curiously.

Rumi smirked, leaning slightly forward. “Your place, huh? Let me guess… cottage?”

Izuku chuckled, scratching the back of his head. “Actually, yeah. It was either that or a mansion with a huge lawn. I didn’t want to deal with landscaping.”

Moe leaned back with a laugh. “Oh, great, so you’re hot, and you’re loaded. What’s next, Deku? Gonna tell us you have a private jet?”

Izuku waved his hands dismissively. “No jet, just a car. Come on, let’s go. I’ll drive us.”

After settling the bill, the trio walked out of the bar, continuing their lighthearted conversation as they made their way to Izuku’s car.

The ride was filled with chatter and laughter. Moe teased Izuku about his car being too clean, and Rumi spent half the trip ranting about how she was faster than the “box on wheels” they were in.

“You know,” Rumi said, crossing her arms as they approached their destination, “I could’ve carried both of you there faster than this thing.”

Izuku just laughed. “I’ll remember that next time. But I think you’ll appreciate where we’re headed.”

When they finally arrived at the cottage, Moe and Rumi stepped out of the car and into the sleek, luxurious building.

As Izuku opened the door to his cottage, the women couldn’t help but gape in awe at the spacious, modern interior.

Moe whistled. “Damn, Deku, this place is nice.

Rumi walked further in, her eyes catching sight of the pool through the floor-to-ceiling windows. “You got a pool?” She turned to him with a raised eyebrow. “Mind if I come over for a swim sometime?”

“Of course,” Izuku said with a smile. “You’re both welcome anytime.”

The women got comfortable in the living room while Izuku headed to the kitchen.

“Anything in particular you two want? Beer, wine… or something that might actually get you drunk?” he called out.

Moe’s interest was piqued. “Wait, wait, what’s this last one?”

Rumi raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Yeah, nerd. What’s this magical drink?”

Izuku chuckled, leaning against the kitchen counter as he explained. “It’s a family recipe. My dad—he has a fire-breathing quirk, so like me, he couldn’t get drunk from regular alcohol. My family developed a special alcohol that actually has a kick and a unique flavor. It’s strong enough for people with quirks like ours.”

Moe’s eyes lit up. “A family recipe, huh? Now I have to try it.”

Rumi grinned, her competitive nature shining through. “I bet I can handle it better than you, Moe.”

Izuku shook his head with a laugh. “Alright, I’ll get it ready. But fair warning—it’s not for the faint of heart.”

As he began preparing the special drink, the women exchanged amused glances, the anticipation for the rest of the night growing with every passing moment.

Izuku poured the special Midoriya family alcohol into three glasses, setting them down on the table. He held up a finger in warning. “Okay, I really mean it—just take a few sips at first. Let your throat get used to it.”

Moe smirked, swirling the drink in her glass. “So basically… going down on a guy?”

Izuku immediately turned bright red, fumbling to explain. “N-no! I just mean it’s strong, and it might burn at first—”

His flustered explanation only made Moe and Rumi laugh harder.

“Well, thanks for the warning, kid,” Rumi said with a grin, lifting her glass. “Let’s see what this legendary drink’s all about.”

She took a small sip, instantly feeling the heat rush through her throat. Her crimson eyes widened as the sweet honey flavor hit her taste buds, only to be followed by a fiery kick that made her cough. “Damn,” she muttered, clearing her throat. “That’s strong.”

Moe followed suit, taking a tentative sip. Her reaction mirrored Rumi’s—eyes wide, a slight cough, and a grin spreading across her face. “Now this is what I’m talking about! I’m already feeling a buzz, and that’s just the first sip.”

Izuku laughed, taking his own sip without much reaction, accustomed to the drink’s intensity. “Told you. It’s not for everyone, but it gets the job done.”

The trio settled into some idle chatter, enjoying the unique drink as they lounged in the luxurious living room.

Eventually, Moe leaned forward, steering the conversation back to their earlier topic. “You know, Deku, what you did at that reunion? That’s incredible—and pretty wild. You must’ve left quite the impression on everyone.”

Izuku blushed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I… uh, well, thanks. It was a bit overwhelming, honestly. But yeah, I still keep in touch with everyone.”

Moe’s grin turned mischievous. “Still keeping in touch, huh? No hookups, though?”

He shook his head. “No, nothing like that. I was in America for a few years, so—”

“So who’s sending you NSFW pics?” Rumi interrupted with a smirk, cutting straight to the chase. “Bet it’s Midnight.”

Izuku nearly choked on his drink, sputtering as he tried to recover. Rumi burst out laughing, thoroughly enjoying his reaction.

Moe joined in the fun, deciding to share her own little confession. “Alright, while we’re on the subject, I’ve got one for you. Ms. Joke and I had some fun once—just one time, though.”

“Seriously?” Rumi raised an eyebrow. “What happened?”

Moe shrugged. “We were both bored, so we thought, ‘Why not?’ But it didn’t go anywhere after that. Just a fun night, y’know?”

Rumi chuckled, shaking her head. “Alright, my turn. I had a thing with Hawks once.”

Moe’s eyebrows shot up, her interest piqued. “Oh, really? Didn’t see that coming. How was that?”

Rumi rolled her eyes. “Crashed and burned, obviously. The guy’s a looker, sure, but what he’s packing downstairs? Let’s just say it was… underwhelming.”

Moe burst out laughing as Izuku spat out his drink, coughing in shock.

“Hey,” Rumi added with a smirk, “at least he’s got a good mouth. That’s the only reason it wasn’t a complete disaster.”

Recovering from his coughing fit, Izuku realized it was his turn to share. He hesitated, looking down at his glass. “Uh… well, like I said before, it was the reunion.”

Moe and Rumi leaned forward, their curiosity palpable.

“And not to play favorites…” Izuku began, his cheeks turning red, “but Ryukyu stood out the most.”

“Ryukyu?” Moe asked, exchanging a glance with Rumi. “What about her?”

Izuku chuckled nervously, scratching his cheek. “She was… the most aggressive. She could go for several rounds and then come back for more like nothing happened.” He gave a sheepish laugh. “Pretty sure some of the scratches on my back aren’t from villains.”

Moe whistled low, impressed. “Damn, Deku. Didn’t think you had it in you.”

Rumi leaned back with a smirk, her gaze sharp but amused. “Guess there’s more to you than just the dorky hero after all.”

Izuku groaned, covering his face with one hand, knowing he’d just given them endless ammunition to tease him for the rest of the night.

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As the night wore on, the effects of the Midoriya family brew began to take hold. Rumi was giggling uncontrollably, her usual sharp demeanor softened into something playful and unrestrained. Moe sat nearby, grinning like a fool and occasionally blinking hard as if trying to focus on the two Izukus she claimed to see.

Izuku, meanwhile, was holding steady. He felt the buzz and a comforting numbness, but his mind remained sharp. It seemed his tolerance, coupled with the fact that he paced himself, was holding strong. Still, the hilarity of the situation wasn’t lost on him, and he couldn’t help but laugh as Moe tried—and failed—to grab her glass without knocking it over.

“This… this is a good place to call it,” Izuku said, standing and stretching. “We’re all at the limit now.”

Before he could even finish the thought, Rumi lunged at him. Izuku braced instinctively, catching her mid-air, but the momentum sent both of them tumbling to the floor.

With a flushed face and fiery eyes, Rumi pinned him down, her usual confidence mingled with a drunken edge of impatience. “Nu-uh, kid. You don’t get to tell me all those stories and just walk away,” she slurred, her voice low but intense. “You got me riled up, boy. Don’t you dare expect to tease me like that and not give me a turn. I want greens tonight.”

From the side, Moe chimed in, her words slightly slurred but her grin mischievous. “Hope some of your stuff is fireproof, ‘cause I’m hot right now.”

Izuku silently thanked Mei Hatsume for her foresight in “every-proofing” his cottage. The idea of a burnt apartment—or worse, a burnt bed—was a disaster he was glad to avoid.

Rumi grabbed his face, forcing him to look directly into her crimson eyes. Her voice softened but held an edge of determination. “You said no one’s satisfied you yet. It took a whole group of women and a dragon to get you there, but you haven’t met me yet.” She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his face. “I haven’t found someone who can keep up, and you haven’t been satisfied. Tonight… we fix that.”

Izuku gulped, feeling the tension rise. The allure was undeniable, and his body was already responding to the invitation. But his conscience and upbringing wouldn’t let him take advantage of someone under the influence.

With a calm smile, he summoned Blackwhip, gently lifting both women into the air. Rumi whined in protest, and Moe let out an indignant huff, but her drunken pout was more endearing than threatening.

“Flattered, really,” Izuku said, carefully maneuvering them toward the guest rooms. “But my mom didn’t raise a man who’d take advantage of drunk women.” He looked at Rumi with a soft smile, speaking directly to her. “Tell you what—if you wake up tomorrow and still feel this way, we’ll talk. Deal?”

Rumi’s fiery defiance melted into a satisfied purr as she began to succumb to sleep. “Deal…” she murmured before her eyes fluttered shut.

Moe was already nodding off by the time Izuku set her down, muttering something incoherent about “hot guys” and “fireproof pillows.”

Thankfully, the guest room had a bed and a hidden pull-out bed. Izuku placed Rumi on the main bed and Moe on the hidden one, tucking them in and turning off the lights.

He let out a sigh of relief as he headed to his own room, pausing only to grab a quick shower. As he finally climbed into bed, he stared at the ceiling, shaking his head with a chuckle.

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Morning hit Rumi like a truck, or more accurately, like a good hangover. She groaned as she sat up in the unfamiliar bed, her head pounding but also pleasantly reminding her that last night had been… eventful. Not in the way she originally intended, but still memorable. She made a mental note to ask Izuku about that family recipe later. A bottle of that brew at home could spice up her weekends.

Beside her, Moe groaned, her face half-buried in a pillow.

“You alive?” Rumi asked, her voice raspy but teasing.

Moe grunted in response, which earned a chuckle from Rumi.

A light knock on the door interrupted their groaning. Rumi called out, “Come in!” while Moe grumbled about her loud voice.

Izuku entered, carrying a tray with water bottles and medicine. “Morning, you two,” he said with a chuckle. “I figured you might need some help recovering. I brought some hangover meds from America. They work pretty well.”

Both women sat up with grateful expressions, quickly downing the water and medicine. The relief was almost immediate, and the headache began to fade.

“You’re a lifesaver, kid,” Moe mumbled, her usual fire returning in small sparks.

“Yeah,” Rumi agreed. “Next time I’m taking that stuff before drinking.”

The three eventually made their way to the kitchen, where Izuku whipped up a simple breakfast. Between bites of toast and eggs, they reminisced about the previous night, laughing about the antics and lightly teasing Izuku about his stories.

“Next time,” Rumi said, smirking, “we need to test your limits, kid.”

“Next time?” Izuku asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” Moe added, smirking. “You’re fun to drink with. But no more talking about your escapades unless you want another tackle from Rumi.”

They all laughed, said their goodbyes, and parted ways. Izuku drove Moe home, while Rumi simply leapt across rooftops back to her apartment.

The day passed uneventfully for Rumi until night fell. She was out on her usual patrol, hopping from rooftop to rooftop when memories from the night before suddenly crashed into her like a freight train. The tales Izuku had shared, his calm demeanor, and—most importantly—his parting words replayed in her head:

“Tell you what—if you wake up tomorrow and still feel this way, we’ll talk.”

She stopped mid-leap, landing softly on a rooftop. Her ears twitched as she stood there, an almost unsettling calm washing over her. Then, with precision and clarity, she pulled out her phone and texted him:

Where are you?

It took a few minutes for a reply. When it came, it was short and to the point.

Hosu. Villain. 3 mins.

The moment she read it, she launched herself off the roof, leaving a dent where she’d stood.

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Meanwhile, Izuku was wrapping up with the police after a successful takedown of a villain. He was thanking an officer when something in the distance caught his eye—a dot in the sky, moving fast.

He squinted. White hair? Ears?

“Miruko?” he muttered to himself. She was supposed to be patrolling several cities away. But the figure got closer, and sure enough, her wide grin confirmed it.

His eyes widened as she barreled toward him like a missile. Reacting quickly, Izuku used Blackwhip to pull the nearby officers and civilians out of the way. Then he braced himself.

The impact was massive. Miruko collided with him, sending him skidding back several blocks. He made sure to take the brunt of the fall, holding her tightly to shield her from harm. When they finally stopped, she was straddling him, grinning and panting.

“Uh… hi?” he managed, still catching his breath.

“My room or yours?” she asked, her tone playful but laced with intent.

“Huh?” Izuku blinked, utterly confused.

She grabbed the front of his costume, forcing him to focus. “Your room or mine. Trust me, I’m tempted to just do it here, but we wouldn’t want this little escapade to ruin both our lives, right?” She smirked, rolling her hips lightly against him.

Izuku’s face turned crimson, his mind scrambling. “...Mine?”

“Great!” she said, standing up and dusting herself off. “Meet you there in five!” With that, she leaped toward the direction of his cottage.

Izuku remained on the ground, staring up at the night sky, trying to process what had just happened.

The police cautiously approached. “Deku, are you alright?”

He waved them off, quickly standing. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Sorry, I’ve got… uh… something urgent to take care of.” Activating Full Cowl, he launched himself toward his cottage.

By the time he arrived, he didn’t have to look far. Miruko was already lounging by the pool, her hair damp from a quick dip, and a predatory smile on her face as she saw him. She leaned back, beckoning him closer with a single finger.

“Took you long enough,” she teased, her tone dripping with mischief.

 

-SMUT WARNING--SMUT WARNING--SMUT WARNING--SMUT WARNING-

 

9:15 pm

It was utterly grunt-worthy for Izuku because every time he would pull the face of Miruko up and down on his cock, the gluck of his savage facefuck would seethe across the pool as he pushed his hips along with his arms.

Izuku shoved his cock as deep into her throat as he could before pulling her down after thrusting into her mouth a few more times. To his utter surprise, Miruko didn’t budge, in fact snaked her arms around him keeping her there.

10:30 pm

He either needs to have the couch deep cleaned or burn it, because the stain they were leaving on this couch was gonna be hell to clean up

"GOD, IZUKU! YOUR COCK FILLS ME UP SO MUCH! FUCK, I LOVE BEING FILLED BY YOU! HURRY UP AND CUM, BABY! FILL THIS BUNNY WITH CUM! I WANNA HAVE YOUR BABIES!" Rumi shouted while riding Izuku like a crazed woman.

12:00 am

"Fuck YES! You hung bastard!" Mirko cried out as she couldn't stop cumming, riding Izuku so hard that the every-proof bed was creaking. ‘Huh pretty sure that was supposed to tank at least 20% of One for All’. Rumi’s scream got louder as he started to match her by thrusting upwards.

3:00 am

 “So how rough were you and Ryuko?” asks Rumi laying on her side an empty bottle of water next to her.

“Pretty sure we destroyed two walls in the dorms” Izuku said setting his water bottle down “Had to explain to Nezu that things got out of hand when we were playing a game”

“So he didn’t know?”

“Oh I’m pretty sure he knew, he just nodded along”

“Fair enough”

“So wanna resume?” Rumi spread her legs to Izuku

The appearance of green lightning was her answer as Izuku dove in once more

5:15 am

Izuku had Rumi pin to the wall a destroyed bed forgotten in the background, his hips a blur as he continued thrusting. Rumi was hanging on for dear life not at all complaining based on her moans and cries getting louder and louder.

Izuku could feel himself getting closer as he let out a few grunts and his thrusting getting faster.

Rumi felt this telltale sign of him reaching his climax.

With one last grunt he buried himself in her as Rumi let out a whine as she felt him fill her once again for god knows how many times now.

7:24 am

Where the fuck was Izuku hiding in all her life?!

Was the thought of Mirko as she kissed the green stud as he held her in Full-Nelson, He fucked upwards all while dropping her up and down onto his cock. The kid was hitting every right spot she had, and she wasn’t complaining.

For the first time in her life, someone was keeping up with her. And she was getting tired.

9:00 am

With a groan of pleasure, Rumi turned her head and kissed Izuku's lips, pushing her tongue in his mouth while she continued to cum while Izuku penetrated her ass. "F-fuck!" she exclaimed. The two lay there for a full minute on the broken bed, feeling a little sore and tired from their little adventure Izuku for the first second time in his life was satisfied and tired. Rumi meanwhile was in heaven, she was tired, GOD she was tired and sore and she loved every second of it. She felt him release with a shudder and came in her ass, the woman shivered with delight as he filled her up and held her tight enough to bruise.

Eventually, he pulled out of her, as soon as he was disconnected, she managed to roll back onto her side before Izuku could ask her if she was okay. She then grabbed his face and pulled it to hers, gently kissing him.

 

-SMUT OVER--SMUT OVER--SMUT OVER--SMUT OVER--SMUT OVER-

 

 

“You’re amazing” she said pulling away from the kiss, fatigue hitting her

“So are you” he replies his eyes were heavy, and his body was covered in sweat “How about we get something to eat before we go to sleep”

“Sounds good, but you’re carrying me, can’t exactly feel my legs” she chuckles “Congrats”

“Woo” he cheers weakly reaching for his discarded phone. “I’m just gonna order as I don’t think I can cook anything”

“Sounds good to me, wanna bathe until we wait for the food?”

“Sure, aftercare is important after all”

-----

A few hours later, the quiet of the cottage was interrupted by a knock at the door. Outside stood a delivery girl, nervously adjusting her uniform as she gawked at the lavish building. The place looked like it belonged to a celebrity or someone ridiculously wealthy. She held her breath, hoping this would be her lucky day—a big tip wouldn’t hurt either.

The door opened, and her rehearsed professional smile faltered, replaced by wide-eyed shock. Standing before her was not just a man—he was a beast. Shirtless, hair messy and damp, signs of him just stepping out of the shower were evident, he looked like he’d stepped out of a fitness magazine or an action movie.

Her cheeks flushed as she tried to keep her composure, but her gaze betrayed her. She wasn’t usually into scars, but now she got it. Kami, she got it.

“Uh… F-food delivery,” she stammered, almost choking on her words.

Izuku offered a warm smile, unfazed by her flustered state. “312.34, right?” he confirmed, grabbing a few bills from his wallet.

She nodded quickly, not trusting her voice. He handed her the money and added, “Keep the change.”

She blinked, startled by his generosity, but managed to hand over the food before he closed the door. Once it was shut, she let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.

As she counted the money, her eyes widened. “Holy crap, that’s a huge tip!” she squealed, practically bouncing in excitement. Not only had she met the hottest guy in her life, but he’d also made her day with his generosity.

Her phone buzzed, signaling another order, and she hurried back to her vehicle.

Inside, Rumi was lying on the floor fiddling with her phone near the coffee table as Izuku set the food down.

She slowly sat up grabbed her portion and dug in, her gaze landed on the couch

“Huh…we did things on that couch”

“Yes”

“Hmm pretty sure that couch is never going to be cleaned”

“Yes”

“Whatcha gonna do to it?”

“Burn it probably”

“Can I keep it?”

Izuku looked at her bewildered as to why she wanted the couch “…May I ask why?”

“Something personal” she grinned “Think of it as keeping a memento of our adventure” he blushed at that

“Sure, you need help moving it?”

“Sure, pretty sore right now so probably gonna move it tomorrow”

Izuku nodded enjoying his food with gusto. Rumi just ate her meal feeling content with what happened.

She couldn’t help but feel giddy, she finally found someone that could keep up with her, the guy was loaded, he was hot and strong. He checked every box. He was only what 10 years apart in terms of age? That surely won’t be a problem, considering last night yeah that won’t be a problem.

Are they dating? She glanced up at that. Should they? Did he want to? Did she want to? Hell yeah. Wait was he single

“Yo forgot to ask, but are you single?” He nods his mouth stuffed. Ok, he’s single, should have known he wouldn’t cheat on someone if his life depended on it. “Wanna not be single?” he choked a bit but swallowed his food and stared at her “Look, I’m single you’re single. I’m hot you’re hot. And I’m pretty sure we skipped a few steps last night in the dating aspect so wanna date or something” was she nervous? Huh never felt something like this before

“Sure? Are you sure you want me to be your partner?”

“Kid I think the bite marks on your neck is good enough for an answer don’t you think?” he squeaked at that ‘Great he’s adorable too, why is this dork making me fall all over again?’

“S-sure, I’ll be honored” he smiled ‘Goddammit’

“All right I’m too sore, so come over here so I can kiss that pretty face of yours”

“Yes ma’am”

-----

Moe Kamiji aka Burnin groaned as the knocking on her door became louder. She had work in a few hours so she was hoping to get some more sleep before that. ‘I swear if it’s one of those sales people I’m gonna burn them, laws be damn’

She opened the door violently “WHA--” she started out a yell but paused and saw Rumi there grinning with a shock Izuku near her, what made her blink even more was a couch behind them, that looked similar to Izuku’s couch back at his cottage

“…I thought this was your apartment?” he whispers to Miruko.

“What are you two doing here?” she asks confused at the sight

“I brought a gift” Rumi declares gesturing at the couch.

Moe stared blankly at her then at the couch then at Izuku then at Rumi.

“Thanks?” why does she feel like the couch was not that clean?

Notes:

And that's a wrap!

Hope you guys enjoyed this, not really a smut writer but I do enjoy writing it. In any case feel free to comment below what you think. Adult life sucks. See ya

Chapter 34: Everyone wants to hook Deku up with Someone part 4

Summary:

Izuku got interviewed and wrecks the interviewer, Saiko is sad, Romero plotting, Lady Nagant is what!, Mineta shenanigans.

Notes:

So Romero is here, if you don't remember who he is, he's from the OVA Survival episode. Hope you guys enjoy this. I have a lot of story backed up as I was bored at work.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

The Interview That Went Worldwide

“All Might, what are you watching?”

“Oh just replaying a favorite interview I watched a few months ago” Toshinori aka the retired hero All Might, says playing a video on his laptop smiling. Snipe who was near leaned to see what he was watching and chuckled

“Ah, that interview. Is that why Young Midoriya is on the ground with a red face?”

“Pretty much” All Might chuckled as the boy in question was slumped on the corner as he heard the interview

“Even I’m proud. Midoriya made him shut up. Remind me to ease up on his training later,” Eraserhead says on the ground, contently listening to the interview as well.

-VIDEO PLAYS: Rising Big Three Interview-

The studio buzzed with activity as Todoroki, Bakugo, and Izuku sat under the hot studio lights. Each of them wore their school uniforms, badges gleaming in the spotlight. The three most popular second-year students of U.A. had been invited for a televised interview, their heroic deeds and growing fame making waves across the country.

The interview began smoothly, with light-hearted questions about their experiences, favorite heroes, and how they balanced their studies and training. Todoroki’s calm demeanor provided balance and thoughtful answers, Bakugo’s sharp wit sparked laughter, and Izuku’s earnestness resonated with the audience.

The tone shifted when one of the interviewers, a man with sharp glasses and a knack for provocation, leaned forward with a loaded question.

The studio’s atmosphere shifted as the interviewer leaned forward, adjusting his glasses. His smirk was subtle, but it hinted at the sharpness of the question he was about to lob at the three rising stars of U.A.’s second-year class.

“I think we can all agree,” he began, looking between Todoroki, Bakugo, and Izuku, “that U.A. has done a remarkable job producing top-tier heroes. But let’s address something many people are wondering about. All Might, the Symbol of Peace, is now quirkless. Isn’t it irresponsible for someone in his condition to continue teaching at a school that has faced so many dangers?”

Bakugo tensed, his expression darkening immediately. “What the hell did you just say?”

Todoroki’s brow furrowed, irritation flashing in his usually calm demeanor. “That’s a ridiculous question.”

Before anyone could act, Izuku raised his hand, halting his friends’ brewing reactions. His voice cut through the tension like a blade.

“And?” Izuku said simply, leaning forward in his chair.

The interviewer blinked, visibly thrown off. “Excuse me?”

“And?” Izuku repeated, his tone calm but firm. “You’re saying All Might is quirkless now, and that’s a reason to question his worth as a teacher. So, what’s your point?”

The man adjusted his glasses, regaining his composure. “Well, isn’t it obvious? If he’s powerless, how can he effectively teach future heroes? Shouldn’t U.A. prioritize instructors who are still actively contributing in the field?”

Izuku tilted his head slightly. “So, you’re suggesting that only people with quirks, or those still actively heroing, have the right to teach?”

“I’m saying that practical ability matters,” the interviewer countered. “If All Might can’t defend himself, how can he defend his students or prepare them for real-world situations?”

Izuku smiled faintly, his eyes gleaming. “Interesting. By that logic, would you also argue that civilians—those without quirks—don’t have the right to offer guidance or wisdom to others? That they can’t contribute meaningfully to society?”

The interviewer’s mouth opened, but no immediate rebuttal came.

Izuku pressed on, his voice steady and clear. “All Might’s contributions to hero society didn’t end the moment he lost his quirk. His actions as the Number One Hero shaped the very foundation of what it means to protect others. Experience, knowledge, and heart don’t disappear just because someone can’t punch as hard anymore.”

“But surely—” the interviewer began, only for Izuku to cut him off with a sharp yet polite tone.

“You said earlier that U.A. should prioritize safety,” Izuku continued. “Do you know why U.A. is safer now? Because of the systems All Might inspired. The Symbol of Peace may no longer be on the front lines, but his influence has created a generation of heroes who understand the true meaning of heroism.”

The interviewer frowned. “But—”

“Let me ask you something,” Izuku said, leaning in slightly. “If All Might’s quirklessness makes him unfit to teach, does that mean a quirkless person is inherently unfit to be a hero?”

The interviewer hesitated, realizing the trap. “Well, that’s not exactly what I—”

“You’re implying it,” Izuku said firmly. “You’re saying power defines worth. But heroism isn’t about power—it’s about responsibility. It’s about saving people no matter the cost, whether or not you’re the strongest person in the room.”

The interviewer’s composure began to crack. “Even so, doesn’t his lack of power now mean he can’t protect anyone?”

Izuku shook his head. “Do you really think teaching is about physical strength? All Might spent decades saving lives, facing impossible odds, and inspiring people worldwide. Those lessons are just as critical to training heroes as combat techniques. And frankly, if you don’t understand that, then you’re missing the point of what it means to be a hero.”

The studio was silent. Even Bakugo, who had been practically vibrating with anger moments earlier, let out a quiet, impressed snort. Todoroki crossed his arms, nodding slightly.

The interviewer, flustered but unwilling to admit defeat, attempted a final jab. “But doesn’t U.A.’s history of danger prove my point? What happens if All Might can’t act in an emergency?”

Izuku’s response was immediate. “Then the heroes he’s trained will. That’s what a good teacher does—they prepare their students to handle what they can’t. All Might’s legacy isn’t in his punches; it’s in the people he’s inspired to stand up and fight, even when the odds are against them.”

The interviewer opened his mouth, then closed it, realizing there was nothing more to say.

The segment wrapped up shortly after, with the staff visibly relieved and the audience clearly moved. As the trio exited the studio, the video ends as Bakugo slapped Izuku on the back hard enough to make him stumble.

-VIDEO STOPS: Risng Big Three Interview-

“Still brings tears to my eye” All Might wiped an imaginary tear, he then looked at his successor “Still, thank you young man for defending me like that”

“…Anytime All Might” the boy muttered

Unbeknownst to the pair someone was replaying the same video over and over again. A private jet was in the sky and was approaching Japan. Two individuals were chatting as they watched the video. Both individuals talking in English.

That boy is something else.

I know, can’t wait to see him in person

And also your mentor?

The other person chuckled

Of course! But still, it would be nice to meet the boy who defended All Might

Whatever you say Ms. Bate, just make sure you don’t go kidnapping the kid

No Promises!” Cathleen Bate aka Star and Stripes laughed loudly as she replayed the video again. Eyeing Izuku Midoriya up and down and seeing him completely destroy the interviewer. ‘Wonder if he’s into Muscular women’

 

Saiko Gets Stood Up

It was supposed to be a great day. Her plan was planned out, she thought of everything. Lunch, movie, then maybe some last-minute cuddle time before she gets back to the dorms.

She and the rest of her classmates were staying at UA for a week of joint training with their school. Everyone was joyous to go to UA and meet some of the pros there even the retired hero. But Saiko was excited even more. UA was close to her partner. They were dating for a bit now though it was long distance so they merely were chatting. And now the opportunity presents itself.

She planned it all and he agreed. She dressed up, got permission, and now here she was. Sat stiffly in her chair at the upscale restaurant, her carefully crafted expression of calm composure threatening to crack. Two hours. Two hours she had waited, and it was clear—her date had stood her up. Her partner ignored her messages, and when he finally saw her messages, he blocked her. Still, she held hope, guess where that got her.

The pitying stares from the surrounding diners and the occasional sympathetic glances from the waitstaff were unbearable. She could almost hear their thoughts: Poor girl left all alone.

She hated this.

Taking a deep breath, she raised her hand to signal for the bill. But before the waiter could approach, a voice broke through her storm of thoughts.

“Sorry I’m late,” someone said as they slid into the chair across from her.

Saiko blinked, her sharp mind scrambling to process the sudden change in events. Sitting across from her was none other than Izuku Midoriya, a second-year UA university student, rising hero of UA, and All Might’s protégé.

“What—” she started, but he cut her off.

“Sorry for keeping you waiting,” he said with a sheepish grin that seemed natural yet held an odd intensity. His hand tapped the table's edge in a rhythmic pattern: three short taps, two long ones. A code.

Play along.

Saiko’s analytical brain caught on immediately. She glanced around the room and noticed something she hadn’t before: the pitying stares were gone, replaced by curious or even approving looks. Midoriya had effectively redirected the narrative from “poor girl stood up” to “her date finally arrived.”

She narrowed her eyes slightly at him, but she nodded. “You’re lucky I didn’t leave,” she said, her voice measured but carrying just the right amount of warmth.

Midoriya smiled apologetically. “I know, I’m really sorry. The meeting ran longer than I expected. You know how hero work can be.”

Saiko blinked again, stunned by how smoothly he was pulling this off. She tilted her head, studying him as if trying to solve a puzzle. “Yes, I suppose it must be difficult to balance everything.”

“It is,” he replied with a chuckle, leaning back in his chair. “But I couldn’t miss this. Spending time with you is worth any trouble.”

She nearly choked on her own breath at the casual delivery of that line but managed to keep her composure. She adjusted herself and decided to roll with it. “Well, you’ve certainly made an impression,” she said, her tone wry.

As the conversation continued, Saiko found herself relaxing. Midoriya deftly steered the discussion, keeping the mood light and engaging. The judgmental atmosphere she had felt earlier had completely dissipated, replaced with something almost... pleasant.

When the waiter returned to check on them, Midoriya casually ordered for himself, solidifying the illusion that they’d been planning this dinner all along.

As the waiter left, Saiko leaned forward slightly. “Why are you doing this?” she asked, her voice low enough that only he could hear.

Midoriya’s expression softened. “You looked like you needed a way out,” he said simply. “No one deserves to feel like that, especially someone as sharp as you.”

She blinked, taken aback by his sincerity. For a moment, she didn’t know how to respond.

“Ok, how did you know I was here? Pretty sure only my teacher and your teachers know”

“I saw you leave earlier at the gate when I just got back training in the woods. Then a few minutes after that Aizawa ordered me to fetch something at the corner here” he points in a direction, probably the store he mentioned “After I got it I was about to return then I saw you and…” he scratched the back of his head “I kinda connected the dots and made a guess.” He smiled at her, a genuine one that made her face somewhat warm “Couldn’t leave a girl in waiting”

“…You’re an enigma” she says as the waiter comes back with their food.

“Yeah well, I’m your date for now” he casually says smiling

After they ate Saiko asked for the bill, and glared at Midoriya when he reached out for his wallet. The boy backed down and Saiko paid for the whole bill.

They left the restaurant and walked in a direction

“So you going back yet?”

“What are you talking about? The day isn’t over yet.” Saiko says checking the time smiling the movie was about to start in an hour.

“Huh?” Izuku wondered his body fully turned to her and gulped seeing her somewhat predatory smile

“You said you’re my date today.” He nods “Well the day isn’t over there are still a few things I planned for today” she says then grabs his hand and pulls him making him yelp

Suffice it to say, her day went great.

 

Endeavour Wants To Extend The Bloodline….No Not Like That! Midoriya Stop!

Izuku Midoriya couldn’t believe he was here again. Endeavor invited him to have dinner with his family and to talk about an update about Fuyumi if there was a wedding soon. He didn’t have an update, because there was nothing going on like that with the two of them! He still agrees and so here he was.

He sat nervously at the Todoroki family dinner table, but Izuku hadn’t expected the whole family to be present. Fuyumi was kind and welcoming as usual though there was a blush on her face when she was talking to him, Natsuo seemed relaxed, and Shoto, as always, was calm and collected. Even Endeavor, sitting at the head of the table, seemed to be making an effort to appear... approachable.

But the moment of peace shattered when a regal-looking woman entered the room.

Her fiery red hair cascaded down her back, her posture was poised, and her sharp eyes burned with an intensity that rivaled Endeavor’s own. She carried herself with an air of confidence that left Izuku a little awestruck.

“Oh, you must be Midoriya,” she said warmly, setting a tray of tea down on the table.

“Yes, thank you for having me!” Izuku replied with a nervous bow, his voice a bit too loud.

Before anyone could introduce her, Izuku turned to Endeavor, his eyes wide in amazement. “Wow, Endeavor! I didn’t know you had a sister!”

The room went completely silent.

Fuyumi froze her chopsticks mid-air. Natsuo nearly choked on his drink. Shoto blinked, his expression as blank as ever, but the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth betrayed his amusement.

Endeavor’s eye twitched, and flames started flickering off his shoulders.

The woman blinked in surprise before bursting into laughter. “Oh my, how flattering. But I’m not his sister, dear. I’m his mother, Akari Todoroki.”

Izuku’s face turned bright red. “Y-Y-Your mother?! No way! You look so young!”

The flames on Endeavor’s shoulders flared higher. “Midoriya. Stop.”

Izuku, oblivious to the growing tension, frantically tried to backpedal. “I-I’m sorry! I just—you look so youthful and elegant! I couldn’t imagine—”

“Midoriya!” Endeavor barked, standing abruptly. “Stop flirting with my mother!”

“I-I wasn’t flirting!” Izuku yelped, flailing his arms. “I was just being polite!”

“Oh, let the boy speak, Enji,” Akari said with a sly smile, clearly enjoying herself. “It’s not often I get such charming compliments. You’re quite the gentleman, aren’t you?”

“Uh—I-I mean—” Izuku stammered, completely panicked.

Fuyumi hid her face in her hands, trying not to burst out laughing. Natsuo, on the other hand, didn’t even try to hold back, his laughter echoing through the room.

Endeavor’s flames burned brighter. “If you’re going to flirt with anyone in this family, flirt with Fuyumi! At least that way, it’s productive!”

“Dad!” Fuyumi shouted, her face burning red.

Akari smirked, leaning closer to Izuku. “You know if I were a few decades younger...”

“Mother!” Endeavor bellowed, his voice shaking the walls. “What are you saying?!”

“Just the truth, dear,” Akari said, sipping her tea with a mischievous glint in her eye.

Izuku, meanwhile, looked like he wanted to crawl under the table and disappear. “I-I didn’t mean to—! I just thought—!”

Endeavor slammed his hands on the table. “Midoriya, stop talking before you make this worse!”

Shoto, still calmly eating his soba, finally spoke up. “I think Midoriya has a point. Grandmother does look youthful.”

“Shoto!” Endeavor roared, his flames now a blazing inferno.

Fuyumi slammed her hands on the table. “Can we please eat in peace?!”

As the chaos unfolded, Akari chuckled to herself, clearly enjoying the spectacle. “This has been the most fun I’ve had in years.”

Izuku, meanwhile, silently vowed never to attend another family dinner at the Todoroki household.

“Now then” Endeavour started “Midoriya. Fuyumi. Is there a wedding soon?”

“DAD!”

“I could volunteer~”

“MOTHER NO!”

Yep he was no longer returning

 

Inasa’s Tries to be a good friend to Camie

The sun hung high over the city as Inasa Yoarashi, ever the enthusiastic hero-in-training, strolled through the streets alongside his patrol partner, Camie Utsushimi. Their task was simple: patrol, maintain peace, and report any incidents. But Inasa, being the ever-diligent team player, was determined to go above and beyond for his fellow students.

As they rounded a corner, Inasa’s ears perked up when he overheard Camie casually chatting with a group of civilians.

“Yeah, ya know, it’d be kinda fun to have a boyfriend,” Camie said with a wistful smile. “But like, who’s got time to find one when you’re out here being all hero and stuff?”

Inasa’s eyes widened. Aha! A problem that I, Inasa Yoarashi, can solve!

He didn’t waste a second, whipping out his phone and shooting a message to none other than Shoto Todoroki.

INASA -> TODOROKI S. (PRIVATE CHAT)

Inasa

Todoroki! Do you know anyone who’s single and would make a great boyfriend?

Todoroki

 …Why?

Inasa

It’s for Camie! She wants a boyfriend!

Todoroki

I see. Iida is single.

Inasa

Hmm, too much rule-abiding. I believe Camie would refer to him as someone who has a stick up their behind. Anyone else?

Todoroki:

Izuku Midoriya.

-----

Inasa’s eyes sparkled with excitement. Midoriya! Of course! A strong, kind, and reliable person—he’s perfect!

He typed furiously.

-----

Inasa

Where’s Midoriya now?

Todoroki

He’s patrolling with me and some Seiaii Academy students. We’re in XXX street of XXX City.

-----

Inasa beamed, his plan falling perfectly into place. He turned to Camie, who was casually leaning against a lamppost, scrolling through her phone.

"Camie!" Inasa said, his voice full of determination. "I know exactly who you should meet!"

"Huh?" Camie blinked, raising an eyebrow.

Before she could react, Inasa scooped her up in one swift motion and shot into the air, his Quirk propelling them toward their destination with remarkable speed.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Camie yelped, her arms flailing. "Where are we goin’, fam?!"

"To meet your future boyfriend!" Inasa declared proudly, his booming voice echoing over the rooftops.

Camie’s face turned a deep shade of pink. "Excuse me?"

Within moments, they landed gracefully a few blocks away, right in front of Todoroki and Izuku, who were just finishing their patrol. The two Seiai students with them looked equally confused and amused.

"Inasa?" Todoroki said flatly. "What are you—"

"I have arrived!" Inasa interrupted, setting Camie down gently but with a flourish. He gestured toward Izuku, whose eyes widened in confusion.

"Midoriya!" Inasa announced with pride. "This is Camie Utsushimi. She’s single and ready to mingle!"

Izuku’s face immediately flushed bright red. "W-Wait, what?"

Camie’s face matched Izuku’s, her eyes darting between Inasa and the bewildered green-haired hero. For a moment, there was only silence, the air thick with awkwardness.

Then, without hesitation, Camie raised her hand and gave Inasa a firm slap on the back of his head.

"Yo, what the heck, fam?!" Camie said, her voice a mix of embarrassment and exasperation. "You don’t just introduce someone like that!"

Inasa rubbed the back of his head, confused. "But… you said you wanted a boyfriend, and Midoriya is a great candidate!"

Izuku, still blushing, waved his hands frantically. "I-I think there’s been a misunderstanding! I—uh—" He glanced at Camie, trying to be polite despite the awkwardness. "It’s really nice to meet you again, Utsushimi-san…"

Camie, still pink-faced, gave a small smile despite herself. "Yeah, same, Midoriya-kun." She shot a glare back at Inasa. "But next time, like, maybe don’t air my personal life out loud, yeah?"

Inasa blinked, then gave a sheepish grin. "Ah… my bad! I was just trying to help!"

Todoroki, ever calm, looked between the two and gave a rare, small smirk. "Well, Inasa, your enthusiasm is commendable. Though maybe next time… ask first."

Izuku, still visibly flustered, rubbed the back of his neck. "Y-Yeah… asking is good."

Camie sighed but couldn’t help but laugh softly. "Yeah, well… thanks for the effort, I guess."

As they all stood there, the tension eased, and Inasa, ever the optimist, took it as a partial victory.

"Well, at least you’ve met now!" Inasa declared, giving them both a thumbs-up. "The rest is up to fate!"

Camie rolled her eyes, but a small smile tugged at her lips. "Sure… fate."

Izuku glanced at Camie, offering a shy but genuine smile. "Um… well, if you ever need help or want to talk, I’m around."

Camie raised an eyebrow, her usual playful grin returning. "I’ll hold ya to that, Midoriya."

Inasa pumped his fist in triumph. "See? Progress!"

Todoroki sighed, shaking his head. "Let’s just finish the patrol…"

The Seiai Academy students looked between the four students ‘Huh, looks like Saiko-san has some competition’

 

Romero Tries To Get On Bakugos Nerves By Setting Sekigai With Izuku

The dim light of a computer screen illuminated Bakugo’s face as he lounged in bed, staring at the video call. On the other side of the screen was Romero Fujimi, the ever-competitive and overly dramatic zombie quirk user of Isamu Academy.

“Face it, Bakugo!” Romero taunted, his sharp grin in full display. “Isamu Academy is leagues ahead of U.A. in every way—strategy, intelligence, and charisma! You U.A. brats wouldn’t last a day against our best!”

Bakugo, resting his cheek on his fist, smirked. “Is that why you keep losing? ‘Cause you’re so superior, huh?” His tone was laced with sarcasm, eyes narrowing with an edge of amusement. “Must be real tough bein’ the king of losers.”

Romero bristled. “Tch, only because you have that damn Midoriya on your side! Otherwise, we’d crush you!”

Bakugo raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “Yeah? Well, Deku doesn’t even try and you still eat dirt.”

The jab landed perfectly, Romero’s jaw tightening. He leaned forward, as if the sheer force of his ego could come through the screen. “You think you’re so clever, don’t you? Well, let me tell you something, Bakugo. I can make your little golden boy Izuku Midoriya fall head over heels for Sekigai in no time.”

Bakugo blinked, caught off guard for a split second, before his lips curled into a devilish smirk. Oh, this is gonna be good.

“Oh yeah?” Bakugo said smoothly, playing along with a lazy confidence. “If you can actually pull that off, maybe Isamu really is better. Maybe U.A. should just pack it up and hand you the title of ‘Best School Ever.’”

Romero’s eyes gleamed with the spark of a challenge, his pride swelling at Bakugo’s seemingly genuine acknowledgment. “Exactly!” he declared, standing abruptly from his chair. “Watch me, Bakugo. By the end of this week, your precious best friend will be singing Sekigai’s praises!”

“Yeah, yeah…” Bakugo waved him off dismissively, though his smirk never faltered. “Good luck with that.”

Romero didn’t hear him. He had already marched out of view, calling out in the background, “Sekigai! Where are you? We’ve got work to do!

The video feed disconnected, leaving Bakugo alone in his dark room.

For a moment, there was silence.

Then, Bakugo sank deeper into his bed, arms behind his head, staring at the ceiling.

A peaceful, satisfied smile spread across his face.

“Dumbass,” he murmured to himself, chuckling softly. And with that, Bakugo closed his eyes, the rare tranquility of peace already washing over him.

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Romero stormed into the common area of Isamu Academy’s dorms with all the subtlety of an incoming typhoon. His mission was clear, his confidence unshakable.

Sekigai!” he called out, his booming voice echoing across the room.

Sekigai Kashiko, Seiaii’s top strategist and one of its most composed students, was seated at a nearby table. Her usual calm demeanor was slightly offset by the nervous energy in her hands as she folded a small piece of paper—carefully, meticulously.

At the sound of her name, Sekigai jumped slightly, startled. Her eyes widened as she saw Romero barreling toward her like a freight train. In a panic, she quickly crumpled the paper and tore it in half, the pieces slipping from her fingers to the table.

“P-Perfect timing, Sekigai!” Romero panted, planting his hands on the table with a grin. “I have a mission for you.”

Sekigai blinked, her face flushing slightly. “A m-mission?” she stammered, trying to sound calm but failing as her fingers fidgeted with the torn paper.

“Yes! We’re going to make Izuku Midoriya fall head over heels for you!” Romero declared with pride, as if announcing the grandest plan ever devised.

Sekigai froze. Her already rosy cheeks turned a deeper shade of red. “W-What?!” she squeaked, her usual poise completely gone.

Her classmates perked up immediately, whispering and giggling among themselves.

“Finally! She’s going to do it!”

“She’d look so cute with Midoriya!”

“This is going to be amazing!”

Sekigai’s heart raced. She could barely focus on what Romero was saying. Izuku Midoriya? The boy she admired from afar? The one who inspired her to be better, to push beyond her limits?

Romero leaned in closer. “Think about it! Midoriya’s the biggest name at U.A.—the Golden Boy! If you win him over, Isamu will dominate the social scene, and you’ll have the best boyfriend in the entire Hero Course.”

Sekigai opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out. Her mind raced through a whirlwind of thoughts.

Her classmates, sensing her hesitation, began encouraging her.

“Come on, Sekigai! You’ve been single forever!”

“It’s about time you got a boyfriend, and what a boyfriend he’d be!”

“Imagine being the girlfriend of U.A.’s top hero student!”

Sekigai’s hands trembled slightly. She glanced down at the torn pieces of paper—the love letter she had painstakingly written to Izuku just moments ago, now ruined in her panic.

Romero grinned. “So, what do you say?”

Sekigai took a shaky breath. “I… I’ll do it,” she whispered. Then, with a bit more confidence, “But… only if I approach him my way. No interference.”

Romero shrugged, still grinning. “Deal. Just make it happen.”

As Romero and the others walked away, Sekigai remained seated, staring at the torn paper. Her heart pounded in her chest, a mix of excitement and sheer terror filling her.

She reached for the pieces, her fingers lingering over the words she had written:

"Dear Izuku Midoriya,

I’ve admired you from afar…"

Her heart skipped a beat.

This is really happening.

 

Hawks informs of Lady Nagant’s new punishment.

The room was filled with an odd tension. Hawks stood casually with his hands in his pockets, his signature grin missing, replaced by a rare look of seriousness. Across from him, Lady Nagant leaned back in her chair, her violet eyes locked onto him as she waited for him to speak.

“So,” Hawks began, “after everything you did during the war, the Hero Commission has come to a decision about your… punishment.”

Nagant raised an eyebrow, the corner of her mouth twitching into a smirk. “Punishment, huh? Guess saving the world doesn’t come with a clean slate.”

Hawks shrugged. “You know how it is. Bureaucracy and all that. But hey, you made a choice, and it wasn’t just any choice—you fought alongside Midoriya. That’s earned you a lot of goodwill.”

Nagant tilted her head, watching him carefully. “So… how bad is it?”

Hawks gave her a small, reassuring smile. “It’s not bad at all. In fact, it’s pretty light. You won’t be going back to prison.”

Her smirk widened. “Go on.”

“You’ll be under house arrest.”

Nagant chuckled. “House arrest? That’s practically a vacation compared to Tartarus.”

Hawks nodded. “And your ‘house’ will be U.A.”

There was a pause.

Nagant blinked. “…Excuse me?”

Hawks gestured broadly. “U.A. is now a university with dorms. The perfect place for you to stay while fulfilling your punishment.”

Nagant’s expression shifted, and she leaned forward slightly, resting her chin on her hand. “You expect me to live in a dorm… with a bunch of young adults?” she asked, voice laced with disbelief and amusement.

Before Hawks could respond, a voice echoed from nowhere. “Oh, you won’t need to worry about that.”

Nagant jumped, her instincts kicking in as she looked around for the source of the voice. Suddenly, Principal Nezu emerged from a vent near her chair, his small frame popping out as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“What the—?!” Nagant leapt up, one hand instinctively reaching for her now-restricted weapon arm. “How the heck did you—?!”

Hawks sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah… Nezu does that.”

Nezu, ever cheerful, ignored her outburst and smiled warmly. “I assure you, Lady Nagant, we’ve made some recent developments to accommodate your unique situation. There will be no issue with your stay at U.A.”

Nagant narrowed her eyes, still trying to process the sudden appearance of the eccentric principal. “Developments? What kind of developments?”

Nezu’s smile widened, a glint of something mischievous in his eyes. “Oh, you’ll see.”

Nagant crossed her arms, skepticism written all over her face. “Right. And what exactly are these developments?”

Nezu’s eyes gleamed as he leaned closer. “Well…”

 

Mineta’s Brilliant Plan to get a harem…It doesn’t work

The Seiai Academy and U.A. joint training week was nearing its end, and the atmosphere in the U.A. dorms was surprisingly lively. After several grueling training sessions, both classes finally had some downtime to relax and unwind.

In the common room, Saiko Intelli sat comfortably on a couch, carefully braiding Eri’s silver hair. The young girl giggled softly as Saiko hummed a cheerful tune. Around them, the other girls from both Seiai and U.A. were chatting and laughing, the tension from the week melting away.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Izuku Midoriya was busy preparing a massive dinner feast with Sato and Tsuyu. The aroma of freshly baked bread and sizzling vegetables filled the air.

“Hey, Izuku,” Tsuyu asked, stirring a pot of soup, “are we going to have enough food for everyone?”

“I think so,” Izuku replied with a smile. “But we should invite the rest of the Seiai students just to be sure. We’re making more than enough.”

Sato chuckled as he kneaded some dough. “A big meal like this after all that training? No one’s going to turn it down.”

Izuku nodded and wiped his hands on a towel. “I’ll ask Saiko if her class wants to join us.” He glanced toward the common room where Saiko was now laughing with the other girls.

Unbeknownst to everyone, Mineta Minoru was standing at a distance, fuming silently as he observed the attention Izuku was receiving.

“Why does he get all the attention?” Mineta grumbled to himself, his eyes narrowing in jealousy. “Even the Seiai girls are fawning over him.”

But then, an idea began to form in his mind—a plan, perfect in its simplicity and brilliance. Earlier, he overheard Saiko mention that the Seiai dorms had a vacant room. If he could somehow make his room in the U.A. dorms uninhabitable, he could accidentally be forced to move into the Seiai dorms.

There, surrounded by beautiful girls, he would finally have his harem.

Grinning mischievously, Mineta snuck back to his room, carefully carrying a cartoonish bundle of TNT he’d somehow procured. He placed it in the center of his room, lit the fuse, and quickly exited, plugging his fingers into his ears as he waited for the explosion.

“Perfect! In a few seconds, my plan will—”

“Oi, what the hell is this?”

Mineta froze as he saw Bakugo casually walk into his room, glance at the ticking explosive, and then—without hesitation—grab it and walk away.

“Wait, what are you doing?!” Mineta whispered in panic, following him at a distance.

Bakugo didn’t even look back as he walked down the hall and entered Izuku’s room.

With a nonchalant expression, Bakugo tossed the TNT onto Izuku’s desk, walked out, and slammed the door behind him.

“Problem solved.”

Mineta’s eyes widened in horror. “No, no, no—”

BOOM!

The explosion rocked the dorm, shaking the walls and sending a plume of smoke into the hallway. Mineta stumbled back, coughing, and stared in shock as the door to Izuku’s room blew off its hinges, the interior now a charred, smoldering mess. Though it would seem all of Izuku’s collections were unharmed. A mystery for another day.

A beat of silence.

Then footsteps. Slow. Heavy. Doom-like.

A shadow loomed over Mineta, and he slowly looked up to see Aizawa, his hair disheveled and dark circles even more pronounced. A piece of paper fluttered through the smoke and landed on Aizawa’s face. He plucked it off and glanced at it.

His eyes narrowed. “Receipt… TNT purchase… Mineta Minoru.

Mineta turned pale. “I-I can explain—”

“You’ll have plenty of time to explain. In detention.”

Mineta opened his mouth to protest but quickly shut it as Aizawa’s glare intensified.

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Later that evening, Izuku stood numbly in Principal Nezu’s office, his face a mixture of exhaustion and confusion. Eri stood beside him, clutching his hand tightly, her wide eyes filled with worry.

Nezu, ever cheerful, offered them a warm smile. “Due to… recent circumstances, young Midoriya, you and Eri will be temporarily relocated to the Seiai dorms.”

Izuku blinked. “Temporarily?”

“Yes, yes,” Nezu said with a wave of his paw. “The Hero Public Safety Commission has issued an order. Your current room is beyond repair, and once the Seiai students leave, the U.A. dorms will undergo extensive renovations. Until then, you and Eri will stay with Seiai Academy.”

Izuku opened his mouth to protest, but Nezu continued with a gleam in his eye.

“Oh, and don’t worry! We’ve already informed Saiko Intelli. She’s quite excited to have you and Eri stay with them.”

Izuku swallowed, nodding slowly. “O-Okay…”

As he left Nezu’s office with Eri in tow, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of impending chaos.

Meawhile Mineta was tied to a chair and was watching a fan-made video of Endeavour twerking with fishnet stockings. His screams remained muffled as his classmates prayed for his sanity. Bakugo meanwhile had a calm smile on his face as he drank his coffee.

Back with Nezu, Midnight approached the principal with a paper in hand. “Sir, Star and Stripes, No. 1 Hero in America has requested a one-on-one interview and training with Izuku Midoriya”

“Ah yes, I have heard from the president himself she will be visiting.” Taking the paper and giving the stamp of approval

“…Midoriya seems to be getting some attention lately”

“Yes, and fortunately it would seem to not deter him in his studies and hero-related issues. It would seem to make him improve”

“Agreed. Though excuse my language sir, but why do I feel like you’re doing it for shit and giggles”

“Haha! Because I am!”

“Can I join?”

“Certainly! Would you like to be Izuku’s concubine, wife or maid?”

Notes:

And that's a wrap!

Yep Star and Stripes and Lady Nagant is here. Yes she is alive. Next I'm thinking of Ippan Josei but I'm drawing blanks on how she can go to this story. So in any case see you on the next chapter whatever it is. Also yes Endeavour's Mom is an OC. Kinda just had fun with it to be honest

Chapter 35: Drunken Night and the Missing Bakugo

Summary:

Izuku, Kaminari, Kirishima and Bakugo went out drinking last night. They woke up and no Bakugo in sight. The three try to find him meanwhile uncovering what happened last night. Izuku Midoriya got busy.

Notes:

This chapter was inspired by Matt Curtin from Tiktok (Three Demon Stooges vs the Hangover). He makes good content.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

It was a quiet morning in the Class 1-A dormitory common room—well, as quiet as it could be with Denki Kaminari stuffed into a cabinet, Eijiro Kirishima somehow clinging upside-down to the ceiling, and Izuku Midoriya sprawled facedown on the coffee table, occasionally grunting in pain from the hangover that threatened to split his head in two.

Kirishima, the most coherent of the trio, groaned as he shifted on the ceiling. “Ugh… what happened last night?”

Denki, blinking blearily from inside the cabinet, mumbled, “I think… I challenged Bakugou to a drinking contest? Or was it arm wrestling with a bear…?”

Izuku attempted to sit up but immediately regretted it. His eyes fluttered shut as he collapsed back onto the table with a pitiful grunt.

“Hey, you guys okay?” Ochaco’s cheerful voice broke through the silence, followed by the soft patter of footsteps. Ochaco and Tsuyu stood in the doorway, surveying the scene.

Tsuyu tilted her head. “You look like you got hit by a truck, ribbit. Need any help?”

Ochaco glanced around and frowned. “Where’s Bakugou? Wasn’t he with you last night?”

At the mention of Katsuki Bakugou, Izuku’s eyes snapped open in panic, only to immediately shut again from the pounding headache. He tried to get up, only to flop back down with a defeated groan.

“Oh no,” Kirishima muttered, finally dropping from the ceiling with surprising grace for a man who had just spent the night upside down. “We lost Bakugou.”

Denki squinted, attempting to focus on their conversation. “He’ll be fine… right? He’s Bakugou. He’s like… explosion-proof.”

“Explosion-proof isn’t drunk-proof,” Tsuyu pointed out.

Determined to find their missing friend, the trio pulled themselves together—barely—and stumbled back to the scene of the crime: the club.

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CLUB

The club was a neon-lit blur of bad decisions and vague memories. They decided to split up and search for clues.

An hour later, they regrouped. Well, two of them did.

Kirishima and Denki glanced at each other in confusion. “Where’s Midoriya?”

“Right here…” A voice mumbled. Izuku stumbled toward them, looking far worse than when he left. His face was covered in lipstick marks, and his pockets were bulging with small pieces of paper.

Kirishima raised an eyebrow. “What’s with the notes?”

Denki grinned, poking at one of the papers. “Looks like someone had a very good time. Phone numbers, huh?”

Izuku, face red as a tomato, tried to explain but was cut off by Kaminari.

“Man, I had the opposite experience. I got slapped by every woman I talked to! And one guy called me a ‘walking nuisance.’”

Kirishima laughed, clapping Denki on the back. “I dunno, bro. The bouncer and bartender were actually really nice to me. Gave me water and everything.”

Before Izuku could react, a familiar voice chimed in. “Well, well, look who’s back.”

The trio turned to see none other than Midnight, U.A.’s R-Rated Hero, standing in the doorway of the club. Kaminari nearly choked on his own breath.

“P-Professor Midnight?! W-What are you doing here?”

She gave a sly smile, waving at them. “It’s a free country, Kaminari. I needed a night out. And I must say…” She winked at Izuku, who visibly shivered. “…Midoriya, you were quite the hit last night.”

Denki and Kirishima turned to gape at Izuku. “What did you do, man?!”

Kirishima took point of the conversation “Miss Midnight did we lose Bakugo here? We don’t remember much of last night”

Midnight smiled, “Oh, and you boys didn’t lose Bakugou here. The last I saw of him, you were all heading toward the market after being kicked out of here.” She smirked. “Well, the three of you were kicked out. Midoriya was invited to stay.”

Before Denki and Kirishima could react, they noticed their green-haired friend was missing.

“Uh… where did Midoriya go?” Kirishima asked, looking around.

Muffled screams reached their ears. They turned to see Izuku being dragged away by a group of women calling him “darling,” “lover,” and complaining that their time last night had been cut short.

One woman in particular tugged on his arm. “You promised me a rematch at darts, sweetheart!”

Another pouted. “You owe me a dance!”

“I still haven’t gotten your number!”

“Guys!” Izuku yelled helplessly as he was pulled further down the dimly lit hallway. “A little help?”

Denki and Kirishima looked at each other.

“…Should we help him?” Kirishima asked.

Denki thought for a moment. “…Nah. He’s got this.”

 

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MARKETPLACE

The marketplace was bustling with morning activity, but Izuku, Kirishima, and Kaminari had only one goal: find Bakugou. They stumbled through the streets, still recovering from the remnants of their hangover, their eyes scanning for any sign of their explosive friend.

Before they could split up to cover more ground, a loud voice pierced through the crowd.

“You!”

The trio froze, turning slowly toward the source of the shout. Their eyes widened as they saw Mt. Lady and Pixie-Bob marching toward them with fire in their eyes.

Izuku instinctively took a step back as his soul screamed that they were going for him. It was correct.

“Midoriya!” Mt. Lady snapped, her eyes narrowing. Without warning, she raised her hand and slapped him across the face.

“How dare you come back here after saying all those sweet things to me!”

Pixie-Bob followed suit, delivering her own slap. “Yeah! You’ve got some nerve after making all those promises about building a future together!”

Izuku stumbled backward, his face now a bright shade of red. “W-What did I—?”

His mind raced, trying to piece together the shattered fragments of last night’s chaos. Sweet things? Promises? Future together?!

Kirishima, ever the dependable friend, stepped between Izuku and the furious pro heroes. “Uh, ladies, we’re really sorry about… whatever happened last night. But we’re looking for Bakugou. Have you seen him?”

Mt. Lady crossed her arms, still glaring at Izuku but answering Kirishima. “Yeah, I saw you guys dragging him around last night.” She pointed down the street. “You left here saying something about going to the church nearby.”

Izuku groaned. A church? This was getting worse by the second.

“Thank you!” Kirishima said quickly, pulling Izuku and Kaminari away before they could suffer any more wrath.

 

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CHURCH

The trio made their way to the church, the towering structure looming over them like a monument to their questionable life choices. They pushed open the grand doors, stepping inside.

Before they could even call out for Bakugou, a soft, melodic voice echoed through the quiet sanctuary.

“Oh my… are we to be wed so soon?”

The boys turned in unison to see Ibara Shiozaki standing near the altar, a serene yet flustered expression on her face.

Her delicate hands cupped her cheeks as she gazed at Izuku. “Izuku… I know I said yes, but… you could at least keep your promise and wait until we graduate before rushing into marriage.”

Izuku froze, his heart plummeting into his stomach. His legs felt like lead. Marriage?!

Kirishima’s jaw dropped. “Izuku… what did you do last night?

Izuku, still rooted to the spot, could only mutter, “I… I don’t know…”

Kaminari, rubbing his temples, tried to focus. “Ibara, we’re really sorry to interrupt… whatever this is, but were we here last night? And more importantly, was Bakugou with us?”

Ibara blinked, as if coming out of a daydream. “Oh, yes. After Izuku promised me a future together, you left the church and said something about finding a hotel nearby.”

Kirishima perked up. “A new lead!”

Izuku, however, was spiraling into an existential crisis. A future? Marriage? WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT?!

“Let’s go!” Kaminari grabbed Izuku by the collar, dragging him toward the exit as Ibara waved softly behind them.

“Don’t forget our promise, Izuku,” she called out sweetly. “Our future together awaits.”

Izuku whimpered. Why me?

 

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HOTEL

The moment they entered the hotel, the receptionist, an elderly woman with a warm smile, immediately greeted them.

“Oh, welcome back, young man!” she said kindly, eyes twinkling as she looked at Izuku. “Had a good rest? You were such a polite young man last night, even if you were a bit… tipsy.” She gave a knowing chuckle.

Izuku smiled nervously, playing along. “Ah, yes, um… we were a little out of it. Could you… remind me what happened last night?”

The receptionist laughed lightly. “Of course! Even drunk, you treated your elders with respect, unlike those two hooligans.” She shot a glance at Kaminari and Kirishima, who both gave sheepish grins.

“What happened?” Izuku asked again, his anxiety rising.

“Well, you booked a room for the five of you. Room 505, on the third floor.”

The trio turned toward the elevator when they all suddenly stopped, a cold realization sinking in.

“Wait,” Kirishima said, furrowing his brows. “Five of us?”

The receptionist nodded. “Yes, dear. You, the electric one, the red-haired one, the angry blond boy… and your lovely girlfriend, of course.”

Izuku froze. “G-Girlfriend?”

The receptionist’s eyes lit up. “Oh yes! Blonde hair, cat-like eyes, and such a big grin! You two were so lovey-dovey, it reminded me of the good old days.”

Kirishima and Kaminari stared at Izuku.

Izuku gulped. No… it can’t be…

The trio hurried to room 505, hearts pounding with a mixture of curiosity and dread. Izuku fumbled with the key, his hands shaking as he finally unlocked the door and pushed it open.

What he saw made his jaw drop.

Kaminari rubbed his eyes, hoping it was just a hangover-induced hallucination. “Nope… still there.”

Kirishima’s eyes widened. “Oh, man…”

There, lying peacefully on the bed, was Himiko Toga.

Her hair was a bit messy, and a serene smile graced her face. But the bare shoulder peeking out from under the blanket made it painfully clear she was as naked as the day she was born.

Izuku’s brain short-circuited.

Kirishima, ever the loyal bro, immediately grabbed Kaminari by the collar and dragged him toward the door. “Alright, time to give them some privacy!” He patted Izuku on the back. “You’ve got this, man!”

“Wait—!” Izuku turned just in time to hear the door close with a loud click.

“Izu~”

His blood ran cold as he slowly turned around.

Toga was awake now, sitting up and letting the blanket slip slightly. Only her bare shoulders were visible, but that was enough to send Izuku’s mind spiraling.

“I-I… um…” Izuku stammered, his face burning.

Toga sighed contently, stretching like a satisfied cat. “Last night was… amazing.”

Izuku felt like he was about to pass out.

She tilted her head, her golden eyes gleaming with affection. “I meant what I said, you know. I’ll stop being a villain. I’ll be your good girl, just like I promised.”

She let go of the covers, but Izuku’s gaze shot upward, refusing to look. His face was now beet red.

“Fufufu~ Shy, are we?” Toga teased, licking her lips. “After all the biting, licking, screaming, and grunting you did last night, you’re shy now?”

Izuku’s mind was racing, desperately trying to remember if any of it was true.

“So… what brings my darling here this morning?” she asked, her voice sweet and teasing.

 

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Cut to the hallway

Kirishima and Kaminari stood outside the door, listening with wide eyes and flushed faces.

“Dude… what did Izuku do last night?” Kaminari whispered.

Kirishima shook his head. “No idea… but I’m both impressed and terrified.”

 

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Back in the room

After several minutes of awkward stammering and explaining, Izuku managed to tell Toga that they were looking for Bakugou.

Now fully dressed in a cozy sweater and jeans, Toga crossed her arms, looking thoughtful. “Hmm… well, you did book the room for us here, but I didn’t see much of Bakugou. I was… preoccupied.” She gave him a mischievous grin.

Izuku gulped. “A-Are you sure you didn’t see him?”

Toga tapped her chin. “Hmm… oh! I remember Kaminari yeeting himself out the window and Kirishima following right after, yelling something about a barbeque.”

“A… barbeque?” Izuku echoed, confused.

Toga nodded cheerfully. “Yeah! There’s a barbeque place not far from here. Maybe you went there next?”

Izuku sighed, relieved to have another lead. “Alright. Thanks, Toga.”

Toga leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear. “Anything for you, darling~”

Izuku shivered. What the hell did I get myself into?!

 

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BARBEQUE PLACE

After paying for the hotel room and pointing Toga in the direction of UA (with strict instructions to not stab anyone), Izuku, Kirishima, and Kaminari made their way to the nearby barbecue place.

As soon as they opened the door, all eyes in the restaurant shifted toward them. Izuku stiffened, instincts screaming at him to turn and run. Why is everyone staring at me like I’m a criminal?!

But before he could bolt, a burly man with arms as thick as tree trunks engulfed Kirishima in a bear hug.

“Red! You’re back!” the man bellowed, lifting Kirishima off the ground like he weighed nothing.

“Uh… hi?” Kirishima was both confused and relieved.

The entire room erupted into chants of “Manly! Manly! Manly!”

Kirishima grinned awkwardly, trying to piece together what the hell had happened the night before.

Kaminari, being Kaminari, attempted to rescue Kirishima from the enthusiastic crowd, but he was immediately swallowed up by the mass of people.

Izuku took a cautious step forward to follow them when a familiar voice cut through the noise.

“Brat.”

Izuku froze. Slowly, he turned toward the source of the voice and found himself face-to-face with Miruko—Rumi Usagiyama.

She stood there in a simple t-shirt and jeans, her usual flowing hair tied up in a messy bun, but she still exuded her usual confidence and strength.

“Miruko-san! What are you doing here?” Izuku asked, his voice cracking slightly.

Her sharp eyes narrowed. “First off, it’s Rumi, like I told you last night when I’m off duty.” She crossed her arms. “Second, I work here. This place belongs to my dad, so I help out when I can.”

“Oh… I see.” Izuku nodded, feeling both relieved and awkward. “Um… can you tell me what happened last night?”

Rumi raised an eyebrow. “You don’t remember?”

Izuku shook his head, the tension in his stomach growing.

“Well…” She leaned back against the counter, smirking. “Last night, Red over there got into a drinking contest with my uncle. He won, chanting ‘manly’ the entire time, which is why they’re chanting it now.”

Izuku glanced at Kirishima, who was now hoisted onto someone’s shoulders like a hero.

“Yellow Idiot puked in the bathroom,” she continued, nodding toward Kaminari, who was being passed around the crowd like a trophy. “And the loud blond tried to join the drinking contest but passed out halfway through.”

“And… me?” Izuku asked hesitantly.

Rumi’s smirk turned into a predatory grin. “You, brat, flirted with me. All. Night.”

Izuku’s face turned bright red, and he groaned, slamming his head against the table.

Rumi laughed, the sound rich and genuine. “Gotta say, you’re a lot more confident when you’re drunk.”

Izuku lifted his head, still blushing furiously. “Did I… do anything else?”

“Oh, yeah,” Rumi said casually. “After you dragged those three idiots out, you kept mumbling something about ‘destroying Endeavor’s office.’”

Izuku’s eyes widened. What?!

“That’s… not good,” Izuku muttered.

“Probably not,” Rumi agreed, still smirking. “But hey, it was fun watching you try to plan an elaborate heist while slurring your words.”

Izuku quickly thanked her, grabbed Kirishima and Kaminari, and sprinted out of the restaurant.

As the door swung shut behind them, Rumi crossed her arms, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“So… I’m guessing he’s the reason my bed is broken?”

Rumi turned to her left, where her younger sister stood with an irritated expression.

“Maybe~” Rumi replied nonchalantly.

The younger woman growled. “Tsk. You’re lucky no one heard you two. But seriously—why my bed?! You have your own!”

“We already broke mine,” Rumi said with a shrug, a playful grin spreading across her face. “So we moved to yours.”

Her sister clenched her fists, growling in frustration. “You’re unbelievable!

Rumi just laughed, the sound echoing through the restaurant as her sister muttered curses under her breath.

 

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ENDEAVOR AGENCY - ELEVATOR

Izuku stood nervously in the elevator, his heart racing as it ascended. Destroying Endeavor’s office… What the hell did I do last night? He could only pray he wouldn't be fired—or worse, kicked out of his internship.

The elevator dinged, signaling his arrival. Taking a deep breath, Izuku stepped out into the quiet hallway. Surprisingly, everything looked… normal. No debris, no scorch marks, no sign of destruction.

Maybe it wasn’t that bad? he thought, cautiously making his way through the empty building.

“Midoriya?”

Izuku jumped slightly and turned to see Burnin standing nearby, her green fiery hair as wild as ever, though she was dressed casually in a hoodie and jeans.

“Burnin-san!” he exclaimed, his nerves getting the better of him.

“What are you doing here? It’s an off day,” she said, raising an eyebrow.

Izuku scratched the back of his head awkwardly. “Uh, well… I went out drinking with some friends last night, and… we sort of lost Bakugo. Our latest lead brought me here.”

Burnin hummed thoughtfully, tapping her chin. “I wasn’t here last night, but we can check the security cameras. Maybe they caught something.”

Relief flooded Izuku. “That would be great! Thank you!”

“Follow me.” Burnin gestured for him to follow, leading him down the hall to the security room.

Once inside, Izuku immediately noticed something odd—the monitors were all off.

“Uh, Burnin-san, are the cameras—”

Click.

The door locked behind him.

Before Izuku could turn around, he felt warm arms snake around his waist, pulling him into a tight embrace. Something soft pressed against his back, and hot breath tickled the skin behind his ear.

“I lied~” Burnin’s voice was low and sultry.

Izuku’s eyes widened in panic. “W-What?”

“I was here last night,” she whispered, tracing a finger slowly down his chest. “You found me alone. And you… and I…” Her voice grew huskier with each word. “…destroyed Endeavor’s office.

Izuku felt like his heart might leap out of his chest.

Burnin's hand roamed up to his chest, her fingers playfully toying with the fabric of his shirt. “I wanted another round,” she purred, “but when I woke up, you were gone.”

She nipped at his ear playfully, sending shivers down his spine.

“You left a note,” she continued, “saying it was time to go home.”

Izuku swallowed hard. “Can… Can I go now?”

Burnin hummed, pretending to consider it. “Hmm… I’m thinking no, but…” She tightened her hold briefly before letting out a soft chuckle. “…you are my good boy. So… I’ll say yes.

Izuku sagged in relief.

“But,” she added with a teasing smile, “make sure you meet me in a closet on the next workday, hmm?”

Izuku’s heart skipped a beat, and he could only nod frantically.

“Good~” Burnin whispered, releasing him.

Wasting no time, Izuku bolted to the window. He glanced back at Burnin, who waved playfully. Without thinking, he threw open the window and jumped out, using his Quirk to soften his landing as he sprinted away from the building.

As he ran down the street, heart pounding and face flushed, he muttered to himself, “I am never drinking again.

 

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UA UNIVERSITY – NEAR THE DORMS

Their frantic search led them back to UA, where Izuku, Kirishima, and Kaminari dragged themselves towards the dorms.

“Where the heck is Bakugo?!” Kaminari groaned, running his hands through his hair in frustration.

As if on cue, a familiar voice rang out in a series of colorful words.

The trio rushed toward the noise, turning the corner to find none other than Katsuki Bakugo—duct-taped to the side of the dorm building.

“How did we miss him?!” Kirishima exclaimed in disbelief.

Bakugo glared down at them, his face a mix of rage and utter humiliation. “GET ME DOWN FROM HERE, YOU DAMN EXTRAS!”

Kirishima ripped the tape off, ignoring Bakugo’s furious grunts of pain. Once freed, Bakugo stomped off toward the dorm’s entrance, muttering curses under his breath. The others followed behind, relieved that their chaotic adventure was finally over.

Inside, the rest of Class 1-A was already gathered in the common room, lounging around on their day off.

“Welcome back,” Tsuyu greeted, giving them a small wave. “And congrats on finding Bakugo.”

Everyone turned toward the trio, eager for updates. “So… where was he?” asked Jirou.

Izuku, still blushing furiously from the morning’s events, stammered, “Uh… taped to the building.”

The class erupted in laughter, and soon, the trio began recounting their wild night—each encounter more outrageous than the last. Izuku’s face turned redder with every story. He couldn’t remember a single thing and was mortified by everything his friends told him.

Then, Mineta, snap his head towards Izuku, raised a hand. “Wait… so, Midoriya… you woke up in the common room, right?”

Izuku blinked. “Uh… yeah.”

Mineta rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “Huh… I heard a lot of thumping and screaming last night. I thought you were, you know… watching something.

Izuku’s face burned. “N-No! I think I just fell asleep here.”

Mineta raised an eyebrow. “No, I swear I heard your voice, too… Huh, wonder what that was—”

His sentence was cut off as everyone’s attention shifted to the staircase.

Descending the stairs, wearing Izuku’s clothes—a loose jogging shirt with a pun and a pair of sweatpants—was none other than Lady Nagant herself.

The entire common room fell silent.

“Hey, hubby~” Nagant greeted casually, walking up to Izuku and, without hesitation, kissed him full on the lips.

Izuku froze, eyes wide in shock, as the rest of the class stared in disbelief.

Nagant pulled away, smirking at his stunned expression. “Had fun last night?” she teased, ruffling his hair. “I’ll make you breakfast. You’re probably hungry after all that activity.” With that, she sauntered off to the kitchen, leaving the common room in stunned silence.

Mineta’s face twisted in envy, and he lunged at Izuku. “LUCKY BAST—”

But before he could reach him, Shoji calmly grabbed Mineta by the back of his shirt and yeeted him out of the building.

Everyone remained silent for a moment before Kaminari finally spoke, “Dude… what did you do last night?”

Izuku slumped into the couch, covering his face with his hands. “I don’t know… I don’t want to know…”

With a sigh, he looked up, his face a mixture of exhaustion and determination.

“That’s it. I’m never drinking again.

Notes:

And that's a wrap!

I've been writing Who took his V and this idea came up so I decided to write it because it was causing some writers block to be completely honest.

The next chapter/s of Who took his v has gone through so many drafts lmao XD

In any case hoped you liked this one, 14 hours of work per day sucks but gotta get that bread for the fam

Chapter 36: At your service

Summary:

Izuku gets a maid, shenanigans insue

Notes:

Advance Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays to all. Here's a new chapter for you guys. Hope you guys liked it. Sidenote: Buying gifts is hard lol. Ever just questioned if you actually knew a person? Hhaha. Anyway enjoy

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

"I'm sorry, what?" Izuku Midoriya blinked, his voice a mixture of confusion and disbelief.

Across the desk, Nezu and Hawks chuckled, the principal’s small frame shaking with barely contained amusement while Hawks openly smirked.

Nezu, ever composed, laced his paws together. "Allow me to explain, Midoriya. It has been almost two years since the battle with Flect Turn and his faction. Most of his accomplices have been arrested, while others have entered rehabilitation programs. One such individual, the bow-quirk user Beros, is a prime example of this rehabilitation."

Izuku nodded cautiously. "Right, I remember. I was the one who captured her and convinced her to work with us. She's been helping out and showing progress, hasn’t she?"

"Exactly!" Hawks chimed in, leaning back in his chair. "She’s come a long way. But her punishment isn’t completely over yet. She’s shown remarkable progress, so the HPSC thought it was time to assign her a new... role."

Izuku’s brows furrowed. "And that role is—"

"Until your graduation from U.A. University," Nezu interrupted, his tone cheerful yet somehow ominous, "Beros will be assigned as your personal maid."

Silence descended on the room.

"Ok I heard it right the first time…but still, Huh?" Izuku finally managed, his brain stuttering.

"Yep!" Hawks said, clearly enjoying himself. "She’ll be your maid. Full-time. Cleaning, cooking, and whatever else a maid does."

Izuku turned his head slowly to the corner of the room, where Beros stood idly, her casual clothes doing little to make her presence feel any less intimidating. Her mask remained firmly in place, hiding any expression she might have had.

He looked back at Nezu, rubbing his temples. "Why would the head of the HPSC decide on something like this? And why assign it to a third-year U.A. university student?!"

"It's simple," Nezu said, his calm tone contrasting the absurdity of the situation. "Beros has shown a genuine willingness to reintegrate into society. Her time working with us has demonstrated that she can adapt, but she requires structured guidance and oversight. You, Midoriya, captured her, convinced her to join our side, and have consistently shown the ability to guide others. The level of trust you’ve built is critical, as well as your capability to handle any... complications, should they arise."

Izuku groaned, burying his face in his hands. "I’d like to talk to the head of the HPSC. I can’t believe they’d decide something like this."

"Certainly!" Nezu chirped. Without missing a beat, he picked up his personal phone, dialed a number, and waited.

The phone on his desk immediately began to ring. Nezu picked it up and answered. "Yes? Head of the HPSC speaking."

Izuku stared at him, his jaw slack.

"...Oh. Okay. Now I believe it."

Nezu’s grin widened. "Sometimes, Midoriya, decisions are made for... let’s call them educational purposes. This one, I assure you, is entirely serious. And perhaps, just a little, for shits and giggles."

Izuku sighed deeply. His life was about to get significantly more complicated.

Beros, meanwhile, tilted her head, her voice finally breaking the silence. "Do I start now, or is there an orientation?"

Hawks laughed loudly. "Oh, I think you’re already well-equipped for the job."

Izuku groaned again. This was going to be a long year.

 

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Izuku stared blankly at the dorm kitchen of Class 3A, where Beros, donned in an apron over her casual attire, was skillfully preparing dinner. The aroma of curry filled the air, but the tension was as thick as the roux. His classmates lingered nearby, cautiously eyeing the former villain-turned-maid, with Bakugo and Todoroki especially tense, their gazes sharp as if expecting her to attack at any moment.

“Master,” Beros called out, not even turning from the stove as she stirred the pot. “Dinner is about to be ready.”

Izuku groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Just... Izuku or Midoriya is fine.”

“Yes, Izuku-sama.”

“Drop the -sama.”

“No.”

A vein popped on Izuku’s forehead as he slammed his palm into his face.

From the corner, Mineta’s whiny voice broke through. “This is so unfair! Why does he get a hot personal maid to do his bidding?!” His wide, tear-filled eyes darted to Tsuyu. “BE MY MA—”

Before he could finish, Shoji’s arm extended, grabbing him by the collar and tying him up in a neat bundle. Mineta now dangled upside down, swaying slightly as he muttered protests.

Mina leaned on the counter, a mischievous glint in her eye. “So, Beros is going to do everything you want, huh?”

Izuku nodded hesitantly, already sensing danger.

Mina’s grin widened. “Everything?”

Izuku’s face turned a shade of red, and he quickly waved his hands in denial. “Sh-she’s only here to assist with cooking, cleaning, and laundry! And... by Nezu’s orders, she’s supposed to ‘take care of me.’ That’s all!”

Tsuyu tilted her head, her wide eyes blinking. “So... like a wife in training?”

“Tsuyu, please, not you too.” Izuku groaned, slumping into a nearby chair.

Beros, who had finished plating the curry, turned to him. “Izuku-sama, I can be whatever you want me to be.”

“What you’re doing now is fine enough!” he snapped, waving his hands frantically.

Dinner was served, and despite the chaos, the food was... amazing. The curry was flavorful, with just the right amount of spice, and the rice was perfectly cooked. Izuku, ever polite, made sure to compliment it. “This is really good. Thanks, Beros.”

“You’re welcome, Izuku-sama,” she replied with a bow, her stoic tone betraying the tiniest hint of satisfaction.

His classmates begrudgingly admitted the food was good, though Bakugo muttered something about it being “passable at best.”

 

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After dinner, Izuku trudged to his room, eager to unwind after the exhausting day. His room thankfully had its own private shower, a feature he greatly appreciated in moments like this.

Stripping down and stepping into the warm spray, he let out a sigh of relief. The stress of the day started to melt away as he reached for the shampoo. His hand brushed against... nothing. He reached again—still nothing.

“Izuku-sama, here you are.”

The voice startled him, and he instinctively turned to see Beros holding out the shampoo bottle. She stood completely naked, her expression as stoic as ever, as though this were the most normal thing in the world.

Izuku’s brain froze. Then, it rebooted. He spun away, his eyes fixed firmly on the shower tiles. “BEROS?! WHY ARE YOU NAKED?! AND WHY ARE YOU HERE?!”

“I am here to wash your back,” she replied matter-of-factly, stepping into the shower.

“No, thank you!”

“I insist.”

“And I insist on a no!

“Izuku-sama, I will wash your back,” she said firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Izuku groaned, his hands moving to shield himself. He muttered under his breath, “Fine. Just be quick, and don’t look at me!”

The shower that followed was, without question, the most awkward experience of Izuku’s life. He stood rigidly, his face a permanent shade of crimson, while Beros scrubbed his back with an efficiency that was both impressive and mortifying.

As the ordeal came to an end, he muttered, “This is the weirdest shower I’ve ever had...”

Beros tilted her head, her mask hiding any possible expression. “Even stranger than the time you showered with Midnight?”

Izuku blanched, choking on his own spit. “WHO TOLD YOU ABOUT THAT?!”

 

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The dorm was quiet, the usual hustle and bustle of UA’s Class 1-A finally settling into peaceful silence.

Izuku lay in his bed, fast asleep, his breathing slow and steady after the exhausting day. His dreams were mercifully uneventful—no villain attacks, no chaotic mishaps. Just calm.

A shadow moved silently across the room.

Beros stood by his bedside, her mint-green eyes softened in the dim light. She watched him sleep for a moment, her usual stoic demeanor giving way to something more thoughtful… more vulnerable. She put a hand on her mask and removed it, setting it down by the table near the bed.

Slowly, carefully, she climbed onto his bed, her movements precise and deliberate. She eased herself down until she was lying on top of him, her head resting gently on his chest.

Izuku stirred slightly but did not wake.

Beros closed her eyes, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her.

“There was a time,” she whispered softly, “when I hunted you down… a relentless pursuit of a target.”

Her fingers lightly traced patterns against the fabric of his shirt.

“Yet, even then, your beliefs stayed true. You never wavered, not even once.”

A pause.

“I… do not believe in a happy future. Nor do I believe in a hopeful one. The world is… cruel.”

She opened her eyes, gazing at his peaceful face.

“But I do believe in you.

Her voice was barely audible now, a whisper meant only for herself.

“I just… wish to stay by your side. Even if it’s just like this.”

The dorm remained silent, the only sound the gentle rise and fall of Izuku’s breath.

And for the first time in a long while, Beros allowed herself a moment of peace.

 

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The next morning, Izuku was groggily brushing his teeth when the aroma of freshly cooked food wafted into his room. Curious and somewhat alarmed, he stumbled downstairs to the common room of the dorms.

Beros was there, dressed in casual clothes such as a plain t-shirt and some fit jeans complete with a modest apron. She was diligently arranging a perfectly packed bento box, humming softly as she worked.

“Good morning, Izuku-sama,” she greeted without looking up. “Your breakfast is ready, and I’ve prepared your bento for later. Please make sure to eat everything.”

Izuku stared at her, toothbrush still in his mouth, processing her words. “I... uh, thank you?”

Beros nodded, as though his thanks were expected. “Also, I took the liberty of ensuring everything is in your school bag—your notebooks, textbooks, and the homework you almost forgot to finish last night.”

Izuku froze, his face heating up. “Y-you looked through my stuff?!”

“Of course. It’s my duty to make sure you’re prepared for the day.” She turned to face him, holding his school bag. “Your tie is also crooked. Come here.”

Before Izuku could protest, she stepped forward, her hands deftly undoing his tie and retying it perfectly. She tugged it gently into place, patted his uniform to smooth out any wrinkles, and then stepped back, inspecting him critically.

“There,” she said with a hint of satisfaction. “You look fine now.”

Izuku blinked, his face bright red. “Uh... thanks?”

The scene, unfortunately for Izuku, had an audience.

Mina was the first to react, barely holding back her laughter. “Well well well, your maid is doing a fantastic job!”

“Looks more like a housewife in training,” Kaminari chimed in, grinning ear to ear.

Jirou snorted. “What’s next, spoon-feeding you in class?”

Tsuyu, ever calm, added, “She seems very thorough, ribbit. It’s kinda nice, though.”

Even Todoroki couldn’t resist a comment. “She’s surprisingly diligent for someone who once tried to kill us.”

“SHUT UP!” Izuku shouted, his face a tomato red as he waved his arms wildly. “SHE’S JUST HELPING OUT BECAUSE IT’S PART OF HER PUNISHMENT!”

At that moment, Bakugo stomped into the room, his perpetual scowl even deeper than usual. “What the hell is all the noise about?!” His eyes landed on Beros, who was calmly packing the bento into Izuku’s bag. “Tch. You better not be slacking, Deku, just because you’ve got a maid doing everything for you!”

“I’M NOT SLACKING!” Izuku shouted back, his voice cracking slightly.

Beros finished her task, handed Izuku his bag, and stood at attention. “Izuku-sama, you’re all set for school. I’ll clean up here and prepare dinner for when you return.”

“Y-you don’t have to do all that!” Izuku stammered, his embarrassment only growing.

“It’s my responsibility,” she said simply, bowing slightly.

Kirishima clapped Izuku on the shoulder, his wide grin toothy. “Man, Midoriya, you’ve got it rough, huh?”

Rough?!” Mina laughed. “This is the dream! Someone cooking for you, cleaning for you, and making sure you don’t leave anything behind? Midoriya’s got himself a whole wife!”

Izuku groaned, tugging at his hair. “SHE’S NOT MY WIFE!”

Beros, ever composed, turned to the group and added, “I can be if you wish it.”

The room fell silent, and all eyes turned to Beros. Izuku’s soul visibly left his body.

Mina was the first to recover, letting out a loud cackle. “Oh my god, she’s serious!”

Bakugo smirked, his hands sparking. “Congrats, Deku. You’re whipped already.”

Izuku buried his face in his hands. “This can’t be happening...”

As the laughter and teasing continued, Beros simply turned back to the kitchen, completely unfazed.

Later that afternoon, Izuku opened his closet to grab a shirt, only to freeze in horror. Every single piece of clothing had been folded into intricate heart shapes. Even his socks.

“Beros!” he yelled.

“Yes, sir?” She appeared behind him, her tone as neutral as ever.

“Why is everything folded like... this?” He held up a pair of All Might-themed boxers, the heart shape making them look absurdly delicate.

“It’s an organizational method,” she replied smoothly. “Each fold symbolizes affection and care.”

Izuku’s face turned crimson. “Affection and care?! For my boxers?!

“Especially those,” she said, her voice just a little softer.

Izuku groaned, burying his face in his hands. “I’m doing my own laundry from now on.”

Beros tilted her head, her eyes narrowing slightly. “You’ll try, sir. But you’ll fail.”

 

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A month has passed and Izuku has gotten somewhat used to Beros being his maid. He didn’t mind it now, ok well there were some moments but he has gotten used to her presence and care.

Well except for this day

It was a quiet afternoon as the class enjoyed their weekend, some of the boys were playing some video games while the girls made bets to see who would win

Mina and Kaminari of course tried to steer the conversation to somewhere else.

“So, Midoriya,” Kaminari began with a sly grin, “how’s it feel to have your own personal maid? I mean, you could just tell her to do anything, right?”

Izuku sighed, not looking up from his notebook. “It’s not like that! I don’t want to command her to do anything! That’s not how I am.”

“But you could,” Mina teased, leaning closer with a mischievous smile.

Izuku rolled his eyes, half-jokingly muttering, “Oh, sure, like what? Command her to kiss me?”

There was a split second of silence before a familiar, commanding voice rang out.

“As you wish, sir.”

Izuku yelped as Beros materialized beside him, seemingly out of nowhere. Her expression was completely serious, but her eyes gleamed with an intensity that made everyone freeze.

“Wait, what?! No, no, no, I didn’t mean—” Izuku stammered, waving his arms frantically.

But Beros was already leaning down, her face mere inches from his. “You gave a command, sir,” she said softly, her voice laced with unwavering devotion.

“Y-YOU DON’T HAVE TO LISTEN TO EVERYTHING I SAY!” Izuku screeched, throwing himself backward over the couch in his panic.

The rest of the room exploded into laughter.

“Oh my god, she’s so committed!” Kaminari howled, clutching his sides.

“You can’t joke around like that, Midoriya,” Mina teased, wiping away tears. “She might actually do it!”

Izuku peeked out from behind the couch, his face a brilliant shade of red. Beros simply adjusted her shirt, as if nothing had happened, her composure unbroken.

“Your commands are my priority, sir,” she stated before calmly walking back toward the kitchen, leaving Izuku to sink further into his embarrassment.

And maybe also the day after that

Later that evening, Class 1-A gathered in the common room for a movie night. The lights were dimmed, and everyone was sprawled out on couches and bean bags. Izuku had finally managed to relax—until he felt a pair of eyes boring into him.

He turned his head and nearly jumped out of his skin. Beros was standing silently in the corner of the room, her arms crossed, her gaze fixed solely on him.

“Beros, what are you doing?” he asked nervously.

“Ensuring your safety, sir,” she replied.

“It’s a movie night!” he exclaimed, waving toward the screen. “I don’t need protecting!”

“You never know when danger might strike,” she said, her tone deadly serious.

“She’s like a hawk,” Kirishima whispered to Bakugo, who just grunted in response.

Halfway through the movie, Beros moved to sit directly behind Izuku. At one point, Mina leaned over to whisper something to him, and Beros subtly shifted, placing herself between them with an icy glare. Mina leaned back, raising her hands in mock surrender.

“She’s scary,” Mina whispered to Ochaco.

“Yeah, but kind of impressive,” Ochaco admitted, watching as Beros casually deflected anyone who tried to get too close to Izuku.

Izuku, oblivious to most of it, was just grateful for a quiet moment—though he could still feel Beros’ protective aura looming over him.

Beros would always care for him, cooking for him, doing his laundry, cleaning his desk, making sure he was well dressed and well nourished, and making sure his gear was in top-notch shape.

It was fine but he still held her at some distance to not spoil him or be overly dependent on her.

Well, that changed after two months as Izuku just got home from a tiring work from Endeavour agency.

The front door of the 1-A dorm creaked open, and three exhausted figures shuffled inside. Izuku, Bakugo, and Todoroki had just returned from an intense one-week work-study on a high-profile case.

Without a word, all three of them collapsed face-first onto the common room floor.

“Home” Bakugo grumbled into the carpet.

“Comfortable” Todoroki mumbled.

“This is fine” Izuku added, too tired to move.

As the rest of Class 1-A looked on in amusement, Beros approached, her usual calm expression tinged with concern.

“Welcome home, sir,” Beros said, her voice soft but steady. She had clearly been waiting for him, her ever-vigilant eyes scanning his weary form. “You look absolutely drained. Allow me to assist you.”

Normally, Izuku would flail, stammer, and insist he was fine, but tonight was different. “You know what? Fine. I’m too tired to argue.”

Beros blinked, surprised by his sudden surrender, but her expression quickly softened. “Understood, sir. Please, allow me.”

Before Izuku could protest further, Beros swooped in, gently guiding him toward the couch. Bakugo snorted in disbelief.

“Oi, Deku, you finally gave in, huh? Letting your weird maid coddle you?”

Izuku didn’t even have the energy to respond, slumping into the cushions. “I’m too sore to care, Kacchan.”

Todoroki glanced at Beros, who was already kneeling beside Izuku, carefully removing his boots. “She’s efficient,” he remarked, earning a glare from Bakugo.

“Efficient? She’s creepy,” Bakugo muttered, though his tone lacked its usual bite.

Beros ignored them, her focus solely on Izuku. “Sir, I’ll prepare a warm bath to help with your muscles. Would you like tea as well?”

Izuku nodded weakly. “Yeah, tea sounds nice.”

Beros left swiftly, returning moments later with a cup of perfectly brewed tea. She handed it to Izuku with such care that it felt almost ceremonial. Izuku took a sip, his eyes fluttering shut.

“This is... really good,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

“You deserve nothing less, sir,” Beros replied, her voice unusually tender.

“Your bath is ready,” Beros announced a few minutes later.

Izuku forced himself to stand, wincing as his legs protested. “Thanks, Beros. I’ll—wait, where are you going?”

Beros had taken a step to follow him, her expression as composed as ever. “To assist you, of course.”

“Nope. Nope, not happening,” Izuku said quickly, his face turning bright red. “I can handle it from here!”

“You’ve entrusted me with your care, sir,” she reminded him, tilting her head slightly. “It’s my duty to ensure you’re properly attended to.”

“NOT THAT MUCH CARE!” he yelled, his voice echoing down the hallway.

Bakugo cackled from the couch, clearly enjoying the show. “Deku, you’re screwed.”

Todoroki sipped his water, looking completely unfazed. “She’s very dedicated. That’s admirable.”

Izuku managed to make it to the bathroom alone, locking the door behind him. He sighed in relief, only to jump when he saw Beros standing by the tub, testing the water temperature.

“How—how did you—”

“You were moving so slowly, sir. I took the liberty of entering through the window,” she said calmly as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

“Can I just have five minutes of peace?” Izuku groaned, burying his face in his hands.

“Of course, sir,” she replied, stepping aside with a graceful bow. “I’ll wait just outside in case you need anything.”

Izuku sighed, resigning himself to his fate.

When Izuku finally emerged, dressed in fresh clothes and looking slightly more human, Beros was waiting with a plate of snacks.

“You’ll need to replenish your energy,” she said, handing him the plate.

“Thanks,” Izuku said softly, too tired to argue. He sank back into the couch, nibbling on the food.

“You’re really letting her do everything, huh?” Bakugo snarked, though his voice had a hint of amusement.

“For once, I don’t mind,” Izuku admitted, leaning back with a tired smile.

Beros stood nearby, watching him with a soft, almost imperceptible smile. In that moment, her usual intensity was replaced by something warmer, something quieter. She didn’t say a word, simply ensuring Izuku was comfortable before taking a step back.

Even Bakugo didn’t have the energy to tease anymore, falling asleep on the other end of the couch. Todoroki, ever the voice of calm, nodded approvingly.

“She’s a good caretaker,” Todoroki said simply, before closing his eyes and leaning back.

Izuku glanced at Beros, who met his gaze with unwavering loyalty. For the first time, he didn’t feel overwhelmed by her presence. Instead, he felt a quiet sense of gratitude.

“Thanks, Beros,” he murmured, his eyelids growing heavy.

“Always, sir,” she replied softly, watching as he drifted off to sleep.

 

-----

Dinner at the dorms was usually a lively affair, with everyone gathered around the long dining table, exchanging stories, and teasing each other mercilessly. Tonight was no different, except for the glaring absence of Beros. She had gone out to fetch groceries, leaving Sato in charge of dinner.

The spread was impressive, as always when Sato cooked: a hearty beef stew, perfectly steamed rice, and a colorful assortment of vegetables. The aroma alone was enough to make everyone’s mouths water.

Izuku took a bite of the stew, expecting the usual comforting warmth to wash over him. Instead, he found himself... underwhelmed?

He blinked, staring at his bowl. It wasn’t bad. It was, in fact, objectively great. The beef was tender, the broth rich and flavorful, and the vegetables cooked to perfection. And yet...

He took another bite. Then another.

“Everything okay, Midoriya?” Sato asked, noticing the slight furrow in Izuku’s brow.

“Y-yeah! It’s delicious!” Izuku stammered, forcing a smile.

“Doesn’t look like you’re enjoying it,” Mina teased, poking at her own bowl with her chopsticks.

“N-no, it’s not that!” Izuku said quickly. “It’s really good! It’s just... uh...”

“Oh?” Jirou smirked. “What is it, then? Missing something?”

Izuku froze. His mind raced, and then it hit him like a freight train. He wasn’t comparing Sato’s cooking to some vague idea of perfection. No, he was comparing it to Beros’s cooking.

“Oh no,” he muttered under his breath, staring at his bowl in horror.

“What’s wrong, Deku?” Uraraka asked, concerned.

Izuku didn’t answer immediately, his thoughts spiraling. Have I gotten so used to her cooking that it’s become my default standard? What happens if she’s not around anymore? Will I just be doomed to find every other meal lacking?

“Midoriya?” Todoroki’s calm voice snapped him out of his spiraling panic.

“I’m fine!” Izuku blurted, his voice a pitch too high.

Everyone exchanged glances, clearly unconvinced.

“Are you sure?” Sato pressed. “If there’s something you don’t like, I can tweak the recipe next time—”

“No! It’s great! Really!” Izuku waved his hands frantically. “I was just... uh... thinking about something!”

“Thinking about Beros, perhaps?” Mina grinned, leaning forward with a mischievous glint in her eye.

Izuku turned bright red. “W-what?! No! Why would I—?!”

“Relax, dude,” Kaminari laughed. “You don’t have to get so defensive. She is your maid, after all. Probably used to her cooking by now, huh?”

Izuku slumped in his seat, unable to deny it. “Maybe... a little.”

“Sounds like someone’s gotten spoiled,” Bakugo sneered from across the table, his smirk as sharp as ever. “What, Deku? Regular food not good enough for you now?”

“Th-that’s not it!” Izuku protested, but the damage was done.

“Better hope she doesn’t leave, man,” Kirishima joked, grinning. “You might starve without her cooking!”

Izuku groaned, sinking further into his chair.

As if on cue, the dorm door opened, and Beros stepped in, carrying several grocery bags with ease. She glanced around, her gaze landing on Izuku.

“Dinner’s over already?” she asked, setting the bags down.

“Yeah, Sato cooked tonight,” Izuku said, trying to keep his tone neutral.

Beros tilted her head slightly. “Did it meet your standards, Izuku-sama?”

Her question, though innocent, hit like a punch to the gut. Izuku’s classmates burst into laughter as he buried his face in his hands.

“Standards, huh?” Mina teased. “What are those, Midoriya?”

“Shut up,” Izuku muttered, his voice muffled.

Beros, unfazed, began unpacking the groceries. “I’ll prepare something better tomorrow,” she said matter-of-factly.

Izuku groaned again. This is my life now.

 

-----

The day began like any other, except for the unsettling sight of Beros moving sluggishly through her morning routine. Izuku noticed immediately. She was pale, her usually sharp movements were uncoordinated, and she coughed occasionally, trying to stifle it.

“Beros,” Izuku said, standing in the kitchen doorway as she attempted to make breakfast. “Are you feeling okay?”

“I’m fine,” she replied, her voice slightly hoarse. She waved him off without turning around. “Nothing I can’t handle, Izuku-sama.”

Izuku frowned, stepping closer. “You don’t look fine. You should rest.”

“I appreciate your concern,” she said stubbornly, turning to face him with a weak smile, “but I still have my duties. I’ll—”

She didn’t get to finish her sentence before Izuku moved swiftly, scooping her up in a bridal carry.

“Wha—?!” Beros yelped, her mask slipping slightly as her cheeks flushed. “Izuku-sama, what are you—?”

“You’re sick,” he said firmly, carrying her toward her designated room. “And you’re going to rest. End of discussion.”

“No! I can still—”

End of discussion.” Izuku’s tone left no room for argument.

Beros was deposited gently onto her bed. Before she could protest further, Izuku grabbed a thermometer and took her temperature. His frown deepened as the device beeped.

“38.5°C. You have a fever,” he said, already soaking a cloth in cool water to place on her forehead.

Beros attempted to sit up, but Izuku gently pushed her back down. “Have you eaten yet?” he asked, his tone softer but still resolute.

“Only a little,” she admitted reluctantly.

“That’s not enough.” Izuku sighed. “Stay here. Don’t move.”

Before she could say another word, he was gone.

Not even an hour later, Izuku returned with a tray holding a bowl of rice porridge, a glass of water, and some medicine. He helped her sit up, propping pillows behind her back, and carefully began feeding her the porridge.

“I can do it myself,” she muttered, embarrassed.

“You need to save your strength,” Izuku replied, not missing a beat. “Let me help you.”

Beros stared at him, her usual composure cracking under the weight of his genuine care. She ate quietly, letting him feed her. Once she finished, he handed her the medicine and water, watching to make sure she took both.

“I already informed UA that I won’t be going to school today,” he said, setting the tray aside. “I’ll be staying here to make sure you’re okay.”

Beros blinked, guilt flickering in her eyes. “I’m sorry, Izuku-sama. I didn’t mean to—”

“Stop,” Izuku interrupted gently but firmly. “You always take care of me. It’s only right that I take care of you when you need it. You might be my maid, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to ignore you when you’re sick.”

Her lip quivered slightly, but she quickly looked away, muttering, “You’re too kind, Izuku-sama.”

He smiled, adjusting the damp cloth on her forehead. “Get some rest. I’ll be here if you need anything.”

By evening, Beros’s fever had broken, and she was looking much better. Izuku insisted she stay in bed to recover fully, and after making sure she had everything she needed, he finally left her room.

The moment he stepped into the hallway, he was ambushed.

“How’s your wife?” Mina grinned, leaning casually against the wall with a teasing glint in her eye.

Izuku groaned, brushing past her toward the common room. “She’s not my wife, Mina.”

“Not yet, anyway!” Mina called after him, laughing as he disappeared around the corner.

 

-----

Izuku paced back and forth in the common room, his mind racing. It was no secret to anyone at UA that he was Eri’s legal father, having adopted her during his second year. After spending some time in America with his mom and All Might, Eri was finally coming back to the dorms.

Normally, he’d be thrilled to see her again, but this time, there was a new variable in his life: Beros.

He glanced toward the kitchen, where Beros was diligently cleaning the counter. A part of him worried about how Eri might react to her presence. What if Beros was too much for Eri? Or worse—what if Eri was uncomfortable around her?

“Is something wrong, Izuku-sama?” Beros’s voice cut through his thoughts. She turned to look at him, her mask slightly tilted, as if her curiosity made her expression more human.

Caught off guard, Izuku scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “Uh, no, it’s nothing.”

She tilted her head. “You’ve been staring at me for a while. If there’s something you need, you can just say it.”

Izuku hesitated, then sighed. “How good are you with kids?”

Beros blinked, the question clearly unexpected. “Kids?”

“Yeah.” He shifted uncomfortably. “Like… how confident are you in taking care of one?”

She tapped her chin thoughtfully. “I’ve never had to take care of a child before, but I’ve handled a lot of unpredictable situations. I’m willing to learn, and I think I could do a good job.”

Izuku let out a small sigh of relief. “That’s good, because… well…” He took a deep breath. “I’m a dad. I adopted a little girl named Eri in my second year, and she’s coming back to live with me. Since I’ve got school and my hero work, I’d like you to help take care of her. Maybe even homeschool her.”

Beros straightened up, her expression serious. “Understood. I’ll do my best.”

“There’s one more thing,” he added cautiously. “Eri’s been through… a lot. She’s shy around strangers, so it might take her some time to get used to you.”

Beros nodded firmly. “I’ll keep that in mind. If there’s anything specific you need me to do, just let me know.”

Izuku relaxed slightly, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. “Thanks, Beros. I appreciate it.”

She then tilted her head again, a hint of amusement in her voice. “So, do you want me to take the role of her mother?”

Before Izuku could respond, a voice chimed in from behind him. “I knew it!

He jumped and whirled around to see Mina grinning mischievously, leaning against the doorway.

“Mina!” he sputtered, his face rapidly turning red. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough to hear that you’re thinking of turning Beros into a mom,” Mina teased, her grin growing wider.

“Th-that’s not what I meant!” Izuku stammered, frantically waving his hands. He turned back to Beros. “Not to that extent! I just meant… a female role model would be nice for Eri to have in her life!”

Mina cackled, clapping her hands in delight. “Oh, Izuku, you’re too easy to mess with!”

Beros, for her part, remained composed. “If that’s what you want, Izuku-sama, I’ll do my best to fulfill that role.”

Izuku groaned, his face buried in his hands. “Can we please stop talking about this?”

Mina only laughed harder as she walked away, leaving Izuku to dread the inevitable teasing from the rest of the class.

 

-----

Izuku wasn’t sure why he felt so uneasy. Eri had already spent the past week getting to know Beros and the transition had been surprisingly smooth. Beros had been gentle from the start, allowing Eri to warm up at her own pace, never pushing her beyond her comfort zone. Eri had even started asking Beros small, cautious questions—like what her mask was for or why her hair was so short.

Izuku sighed, running a hand through his hair. He knew Beros was capable—she had proven it time and again—but leaving Eri, even in good hands, always filled him with anxiety.

By the time he was ready to leave, his doubts had all but consumed him. Yet, when he walked into the common room to say goodbye, his worries evaporated in an instant.

Eri was sitting on Beros’s lap at the center of the couch, her small hands clutching a pencil as Beros gently guided her through a worksheet. The woman’s mask was set aside on the coffee table, revealing a soft expression as she patiently helped the little girl.

“Now, Eri-chan,” Beros said warmly, pointing to the next problem. “If three times three equals nine, what would three times four be?”

Eri scrunched her face in concentration, her small brow furrowing. After a few moments, her face lit up. “Twelve!”

Beros smiled and nodded. “That’s right. Good job.”

Eri beamed, her tiny horns seeming to sparkle with her pride.

Izuku stood there for a moment, watching them interact. Beros, who had been so formal and reserved when she first arrived, looked so natural in this role—gentle and kind, yet firm enough to guide Eri’s learning.

He stepped into the room, and Eri’s eyes lit up when she saw him. “Papa!” she chirped, hopping off Beros’s lap and running to him.

Izuku knelt and caught her in a hug, laughing as she showed him the worksheet. “Look, Papa! I can multiply now!”

“Wow, that’s amazing, Eri!” he said, ruffling her hair with a proud smile.

He glanced up at Beros and mouthed a silent thank you. She met his gaze, her lips curling into a soft smile as she nodded in response.

As the three of them sat together on the couch, Eri nestled between them while proudly explaining her math progress, they were completely unaware of the audience they had attracted.

Mina stood at the edge of the room, her phone in hand as she snapped pictures of the scene. She grinned mischievously, leaning against the wall with her free hand.

“Would you look at that,” she whispered to herself. “The perfect little family.”

Mina’s whisper didn’t go unheard for long, as Kaminari and Kirishima peeked around the corner to see what she was looking at. Kaminari smirked, whispering, “Man, Deku really does have it all, huh?”

“Shh!” Mina waved him off, her grin widening as she continued taking photos.

 

-----

Izuku sat at the dining table, his eyes fixed on Beros, who sat across from him. Her expression was as neutral as ever, but her tone was faintly apologetic as she recounted the day's events.

"While at the park today, someone attempted to harm or abduct Eri-chan. I intervened...gently."

Izuku’s eyebrows twitched. “Gently?”

Without a word, he opened his laptop, pulling up the latest news feed. On the screen was grainy security camera footage from the park.

The video began with Eri kneeling in the sandpit, her tiny hands carefully building a castle. A man approached her, his intentions evident as he reached toward her shoulder.

The next moment, the scene changed dramatically. Out of nowhere, Beros appeared in the frame, moving with blinding speed. Her leg arced upward in a graceful yet devastating kick, connecting squarely with the man's torso. The force of the blow launched him backward, sending him flying into a trash can with a crash that startled every bird in the vicinity.

The video paused on the image of the would-be kidnapper’s legs sticking out of the trash can like a cartoon.

Izuku slowly turned the laptop toward Beros. “This is what you call gentle?”

Beros tilted her head slightly, her expression unchanging. “Yes. I made sure not to break any bones or cause lasting harm. The trash can cushioned his fall.”

Izuku pinched the bridge of his nose, suppressing both laughter and exasperation. “Beros, that man looks like he’s reconsidering all of his life choices.”

Beros, however, remained calm. “My primary objective was to protect Eri-chan. I ensured she was unaware of the incident.”

The footage continued, showing Eri looking up from her sandcastle as Beros knelt beside her, her usual composed smile in place. The video muted, but it wasn’t hard to imagine her saying something like, Everything is fine, Eri-chan.

Izuku sighed, closing the laptop. “I’m not upset,” he admitted. “In fact, I’m relieved you were there. But this is going to make waves at UA. The last thing we need is a media circus.”

“I will accept full responsibility for my actions,” Beros replied. “But my loyalty to you and Eri-chan is absolute. No harm will come to her under my watch.”

Izuku leaned back in his chair, the tension in his shoulders easing. “Thank you, Beros. I mean it.”

As they spoke, a soft voice called from the hallway. “Papa?”

Both turned to see Eri peeking around the corner, clutching her stuffed rabbit.

“Eri,” Izuku said warmly, patting his lap. “Come here.”

She shuffled over, climbing into his arms. “Beros protected me today,” she said softly, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“I know,” Izuku replied, stroking her hair. “Did she scare you?”

Eri shook her head. “No. She said she’ll always protect me. Like you do.”

Izuku glanced at Beros, who gave him a rare, faint smile.

“Always,” she said softly, her voice carrying a promise that needed no further explanation.

From around the corner, Mina peeked again, phone in hand. “Another perfect family moment,” she whispered, grinning.

“Should we intervene?” Kaminari whispered back.

Mina elbowed him. “No way. This is gold.”

 

-----

Izuku slumped over the table in the common room, his forehead pressing against the mountain of paperwork in front of him. The muffled sound of cartoons filled the air, Eri happily sitting in front of the TV watching a show about a frog alien who loved toy robots.

He groaned. Paperwork. Endless paperwork. He finally understood why All Might had hired so many people to handle it for him. He also understood why the former Number One Hero always looked so cheerful—he didn’t have to do this part.

“I need to hire someone,” Izuku muttered. “I swear, if I could just—”

Mama, can I have some pie?

The words broke through his grumbling. He glanced up to see Eri standing by the fridge, looking expectantly at Beros, who was currently scrubbing dishes at the sink.

Beros turned her head slightly, her voice calm as ever. “Sure, Eri-chan. There’s already a slice in the fridge.”

“Thank you!” Eri chirped, grabbing the pie and plopping back down in front of the TV, happily eating her snack.

Izuku barely registered the exchange before blinking.

Wait.

Wait a minute.

Izuku’s pen slipped from his hand, and his jaw dropped. His brain caught up with what just happened. “D-Did... did she just call you Mama?”

Beros froze mid-scrub, a plate still in her hands. The kitchen fell silent save for the sound of running water. Slowly, she tilted her head toward Izuku, her expression unreadable behind her mask.

Eri, completely unfazed, glanced over her shoulder. “Yep!” she chirped happily before turning back to her show, swinging her feet.

Izuku scrambled to his feet, staring wide-eyed at Eri. “You—you called Beros Mama?”

Eri blinked innocently. “Uh-huh! She takes care of me like a mama does! And she takes care of you like a... um...” She paused, searching for the right word.

Izuku swallowed nervously. “Like a what?”

Eri’s face lit up. “A rife!

Izuku choked. “You mean... wife?”

Eri nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah! Auntie Mina says that’s what she is to you!”

Izuku’s world came crashing down. “Mina!” he yelled, spinning on his heel.

At that exact moment, Mina peeked around the corner, grinning ear to ear. “Yes, dear?”

Izuku pointed an accusatory finger at her. “What have you been teaching Eri?! Why is she calling Beros Mama? And why—WHY—is she saying Beros is my wife?

Mina burst into laughter, backing away from Izuku’s furious approach. “I regret nothing!” she shouted, dashing down the hallway.

Izuku gave chase, shouting her name with betrayal clear in his voice.

Meanwhile, back in the kitchen, Beros stood stock still. If it weren’t for her mask, everyone would have seen the wide, almost childlike grin on her face. Her heart felt lighter, and her shoulders relaxed as Eri’s words played over and over in her head.

“Mama,” she murmured softly, testing the word for herself. She set the plate down, glancing toward Eri, who was now giggling at her cartoon.

Her master might be flustered and Mina incorrigible, but in that moment, Beros couldn’t be happier.

 

-----

The night was quiet, save for the faint rustling of leaves in the breeze. Izuku stood on the balcony of his dorm room, hands resting on the cool metal railing as he gazed out into the stillness of UA’s grounds. The stars were scattered across the sky like tiny pinpricks of light, but his mind was far from the beauty above.

Graduation was only a month away.

The thought weighed heavily on him. It was supposed to be a time of celebration, of anticipation for the next chapter in his life. But with it came an uncomfortable realization: once he graduated, Beros’s assignment as his maid would come to an end.

Beros.

She had become such an integral part of his daily life. Her calm demeanor, her sharp wit, the way she seamlessly supported him without ever overstepping—it all added up to a presence he wasn’t ready to lose.

His thoughts were interrupted by the soft sound of footsteps approaching from behind. He turned to see Beros walking toward him, her figure illuminated by the soft glow of the moonlight. Her usual mask covered her face, but even with it, her concern was palpable.

“Master Izuku,” she said softly, her voice carrying over the quiet night. “What’s wrong? You should be resting after such a long day.”

Izuku blinked at her, startled. Then, he chuckled lightly, scratching the back of his neck. “I was just thinking about... everything. Graduation, mostly.”

Beros tilted her head slightly, waiting for him to elaborate.

He looked at her, his emerald eyes meeting hers through the faint sheen of her mask. “I’m just... really glad you’ve been with me all this time. I mean it. You’ve been such a good addition to my life. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you, honestly. I’m lucky you were assigned to me.”

For a moment, Beros was silent. Then, with deliberate care, she reached up and removed her mask. Her face was serene, but a warm, genuine smile graced her lips.

“I’m glad too,” she said, her voice soft and sincere. “Being assigned to you... it’s been a welcome change in my life. I’ve learned so much from you, Master Izuku. You’ve shown me kindness, patience, and strength.”

She stepped closer, her eyes locked onto his. They stood only inches apart now, the space between them so small that if someone were to push either of them, their lips would undoubtedly meet.

Izuku swallowed, his heart skipping a beat at their sudden proximity. He smiled, his voice quieter now. “Thanks for being in my life, Beros.”

Her smile grew just a little wider. “Thank you, Izuku, for letting me be a part of yours.”

For a moment, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them standing together under the moonlit sky.

 

-----

Izuku sat stiffly in the chair, the weight of exhaustion and nervousness pressing on him. Beside him, Beros sat as composed as ever, her stoic expression betraying none of her thoughts. Across the desk were Principal Nezu and Hawks, the latter looking far too amused for Izuku’s liking.

The meeting was supposedly to mark the end of Beros' punishment. With Izuku’s graduation looming, Beros would no longer be assigned as his maid, and she would instead be given a new assignment—or punishment, as it was framed. Izuku wasn’t sure what to feel. Relief? Sure. But... sadness?

He glanced at Beros out of the corner of his eye. She sat perfectly still, her gaze fixed on Nezu as he spoke. Yeah, she was probably unaffected. This had just been a punishment for her, after all. Nothing more.

So why did his chest feel tight?

Izuku let his mind wander as Nezu continued to explain the next steps for Beros. Memories of her flooded his thoughts—her unwavering devotion, the way she cooked for him, how she had supported him through some of the most grueling days of his hero training. She had always been there, even if it was technically against her will.

Fine. He’d admit it. He’d miss her.

Nezu’s voice suddenly cut through his thoughts. “Do you understand, Midoriya? Do you agree?”

Izuku, startled, snapped out of his reverie. “Yes!” he blurted, without fully processing the question.

Beros flinched ever so slightly, a movement so subtle that Izuku almost missed it. Hawks, meanwhile, seemed to be barely holding back laughter, his shoulders shaking as he bit his lip.

“Very good,” Nezu said, his small, furry face radiating satisfaction. He slid a piece of paper across the desk to Izuku, along with a pen. “Then all we need is your signature.”

Izuku reached for the pen, glancing down at the document. His heart nearly stopped.

Marriage Contract.

The pen slipped from his fingers and clattered onto the desk. “WHAT?!” he exclaimed, his voice cracking.

Nezu tilted his head, his ever-present smile unfaltering. “Oh? I thought you agreed, Midoriya.”

“I—! I wasn’t listening!” Izuku stammered, his face blazing red.

Nezu chuckled softly, while Hawks openly laughed, clutching his sides. “Allow me to summarize,” Nezu said, his tone unhurried. “Beros’ punishment as your maid has concluded. However, as she has shown exceptional care and devotion, and you have demonstrated mutual compatibility, her new punishment will be to serve as your wife.”

Izuku’s jaw dropped. “W-wife?! That’s not a punishment!”

Beros finally broke her silence, her voice calm but laced with a hint of amusement. “The principal believes it to be an appropriate consequence, considering the circumstances.”

Izuku turned to her, utterly flustered. “And you’re okay with this?!”

Beros met his gaze evenly. “I was only following orders before, but... I wouldn’t mind continuing to care for you. Permanently.”

Her words sent a jolt through him, and he felt his cheeks grow even hotter.

Nezu clasped his paws together. “So, Midoriya, do you agree or not? If you’re truly against it, we can assign her elsewhere.”

Izuku opened his mouth, then closed it. His thoughts swirled chaotically. He glanced at Beros again, her usual stoic mask softened by a faint glimmer of vulnerability in her eyes.

He exhaled shakily and picked up the pen. “I... I guess... I’ll sign,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

The room erupted in cheers—or rather, Hawks erupted in cheers, while Nezu beamed triumphantly. Beros allowed a rare smile to grace her lips.

Izuku, still beet red, signed the document, sealing his fate. He set the pen down and slumped back in his chair, his head spinning.

“Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Midoriya,” Nezu said warmly.

Beros leaned closer, her voice low enough for only Izuku to hear. “I’ll take good care of you, Izuku.”

And just like that, his brain short-circuited completely.

Notes:

And that's a wrap!

So anyway thanks for the usual support from you guys its means a lot. I wrote this one because I realized I haven't made like a Izuku x one girl in a while so might as well do this.

So yeah that's it. See ya!

Chapter 37: WHO TOOK HIS V?! - Part 6 (Finale)

Summary:

The next day came and it seems Izuku is experiencing some new feelings as of late. The girls finally get their answer. Secrets revealed and something haunting Izuku.

Notes:

Ok so I'm writing this before I go to work so I'll make it short, after such a long time of editing and rewriting this was made. This is the first time I wrote a smut like this so please go easy on me. In any case yes this is the finale, and there's a sequel I'm planning and that will be the last one for this 'series'. Hope you enjoy.

Also notify me if there are continuation errors, or something like that. Thanks bye

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

The afternoon sun filtered through the windows of Class 2-A, casting a warm glow over the students as they settled into their seats. Izuku Midoriya sighed deeply, slumping slightly in his chair. He barely managed to keep his eyes open after a sleepless night. “Busy” wasn’t even the right word for it—Melissa was insistent continuing until the sun rose to the sky. His exhaustion, however, was the least of his worries at the moment.

He gulped audibly as he felt the weight of multiple gazes on him. Looking up hesitantly, he caught the sharp stares of his female classmates. Ochaco, Mina, Momo, and even Jirō were eyeing him with varying degrees of looks that he was afraid to name. Izuku decided to ignore it, offering a nervous chuckle before quickly averting his eyes.

The tension broke as an unexpected shout echoed from outside the classroom.

“Will you please go out with me?!”

The entire class froze, their attention snapping to the windows. Outside, a male student stood bowing deeply in front of a blushing girl. The collective squeal from Mina and Tōru almost drowned out the girl’s response—a shy, “Yes.”

“How bold!” Mina gushed, gripping Tōru’s arm. “Confessing in broad daylight like that? So romantic!”

Iida, ever the rule enforcer, stood abruptly, pushing his glasses up. “This is an educational environment! Such displays of affection during class hours are inappropriate—”

Before he could finish, Satō casually looped an arm around his neck, pulling him into a gentle but firm chokehold. “Relax, Iida. Let the lovebirds have their moment.”

“But… rules…!” Iida protested weakly, his voice muffled.

Meanwhile, Kaminari leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “You know, it takes guts to confess like that. Respect.” He then glanced at Jirō, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “Hey, Jirō. Speaking of guts, how about you and me go out?”

“No.”

Kaminari slumped into a corner, sulking dramatically. Mineta patted his back consolingly. “Don’t worry, bro. There’s plenty of fish in the sea.”

Izuku, however, wasn’t paying attention to the classroom’s antics. His expression had gone blank, his emerald eyes glassy. The faint echo of a voice rang in his ears.

“Will you go out with me?”

The memory was hazy but unmistakable. The voice was soft, sweet, and achingly familiar. Izuku’s hands clenched into fists as a dull ache began to form in his chest.

“Deku?” Ochaco’s concerned voice snapped him back to the present. He blinked rapidly, realizing that the class was almost about to begin as his classmates talked animatedly about relationships. Before anyone could drag him into the conversation, he stood abruptly.

“Sorry, I need to… excuse myself for a moment,” he muttered, bowing slightly before heading for the door.

The hallway felt quieter, but Izuku’s mind was anything but. His thoughts swirled chaotically as he tried to shake off the memory. He barely made it a few steps before a familiar, gruff voice stopped him.

“Midoriya.”

Izuku turned to see Aizawa standing nearby, his usual tired expression tinged with something unreadable.

“The principal wants to see you,” Aizawa said.

Izuku blinked. “The principal? Did he say why?”

Aizawa shook his head. “No. Just head to his office. Now.”

Swallowing his confusion, Izuku nodded and started down the hallway toward Principal Nezu’s office, his earlier thoughts now accompanied by a growing sense of unease.

Nezu’s office was as inviting as ever, a stark contrast to Izuku’s apprehension as he entered. The principal greeted him with a warm smile and gestured for him to sit.

“Relax, Midoriya. You’re not in trouble,” Nezu assured him, sipping tea from his oversized cup.

Izuku exhaled slowly, tension leaving his shoulders. “Oh, that’s good to know.”

Nezu set his cup down. “I wanted to discuss something important. I just received the latest report on Himiko Toga.”

Izuku blinked, leaning forward slightly. “Himiko? She’s still in rehab, right?”

Nezu nodded. “Yes. As you know, she switched sides during the war after her confrontation with Uraraka. Thanks to her actions and willingness to change, she’s been in rehabilitation at Tartarus. The reports indicate she’s been making remarkable progress.”

“That’s… great news!” Izuku’s eyes brightened

Nezu smiled. “Indeed. Toga is set to be released within the week.”

Izuku’s breath caught in his throat. Relief and hope swelled within him. “Really? That’s amazing!”

“However,” Nezu continued, his tone growing serious, “due to her status as an ex-villain, certain measures must be taken. While she’s proven her commitment to change, there are consequences for her past actions. Her release will come with conditions, including guidance from a trusted individual. Since you were instrumental in her decision to switch sides, I wanted to inform you first.”

Izuku nodded, processing the information. “I understand. If there’s anything I can do to help, please let me know.”

Nezu’s expression softened. “Your dedication is appreciated. Now, onto another matter.”

Izuku tilted his head. “Another matter?”

Nezu leaned back in his chair, his sharp eyes glinting. “Midoriya, do you know Lady Nagant?”

Izuku straightened. “Yes. She was a former pro-hero who… killed the chairman of the Hero Public Safety Commission.” He frowned. “What about her?”

“Her perspective on hero society remains… critical,” Nezu said carefully. “But considering your knack for offering people second chances, I wanted to ask: would you be willing to try convincing her to change sides?”

Izuku blinked, stunned. “Excuse me?”

Nezu’s gaze didn’t waver. “Lady Nagant’s views are deeply rooted in her experiences. However, with the right approach, she may be persuaded to join us. You’ve shown time and again that you can reach people others can’t. I believe you might be the key to bringing her over.”

Izuku swallowed hard, his mind racing. “I… I’ll do my best. If there’s a chance to help her see things differently, I’ll take it.”

Nezu smiled approvingly. “I knew I could count on you, Midoriya.”

 

-----

It was late at night, and the warm glow of the kitchen light illuminated Izuku Midoriya as he chopped vegetables with precision. The rhythmic sound of the knife against the cutting board mingled with the occasional giggle from the dining table.

Eri, perched on a booster seat, was engrossed in her math homework, her tiny fingers tapping her pencil against her cheek in thought. Across from her sat Momo Yaoyorozu, her elegant posture somehow managing to make even tutoring look regal.

"You just need to carry the two over here, Eri," Momo said gently, pointing at the equation.

"Ohh, I get it now!" Eri exclaimed, her eyes lighting up.

Momo smiled warmly. "Good job. You'll ace this in no time."

As Eri worked on her problem, Momo turned her attention to Izuku, who was focused on his cooking. "You know, Midoriya, I still remember you struggling with basic quadratic formulas during our first year."

Izuku froze for a moment before turning to her with an exaggerated pout. "Hey, I was busy trying not to get vaporized during training! Math was the last thing on my mind!"

"Excuses, excuses," Momo teased, a playful glint in her eyes.

"You're so mean," Izuku muttered, but the corners of his lips twitched upward.

From his spot near the window, Aoyama, draped dramatically across a chair, sighed wistfully. "Ah, you two are simply magnifique together. Like a charming husband and wife."

Momo's cheeks turned a shade of pink that rivaled Mina's hair, and she let out a flustered laugh. "A-Aoyama, don't say such embarrassing things!"

Izuku, on the other hand, blinked in surprise before breaking into a light-hearted laugh. "Well, if you put it that way, Momo would definitely make a great mom. She’s already got the tutoring part down!"

Momo's blush deepened, and she stammered, "Th-that's not… I mean, thank you, but—!"

Meanwhile, Izuku turned back to his cooking, his laugh trailing off as an unbidden thought crossed his mind. No way someone like her would actually like me. She’s smart, kind, and stunning… I’m just… me.

He didn’t realize he’d zoned out until Eri’s voice broke his train of thought. "Izuku, is dinner ready yet? I’m hungry!"

"Ah! Almost done!" he replied, shaking off his self-doubt with a practiced smile.

Momo, catching the flicker of hesitation in his expression, tilted her head curiously but decided not to pry. Instead, she turned back to Eri, resuming their tutoring session.

Aoyama, ever the romantic, leaned back in his chair with a dreamy sigh. "C'est l'amour, mon ami. The stars will align for you someday, you’ll see."

Izuku didn’t bother responding, though the faint pink on his cheeks betrayed that Aoyama’s words had struck a chord.

 

-----

MIDOCULT


Frogbutt

Okay, so we need to contact the PussyCats, but we don’t have their phone number or work number. What do we do?

Alien

Maybe we could, like, shout really loud and hope they hear us?

Uravity

Mina, that’s… not how sound works.

Mom

Could we write them a formal letter and send it through UA’s administrative office? Surely the school has their contact information.

YouCantSeeMe

Booo, boring! Let’s do something fun like… I don’t know, send a carrier pigeon!

Jacks

Do you even know how to train a pigeon, Tooru?

YouCantSeeMe

… Details.

BigSis

Wait, what about sending them a DM on social media? Do they even have accounts?

DinoMash

No luck there. I checked. None of them are online.

Ultraman

…What about faxing them?

Ghost

Yui, who even uses fax machines anymore?

Vines

Ahem, I believe the virtuous path lies in calling their agency directly. Surely there is a way to reach them through official channels.

Shroom

But do we even know their agency’s number?

Horni

Maybe we could try asking Aizawa-sensei? He seems to know everyone.

FluffMonster

…Or Nezu? He’s creepy-smart, so he probably knows how to reach them.

NoSleepNoFood

If you let me borrow a support drone, I could track their location using GPS!

SimpleGirl

Mei, that’s a bit extreme.

Bubbles

Ooooh, I know! What if we just visit their base? Field trip!

GoodGirl

That’s not practical, Kaoruko. We don’t know where they’re stationed.

Uravity

Okay, okay, so we have a few ideas. Official agency channels, asking our teachers, or… Mei’s drone idea.

Frogbutt

I’m voting for asking Aizawa-sensei. He’s scary, but reliable.

Alien

Scary reliable! Let’s ask him, but like, together so he doesn’t murder us with his scarf.

Jacks

Agreed. Safety in numbers.

Vine

May our teamwork prevail!

Shroom

Is anyone actually writing this down as a plan?

Mom

I already did. I’ll lead the conversation when we ask Sensei.

Uravity

Of course Momo’s ready to organize this. Thanks, Momo!

GoodGirl

Let’s do this tomorrow after class!

Horni

Group hug for moral support!

DinoMash

No hugs until we get those digits!

Frogbutt

Let’s wrap this up. We’ve got a mission, girls.

 

-----

“Good morning, Fuwata-senpai!” Izuku chirped as he approached her near the lockers.

Fuwata looked up and smiled warmly. “Good morning, Midoriya-kun! Ready for another day of heroics and chaos?”

Izuku chuckled nervously. “Always! By the way, I’ve been meaning to ask—did you see Fatgum’s latest takedown? The way he used his Fat Absorption Quirk to trap those villains was incredible! I’ve been analyzing the footage all night.”

Fuwata’s eyes sparkled as if he’d just spoken her love language. “Of course I did! Fatgum is the ultimate hero. The way he blends offense and defense seamlessly is a work of art! I’ve been rewatching his fight with Rappa—it’s like a masterclass in tank strategy!”

The two dove into an animated conversation, gesturing wildly and spouting stats about Fatgum’s combat weight and caloric consumption. Anyone passing by would think they were discussing life-or-death tactics, but no, it was just Fatgum nerding at its finest.

Cue Midnight.

The sultry pro-hero appeared out of seemingly nowhere, leaning against a wall with her trademark mischievous grin. “Oh my, aren’t you two the cutest little lovebirds?”

Both Izuku and Fuwata froze mid-gesture, their faces erupting into shades of red that could rival Kirishima’s hair.

“M-Midnight-sensei!” Izuku stammered, waving his hands frantically. “It’s not like that! We were just talking about—uh—Fatgum!”

“Oh, I’m sure you were,” Midnight teased, tilting her head. “Fatgum analysis, hmm? Is that what the kids are calling it these days?”

“Sensei, please!” Fuwata groaned, burying her face in her hands.

As Izuku and Fuwata awkwardly bid each other goodbye and headed to their respective classes, Izuku couldn’t resist a glance over his shoulder. Midnight was still there, leaning against a corner and watching him leave.

Her expression was... unnervingly playful. The glint in her eyes sent a chill down his spine—no, not a chill. Something warmer. Something… inviting.

Izuku gulped, his face heating up even further.

“Focus, Izuku! Focus on being the greatest hero—not on whatever that was!”

Midnight chuckled to herself as she walked away. “Ah, young love. So predictable, so adorable. And so much fun to meddle in.”

Then Midnight's gaze turned soft running a hand on the scar she had, how lucky it was only a scar…if it wasn’t for a certain hero she would have died right then and there.

 

-FLASHBACK: DURING PARANORMAL LIBERATION ARC INVASION-

Midnight struggled to keep her eyes open as the chaos of the Paranormal Liberation War raged around her. Her body ached, her breaths came shallow, and her quirk reserves were nearly depleted. The horde of villains approached like a tide of malice, their faces twisted with bloodlust.

She knew she wouldn’t make it out of this.

Her mind raced through memories and regrets. Students she’d taught, heroes she’d fought beside. She thought of the lives she’d tried to protect and the ones she couldn’t save. Somewhere above, she knew Izuku Midoriya was facing Tomura Shigaraki, the epicenter of this calamity. Such a bright future, she thought bitterly, and it’s being burned away before it can even begin.

The villains closed in. Midnight tried to move, but her legs gave out beneath her.

Then, a gust of wind. No—a shockwave.

Before her eyes, a blur of green lightning and raw power descended like a meteor. Villains were sent flying, their bodies tumbling through the air like ragdolls as the blur solidified into a figure she instantly recognized.

“Midoriya…?” she whispered hoarsely, barely believing it.

His face was grim, his eyes blazing with a light she’d never seen before. Blackwhip lashed out around him, forming a protective web as he landed in front of her. She could feel the ground tremble beneath his boots.

It was a blur as she was carried somewhere before she knew it she was gently being let down.

“She’s critical,” he said, his voice sharp and commanding despite the quiver in his legs. “Take care of her”

Before anyone could respond, he was gone.

Nemuri’s vision blurred, but she caught a final glimpse of him—green lightning streaking into the air, back toward the heart of the battle. He moved like a thunderbolt, unrelenting and impossible to catch.

 

-END OF FLASHBACK-

 

Midnight giggled. ‘Good thing I rewarded him for that’ she hummed in a thoughtful manner ‘It has been a long time…maybe’

 

-----

Yui Kodai prided herself on being patient. She was quiet, observant, and rarely let herself be consumed by idle curiosity. But this? This was eating her alive.

All the stories she’s been told, about how Izuku was so skilled, how big he was, the amount of women that fell (though admittedly she was one of those people that fell and thirsted for him). This….was making her go crazy

The hunt to find who took Izuku Midoriya’s virginity.

She didn’t care how inappropriate it was. She didn’t care if people judged her. She needed answers, and she needed them now. The girls would be mad at her, but she needed answers…and references…and maybe a turn as well.

So here she was, tracking him down like a bloodhound. She found him in schoolyard, sitting on a bench and scrolling through his phone. He looked so innocent, so oblivious, so… untouched. But he wasn’t. He was an experienced beast that would make any woman melt and gasp…and by god, she wanted to be one of those women. Bless your heart whoever took it.

She marched forward, each step a testament to her resolve. “Midoriya,” she began, her voice calm but direct.

She didn’t get any further.

Before she could get a second word out, a blur of orange barreled into her.

“Not today, Kodai!” Itsuka Kendo shouted, tackling Yui to the floor in a full-on rugby move.

Yui’s eyes widened in shock, her usual stoic expression replaced with indignation. She tried to speak, but Itsuka slapped a hand over her mouth and pinned her to the ground.

“Don’t listen to her, Midoriya!” Itsuka said, her voice carrying a nervous edge. “She’s… uh… she’s just confused! Ignore her!”

Izuku blinked, lowering his phone to watch the spectacle. “Uh… is everything okay?”

“Fine!” Itsuka said, grinning a little too widely. “Everything’s fine! Nothing to see here, just some… uh… friendly dorm shenanigans!”

Yui thrashed in her grip, muffled protests escaping from behind Itsuka’s hand. Her normally calm demeanor was replaced by a fiery determination, her struggles only intensifying as Itsuka held her down.

Izuku tilted his head, still looking concerned. “Are you sure? She seems upset…”

“She’s fine!” Itsuka said quickly. “You know how she is. Quiet. Stoic. Sometimes she just… uh… needs to wrestle it out!”

“...Wrestle it out?” Izuku echoed, raising an eyebrow.

“Y-Yeah! Anyway, uh, speaking of wrestling—are you up for a sparring session later?” Itsuka blurted out, desperate to change the subject.

Izuku’s face brightened. “Oh, definitely! That sounds great! I’ve been meaning to work on my close combat skills with you again!”

“Awesome!” Itsuka said, trying to sound casual as Yui bucked like a wild horse beneath her.

Yui, meanwhile, was nearing her breaking point. She kicked, flailed, and even tried to bite Itsuka’s hand, but the orange-haired girl was too strong.

“Well, I’ll leave you two to, uh, whatever this is,” Izuku said with an awkward chuckle, scratching the back of his head. He gave them a little wave before walking off.

The moment he was out of sight, Yui froze.

Itsuka sighed in relief, letting go of her grip slightly. “Phew, that was close. What the heck were you thinking, Yui?”

“I am no longer patient”

“Calm your thirst dammit”

“Never”

 -----

MIDOCULT


Frogbutt

KENDO.

BigSis

Uh… yes?

Frogbutt

EXPLAIN. NOW.

BigSis

Explain what?

Frogbutt

Why Izuku repeatedly pinned you down during your sparring session!

BigSis

…HOW DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT?!

Frogbutt

I have my ways.

Alien

Froppy out here being sneaky-sneaky. I respect it.

Uravity

Wait, hold up—Izuku PINNED YOU DOWN? Repeatedly?!

BigSis

IT WAS TRAINING! HE’S STRONGER THAN HE LOOKS!

Jacks

This surprises you? He punched a villain 5 stories larger than him and you think you have any chance?

DinoMash

😏 Oh, we know how strong Izuku is, don’t we?

BigSis

SETSUNA, NO!

Jacks

This just keeps getting better. Kendo, you’ve got some explaining to do.

Mom

Everyone, calm down. I’m sure it was nothing untoward. Training can sometimes require close contact.

Frogbutt

OKAY, BUT WHY WAS I NOT INVITED?

BigSis

…What?

Frogbutt

You heard me. Why. Was. I. Not. Invited.

YouCantSeeMe

Tsuyu wants a piece of that action, clearly.

Mom

Should we… really be having this conversation?

Ghost

Probably not, but I can’t look away.

Shroom

Same. This is a trainwreck, but it’s hilarious.

Vines

Sisters, let us not descend into chaos over such trivial matters.

Horni

Too late. Chaos is here.

FluffMonster

I love this. Continue.

BigSis

Look, it wasn’t anything weird! We were just sparring, and Izuku is super focused when he fights! It wasn’t personal!

Frogbutt

I don’t care if it was personal! I just wanna know why I wasn’t invited!

Alien

Tsuyu, you sound like a fangirl who missed her favorite band’s concert.

Frogbutt

Because I AM.

GoodGirl

…Okay, I’m just going to ask the obvious: Tsuyu, how did you know about this?

Frogbutt

I have my ways.

Uravity

Yeah, no, we’re not letting you dodge this one. Spill it.

Frogbutt

Let’s just say a little birdie told me.

Jacks

Or a little frog.

Frogbutt

😉

DinoMash

TSUYU HAS SPIES!

Frogbutt

First off, no. If you’re suggesting that I have my own frogs as spies then no. I do not have that power

Mom

This has officially gone too far. Let’s end this conversation before it spirals further.

Frogbutt

Fine. But next time, Kendo, INVITE ME.

BigSis

Sure, Tsuyu. Whatever you say.

 

-----

TODOROKI FAMILY GROUPCHAT


Shoto

Fuyumi, here is Midoriya’s schedule.

Fuyumi

…Why do I need Midoriya’s schedule, Shoto?

Shoto

So you can ask him out during your free time.

Fuyumi

WHAT?!

Shoto

You’re in love with him.

Fuyumi

I AM NOT!

Shoto

You are. I have evidence.

Fuyumi

Oh, really? What “evidence”?

Shoto

  1. You talk about him at least 3 times a week.
  2. You smiled when his name came up during dinner.
  3. You called him “kind, reliable, and someone who’d make a great father” last week.

Fuyumi

THAT WAS JUST AN OBSERVATION!

Shoto

Observations can reveal true feelings.

Fuyumi

Shoto, stop—

Shoto

I have more. Would you like me to cite my sources?

Fuyumi

Sources?!

Shoto:

  • Dinner conversation, January 15th.
  • Coffee chat, February 3rd.
  • The time you doodled “F+I” in your notebook.

Fuyumi

THAT WAS FOR A LESSON PLAN!

Shoto

Doubtful.

Endeavour

Shoto is correct. Midoriya is an excellent candidate.

Fuyumi

WAIT, WHAT?!

Endeavour

He’s hardworking, determined, and would bring strong genes into the family. I approve.

Fuyumi

DAD, STOP TALKING ABOUT GENES!

Shoto

See? Even Father agrees.

Dabi

Yeah, gotta agree with Icy-Hot  on this one.

Fuyumi

TOUYA?!

Natsuo

HOW DID YOU GET IN THIS CHAT?!

Dabi

Tartarus has Wi-Fi.

Fuyumi

I—THAT’S NOT THE POINT!

Dabi

Anyway, Fuyumi, you’re the only one of us with a shot at a normal life. Go for it.

Fuyumi

I—WHAT ABOUT NATSUO?!

Dabi

Too bland and I don’t think Midoriya swings that way.

Natsuo

RUDE!

Shoto

He’s not wrong.

Fuyumi

YOU’RE ALL INSANE!

Dabi

Just think about it, sis. We have three kids with daddy issues, one of them is in prison, one of them is so socially inept a girl flashes him and he would just shrug, and one is so bland a leaf is much more interesting to watch. You have the best shot at a normal happy life.

Fuyumi

DABI, THAT DOESN’T MAKE THIS BETTER!

Endeavour

Fuyumi, I’ll help plan the wedding if needed.

Fuyumi

I’M NOT MARRYING HIM!

Dabi

Not yet.

Shoto

Give it time.

Natsuo

I hate this family.

Fuyumi

SO DO I!

 

-----

It was a quiet Thursday night, the kind that let the Class 1-A dorms feel a little more like home. Izuku stood at the kitchen sink, sleeves rolled up as he scrubbed at the last plate from dinner. His classmates milled around the common area, their chatter blending into white noise.

“Midoriya, you’ve got a text,” Kirishima called from the couch, waving Izuku’s phone in the air.

“Can you check it for me?” Izuku asked over his shoulder, his hands still soapy.

Kirishima shrugged and unlocked the phone. His easy smile faded as he read the message, his brow furrowing. The room began to quiet, a few classmates looking over at the redhead as he blinked, then squinted at the screen.

Kirishima’s voice dropped to a slower, more deliberate pace as he read aloud:

“‘Midoriya, after careful consideration, I have concluded that the concept of marriage is a brilliant institution. Naturally, you are the optimal candidate to be my bridegroom…’”

Kirishima stopped reading, his brain visibly struggling to process the words. Mina, lounging nearby, dropped her phone. Sero paused mid-stretch. Even Bakugo looked up from his spot on the armchair, narrowing his eyes.

“...What?” Kaminari finally managed, breaking the silence.

Kirishima swallowed hard and continued. “‘While I understand your initial hesitation, I interpret your respectful declines as a sign that you are simply not ready—yet. Rest assured, I will persist.’”

Izuku froze mid-scrub, his hands still covered in soap suds.

In a blink, he spun around and lunged for the phone, yanking it out of Kirishima’s hands with desperation usually reserved for life-or-death situations. His face was a mix of panic and mortification.

“I can explain!” he blurted.

“Bro, what did we just hear?” Kaminari asked, his grin stretching impossibly wide.

Mina smirked. “Midoriya, is there something you’ve been hiding from us?”

“She’s just being nice!” Izuku insisted, holding his phone like it might explode. “Maybe she’s...using me as a reference for her future husband! There’s no way she’s serious!”

“Reference?” Kirishima looked skeptical. “She literally called you her ‘optimal candidate.’”

“First, we find out you’re not a virgin, and now this?” Kaminari said, snickering. “What’s next, you’ve got a harem?”

The room fell silent. Everyone stared at Kaminari, who blinked and slowly realized the weight of his words.

“Oh,” he said quietly.

“Oh?” Bakugo repeated, pulling out his phone. “You’re dead, Sparky.”

Iida groaned, slamming his head gently against the wall. “Why must you always speak without thinking, Kaminari?”

“Wait, wait! I didn’t mean it like that!” Kaminari waved his hands, his voice rising in panic.

Sero laughed so hard he wheezed, clutching his stomach as he slid off the couch.

“I-it’s not what it sounds like!” Izuku shouted, clutching his phone like it was his last lifeline.

But the damage was done. Bakugo had already started recording, Kirishima was scribbling out Kaminari’s “last will and testament,” and the dorm erupted into chaos.

While the chaos in the common room unfolded like a poorly rehearsed comedy, the girls sat on the sidelines, exchanging knowing looks. They had already been made aware of Izuku’s virgin status—or lack thereof—thanks to Kaminari’s legendary blunder during one of his infamous "accidental mass chats." For the sake of their friendship and trust, however, they feigned surprise.

Naturally, Mina was the first to dive headfirst into the drama.

“Alright, Midori!” she said, all but bouncing over to him as the guys continued their own brand of chaos in the background. “Spill the tea! Who’s the lucky lady?”

“Mina, please…” Izuku groaned, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Come on, don’t leave us hanging! Was it romantic? Spicy? Romantic and spicy?”

Momo, ever the voice of reason (or so she liked to think), placed a hand on Mina’s shoulder. “Mina, give him some space. This isn’t the sort of thing we should pressure him to share.”

Then she hesitated, glancing at Izuku with a curiosity she could no longer suppress. “But, um...if you did want to tell us…”

“Momo!” Izuku exclaimed, his face turning a deeper shade of red.

Ochaco, who had been watching quietly, crossed her arms and sighed. “Guys, seriously. This isn’t something we should be prying into.” She paused, then added under her breath, “Even if it is kind of surprising…”

Izuku heaved a sigh. There was no escaping this, was there? At least Eri was safely upstairs, far removed from the conversation.

“All right,” he said, holding up his hands in defeat. “I’ll tell you the truth, but only if you promise to drop it after.”

The girls leaned in eagerly, even Ochaco betraying a hint of curiosity.

“It happened somewhere around the time of the festival and the hero ranking announcement last year,” Izuku admitted, his voice low but steady. “That’s all I’m saying. I won’t tell you who it was.”

To his relief, the girls nodded, though Mina still looked like she wanted to press for more details.

“Fine, fine,” she said, throwing up her hands. “We respect your privacy. For now.”

Izuku sighed in relief, though the weight of Saiko’s earlier message still hung over him like a raincloud.

Excusing himself from the growing noise, he trudged to his room. Once inside, he flopped onto his bed, staring at the ceiling.

The words of Saiko Intelli’s message replayed in his mind, unrelenting.

“You are the optimal candidate to be my bridegroom…”

Izuku let out a dry laugh, shaking his head. “Me? A good candidate for being a partner…”

Then, unbidden, a voice from his past echoed in his mind.

"Who would want to be with a useless Deku like you?"

His smile faltered. The words no longer stung as sharply as they once did, but they still lingered, a shadow at the edges of his thoughts.

“Yeah,” he murmured to himself, his smile small and tinged with sadness. “Who would?”

Back in the common room, the chaos simmered down to a manageable level—at least for a moment. Kaminari sighed in relief, grateful to have survived the storm of questions and accusations relatively unscathed.

That is, until he felt a heavy hand on his shoulder.

Turning slowly, his face drained of color when he came face to face with Bakugo, who was holding a very menacing-looking shovel.

“The nerd isn’t here to punish you,” Bakugo said, his voice low and full of dangerous intent. “So I’m here. Now, grab this and start digging your own grave.”

Kaminari yelped, scrambling backward and waving his hands in a desperate attempt to defuse the situation. “Wait, wait, Bakugo! It was an accident, I swear! I didn’t mean to—!”

“No excuses!” Bakugo barked, shoving the shovel into Kaminari’s chest. “You violated bro code, and now you’re gonna pay for it. Outside. NOW.”

Kaminari turned to Iida, his last hope for salvation. “Iida, come on, man! You’re the class rep! Say something!”

Iida, standing rigid and adjusting his glasses, gave Kaminari a stern look of disapproval. “While I do not condone the act of forcing you to dig your own grave, I cannot overlook the severity of your breach of trust.”

“See?!” Kaminari cried, clutching at straws. “Iida’s on my side!”

“However,” Iida continued, his voice growing colder, “you must be educated on proper friendship and secrecy etiquette.”

Kaminari blinked, confused but cautiously optimistic. “Uh…okay? So no grave?”

Iida stepped to the side, revealing his laptop already connected to the common room’s large screen. The first slide of a presentation titled ‘Friendship and Confidentiality: A 1204-Slide Educational Journey’ lit up the display.

“Your punishment,” Iida announced gravely, “will be a thorough understanding of why your actions were inappropriate. Please prepare to take notes. I will allow no interruptions!”

Kaminari sank to his knees, the weight of his fate finally dawning on him. “I think I’d rather dig the grave…” he muttered under his breath.

 

-----

Friday morning was peaceful as Izuku jogged through the familiar streets, the cool breeze helping clear his mind. He mentally listed the things he could do today: training, errands, maybe catching up on some paperwork—it was shaping up to be just another normal day.

His musings were abruptly interrupted when something—or someone—slammed into him with the force of a freight train, knocking the wind out of him.

“IZUKU!!!” came the delayed shout.

Wait… the impact came before the yell?

Dazed, Izuku looked down to see none other than Nejire Hado, sitting atop him with a bright, excitable smile. She greeted him cheerfully, her energy as boundless as ever, and immediately started firing off a barrage of questions.

“How’s life, Izuku? Have you been eating well? Do you miss me? Did you miss me a lot? What about a little?!”

“Nejire-senpai—” Izuku tried to get a word in, but her enthusiasm was like a tidal wave, washing over any attempts at interruption.

Her questions ranged from mundane to bizarre to downright confusing, and before he knew it, Izuku found himself leaning back on his forearms to process the onslaught.

Nejire, however, wasn’t done.

Suddenly, her demeanor shifted. Her bright smile turned into something more mischievous—dangerous, even—and she leaned closer. Before Izuku could ask what was going on, she shifted her weight slightly, grinding against him in a way that sent a sharp jolt through his body.

“G-Gah!” Izuku gasped, his face instantly turning red.

Nejire leaned into his ear, her voice low and teasing. “I missed you,” she whispered, her breath warm against his skin. “If you’re not busy this afternoon, I want you to meet someone.”

“W-who?” Izuku stammered, struggling to form coherent words.

“Yuyu!” Nejire chirped, her smile returning to its usual innocent brightness, as if the previous moment hadn’t happened. “She’s been soooo excited to meet you. I told her all about you, and she really wants to get to know you!”

Izuku blinked, his brain still catching up to the situation. “Uh… Yuyu? You mean, Haya-senpai?”

“Yep!” Nejire nodded enthusiastically, bouncing slightly, which only made things worse for Izuku’s flustered state. “So, what do you say? You free this afternoon?”

Izuku’s mouth opened, but no words came out. Izuku nodded awkwardly, still trying to process what had just happened. Nejire beamed, as if everything was perfectly normal, and gracefully lifted herself off him.

“Great! I’ll text you the location later, Izuku~!” she chirped before activating her quirk and flying away in a swirl of energy.

As Izuku sat there, still catching his breath and trying to rein in his spiraling thoughts, an unwelcome development unfolded in his mind.

"Oh, looks like the kid’s got himself a date~!" teased Banjo, his voice full of mirth.

"And with a cute, energetic senpai too," Yoichi, clearly amused.

"Quality time, huh? I wonder if they’ll manage not to break the bed this time," said Bruce, their tone mock-serious.

Izuku’s face turned scarlet. “W-what?! That’s not—!”

"Or wake the neighbors again,” Hikage added with a laugh.

The teasing barrage only stopped when Nana Shimura stepped in, her maternal instincts kicking in. "Alright, that’s enough out of all of you!" she scolded, her voice firm but kind. "Leave the poor kid alone. He’s already flustered enough."

The voices quieted down, though Izuku could still feel their lingering amusement. Nana offered him a reassuring smile. "Good luck, Izuku," she said simply before fading back into the recesses of his mind.

Izuku let out a long sigh, rubbing his face as he tried to calm down. “Why is my life like this…” he muttered before forcing himself to get up and continue his jog.

The quiet rhythm of his footsteps helped clear his head a bit, but just as he was starting to find his groove, a familiar voice called out to him.

“Midoriya?”

Izuku glanced to the side to see Itsuka Kendo jogging toward him. She fell into stride next to him, her pace matching his with ease.

“Morning, Kendo!” he greeted mid-jog, his tone cheerful despite everything.

“Morning. I’m surprised to see you,” she replied, looking genuinely curious. “You’re usually way ahead of me when it comes to morning runs.”

Izuku chuckled, scratching the back of his head as he jogged. “Yeah, I got a little distracted this morning. A senpai stopped by, and we talked for a bit.”

Itsuka raised an eyebrow. “A senpai? Who?”

“Nejire Hado,” Izuku answered, not realizing the potential implications until after the words left his mouth.

“Oh?” Itsuka’s tone shifted slightly, a glimmer of intrigue in her expression. “What were you two talking about?”

Izuku suddenly felt like he was jogging on thin ice. “Uh… nothing much. She just wanted to… catch up!” he said, his voice a little too high-pitched to be convincing.

“Hmm…” Itsuka gave him a knowing smile but didn’t press further. “Well, if you say so.”

As Izuku and Itsuka continued their jog, they paused for a quick water break near one of the school’s fountains. Itsuka wiped the sweat off her brow and noticed something odd: Izuku barely looked winded.

“You’re barely even tired,” she pointed out, narrowing her eyes. “How long do you usually run in the morning, Midoriya?”

Izuku chuckled sheepishly. “Well, my routine takes a little longer than most.”

“How long is ‘a little longer’?” Itsuka asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Well…” Izuku hesitated, scratching the back of his neck. “You know how you said you do three laps around campus before getting ready for classes?”

“Yeah?”

“I usually do ten laps,” he admitted casually.

Itsuka choked on the water she was drinking. “Ten?!” she exclaimed, staring at him in disbelief. “How do you even have time to get ready for school?”

Izuku shrugged modestly. “I guess I’m just… really fast.”

Itsuka’s brain supplied an unhelpful thought. ‘Guess that’s where his stamina comes from.’

She flushed bright red, unbidden memories of Izuku’s “adventurous” sex life flashing in her mind. She quickly stood up, determined to shake off the embarrassing thought. “Alright then, let’s see if I can keep up with your routine,” she declared, refusing to back down.

Izuku blinked, but his competitive spirit wouldn’t let him refuse. “Sure, let’s go!”

Meanwhile, back at the 2B dormitory, the morning was slowly coming to life. Ibara was in the kitchen, calmly cooking breakfast, while a few of the boys—Awase, Tsuburaba, and Kaibara—were sluggishly trying to wake up.

The peaceful morning atmosphere was disrupted when they heard shuffling and voices coming from outside.

“Sounds like Kendo,” Awase muttered, sipping his coffee. “Who’s the other voice, though?”

“Midoriya, maybe?” Tsuburaba guessed. “They’ve been hanging out a lot recently.”

The group fell silent, listening more closely, but what they heard next made their jaws drop.

Itsuka’s voice, loud and frustrated: “You really go rough, Midoriya! I can’t even feel my legs!”

Izuku’s response, calm and lighthearted: “It just takes time to get used to it.”

“That’s easy for you to say!” Itsuka retorted. “You’re not even tired, and I’m completely drenched in sweat!”

Izuku chuckled. “Well, I got sweaty too, you know.”

The dorm went dead silent.

Ibara, who had been stirring a pot of miso soup, froze mid-motion, her face turning red as her mind instantly plunged into the gutter.

Tsuburaba was the first to voice what everyone was thinking. “There’s no way that’s what it sounds like… right?”

Ibara, still flustered, tried to regain composure. “I-I’m sure it’s not…! They’re probably just—”

Her attempt at reasoning was cut short when the dorm door opened, and in walked Izuku, carrying a sweaty, exhausted Itsuka on his back.

“Good morning!” Izuku greeted cheerfully, seemingly oblivious to the tension in the room.

Itsuka groaned, resting her head on his shoulder. “I’m never doing that again… You’re insane, Midoriya.”

Everyone in the room stared in stunned silence, their faces a mixture of shock and mortification.

Tsuburaba’s mouth moved, but no words came out. Finally, Awase summed up everyone’s thoughts: “What the hell did we just walk into?”

Ibara fainted.

“IBARA!”

 

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MIDOCULT

 

DinoMash

🚨CODE RED!🚨 I REPEAT, CODE RED! MIDORIYA FUCKED BIGSIS!

BigSis

SETSUNA, WHAT THE HELL?! 😡

DinoMash

THEN EXPLAIN WHY YOU CARRIED HER SWEATY, EXHAUSTED SELF INTO THE 2B DORM!

BigSis

BECAUSE I TRIED HIS JOGGING ROUTINE! I DIED HALFWAY, AND HE HELPED ME OUT! THAT’S ALL!

Frogbutt

I tried his jogging once. 🐸 Don’t recommend it. I thought my lungs would explode.

Alien

Are you sure there wasn’t a sneaky “pulled to a bush” situation there? 😉

BigSis

MINA, NO!

Mom

Please, everyone, let’s be reasonable. It sounds like a misunderstanding.

YouCantSeeMe

I dunno, Momo… BigSis did say her legs were gone. 👀

Vines

Misinterpretation is a sin. Let us not indulge in gossip. 🙏

FluffMonster

This group has no chill. Poor Midoriya.

Jacks

Moving on—how are we finding the Pussycats? We’re out of leads.

Ultraman

They’re practically ghosts now.

Ghost

You rang? 👻

Shroom

Maybe they’ve gone underground, like spores waiting to bloom.

NoSleepNoFood

Or they’re upgrading their equipment. I could help with that.

SimpleGirl

…strange

FluffMonster

What is?

SimpleGirl

The principal shared a post on the Hero Network.

Shroom: He did? That’s rare

DinoMash: It is but thank god. We have a new lead! Mandalay, Ragdoll and Pixiebob are on an onsen trip

Alien: Finally, we’re gonna get our answers.

YouCan’tSeeMe: But how are going to get there, we have afternoon classes. It’s gonna be nighttime the moment we’re there and I doubt we’re gonna make it past curfew.

Alien: Drats. Momo?

Mom: No, I do not own a jet fast enough to fly us there.

Alien: Dang. Mei?

NoSleepNoFood: Teleportation baby is not yet done.

Alien: Double dang.

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Cut to Real Life

Class 2A sat quietly in the common room, staring in confusion as the announcement came through the speakers:

Nezu’s Voice: “Good morning subje—I mean Students. We’ll be having a half-day today and curfew will be ignored for just this day as long as you have permission and you continuously update us of your location if you ever plan to go out. That is all.”

Everyone blinked in surprise.

Aizawa stared at the speakers "What’s that damn rodent up to now?"

-----

Back to the Chat

DinoMash

HALF-DAY, PEOPLE! ONSEN TRIP! LET’S GOOOOO!

Mom

I’ll handle the expenses. 💳

Frogbutt

All right, who’s asking for permission? Not it

Alien

Not it

YouCan’tSeeMe

Not it

Jacks

Not it

Mom

Not it

Uravity

Dammit! 😡

Jacks

Go Ochako

BigSis

Sets you ask for permission

DinoMash

Why me?!

BigSis

Because I said so

 

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Izuku gulped as he stared down at his phone, reading the text from Nejire. She had just confirmed their meeting for later in the day after he told her about the half-day announcement. It left him a few hours to clean up and prepare. A shower was definitely in order after his morning jog.

As he walked alongside his classmates, heading back to the dorms, he overheard some chatter from the group.

‘Looks like the girls are going on an onsen with the 2B girls’ Izuku thought as he listened in. Mei was coming as well. he saw Mei before they left, he’d gently remind her about the importance of hygiene in public baths. ‘Glad they became fast friends with Melissa, though she wasn’t joining since she was on I’-sland’

Just as Izuku was about to tune out the banter, something—or rather someone—caught his eye. A girl with chestnut brown hair styled in a bob cut walked past him. His breath hitched, and he stopped dead in his tracks, his heart racing.

“Naomi?” he called out instinctively.

The girl paused mid-step and turned to face him. For a brief moment, Izuku’s breath caught again. In her place, he saw someone else—a girl with chestnut hair and amber eyes, gazing at him with gentle familiarity. But just as quickly, the image vanished, and the girl in front of him had emerald eyes and her hair tied back in a ponytail.

“Sorry,” Izuku stammered, blinking rapidly. “I thought you were someone else.”

The girl smiled politely. “It’s fine. You’re... Midoriya Izuku, right?” Her eyes lit up with recognition. “You’re Deku! The one who fought in the war and won! I’ve been a fan for ages senpai.”

Izuku scratched the back of his neck, his face flushing. “Uh, thanks. That’s really kind of you.”

The girl fidgeted nervously before gathering her courage. “I... um... I was wondering if you’re single. There’s this restaurant my mom loves, and maybe we could hang out sometime?”

Before Izuku could even begin to formulate a response, he felt himself being yanked backward by the collar of his shirt.

“He’s single and not interested,” Bakugo barked, stepping in between them.

“Kacchan!” Izuku gasped, flailing as he tried to steady himself.

The girl’s eyes widened in alarm, and she quickly bowed before scurrying off, clearly intimidated by Bakugo’s presence.

“Bakugo!” Ochaco exclaimed, stepping forward with a disapproving frown. “That was completely uncalled for!”

“She was wasting his time,” Bakugo said bluntly, crossing his arms. “Deku doesn’t have time for extras with stupid ideas.”

Izuku sighed, rubbing his temples. “Kacchan, you didn’t have to scare her off like that. I could’ve handled it myself.”

“You were just standing there blushing like an idiot,” Bakugo retorted. “So no, you couldn’t.”

 

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The onsen’s steamy atmosphere was thick with anticipation as the girls of Class 2-A and 2-B, plus a few extras like Mei, finally arrived at their destination. Momo had ensured everything went off without a hitch—first-class transportation, luxurious accommodations, and most importantly, securing the same room as the elusive Pussycats. The truth was within their grasp.

With the subtlety of a wrecking ball, the girls flung the sliding door open, startling the three women relaxing inside. Mandalay, Ragdoll, and Pixiebob jumped, towels barely clinging to their forms as they turned to face the intruders.

Mandalay blinked, then smiled warmly, masking her surprise. “Well, this is a surprise! What brings you all here?”

But before pleasantries could even take root, Mina stepped forward with the precision of a seasoned investigator.

“Was it you, Mandalay?!” Mina demanded, pointing dramatically. “Are you the one who took Izuku’s virginity?!”

The room fell into stunned silence. Mandalay’s face turned a deep shade of crimson, her jaw working as if searching for words that wouldn’t come.

“Yes, she did.”

All heads snapped toward Ragdoll, who grinned shamelessly, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“What?!” several girls shouted in unison, their voices echoing through the bathhouse.

“Yep!” Ragdoll said, seemingly unfazed by the incredulous looks she was getting. “Mandalay took it.”

The girls erupted into cheers, clapping each other on the back as if they’d just solved the greatest mystery of their lives. The celebration was quickly cut short by the stern owner of the onsen, who appeared with a scowl and a finger pressed to her lips.

“Keep it down!” she hissed.

“Sorry!” the girls chorused, bowing their heads sheepishly.

After an hour of soaking, they left the baths to avoid turning into prunes. Dressed in yukata and lounging in the relaxation area, they gathered around the Pussycats, eager to debrief.

Mandalay sighed, rubbing her temples. “I can’t believe you girls came all the way here for this.”

Pixiebob still looked like she was trying to process the information. “Wait, wait. You’re telling me that not only are most of the girls in 2-A and 2-B in love with Midoriya, but they went on a full-blown investigation to find out who took his virginity?”

“For reference,” Ibara added solemnly.

“And pride,” Setsuna chimed in with a grin.

Mandalay exhaled deeply, glancing at Ragdoll, who was practically glowing with delight. “I don’t know whether to feel flattered or horrified.”

“Both!” Ragdoll chirped.

Ragdoll leaned closer to the group, her grin widening. “So, what’s next? Are you gonna start a fan club or something?”

The girls exchanged looks, considering the suggestion.

“Actually,” Mei began, a gleam in her eye, “We’re in a cult”

No,” Momo interjected, horrified. “We are not a cult”

Ragdoll laughed so hard she almost fell out of her seat, while Mandalay buried her face in her hands. Pixiebob quietly excused herself to find the nearest strong drink.

The room settled into an awkward silence as the girls leaned in closer, their curiosity burning like a thousand suns.

“So…” Mina began, twirling a finger in the air as if to prompt Mandalay. “How exactly did it happen? We need details. When, where, how—don’t leave anything out!”

Mandalay flushed crimson, avoiding their eager gazes. “I-I don’t think this is something I should—”

“I’ll tell it!” Ragdoll volunteered with a grin, practically bouncing in her seat.

No!” Mandalay snapped, cutting her off with a glare. She took a deep breath, realizing there was no escaping this interrogation. “Fine. I’ll tell you.”

The girls sat back, satisfied, as Mandalay composed herself. Her face was still bright red, and her voice was hesitant at first.

“It happened last year… around the time we visited your dorms after the Culture Festival,” Mandalay began, still unable to meet their gazes. “After we visited Class 1-B, we… well, we texted Izuku to meet us in his room for…”

She trailed off, her blush deepening.

“For what?” Setsuna prompted, grinning like a shark.

Mandalay hesitated, then muttered, “…A thank-you gift.”

The girls froze for a moment before bursting into chaotic chatter.

“A thank-you gift?!” Mina shrieked, grabbing Ibara’s shoulders and shaking her. “That’s the excuse they used?!”

“I mean, it makes sense,” PixieBob said, smirking. “Izuku did help save Kota and all.”

“Wait, wait, wait!” Ochaco interjected, her face as red as her quirk’s activation. “What kind of thank-you gift are we talking about?!”

Mandalay covered her face with her hands. “I can’t do this…”

“Too late!” Ragdoll chimed in, nudging her with a mischievous grin. “Come on, Mandy, they’re dying to know!”

Mandalay groaned. “Sex okay, it was sex. PixieBob suggested it and I declined at first but….”

“But…?” Mina prodded.

“You couldn’t resist,” Setsuna finished with a smirk.

Mandalay buried her face in her hands. “I couldn’t resist,” she admitted in a muffled voice.

The girls erupted into cheers once again, their excitement barely contained.

“Come on all the deets”

“Fine”

 

-FLASHBACK-

There they said it. Mandalay, Pixiebob, and Ragdoll stood there with Izuku in front of them eyes wide open and mouth opening and closing like a fish. After visiting Class 1B they headed here and sent a text to Izuku that they were coming to his room for something. They asked to not notify his sleeping classmates. They sneaked to his room and after some greetings, they told him about their offer

Sex.

Izuku saved Kota and as a thank you, they decided to have sex with him. Well, mainly Mandalay the other two was only there for guidance and emotional support.

“WHAT?!” He shouted then covered his mouth praying his neighbors didn’t hear him. “I-Wha-Huh” he fumbled words until he crossed his arms “N-No thanks you don’t r-r-really have to d-do this. I’m fine, I’m a hero. I can’t just accept it like this”

“Oh Izuku~” Pixiebob purred latching on his arms “If you’re thinking we don’t want to do this, then you’re dead wrong. We want to”

“B-B-B-B-But”

“Besides!” Ragdoll latched on his other arm “Think of it as training when you finally get a girlfriend”

Mandalay yanked the two of them away and slapped both of their heads “Don’t pressure him you two, we agreed that we’ll do it only if he says yes.” She looked at Izuku and smiled warmly “You can say no, we won’t take offense to that”

“I-It’s not that I don’t want to” He fidgeted “I-It’s just that…are you sure you wanna do it with me?” He looked down and Mandalay grabbed his cheeks and made him look at her

“Yes, honestly I wouldn’t mind it”

Izuku gulped “Th-then…yeah…sure”

The girls cheered and Mandalay chuckled “So how do you want to start? Do you want to go right at it or take it slow”

“I-I-I don’t know…I uhhh…never..done it before” Izuku confessed and Pixiebob hugged him from behind

“So a virgin, don’t worry you have us to guide you all the way”

“Th-thanks” Izuku blushed feeling two very soft things on his back.

“Well might as well start at a kiss” Mandalay cupped his cheek and looked into his eyes asking if it was all right, he nodded and she softly kissed him.

 

(ノ*・ω・)ノ-SMUT ALERT--SMUT ALERT-(ノ*・ω・)ノ

 

Guiding him to the bed she softly pushed him and sank on her knees slowly trailing kisses downwards from his neck and caressing his stomach as her hands went lower

“Mmph!” his muffled surprise made her look up seeing Pixiebob kissing him. Rag doll was on her right

“Don’t forget about us~” cooed Ragdoll hands on the hem of his shorts. “Let's see what we’re working with” She and Mandalay pulled and audibly gasped at the sheer meat that sprang. Even Pixiebob stopped eating his face staring at Izuku’s tool

It was big and veiny, almost as long as her arm, and thick enough that she required two hands just to get around it. Mandalay gulped she had never seen anyone this big before, her toys paled in comparison.

*Gasp* Izuku gasped as Ragdoll wasted no time and started licking

“HEY!” Mandalay complained, Ragdoll ignored her and planted kisses on his shaft. Mandalay not wanting to be left behind went down and licked his balls kissing and licking it all over. Izuku gasped, looking up she saw Pixiebob sucking the head. So all in all teamwork was evident as they worked on Izuku’s tool. They changed positions after a few seconds making sure Izuku would feel their lips all over his cock.

Mandalay became brave and started sucking him properly as she moved her head forward humming as she felt him in her throat ‘God I want this inside me’ She slowly bobbed her head back and forth. Izuku let out a muffled moan.

He gasped and gripped her hair. “Wa-wa-ait!” Taking this as a sign all three of them pulled back. Mandalay panted and she could see him twitch.

“What’s *pant* wrong?”

Izuku gulped “I-I…was about to..blow”

The three women blinked and giggled. Mandalay kissed the tip making him gasp “Izu~” she kissed it again “This is your reward, don’t hold back~” Ragdoll and Pixiebob joined her. Ragdoll whispered something to Pixiebob who grinned

“Ok my turn Izu~” Pixiebob lightly pushed Mandalay as she kissed the tip then opened her mouth, humming as it filled her mouth. Then Ragdoll grabbed Pixiebob by the back of the head and pushed her head deeper. Izuku gasped and gripped the sheets. Ragdoll wasn’t done pulling Pixie’s head back and shoving it deeper. She repeated this process over and over again until she was fully sheathed. Izuku groaned. Manadalay blinked seeing her friend get shoved back and forth.

Ragdoll then teased Izuku as she kept pushing and pulling Pixie’s head on Izuku’s length “Come on Izuku, give this blonde slutty kitty her milk. Do it. Cum, Do it.”

Izuku groaned grabbed Pixie’s head himself and shoved her deeper. He groaned, releasing her for a moment. Pixiebob pulled back but Izuku wasn’t done cumming as his seed then splattered her face and chest, Ragdoll without missing a beat aimed it to her and drenched herself with his seed.

Mandalay stared as her two friends were covered with Izuku’s semen ‘Holy hell he came that much?!’

Not wanting to be left out she grabbe Pixiebob’s face and kissed her and licked her face, Pixie groaned and kissed her as well intent on taking back her well-deserved cum. Ragdoll came and kissed them aswell. It turned to at three-way makeout session. Pulling back they panted, looking at Izuku they saw him rock hard once more. He blushed “Y-yeah…I uh…it takes a while to calm down”

“Good, then you can go for more” They slowly stood up but Izuku stopped them

“Actually” he scratched his cheek “I was thinking of….returning the favor? If it’s all right..” The woman blinked then giggled

“Why what a gentleman. Sure”

“Since Mandalay is the star tonight, you eat her out. We’ll guide you how to dot it” Izuku gulped “But first off, these clothes” Ragdoll winked as she removed her top, she was followed by the two women and now they were naked. Izuku not wanting to be left somewhat clothed, tossed his shirt aside and shimmied out of his shorts.

Mandalay laid on his bed and spread her legs blushing in embarrassment as she did so.

Izuku gulped and joined her. On his right was Pixiebob and on his left was Ragdoll.

Ragdoll said, “When you're eating out a woman you want to make sure you take your time. Go slow and take your time with her pussy, making sure to go from top to bottom.”

Pixiebob added, “Make sure to pay attention to her clit. It's one of the most sensitive parts of a woman's vagina.”

Mandalay chimed in, “Remember, not everyone likes to be fingered.”

Izuku nodded eagerly. “Got it.” He turned to face Mandalay and started giving her a light massage on her thighs before he made his way towards her pussy. He gave the head of her clit a nice long lick, before moving down to her entrance where he lightly licked at the edge.

Mandalay moaned and began to push herself down onto Izuku. Ragdoll grabbed her hips and helped Mandalay push down on Izuku's face. He licked back up towards her clit as Pixiebob said, “Lick her pussy, you stupid idiot.” Ragdoll laughed and continued to help Mandalay.

Izuku focused on her clit and massaged her thighs with his fingers. The girls then said to make sure to listen to the sounds of his partner, if she moans keep hitting that spot that's the sweet spot for her. And if she says to do more or less of something that means he's on the right track.

Izuku did so and began prodding her insides with his tongue making her moan

“Good job. You're doing great, just keep that up and I'm sure she'll cum in no time,” Ragdoll said.

“Yeah, just remember when she's about to cum that's when you want to slow back down and let her ride it out. If you continue too much, you can pull her out of her orgasm. And then she'll be frustrated.”

Izuku’s body went on full autopilot as he listened to their insturctions

Mandalay didn’t even need to wonder if he was doing it right. Pleasure shot up through her stopping any though she had ‘Goddamn, and he’s a freaking virgin!’

Mandalay with her eyes closed wrapped her legs around Izuku. Ragdoll looked at Mandalay with a smirk on her face. She was proud of her. She leaned in close to Mandalay, who was moaning and trying to push down onto Izuku, and said, “Is this what you wanted?”

Mandalay panted and said, “Yessss.” She groaned as she tried to push Izuku deeper, grinding on his face she did so. She couldn’t hear her friends instructions all she knew now was Izuku’s skillful tongue making her feel good. And by god did it feel good

“Shit I’m gonna--” she didn’t get a chance to finish her sentence as everything went white. When she came to she felt someone's lips on hers. She blinked and kissed back grabbing that person's head making the kiss get deeper. They pulled away and it was Pixiebob who kissed her

“Can’t have the neighbors waking up now do we?”

Mandalay panted then jolted as she felt something poking her thigh. Izuku sheepishly looked at her as his dick was painfully hard. From her perspective, she was having doubts that things could even fit

“To be fair…you look hot right now Mandalay-san”

“Shino” she breathed and sat up “You’re about to rearrange my insides so might as well drop the hero names.” She then made him lay down and got on top of him, she aimed his dick on her entrance making them both shudder at the contact. “Read?” she looked at him and he nodded hand on her hips.

She then slowly sank herself making them both moan, as much as it was tempting to just shove it all in, it had been some time since her last action, even her toys paled in comparison to Izuku, and she had to take it slow. She rose back up slightly and sank herself further, she repeated the process until she felt alteast a few inches were inside her. Looking down she estimated that she got at least 8 inches in. ‘And there’s still more…’ she looked into his eyes and smiled “Congrats on losing your virginity Izuku~”

She sank herself further until she bottomed him out. She never felt so full, his cock was fully sheathed in her making them both moan when she grinded slightly. Time to start the real party. She went up and sank back down faster than before she repeated the process until she found a good rhythm.

It was at this point that the neighbors could go to hell and Mandalay freely moaned and the bed hit the wall several times as she got down.

Izuku’s face was then blocked by an ass. The ass belonged to Ragdoll.

“Make that tongue work cutie~” Shino heard Ragdoll moaned as she placed her hands on the wall. Shino’s head was then turned to meet Pixiebobs lips.

So there they were Mandalay bouncing on Izuku’s cock, Pixiebob and her making out while Ragdoll was being eaten out by Izuku. And by the sound of her moans, he was doing a good job.

Her climax suddenly began to make an appearance as she wasn’t prepared for the sudden spike of pleasure rocking her body. She let out a startled gasp but Pixiebob didn’t let her go. Ragdoll also seemed to reach her climax as she shuddered.

Ragdoll got off Izuku whose face was drenched with Ragdoll's juices, leaning down she kissed him and started making out. Izuku carrased her hair and she felt him thrust up ‘Oh he hasn’t cum yet’ Izuku continued making out with her as his thrust became wilder and faster

‘Shit shit shi hsshstt sfgkl’ Mandalay’s mind was going blank as Izuku desperately tried to get his release with each thrust being faster than the last.

She was able to hear Pixiebob saying “Damn” and Ragdolls “Guess she’s not walking after this.”

Izuku’s grunt was the sign he was about to release before she could say inside he pulled out laid her down and jerked himself off.

His release was immediate as wave after wave of his seed came flowing. It got her face, hair, and chest. She panted as he sat on his legs.

They starred at each other for a moment until Pixiebob asked one question

“Why did you pull out?”

Ragdoll chimed in “I mean good pullout game but uhhh you didn’t really have to”

“…..Eh?” Izuku panted

“We’re on birth control Izuku” Shino smiled after cleaning herself up to the best of her ability “We planned this remember, we came prepared”

“Still that was very considerate of you Izu~” Pixiebob hugged him “But no worries. No mini-Modiryas will be running anytime soon”

“So meaning…” Ragdoll purred crawling to him “You can cum as much time as you want inside of us”

“What do you say Izu~” Mandalay laid back down “Ready for round two?”

Izuku panted and looked at the clock

11:34 PM

Izuku smiled and nodded.

11:55 PM

Shino stared in astonishment as Ryuko was left breathless as she clutched the bed sheets as if her life depended on it. And by the way Izuku intensely pounded her she wouldn’t blame her if it was. Izuku growled as he trapped her limbs in a full nelson and began to relentlessly pound her as she just panted, gasped, and moaned

1:01 AM

Shino with her back arched threw her head back as she squirted hard for whatever fucking time it was. Izuku bucked his hips and came hard as well filling her up once more. She was gently laid down as Izuku went and kissed Ragdoll and entered her making her moan. He gently thrusted her as he knew she was tired but still wanted more.

 

(○´ д ) --MOMENTARILY SMUT OVER----MOMENTARILY SMUT OVER—(○´・д・)ノ

 

1:10 AM

Shino decided that while she still had feeling in her legs decided to get some water downstairs. She grabbed her panties and put on an oversized hoodie that belonged to Izuku.

She got out and quietly shut the door, what she didn’t expect was that the moment she turned Todoroki Shoto was there holding a notebook.

Todoroki blinked

She blinked

Blink

Blink

Blink

‘Shit, how the heck I’m going to explain this one’ Shino pondered. Her hair was a mess, she was sweaty, she was wearing a hoodie that did not belong to her, and she having trouble standing….maybe…late night training?

“I didn’t see you” Todoroki stated makng Shino blink

“Huh?”

“I did not see you, I just wish that you take care of him” With that Todoroki walked away leaving her alone in the hallway

..

Huh???

 

( * ω ) -SMUT ALERT--SMUT ALERT-( * ω )

3:34 AM

“Last one Mandalay please” Izuku sighed as he kissed her neck repeatedly while caressing her chest. He said the other one was the last one, as well as the other one.

She was the last one standing as Ragdoll and Pixiebob lay there unconscious.

“I thought the last one was the last one” she giggled playfully caressing his cheek

“I-I can’t help it…you’re just so…sexy…I want to feel you again….and again” he admitted looking into her eyes.

Well can’t deny someone like that now, can’t she?

“Fine, but this is the last one okay? I mean that. And you’re carrying us out later.”

He nods and enters her again making her groan and sigh. Grabbing his cheeks she pulled him closer and kissed him tenderly. He moved slowly making sure to relish the experience.

They still kissed even when Izuku’s pace quickened earning a squeak from her

Their lips didn’t leave even when Izuku kept pounding into her, claiming her, making his and only his. Ruining her so that no one can satisfy her anymore.

Their lips didn’t leave when Izuku got one last thrust in and filled her once more, she was starting to think about the amount of time he came in her. She wouldn’t be surprised if she was pregnant.

Their lips only left when fatigue hit them and they just lay there.

 

(○´ д ) --SMUT OVER----SMUT OVER—(○´ д )

 

-FLASHBACK END-

 

“And there you have it girls” Mandalay finished her tale. The girls meanwhile just stared at her. Mina, Tooru, Setsuna and Yui bowed to her

“We are not worthy of your presence oh goddess!” the said in unison earning a chuckle from Mandalay. Yui looked up “Please bless us with your seduction techniques”

“Girls girls, please there was no seduction. We asked he said yes that’s all” Pixiebob said downing her drink “Gotta say, kinda miss the brat. They guy practically ruined me”

“Same” Ragdoll laid on the floor “Now about this cult of yours..”

“IT’S NOT A CULT!”

“Whatever, can we join?”

“TOMOKO!” chastised Mandalay as she spits her drink “You can’t just ask that”

“Why not? From what they said Ryukyu is already in. There’s also that Nejire girl, bet she’s gonna invite her friend Yuyu was it? So we might as well” Tomoko leaned to Mandalay “Admit it you miss him, you want to be with him, you want to make a future with him”

Shino snapped “SO WHAT IF I DO!?” She pounded the floor “HOW IS HE SO FUCKING PERFECT TO BE A HUSBAND MATERIAL! I just wanna be with him!”

“Welcome to the club” said the students

They then settled into a peaceful time together, they were on an onsen trip so might as well. They played games together. It was like the summer camp all over again but only the fun parts.

Setsuna challenged Ryuko for her title of Ping Pong Queen.

Mei tried to outlast Tomoko in a drinking contest. Which she lost, Tomoko was seemingly immune to being drunk

The girls try to beat Itsuka in an arm-wrestling competition

Ibara tried to keep everything calm. Big mistake as these were overpowered kids with little guidance. She just opted to make sure nothing was damaged.

Then before they went to bed, they had another talk

“So now what”

The question lingered in their minds. With their quest finally over, they were left with that one question.

“I say…we get closer to Izuku” suggested Tooru “Like that is the kind of direction we’re headed for right?”

“Yeah” Mina chimed in “As much as I would love to confess to him right then and there it just feels…rushed?”

“Exactly, while Izuku is kind, bless his soul, we need to show him that we care for him”

“Agreed. Sex is good…like really tempting” Setsuna sighed “But we gotta show him some love first if we’re actually going to commit to a relationship with him”

Shino looked at the students smiling. Izuku sure is lucky to have so many people love him.

 

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Meanwhile with our resident green-haired hero. He sat up and panted, spending the hours he had with two people. One of them lying down beneath him naked as the day she was born and was he. Beneath him was Yuyu Haya panting and looking to the side as if she had just undergone an intense workout. To her left was Nejire sleeping soundly.

Izuku blinked. As soon as opened the door to the apartment that Nejire sent, she pulled him in locked the door, and presented Yuyu clad in a very tempting and dangerous attire that made something stir in him.

Everything was then a blur of kissing, caressing, smacking, and pounding. It all led to this him tired and drenched in sweat.

Yuyu looked at him grabbed his cheeks and pulled him down to her lips

Her lips were soft, no matter how much he kissed them today it still remained that intoxicatingly soft touch she had

Pulling away his breath caught in his throat at the sheer vulnerability and love in her eyes.

“…I love you..” was her last words as she succumbed to sleep. Izuku just sat there staring at her.

Her words played in her mind. I love you.

Words so sweet and genuine, so full of care and love…he was finding it hard to breathe now.

He clutched his chest as he realized quickly he was breathing heavily.

Air. That’s what he needed. He gently got off her and put the covers on her body. Getting dressed he walked out the door.

Once outside he leaned against the door and slowly sunk below. He released a breath. What was that all about.

Izuku stared at the floor. He was having weird feelings as of late. He didn’t know what it was, it was..something crushing but…warm at the same time. He groaned. He kissed, was kissed, said and heard I love you’s….but something about hers just felt so….true.

Izuku jumped as he heard a door open. If he remembered correctly they only had one neighbor on this floor. They’re probably going to yell at him for being noisy

“Finally! And here I thought you were gonna fuck all night!” said a female voice. Izuku blinked ‘That voice…’ He looked to his left. Emerald eyes meet yellow eyes with thin slit-like irises, somewhat resembling those of a cat. “Keep it down---I…Izuku?”

“….Himiko”

 

-FLASHBACK: Days before ambushing AFO-

The air was heavy with tension as Izuku patrolled the dimly lit streets near UA. The report from the scout replayed in his mind—a lone civilian, strangely close to the academy, asking for him by name. It didn’t sit right. His instincts buzzed with unease.

He spotted her under a streetlamp, the flickering light illuminating a young girl in a worn-out dress. Her figure was small, almost fragile, her head tilted downward. She didn’t have any luggage, not even a bag.

“Hey,” Izuku called out cautiously, his voice calm but firm. “Are you okay? This area isn’t safe for civilians.”

The girl didn’t move at first. Then, slowly, her shoulders began to tremble. At first, Izuku thought she was crying—but then came the sound. A giggle. Low and shaky at first, then rising into a chilling, unhinged laugh.

She raised her head, her eyes glinting with madness, her lips spreading into a grin that sent a shiver down his spine.

“Oh, Izuku~,” she cooed, her voice sing-song. The illusion melted away, revealing Himiko Toga in all her twisted glory. She spread her arms wide as if inviting an embrace. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

“Toga,” Izuku said, his fists tightening. “What do you want?”

Her grin faltered for a moment, her expression flickering to something almost vulnerable. “I want you, Izuku. I want to know why you—why someone so bright, so kind, so perfect—can’t just love me back.”

“Toga, you’ve hurt people. You’ve—”

I know!” she screamed, her voice cracking. Her knife flashed in the moonlight as she lunged. Izuku barely dodged, Blackwhip snapping to keep her at bay. “Do you think I wanted this? Do you think I wanted to be like this?!”

The street erupted into chaos as Twice clones poured out of nowhere, filling the alley like a tide of despair. Toga vanished into the horde, her voice echoing from every direction.

“You don’t get it, Izuku! I was just a girl. A girl with a quirk people couldn’t understand. And they hated me for it. They called me a freak, a monster. They threw me away like trash!”

Izuku leaped through the clones, his heart pounding as her words cut deeper than any blade. “Toga, that doesn’t mean you have to hurt people!”

“What else was I supposed to do?!” she shouted, emerging behind him and slashing at his arm. “No one wanted me. No one loved me. Not until him. Not until I found the League. But even then... it wasn’t enough. It’s never enough.”

The clones charged. Izuku ducked and weaved through the wave, his fists smashing them apart, but more kept coming. “Toga!” he shouted above the chaos. “Why do you think I’m still here?! I wouldn’t be fighting like this if I didn’t care!”

“Liar!” Her voice came from everywhere and nowhere. The clones swarmed him, forcing him to go full speed just to keep up. “You only care because you have to! You don’t really see me! No one ever did!”

Izuku punched through another wave of clones, panting but unwavering. “I am different, Toga!” he shouted, his voice filled with conviction. “I’m not going to stand here and let you believe those lies!”

“They’re not lies!” she cried, her voice raw with emotion. “They’re the only truth I know! No one wants someone like me! No one could ever—”

I do!” Izuku roared, his voice cutting through her rant like a blade. The words stunned her, her next attack faltering.

Izuku took the opening, smashing through the remaining clones to close the distance between them. “You’re wrong, Toga! You’re not a monster! You’re not a freak! You’re a person—a person who’s been hurt, and I see that! I see you!”

Toga stumbled back, her hands trembling as she tried to raise her knife. “Stop saying that! Stop pretending you care!”

“I’m not pretending!” Izuku yelled, his green lightning crackling violently around him. “You think I don’t see your pain? Your anger? I see it all! But you don’t have to carry it alone anymore! You don’t have to run anymore!”

Toga screamed, activating Ochaco’s quirk to lift debris into the air. She hurled the rubble at Izuku with a desperate fury. “You don’t know anything! You’re just like everyone else!”

Izuku dodged and weaved, his voice rising with every word. “I know you’re scared! I know you feel like no one cares! But you’re wrong! I care! And if you want someone to stay by your side, then I will!”

“Why?!” Toga shouted, tears streaming down her face. “Why do you care so much? Why won’t you just leave me alone?!”

“Because I won’t pretend I don’t see the girl who just wants to be loved!” Izuku’s voice cracked with emotion, his body glowing as he activated Faux 100%.

Toga tried to flee, leaping into the air with her knife ready, but Izuku blitzed through the remaining Twice clones in an instant, his speed blinding.

“If you hate this world, then I’ll help you make one you can live in!” he yelled as he grabbed her wrist mid-air. “If you’re scared to be alone, then I’ll be with you! If you want someone to care, then I’ll care! I’m not giving up on you, Toga!”

They crashed through the window of an old building, landing in a heap on the floor. The structure groaned ominously, the walls cracking from the impact.

Toga lay on the ground, tears streaming down her face as she clutched her head. “Why... why are you doing this? Why didn’t you just kill me?”

Izuku knelt beside her, panting and battered. “Because I believe in you,” he said softly, though his voice carried the weight of his determination. “And I won’t stop until you believe in yourself too.”

The ceiling gave way with a deafening roar. Izuku’s eyes widened as the structure began to collapse. Without hesitation, he pushed Toga out the nearest window.

Izuku!” she screamed, reaching for him as the building crumbled around him.

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The street was silent, save for the rain and the muffled sounds of settling debris.

With a sudden burst, the rubble shifted, and Izuku emerged, scratched and battered but alive. He stood amidst the wreckage, his breath ragged, his arms hanging limply at his sides.

He looked around, his heart sinking. Toga was gone.

The rain washed the blood from his wounds as he stood there, his eyes scanning the empty streets.

 

-FLASHBACK END-

 

“So…” Toga smiled sipping her tea as she stared at the fidgeting Izuku. Izuku gulped and took a sip of his own tea “Who was the one that called you Master?” Izuku did a spit take as he visibly short-circuited. His face turned nuclear, and he began choking on his words like they were chunks of ice. “I-I-I was just—! That’s not—! You see—! It’s not what—!”

Toga raised a finger, her grin growing wider. “Let me guess. You’re, like, training with some kinky All Might fanatic who can’t hold back their... admiration?” She snickered into her cup of tea, the image too ridiculous not to enjoy.

“No!” Izuku waved his arms, panicking. “It wasn’t like that! I was—uh, helping! Just helping!”

“Helping, huh?” Toga drawled, her golden eyes glinting with amusement. “Funny, because from the way it sounded, you were the one doing all the work.”

Izuku let out a strangled noise, burying his face in his hands. “This is a misunderstanding! I swear!”

Toga laughed so hard her tea nearly spilled. She leaned against her chair, wiping a tear from her eye. “Wow, you sure got busy, huh? What happened to the kid I saw with two broken arms in the forest? You were so cute back then, all helpless and squishy.”

Izuku groaned, knowing there was no escaping the humiliation. “T-Toga-san, can we please not talk about this anymore?”

Toga tapped her chin, feigning thought. “Hmm... nope! This is way too fun.”

The awkward tension eventually fizzled out, leaving a quiet moment between them. Izuku shuffled awkwardly on the spot before breaking the silence. “So… you’re out of rehab, huh?”

Toga tilted her head with a sly smile. “Got out yesterday. There are still some things to sort out, you know—paperwork, check-ins, therapy sessions—but they assigned me to this apartment temporarily.”

Izuku blinked. “Temporarily? Where will you be staying?”

“They said somewhere close to the person assigned to me” she said with amusement. “But in anycase, didn’t think you’d be the kind of guy to do it somewhere with such thin walls, though. Hearing your neighbors’ ‘adventures’ was... enlightening.”

“Please don’t bring that up again,” Izuku groaned, face in his hands.

Toga giggled, sipping her tea. “Fine, fine. I’ll drop it… for now.”

After a pause, Izuku hesitated before asking, “So… how have you been? Like, really? Rehab must’ve been tough.”

Toga’s expression softened. “Eh, it wasn’t so bad. They didn’t let me have sharp things, so that sucked. But, you know, the whole process wasn’t as awful as I thought it’d be. They actually listened to me. Helped me sort through my feelings, and gave me some blood to with my diet. Gave me tips on not stabbing people I like.” She smirked, the dark humor still intact.

Izuku chuckled nervously. “Well… that’s progress.”

Toga shrugged. “Guess so. It’s weird not being on the run anymore. No bloodlust, no League, no cops chasing me... I’m almost bored.” She sipped her tea, her golden eyes glimmering as she added, “Almost.”

They lapsed into another silence, but this time it wasn’t uncomfortable. Izuku smiled, glad they were talking—actually talking—like regular people. No fists, no knives, no tense standoffs. Just a conversation.

“I’m glad,” Izuku said sincerely, his emerald eyes meeting hers. “I’m glad we’re finally speaking like this.”

Toga’s expression softened for a moment before her playful smirk returned. “Yeah, it’s nice. Way better than me trying to drain you dry or stab you. Though I have to admit…” She leaned in closer, her smile teasing, “I kinda miss the chase.”

“Really?”

“Yeah…and I missed you”

Izuku blinked, caught off guard. “You... you missed me?”

Her smile softened, less playful and more honest. “Of course I did. You were fun, Deku-kun. You’re still fun. And... you’re kind. You’re the only one who’s ever really... seen me.” She grasped his hand softly, tracing her fingers to the scars that he had.

Izuku froze. For a moment, he looked genuinely moved, but then his hands twitched and he pulled back, and a forced smile stretched across his face. It didn’t reach his eyes.

Toga noticed but didn’t push. Instead, she turned and stepped onto the balcony, the cool evening air brushing against her face. She looked up at the stars, her tea forgotten in her hands.

“It’s a beautiful night,” she murmured.

Izuku followed her out, leaning on the railing beside her. For a moment, they both stared at the sky, the silence between them filled with unspoken thoughts.

They began to reminisce. Their fights. The forest. Her taunts. The League. The War. His endless determination to save everyone, even her. Their moments…

Toga went quiet, her gaze fixed on the stars as if searching for something. Finally, she spoke, her voice soft but steady. “You were the one who actually saved me, you know.”

Izuku turned to her, surprised. “Me?”

She nodded. “Ochaco helped, sure. She’s sweet, and she tried her best to understand me. But you…” She glanced at him, her golden eyes shimmering. “You were the one who stayed. You didn’t just see a villain. You saw a crying kid. You wanted to hear my troubles. You wanted to help me, even when I was trying to hurt you.”

Izuku swallowed hard, his chest tightening.

“You’re the one who made me feel like I wasn’t just some... monster,” Toga said quietly. “You made me feel loved.”

The words hit him like a freight train, and his breath caught in his throat. He blinked, staring at her, unable to form a coherent thought.

Toga turned to him fully, her smile soft and genuine. “I love you, Izuku.”

His heart raced, and he opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. Instead, a sweet voice echoed in his mind.

“Will you go out with me?”

And then, as if on cue, a harsher voice followed one that sent a chill down his spine.

“You really think someone would like a useless Deku like you?”

As Izuku heard the echo of the voices, something shifted in his mind. The stars above blurred, and the world around him seemed to fade.

Then just behind Himiko, he saw it—himself. His younger self, trembling, tears streaming down his face, standing alone. His uniform was splattered with paint, the taunts and laughter echoing in his head.

“You really think someone would like a useless Deku like you?”

The voice reverberated again, low and venomous. Izuku’s breath hitched as he felt a chill creep up his spine. He could feel it behind him, he almost could even see it if he were to turn to the side—a dark, shadowy form leaning into his ear. Its formless presence whispered with malicious glee, gripping his heart with icy fingers.

“I really like you”

“Ha! You should see the look on your face!”

“Let’s get some ice cream ‘Zuku”

“Moron!”

“I know you like All Might so here you go!”

“Useless!”

His breathing hitched. The walls felt like they were closing in, the air too thick to inhale. His chest heaved as his vision blurred. The stars above were gone, replaced by the suffocating darkness of his mind.

“Deku-kun?”

The voice broke through, faint but clear, like a lifeline tossed into a raging sea.

“IZUKU!”

Hands—warm and firm—grasped his shoulders, steadying him. Himiko’s voice cut through the chaos, grounding him. “Izuku, hey, it’s okay! I’m here! Look at me, okay? Just breathe. Breathe with me.”

He gasped for air, his chest tightening painfully as his hands clawed at the balcony railing. Himiko shifted closer, her hands sliding to his cheeks, gently cupping them.

“Hey, focus on me,” she said softly but firmly, her golden eyes locking onto his. “You’re okay. You’re here. You’re safe.”

Izuku’s breaths were shallow and ragged, but he tried to match her pace as she demonstrated slow, deep breaths. “In… and out,” she guided, her voice calm and steady. “That’s it. Just breathe, Izuku.”

Slowly, the haze began to clear. The pounding in his chest started to subside, the world coming back into focus. The stars reappeared above, the cool evening air brushing against his skin.

Himiko gave him a reassuring smile, her thumbs brushing lightly against his cheeks. “There you go. You’re okay now.”

Izuku blinked, his breaths still uneven but steadier. “I… I’m sorry,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Don’t you dare apologize,” Himiko said firmly, her hands still on his face. “You just had a rough moment. It happens.”

Her words were gentle, her tone free of judgment. She didn’t ask what had triggered him or push him to explain. She just stayed with him, grounding him with her presence.

After a moment, Himiko released his cheeks but didn’t move far. “Do you need some water? Or… do you just want me to stay?”

Izuku shook his head weakly. “No… just… thank you.” His voice cracked slightly, but there was gratitude in his eyes.

Izuku leaned on the railing, his breathing finally evened out, though his chest still felt tight. The stars above sparkled faintly, but his gaze remained downcast. The panic had passed, but the weight of everything that caused it lingered just beneath the surface, waiting.

Himiko watched him carefully, her golden eyes soft with concern. She didn’t press him for answers or try to dissect what had just happened. Instead, she let the silence settle between them, her presence steady and grounding.

After a moment, she smiled—a small, playful grin that was oddly comforting in its familiarity. “Hey, Deku-kun,” she said, her tone light but warm, “you know what I think you need right now?”

He glanced at her, curiosity flickering in his tired eyes. “What?”

“All Might movies,” she declared with a dramatic flair, throwing her arms wide. “All of them. Back-to-back. We’ll binge them until you forget whatever it was that had you feeling so down.”

Izuku blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift in tone. “A-All Might movies?”

Himiko nodded enthusiastically. “Yep! The classics. The cheesy catchphrases, the over-the-top battles, the ‘I AM HERE!’ moments. Come on, Deku-kun, you love that stuff, right? You can’t say no.”

He hesitated, his grip on the railing tightening for just a moment. A part of him wanted to retreat, to go home and bury himself under the covers, away from the world. But another part—a quieter, aching part—wanted to stay. To feel normal, if only for a little while.

Himiko noticed his hesitation and leaned in closer, her voice softening. “You don’t have to talk about anything if you’re not ready,” she said gently. “But… you shouldn’t be alone either. So stay. Just for a little while.”

Izuku looked at her, the sincerity in her words making something in his chest loosen just a little. After a moment, he nodded. “Okay,” he said quietly.

Himiko beamed, grabbing his hand and tugging him toward the door. “Great! I’ll make tea. Or coffee. Or, ooh, do you want popcorn? We can do popcorn!”

Izuku chuckled softly despite himself. “Popcorn sounds good.”

As they stepped inside, the tension in his shoulders eased just a fraction. He wasn’t ready to face everything that had happened tonight—or the memories that still haunted him. But for now, he could take this small step.

He’ll deal with his thoughts some other time, for now…he just wishes to enjoy the company he has right now.

 

Notes:

And thats a wrap! Hope you guys enjoyed this. I hope that the introduction of Izukus's....trauma wasnt too out of left field. That was my main concern when I was writing this. So yeah Himiko Toga is here as well.

I tried my best to somewhat expand some things while also closing/connecting things from previous chapters. Hope you liked it.

If there are any grammar or format errors then kindly let me know. Thank you for your patience and support

And Ill see ya.

Chapter 38: Secretly a Hero Nerd

Summary:

Izuku in his want of a hero merchandise met a stranger with a similar hobby and they got close

Notes:

Hey I have as short one today, got this idea as soon as I woke up. Really tiring week as I pull 14 hour shifts everyday. Adult life right? So yeah hope you enjoy this

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

The world was at peace.

Well, relatively speaking.

Ever since the fall of All For One and the restructuring of hero society, Japan had entered a new golden era—one where hero work was more efficient, villains were less brazen, and life for the everyday citizen had become somewhat less chaotic. It was the kind of peace that allowed people to focus on things beyond life-or-death struggles… such as limited-edition hero merchandise drops.

Which was exactly why Izuku Midoriya was fighting for his life.

The entrance to Ultra Hero Collectibles, a store specializing in rare hero memorabilia, was a battlefield.

Collectors, scalpers, and die-hard fans had all gathered like starving animals, pushing and shoving to get inside. Izuku, of course, had planned ahead—strategically positioning himself near the front, having analyzed every past product drop to optimize his entry speed.

Why?

Because today, they were releasing a limited-edition Edgeshot figure from his early hero years, back when he was still an up-and-coming pro with a smaller fanbase. The sculpt, the detailing, the craftsmanship—it was a must-have for any real fan of the No. 4 Hero (formerly No. 5, but who was keeping track? He was).

And there were only 50 figures available.

Izuku gritted his teeth as the doors swung open.

“Move! MOVE!”

“LIMITED EDITION! NO HOLDS BARRED!”

“OUTTA MY WAY, NERDS!”

It was a full-blown stampede. Izuku ducked, weaved, vaulted over a fallen customer, rolled under a man twice his size, and then parkoured off a shelf, barely dodging a rogue elbow. His agility training was finally paying off.

His eyes locked onto the prize.

One.

One figure left.

Izuku lunged, reaching out with all the desperation of a man clinging to survival—

Only for another hand to grab the box at the exact same moment.

His head snapped up.

There, standing across from him, gripping the other side of the figure’s box, was a hooded stranger wearing oversized sunglasses and a cap that shadowed their face.

A tension-filled silence fell between them.

The store faded away.

The battle had just begun.

"Edgeshot is the pinnacle of efficiency in heroics!" Izuku declared. "His ability to shift his body into razor-thin proportions allows him to navigate any terrain undetected! His speed, reflexes, and precision make him an irreplaceable asset in stealth-based operations!"

The stranger scoffed. "You’re oversimplifying. His real strength lies in his tactical adaptability. In the Naruhata Incident, he outmaneuvered three escape routes and disabled an entire underground smuggling ring solo in under six minutes! That wasn’t just speed, that was intelligence!"

“Oh, so you’re saying his Senkō Rasen Nuki-te technique wasn’t impressive?” Izuku shot back.

“Not in comparison to Senmaidōshi, which requires a higher degree of flexibility and rotational momentum!”

The debate escalated, their voices growing louder, drawing confused stares from the surrounding customers.

But then—

The stranger’s foot slipped on a discarded plastic wrapper.

"Ah—!"

Izuku reacted on instinct, dropping the figure to reach out and catch them before they could hit the ground. His grip found the stranger’s wrist, but in the process, the cap they had been wearing flew off their head.

Time froze.

The hood fell back.

The sunglasses clattered to the floor.

And standing before Izuku, blinking in surprise, was—

Saiko Intelli.

Izuku’s brain blue-screened.

Saiko Intelli?!

The prestigious, sophisticated, high-IQ student from Seiai Academy?! The girl known for her tactical genius and elite upbringing?!

What was she doing here?!

Saiko gasped, snatching her cap off the ground and pulling it back onto her head at lightning speed. In the millisecond that Izuku stood there, still in complete shock, she smoothly reached down, grabbed the Edgeshot figure, and—

VANISHED.

By the time Izuku’s brain rebooted, she was already gone, leaving only a stunned, wide-eyed Midoriya standing in the middle of the store, empty-handed.

What— WHAT JUST HAPPENED?!

 

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Izuku trudged out of the mall, a plastic bag swinging in his hand, his thoughts a complete mess.

He had managed to buy a few things—some hero keychains, an All Might coffee mug, and a Hawks poster he didn't even remember picking up. But the one thing he had fought tooth and nail for—the limited-edition Edgeshot figure—was gone. Snatched away.

By Saiko Intelli.

Saiko Intelli

Saiko Intelli was at a hero merch store. Saiko Intelli knew everything about Edgeshot. Saiko Intelli debated with him about Edgeshot better than anyone he had ever met.

What did this mean?

As he stepped onto the sidewalk, still spiraling, a black van pulled up next to him with alarming speed.

Wait a second.

Before he could react, the door slammed open, and—

A pair of arms grabbed him.

“EH?!”

He barely had time to yell before he was dragged inside. The door slid shut, and the van sped off.

...Hindsight was a cruel teacher.

Izuku could have fought back. He should have fought back. He had Super Strength. Danger Sense. SIX DIFFERENT TYPES OF POWERS.

And yet.

And yet…

He turned, already knowing that Aizawa was going to kill him for getting kidnapped so easily, and found himself face-to-face with—

Saiko Intelli.

Again.

Izuku short-circuited for the second time that day.

Saiko, sitting across from him with a cool, unreadable expression, adjusted her gloves as if she hadn’t just abducted the No. 1 Hero’s successor off the street.

"...Midoriya."

Izuku, still staring at her, mentally processed his situation.

  • He was in a van.
  • Saiko Intelli had kidnapped him.
  • He had just let it happen like a dumbass.

Yup. Aizawa was going to kill him.

Before he could even open his mouth, Saiko pulled out a briefcase, unlatched it, and opened it toward him.

Inside was a neatly stacked pile of cash.

Izuku choked.

“...I’ll pay you,” Saiko said, tone cool and professional. “To forget what you saw.”

A long silence filled the van.

Izuku, staring at the absurd amount of money, blinked. Then blinked again.

"...W-What?"

“You saw me at that store.” Saiko sighed, fingers briefly rubbing her temple. “That was a miscalculation on my part. I let my guard down. I got careless.”

She gestured to the money. “So, in exchange for your silence, I’m willing to offer you—”

“I don’t need the money.”

Saiko paused. “Excuse me?”

Izuku shook his head rapidly, waving his hands. “I wasn’t gonna tell anyone anyway! You don’t have to bribe me! I swear on all my merchandise! Even my mint-condition All Might figure hidden in my room!”

Saiko stared at him.

For a moment, she looked... exhausted.

With a deep sigh, she closed the briefcase and shoved it under the seat.

“...I can’t believe this is happening.”

She slumped slightly, resting her forehead against her gloved fingers. “Of all people to find out…”

Izuku watched her, gears turning rapidly in his brain.

A heavy silence filled the van.

Izuku, still reeling from everything, sat stiffly across from Saiko. The cash-filled briefcase was now tucked under the seat, forgotten. Saiko, for all her elegance and composure, looked… mildly exhausted.

Then a thought hit him.

Where was she taking him?

His mind spiraled. Was she taking him to some secret hideout? Was she going to lock him in her basement to protect her secret forever?!

…Well, he could just break out easily, but still.

Saiko, noticing his alarming facial expressions, sighed. “I’m taking you back to U.A.”

“Oh,” Izuku said. Then, “Wait, you’re just dropping me off?”

“Yes.”

“Oh.”

Well. That was anticlimactic.

Izuku, now slightly more relaxed, glanced at her and hesitated before asking, “So, um… why were you at the hero merch store?”

Saiko didn’t answer right away.

Instead, she stared at him, calculating, eyes narrowing slightly. It made Izuku sit up a little straighter, suddenly feeling like he was about to get an essay question he wasn’t prepared for.

Finally, she exhaled through her nose.

“…You already saw me. Might as well tell you.”

Izuku leaned forward instantly, ears wide open.

Saiko crossed one leg over the other and folded her hands neatly on her lap. “I’m a hero fan. I’ve been one since I was a child—around ten years old,” she continued smoothly. “My family is fully aware, and they don’t have any issue with it. It’s a safe and respectable hobby—better than whatever dangerous nonsense some kids get into.”

She flicked her wrist casually. “Besides, I manage my spending responsibly. I only use my allowance for merchandise, and I don’t let it interfere with my studies or work. So, all in all, everything is fine.”

Izuku was stunned. He honestly didn’t expect the elite Saiko Intelli to be a hero nerd like him, I guess a lot of people are full of surprises.

“But,” Saiko continued, “at school, I’m known as an elegant strategist, someone who exudes confidence and intellect.” She straightened her posture, giving off the same untouchable aura she usually carried. “That’s the image I project. And that image does not include geeking out over hero collectibles.”

“…So I keep it to myself.”

A beat of silence.

Then Saiko let out a small breath, leaning back slightly. “Until now, no one else has ever known.”

Her sharp eyes landed on him. “Well… except for you.”

Izuku absorbed all of this, then tilted his head. “But… why not share it? I mean, surely your friends would understand and support you, right?”

Saiko didn’t answer immediately.

She looked away, gaze distant, fingers tapping lightly against her knee. Then, in a quieter voice, she said, “The problem isn’t that I don’t trust them. It’s that… I want to keep it hidden.”

Izuku blinked. “Huh?”

She gave him a dry look. “It’s my hobby. It’s something for me. I enjoy it on my own terms, without anyone else involved. That may sound ridiculous, but…”

She trailed off, studying him, before tilting her head. “Surely even you have felt embarrassed about your merch before?”

Izuku froze.

His mind flashed back to the time his entire class visited his dorm room and saw his floor-to-ceiling All Might shrine.

…He still had nightmares about it.

He coughed into his fist, eyes darting away. “Uh. Fair enough.”

BEEP. BEEP.

Both their phones rang in unison—not the tone for a message, not a call. No, this was something far more important.

Izuku’s heart pounded. He already had a feeling.

Both he and Saiko whipped out their phones at the same time.

[ALERT!] Limited Edition Hawks Post-War Poster—Signed by Hawks himself! Now available!

Their eyes snapped up at each other.

A brief pause.

Then, an unspoken agreement.

Saiko turned to her driver. “Step on it.”

The vehicle sped off.

 

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Hours Later – U.A. Dorms

Izuku trudged back into Heights Alliance, arms overflowing with merchandise.

He still couldn’t believe it. He had spent the entire day going from store to store, competing for hero merch with Saiko Intelli. And if he was being honest…

…He had fun.

A lot of fun.

Who would’ve thought Saiko of all people would be just as much of a hero nerd as him?

As soon as he stepped inside, his classmates immediately zeroed in on him.

“Holy crap, Midoriya, that’s a lot of merch!” Kaminari gawked.

Uraraka giggled. “Did you rob a store?”

“I feel like he did,” Jirou muttered, eyeing the sheer quantity of items he was holding.

Izuku chuckled sheepishly. “Ahaha… I may have, uh, gotten a bit carried away…”

A bit?!” Iida flailed his arms. “Midoriya-kun, I understand having passions, but one must also be financially responsible!”

“Right, right,” Izuku waved him off, carefully setting his bags down.

Just as he did, another person strolled in.

Bakugo.

With his arms also full of merch.

The room froze.

Izuku and Bakugo locked eyes.

Their eyes drifted to each other’s bags.

Bakugo’s eyes twitched.

The exact same amount.

Slowly, Bakugo’s eyebrow started to twitch.

“…You nerd,” he muttered. “Guess you also got the Edgeshot figure huh?”

Izuku opened his mouth then closed it, he actually forgot about the figure as his mind was still on the time he spent with Intelli. “Actually no…someone else got it before me”

Bakugo’s lips curled into a smug smirk as he reached into his bag and pulled out a pristine, untouched limited edition Edgeshot figure.

The exact one Izuku had tried to grab.

Izuku’s heart stopped.

Bakugo’s grin widened. “So you don’t have this then”

“…No,” Izuku whispered.

“Oh yes,” Bakugo snickered.

Izuku internally screamed.

 

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Meanwhile, with Intelli…

She was in her room, staring at a certain piece of merchandise.

A Ryukyu earring.

It wasn’t particularly flashy or extravagant, just a simple replica of the ones the pro hero Ryukyu wore. But that wasn’t what made it special.

What made it special was the fact that Midoriya bought it for her.

At the time, she had merely paused to examine it—an absentminded moment of interest. Before she could even decide whether to buy it or not, Midoriya had already grabbed it and handed it to her.

"It looked like you really wanted it!" he had said, grinning.

And in return, she had bought him a Hawks jacket, a rare limited-edition one that she had spotted before he did.

Now, back in her room, she kept staring at the earring, rolling it between her fingers.

This was the first time she had hung out with someone who shared her hobby.

And she had to admit—she had fun.

She hadn’t expected that.

Sure, she enjoyed her solo excursions into the world of hero merchandise. She knew exactly what she liked, what she wanted to collect, and she never needed input from others.

But today had been different. Midoriya had matched her enthusiasm at every turn. Every time she thought she had him cornered in a debate about hero history, he came back with even more obscure trivia.

It was thrilling.

And, surprisingly, comfortable.

At dinner, her family had been overjoyed to hear she made a new friend.

Her mother, however, had been far too enthusiastic.

"A boy, you say? A nice, polite, heroic boy? Oh my, Saiko, should I be expecting wedding invitations soon?"

She had, of course, immediately dismissed such ridiculous notions.

…Right?

She shook her head, clearing the thought. This wasn’t anything like that.

…But, she wouldn’t mind hanging out with him again.

After a moment of contemplation, she took a deep breath, picked up her phone, and sent a friend request.

Along with a message.

 

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Meanwhile, back at Heights Alliance…

Izuku was in his dorm, sorting through his new merchandise.

He had a lot.

Too much, actually. At some point, he was going to run out of shelf space.

But he couldn’t help it! Today had been an amazing day for collecting! Sure, he had lost the Edgeshot figure to Intelli, but everything else? Goldmine.

As he was placing a new All Might keychain next to his collection, his phone buzzed.

He grabbed it absentmindedly, expecting a message from one of his classmates.

Instead, his brain short-circuited.

[Saiko Intelli has sent you a friend request.]

Saiko Intelli: "Want to hang out again sometime?"

Izuku blinked.

Then blinked again.

…Was this real?

His mind replayed the events of the day. The rivalry over the Edgeshot figure. The debates over hero history. The high-speed chase to get the signed Hawks poster.

The kidnapping. (Okay, that one wasn’t his finest moment.)

He found himself smiling.

Honestly? He had a really good time.

His fingers hovered over his phone for a second before he pressed:

[Accept Friend Request]
Reply: "Yeah, I'd like that!"

 

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Back in Saiko’s room…

A small notification popped up on her screen.

Midoriya had accepted.

And he had agreed.

She let out a soft chuckle, shaking her head as she placed her phone down.

She’d already started thinking about what next limited-edition hero merch they could hunt for.

And maybe—just maybe—this whole "having a fellow hero nerd friend" thing wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Notes:

And that's a wrap I hoped you enjoyed this Izuku x Saiko. This chapter was inspired by the Fairly Odd Parents episode where Timmy turned into a girl and met Trixie in boyish clothes. So yeah.

Chapter 39: Love in the Battlefield

Summary:

Izuku was 30 years old now. Still single. Well that change when during a mission he suddenly realized...he was in love

Notes:

Happy Valentines day everyone. To all couples and singles may love be with you all. This is a short one that I just decided to write since Valentines day is here. So hope you enjoyed

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Izuku Midoriya was thirty years old. Thirty. The big three-oh.

And still single.

It wasn’t like he tried to be. He had gone on dates here and there, mostly set up by his well-meaning (and slightly pushy) friends. But between hero work, constant injuries, and his habit of overanalyzing everything down to the atomic level, relationships never lasted.

Todoroki once suggested he lower his standards.

Bakugo bluntly told him he was "married to punching people."

Even All Might gave him a pat on the back and said, “Maybe you should try not making battle strategies mid-date?”

Izuku tried. He really did. But no one quite clicked.

Until now.

Right in the middle of a villain ambush.

He had been dodging bullets and throwing punches when he turned and saw her.

Ochaco Uraraka, flipping twenty villains at once.

With a single, effortless move, she sent them all spiraling into the sky like ragdolls. Some of them screamed, one of them accepted his fate, and another just started praying.

And in that exact moment—between the gunfire, explosions, and the desperate wails of gravity-defying criminals—Izuku had an epiphany.

He was in love.

Not just admiration, not just best-friend-level affection—real, actual, heart-pounding, gut-punching love.

His brain spiraled into overdrive.

He wanted to spend his days with her.

He wanted to wake up in the morning and talk to her over breakfast.

He wanted to laugh with her, fight beside her, and go home to her.

Hell, he even thought about kids. Maybe a little girl with her smile and his messy hair. Emiko. Yeah, that sounded nice.

And right there, amidst all the chaos, Izuku made a decision.

"URAVITY!" he shouted, dodging a sword swing before delivering a well-placed Detroit Smash. "I HAVE SOMETHING IMPORTANT TO SAY!"

Ochaco, currently roundhouse-kicking a villain into the pavement, barely glanced at him. "Kinda busy, Deku!"

"So am I!" He caught a grenade midair, ripped out the pin with his teeth, and hurled it back. The explosion rocked the battlefield, sending rubble flying. He landed beside her, blocking an incoming attack with Blackwhip. "But I—" dodge, counter, punch "—really need to say this!"

Ochaco groaned, flipping a villain over her shoulder. "Can this wait until we’re NOT being shot at?!"

Izuku headbutted an enemy unconscious. "No!" He grabbed her by the wrist, twirled her out of the way of a stray bullet, and dipped her dramatically like they were in a damn romance movie. "I love you, Uraraka!"

There was a beat of silence.

Then a villain screamed, "JUST PUNCH THEM ALREADY!"

Izuku promptly kicked him through a wall.

Ochaco, still in his arms, blinked. "Wait, what?"

"I said I—" A dagger nearly nicked his face, but he caught it midair and threw it back. "—love you, Uraraka!"

"DEKU, NOW?!"

"YES, NOW!" He lifted her to her feet, narrowly avoiding another explosion. "I was blind all these years, but I see it now! You're strong, kind, and amazing, and—" He dodged as she slapped away an incoming villain with Zero Gravity. "—I want to be with you! I want to spend my days with you, talk with you, wake up next to you! Maybe even—" he punched a villain so hard he bounced "—have a kid named Emiko!"

Ochaco stared at him, panting, her cheeks pink. "You absolute dumbass."

"Yeah, I get that a lot," he admitted.

She grabbed his collar, pulled him close, and smirked. "Took you long enough." Then she kissed him—right there, in the middle of the battlefield, while dodging shrapnel.

One villain gagged. "Ugh, get a room!"

Izuku grinned. "Gladly!" Then he knocked the guy out cold with one last Smash.

The battle was over.

The last villain was either knocked out, restrained, or still floating several stories in the air because Ochaco forgot to deactivate her Quirk. It wasn’t until one of them started sobbing and begging for mercy that she sighed and let them drop into a pile of unconscious criminals.

Izuku, however, was still dazed—not from combat, but from the realization that he just confessed his love in the most insane way possible. And Ochaco kissed him back. She kissed him back.

Their foreheads pressed together, both of them still breathing hard. "So... uh..." Izuku’s voice cracked. "Does this mean—?"

Ochaco gave him a light smack on the chest, her face still flushed. "We’ll talk about it later, nerd. When we’re not getting shot at."

"Right. Yeah. That’s a good idea."

And that was when Detective Tsukauchi’s voice crackled through their earpieces.

"Deku. Uravity."

Both of them froze.

"You do realize this was a live stakeout operation, right?"

"...Oh no," Ochaco whispered in horror.

Izuku blinked. "...What?"

"As in, your confession was broadcasted to the entire investigation team. Through your mics. And body cams."

Silence.

Absolute, crushing, soul-leaving-the-body silence.

Then—

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!"

Izuku and Ochaco screamed in unison, their voices overlapping in sheer, unfiltered panic.

 

Meanwhile, Back at HQ…

The police officers, pro heroes, and investigation team had been watching the entire mission unfold in real time. What was supposed to be a stealthy stakeout turned into a dramatic battlefield confession worthy of an action-romance movie.

Detective Tsukauchi pinched the bridge of his nose, looking about ten years older than he did when the mission started. "I can’t believe this is my life."

Best Jeanist crossed his arms, exhaling through his nose. "A proper hero should at least wait until after an operation before proposing lifelong companionship."

Miruko, however, was cackling. "That was the dumbest, most badass confession I’ve ever seen! Mad respect, nerd." She slapped Bakugo on the back. "Hey, your old classmate’s got guts!"

Bakugo, who had been watching with increasing amounts of secondhand embarrassment, let out an inhuman screech. "I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS SHIT! HE’S DOING THIS NOW?!"

Mina, on the other hand, was vibrating with excitement. "HOLY CRAP, I KNEW IT! I KNEW HE LOVED HER!" then she slumped. “I owe Toru so much money…”

The officers in the background were losing it. Some were recording clips on their phones, others were placing bets, and a few were genuinely emotional.

"That was actually kinda sweet," one officer sniffled.

 

Back on the Battlefield…

Ochaco buried her face in her hands. "Oh my god. I want to die."

Izuku looked like he had been hit by a train. "Everyone heard that… Everyone saw that… “

Ochaco grabbed his hand. "Deku. We run."

He nodded. "We run."

And so, in true Deku and Uraraka fashion, they turned on their heels—

—and booked it.

Notes:

And that's a wrap!

Again Happy Valentines Day I hope you guys have a wonderful day.

Chapter 40: Ramen for two please

Summary:

An office worker takes his girlfriend out, but it would seem that he's been a bad boyfriend lately

Notes:

Hey, just an idea in my head. So this is a No Quirk Au where Izuku is an office worker. Pairing is Izuku x Setsuna. Hope you enjoy

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Izuku Midoriya adjusted the cuffs of his work shirt, fingers fidgeting as he stole a glance at Setsuna across the ramen shop counter. She was busy tapping her fingers on the counter, waiting for their food, seemingly unbothered. Meanwhile, his thoughts spiraled down a pit of self-doubt.

This was their first date in three years. Three. Years.

And where had he taken her? Some cheap ramen place downtown.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to take her somewhere fancy. It was just that between the overtime, the weekend shifts, and the general exhaustion of corporate life, planning anything had felt impossible.

Now, as she hummed along to the soft music playing from the restaurant’s speakers, Izuku swallowed his nerves. He should say something—anything—to make up for it. But before he could, Setsuna leaned her cheek on her palm and smirked at him.

“You look like you’re about to confess to a crime,” she teased.

Izuku tensed. “I—uh—I just...” He exhaled and ran a hand through his hair. “I feel like I’ve been a terrible boyfriend.”

Setsuna raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

“I mean, this is the first time we’ve gone out in years. I barely have time to see you, and when I do, I’m exhausted. And now, after all that time, I bring you here.” He gestured around them, his frustration evident. “To a ramen shop.”

Setsuna blinked. Then, without warning, she burst into laughter. Not mocking, not sarcastic—just genuine, belly-deep laughter.

Izuku stared, dumbfounded. “W-what’s so funny?”

“You,” she grinned, reaching over to poke his forehead. “You’re sitting there having a crisis, thinking I’d leave you because you work too damn hard? Izuku, honey, if I wanted some guy who had nothing better to do than wine and dine me every weekend, I wouldn’t be dating you.”

His lips parted slightly, but no words came out.

Setsuna leaned back, her arms crossed. “Do I miss you? Yeah, sometimes. But you’re busting your ass to give us a comfortable life. That’s not neglect—that’s love.”

He felt his chest tighten. “But you deserve more than just me coming home dead tired and a once-in-a-blue-moon date at a cheap ramen shop.”

She snorted. “Please. First of all, this ramen is amazing, so zero complaints there.” She took a sip of her water before continuing. “Second, I work from home. I make my own schedule. My life is a hell of a lot easier than yours. So if the most I can do is be there when you get home, make sure you don’t overwork yourself to death, and get to hold you for a few hours, then I’m damn well going to do that.”

Izuku swallowed the lump in his throat. “Setsuna...”

She rolled her eyes fondly. “Listen, if I had a problem, I’d tell you. You know that.”

He nodded. That much was true—Setsuna never hesitated to speak her mind.

“Good,” she said, as if reading his thoughts. “So stop overthinking and eat your damn ramen.”

Their bowls arrived, and Izuku sat there for a moment, staring at her as she picked up her chopsticks and started eating with a contented sigh. He felt something warm settle in his chest.

Maybe he wasn’t the perfect boyfriend. Maybe his work-life balance was still a disaster. But Setsuna wasn’t leaving. She wasn’t resenting him. She was here, slurping noodles beside him, perfectly happy with what they had.

He picked up his chopsticks and dug in, a small smile tugging at his lips.

Maybe ramen dates weren’t so bad after all.

Notes:

And that's a wrap, I've been having these No Quirk AU pairings lately and this one stuck so I decided to write a short one. Hope you enjoyed it

Chapter 41: The Bitch and the Nerd(Part 1)

Summary:

Nejire was not someone people interacted on a daily basis. With a permanent scowl on her face it was no wonder. She didn't interact with them, the didn't interact with her, it's that simple. Then she saw a green haired dumbass she felt herself grow irritated.

Notes:

WARNING: CHARACTER OOC

Sure I make some fics that is not the same as the anime on a lot of these chapters but they're still somewhat recognizable and somewhat still in character. This one I decided to change Nejire Hado's personality from bubbly to...having a permanent scowl on her face. This was inspired by her backstory. So if you don't want to read an OOC Nejire then you can not read this chapter. Thankyou and have a nice day :)

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Nejire Hado had been told she had a 'resting bitch face.'

Not in those exact words, of course. U.A. teachers were a bit more professional than that. But she’d heard it often enough—how her deadpan expression made her look constantly pissed off, how her flat tone made people nervous, how her sheer presence was somehow intimidating despite her small frame.

She didn’t care.

What mattered was that she was in U.A., and she had no time for nonsense. Not for the annoying first-years in her class who tried too hard, not for the second-years who thought they were cool, and especially not for the seniors who acted like mentors just because they’d been here longer. Nejire wasn’t interested in making friends—she was here to become the best hero she could be, and that was it.

But then she saw him.

A boy, maybe her age, maybe younger, walking home in a tattered school uniform. His green hair was messy, but it wasn’t the unruly mess of someone who didn’t care—it was the kind of mess that came from being tossed around. His arms were covered in bruises, his fingers bent in ways that made her stomach churn, and his face—scuffed, dirtied, and trying to hold itself together—had that look.

That look of someone who had taken too many hits and expected to take more.

It irritated her.

Nejire had no idea why.

She wasn’t the kind of person who went around worrying about strangers, but something about this kid—this absolute disaster of a human being limping down the sidewalk—rubbed her the wrong way. She found herself walking up to him before she even thought about it.

“Oi.”

The boy flinched at her voice. Slowly, he turned his head toward her, blinking owlishly. Up close, she noticed his freckles—little brown dots across his battered skin.

“Oh,” he said, his voice hoarse. “Uh… hi?”

Nejire crossed her arms, tilting her head just slightly. “The hell happened to you?”

The boy immediately stiffened. “I-I fell.”

Nejire’s eye twitched.

She wasn’t stupid. She knew a beatdown when she saw one, and this? This wasn’t just tripping over a curb. This was someone getting the absolute shit kicked out of them.

“Right,” she said flatly.

The boy swallowed, clearly uncomfortable under her gaze. “I-I should get going—”

Nejire grabbed his wrist. Not hard, but enough to make him freeze. His skin was warm—hot, actually, like he’d been standing too close to a fire. And when she looked closer, she realized some of those burns weren’t fresh.

What the hell was wrong with this kid?

“You go to Aldera, right?” she asked, nodding toward his uniform.

He hesitated, then nodded.

Nejire scowled. “And what, they just let you walk home looking like this?”

The boy shrugged, giving her a half-hearted smile that did nothing but annoy her more.

“It’s fine,” he said. “I’m used to it.”

Nejire’s grip tightened just slightly.

She didn’t know why she cared. She really didn’t. But for some reason, the sight of this kid—this quiet, tired, broken thing pretending he was fine—made her stomach twist in a way she didn’t like.

And for the first time in a long time, Nejire Hado felt something close to rage.

Not at him.

At whoever did this to him.

“You’re an idiot,” she muttered, finally letting go of his wrist.

Izuku blinked. “Huh?”

Nejire shoved her hands into her pockets, rolling her eyes. “Whatever. Just… don’t die or something.”

Then, before he could respond, she walked off.

She didn’t know why she said that. She didn’t know why she even cared.

But something told her this wasn’t the last time she’d see him.

And she wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

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Nejire never thought about that green-haired kid again.

At least, she told herself she didn’t.

But two weeks later, there he was.

It was supposed to be a normal walk back from U.A. Training had gone long, she was irritated as usual, and all she wanted was to get home, eat something, and sleep. But then she turned a corner and saw trouble.

A girl was on the ground, clutching her arm. In front of her stood a guy—some punk with a bad haircut and hands that looked like they were made of cracked stone.

And standing between them was him.

Same messy green hair. Same worn-out Aldera uniform. Same damn bruises.

Nejire stopped.

She didn’t step in. Not yet. She wanted to see what he’d do.

“You got a death wish, nerd?” the stone-fist guy growled. His voice was rough, like he chewed on gravel.

Izuku didn’t move.

Nejire narrowed her eyes. The air between them was tense, but the kid wasn’t flinching, wasn’t backing down.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Izuku said, voice steady.

Stone-Fist scoffed. “You seriously trying to play hero?”

Izuku didn’t answer. Instead, he shifted his stance slightly—like he was ready to take a hit.

Idiot.

Nejire had seen enough.

She stepped forward. “Hey, rock-for-brains.”

The guy turned just in time for Nejire to place a hand on his shoulder. A small, harmless pulse of her Quirk sent a shockwave through him—not enough to hurt, just enough to rattle his nerves and make his legs wobble.

He staggered. “The hell—?!”

Nejire gave him a flat stare. “You picking fights with kids now? That’s pathetic.

The guy glared, but there was hesitation now. He looked her up and down, probably realizing she wasn’t just some random girl.

“Who the hell are you?”

“U.A.” She let the letters hang in the air like a warning.

The shift was immediate. His hands twitched, the stone texture receding slightly. He looked at Izuku, then back at Nejire, and clicked his tongue.

“Tch. Whatever. Not worth my time.”

With one last glare, he turned and walked off.

Nejire waited until he was out of sight before exhaling through her nose. Then, finally, she turned to Izuku.

He was staring at her, wide-eyed.

“You…” He blinked. “You didn’t have to do that.”

Nejire frowned. “Yeah? Well, you didn’t have to be a dumbass and take a beating for someone else.”

Izuku looked down. “I just… couldn’t walk away.”

Nejire clicked her tongue. “Tch. Hero complex.”

She turned to leave, but something tugged at her gut. She sighed, glancing back. “You. Nerd. What’s your name?”

“…Izuku.”

“Midoriya Izuku,” the girl on the ground piped up, rubbing her arm.

Nejire rolled her eyes. “Hado Nejire.” She pointed a finger at him. “Try not to get yourself killed before U.A. entrance exams, got it?”

Izuku’s eyes widened. “Wait—how did you—?”

Nejire didn’t answer. She just walked off, leaving a very confused Izuku behind.

For some reason, she knew she’d be seeing him again.

And that annoyed her more than it should.

-----

 

A few days passed and she was back in the classroom. Her thoughts? A mess.

Nejire’s patience was running thin.

Normally, she could tune out the noise of her classmates—those overenthusiastic future heroes who buzzed with excitement over every little thing. But today, for some stupid reason, everything was pissing her off.

Tamaki kept glancing at her like he was worried she was about to explode. Mirio, ever the annoyingly perceptive one, kept nudging her, asking what was wrong with that bright, sunshine grin of his. Even the rest of 1-B, who she usually didn’t interact with, were stealing glances her way, as if waiting for her to snap.

She was scowling more than usual. Arms crossed tighter. Her whole aura screamed don’t talk to me.

And yet, because her classmates were nosy idiots who didn’t know how to leave well enough alone, someone finally asked outright:

“Nejire, what’s with you today? You seem extra irritated.”

Normally, she’d ignore them. She should ignore them.

But the words just left her mouth before she could stop them:

“I saw some dumbass throw himself in front of a fight like he wasn’t made of twigs and bad decisions.”

The room went silent.

Tamaki blinked. “Uh… what?”

Nejire clicked her tongue. “Forget it.”

But Mirio was already grinning. “Wait, wait! Did Nejire-chan get worried about someone?”

Nejire shot him a glare so sharp it could’ve cut steel. “No.

The entire class exchanged looks.

Mirio leaned in. “Who’s the lucky guy?”

“I will blast you through the wall, Togata.”

Tamaki mumbled something about how that was probably true. Mirio, ever unfazed, just laughed.

But Nejire wasn’t in the mood.

Because no matter how much she tried to shake it off, she couldn’t get that idiot—Midoriya Izuku—out of her head.

And that? That was annoying as hell.

-----

 

A few days passed once more, this time she was on her way to UA. A normal walk turned chaotic when a little boy got his ball on the street.

Nejire didn’t panic.

Panic was for people who let their emotions take control. Nejire was always in control.

But her heart did skip—no, skyrocket—when she saw the kid.

A small boy, maybe five or six, chasing after a ball. Oblivious. Happy. Running straight into the street.

And then—

A truck.

Nejire’s body moved before her mind caught up. Electricity crackled in her palms, muscles tensed to launch—

But someone was faster.

A blur of green shot forward.

Izuku.

The idiot.

He grabbed the kid, arms wrapped around his small body, and yanked him back just as the truck sped past.

Nejire skidded to a stop, heart pounding.

The kid let out a startled sob. Izuku held him tightly, whispering something—probably soothing words. Nejire couldn’t hear over the rush of blood in her ears.

Then, slowly, Izuku lifted his head.

Their eyes met.

And for the first time, Nejire wasn’t irritated. She wasn’t scowling.

She was stunned.

Izuku blinked, seemingly recognizing her. “Oh… it’s you.”

That snapped her back. “What the hell was that?”

Izuku tilted his head, confused. “Uh… saving a kid?”

Nejire marched up to him, fists clenched. “You—” She exhaled sharply through her nose, trying to suppress the frustration bubbling in her chest. “You didn’t even look first, dumbass.”

Izuku flinched slightly, rubbing the back of his head. “I-I knew I could make it…”

Nejire’s eye twitched. “Yeah? And what if you didn’t?”

Izuku opened his mouth, then closed it, seemingly realizing he had no good answer for that.

Before he could try, the kid sniffled and tugged on Izuku’s sleeve. “T-Thank you, big bro…”

Izuku smiled gently. “Be more careful, okay?”

The boy nodded rapidly before running back to his panicked mother.

Nejire crossed her arms. “You really are a dumbass.”

Izuku chuckled awkwardly. “I get that a lot.”

Nejire exhaled sharply. “Tch. Hero complex.”

She turned to leave—because what else was there to say? But then she stopped.

“…U.A. entrance exam. You better not die.”

Izuku blinked. Then, for some reason, he grinned.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Nejire scowled and walked away, ignoring the heat in her face.

Damn him.

-----

 

Nejire was pissed.

More than usual.

She didn’t even try to hide it anymore. The permanent scowl on her face was deeper. Her arms were crossed so tightly she might as well have been restraining herself from punching something.

Her classmates noticed—of course, they did.

Tamaki had been stealing glances at her all morning like she was a bomb waiting to go off. The rest of the class wisely kept their distance, sensing the storm brewing.

But, of course, Mirio was an idiot.

“Nejire-chan, you’re extra grumpy today.” He leaned on her desk, all smiles, completely unfazed by her murder aura. “C’mon, what’s up?”

Normally, she’d ignore him. Roll her eyes. Maybe give him a look and move on.

But today?

Today, her irritation boiled over.

“You wanna know what’s up?” Nejire snapped, slamming her hands on her desk. “I’ll tell you what’s up, Togata.”

The entire class froze. Even Tamaki stiffened.

Mirio, unfazed as always, just nodded. “Go on.”

And then—she ranted.

“There’s this green-haired dumbass who keeps throwing himself into danger like he’s got a death wish! I mean, who the hell just walks home covered in burns and bruises like it’s normal? Who sees some rock-handed moron about to throw a punch and decides to stand in the way?”

Her voice rose.

“And don’t even get me started on earlier! A truck! A literal truck! And instead of, I don’t know, letting someone with an actual Quirk handle it, this idiot just jumps in without looking! No hesitation, no thinking, just—” She made an exasperated gesture. “—zoop right in front of danger! Like a dumbass! A reckless, self-sacrificing, hero-complex dumbass!

Silence.

The entire class was staring.

Even Tamaki was peeking from behind his hands, completely shocked.

Mirio blinked.

Then—

“Ohhhhh.”

Nejire’s eye twitched. “…What.”

Mirio grinned. “You like him.”

The class collectively inhaled.

Nejire froze.

Then—

EXCUSE ME?!

Mirio chuckled. “C’mon, Nejire-chan. You’ve never ranted about anyone like this before.”

Tamaki, still trying to process what he was hearing, muttered, “I-I don’t think she even talks this much about school…”

Nejire growled. “I do not like him. I hate him. He’s a reckless, irrational, self-sacrificing—”

“—hero?” Mirio finished.

She clenched her fists.

Damn him.

Damn both of them.

-----

 

One Year

One fucking Year, and she hadn’t seen that reckless green-haired idiot once.

Not in passing between hero courses. Not even in the sports festival, which meant one of two things: either he failed, or he wasn’t here at all.

And that should have been the end of it.

She should have forgotten about him.

But sometimes, when she wasn’t focused on school or hero training, she’d remember. She’d remember that bruised, burned kid walking home alone. She’d remember the way he stood in front of that girl, fists clenched, unwavering. She’d remember the damn truck—

And she’d get mad all over again.

So when she finally did see him again, two years later, her brain short-circuited.

Because of course she found him in the most ridiculous state imaginable.

No blazer.

No tie.

Uniform shirt rumpled, sleeves rolled up, scuffed shoes, and that damn messy hair looking even wilder than before.

And—oh—he was fighting.

Not against a villain, but against some upperclassmen who were definitely picking a fight.

He was standing there, shoulders squared, breathing steady, eyes burning with something fierce. A quiet storm.

There were three guys. Bigger than him. Stronger. One cracked his knuckles, clearly expecting Izuku to back down.

He didn’t.

Nejire exhaled through her nose.

“Are you kidding me?”

Izuku blinked. Then turned.

And when their eyes met, she felt the world tilt for a split second.

Recognition flickered in his face. And then—

“Oh.”

That was it?

One year, and all he had to say was ‘oh’?!

Nejire’s eye twitched.

She marched straight toward him, ignoring the upperclassmen entirely, stopping just short of invading his space.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” she hissed.

Izuku, bless his dumbass heart, just looked confused. “Uh—?”

She jabbed a finger into his chest. “One year. One year, and you still have the same reckless, dumbass energy!”

The upperclassmen looked between them, clearly thrown off.

Izuku scratched his cheek. “Um… hi?”

Nejire resisted the urge to scream.

Before she could tear into him, one of the guys scoffed. “Hey, lady, this doesn’t concern y—”

Nejire whipped her head around.

The glare she shot him could have leveled a city block.

He shut up instantly.

Izuku blinked, he mutters “Scary.”

Nejire snapped back to him, scowling. “You shut up.”

-----

 

Izuku Midoriya had faced many things in his life.

Explosions. Bullying. Katsuki Bakugo’s temper.

But nothing—nothing—had prepared him for the force of nature that was Nejire Hado grabbing his wrist and dragging him through the streets like she was hauling a bag of groceries.

"Uh—Hado-san?" he tried.

She ignored him.

He tried again. "H-Hado-san, where are we—?"

Still nothing.

Pedestrians stared. Some whispered.

And then, before he could blink, he was standing in the entrance of a house—her house—watching as she kicked the door open like she owned the place.

“Mom, Dad, I’m home,” she called flatly.

A man poked his head out from the kitchen. "Oh, welcome home, sweet—"

Then he saw Izuku.

Then he saw Nejire holding Izuku’s wrist.

Then he saw Nejire dragging Izuku past him like it was nothing.

The man did a full spit-take.

"PFFT—!"

Nejire ignored it.

Her mother peeked out, eyes widening slightly. “Oh my.”

Nejire ignored that, too.

Izuku, meanwhile, was dying inside.

But before he could say anything, Nejire’s grip tightened, and he was hauled upstairs to her room.

Then—

Slam.

The door shut.

“Sit.”

Izuku sat.

Nejire exhaled sharply, rolling up her sleeves as she rummaged through a cabinet. Seconds later, she returned with a medical kit, kneeling in front of him without hesitation.

And that was when reality hit.

She was close. Too close. Close enough that he could see every detail of her expression—the crease in her brows, the way her lips pressed together in something between annoyance and focus.

He swallowed.

“H-Hado-san, I don’t think—”

She grabbed his arm.

He winced.

Her glare shut him up instantly.

“Hold still.”

He held still.

She started cleaning his wounds with sharp, practiced movements. Not gentle, but not rough, either. Just efficient. Focused.

Izuku sat there, watching her in stunned silence as she worked, completely at a loss for words.

It was only when she dabbed at a particularly sore bruise that he flinched slightly.

Her eyes snapped to his.

He froze.

Her gaze hardened.

"Stop squirming."

Izuku nodded quickly. “Y-Yes, ma’am.”

Nejire scoffed, shaking her head as she went back to work.

Izuku exhaled slowly, heartbeat hammering for some reason.

And all he could think was—

‘What the hell is happening?’

Izuku wasn’t sure how, but at some point, he stopped questioning things.

Because at this point, questioning anything Nejire Hado did felt like wasted effort.

So when she disappeared into the bathroom with a fresh set of clothes, leaving him sitting there awkwardly in her room, he just accepted it.

When she reemerged, damp hair now messily tied back, wearing a loose hoodie and shorts, he barely even blinked.

When she pointed at him and said, “Stand,” he stood.

And when she grabbed his hand again, yanked open her door, and stepped outside—

CRASH—!

Her parents fell into her room.

Izuku jerked back in surprise. Nejire didn’t even flinch.

Her mother coughed, straightening up. “Oh, dear. How clumsy of us.”

Her father quickly nodded. “Yes. Just passing by.”

They were terrible liars.

Izuku, still processing, just blinked.

Nejire, with the most unimpressed look imaginable, stepped over them like they weren’t even there.

“Come on,” she muttered, dragging him again.

Izuku barely managed to stumble after her.

Once they were outside, she finally spoke again.

“Where do you live?”

Silence.

Izuku hesitated.

Nejire stopped walking. Turned.

Looked him dead in the eyes.

Then, flatly—

Dumbass. Where do you live?”

Izuku swallowed. “Uh…”

Wrong answer.

Her grip tightened.

Izuku immediately scrambled to respond. “A-Apartment complex, three blocks down—!”

Before he could finish, she dragged him forward.

And suddenly, for the second time that day, he was being hauled through the streets like an oversized shopping bag.

Pedestrians watched. Some whispered.

Izuku sighed.

At this point, he figured struggling would only make it worse.

So he just let it happen.

-----

 

Nejire had zero hesitation as she dragged the green dumbass through the streets.

Three blocks down. A slightly worn-down apartment complex. Second floor. Apartment 203.

She stopped right in front of the door. Finally.

The moment she let go of his wrist, Izuku sighed in relief, rubbing at his arm. She ignored it.

Before she could tell him to open the damn door, it suddenly swung open.

Out stepped a chubby woman, short and soft-looking, with green hair that almost matched Izuku’s.

Nejire blinked.

'So this was his mom'

The woman’s wide brown eyes landed on them—on Izuku’s bruises, on Nejire standing way too close—and immediately filled with concern.

"Izuku?! What happened?!"

Nejire softened her gaze. She was a bitch, not rude.

She took a small step back and dipped her head slightly. “I found him on the way home—”

She didn’t get to finish.

Izuku interrupted.

“I tripped!” he blurted.

Nejire twitched.

“I landed on my face,” he continued, too quickly. “Hado-san just helped take care of my injuries, that’s why I’m late.”

Nejire narrowed her eyes.

Okay. She didn’t know what to get mad at first.

The fact that he lied right in front of her?

Or the fact that he interrupted her?

...Whatever.

He was fine now. That was the important part.

Nejire exhaled through her nose and gave his mother a short bow. “I’ll be going now.”

She turned to leave—

“Oh, wait!”

Nejire stopped.

Inko Midoriya smiled warmly. “Please, come in! I just finished baking cookies.”

Nejire hesitated.

Cookies.

Freshly baked cookies.

…Well.

What kind of monster says no to cookies?

“…Alright.”

She stepped inside.

Izuku, still looking vaguely horrified, shut the door behind her.

-----

 

Nejire chewed thoughtfully.

Was Inko Midoriya’s Quirk baking?

Because damn, these cookies were good.

She indulged herself, but respectfully—she was a guest, after all. That didn’t mean she wasn’t going to enjoy herself.

As she nibbled on another cookie, she glanced around the apartment. It was simple, small, and homey. Lived-in. Warm.

It felt…nice.

Inko, meanwhile, was chatting away, smiling as she poured tea. “It’s so rare for Izuku to bring home a friend!”

Nejire didn’t react.

Izuku tensed.

Nejire lazily glanced at him. Friend, huh?

Sure. Let’s not tell his mother that she constantly calls her son a dumbass.

Again, she was a bitch, not rude.

Inko turned to her, curious. “So, how did you two meet?”

Nejire knew instantly—Izuku wouldn’t want her saying anything about the real reasons behind his injuries.

So, without hesitation—

“Oh, just saw him in passing about a year ago,” she said easily. “We’d greet each other when we walked by. That’s about it.”

Izuku, to his credit, managed to school his face very quickly.

Inko beamed. “I’m so glad Izuku has a friend like you! You seem like such a nice girl.”

Nejire blinked.

Nice?

Her?

That was…new.

She didn’t quite know what to say to that, so she just took another bite of her cookie.

Weird.

She never really thought about whether she was nice or not. She was just her.

Izuku, not wanting to stay in his school clothes, excused himself to change.

The moment he left, Nejire leaned back into the couch, finishing off the last cookie on her plate.

She was so close to accepting that Inko Midoriya’s Quirk had to be baking because—seriously—where the hell was she getting all these cookies?

Another fresh batch was placed onto the table, warm and golden-brown. Nejire wasn’t one to question miracles, so she just took another one.

As she did, Inko gave her a grateful smile.

“Thank you,” she said softly.

Nejire paused mid-bite, glancing up. “Huh?”

“For taking care of Izuku.” Inko’s expression turned a little wistful. “Ever since he was declared quirkless…things have never been the same for him.”

Quirkless.

The word struck.

Nejire froze.

The bruises. The burns. The worn-out uniform.

It all made sense now.

That dumbass wasn’t just picking fights—he was getting bullied.

Her grip on her cookie tightened.

Well. That pissed her off.

Before she could say anything, Izuku came back, now dressed in fresh clothes.

Nejire barely spared him a glance before holding out her hand.

“Your phone. Give it to me.”

Izuku stared. “H-huh?”

A sharp glare was all it took for him to fumble for his phone and hand it over.

She snatched it, typed a few things, then shoved it back into his hands.

Izuku blinked, looking down at the screen.

A new contact was added.

Hado.

Nejire crossed her arms. “I’m usually out by the time your school ends. If you ever need anything, text or call me.”

Izuku stared at his phone, then at her.

Then back at his phone.

Then back at her.

Nejire rolled her eyes. “Don’t make it weird.”

And with that, she turned, grabbed the cookie container Inko had packed for her, and left.

She walked home, chewing thoughtfully on another cookie.

Izuku Midoriya was quirkless.

Quirkless.

'Fucking hell'

Her irritation spiked again.

-----

 

After Nejire left, the Midoriya household fell into an almost eerie silence.

Izuku sat stiffly at the table, his mind still trying to catch up with everything that had just happened.

Across from him, his mother sipped her tea, humming contently.

Then, with a pleased smile, she said, “Oh, I like her.”

Izuku nearly choked. “W-What?!”

“She sure knows how to take charge,” Inko mused, tilting her head. “It’s nice to see you with such a strong-willed friend.”

Izuku had no idea how to respond to that, so he just sat there, processing.

That night, after dinner, he lay in bed, staring at his phone.

A girl’s number.

He had a girl’s number.

What was he supposed to do? There was no guidebook for how to text a girl who could glare his soul out of existence.

Maybe he should just…confirm it was him? That was the normal thing to do, right?

His fingers hesitated over the keyboard before he finally typed a simple Hi:

Then, he hit send.

Except—

Ho

Ho.

Izuku blinked staring at his message.

HO.

His life was over.

-----

 

After arriving home, she successfully avoided her parents' very unsubtle questions about the boy she dragged into her room.

The questions only got worse when they started hinting about grandchildren.

She ignored them all.

Now, sitting at her desk, she focused on her homework, brows furrowed in concentration.

Then, her phone vibrated.

She picked it up, glancing at the screen.

Unknown Number: Ho

She squinted.

'The fuck?'

Before she could even process that, another text came through.

Unknown Number: Hi, it’s me, Izuku.

Nejire grinned.

Oh, she was never going to let him live this down.

-----

 

It had been three days since she gave Izuku her number.

And in those three days, he hadn't really texted her.

Not that she had texted him either, but still.

Fair enough.

But now the weekend was coming, and something had caught her attention—

A new ramen place was opening nearby, and they were offering a discount if you came with someone. A special deal for their grand opening.

The problem?

She didn’t have friends.

Well…

Her fingers hovered over her phone before she shrugged.

Hado: Busy this weekend? Wanna get some ramen?

-----

Meanwhile with our green-haired idiot…

Lunch at Aldera was dangerous.

You had to eat fast, avoid catching attention, and be ready to dodge any incoming ‘accidents’ with your food.

So when Izuku’s phone buzzed, he barely paid it any attention.

That changed when he glanced at the screen.

His body immediately locked up.

Hado: Busy this weekend? Wanna get some ramen?

He choked.

Like, physically choked.

His entire lunch threatened to go down the wrong pipe as he sputtered, coughing violently.

Several students turned to look, some laughing, some ignoring him entirely.

He waved them off, trying to calm his racing heart.

Was this real? Was he hallucinating?

His fingers trembled as he quickly typed back.

Izuku: Uh. No! I mean, I’m not busy! Yeah, ramen sounds great!

He hovered over the send button for way too long before finally pressing it.

Then, he proceeded to panic.

-----

 

Saturday came fast as Nejire stood outside Izuku’s apartment, hands shoved in her pockets, rocking on her heels as she waited. She was wearing a simple cream sweater and some jeans.

The door finally opened, revealing Izuku in a hoodie and jeans. He blinked at her, looking somehow both nervous and confused.

“You’re early,” he said.

Nejire rolled her eyes. “And you’re slow. C’mon, let’s go.”

She grabbed his wrist and started walking, ignoring the way he stumbled slightly before matching her pace.

It was only a few minutes into their walk that she noticed.

“…You’re wearing your school shoes.”

Izuku flinched. “I—uh—forgot to get new ones.”

Nejire stopped. Stared. Then sighed. “You really are a dumbass.”

Izuku made a sound of protest but didn’t argue.

They arrived at the ramen shop just as the sun was high in the sky, signaling that it was lunchtime. A line was forming outside, but Nejire had planned ahead. She stepped past the crowd, pulling Izuku along, and showed her reservation on her phone.

The waiter led them inside, seating them at a small booth. The place was warm, the scent of fresh broth and spices filling the air.

Nejire grabbed the menu, eyes scanning the options. “Alright, we’re getting the biggest bowls they have.”

Izuku, still looking a little overwhelmed, glanced up. “Uh—biggest?”

She leveled him with a look. “You’re too skinny. You do eat, right?”

Izuku turned red. “I eat! I just—”

“Then it’s settled.” She flagged down a waiter and placed their order, not giving Izuku a chance to argue.

When their food arrived, Nejire wasted no time digging in. She caught Izuku staring and raised an eyebrow.

“What?” she asked, mouth half-full of noodles.

Izuku blinked. “Nothing, just… you’re different from how I imagined.”

Nejire swallowed. “What, you expected me to be all bubbly and giggly?”

He flinched, looking very much like that was exactly what he expected.

Nejire rolled her eyes. “Tch. You’re dumb.”

A small, awkward silence stretched between them before Izuku spoke again.

“Thank you, though.”

Nejire stopped mid-bite, looking up.

“For… taking me out. I, uh… I don’t really—go out much.”

Nejire stared at him for a moment before huffing. “Yeah, no shit. You’re either getting your ass kicked or walking around looking like a kicked puppy.”

Izuku winced. “You don’t have to say it like that…”

Nejire shrugged. “I say it how it is.”

Another silence. But this time, it wasn’t awkward. It was comfortable.

She didn’t know why she cared so much about this dumb, green-haired loser. But looking at him now—eating his ramen, looking confused but oddly grateful—she figured she didn’t need to know why.

She just did.

And that was fine.

For now.

-----

 

Ramen was done and the bill paid for and Izuku was questioning his life.

He should’ve known better than to think the ramen trip was the end of it.

He realized his mistake when Nejire grabbed his wrist the moment they stepped out of the restaurant.

“Uh—where are we going?” he asked, trying to keep up as she dragged him down the street.

“Public market,” she said casually.

Izuku blinked. “Why?”

Nejire stopped, turned, and pointed directly at his feet. “Because you, Midoriya, are wearing your school shoes like some kind of lost child.”

Izuku tensed. “I—I have other shoes!”

She raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? Where are they?”

Izuku opened his mouth. Then closed it.

Yeah. That’s what she thought.

“C’mon,” she said, dragging him along again.

Izuku sighed but followed, clearly accepting his fate.

The public market was packed. Street vendors lined the sidewalks, selling everything from food to clothes to weird little trinkets. The air smelled like grilled meat, fresh bread, and something sweet Nejire couldn’t quite place.

She weaved through the crowd easily, but Izuku struggled to keep up.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked.

Nejire scoffed. “Yes. You need shoes, and I am fixing that.”

“I can just—”

“No.”

“I really don’t—”

“No.”

“Hado-san, I—”

“I said no.” She stopped suddenly, turning to glare at him. “Listen, dumbass. You need new shoes. I’m buying them. You will wear them. And if you try to argue, I will make you regret it.”

Izuku swallowed. “...Noted.”

Satisfied, she grabbed his wrist again and pulled him toward a shoe stall.

The vendor greeted them cheerfully. Nejire immediately started browsing, seeing a simple high-cut shoe for going out she took it and shoved it at Izuku to try on.

“These are expensive,” he mumbled, looking at a price tag.

“I didn’t ask.”

Izuku sighed but slipped on the pair she handed him. They fit perfectly.

Nejire grinned. “See? Perfect.”

“I can pay you back—”

“Nope.”

“Nejire—”

“Shhh.”

“But—”

She poked his forehead. “Shhh.”

Izuku groaned, clearly defeated.

Nejire smirked. Victory.

She handed the vendor the money, ignoring Izuku’s helpless expression.

“Alright,” she said once the transaction was done. “Now you don’t look like a tragic schoolboy anymore.”

Izuku sighed, rubbing his forehead. “I don’t know whether to thank you or be embarrassed.”

Nejire grinned. “Both.”

He shook his head, but there was something warm in his expression now. Like he wasn’t quite used to someone looking out for him like this.

That was fine.

She’d just have to do it more often

But more on that later, time for something fun.

Shoes? Check.

Next stop? The Arcade.

She practically dragged Izuku through the crowded streets, weaving between people like she was on a mission.

"Uh—Nejire?" Izuku huffed, trying to keep up. "Where—?"

"Arcade."

"...Why?"

Nejire shot him a look. "Because it's fun, dumbass."

Izuku looked like he wanted to argue, but honestly? He just sighed and accepted his fate. Again.

The arcade was packed. Loud music, flashing lights, and the constant sound of buttons being mashed filled the air.

Nejire, being a regular, was instantly recognized.

"Hado! You're back!" the guy at the counter grinned. "Usual tokens?"

"You know it!" she chirped, slapping some money down.

Izuku blinked. "You come here a lot?"

Nejire smirked. "I own this place."

That was a lie, but the way the employees greeted her like royalty made Izuku believe it for a second.

She tossed him a handful of tokens. "Alright, Midoriya. Time to see if you're any good at anything here."

Izuku hesitated, staring at the tokens like they were foreign objects. "...I haven't really played in an arcade before."

Nejire stared.

"Okay, no. No, no, no. That’s unacceptable." She grabbed his wrist. "Come on, we're fixing this now."

-----

 

Game 1: Air Hockey

It was a massacre.

"How are you this good?" Izuku gaped as Nejire scored another goal.

Nejire smirked, twirling the striker in her hand. "I told you. I own this place."

"You cheated."

"Nope."

"You totally cheated."

"Nope."

Izuku groaned as the scoreboard flashed: Nejire - 7, Izuku - 0.

 

Game 2: Fighting Game

Izuku was a quick learner.

At first, Nejire was destroying him, button-mashing her way to victory.

But then Izuku started analyzing.

By the third round, he was countering everything.

"HOW?!" Nejire shrieked as her character got obliterated.

Izuku, now grinning, adjusted his grip on the joystick. "I, uh... I just memorized your patterns."

"YOU NERD."

Izuku just laughed.

 

Game 3: Claw Machine

"These things are rigged," Nejire grumbled, glaring at the claw.

Izuku, kneeling beside her, studied the machine. "...Actually, if you wait for the claw to stop swaying and angle it just right—"

Nejire immediately shoved him. "NO NERD STRATEGY, JUST VIBES."

Izuku sighed but let her do her thing.

She failed.

Repeatedly.

After her fifth attempt, Izuku finally stepped in.

Two tries later, he won a plushie.

Nejire stared as he handed it to her.

"...Dumbass."

Izuku just smiled.

-----

 

Nejire stretched as they stepped out of the arcade, the sky now a soft orange. "Whew, that was fun."

Izuku, now carrying a small bag of prizes (mostly Nejire’s failed attempts), nodded. "...Yeah. It was."

Nejire glanced at him. He looked... lighter. More relaxed.

Nejire’s smirked softly.

"...Good."

-----

 

Nejire shut the door behind her and tossed her bag onto the chair. The plushie from the claw machine sat in her arms, soft and a little squished from how she held it on the way home.

She flopped onto her bed, sighing as she stared at the ceiling.

Looking back… that was actually fun.

Dragging Izuku around, teasing him, watching him struggle, and then surprisingly beating her at a game—it was a good time.

A small smirk tugged at her lips.

‘Maybe I should do that again sometime.’

She turned to her side, hugging the plushie absentmindedly.

Not a bad day at all.

-----

 

3 days passed after the whole ‘date’ thing. She still denies it was a date no matter how much her parents try to convince her otherwise.

She was walking home as usual when she spotted a familiar mop of green hair on the pavement.

Her eye twitched.

Again?

Izuku was on the ground, bruised, dirt smeared across his uniform, and his backpack a few feet away, its contents spilled out. He was in the middle of picking himself up when she stormed over.

"The fuck happened to you?" she demanded, her shadow looming over him.

Izuku flinched at the voice, then looked up—and immediately paled. "Oh! H-Hey, Hado-san…" He laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his head. "Uh, I tripped—"

Nejire crouched down and flicked his forehead. Hard.

"Don't even start with that dumb excuse," she said, crossing her arms. "Tripping doesn’t give you those." She pointed at his bruised face, the scuff marks on his arms, and the ripped sleeve.

Izuku avoided her gaze. "It's nothing, really—"

Another flick.

"Ow!"

"Dumbass." She exhaled sharply, standing up. "Get your stuff. You're coming with me."

"But—!"

"Now."

Izuku swallowed his protests and scrambled to pick up his things, knowing full well arguing wouldn’t get him anywhere.

Nejire turned on her heel and started walking. He followed without question.

She was way more irritated than usual.

-----

 

Izuku sat stiffly on the floor of his apartment while Nejire dug through the pharmacy bag, pulling out bandages and antiseptic like a professional.

"Shirt off," she ordered without looking up.

He hesitated. "Uh—"

She shot him a glare. "I already saw worse last time. Don't make me do it for you."

Izuku swallowed hard and obeyed, peeling off his ruined uniform shirt. His arms and torso were a mess of bruises and scratches, some fresh, some fading. Nejire's expression remained unreadable as she started disinfecting his wounds, her touch surprisingly gentle despite her usual sharp attitude.

He winced when the antiseptic stung.

"Does your mom know?" she asked suddenly, voice flat.

Izuku blinked. "Know what?"

Nejire's glare could probably set something on fire. "About you getting bullied, dumbass."

Izuku’s jaw tightened. He looked away. "It’s not a big deal."

A sharp flick to his forehead made him yelp.

"It is a big deal," she snapped. "Don't act like this is normal."

Izuku pressed his lips together but said nothing. What was he supposed to say? That it was normal? That he didn’t want his mom worrying even more?

Nejire huffed, frustration rolling off her in waves. "Unbelievable. You're a complete idiot."

Still, she kept tending to his wounds, hands steady. And despite everything, Izuku couldn’t help but feel… oddly safe.

It irritates her to see him like this. Why the fuck does it irritate her so.

Bruised, battered, covered in scrapes—like it was normal. Like he was used to it. Like this was just a regular part of his life.

That pissed her off.

Izuku gulped, his body stiff as he sat on the floor while she cleaned his wounds. He didn’t dare move. One wrong twitch and he was sure he’d die right here.

Nejire was seething.

Her hands were surprisingly gentle as she wrapped a fresh bandage around his arm, but her face? Her glare could have reduced someone to tears.

“So,” she muttered, voice deceptively calm. “What excuse are you gonna use on your mom?”

Izuku hesitated.

“…I fell?”

A muscle in her jaw twitched.

"You fell?"

Izuku nodded, hoping the answer would satisfy her. It did not.

Nejire stared at him, unblinking, before she let out a slow, deep breath. “You fell,” she repeated, like she was testing how the words tasted in her mouth. “You expect your mom to believe that?”

"I mean… it worked last time?" Izuku said weakly.

Nejire squeezed the bandage roll in her hands. "Worked last time?"

Izuku definitely wasn’t making it out of this alive.

She sighed sharply, dropping the bandage into her lap. "Alright. That’s it. I’m handling this."

Izuku blinked. “Handling what?”

Nejire didn’t answer. She simply stood up, stretched, and dusted off her hands like she was preparing for a fight. Then, she looked down at him with a determined glare.

“Stand up.”

Izuku obeyed.

"New rule, dumbass," she said, poking his forehead. "If you ever find yourself getting your ass kicked again, you better find a way to let me know. No more toughing it out alone."

Izuku stared. "...Why?"

Her glare intensified.

Izuku quickly backtracked. "I-I mean, it's not like—"

Nejire crossed her arms. "Because I said so. I hate seeing you like this."

That caught him off guard.

She hated it?

He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know how to respond to that.

So, he said the first thing that came to mind.

"...Okay."

Nejire squinted, like she wasn’t sure if he was actually agreeing or just trying to shut her up.

After a moment, she huffed. "Good. Remember that."

Then, she turned on her heel, grabbed her stuff, and headed for the door like she hadn't just flipped his whole world upside down.

Before she left, she paused. "Oh. And, uh… get some sleep or something. You look like shit."

And with that, she was gone.

Izuku stood there in stunned silence.

Then, slowly, he touched his forehead where she had poked him.

For some reason… his face felt warm.

Notes:

And that's a wrap. Yes I posted two fics in...a week? Don't remember honestly, was just in the mood. So this is not the end is pretty much like Arc 1 or chapter 1 of the Bitch and the Nerd. Hope you guys enjoyed this.

Chapter 42: Death's Claim

Summary:

Izuku Midoriya has always seen her—a dark-eyed woman lingering at the edge of his vision, silent and patient. As a child, he feared her. As a teen, he grew curious. As a hero, he accepted her. Death itself has laid claim to him, watching his every step. He was supposed to be hers, yet he keeps escaping her grasp.

But that’s fine.

Because no matter when, no matter how—Izuku Midoriya belongs to her.

Notes:

Hey just got this idea in my head and it stuck so I wrote it. This is an OC. Hope you enjoy it

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

The world had changed with the rise of quirks. What had once been a world governed by the mundane had become something straight out of fantasy—humans capable of breathing fire, bending steel, flying through the skies. Society adapted, shifting to accommodate the gifted, and soon, heroes and villains became a staple of everyday life.

But not everyone was gifted.

There were still those left behind, those born quirkless. A small, shrinking percentage of the population that could do nothing but watch as the world moved forward without them.

Izuku Midoriya was one of them.

At four years old, he was given his sentence. No quirk. His mother wept, holding him close, apologizing for something that wasn’t her fault. Society pitied him, teachers ignored him, and his childhood friend turned tormentor, Katsuki Bakugo, made sure to remind him every day that he was nothing.

Izuku should have been alone.

But he wasn’t.

Even as a child, Izuku had always seen her.

A woman draped in black, eyes dark and hollow like the void itself. Her expression never changed—cold, unreadable, yet never cruel. Her hair was long, black as midnight, blending into the darkness around her. She was always there, lingering in the corners of his vision. Sometimes she stood far away, barely a shadow in his periphery. Other times, she was close, so close he could almost feel her breath against his skin.

And when he turned to look at her fully—she was gone.

The first time he told his mother, she panicked. She called the police, thinking a stalker was following her son. They searched, and questioned him, but found nothing.

After that, no one spoke about it again.

But the woman remained.

As he grew older, Izuku stopped telling people. They never believed him. They’d laugh, brush him off, or worse—look at him with pity.

So he accepted it.

The woman in black was just there, a constant in his life. If he ignored her, she never left. If he acknowledged her, she never spoke.

So, in his mind, he gave her a name. Kokuyō.

His Black Lady.

-----

 

Izuku had always known he was powerless. But that didn’t stop him from trying.

When Katsuki was trapped, choking on sludge, heroes stood by—hesitating. Watching. No one moved.

So he did.

His legs carried him forward before his brain could catch up, his arms moving to claw at the villain, desperate to do something, even if it meant dying.

But he didn’t die.

All Might saved him. He survived.

And that night, for the first time, he saw her fully.

His room was dark, the only sound was his own shaky breathing as he stared at the ceiling, replaying the day's events over and over.

Then the temperature dropped.

A chill crept over his skin—cold, heavy, suffocating. The air thickened, pressing down on him like a weight.

And when he turned his head, she was there.

Not in the corner. Not in the shadows.

On his bed.

Kokuyō sat beside him, her black dress pooling like ink around her. Her hollow eyes stared down at him, empty yet full of something unknowable.

He couldn’t breathe.

Slowly, she reached for him.

Izuku flinched but didn’t move away as cold fingers cupped his cheeks, the chill seeping into his bones. Her thumbs brushed against his skin, gentle, almost curious.

Then she hummed.

A quiet, almost pleased sound, vibrated through the silence.

And just as suddenly as she appeared—she was gone.

Months passed, but nothing changed.

Izuku still saw her.

Kokuyō remained a constant presence, always lingering just out of reach. She never spoke, never acted. She simply was.

He had long since stopped feeling fear. What was the point? She wasn’t a threat, not really. If she had wanted to hurt him, she would have done so already. Instead, she watched. Observed. Waited.

And Izuku, in turn, had accepted her.

But it wasn’t until the night after the Overhaul raid that he truly understood what she was.

Pain.

It throbbed through his body, dull and relentless, even through the painkillers. His arms felt like lead, his ribs ached, and his mind was clouded with exhaustion.

But something else was there.

Something cold.

The air thickened, pressing against his chest. A suffocating chill settled over him, seeping into his skin, his bones.

And when he opened his eyes—

He was face to face with her.

Black. Empty. Endless.

She loomed over him, her body straddling his, knees pressing into the mattress on either side of his waist. Her arms caged him in, hands resting at the sides of his head, fingers brushing against his hair.

There was no distance this time. No fleeting glances.

Only her.

Izuku’s breath hitched. He couldn’t move.

She studied him, gaze heavy, unreadable.

Then, she spoke.

"You were supposed to die."

Her voice was smooth, laced with something unreadable. Not anger. Not frustration. Curiosity.

Izuku swallowed. His heart pounded, but not out of fear.

"The moment you threw yourself forward," she continued, "the moment you pushed beyond what your body could withstand—"

Her cold fingers ghosted over his skin, tracing the bruises along his jaw.

"You should have been mine."

A chill spread through him, a feeling so final that for a moment, he could almost believe it.

"And yet... you live."

She leaned in closer, the weight of her presence pressing down on him like a force beyond comprehension.

"Why?" she murmured, tilting her head. "What makes you different? Why can't I take you?"

Izuku had no answer. He didn't know.

Her fingers curled around his chin, tilting his head up so he had no choice but to meet her gaze.

"You are mine."

It wasn’t a threat.

It wasn’t a warning.

It was a fact.

Her lips curved into something almost resembling a smirk.

"And one day, darling~" she whispered, her breath cold against his skin, "you will be mine."

And then—

She was gone.

-----

 

The warmth of the dorm was a stark contrast to the sterile, cold atmosphere of the hospital. Laughter echoed through the common area as his classmates, those who had fought alongside him during the Overhaul raid, sat together. Some ate, others simply basked in the comfort of survival.

It wasn’t a grand party—just a small gathering to make sure they were all okay. A way to remind themselves they were still here, still breathing.

Izuku offered them a tired smile, answering their questions as best he could. Yes, he was fine. No, he didn’t push himself too hard. Yes, he would rest.

He meant it.

But then—

A chill.

Faint, creeping in through the warmth like an unwelcome shadow.

Izuku stiffened.

His gaze flickered across the room, instinctively searching—until he found her.

Just behind Momo.

She was smiling.

Black eyes met green.

His breath caught in his throat.

And then, she was gone.

-----

 

The door of his room shut behind him with a quiet click.

He sighed, rolling his shoulders. His body still ached, but he welcomed the solitude.

Then—

"Oh?"

Izuku jumped.

There she was.

Sitting on the edge of his bed, legs crossed, expression amused.

She hadn’t been there a second ago.

A slow, creeping dread settled in his stomach—not fear, but something heavier.

For the first time in years, she wasn’t standing in the corner of his vision.

She was here.

Waiting.

Watching.

Not leaving.

He swallowed thickly. His throat was dry.

“…Who are you?”

A giggle. Soft. Playful.

"Oh, Izuku~" she purred, tilting her head. "You know exactly who I am."

His lips parted—then closed.

Because he did know.

“…Kokuyō.”

Another giggle, this time more pleased.

"Ah, you always call me that. I do like it~"

Her fingers drummed lazily against her knee, a thoughtful hum escaping her lips.

"But no."

Her gaze locked onto his, dark and endless.

"I am Death."

A beat of silence.

"Yes… that Death."

She leaned forward, resting her chin on her palm.

"And do you know why I'm here?"

He shook his head.

A slow smile curled on her lips.

"Because you intrigue me."

Izuku's brow furrowed.

"Twice." She lifted a single, delicate finger. "Twice, you were supposed to be mine."

She traced the air between them as if recalling something fond.

"The sludge incident. Your body should have given out, lungs collapsing under the weight of filth. And yet—" her eyes flickered, "you survived."

Another finger lifted.

"The raid. You were meant to die, Izuku."

The room felt colder.

"Bones shattered. Blood spilled. A body far beyond its limits. And yet…" She leaned in, her lips curling. "You live."

Izuku’s throat tightened.

Her hand lifted, palm hovering just over his chest—yet he felt ice seep through his skin, sinking deep into his very core.

"You were mine."

Her voice was smooth, soft, final.

"You are mine."

He forced himself to breathe.

She was claiming him.

Not like a possession, not like something to be owned.

Something inevitable.

"But…" She sighed, almost teasing. "I am patient."

Her fingers ghosted over his shirt, fabric shifting as if touched by an unseen force.

"No matter how… no matter when…"

A hand, cold and gentle, cupped his cheek.

"You will always, and do, belong to me."

A shiver ran down his spine.

She smiled.

Notes:

And that's a wrap, hope you enjoyed it so yeah it's a Izuku x Death story. Probably gonna post something again this week. Anyway see ya

Chapter 43: Wrong Address, Right Guy

Summary:

Izuku Midoriya wasn’t expecting company, let alone a gorgeous escort named Aiko showing up at his door, offering services he definitely didn’t book. A simple mix-up—or rather, Mineta’s mistake—leads to an awkward but oddly entertaining night. What starts as a misunderstanding turns into playful banter, an unexpected connection, and a farewell that lingers in Aiko’s mind long after she leaves.

As she walks away, she wonders—why does the No. 1 Hero, of all people, feel like the one client she actually wishes had booked her?

Notes:

Hey another Izuku x OC that stuck in my head. This is probably the last Izuku x OC for now....or until my brain does something again. So anyway yeah hope you enjoy this

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Mineta stood in his apartment, grinning ear to ear as he spritzed himself with cologne. A little on the wrists, a dab on the neck—perfect. He lifted his robe slightly and gave himself a once-over in the mirror. Nothing underneath. Just the way he planned it.

The lights were dimmed to a warm, sensual glow, a playlist of sensual jazz and R&B playing softly from his speakers. He had spent weeks—months—saving and borrowing just to get this one night. Her. The most highly sought-after escort in the game. The one that even rich old men had to fight to book. And he had her.

"Finally," Mineta whispered to himself, excitement bubbling in his chest. "All those times being rejected, laughed at, ignored... well, screw them! Tonight, I’m living the dream!"

His phone sat on the counter, screen glowing with a notification. Escort: Arrived.

His breath hitched. She’s here.

Mineta rushed to the door, adjusting his robe for the perfect accidental slip when she walked in. He grabbed his phone, checking the time. Right on schedule. He wanted everything to be perfect.

With a deep breath, he yanked open the door—

Nothing.

The hallway was empty. No sultry goddess waiting to step inside, no dream woman about to make his night unforgettable. Just silence and an empty corridor.

Mineta blinked. He stepped out, looking left and right. Weird.

He checked his phone again. The app still showed her as Arrived.

And then, he saw it.

The address.

Not his apartment.

His blood ran cold. His fingers tightened around the phone as he reread the screen, heart thudding against his chest.

Wrong address.

Not just any wrong address.

“FUUUUUUUUUUUUU—”

-----

 

Aiko whistled softly as she stepped onto the pathway leading to a modern, high-end cottage. It was sleek, minimalist, and screamed money. Whoever her client was, he was loaded. It made sense—her services weren’t cheap, and the man had spent thousands just to book her. Probably some celebrity or corporate executive, hence the fake name.

Still… something about this situation made the red flags in her head twitch.

She wasn’t worried. Her agency had strict safety protocols and live location tracking. If anything went wrong, they’d know. And if her client ever stepped out of line? She always had an exit strategy.

Aiko, one of the most sought-after and highly recommended escorts in the industry, wasn’t some amateur.

As she approached the door, she did a final self-check.

Boobs? Ample and beautiful. Perfectly displayed thanks to her cropped hoodie.

Butt? Big and nice. Her shorts hugged her just right.

Hips? Breedable.

Thighs? Thicc. The thigh-high socks just made them pop more.

Satisfied, she composed herself, adjusted her hoodie, and knocked on the door.

Not a moment later, it swung open.

And her brain stalled.

She blinked.

Not just a celebrity.

The celebrity.

Izuku Midoriya.

No. 1 Hero. The Symbol of Peace.

Her flirtatious mask almost cracked. Deku. Deku just opened the door for her.

Huh. Even the No. 1 Hero needs stress relief.

She recovered quickly, slipping into her persona. With a sultry smile, she leaned slightly closer, her tone teasing.

“Nice to finally meet you, handsome,” she purred “You sure went all out for this. That price tag? The fake name? Someone must be really pent up.”

She ran her fingers lightly down his chest, then blew softly against his face, watching for a reaction.

For a second, Izuku’s brain completely short-circuited. His green eyes widened, lips parted slightly—then his mind finally booted back up.

Izuku instinctively backed away, hands raised slightly as Aiko prowled toward him with a confident smirk.

She moved with slow, deliberate steps, emphasizing every curve with the way her hands trailed along her body. Her voice was a teasing purr.

“So, what’s it gonna be, Hero?” she mused, tilting her head. “We could keep it sweet and gentle… or skip straight to the fun part. Maybe even try the backdoor if you’re feeling adventurous.”

Izuku’s brain short-circuited. His face burned, and he quickly took another step back, palms up in defense. “I—uh—I think you might have the wrong apartment.”

Aiko’s smirk faltered. She straightened, her sultry demeanor vanishing in an instant as she smoothly shifted into a more professional stance.

“…That’d be embarrassing.” She pulled out her phone, scanning the address she’d been given.

Izuku cautiously lowered his hands, still tense. He watched as her eyes flicked to the screen, reading the details carefully.

She hummed. “Nope. This is the place.”

Izuku hesitated, glancing at the phone as she turned it toward him. His gaze locked onto the details.

The address was his. No mistaking that.

But the name attached to the booking? He didn’t recognize it.

“That’s… not me,” Izuku said firmly, furrowing his brows. “You sure this isn’t a prank?”

Aiko arched a brow. “If it is, it’s a really elaborate one. I mean, this guy spent a lot of money. Why waste it on a joke?”

Before he could come up with an argument, his phone buzzed in his pocket.

He hesitated, glancing at Aiko before pulling it out. One look at the caller ID, and he already knew exactly what was going on.

His headache was just beginning.

Mineta.

Of course.

Suppressing a sigh, he turned to Aiko. “Give me a second. I have to take this.”

She raised an eyebrow but gestured for him to go ahead, arms still folded as she leaned against the counter.

Izuku swiped to answer.

“Izuku, buddy!” Mineta’s voice practically screeched through the speaker, way too chipper for this situation. “So, uh… has a certain very attractive guest arrived at your place yet?”

Izuku’s brow twitched. Slowly, he turned his head toward Aiko, who tilted hers slightly in question. He could already feel the migraine setting in.

Exhaling through his nose, he muttered, “I found your client.”

Izuku pinched the bridge of his nose. “Why. Is. She. Here?”

Mineta let out a nervous chuckle. “Uh… f-funny story, see, I had your address saved for reasons, and I maaay have, uh… accidentally put yours instead of mine?”

Izuku’s grip on the phone tightened. “Mineta—”

Before he could even begin to let out his frustration, Aiko suddenly stepped forward, her expression sharp.

“Hold up.” There was something dangerous in her tone. “Did you just say Mineta? As in Mineta Minoru?”

Izuku blinked at her, taken aback by the sudden shift. “Uh… yeah?”

Aiko’s frown deepened. She pulled out her phone, scrolling quickly with narrowed eyes. It only took a second before she stopped, jaw tightening.

“Yeah. No.” She exhaled sharply and shook her head. “That little creep’s blacklisted. By me and practically every agency I know.”

Izuku glanced between her and the phone in his hand. “Blacklisted?”

She met his gaze with a knowing look. “He’s got a history.

That was all Izuku needed to hear.

From the speaker, Mineta groaned, realization hitting him hard. “Oh, come on! Not again! I swear I’ve changed! I haven’t pulled anything in months! I even left better reviews! Just give me—”

Click.

Izuku hung up.

For a second, there was just silence. Then Aiko let out a short laugh, shaking her head. “That guy’s an idiot.”

Izuku sighed. “You have no idea.”

Aiko sighed, slipping back into her professional demeanor as she ran a hand through her hair. “Well, that was a mess.” She straightened her posture and looked at Izuku. “Thanks for the help, and sorry for the intrusion.”

“No problem,” Izuku said.

She gave him a small nod. “I’ll make sure your address stays off the radar. You won’t hear anything from me or my agency.”

Satisfied with her response, she turned to leave—

BOOM.

A loud crack of thunder shook the sky, followed by a torrent of rain suddenly crashing down like a waterfall.

Aiko stopped mid-step, staring outside in pure disbelief. “...You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Izuku peered past her, watching as the once clear night turned into a downpour. “Yeah… that doesn’t look like it’s stopping anytime soon.”

Aiko clicked her tongue, crossing her arms. “I should’ve checked the damn forecast.”

“You gonna be okay?” Izuku asked.

She exhaled through her nose, rolling her shoulders. “I’ll be fine. Not my first time dealing with a little—”

Another loud boom of thunder echoed, and the wind howled against the walls. The rain intensified, hammering the pavement like tiny bullets.

Aiko’s confident stance wavered slightly.

Izuku, raised by a kind gentle mother that would kill him if he wasn’t a gentleman, could not, in good conscience, let her go out into that storm.

“…You can stay here for the night,” he said simply.

Aiko blinked at him, processing his words. Then, a slow, teasing smirk curled her lips. “Oh? So you are hiring me for real, huh?”

Izuku deadpanned. “I’m offering a roof and a couch. That’s it.”

She held his gaze for a moment before chuckling. “Alright, alright. I’ll take it.” She pointed a playful finger at him as she walked back inside. “But be warned—you touch it, you buy it, Hero.”

Izuku exhaled through his nose, shaking his head. “Noted.”

-----

 

An hour later, Aiko was comfortably lounging on the couch, dressed in the sweatpants Izuku had lent her. They were slightly loose on her, but she didn’t mind. She had opted to keep her cropped hoodie and tank top, liking the balance between comfort and style. A warm cup of hot chocolate sat in her hands, the rich aroma filling the room as she absentmindedly sipped.

The TV flickered in front of her, playing some late-night variety show, but her focus wasn’t really on it. Instead, her eyes kept sneaking glances toward the man in the kitchen.

There he was, Deku. Izuku Midoriya. The Number One Hero, the Symbol of Peace—cooking curry in his own home like it was just another Thursday night.

What really surprised her, though, was the fact that he hadn’t stolen a single glance at her.

Not even once.

She wasn’t some narcissist, but she knew her worth. Aiko was hot, and she worked damn hard to keep her body the way it was. Usually, men couldn’t help but sneak a peek—she had ample assets, and she knew how to flaunt them when she wanted to.

But Deku?

Nothing.

No wandering eyes, no awkward fumbling, not even a passing glance. He was completely focused on his cooking.

That… was new.

She rested her chin on her hand, studying him curiously before finally breaking the silence.

“Hey. Are you gay?”

Izuku, in the middle of stirring the pot, blinked. “…What?”

“You heard me.” She smirked. “Are you into dudes?”

Izuku chuckled, shaking his head. “No.”

“Hmmm.” She narrowed her eyes at him. “Okay, so what gives?” She gestured to herself. “I get that you’re not a creep, and I respect that, but come on—I’m hot. You could at least steal a glance.”

Izuku let out a proper laugh at that, his shoulders shaking slightly as he turned off the stove. “I already have enough forward women in my life.”

Aiko raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh? So you’re a player?”

Izuku hummed, pouring the steaming curry into a serving dish. “Not really. Only had one girlfriend before.”

She tilted her head. “Oh? What happened?”

“She moved away,” Izuku said simply.

Aiko watched him for a moment, then shrugged. “Huh. Her loss, I guess.” She took another sip of her hot chocolate before smirking. “But damn, Hero. You really out here surviving a horde of aggressive women?”

“You have no idea.”

The scent of freshly made curry filled the cozy space of Izuku’s home as the two of them sat across from each other at the small dining table. Aiko took a bite, letting the rich, spicy flavor settle on her tongue before letting out a pleased hum.

“Damn, Hero,” she said, tapping her spoon against the bowl. “This is actually good. You sure you’re not secretly married? Some poor woman out there missing her husband’s cooking?”

Izuku chuckled as he took his own bite. “Nope, just picked up some recipes over the years. Can’t exactly live off takeout as a Pro Hero.”

Aiko nodded approvingly. “Smart man.”

As they ate, the conversation took a turn for the hilarious.

Aiko was practically dying of laughter, holding her stomach as Izuku finished telling his story.

“So—so let me get this straight,” she gasped between wheezes, “you were chased through Mustafu by Miruko?!”

Izuku sighed, rubbing his temple. “Yep. It was training, but I swear she enjoyed it way too much.”

Aiko slapped the table, tears in her eyes. “Oh my God! That’s priceless! What, she wanted to see if you were faster than a rabbit?”

“Something like that.” Izuku sighed dramatically. “You’d think being Number One would make people take me seriously.”

Aiko wiped at her eyes, still giggling. “Oh, that was gold. But hey, I got a good one too.”

“Oh?” Izuku raised a curious eyebrow.

She smirked. “So, there was this one time, a guy booked me for a private dance, right? Full VIP experience—dim lights, music, the whole nine yards.”

Izuku nodded, taking a sip of water. “Okay…”

Aiko leaned in slightly, eyes gleaming with mischief. “So, I get into it. Real slow, real sensual, giving him the lap dance of his life. Guy is red as hell, barely keeping it together—when suddenly, his phone rings.”

Izuku blinked. “...And?”

Aiko grinned. “He answers it.”

Izuku nearly choked on his drink. “What?!”

Aiko nodded, laughing. “And get this—it’s his boss. He gets called into work mid-dance.”

“No way.” Izuku shook his head, grinning.

“I swear!” Aiko cackled. “Poor guy looked so devastated. He literally froze while I was still moving, muttered something about ‘bad timing,’ and just—stood up and left.”

Izuku couldn’t help but laugh along. “Talk about a mood killer.”

“Oh, absolutely.” Aiko wiped a tear from her eye. “But hey, money’s money. I still got paid.”

The stories kept coming—Aiko shared more wild client experiences, from men falling asleep during sessions to one guy who nearly cried because he was so overwhelmed.

She also took the opportunity to tease Izuku, casually stretching and subtly leaning forward, showing off just a bit more cleavage.

She knew what she was doing. Most guys’ eyes would drop immediately.

But Izuku?

Nothing.

His green eyes stayed locked on hers, completely unfazed.

Aiko raised an eyebrow, finally calling him out. “Okay, seriously—How?”

Izuku smirked. “Willpower.”

Aiko groaned dramatically. “You are no fun.”

“I take that as a compliment.”

She rolled her eyes but smiled. “Tch. Hero instincts, I swear.”

The conversation gradually shifted toward their careers.

“So, being Number One,” Aiko mused, resting her chin on her hand, “I bet there’s a ton of pressure.”

Izuku exhaled. “You have no idea. Expectations from the public, the government, even fellow heroes—it’s a lot. But I knew what I was signing up for.”

Aiko nodded in understanding. “I get it. My job has its own… challenges.”

Izuku looked at her curiously. “How is it? Ignoring the creeps like Mineta?”

Aiko smirked. “Honestly? It’s a good job. Pays well, flexible hours, and for the most part, my clients respect boundaries. It’s not all shady backroom deals, you know.”

“I figured,” Izuku admitted. “If anything, it’s safer with agencies involved.”

“Exactly.” Aiko leaned back. “I get it, though. People judge. But hey, I don’t mind. I make my own money, live on my own terms, and have fun doing it.”

Then the conversation took a more personal turn.

“…Ever think about settling down?” Izuku asked after a moment.

Aiko twirled her spoon in her now-empty bowl, thinking. “Honestly? Yeah. But it’s gotta be with someone who gives me financial stability.” She shot him a cheeky smile. “Hey, I might be an escort, but I can cook and clean. I wouldn’t mind being a stay-at-home mom or wife.”

Izuku blinked. “Really?”

She shrugged. “Why not? I like comfort. If I ever stop this job, it’s gonna be for someone who can give me that.”

Izuku hummed, thinking. “I don’t mind settling down either. It’s just… finding the one.”

Aiko smirked. “Maybe she’ll fall into your lap one day.”

Izuku laughed. “Maybe.”

-----

 

Izuku stretched his arms with a satisfied sigh, standing up. “Still pretty early. Want to watch a movie?”

Aiko raised an eyebrow, smirking. “A movie? That your way of seducing me, hero?”

Izuku chuckled, shaking his head. “Not even close. I just have a lot of movies, and some of them are the kind of bad that’s fun to watch.”

Her interest piqued, Aiko leaned forward. “So-bad-they’re-good movies?”

He grinned. “Oh yeah. The kind with bad CGI, overdramatic acting, and dialogue that makes you question reality.”

Aiko swung her legs up onto the couch, making herself comfortable. “Alright, color me intrigued.”

Two movies in, they were deep in the chaos.

Aiko groaned, rubbing her temples as a villain on-screen delivered the most ridiculous evil monologue she had ever heard. “Oh my god, just kill him already. Why is he still talking?!”

Izuku, halfway through his soda, snorted. “I think he just explained his entire evil business model. I respect the transparency.”

Aiko laughed, tossing popcorn at him. “Don’t encourage this garbage!”

He caught a piece in his mouth, chewing smugly. “It’s a masterpiece, and you know it.”

The third movie rolled around, and exhaustion began to creep in. Aiko wasn’t even fully watching anymore—her attention kept drifting to the man beside her.

She hadn’t expected this kind of night.

She hadn’t expected him.

So many guys—hell, most guys—saw her as one thing. She was used to the looks, the assumptions, the expectations. But Izuku? He hadn’t looked at her that way once.

And weirdly enough?

She liked that.

There was something easy about him, something real.

It had been a long time since she had this kind of companionship—no pressure, no hidden motive. Just hanging out. Just being.

A lazy smirk curled on her lips.

She shifted closer, draping herself over Izuku’s side, letting her body press lightly against him.

Izuku blinked, turning his head to look at her.

She met his gaze, playful and slow.

“Last chance, Hero,” she murmured, voice dipping lower. “We can still have a good time—free of charge.”

A pause.

Then—

Izuku smiled.

Not nervous. Not flustered. Just… knowing.

He leaned in slightly, his voice smooth as silk near her ear.

“Oh?” he murmured. “And what if you’re the one who wouldn’t be able to handle it?”

Aiko’s brain stuttered.

Her confidence cracked for half a second as a jolt of heat shot up her spine.

Wait—what?!

Before she could even react, Izuku laughed and leaned back, his expression amused.

Aiko flushed red. Her brain caught up, and she immediately started wailing on his arm. “You—! You little—! You think you can just reverse-card me like that?!”

Izuku was laughing so hard that he was dodging her swings, his shoulders shaking. “What? Pinky was my classmate and Midnight my History teacher! You think I wouldn’t pick up some things?”

Aiko groaned, covering her face. “Oh my god, that was dirty.”

Izuku just grinned, standing up and grabbing a blanket.

Before she could protest, he gently pushed her back onto the couch and draped the covers over her.

She blinked.

He smiled down at her, soft and genuine. “I already had a good time.” He patted the blanket. “Time to rest.”

Aiko just stared.

For a second, she almost wanted to fight it. Almost wanted to push back, make another joke, get something out of him.

But…

She sighed, sinking into the couch, the warmth settling over her.

“Tch. Damn hero instincts” she muttered, rolling onto her side.

Izuku just chuckled, heading toward his room.

Aiko laid there, staring at the ceiling.

She hadn’t expected tonight to go like this.

And yet…

She wasn’t complaining.

Not one bit.

-----

 

Aiko woke up to the soft hum of the apartment— the distant murmur of city life outside, and the warmth of a blanket that wasn’t hers.

For a moment, she just blinked at the ceiling, feeling... oddly relaxed.

No rush, no stress, no expectations. Just... peace.

She stretched, yawning as she sat up. Her tank top had ridden up a little in her sleep, but whatever. Not like Izuku would care.

A shower sounded good—real good.

Swinging her legs off the couch, she stood and made her way toward the bathroom. She didn’t get many chances to enjoy a comfortable morning like this.

She pulled off the borrowed sweats Izuku gave her, leaving her in just her tank top and panties, and cracked the bathroom door open, stepping inside with a lazy stretch.

The sound of running water greeted her. The air was thick with steam.

And then—

Oh.

Her drowsy brain caught up to reality real fast.

There he was.

Izuku Midoriya.

Completely. Unapologetically. Naked.

His back was turned, shoulders broad, muscles taut from the shower’s heat. Water cascaded down the ridges of his back, following the sharp dips of his spine before trailing lower to—

Aiko’s gaze kept going down.

And down.

And down.

JESUS.

How did he even walk properly?!

She clamped a hand over her mouth, eyes wide as she stood frozen, brain struggling to reboot.

Then—Izuku turned.

Sleepy, groggy, blinking the water out of his eyes.

“Oh, hey,” he greeted absentmindedly.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three—

Then his entire body locked up as his gaze snapped to hers.

Aiko barely saw the moment his brain caught up, because in the next second—

“GAH—!!”

Izuku whipped around so fast he nearly slipped, hands flying to cover himself.

“A-Aiko!?! W-Why are you—?! Did you—?! CLOSE THE DOOR!!”

Aiko didn’t need to be told twice.

She slammed it shut with enough force to shake the frame.

Silence.

Heavy. Awkward.

Then, from the other side of the door—

“…Damn,” she muttered, still red-faced. “Good for you, hero.”

After a long (and very cold) shower, Aiko finally made her way to the kitchen, still toweling off her damp hair.

Izuku was already at the stove, flipping eggs onto a plate like nothing had happened. His ears were still red, but he was determined to act normal.

“Morning,” he said, clearing his throat. “Hope you like eggs.”

Aiko just stared at him.

Not in the same way as before—no lingering glances downward (though, whoo boy).

Just... watching him.

He was treating this like any other morning. Like she was just another person meant to be here.

She expected things to be awkward.

Instead, it was... easy.

She exhaled, shaking her head with a smirk. “Yeah, yeah. You got coffee?”

“Already brewing,” he answered.

She sat down, resting her chin in her palm, watching as he set a plate in front of her.

This whole situation was not how she expected things to go.

She was supposed to be somewhere else—at some creep’s place—but instead, she was here, at his home.

A cozy yet modern cottage. Warm. Lived-in. Safe.

She didn’t need to stay.

She didn’t have to be here.

But, for now?

Yeah.

She didn’t mind it one bit.

Izuku sat down across from her, finally letting himself relax.

Aiko, unable to help herself, casually draped her arms behind her chair, leaning back with a sly grin.

“So, hero,” she teased, propping her foot against his chair. “That thing got a Quirk of its own, or—?”

Izuku choked on his coffee.

Aiko just smirked, taking a sip of hers.

-----

 

Aiko stood by the door. The storm had passed, and the night she expected to be a disaster had turned into something… unexpectedly nice.

She glanced at Izuku, who stood there, hands in his pockets, that easygoing, slightly awkward smile still on his face. Like this was just another day for him.

"Thanks," she said, surprising herself by actually meaning it. "For letting me crash here. For everything else."

Izuku just smiled. "Anytime."

Aiko chuckled and fished out a sleek black card from her bag, twirling it between her fingers before handing it to him.

"If you ever want a good time, Hero," she teased, "give me a call. I might even give you a discount."

Izuku took the card, eyeing it for a second before shaking his head with an amused chuckle.

Before he could say anything else, Aiko stepped closer, rose onto her toes, and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.

"Bragging rights," she murmured playfully. Then, without waiting for a reaction, she smirked, turned on her heel, and walked away.

Izuku watched her go, shaking his head before finally closing the door behind him.

-----

 

Aiko’s Apartment

Back at her place, Aiko kicked off her sneakers, tossing her bag onto the couch. She plopped down, phone in hand, scrolling through her agency’s client database.

The blacklist was already up, Mineta’s name glowing like a warning sign. But instead, she tapped on another section.

A small smirk tugged at her lips as she typed in a new name:

Izuku Midoriya – Recommended.

She sighed, stretching her arms over her head, her gaze flicking toward the door as if half-expecting someone to be there.

Already… she kinda missed a certain companion.

Notes:

And that's a wrap!

Hope you enjoyed this and I'll see you guys in the next chapter.

Chapter 44: Deserted, Devoted, and Definitely Worth It

Summary:

Reiko Yanagi was stranded in the desert, alone, with no supplies. Most people would panic. She didn’t. After all, she knew exactly who was coming for her. And later, as her classmates struggled to understand her complete lack of concern, she simply sipped her tea—because really, wasn’t it obvious?

Notes:

A short fic this time, been busy with work but still making new stories when I get the time. Also I'm very pleased to hear that you liked Aiko....honestly did not expect that. So I hope you enjoy this one.

Also I seem to have grown a fascination of writing cheating and Hauntingly horror (Is that the proper word?) romantic fics that concerns Izuku. Send help.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Reiko Yanagi sat calmly on a sun-scorched rock, dust swirling around her as the heat waves distorted the horizon. The villain who stranded her here had long since disappeared, but she hadn’t moved an inch.  

There was no need.  

She tilted her head, eyes half-lidded in boredom. The desert stretched endlessly, the vast emptiness punctuated only by the occasional gust of wind shifting the sand dunes. Anyone else might have panicked. Cried for help. Ran aimlessly in desperation.  

Not her.  

Any minute now.  

She knew.  

.....

.....

There he is.  

A thunderous boom echoed across the wasteland, sand bursting into the air like a miniature explosion. A figure shot down from the sky, green lightning crackling around him as he landed in a three-point stance—classic hero entrance, of course.  

"Reiko!" Izuku Midoriya gasped, his frantic green eyes scanning her for injuries. "Are you okay? You’re dehydrated, aren’t you? Did the villain hurt you? Hold on, I brought water—oh no, I should’ve brought a cooling towel too! W-Wait, do you need a ride? I can carry you!"  

Reiko blinked slowly, her heart swelling as she watched her wonderful, dorky, overprepared boyfriend spiral into panic mode.  

God, I love this man. 

She could sit in a burning building, and he’d still barrel through the flames, arms full of first-aid supplies, begging her to let him carry her to safety.  

She could be slightly inconvenienced, and he’d act like she was on the verge of collapse, ready to fight the universe itself to make sure she was okay.  

She could be stranded in the middle of nowhere, and he’d drop from the sky like a one-man rescue squad.  

"Reiko?!" Izuku waved a hand in front of her face, now even more worried because she hadn’t responded. "Are you going into shock?! Wait, I need to—"  

"Midoriya," she finally said, her voice as airy as ever. "I’m fine."  

Izuku looked at her like she had just told him All Might was quitting hero work to become a pastry chef. "Fine? But you were stranded in the desert! For hours!"  

"Twenty minutes."  

"Still! That’s—!"  

She reached up and gently placed a single finger against his lips, effectively stopping his incoming ramble. "You came for me. Just like I knew you would."  

Izuku’s face turned red.  

Reiko let a small, knowing smile tug at her lips. Watching him malfunction was a guilty pleasure she would never get tired of.  

Still, she took pity on him. Standing up, she dusted off her skirt and stretched. "Let’s go home, Midoriya."  

Izuku blinked, still frozen, before shaking himself out of his daze. "R-Right! Uh—do you want me to carry you?!"  

She hummed. "No, but I do want to hold your hand."  

"O-Oh! Of course!"  

As they walked, Reiko held onto Izuku’s hand, feeling the warmth of his palm. She let out a satisfied sigh.  

Yes. She really loved this man.  

 

-----  

Reiko lounged on the common room couch, comfortably sipping her tea as her classmates from 1-B stared at her in absolute disbelief.  

"Wait, wait, wait," Kendo leaned forward, trying to wrap her head around the situation. "You were stranded in the desert—alone, with no supplies—and you didn’t panic?!"  

Reiko tilted her head lazily. "Why would I?"  

Monoma scoffed, crossing his arms. "I don’t know, maybe because you were stranded in a desert?! Most people would freak out!"  

Reiko simply took another sip. "I knew any minute Midoriya would come for me."  

Her classmates all exchanged looks of equal parts concern and exasperation.  

"That’s… a lot of faith in one person," Tetsutetsu muttered.  

"More like delusion," Monoma added.  

Reiko paid them no mind, merely shifting slightly where she sat. A sudden eep broke the moment.  

A very familiar eep.  

A grin tugged at her lips. She took another slow sip of her tea before tilting her head down, catching the very red face of the boy she was currently seated on.  

Yes. Surprise, surprise—she was sitting on Izuku’s lap.  

"R-Reiko," Izuku squeaked, his hands hovering awkwardly near her waist, unsure whether to move her off or brace himself for whatever was coming next.  

Reiko leaned back slightly, resting her weight against him, reveling in the way he stiffened like a board.  

“You will always come to my rescue, right darling?”  

“...Always”  

Notes:

And that's a wrap. Hope you enjoyed that.

So yeah I've have grown a certain...fascination with writing Cheating fics. Like Mitsuki x Izuku but full on still married. (God I missed the day when I was innocent and questioning this lol) and also horror romance. Don't know what it's called but kinda eldritch horror but is obsesses with Izuku....huh...anyway more fics incoming just need to rest the body and find the proper time.

Chapter 45: Answered on the Breeze

Summary:

Toru Hagakure had sent dozens of paper airplanes lazily across her room, each one tumbling to the floor without meaning. Just fleeting little thoughts in the air. But one—just one—escaped through her balcony, carrying a quiet question she never thought anyone would see.

Midoriya Izuku was just doing his homework when fate (or maybe just a strong gust of wind) dropped an unexpected message into his lap.

And when the same paper airplane finds its way back to Toru, the answer is waiting for her.

Notes:

Hey back with another chapter. A Izuku x Toru one. Thanks for the feedback last chapter especially the one concerning the cheating ones. I'm not gonna post it here I respect you guys and it really does feel out of place if I were to post it here. So I made a new story called Love is Rigged where that's where I dump eveything that doesn't quite fit here. I'm still updating this and will always will be I'm not abandoning it but Love is Rigged is out and the sole purpose of that is just for me to dump the somwhat dark themes of stories that I make. Thanks I hope you enjoy this

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Toru laid on her bed, staring at the ceiling of her dorm room, absentmindedly folding another paper airplane. The floor was littered with them—some crumpled, others resting in various corners where they'd landed after she’d tossed them.  

She wasn’t really thinking about anything in particular, just enjoying the idle motions of folding and throwing, watching the planes take their brief flight before tumbling down.  

With a sigh, she picked up a fresh sheet of paper and, on a whim, scrawled a small message in the center.  

Do you see me?  

She stared at the words for a moment, then shrugged and folded the paper into another airplane. Without much thought, she flicked her wrist, sending it sailing.  

It arced lazily in the air, heading toward the floor like all the others—but then, a gust of wind swept through her slightly open balcony door, catching the paper and carrying it outside.  

Toru sat up in surprise. "Oh."  

She hopped to her feet and rushed to the balcony, watching as the paper airplane danced in the wind. It wobbled, dipped—she thought it was going to crash—but then another breeze lifted it higher, sending it gliding further into the school grounds.  

It soared over the training field, looped past a tree where Shoto sat reading, dodged around a startled Koda who flinched as it whisked by, and even barely missed Mineta’s outstretched hands as he jumped to grab it.  

The little plane continued its journey, as if fate itself refused to let it fall.  

Finally, after one last unexpected gust, it bonked Izuku Midoriya right on the head.  

“Ah!” Izuku yelped, rubbing the spot as the airplane bounced off and landed on his desk, right in the middle of his homework. He blinked in confusion, looking around. There was no one nearby.  

Curious, he picked up the plane and unfolded it. His eyes landed on the words, simple yet strangely heavy.  

Do you see me?  

His heart skipped a beat. He immediately recognized the handwriting. He’d seen it in class notes before, in scribbles left on the whiteboard when she got bored.  

He glanced up toward the dorms, a small smile pulling at his lips.  

Meanwhile, Toru let out a sigh as she sat back down, picking up another piece of paper. "Guess that one’s gone forever," she muttered, starting to fold.  

But before she could finish, a light flutter caught her attention.  

She turned just in time to see something slip through her open balcony door—a paper airplane.  

Her paper airplane.  

It glided gently, almost purposefully, before landing right in her lap.  

Her breath caught. Slowly, she reached for it, unfolding the creased paper  

There, written beside her question, was a single word:  

Yes.  

Toru stared at it, heart pounding. She pressed the paper close to her chest, gripping it like it might vanish. Then, a wide, invisible smile spread across her face.  

Notes:

And that's a wrap. Thanks for everything guys as I said Love is Rigged is there so check it out. Will update the tags of that story as I go along. Thanks for the feedback on each of the stories. Thanks for the Kudos

See ya

Chapter 46: Everyone wants to hook Deku up with Someone part 5 (Finale..?)

Summary:

Izuku Midoriya's life had always been hectic, but nothing could have prepared him for this whirlwind of chaos. From Seia Academy clinging to him for dear life to Lady Nagant playing house, and even Power Loader using him as a Mei suppressant, peace was never an option.

Nejire tried matchmaking, Mt. Lady hesitated to call, and Burnin swore they shared a romantic moment (they didn’t). Meanwhile, back at the dorms, Izuku barely managed to fend off Mina, Camie, and Reiko—until Miruko kicked down the door, yoinked him, and vanished.

As the girls gave chase, Katsuki slept soundly, unaware—or perhaps fully aware—that this was only the beginning.

Notes:

Hey everyone, back with this final chapter.

As you can tell from the title, I’ve decided to wrap up Everyone Wants to Hook Deku Up with Someone. It’s not that I hated this series—far from it. I had a lot of fun with it. But as I’ve started focusing more on fleshing out stories and developing narratives, this series feels… out of place? It’s always been a collection of fun, chaotic scenes rather than a structured story, and while I still enjoy that, right now, it doesn’t fit where I want to put my energy.

That said, I didn’t want to just leave it hanging. So consider this a proper send-off—maybe not forever, maybe someday I’ll feel like picking it up again, or maybe not. Either way, I appreciate everyone who’s enjoyed it, and I hope you’ll stick around for more stories to come.

So for now, this is goodbye to Everyone Wants to Hook Deku Up with Someone. Thanks for reading!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

SEIA DOESN’T WANT TO GO, HOLDS IZUKU FOR DEAR LIFE. AT LEAST THEY TAKE HIM WITH THEM. 

The sun was barely rising over U.A., and yet chaos was already in full swing. The courtyard was packed with SEIA Academy students clinging to Izuku like their lives depended on it. 

“We refuse to let go!” One girl sobbed, wrapping both arms around Izuku’s waist. 

“We don’t care about school jurisdiction! He’s ours now!” Another girl wailed, securing herself around one of his legs. 

Intelli, usually composed, had one hand gripping Izuku’s sleeve, her glasses slightly tilted. “I have never met a man who makes tea this perfectly. You can’t take him from me.” 

Lady Nagant, standing nearby, crossed her arms and sighed. “Hate to say it, but they got a point. Kid’s a decent housemate.” 

Aizawa pinched the bridge of his nose, already regretting waking up today. “Enough. Let go of Midoriya.” 

The SEIA girls ignored him, their grips tightening. 

Eri, perched on Izuku’s shoulders, blinked. “Papa stays, or we riot.” 

Aizawa turned his glare to Midnight. “This is your influence, isn’t it?” 

Midnight smirked. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

At this point, Mina and Uraraka had made their way over, watching the ridiculous display. 

“Wow, they really don’t wanna let him go.” Mina muttered. 

Bakugo, who had just arrived, scoffed. “Good. If they take Deku, that means Mina shuts up for once.” 

Mina gasped. “Excuse me?! What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“Oh, you know exactly what I mean, Raccoon Eyes. The second some new girl starts orbiting Deku, you get all weird about it.” 

Before Mina could argue, the collective force of the SEIA girls trying to drag Izuku with them reached its peak. 

“IF WE CAN’T STAY, WE’RE TAKING HIM WITH US!” 

And with one final desperate pull, Izuku was gone. 

Like—physically lifted off the ground and carried away by a mob of SEIA girls. 

Aizawa sighed, already too tired for this. “…Nezu, we have a problem.” 

Nezu, sipping tea from the dorm balcony, only chuckled. “Ah, yes. Mondays.” 

 

IZUKU AND LADY NAGANT PLAY HOUSE, WITH ERI AS THEIR "DAUGHTER" 

Mornings in the ex – SEIA temporary dorms had taken on a strange, almost domestic rhythm for Izuku, Lady Nagant, and Eri. 

It wasn’t something Izuku ever expected—sharing a space with an ex-assassin, acting like a makeshift family—but life had a funny way of throwing unexpected situations at him. 

Izuku stood in the dorm kitchen, clad in an apron, flipping pancakes with practiced ease. Eri sat at the dining table, swinging her legs, rubbing the sleep from her eyes while hugging a stuffed bunny. Across from her, Lady Nagant leaned back in a chair, one arm draped over the backrest, lazily watching Izuku work. 

“You’re slow, househusband,” Nagant drawled, suppressing a smirk. 

Izuku shot her a deadpan look. “I’m making sure the pancakes are cooked properly. You like them fluffy, don’t you?” 

Nagant quirked an eyebrow but said nothing. Instead, she reached for the steaming cup of coffee Izuku had already prepared for her. She took a sip, exhaling contentedly. 

“Alright, fine. You get a pass,” she muttered. 

Izuku chuckled, shaking his head as he plated the pancakes. “You say that like I don’t cook for you guys every morning.” 

Nagant stretched, her joints popping slightly. “Yeah, and I’m getting spoiled. Don’t get used to it, kid.” 

Eri, still a little drowsy, yawned and tilted her head. “But Papa makes the best food!” 

Nagant nearly choked on her coffee. “—The hell did you just call him?” 

Izuku stiffened, the spatula slipping from his hand and clattering onto the counter. 

Eri looked up at them with innocent, wide eyes. “Papa?” 

Nagant blinked, staring at the little girl, then at Izuku. A slow smirk curled on her lips. 

“Well, well. Didn’t think you had it in you, Midoriya,” she teased. “Didn’t even take you that long to get a title, huh?” 

Izuku turned red, waving his hands. “It’s not like that! I just—! She started calling me that one day, and I didn’t have the heart to correct her—!” 

Nagant laughed, genuinely amused. “Guess that makes me ‘Mama,’ huh?” 

Izuku looked like he wanted to crawl into the floor. “Please don’t say that.” 

Eri, however, was unfazed. She nodded enthusiastically. “Uh-huh! Nagant Mama always takes care of us too!” 

Nagant coughed into her fist, looking away briefly. “Tch. I don’t ‘take care’ of anyone.” 

Eri blinked. “But you tell Papa to get more sleep, you make sure I brush my teeth, and you always check the windows at night before bed.” 

Izuku gave Nagant a knowing look. “You kinda do take care of us.” 

Nagant clicked her tongue, muttering, “That’s just common sense.” 

Izuku wisely chose not to push it further, setting Eri’s pancakes in front of her. He placed a plate in front of Nagant as well, who eyed it for a moment before taking a bite. She chewed slowly, exhaled, and mumbled, “Damn. You’re too good at this.” 

Izuku grinned. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” 

For a moment, there was a rare silence in the room—comfortable, warm. 

Nagant glanced over at Eri, who was happily eating, and then at Izuku, who was refilling her coffee like it was second nature. She sighed, shaking her head with a smirk. 

“You know, Midoriya,” she said casually, “if this whole hero thing doesn’t work out, you could always be a stay-at-home dad.” 

Izuku immediately choked on his tea. 

Eri perked up. “Papa would be the best househusband!” 

Nagant leaned back in her chair, arms crossed behind her head. “Yeah. You’ve already got the whole ‘suburban dad’ thing going.” 

Izuku buried his face in his hands, groaning. “Can we please change the subject?” 

Nagant smirked. “Nope. I’m enjoying this too much.” 

Eri giggled, swinging her legs happily. “Nagant Mama is funny!” 

Izuku let out a defeated sigh, while Nagant just sipped her coffee, completely content. 

This… wasn’t so bad. 

 

NEJIRE THE MATCHMAKER 

Ryukyu pinched the bridge of her nose, inhaling deeply as she fought the growing headache Nejire was giving her. 

"Come on, Ryukyu!" Nejire whined, floating beside her boss with an excited grin. "Just one date! One! It's not like I'm asking you to marry him—yet." 

Ryukyu groaned, rubbing her temples. "Nejire, I am not going on a date with Midoriya." 

"But whyyy?" Nejire pouted, spinning in the air. "He's super strong, super nice, great with kids, and totally husband material! Plus, he can cook! And he’s adorable!" 

Ryukyu crossed her arms, giving Nejire a deadpan look. "He's also barely out of college." 

Nejire huffed. "Oh please, you make it sound like he's a kid. He's a full-grown hero now! And, hellooo, age gaps aren’t a big deal when one of you is literally a dragon lady!" 

Ryukyu groaned again. "Nejire—" 

"Seriously, Ryukyu! You’ve been single for too long!" Nejire accused, pointing dramatically. "You work too much, you don’t go out, and I know for a fact that the last time you went on a date was years ago!" 

"Because I like my peace and quiet," Ryukyu countered. 

"That’s just sad," Nejire muttered. 

"It’s called being an adult." 

"It’s called being lonely," Nejire corrected, crossing her arms. "And don’t try to lie to me! I see the way you look at Midoriya sometimes!" 

Ryukyu’s eye twitched. "And how do I look at him?" 

Nejire smirked. "Like a woman who totally wouldn’t mind being wrapped up in those big strong arms." 

Ryukyu sputtered, face turning slightly pink. "Nejire—!" 

"I knew it!" Nejire gasped, pointing at her. "You do find him attractive!" 

Ryukyu turned away, scowling. "I never said that." 

"You didn’t have to~" Nejire sang. "Come on, just one date! What’s the worst that could happen?" 

Ryukyu sighed heavily. "The worst that could happen? I entertain this nonsense, go on the date, actually like it, and then have to deal with your smug face for the rest of my life." 

Nejire gasped. "Wait! So you're saying there's a chance?!" 

Ryukyu buried her face in her hands. "This is why I don’t tell you anything." 

Nejire practically vibrated in place, barely able to contain her excitement. "So that's a yes?" 

Ryukyu exhaled through her nose, closing her eyes in resignation. "…One date. One." 

"YES! SUCCESS!" Nejire cheered, fist-pumping. "Oh man, I need to tell Mirio and Tamaki about this! They’re gonna flip!" 

Ryukyu shot her a glare. "Nejire. If I hear one word about this spreading—" 

"Shhh, don’t worry, don’t worry!" Nejire waved her off, grinning mischievously. "This is just between you, me, and half of our agency!" 

Ryukyu groaned again. She was so going to regret this. 

 

POWERLOADER WANTS PEACE 

Another explosion. 

Power Loader let out a long, suffering sigh as the walls of the studio rattled yet again. Smoke poured out from under the door like some kind of horror movie, and he could already hear the sound of frenzied coughing mixed with an excited cackle. 

"Ha! That was awesome! Alright, take that data down! Now, if we just tweak the output by 0.3 percent—" 

Boom.  

Power Loader pinched the bridge of his nose, inhaled, and then exhaled through gritted teeth. 

"Fifty. Fifty times today." He muttered, staring at the ceiling as if pleading with some higher power. "This is not sustainable." 

He could already hear the distant shouting of students running for cover.  

No. He was putting a stop to this. 

Without another word, Power Loader stomped out of the support lab and made a beeline straight for the Hero Department. He ignored the curious glances of students as he stormed inside, laser-focused on his target. 

There he was. Midoriya Izuku. 

The human embodiment of peace, quiet, and somehow, the only person that could keep Hatsume Mei from blowing up the entire damn school. 

Without hesitation, Power Loader grabbed the confused green-haired hero-in-training by the collar, threw him over his shoulder, and marched right back to the Support Course. 

"Uh, Power Loader—sir?" Izuku wheezed, flailing slightly. "What's happening?! Where are we—" 

He got his answer soon enough. 

As soon as they entered the studio, Mei—covered in soot, eyes sparkling with manic glee—was already reaching for another prototype that was definitely not safe. 

Power Loader didn't slow down. He dropped Izuku straight onto her lap. 

Just like that—silence. 

The room went completely still. 

Mei blinked, her mind processing what just happened. Then, her arms immediately wrapped around Izuku in a vice grip. 

"IZUKU~!" she cheered, completely ignoring the fact that he had been literally thrown onto her. "You're just in time! I was about to test a new stabilizer but it might explode and—oh, wait! Wait, wait, wait! Since you’re here, let’s optimize your gear! Oh! Or maybe we could—" 

Power Loader crossed his arms. "No explosions. Work quietly." 

Mei pouted, but her grip on Izuku tightened. "Fiiine~" 

Izuku, meanwhile, was still recovering from the whiplash of the situation. "U-uh—?" 

Power Loader ignored him. Instead, he stood there for a few more seconds, basking in the utter peace and quiet of the lab. No explosions. No sudden fires. No near-death experiences. 

Just silence. 

He nodded in satisfaction. "Good." 

Then, without another word, he turned on his heel and left, completely at ease. 

Mei, still grinning, nuzzled into Izuku's shoulder. "So! Wanna help me build a mini railgun?" 

Izuku gulped. 

Power Loader didn't care. Peace had been restored. 

For now. 

 

WHERE IT ALL COMES TOGETHER 

Izuku Midoriya had faced many battles in his life. From villains that threatened society to grueling hero training. But this—this was a new kind of struggle. 

“N-No! Absolutely not!” he protested, hands raised defensively as Mina Ashido and Camie Utsushimi grinned at him like predators. 

"Aw, c’mon, Big Green!" Mina pouted, waving a vibrant pink bottle of hair dye. "Just a few streaks! It'll look so cool!" 

Camie smirked, twirling a lock of her own blonde hair. "Real talk, I betcha you’d look mad fire with some highlights, ya know?" 

Izuku frantically shook his head, stepping back—only to freeze as a chilling presence loomed behind him. Slowly, he turned, his stomach sinking. 

Reiko Yanagi stood there, her expression as unreadable as ever. In one hand, she held a rope. In the other? A dark bottle of dye. 

"Resistance is futile," she whispered ominously. 

Izuku yelped, scrambling backward. Across the room, completely unbothered by the chaos, Bubble Girl sat on the couch, gently braiding Eri’s long white hair. 

"Vanilla is way better than chocolate!" Eri huffed, sticking her tongue out. 

"Keh, as if!" Kota shot back, arms crossed. "Chocolate has way more flavor!" 

Mandalay simply hummed, watching the children bicker with a soft smile. 

From the kitchen, Fuyumi Todoroki entered, carrying a tray of snacks. She barely made it two steps before Lady Nagant casually walked past, plucking a cookie off the tray without so much as a glance. 

"H-Hey—" Izuku started, but the moment he turned his head, he saw Reiko right in front of him. Close. Way too close. 

A chill ran down his spine. 

"Your hair…" she murmured, tilting her head slightly. "Needs… change." 

His pupils shrank. 

"NOPE!" 

A second later, Mina, Camie, and Reiko tackled him to the floor. 

Just as Izuku accepted his fate, Kyoka Jiro walked downstairs, arms crossed. 

"Oi, nerd, the project’s done," she announced. "If you wanna check it out, we can watch it in my room." 

Izuku’s eyes lit up. His salvation! With newfound strength, he clawed his way toward her, stretching out a desperate hand. "Jiro… help me—!" 

Before he could reach her, the three girls yanked him back into the abyss. 

Jiro sighed, shaking her head as she turned back upstairs. "Welp, he’s dead." 

The last thing heard was Izuku’s muffled cries of defeat. 

 

----- 

Deep within a lavish private study, Saiko Intelli sat at an ornate desk, her delicate fingers tapping rhythmically against a pile of meticulously arranged documents. 

A grand map of Japan was spread before her, pinpointing every known location Izuku Midoriya frequented. Beside it, a second paper detailed legal loopholes in marriage laws, with an absurd number of notes underlined in red ink. 

She adjusted her glasses with a smirk. 

"Alright, I’ve calculated all possible outcomes. If I manipulate the right legal channels, fabricate a very convincing engagement contract, and execute the perfect 'misunderstanding' scenario…" 

She leaned back in her chair, exhaling in delight. 

"It’s only a matter of time before Izuku Midoriya is legally mine." 

A disturbing giggle echoed through the study. 

At the Endeavor Agency, the office buzzed with activity as sidekicks rushed from one assignment to another. 

Burnin stood leaning against a wall, arms crossed, wearing a smug grin. 

"Damn, that day was something else…" she sighed dramatically. 

One of the newer sidekicks, ears perking up, cautiously asked, "Uh… what happened that day?" 

Burnin smirked, tilting her head. 

"Me. Izuku. Alone in the storage closet…" 

The room went dead silent. 

"You mean, like, for training, right?" another sidekick asked hesitantly. 

Burnin closed her eyes, basking in the suspense. 

"…Sure. Let’s go with that." 

The entire office erupted in whispers. 

At the Lurkers' Headquarters, Mt. Lady sat before a large framed photo of Izuku Midoriya, her chin resting on her hands as she sighed dramatically. 

"Oh, Izuku…" she murmured wistfully. 

Standing beside her, Kamui Woods sighed heavily, rubbing his temples. 

"This is ridiculous," he muttered. "Just. Call. Him." 

Mt. Lady ignored him, still staring dreamily at the portrait. 

"For the thirteenth time, if you want to see him, just call him. It’s not that hard!" Kamui groaned. 

"But what if he’s busy?" Mt. Lady countered, sighing even deeper. "What if he thinks I’m too desperate?" 

Kamui pinched the bridge of his nose, inhaled sharply, and walked away in absolute defeat. 

 

----- 

Inside the dorm common area, Izuku Midoriya was fighting for his life. 

"Guys—GUYS, NO!" he yelped, attempting to wriggle out of Mina’s grip as Camie waved a bright pink bottle of hair dye over his head. 

"Aww, c'mon, Izu! Trust me, you’d look soooo good with, like, neon pink highlights!" Camie chirped, giving him a dazzling smile. 

"Or electric blue," Mina added. "I mean, you’re already cool, but this would elevate you to legend status." 

Before he could scream— 

BOOM!  

The dorm doors exploded. Smoke filled the air as a blinding white figure burst through the wreckage. 

A stunned silence filled the room. 

And then— 

"YOINK!" 

Mirko charged in, snatched Izuku, and tossed him over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. 

Before the girls could react, she was already halfway out the door. 

"SEE YA, LOSERS!" Mirko cackled, sprinting at full speed. 

There was a long moment of silence. 

Then— 

"…She did not just kidnap him," Mina breathed. 

"She TOTALLY just kidnapped him," Camie gasped. 

Reiko simply cracked her fingers. 

"AFTER HER!" Mina declared, rallying the girls as they charged after Mirko. 

 

----- 

Katsuki Bakugo lay comfortably in his bed, arms tucked behind his head, a blanket loosely draped over him. A faint smirk played on his lips as he let out a long, slow exhale. 

Somewhere outside, the distant thunder of footsteps, yelling, and explosions echoed through the halls. 

Somewhere beyond U.A., more women would come for Izuku. 

More would be charmed by him—whether he meant to or not. 

That was inevitable. 

But for now… 

Just this once… 

It was time to rest. 

Notes:

And that's a wrap!

Hope you all enjoyed this. Sorry if ending it is a bit of a disappointment, but I wanted to give it a proper send-off.

So here’s to Everyone Wants to Hook Deku Up with Someone. Cheers! 🍻

Chapter 47: To Love and Be Loved - Intro

Summary:

What starts as playful curiosity about Izuku Midoriya’s growing reputation quickly turns into a series of bold advances, teasing rivalries, and unexpected moments of closeness. While those around him make their feelings clear, Izuku, used to avoiding intimacy, finds himself facing emotions he thought he had buried.

Between laughter, challenges, and fleeting touches, something shifts. A familiar ache resurfaces—quiet, undeniable. And for the first time, Izuku doesn’t push it away.

This keeps it concise, accurate, and intriguing without spoiling too much. Does this feel right?

Notes:

And we're back with this! This is the continuation/sequel of Who Took His V! The final arc. We came a long way from crack of stories how the girls fell in love, then to the hunt of who took his virginity, and now this!

Hope you guys like this

Just a quick warning this arc has mention of trauma, panic attacks and depression. Some crack and serious moments. So feel free to say your discomfort, your critics, and inconsistencies. As long as it follow the direction of my story I will listen to it (Or if its valid) .

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

The world was warm.

The soft hum of chatter filled the air, a steady backdrop of students talking, footsteps echoing down tiled hallways. Sunlight filtered in through large windows, casting a glow over desks, chairs, and stacks of books.

Izuku had his head down.

The wooden desk beneath him was smooth, faintly scratched from years of use. His arms were folded, his breathing steady, eyes closed—just for a moment.

Then—

"Zuzu!"

A voice—soft, teasing, familiar.

Izuku’s eyes snapped open.

His mind took a second to catch up. The classroom around him was the same as always—worn desks, faded posters on the walls, the distant sound of sneakers squeaking against polished floors.

But the moment he lifted his head, all of that faded into the background.

Naomi stood by his desk, hands on her hips, an amused smile playing on her lips.

"Sleeping again?" she teased, tilting her head. "Come on, you promised me you'd accompany me to the shop after class."

Izuku blinked, still drowsy, still adjusting.

His lips parted slightly—because she looked beautiful in the golden afternoon light streaming through the windows.

Her long, dark hair shimmered slightly in the sun, strands falling over her shoulder. She wore the same Aldera uniform as always, the navy blazer a little oversized on her frame. But what stood out was the paint stains smudged along the sleeves—the same way they always were.

Her hands were flecked with dried color, like tiny remnants of every art project she'd worked on.

Right, Naomi always wanted to be a painter.

Izuku's chest felt light, a warmth settling in his ribs.

For the first time all day, he smiled.

A real one.

"Sorry, Naomi," he said, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "I didn't mean to doze off."

She rolled her eyes but laughed, leaning forward slightly.

"Geez, Zuzu. If I knew you'd just be napping in here, I would’ve dragged you out sooner."

Izuku chuckled.

She always made me feel like I wasn’t alone.

Then—

The warmth faded.

Subtle, at first.

The air felt thicker, the distant sounds of students muffling into something hollow.

The classroom lights flickered.

Naomi was still smiling, but the golden glow around her had dimmed.

Izuku's stomach twisted.

He glanced down at his desk.

His fingers—his entire desk—were stained with paint.

Drip.

Drip.

Thick, black paint oozed from Naomi’s fingertips, trailing down her wrists, seeping into her uniform sleeves.

Izuku's breath caught.

"Naomi—"

She tilted her head slightly, her hair falling over one eye. The smile never left her face.

But her lips moved—her voice distorted.

"Did you really think I meant all that, Zuzu?"

The walls melted.

The classroom folded in on itself, the desks, the windows—gone. The golden sunlight bled into darkness, deep and endless, swallowing everything whole.

Laughter.

Not Naomi’s.

It surrounded him, curling, twisting, echoing from every direction.

Izuku turned—no more school, no desks, no floors beneath his feet.

Just black ooze creeping up his legs, pulling him under.

And then—

It stood before him.

A figure, shifting, twisting, its form ever-changing, always wrong.

It loomed over him, jagged mouth stretching impossibly wide.

Paint dripped from its teeth.

"No one will ever love you."

Izuku’s breath hitched.

His heart slammed against his ribs.

"Weak."

"Pathetic."

"Useless."

He wanted to move—wanted to run—but his feet—

They wouldn’t move.

They never moved.

The creature leaned in, its breath curling around his ear.

"You’ll never be enough."

 

—---

Izuku jerked awake, gasping.

His chest rose and fell in rapid, uneven breaths.

The ceiling above him was unfamiliar—a fan spinning lazily overhead. The air smelled faintly of popcorn and something else—something familiar.

A blanket was loosely draped over his shoulders. The dim glow of the TV screen flickered across the walls, casting soft blue light over the small apartment.

For a brief, disoriented moment, he thought he was alone.

Then—

Soft breathing.

Izuku turned his head.

Toga was curled up beside him on the couch, her face half-buried in a pillow, blonde hair messy from sleep. The remote was still clutched in her hand, the All Might movie menu looping on the screen.

Right.

They had spent the night watching All Might movies after his panic attack.

Izuku exhaled shakily, pressing a hand to his face. His skin was dry.

No paint. No ooze. No monster.

‘Just a dream.’

He let out a slow breath and shifted, trying to sit up—

But the moment he moved, Toga grumbled in her sleep.

Her brow furrowed, lips pressing into a sleepy pout, and without opening her eyes, her fingers tightened around his sleeve.

A quiet murmur, barely audible—

"Stay."

Izuku froze.

He stared at her hand on his sleeve.

His heart was still racing, the weight of the dream pressing against his ribs, but… the warmth of her grip kept him grounded.

He let out a slow breath and sank back into the couch.

The fan hummed overhead, the TV screen flickered, and Toga mumbled something incoherent before settling again.

Izuku stared at the ceiling, eyes half-lidded. His mind was still tangled, but… at least he could rest for a little longer.

He took a deep breath.

His heartbeat, once loud in his ears, gradually steadied. He let himself relax, even if just a little.

A flick on his nose broke the moment.

“Stop thinking so hard” Toga murmured, eyes still closed.

“S-Sorry,” he whispered back.

Toga just sighed, tilting her head slightly to get more comfortable. “Mmm… breakfast?”

Izuku hesitated. Before he could answer—

His phone vibrated.

Loud. Against the sheets.

He jolted so hard he nearly knocked Toga off.

Toga let out a wheezy snicker as Izuku scrambled for his phone, his fingers fumbling to grab it. He barely registered the name on the screen before instinctively answering.

“Nejire?” He whispered urgently.

The response came immediately—

“IZUKUUUUUUUUUUU!”

Izuku winced, pulling the phone slightly away from his ear.

Nejire’s voice was loud, he could hear her from the other side of the room

“Why aren’t you here?!” she whined. “We woke up and you weren’t snuggling us! Do you know how cold we were?” A dramatic pause. “Yuyu was especially needy.”

In the background, a very flustered Yuyu shouted, “I WAS NOT.”

Izuku opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again.

“I—I just went out to get some air,” he said quickly, rubbing the back of his neck.

Nejire, completely unfazed, perked up at the excuse. “Oh! Great! Let’s meet up outside for breakfast!”

“Wait—”

Click.

The call ended.

Izuku barely had time to process what just happened before he heard it—

A door opening and closing from the hallway.

The apartment door was next door to theirs.

Which meant—

A very eager Nejire was going outside, looking for him.

Izuku froze.

Panic set in. Where could he go?! He could already hear her voice, muffled through the walls, slowly disappearing

Then—

A cough.

Izuku turned his head to see Toga, now sitting up, watching him with pure amusement.

Still groggy, she stretched lazily, then got up and slid the balcony door open. She stepped aside and gestured grandly toward it, smirking.

“Your chariot awaits.”

Izuku stared at the open balcony. Then back at her. Then back at the balcony.

“…Jumping it is.”

With a sigh, he moved toward the edge, rolling his shoulders in preparation. But before he could leap, he hesitated—glancing at Toga one last time.

“…Hey,” he said, voice quieter now. “Thanks. For last night.”

Toga’s smirk softened slightly, golden eyes meeting his.

“Anytime, Izuku.”

And just like that, his day started with him jumping off a balcony.

The morning air was crisp, carrying the scent of the city as Izuku Midoriya hovered just above the ground near a quiet alleyway. Green sparks flickered around his fingertips, his body weightless for a moment before his boots touched the pavement. He exhaled softly, adjusting his scarf as he stepped out onto the bustling sidewalk.

A familiar voice called his name.

“Izuku~!”

Turning toward the source, he spotted Nejire Hado and Yuyu Haya standing by a small café, their breath visible in the cool air.

Yuyu’s eyes widened slightly at the sight of him, her fingers tightening around the strap of her bag. A faint dusting of pink colored her cheeks as she hesitated, then lifted a small, shy wave.

Before she could say anything, Nejire barreled into him.

“You disappeared on us!” she whined, wrapping her arms around his waist like a child clinging to their favorite plush toy. “Do you know how worried we were? Yuyu barely slept last night thinking about it!"

“I—I was not—!” Yuyu stammered, her blush deepening.

Izuku chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry, I just needed some air…”

Nejire, already over her dramatic complaints, grinned and leaned back slightly, eyes gleaming. “Then you better make it up to us with breakfast! What do you feel like eating? Oh! Maybe pancakes! Or rice bowls! Or—”

Her voice carried into the background as the streets filled with the murmurs of students and passing civilians, the city slowly coming to life.

 

—--

Elsewhere, on a sunlit rooftop lounge, a group of Class 2A and 2B girls lounged around, joined by the Wild Wild Pussycats.

Mandalay stretched her arms above her head with a satisfied sigh.

Mina leaned back in her chair, sipping her drink. “You know, technically, as Provisional Heroes, we don’t have to go back to the dorms…”

“I like where this is going,” Kinoko muttered, face-down on the table.

Setsuna groaned, tipping her head back. “Ughhh, do we really have to be productive? It’s way too early for this.”

“You’re all so lazy,” Pony said in a sing-song voice, happily swinging her legs over the lounge chair.

Ragdoll simply giggled, enjoying the warmth of the sun on her skin.

For now, it was peaceful.

 

—--

At a quiet agency office, Ryukyu sat at her desk, absentmindedly tapping her fingers against a stack of unfinished reports.

Her gaze, however, was elsewhere.

The sofa in the corner of her office sat empty, but she found herself smiling at it anyway.

A small buzz from her phone pulled her attention away. She glanced at the screen.

 

Deku? Dicku…what’s the difference?

TheWabbit

Who’s free today? 

MountThisB

Not me, but also… when’s Izuku free? 👀

Medusa

Don’t know. Sirius gonna confess yet?

SIRIUS:

I don’t like him. Shut up.

Momdalay

You think he’s cute, that says a lot.

 

Ryukyu shook her head, exhaling through her nose.

Some things never changed.

 

—--

Back at the Midoriya household, Inko hummed softly as she set the breakfast table.

Plates, bowls, a steaming pot of miso soup—everything was carefully arranged, a comforting routine she had perfected over the years.

From the hallway, All Might stepped into the room.

Even in his weakened form, his presence still carried weight, though his features had softened with time. He greeted her with a warm smile. “Good morning, Inko.”

She turned, mirroring his smile. “Good morning, Toshinori.”

Before she could say more, a voice spoke from deeper inside the house.

She paused, tilting her head slightly.

 

—--

Far from the city, in a quiet home, a mother ran a brush through her daughter’s hair.

The little girl giggled, feet kicking idly against the wooden floor. The woman’s hands were gentle, careful as she pulled the strands into a neat ponytail.

A soft smile tugged at her lips, but there was something in her eyes—something distant, something heavy.

The girl, unaware, simply leaned back into her mother’s touch.

Fingers, calloused and stained faintly with paint, continued their rhythmic motion.

For now, it was just another morning.

 

—--

In a dimly lit dorm room, Togeike groaned loudly, slumping over her desk, her cheek pressing against an open textbook. The soft glow of her laptop screen flickered in the dark, filled with half-finished assignments.

"Why do I have to do this?" she muttered into the pages. "Why is everything pain?"

She lazily reached for a nearby energy drink, only to find it empty. Her groan deepened.

Meanwhile, across the campus, Midnight sat alone in her office, flipping through a thick stack of mission reports.

Her fingers idly traced over the faint scars on her arms—remnants of battles fought and won, of close calls and near losses. Her eyes flickered downward, landing on a familiar name in the report.

She stared at it for a long moment.

A slow, knowing smile crossed her lips.

As the day moved forward, Izuku stepped through UA’s front gates, exhaling as he took in the familiar sight of the campus.

Somehow, the weight on his shoulders felt a little lighter.

Standing a short distance away, Mawata Fuwa caught sight of him. Her hands rested on her hips, and her usual calm smile settled easily on her lips.

"Welcome back, Midoriya," she said warmly.

He smiled, lifting a hand in greeting. “Thanks, senpai.”

Before he could take another step inside the dorms—

A sudden blur of white and blue came barreling toward him.

“PAPA!”

Izuku barely had time to react before Eri tackled him, wrapping her tiny arms around his waist. He instinctively caught her, stumbling back slightly from the sheer force of the hug.

“You’re home!” she beamed up at him.

His heart melted. “Yeah, I’m home.”

A chorus of voices erupted behind them.

“MIDORIYA!”

The boys of Class 2A  swarmed toward him, grinning and shouting, welcoming him back like he had been gone for years instead of hours.

Laughter bubbled up in his chest. The tension, the exhaustion, everything seemed to fade in that moment.

 

—--

Izuku stirred the pot on the stove, letting the comforting aroma of miso broth fill the air. Cooking had always been a calming ritual for him, something steady and familiar amid the chaos of his life.

A loud thump near the couch broke his focus.

He turned just in time to see Togeike dramatically collapsing onto him, her full weight draped over his back like a ragdoll.

A muffled groan escaped her lips. "Izukuuu… help me…"

Used to her antics, he didn’t even flinch. Instead, he peered over his shoulder with an amused smirk.

"Homework?"

She let out another dramatic whine, burying her face against his shoulder in what could only be described as pure suffering.

He chuckled, giving her a light pat on the head before turning his attention back to the pot. "You should’ve started earlier instead of procrastinating."

Togeike stood up properly and scowled, clearly offended. "Excuse you , I was mentally preparing for my suffering."

Before he could tease her further, she unleashed her ultimate weapon—her biggest, most pleading puppy-dog eyes.

Her lower lip trembled. Her expression radiated pure desperation.

"Izuuu~ please?" she pleaded, clasping her hands together for dramatic effect.

He sighed, shaking his head with a soft chuckle. "Alright, alright. I’ll help."

A victorious grin spread across her face as she slumped back into the couch, fully content with her life choices.

Izuku just smiled to himself as he turned back to the stove.

He didn’t mind helping.

A few moments later, Izuku leaned over the table, scanning Togeike’s notes as she scribbled something down. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he tapped his finger against the page.

“You flipped the equation here,” he pointed out. “It should be negative, not positive.”

Togeike groaned loudly, dropping her head onto the table in defeat. “Why does math hate me?”

Izuku chuckled, ruffling her hair playfully. “Math doesn’t hate you. You just keep rushing.”

With an exaggerated huff, she picked up her pencil again. “Fine, fine. But if I get a headache, I’m blaming you.”

“Fair enough,” Izuku said with a grin, before standing up to check on the food. The scent of miso and simmering meat filled the air as he stirred the pot, humming softly to himself.

He barely took two steps back toward the table when—

“GAH!”

Togeike yelped, nearly toppling over as she spotted Eri peeking over the couch.

She had completely forgotten that Izuku had a kid now.

Still as a statue, Eri stared at her, seemingly unsure if she had done something wrong.

Realizing the kid was a little tense, Togeike dug through her bag and pulled out a small piece of chocolate. Without a word, she handed it over, shooting a glance toward the kitchen like she was smuggling contraband.

Eri’s eyes widened in surprise before a tiny, grateful smile crossed her face. She took the chocolate, bowed politely, and wandered off.

Togeike watched her go, a smirk tugging at her lips.

‘Cute kid’

Before she could dwell on it, Izuku’s voice broke through.

“Take a break and help me set the table?”

“Yeah, yeah,” she replied lazily, pushing herself up.

Or at least, she tried.

Her foot caught on a stray piece of paper, and before she could even react, her balance gave out.

She let out a yelp as she fell forward—

Only to be caught by a pair of strong arms.

The world stilled.

Izuku’s face was right there.

His warm breath ghosted over her cheek, lips just barely two inches apart. His grip on her waist was firm, steady—solid. And for the briefest of moments, his fingers twitched like he realized it too.

Togeike swallowed, her pulse hammering in her ears.

If one of them moved even slightly—

“SOMETHING SMELLS DELICIOUS!”

The loud shout from the stairs shattered the moment.

Izuku jolted, releasing her as if he’d been electrocuted. Togeike practically launched herself backward, suddenly very interested in anything that wasn’t his face.

Kaminari, Tokoyami, and Sato stood at the base of the stairs, blinking at the unexpected guest in the common room.

Kaminari squinted. “Oh… I didn’t realize we have company?”

Izuku coughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I was just helping her with homework. We were about to eat.”

Kaminari’s face froze in horror.

“Oh. Oh no. I forgot about homework.”

Sato, ever the responsible one, tilted his head. “Did you finish that project Aizawa assigned three months ago?”

A beat of silence.

Kaminari’s devastation hit like a truck.

“OH SH—!”

Before he could finish, he turned heel and bolted up the stairs, a trail of frantic cursing following him.

The others burst into laughter.

Izuku, exhaling through his nose, shook his head before heading back to the kitchen. His hands rubbed together absentmindedly, the warmth of that moment still lingering on his skin.

But he brushed it off, focusing instead on the meal.

“Sato, can you call Eri for lunch?”

It was time to eat.

And, hopefully, forget about whatever just happened.

 

—--

After lunch, Izuku and Togeike worked on moving her things into his room. It wasn’t much—just some clothes, school supplies, and a few personal items—but the process still took time.

Togeike stretched her arms above her head once they were finally done, rolling her shoulders with a satisfied sigh. “That was a workout.”

Izuku tossed her an energy bar. “Here. You earned it.”

She caught it with a deadpan look. “What am I, a dog?”

He just grinned. “You’re grumpy when you’re hungry.”

She huffed but unwrapped it anyway, taking a slow bite as they settled into the quiet.

For a while, neither of them spoke. The room was calm, the only sounds being the rustling of their movements and the occasional creak of the old dorm furniture.

Togeike’s gaze drifted.

To his arms.

She had noticed them before—the scars. Some from battle, from broken bones and reckless fights. But others…

More personal.

Her chest tightened.

“…Does it still itch?”

Izuku turned to her, blinking at the sudden question before offering a small, knowing smile. He gave a short nod.

She hesitated before lifting her hand slightly, a silent request for permission.

His expression softened. He shifted to face her fully, gently guiding her hand to his arm.

Her fingertips traced over the raised scars, some jagged, some smooth.

“You have a lot,” she murmured.

“I know,” Izuku said quietly. “I still have more… do you want to see?”

She glanced up at him.

“Only if you want to,” she replied.

He let out a breath and nodded.

Slowly, he peeled off his shirt, revealing the marks etched into his skin. Across his chest, down his sides, curling along his ribs and abs. Each one a story. Some he could talk about easily—training injuries, villain attacks. Others were harder.

He opened his mouth.

Then closed it.

She didn’t need to hear them.

She already understood.

Togeike’s fingers hovered over a long, faded line near his ribs. She didn’t ask about it. Didn’t press. Instead, she exhaled softly, moving her hand to the hem of her own shirt.

Izuku caught her wrist before she could lift it.

“You don’t have to,” he murmured.

A small smile played on her lips. “I know.”

And yet, she still pulled the fabric over her head, letting it drop to the side. She blushed, suddenly aware of the fact that she was sitting there in just her bra, but she didn’t let herself hesitate.

She reached for his hand, gently guiding it to her shoulder.

Right where the burn mark was.

A mark the size of a hand.

Izuku’s fingers barely brushed over it, but his breath hitched.

“…What happened?”

Togeike exhaled through her nose, her voice calm. Matter-of-fact.

“High school,” she said. “Some girl wanted to ‘put me in my place.’”

His jaw tensed.

“She had a heat-based quirk—something with her hands. It wasn’t supposed to get this bad, but the teachers came in, she panicked, and—” she shrugged, tapping the scar lightly. “She lost control.”

Izuku’s fingers curled slightly, the warmth of his palm pressing against her skin. “Did she get expelled?”

“Suspended. Five months.”

That clearly didn’t sit right with him.

Togeike sighed, rolling her eyes. “Relax. It’s in the past.”

Izuku didn’t reply, but his grip didn’t ease either.

The weight of the moment settled between them. Heavy. Unspoken.

She watched as he traced the edge of her scar with careful precision, like he was mapping it out, memorizing it.

And then—

“…Does it still itch?” he asked, almost mirroring her words from earlier.

Togeike huffed a quiet laugh, shaking her head. “No.”

“…Does it still hurt?”

She paused.

Then whispered, “Not as much.”

Izuku’s thumb brushed over the mark once, lingering there before he finally let go.

They sat there, shirtless and silent, scars laid bare under the dim light of the room.

Then, without warning, Togeike poked his ribs.

Izuku flinched. His whole body jerked, and a startled noise slipped past his lips before he smacked a hand over his mouth. His eyes snapped to hers, narrowing.

She smirked. Challenge accepted?

Challenge accepted.

Before she could react, he lunged.

A sharp yelp escaped her as she twisted away, but too late—Izuku’s hands were already on her sides, fingers pressing into the most ticklish spots. She squealed, thrashing against him, trying to wriggle free, but he was relentless.

“Y-You little—!” she gasped between breathless laughter, kicking her legs out in protest.

“You started it!” Izuku grinned, dodging a wild elbow as he pinned her down for a split second—before she managed to flip them over, effectively straddling him.

Somewhere along the struggle, they ended up on the floor.

Her pigtails had come undone, hair tumbling messily around her face.

And then—

They just stared at each other.

Togeike on top of him, hands braced against his chest, breath still uneven.

Izuku lying beneath her, looking up, his face slightly flushed, lips parted as if he wanted to say something—

Then the door swung open.

“Hey, Midoriya, I just came to—”

Sero froze.

Togeike turned.

Izuku blinked.

Sero slowly took in the scene.

Izuku on his back.

Togeike sitting on top of him, disheveled.

Both of them flushed and breathless. 

Both shirtless.

“…My bad.” Sero backpedaled so fast he almost tripped, one hand raised in surrender. “I’ll—uh—yeah, I’ll just—”

And then he was gone.

The door clicked shut.

Silence.

Izuku groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Togeike, get off.”

She snorted but did as he asked, rolling to the side while he sat up and hastily reached for his shirt.

“It’s not what it looked like!” Izuku practically teleported after Sero, flinging the door open to chase after him.

Togeike, meanwhile, simply grabbed her homework and got back to work—as if nothing happened.

Her heartbeat?

Yeah.

That told a different story.

 

—--

Sunday - U.A. Gym

Izuku exhaled slowly, rolling his shoulders as he faced off against Mawata in the open gym. The air between them crackled with an unspoken intensity. They had sparred before, but today was different—no holding back. No distractions. Just two combatants, seasoned through battle and hardship, ready to test their limits.

Mawata smirked, bouncing slightly on the balls of her feet. "Ready, Midoriya?"

Izuku didn’t answer verbally. Instead, he surged forward, Full Cowling (35%) igniting his body in a flash of green lightning.

The fight began.

Mawata snapped her fingers once. Floof.

The gym floor ahead of Izuku turned to cloud-like softness, breaking his footing just as he was about to shift for another step. His foot sank through, forcing him to kick off into the air using Float before he could be fully swallowed.

Snap.

A stray dumbbell transformed into a fluffy sphere and was immediately tossed in his direction. Izuku dodged mid-air, twisting as he let it pass, only for Mawata to snap again.

The dumbbell reformed—mid-flight.

A hundred kilograms of metal, flying straight for his skull.

Izuku barely managed to twist away, feeling the rush of displaced air as it nearly clipped him. He landed, tensing—then moved.

He darted forward with another burst of speed, weaving between Mawata’s incoming traps. The air popped as she snapped her fingers again and again, weaponizing the environment—turning gym equipment into floating traps before reverting them at just the right moment.

She was forcing him to predict and react at speeds beyond human limits.

A bench floofed into a harmless puff—

Snap.

It reverted mid-air, nearly clipping his knee.

A barbell floofed—

Snap.

It came down with the full force of its original mass.

Izuku adapted. Dodging. Weaving. Predicting. His mind raced at full capacity, analyzing the rhythm of her movements. There was a pattern. She had to think about what an object was before she could change it.

He just had to be faster than her thoughts.

He launched forward, Blackwhip lashing out—but before it could make contact—

Snap.

The tendrils floofed into soft, useless strands.

“Damn it!” he cursed, already moving before she could trap him again. His boots nearly sank through another section of floofed flooring, but he activated Float in time to stay airborne.

Mawata grinned. “Not bad, Midoriya! But I hope you don’t think you can win by just dodging!”

She clapped once.

A sudden shockwave floofed everything in a three-meter radius. The weights. The floor. The very air around her.

Izuku’s eyes widened as he felt his momentum betray him. The moment he tried to push off the ground for another burst of speed—

There was nothing solid left to push off from.

Mawata saw his realization. Her fingers tensed. Ready to snap again. Ready to end it.

But Izuku wasn’t done yet.

Full Cowling + Float + Blackwhip.

Green lightning flared, his body straining under the weight of three quirks at once. But it worked.

Blackwhip latched onto a distant beam, giving him just enough of an anchor to pull himself forward. He spun mid-air, snapping toward Mawata at full speed.

Her eyes widened as he closed the distance. Too fast.

She snapped—but Izuku’s fist was already in motion.

A sharp gust of air pressure blasted outward as he stopped just short of hitting her, shifting tactics at the last second.

Instead of attacking—

He used Blackwhip to yank her forward.

Mawata gasped as the unexpected movement threw her off balance. Her feet barely touched the ground before she was pulled into a spin—

And then—

She hit the floor.

Her back landed with a firm thud, and before she could snap her fingers again—

Izuku pinned her wrists above her head.

Victory.

The realization settled in at the same time they both became aware of the position they had landed in.

Izuku was straddling her waist, pinning her firmly beneath him, their faces mere inches apart. Mawata’s chest rose and fell quickly, her breath a little ragged from the fight.

For a long second, neither of them spoke.

Izuku’s face burned. “U-uh—”

Mawata blinked. Then smirked. “…Well. This is an interesting way to lose.”

“IT’S NOT ON PURPOSE!” Izuku practically yelped

Mawata laughed “You really don’t hold back, huh?”

Izuku groaned again. “I tried to make it a normal win—”

“You sure? It was very bold of you to pin me down like this.” She grinned  “Didn’t know you were so forward.”

Izuku made a noise somewhere between a sputter and a dying cat.

Mawata’s smirk widened. "Don’t worry, Midoriya. I don’t mind a strong guy taking control every now and then."

Midnight seeing enough, stepped up and she clapped her hand. "Not bad, not bad at all! Both of you showed excellent technique and adaptability. There are some things to improve, of course—Mawata, your reaction time when your quirk is countered needs work. And Midoriya, you overcommit sometimes, leaving yourself open. But overall?" She gave them a sly grin. "That was fun to watch."

Izuku, still holding Mawata down, huffed out a breath. His arms were locked in place, one hand gripping her wrists, the other pressing against her shoulder. Their bodies were close—too close—chests rising and falling in tandem.

Midnight smirked, stepping closer. "Now, Midoriya," she purred. "You might want to work on that little habit of getting flustered whenever you pin someone down. It could lead to some... interesting situations."

Izuku's face went up in flames. "I-I wasn't flustered!"

Mawata, still beneath him, tilted her head, her own smirk forming. "Oh?" she whispered, voice smooth and teasing as she leaned up slightly, breath ghosting against his ear. "Well, maybe you should keep me pinned, Izuku~ Who knows what could happen?"

His soul practically left his body.

With a strangled noise, Izuku scrambled away, tripping slightly as he stood. Mawata, ever the troublemaker, propped herself up on her elbows, laughing as she watched him struggle. "Hah~ you're adorable ," she teased.

Midnight just chuckled, crossing her arms. "Oh, I like her."

Izuku groaned, rubbing his face. This was going to be a long day.

 

—--

"Alright, you brats, you know the rule!" Midnight clapped her hands together, her signature mischievous grin in place. "No major injuries, no excuses— we stretch after a fight!"

Izuku let out a quiet groan. He wasn’t against stretching—far from it. He understood its importance, especially after an intense spar. But this? This was Midnight leading stretches. Which meant he was about to go through an entirely different kind of trial .

He kept his head down, his focus strictly on the floor as he followed along. Listen to instructions. Execute them. Do not look up. Simple. In theory. In reality? He was keenly aware that Midnight’s and Mawata’s... assets were much more pronounced in certain poses. And if he wanted to survive this mentally intact , he needed to keep his eyes locked on the ground.

But then—

"Psst. Izuku~."

His body betrayed him. He looked up.

Mistake.

Mawata arched her back just right, accentuating her curves with practiced ease. A slow, playful smirk tugged at her lips as she caught his eyes—then she winked .

Izuku’s brain short-circuited.

His face erupted into a full-body blush, and, in sheer panic, he let out a strangled noise before slamming his forehead to the floor. He stayed there, willing himself to focus on literally anything else .

Mawata stifled a laugh, victorious.

Midnight, ever the traitor , tilted her head in amusement. "Oh? What’s this? Did you strain something, Midoriya?"

Izuku tensed, refusing to respond. Just ignore them. If I ignore them, maybe they’ll stop—

"Mawata, be a dear and help push Midoriya forward for his stretch, will you?"

His stomach dropped.

"W-wait, I can—!"

Too late. A pair of hands pressed firmly against his back, gently but insistently pushing him deeper into the stretch. He felt a warm breath near his ear as Mawata hummed playfully.

"Juuuust like that," Mawata sing-songed. "Nice and deep~."

Izuku wanted to die .

The stretch itself wasn’t an issue—he could handle that. But Mawata’s hands, the teasing edge in her voice, the fact that he could feel her against him

This was a test of willpower on an entirely different level.

As they held the stretch, Mawata’s voice shifted—softer this time, almost thoughtful.

"You’ve really come a long way, you know?"

Izuku blinked, momentarily distracted. "...Huh?"

Her hands remained steady on his back, applying just the right amount of pressure.

"From the first-year kid who kept breaking his bones to UA’s rising star. Don’t know if anyone’s told you this, but... I’m proud of you, Midoriya."

Izuku felt something tighten in his chest.

"...Mawata-senpai."

She chuckled. "It’s true. You’re always pushing yourself, and it’s admirable. But try to get some rest, okay? You’re not alone. You have friends, family, people who love and care about you."

There was a beat of silence before he hesitated, then asked—

"...Do you... care, Senpai?"

She was quiet for a moment, then her fingers flexed slightly before pressing down again.

"If you want me to, I can and will. But I think it’s too late for that, huh?" A soft sigh. "I’ll care even if you don’t want me to."

Izuku swallowed thickly, unsure how to respond.

"...Thanks."

The moment hung between them, something unspoken settling in the air. It was—

And then she ruined it .

Because instead of letting up, she leaned in , pressing her chest flush against his back.

Izuku froze .

His face exploded in heat as every rational thought evaporated.

"M-Mawata—!"

She giggled, voice teasingly close. "Relax, Izuku~ It’s just a stretch."

"IT'S NOT JUST A STRETCH!" he sputtered, body locked up like a malfunctioning robot.

Midnight snickered, clearly enjoying the show. "Oh, I like this dynamic. You two should spar more often."

Mawata hummed in agreement, not quite pulling away yet. "Mmm, I think I like him better like this, all flustered~."

Izuku groaned, knowing deep down

This was far from over.

 

—--

The smell of sizzling meat filled the air as Izuku stood in the kitchen, stirring a pot with focused precision. The girls had texted earlier—they were coming home today. With the 1B girls in tow.

Apparently, the onsen food had been subpar , and the girls had immediately decided that his cooking was superior. He didn’t know whether to feel flattered or mildly concerned that his culinary skills had become such a high standard.

Outside, Kirishima and Satō were manning the barbecue, laughing over something probably dumb but entertaining. The afternoon felt warm, peaceful, normal .

And then his phone rang.

He glanced at the caller ID.

Saiko Intelli.

Oh boy.

He wiped his hands on a towel before answering. "Hello?"

"Midoriya-kun." Her voice was silky smooth, the kind that carried a sense of sophistication and mischief all in one. "I hope I'm not disturbing you?"

Izuku sighed, already bracing himself. "No, I’m just cooking lunch. What's up?"

"Ah, excellent! I shall place my order for later, then. But more importantly—what is your answer to my latest proposal?"

There it was.

He exhaled. "It’s still a no."

There was a pause. "Hmm. I see." She sounded neither surprised nor disappointed. If anything, she seemed intrigued . "May I ask why?"

Here we go.

Izuku pinched the bridge of his nose. "Because I'm not interested in marriage, Saiko. You know that."

She made a hum of consideration before smoothly countering, "And yet, despite your repeated refusals, you have yet to provide a proper counterargument against my points. So let me remind you—"

And just like that, Saiko launched into her very well-documented reasoning for why they were an optimal match.

"—First, as a hero, you require a stable, intelligent, and resourceful partner. I fulfill all three categories, and my skills in tactical planning would benefit you immensely."

Izuku stirred the pot, sighing.

"Second, as a public figure, you need someone who understands politics and social maneuvering. I am well-versed in both, meaning I can handle public relations, media, and diplomatic affairs while you focus on hero work."

Izuku reached for some spices, sprinkling them in.

"Third, and most importantly—"

Here it comes.

"I am, of course, stunningly beautiful and perfectly capable of being a desirable wife."

Izuku almost dropped the ladle.

Saiko continued, as if she hadn’t just made that ridiculous statement, "True, I may be a year older than you, but I fail to see how this is a disadvantage. If anything, my superior experience would prove beneficial in—"

"Saiko."

She stopped.

Izuku sighed again, running a hand through his hair. "Your proposal is... impressive, really. You’ve clearly thought this through."

"Of course" she said smoothly.

"But the answer is still no."

Silence.

For the first time, she didn’t immediately retort.

Then, softly—"Is it because I am not desirable to you?"

Izuku choked on air .

"I see." She sounded... pensive. "I always considered myself beautiful. Perhaps not in the way of supermodels or heroines like Miruko, but still... attractive. Yet if you do not find me so, then—"

"No—!" Izuku blurted out, face burning. "That’s not—it’s not that you aren’t beautiful! You are ! I just—" He fumbled, struggling to string words together.

"Then what is it?" she asked, her voice quieter now.

Izuku hesitated.

She took his silence as permission to continue. "If it is a matter of timing, I can wait. But if I am to wait, I would like to know the reason. Would you grant me that much?"

His grip on the ladle tightened.

Why?

Why?

How was he supposed to answer that?

Izuku tried to laugh it off, but it came out awkward. "Saiko, I—c’mon, I’m not exactly... amazing to begin with."

She didn’t respond.

So he continued, words tumbling out in a self-deprecating mess. "I’m not this ‘optimal’ person you think I am. I’m covered in scars. I still get nervous around crowds. I freeze up when women are... forward. I—I overthink everything, I get in my own head, I—"

He sucked in a breath, voice cracking.

"I’m just... me."

A beat of silence.

And then—

"And what’s wrong with that?"

Izuku froze.

Her voice had softened, the sharp edges replaced with something gentler, something... real .

"Midoriya, while I listed all those points about why you are the optimal husband—efficiency, politics, environment, etc.—that is not the sole reason I want to be with you."

His breathing hitched.

"I want to be with you ."

His chest tightened .

"Not the rising hero. Not All Might’s successor. You ."

The room suddenly felt too small. His head buzzed, his heart pounded, his breathing felt—

Shallow.

Too shallow.

His hands clenched around the ladle, shoulders locking up as a sudden wave of too much crashed into him. The air felt thick, heavy—his pulse was too fast, his thoughts spiraling—

Oh. Oh no.

A panic attack.

Not a big one, not full-blown, but— starting .

He knew the signs. He’d been through them before.

But then—

"Breathe, Midoriya."

Saiko’s voice was calm, steady.

"Slowly. In through your nose. Hold. Out through your mouth."

He tried.

"Again."

He obeyed.

"Good."

Her voice wasn’t teasing. It wasn’t coy or playful. It was... warm .

Grounding.

His grip loosened.

His chest felt less tight.

He let out a slow breath, staring at the pot in front of him.

Silence stretched between them before she finally spoke again.

"I apologize if I overstepped."

He shook his head, even though she couldn’t see it. "No... You didn’t."

A pause.

Then, with a familiar lilt of mischief—"But just so you know, Midoriya-kun... your answer may be ‘no’ now, but I do plan to resubmit my proposal in the future."

He groaned. "Saiko—!"

She giggled. He... liked it.

Damn it.

“Saiko… I…” he hesitated, unsure of what to even say.

“What do you want, Izuku?” Her voice was softer now, inviting in a way that made his chest tighten. “You always let people go first. Always them,  you second. Almost never. I guess that’s what I like about you but… it’s okay to be selfish, you know? What do you want?”

He swallowed hard. The weight of that question sat heavy on his tongue. What do I want?

“...I don’t know,” he admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

“Then I’ll wait.” Her tone was so certain , so matter-of-fact, as if patience was never an issue, as if she had already planned for this response.

Izuku clenched his fist, trying to steady his thoughts. “Saiko, I...”

“I know.”

Her voice was steady, unwavering. There was no disappointment, no frustration—just understanding. That made it so much worse. If she was angry, it would be easier. If she was demanding, he could push back. But this?

This genuine belief in him, this complete faith that he’d figure himself out, that he’d be worth waiting for?

It was terrifying.

Because deep down, he wasn’t sure if she was right.

There was a beat of silence before she added, teasing lilt slipping back into her tone, “But I’ll wait… Expect another proposal later, husband~”

Click.

The call ended.

Izuku let out a deep sigh and ran a hand down his face, his brain still trying to process everything .

He should feel relieved. Should feel grateful.

So why did his heart feel like it was about to beat out of his damn chest?

And why the hell did the idea of her calling him husband make his ears burn?

He didn’t have an answer.

And that scared him most of all.

 

—--

The lunch party was in full swing, a chaotic yet warm blend of Class 2A and 2B mingling together. The occasional clash of personalities flared up—Monoma, for instance, grumbled under his breath but kept his comments civil due to the presence of a certain small, pale-blue-haired child.

Eri, happily munching on a sweet bun, sat beside Izuku, her eyes bright as she took in the lively atmosphere. Mei Hatsume, after aggressively piling a plate with food, left in record time, muttering something about her "babies" needing her. No one was quite sure if she meant her inventions or some new project that would eventually explode in someone’s face. Both, probably both.

Then came the games.

First up, the egg-and-spoon race. Tension was high. Sweat dripped. Hearts pounded. Bakugo got way too aggressive and ended up pulverizing his egg mid-race. “WHO NEEDS A SPOON, I’LL JUST BALANCE IT ON PURE SKILL” he had declared before his foot caught a rock, sending him into the dirt.

Then, the sack race. Aizawa, who had initially been observing from the sidelines, subtly erased Kaminari’s Quirk right as the electric blond attempted to boost his speed with tiny sparks. Kaminari fell face-first into the grass, and the entire class cackled.

Charades was next.

“Okay, okay, it’s a movie,” Mina said, bouncing excitedly as she held up the card for Iida.

Iida squared his shoulders, his face solemn with determination. He took one deep breath—then immediately launched into a full interpretive performance of Fast and Furious , complete with detailed engine sounds and dramatic slow-motion running.

“…Tokyo Drift?” Sero guessed hesitantly.

Iida did an impressive barrel roll across the grass and pointed dramatically.

“YES!”

Jenga had almost ended in disaster. Kaminari, still holding a grudge, decided to aim tiny, barely-there shocks at the tower while Bakugo and Izuku were locked in a heated battle of strategy. It backfired. The tower collapsed toward Kaminari, and he barely dodged it. “That’s what you get!” screamed Mineta as he wheezed with laughter.

Arm wrestling?

Izuku and Bakugo had gone at it like their lives depended on it.

“You absolute nerd—just lose already!” Bakugo gritted out as their hands trembled in place.

“You first, Kacchan!” Izuku shot back, his freckles scrunching up as he grinned.

The table beneath them creaked dangerously before Momo quickly intervened with a “We are NOT paying for another one!”

Then came the final game of the day: The Tissue Game.

Mineta, in a moment of foolish optimism, had thought the person sitting next to him was a girl and confidently tore off a very short piece of tissue… only to turn and find Sato staring back at him. His soul left his body as he immediately spat the tissue out in shock.

One by one, players lost as the tissue pieces got smaller. Ibara narrowed her eyes at Setsuna, the small piece of tissue barely held between her lips. “You will be respectful,” she murmured, though it came out slightly muffled.

Setsuna just grinned, tilting her head playfully. “Respectful? Oh, Ibara, you wound me.”

Before Ibara could issue another warning, Setsuna leaned in with deliberate slowness, letting her breath fan over Ibara’s face. She took the tissue between her teeth, lingering just enough to make Ibara twitch, her cheeks tinting red. Then, with a smug look, she bit down and tore off her piece.

Ibara groaned under her breath, muttering something about shamelessness, but Setsuna just winked, clearly enjoying the reaction.

Then she turned—and her teasing confidence shattered instantly.

Izuku.

His eyes blinked at her, green and wide with realization.

Her lips parted slightly. Oh no.

Izuku glanced down at the small, near-impossible piece of tissue between her lips. He chuckled nervously. “I… I can step out?”

The crowd immediately shot that idea down.

“No way!” Kaminari grinned.

“You gotta see it through!” Mineta hollered, way too into this.

Izuku gulped, turning back to Setsuna. She still looked like she was buffering, the confident flirt from before completely gone.

He hesitated. “…Are you okay with this?”

Setsuna, still frozen, nodded stiffly.

The game had to continue.

Izuku took a breath and leaned in.

She stiffened as he got closer, his presence suddenly overwhelming. His green eyes were locked onto hers, watching carefully. She felt her breath hitch as his fingers ghosted under her chin, tilting her head up slightly.

“Hold still,” he murmured.

Her entire body reacted before she could stop it—her lips parted slightly, her breath uneven.

And then, a whimper.

Izuku stopped immediately, his brows furrowing. His hesitation sent a shock of panic through her—why did he stop? She didn’t want him to stop.

Her fingers twitched before she found herself grasping the hem of his shirt, a barely-there tug.

Go on.

He hesitated for only a second before leaning in once more, his lips mere centimeters from hers as he bit down on the delicate piece of tissue.

For the briefest moment, all she could focus on was his warmth, his presence.

Then, the sound of tearing.

And it was over.

Izuku pulled away—quickly, as if realizing just how close they had been. He averted his gaze, clearing his throat, clearly trying to act as if nothing had happened. ‘That was… easier than I thought it’d be’

Setsuna sat still for a moment, pulse racing, before shakily giving a thumbs-up. “I’m good,” she whispered.

The girls watching were not.

They gawked at her with envy, disbelief, and frustration.

Izuku missed all of it.

Still avoiding eye contact, he sighed in relief and turned to the next person. He barely had a moment to register the movement before he froze completely.

Yui reached into her pocket and, with practiced ease, uncapped a tube of lipstick. She applied it carefully, she watched him, gauged his reaction as she did so, pressing her lips together before turning to him fully, her gaze steady and unwavering. 

Determined.

“Do you want to back out?” she asked, her voice quiet but firm.

Izuku looked at her, then the small tissue on his lips, clearly aware of how small it is, He swallowed. “...No?”

It was muffled, but clear.

Yui nodded in understanding. Then, with delicate precision, she reached up, cradling his face with both hands as she leaned in—

“I’M ON FIRE!”

A screaming blur of orange shot past them.

Everyone’s heads snapped to Mineta, who was running in circles, his entire sleeve engulfed in flames.

“What the hell—?!” Sero yelped.

“FIRE! FIRE! FIRE!” Mineta screamed, flailing wildly. Apparently, in his enthusiasm, he had sat too close to the grill.

Bakugo immediately stomped over. “Oh, for fu—STAY STILL, YOU PURPLE RAT!” He grabbed a cup of soda and dumped it over Mineta’s arm.

The flames fizzled out with a pathetic sizzle.

Silence.

Then, from the back of the crowd, Todoroki let out a deadpan, “You know, I could’ve handled that.”

No one spoke.

Then, like a dam breaking, the entire class burst into laughter.

Izuku barely had time to process what almost happened before Mineta’s screaming snapped him out of it. He exhaled, a quiet, relieved breath, and leaned back

“Welp,” Setsuna sighed dramatically. “There goes Yui’s chance at a romantic moment.”

“Like hell that was gonna be romantic” Bakugo grumbled, kicking over Mineta, who was still shaking from near immolation. “Now move, nerds, I’m starving.”

Yui blinked. Then, as if nothing had happened, she turned away and went to get a drink. Though she did have a stomp on her step

‘Huh… that wasn’t so bad’ The thought slipped into his mind before he even realized it. His heartbeat had spiked, sure, but he wasn’t panicking. He wasn’t shaking. And…

He pressed his lips together briefly, as if testing a feeling.

“…That was easier than I thought it’d be.”

 

—--

The night air was crisp but comfortable, the warmth from the earlier bonfire still lingering as the party began to wind down. Plates were scattered across the tables, remnants of a feast well-enjoyed, while quiet conversations and occasional laughter filled the space.

Izuku sat back, stretching his arms with a quiet sigh. The chaos from earlier had settled into something easier, more familiar. Kaminari and Sero were arguing over the last skewer, while Monoma—ever the critic—was passive-aggressively complimenting the food.

He let his gaze drift, taking in the relaxed atmosphere. Then, his eyes landed on her.

Across the table, Ochaco was perched on the bench, sneakily munching on a piece of mochi. Her eyes flicked side to side, making sure no one was watching as she carefully popped another into her mouth, her lips curling into a tiny, satisfied smile.

Izuku found himself watching her longer than he should have.

bump bump.

A small ache. A beat.

He blinked, caught off guard by the sudden, familiar feeling.

Then, just as he registered it, Ochaco turned—her gaze meeting his.

His body tensed slightly, startled.

She blinked. “You okay, Deku?”

Izuku inhaled, then quickly rubbed the back of his neck, forcing a chuckle. “Yeah. Just thinking.”

Ochaco tilted her head at him, then grinned, completely unaware of the tiny crisis happening in his chest. “Well, don’t think too hard. We still have dessert left, and I will fight you for it.”

He huffed out a quiet laugh. “I wouldn’t dare.”

She beamed before turning back to her snack, unaware of how long Izuku took to tear his gaze away from her.

Even as the night wrapped up, as voices and laughter carried through the air, he felt it again.

That small ache.

That quiet, familiar something.

Notes:

And that's a wrap. Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoy this one, this is going to be a rollercoaster to write.

Chapter 48: The Bitch and the Nerd Part 2

Summary:

Izuku had a dream, but he wasn’t doing anything to reach it. That pissed Nejire off. If he wanted to be a hero, then standing around hoping for a miracle wasn’t going to cut it. She took matters into her own hands, pushing him to train and face reality.

Then she met Bakugo. And she hated him.

She had seen arrogance before, but Bakugo’s treatment of Izuku was something else. Nejire didn’t just call him out—she made Izuku see him in a way he never had before. Not as a rival, not as someone to chase, but as someone who had never once wanted him to succeed.

Notes:

Back again with a new chapter Wooo!! Yep back with part 2 of this one. Here's to hoping I don't mess up this one

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Izuku sat at his desk, reviewing his notes when his phone buzzed.

Nejire: Oi, you alive?

He blinked at the sudden text before quickly replying.

Izuku: Yes?

Almost immediately, another text came in.

Nejire: Good. Open the door.

Izuku barely had time to process before—ding-dong!

He scrambled up, rushing to the door. The moment he opened it, Nejire waltzed in like she owned the place, carrying a plastic bag. “Yo,” she greeted, kicking off her shoes.

“H-Hado-san?” Izuku stammered. “What are you—”

“Felt like visiting. You’re pretty fun to mess with.” She smirked and shoved the bag into his hands. “Here, snacks. Your kitchen’s boring.”

Izuku stood there, unsure of how to process her sudden appearance, while Nejire made herself comfortable in his room. She sat on his bed, lazily stretching out, then glanced around. That’s when she noticed it—his shelves.

“…You weren’t kidding about being an All Might fan,” she mused, eyes scanning the figures, posters, and even limited-edition merch. She smirked, standing up and picking up an All Might figurine. “Damn, you even have the rare ones. This thing costs a fortune.”

Izuku felt his face heat up. “Uh—y-yeah! I saved up for it!”

Nejire hummed, twirling the figurine in her hand. “Kinda cute, honestly. You really love your hero, huh?”

Izuku rubbed the back of his neck. “He’s my inspiration…”

She chuckled before setting the figure down. “Alright, nerd,” she teased before flopping back onto his bed with a sigh.

That’s when Izuku’s brain caught up with what was happening.

There was a girl.

In his room.

On his bed.

He stiffened, eyes darting between Nejire’s relaxed form and his collection. Nejire noticed—of course she noticed. The moment she saw his ears turn red, she grinned.

“Oh? What’s with that look?” she teased, propping herself up on one elbow.

“N-Nothing!” Izuku stammered, stepping back slightly.

Nejire’s smirk widened. “Ohhh, I see. You just realized, huh? That I’m here. In your room. On your bed.” She rolled onto her stomach, resting her chin on her hands, her voice dropping into something slow and playful. “What’s wrong, Izuku? Nervous?”

Izuku felt his soul leave his body.

Nejire, sensing his absolute panic, decided to double down. She sat up, slowly stretching in a way that definitely wasn’t necessary, her long hair cascading over her shoulder as she gave him a knowing look.

“Hm… Maybe I should make myself comfortable,” she mused, tilting her head. “Oh! Should I borrow one of your All Might shirts to wear? I bet that’d be so cute.”

Izuku choked on air. “W-What?! H-Hado-san, w-why—”

“Nejire,” she corrected, leaning forward slightly. “C’mon, if we’re friends, you should call me by my name~.”

Izuku’s brain was short-circuiting. He was 100% sure he was going to die. Either from a heart attack or Nejire’s teasing.

Nejire giggled at his reaction before leaning back, clearly enjoying herself. “Man, you’re fun to mess with,” she said, waving him off. “Relax, nerd. I’m just playing with you.”

Izuku finally took a breath, still red-faced. “You—You’re evil.”

Nejire grinned. “I know.” 

Nejire tapped a finger on her chin as she watched Izuku recover from his latest near-death experience at her hands. Then, something clicked in her head.

“So,” she started, “are you gunning for the U.A. entrance exam?”

Izuku blinked, surprised at the sudden change in conversation. “O-Oh, yeah! It’s my goal to get into U.A.! It’s only about eleven months away, so I—”

Nejire’s playful expression flattened. She deadpanned, looking him up and down.

“You look like noodles.”

Izuku flinched. “H-Huh?”

“Did you even train at all?” she asked, tilting her head. “Like, I get that you’re a big fan of heroes, but what, were you just hoping your dream was enough to get you to pass?”

Izuku opened his mouth, but no words came out.

Nejire sat up, her face uncharacteristically serious. “Look, I’m not trying to be mean here, but let’s be real. The entrance exam isn’t some written test where you can flex your All Might knowledge. It’s a combat exam. You’re going to have to fight, dodge, run, and take down actual combat robots that will not hold back.”

Izuku’s fingers clenched into his hoodie. He already knew that. He knew it too well.

And yet…

“You’re weak,” Nejire continued, matter-of-factly. “And that’s not an insult. It’s just the truth. Do you even have a plan? A training regimen? Any kind of battle experience?”

Izuku lowered his head. “…No.”

Nejire clicked her tongue, leaning back on her palms. She had seen Izuku bruised up, beaten down, but this? This hit different.

He looked defeated.

Not in a way that said he wanted to give up, but in a way that said he had already accepted it.

Nejire frowned. That was a thousand times worse.

She sighed. “Jeez. You looked less pathetic when you were lying half-dead on the floor the other day.”

Izuku let out a weak chuckle. “T-Thanks, I guess?”

Nejire huffed, tapping her fingers on his bed as she thought. She had some free time now and then… and honestly, it was kind of fun seeing this guy flustered.

Finally, she sighed and stretched. “Alright, listen up, Noodles.”

Izuku blinked at the sudden nickname. “W-What?”

“I’ll help you train,” she said casually.

Izuku’s brain short-circuited. “Wait—WHAT?!”

Nejire smirked. “What, you think I’d just lecture you and leave? I’m not that heartless. I can’t promise a full-blown schedule, but I can at least make sure you don’t die the second the exam starts.”

Izuku stared at her, eyes wide. “H-Hado-san, you—”

“Nejire,” she corrected, poking his forehead. “And don’t make a big deal about it, okay? You need help, and I hate seeing people just roll over and accept their fate. You want to be a hero? Act like one.”

Izuku swallowed, then nodded, determination flickering in his eyes.

Nejire grinned. “Good. Now, first things first.”

She flicked his forehead.

“Start doing push-ups, Noodles.”

 

—--

A few days have passed since she started training Midoriya. With just a few pieces of guidance here and there, he had been making progress. She even lent him her old dumbbells, which now sat beside him as a reminder of her support.

Nejire had experienced many emotions in her life.

Annoyance? Sure. She dealt with Mirio daily.

Irritation? Plenty of times, especially during boring lectures.

Anger? Yeah, she could get mad—everyone could.

But this?

This cold, simmering, suffocating rage curling in her stomach like a coiled viper?

This was new.

She had been walking home from U.A., enjoying the cool breeze, stretching her arms above her head as she debated whether she should grab a snack before heading home.

Then she heard it.

A sharp, deafening explosion.

That alone wasn’t unusual. Musutafu had plenty of trigger-happy quirk users.

But something about this explosion set her on edge.

Her feet moved before she even realized it, her leisurely pace quickening into a determined stride.

As she turned the corner, she saw it.

An empty street. Smoke drifting from a fresh scorch mark on the pavement. A group of teenage boys in school uniforms, all wearing smug grins.

And in the center of it all—

A familiar mop of green hair, sprawled on the ground like a broken doll.

Izuku.

Something in her snapped.

 

—--

Izuku groaned, his palms pressing against the rough pavement as he struggled to push himself up. His arms trembled, body aching from the blast that sent him flying moments ago.

He should’ve expected this.

Bakugo had been on edge lately.

Ever since Izuku started training—since he began standing a little taller, his voice less shaky, his resolve more solid—Bakugo had noticed. And he hated it.

Izuku wasn’t supposed to change.

He was supposed to stay the same weak, pathetic Deku that Bakugo had spent years tearing down.

“You think training a little is gonna make a difference?” Bakugo sneered, stepping closer, sparks crackling at his fingertips. “Still gonna be a useless, quirkless—”

A hand landed on his chest.

Firm. Unyielding.

And then—

BOOM.

Bakugo didn’t even have time to register what happened before a powerful force slammed into his torso. The air rushed from his lungs as he was launched backward like a ragdoll, his body twisting midair before he crashed onto the pavement several feet away.

For a moment, everything was spinning.

What the fuck just happened?

Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to sit up, his vision still a little blurry.

Then he saw her.

A girl with long, wavy blue hair, standing over Izuku with an expression so icy it sent an instinctual chill down his spine.

She wasn’t big. She didn’t look threatening.

But there was something about her.

Something dangerous.

And before Bakugo could fully process it, she moved.

She didn’t waste time.

One of Bakugo’s lackeys—some idiot from their middle school—lurched forward, shouting something dumb, his quirk flaring up.

Nejire didn’t even look at him.

With a single, fluid movement, she twisted her body, her leg sweeping out in a precise, controlled arc. The moment her foot made contact, the guy’s legs buckled out from under him, sending him crashing onto his back with a strangled yelp.

Another rushed in from her left. She sidestepped him effortlessly, reaching out to grab his wrist mid-swing.

Then she twisted.

There was a sharp, audible crack of joints popping—not enough to dislocate anything, but enough to make the guy scream and drop to his knees.

Another.

Another.

Each one of them fell just as easily.

Bakugo could only watch in stunned silence as his so-called gang was systematically dismantled by one girl.

And the worst part?

She wasn’t even trying.

She was playing with them.

Like a cat toying with mice.

And when the last one hit the pavement, groaning in pain, she turned her gaze back to Izuku.

Izuku, who had been frozen the entire time.

Izuku, who flinched the moment her piercing blue eyes locked onto him.

Nejire exhaled slowly, the tension in her shoulders easing just a fraction as she knelt beside him.

Up close, he looked worse.

Scuffed-up hands. Burn marks on his arms. Faint bruises forming along his cheekbone.

Her gut twisted.

She hated seeing him like this.

“…You okay, Noodles?” she murmured.

Izuku blinked up at her, still a little dazed.

Her voice was softer now. The fury she had unleashed on Bakugo and his friends had vanished, replaced by something gentler.

Care.

Concern.

Her hands reached for him before she even thought about it, fingers brushing against his cheek, tilting his face slightly so she could get a better look.

His skin was warm beneath her touch.

Too warm.

Rage flickered in her chest again, but she pushed it down.

A sharp, irritated growl interrupted the moment.

“The fuck was that?!”

Nejire didn’t even turn her head.

“What the hell is your problem, freak?!” Bakugo snapped, slowly pushing himself to his feet. His voice was hoarse, his pride clearly wounded. “Who the fuck are you?!”

She barely acknowledged him.

Instead, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a small, laminated card.

Bakugo’s scowl deepened when he saw it.

A provisional hero license.

“I’m a hero,” she said simply, tilting her head, her voice eerily calm. “Well, technically.”

Bakugo’s hands clenched into fists.

Her eyes flickered to the group of battered teenagers lying on the ground.

“I just witnessed a crime,” she continued, her voice smooth, controlled. “Quirk abuse. Intent to harm.”

She met his gaze head-on, expression unreadable.

“I could have you reported right now.”

Bakugo’s entire body locked up.

For the first time, he didn’t have a comeback.

Nejire turned back to Izuku.

“Want me to?”

Izuku’s eyes widened.

And then, much to her utter disbelief, he shook his head.

His fingers curled into the fabric of her sleeve. His grip was weak, trembling, but still there.

“…No,” he muttered.

Nejire blinked. “No?”

“You can’t.” His voice was quiet. “Kacchan’s reputation… if this happens, he won’t get into U.A…”

Nejire just stared at him.

For a full five seconds, she didn’t speak.

Didn’t move.

Didn’t even breathe.

Then, very, very slowly, she turned her head back toward Bakugo, her expression completely unreadable.

“…You’re defending him?” she asked, voice deceptively light.

Izuku didn’t answer. He just looked away.

Her fingers twitched.

Oh, she was beyond pissed now.

But she pushed it down.

For now.

Instead, she took slow, measured steps toward Bakugo, her movements deliberate, every footfall like a judge passing a silent sentence.

She knelt beside him, her piercing blue gaze locking onto his crimson eyes. There was no warmth in her expression. Just a cold, calculated anger that made his throat go dry.

"Since the civilian doesn’t want you reported" she said, voice soft but laced with something deadly, "I’ll give you a warning."

She leaned in just slightly, her presence suffocating, her words a sharp knife pressed against his pride.

"Stay. Away. From. Izuku."

Bakugo clenched his fists.

"If I ever see him with a bruise, a burn, or even the tiniest scratch," Nejire continued, her tone unwavering, "and I find out it was you or your little merry band of shits—"

She smiled.

It wasn’t friendly.

It wasn’t even mocking.

It was a promise. A death sentence.

"I will report you," she whispered. "I will arrest you. And I will make sure you never even see the gates of U.A. or any other hero school"

She pulled back, standing to her full height, looking down at him like he was nothing more than an insignificant bug under her shoe.

Then, without another glance, she turned on her heel and walked back to Izuku.

Her expression softened just slightly as she knelt beside him.

"Can you walk?" she asked.

Izuku nodded, though his legs felt shaky. Usually, Nejire would grab his wrist and pull him along with her usual enthusiasm, dragging him without a second thought.

But today?

Today, she was gentle.

She reached for his hand instead, her fingers curling around his with a firm but careful grip.

And then, without another word, she pulled him toward her house once more.

 

—--

It was quiet.

Too quiet.

Izuku sat on her bed, his arms resting on his lap, his gaze nervously darting around the room. Nejire sat beside him, but she hadn’t said a word since they arrived.

She was tending to his injuries—again.

Cleaning the burns. Bandaging the bruises.

Her touch was gentle, yet every movement radiated barely restrained frustration.

Izuku swallowed thickly.

This is it.

This is how I die.

Not as a Pro Hero.

Not in battle against a villain.

No.

He was going to die right here, in Nejire’s room, under the weight of her soul-reaping glare.

She finished wrapping his arm and finally—finally—sat back.

Still silent.

Still unmoving.

Still angry.

Then—

"Why?"

Izuku blinked. "Huh?"

Nejire exhaled sharply through her nose, her fingers curling into the fabric of her jeans.

Then, suddenly—

"Why the fuck would you defend him?!"

She shot up from the bed, her voice booming in the quiet room, her frustration cracking through her usually playful exterior like a dam finally breaking.

Izuku flinched.

"He hurts you!" she shouted, gesturing wildly. "He bullies you, belittles you like you’re nothing but a pebble on the sidewalk! Why waste your kindness on a jackass like that blonde bitch you call a friend?!"

Izuku sucked in a breath, his throat dry.

"Kacchan—"

"Don’t."

Nejire’s voice was ice.

Izuku swallowed. "Kacchan is—he’s going to be a great hero."

Nejire’s expression twisted into something furious.

She scoffed. "A hero?"

She never used his name.

Not like this.

Not without a nickname.

Not without that usual warmth.

"Izuku," she said, voice laced with something dangerously close to heartbreak.

She took a step forward.

"He hurts you. He burns you."

Her arms crossed, her posture rigid.

"That’s not a hero, Izuku."

She exhaled sharply.

"That’s a monster."

Izuku opened his mouth to retort, but before he could say a word—

Her hands cupped his cheeks.

Soft.

Gentle.

Her thumbs brushed lightly against his bruised skin, her touch featherlight—like she was afraid he’d break if she pressed too hard.

Her expression shifted, frustration melting into something softer, something aching.

"…Izuku," she murmured, voice barely above a whisper.

She wasn’t yelling anymore.

She wasn’t angry.

She just looked…

Tired.

And then—

She asked.

A question so simple.

So small.

"Does he hurt you?"

Izuku stiffened.

He opened his mouth—instinctively ready to deny, ready to deflect, ready to brush it off like he always did—

But Nejire didn’t let him.

Her grip tightened.

Not enough to hurt.

Just enough to keep him from looking away.

"Izuku," she said again, firmer this time. "Does. He. Hurt. You?"

He swallowed.

He tried to find the words, tried to say something, anything.

But he couldn’t.

She wouldn’t let him.

So, instead—

She asked again.

But this time, she changed the phrasing.

"If someone," she said slowly, carefully, "mocked you, insulted you, burned you, pushed you, hit you—"

Her fingers twitched against his skin.

"If someone did all of that to another person—"

She tilted her head slightly, her gaze locking onto his with something heavy.

"Would you call them a friend?"

Izuku’s breath hitched.

His fingers clenched in his lap.

She wasn’t talking about Bakugo.

Not directly.

But she didn’t need to.

She was asking him to face it.

To acknowledge it.

To stop pretending.

And for the first time in his life—

He had no idea how to answer.

Izuku choked on a sob—a quiet, strangled sound, barely audible, as if even now he was trying to hold it in, trying to suppress the weight in his chest that had been there for as long as he could remember.

Nejire didn’t hesitate.

She reached out, her hands finding his shoulders, then sliding up to cradle the back of his head as she gently pulled him forward. Izuku didn’t resist. His head pressed against her stomach, his forehead resting against the fabric of her shirt, his trembling fingers gripping at the hem as if it was the only thing keeping him from falling apart completely.

Nejire didn’t care if her clothes got damp.

Didn’t care if she stood there for minutes, for hours, for as long as he needed.

The first sob was soft. A shallow, shuddering breath that barely made a sound.

The second was louder, catching in his throat like something jagged and sharp.

And then—

The dam broke.

Izuku wailed.

His body shook violently, sobs wracking his entire frame as he clung to her like a lifeline, like he would drown if he let go. His fists twisted into the fabric of her shirt, his knuckles white, his breathing erratic and uneven between choked gasps and pitiful hiccups.

Nejire said nothing.

Didn’t hush him.

Didn’t tell him to stop.

Didn’t tell him that everything was okay—because it wasn’t.

So she just held him.

Her fingers moved through his hair, slow and deliberate, brushing through his curls with the same patience and care she might use to comfort a child. Her other hand rubbed steady, rhythmic circles against his back, offering warmth, offering presence, offering understanding.

Izuku’s voice cracked as he gasped between sobs, his words broken and barely coherent.

"H-He was my—" A strangled hiccup cut him off, and he sucked in a shuddering breath, his grip tightening. "..My friend…"

Nejire’s grip on him tightened too.

"Kacchan would never—" His breath hitched, and he buried his face deeper against her, as if trying to drown out the words, as if trying to convince himself.

But the moment they left his lips, he realized how empty they felt.

His entire body trembled, his voice barely a whisper now, "I—I’m sorry."

Nejire frowned.

Her arms wrapped around him fully, holding him close, her chin resting atop his head.

She squeezed him gently, her voice soft yet firm, steady as a heartbeat.

"You have nothing to be sorry for."

 

—--

Nejire stretched her arms over her head, rolling her shoulders as she let out a slow exhale. The weight of the evening still clung to her like an old coat, but she forced herself to shake it off. 

She had already called Izuku’s mom, telling her they’d be having a sleepover. Inko, bless her heart, was overjoyed—her voice filled with warmth and excitement at the idea of Izuku spending time with a friend.

Nejire hadn’t told her the real reason.

Because, honestly? She wasn’t about to leave Izuku alone after all the bullshit that went down today.

At dinner, she casually mentioned to her parents that Izuku would be staying the night. They exchanged a look—one of those subtle, parental glances that carried more words than were actually spoken. Then, as expected, they teased her a little, but there was no real bite to it, no attempt to push too hard. They sensed something had happened, and for that, she was grateful.

Grabbing two plates, she balanced their meals in her hands and made her way upstairs.

Her room was dimly lit by the bedside lamp when she entered, Izuku still sitting where she left him. He looked better—not as tightly wound as before—but there was still something heavy in his expression, something unshakable. She plopped down beside him, handing over his plate before crossing her legs and digging into her own food.

Silence filled the room as they ate, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was the kind of quiet that let things settle, let the weight of everything drift in and out like the tide.

Then, Izuku broke it.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, not quite meeting her gaze.

Nejire stopped mid-bite, staring at him for a second. Then, without hesitation, she reached over and flicked his forehead.

He yelped, rubbing the spot as he looked at her in bewilderment.

“If you apologize one more time because of your ugly crying, I swear I’ll launch you straight into the neighbor’s dog.”

Izuku blinked before an awkward chuckle slipped out. “You don’t even know if they have a dog.”

“I’ll find one,” she shot back, smirking. “And I’ll make sure it slobbers all over you as punishment.”

A small laugh bubbled up from Izuku’s throat, and she counted that as a win. Still, her gaze softened as she leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees.

“Look, Izuku,” she said, her tone quieter now, more serious. “I’m not gonna push you into changing your entire perspective overnight. If you still want to treat Bakugo with kindness, that’s fine. That’s who you are. I get it.”

Izuku’s grip on his chopsticks tightened slightly, but he nodded.

“But no more of this turning a blind eye to what he does,” she continued firmly. “No more excusing the way he treats you, no more pretending it’s okay. If you get hurt, you will tell me. No trying to hide it, no brushing it off like it’s nothing. That’s the deal.”

Izuku swallowed, looking down at his plate as he mulled over her words. Finally, after a long pause, he gave a small, hesitant nod.

“Okay,” he said, voice barely above a whisper.

Nejire smiled, ruffling his hair. “Good.”

 

—--

It had been a few days since the whole Bakugo the bitch incident, and Nejire made sure to check on Izuku regularly. Not once had he shown up with a bruise, a burn, or even a single scratch. No signs of hidden injuries either. She checked. Thoroughly.

And yet, even with the knowledge that her threat had worked, something kept nagging at her. A quiet, persistent irritation at the back of her mind that she couldn't quite shake off.

Why the fuck did she care so much?

She tried excusing it. Of course she would care—someone was being bullied, threatened, ridiculed. Of course, she stepped in. Of course, she made sure it didn’t happen again. That was just basic decency.

But the justification felt hollow , like she was lying to herself.

Her fingers tapped impatiently against her desk as her mind drifted, unintentionally pulling up thoughts of Izuku. His dumbassery. His too-fluffy hair. His tendency to get lost in thought, to overanalyze, to overthink. His smile —that stupid, dorky smile he gave her whenever she checked up on him like she wasn’t ready to tear someone’s throat out for his sake.

Her thoughts were cut off by the sound of a loud clatter followed by a thud .

Nejire blinked, snapping back to reality.

Her classmates were huddled against the far wall. Even Midnight, their teacher, was using one of them as a makeshift shield.

The hell?

She glanced around.

Tamaki was gone— dipped completely , jumped straight out of the damn window. Only Mirio remained, grinning ear to ear like an idiot.

Nejire scowled. “What?”

Mirio, still grinning, held up his phone.

“You were smiling.”

She frowned. “No, I wasn’t.”

“You were ,” Mirio insisted, turning the screen toward her.

Nejire stared.

The photo showed her mid-thought, eyes softer than usual, lips curved just slightly. It wasn’t big, it wasn’t obvious, but it was there.

The fuck.

Midnight peeked out from behind the student she was hiding behind, watching her cautiously.

“Look, Nejire,” she said slowly, “I know you didn’t score great on the quiz, but please don’t kill anyone.”

 

—--

Later that day, Nejire strolled down the street  to Izuku’s home, a bag of snacks in hand, prepared to spend the afternoon torment— ahem , hanging out with him.

Then— BOOM.

An explosion erupted from the marketplace ahead, smoke billowing into the sky, sirens wailing in the distance.

Heroes were already on the scene. Kamui Woods had his branches extended, the blonde Mt. Lady stood nearby looking useless as ever, Death Arms clenched his fists, and that hydrant guy was keeping civilians back.

Her eyes narrowed as she spotted the cause of the chaos.

A villain—liquid, slimy, writhing with tendrils—had taken hold of a kid. No, not just any kid. A blonde one.

Bakugo.

Nejire sucked her teeth, clicking it in irritation. She didn’t like the little bastard. He was a bully, a jackass, an entitled brat with a temper.

But she didn’t want him to die either.

And yet, the heroes weren’t doing anything.

Her fists clenched.

Then, out of the corner of her eye— a mop of green hair.

Izuku.

He was crouched near the barricade, hands clasped over his mouth, eyes darting from the villain to Bakugo to the heroes—why weren’t they doing anything?!

Nejire was about to approach him, to stop him from spiraling into whatever self-destructive bullshit his brain was cooking up.

But then—

Time seemed to slow.

Izuku moved.

She saw the moment it clicked in his head—the sheer panic in his expression, the flash of determination overriding every ounce of self-preservation.

And then—he ran.

Straight at the villain.

What—

Time snapped back into full motion.

Izuku was already upon the sludge, his schoolbag soaring through the air as a pathetic excuse for a projectile.

"NO!" Nejire lunged.

A hand grabbed her wrist—Death Arms.

“The hell do you think you’re doing—?!” he started, but Nejire wasn’t listening.

Her body reacted.

She twisted, vaulted over him using a burst of her Quirk, wind pressure kicking up as she launched herself forward.

The sludge villain reared back, a tendril lashing out—

BZZT!

Nejire’s energy blasted the limb away, forcing the villain to recoil.

She landed beside Izuku, teeth bared, eyes blazing.

" You fucking idiot! "

Izuku wasn’t listening.

His fingers clawed at the sludge villain’s body, desperately trying to pry Bakugo free, his nails digging in, his arms trembling. Nejire wanted to scream at him, to shake some sense into him, but her focus was entirely on keeping him alive.

Then—she made a mistake.

She was so worried about Izuku, about making sure he wasn’t getting himself killed, that she missed a tentacle.

A stupid, rookie mistake.

She could already hear Aizawa’s voice in her head, droning about the importance of awareness in battle, how distractions could be the difference between life and death.

She saw the attack too late.

Her instincts kicked in. She could have blasted it away. She should have.

But instead, her body moved on its own.

She grabbed Izuku, hugging him tightly, twisting her body so she would take the full brunt of the attack.

She braced for pain—

But it never came.

"I should practice what I preach," a deep, familiar voice rumbled.

Nejire's eyes widened.

All Might.

The towering Symbol of Peace stood before them, his presence alone making the air feel lighter.

"To think a quirkless kid and a student had to do my job for me... I'm just an embarrassment."

His fists clenched. His gaze hardened.

"Have no fear... for I am here!"

DETROIT SMASH!

Wind pressure roared through the air.

The villain exploded apart.

Bakugo was free. The day was saved.

 

—--

The aftermath was infuriating.

Izuku was getting berated by the heroes.

Bakugo was getting praised.

Nejire sat off to the side, letting the medics check her over, her expression blank. She listened to the scolding. The lecture. The hypocrisy.

When she got the all-clear, she stood.

And she marched.

Straight to the so-called "heroes."

"At least this idiot did something, jackass," she snapped, jabbing a finger into Death Arms’ chest. The man blinked in shock. "What were you doing? Twiddling your thumbs?"

She whirled on Mt. Lady. "Two lanes? Two? Congrats, you’re useless."

Her sharp gaze scanned every damn hero in the vicinity.

"Wait for someone with a suitable quirk?" she sneered. "Really? By the time you got your perfect hero, that blonde over there would’ve been dead."

She turned to glare at them all, seething.

"If that’s your excuse, then you better make damn sure to tell his parents when you deliver his cold, lifeless body."

Silence.

No one had anything to say.

Nejire snorted. "Heroes, my ass."

She grabbed Izuku’s wrist, yanking him forward.

"Come on, idiot. We’re going home."

 

—--

The walk home was quiet.

Nejire held his hand as they walked, their fingers lightly intertwined. The sun was setting, casting an amber glow over the streets, stretching their shadows long and thin. The only sounds were the distant hum of the city and the occasional rustle of leaves in the evening breeze.

Then, she stopped.

"You could have died."

Izuku halted behind her, staring at her back. He didn’t say anything, just lowered his head, his free hand clenching into a fist.

Nejire's grip on his hand tightened.

"Did you even know what you did?"

"I... I didn’t," Izuku admitted, voice soft, almost fragile. "I just... moved."

She turned to him.

Reaching up, she cupped his cheek, tilting his face so he had no choice but to meet her eyes.

Huh... has he gotten taller?

She used to have to look down a bit, but now... she was nearly eye level with him.

Her fingers brushed against his skin, her thumb tracing soft, soothing circles against his cheek. His breath hitched, a faint blush dusting his face.

Her gaze softened.

"I hate you."

Izuku blinked, startled.

"I hate you and your self-sacrificing bullshit," she muttered, voice trembling slightly. "I hate how you’re so fucking nice all the damn time, how you just smile like nothing’s wrong, like everything is fine."

Her grip on his cheek tightened ever so slightly, just enough for him to feel the warmth of her palm against his skin.

"I hate you, you big, dumb, stupid—"

"DEKU!"

The moment shattered.

Nejire sighed, already knowing who it was before she even turned her head.

Bakubitch.

Katsuki stormed toward them, his usual scowl deepened by something else—frustration, anger, maybe even confusion. He stopped just a few feet away, his fists clenched.

"I didn’t need your damn help!" he spat.

Izuku only smiled, that same soft, tired smile he always wore.

Katsuki scoffed, his lips curling. "Tch." Then, without another word, he turned on his heel and walked away, his hands stuffed into his pockets.

Nejire rolled her eyes. "Bitch. A thank you would’ve been nice," she muttered under her breath.

She turned back to Izuku, expecting him to be disheartened. But instead, he was looking down, his expression unreadable, his lips barely upturned.

"It’s fine," he said quietly. "Something happened today and… you don’t have to worry. Nothing changed. I’m still… Deku."

He exhaled softly.

"Now I can think of a realistic fut—"

"I AM HERE!"

Nejire’s head snapped up.

Seriously?

Was the universe trolling them? Were they just not allowed to finish their sentences today?

All Might strode toward them, his usual booming presence cutting through the air.

"Young woman," he greeted with a polite nod before focusing on Izuku. "May I speak to Midoriya for a moment?"

Nejire blinked, glancing at Izuku. He hesitated for a second before nodding.

She sighed. "Fine. I’ll wait at your house." She narrowed her eyes at him. " Try not to get killed on your way there, okay?"

With that, she turned and walked off, mumbling something about dumb idiot and his dumb self-sacrificing hero complexes.

An hour later give or take. Izuku has a rather interesting news

"WHAT?!"

Nejire’s scream rattled the entire apartment, making Izuku flinch like a child caught stealing from the cookie jar.

A few minutes ago, he had returned from his talk with All Might, looking like he was still trying to process everything himself. After she forced him to sit down and checked his injuries properly —because obviously he wasn’t going to do it right—he finally spilled what All Might had told him.

Thanks to his bravery (stupidity) earlier, All Might had offered to train him for U.A.

Not personally—he’d be assigned to someone for training.

Nejire had narrowed her eyes immediately, sensing there was something he wasn’t telling her. But she didn’t push. Yet.

Then he made the request.

He wanted her to leave him alone for ten whole months.

Which led to the present.

Nejire stood with her hands on her hips, giving him the look. Izuku, on the other hand, looked like a guilty kid asking for permission to go outside past curfew.

“Why?” she asked flatly.

Izuku hesitated, eyes darting to the side. “I… I need to focus on my training.”

Nejire’s brow twitched.

“I want to give it my all,” he continued, fidgeting under her stare. “It’s not like you’re a distraction or anything! I just… I just…”

She arched a brow, waiting.

He swallowed. Then he looked straight at her, determination burning in his eyes, brighter than before, like a fire had just been reignited.

“I want to meet you in U.A.”

Her breath caught.

They stared at each other for a full minute, neither blinking. Then Nejire sighed, rubbing her forehead.

“Fine.”

Izuku perked up.

“Get dressed. Your mom left dinner.” She turned toward the door. “I’ll be back.”

“Wait—back? What do you mean—?”

She was already gone before he could finish.

An hour later, she returned.

With a bag.

And comfortable clothes.

Izuku blinked as she casually walked into his room, set her things down, and stretched as if she belonged there.

“…What are you doing?” he asked cautiously.

Nejire turned to him with a slow, dangerous smile, stepping closer until she cupped his cheek. He swallowed hard.

“I’m sleeping here,” she stated matter-of-factly.

Izuku stiffened. “W-what?!”

“If you want me to stay away for ten months, then I’m making damn sure you remember me for all that time.”

His mouth went dry.

She leaned in just a little, her smirk widening as he visibly gulped.

“You’re gonna regret asking me to stay away for that long, Izu~”

Izuku was doomed.

Minutes later, Izuku was blaming his hormones and teenage brain for going straight to the gutter.

Nejire and he had been hanging out for hours now, playing games, eating junk food, and just existing together. It felt normal. Well—as normal as things could get with Nejire around.

She had brought her own console, claiming his was outdated. (It wasn't.) She had ordered pizza, stocked up on snacks, and even made sure they had some energy drinks because she knew he'd get tired before her. (He always did.)

At first, they just played a few rounds of random fighting games. Nejire was annoyingly good at them, despite never playing before. Izuku called hacks. She called him a sore loser.

Then, they moved on to watching a movie—a horrible movie. The kind of movie so bad it looped back into hilarious. It was about a shark falling in love with a human after eating her boyfriend. Yes. That was the actual plot.

Nejire had cackled the whole time, throwing popcorn at the screen whenever the shark did something ridiculous. Meanwhile, Izuku just sat there questioning how this movie even got made.

But then came the real mistake.

Truth or Dare.

A dangerous game. A game designed to ruin friendships. A game where Nejire— chaos incarnate thrived.

At first, it was harmless.

"Truth," Nejire had said.

"What's your favorite pro hero costume?" Izuku asked.

Nejire had scoffed. "Mine, obviously. Next!"

Then came the dares.

"I dare you to do a handstand for five minutes."

Nejire had grinned and immediately kicked herself into position, easily balancing upside down.

She even had the audacity to talk casually while holding the pose.

"Wow, this is kinda boring. Are you even trying, Izu?"

Meanwhile, Izuku was still struggling from his last dare, which had been to chug an entire can of soda in one go. (He failed.)

Then things escalated.

"Truth," Izuku had foolishly chosen again.

Nejire leaned in, her grin shark-like. "Have you ever had a wet dream about me?"

Cue Izuku choking so hard he nearly died.

"W-WHA—WHAT KIND OF QUESTION IS THAT?!"

Nejire just gave him an innocent look, tilting her head. "It's Truth or Dare, Izu~ You have to answer honestly."

Absolutely not.

"Dare!" He scrambled to change it, hoping to escape.

Nejire's smirk widened. "Oh? Then I dare you... not to blush."

Izuku blinked. Huh?

That seemed... easy?

Then Nejire moved.

Before he could process what was happening, he was flat on his back, pressed into the couch as Nejire straddled him.

WHA— WHA— WHA— IZUKU.EXE MALFUNCTION. CALL TECH SUPPORT.

His brain short-circuited.

He could feel the warmth of her body, the way her thighs pressed against him, the weight of her resting in his lap.

Then—she cupped his cheeks.

Her fingers were soft, warm, teasing. She had been doing that a lot lately.

"Izu~" she purred, leaning in until her lips brushed his ear.

Then—she blew on it.

Izuku jerked. His entire body went stiff.

Oh no. Oh no.

Her fingers trailed down his chest, featherlight over the fabric of his shirt.

"Tick tock, Izu~" she whispered, her voice way too amused. "Not blushing yet?"

Izuku was struggling.

His face felt hot. His entire body was on fire.

But Nejire wasn’t done.

She trailed a single finger down his chest, moving slowly.

"You're really trying, huh?" she murmured.

Izuku swallowed hard, his brain screaming at him to abort mission.

Nejire leaned in even closer, her nose practically brushing against his.

Then she smirked.

"You lost."

And just like that, Izuku combusted.

 

—--

The room was dim, bathed in the soft glow of the moon filtering through the blinds. Shadows stretched long across the walls, shifting gently whenever the curtains swayed from the faintest breeze.

Izuku lay flat on his back, his breath steady but shallow, his body still tingling from the earlier events of the night. He should have been asleep. He should have been asleep.

But he wasn’t.

Because Nejire was on top of him.

Her weight pressed lightly against him, her thighs framing his waist, her hands braced on either side of his chest. She wasn’t heavy, but she was there —a presence that consumed every one of his senses.

Their eyes met in the dark, blue locked onto green, neither looking away. The space between them was thin, barely existing, but felt heavier than it should.

Nejire’s lips curled slightly.

"You're so tense, Izu~" she murmured, voice soft, teasing.

Her fingers trailed down his chest, barely grazing over the fabric of his shirt. It was the lightest touch, but his body shuddered in response, heat curling in his stomach.

He tried to stay still.

He failed.

Nejire hummed, tilting her head. "Sensitive, huh?"

Izuku swallowed, his throat dry. His hands twitched where they rested at his sides, unsure where they should go —if they should touch her or if he should just endure whatever she was doing to him.

Then she moved.

Slowly—painfully slowly—she reached down, fingers hooking into the hem of her shirt.

Izuku’s breath caught.

One motion. A shift of fabric.

And then her shirt was gone.

The moonlight caught on the smooth curves of her skin, painting her in silver and shadow. The undergarment she wore was daring, the kind of thing that would have short-circuited his brain had he not already been on the verge of complete collapse.

His gaze darted up, wide-eyed, and she giggled.

"You're looking, Izu~" she teased.

His face burned. How could he not?!

He tried to speak, tried to form words, but Nejire silenced him with a single finger to his lips.

"Shh~" she cooed, pressing a little closer.

The warmth of her body seeped into his, her presence wrapping around him like a slow, smoldering fire. It wasn’t burning him—wasn’t searing—but it was there, licking at his skin with a dangerous kind of comfort.

Her hand moved again, tracing over his collarbone, drifting lower.

"You're always so warm, Izu," she murmured, her fingers tracing slow, aimless circles. "Did you know that?"

Izuku felt like his heart was going to break free from his chest.

Her touch wasn’t harsh. It wasn’t rough. It was gentle. Teasing. A slow, steady kind of exploration that made every second agonizingly long.

His breathing was uneven now.

Nejire tilted her head, watching him, her smile softening.

"Do you want me to stop?" she asked, voice quiet, careful.

The way she said it— meant it—made his chest tighten.

He should say yes.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he exhaled, the tension in his body unraveling slightly as he met her gaze.

"No," he whispered.

Nejire’s expression changed—something unreadable flickering in her eyes before she leaned down, her forehead just barely touching his.

"Good," she breathed.

And Izuku swore that the air between them shook.

Izuku jerked awake.

His breath came in sharp, ragged gasps, his chest rising and falling far too quickly for someone who had just been asleep. Sweat clung to his skin, dampening his shirt, and his entire body felt like it was on fire.

His hands clenched the sheets. His heart pounded in his ears.

‘What the fuck was that?!’

The remnants of the dream lingered , still clinging to the edges of his mind like a stubborn heat that refused to fade. He could feel it—her touch, the ghost of her warmth pressed against him, the weight of her body, the teasing lilt in her voice.

Izuku shuddered.

His face burned, scorched, as he clenched his jaw and squeezed his eyes shut.

‘It was just a dream. Just a dream. Just—’

A soft sound made his breath hitch.

He snapped his head to the side.

Nejire stirred below him on the futon, shifting slightly under the covers. Her hair was spread out around her like waves, the soft glow of the moon casting her in silver.

Izuku swallowed hard.

Ah. Right.

They both got tired around three in the morning and decided to crash. He had offered her his bed—because of course he did—but she had refused, flopping onto the spare futon with a playful, “Don’t be weird, Izu~” before pulling the covers over herself.

Izuku had sighed, rolled over, and expected to sleep.

Not to have that.

Not to have the most vivid, mind-numbing , borderline- indecent dream of his life.

His fingers twitched. He dared a glance at Nejire, half-expecting her to be awake, to know , to see the sheer mortification on his face and tease him for it.

But she was still asleep, breathing softly, blissfully unaware.

Izuku released a slow, shaky breath.

Then, very carefully, he lowered himself back onto his pillow, staring blankly at the ceiling, his thoughts spinning .

Oh fuck.

Shit.

Notes:

And that's a wrap. Hope you guys enjoyed this. Work has been hectic. Now I get the annoyance of getting called to work on your one day off.

As always, if there any mistakes feel free to just say it in the comments.

See ya

Chapter 49: Behind Closed Doors

Summary:

In public, Izuku and Momo are the picture of discipline and professionalism, the ultimate power couple. But when the workday ends, everything changes. Behind closed doors, the stress of their lives fades away, revealing a passionate and playful side to their relationship that no one ever sees.

Notes:

Hey there again. In this story it is a Izuku x Momo one. So this one does not have a....natural flow of a story in a way. It's just a few scenes I made during breaktime at work with the concept of the public and private times of Izuku and Momo in a relationship. So I hope you guys enjoy this.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Professionalism and the Telenovela 

Izuku Midoriya and Momo Yaoyorozu stood side by side, poised and in sync, as they surveyed the chaotic scene before them. The crowd of reporters and civilians had gathered outside the latest disaster zone, their cameras flashing and their voices rising in an attempt to catch a glimpse of the heroes in action.

Izuku’s green hair was neatly styled, his costume worn with pride, showing the years of refinement in his appearance. Momo stood beside him, composed and elegant in her own hero costume, her posture perfect as ever, her expression cool yet approachable. Together, they were the epitome of professionalism—heroes who had long learned the art of managing the public eye while maintaining the integrity of their duties.

"Everything under control?" Momo asked, her voice calm but firm, the underlying authority in it unmistakable.

"Yes, all civilians are accounted for and the situation has been neutralized. The rest of the damage will be cleaned up soon," Izuku replied, his voice steady but warm. He adjusted his earbud, ensuring the team’s communication network was in place. His eyes scanned the area, ever vigilant, always analyzing the next move. His sharp mind never stopped working, but his presence exuded confidence, calm, and maturity—traits he’d perfected through years of experience.

As Momo glanced at him, her sharp eyes picked up on every detail. There was no panic, no hesitation in him, just a quiet, unshakable confidence that matched her own. They had worked together long enough to anticipate each other’s actions and fill in where needed. Izuku was the muscle, and Momo was the strategist. Together, they were unbeatable.

"Everything’s good," Momo confirmed, her voice smooth like silk, her expression serene as she nodded to the nearby sidekicks who were finishing up the last of the cleanup. "Let's get the report finalized and head back to the agency. There’s always more to do."

Izuku nodded, his eyes scanning the crowd of reporters before he smiled warmly, giving a small wave. He knew how to play the hero—the perfect image of composure, grace, and poise. Momo was right beside him, always the picture of elegance, never breaking character. She adjusted her gloves slightly, her movements precise, as always.

As the reporters fired questions in their direction, they responded with practiced ease. Momo spoke with clear authority, explaining the details of the mission, while Izuku added in his own thoughtful analysis, occasionally offering a joke or lighthearted comment to keep the mood calm and positive. Their words were calm, their demeanor even calmer. There was no hint of weariness in either of them. They were perfectly in control.

The moment they finished with the reporters, they gave each other a quiet nod of mutual respect. The mission had been a success, and no one was the wiser to the exhaustion that tugged at the corners of their minds.

 

The door clicked shut, and as the lock turned, the calm, composed facade they had worn all day melted away.

Momo tossed her jacket onto the couch, the elegance of her movements replaced by a more casual, exhausted air. Her heels clacked loudly on the floor as she moved to the kitchen, muttering under her breath about the never-ending pile of work waiting for her the next day.

Izuku, though equally tired, let out a long, drawn-out sigh as he kicked off his boots. The hero persona had been stripped away in an instant, and now he was just Izuku— his Izuku. The man who had spent most of his adult life constantly working, but who had long since learned that finding balance with Momo was more important than anything else.

He walked into the living room, rubbing the back of his neck as he plopped onto the couch, his exhaustion catching up with him. He heard the familiar click of the TV turning on.

"So," Momo began, her voice a little too bright, a little too eager, "I caught up on Amores de la Vida today. You won’t believe the twist with Elena! She—"

Izuku blinked, trying his hardest not to visibly slump further into the cushions. He gave her an exhausted smile, nodding politely even though his brain was already shutting down. "Oh? What happened to her?" He half-listened, half-waited for the moment when Momo would dive into the plot.

She didn’t even hesitate. "Well, Elena found out that Luis wasn’t really her brother, and—"

Izuku’s eyelids fluttered, his fingers clenching the armrests in an effort to stay awake. "Mm-hmm, sounds intense..." he murmured, his voice trailing off as the weight of the day bore down on him.

Momo didn’t notice his struggle at first, her eyes glued to the screen. "And then she’s like, 'How could you hide this from me for so long?!' And Luis—"

“I’m just going to grab some ice cream," Izuku interrupted, standing up with a little too much enthusiasm. Anything to give him a break from the non-stop plot updates. "I’ll be right back."

Momo’s voice followed him, still full of drama, "Izuku, you’re not going to steal my ice cream again, are you?"

Izuku froze, blinking in confusion. “Your ice cream? Momo, we both bought this?”

Her gaze turned from the TV to him, eyes narrowed in suspicion. “You always go for the chocolate. And I—” She cut herself off, a little huff escaping her lips. “I’ve had a terrible day, Izuku. I deserve it.”

Izuku raised an eyebrow, a small, sheepish grin tugging at his lips. “We both deserve it, don’t you think?” He glanced down at the bowls, then back at her face.

Momo’s glare softened as she sighed, placing a hand on her forehead dramatically. “Fine,” she muttered, “But only because I had to deal with sidekicks all day and—”

Izuku let out a quiet laugh, setting the bowls of ice cream down in front of them. “You know, sometimes I wonder how you manage to be so professional in front of everyone when you’re such a drama queen at home."

Momo narrowed her eyes playfully as she accepted the bowl, her mood immediately lightening. “You love me anyway.”

Izuku chuckled as he sat down beside her. “Yeah, I do.”

As the night settled in, they both relaxed, enjoying the quiet, the mundane moments that spoke more of their connection than any grand display of heroism ever could. The contrast was staggering—one moment, they were icons of efficiency and grace; the next, they were two people who loved each other enough to let their guard down and enjoy something as simple as shared ice cream.

 

Vent with Ice Cream

Izuku stood tall at the podium, his hands lightly gripping the edges, keeping himself anchored. His smile was soft but deliberate. His voice was steady as he addressed the sea of reporters before him.

"Deku, can you explain the failure to capture Vortex ? Was it a flaw in the plan, or was it an issue with your team?"

Izuku exhaled slowly, not letting the question fluster him. "Every mission has its ups and downs. My sidekick is still gaining experience, and, of course, there were complications. But we’ll review everything and make sure we improve next time."

The reporters leaned in, eager for more. A few muttered into their recorders, then another called out. "But surely, as the mentor, you should have anticipated that problem before it happened? Or at least stepped in when things started to fall apart?"

Izuku’s brow twitched, but his smile didn’t slip. "The thing about being a mentor is knowing when to step in, and when to give your team space to learn. Yes, it wasn’t perfect, but we’ll do better. We always do."

A few more questions came in, each one pressing, trying to get him to crack. "Do you think you could have done more? You were there, after all."

The same calm, polished response. "It’s always easy to look back and think of things differently. But the important thing is we’re learning from it, and we’ll be stronger moving forward."

The reporters seemed dissatisfied, but Izuku could already feel the pressure in his chest. His mind raced—not at the questions, but at the frustration of it all. This is all they care about? They’d rather see me lose my cool than focus on what went wrong?

But he pushed it down. "Thank you, everyone. We’ll be reviewing the mission soon. I’m looking forward to making sure the next one goes smoothly."

The moment he stepped off the stage, he let out a breath, his shoulders sagging just a little. It was exhausting—always keeping up the perfect image. The professional Deku. The hero who never wavered.

 

The front door clicked shut behind him. The second it did, Izuku threw his keys onto the counter and let out a heavy sigh. His posture slumped as he shuffled toward the living room, his body clearly craving a break from the composed hero everyone expected him to be.

Momo looked up from the kitchen, where she was stirring something in a bowl. "How’d it go?" she asked, her tone light, but she could tell from his expression something was off.

Izuku flopped onto the couch dramatically, letting his head fall back onto the cushions. "I swear, Momo, those reporters—they’re like vultures. Always looking for a crack."

Momo raised an eyebrow, walking over and sitting beside him. "Let me guess, they kept pushing you to admit something was your fault?"

Izuku groaned, rubbing his face with both hands. "Exactly. They didn’t want a solution. They wanted me to explode —to say I messed up. But you know I can’t do that."

Momo laughed softly, tilting her head in understanding. "You can’t let them see you lose it."

Izuku shot her a side glance. "You make it sound so easy, but I’m sick of always pretending to have it together. Like they don’t see how hard it is. I just wanted to tell them to back off, but I had to be the composed hero."

She gave him a sympathetic look, her hand resting on his arm. "I know, but you’re doing it because you care about the people you work with, even when they mess up."

He sighed deeply, leaning back. "It’s just frustrating. Like… the whole thing was just a big mess. And I had to stand there like everything was fine. It’s exhausting."

Momo chuckled, her voice warm. "You are allowed to vent sometimes, you know. I’m right here."

Izuku gave her a tired smile, then slouched further into the couch. "Yeah, I guess. I just wish it didn’t feel like I have to keep pretending like everything’s always under control."

"Well," Momo began, her tone turning teasing, "you could always take a page out of my book and just let it all out. I mean, you’ve seen me during stressful days."

Izuku snorted. "I’ve seen you yell at paperwork, Momo. I don’t think that’s what I’m aiming for."

She laughed, resting her head against his shoulder. "Hey, you gotta do what works for you. But if you’re looking for a little stress relief... I might just have something to help."

Izuku tilted his head toward her. "I’m listening."

Momo grinned, a little mischievous. "I got ice cream . You know, the good stuff—the kind that fixes everything."

Izuku blinked, then broke into a smile. "Wait, you’re offering me ice cream after all that?" He leaned toward her, raising an eyebrow. "What’s the catch?"

"No catch," she said, her eyes sparkling. "But you have to tell me everything about what happened with that sidekick of yours. Details. I need all the gossip."

Izuku chuckled. "Gossip? I’m the one who’s got a reason to spill the tea. That kid completely froze in the middle of the mission."

"Sounds like a good story," she teased. "Ice cream first, though. Story later."

Izuku’s smile softened as he stood up. "Fine. But just so you know, I’m taking the last scoop."

Momo rolled her eyes dramatically. "We’ll see about that."

 

Business and Cuddles

Momo sat across the table, her posture perfect, the look in her eyes sharp and unwavering. The group of high-end clients was spread out before her—business moguls, entrepreneurs, and ambitious individuals eager to present their latest proposals. She had heard it all before, but today she was in no mood for nonsense.

One of them, a well-dressed man with an overly confident grin, leaned forward. "We believe, Ms. Yaoyorozu, that with your influence and the resources at your disposal, you could provide our agency with the necessary push to dominate the market. Our proposal is simple: we need a substantial investment in experimental hero tech—costing millions—but the return will be exponential."

Momo listened, her expression blank. She had already read the proposal in its entirety—nothing new, just more overinflated promises wrapped in vague language. She raised an eyebrow, tapping her pen against the table.

"Let me get this straight," Momo said, her voice cool but firm. "You’re asking me to invest millions in a theory that hasn't even been tested yet, hoping that somehow it'll 'dominate the market' in the future. You haven’t provided a viable timeline, nor any assurances that your technology will even work under real-world conditions."

The man’s smile faltered, but he pushed forward. "But—"

"No buts," Momo cut him off, her gaze locking with his. "I’m not in the habit of throwing money into projects that can’t prove their worth upfront. It’s a risk that my company cannot afford, and frankly, neither should you." She turned to the others, her voice getting sharper. "And as for the rest of you, no amount of buzzwords will change the fact that this entire proposal is built on smoke and mirrors. I’m afraid I have to decline."

The room went silent, the tension palpable. One by one, the other clients exchanged uncomfortable glances, clearly not used to being shut down so decisively.

"Ms. Yaoyorozu," one of them ventured, trying to salvage the situation, "Surely there's room for negotiation—"

Momo didn’t even let him finish. "I said no. There’s no room for negotiation on something this half-baked." She gathered her papers and stood up, her tone leaving no room for further discussion. "I think you’ve all overstayed your welcome. Thank you for your time, gentlemen."

Without another word, she turned on her heel and walked out of the room, her presence commanding respect in every step.

 

By the time Momo walked through the door, her sharp professional demeanor had melted away, but the exhaustion of the day still lingered in the set of her shoulders. She tossed her jacket over the chair and exhaled deeply as she walked toward the couch, where Izuku was already lounging, a book in hand, one leg stretched across the cushions.

Without missing a beat, she plopped down on top of him, her body landing with a soft thud, knocking the air out of him as he blinked in surprise. "Ugh, I swear, if I hear one more ridiculous proposal today, I’m going to lose it."

Izuku blinked, adjusting his position to catch his breath, but smiled when he saw the frustration in her eyes. "Rough day?"

"That’s an understatement," Momo muttered, rolling over so that she was lying flat on her back, still sprawled across him. "Two hours of listening to people pitch me nonsense ideas. One guy wanted me to fund a ‘mind-controlled hero suit’—he didn’t even know what he was talking about, but he kept insisting it would ‘revolutionize’ the hero industry." She sighed dramatically, but her voice was still laced with annoyance.

Izuku chuckled, his arm instinctively wrapping around her waist as he adjusted himself to make them more comfortable. "That sounds… interesting," he said dryly. "But I'm guessing you didn’t go for it?"

Momo shot him a look of mock exasperation. "Of course not. He was asking me to invest in something that didn’t even have a working prototype, and half of his pitch was just a list of buzzwords. ‘Cutting-edge tech,’ ‘unprecedented efficiency,’ and ‘next-level heroism.’"

Izuku raised an eyebrow. "And they still called you unreasonable for turning them down?"

"Exactly," Momo said, throwing her hands up in the air. "They practically begged me to take a risk on their ‘innovations,’ but they didn’t even have a plan for what would happen if things went wrong." She shifted a bit, getting more comfortable on top of him. "So I told them I wasn’t investing in pipe dreams. I think they were more annoyed with me than I was with them."

Izuku laughed softly, his hand gently stroking her hair. "That’s why I love you. You don’t put up with nonsense."

She smiled faintly, her eyes closing as she let herself relax against him. "I guess I do have a soft spot for being straightforward."

"You’ve always had that," Izuku said, his voice warm. "But it’s also one of the reasons you’re so good at what you do. You get things done."

Momo gave him a small, tired smile. "Thanks." She shifted slightly, making herself even more comfortable on him, her arms now draped over his chest. "I’m done being ‘the boss’ for today. Just want to relax with you now."

Izuku's hand moved from her hair to rest against her back, holding her gently. "I think I can manage that. We both need a break."

She nodded, letting her eyes fall closed as she let go of the day's tension. "Definitely." Her voice turned teasing as she added, "You know, now that I’m here, you might as well get the ice cream."

Izuku grinned, looking down at her with an amused expression. "You’re not that tired if you can still boss me around, huh?"

Momo smirked, her arms tightening around him. "Not tired enough to skip my favorite part of the day."

"Alright, alright," he said, grinning as he slowly shifted her off him so he could stand. "I’ll get the ice cream. But you owe me one for making me get up."

Momo laughed softly as he stood and headed to the kitchen. She stretched out, curling back into the couch, eyes closing again. "I’ll make it up to you. I promise."

 

The relief in closed doors

Izuku and Momo stood side by side in the aftermath of yet another chaotic battle. Buildings were crumbling in the distance, sirens wailed, and the ground beneath their feet was scorched from the intensity of the fight. Yet, through it all, the two of them were unfazed. Their expressions remained calm, their focus razor-sharp. They were professionals, through and through.

Momo adjusted her glasses, scanning the damage with precision, and then turned to give instructions to the recovery teams. Izuku, ever the reassuring presence, was helping the injured civilians, his calm demeanor and kind words settling nerves.

"Another close call, huh?" Izuku said, giving Momo a brief glance.

"Nothing we couldn’t handle," Momo replied, her voice steady, no sign of fatigue or distress. "Let's make sure the paperwork gets done. I don't want any loose ends left to tie up."

In the public eye, they were the epitome of control, the perfect pair. Nothing rattled them. Not the villainous threats, not the destruction left in their wake, not even the paperwork that always followed. Together, they were the most disciplined, mature, and composed hero couple anyone knew.

 

The moment the door clicked shut behind them, the professional façade that had held steady all day seemed to crumble. They didn’t even speak. Momo’s heels clicked sharply against the floor as she turned, her eyes meeting Izuku’s with a hungry intensity that sent a shiver down his spine.

With barely any space between them, she grabbed him by the collar of his hero suit and pulled him toward her, lips crashing against his before either of them could take a breath. The kiss was fierce, needy, and full of pent-up frustration from the chaos of the day. Izuku responded immediately, his hands moving instinctively to her waist, drawing her body closer against his.

There was no room for words, just the rapid-fire clash of lips, the desperate slide of tongues, and the overwhelming need to get as close as possible. Her fingers worked their way to his hair, pulling him deeper into the kiss, while his hands roamed to her back, pulling at the fabric of her jacket, desperate to feel skin against skin.

Izuku's mind was racing, but his body had already taken over. His hands slid lower, tracing the curve of her hips, before pressing against her thighs. He groaned into her mouth, his fingers digging into her as the kiss deepened, as if they could lose themselves in this heat and forget the world outside.

Momo moaned softly, a sound that vibrated through Izuku’s chest, and her hands fumbled with the hem of his suit, tugging it upwards in her haste to remove it. She pushed him back a step, a wild, almost feral hunger in her eyes as she undid the buttons with shaky fingers.

Izuku let out a breathless laugh, his chest rising and falling with the intensity of the moment. "Easy, there… we’ve got all night."

But Momo wasn’t having it. With one last tug, his shirt was off, and she was on him again, lips pressing against his neck, trailing down to his collarbone. Her hands slid beneath his waistband, her nails grazing the skin of his abdomen, sending jolts of electricity through his body. His breath hitched, and he couldn’t help but let out a low groan.

"You have no idea how much I’ve needed this," Momo muttered, her voice thick with desire. She wasn’t teasing anymore—there was no room for restraint, no more 'being the boss' or 'holding it together.' She wanted him, and there was nothing else in the world but that.

Izuku’s hands slid beneath the hem of her shirt, the fabric slipping easily off her shoulders as he pulled it over her head. He kissed her again, deep and slow, savoring every second, as if to make up for the restraint they’d both held all day. His hands moved over her back, tracing the contours of her body before slipping around her waist, pulling her flush against him.

She gasped at the contact, her breath coming in shallow bursts, as his hands traveled lower, pressing her body against his with a force that took them both by surprise.

"God, Momo," Izuku breathed, his lips trailing down her neck, his hands sliding over her ribs, exploring every inch of her skin with an almost obsessive focus.

Momo’s nails scraped down his back in response, her body arching toward him, as she gave a low, teasing laugh. "You talk too much," she muttered, kissing him again, her hands moving lower, and lower, until she was pushing his pants down, her fingers brushing against the heat of him.

Izuku’s head fell back, and he let out a groan of frustration and desire, his hands pulling at her hair, tugging her head back just enough to claim her lips again. Their bodies were moving together in a frantic rhythm now, both of them lost in the urgency of the moment. Clothes were discarded carelessly as they stumbled toward the bedroom, their mouths never separating, hands never still, exploring, pulling, pushing, seeking.

The bed came into view, but they didn’t even make it to the edge. Momo shoved Izuku back onto the mattress, straddling him, her hands roaming over his chest, down his abdomen, and lower still, while he gripped her waist, his lips moving to her collarbone, then to the sensitive spot just beneath her ear.

Momo arched into him, the pleasure taking over as she pressed herself closer. The tension between them was palpable, as if they both needed this release more than they could explain. The world outside their bedroom faded completely—this was their moment, theirs alone.

 

—--

Once the storm had passed and the two of them lay tangled in the sheets, Momo’s breath evened out, and she rested her head on Izuku’s chest, her fingers absently tracing circles across his skin. The room was quiet, save for the faint hum of the air conditioning and the occasional rustle of the sheets.

"That was... intense," Momo muttered, a lazy smile tugging at her lips.

Izuku chuckled, his chest rumbling beneath her. "Yeah, no kidding. You just… jumped me."

"Maybe I did," Momo said, her voice still thick with the aftereffects of their passion. "But you didn't exactly stop me."

He smirked, running a hand through her hair. "I wasn’t about to. After the day we’ve had, we needed that."

Momo sighed contentedly but then paused, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "You remember that one time… when we, uh, used ice cream in bed?"

Izuku blinked, clearly remembering exactly what she was talking about, and he groaned. "I knew you were going to bring that up."

Momo laughed, her voice light and teasing. "It was your idea. But… I’m still not sure why you thought it was a good idea."

Izuku winced, his hand going to his forehead as if the memory was giving him a headache. "It seemed like a fun idea at the time. But you’re right— cleaning the sheets afterward? Not worth it."

Momo grinned, rubbing her nose against his chest. "You were the one who insisted on the ice cream. You were the one who made the mess."

Izuku rolled his eyes, though his smile was fond. "I didn’t think about the cleanup part. Let’s just say it’s a lesson learned."

Momo chuckled, still snuggling into him. "Yeah. Maybe we can stick to more traditional methods next time." She paused, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "But... maybe just a little bit of whipped cream."

Izuku groaned again, playfully pushing her off him. "You’re never going to let that go, are you?"

"Not a chance," Momo said with a wink, sliding back toward him. "You should know better than to get me started."

He laughed, shaking his head. "Alright, alright, I’ll make sure we have proper cleanup supplies next time."

"Good," Momo teased, pressing a final kiss to his chest. "Just… next time, let’s skip the ice cream."

Izuku chuckled, holding her close once more. "Deal."

Notes:

And that's a wrap

I am currently working on a sequel for Aiko (Wrong Address Right Guy) because you guys seem to like her so much. Also thanks for your support and pretty much liking The Bitch and the Nerd Part 2, I'm honestly shocked you liked that version of Nejire that much.

So that's about it, pretty much gonna be busy with work since I need to train a newbie and take the shifts of one more person. Life is pain

Chapter 50: Wrong Address, Right Guy Part 2

Summary:

Aiko and Izuku cross paths again after a night with a client and then getting saved by him. What follows is a casual catch-up over ramen, some teasing drinks, and a sleepover that turns into something more intimate... emotionally. Though they don’t sleep together, the shared space, the playful tension, and a quiet moment of trust hint at something growing.

Between awkward mornings, hoodie thefts, and playful movie nights, something starts to shift—comfort, laughter, warmth. But it’s not without shadows. Aiko faces quiet judgment, and Izuku wrestles with thoughts he doesn’t know how to name. Still, they keep orbiting closer. Sharing meals. Sharing space. And maybe—without saying it—sharing something more.

Notes:

And here we are with Part 2 with our OC...Aiko the Escort. Originally this was longer but as I was building it I was already at page 78 and was close to 20,000 words on a single chapter so decided to cut it where it felt great and then refined it. And so here we are. It is still long and I hope you guys like it

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

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Steam curled along the ceiling in slow, lazy spirals. The hotel suite was quiet now, save for the soft hum of the city beyond the tinted windows and the shallow, satisfied breathing behind her.

Aiko stood by the bed, still damp from the shower. Her skin was warm beneath the towel, her hair clinging in dark ribbons down her back. The man on the mattress was already half-asleep — sprawled out, naked and spent, a sheen of sweat still clinging to his chest. He had been talkative before. Not anymore.

She dressed without ceremony. Black thigh-highs. Her favorite short skirt. A soft, clinging turtleneck that slid over her frame like second skin. Lips painted red in the mirror, not for herself but for effect — always effect. She plucked the folded cash off the nightstand, tucked it into her clutch, and left without a word. The door clicked behind her like punctuation as she put on her coat.

The hallway smelled like disinfectant and expensive cologne. The elevator ride down felt longer than it should’ve. When she stepped out into the Tokyo night, everything blurred.

Not bleak. Just… muted.

The city buzzed around her — neon lights flashing, couples laughing, cars honking, a world too alive to notice her. But to Aiko, it all felt like watching color through a fogged lens. Nothing stuck. Nothing stayed.

Until she looked up.

A billboard glowed against the dark sky. Big, bold, heroic — DEKU: PROTECTOR OF ALL . His image towered above the street, smiling that awkward, hopeful smile he always wore. Symbol of peace, champion of the people.

Aiko tilted her head, lips twitching.

She didn’t see a hero.

She saw the man who offered her a place to stay the night she showed up on his doorstep after a sudden rain. Who had handed her a towel and looked everywhere but at her body. Who had made her curry and watched bad movies with her on the couch and never once made a move.

A man who saw her without needing anything from her.

The thought made her chest ache in a quiet, stupid way. She hadn’t seen him in weeks. Months, maybe. He hadn’t reached out to her, even when she gave him her card. Heck didn’t even book her himself. Life got busy. Or complicated. Or maybe she just pulled back — like she always did.

Her heels clicked softly against the pavement as she crossed the street. Somewhere between thinking about him and fixing the strap of her bag, the world cracked open.

A roar — guttural, inhuman — tore through the cityscape.

She turned just in time to see it: a hulking villain tearing through traffic, veins bulging, eyes wild. A bus — an entire bus — came hurtling toward her like a missile.

She froze. Stupid. Her feet didn’t move. She closed her eyes, braced for pain.

But it never came.

Instead, she heard the crunch of metal, the groan of concrete, and a low, human grunt . Something heavy hit the pavement — hard — but not her.

She opened her eyes.

Someone stood in front of her, broad back blocking the chaos. Smoke curled around them. The bus — the bus — now rested gently to the side, dented but intact.

And just like that, the world came back to life.

Color bled in fast. The neon signs exploded in brightness, the sirens too loud, the streetlights suddenly too warm. Everything sharpened. Focused. Like someone had cranked the saturation on reality.

Aiko blinked. Her breath caught.

She knew that back. That messy green hair. That unmistakable stance — weight forward, arms braced, protective to the core.

“Izuku” she breathed.

He turned slightly, checking over his shoulder, and their eyes met. He smiled.

It had been a long time. But that smile? She remembered it instantly — a little sheepish, a little proud, all heart.

Heart thumping, brain still lagging behind her mouth, she said the first thing that came to her.

“Nice catch.”

He smiled wider and shot back “You always have a way of showing up when I least expect it.”

Aiko tilted her head, smirking despite the adrenaline still buzzing under her skin. “What can I say? I have great timing.”

She didn’t know if she was talking about the near-death experience or seeing him again.

As the moment lingered between them, a deafening roar shattered the air.

Izuku blinked, then awkwardly pointed over his shoulder at the rampaging villain. “Uh… I gotta take care of that.”

Aiko smirked, crossing her arms as she tilted her head. “Yeah, yeah, go on.” She shooed him away like a mother giving her kid permission to run off and play.

He hesitated for half a second, as if making sure she was really okay, before nodding and launching himself into action.

Aiko exhaled, shaking her head with a small, amused smile. A nearby officer gently ushered her behind the yellow tape, a standard safety precaution, but she barely paid attention. Her focus was on him.

And god—he was incredible.

Every movement was precise, elegant, controlled. If the villain hurled something at him, he barely flinched—just caught it and sent it flying right back like it was nothing. No wasted energy, no unnecessary force. Just sheer skill.

Then— boom . KO. Just like that.

The villain crumpled, the fight over as quickly as it had begun. The gathered crowd erupted into cheers, and Izuku turned, flashing that signature smile for everyone. The cameras loved him. The people adored him.

But then—his eyes shifted.

Locked onto hers.

Aiko stiffened, caught off guard. ‘ How did he even know I was here?’

She would have no idea. But for a fleeting second, he hesitated—just a small pause, a fraction of a moment, but she saw it.

Then, slowly, he smiled again. A different smile this time. Not for the cameras. Not for the crowd.

For her.

And before she could even think about it, her hand lifted in a small, almost hesitant wave.

Izuku, still standing in the center of the wrecked street like it was just another day at work, waved back.

Something warm curled in her chest. She swallowed it down.

With a final glance at Izuku, she turned away, her heart still racing from the encounter.

The city streets had quieted since the chaos of the earlier attack. Aiko walked at her own pace, hands in her coat pockets, her heels clicking softly against the pavement. The neon lights painted the sidewalks in a hazy glow, blending with the occasional headlights of passing cars.

She was almost at her apartment when something shifted in her peripheral vision. A figure popped out from the corner of the building.

Her body reacted before her brain did.

With a sharp inhale, she twisted her weight and threw a punch, her fist connecting solidly with a jaw.

The figure stumbled back, reeling, and Aiko finally registered what she’d done.

“Izuku?!”

Still in his hero costume, Izuku Midoriya clutched his jaw, wincing slightly. His wide green eyes blinked at her in stunned silence, and for a brief moment, all he could hear in his head was the distant voice of Aizawa lecturing him about being more aware of his surroundings.

Damn. Aiko had a mean right hook.

A hand flew to Aiko’s mouth, her expression horrified. “Oh, shit! I’m so sorry!”

Izuku recovered quickly, rolling his jaw with a small laugh. “No, no, it’s okay! That was—uh—impressive reflexes.”

Aiko groaned, dragging a hand down her face. “I thought you were some creep waiting to jump me.”

He gave an awkward chuckle, scratching the back of his head. “I, um, didn’t mean to scare you. My shift is about to be over, and I saw you walking, so…” He trailed off, feeling strangely unsure.

Aiko raised an eyebrow. “So… you decided to sneak up on me?”

Izuku turned red. “I wasn’t sneaking! I was just—” He cut himself off, shaking his head as if resetting his thoughts. “Never mind. Uh, are you busy?”

Aiko blinked at him. “Right now?”

“Yeah. There’s a ramen shop nearby, and, um… I figured maybe we could catch up?” He hesitated, suddenly self-conscious about how that sounded. “You know, like old friends?”

Aiko stared at him for a second before her lips curled into a teasing smile. “Are you asking me on a date, hero?”

“What? No! It’s just—” Izuku stumbled over his words, his face heating up as he waved his hands defensively. “It’s not a date! It’s just—food! With company! That’s all!”

Aiko laughed, the kind that came from deep in her chest, full and genuine. “Relax, I’m messing with you.” She looped her arm through his, tugging him along as she started walking. “Fine, but you’re buying.”

Izuku let out a breath, still flustered but unable to hide his own small smile. “Deal.”

As they walked, the warmth of their laughter lingered in the air, blending with the city’s evening buzz. Aiko felt lighter, the weight of the day slipping away with each step.

Later that evening, Aiko didn’t check the time. Maybe she didn’t care right now. They were drinking at some bar, tucked away in a private corner, the dim lighting casting a warm glow over their table.

After ramen, they had decided the night wasn’t quite over, so they ended up here, with drinks in hand, letting the conversation flow as easily as the alcohol.

Aiko wasn’t drunk, but she felt the pleasant buzz humming in her veins. She was leaning into it, relaxed, loose, complaining about her recent clients. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, the pay’s good, but some of these pompous rich bastards? Ugh, they don’t last. One good hip roll and boom—ejaculation, then knockout.”

Izuku nearly choked on his drink. He covered his mouth, shoulders shaking with barely contained shock as he swallowed. Aiko snorted, amused by his reaction.

“God,” she teased, swirling the liquor in her glass. “You’re still so easy to fluster.”

Izuku cleared his throat, avoiding her gaze. “I just... wasn’t expecting that level of detail.”

Aiko smirked, then leaned in closer, elbow on the table, chin resting against her palm. “Come on, it’s not fair if I’m the only one ranting about my sex life.” Her lips curled into something wicked. “What about you, hero? Got anything juicy to share? Maybe something scandalous with an ex?”

Izuku’s entire face went red.

Aiko caught the shift immediately. Her eyes flickered with intrigue. “Oh?” she drawled. “That’s a look. That’s a blush , Izuku. That means there is something.”

Izuku rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly very interested in the rim of his glass. “It’s not—” He sighed, running a hand through his hair before mumbling, “You have to keep this to yourself.”

Aiko sat up straighter, making a motion like she was zipping her lips and throwing away the key. “Scout’s honor.”

Izuku exhaled heavily, still not meeting her gaze. “I... I might’ve had a thing. For a little while. A month at most!” He took a long sip of his drink before finally muttering, “With my best friend’s mom.”

Silence.

Izuku kept drinking, avoiding her eyes, regretting every decision that had led him to this moment.

Aiko just stared at him. Then, slowly, her lips curled into a smile. Then that smile turned into a grin.

“Oh, Izuku. ” She placed a hand over her heart dramatically. “That is so much better than I was expecting.”

Izuku groaned, setting his glass down. “I knew I shouldn’t have said anything.”

Aiko laughed, leaning in again. “Oh, no, no, no, hero. You can’t just drop that and not give me details.”

Izuku buried his face in his hands. “This was a mistake.”

Aiko smirked. “A mistake? Or a MILF-stake ?”

Izuku let out a suffering groan.

 

A little while later, Izuku carried her home. She wasn’t that drunk, but she was definitely tipsy enough to sway slightly with every step. With her giving half-mumbled directions, he eventually got her to her apartment.

When they reached the door, Aiko fished out her keys, fumbling a bit before unlocking it. She turned to Izuku with a lazy smile. “Wanna come in?”

He hesitated for half a second before nodding. “Yeah, just to make sure you’re good.”

Aiko stepped inside, and Izuku followed, glancing around as she flicked on the lights. The place was simple yet stylish, modern with just enough personal touches to make it feel lived in.

She disappeared into the kitchen, coming back moments later with a glass of water for herself—and one for him.

Izuku took it, nodding. “Thanks.”

They stood there, sipping in comfortable silence before Aiko sighed. “Bars are fun, but I think we needed more shots.”

Izuku chuckled, setting his glass down. “Yeah, no thanks. I’m already carrying you home as is.”

Aiko smirked. “Carried me home, past tense. I can walk just fine, hero.”

She leaned back against the sink, her fingers idly tracing the rim of her glass. Her smirk softened slightly, gaze distant.

“It’s nice, isn’t it?” she murmured. “Having your own place. But… sometimes it’s a bit lonely.” She exhaled, shaking her head as if brushing the thought away. “Coming home to nothing. Waking up to the same.” Her lips quirked, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “You know how it is, right, hero?”

Izuku hummed, swirling the last bit of water in his glass. “Yeah,” he admitted. He knew exactly how it felt. Coming home after a shift, dropping onto his bed, waking up, doing it all over again. The quiet could be nice, but sometimes it felt… hollow.

Aiko studied him for a moment, her lips curving into a small, genuine smile—softer than before, but no less captivating. With deliberate grace, she pushed off the counter, her movements fluid and unhurried. As she walked toward her room, there was a subtle sway in her hips, a quiet confidence that seemed to draw the air from the room. She paused at the doorway, glancing back at him over her shoulder, her gaze lingering just long enough to make him pause.

She opened the door and turned to face him, her expression shifting into something more intimate, more charged. He stood there, watching her carefully, his concern evident, caring, genuine.

She liked it.

Aiko took a step toward him, the light in her eyes transforming into something warm and inviting, yet laced with a hint of mischief. Her fingers reached out, brushing against the fabric of his shirt before curling lightly, her touch teasing, sensual, and impossibly deliberate.

“Hey…” Her voice was quiet. “You have work tomorrow?”

Izuku blinked. “…No?”

Aiko’s smirk deepened. “Good.”

And then she pulled him in and closed the door.

 

Aiko woke up with a grumble, barely cracking an eye open before groaning and turning away from the intrusive sunlight. “I’m gonna kill the damn sun,” she muttered, voice thick with sleep.

Then she felt it.

Warmth. The solid heat of another body next to her. The weight of an arm draped securely over her bare back.

Her mind immediately went on high alert. She knew this feeling—it wasn’t the first time she’d woken up like this. The scent of lingering sweat, the faint musk of skin, traces of shampoo and something else uniquely male. But this one was different. It wasn’t heavily cologned, wasn’t stale with alcohol or smoke. There was something cleaner about it. Fabric softener, the lingering salt of dried sweat, and a faint whiff of something warm—like city air mixed with leftover ramen.

Her heart pounded.

Shit. Did she get drunk and bring someone home?

No, wait. Hold on. She was with Izuku last night. They had drinks. He carried her home.

Her stomach dropped. Did that mean—

Aiko sat up, ignoring the dull throb in her head, and turned her gaze toward the man beside her.

Izuku.

Shirtless, half-buried under her sheets, grumbling something incoherent as he shifted slightly from the loss of warmth.

Shit. Oh, fuck. Fuuucckk.

Her fingers dug into her temples as she scrambled to piece things together. Did they get drunk and—? No. Izuku wasn’t that drunk. He carried her home. She was tipsy but not blackout wasted. She remembers pulling him to her room, teasing him… but after that? A blur.

Her breath hitched as she glanced down at herself.

Bra. Panties. Still on.

Her head snapped toward Izuku.

Hesitantly, she lifted the edge of the blanket covering his lower half.

Pants.

She exhaled sharply. Okay. Okay. They didn’t fuck.

Crisis averted. But what the hell happened?

Izuku stirred beside her, his body tensing slightly before he shifted, blinking groggily as his gaze met hers.

Aiko deadpanned. Then, slowly, a smirk curled her lips.

“Morning, handsome.”

Izuku inhaled sharply—and immediately choked. In his panic, he flailed back, smacking his head hard against the wooden headboard with a loud thunk.

"Ow—shit—!" He clutched his skull, eyes wild, face flaming as he scrambled to process the situation.

Aiko barely held in her laugh. Oh, this was going to be fun.

She turned on her side, propping her head up with a lazy smirk. "You alright there, hero?"

Izuku opened his mouth then closed it

"What happened last night Hero~" Aiko purred, rolling onto her stomach, kicking her legs playfully behind her. "I mean, here we are…" She gestured between them. "Half-naked. In bed. Together."

Izuku looked seconds away from malfunctioning.

"It’s not what it looks like!" he sputtered, sitting up straighter—big mistake. His gaze flicked down for just a second, a split second—but Aiko caught it.

That tiny, fleeting moment where his eyes dipped over the curves of her barely covered body.

A thrill shot through her spine.

He looked away immediately, jaw clenched, hands curling into the sheets like he was physically restraining himself.

God, he was so respectful, it almost made her want to break him.

She licked her lips. Time to test that willpower.

"Well, well," she murmured, slinking closer, her voice dripping with amusement. "So much for all that innocent boy scout talk. Here you are, half-naked with a woman just as exposed."

Izuku sucked in a sharp breath as she swung a leg over his lap, straddling him with the ease of someone who knew exactly what she was doing.

He froze.

"A—Aiko—"

His voice was so strained, it made her smirk.

"What’s wrong, hero?" she purred, rolling her hips just a little—enough to feel the way his breath hitched.

"You’re—!" His hands shot up, hovering near her waist, not touching, just trembling as if even the idea of holding her was a sin.

God, this was too good.

She leaned closer, lips near his ear, voice low and sultry.

"What did you do, hero?" she whispered. "Did you pamper me with kisses, pin me down?" She dragged a finger over his bare shoulder, feeling the way his muscles tensed under her touch. "Or did your lust get the best of you? Did you devour me, kiss me until I couldn’t breathe, until you claimed me as yours?"

And then she exhaled a slow, warm breath against his lips—

Izuku let out the tiniest, most pitiful sound known to man.

Aiko lost it.

She burst into laughter, rolling off him and clutching her stomach. "Oh my god—Izuku, you should’ve seen your face!"

Izuku just sat there, stunned, his face buried in his hands.

Deadpan, he muttered, "Very funny."

Aiko wiped a tear from her eye, still giggling. "Oh, it was hilarious." She shot him a playful wink. "So, I have an effect on you. Good to know."

Izuku grumbled something under his breath, resolutely avoiding her gaze.

Aiko chuckled, finally pulling the sheets over herself, covering her body so Izuku could actually look at her without looking like he was about to combust.

She exhaled, the teasing moment passing as curiosity finally kicked in.

"So…" she drawled, tilting her head. "What the hell happened last night?"

Izuku, still looking anywhere but at her, took a deep breath and mumbled, "Nothing happened."

Aiko blinked.

Izuku finally met her gaze, cheeks still flushed but his expression was serious.

"Nothing happened," he repeated. "We didn’t have sex."

Aiko frowned. "Then why the hell are we—?"

 

Flashback – Izuku’s POV 

Izuku stumbled into the bedroom, Aiko’s drunken giggles filling the air as she tugged him inside.

The second the door closed, she turned, pushing him towards the bed with a sly grin.

"A-Aiko—!"

Aiko leaned in, her lips parting slightly as she pressed a lazy finger to his mouth, silencing him with a soft, commanding touch. “Hush, hero,” she purred, her voice low and velvety, carrying a promise that made his pulse quicken. Her other hand drifted to the hem of her sweater, fingers grazing the fabric as she slowly pulled it upward, the material sliding off her shoulders with a deliberate slowness. She let it fall to the floor, her movements unhurried, her gaze locked on his.

Her hands then glided down her sides, tracing the curve of her waist, her touch light but intentional, as if she were savoring the feel of her own skin. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of her skirt, and with a teasing tug, it slipped down her hips, pooling at her feet. The soft light caught the delicate lace of her undergarments, the contrast of fabric and skin almost hypnotic. She paused, her hands lingering on her thighs, her body a study in confidence and allure, every motion designed to draw him in, to leave him breathless.

Izuku’s brain short-circuited.

His entire body locked up as she straddled him, her warm weight settling onto his lap, making his breath catch.

His hands hovered uselessly at his sides, not daring to touch her.

Aiko giggled, trailing her fingers down his chest, caressing him through the fabric.

"My, my, hero," she teased, voice silky. "What a great body you have…"

Before he could process her intent, Aiko’s grin sharpened—a predator’s smile. Her fingers hooked into the collar of his shirt, and with a deliberate, languid tear, she split the fabric down the middle. The sound of ripping cotton hung in the air, sharp and intimate.

Izuku’s voice cracked “Aiko—”

“Shh.” Her gaze raked over his exposed chest, pupils dilating as she traced the lines of his muscles with featherlight fingertips. “There he is,” she purred, her breath hot against his collarbone. “Heroic even when you’re blushing, huh?”

She leaned down, achingly slow, her lips hovering just above his skin. Izuku’s breath hitched.

Then her tongue flicked against his pulse point.

He jerked beneath her, a strangled sound escaping his throat. “Aik—”

“Tastes like guilt,” she murmured, teeth grazing the same spot. Her hips shifted against his, deliberate, and he choked back a whimper. “Relax, hero. I’m just… appreciating the view.”

Her hands slid up his torso, nails scraping just hard enough to make him shudder. When she finally met his gaze, her smirk was molten. “You’re twitching. Cute.”

Izuku swallowed hard, his hands finally gripping her waist, desperate to steady himself. “This isn’t—hnn—fair,” he managed, voice ragged.

“Fair?” Aiko laughed, low and throaty, her lips brushing his ear. “You followed me in here, Deku. Don’t pretend you didn’t want this.”

"Okay, okay—Aiko, you’re drunk," he managed, voice strained. "I won’t—I can’t take advantage of you like this."

She hummed softly. "Mmm. So noble," she murmured, fingers curling against his skin.

And then, quietly, barely above a whisper—

"Stay."

Izuku stiffened.

Aiko’s hold on him tightened slightly. "Just for tonight," she whispered, voice soft—pleading.

The playfulness was gone.

Just a girl asking him to stay.

Izuku let out a slow breath.

Then, gently, he reached up, brushing her soft hair from her face.

"…Okay," he murmured.

Aiko sighed, relaxing against him, pressing her forehead to his shoulder.

Izuku just sat there, holding her.

And stayed.

 

Flashback End

Izuku kept his gaze firmly averted, his jaw tense as he stared at anything but her. The sheets rustled beside him, and he could feel Aiko’s eyes on him, studying him.

“Thanks,” she said suddenly, her voice softer than before.

Izuku hesitated before nodding.

“For staying,” she added with a smile.

Another nod.

Aiko’s smile turned playful. “Hey.”

Instinctively, he glanced at her. Big mistake.

Before he could react, the sheets slipped from her shoulders, revealing her bare form once more.

Izuku yelped, spinning around so fast he nearly toppled off the bed. “H-Hey!”

Aiko chuckled, stretching her arms above her head as if she didn’t have a care in the world. “Relax, hero.” She stepped off the bed, her movements lazy and unbothered. “I’m gonna take a shower.”

She sauntered toward the door, her hips swaying just enough to be deliberate. Izuku dared not turn back, only listening as the door opened.

Just when he thought he was safe, something soft smacked against his back.

He flinched, looking down to see— her bra.

His face ignited.

“I’m leaving the door unlocked,” Aiko’s voice teased from the hallway. He could only see her arm resting against the frame before she finally closed the door, leaving him alone.

Izuku swallowed hard, gripping his hair.

‘This woman is gonna be the death of me.’

 

Half an hour later, Izuku watched from his seat at the kitchen counter, arms folded as he observed Aiko move effortlessly around the kitchen. It was almost hypnotic—the way she seamlessly flowed from one task to another. A flick of the wrist here, a measured pour there. She barely looked at what she was doing, completely at ease in her element. It was like watching a chef at work, only far more casual and far more… her.

He tugged slightly at the oversized shirt he now wore—something soft and worn that clearly belonged to her. offered with a teasing "Figured you deserved something comfy after surviving my chaos" before she tossed it at him. It smelled faintly like her shampoo. He didn’t mind.

The air filled with the scent of miso, sizzling fish, and freshly steamed rice. A well-balanced, nutritious breakfast—Izuku recognized the intentionality behind it. It wasn’t just thrown together; Aiko had put effort into making something good. And given how easily she had worked through it, this clearly wasn’t a rare occurrence.

“You cook like this every day?” he finally asked, unable to hide his curiosity.

“Only when I feel like treating myself.” Aiko smirked, setting two plates on the table. “And maybe when I have guests.”

Izuku chuckled, picking up his chopsticks. “Guess I should feel honored.”

“You should.”

They ate in comfortable silence. Izuku took his first bite and blinked in pleasant surprise. The flavors were balanced, clean but rich. The fish was perfectly cooked, the miso soup carried just the right amount of depth, and the rice—fluffy, slightly sticky—brought it all together.

“This is really good,” he admitted, glancing at her.

Aiko only hummed, busy scrolling through her phone with her free hand. He could see her brows furrow slightly before she exhaled through her nose.

Then her fingers hovered over something.

Izuku didn’t need to ask. He knew that look. The slight downturn of her lips, the way her thumb hesitated before pressing anything—she was debating something.

“It’s work,” she muttered, almost as if to herself.

Izuku didn’t pry. He only hummed in acknowledgment, continuing his meal. If she wanted to talk about it, she would.

Aiko stared at the screen for a second longer, eyes scanning the details. The request. The rate. The familiar little button beneath it—Agree or Decline.

Normally, this wouldn’t even be a decision. She had a system. Work was work. Simple.

But today…

She set the phone down. “You busy today?”

Izuku looked up from his food, chewing thoughtfully before shaking his head. “Not really.”

Aiko exhaled through her nose, barely a sigh but something close. Then, without another pause, she tapped Decline.

“Wanna watch a movie?” she asked, as casually as if she were asking about the weather.

Izuku raised a brow. “A movie?”

“Not just any movie.” She leaned forward, suddenly far more animated. “The movie. The final installment of the Hearts in Twilight trilogy.”

Izuku blinked. “Uh… what?”

Aiko’s entire body stilled. Slowly, she turned to him, her expression unreadable.

“You haven’t seen it?”

Her voice was calm, but Izuku felt a distinct chill creep down his spine.

“…No?”

A sharp inhale. A slow, deliberate blink.

Then she set her chopsticks down and folded her hands. “Okay, first of all, you’ve been missing out. Second of all, you’re lucky I’m here to fix that.”

Izuku, for some reason, suddenly felt like he had just made a grave mistake.

 

3 hours later there he was, sitting on the couch with the movie coming to an end, most of the time was Aiko giving her own comments, her boos and cheers. It was very clear whose side she was on.

The screen dimmed as the credits rolled, soft piano music playing over the montage of heartbreak and self-discovery. Izuku leaned back, arms crossed, eyes still fixed on the television. The final scene played in his mind—the girl stepping onto a train, her silhouette framed against the golden sunset, leaving behind the two men who had fought for her.

He got it now. Why Aiko liked this story. The childhood friend? Solid. Reliable. He’d been there from the start, always looking out for her. The other guy? …A little weird. Not full-on creepy, but still. Who just tilts a girl’s head in public and whispers ‘baby girl’ with a straight face?

But right now, Izuku had a different problem.

Aiko was staring at him.

Not just staring—watching him, waiting, like she was gauging his reaction before deciding if she needed to educate him further.

“So?” she prompted, leaning forward, hands clasped like this was some grand debate.

Izuku exhaled through his nose, running a hand through his hair. “I see why you like it.”

Aiko scoffed, shifting to sit cross-legged on the couch. “Of course, I like it. It’s the best modern love story out there! But —” She lifted a single finger, eyes narrowing, “—only if you watch it the right way. Meaning, if you know who the real love interest is.”

Izuku smirked a little. “The childhood friend?”

“Damn right the childhood friend.”

She leaned forward, her rant already gaining momentum. “He’s been with her since forever. He’s the one who knows her, understands her, supports her—he literally put his dreams aside just to be there for her. And then this—this smooth-talking city guy rolls in with his flashy confidence, says a few deep-sounding lines, and suddenly she’s torn?”

She threw up her hands. “Are you kidding me?”

Izuku chuckled. “So, you’re saying the other guy didn’t deserve a chance?”

Aiko shot him a look. “Izuku.”

That was not the right thing to say.

“The man literally followed her home after knowing her for a week. Who does that?” She gestured wildly. “Then he just—just tilts her chin in the middle of a crowded street and whispers ‘baby girl’ like this is some low-budget soap opera. I—ugh!”

Izuku had to press his lips together to keep from laughing.

“Oh, and don’t even get me started on what they did in the second movie.” She shook her head, expression exasperated. “Because let me tell you—they massacred my boy."

She ranted, fully immersed in her own emotions, explaining every ridiculous decision made in the second movie, complete with hand gestures and re-enactments of dramatic moments.

Izuku wasn’t even sure if he was absorbing everything she was saying anymore. He was just watching her now—her eyes lit up, her hands animated as she waved them around, her expression shifting between frustration and fondness as she lived through the story all over again.

He was… enjoying this.

Not just the movie, but her enthusiasm. The way she cared.

Aiko finally huffed, leaning back against the couch as she clicked on the next movie. “I swear, if they somehow ruin the final part, I’m storming that studio myself.”

As the second film started playing, Izuku glanced at her.

“You’re really into this love story,” he mused.

Aiko turned her head toward him, a small smile playing at her lips. She rested her chin against her palm.

“Love is beautiful,” she said simply. Then, after a brief pause, she added, “It’s just sad that it gets messy sometimes.”

Izuku sat there in silence for a moment.

Yeah.

 

Aiko was practically glowing.

Her eyes sparkled, her feet kicked lazily under the table, and there was a dreamy little smile on her lips as she happily munched on her burger. It was the look of someone thoroughly satisfied—like the entire emotional rollercoaster she’d been on had been worth it.

Izuku smirked slightly as he took a sip of his drink. He had to admit, the final movie had earned that happy ending.

The city guy? Cheated . Marriage? Ruined. Five years of heartbreak later, the childhood friend was still there, still waiting. And when they finally reunited? Love rekindled, three kids, and a quiet, peaceful moment together on the swing where they first met.

Yeah. It was a solid ending.

They ate in comfortable silence, the low hum of the fast-food restaurant filling the background. Aiko was lost in her thoughts, smiling to herself as she dipped a fry into her sundae.

Then, without so much as a glance, she yoinked a fry from his tray.

Izuku blinked.

Did she just—

He reached forward in retaliation, aiming for her tray, but Aiko was faster. She pulled her fries away, twisting her body with a sly chuckle, her long hair swaying over her shoulder as she turned just out of reach.

Izuku raised an eyebrow, chewing the inside of his cheek.

Oh. Okay.

His gaze flicked to her sundae.

Without hesitation, he grabbed a clean spoon, scooped up a generous portion of the ice cream, and popped it into his mouth before leaning back like nothing happened.

Aiko froze mid-bite. Slowly, she turned to look at him, her expression blank.

“Oh, you did not just do that,” she said, her tone a mix of disbelief and challenge.

He smirked, clearly enjoying her reaction. “What? It’s just ice cream.”

“Just ice cream?” she repeated, her voice rising slightly. “You’re lucky I don’t stab you with this spoon.”

He laughed, the sound warm and unapologetic, and she couldn’t help but roll her eyes, though a small smile tugged at her lips.

Aiko stood, stretching lightly. “I’m gonna hit the bathroom. Don’t touch the rest of my ice cream,” she warned, pointing the spoon at him before walking away.

She sat on the toilet, her fingers drumming lightly against her knee, the high from the movie still buzzing in her chest.

That was a good ending. Not just satisfying—but earned. She could still picture the final scene: the swing set, the quiet smiles, the weight of years between them finally melting away into something real, something that lasted. Three kids.

She sighed, her lips curving as she leaned her head back against the stall wall.

“Damn… childhood friends really do win sometimes.”

The muffled hum of the restaurant filtered through the door—the occasional clatter of trays, the murmur of casual conversation, the soft whir of the soda machine. It was just noise, fading into the background as she soaked in the afterglow of the story.

Then—

"Did you see her? Over there by the window?"

Aiko barely reacted at first. People talked.

"That’s the one our friend booked."

Her fingers froze mid-tap.

Her jaw tightened, but she willed herself to stay still.

So what? It wasn’t anything new. People whispered, some bolder than others. Word traveled. It always did.

She exhaled through her nose, schooling her expression, keeping herself from feeding into it.

Then—

"But did you see who she’s with?"

"Oh my God, yeah! That’s Deku. No.1 freaking Hero."

The shift in tone was immediate—excited, interested, hungry.

"He’s so hot. Shame he’s dirtying his hands on a whore."

Her breath caught.

Aiko’s body didn’t move, but her stomach coiled tight, something cold slipping through the cracks of her chest.

It wasn’t new. The word. The insult.

But it still cut.

Not deep—not anymore. But enough. Just a sharp, shallow sting. The kind that barely left a mark but made you pause all the same.

She could already picture them. The sneers barely hidden behind manicured nails, the self-satisfied giggles, the quick, sidelong glances full of venom wrapped in sugar.

"Bet we could steal him from her."

A pause. Then laughter. The click of heels against tile as they walked away.

Aiko remained seated.

Her fingers twitched, before curling into a slow, measured fist against her knee.

She let out a breath—steady.

Then another.

She stuffed the sting down.

Pushed it into the box in her head where everything else went.

She wasn’t fazed. Not really.

This wasn’t new.

Her walls went up, her mask slipped into place, and when she finally stood, it was with the same easy, confident movements as before.

She flushed, washed her hands, fixed a stray strand of hair, and stepped out of the bathroom.

Back to normal.

Or at least, close enough.

The moment she rounded the corner, she spotted him.

Izuku stood near the entrance, her bag slung over his shoulder, posture relaxed, but his hands were tucked into his pockets—a tell she’d picked up on. He did that when he wasn’t sure what to do with them, when he wanted to disengage without being rude.

In front of him stood two girls.

Them.

They were flirting. Obviously. Hair twirls, light touches, that deliberate, overly casual lean-in. She didn’t even need to hear them to know the script they were playing.

Aiko’s lips curled—not quite a smirk, not quite a frown.

Izuku, ever polite, nodded along, offering small responses. But his body language? Not interested. Not hostile, but firm.

He shook his head at something they said, gave a small, kind smile. Then—

His gaze lifted.

Right to her.

And his face changed.

The polite mask slipped away, replaced by something real—familiar.

Warm. Steady. Unwavering.

He smiled.

Not like he had at them. This was different.

Without hesitation, he excused himself and walked straight to her, like there had never been a choice at all.

"Ready to go?" he asked, voice easy, as if none of it mattered.

Aiko paused, studying him.

The mask—the one she had so carefully put back on—almost slipped again.

She could still feel the phantom sting of the words from earlier, the weight of the glances, the casual cruelty.

But standing here, with him?

It suddenly felt smaller.

She smirked, slipping her bag off his shoulder, her fingers brushing against the strap.

“Aw, you didn’t run off with them?” she teased, voice light, effortless. “Here I thought I was about to get dumped for some eager little fangirls.”

Izuku blinked, then let out a small chuckle.

“As if.”

Something in her chest uncoiled.

Aiko’s smirk lingered, but there was something softer beneath it.

She turned, ready to walk—

And then she felt it.

His gaze.

She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye.

Izuku was staring—not in confusion, not in amusement, but like he was seeing something.

Something he wasn’t sure how to name yet.

Then—slowly—he smiled.

Not the usual, polite kind.

Something smaller. Something more real.

And for some reason—that made her chest feel weird.

 

The ride back had been quiet. Not awkward—just...comfortable. Aiko sat beside him, occasionally checking her phone, scrolling absentmindedly, while Izuku focused on the road. Neither of them had said much since leaving the mall, but it wasn’t a bad silence. If anything, it felt like a reset.

Still, Izuku had noticed something.

She’d been off since coming back from the bathroom. Nothing obvious. Nothing anyone else would probably catch. But he had.

And he hadn’t said anything.

Not yet.

Instead, he made a small detour.

It wasn’t a fancy place. Nothing extravagant. Just a small, local arcade tucked into the corner of a shopping district. One he used to come to when he was younger. Before everything.

Before No.1 Hero Deku.

Aiko raised a brow as he pulled into the lot, tilting her head in mild curiosity. “This isn’t home.”

“Nope.” He unbuckled, tossing her a grin before stepping out. “C’mon.”

She stared at him for a moment before sighing dramatically. “Should I be worried?”

“Maybe.”

That got a snort out of her, but she followed.

The place was exactly as he remembered—loud, colorful, alive. The flashing lights of machines, the rapid clicks of buttons, the occasional whoop of victory followed by groans of defeat. The air smelled like popcorn, cheap pizza, and just a hint of nostalgia.

Aiko glanced around, lips quirking. “Didn’t peg you as an arcade guy.”

Izuku rubbed the back of his neck, a little sheepish. “I used to come here a lot when I was younger.” He shrugged. “Figured it’d be fun.”

She hummed, tapping her chin. “So…what’s the plan, champ?”

Izuku grinned. “Ever played air hockey?”

 

Turns out, Aiko was dangerous at air hockey.

“Get wrecked!” she cackled as she scored—again.

Izuku blinked, watching as the puck shot past him into the goal with perfect precision.

That was—what? The fifth time?

He narrowed his eyes. “You’ve played this before.”

Aiko smirked, resting her mallet against the table. “Maybe.”

He exhaled through his nose, amused despite himself. “You could’ve warned me.”

“And miss watching you lose? Please.”

Izuku shook his head, fighting back a grin. “Alright. Best two out of three.”

Her eyes gleamed. “Bring it, Hero.”

They bounced from game to game after that.

She destroyed him at racing. He got his revenge in basketball. They tied in DDR—somehow—and by the time they reached the claw machines, they were neck and neck.

Aiko tapped the glass, eyeing the plush inside. “That one.”

Izuku followed her gaze—a small, chubby cat plush with an aggressively neutral expression.

“Think you can get it?” she challenged.

Izuku cracked his knuckles, rolling his shoulders. “Watch and learn.”

Two minutes later, he was scowling.

Aiko was laughing.

“Oh my God—” she wheezed, gripping the machine for support. “You—pffft—you dropped it three times!”

Izuku sighed, rubbing his temples. “I swear it’s rigged.”

Aiko wiped at her eyes. “Sure, sure.”

He glanced at her.

She was still laughing—really laughing. Not a smirk. Not a chuckle. A real, genuine laugh. Her shoulders shaking, eyes crinkled, amusement radiating off of her.

And that’s when it slipped out.

“There it is.”

Aiko blinked, still catching her breath. “What?”

Izuku’s lips curled, soft and knowing.

“You finally smiled.”

Aiko stared at him.

For a moment, she didn’t say anything. Just stood there, expression unreadable.

Then—

She huffed, rolling her eyes as she looked away. “Tch. Don’t get all sentimental on me, Midoriya.”

Izuku just chuckled.

But as they walked out of the arcade, plush cat in her arms—won by him on the next try, thank you very much—he noticed something.

She hadn’t stopped smiling.

 

Days passed after that, they exchanged numbers and promised to talk if they were in the mood. Aiko stepped into her apartment, the soft click of the lock sliding into place echoing through the quiet space. She let out a sigh, rolling her shoulders as she kicked off her heels. Her feet ached , but that was the job.

Another night. Another client. Another rich asshole cheating on his wife like he was the first man to ever do it.

She made good money off of men like him, but God, they were boring . Same empty sweet-talk. Same entitled hands. Same I don’t love her anymore, but the divorce would be too messy bullshit.

‘Whatever.’

She peeled off her dress and tossed it onto the nearest chair, swapping it for a loose tank top and the softest pair of shorts she owned. Comfort over style any day. Running a hand through her hair, she wandered into the kitchen, opening the fridge with no real plan in mind.

‘What to eat, what to eat…’

She pulled out some ingredients and started chopping, the rhythmic thunk thunk thunk filling the silence as she worked. Cooking was second nature, something to do when her mind wandered.

Her eyes flicked to her phone on the counter.

It was quiet.

Too quiet.

She ignored it for a few minutes, stirring the pan with one hand, but her other drummed absentmindedly against the counter. Then—

‘Oh, fuck it.’

She grabbed her phone, tapping out a message before she could second-guess herself.

Aiko: Hey, you busy?

A few minutes passed, the sound of sizzling filling the room as she kept stirring.

Then her phone buzzed.

Izuku: At work, why?

Her lips curled into a smirk.

Aiko: Made too much dinner, want some?

There was a pause.

Izuku: If I’m not a bother, sure.

Aiko rolled her eyes. Such a polite little hero.

Aiko: Cool. Bring wine. Expensive one. I know you can afford it.

She placed her phone down and turned back to the stove, but the shift in her mood was undeniable.

 

Meanwhile in the chaotic world of our green-haired hero “Expensive wine… expensive wine…” Izuku muttered under his breath, phone still in hand.

He’d barely looked up from the message before turning to a nearby officer on patrol. “Sorry — uh — do you know any places around here that sell good wine?”

The man raised a brow but nodded toward a shop down the block. Izuku thanked him with an awkward grin, already speed-walking in that direction.

An hour later, the apartment was filled with warmth and the clink of cutlery.

Izuku sat at the table, taking a bite—and immediately pausing. He blinked, then took another, slower this time.

"This is...really good," he admitted. "Like, really good."

"Yeah?" Aiko leaned her chin in her hand, watching him with quiet amusement. "Didn't peg you for a picky eater."

"I’m not, but this tastes healthy and still full of flavor. Which is kinda rare." He grinned. "Not gonna lie, I expected instant ramen or something."

Aiko gasped in mock offense. "Excuse you, I am a woman of many talents, cooking included."

Izuku chuckled, shaking his head as he kept eating. She smiled, letting the compliment soak in without comment. The sweet and sour balance of the dish mirrored the moment—comforting and just sharp enough to keep things interesting.

Then his phone buzzed.

Izuku glanced at the screen… and groaned.

His whole face scrunched like he’d just read something mortifying. “Oh no.”

Aiko arched a brow. “What?”

Before he could answer, she snatched the phone clean out of his hand, ignoring his sputter of protest.

Her eyes skimmed the screen — and then she barked a laugh.

“‘ Deku Romantic Dinner Date?! ’” she read aloud, voice pitching up in mock-dramatic flair. “‘ Who Has Captured the Heart of the No. 1?! ’ Oh, oh, this one’s my favorite— ‘ A Girl Is About to Get Real Lucky Tonight .’”

She tossed the phone back at him, snorting.

Izuku buried his face in his hands. “I just wanted to buy a bottle of wine. Why is everything a headline…”

Aiko grinned, teasing glint in her eye. “Didn’t know you were trying to seduce me, hero.”

She giggled, dragging her fingertip along the rim of her glass. “Expensive wine, warm candlelight, homemade dinner…” She exhaled dramatically. “Izuku Midoriya, are you courting me?”

Izuku’s entire face burned. “Aiko— stop that!

She just laughed, raising her wine glass. “Well, since you are apparently seducing me, at least let me enjoy the moment.” She flashed a wink. “Cheers, lover boy .”

Izuku groaned as he clinked his glass against hers, knowing full well she wouldn’t let him live this down.

 

The soft clatter of dishes and the sound of running water filled the kitchen. Aiko stood at the sink, soaping the plates while Izuku rinsed them clean and placed them on the drying rack.

“See, team effort.” Aiko smirked as she handed him another plate. “We do make a good pair.”

Izuku chuckled. “You say that like I don’t do my own dishes.”

“Oh, I believe you,” Aiko teased. “Just not without struggle.”

Izuku gasped in mock offense. “Hey! I am perfectly capable—”

Splat.

A stray blob of soap suds smacked against his cheek.

Silence.

Aiko froze, her eyes flicking from his face to her hands in slow realization.

Then—

A snort.

Then a full-blown laugh as she doubled over the sink, barely supporting herself. “Oh my—” she wheezed. “It—it just— pffft!

Izuku deadpanned, wiping the soap off his cheek with the slow resignation of a man who had seen battle and lost. “You think that’s funny, huh?”

“Oh, absolutely.” Aiko wiped a tear from her eye. “Priceless.”

Izuku hummed. Then, without warning, he dipped his hand under the faucet, gathered a handful of soapy water—

And flicked it right at her face.

Aiko gasped.

“Oh, it’s on.

A full minute of chaos ensued. Soap suds flew, hands darted, and the kitchen echoed with laughter and squeals as they both tried to dodge and retaliate. Aiko flicked soapy water at his hair, Izuku retaliated with a full-hand wipe across her arm. It wasn’t until the counter was drenched and both of them were out of breath that they finally called a truce, laughing as they leaned against the counter.

Izuku exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck as he turned to grab a towel—

And immediately turned away.

Aiko raised an eyebrow. “What?”

Silence.

She was about to ask again when she felt it.

The cool air against her skin. The way her shirt clung to her frame.

…The fact that it was now completely see-through.

Aiko blinked. Looked down.

Oh.

Her black bra was now very visible beneath her soaked white shirt.

She should’ve been embarrassed. But when she glanced back at Izuku—at how his ears burned red, how he kept his head turned so hard she thought he might strain something—

She grinned.

“Oh?” She took a step forward, voice dripping with amusement. “Something wrong, Midoriya?”

Izuku visibly tensed. “N-nothing.”

Aiko hummed, leaning in slightly. “You sure?”

“Very.”

She chuckled, shaking her head as she grabbed a towel and very slowly patted herself dry—just to mess with him.

Izuku muttered something under his breath and bolted out of the kitchen.

Aiko cackled.

A few minutes later, the atmosphere shifted as Aiko leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching as Izuku adjusted the container of food she all but shoved into his hands.

“You didn’t have to—”

“You’re a growing boy.” She smirked. “And I made too much.”

Izuku huffed a laugh, shaking his head but not arguing further. He shifted his grip on the container, looking up at her. “Thanks again for dinner. I—” He hesitated for a second before smiling. “I had a great time.”

She tilted her head. “Even after the soap war?”

He groaned, rubbing a hand down his face. “I’m never trusting you near dish soap again.”

She laughed, leaning just slightly into the doorframe. “I make no promises.”

A soft silence settled between them, neither in a rush to end the night, but eventually, Izuku sighed and stepped back.

“I’ll see you later?”

Aiko nodded. “Yeah. Get home safe, Izuku.”

He gave a small wave before turning toward the elevator. She watched as the doors slid open, as he stepped inside, glancing at her one last time before the doors shut.

The second they did, Aiko exhaled and closed her door.

It was quiet.

Too quiet.

She turned, eyes scanning the space—the dining table, now missing a second plate, the kitchen counter, where stray bubbles from their earlier mess had dried. Even the couch felt emptier without someone else lounging there, absentmindedly scrolling through their phone while she finished up in the kitchen.

Her apartment had always been her own. A place of comfort, of solitude. But now...

Something about the emptiness felt different.

She lingered in the quiet for a moment longer before shaking her head and pushing off the door. With a stretch, she made her way to her room, crawling into bed and pulling the blankets over her.

Tomorrow was another day.

 

Weekend came around as Aiko weaved through the bustling streets, her jacket slung lazily over her shoulders, one hand casually holding a long grocery list while the other spun a pen between her fingers.

She sighed, skimming through the list again. ‘This is way too much for one trip’. She knew better than to put off grocery shopping, yet here she was, cursing herself for letting things pile up. Maybe she’d just grab the essentials and have the rest delivered.

Just as she was debating her next move, a commotion up ahead pulled her attention.

A small crowd had gathered in the market square, the noise and flashing cameras making it obvious—a hero event. Not a huge one, just some rookie’s big debut. A large banner hung above the temporary stage, proudly displaying the hero’s name alongside a few brand logos. The guy himself stood front and center, wearing a custom-tailored suit over his hero costume, microphone in hand, grinning like he’d already made it big.

Aiko’s lips curled slightly. ‘Ah. One of those guys.’

Even from a distance, she could tell the speech was more marketing than heroism. The way he kept slipping in mentions of his merch, his future sponsorships, and his exclusive, limited-time training courses made it painfully clear what kind of hero he was.

Money, fame, image. She’d seen it all before. She was about to turn away when a familiar sight stopped her in her tracks.

A cap—plain, pulled low. Beneath it, tufts of green hair peeked out, and below that, a cheek marred by a faint but familiar scar.

Izuku?

She blinked, making sure her eyes weren’t playing tricks on her. Nope, it was definitely him. And— oh?

He was scribbling furiously in a notebook, completely absorbed, muttering to himself without a care for the crowd. His lips moved just barely, his voice too quiet for the average person to catch, but Aiko didn’t need to hear him to know exactly what was happening.

Oh, this is cute.

She stepped closer, silently positioning herself beside him, tilting her head just enough to peek at the scrawled notes. The pages were already filled with cramped writing, diagrams, and what looked like counters to potential weaknesses.

"—self-promotion isn’t inherently bad, but it shouldn’t overshadow credibility. If a hero prioritizes their brand over the actual work , then their foundation is unstable—"

Aiko raised a brow. Oh, he’s really into this.

She smirked. He hadn’t even noticed her yet. Should I say something? Or…

Maybe she should have a little fun first.

Casually, she leaned in a little closer, just enough that their arms nearly brushed. Then, in a soft, teasing voice, she whispered,

“You know, most people show up to these things for fun. You’re out here running a full investigation.”

Izuku jumped.

A startled sound escaped him, muffled only by the palm he slapped over his mouth. He whirled toward the voice, notebook hugged to his chest like it had betrayed him.

“A-Aiko?”

She grinned, eyes dancing. “You really didn’t notice me sneak up on you? And here I thought heroes had lightning-fast reflexes.”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “I like seeing how newer heroes present themselves. What gear they’re using, their movement habits, public comfort levels—stuff like that. It’s… kind of a habit. That guy’s whole presentation is style over substance. Flashy debut, but no real grounding in support systems or rescue infrastructure.”

Aiko raised an eyebrow. “So… he’s pretty, but he couldn’t save a cat in a tree without calling for backup?”

“Pretty much” Izuku muttered, scribbling another note with half a frown.

She glanced at his scribbled notes. “You profiling them or writing a review?”

Izuku gave a soft laugh. “Bit of both?”

She hummed like she didn’t believe a word. “Well, either way. Very sexy of you.”

Izuku nearly choked on air.

She rolled her eyes but didn’t walk away. Instead, she stuck beside him, curiosity tugging at her despite herself.

“Alright, then show me,” she said, nodding toward one of the booths. “Teach me something.”

He blinked. “You want me to—uh—okay, sure.”

And just like that, they started wandering together. Izuku pointed out things she’d never think twice about—how a particular hero’s gloves were designed to minimize recoil, or how one stance exposed a critical weak point. He explained how subtle adjustments in posture could reveal training styles or schools of thought.

Aiko mostly nodded, sometimes asking a question just to keep him going. Half of it flew over her head, but the way he lit up while talking? That part was easy to follow.

“So what you’re saying,” Aiko said at one point, holding up a can of promotional soda with the rookie’s face on it, “is that this guy has the aesthetic of a top-tier hero, but the internal structure of soggy toast?”

Izuku tried very hard not to laugh and failed.

They paused near a merch stand where she spotted a tiny All Might keychain—big-headed, plush-bodied, and honestly kind of ridiculous.

Without thinking, she picked it up and held it out.

“Here. This looks like it belongs on your backpack.”

He blinked, then laughed. “It’s cute. You didn’t have to—”

“Didn’t” she said, handing it to him anyway. “I wanted to.”

He gave her a look she couldn’t quite read, then pocketed the plush carefully like it was something valuable. The silence that followed wasn’t awkward—just... calm.

A beat passed.

“Hey,” Izuku said, glancing around. “I didn’t mean to take up your whole afternoon. You were doing something, right? I should’ve let you go sooner.”

She gave him a look. “Then pay me back.”

He blinked. “Pay you?”

She raised a brow and a smirk. “By being my human shopping cart.”

He gave her a sheepish smile. “Deal.”

She walked ahead, list back in hand, her voice light over her shoulder.

“C’mon, hero. Let’s see if you’re strong enough to survive in the produce aisle.”

A small smile tugged at his lips as he fell into step beside her, no protest needed.

They didn’t talk much on the way to the market. But the quiet felt fine.

 

To some degree he felt helpless, after a whole week of being himself Izuku groaned, sprawled flat on the rooftop, staring up at the quiet night sky.

The stars did nothing to help.

He dragged a hand over his face, muttering to himself. “Why is this so complicated?”

It wasn’t a hero problem. Not some dark new villain or One For All flaring out of control. No, this one had absolutely nothing to do with saving people.

It had everything to do with her .

Aiko.

Ever since that random convention run-in, she kept popping into his head. The smirk, the way she leaned in like she knew exactly what she was doing. The casual way she handed him that dumb keychain like it didn’t mean anything. The way she listened—actually listened—when he talked about heroes.

He kind of wanted to message her. Just… say hi. Ask how she was doing.

Would that be weird?

God, yeah, that’s probably weird.

A siren wailed in the distance, slicing through his internal monologue. His earpiece buzzed to life, alerting him to a high-speed pursuit a few blocks away.

Grateful for the distraction, Izuku launched off the roof.

Seconds later, the chase ended with a screech of tires. Izuku stood in front of a dented car, winded but steady, having yanked the two men from behind the wheel moments before impact. The police arrived right behind him, lights washing everything in red and blue.

One officer jogged over, a woman around his age, maybe a little older, holding a tablet.

“Statement?” she asked, slightly breathless.

He nodded and recounted the events quickly, efficiently. As she logged it in, something itched at the back of his mind.

“Hey, um,” he cleared his throat. “Can I ask you something? It’s not—uh, hero-related.”

The officer blinked, half-curious, half-amused. “Sure?”

“If a guy just… texts a girl, out of nowhere. No reason. Is that—creepy?”

She tilted her head. “Depends. Is the guy being a weirdo about it?”

He blinked. “I—I don’t think so?”

“Then no. Text her.”

He hesitated a moment longer, then pulled out his phone.

Izuku: Hey

 

Across the city, the light in an apartment flickered soft gold against the dark skyline. The curtains billowed gently as a woman stepped out onto the balcony, fingers tightening the loose tie of her silk robe. Her skin caught the faint moonlight—shoulders bare, the robe slipping just off one hip, hanging more like a suggestion than clothing.

A soft snore echoed from inside.

She didn’t need to look to know who it was. Some middle-aged executive type. Kind eyes, expensive watch, nerves that made him come in too quick and apologize for it like she hadn’t seen worse a dozen times over.

He’d saved up. Called ahead. Asked for her like she was a dream he couldn’t believe had a number.

It wasn’t the worst. But it wasn’t exciting.

She exhaled through her nose, leaning on the railing, letting the cool air touch her chest, her throat. Her gaze drifted across the skyline with mild boredom when a vibration buzzed against the balcony table.

She glanced down.

Izuku: Hey

A small smile curled her lips.

Aiko: Hey

A pause.

Izuku: You busy?

She glanced back inside at the snoring man, then turned back to the city.

Aiko: Not really. Could use someone to talk to actually.

Izuku: Rough day?

Aiko: Boring more like. Yours?

Izuku: Kinda weird. Got lectured by a cop and stopped a car from crashing into a cafe.

Aiko: That is so you.

Izuku: What’s that supposed to mean?

Aiko: Nothing. Just picturing you all serious and heroic while I’m standing here wondering if I should’ve charged extra for a man who lasted ten minutes.

There was a long pause on his end. Aiko chuckled to herself.

Izuku stared at the message on his phone, mouth slightly open.

"…Ten minutes?" he muttered to himself, brows furrowing as he sat on the edge of his bed. The mental image came uninvited—and immediately, he wished it hadn’t.

He ran a hand through his hair, letting out a quiet breath.

He respected her, really. He understood her job. But knowing—no, hearing —she was with someone right now? Even if it was just another forgettable night for her…

He didn't like it. Not in an angry way. Not possessive.

Just…

Something in his chest twisted in a way that surprised him.

Izuku looked at the screen again. Still typing, still talking to him even while she was technically working.

That meant something, didn’t it?

He shook the thought off, willing his pulse to calm down. Get a grip, Midoriya. She’s just being nice.

Still, it took him a second longer than usual to start typing again.

 

Aiko: You still alive?

Izuku: I just choked on my own breath. Give me a second.

She laughed, head falling back slightly, hair catching in the breeze.

Aiko: You text everyone like this?

Izuku: No. Just you.

Another pause.

Izuku: That’s not weird, right?

She stared at the screen for a moment, that soft smile returning.

Aiko: Nah. Kinda nice, actually.

The man inside shifted, mumbling something unintelligible before turning over.

Aiko stayed where she was, screen dimmed in her hand, night air curling around her.

She didn’t feel like going back in just yet.

Not while the conversation was still open.

 

A few days later, Aiko was back at Izuku’s cottage. She’d mentioned it over text—something offhand like, “Hope you don’t mind if I drop by Sunday. I’ve been craving silence and bad coffee.” He said yes before he could think twice.

Now it was midday, the early light cutting across the wooden floors of his kitchen, and somehow she’d ended up cooking.

Well— somehow was a lie.

She walked in, found his fridge depressing, and declared, “I refuse to let you survive on energy drinks and stubbornness.” she then smiles “I’ll make katsudon. You buy eggs. Deal?”

Who was he to say no to Katsudon?

Izuku stood across from her now, leaning against the counter, still a bit dazed.

It might’ve had something to do with the fact she was wearing his hoodie. Oversized on her, sleeves swallowing her hands, hood falling half off her head. She’d tugged it on without asking, found it draped over a chair like it had been waiting for her. And she looked...damn good in it. Bare legs, messy hair, that sleepy-eyed confidence that came from being way too comfortable in someone else’s space.

He had to remind himself to breathe.

“You know this place is sad, right?” she said casually, stirring something in a pan that smelled far too good for a throw-together meal.

Izuku blinked, pulled from his own head. “Sad?”

“Like... clinically bland.”

He frowned. “It’s not bland . It’s simple. Functional.”

“You mean joyless.”

“I mean I don’t have time to obsess over throw pillows.”

Aiko turned, lifted an unimpressed eyebrow, then dramatically waved a spoon in a full circle.

“This” she said, tone flat, “isn’t a home. It’s a mildly upgraded safehouse.”

“You just gestured to everything ,” he deadpanned.

“Exactly.”

He threw his hands up. “I have decor! There’s a cactus!”

“The cactus is dying.”

“It’s not dying. It’s... thriving in a quiet, introverted way.”

She walked over to it, inspected it, then looked back at him with the face of someone who knew a lie when she heard it. “It looks suicidal.”

“Okay, rude.”

“You need color, Midoriya. Texture. Maybe a lamp that doesn’t look like it came from a garage sale slash hostage situation.”

“I like that lamp.”

She gave him a look that said, Exactly my point.

Then she turned back to the stove, hoodie swaying a little as she moved. She stirred with lazy confidence, barefoot and at ease in a way that was far too disarming. The soft cotton of the hoodie clung to her hips for a second before shifting again. Izuku’s brain short-circuited for the third time since she walked in.

He cleared his throat, grasping for a safer topic. “You really think I need decor?”

“Absolutely. After this, we’re going out.”

“To buy throw pillows?”

“To buy personality . Because next time I come over, I expect this place to look like someone lives here, not like it’s being staged for a low-budget crime drama.”

He grumbled something incoherent under his breath and grabbed a plate for her.

She turned again, smiling faintly. “Thanks for letting me crash here, by the way.”

“Anytime” he said before he could stop himself.

Their eyes caught for a second. Something warm, unspoken, flickered there—but it didn’t stay long. Aiko broke it first, turning back to her cooking.

“Good,” she said. “Because once we’re done redecorating, I’m raiding your hoodies.”

“You already are.”

She smirked without looking back. “You let me.”

He couldn’t argue with that.

As she stirred something over the stove, Izuku leaned against the counter, watching her in quiet amusement. His eyes wandered from the oversized hoodie she’d claimed as her own, down to her bare legs, and finally up to the mess of a knot she’d attempted with her hair.

Well— attempted was being generous.

“Your hair’s gonna fall into the pot like that,” he said casually. “You tied it too loose.”

Aiko didn’t even look at him. “It’s fine.”

“It’s barely holding on,” he muttered, stepping a little closer. “You want me to fix it?”

That earned him a glance. One brow arched. “You know how to tie hair, Hero?”

“My mom made me practice on hers when I was little,” he said, already reaching toward the drawer. “She didn’t want me to grow up useless.”

He came back with a fresh tie. Aiko stood still for a beat, then shrugged—curious now. “Alright. Let’s see what those childhood lessons earned you.”

She turned her back to him and tilted her head slightly forward. Her hair had a natural wave, soft and warm under his fingers as he gathered it up. He worked carefully, fingers steady, gentle. The domesticity of it made something in his chest feel strange.

Aiko didn’t say a word at first.

Not until he smoothed the final twist in place and stepped back.

“You’re dangerous” she muttered, her voice lower than before. She glanced at the neatly folded towel on the counter, then up at him. “Keep this up and I’ll start thinking you’re boyfriend material.”

Izuku blinked.

Then turned red. “I was just… it was going to fall into the—”

“Mmhm,” she hummed, already turning back to the stove. “Sure, Hero .”



She kept her promise as 2 hours later the smell of fresh wood and overpriced candles filled the boutique furniture store. Aiko walked a few steps ahead, hand skimming along the edge of a shelf lined with decorative ceramics, all while muttering critiques under her breath.

“Mid-century modern, my ass,” she said. “This is just expensive plywood with legs.”

Izuku followed behind, half amused, half confused by how passionate someone could be about armchairs.

“Maybe we should start with the couch?” he offered.

“No. We start with the rug. The soul of the room,” she said, as if it were obvious.

She was still in his hoodie, sleeves pushed up, hair loosely tied, and every bit the woman who belonged in a cottage just to ruin its minimalism on principle. Izuku found himself watching her more than the furniture.

People stared too.

At first, he didn’t think much of it. He was used to the side-eyes, the double takes, the whispers. The cost of being public. But when they reached the section with display couches, the air shifted. He noticed someone hovering near the entrance, phone in hand. A few more glances. Then whispers louder than before.

“Is that...?”

“Looks like him... Deku, right?”

Aiko glanced over her shoulder once. Just a flick of her eyes. She didn’t stop walking.

But then came the voice. Not hostile. Not loud. Just... sharp enough to slice through the room.

“Wait, are you Deku?” the guy asked, stepping closer, phone now lowered.

Izuku turned, polite smile already in place. “Uh, yeah. Hi.”

“Oh man, that’s awesome! Didn’t expect to see you here. Hey—uh,” the guy’s gaze slid sideways, landing on Aiko, “is she with you?”

Before Izuku could answer, the guy lowered his voice—barely—but not low enough.

“I mean no offense, really, but... you know she’s, like, an escort, right? It’d suck if that got out. For someone like you, I mean.”

Aiko froze.

There was no dramatic gasp, no flinch. Just a pause. Like a breath held too long. Her hand dropped from the shelf. Her face gave nothing away, but Izuku could feel something close off beside him. A wall going up. A part of her that didn’t usually show.

She knew how this went. Word gets around. It was a job, and she’d long made peace with the reputation. But this— his reputation—getting caught in the fallout... that was different.

She opened her mouth to say something. To explain. To walk off. She wasn’t sure yet.

But Izuku beat her to it.

He smiled—soft, patient, like someone who heard what was really being said.

“Yeah, I know,” he said simply.

Izuku just shrugged, hands in his pockets. “I know what she does for work. And I don’t mind.” He said it so plainly , so effortlessly, that the guy looked genuinely confused.

Izuku continued, voice light but firm. “She could be a maid, a babysitter, someone who takes out the trash, or yeah, even a prostitute.” He glanced at her, his green eyes warm with quiet understanding. “It doesn’t change who she is. I like spending time with her.” Then, with a grin, he added, “Besides—she’s an amazing cook.”

Aiko’s breath caught in her throat.

The fan just stared at him, like his brain had short-circuited. He had expected something else—awkwardness, embarrassment, maybe even denial.

Not this .

Not Izuku Midoriya—the purest idiot alive—brushing it off like it was nothing .

The guy hesitated. “Oh. Uh… okay, I guess?”

A beat passed. The fan awkwardly laughed, murmured something about not meaning offense, and backed away.

Aiko finally snapped out of her daze, smirking as she elbowed Izuku in the ribs. “Damn right I’m an amazing cook. Still not getting out of rug shopping.”

He grinned. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

But something lingered.

As they walked deeper in the store, Aiko stole a glance at Izuku—the kindest, most infuriatingly sincere man she had ever met.

He hadn’t hesitated. Not for a second.

She had spent so long building walls, always prepared for people to see her as less . But Izuku? He had never once looked at her that way.

And for the first time in a long time, Aiko felt something foreign and unsettling settle in her chest.

Something warm.

Something terrifying.

And honestly?

Maybe something she didn’t mind.

They walked in silence for a while, bags in hand, the sun dipping low behind the skyline. The city buzzed around them, but it all felt muted somehow. Like the moment didn’t want to be interrupted.

Aiko glanced sideways at him. His hair was a little messy from the wind, his sleeves pushed up, revealing forearms dusted in faint scars. He looked tired—but calm. Content.

“Y’know,” she said, her voice lighter than her thoughts, “you’re annoyingly safe.”

Izuku looked over at her, brows raised. “Safe?”

She smirked. “Yeah. Predictable. Solid. The kind of guy no one warns you about because you’re too busy thinking, ‘oh, he’s harmless.’”

He hummed, as if considering that. Then, without missing a beat, he said, “And you’re dangerous in a way I don’t want to run from.”

The words hit before she was ready for them.

Her steps faltered—not by much, just enough for him to notice.

Her smirk twitched, almost fading. “You’ve been hanging around me too long.”

“Maybe” he said. “Or maybe I just meant it.”

Aiko didn’t look at him right away. She kept walking, let the breeze carry away whatever smartass reply she might’ve thrown out. For a second, her heart thudded louder than the street noise.

Then she exhaled, low and amused. “Careful, Midoriya. Say things like that, and a girl might start thinking you mean it.”

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t.”

Another pause.

She gave a soft snort, shook her head, and bumped his arm with hers. “Great. Now you’re being all profound and sincere. What’s next, candlelit dinners?”

“I mean” he said casually “if that’s what it takes to keep you from stealing my hoodies...”

That earned a real laugh from her. “You liked it when I stole them.”

“Maybe.”

They didn’t say much after that. They didn’t need to.

Something had shifted, just slightly—something real.

And neither of them tried to pretend they hadn’t noticed.

 

The reunion was meant to be casual. Something simple, something warm. Just a gathering of familiar faces over hot food and laughter that echoed the halls of U.A. days. Right now, only a handful had made it—Izuku sat with Ochaco, Iida, and Todoroki at a corner booth, while Bakugo and Kirishima were off arguing with a tablet at the ordering station.

But Izuku?

His mind wasn’t there.

It was... somewhere else. Or more accurately, with someone else.

Aiko.

It had been happening more often lately—his thoughts drifting back to her when he wasn’t paying attention. Which was more frequent than he’d like to admit. She just had this way of slipping into his head uninvited. Like how she’d curl up in his hoodie, or the smug grin she’d flash when she caught him stealing glances. The teasing. The way she cooked like she owned his kitchen. The way she talked like she didn’t care—but listened like she absolutely did.

What were they, even?

From an escort accidentally knocking on his door... to this. A soft kind of presence. A comfort. A little chaos too.

He hadn’t really thought about it until now. Not seriously. Not out loud.

“Izuku.”

A sharp slap cupped both sides of his face.

He blinked—startled—meeting Ochaco’s unimpressed eyes as her palms still gently squished his cheeks. “Hellooo? You’re spacing out.”

He pulled back quickly. “S-Sorry, I just...”

“You’ve been staring at your water for the past five minutes” she pointed out, sitting back with a huff. “And smiling like a lovesick dork.”

Iida adjusted his glasses, concerned. “Are you unwell, Midoriya? Should we call Recovery Girl?”

“It’s not like that” he rushed to say, waving his hands. “I wasn’t—I’m fine. Really.”

Ochaco squinted, elbowing him. “Be honest. It’s a girl, isn’t it?”

“No!” he blurted, too fast. “I wasn’t even thinking of A—”

Silence.

Just one letter.

One letter too far.

Ochaco’s eyes widened.

“So it is about a girl!”

“Oh no” Izuku whispered, dread blooming as two shadows loomed over him.

“Did someone say girl?” Mina’s sing-song voice chimed behind him.

“You didn’t tell us you were seeing someone!” Toru added, practically materializing beside her.

“I’m not—!” he tried, but it was too late. He was cornered. Mina had pulled out a chair. Toru had already slid into the booth.

“Who is she? Is she hot?” Mina leaned in.

“Blond? Brunette? Quirk?” Toru fired off.

Iida tried, half-heartedly, to restore order. “Perhaps we should give Midoriya space to answer one question at a time—”

Mina ignored Iida and leaned in. “Do you text often?”

“It’s not—she’s just—” he started, already pink in the ears.

Toru laughed. “Oh my god they do. That’s serious.”

Ochaco grinned. “Does she cook for you?”

“I—sometimes. It’s not like that,” he muttered. But the warmth was there. That familiar, traitorous smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Todoroki finally spoke, as calm as ever. “If she cooks well, I’d like to meet her.”

Izuku groaned, burying his face in his hands.

And yet… he didn’t deny it.

“…so, hypothetically,” Izuku started after the initial storm had passed—Mina was sipping from someone’s drink, and Toru was finishing up her third round of questions—“if there was someone, like… a girl, and I was wondering what the next step could be—what would that even look like?”

The table quieted slightly—not dramatically, but enough that it felt like they all actually heard him this time.

Ochaco blinked. “Wait, hypothetically ?”

“Yes,” he said firmly.

“Sure,” Mina grinned. “Totally hypothetical. Like, zero chance you’re talking about mystery-she-on-my-mind lady.”

“I—she—can we not call her that?”

“Fine,” Toru said with a mock sigh. “Let’s just say… totally not-future-Midoriya.”

Izuku gave her a look.

She smiled sweetly.

“Okay, so,” Mina leaned in, already plotting. “Flashy works if you’re trying to impress. Big gesture. Confetti cannon. Karaoke with coordinated dance number.”

Izuku blinked. “What?”

Toru chimed in, ignoring the horror on his face. “Or go cute! Simple but heartfelt. Like a handmade gift. Maybe matching mugs. Or a playlist. Or an omelette with a heart—”

“I don’t even know if she likes my own cooking” he mumbled, overwhelmed.

“It’s hypothetical,” Mina stage-whispered. “She’ll eat it in theory.”

Iida, bless him, tried to keep order. “I believe the underlying question is about comfort, yes? How close is too close, and how do you recognize that boundary?”

Izuku nodded gratefully. “Yeah. That. Like, what’s okay? When do you know it’s not too much ?”

Todoroki spoke up, finally, setting down his drink. “Stay the way you are.”

The table turned to him.

“Wait, what?” Mina frowned. “That’s your advice?”

Todoroki nodded once. “If she’s still around—and you’re still comfortable—then what you’re doing is already working.”

Izuku looked at him, mouth slightly open, and then said quietly, “But it doesn’t feel like enough.”

A moment passed. No teasing. Just silence.

He rubbed at the back of his neck. “I trust her. I really do. But whatever this is… it’s like we’re just circling something. Like something’s missing. I just don’t know what it is.”

Todoroki looked at him—measured, calm, as always.

“Then ask yourself,” he said, “what you want this to be. Not what we’d call it. Not what people think it looks like. Just… what you want. If something feels missing, don’t wait for her to fill the space. You decide what belongs there.”

Izuku stared at him.

Not because it was profound—though it kind of was—but because, coming from Todoroki, it felt even heavier. Simple. Straightforward. No drama.

Mina tapped her fingers on the table thoughtfully. “Damn. That was kinda poetic.”

“Thanks” Todoroki said, sipping his tea.

“What I want it to be” Izuku repeated under his breath, more to himself than anyone else. Izuku sat with that for a moment.

The noise around him—Mina poking at her phone, Iida straightening the cutlery, Tooru talking about someone’s new costume upgrade—faded to the background. Not gone. Just… softer.

Like everything outside that thought had dulled.

What did he want?

What was missing?

He didn’t need a name for it. Not yet. But he knew one thing: it wasn’t just about affection. It was about trust. About a space. A gesture. Something small that said, you matter here .

“Midoriya?” Ochaco asked, leaning across the table. “You okay? You’ve got that ‘trying not to overthink’ face again.”

He blinked out of it. “Yeah. Just… thinking.”

Mina smirked. “If it’s about your mystery girl, go with something classic. Rose petals, maybe a rooftop dinner. Ooh, maybe both.”

Tooru leaned forward. “Or—hear me out—take her to a theme park and confess during fireworks.”

“Those both sound expensive,” Kirishima chimed in as he and Bakugo dropped off drinks. “But, y’know, manly. Kinda.”

Izuku nodded faintly then his phone buzzed.

He glanced down.

Aiko: Out of eggs and butter. Bring some over, and I’ll let you have the last of my ice cream.

He blinked. Then—smiled. Just a little.

Ochaco leaned over to peek. “Ohoho… that her?”

He shoved the phone back into his pocket, ears pink.

“Totally hypothetical” Toru grinned.

Maybe.

But something still nudged at him.

The rest of the night played out like any reunion should—laughs, old stories, food that came out too slow, someone accidentally spilling a drink. But for all the noise and teasing, Izuku felt… quiet inside.

Not in a bad way. Just… clear.

So when the evening wound down and goodbyes were exchanged, that thought was still there. Steady. Real.

 

That day stayed with him.

But something else had started growing in its place. A thought. A choice. One that hadn’t gone away no matter how many patrols or reports he buried himself in.

Something that could either break whatever he and Aiko had—or solidify it.

And now, here he was.

Izuku stood in the middle of the store, staring down at the small object in his hand like it was the most important decision of his life.

It wasn’t flashy.

But it was something.

Something that said: this space, this part of my life—you're welcome here .

He could still back out. Walk away, pretend he never thought about it. But that didn’t feel right. Aiko had been in his space, his life, for long enough that her presence no longer felt like an intrusion—it felt like a part of it.

And if he was being honest with himself…

He didn’t want her to leave.

With that, he made his choice.

Dinner was warm. Soft music filtered through the background, a mellow tune Aiko liked. The kind of quiet that didn’t need filling.

Izuku had cooked her favorite and lit those little warm-toned backyard lights they bought, which she claimed were unnecessary but cute .

They sat across from each other under the darkening sky, soft yellow glows twinkling above, a candle flickering between their plates. The food was perfect. The setting, cozy. The air, just shy of something.

Izuku, however, was acting like he’d swallowed a time bomb.

He kept fidgeting. Fork tapping. Fingers brushing hair out of his eyes every ten seconds. His eyes would lift to hers—then drop just as fast, like he was afraid he’d combust if he got caught.

Aiko finally leaned back in her chair, sipping her drink, eyes never leaving him.

“Okay,” she said, tone casual. “You’re either about to propose, confess to a federal crime, or tell me I forgot to lock the stove. Which is it?”

He flinched.

“I—what? No, I—” Izuku stammered, then cleared his throat, clearly flustered. “I’m not proposing.”

“Could’ve fooled me” she muttered into her glass, amused.

Izuku inhaled slowly and pushed his chair back, just enough to reach into his pocket. His hand emerged with a small black box. He didn’t open it right away—he just stared at it in his palm, as if that might talk for him.

Her teasing faded.

Aiko straightened slightly. Her brows drew together, lips parting, but she said nothing. She waited.

He finally slid the box across the table. Quiet. Careful.

No words. Just the sound of crickets in the grass and the pulse that suddenly beat at the base of Aiko’s throat.

She eyed it like it might bite her. Then, slowly, she opened it.

Inside was a key.

Just… a simple, silver key.

Her heart skipped. Then dropped. Then kicked up again in a confused, stupid rhythm.

She stared at it for a long moment, no longer teasing. No longer smirking. Just… still.

A million thoughts crossed her mind—but none of them louder than the warmth that spread, uninvited, in her chest.

Izuku looked like he was bracing for impact.

“It’s not… anything big,” he mumbled. “It’s just a spare key. To my house.”

Aiko didn’t respond. She just kept staring at it.

“I mean,” he continued, rambling now, “you’re here a lot. And you’ve cooked for me more times than I can count. And honestly, you’re the reason my place doesn’t look like a hero bachelor cave anymore, and I just—” He swallowed. “I trust you.”

Her fingers brushed the key’s surface.

It was just a key. Small. Ordinary. But it felt like a promise she hadn’t expected to be offered.

That was what this was. Not romantic. Not flashy. Not some grand gesture. But quietly, painfully honest.

He trusted her.

Aiko’s throat felt tight.

After everything—who she was, what she did, the mess of her world—he still looked at her like this made sense. Like she made sense. Like she was allowed to be part of his space without asking.

She picked up the key, turned it over in her fingers. It felt heavier than it should. Warm from the box. Warm from meaning.

She looked up at him.

“Don’t blame me” she said, voice quieter than usual, “if I start replacing your cereal with the sugary kind.”

Izuku’s laugh was instant. A little too loud. A little too relieved.

“That’s fine” he said, voice cracking around a smile. “Just don’t throw out the miso.”

Aiko rolled her eyes but pocketed the key.

Across the table, Izuku was still pink in the ears—but when he looked at her now, he didn’t look away.

Not this time.

Notes:

And that's a wrap!

Hoped you guys liked it and like the direction I'm going with the story and I hope it still feels the same Aiko as it did in part 1 but somewhat fleshed out.

That's all I got see you in the next one

Chapter 51: Satisfaction: Not Just Once

Summary:

Ryuko never forgot the night she shared with Izuku. It awakened something she thought she’d never have—a true connection, something real. Now that he’s back, and the feelings haven’t faded, all it takes is one moment to bring everything crashing back. This time, she’s not holding back. Not anymore.

Notes:

And here we are with Satisfaction part 2 and yes base on the summary it's a Ryukyu x Izuku. Hoped you enjoy this

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

The sound of the door locking echoed faintly as Izuku left to get his gear checked and something about a bed, the quiet click followed by the muffled hum of his engine rolling down the street.

Moe Kamiji stood barefoot in her kitchen, bleary-eyed, wearing nothing but an old shirt and a loose pair of shorts. The sun was barely up, and she hadn’t even had her first sip of coffee yet.

She leaned on the counter, waiting for the machine to finish brewing, her eyes absently drifting across her apartment—and landing on the couch.

That damn couch.

Rumi was stretched out across it, a pillow tucked under her arm, legs lazily draped over one side, long white hair a messy halo. She was scrolling through something on her phone, that usual cocky grin tugging at her lips.

But Moe wasn’t looking at the grin.

She was looking at everything else .

The faint scratches on Rumi’s thighs, the subtle wince when she shifted her hips, the bite mark barely hidden by the collar of her tank top. The way she sighed—deep and slow, like her whole body had finally been fed .

Moe narrowed her eyes slightly, sipping her coffee.

“…You got wrecked.”

Rumi’s smirk widened, and she didn’t look up. “Took you long enough to notice.”

Moe walked over and sank down onto the other end of the couch, setting her mug on the table. “Okay. I’m just gonna ask. Straight up.” She turned to face her. “Did you two fuck?”

Rumi gave her a single look—calm, satisfied, the look of someone who knew they had nothing to prove. She nodded once.

Moe spat her coffee halfway across the table.

“You—?!” she gasped, wiping her mouth. “You serious?!

Rumi laughed, head tipping back against the cushion. “Dead serious.”

There was a long pause.

Then Moe muttered, “That explains so much. The walk, the glow, the damn neck…”

“Mmhm.”

“You guys are together?”

“Yep.”

“You look like someone wrung you out, hung you up, and then wrung you out again.”

Rumi stretched, arching her back just enough to make Moe look away with a cough. “What can I say? The nerd’s got stamina for days . Pretty sure my soul left my body at some point between round six and nine.”

“…How are you even upright?”

“I’m not,” she said smugly, patting the couch. “That’s why I’m on paid time off. Told the agency I’m taking three days to ‘recover from intense hero work.’” She made air quotes. “Technically not a lie.”

Moe squinted at her. “Recovering from being turned into a chew toy doesn’t count as hero work.”

“It does when it’s with the Number One Hero.”

Moe groaned and leaned back, eyes fluttering shut. “It is way too early for this.”

“I thought you were a morning person.”

“Not when my friend is glowing like she’s been blessed by a sex god and casually sipping orange juice like her pelvis isn’t dislocated.”

Rumi hummed. “You get used to it.”

Then Moe blinked. A slow realization crept into her expression. She lifted one hand off the couch and then placed it back down, testing the surface.

“…Wait a minute.” She sniffed. “Why does this couch feel… sticky?”

Rumi didn’t even flinch. “Oh, we fucked on this couch.”

Moe stood up like the seat had caught fire under her.

“You what— ?!”

“We started in the pool, the wall, the kitchen counter… I dunno. At some point we landed here. It’s kind of a blur.” She waved a hand lazily. “I wiped it down.”

Moe just stared. A deep, soul-weary sigh left her chest as she looked at the cushion like it betrayed her.

“I hate you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Rumi stretched again, arms over her head, the hem of her shirt lifting just enough to flash toned abs and a glimpse of bandages near her hip. Moe averted her eyes—not out of modesty, but because she was already replaying the mental images Rumi had so generously handed her like a slap in the face.

A very sticky slap.

With a tired sigh, Moe turned away and trudged toward the bathroom, muttering, “I need a scalding shower and a priest.”

Rumi chuckled behind her. “Try incense and sage. Might still smell me on the couch.”

Shut up, Rumi.”

The door clicked shut behind her, and silence returned—except for the hiss of pipes and the slow hum of the water heater kicking in.

 

Steam filled the narrow bathroom quickly, curling around Moe’s frame as she stepped under the spray, letting the heat wash over her skin. It was familiar—soothing, in the way only intense heat could be when your own body burned hotter than most saunas. She reached for the soap, moving automatically.

But her thoughts wandered.

Rumi and Izuku.

She had laughed earlier, choked on her coffee, made jokes about couches and bite marks. But now, alone and surrounded by heat, she couldn't stop thinking.

Rumi looked… different . Not just satisfied. Not just worn out. There was something in the way she had looked at him when he left. Not possessive. Not soft.

Claimed.

It hit Moe low in the stomach. A tight feeling. Not quite jealousy, but close. Not envy of Izuku, but of what they had—what Rumi had found.

She let her hand glide over her stomach, down her side, fingers brushing old scar tissue. The kind that told stories no lover had ever finished reading. Even the guy with the water quirk hadn’t lasted long—steam had rolled off her skin like smoke in his hands, and by the third round he’d tapped out. Melted, moaning, and overwhelmed.

Her fingers paused.

She sighed.

That heat of hers—normal for her, but a risk to everyone else—wasn’t something easily shared. Not without gloves, quirks, or caution. Not without killing the mood… or someone.

Moe rested her forehead against the tile, her breath steaming up the surface.

What would it be like… to find someone perfect for you?

Someone who didn’t flinch when you got too hot.

Who didn’t need you to hold back.

 

“I told you I didn’t trip—she tackled me!”

Izuku Midoriya gestured wildly as he stood in the middle of Hatsume Industries' gear workshop, half-armored, half-defensive, and completely flushed. A few scorch marks dotted his sleeves, remnants of a test run, but the more dangerous damage was being dealt emotionally.

Across from him, Mina Ashido leaned against a nearby workbench, arms crossed, eyes gleaming with mischief. “So you’re saying she flew across the skyline, tackled you, and then dragged you home by the collar like a caveman bride?”

“I—! That’s not what happened!”

“Sure, sure,” she said, completely unconvinced. “So, are you like… dating now? Or is she just stress-testing your stamina?”

Izuku coughed. “We’re… dating. Officially. As of this morning. I think.”

“You think? You don't know? Izuku, she mounted you in the middle of Hosu like she was claiming territory.”

“I wasn’t ready! ” he snapped, and then immediately slumped. “Okay. I was kind of ready.”

Knew it. ” Mina grinned. “So… was it good?”

Izuku blinked. “What?”

“The sex. Was it good?”

He stared, mouth opening and closing like a goldfish.

Before he could answer—or combust—another voice chimed in.

“Course it was good,” Hatsume said casually, adjusting a tool on her hip without looking up. She was crouched near his boots, tightening a brace. “He’s got great hands. Careful. Gentle when you want him to be. But you push him just a little and he snaps.

Izuku’s soul briefly left his body.

Mina turned to Hatsume, eyebrows raised. “Wait, you—?”

“Only a couple of times, plus you and I fucked him in the reunion remember?” Mei said nonchalantly, flipping up her goggles. “We did it in the Workshop a few times, it got wrecked. Worth it.”

Izuku groaned, tugging his collar. “Hatsume—!”

“You never said I couldn’t talk about it,” she said, adjusting his ankle module with a pleased hum. “Besides, I miss how you touch me. If you ever wanna do it again, I won’t say no. Still got some marks, if you’re curious.”

Mina’s jaw dropped.

Izuku looked like he was trying to become one with the floor tiles.

“Also,” Mei added, straightening up and wiping her hands, “your gauntlets are working perfectly now. Upgraded shock dampeners, new heat syncs, and custom flex wiring in case someone decides to climb you like a jungle gym again.”

He groaned into his hand. “Can we please move on from my love + sex life?”

“No”

 

Mina snickered beside him as they stepped out into the mid-afternoon light, the heavy workshop doors hissing closed behind them.

The street outside was quiet, unusually so. Just the soft hum of vending machines and the breeze rustling the trees lining the pavement. Sunlight painted long shadows across the sidewalk, and for once, there weren’t news drones or fans lurking nearby. Hatsume Industries had good security. Even better NDAs.

Izuku walked with his gloves tucked under one arm, the reinforced casing clicking faintly against his side. Mina kept pace beside him, her pink curls bouncing with each step, one hand lazily draped in her jacket pocket.

“You’ve been back two weeks and half the petty villains in Musutafu already dipped,” she said. “Saw one guy panic when he thought a mop was your hair.”

Izuku laughed softly. “I’m supposed to be on leave. The mop was wearing a green hoodie, though…”

“Still. Just your name freaks people out. That’s hot.”

He gave her a look.

“What?” Mina shrugged, smirking. “I like scary men. Always have.”

They kept walking. A few blocks passed in comfortable quiet, the kind of silence that came after years of shared patrols and sparring matches. But somewhere along the way, the mood shifted.

Softer. Heavier.

Mina’s pace slowed just a little. She glanced at him from the side, her lashes longer in the fading light. Then her fingers, warm and calloused, brushed lightly along his forearm.

Izuku stopped.

He looked at her—really looked at her. And her expression wasn’t teasing anymore.

It was familiar. Lingering. Wanting.

“My place is nearby,” she said, voice low but even. “No one’s home for a while. We could… catch up.”

It wasn’t lewd. Not directly. But her eyes made it clear.

She meant that kind of catching up.

His heart jumped in his chest—reflex, instinct—but his answer was steady.

Izuku smiled. Soft. Apologetic.

He reached for her hand—the one still brushing his arm—and gently guided it away.

“I’m with Rumi now,” he said simply. “I don’t want to cheat.”

Mina’s lips pulled into a pout, but there was no real heat behind it. “Damn you and your loyal little heart.”

She lingered a second longer, then laughed quietly, pushing his shoulder.

“Well,” she said, stepping back, “if your girlfriend’s ever cool with sharing, hit me up.” She turned, offering one last wink. “I missed you too, y’know.”

And then she was gone, boots tapping against the pavement, curls bouncing until she rounded a corner and vanished from sight.

Izuku stood still.

The breeze tugged at his hair, and his hand drifted up to his neck, fingers brushing bare skin.

Nothing was there now. No mark. No heat.

But he could still feel it.

Canine teeth pressing in just enough to sting. Arms around his shoulders, tighter with every thrust. Her breath hot in his ear, voice thick and breathless and demanding.

Don’t stop— don’t you fucking dare stop— give it to me, Izuku—”

His eyes fluttered shut for half a second, heat curling low in his belly before he reined it in.

It wasn’t just the sex. It was the way she held him after.

Like he was hers . Like she’d been waiting for him her whole life.

He shook the thought away.

But it didn’t leave.

Then a buzz on his phone, a text from his girlfriend.

[Rumi-🤍]: Going to Ryu’s place tonight, wanna come?

 

Across the city, in the soft hush of her apartment, Ryuko Tatsuma sat alone—gripped by the same echo.

She was single.

Not by choice, mind you. She’d had relationships before, but they all seemed doomed from the start. Two problems always cropped up without fail.

The first? Whenever she mentioned settling down—marriage, a family, the whole package—her partners would freeze up like deer caught in headlights. Days later, the breakup texts would come rolling in.

The second? Her quirk. Specifically, how it affected her body. No matter how much effort her partners put in—and she gave them credit, they really did try—she just…couldn’t feel satisfied. 

It wasn’t their fault; she knew that. She didn’t blame them. She blamed herself, or rather, her quirk.

So here she was, in her 30s, with her dragon instincts resigned to an unsatisfied life. She figured it would always be this way. Sure, she had her work, her friends, and her pride as a pro hero, but deep down, she wanted more.

Then Izuku happened.

It started the day she saw his debut as the new Symbol of Peace. She hadn’t even been paying close attention—it was just another televised press conference. But the moment the camera panned to him, her quirk reacted violently.

Her heart skipped a beat, her breath caught in her throat, and her dragon instincts screamed one thing: Claim him. Mate.

The sheer intensity of it startled her so much that she dropped the cup of tea she was holding.

The mug shattered, scalding her hand, but she barely noticed. Her quirk hadn’t reacted like this to anyone before, and it scared her.

She spent the next several weeks avoiding anything to do with Izuku Midoriya. No interviews, no headlines, nothing. She told herself it was just a fluke, some weird quirk interaction she didn’t understand. But deep down, she knew better.

And then came the UA reunion.

She was invited as a gesture of thanks for mentoring Uravity and Froppy, and at first, she wasn’t planning to go. What was the point? It wasn’t like she had anything to prove or anyone to impress. But after some coaxing from her former mentees, she relented.

When she arrived, she tried to keep her distance from the more lively crowd. She mingled just enough to be polite, exchanging pleasantries and a few stories about the old days. But then, just as she was starting to relax, he walked in.

Izuku Midoriya, larger than life and yet somehow still the same bright-eyed boy she remembered from years ago. Only now, he wasn’t a boy. He was a man. A very handsome man.

Her quirk roared to life again, more intense than ever. It screamed at her to go to him, to claim him, to let him claim her in return. She fought it, gritting her teeth and clenching her fists.

But the universe had other plans.

Izuku spotted her almost immediately, and his face lit up in that earnest, heart-melting smile of his. He made his way over, greeting her with such genuine warmth that it made her knees feel weak.

“Ryukyu-san!” he said, his voice tinged with excitement.

“Just Ryukyu” she corrected, forcing herself to sound composed.

“Ryukyu” he repeated, his smile growing even wider.

They talked. And talked. And talked. She tried to keep her distance, tried to excuse herself, but he had this way of pulling her back in. He was magnetic—not just because of his reputation, but because of who he was. Kind, humble, passionate… everything she’d ever wanted but thought she’d never have.

And then came the drinks.

She couldn’t get drunk—it was one of the downsides of her quirk—but that didn’t stop her from indulging. Izuku didn’t seem to mind. If anything, he drank for the taste, not the buzz. As the night wore on, the two of them found themselves in a quieter corner of the reunion, laughing and reminiscing like old friends who knew too much and said too little.

One drink turned into three. Then four. Somewhere between the third laugh and the fourth sideways glance, they began leaning in. Shoulders brushed. Fingers grazed. The conversation slowed, but the energy didn’t. It changed. Shifted.

Her quirk was screaming by that point—growling in her chest, coiling around her spine, whispering now, now, now . For once, she didn’t try to silence it. Didn’t fight the hunger or the heat in her belly.

Somehow, they ended up in his old dorm room.

She still wasn’t sure how it happened. It was a blur. A fever dream of whispered names and grasping hands. Of clothes being peeled off in dark corners and bare skin brushing against bare skin. And she wasn’t alone—not really. Not at first.

Because Izuku—sweet, strong, tireless Izuku—had been busy.

He had his hands full, quite literally. Pro heroines, friends, mentors. They were everywhere. She could barely keep track of who was where or who was touching who. For a moment, she wondered if she'd misread everything—if maybe she’d arrived too late, if he’d already given all of himself to someone else.

But then his eyes found hers.

Everything stopped.

The room didn’t matter. The women didn’t matter. The noise, the shifting limbs, the heated moans—they all faded when he looked at her.

And when she went to him, he welcomed her like he’d been waiting.

His body moved for hers. Always meeting her halfway. No hesitation. No complaints. No matter how aggressive she got—how her teeth grazed too deep or how her nails dragged over his shoulders until they bled—he didn’t flinch. He only pulled her closer.

And when she broke—when the dragon in her came to the surface, wild and wanting—he matched her. Held her. Bit back.

She’d marked him without meaning to. A hard bite on his neck when he pushed just right, when her breath caught and the world went white.

He marked her, too. His own teeth sinking into the crook of her shoulder as he thrust into her again and again, like claiming her was instinct. As if he knew she needed to be taken.

And he did. Over and over. That night, Ryuko stopped counting the number of women who sighed in his arms—but she never forgot the way he touched her. Not like a moment. Not like a friend.

Like a promise.

When the sun came up and he was still beside her, she didn’t want to move. But he had to go. America, they said. A long-term assignment. Distance. Duty.

She let him go.

Because Ryuko Tatsuma didn’t chase.

But she waited.

She swore she would.

She promised herself that when he returned—when the timing was right—she’d tell him. That he wouldn’t be just a memory. That next time, she’d have him fully. Not just for one night in a crowded room.

He came back a few weeks ago. She heard it before he even said a word. His name echoed in the media, in hero channels, in every city watch update.

But she didn’t reach out. Not yet.

She let him return to his mother. To his friends. Let him breathe. Let him settle .

And then, when things feel quiet again, she would invite him to dinner. Not as Ryukyu. Just Ryuko. Just a woman who wanted to try. Who wanted to feed him a home-cooked meal, pour him a drink, press her lips to his neck and see if his skin still remembered hers.

And for one night, he would be hers again.

No crowd. No chaos. Just Izuku and the quiet hum of two people slipping back into something inevitable.

Then she arrived.

The door to her penthouse burst open without warning, carried by a familiar voice that didn’t understand the word boundaries .

Ryuu! ” Rumi called out—too loud, too excited, like she owned the place. Like the city outside didn’t exist.

Ryuko moved to greet her—habit, manners, muscle memory—but stopped halfway.

Someone was with her.

A man stood just behind Rumi in the doorway, casual in a dark sweater and cargo pants, his frame broad, relaxed, familiar. His presence filled the room the second he stepped into it. Not loud, not flashy—just... felt . Like gravity.

Her breath caught in her throat.

Izuku.

He was here.

The man she wanted.

The man she’d waited for.

Why was he here?

Did it matter?

Maybe.

But he was here now.

And when their eyes met—green meeting amber—he smiled. Just a little. Just enough. A quiet, soft curve of the lips, accompanied by a small, almost sheepish wave.

It was nothing.

And it meant everything .

Ryuko’s heart clenched. Then soared.

She waved back, her motions smooth, practiced. The kind of wave a composed woman gave to old friends. Not the kind given by someone who remembered how he tasted. How he groaned her name. How it felt when he filled her again and again until her quirk didn’t ache anymore.

“Come in,” she said gently, her voice steady. “I’ll make tea.”

Rumi kicked off her boots and flopped onto the couch like she lived there. Izuku entered more carefully, polite as always, closing the door behind them.

Ryuko moved through the kitchen on autopilot—boiling water, arranging cups, setting out the expensive blend she only brought out for guests that mattered . But her eyes kept drifting.

To him.

To the way he leaned back on the couch with his hand resting on his thigh, fingertips curling in rhythm with some thought he wasn’t saying out loud. To the way he looked around the room—not like a stranger, but like someone remembering.

She caught his gaze once.

He held it.

And something passed between them.

Not words. Not yet. Just weight.

Memories.

Heat.

Possibility.

She placed the tray down with practiced grace, sitting across from them with her posture composed and elegant. The dragon inside her was another story—curling, writhing, watching .

The three of them talked.

Not about anything important. A recent villain bust. A ridiculous rumor in the tabloids about Rumi quitting hero work to become a sumo wrestler. Some agency drama Ryuko had heard in passing.

But her attention kept slipping.

Back to him.

To the way he laughed with that little breathy exhale she remembered against her throat. To how his fingers tapped against the ceramic cup, the same fingers that once pressed into her hips like he was afraid she’d vanish.

She wanted to reach out.

Just a brush of her hand against his. Just to see if it still felt like before.

And when she caught him glancing at her—quietly, subtly, like he wasn’t sure he should—her breath faltered.

There was something between them.

She wanted to ask. To reach . To remind him.

Instead, she poured more tea and asked gently, “I knew you were coming, Rumi. But I didn’t expect you to bring company.”

She turned to Izuku, her voice still light, still composed. “Why’d you come with her?”

Izuku glanced at Rumi, then back to her. “She invited me,” he said simply.

Something in the way he said her name caught her off guard. Rumi . Not Miruko. Not even with that casual detachment most used for pro heroes. There was something beneath it. Familiar. Personal. Intimate in a way that made her pulse slow and her vision narrow.

Her mind didn’t like that.

She smiled anyway. “Oh?”

She turned to Rumi, raising an eyebrow. “And why did you invite him?”

Rumi grinned, not bothering to sip her tea. “Because you’re my best friend. And if something important’s going on, it’s only right I tell you myself.”

Ryuko blinked. “Tell me what?”

It wasn’t Rumi who answered.

Izuku’s voice was quiet. Steady. “We’re together.”

The world stilled.

And then it shattered.

Ryuko’s heart didn’t just ache—it ruptured .

Like someone had reached into her chest and crushed it with their bare hands.

Izuku.

Her Izuku.

The man she wanted. The man she’d claimed. The man she’d waited for.

Taken.

Her quirk reacted first—violent, furious, possessive. A dragon's rage coiled in her lungs, roaring against her ribs. It screamed to take him back. To destroy what stood in her way. To remind the world that he had been hers first .

And then she buried it.

Like she always did.

Ryuko Tatsuma did not erupt. She endured.

With trembling fingers, she picked up her cup. With a clenched jaw, she forced down the pain like scalding tea. And with a smile so flawless it made her want to scream, she said, “I’m happy for you, Rumi. You deserve it.”

It didn’t matter that she didn’t look at him when she said it.

Or that she could still feel his gaze on her like a brand.

She accepted it. She had to. Izuku wasn’t hers.

He never was.

She didn’t tell Rumi what he meant to her. Didn’t tell Izuku either. After that night in his dorm, she never found the chance. She told herself it wasn’t the right time. That if he felt the same, he’d reach out. That she could wait.

He never did.

Maybe it had only ever been a moment for him. A release. A one-time thing.

God, it hurt.

Who knew heartbreak could feel this consuming ?

They kept talking. Or rather, Rumi did.

The conversation drifted around Ryuko like smoke—faint, unreal, hard to focus on. Agency news. A ridiculous meme about Hawks. Some new quirk-suppression collar being tested overseas.

Ryuko nodded when she had to. Laughed, maybe. But her body was somewhere else. Or rather— part of her was still right here, sitting across from Izuku like she wasn’t remembering the feel of his hands bruising her hips, or his voice, raw and breathless, murmuring her name like it was sacred.

She looked at him.

He wasn’t even trying to be cruel. He looked the same—warm eyes, soft smile, one hand cradling his tea like he didn’t know it was burning her alive.

To her, he wasn’t just a man. He was the one . The only one who’d ever made her feel complete—body, soul, and somewhere deep in that dragon-twisted instinct of hers that had cried mate the first time he touched her.

And now he was with someone else.

With Rumi.

Her best friend.

She took a breath through her nose. Held it. Let it go slow.

Her hands stayed steady. Her voice even. She smiled at Rumi’s joke.

But Rumi noticed.

Of course she did.

Rumi had known Ryuko long enough to read the signs. The way her eyes flickered—not just once, but in a pattern Rumi had seen before. Confusion. Blankness. Fury. And then—nothing. That forced, distant calm that Ryuko wore like armor when she didn’t want anyone to see she was bleeding.

It pissed her off.

Because Ryuko was hurting, and she wouldn’t say it. Wouldn’t do anything about it. Not even now.

Rumi leaned back on the couch, one leg casually slung over the other, watching them both like she was bored—except she wasn’t.

Not when she caught the way Ryuko looked at Izuku.

Like he was the answer to every question she never asked aloud.

Like he was hers.

And Izuku? His eyes kept drifting. No matter how many times he smiled at Rumi, no matter how polite, how sweet—when Ryuko moved, he noticed. When she looked away, he watched. And when she smiled that polite, practiced thing?

He frowned.

Rumi saw all of it.

And that irritated her.

Not because she was jealous.

Because she hated wasted chances.

Ryuko had always been the one to hold back. Always so composed, so careful, so busy trying not to be selfish that she denied herself everything. She’d do anything for others—risk her life, her name, her comfort. But ask her to fight for what she wanted?

She froze.

And Izuku?

He was too damn nice. Too respectful. Too loyal.

Even when he moaned her name into the sheets, even when he had his hands on her waist and his lips on her throat—she could feel it. He loved her.

But that look in his eyes?

The one he gave Ryuko when he thought no one was watching?

That wasn’t just love.

That was want .

Old and hungry and still smoldering underneath all that restraint.

Rumi took a sip of tea, hiding her smirk.

These dorks.

So damn tragic.

 

Dinner had come and gone.

Takeout containers now sat forgotten on the table—two empty bento boxes, one still half-full. Ryuko had barely touched hers.

She’d done everything right. Played the host. Kept the conversation light. Poured tea with the same graceful movements she’d mastered over years of diplomacy and dinner meetings.

But now the apartment was quiet.

Rumi and Izuku stood near the door, saying their goodbyes, Rumi stretching lazily like she had all the time in the world.

“Thanks for the food,” she said, grinning. “Next time, I’m ordering. You need grease in your life, Ryuu.”

Ryuko chuckled, managing the kind of warm smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “You’ll clog my arteries.”

“Worth it,” Rumi replied, throwing up a peace sign as she turned to the hallway. “Night, babe,” she added, tugging Izuku by the sleeve.

He paused—just for a second—and looked back.

Ryuko waved, still composed, still perfect.

They left.

And the door clicked shut.

Ryuko stood there for a moment, fingers still lightly resting on the handle.

Then she leaned forward. Rested her forehead against the wood.

And slowly, she sank.

Down to the floor, knees folding beneath her.

Her arms wrapped around herself, not in comfort—but containment.

The silence felt different now.

Not peaceful. Not earned.

Suffocating.

Heavy.

The tears came without warning. Hot and sudden.

She wasn’t even sure when they started. One moment, she was trying to breathe—and the next, they were falling down her cheeks, slipping silently over skin that had once been kissed with reverence.

Pathetic , she thought. Crying? Really?

The Dragon Hero, reduced to this.

But the memory of him was everywhere.

The way he held her like she was something precious. The way he moved inside her—not like a man chasing pleasure, but like he was giving himself away, piece by piece.

She could still feel the pressure of his chest against her back. The strength of his arms. The tremble in his voice when he whispered her name like he was afraid no one else should hear it.

You felt it too. I know you did.

And still… he walked away.

She pressed her palm to her chest, like it could hold the pieces together.

But they were already slipping.

 

Meanwhile, just outside the apartment—

Izuku stood by the elevator, one hand still raised to the panel after pressing the button. The hallway was quiet, lit only by the soft gold glow of recessed lighting.

Rumi stood beside him, arms crossed loosely over her chest.

He hadn’t said a word.

He wasn’t sure what he could say.

It had been a nice evening. Comfortable. Familiar. And yet—

Seeing Ryuko again?

It did something to him.

He wasn’t sure what to call it. He only knew how it felt.

Warm.

And sad.

And unfinished .

The memory of her—of that night in his old dorm room—still lingered beneath his skin like a scar that hadn’t faded. She’d touched him like he was something sacred. Like he was hers.

And he—?

He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her since.

“You’re thinking about her, aren’t you?”

Rumi’s voice cut cleanly through the silence.

He flinched.

She didn’t look at him. Just stared at the elevator doors, hands still casually folded.

“I—what?”

“You heard me.”

He opened his mouth to lie. Or try.

But then she looked at him.

And he didn’t.

Couldn’t.

Instead, he glanced away. Rubbed the back of his neck. Fingers brushed over skin that still remembered where Ryuko had bitten him. Not hard enough to scar—but enough to claim.

Rumi leaned into his side, cheek brushing his arm. Her voice was softer this time. “I’m not mad, you know. Just… be honest.”

The elevator dinged.

The doors slid open with a soft hiss.

Two tenants stepped out, blinking at the pair in the hallway. One of them gave them a curious glance but didn’t say anything.

It wasn’t until Izuku stepped inside that he finally answered.

“…Yeah.”

He didn’t look at her when he said it.

But Rumi smiled anyway. As if she already knew.

Before he could apologize, she stepped forward, took his face in her hands, and kissed him.

Firm.

Unapologetic.

Warm in a way that said I’m not giving you up—but I’m not blind, either.

From behind, one of the tenants gave a soft, scandalized, “Oh my.”

Rumi ignored it completely.

As the passengers stepped off, she gently pushed Izuku back into the elevator with a lazy shove, like it was an afterthought.

“I’ll meet you at home.”

The doors began to slide shut.

And Rumi turned away before they fully closed, boots clicking against the marble tile as she headed toward a private hallway off to the side—one only a few select residents could access.

Toward Ryuko’s door.

Toward the ache no one wanted to name.

 

Ryuko curled into herself on top of the bed, her muscles sore in a way that had nothing to do with fighting. She stared blankly through the glass balcony doors, moonlight casting pale strips of silver across her sheets.

This was what she’d been reduced to.

The Dragon Hero.

The woman who could throw tanks, who could bring down monsters in a single dive. The one who stood tall on national broadcasts and fielded press questions with a voice like tempered steel.

Curled in bed, blinking through tears.

Because of a man.

Her fingers dug into the comforter, hard enough that her knuckles whitened.

Her quirk screamed inside her—feral, furious, starving . It clawed at her ribs, raged in her throat.

Get him back.

Take him.

Kiss him like you did that night and don’t let him go again.

He’s yours.

She shut her eyes.

And she shoved it down.

Just like she always did.

The knock on the glass was so casual it didn’t register at first.

Then—

“Yo.”

Ryuko jolted upright, her heart leaping into her throat. “The hell—”

Rumi stood casually on the other side of the balcony, arms crossed, one brow cocked like this was just another Tuesday.

“How the hell did you—”

“Fire escape,” she said, thumbing toward the side. “You really should lock that. Too many people wanna see you mope in peace.”

Ryuko wiped at her eyes before Rumi saw anything, even though she knew—of course she knew.

“Seriously, Ryuu. Crying?” Rumi said, stepping inside like the glass didn’t matter. “Over a man?”

Ryuko turned away. “You’re one to talk.”

“Fair.”

Rumi sat at the edge of the bed, folding her legs under her like she lived here.

Ryuko tried to find words, anything sharp or dismissive—but her voice caught. Her throat was raw. Her chest too tight.

Rumi watched her in silence for a moment, then sighed. “You thought you could hide it from me, huh?”

Ryuko blinked. “Hide what?”

“I know you two fucked.”

The words landed with the force of a body blow.

Ryuko’s head whipped toward her, eyes wide. “W-What?!”

“Izuku told me,” Rumi added, voice maddeningly casual. “Relax. I’m not mad.”

She leaned back on her elbows, smirking. “Honestly? Kinda impressed. He is amazing, isn’t he?”

Heat flushed Ryuko’s face, shame and longing battling inside her chest.

She looked down at her hands.

“He already has you,” she muttered. “That night… it didn’t mean anything to him, did it?”

“Bullshit,” Rumi cut in, voice firmer now.

Ryuko flinched.

Rumi sat upright again, her tone turning blunt. “You think I didn’t notice? The way he looks at you? The way you look at him ?”

Ryuko swallowed. “I can’t—he’s yours.”

“Yeah. And he wants you too.”

That stopped her.

Cold.

Ryuko’s breath hitched. “W-What?”

“You heard me,” Rumi said simply. “You’re just too damn scared to admit it.”

Ryuko tried to speak, but Rumi cut her off again.

“Look,” she continued. “I’m not here to make it complicated. I’m not saying anything has to happen. I just want you to stop lying. To me. To him. To yourself.”

Rumi leaned in close, her voice low and steady now.

“You love him. Don’t you?”

Ryuko’s eyes burned. Her voice was barely a whisper. “Yes.”

“Then do something about it,” Rumi said. “You’ve spent your whole damn life putting everyone else first. Denying what you want. Pretending you don’t need anything.”

She stood.

“For once—just once—don’t let fear win. Don’t let me win by default.”

Ryuko stared up at her, heart slamming in her chest.

Her quirk surged, red-hot and thrashing beneath her skin. It wanted .

She wanted.

“Izuku…”

Her voice was still trembling.

But she wasn’t.

“Where is he?” she asked.

Rumi grinned. “Probably down, maybe halfway to his place.”

That was all she needed.

Ryuko stood in one fluid motion, the sheets falling away. Her chair crashed to the floor as her wings unfurled behind her, nearly brushing the ceiling.

“Ryuu—wait!”

But Ryuko didn’t.

She didn’t even pause as she strode through the living room, her stride turning into a run. The balcony door shattered as she launched herself through it, wings catching the wind instantly.

Glass rained behind her. She didn’t care.

The air cracked with pressure as her body arced into the night sky.

No more restraint.

No more waiting.

She wasn’t going to lose him again.

Not without a fight.

 

The city lights sparkled beneath him like spilled stardust.

Izuku floated above it all, just high enough for the cold to bite gently at his cheeks. He moved slowly, gliding through the sky in wide, drifting arcs, eyes half-lidded. The silence of the night pressed in, quiet enough to hear his own thoughts.

Unfortunately.

Should he feel ashamed?

Probably.

He exhaled slowly, dragging a hand down his face.

Thinking about another woman while he was in a relationship. What the hell was wrong with him?

He wasn’t that guy.

Rumi was amazing—wild, strong, untamable in the best ways. She didn’t just keep up with him—she challenged him, pushed him, matched him.

But Ryuko… Ryuko had kept up with him too.

Not just in bed—but in the way she held him after. Like he was something precious . Like he wasn’t a weapon or a title or a walking legacy—but a man. Hers.

And yeah, maybe their sex had been… rough. Maybe his shoulders had claw marks and the pillow had bite marks and he couldn’t think about her without remembering the sound she made when he—

He stopped mid-air, floating in place, burying his face in his hands.

God , his mom would be so disappointed.

What kind of man got lost in thoughts like that when he already had someone? When Rumi had kissed him, held him, told him she was his?

What kind of man wondered what might’ve been with someone else?

But the truth whispered beneath his ribs, soft and terrible.

It wasn’t just sex.

What he had with Ryuko—it was something . Deeper. Older. More real than he’d expected.

And maybe it meant nothing to her. Maybe she’d moved on. Had a boyfriend. Someone steadier. Calmer. Less of a wreck.

His phone buzzed.

He blinked, pulling it from his pocket. [Rumi 🤍] lit up the screen.

He answered on instinct, still floating.

“Hey, Rumi—”

“Listen,” her voice snapped through the line, quick and shameless. “You beautiful, loyal, big-dicked, sex god of a man—”

Izuku sputtered. “What—”

“I don’t mind sharing you.”

His brain stopped.

What.

What?

Rumi kept going, voice full of that lazy smirk she wore like armor. “Just remember you’re mine, and I’m top girl. I’ve got seniority, stamina, and a better ass.”

“I—wait—what is this conversation?”

“You know what this is,” she said. “Stop dancing around your feelings for Ryuko. If you want her? Go. Just tell me first.”

He opened his mouth to ask what the hell had sparked this, but she wasn’t done.

“Oh—also. You’ve got incoming.”

“Incoming wh—”

That was his only warning.

A shadow collided with him mid-air, hard enough to knock the phone from his hand. It spun away into the night, screen flashing as it dropped somewhere far, far below.

He didn’t have time to react—only brace—as something slammed into him and sent them both careening downward.

Wind roared past his ears as they spiraled in a controlled crash toward a dark corner of the city—an old industrial block long since abandoned. His instincts kicked in, twisting their trajectory just enough to avoid hitting metal beams or crumbling concrete.

They hit the floor of the abandoned factory with a resounding crash , dust exploding around them.

He groaned, blinking through the haze.

And then—

A hand on his chest.

Clawed fingertips.

Weight.

Familiar heat pressing against him.

His eyes focused—

And there she was.

Breathing hard. Knees straddling his waist. Hair tousled from the wind. Wings folded behind her in wild disarray. Her pupils slitted . Her lips parted.

And her eyes—

Burning.

“Ryuko—?”

Her voice was low, raw.

“I’m done waiting.”

Her voice hit him harder than the impact. Than the fall. Than the concrete floor still aching against his back.

Her knees framed his hips, thighs tight, arms braced on either side of his chest. Her eyes were blown wide—slit pupils shimmering in the dark, glowing faintly like some ancient thing had stirred inside her and wouldn’t go back to sleep.

He blinked up at her, stunned. “Ryuko…”

She didn’t give him time to process.

Her mouth found his—hard and hungry. The kiss wasn’t romantic. It wasn’t even sensual. It was desperate . It was months of silence and restraint, of pretending, of holding back, pressed into one crashing kiss that stole the air from both of them.

He groaned into her mouth, hands rising on instinct to hold her waist.

But she flinched. Not from fear—from urgency.

“You came back,” she breathed against his lips, voice cracking. “And you went to her .”

He winced. “Ryuko—”

“You went to her,” she repeated. “And not me.”

“I thought—” his voice caught. “I thought that night was just a one-time thing. A mistake.”

Her hands curled into his shirt.

“To me,” she whispered, “it was everything .”

He froze beneath her.

His heart was pounding—louder than before, louder than the storm still lingering in his chest. “I didn’t know.”

“I don’t care,” she said, voice low, trembling with heat. “You’re here now. So remind me.”

She reached behind her and pulled at the zipper of her suit, dragging it halfway down with a fluid, impatient motion. His breath caught as pale skin spilled into view. He sat up slowly, reverently, and helped peel the rest down her shoulders.

There was no shame in the way she looked at him. Just hunger. Certainty. Need.

Their clothes came off in pieces. Jackets flung carelessly into the dust, boots kicked aside. Nothing was folded. Nothing neat. The air around them thickened—hotter, heavier, charged with something primal.

He pushed her gently to her back, then rose above her.

Her thighs opened for him like they’d never closed.

And as he lined himself up—slow, careful, like his body remembered this path even before his mind did—he looked her in the eyes.

She was staring back at him. Vulnerable. Defiant.

And home.

He pushed in slowly, inch by inch.

Her breath caught. Her nails scraped up his biceps, digging deep—not to hurt, but to feel . She needed this. Needed him .

He hissed through his teeth, gripping her hips as her body welcomed him like it had never stopped wanting him. Like she’d been waiting for this moment. Like she’d built herself around the memory of him and now reality was finally catching up.

He bottomed out with a low groan, forehead pressing to hers.

“This…” he breathed. “God, Ryuko—this feels like—”

Finally ,” she finished for him.

Then he moved.

Not gentle. Not teasing. Just need .

He set a hard, fast rhythm, every thrust driving her body up the floor, into the broken concrete. Her moans spilled out unfiltered, shameless, raw. Every sound she made hit him deeper.

She clung to him like she would die without him. Nails scoring his back, his shoulders—drawing blood he didn’t care about. He responded in kind—his grip on her hips bruising, his mouth finding her throat, her shoulder, anywhere he could taste her skin.

His teeth grazed the same spot he’d once marked before.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, rougher.

“Don’t stop,” she gasped. “Don’t you fucking dare stop.”

He didn’t.

Their bodies crashed together like they wanted to tear the world down.

Dust rose with every movement. An old window cracked somewhere behind them. One of the wall panels shook loose and fell, ignored completely.

All that mattered was this.

The sound of skin meeting skin. Her name in his throat. His name in hers. Their bodies locking together like they were never meant to be apart.

No more doubts.

No more pretending.

Just them— together again . Finally.

The world could’ve ended around them.

And neither would have noticed.

Izuku’s mouth never left her skin. His hands gripped her like he was afraid she’d disappear again. He thrust into her harder, deeper—each movement punctuated by the soft gasp of her breath and the low, guttural sound he only made with her .

“More,” she whispered. “Izuku— more .”

He didn’t answer with words.

His body surged forward—and the support column behind her cracked. The concrete beneath them trembled with every thrust, old bolts groaning in protest as the foundation remembered what it was like to feel something powerful again.

She clung to him like she was being unraveled. Arms tight around his neck, mouth at his ear, begging through every ragged exhale. “Don’t stop—don’t hold back— I don’t want you gentle, I want you real.

His breath hitched.

Something in him snapped .

Full Cowling: 10%.

His body lit up in bursts of controlled energy—green lightning flickering across his back and arms as he buried himself in her again. Her breath caught, hips arching up to meet him.

He was faster now. Rougher. His body thrummed against hers like a live wire—like muscle and instinct and want had all fused into a single, unstoppable thing.

Ryuko felt the shift and welcomed it.

Her nails dug in deeper, dragging crimson lines down his back. His hands slipped under her thighs, lifted her effortlessly—and slammed her back against a fractured wall.

It gave way with a deep, echoing crack , sending them crashing through the thin divider and into the next abandoned room. Dust exploded around them. Chunks of drywall scattered to the floor. The air was filled with the scent of old stone, sweat, and sex.

He didn’t stop.

She didn’t want him to.

Her legs locked around his waist again, mouth on his collarbone, biting down just hard enough to make him feel it.

“I missed you,” he gasped, fucking into her like his body knew hers better than his own. “God—I missed this —missed you.

“I know,” she moaned. “I knew you’d come back. I waited—I waited —and you came back and you chose her—

“I didn’t know,” he choked, “I didn’t know what it meant .”

His forehead pressed to hers, pace relentless, unforgiving.

“To me—it was a night,” he whispered, voice shaking.

Her eyes burned.

“To me,” she replied, breathless, “it was a promise .”

Something inside him buckled.

He dropped to his knees, her body still wrapped around him. The floor cracked beneath the weight of them, groaning under the heat they brought with them.

His lips found her chest—her throat—every inch of skin he could reach as she pulled him closer, closer, like she wanted to melt into him. Like the ache between her legs wasn’t enough. Like she needed to feel him in her bones .

Every thrust was harder now. Sloppier. Less rhythm, more drive —an animal kind of hunger that echoed through the building in a series of dull crashes and shattered panels.

He slammed into her again—and the rusted frame of the old machinery behind her gave out , sending them sprawling to the side in a heap of sparks and metal.

Still he moved.

Still she clawed at him.

Every sound she made was a plea. Every bruise she gave him was a prayer.

“Don’t stop—don’t you dare stop—” she whispered, mouth trembling against his ear.

“I’m not letting go again,” he swore. “I don’t care if it’s selfish. I’m not losing you.”

He hit deeper. Rougher.

She came with a scream she didn’t try to hide, hips twitching, walls clenching around him so hard he saw stars. Her whole body arched beneath him, sweat-slicked and beautiful and his .

He followed her over the edge with a broken groan, every muscle shaking. He emptied into her with one last, powerful thrust—and then collapsed on top of her, both of them panting, stunned, shaking.

Silence returned.

But not the kind from before.

This wasn’t loneliness.

This was aftermath .

This was safety .

This was the truth they’d both been too afraid to say—screamed into the walls of a collapsing factory and written into bruises and bite marks and the cracks of old concrete.

Izuku lay there, forehead pressed to her collarbone, his fingers tracing the curve of her thigh.

She ran a hand through his hair, slow and gentle, dragging in a shaky breath.

Neither of them moved.

Neither of them wanted to.

Not yet.

Not when the world finally felt like it made sense again.

For a long time, they didn’t move.

Izuku’s breath was warm against her collarbone, his chest rising and falling against hers, sweat clinging to every inch of skin that touched. Ryuko kept one hand in his hair, the other tracing lazy circles across the muscle of his back where her nails had left long, red streaks.

Eventually, he shifted. Lifted his head.

They stared at each other in silence.

And then looked around.

The room—if it could still be called that—was in pieces. A support beam had cracked. At least two walls had given out. The rusted metal rig they’d collapsed onto earlier now laid in bent, groaning pieces around them. There was drywall in his hair. A boot half-buried in rubble.

“…We should probably leave before this whole place falls down,” he murmured.

Ryuko gave a soft, breathless laugh. “You think?”

They both chuckled.

The kind of laughter you only have when your body is sore and your heart feels lighter than it has in months.

Then she felt it.

A twitch.

He was still inside her—still half-hard—and definitely thinking about round two.

She looked up at him.

He blinked, surprised by the sudden heat in her gaze. “Ryuko—”

She kissed him.

Slow and deep, like dragging him under again.

When she pulled away, her voice was husky. “Get dressed.”

He tilted his head, dazed. “What—”

“You’re not done yet,” she whispered. “And neither am I.”

Then she stood.

Still bare. Still flushed. Still stunning.

And she turned to him with a familiar, almost teasing glint in her eye.

“So.” She raised a brow, stepping closer to him—still bare, still flushed, still stunning. “This next part?”

Her fingers traced a slow, teasing line down his chest.

“This belongs in a bedroom .”

Izuku’s breath hitched.

Her eyes gleamed. “Yours… or mine?”

 

Hours later….

Rumi landed with a soft thud just outside the cottage.

The night was quiet—the good kind of quiet. Crickets in the trees. A breeze moving gently through the grass. A full moon overhead.

And a busted door .

Her body moved on instinct. Years of hero work kicked in as she ducked low, eyes narrowing. She pressed to the side of the wall and reached for the handle

Someone broke in. Not a scuff or a scratch—this was forced entry.

With a swift motion, she pushed the door open and slipped inside, shoulder braced to deliver a flying kick if—

And then she heard it .

The unmistakable, feral , breathless sound of Ryuko screaming his name.

Over. And over.

“Oh,” Rumi muttered, deadpan, as she stepped further into the entryway, hands in the pockets of her hoodie.

No villain would’ve been that vocal. That elated .

The moans coming from Izuku’s room were—well, vivid didn’t cover it.

Yes—there—there—God, finally—50%—give it to me!

Rumi stopped mid-step.

“Fifty?” she blinked. “ Fifty?

Another thud came from upstairs. Followed by something breaking. And Ryuko’s voice again— high , hoarse, ragged with pleasure.

Don’t stop—Izuku, fuck—don’t you dare stop—yes—

Rumi stared up at the ceiling like she was doing math in her head.

“I only got twenty ,” she muttered under her breath, scowling. “Twenty percent Full Cowling. What the hell—was he saving stamina?”

Another moan echoed through the house. Then another—louder, sharper, possessive .

Rumi sighed.

“…Okay, queen. Enjoy your damn moment.”

She grabbed a protein-packed bento from the fridge, closed the door with her foot, and, in a display of casual strength, lifted the whole fridge and dragged it over to block the busted entrance. She even plugged it back in, because hey—no reason to let the miso spoil.

She padded down the hall toward one of the guest rooms, bento under one arm, earbuds already in hand.

From upstairs, another crash. The unmistakable sound of Ryuko growling something filthy. Followed by a string of curses she didn't think the normally disciplined dragon was even capable of.

Rumi rolled her eyes.

“She better not get 75…”

 

The bedroom was wrecked .

Izuku’s breath stuttered against her shoulder as he glanced around—what was left of the dresser lay in splinters, the bed was long gone, the wall behind it half-caved in. His room looked like a villain had torn through it.

He let out a winded laugh between thrusts. “With Rumi, it was just the bed. Maybe one wall…”

Ryuko growled, grabbing his jaw and crashing her mouth into his. Her hips rolled up to meet his, legs wrapping tighter around his waist like she was daring him to try and stop .

“Stop thinking about another woman,” she growled into his mouth. “And keep giving it to me.

He blinked—flushed, dazed—and muttered a half-slurred apology before his hips slammed into hers again, dragging a moan from her chest so guttural it vibrated between them.

She arched up into him—kissed him again like she was trying to drink him down.

And he gave her everything.

She’d lost track of the hours.

Maybe seven. Maybe more.

Time had stopped mattering somewhere between the fifth round and the broken dresser.

She was shaking now—her muscles buzzing with exhaustion, her skin sticky with sweat, her body marked from neck to thighs with bites and bruises. Her thighs were trembling. Her lips were swollen. Her nails had left red tracks down his back that were still bleeding.

But she didn’t stop.

Couldn’t.

She was made for this—wasn’t she?

That night at the dorms, she’d kept up . She’d matched him, bite for bite, thrust for thrust. But now, as her vision blurred and her legs twitched involuntarily, she realized—

She’d only managed back then because he was busy with everyone else .

She’d had breaks.

She had rested while he moved on to the next woman, the next set of hands, the next body to worship him while she caught her breath.

Now?

Now he was focused.

Fully.

Completely.

On her.

Seven hours of nothing but him .

His cock inside her. His hands on her hips. His mouth at her throat.

And gods, she was—

She was tired .

Exhausted. Overstimulated. Weak in the knees and burning from the inside out.

And she fucking loved it .

She couldn’t match him. She never could. Rumi could fight him for ten hours and walk it off with a wink and a stretch.

But Ryuko? She was overwhelmed . She was used . She was being claimed again and again and again and she didn’t want it to stop .

Her quirk—usually so disciplined, so cool, so distant— purred in her veins. It wrapped around her spine like molten gold, coiling and pleased and completely sated . Her instincts didn’t scream anymore. They surrendered . Softly. Sweetly.

She purred with it.

She couldn’t keep up—but she could take him .

She would endure .

And if she couldn’t—

If her body gave out, if her muscles locked up, if her legs went limp and her arms dropped—

He would carry her through it.

Until he was done.

Until she was his, in every broken, trembling, worshiped piece.

 

10 hours and 27 minutes later...

His pace slowed.

Not by choice. But because he felt it—that pull deep in his gut, the last crest of pressure winding through his core like coiled lightning.

She whimpered beneath him, legs twitching, hands barely clinging to his shoulders now. Her lips moved like she wanted to say something, but all that came out were broken gasps and faint, desperate moans.

And then—he came.

With a final, gritted , shaking grunt, Izuku buried himself one last time and held still, jaw clenched, body trembling above hers. His forehead pressed to the pillow beside her as he let it all go—every drop, every ounce of restraint, everything he had left.

Ryuko didn’t speak.

Couldn’t.

Her eyes were half-lidded, lips parted, chest heaving. Every breath was labored. Every muscle slack. Her body—so powerful, so honed—lay splayed beneath him, bare and beautiful and entirely spent .

She blinked slowly. Once. Twice.

And then her vision faded.

Sleep took her like a tide pulling her under— peaceful , soft , complete .

Izuku stirred at the sound of her exhale. Her snore was soft—more of a rhythmic, breathy hum—and it made his lips curl into a tired smile.

He leaned down and kissed her cheek. Light. Gentle. Reverent.

“I love you,” he whispered, brushing sweaty hair from her face.

He didn’t bother pulling out yet. Just held her. Let himself breathe again.

When her breathing evened out, he finally shifted. Lifted her with careful arms, her body limp against his chest, and glanced at the ruins around them.

The bedframe was cracked in two, the floor beneath it splintered from impact. Chunks of wall hung loose, and more than one window was cracked.

The mattress, though… the mattress was still intact.

Well. Mostly.

Fluff was leaking from one corner.

Izuku chuckled, exhausted.

“I just got this thing fixed…”

He set her down on it as gently as he could, then climbed in beside her, pulling the frayed blanket up over their tangled, aching forms.

She curled toward him instinctively, her head nuzzling into the crook of his shoulder, hand resting over his chest.

He kissed her forehead.

And sighed.

Sleep pulled at him now, heavy and warm.

His fingers traced circles on her back.

He’d need a new bed.

Maybe a new room.

…It was worth it.

 

Four hours later.

The door slammed open.

Ryuko jerked awake with a yelp, instinctively clutching the blanket to her chest. Izuku stirred beside her, groaning softly, one arm still draped around her waist. They both blinked toward the doorway—

And there was Rumi.

Still in a hoodie, hair slightly tousled, holding two steaming bowls of rice and grilled meat like she was just bringing room service after a workout.

“’Bout time you two woke up,” she said with a grin. “Thought I’d have to dump water on you.”

The scent of garlic and soy sauce hit them a second later, and Izuku’s stomach gave an audible growl .

Ryuko, on the other hand, flushed crimson, dragging the ruined blanket higher even though there was no chance it was covering anything well.

Rumi rolled her eyes. “Seriously, Ryuu? After everything I heard? You’re way past being shy.”

She stepped inside like she owned the room—which, considering the damage, was maybe fair—and handed Ryuko a bowl.

Then she turned to Izuku.

Held out the second bowl.

Waited.

Then leaned in and kissed him. Deep. Slow. Just long enough to taste sleep and salt on his lips and let Ryuko see it.

“Reminder,” Rumi murmured against his mouth. “Top girl.”

Ryuko’s eyebrow twitched.

She didn’t say anything.

But the way she stabbed into her rice made the message pretty clear.

Rumi winked at him. “Eat up. You’re gonna need the energy.”

Izuku had just started eating—barely a mouthful in—when he noticed her gaze shift. That look. That familiar, dangerous, almost playful predator-glint that always came right before she tackled him onto a surface.

“Rumi—” he started, half-laughing, half-panicked.

Too late.

Her hand slid under the blanket. Down. Lower .

He choked on his rice.

“Whoa—!” he coughed.

Ryuko blinked. “Seriously?”

“Relax,” Rumi said cheerfully, already moving under the sheets. “Keep eating. I’m just getting reacquainted with something I missed.”

Izuku groaned. “Rumi—I'm sore—”

“I know,” she grinned, breath ghosting against him. “You want me to stop?”

He hesitated. Gave her a look.

“…I was eating,” he muttered.

She laughed—low, smug, warm. “I won’t stop you.”

And then she started .

Izuku didn’t stop chewing. But he felt everything.

And Ryuko—half-covered, sore, emotionally unstable, and very, very possessive—watched the blanket shift with a low growl building in her throat.

Rumi just looked up from under the blanket, voice muffled with a smirk. “Easy, dragon. It’s my turn.”

 

Across the city, in a sealed, fireproof apartment glowing faintly orange under dim, simmering light—Moe Kamiji was burning.

Not in the way her quirk was known for. No—this heat was deeper . Lonelier .

She lay sprawled on her bed, chest rising and falling, a hand resting limply beside the toy she’d just thrown across the room. Its mechanical whir had long since died out. Useless . Just like the last one.

“Dammit…” she muttered.

Her skin gleamed with sweat—every inch flushed, glowing faintly from residual heat. A single bead of it rolled down the slope of her throat, over the curve of her breast, trailing lower, disappearing beneath the sheet tangled at her hips.

Steam fogged the windows.

She’d forgotten to crack them open again.

The whole apartment felt too hot . Heavy. Stifling .

Moe pressed her forearm over her eyes and exhaled a low, frustrated growl.

Every guy she’d dated—every single one— ran the moment things got serious. Or the moment they realized just what it meant to get her going. Her body was a furnace when she was turned on. Slick and pulsing and almost impossible to touch without risking injury.

One guy tried to power through it with a fireproof condom. He barely lasted three minutes before crying uncle.

Another tried gloves.

One actually considered lube made for engine pistons.

None of it worked.

And none of them came close to touching the kind of connection she’d seen in others.

She thought of Rumi.

Of the way Izuku looked when he was with her—grounded, wanted, matched .

She wanted that.

Someone who didn’t just survive her heat—but answered it. Met it.

Someone whose hands wouldn’t flinch from her skin. Who wouldn’t pull away mid-moan.

Someone she could go all out with and still be held after.

She didn’t want just sex.

She wanted that .

The domestic mess. The affection. The easy teasing over breakfast. The bruises that didn’t scare anyone off.

A partner who’d take her as she was— too hot , too much—and stay anyway.

Moe groaned, rolling onto her stomach, cheek pressed to the sweat-slick pillow.

“Fuck.”

Steam hissed faintly from the corners of the room.

And under her breath—soft, like it hurt to admit—she whispered:

“…I just want what she has.”

Notes:

And that's a wrap thank you so much for your support always, the Kudos, the critiques, and all your comments. I do appreciate all of it.

Till next time

Chapter 52: Morning Cuddles

Summary:

Izuku knew Mina wasn’t exactly a morning person — but he hadn't realized mornings meant being trapped under a clingy, whiny, pink cuddle-monster who refused to let him start his day without a fight. A very loud, very public fight. Good thing he loves her... even if she keeps costing him his morning jogs.

Notes:

Here's a short one that I made when I had a break during work. I hope you guys enjoy it writing is a good rest for me and I keep thinking of new story ideas.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Izuku Midoriya had learned a lot of things about Mina Ashido over the course of their relationship.

She liked three sugars in her coffee. She could recite every line of the first Alien Queen movie by heart. She stole his All Might socks and denied it with a grin every time.

She was also, without a doubt, not a morning person.

He knew that.

What he didn’t know — what he was just now realizing, in the soft gray of early morning — was that Mina wasn’t just a little cranky or groggy when she woke up.

No.

She was clingy.

Very clingy.

"Mmmph," Mina mumbled, arms tightening like steel bands around his waist when he shifted slightly to check the time. "Nooo... 'zuku stay... s'comfy..."

Her face was buried against his chest, her wild pink hair a mess of soft curls around them both. Izuku blinked blearily at the ceiling, processing the situation.

He tried again — a slow, gentle wiggle.

Big mistake.

Mina made a little distressed whine — a sound so heartbreaking that Izuku froze on instinct — and immediately slung a leg over his hips, anchoring him down.

"Mina," he whispered, amused and helpless. "I have to get up... I promised Kacchan I'd help with training this morning."

"Cancel it," Mina murmured, voice still half-asleep but very, very serious. "Tell 'im you got trapped. In a pink trap."

She squeezed him for emphasis.

Izuku snorted, his chest shaking with laughter he tried to suppress so he wouldn’t wake her fully. Carefully, he reached down to stroke her back in soothing circles, hoping she’d relax enough to let him go.

It had the exact opposite effect.

Mina gave a happy sigh and wormed even closer, if that was possible, draping herself fully across him like a human blanket. Her cheek nuzzled against the center of his chest, and one hand fumbled up to clumsily pat his jaw. "Good 'zuku... comfy 'zuku... stay 'zuku..."

And just like that, Izuku gave up.

He wasn't going anywhere.

Not when Mina, usually so full of wild energy and jokes, was murmuring sleepy nonsense against his heart. Not when her fingers curled trustingly into the fabric of his t-shirt like he was something precious she couldn’t bear to let go of.

He smiled, soft and completely smitten.

"Okay," he whispered, pressing a kiss into her hair. "Okay, Mina. I’ll stay."

The room grew quiet again, save for Mina’s soft breathing and the slow thud of his heart, which — traitorously — was pounding hard against his ribs.

Izuku made a mental note to text Bakugo later with some vague excuse about getting "delayed."

For now... he had way more important things to do.

Like being Mina's personal morning pillow.

 

It had been a week.

A whole week since Izuku discovered Mina’s secret morning mode: pink octopus girlfriend.

It wasn't a one-time thing. It wasn't even a sometimes thing.

It was Every. Single. Morning.

At first, Izuku thought maybe she was just extra tired that day. Maybe it was a phase. Maybe she wouldn’t —

"Mmmph—nooo," Mina grumbled into his collarbone as he tried, once again, to sneak out of bed. Her hands shot up like heat-seeking missiles, grabbing the hem of his t-shirt and yanking it back down as he tried to sit up. "’zuku... don't be a traitor..."

Izuku groaned softly, half in frustration, half because it was actually really, really cute.

"Mina," he whispered, twisting awkwardly as she clung to him like a starfish, "I seriously have to go! I promised Iida I'd meet him for a morning run—"

"Ditch 'im," Mina said, voice still thick with sleep. "He'll forgive you. You're adorable."

He sputtered. "That's—! That’s not—!"

He was losing. Again.

"Minaaa," he whined quietly, attempting to pry her hands off his shirt. She immediately retaliated by slumping fully on top of him, her arms locking around his neck in a loose, lazy chokehold. Her legs tangled with his. It was over.

"Pink trap. Caught forever," she mumbled victoriously, nuzzling under his chin.

Izuku slumped back into the pillows with a defeated noise.

He had fought many battles in his life — villains, disasters, impossible odds — but none had prepared him for the sheer emotional warfare of Mina in the mornings.

He could practically see it now:

Izuku Midoriya

Status : Defeated in battle

Cause of death : Excessive cuddles.

"You're evil," he whispered.

"Yup," Mina agreed cheerfully, cracking one eye open to beam up at him. "But I'm your evil."

And just like that, Izuku melted.

"...Ten more minutes," he mumbled, pulling the blanket back over them.

Mina grinned into his chest, smug and sleepy and warm.

Victory: Mina.

New personal best: 7 days of successful morning cuddles.

(And if Izuku ended up texting Iida another halfhearted apology with way too many exclamation points... well. Some battles just weren't meant to be won.)

 

Two days later, Izuku finally pulled it off.

He woke up before Mina.

She was sprawled across their bed, half-wrapped in the blanket, snoring softly. Not latched onto him.

Freedom.

Moving like a ninja, Izuku dressed in record time, tugged on his jogging shoes, and tiptoed toward the dorm entrance where Iida, Kirishima, and Sato were already waiting, stretching and chatting.

He was three steps from the door when—

"Mmm... 'zuku... where you goin'...?"

Izuku froze, one hand on the doorknob.

He turned his head just in time to see Mina stumble out of the elevator, wearing one of his hoodies that hung halfway down her thighs. Her hair was a pink tornado. She was rubbing her eyes with both fists like a cranky toddler.

And then — in full view of everyone — she shuffled fast and latched herself onto him, arms wrapping tightly around his waist.

"You escaped," she whined loudly. "No escaping. Come back."

Izuku flushed bright red. His friends definitely saw.

Kirishima cracked up, Sato looked like he was trying not to laugh, and Iida nearly dropped his phone in shock.

"Mina—!!" Izuku hissed, flailing slightly as she buried her face into his chest. "Everyone’s watching—!"

"Don't care," she mumbled stubbornly, squeezing tighter. "You're warm. You’re mine."

He felt every pair of eyes burning into him.

Iida cleared his throat loudly. "Midoriya! We were scheduled to begin warm-ups at precisely seven a.m.! Punctuality is important for cardiovascular health and discipline—"

"He's not going anywhere!" Mina shouted back, voice thick with sleepy outrage. "He's staying here! Where he belongs!"

Izuku was dying.

Kirishima leaned against the dorm wall, grinning wide. "Man, Mina, you’re ruthless."

Sato just offered Izuku a quiet thumbs-up, his face full of sympathy.

"Sorry guys!" Izuku yelped, trying to gently detach Mina from his waist like she was made of superglue. "I'll catch up! I swear!"

Mina, sensing betrayal, let out a wounded noise and clung even harder, legs almost coming off the ground as she hung onto him.

"Zuku's mineeeee," she wailed dramatically.

Everyone lost it.

Even Iida cracked a smile behind his hand, glasses slipping down his nose.

Blushing so hard it hurt, Izuku muttered an apology, scooped Mina up into his arms bridal-style (to save time, he told himself), and shuffled back towards his room while his friends laughed themselves breathless.

Back inside, Mina immediately nuzzled against him like a satisfied cat.

"Mornings suck," she muttered happily.

Izuku sighed in defeat, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

Maybe he'd just... run extra laps tomorrow.

The next morning, Izuku woke up to soft sunlight peeking through the curtains.

He blinked blearily at the clock.

6:45 a.m.

Plenty of time.

He stretched carefully, easing one leg out from under the blanket, moving in slow, practiced silence.

‘This time,’ he thought, ‘I might actually make it.’

He shifted, swinging one foot off the bed.

But before he could even stand—

"Nnnngghhh..." came a low, pitiful groan from the lump beside him.

Izuku froze, mid-sit-up.

He closed his eyes in defeat.

Slowly, resignedly, he slid back down into bed, pulling the blanket up to his shoulders.

From his side, Mina let out a soft, victorious giggle — not even bothering to open her eyes — and snuggled closer, tucking her cold toes against his legs.

Izuku sighed into his pillow.

This was his life now

Notes:

And that's a wrap. I hope you guys enjoy this one. Thank you for the support as always and see you next time

Chapter 53: Temptation is a Vine, Apparently

Summary:

Ibara doesn't understand what's happening.
Her dreams are warm. Her sheets are a mess.
And for some reason, Izuku Midoriya is always in the middle of it.
She's trying to stay composed—but Setsuna has other plans.

Notes:

A short crack story. No smut here, just Ibara getting spiritually wrecked by horniness and Setsuna making everything ten times worse. Flustered Midoriya included. Please enjoy the chaos.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Ibara had always followed the path of righteousness. She had been taught discipline, restraint, and purity from a young age, and she embraced those teachings fully. She knew of temptation, of sin, of the desires that led people astray—but they never concerned her.

Until now.

She plunged her face into the cold water again, letting it shock her back to her senses. For a few blissful moments, the heat crawling under her skin faded, but as soon as she resurfaced, it came rushing back.

This wasn’t normal.

The dreams wouldn’t stop. The way they lingered even after she woke up—the warmth, the ache—it left her restless, her heart pounding in a way she didn’t understand. She had no idea why it was happening or what it even meant .

Worse still, her sheets needed changing again.

Ibara let out a frustrated sigh and grabbed a towel, drying her face before stepping out of the bathroom.

"Okay, seriously , what’s with the morning routine?"

She turned to see Setsuna leaning against the counter, arms crossed, a knowing smirk on her face.

Before Ibara could respond, others took notice. The Class 1-B students had already gathered in the common room, the dining table filled as Awase and Monoma worked in the kitchen.

Itsuka, ever observant, immediately frowned at Ibara’s posture. "You okay? You’ve been acting weird lately."

Ibara hesitated. Should she speak of it? She hated keeping secrets, and she wanted answers.

With a deep breath, she confessed. "I have been having strange dreams as of late."

The atmosphere in the room shifted .

Some of the girls leaned in, intrigued. The guys, while trying to act disinterested, suddenly found their food incredibly fascinating.

Itsuka tilted her head. "What kind of dreams?"

Ibara frowned, searching for the right words. "They feel... different from normal dreams. More vivid. I can feel everything—every touch, every breath, as if it were real."

She noticed the way some of the girls tensed. Setsuna, in particular, looked way too amused.

Ibara pressed on, still oblivious to what she was implying. "In these dreams, I see Midoriya. We—" She hesitated, her fingers curling into her sleeves. "We are close. Too close. His hands are warm, firm, always pulling me toward him. When our lips meet, it is... overwhelming. I can feel his breath against my skin, the way he holds me so tightly as if he fears I will disappear."

She exhaled slowly, as if recalling the sensation even now. "And I—I respond. I do not pull away. My hands move on their own, grasping, holding. There is a desperation between us, as if we are both searching for something neither of us understands. It does not stop with a single kiss—no, he trails them lower, and I—"

Ibara abruptly stopped.

It was only when she looked up that she realized the reactions around her.

The boys? Frozen . Eyes wide, mouths slightly open, staring at her like she had just spoken in an entirely different language. Awase had stopped flipping the eggs. Monoma looked halfway between horrified and stunned. Even Kamakiri, usually composed, was blinking rapidly.

The girls, however, were worse.

Itsuka’s entire face was a shade of red that nearly matched her hair. Yui had resorted to fanning herself with both hands now. Pony was hiding behind Reiko, who was pointedly avoiding eye contact.

And Setsuna? She looked thrilled .

" Damn, ” the lizard girl drawled, laughing. “Did not expect that level of detail."

Ibara frowned. "You... you understand what this means?"

Itsuka let out a strangled noise. Yui just nodded slowly, still fanning herself.

"Ohhh yeah," Setsuna said, throwing an arm around Ibara’s shoulders. "And girl , we really need to have a talk."

Ibara still didn’t understand why everyone was looking at her that way. But one thing was clear—she was about to learn something very important.

And she did.

Thirty minutes later, after being pulled aside for an extensive discussion—filled with hushed whispers, knowing smirks, and more flustered reactions than she thought possible—Ibara now lay face down on her bed, her pillow muffling the primal scream of embarrassment escaping her lips.

Setsuna, lounging beside her, casually patted her back with a grin. "Tough lesson, huh?"

Ibara let out another muffled wail.

"Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it," Setsuna continued, utterly unsympathetic. "Besides, congrats! You’ve officially joined the rest of us in knowing things ."

Ibara slowly turned her head, face still burning red. "I did not want to know!"

"Well, now you do," Setsuna said, completely unbothered. Then, after a moment, her smirk widened. "Sooo, since you’re all enlightened now… why not just go straight to Midoriya and smooch him? Y’know, test the waters ."

Ibara shot up so fast she nearly knocked Setsuna off the bed. "WHAT!?"

Setsuna only cackled. "Think about it! You’ve been dreaming about him non-stop, your body's clearly trying to tell you something, and if it’s messing with your head this much, the best solution is to just do something about it ."

Ibara, already feeling like she was on the verge of combustion, sputtered, "That—that is not an acceptable solution!"

"Why not?" Setsuna leaned in, resting her chin in her palm. "You clearly like him."

"I—" Ibara opened her mouth to deny it. But then she thought about it. Thought about him . The warmth of his hands, the way he held her in those dreams, the way he felt . Her face burned hotter, and her words died in her throat.

Setsuna’s grin grew even more wicked. "Aha! That’s what I thought."

Ibara groaned and grabbed her pillow, clutching it as if it would somehow shield her from the truth .

"You could just talk to him," Setsuna continued, as if she weren’t actively trying to destroy Ibara’s soul. "Y’know, casually bring up how you keep dreaming about him kissing you senseless—"

"SETSUNA!" Ibara all but screamed , pulling at her own vines in distress.

Setsuna wheezed with laughter. "Okay, okay! Maybe not that directly. But hey, if it’s bothering you this much, maybe a little real-world experiment would help. Just a peck, just to see how it feels!"

Ibara buried her face in her pillow again. "I would rather ensnare myself within my vines and never emerge than do something so shameless !"

"Oh come on," Setsuna snickered. "You're telling me you wouldn’t want to know if the real thing is even better than the dreams?"

Ibara didn’t respond.

Because the thought had, for a brief and horrifying moment, crossed her mind .

She let out a pitiful whimper into her pillow. "I cannot… I must not …"

Setsuna hummed. "Sounds like you want to , though."

Ibara groaned and flopped onto her side, curling up as if she could somehow make herself disappear. " Leave me be… "

"Not a chance," Setsuna grinned, giving her another firm pat on the back. "We’re fixing this, one way or another."

Ibara squeezed her eyes shut. She had a sinking feeling this was far from over.

 

Izuku stood in the common room, towel slung over his shoulder, contemplating how to spend his off-day. No morning jog today. Maybe he could clean something? Cook? Read a few chapters of that manual he kept putting off?

He barely had time to finish the thought when three harsh knocks rattled the door, followed by a muffled voice yelling something unintelligible.

He blinked. Who could that be at this hour?

Izuku opened the door.

And froze.

Right outside, just beyond the threshold, stood Setsuna—facing away from him, bracing her feet against the floor like she was in the middle of a tug-of-war with destiny itself.

Gripped tightly in both her arms was Ibara , who was currently on the ground, her face a vivid shade of crimson, screaming into the void as her vines were wrapped around benches, trees, and even embedded into the earth. He could see one of the metal rails on a bench buckling slightly under the strain of her grip.

“Ibara, please!” Setsuna huffed, pulling harder. “You have three options! Talk to him, kiss him, or—hell— sleep with him and finally get those dreams out of your system!”

“I WILL DO NONE OF THOSE!” Ibara cried, her voice cracking with sheer panic. “I WOULD RATHER CRAWL INTO THE EARTH AND NEVER RETURN!”

Izuku stood frozen in the doorway, still holding the edge of the door with one hand, blinking like he’d just stepped into someone else's fever dream.

“Uh…” he started cautiously. “What’s going on?”

Setsuna didn’t even look back at him. “Helping. Ibara. Process. Her. Feelings,” she grunted, still yanking on Ibara’s leg. “Turns out she’s been having some very spicy dreams about you.”

" SETSUNA! ” Ibara shrieked, writhing in panic. “DO NOT BELIEVE HER! SHE IS A VERY DIRTY LIAR!”

Izuku’s brain briefly disconnected from his body. He just stood there, processing that sentence in silence. Spicy dreams? About… him ?

Another vine whipped and tightened around the bench.

“Ibara, girl, come on!” Setsuna shouted. “You either fix it or keep soaking your sheets every night, and I know you hate laundry!”

“I WOULD RATHER DROWN IN MY OWN EMBARRASSMENT!” Ibara screamed.

Then, fate intervened.

One of the thick branches her vines had latched onto snapped , jerking her off balance with a loud crack . Setsuna, sensing her chance, gave one final, savage tug, yanking Ibara upright and stumbling forward—

—and in one fluid motion, shoved Ibara directly into Izuku’s chest.

Izuku caught her on instinct, his hands gripping her arms to steady her as she collided with him.

Setsuna gave a satisfied nod, dusted her hands off, and turned to jog away. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do! Also— wear protection! ” she called over her shoulder.

Izuku stood there, still holding a dazed, wide-eyed Ibara, staring after the trail of dust left by the tornado that was Setsuna.

There was a long, heavy silence.

Ibara’s heart was hammering. She didn’t even know where to put her arms. She couldn’t look at him. Couldn’t breathe.

Izuku looked down at her—his face, gentle. Confused. Concerned. "…Do you want breakfast?" he asked.

Still red as a sunrise, Ibara gave the faintest nod. “Yes. Please.”

He stepped back, gently guiding her inside and letting the door close behind them.

The silence lingered.

They reached the kitchen. Ibara stood by the counter, awkward, shifting her weight from foot to foot. Izuku began pulling things from the fridge.

Then, after a moment, he asked softly, “So… about those dreams?”

Ibara inhaled sharply.

Her fists clenched at her sides.

Her whole soul tensed.

And then she screamed into her hands .

Notes:

And that's a wrap!

Thanks for reading I hope you enjoyed that. Also I've been reading your comments and thank you so much for like the previous stories and for the feedback I really like it and don't mind it.

You guys gonna have to forgive me for some errors here and there. I do try, but I don't really....think it that far or that deeply. But I do care on the stories that I make and making sure they make sense and there are...less continuation errors or errors in general. I'm honestly just here to have fun

So anyway thanks and I'll see you guys in the next story

Chapter 54: The Hero, His Kid, and the Woman Next Door

Summary:

Rei Todoroki wasn’t looking for anything new—until a quiet lunch invitation slowly grew into something more. Between shared meals, quiet conversations, and one middle schooler’s chatter filling the empty corners of her home, Rei finds herself part of a life that feels...gentler. Izuku Midoriya, a young single father, never meant to let someone in. But Rei fits—without asking, without trying.
This isn’t a love story. Not yet.
But maybe it’s the kind that could become one.

Notes:

And I am back. Man what a damn week life has been busy. With the loss of Overtimes at work (Good bye extra money lol) and going back and forth from my hometown to where I currently live, life is very much trying to make feel my age. In any case. Happy Belated or Advance mothers day to you, to your mothers, and to any mother figure you have.

Don't have a big update.....not that I can recall. But yeah this is a Izuku x Rei story. Trying my hand on slow burn with this one. Hope you like it.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

The kettle whistled softly in the quiet kitchen. Steam curled beneath the warm afternoon light filtering through gauzy curtains, casting golden slants across polished counters.

Rei Todoroki turned off the stove, carefully pouring the hot water into a ceramic teapot. Her hands, slender and lined with faint years of care, moved gently, deliberately. The small rituals brought her peace.

A voice called from behind her, light and affectionate.

“Mom, I can make my own tea, you know.”

Rei smiled without turning. “You’re a guest, Fuyumi. Let me spoil you a little.”

Fuyumi Todoroki leaned against the counter, arms folded, watching her mother with quiet fondness. She’d come straight from work, her blouse still faintly creased, her eyes crinkling as she smiled. “I don’t think daughters count as guests.”

Rei finally turned, placing the teapot and two cups on the table. “Maybe not. But it makes me happy.”

They sat together in the small dining nook, steam rising between them in delicate wisps.

It had been almost a year since Rei had moved into this home—a modest, sunlit house nestled in a quiet neighborhood far from the Todoroki estate. The divorce papers had been signed amicably, quietly, without fanfare. After everything, it had felt less like an ending and more like… a sigh of release.

They had tried, in the end. After the war, after the battles, after watching their children carve paths through chaos and pain, they’d both stood at the ruins of their marriage and wondered if something could still be salvaged. Enji had tried. Truly tried.

But there were some things that “I’m sorry” and “I’ll be better” couldn’t undo. Some fractures that no amount of effort could mend.

And so they’d agreed.

Rei would live independently, for the first time in decades. Her mental health had stabilized over the years; the doctors had long since said she was well enough to live on her own. Enji would provide for the house, cover the bills, deposit living expenses each month—until, and unless, Rei told him to stop.

“I’m not cutting you off,” he’d said, voice quiet. “But I won’t chain you either.”

She’d kept the Todoroki name. A decision made without bitterness or sentimentality. It was simply hers now, tied to her children, her life. Enji hadn’t objected.

Most of her belongings had come with her, though she’d left some behind. One evening before she left, she handed Enji a copy of a family photo album. “So you won’t forget,” she’d said simply.

The children were adults now. No custody battles, no choices of homes to split between. They were free to visit either parent as they wished. Shoto came by when he could. Natsuo less often. Fuyumi the most—always making sure her mother wasn’t lonely, always watching over her in small, unobtrusive ways.

And so, here she was. Alone, mostly. But peaceful.

Well— not alone today.

Fuyumi’s laughter bubbled over the rim of her teacup as she stirred in a spoonful of honey. “I’m serious, Mom. You should try dating again.”

Rei nearly choked on her sip of tea, coughing into her sleeve. “Fuyumi—!”

“What?” Fuyumi grinned, eyes sparkling. “You’re still young, you know. Fifty isn’t ancient. And you’re beautiful. Don’t act like you don’t know it.”

“I’m old enough to be someone’s mother.” Rei set her cup down firmly, trying to hide the faint pink rising in her cheeks. “I am someone’s mother.”

“That didn’t stop the delivery guy” Fuyumi quipped, earning a light swat on the arm from Rei.

Rei shook her head, half amused, half exasperated. “Do you know how hard it is to date at my age? And with my name? It’s not exactly a selling point.”

Fuyumi’s teasing softened into gentle insistence. “You deserve to be loved, Mom. You deserve someone who makes you feel… happy.”

Rei’s smile faltered, just a little, as she looked out the window.

“I am happy,” she murmured. “This quiet… it’s enough.”

Fuyumi didn’t push further. She only reached across the table, squeezing her mother’s hand.

Outside, a moving truck pulled up to the house next door, men unloading boxes and furniture into the modest little home. Neither of them noticed—at least not yet.



The sound of cardboard scraping against pavement and the rhythmic thud of boxes landing on the porch filled the quiet street. Izuku wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his glove, grinning as he hefted another box out of the moving truck. “Thanks again!” he called over his shoulder to the movers, who gave him a polite nod as they stacked another load near the door.

Beside him, Eri was carefully cradling her most prized possession—a small, polished guitar, the purple strap slung across her shoulder. She hugged it protectively, the faintest smile curling her lips. “Careful with that,” Izuku reminded with a playful wag of his finger. “Auntie Kyoka would never forgive us if it got scratched.”

Eri giggled. “She said it makes me look cooler.”

Izuku chuckled softly, setting the last box down before straightening up and letting his gaze drift over their new home. It wasn’t extravagant by any means, but it wasn’t too modest either. A cozy two-story house, tucked between neatly kept hedges, with a porch big enough for a pair of chairs and a small table. Inside, there was more space than he expected: a living room big enough for a couch and TV, a spacious kitchen with plenty of counter space, four bedrooms—more than he needed, really. One for him, one for Eri, and two guest rooms that would probably gather dust or be filled with Eri’s art projects before long.

He’d wanted something smaller, truthfully. Something easier to clean, easier to afford. But this was the closest he could find to Eri’s new middle school, and that came first. Always.

He let out a satisfied sigh, planting his hands on his hips as he turned to Eri. “Well, Ms. Midoriya,” he said, teasingly formal, “ready to decorate your room?”

Eri’s eyes lit up as she beamed up at him. “Yep!”

That smile—it never failed to pull at his heartstrings. Even after everything, after all the nightmares, the fights, the losses… she still smiled like that. Like a kid. And for him, that was worth everything.

As they stepped inside, his mind drifted, unbidden, to the path that had led them here.

After the war… after that long, brutal fight with All For One, when the dust had settled and peace finally began to stitch itself back together, he’d made the decision. His third year at U.A., barely scraping together enough time between internships and rebuilding efforts, he’d filed the paperwork. He officially adopted Eri as his daughter.

People had raised eyebrows. A third-year college student adopting a child? Some called it irresponsible, reckless. But then again, most of them hadn’t fought in a war at nineteen. Hadn’t bled, hadn’t buried friends, hadn’t watched entire cities crumble beneath chaos. Being “too young” felt almost laughable after everything they’d survived.

It wasn’t like he hadn’t tried to build a life beyond hero work. He’d dated. He and Ochaco… well, they gave it an honest shot. It wasn’t that she didn’t love him. She adored him, adored Eri, even called herself Eri’s “big sister” every chance she got. But when the opportunity for a hero program overseas came up, she couldn’t pass it up. They tried long distance for a few months. It wasn’t enough.

And so, they parted ways. On good terms, sure. She still called to check on Eri, still argued with Izuku over which cartoons were better, still teased him about his bedhead during video calls. She was one of Eri’s awesome aunts now, and honestly? That was enough.

Romance just… hadn’t really found its place again. Between raising a kid, managing his agency, and hero work, the idea of a relationship felt distant. Abstract. Like something he couldn’t quite fit into his schedule, no matter how he turned it around.

Not that it mattered much. It wasn’t like someone was just going to walk into his life, settle into his home, take care of Eri, and practically be his wife overnight without any effort.

He huffed a quiet laugh to himself at the absurdity of it as he carried a box labeled “kitchen” into the house.

Yeah. That would be ridiculous.

 

The front door creaked open as Rei stepped out onto the porch, Fuyumi trailing behind her with a small bag slung over her shoulder. “Are you sure you won’t stay for lunch?” Rei asked softly, tilting her head.

Fuyumi smiled apologetically. “I’d love to, Mom, but I’ve got a stack of essays waiting to be graded. And frankly, some of those kids need divine intervention, not just red ink.”

Rei chuckled quietly, reaching out to squeeze her daughter’s hand. “Next time, then.”

Just as Fuyumi turned to leave, both women paused at the sight of a moving truck pulling out across the street. Fuyumi frowned, hands on her hips. “New neighbors, huh? Hopefully not a bunch of noisy kids throwing parties every night.” She sighed, already imagining rowdy teenagers blaring music until 2 a.m.

But then—green. A familiar shade of unruly green hair caught Rei’s eye, and before she could place it, Fuyumi’s face lit up in recognition.

“Izuku?!” Fuyumi called, raising a hand.

Across the street, Izuku looked up from the box he was carrying, his expression brightening immediately as he spotted her. “Oh! Hey, Fuyumi!” he called back, setting the box down and wiping his hands on his jeans.

Fuyumi jogged over, eyes scanning the stack of boxes around him. “Wait… you’re moving here? I thought you lived in that penthouse downtown.”

Izuku groaned quietly, running a hand through his hair. “Don’t remind me,” he muttered. “It was… nice, but kinda overwhelming. All Might gifted it to me after graduation, but…” he trailed off, making a vague motion as if words failed him. “It didn’t really feel like home. And once Eri needed a new middle school, we decided to move closer to one.”

Fuyumi laughed at his exasperated sigh. “Well, welcome to the neighborhood, penthouse boy.”

Izuku opened his mouth to protest, but then his gaze shifted slightly to the right—and his eyes widened.

“Oh! I’m so sorry, Mrs. Todoroki—I didn’t see you there!” he called, bowing his head quickly as Rei approached with a gentle smile.

Rei shook her head softly. “No need to apologize,” she said kindly. “It’s been a long time since I saw you… you’re Shoto’s friend, right?”

Izuku straightened, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish grin. “Yeah, that’s me.”

He glanced between them. “Do you live here, Fuyumi?”

Fuyumi shook her head. “Nope, just Mom. After the… well, y’know.” She trailed off, shrugging.

Izuku’s expression sobered slightly, humming in quiet acknowledgment without pressing. Some things didn’t need saying aloud.

Rei’s gaze softened as she looked at the boxes. “You’re moving here with… someone?”

“Ah, yeah—me and Eri,” Izuku replied, his smile brightening again.

“Eri?” Rei tilted her head in curiosity.

Right on cue, the front door behind him creaked open, and a voice called out. “Dad? What do you want for lunch if we’re ordering online?”

Eri stepped out onto the porch, her phone clutched in both hands, her guitar still slung across her back. Her red eyes widened at the sight of strangers standing with her father. She stiffened for a moment, then offered a shy little wave.

Izuku motioned her over gently. “C’mere, sweetheart.”

Eri padded closer, hovering by his side as he rested a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “Mrs. Todoroki, Fuyumi—this is Eri,” he introduced proudly. “My daughter.”

Eri bowed politely. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Rei’s heart swelled a little at the sight. “Well aren’t you precious,” she said warmly.

Fuyumi crouched slightly to Eri’s level, smiling. “Hi, Eri! I’m Fuyumi, and this is my mom. We’re part of your Uncle Shoto’s family,” she added helpfully.

Eri’s eyes lit up faintly at the mention, her shyness melting just a bit.

“Go ahead and order whatever you want, kiddo,” Izuku told her, giving her a little squeeze on the shoulder.

As Eri stepped back inside, Rei tilted her head. “Ordering lunch?”

Izuku chuckled. “Yeah… we haven’t stocked up on groceries yet. Gonna be a while before the kitchen’s up and running.”

Rei’s smile brightened. “Then why don’t you come have lunch with me instead?”

Izuku blinked, visibly flustered. “Oh—I couldn’t possibly, it wouldn’t be right—”

“I insist,” Rei said gently, cutting him off with a light firmness. “Consider it a thank you for being a good friend to Shoto. And a welcome to the neighborhood.”

Izuku glanced at Fuyumi for backup, but she only grinned and shrugged. “You might as well give up now, she won’t take no for an answer.”

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck again, then went to the door and crouched to Eri’s level as she peeked out the door. “You okay with that, sweetheart?”

Eri nodded quickly, a curious smile blooming on her face. “She seems nice… and Uncle Shoto says his mom’s cooking is the best, so… why not?”

Izuku huffed a quiet laugh, shaking his head fondly. “Alright, you win.”

Rei’s smile turned quietly triumphant.

Fuyumi stretched, turning to head down the path. “Well, I’ll leave you all to it. Some of us have delinquent essays to grade.”

“Bye, Auntie Fuyumi!” Eri called.

Fuyumi winked. “Behave, you two.”

And with that, Izuku and Eri found themselves swept into the warm, welcoming embrace of Rei’s home.

 

The television hummed softly in the living room, casting flickering colors across the walls. Eri sat cross-legged on the floor, eyes wide as she watched the latest teen drama that had apparently taken over every middle school group chat in the city.

Izuku leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, a faintly amused smile on his lips. “Wasn’t there a time you were addicted to cartoons?” he asked, tilting his head.

Eri didn’t even glance away from the screen. “I still watch those,” she replied matter-of-factly. “But this show’s story is really good! The guy’s lover is actually the maid of his boss.”

Izuku blinked slowly. “The maid… of his boss?”

“Yeah! But she’s secretly rich but hiding it because of family drama, and she doesn’t want the guy to know—”

Izuku ran a hand through his hair with a helpless chuckle. “Kids grow up way too fast…” he murmured under his breath.

Behind him, Rei’s soft giggle floated from the kitchen. “They really do,” she agreed gently, stirring something on the stovetop.

Izuku turned toward her, catching the light steam curling from the pot she stood over. The comforting smell of simmering curry filled the air, mingling with the faint sizzle of vegetables in a nearby pan. Rei moved with quiet confidence, ladling broth, checking the heat, chopping herbs.

He stepped closer. “Need a hand?” he asked.

Rei glanced over her shoulder, smiling softly. “Oh no, you’re my guest, Midoriya-kun. Please, just relax.”

Izuku frowned a little, folding his arms. “I feel kinda rude just standing around… at least let me help with something.”

For a moment, Rei hesitated, then her smile widened slightly—like she’d expected him to insist. “Alright, alright,” she relented, setting a cutting board on the counter. “You can peel the potatoes and carrots. And after that, you can handle the curry sauce while I finish the rice and sauté the vegetables.”

Izuku rolled up his sleeves with a quiet grin. “Deal.”

He took up the peeler and settled into the rhythm beside her. The sound of vegetables thudding onto the board, the soft scrape of the knife, the warm smell of curry spices—it all blended into a peaceful domesticity neither of them commented on.

From the living room, Eri’s excited gasp echoed over a dramatic plot twist. “Dad! The maid just slapped the boss!”

Izuku chuckled under his breath.

Rei’s laughter joined his, light and genuine. “You’ve raised a very passionate young lady,” she said warmly.

Izuku paused mid-peel, glancing her way with quiet pride. “She’s everything to me.”

Rei nodded softly, a knowing look in her eyes. “I can see that.”

And for a while, there was nothing but the quiet music of the home: the TV humming, vegetables sizzling, Eri’s occasional gasps, and the steady rhythm of preparing a simple, shared meal.

The table was simple but beautifully set: steaming bowls of vegetable curry, a small plate of pickles, fluffy white rice, and a pitcher of cool barley tea. Rei moved gracefully, placing the last dish down with a soft smile. “Alright, let’s eat.”

“Thank you for the meal,” Izuku and Eri both said, bowing slightly in unison before picking up their spoons.

Rei watched Eri for a moment, a gentle amusement in her eyes as the girl carefully arranged her plate—sectioning rice, curry, vegetables, making sure nothing spilled, each bite taken neatly. “My, Eri-chan, you’re such a well-mannered eater,” Rei remarked softly, a small laugh in her voice. “When Natsuo was your age, he was all elbows on the table and curry on his sleeves. So rebellious.”

Izuku laughed, shaking his head. “Yeah, I heard Natsuo’s mellowed out a bit now. Got married, didn’t he? I think he has a little girl now, too.”

Rei’s smile softened, a glimmer of warmth and quiet relief crossing her face. “Yes… he did.” She stirred her tea absentmindedly. “I’m grateful he found someone, despite… everything.” Her voice trailed slightly, the edges dimming. Then she blinked and quickly lifted her gaze. “Ah—sorry. I didn’t mean to bring down the mood.”

Izuku shook his head, offering her a reassuring smile. “It’s alright. We can’t pretend the past wasn’t there. It’s… not something you just forget overnight.”

For a second, Rei studied him, something unreadable flickering behind her gentle eyes, but she only gave a small nod.

Eri, who had been quietly eating, chimed in without looking up, “It’s better than Grandpa Toshi splashing blood every time he laughs.”

Rei blinked, a flash of concern in her expression. “Blood?”

Izuku gave a sheepish laugh, waving his hand. “Ah—Toshinori, my stepfather. He was All Might back in the day. After the injury, he coughs up blood sometimes, especially when he’s excited or laughing too hard. He’s fine. It’s just… well, a quirk of his, I guess.”

Rei let out a small breath, her shoulders easing again. “Oh… I see.”

They fell into a quiet rhythm, the soft clink of spoons against bowls and the occasional sip of tea filling the air. Eri asked Rei about the houseplants near the window; Rei explained which ones were Shoto’s favorites when he visited. Izuku chuckled as Eri shyly admitted she was bad at keeping plants alive, and Rei gently promised to help her pick something easy to care for if she wanted.

It was light, peaceful conversation, drifting comfortably between them like they’d done this a dozen times before.

At one point, Izuku leaned back slightly, watching Eri animatedly chat with Rei about her new school and the drama show she was obsessed with, her hands gesturing as she tried to explain the tangled love triangle. Rei listened with patient amusement, occasionally laughing softly or offering a thoughtful nod.

Izuku found himself smiling quietly, not out of amusement or politeness, but out of something simpler, something warmer—a kind of contentment.

 

The gentle splash of water filled the kitchen, mingling with the quiet sounds of a distant TV and the faint aroma of leftover curry still hanging in the air. Izuku stood at the sink, sleeves rolled up, carefully washing the plates while Rei stood beside him with a towel, drying each dish he passed her.

Rei gave a soft, resigned sigh. “You know, you’re a guest. You really should be relaxing, not helping me with the cleanup.”

Izuku smiled slightly, eyes on the plate he was rinsing. “I helped make the mess, so I should help clean it up. It’s the least I can do. You already went out of your way to invite us for lunch.”

Rei pouted just a little, her brow furrowing. “But I offered. You didn’t intrude, Midoriya-kun. You and Eri are always welcome here.”

He chuckled softly, handing her the next plate. “Even so, I’m still going to help.”

Their hands brushed for just a moment as he passed the dish—skin against skin, fleeting, ordinary. Izuku quickly murmured, “Ah, sorry,” before turning back to rinse the next item.

Rei shook her head, a small, polite smile tugging at her lips as she dried the plate. “No, it’s fine.”

There was no awkwardness. No spark. Just two adults standing side by side, quietly working together, comfortable in the shared moment.

In the background, Eri’s voice piped up from the living room, laughter bubbling out as she watched her drama show, feet tucked under her on the couch.

Once everything was done, Izuku rolled his sleeves back down, smoothing them out, while Rei neatly stacked the dry dishes. They both moved back toward the entryway where Eri was already slipping on her shoes.

“Thank you very much for the meal, Todoroki-san,” Izuku said, bowing respectfully.

Eri echoed him with a shy little smile, bowing as well. “Thank you!”

Rei clasped her hands lightly in front of her, smiling warmly. “It was my pleasure. Come by anytime, really.”

With a few final farewells, the door closed softly behind them. Rei stood there for a moment, gazing at the now-quiet house.

The silence felt… odd.

Not bad, exactly. Just… still.

She turned, looking back at the living room—the empty table, the faint trace of voices that had filled the space earlier. Strange. The house had felt warmer somehow, just a little fuller, when they were here.

Shaking her head with a small, amused breath, she wandered over to the couch and picked up the remote.

Her thumb hovered for a moment before she smiled softly and flicked through the channels, finally landing on the drama show Eri had been so excited about.

“…Let’s see what all the fuss is about,” she murmured, settling onto the couch as the opening theme played, curiosity quietly blooming.

 

Five days later, the afternoon sun had begun its slow descent, casting long, lazy shadows over the quiet street. Rei stood outside her house, watering the small row of potted plants she kept by the front steps. The light mist from the watering can caught the golden rays, sparkling briefly before sinking into the soil.

She worked quietly, the soft sound of water her only company. Normally, by this time, she would have already heard Eri’s light footsteps approaching, the soft clatter of the door unlocking, and then — as if by routine — the faint murmur of the TV turning on next door.

Their presence, she realized, had become a familiar backdrop. In the mornings, Izuku would leave for work, usually with a slightly overloaded suitcase in one hand and his hero gear tucked carefully inside. He’d wave at Rei as she watched from the steps, and she’d wave back, smiling softly. Eri would be the last to leave, a small wave and cheerful “good morning” before heading off to school. Then in the afternoons, Eri would return home, and the quiet next door would lift — the soft sounds of a show, occasional laughter, sometimes Izuku calling out reminders about school nights.

But today… the house stayed quiet.

Rei frowned slightly, lowering the watering can. She glanced toward the corner where Eri usually appeared, worry beginning to creep in. She’s probably fine, Rei reassured herself, but her heart fluttered uneasily. Just as she opened her mouth to sigh, she caught sight of a familiar figure rounding the corner — small frame, school bag, and this time a plastic bag dangling from one hand.

Relieved, Rei straightened and waved. “Welcome back, Eri-chan.”

Eri’s face brightened as she approached, bowing politely. “Hello, Todoroki-san!”

“You’re a little late today,” Rei commented, a hint of concern still in her voice.

Eri lifted the plastic bag slightly, cheeks puffing in a small huff. “Dad texted me. He’s running late, so I went to the convenience store to get something for dinner.”

Rei’s eyes softened, though she frowned slightly at the sight of the plastic bag. She knew that look — the slightly resigned, making-do kind of solution. With a small smile, Rei gently shook her head.

“You know,” she said warmly, “I have some leftovers from lunch. Why don’t you take them? It’s too much for one person anyway, and you can save some for your father when he gets home.”

Eri blinked, then gave a surprisingly good impression of Izuku’s usual polite stammer: “A-ah, no, I couldn’t possibly—”

Rei giggled softly, reaching out to ruffle Eri’s hair. “It’s no trouble at all, really. Go on home and relax — I’ll bring it over in a moment.”

With a sheepish smile, Eri nodded. “Thank you, Todoroki-san.” She gave another little bow and skipped toward her front door, fumbling with her keys.

Rei watched her go, then turned back into her own house, humming quietly as she retrieved the lunch leftovers from the fridge. She carefully reheated the food, portioned it into a neat container — enough for two people — and wrapped it up. Once satisfied, she stepped outside again, crossing the small gap between their homes.

She gave a light knock on the door. Moments later, Eri answered, now dressed in cozy home clothes, her face lighting up when she saw Rei. “Thank you so much for the meal, Todoroki-san!”

Rei smiled softly, handing over the container. “You’re very welcome, Eri-chan. Make sure to save some for your father, okay?”

Eri nodded eagerly. “I will!”

With a small wave, Rei turned and walked back to her home, the evening air cool against her skin. As she stepped inside, she felt the quiet settle over her again — not unpleasant, but noticeably emptier than a moment ago. She let out a soft sigh, smiling faintly to herself.

It’s nice, she thought, having someone to share with.

She closed her door gently and moved back to her living room, feeling a little lighter than usual.

Around 8 p.m., Rei’s head lifted from the quiet murmur of the evening news when she heard a knock at her door.

She rose, smoothing her blouse absently. “Who is it?”

“It’s me—Midoriya,” came Izuku’s familiar voice, slightly muffled.

Rei’s lips softened into a smile as she unlocked and opened the door. There he stood, framed in the doorway under the porch light, hair a little tousled, a wrinkled shirt still clinging to the shape of his busy day. In his hands was the same food container she’d packed the leftovers in earlier.

“I just wanted to thank you, Todoroki-san,” Izuku said, offering a sheepish grin. “For the food. Eri told me you gave her something, and honestly—it saved me. I was chasing a villain until late, so…”

Rei reached out, gently taking the container from his hands. “It was no trouble,” she murmured. “Was it alright? I wasn’t sure if you two would like it.”

“It was great—delicious, really,” Izuku assured, reaching into his pocket, pulling out his wallet. “I should, uh, at least pay you for it—”

Rei shook her head, a soft laugh escaping her. “You don’t owe me anything, Midoriya-san. I gave it to Eri because I wanted to. I couldn’t, in good conscience, let a growing young lady live off convenience store food.”

Izuku laughed softly, rubbing the back of his neck. “You’re probably right. She’s rubbing off on me, huh? I’ve let her get too used to convenience store dinners lately.”

Rei leaned casually on the doorframe, a soft smile playing on her lips. “Well, if you ever need,” she said gently, “Eri can always come by for a snack or just some company. It’s no trouble — and honestly, I wouldn’t mind the company myself. The house is a bit too quiet sometimes.”

Izuku blinked, caught slightly off guard. He raised his hands. “Ah — no, no, that’s really kind of you, but I couldn’t impose like that…”

Rei chuckled, waving a hand dismissively. “It’s not imposing. Only if you or Eri ever wanted, of course. I just thought I’d offer.”

Izuku hesitated, processing her words. His gaze softened. “…Thank you. That’s… really kind of you, Todoroki-san.”

Rei smiled, warm and quiet. “Of course.”

They exchanged a few final words, then Izuku offered a polite bow and a quiet thank-you before turning back to his home. Rei closed the door softly behind her, the news still playing faintly from the living room.

She walked back to her seat, settling on the couch with the softest little exhale. Her show was still playing, bright voices and flickering colors on the screen, but…

For just a second, she noticed how the house felt a little quieter again.

And she wondered, absently, if it might feel a bit warmer next time.

 

It had been a month since Rei offered, “Eri can always come by for a snack or just some company.”

Izuku had thanked her, gently relayed the offer, but unsurprisingly, Eri never came by. She wasn’t the type to casually show up, no matter how kindly the invitation was made. She was polite, a little shy, and grew up learning not to bother others.

Still, Rei and Eri talked here and there. On weekday afternoons when Eri passed by on her way home, she’d wave and sometimes pause, telling Rei little bits about her day — how the teacher was too strict, how her friend wouldn’t share her snacks, how the TV drama’s last episode was so unfair. Rei would listen with a soft smile, offering a few words, watching as the little girl’s face lit up when she talked.

On weekends, Rei kept her windows open to let in the gentle breeze, folding laundry or knitting quietly by the window. And then next door, she could often hear the soft, slightly uneven notes of Eri practicing her guitar. Rei didn’t interrupt, didn’t call out — she just listened, a faint contentment settling in her chest.

Then, one evening, the rain came.

It wasn’t in the forecast, one of those sudden spring downpours that arrived out of nowhere. Rei sat curled on the couch, a blanket draped over her legs, a cup of tea cradled between her hands as she watched the news flicker softly on the screen. She glanced occasionally at the window, the rain streaking in long, silver lines.

A sharp, small knock startled her.

She set the tea down carefully, rising. Her brows furrowed slightly. She crossed the quiet house to the front door and called softly, “Yes? Who is it?”

There was a small shuffle outside. A muffled, familiar voice answered, “I-it’s Eri…”

Rei’s heart gave a small squeeze. She unlocked the door and opened it.

There stood Eri, her white hair plastered to her face, school bag clutched to her chest, water dripping down her sleeves. She shivered slightly, looking up with a sheepish, almost apologetic smile.

“I— I forgot my key,” she murmured. “And the rain— it just started pouring, and I—”

“Oh, sweetie, come in, come in!” Rei didn’t wait. She gently but firmly ushered Eri inside, closing the door behind her. The warmth of the house wrapped around them, contrasting sharply with the damp chill of the outside.

Rei crouched slightly, brushing wet strands back from Eri’s forehead, her voice low and concerned. “You poor thing… you’re soaked through.” Her hands lightly touched Eri’s cold fingers. “Come, let’s get you warm. Sit here a moment.”

She guided Eri toward the kitchen without fuss, pulling out a towel to wrap around the shivering girl’s shoulders. Eri hesitated at the doorway, damp socks leaving faint prints on the floor, clutching the towel and glancing shyly around the space.

Rei moved softly, already opening a cupboard, setting a kettle on, her motions practiced and easy.

“Take off your wet socks, dear,” Rei murmured gently over her shoulder. “We’ll get you something warm to drink, and then I’ll find you some dry clothes. You can warm up first — no rush.”

Eri, still shivering slightly, nodded and peeled off her soaked socks, her small fingers fumbling a little at the cold. Rei glanced over with a soft smile, noting the effort, before she turned back to the cupboard.

Not long after, the soft scent of peppermint tea filled the kitchen, mingling with the quiet patter of the rain outside. Rei set a mug gently on the table, steam curling up like little wisps of comfort.

“Alright, hop along to the shower, sweetheart,” Rei said kindly, smoothing the towel over Eri’s damp hair. “I’ll leave some clothes outside the door for you, okay? Take your time, get warm.”

Eri hesitated only a second, clutching the towel, before offering a small, grateful nod and padding quietly toward the bathroom. Rei watched her go with a quiet tenderness, then turned back to the kitchen to tidy up, wiping down the faint puddles Eri’s shoes had left by the door.

By the time Eri emerged again, her white hair slightly damp but much fluffier, she was wrapped snugly in clothes a little too big for her — an oversized sweatshirt that hung off her shoulders and sweatpants that, by sheer luck, fit just right. Rei smiled faintly, recognizing the pants as one of her online shopping mishaps.

“Well, don’t you look cozy,” Rei teased lightly, stepping forward with a blanket in hand. She draped it gently around Eri’s shoulders, pulling the edges close with practiced hands. “I always knew someone would fit in those pants one day. Glad it’s you, little miss.”

Eri gave a shy little laugh, tugging the blanket closer as she settled at the table, eyes flicking shyly toward the mug. Rei reached over to ruffle her slightly-damp hair with a fond chuckle.

“Hey, you’re not going to turn into a little snowball on me, are you?” Rei said playfully, crouching a bit to meet Eri’s gaze. “We don’t need your father knocking down the door thinking I let you freeze.”

Eri giggled softly, her cheeks pink with warmth — or maybe a little from the teasing. “Nooo… I’m okay…” she mumbled, half-hiding her face behind the blanket.

Rei grinned softly. “Good. But let’s not take chances, hmm?” She rose smoothly, her hands gently patting the blanket over Eri’s shoulders once more, as if checking it was just right. “Now, how about you send your father a message, let him know you’re here safe? He’ll be worried otherwise.”

Eri gave a small nod, pulling her phone out of her bag. Rei smiled to herself, watching her settle in before turning toward the kitchen.

“I’ll get something light started for you,” Rei called gently over her shoulder, already opening the fridge and scanning for ingredients. “We can’t have you going to bed with an empty stomach after running through the rain, can we?”

The soft clatter of pans and the gentle rhythm of chopping filled the kitchen, blending quietly with the steady drizzle outside and the faint tap-tap of Eri typing out her message.

The soft clatter of pans and the gentle rhythm of chopping filled the kitchen, blending quietly with the steady drizzle outside and the faint tap-tap of Eri typing out her message.

Rei glanced over from where she was stirring the soup. “Told your dad?”

Eri nodded, phone still in hand. “Yeah. Said he’ll drop by as soon as he’s done wrapping things up.”

“Good,” Rei said simply, then added, “Plates are in the cabinet above the sink, would you grab two?”

“On it,” Eri replied, already moving. She reached for the cabinet and pulled down two clean plates with practiced ease, then stepped around the table to start setting them. Her movements were quiet but sure, no hesitation. Comfortable.

“So,” Rei asked, almost lazily, “any new drama with that bossy teacher of yours?”

Eri snorted. “You mean Aizawa the Younger? Yeah. He assigned us another surprise project. Told us it builds character.”

“Oh, the nerve,” Rei said, amused. “Imagine assigning work at school.”

“It’s the ‘surprise’ part I object to,” Eri said, sitting down briefly while waiting. “I mean, at least give us time to panic in peace.”

Rei chuckled, pouring out warm soup into bowls, the aroma of miso and vegetables drifting between them. “Want rice or bread with this?”

“Rice, please.” Eri grabbed a pair of chopsticks and set them beside each bowl. She moved with quiet confidence, no trace of the damp and shivering girl from earlier.

Outside, a faint muffled thud drew both their attention. Rei paused, listening. Eri tilted her head, then smiled faintly. “That’s probably him.”

The knock came just a beat later—quick, purposeful, followed by a voice.

“Eri?”

Rei moved to the door and opened it without hesitation. Izuku stood there, still in his hero suit, though the hood was down and the mask pushed back. His face was dry but his suit was still damp, water trailing from the umbrella clutched in his hand.

“Sorry,” he said, stepping back just enough not to drip on the entryway. “I came as soon as I saw her message. She okay?”

“She’s fine,” Rei said gently, stepping aside. “Come in. We were just about to eat—there’s more than enough if you’d like to join us.”

Izuku gave a sheepish laugh. “I’m alright, really—”

“I insist. You’ll hurt my feelings,” she said lightly, already heading back toward the kitchen.

Faced with that, Izuku could only chuckle in surrender. He followed her in, taking a quick moment to fold up his suit into a compact case before slipping into the dry hoodie and joggers underneath. He ruffled his still-slightly-damp hair and sat down across from Eri, who looked both amused and apologetic.

“You forgot your key again?” he asked.

“I did,” Eri admitted. “It started raining fast and I just kinda ran. Didn’t even think about checking.”

Izuku sighed lightly but there was no bite to it. “Just be more careful next time, okay?”

“She came here instead of waiting outside in the rain,” Rei added softly, setting a fresh bowl in front of him. “That’s what matters.”

He looked at her and nodded. “Thank you… really. For letting her in. And for the meal.”

Rei smiled as she sat down beside Eri. “You never have to thank me for that. Eri’s always welcome here.”

The conversation turned easy as they ate—small talk about school, hero work, the weather. Nothing urgent. Just a quiet, shared meal that didn’t need to be anything more.

Afterward, Izuku stood to clear the dishes, but Rei stopped him with a wave of her hand.

“You’ve been out in the rain. Sit. I’ll take care of it.”

He blinked, then laughed under his breath and sat back down.

By the time they were ready to go, Rei handed Eri a neatly folded bundle of her school uniform—freshly laundered and smelling faintly of lavender—and a small plastic bag.

“What’s this?” Eri asked.

“Snacks. Just a few extras. Fuyumi and Shoto came by last week and I might have gone overboard on groceries,” Rei said, her voice amused.

Eri hugged the bag to her chest. “Thank you.”

“If you forget your key again, or just want a snack, come by. I don’t mind the company.”

“I don’t want to intrude…”

“You’re not,” Rei said. “It’s nice. Having you here.”

Izuku gave a warm nod of gratitude as they stepped out into the night, umbrella open again, the rain now little more than a mist. Eri waved, her school uniform tucked securely under one arm, and the bag of snacks swinging gently in the other.

Rei watched them disappear down the path, the soft sounds of their conversation fading with distance. She stood for a moment at the doorway, letting the cool air touch her skin.

Then, with a quiet exhale, she stepped back inside.

The house felt still again, but not quite the same kind of quiet it used to be.

 

A few days had passed since that rainy night when Eri first stumbled, cold and dripping, onto Rei’s porch. Life, for the most part, had settled back into its usual rhythm — school, patrols, quiet evenings — yet there were new notes threading into the pattern.

Eri still chattered away about her day when she got home, the same way she always had. But now, Rei would gently suggest, “Why don’t you grab some snacks, dear? Come sit on the porch while you tell me.” And so, without much fuss, it became a habit: Eri, freshly changed from her school uniform, padding next door to settle on Rei’s porch steps or perch on a little bench, balancing a plate of biscuits or crackers while recounting the highs and lows of middle school life.

Sometimes she’d help Rei with the garden — kneeling in the dirt, carefully patting around a sprouting herb, or holding a watering can a little too enthusiastically. Rei would guide her with a quiet laugh, brushing stray leaves off her sleeves or handing her a fresh towel when her knees got smudged.

Eri had quickly settled into a little routine with Rei after school — changing into casual clothes, skipping over next door with a shy wave, and sitting out on the porch as they chatted about her day. She always brought along a little pouch of snacks: a rice cracker packet from home, a juice box tucked into her bag, or sometimes a small bag of chips she’d bought with her allowance.

Izuku had gently suggested it one evening.

“It’s okay to visit Todoroki-san, Eri,” he’d told her, smiling warmly, “but maybe don’t eat all her food, okay? We don’t want to impose.”

Eri, earnest and eager to be respectful, took the words to heart. She’d always unpack her own little snack supply when she plopped onto Rei’s porch. Rei noticed, of course — the way Eri carefully pulled out her own biscuits, her own drinks, even when Rei offered tea or fruit from the kitchen.

One afternoon, Rei decided enough was enough.

With a faintly amused smile, she stood from her chair, dusting her hands on her apron. “Come inside for a moment, dear.”

Eri blinked, halfway through unwrapping a small chocolate bar. “Huh?”

“Come, come.” Rei led her to the kitchen, gesturing gracefully to a tall cabinet tucked beside the fridge. With a soft creak, she opened it — and Eri’s eyes went wide.

Inside was a treasure trove . Stacked neatly on the shelves were all sorts of snacks: crackers, cookies, colorful bags of chips, chocolate-covered treats, little cups of pudding, even a variety of teas and instant cocoa packets. It was like a child’s dream pantry, packed full and somehow still tidy, each item carefully arranged.

Eri’s jaw nearly dropped.

Rei chuckled quietly at the sight. “Shoto visits now and then,” she explained gently, her voice laced with fondness. “And, well… that boy still has quite the appetite, even as an adult. I like to keep the house stocked.”

She reached over, plucking a small bag of caramel popcorn from the shelf and pressing it into Eri’s hands. “You don’t have to be shy, you know. You’re always welcome to help yourself here, dear.”

Eri flushed, cradling the bag awkwardly against her chest. “I-I didn’t want to impose…”

“Oh, sweet girl,” Rei murmured, smoothing a hand over Eri’s hair with a featherlight touch, “you’re no imposition at all.”

From that day forward, it became a small, unspoken routine: Eri’s quiet visits, the afternoon chats, the little snacks they shared — not just from her own bag, but from Rei’s treasure cabinet, too. The house, once still and solitary, now carried the gentle echoes of laughter, conversation, and the soft rustle of snack wrappers shared between old hands and young ones.

And Rei, moving through her days, found herself looking forward to the simple presence of a girl who made the house feel just a little more alive.

Izuku, of course, remained apologetic every time they crossed paths.

“She’s not bothering you, is she, Todoroki-san?” he’d ask, scratching the back of his neck with a sheepish tilt of his head. “Really, you can tell me if she’s being too much…”

Rei only laughed, a light, clear sound. “Oh, not at all, Midoriya-san. She’s no trouble — it’s… nice, really.”

She didn’t bother to explain the feeling too much. It was hard to put into words, even to herself. Maybe it was the gentle energy Eri brought, the chatter, the movement, the way her presence made the house feel less like an empty space. Or maybe, deep down, it was something quieter, something she hadn’t fully let herself look at — the echo of old feelings, the tug of a mother’s heart, softly stirred awake.

Whatever it was, Rei found herself smiling more, her days filling just a little more easily.

And as she glanced out the window one late afternoon, watching Eri adjust the little wind chime hanging by the porch, Rei felt a gentle warmth bloom in her chest. It was subtle, nothing loud or sharp, just the kind of quiet contentment that settled into the edges of a life and made the days feel… less lonely.

 

The house was quiet, save for the soft hum of the living room clock and the occasional faint splash of dishwater from the kitchen. Izuku lay sprawled across the couch, one arm tucked under his head, eyes half-lidded as they traced the ceiling. His body felt heavy—not with exhaustion exactly, but with that quiet, bone-deep ache that came after long days on patrol, after meetings, after hero work. The ache he usually ignored.

But tonight, for once, he let himself be still.

Things were good. Objectively, he told himself, life was good. He was twenty-six, a top-ranking hero, earning enough to give Eri a comfortable home, keep the bills paid, the fridge stocked, the lights on. More importantly, Eri was happy. Healthy. She smiled easily these days, chatted with classmates after school, hummed softly when she thought no one was listening.

And then, of course… there was Rei.

Izuku smiled faintly at the thought. At first, she had just been his neighbor. The kind, quiet woman next door, his old classmate’s mother. He remembered thinking she seemed fragile when they first met again, the kind of person who had spent too long being careful not to take up space. But somehow, in ways he couldn’t quite track, Rei had become a constant in their little world.

It had started with Eri. She’d come home bubbling with stories: how Rei let her help water the garden, how Rei showed her how to clip dead blooms off the rosebushes, how Rei had this treasure trove of snacks tucked away in a cabinet like something out of a kid’s dream. Izuku had chuckled, at first. He was glad, honestly, that Eri had someone like Rei in her life. Someone gentle. Someone who wasn’t just a classmate or a teacher or a Pro Hero.

Still, sometimes late at night, Izuku wondered — was he doing enough? He tried so hard to be a good father, to give Eri the life she deserved. But was “trying” good enough? Was there something missing he couldn’t see? Something he was too biased, too close, to notice? Eri didn’t complain. She didn’t rebel or lash out. She smiled, she laughed, she hugged him tightly before bed. But…

Am I raising her well enough?

His brow furrowed slightly, the quiet question looping in his head like a stubborn song.

A sudden crash and a flurry of footsteps yanked him from his thoughts.

“Where is it? Where is it, where is it, where is it—!” Eri’s voice echoed from the hallway, and a moment later, she appeared in the living room, frantically rifling through her schoolbag. Her cheeks were puffed in frustration, her white hair bouncing as she dug through books and papers.

Izuku sat up, blinking. “Eri? What’s wrong?”

“My notebook!” she groaned, smacking her forehead. “I can’t find it! I need it for tomorrow, it has all my class notes—”

Then her eyes widened in realization. “Oh no.”

Izuku watched her deflate.

“I left it… at Rei-san’s house.”

She looked up at him, sheepish. “I was doing homework there… and I must’ve left it on the table.”

Izuku let out a soft sigh, ruffling her hair as he stood. “Alright, you finish up the dishes, I’ll go grab it.”

“Really? You don’t mind?” Eri’s eyes lit up hopefully.

He gave her a tired but warm smile. “It’s fine. I could use the fresh air.”

He reached for his jacket, stepping into his shoes. As he opened the door, a small gust of cool evening air brushed his face, and he felt, strangely, just a little lighter.

The street lights flickered gently as Izuku made his way next door, hands tucked into his jacket pockets. The quiet between the houses felt familiar now — a kind of soft, comforting silence that wrapped around the small neighborhood like a blanket. He stepped up to Rei’s door and lifted a hand, knocking gently.

For a moment, nothing. Then, from inside:

“Coming!” Rei’s voice floated faintly through the door, a little hurried but warm.

He smiled a little to himself, waiting.

The door opened, and there she was — Rei Todoroki.

Her white hair was loose tonight, a soft, slightly wavy fall down her shoulders. She wore a light grey sleep shirt, loose at the collar, with pale lavender lounge pants that looked soft enough to sink into. Over it all was a long, pale robe — nothing fancy, just something lightweight, tied loosely at her waist. She looked comfortable, unguarded in a way Izuku rarely saw when people opened their doors at night.

“Midoriya-kun,” she greeted, a little surprised but smiling gently. “Is everything alright?”

“Ah — sorry to bother you this late,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Eri realized she left her notebook here when she was doing her homework earlier. I was wondering if…”

Rei’s eyes lit with realization. “Oh! Yes, yes, I meant to bring that over in the morning.” She gave a small, sheepish laugh, then gestured for him to wait. “Come in, I’ll go get it.”

Izuku stepped inside, just past the doorway, politely staying near the entrance. The house smelled faintly of herbal tea and something soft and floral, maybe the soap Rei used. It was quiet, peaceful, like the kind of home where the night settled in gently.

Rei disappeared down the hall and returned a moment later, holding the notebook. Izuku reached for it with a grateful smile.

“Thanks, Todoroki-san. Eri’ll be relieved.”

He flipped it open briefly, scanning the familiar loops of Eri’s handwriting, little notes scribbled in the margins. Yep — definitely hers. He gave a small laugh under his breath, shaking his head fondly.

“I should get going, let you rest,” he said, stepping back — but he didn’t notice the way Rei was watching him, quietly studying.

The way his shoulders slouched just a little, the way his eyes, kind and warm, were still shadowed with tiredness. The small but genuine smile he wore even now, despite the clear fatigue in his stance.

Without thinking too much, Rei reached out gently, her voice soft. “Izuku-kun… do you have time for some tea?”

He blinked, surprised.

“Oh— I mean, sure. If it’s not an intrusion.”

Rei’s smile deepened just a little. “You’re not an intrusion.”

She stepped aside, gesturing him further in.

Izuku hesitated for a heartbeat, then nodded and slipped off his shoes, the corners of his mouth lifting in a small, grateful curve.

The warmth of Rei’s home wrapped around him as he stepped inside, the faint scent of dried flowers and something sweet lingering in the air. Izuku settled carefully onto the edge of the couch, fingers brushing over his knees as he waited, feeling oddly… light. 

From the small kitchen, Rei’s gentle voice floated over. “I was just about to have some tea myself. Something appropriate for an old woman like me.”

Izuku let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. “You don’t have to fuss over me, really.”

Rei emerged with a small tray, setting it down on the low table with practiced ease. She moved with that quiet, graceful rhythm of someone used to living alone, but there was an ease in how she poured the tea, as though having someone here wasn’t unwelcome at all.

“Tell me,” Rei said, her voice soft, as she set a delicate cup in front of him, “how have you been, Izuku-kun?”

Izuku gave the automatic answer. “Fine.” He wrapped his hands around the cup, feeling the warmth seep into his palms. “Work’s been… busy. Stressful as usual. Wannabe villains causing noise here and there. Some of my agency kids are, uh, energetic. Chaotic, actually.”

Rei chuckled softly, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “Ah, this generation sure is a lively bunch.”

Izuku huffed a laugh, shaking his head. “You’re telling me. I have an intern right now who’s got anger issues but also gets distracted if a cat crosses the street.”

Rei hummed, listening, not filling the space unnecessarily. There was no pressure to impress, no expectation to carry the conversation. Just a woman content to listen. Izuku found himself relaxing into it, shoulders easing a bit without even realizing.

After a moment, he glanced up, a sheepish look crossing his face. “Sorry for dropping by so late. I didn’t mean to intrude.”

Rei waved a hand lightly, her silver hair catching a glint of the soft lamp light. “It’s fine, Izuku-kun. You’re hardly a stranger anymore. And truthfully, it’s nice having company this late. I’m used to quiet evenings, you know.”

For a moment, her gaze lingered on him, studying — not in a sharp, prying way, but in the gentle, observant way of someone who noticed the little things. The way his posture held tension even when he was sitting. The faint shadows under his eyes. The smile that didn’t quite reach all the way.

She smiled softly, her voice teasing but kind. “You’re so tense, you know that?”

Izuku arched a brow, caught between a laugh and a sigh. “Tense?”

Rei nodded, her eyes twinkling slightly. “For someone your age, you look like you’re carrying the whole world on your shoulders. Every second.”

He blinked, chuckling under his breath. “I guess I got used to it. Comes with the job.” A pause. “And… being a parent.”

Rei’s expression softened further, a knowing glimmer touching her gaze. “You almost remind me of Enji, back in the day.”

Izuku froze for a beat, then turned to her, eyes wide. “Endeavor?”

She nodded, the corners of her mouth quirking faintly. “So ambitious. Always gunning for something, always running ahead, always… thinking. And forgetting to breathe.” She tilted her head, her voice gentle. “You’re kinder, of course.”

Izuku fell quiet, eyes lowering to his cup as he traced the rim absently. “It’s fine, really. I’m just… busy, I guess. Or stressed.” He huffed a laugh, shaking his head. “But I’m not going to collapse randomly, don’t worry.”

Rei smiled and reached for the teapot, gesturing lightly. “More?”

He gave a small nod, and she poured carefully, the tea steaming softly between them.

“You’re fine, Izuku-kun,” she said quietly. “A great hero. A wonderful father. A good friend. A good son.”

For a moment, she met his eyes fully — no teasing, no lightness, just a quiet sincerity. “Just don’t forget to breathe.”

Izuku swallowed, feeling something settle in his chest — something small and warm, something he hadn’t known he’d been missing. He nodded softly, bringing the cup to his lips, the warmth of the tea mingling with the comfort of the space around him.

For a little while, they simply sat there, no rush to fill the silence, no weight pulling him away. Just two people, sharing a quiet night, the soft hum of the room wrapping gently around them.

The conversation had drifted to lighter things — Rei telling a quietly funny story about Natsuo burning the rice last weekend, Izuku sharing one of Eri’s earnest but clumsy attempts at cooking. Their laughter had been low and easy, threading between sips of tea and the occasional quiet pause.

But when Izuku happened to glance at the clock, his eyes widened slightly. “Ah—” He cleared his throat softly, sitting up straighter. “I didn’t realize… it’s been two hours.”

Rei followed his gaze and gave a small, almost surprised laugh. “Oh… you’re right.”

Izuku rose quickly, apologetic. “I’m so sorry, Rei-san. I didn’t mean to take up so much of your evening—”

But Rei waved a gentle hand, standing with him. “Izuku-kun, please.” She smiled — a small, warm curve that softened her eyes. “It’s been nice. Really.”

At the door, as he slipped on his shoes, Rei added lightly, “You and Eri should come over for dinner sometime. It’s been nice having her here — she’s such a bright little thing.” She smiled softly, the corners of her eyes crinkling. “My home’s always open if you both want the company.”

Izuku blinked for a second, a little caught off guard — but then his smile softened, grateful and warm. “Thank you, Rei-san. That sounds really nice.”

Rei gave a small nod, and they exchanged one last glance before the door closed gently behind him.

Back at home, Izuku stepped inside, toeing off his shoes with a soft sigh.

Eri was curled up on the couch, arms crossed, eyes narrowed at the clock.

“Finally!” she huffed. “You were gone forever , Dad.”

He gave a sheepish laugh, holding out her notebook. “Sorry, sorry — Rei-san and I were talking. Didn’t notice the time.”

Eri grabbed the notebook, flipping it open with a satisfied hum. “Rei-san’s really easy to talk to, huh?”

Izuku paused, halfway to sitting down, her words hanging in the air.

 He blinked, letting them settle in, then gave a small, almost absent laugh

 “…Yeah,” he murmured softly, his lips curving as a quiet warmth bloomed in his chest. “Yeah… she really is.”

 

Days passed and we now see Izuku in his office, the clock on the wall ticked softly in the quiet of the agency office. He leaned back slightly, fingers rubbing at his tired eyes as he reviewed the last of the paperwork.

Fifteen minutes until shift end, he noted absently. Not that it mattered — he always stayed late. That was just how things were.

He sipped from his coffee, glancing at his to-do list. A few mission reports, some hero patrol rosters, a couple of planning notes for next week’s rescue drills. Nothing due immediately. He exhaled slowly, rolling his shoulders.

And then, unbidden, his mind wandered — a faint voice, soft and calm: 

“Just don’t forget to breathe.”

Rei’s words.

A small, fleeting smile tugged at his lips. Right about now, Eri would be home, probably chatting away with Rei, buzzing with excitement like a kid on sugar. Maybe she’d found a new snack she wanted to show off. Maybe she was just waiting for him to come home.

He stared at his coffee for a moment, thoughtful.

…You know what?

I’ll go home early.

The decision surprised even himself. With a determined little nod, Izuku pushed back his chair and started tidying his desk. The reports could wait; the drills weren’t for another week. For once, he could clock out on time — maybe even surprise Eri. Maybe he’d just lounge on the couch for a bit.

As he walked briskly toward the door, a chorus of startled reactions followed him.

“Midoriya-san??”

 “Wait, boss, are you— clocking out?

 “Someone check if he’s running a fever!!”

Izuku let out a small, embarrassed laugh, waving them off. “It’s fine! I’m fine! Just — taking the evening off.”

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a soft amber glow over the city as Izuku stepped out of the agency. It was just past 5 p.m., that in-between hour where the day hadn’t quite let go but the night was waiting to slip in. He adjusted the strap of his bag and tucked his notebook under his arm, feeling the faintest smile tug at the corner of his mouth.

Maybe it was silly, but walking home early felt… good.

When he reached the familiar little house, Izuku noticed right away how quiet it was. The living room sat in gentle stillness, sunlight filtering through the curtains in slanted lines.

“Eri?” he called softly.

No answer. He checked her room. Empty.

A small hum of realization settled in his chest. Of course — she was probably at Rei’s.

He glanced around the quiet house again, feeling a curious flicker. Huh. It had been a while since he came home this early, before the rush of patrols or reports or late-night planning. The stillness felt strange, like stepping into a moment you didn’t realize you were missing.

Without overthinking it, Izuku stepped back outside and headed next door.

At Rei’s porch, he raised his hand to knock —

A sudden sharp scream jolted through the house.

Without thinking, his instincts surged. His heart slammed into his ribs, and in the next breath, he had forced the door open, moving in a green blur straight toward the sound.

“Eri?!” he called, eyes darting through the small entryway, scanning for danger. “Re—?”

He skidded to a halt, his boots scraping softly against the wood floor.

There, in the kitchen, stood Rei and Eri.

Covered. In. Flour.

Eri had both hands raised, wide-eyed, mid-laugh. Rei’s pale hair was dusted white, her cheeks glowing with surprised amusement. At their feet, a mixing bowl lay overturned on the floor, its contents scattered like powdery snow.

Izuku blinked.

The house door behind him gave a small, mournful creak… and then fell right off its hinges with a thud .

“…Ah,” Izuku muttered, sweatdropping slightly as he stared at the toppled door.

Rei peered curiously over Eri’s shoulder, taking in the collapsed door, then the sheepish look on Izuku’s face. A soft, lilting giggle escaped her lips, and Eri let out a snort of laughter beside her.

Rubbing the back of his neck, Izuku pointed weakly at the damage. “I… I’ll fix that.”

Rei gave a gentle, amused nod, brushing flour from her sleeve as she moved to clean up the mess. Eri beamed at him, cheeks pink with excitement.

A few minutes later, with the broken door propped back into place and the floury floor wiped down, Rei explained what had led to the chaos.

“We were trying to make a cake,” Rei said with a soft laugh, brushing her now-clean hands on her apron. “Eri was telling me about her classmate who brought cake to school today, and, well…”

Eri grinned. “Rei-san said we could try baking one!”

Izuku rubbed the back of his neck, glancing at the mixing bowls and ingredients laid out on the kitchen counter. “I… I don’t actually know how to bake a cake,” he admitted, a little sheepish.

Eri snorted, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I remember when you tried to make one for my birthday, remember? It was like… super sweet and kind of burned.”

Izuku flushed. “O-okay, I was experimenting!”

Rei smiled gently, tying her apron again. “Then it sounds like a good time to learn.”

Before long, the three of them gathered at the counter. Rei calmly measured flour and sugar, explaining each step, while Eri eagerly helped pour and stir. Izuku hovered nearby, nervously checking recipes on his phone.

“Alright, Izuku, pour the batter slowly into the pan,” Rei instructed, watching over his shoulder.

He carefully tilted the bowl, only for a glob of batter to splatter onto the counter.

“Oh no—!” he flinched.

“It’s okay,” Rei chuckled, handing him a cloth. “That’s why we clean as we go.”

Eri giggled beside them, sneaking a fingertip into the leftover batter. “It’s yummy!”

“Eri-chan, no eating raw batter,” Rei gently scolded, lightly tapping her nose.

As they moved on to decorating, the mood lightened even more. Eri squeezed way too much frosting onto one corner, laughing as Izuku tried to smooth it out. Rei, trying to maintain some control, ended up joining in with a small, indulgent smile.

“Here, Izuku, you can pipe the edges,” Rei suggested, guiding his hands carefully. His fingers twitched under hers, tense at first — but soon he relaxed, letting her direct him with small, patient movements.

“Like this?” he murmured, focused.

“Mm-hm. See? Not so hard.”

Eri bounced on her toes. “Can I do the sprinkles?! Please!”

By the time they were done, the cake wasn’t exactly bakery-perfect. The frosting was a little uneven, the sprinkles were clumped in spots, and there was a faint smudge of chocolate on Eri’s cheek.

But it was theirs.

Izuku leaned back slightly, hands on his hips as he took in the final product. “Well… it’s definitely a cake.”

Rei smiled softly beside him, brushing a strand of silver hair behind her ear. “A good mess,” she murmured, almost to herself.

The kitchen still bore the joyful chaos of their cake project — flour dusted across the counters, sticky bowls piled in the sink, and the scent of vanilla hanging warmly in the air. Eri flopped happily into a chair at the table, resting her chin on her hands as Izuku carefully sliced the crooked but proud little cake.

“I’ll get some cups,” Rei said lightly, turning to the cupboard. She pulled it open, eyes sweeping over her supplies. A thoughtful hum slipped from her lips as she noticed the sugar jar nearly empty, a few spice bottles rattling close to bare.

As she set the cups on the table, she added with a small laugh, “Looks like I’ll need to do a grocery run soon. I usually get deliveries, but the market’s been so busy, I haven’t been able to book a slot.” She waved a hand lightly. “Not that I’m in any hurry — I’m too old to be carrying heavy bags around anyway.”

Izuku, settling beside Eri, glanced up at that. “You usually handle all that on your own?”

Rei gave a small shrug, a gentle smile on her face. “Mm, it’s fine. I manage.”

He frowned slightly, then offered, “If you want, I can help carry everything for you.”

Rei blinked, visibly surprised. “Oh, Izuku-kun, you don’t have to trouble yourself—”

He chuckled softly, shaking his head. “It’s no trouble. Really. Think of it as a thank-you — for always helping out with Eri.”

For a moment, Rei just looked at him, her eyes softening before she let out a light, defeated laugh. “Alright, alright. I won’t argue with you.”

Izuku grinned, taking a small bite of the cake. “So… when do you want to go?” he asked, mouth half-full.

Rei pressed a finger to her chin, considering. “Hmm… how about tonight?”

 

The grocery store was pleasantly quiet at night, the usual rush of families and workers thinned out to a few scattered shoppers moving calmly between the aisles. Under the soft fluorescent lights, Eri wore a loose hoodie with a cartoon rabbit on the back, her hands gripping the cart’s handle as she made gentle vroom and beep beep sounds, weaving carefully through the entrance. Rei walked beside her, a faint smile tugging at her lips.

Rei’s outfit was simple but elegant: a soft cream-colored knit sweater that draped gently over her figure, sleeves pushed slightly up to her forearms, paired with dark fitted jeans and comfortable low-heeled ankle boots. A light shawl hung loosely over her shoulders, the ends tucked neatly. She didn’t look fragile; she looked graceful, carrying herself with quiet ease, silver hair gathered in a loose twist at her nape.

Izuku followed behind, wearing dark pants and a pale polo shirt. He looked a little out of place, shifting his weight slightly as Rei handed him the shopping list with a subtle, teasing glint in her eyes.

“It’s not that long,” Rei said lightly, brushing a finger over the paper, “but we’ll have to split up if we want to be efficient. You can handle the drinks and frozen aisle, right?”

“Uh…” Izuku glanced at the list, brow furrowing as he traced the items. “Sure! Yeah. Drinks, frozen, got it.”

Rei smiled. “We’ll cover the produce.”

With a little wave, she steered Eri toward the vegetable section, leaving Izuku to his mission. But no more than five minutes later, Rei glanced up from examining a bunch of carrots only to spot Izuku, slightly puzzled, standing at the milk shelf.

Gently excusing herself from Eri, she crossed over and caught him just as his hand hovered over a familiar brand.

“Wait,” Rei said softly, reaching out to touch his wrist. “That one’s not worth the price — they’ve been watering it down lately.”

Izuku blinked at her, surprised. “Oh—seriously?”

Rei gave a little, knowing laugh. “Trust me. Go with this one.” She reached past him to pull a slightly less expensive carton from a lower shelf, glancing up at him with a smile. “It’s not always the big name that’s best.”

Izuku scratched his head sheepishly. “I… guess I usually just grab whatever looks familiar.”

Rei tilted her head, eyes bright with quiet amusement. “You’re lucky I came along, then.”

 

As they regrouped near the grains aisle, Rei smoothly divided the work — handing Izuku a few lighter tasks and keeping the trickier selections for herself. She gently corrected his choices now and then, and every time she did, Izuku couldn’t help but let out a soft, embarrassed laugh.

“Honestly,” Rei said at one point, lightly nudging his arm with her elbow, “how do you survive on your own?”

Izuku gave her a crooked grin. “I fight villains, Rei, not bargain prices.”

She laughed — a soft, bell-like sound — and shook her head fondly. “Well, now you’re learning something new.”

They were halfway down the aisle when Rei slowed, one hand resting briefly on the small of her back. She shifted her weight, easing herself slightly as she eyed a package on the lower shelf. Her fingers reached toward it, but there was the faintest wince in her brow — small, almost invisible, but Izuku caught it.

Without thinking, he stepped in.

“I got it,” he said, a little too quickly.

Rei blinked up at him, then gave a soft, grateful smile, stepping back as Izuku crouched down easily to retrieve the item.

“Thank you,” she murmured, her voice gentle.

Izuku returned the smile as he stood, placing the package in the cart. He didn’t say anything — no fuss, no comment — but the simple act lingered between them, quiet and natural. Rei’s hand hovered near her side a second longer before she tucked it back under her shawl, her expression warm and just a little touched.

They made their way toward the snack aisle next. Eri pushed the cart in small zigzags, still quietly humming to herself. Rei walked alongside, her fingers trailing lightly along the shelves as she scanned through the familiar treats. She reached out now and then, selecting a few items with small, nostalgic smiles.

“Natsuo used to love these,” she murmured, holding up a pack of mint candies before placing them gently in the cart. “He always kept a stash in his jacket — even when he was in college.”

She chuckled softly, picking up a small bag of fluffy cakes. “Fuyumi adored these. She’d sneak one into the cart every time we went shopping, thinking I wouldn’t notice.”

Izuku watched her, a faint smile tugging at his mouth. It was rare to hear her speak about her children this casually, this softly — like letting a window crack open just a little.

As they reached the end of the aisle, Rei’s gaze flicked toward Eri, who had paused, eyes briefly locked on a small display of bright, fruit-flavored candies. Eri’s fingers twitched just slightly toward the bag before she caught herself, glancing guiltily toward the cart and shuffling back without a word.

Rei’s lips curved. Without hesitation, she plucked the bag from the shelf, slipping it smoothly among the other groceries and carefully covering it with a loaf of bread. When Eri peeked back, her eyes widened slightly — and Rei lifted a finger to her lips, making a playful shushing motion.

Eri’s face lit up with a quiet, mischievous smile, and she mirrored the gesture, eyes sparkling.

Izuku, watching the entire exchange from where he was examining a row of tea boxes, caught the look between them. He raised an eyebrow slightly, then let out a small, helpless chuckle, shaking his head.

“Alright, alright,” he said lightly, walking back to the cart. “I’ll pretend I didn’t see anything.”

Rei gave him a small, innocent smile, one brow lifting in quiet challenge.

Izuku chuckled under his breath, shaking his head as he turned his attention back to the list in Rei’s hand.

A few minutes later, they found themselves at the end of their route, their cart nearly full. Rei stood off to the side, carefully going over the list one more time while Eri playfully tapped her fingers along the cart’s handle like a drum.

“Looks like we have everything,” Rei murmured, eyes skimming down the paper. “Except…” She tapped the bottom of the list, frowning slightly. “Breakfast items and… soap.”

Izuku peeked over her shoulder, brow rising as he read. “Oh, that’s mostly ours, Eri and me. We don’t have to pick that up now, really.”

Rei waved a hand dismissively. “We’re already here, Izuku-kun. Might as well do light groceries for you, too.” Her lips quirked, eyes glinting with playful warmth as she added, “Although… maybe we should erase the All Might cereal off the list.”

Izuku winced, a visible cringe creeping across his face. “You saw that, huh…”

Rei laughed, a light, warm sound as she lightly scolded, “Too much sugar, you know. Not exactly the best breakfast for a Pro Hero, is it?”

Izuku straightened slightly, hands half-raised in defense. “It’s… it’s good! And I only have it as a snack sometimes, okay?”

Her smile softened, teasing but kind. “Alright, alright. You can keep the cereal — but only the small box.”

Eri giggled beside them, shaking the cart a little.

Rei glanced between the two with a fond sigh. “Okay, you two. Go grab the breakfast things while I get the soap. Oh — and don’t forget coffee and sugar, please”

With a little wave, she turned down the next aisle, leaving Izuku and Eri to their mission.

The soap aisle was quiet, the faint scent of lavender and citrus filling the space as Rei browsed through the shelves. Her fingers traced lightly over familiar brands, eyes narrowed thoughtfully as she tried to spot the usual one she bought.

“Rei?”

She turned, surprised — and then her face lit up in recognition.

“Kana!”

At the end of the aisle stood a woman close to her own age, dressed smartly, a familiar glint in her eyes. Rei stepped forward, smiling warmly as they exchanged a quick hug.

“I can’t believe it’s you!” Kana laughed. “You haven’t changed a bit — honestly, you look way too young for fifty.”

Rei laughed softly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Ah, it’s just the looks. The body?” She gave a wry little smile, patting her hip. “Oh, it feels old.”

Kana chuckled, eyes softening. “So, how have you been? I saw the news a while back… Are you still—?”

Rei’s smile faltered for just a second, her expression shifting to something gentle and sad. “No… no, I’m not. We’re on good terms, but…” She gave a small shrug. “It was rough. So yes — fifty and single.”

Kana opened her mouth, brow creasing as if to apologize, but Rei raised a hand lightly. “It’s alright, really.”

Kana, ever the cheerful type, tried to lift the mood. “Well, with your looks? Please. You could bag anyone you wanted!”

Rei laughed, shaking her head — just as soft footsteps approached from behind.

Eri appeared at her side, a bag of coffee cradled carefully in her hands. She looked up, eyes wide and curious. “Rei-san… is this the right one?”

Rei turned toward her instinctively, her smile warming instantly. “Yes, that’s perfect, Eri-chan. Thank you.”

Eri glanced toward Kana, eyes widening slightly as she realized she was interrupting. She gave a polite little bow. “I’m sorry for bothering you.”

Kana blinked, momentarily startled, then let out a soft laugh. “Oh, no, no, it’s fine! I was just catching up with Rei.”

She smiled kindly at Eri, who gave another polite bow before shifting a little closer to Rei’s side, holding onto the coffee bag like it was a precious delivery.

“Eri-chan, why don’t you help your dad in the breakfast aisle?” Rei suggested gently, brushing a light hand over Eri’s shoulder. “Make sure he’s not just grabbing things at random.”

Eri giggled quietly, a little mischievous glint in her eyes. “Okay, Rei-san.” With a soft wave, she turned and trotted back the way she came, likely toward the sound of Izuku’s distracted muttering from the next aisle over.

Kana watched the girl leave, a thoughtful hum under her breath. Then, casually, she leaned a little closer to Rei and said, “She’s cute.”

Rei’s expression softened, her lips curving into a warm smile. “She is. She’s a good kid. Her father raised her well.”

[Pause — inner chibi Kana moment]

Rei, recently divorced… check.

Child casually approaches Rei, slips something into Rei’s cart without hesitation…

But wait… I know Rei’s kids. I know Fuyumi. That is not Fuyumi.

Conclusion? Rei, divorced + child = Rei remarried? Rei has a new lover?!

Cue Kana’s inner teenage squeal: “Kyaaa~! Rei, you sly thing!”

[Back to reality]

Kana’s face remained composed, smiling smoothly as if she hadn’t just staged an entire drama sequence in her head.

“So…” Kana began, her voice light, her eyes glimmering with curiosity, “how long have you known the father?”

Rei gave a small, thoughtful frown, tapping a finger against her chin. “Mmm… a  month at most, I think.”

Kana blinked. A month and they’re already this close? She felt a surge of impressed surprise. Damn, Rei… you work fast.

Trying to keep her voice casual, Kana added, “He seems like a good man.”

Rei smiled softly again. “He really is.”

Kana’s inner chibi self did a dramatic gasp: Oh, they’re close-close! I can feel the vibe!

They chatted a few minutes longer, Kana trying (and failing) to subtly fish for details, Rei calmly answering without quite realizing the assumptions flying around her. Finally, Kana gave Rei a bright, teasing smile and patted her lightly on the arm.

“Well, congratulations, Rei!” Kana said warmly, eyes twinkling. “I’m really happy for you.”

Rei tilted her head slightly, puzzled. “Congratulations…?”

Kana just winked playfully. “You’ll see. Let’s catch up again soon, okay?”

With that, Kana waved cheerfully and disappeared down the aisle, leaving Rei standing there, blinking after her. She shook her head softly, a faint, bemused smile tugging at her lips, before she turned back toward the cart, wondering just what Kana was congratulating her for.

 

The checkout line buzzed with soft beeps as the cashier scanned the last of their items. Rei, ever careful, glanced at the list in her hand, quietly checking things off. Izuku stood beside her, arms casually folded until the cashier announced the total.

Without hesitation, Izuku reached for his wallet.

A swift swat landed on his hand.

Ow, ” he murmured, blinking in surprise as Rei, without missing a beat, handed over her card with a small, satisfied smile.

“Rei-san, I can pay—” Izuku began, voice earnest.

“You can save the heroics for the villains, Izuku-kun,” Rei said lightly, glancing at him with a soft but firm look. “Let me handle groceries.”

He opened his mouth to object, but when she turned to him with that serene, unshakable expression — the kind that probably managed four children and an explosive household — he felt his resistance waver.

He let out a small sigh, scratching the back of his neck. “You’re… really hard to argue with, huh?”

Rei’s eyes sparkled with quiet amusement. “You’re just learning that now?”

Beside them, Eri let out a muffled giggle, leaning in slightly. “She’s got you whipped, Dad.”

Izuku gave her a light, mock glare, making Eri laugh behind her hand, while Rei chuckled softly.

Once they were outside, Izuku shifted the weight of a box against his hip, carrying it effortlessly. Eri held a bag in each hand, and Rei, cradling a small plastic bag of her own, glanced over with a gentle, concerned expression.

“Are you sure you’re alright with that, Izuku-kun?” she asked, watching the size of the box he balanced.

He shot her a grin and gave a confident thumbs-up. “This? This is nothing.” Then, noticing the bag she carried, he tilted his head. “Do you want me to take that one too?”

Rei smiled, shaking her head. “I think I can manage this tiny thing myself.”

They walked together at an easy, quiet pace, the noise of the street around them, the moon overhead. As they passed a storefront with several TV displays, a bright trailer flickered across the screens — action shots, flashes of romance, and characters laughing together under city lights.

Rei’s eyes lingered on the screen, her steps slowing ever so slightly.

Izuku, catching her pause, turned his head toward her. “Something wrong?”

Rei blinked, pulled from her thoughts, and smiled, shaking her head gently. “No, no… it’s nothing. I just realized… it’s been a long time since I went out for a movie, that’s all.”

Izuku followed her gaze to the TV screens. He looked back at her, his expression softening in thought. Then, in the most casual voice — as if they were just discussing the next grocery item — he said,

“Do you want to?”

Rei blinked, slightly tilting her head. “Hm?”

“Go out,” Izuku repeated, glancing up at the screens. “You know… watch a movie.”

There was a pause.

A long, heavy pause.

Even Eri, halfway through adjusting the strap on her small shopping bag, froze and turned to blink wide-eyed at her dad. Rei? She just stood there, head tilting slightly, lips parting in a small thoughtful huh? expression — not shocked, not startled, just quietly caught off guard, like someone presented with an unexpected but harmless idea.

Izuku’s eyes widened a beat later as his brain caught up with his mouth. His cheeks flushed faintly pink.

“Ah! I mean— not like— not like asking you out-out!” he rushed, waving one hand while awkwardly balancing the box in the other. “Just… just a movie! You know, with Eri too! A normal outing, not— not weird, or, uh— not that you’re weird! I mean—”

His stammering floundered, words tangling worse by the second, when Rei suddenly laughed.

Not the soft, controlled, polite chuckle she usually gave.

No — this was a real laugh. Light and easy, clear and warm, spilling out of her without restraint.

Izuku froze mid-word, watching her with wide eyes.

Then, sheepishly, he started chuckling too, his shoulders relaxing as the tension dissolved between them.

Eri, standing off to the side, just stared at the two adults laughing together under the soft glow of the streetlights. She sighed quietly to herself. Adults are so weird.

After a moment, Rei touched her fingertips to her lips, calming her laughter with a gentle breath. She turned to Izuku with a warm smile. “I’d love to go with you and Eri,” she said softly. “As long as… I’m not a bother.”

Izuku gave her a small, genuine smile — the kind that crinkled slightly at the corners of his eyes. “You’re never a bother, Rei-san,” he said simply, voice steady now. “You never were, and you never will be.”

 

The plan had been simple. Movie at two, lunch before, and just a bit of wandering in between. But somehow that "bit of wandering" had turned into a full-on assault on Izuku's closet.

Apparently, three going-out shirts, two button-downs, and an army of hero merch didn’t count as a proper wardrobe.

He blamed Eri. Mostly. Though Rei had quietly agreed, which somehow stung more.

Now he stood in the middle of a clothing store, arms folded and expression defeated, as Eri spun around him in strategic chaos — holding up shirts, pulling pants from racks, muttering things like This would work if you ever went outside for anything that wasn’t punching.”

He sighed.

Rei, meanwhile, was a quiet presence a few aisles over. She wasn’t browsing so much as…curating. There was a soft hum under her breath — some old melody, maybe — and she moved with that unhurried rhythm of someone who didn’t need to rush to know what worked. She held up a cardigan, inspected the weave, then set it back gently.

Eri, not quiet in the slightest, shoved a polo shirt into Izuku’s hands and pointed to his chest. “I know this would work. Look at the green, it brings out your—oh wait, no, this one’s better.” Another shirt was slapped on top. “That’s definitely the one.”

“Mina,” he muttered under his breath.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

Just as he was contemplating how to fake a distraction and make a break for the food court, Rei appeared beside him.

She didn’t say much. Just offered him a neat stack of clothes — a couple tops, a pair of pants — and gave him a smile that was both polite and unmistakably not negotiable.

“Fitting room,” she said, gently.

“…Got it.”

He retreated in surrender.

Back outside, Eri glanced over the clothes Rei had handed off. “Ooh, okay, you actually know how to dress people. That’s not fair.”

“I just picked what I thought might feel like him,” Rei said, brushing a hand down the sleeve of a blouse idly. “Nothing loud. But something that sits right on the shoulders.”

“Cool,” Eri said, then after a beat, “He’s gonna act like it’s no big deal, but if it fits? He’ll wear it till it falls apart.”

“I’m counting on it.”

When Izuku finally emerged, he looked…different. Not dramatically so. Just — relaxed. A soft navy sweater with a clean neckline, worn over a pale t-shirt. Darker jeans than usual. No logos, no mascots, no heroes beaming from the fabric. Just clothes. Clean. Comfortable. Nice.

Rei smiled as soon as she saw him. “That suits you.”

He blinked, touched the edge of the sweater, like he hadn’t quite registered it yet. “Really? I’m not…used to this kind of stuff.”

“You’re not used to wearing clothes that aren’t screaming ‘Plus Ultra,’” Eri chimed in with a smirk.

Izuku blew a raspberry at her. “I like those shirts.”

“Yeah, well, we’re trying to help you like yourself in shirts that don’t glow in the dark.”

Before the argument could escalate to fashion crimes, Rei stepped in. “His wardrobe may be heavy on nostalgia, but it’s his. There’s no harm in expanding it. But we’re not taking away the ones that matter.”

That quiet tone of hers landed like a soft pat on the head. Eri and Izuku both let out the same low, sheepish grumble, and Rei gave a small, satisfied nod.

They drifted after that, the battle over. Eri found a section of accessories and started trying on hats with the full force of middle-school enthusiasm. Rei let her plop a wide-brimmed one on her head and gave the faintest of sighs when Eri adjusted it three more times. They played with scarves for a minute — Rei helping Eri knot one around her neck, Eri holding up sunglasses like a secret agent.

Izuku trailed a few steps behind, not really browsing anymore. He glanced at the two of them — Eri laughing as Rei adjusted a collar that had gone crooked — and something in his chest did a quiet little shift.

Just a thought, drifting in like the hum she always carried: I don’t mind this.

And maybe he hadn’t for a while now.

Eri waved him over, sunglasses pushed up to her forehead like a crown. “Hey! Tell Rei-san she should totally wear hats more.”

“She can hear you, you know.”

“Yeah, but it sounds more convincing when it’s two against one!”

Rei gave him a dry look as he stepped closer. “Are you going to join the rebellion?”

Izuku smiled faintly. “I think I’m just here for the peace talks.”

They still had time before the movie. No rush. No pressure.

Just…this.

And honestly, it wasn’t bad.

 

The table was sticky. That was the first thing Rei noticed.

Not offensively so — just enough that her fingertips caught faintly on the surface when she moved her napkin. It smelled of ketchup and too-sweet soda, and the hum of conversation was constant, like the inside of a seashell. Not her kind of place, not at all. But she sat across from Eri anyway, coat folded in her lap, watching the girl hunch over her phone like she was solving a mystery.

Then the laugh came — that sharp, surprised kind of giggle that bubbled up from Eri’s chest and lit up her whole face.

“Rei, look at this.” She shoved the phone across the table, too excited to wait for permission.

Rei leaned in dutifully. On the screen, something chaotic played out — animated shapes, captions zooming by, music distorted into something eerie. A stick figure opened a door and screamed about beans. Then a slice of bread flopped over for no apparent reason.

Eri snorted and whispered through her grin, “It’s the evolution of memes. Like a history lesson, but stupid.”

Rei blinked. “Is it meant to be funny?”

Eri only laughed harder. “Yes!”

Just then, Izuku returned to the table, balancing a tray full of food like a seasoned pro. He slid into the booth beside Eri and began unwrapping the burgers without ceremony.

“Don’t worry, Rei-san,” he said over the crinkle of paper. “Memes stopped making sense after 20XX. My generation broke them, and now Eri’s generation just stares at melting frogs and calls it humor.”

“It’s surrealist,” Eri said through a mouthful of fries.

“Sure it is.”

Rei accepted her drink from him with a small nod. “It feels like watching inside jokes I wasn’t present for.”

“That’s… actually not a bad definition,” Izuku mused, handing Eri a napkin that she did not ask for but took anyway. “It’s less about the joke, more about recognizing the joke exists. Like a cultural handshake.”

Eri gave a proud nod. “See? Memes are deep.”

Izuku offered her a flat look. “You reposted a video of a fish screaming.”

Rei, to her surprise, found herself laughing under her breath. Just a soft sound — barely there — but it came easily. No weight to it. Just... a natural thing to do.

Izuku caught it. Just barely. He looked at her for a beat, and then — not smug, not teasing — gave a small, satisfied smile. Like he’d seen something he wasn’t sure he would.

Rei turned her attention back to her burger.

Eri had already traded half her fries for Rei’s onion rings without asking. Rei didn’t say anything. She didn’t even think to. It was just—how things happened.

The three of them settled into the meal like it was something they’d done a hundred times before. A few jokes passed between bites. A light jab at Eri’s obsession with dramas where everyone cries at the end. A comment on how Rei cut her burger neatly with a plastic knife and fork, like she was at a formal dinner. Eri teased her about it, and Rei, to her credit, took the mockery with elegant detachment… until she stole a fry back, just to make a point.

They laughed. They talked over each other. Once or twice, Eri practically yelled trying to describe a scene from some show, complete with gestures and dramatic gasps. Izuku groaned at the spoilers, Rei raised an eyebrow at the plot, and Eri insisted neither of them understood real storytelling.

They were loud.

Not unruly, not obnoxious. Just full. Alive.

And no one minded.

Because in the middle of the noise and the clatter and the bright lights, they weren’t out of place. They were just like everyone else. A table full of voices, sharing food, making memories. Some people glanced over, smiled faintly, and looked away.

Some might’ve even called them a family.

 

The lights were still on when they settled into their seats. Three in a row. Eri in the middle again, sipping her soda like it was a fine wine. Izuku sat on her left, trying to find the least awkward position for his long legs. Rei took the right, a little more carefully—popcorn cradled in both hands like she still wasn’t quite sure if she wanted it.

The movie hadn’t started yet. Just trailers for things coming soon and a soft hum of idle conversation drifting from every direction. It felt comfortably dim. Eri leaned toward her dad, pointing out some title she wanted to see. He gave a patient nod, probably already calculating how they’d fit it in around his next patrol schedule.

Rei smiled to herself, letting the warm scent of butter and sugar settle over her.

Eri was already half-through her popcorn. Izuku noticed and gave her a playful nudge.

“We talked about this,” he said in a low voice. “You’re supposed to wait until the opening credits.”

Eri huffed dramatically. “But it’s popcorn. It has a countdown of its own.”

Rei chuckled, the sound faint but genuine. She didn’t always laugh out loud. Didn’t always remember how. But Eri had a way of bringing those little things back.

Her gaze softened as she glanced down at her untouched popcorn. The salt stuck faintly to her fingertips.

When was the last time she did this? Not just go out. But… feel like she belonged in the going.

After the divorce, her days had become a quiet cycle. Wake. Clean. Cook. Sleep. She kept her hands busy—part habit, part survival. Not because anyone was waiting for dinner. Just because doing something felt better than doing nothing. Her house had grown still. Not sad, but stale. A museum of motion that had long since passed.

Then they moved in next door.

It started simply. A lunch invitation. Nothing grand—just homemade curry and a polite curiosity about her new neighbors. Eri, bright-eyed and full of questions about the romance-heavy teen shows Rei had never heard of. Izuku, polite and slightly overwhelmed, laughing quietly as he tried to follow Eri’s explanations.

After that came the rain.

Eri had forgotten her key. Soaked to the bone, shivering and sheepish on Rei’s doorstep. And Rei, without a second thought, had let her in. Towel. Tea. A warm meal and a gentle fussing over nothing at all. That was when it changed.

After that, Eri kept coming.

She’d knock, but only once. By the second week, she didn’t bother with hesitation. Just walked in after school like it was the most natural thing in the world. She’d snack, chat, sometimes just sit with her homework at the table while Rei worked in the kitchen. No questions asked. No obligations placed.

It was… warm.

Then Izuku came by one evening to pick up Eri’s forgotten notebook.

That night stood out—not because of what was said, but because of what wasn’t. There was no rush, no awkwardness. Just a man who sat down for a minute longer than he meant to, in a house that didn’t ask him to be a Hero. Rei made tea without asking, and they talked about nothing in particular. 

From there, it was little things.

A shared afternoon baking a cake. Laughter dusted in flour. Izuku’s sleeves rolled up, Eri beaming at the disaster they’d pulled from the oven. Rei scolding no one in particular, a fondness tucked behind her voice. The grocery trip that followed that same day—Izuku insisting on carrying everything, Rei quietly adding Eri’s favorite snack to the cart, Eri’s little vroom vroom sounds, and Izuku gentle presence of care.

Now this. A movie. A small outing that somehow felt bigger than it should.

Her eyes drifted.

Izuku was still trying to get Eri to slow down on the popcorn. He wasn’t raising his voice, just giving her that weary dad-look he’d almost perfected. Eri, of course, met him with teenage sass.

Rei watched them for a long moment. A breath caught in her throat—not painful, not tight. Just... surprising. That it could feel this natural. That she could be here.

Izuku must’ve felt her gaze. He glanced her way.

“You okay?” he asked quietly, concern tucked into his brow.

She blinked, pulled gently back into the present.

“Yes,” she said, a soft smile tugging at her mouth. “Just… thinking. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen a movie on a big screen.”

He smiled, the kind that was more understanding than amused. “They’ve gotten bigger.”

“And quieter,” she added. “Back in our day, it was a battle for the best seats.”

“Now it’s just apps and reserved tickets.” He nodded sagely. “We’ve entered the age of convenience.”

“Sure,” she said lightly. “But it’s not quite as fun when no one elbows you for the armrest.”

He laughed under his breath, and the lights dimmed further.

The opening logos began to roll. The sound swelled just slightly, pulling the room toward the screen. Rei looked forward but found her eyes drifting left again, just for a second.

Eri had settled into her seat, clutching the popcorn with satisfaction. Izuku gave a small, helpless shrug. Rei sat still. Let the warmth pool around her again.

She didn’t say anything. Didn’t need to.

She just smiled—small, quiet, and to herself.

She didn’t mind being in their life. Not even a little.

 

The sun had drifted low, bleeding soft orange light across the parking lot. It had been a long day—movies, walking, noise, sugar. Eri’s steps were slower now, her hand tucked comfortably in Rei’s, fingers smudged faintly with powdered snack dust and maybe a bit of melted chocolate. She looked half-asleep but still talking.

"It’s just so unfair,” Eri mumbled as they approached the car, her voice dragging like her feet. “Like… the hero literally flew a hundred miles on a plane that was on fire. There were sharks. With laser fins. And then she just—disappears? Into mist? And says ‘I don’t think you really love me’? That's so dumb…”

Rei chuckled softly, guiding her toward the back seat. “That does sound a bit dramatic.”

“It was dramatic. He deserved better.”

“Mmm,” Rei agreed, brushing Eri’s bangs gently out of her face as she buckled her in. “You should write your own ending next time.”

“I will…” Eri mumbled, but her words were already beginning to melt into the rhythm of sleep. By the time Rei stepped back, Eri’s head had tilted to the side, her cheek resting on the edge of the seatbelt. Out cold.

Rei smiled.

She closed the door quietly and turned toward the passenger side. She was halfway there when Izuku spoke.

“Hey.”

She paused, lifting her head. Izuku was standing near the driver’s side, one hand on the open door, the other in his pocket. His hair was still slightly tousled from Eri messing with it earlier in the arcade. His eyes, however, were steady.

“I didn’t really get a chance to thank you.”

Rei blinked. “For what?”

He nodded faintly toward the backseat. “For… being there. For Eri.”

His voice wasn’t rehearsed, not polished or prepared. It had that halting, thoughtful quality he sometimes carried when something meant a little too much to say easily.

“I try. To be a good father,” he went on, scratching the back of his neck like he always did when he got too honest. “But I know I fall short sometimes. Work pulls me out. Hero stuff… everything. Eri’s always been understanding, she never complains. But I’ve seen the difference. Since you came into her life.”

He glanced back again, just for a moment. “She smiles more. She talks more. She’s… brighter. And I know I didn’t ask. I didn’t plan it. But—thank you. For being in her life.”

The words landed somewhere quiet in Rei. Not loud. Not overwhelming. Just… deep.

She didn’t answer right away.

Instead, she looked toward the backseat. Eri’s sleeping face was barely visible through the glass, her expression soft in rest. And Rei thought about the noise that came with her—the questions, the school gossip, the baking disasters, the TV blaring some series she half-understood. The way she moved through her home like it had always been hers. How natural it felt now to hear the door open and know it was Eri, kicking off her shoes and announcing she was hungry again.

“It was nothing,” Rei said, her voice low. “She’s a joy to have. Honestly, she’s made the house feel less empty. More alive.” She smiled faintly. “It’s like being a mother again.”

Izuku’s gaze softened, and the corner of his mouth lifted—not quite a smile, just something smaller.

“You’re a good mother, Rei.”

She looked at him. A moment passed between them, unspoken but full.

“And you’re a good father,” she said, stepping closer to him. Not invading space. Just closing the gap a little. Enough to be seen. To see him.

He didn’t move. Just met her eyes, calm and steady.

“Thank you, Izuku,” she said quietly. “For letting me be in your life.”

There wasn’t an answer to that. Just the way he looked at her—like maybe that meant something, and maybe he wasn’t sure what yet.

Rei turned away with a small nod, slipping into her seat as he sat to the driver’s side.

Later that evening, the house was quiet again.

Rei stepped inside and toed off her shoes, the familiar creak of the hallway greeting her as she hung her coat on the rack. The day’s shopping bag dangled from her hand—small, light.

She placed it on the kitchen table and pulled the item from inside. A simple hat. Soft knit, warm brown. She traced the rim with her fingers, the shape of it fitting oddly well in her hands.

It had been on display at the mall—nothing expensive, nothing special. But Eri had laughed when Rei tried it on, said it made her look like “a mom from a movie” and insisted she buy it. Rei had rolled her eyes. And then bought it anyway.

She sat down slowly, still holding it.

Her words came back to her, unbidden but warm.

Thank you, Izuku. For letting me be in your life.

They lingered there. Not heavy. Not haunting. Just… there.

Rei smiled to herself, her fingers still gently playing along the edge of the hat.

And somewhere, quiet and unnoticed, something fluttered in her chest. Small. Weightless. Almost curious.

She didn’t name it.

Not yet.

 

The apartment was finally quiet.

Eri had curled up under her covers, still clutching the plushie Rei had won her at the arcade. She was out the moment her head hit the pillow, worn out from popcorn, laughing, and whatever that movie even was. Izuku had barely made it down the hallway before he let out a long breath and sagged against the wall like a man twice his age.

God, he was tired.

He dropped onto the couch with a quiet groan, head tilted back, ready to just exist in silence for five minutes. Maybe even nap sitting up. He deserved that. One nice thing. One peaceful moment.

And then it came.

"Thank you, Izuku. For letting me be in your life."

Just a whisper of memory at first. He blinked.

The living room was dim. The last bits of daylight still brushed the windows. But in his mind, he could see her again—Rei, standing beside his car. The sunset was bleeding gold along her hair, and her eyes… soft. Honest. Like it had cost something to say it. Like she meant it.

His heart thumped once. Then again. Louder.

He sat straighter.

No.

No, no, no .

He stood, pacing suddenly, because something was happening and he didn’t like it.

“She was just being nice,” he muttered. “Just polite. We had a good day. A—normal day. We’re neighbors. FRIENDS. Close friends! That’s normal!”

But the memory wouldn’t let go. The way she had looked. Her eyes, bright and steady. The way her voice had wrapped around his name. Not soft like glass. Soft like home.

And now his heart— traitorous , thundering like he’d just fought a villain.

“Nope,” he said aloud, hands on his hips, staring into his dark kitchen like it could argue with him. “Nope. Not happening.”

But then his brain had the audacity to keep going.

How she’d laughed earlier. How she’d helped Eri tie her shoes without a second thought. How she’d looked walking through the mall, casual and warm, like she belonged next to him and not just beside him—but with him.

Like she always had.

“Shit,” he whispered.

His hand covered his face.

“Shit, shit, shit.”

He sank slowly to the floor in front of the couch, one palm braced on his knee, the other dragging down his face like that would erase what his heart already knew.

Because it wasn’t nothing.

It wasn’t polite.

It wasn’t friendly.

And it had been waiting. Quiet. Easy. Like breathing.

Until now.

“Dammit.”

He sat there in the low light of his living room, the faint hum of the fridge the only sound, heart hammering like it knew something he didn’t.

He didn’t move.

Didn’t speak.

Just sat there, stunned. A man who thought he was tired, but now wide awake with something terrifyingly gentle blooming in his chest.

And it sounded a hell of a lot like her voice .

Notes:

And that's a wrap.

Fun fact. Did not write this originally for Mother's Day I just kept working on it then boom mothers day was around the corner so just decided to finish this and post it. So yeah here it is.

Hope you liked it. Thanks again for the support as always and I'll see you in the next one. See ya

Chapter 55: All Bark, All Bite, All Mine

Summary:

Everyone thinks Izuku’s girlfriend is a menace. She yells at him, teases him in public, and acts like she’s one bad day away from slapping a hoe.

But when they’re alone? She melts into his chest like she was made for him.

Akane’s love language is chaos, but Izuku speaks it fluently. And for him, being hers—sharp edges and all—feels like home.

Notes:

And I am back with another OC. Kinda struggled with this one as I was trying to match her tone and personality that didn't feel...overly hurtful but also true to what I envisioned her.

So my take on the new OC was more of a toxic vibe but soft in private. Someone that says fuck you and then kisses you in bed.

So anyway I hope you enjoy this

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

It was a peaceful day in Japan.

Why?

Because All for One was dead.

Not from battle, or some heroic last stand. No, turns out being pumped with experimental quirks and black-market meds like a glowstick full of malice was actually bad for your liver. Man overdosed trying to become God.

As for Shigaraki?

Well. First a gasoline truck hit him, then a church collapsed on top of him, then a rogue airplane landed nose-first into his smoldering remains, and finally—finally—the Earth cracked open and dragged what was left of him into the depths. Probably where he belonged.

Anyway.

Peace.

Which brought us to Class 2-A, lounging around their dorm’s common room on a lazy weekend afternoon. Some were playing cards, others scrolling through their phones or pretending to study. The sun shone. Birds chirped. Mineta was being quietly ignored in a corner. All was well.

Until Izuku Midoriya jogged down the stairs.

Wearing his casual weekend joggers, a clean hoodie, and his usual All Might smile, he looked like the human embodiment of the words “please marry me.” He paused to check his phone, thumb-typing something quickly with a small smile before heading toward the exit.

“Midoriya!” Iida called out, glancing up from his meticulously organized planner. “Where are you headed?”

Izuku paused at the door.

“Oh,” he said casually, “just heading out to meet my girlfriend.”

And then he left.

Just like that.

No explanation. No follow-up. No dramatic music sting.

Just vibes.

The common room was quiet for approximately five full seconds before Mina’s brain rebooted mid-sip of her smoothie and she screamed “MIDORIYA HAS A WHAT NOW?!

The smoothie launched out of her nose. Sero choked on his chips. Kaminari dropped his controller and sent the game into pause-purgatory. Kirishima sat up so fast he pulled something.

Mineta, naturally, let out a shriek of betrayal. “WHAT THE ACTUAL—MIDORIYA HAS A GIRLFRIEND BEFORE ME?! That’s illegal! That’s—THAT’S NOT FAIR! I BET SHE’S A HOT BOMBSHELL WHO SITS ON HIS FACE—”

“Mineta, shut UP,” Jirou snapped, smacking him with a couch cushion hard enough to send him flying.

Iida adjusted his glasses three times in under ten seconds, desperately trying to recalibrate to this new information. “I—what—but—Midoriya never mentioned—how did we not know this?! I am his friend!”

Mina was already pacing, her eyes glowing with the raw fury of someone who considered herself the dorm’s Certified Relationship Investigator.

“He never told me. Me. I’m the flirty best friend. I’m supposed to know! Do you think she’s from a different school? What if she’s older? What if she’s like a MILF barista with tattoos and a voice that makes angels weep?!”

“Okay but,” Kaminari cut in, eyes wide, “like...is she real? Or is it one of those ‘girlfriend who lives in Canada’ things?”

Iida raised a finger with resolve, voice booming, “We must not overreact! When Midoriya returns, we shall congratulate him respectfully and ask our questions in a calm, orderly fashion! It is our duty as classmates and friends to—"

Ochaco gently nudged his arm. “Uh...Iida?”

He turned.

“They’re already gone.”

Iida blinked. “Pardon?”

“They left.” She gestured toward the open door. “Mina, Kaminari, Sero, Kirishima. All of them. They took off like five seconds ago to stalk Midoriya.”

Iida stared in horror at the now mostly-empty room.

There was only silence.

Then he stood up, hands trembling with righteous fury.

WE MUST RESPECT OUR FRIEND’S RIGHT TO PRIVACY—AND ALSO HIS GIRLFRIEND’S AGENCY AS A HUMAN BEING!” he bellowed, launching into a sprint after them, arms chopping at the air.

Behind him, Mineta crawled out from under a blanket pile, bruised but unbroken.

“I swear to god if she’s got fishnets, I’m gonna cry—”

 

Outside the mall, Izuku Midoriya stood with the patience of a seasoned hero and the vibe of a golden retriever waiting for his favorite person. He was casually scrolling through his phone, dressed neatly, his hair freshly tamed (as much as it could be), a little bounce in his step like he was humming happiness itself.

Meanwhile—in the mall’s parking lot.

Class 2-A had activated full-blown recon mode.

Behind a suspiciously low bush and around several poorly stacked shopping carts, the rest of the class crouched like rogue interns on a mission. Iida was taped to a lamp post, muffled and vibrating with rage as Sero occasionally added more tape “for stability.”

“We are NOT respecting his privacy!” Iida wailed through the tape, which sounded like “MRRR NNT RRSPNFF MRRVFFY!”

“Shhh!” Mina waved a hand as she ducked next to Kaminari. “We’re gathering intel, not spying!”

“We’re absolutely spying,” Jirou muttered.

“But it’s for a good cause,” Kaminari added, eyes squinting. “I mean, Izuku has a girlfriend?! Since when? And why didn’t we know?!”

“Maybe he met someone on patrol?” Sato guessed.

“Maybe it’s that Camie chick,” Mina whispered. “She did ask for his number like, a dozen times back in first year.”

“I’m still saying Melissa Shield is the most likely,” Yaoyorozu added thoughtfully. “They were very close during the I-Island visit.”

“Or…” Mineta leaned in dramatically. “It’s a MILF.”

Everyone slowly turned to look at him.

“…Or a sugar momma,” he added.

No one broke eye contact.

“Or a civilian?” Ojiro offered, quickly changing the subject.

“I just can’t imagine it,” Momo said, voice soft. “Midoriya’s so sweet. I picture someone shy, maybe introverted… they read books together and drink tea—”

“No way,” Mina cut in, shaking her head. “It’s gotta be someone bold. A gyaru. Someone who chews gum with attitude and wears heels to the beach. Dominates the conversation. Definitely wears crop tops.”

“Thigh-highs,” Mineta added with unearned confidence. “And hips that can break a man—”

“Quiet!” Sero whispered. “Look! Someone’s calling him!”

They all snapped their heads toward Izuku as a voice cut through the soft mall chatter:

“Yo, Izuku. You waiting long?”

The air shifted. Like a final boss theme had started playing. Even the pigeons near the fountain paused.

She walked toward him like she owned the pavement and had personally decided gravity was optional.

Akane Kurosawa.

First impression? 7 out of 10—but only if your rating system didn’t account for raw presence. She wasn’t stunning in a Miss Universe way, but the way she carried herself made jaws hit floors.

Her black hair was chopped into a sharp, slightly messy bob with platinum streaks on the left side, a few pieces tucked behind one ear to reveal an aggressive lineup of silver piercings. Her sharp eyeliner wing could've cut glass, and her lips were cherry red with a permanent “you wish you could pull this off” smirk.

She wore black ripped jeans that clung just enough, a cropped tee that read "Cry Harder, Daddy" in faded pink letters, and a slouchy leather jacket half-off her shoulder like she’d just gotten out of a fight or was planning to start one in five minutes. Her boots clunked with every step like intimidation was a language she was fluent in.

Her figure wasn’t hourglass or bombshell—it was lean, toned, all leg and confidence. A tomboyish sharpness mixed with flirty rebellion. Camie and Jirou’s edgy love child. She didn’t ooze sex appeal; she weaponized it and hung it like a sign around her neck that said not for you, loser.

“She looks like she once set her ex’s car on fire and charged him for the lighter fluid,” Mina whispered in awe.

“She looks like she’d flirt with your dad at your funeral,” Kaminari said, fear in his voice.

“She’s… kind of cool,” Jirou admitted.

“She’s going to crush him,” Momo whispered in horror.

And then she poked Izuku in the chest with one perfectly manicured black nail.

“You better not have been talking to other girls while I was walking here, nerd.”

Izuku blinked once, then smiled—not sheepish or apologetic, just warm, like this was how she always greeted him. “I wouldn’t dare.”

Akane narrowed her eyes, lips twitching. “You better not. I will rip your kidneys out and sell them for iced coffee money.”

“...Do I get a cut?”

She stared at him for a beat, then scoffed and grabbed his collar like she was either about to kiss him or drag him into a van. “Only if you shut up and carry my bag.”

From behind the parking barricade, the Class watched in stunned silence as Izuku casually took her bag—black, leather, suspiciously heavy—and slung it over his shoulder with a small “No problem.”

“Did—did she just threaten him?” Kaminari whispered.

“And he smiled?” Momo blinked, watching like her brain was buffering.

“She’s using the abuse-to-affection pipeline,” Mineta hissed like he was decoding a cursed scroll. “It’s a classic move. Gaslight. Gatekeep. Girlfriend.”

Akane turned just as Izuku fell in step beside her. She gave his hoodie an unimpressed once-over.

“You seriously wore that? I told you this mall’s got mirrors, right?”

Izuku looked down. “What’s wrong with it?”

“You look like an extra from one of your All Might movies”

“…Thanks?”

She rolled her eyes but hooked her arm through his anyway, leading him toward the entrance like she was dragging a pet project she planned to fix with sheer force of personality.

“I swear, you’re lucky you’re cute.”

“I thought I was lucky because you liked me.”

“Yeah, well, I have bad taste. Shut up and walk.”

And he did. Cheerfully. Like he hadn’t just been verbally obliterated five different ways.

Jirou leaned toward Mina. “Is this… a kink thing?”

“I don’t know,” Mina whispered. “I’m scared to find out.”

“Do we intervene?” Ojiro asked.

“No,” Yaoyorozu said firmly. “We observe. For science.”

Meanwhile, Iida was still aggressively flailing against the lamp post, now frothing with repressed morals and muffled rants about boundaries.

From a safe distance, they watched the couple disappear into the mall, Akane tugging Izuku along by the arm like a leash she was too bored to hide.

“She’s so mean to him,” Sero said, blinking.

“And he looks like he’s having the best day of his life,” Mina added.

Mineta looked haunted. “...What if… what if he’s into that?”

The group went quiet.

A breeze passed through the lot.

Then Sato said quietly, “We may never be strong enough to understand Midoriya.”

 

The sliding doors whooshed open, letting in a rush of mall air thick with fryer grease, perfume samples, and something overly cinnamon-y from a stall three floors up. Izuku had barely stepped inside when he turned to her, that sheepish little smile already forming.

“What do you wanna do first?”

“Food,” Akane said without hesitation, already scanning the levels like a predator. “I skipped breakfast. If I don’t eat soon, I might just bite you.”

Izuku let out a breath of a laugh, used to this by now. “You bite me whether you’re hungry or not.”

He tugged the collar of his hoodie down just enough to reveal a faint bruise high on his shoulder—small, crescent-shaped, and unmistakably toothy.

Akane’s lips curled, lazy and amused. “You’re too damn delicious,” she said, as if it were his fault. “And your skin bruises like overripe fruit.”

Before he could respond, she rolled her own shoulder back, sweeping her hair aside to flash the faintest mark just beneath her collarbone. Smaller, duller—his.

“See? We match,” she said, proud. “Yours might not be sharp, but you’ve got enthusiasm. And a stupidly strong jaw.”

Izuku flushed. “Sorry, I didn’t think I—”

Akane snorted, stepping in close enough for their arms to brush. “Relax. I don’t mind if you leave a mark. As long as I keep leaving more.”

She grinned, eyes gleaming.

He was still recovering from that when her expression shifted—brows narrowing as she gave him a slow once-over. Then a noise of disgust escaped her, theatrical and real.

“God, you’re such a slob.”

“What?”

She didn’t answer. Instead, she grabbed the strings of his hoodie, one noticeably longer than the other, and yanked him closer with a practiced roughness. “Did you even look in the mirror before leaving the house, or did you just roll out of bed and sprint to me like a kicked puppy?”

Izuku chuckled, watching her fingers work. It was always like this, Bark first then affection later. “You act like this isn’t our usual routine.”

“You act like I signed up to date a walking wardrobe malfunction.”

Still, she fussed with it—looping the laces neatly, tucking them in, fixing the uneven fold in the collar. All while grumbling under her breath.

“You’re lucky you’re cute. And that I’m the only person alive with this much patience.”

He smiled, completely unbothered, gaze soft. “I like hearing your voice.”

She paused, fingers still at his chest. Then looked up at him slowly, smirk already forming. “You got a degradation kink, nerd?”

Izuku’s ears turned pink. “Maybe I just like you.”

She barked a laugh, smacking him lightly across the chest—not hard, just enough to sting for a second. “Shut up before I actually start liking you back.”

“Too late.”

She made a face like she’d just stepped in something warm and irreversible. “Gross.”

Then her hand slid down and caught his, lacing their fingers together like it was nothing. She gave a casual tug and started pulling him toward the food court. “Come on. I’m starving. If I don’t get something greasy in the next five minutes, I’m eating your leg.”

“Fair warning,” Izuku said, “pretty sure I taste like salt and gym socks.”

Akane smirked, not looking back. “Doesn’t mean I won’t chew.”

From behind a support pillar two floors up, Class 2-A watched in stunned silence as the couple disappeared into the crowd—one of them casually threatening cannibalism, the other looking like he'd just been gifted the moon.

“What the hell did we just witness,” Kaminari whispered, as if too loud a voice might summon them back.

“That woman insulted his entire existence,” Tooru said, half-impressed, half-scared. “And he smiled like she handed him a marriage license.”

Sero whistled low. “And not just smiled. That man looked like he was ready to say ‘I do.’”

Iida, meanwhile, thrashed helplessly inside a shopping cart someone had definitely pushed him into earlier to keep him from interfering. His arms windmilled dramatically as he tried to regain balance.

“This is outrageous! Midoriya is being verbally assaulted in broad daylight! As class president I must— WHO PUT ME IN THIS CART—

“Shhh!!” Mina waved a hand in front of him, eyes sparkling like she’d just witnessed a live drama premiere. “Do you not see what’s happening here?! This is—this is like, prime-time romance. He bagged a baddie! Our cinnamon roll bagged a baddie!

She began vibrating in place, practically levitating from excitement. “I didn’t even know he had it in him! I thought he’d die blushing if someone held his hand!”

“That was a lot of hand-holding,” Jirou muttered. “And hoodie fixing. And… emotional masochism?”

Momo blinked slowly, still processing. “I’ve read a few novels where one partner is a bit…bossy. But this was more…predatory.” She cleared her throat. “And he didn’t seem to mind?”

“Nope,” Mina confirmed cheerfully. “He looked like he was thriving.”

Shoji tilted his head. “I’m not sure whether to be worried or supportive.”

“You can be both,” Sato offered.

In the corner, Ochaco casually tightened her grip on Shoto’s wrist.

“I still don’t understand why I’m here,” he said, looking like a man caught in the wrong genre.

“Because I needed a second opinion,” she replied flatly.

“I’m not qualified for this.”

“No one is.”

They all stared down again at the now-empty food court entrance.

“I think we just saw a red flag fall in love with a green flag,” Kaminari muttered.

“And the green flag said thank you,” Jirou added.

A beat passed.

“…God, they’re kind of perfect.”

 

They hit the food court like a storm in casualwear.

Akane stopped dead in the center of the chaos, eyes scanning rows of neon menus and kiosks, lips pursed like she was judging them all on a personal level. Her stomach growled—loudly.

“God, I hate food courts,” she muttered. “Everything’s overpriced, underseasoned, and beige. Like dating apps for your mouth.”

Izuku stayed by her side, amused. “So… what do you want, then?”

She glanced sideways at him, eyes sharp. “Blood. Or something fried. I’m not picky.”

He chuckled and gently steered her toward the ramen stall. “No blood on the menu today. But you liked this place last time, remember?”

Akane squinted at the stall sign like it had personally offended her

“That was only because the guy behind the counter had a tongue piercing.” She paused, licking her lower lip as if the memory lingered. “You think he's still here?”

Izuku raised an eyebrow. “You liked the ramen.”

“I liked his mouth,” she said, completely serious. “Ramen was second place.”

He blinked, uncertain if she was joking.

Then she tilted her head and gave him that slow, sharp smile—the one that made his heart trip over itself.  “But if I wanted tongue, I’d just grab yours.”

“…You’re unbelievable,” he muttered, ears pink.

“Mmhm. And yet you showed up anyway.” She gave him a once-over, openly, before nudging him forward with her elbow. “Now feed me, before I start asking that poor guy if he’s still single.”

Izuku didn’t move for a second.

Then, without looking at her, he said, “You wouldn’t.”

She leaned closer, voice low, grin feral. “I’d ask . But I wouldn’t mean it.”

They made their way to the counter, the ramen stall tucked into the corner with neon kanji glowing faintly against the ceiling. The guy working it looked about their age—bleached hair, sleeveless shirt, tongue piercing visible as he leaned over and greeted them with a casual, “Yo.”

Akane leaned on the counter just slightly, the kind of posture that made people think they were special.

“Yo back,” she said, her tone playful. “You still using that silver barbell, or did you upgrade to something gold?”

The guy blinked, surprised, before grinning. “Nah, still silver. Thought about gold though. Didn’t think anyone noticed.”

“Oh, I notice all sorts of things,” Akane said smoothly, resting her chin on her hand like this was the most fun she’d had all day. “You’re still doing the spicy pork bowl, right?”

“Yeah, with extra scallions if you want.”

“Perfect.” She tapped her nail against the counter. “I’ll have that. And don’t hold back on the spice. I like a little pain with my pleasure.”

The poor guy froze. A beat. Maybe two. He laughed too quickly.

“Y-yeah, sure thing. Coming right up.”

Beside her, Izuku didn’t flinch, didn’t shift—just smiled to himself like he’d seen this before. Because he had. Dozens of times. She turned flirting into a sport, and he was the reigning champion who already had the trophy.

The cashier moved to punch in her order, still fumbling a little. The cashier grinned, a little too wide now, and leaned forward over the counter—shoulders squared like he was thinking of shooting his shot.

Then Akane tilted her head, caught his eye again, and smiled that kind of smile that could make someone think they had a chance.

“You ever see a fox snarl before?” she asked, voice almost sweet.

He blinked, confused. “Uh—what?”

“Just wondering. You were starting to look a little too brave.” She straightened and looped her arm through Izuku’s without missing a beat. “Don’t get your hopes up, I flirt because I can. But don’t mistake it—I bite him. Not strays..”

The guy turned red. Izuku just coughed into his fist to hide his smile.

They moved to the side to wait, and Akane hummed under her breath like she hadn’t just reduced the poor guy to a blinking mess.

Izuku leaned close and murmured, “That was mean.”

“It was a warning,” she said, unapologetic. “No one gets to ogle you while I’m standing right here.”

“…Pretty sure you were the one who—”

“Don’t start,” she grinned, tapping his nose. “You know I’m loyal. I just like to remind people that I have options. And then remind you that I don’t use them.”

Izuku just shook his head, fondness blooming behind his eyes.

Akane scouted ahead, scanning the food court like a hawk with purpose. Most of the tables were packed, families clustered around trays, students with overflowing bags. She finally spotted one just clearing up by the corner and turned back to wave Izuku over—

And froze.

Two women—gorgeous ones, no less—had closed in on him like lions scenting the weakest member of the herd. One with glossy auburn hair leaned a little too close, her hand almost brushing Izuku’s arm. The other, with eyes lined sharp and a neckline even sharper, tilted her head in that telltale “you single?” angle. Both were dressed to stun, and neither seemed to notice—or care—that he was very much taken.

Izuku, for his part, was politely flustered, smiling with the kind of awkward charm that had probably made them approach in the first place. He rubbed the back of his neck, clearly trying to string together a respectful “no thanks” without sounding rude.

He didn’t get the chance.

Akane was already striding back like a storm in human form, tray in hand and eyes locked on the scene. The second her shadow fell across the trio, the air shifted.

“Oh, wow,” she said, her voice syrupy and laced with something venomous. “I step away for five seconds and suddenly this happens? You’re fast, baby.”

The two women blinked. One of them started to speak, but Akane leaned in just a fraction, enough to let her smile show teeth. “Buzz off. He’s with me.”

The taller woman opened her mouth like she might argue—but something in Akane’s eyes changed her mind. She stepped back with a stiff laugh and a muttered “sorry” before both women disappeared into the crowd like smoke.

Izuku opened his mouth to apologize, but she was already sliding the tray onto the table.

“Seriously,” she went on, mock-scandalized, “I leave you unattended for less than a minute and you’re already picking up strays. Some boyfriend you are.”

Izuku blinked at her, confused for all of half a second—then smiled.

“They were beautiful,” he said, completely straight-faced. Then, with a grin, he stepped in and looped an arm around her waist, pulling her close. “Too bad they probably can’t bite.”

Akane snorted, caught halfway between laughter and satisfaction. “You love it when I bite you.”

He just gave her that calm, quiet smile that always made her chest flutter. “Maybe.”

She shoved him gently toward the seat, grinning like she won something. Which, to be fair, she always did.

 

Izuku walked to the table with the food trays, setting hers down with practiced care. Akane didn’t wait—she immediately swiped a full spoonful of his pork bowl, chewing casually by the time he sat down.

“You seriously never learned how to guard your food, huh?”

Izuku didn’t blink. He just plucked one of her fries without looking.

“Didn’t you learn not to steal?”

Akane leaned forward, her elbow on the table, lips quirking as she chewed. “Do that again, I’ll bite your thigh so hard you’ll walk crooked for a week.”

Izuku, already mid-bite, just muttered, “Nothing new there.”

Her smile curved lazily—sharp, amused. That kind of smile you give someone when you know exactly how they taste.

Without another word, she unwrapped the straws and popped them into both cups, then passed his over like it was nothing. Her fingers brushed his. Light, casual. But intimate in a way that made the whole exchange feel like a secret.

He nodded, mumbled a quiet thanks, and they dug in.

A few minutes passed in comfortable silence, broken only by the clatter of trays and the low hum of the food court crowd. Then, without fanfare, Akane nudged a portion of her stir-fried vegetables onto his plate with a deliberate flick of her chopsticks.

Izuku looked up at her, brow slightly raised.

She didn’t glance his way—just kept eating.

“You need to eat some greens,” she said, tone flat, like she hadn’t just threatened to maul him minutes ago.

He didn’t say anything. Just smiled and took a bite.

They ate with the ease of people who knew each other’s habits. No forced chatter, no awkward pauses—just quiet chewing and the occasional half-hearted swipe for food that wasn’t theirs.

Eventually, the plates were nearly empty, drinks half-finished, and Akane had stopped mid-fry to lazily poke at the melting ice in her cup with her straw. Izuku, ever the polite one, wiped his mouth with a napkin.

Except—he missed a spot.

Akane sighed through her nose like it physically pained her. “Hey.”

He blinked. “Hm?”

She reached over, another napkin already in hand, and with practiced fingers, tilted his chin toward her.

“You’re such a damn mess sometimes,” she muttered, dabbing gently at the corner of his mouth. “Did no one teach you how to eat like a functioning adult?”

Izuku didn’t answer—he was too busy trying not to look flustered, jaw resting in her fingers, eyes darting anywhere but her face.

Once the spot was clean, Akane didn’t pull back. She just looked at him. Really looked at him. Fingers still lightly curled under his chin, thumb brushing near his jaw in a way that felt too thoughtful for someone so good at teasing.

Then she smirked.

And kissed him—quick, light, and with just enough pressure to make him blink like someone had pulled the rug out from under him.

She pulled back, smiling at the blush that was already coloring his cheeks.

“I keep you fed, cleaned, and loved,” she said sweetly. “You’d be feral without me.”

Izuku muttered something under his breath—suspiciously close to “not wrong” —before standing up with a quiet grumble. He stacked their trays with the tired dignity of someone used to this dynamic, and headed toward the return counter.

Akane leaned back in her seat, crossing her legs, and watched him go.

For a moment, she didn’t say anything.

She just stared. Like she always does when he’s not looking—eyes half-lidded, unreadable.

And then, just like that, she reached for her drink and slurped the last of the ice-cold soda like nothing happened at all.

 

With food done it was now time for their next agenda. Clothes. Akane led the way like she was hunting something specific—or maybe just needed to touch everything once before she could rest.

Izuku trailed a little behind, eyes wandering. Then he spotted it: a mannequin near the front, dressed in something that looked suspiciously like a gender-swapped version of Akane’s outfit. Black mesh sleeves, layered chains, wide pants with an unnecessary amount of buckles.

He raised a brow. “Should I try that? We could match.”

Akane didn’t stop walking. “You’d look like a backup dancer for a pop group that peaked in 20XX.”

He let out a short laugh. “Brutal.”

She turned on her heel.

“But sure,” she added, strolling back up to him. “Try it. If you want to get laughed out of the store.”

Izuku just smiled, hands in his pockets. “You’re real supportive, huh?”

Akane stepped in close—close enough that he didn’t have time to flinch before her fingers slipped behind his neck.

She yanked his hood down in one sharp tug. His curls bounced free.

“Better,” she said, lips twitching into something almost smug.

Her eyes flicked over his face for half a second. “Still dorky.”

Izuku lifted his brow, amused.

A pause.

Then, with less bite—“But it works.”

He blinked, but before he could say anything, she rolled her eyes like the moment had been his fault and grabbed his hand.

“Come on,” she muttered, dragging him toward the back racks. “You take forever to shop.”

He followed, his hand still loosely locked in hers, the corner of his mouth tugging up.

She didn’t look back, but he could feel the way her fingers flexed around his—absently, like she hadn’t realized she was still holding on. Or maybe she had and didn’t care.

The next fifteen minutes were a blur of soft lights, mismatched racks, and Akane weaving through them like a storm with a shopping instinct.

Every so often, she’d hold up a shirt—pressing it flat against his chest without warning. Sometimes she stared for a beat, lips pursed in thought. If she liked it, she shoved it into his arms. If not, she hummed—short and unimpressed—and slid it back onto the hanger with a flick of her fingers.

Izuku didn’t dare argue. Not yet.

She lifted another shirt, a charcoal gray with a subtle cut along the collarbone. Paused. Tilted her head. Held it up to him again. Then she stepped in, real close, until Izuku could feel the brush of her knuckles at his collar as she pinched the fabric against him.

Her eyes didn’t move for a second. “Yeah… this one.”

She dropped it on the pile in his arms like a verdict.

Eventually, Izuku cleared his throat. “Are you... just building a new closet for me?”

Akane didn’t even look up. “Expanding your wardrobe.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s a pain in the ass every time I visit your place,” she muttered, yanking a hanger free like it had personally offended her. “Same five hoodies. Same mech hero shirts. Like a twelve-year-old with a credit card.”

Izuku blinked. “Hey, my clothes are fine—”

“You have ten All Might hoodies and thirteen shirts with gear schematics on them.”

“They’re wearable.”

“They’re tragic.”

He grumbled under his breath, not quite arguing. “You weren’t complaining when you stole five of those hoodies.”

That got her attention.

She looked over her shoulder, smiling like she was holding a secret between her teeth. “Exactly. I rescued the good ones.”

Izuku huffed. Before he could respond, she was already shoving the whole bundle of shirts into his arms and nudging him toward the fitting rooms.

“Go,” she said, hands firm against his back. “Before I put you in them myself.”

Izuku raised an eyebrow, halfway laughing. “You’d do that, wouldn’t you?”

She didn’t answer—just waved him off like he was the problem.

Inside the small changing room, he heard her settle just outside the door, humming something vaguely chaotic under her breath.

“Ten seconds,” she called, voice sing-song. “Or I’m coming in.”

Izuku rolled his eyes as he peeled off his hoodie. “Do not get us banned from another store.”

No response.

Then her voice, quieter—almost a whisper through the door. “Not like you regret what we did last time.”

His hands froze on the hem of his shirt.

He didn’t say anything for a second. Didn’t have to. His silence said enough. He was already red in the face.

Outside, Akane leaned against the doorframe, smiling to herself like she could feel it.

When he finally stepped out, she straightened.

The shirt fit snug across his shoulders, clean lines, soft collar, muted color. It wasn’t flashy, but it looked deliberate. Like he hadn’t just thrown on whatever was closest to the floor.

He looked down at himself, tugging awkwardly at the hem. “Is it... okay?”

Akane stepped forward. Her hand came up to smooth the collar, slow and unhurried, brushing lightly over his collarbone as she adjusted it.

“You,” she said, almost thoughtful. “But less like a crybaby.”

Izuku’s mouth opened—probably to argue—but she was already pushing him back toward the fitting room with a flat palm against his chest.

“We’re taking them,” she said, not waiting for debate.

He stumbled backward with a blink, the door clicking shut between them.

Outside, Akane crossed her arms and looked smug.

Inside, Izuku stared at himself in the mirror, hand still hovering near the collar where she’d touched him. His cheeks were pink.

He didn’t mind the shirt.

Not even a little.

A few minutes later, they’d switched lanes—now browsing for her. Akane skimmed through racks with the fluid grace of someone who knew her taste to the millimeter. Her fingers would pause, test the fabric, bring it to her chest for a second—then hum and slide it back into place without a second thought.

Everything she picked had her stamp: clean lines, rich color, a silhouette that hinted at her figure but never screamed for attention. She was sharp-edged elegance made wearable.

Izuku, meanwhile, had wandered off. Which wasn’t suspicious until he was elbow-deep in women’s fashion with the concentration of someone solving a case file.

He held up a top. Mesh cutouts.

Nope. She’d roll her eyes and call it “clubwear for people who peak at twenty.”

Another one. Backless. He didn’t even need to guess. She’d probably use it to strangle someone before she ever wore it.

A short leather skirt. He pictured her looking at it, then at him, then deadpanning, “This screams I want to get railed behind a dumpster.”

His cheeks flushed. He blinked hard and moved on.

Then his eyes landed on something.

Simple. Soft. Unexpected.

He smiled.

“Hey,” he called out, drifting back to her side. “What about this?”

She glanced at what he held—and immediately raised a brow. “Too wholesome, don’t you think?”

It was a sweater. Loose-knit, off-the-shoulder, just long enough to fall over one hip if worn with shorts. Lavender—soft enough to be called pretty without being cutesy.

“You expected me to pick out fishnets?” he asked, half-grinning.

She plucked it from his hand and ran her thumb across the fabric, then looked up through her lashes. “I thought you’d pick something sluttier than just showing my shoulder,” she teased. “You’ve seen what I wear under your hoodies.”

“I also know you’d burn anything with less fabric than your temper,” he replied easily. “And if it showed more skin than this, you’d wear it once just to kill me, then bury it under my floorboards.”

Her smirk didn’t waver, but something in her gaze softened—subtly, like a tongue sliding across teeth.

She held the sweater up one more time, then draped it over her arm like a trophy. “Tch. It’s probably for the best I don’t wear things that show too much skin anyway…”

Izuku didn’t respond at first.

Just looked.

Not at the sweater. Not at her face.

At her.

The line of her throat. The curve of her waist under that sleeveless tank she didn’t even seem to register as hot. The soft dip of her back where her pants hugged a little too well.

He blinked, then met her gaze again.

“I mean,” she added, one brow raised, “you already stare like this body’s for you or something.”

He chuckled, unapologetic. “I can stop, if you want.”

Her eyes narrowed. A slow, crooked smile crept across her lips. “I didn’t say that,” she said, taking a step closer—then reached over, casually yanking a few pieces of clothing off his arm. “But test me again, and I’ll make you regret it.”

Then she turned on her heel and walked off, hips swaying with just enough intention to make him rethink every decision he’d made that morning—including waking up.

Meanwhile in a very respectable van in a very secluded part of an alleyway, a group of very unqualified young adults were huddled around what could only be described as an unauthorized surveillance operation.

“This is an invasion of privacy,” Iida said firmly for the third time. His arms were crossed. His eyes, however, did not leave the screen.

“They’re literally in public,” Kaminari argued, crouched beside the monitor with a fistful of sour gummies and a face like a raccoon in a garbage can. “We’re just…using supplemental tech.”

“The resolution is disturbing,” Tsuyu added, blinking. “Like, I can see the pores on her collarbone.”

“That would be thanks to my dish receiver upgrade,” Momo said proudly, twisting a knob on her compact, matte-black listening device—which, if anyone asked, was definitely not military-grade. “I had to reroute the signal to avoid civilian interference. But I added noise filters—so we can even pick up whispers!”

“Whispers?” Mina gasped, already grabbing a pen. “Did she whisper anything sexy? Anything throaty?”

“‘Throaty’ isn’t a category,” Jirou muttered.

“It is now.

A beat passed. Then audio crackled through the device.

“You already stare like this body’s for you or something.”

Kaminari died.

Bakugou—somehow dragged into this because he happened to be in the room—grunted from the corner. “Tch. Horny bastard.”

“Which one?” Sero asked.

Bakugou didn’t answer.

“Guys,” Uraraka piped up from the back. “Are we sure Izuku’s not like…being seduced against his will?”

“Girl,” Tooru whispered, horrified. “He literally bought her a sweater that hangs off her shoulder. That’s intentional flirting. That’s like…domestic as hell.”

“He’s smitten,” Momo added matter-of-factly, adjusting her earpiece. Everyone looked at the monitor again.

Watched Akane strut off.

Watched Izuku trail after her with a dazed, ruined expression.

Kaminari made a sound that could only be described as squealing into a hoodie sleeve. “Yup. Confirmed. Man’s already a housewife.”

Iida threw up his hands. “We are crossing ethical boundaries!”

“Shhh,” Mina said, holding a finger to his lips. “This is the part where he watches her walk away like she’s his goddamn religion.”

 

Akane stood still, arms crossed, weight shifted onto one hip.

Izuku had excused himself a few minutes ago—something about grabbing something real quick—but she hadn’t moved from her spot since. Her expression was unreadable. Calm. Almost neutral. But her eyes were fixed ahead, locked onto something just beyond the glass.

Something was turning in her chest. She didn’t smile. Didn’t frown. Just… stared. Thinking.

Her reflection blurred against the display. Behind her, voices buzzed—low, not subtle. A laugh in the distance. A scoff. Then low whispers. Too low to pick apart, but she caught the tone. Familiar.

“…those piercings—”

“…poor guy, did you see how she talks to him?”

“Imagine growing up like that.”

Her jaw shifted. She didn’t turn. Didn’t flinch.

She knew how she looked. The piercings. The boots. The sharp eyeliner and sharper tongue. The way she laughed too loud, flirted too hard, held her head too high like someone dared her not to.

And yeah, she knew how she talked. She knew how she could take one look at a guy and make them squirm with a smirk and a single sharp word. She knew how to cut through posturing and empty compliments and peel someone open with a stare.

People loved to fill in the blanks with their own little stories. Paint her as the villain. The corrupted girlfriend. The one who didn’t “deserve” the sweet, gentle hero trailing behind her.

They could all bite her perfectly toned ass.

She wasn’t hurting anyone. She respected boundaries. She had more emotional intelligence in one acrylic-painted nail than half the smug nobodies who judged her in passing.

She was a college student. A barista. Top of her psych program. She paid her rent. Didn’t take shit. Never hurt anyone who didn’t deserve it.

She was herself.

And she fucking loved being herself.

Even better? One other person did, too.

“Hey,” a familiar voice hummed from beside her, light and low.

She blinked out of her thoughts and turned to see him—Izuku, grinning sheepishly like he hadn’t just snuck off a few minutes ago. He was holding a small box. The kind with velvet lining and quiet significance.

Her brow rose, playful already. “You proposing, nerd?”

Izuku’s face instantly went crimson. “Wha—no! I just—! I saw this and, uh—here.”

She took the box, her teasing grin curling wider. But it faltered when she opened it.

Inside, nestled on soft black fabric, were earrings. Not flashy. Not her usual chain-linked spikes or glinting hoops. These were understated—delicate little tooth-shaped pendants in muted silver, hanging from thin, clean hooks. Simple. Honest.

Her lips parted, but no words came out.

“I, uh…” he rubbed the back of his neck, voice quieter now. “I know you like piercings, and I figured if you wanted to add some more, you know, you might want something new. Thought the shape was kinda cool… strong, but soft? The color’s good with your hair. I mean—you can wear them if you want. Or not! They’re probably dumb, sorry—”

She wasn’t listening.

Not really.

She was just staring at them. At the shape. At the thought.

It wasn’t flashy. It wasn’t grand. But it felt… permanent. Like something you didn’t give someone unless you knew them. The kind of gift that wasn’t meant to impress—it was meant to stay.

Like a promise whispered in the space between kisses. Soft. Heavy. Real.

And that was when it happened.

That smile.

The one only he ever got from her. The one that wasn’t wicked or smug or calculated. The one that cracked the sharp edges and let the real her peek through like sunlight through half-closed blinds.

“You keep doing stuff like this,” she murmured, slipping the earrings into place with a practiced hand, “and you’re gonna earn the backdoor tonight.”

He sputtered—visibly short-circuited—as she laughed, shoulder-checking him with a nudge before turning on her heel.

“You coming or what?”

He followed, still red-faced and short of breath, practically dragging his dignity behind him.

And as they walked away—hand brushing hers like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to hold it yet—she glanced back once to where she was staring at before. Rows of white. Silk. Satin. Lace. Soft lights bathing mannequins dressed in futures.

Wedding dresses.

And Akane, still walking, smiled.

But didn’t say a word.

The wedding boutique faded behind them

But her eyes?

They were a little softer now.

And her earrings caught the light like teeth in moonlight.

Meanwhile back with our spies, The van was silent.

Too silent.

Inside, monitors glowed with infrared heat signatures, high-res zoom lenses, and lip-reading software. Sophisticated. Overkill. Possibly illegal.

Mina had one hand over her mouth, eyes sparkling. “Did you see that? Did you see that? The way she looked at him? We’re witnessing a romcom in real time.”

Todoroki blinked slowly, like a man who hadn’t slept in four days. “Can we go home now?”

“I’m still logging their dialogue,” Momo murmured, typing furiously. “The gift exchange alone is statistically significant. This is valuable data.”

“You’re all insane,” Iida said, eyes wide behind his glasses. “Absolutely unhinged. We should not be here. This is stalking. We’re heroes, not—” he gestured around the high-tech van “—the NSA!”

“Relax, we’re in a borrowed surveillance van,” Mina said brightly.

“From who?!”

“Support Course,” she waved vaguely. “They owed me a favor.”

Just then, the van door slammed open. A blast of cold air hit them like justice incarnate.

Aizawa stood in the doorway.

Blank. Silent.

Dead-eyed.

Mina froze mid-sip of her juice box. Momo instinctively minimized seven open tabs. Kaminari reached for the van’s eject button (they didn’t have one). And Iida—

—stood up immediately, hands straight at his sides like he was about to be court-martialed.

“Who authorized this?” Aizawa asked, monotone, eyes heavy with disappointment.

“We were just—” Mina started.

“No.”

“Studying behavioral—” Momo offered.

“No.”

Todoroki tried, “I didn’t want to be here.”

“Correct.”

Then he turned to Iida. And he stared. No anger. No yelling.

Just a calm, disappointed silence.

And that somehow… made it worse.

Much worse.

“I thought you,” Aizawa said slowly, “would’ve been better.”

Iida made a sound like someone stepped on his soul.

Mina audibly gasped. Momo covered her mouth. Todoroki turned off the monitor out of respect.

Aizawa sighed.

“All of you. Detention. Two weeks. And cleaning duties. Every night. Bring gloves.”

“Are we picking up litter again?” Todoroki asked.

“No. You're cleaning the gym showers.”

“With toothbrushes?” Mina squeaked.

“With broken toothbrushes.”

He slammed the door.

Silence.

Then Mina turned to Iida, poking his arm. “You got us detention.”

“I TRIED TO STOP YOU!”

“I still think it was worth it,” Momo said quietly, eyes drifting to the paused frame of Akane smiling.

And in the silence that followed, Todoroki stood and opened the back of the van.

“…I’m walking home.”

 

The mall faded behind them, the bright clamor of weekend foot traffic replaced by the quiet hum of city streets. Izuku checked his phone—4:32 p.m. Not late by any stretch.

Akane glanced at him sideways as they waited for the crosswalk. “You need to get back to the dorms early?”

He shook his head, still pocketing his phone. “Nah. Curfew’s not ‘til eleven. And if I’m staying out, I just have to text my sensei.”

She smiled at that—slow and sly, a tilt of her lips that made something in his stomach flip. “So…” she drawled, that faint glint sharpening in her eye, “are you staying out?”

Izuku blinked, caught the implication, and gave a small laugh as he took his phone out again. “Guess I’m staying at my girlfriend’s place tonight.”

He even sent the address—just in case. It was half precaution, half ritual at this point.

Akane snorted. “Whipped.”

“Are you complaining?”

She leaned in, pecked his lips with a smirk. “Not one bit.”

And then she grabbed him by the collar and tugged him toward the bus stop like a misbehaving mutt.

Her apartment was still the same comfortable, chaotic blend of her personality—burnt-orange walls, mismatched throw pillows, framed vintage posters of shows she claimed she’d never watched but liked the aesthetic of. But little things stood out more now.

An All Might mug on the desk—his, clearly, though it was full of pens now.

A spare toothbrush by the sink.

A pair of socks that definitely weren’t hers hanging limply over the radiator.

Izuku smiled as he locked the door behind them. This wasn’t just her space anymore. 

It was theirs, in that quiet, slow way things became shared without needing to be declared.

“I’m popped,” Akane said, already kicking off her boots. “Gonna get out of these.”

She tossed her jacket on the back of a chair, glanced over her shoulder with that same cat-eyed glint. “You joining me, or just planning to stand there and admire me from afar?”

Izuku lifted a brow. “Is that an option?”

She just grinned. “You wish.”

They stepped into her bedroom together, the last of the sun spilling orange and gold across the floor. The windows were cracked open slightly, letting in the smell of city air warmed by concrete and fading sunlight.

Akane peeled off her T-shirt lazily, arms stretching over her head. She didn’t try to be seductive. She didn’t need to. Her confidence did all the work for her. The t-shirt fell away to reveal the black bra underneath—plain, well-worn, familiar. Then came the jeans, tugged off in a casual hop, leaving her in boyshorts and bare feet, skin catching the dying light in warm streaks.

Izuku had turned halfway to grab the shorts he’d left here last week—folded neatly on top of her dresser, probably untouched since. But when he looked back, her gaze was already on him.

She didn’t say anything right away. Just took him in.

Without the hoodie and oversized clothes, he looked different. Exposed. Not in a fragile way—more like revealed. Defined muscle, dense and lean. Scars crossed his chest and arms in jagged paths—some fine and old, others newer, rough-edged reminders of what he did for a living.

But they weren’t the only marks.

There were bite marks. Scratches. Some faded to ghost-pink. Some still fresh enough to sting in the shower. A few were where they shouldn’t be—not unless you knew exactly where to look. She walked over to him, slow and barefoot across the floor, and pressed her lips gently to one just below his collarbone.

He froze mid-motion, hands still on the waistband of his shorts.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, voice low.

Akane didn’t answer immediately. Just hummed softly, her arms sliding around his waist as she leaned into him. Her fingers grazed the mark on his hip—one she knew she’d put there last time he stayed the night.

“Just admiring my handiwork,” she murmured, kissing it again. Slower this time.

Izuku laughed under his breath. “At this rate, I’ve got more of your marks than my own scars.”

“That’s the point,” she said, thumb brushing slow circles on his side. “Gotta make sure you know who you belong to.”

He looked down at her, something warm blooming behind his ribs. She could be sharp-tongued and teasing and downright toxic in public—but this? This was hers, too. Soft. Quiet. Possessive in a way that didn’t cage, just... held.

She didn’t let go. Didn’t say anything else, either.

“Akane?” he asked gently.

She squeezed him closer. “Shhh. Five minutes.”

And so they stood there, tangled in sunlight and silence, the sounds of the city faint through the open window. Neither of them moved. Neither of them had to.

Not yet.

 

The apartment was quiet, save for the soft bubbling of Akane’s simmering dinner and the occasional rustle of fabric as they shifted on the couch. Izuku was stretched out on his back, long legs kicked up and socks mismatched. Akane lay sprawled across him like a lazy cat—head on his chest, one leg tucked between his, and her phone held above them. Every few seconds, she'd chuckle under her breath, and he could feel the subtle bounce of her laughter in his ribcage.

He tilted his head, eyes flicking toward the glowing screen.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, voice warm and lazy.

“Just looking at desperate people,” she said with a grin, thumb swiping left in a smooth rhythm. “Dating apps are wild.”

His brow lifted. “You’re on a dating app?” he asked, mostly amused, but the question hung there with a teasing weight. His hand idly traced slow circles on her lower back. “Should I be worried?”

Akane snorted. “Relax, Romeo. It’s just for fun.”

He craned his neck a little, peering over. Her feed was a scroll of bios—some shirtless guys flexing at the gym, others posing in front of sports cars, their profiles practically screaming I’m rich, please notice me.

She read one out loud with a mockingly dramatic tone: “CEO by day, thrill-seeker by night. Looking for a ride-or-die who can handle a real man.” She burst into laughter and shoved the phone closer so he could see it himself. “This guy thinks he’s in a movie trailer.”

Izuku laughed with her, eyes skimming the bio. “He’s got abs though,” he noted with a smirk.

“And a personality made of cardboard,” Akane said, swiping left with flair. “Seriously, most of these are just trying to out-alpha each other.”

“Maybe you should swipe right,” he offered, still in that same teasing tone. “You know, see what it’s like to date someone who owns three yachts and refers to women as ‘babygirl’ unironically.”

Akane gave him a side glance, eyebrow raised. “Please. I already have a golden retriever of a boyfriend who makes me breakfast like I’m royalty and fucks me like he’s trying to send me to physical therapy.” She locked her phone and tossed it aside, her tone casual but the way she settled deeper against him made her words hit warmer than she probably meant them to.

Izuku flushed, ducking his head with a laugh. “That’s... that’s one way to put it.”

“What? You do.” She leaned up, resting her chin on his chest, peering at him smugly. “You act all shy and sweet, but the second you get me in bed, it's like some switch flips and suddenly I’m the one begging for mercy.”

He opened his mouth, then closed it again, a deeper red blooming across his cheeks.

Akane grinned and gave his side a small poke. “See? You’re blushing. You like when I talk like that.”

“I—maybe,” he muttered, covering his face with one hand, but he was laughing now. Embarrassed, yes, but not uncomfortable.

She tucked her head back into the crook of his neck, her voice softer this time. “They can keep their bios and yachts and fake charm. I’m already set.”

For a few beats, he didn’t say anything. Just slid his arm more tightly around her waist and rested his chin against the top of her head. The phone buzzed once on the floor but neither of them reached for it.

“I guess that makes me lucky, huh?” he murmured.

Akane didn’t answer right away. Just sighed, satisfied, like she always did when she wasn’t ready to admit something out loud—but had already said it in her own way.

“Damn right, you are,” she mumbled eventually, and gave his side a light kick with her heel. “Now shut up and let me judge more bios. This is comedy gold.”

Izuku chuckled, tightening his hold on her as the screen lit up again and another poor soul's overly filtered face popped into view.

“You’re gonna roast someone into deleting the app one day.”

“Not my fault men keep advertising themselves like clearance sales,” she said, thumb already swiping left again.

And just like that, they sank deeper into the cushions—mocking strangers, sharing body heat, and slipping a little further into the quiet kind of love that didn’t always need to be said aloud.

Izuku let out a short laugh, eyes half-lidded with comfort. “You’d think someone would figure out subtlety is sexier.”

“You’d think,” she echoed, phone dropping to the side. “But no. Just oiled pecs and vague trauma.”

They stayed like that for a few more minutes—her lounging on top of him, both half-watching the screen and half-mocking bios until the smell from the kitchen reminded them they actually had food ready.

Eventually, Akane groaned and rolled off him, bones cracking dramatically as she stood. “Alright, come on, soldier. Dinner time.”

Izuku stretched too, rubbing his stomach a bit. “Smells really good.”

“Obviously. I made it.”

While Akane moved to plate the food, Izuku busied himself setting the table without needing to be asked—grabbing the utensils from the drawer, laying them down with that familiar absentmindedness of someone who’s done it a dozen times before. His fingers automatically straightened the edge of a placemat. He didn’t even think about it.

Akane, meanwhile, was spooning generous portions of garlic rice and chicken breast onto each plate, humming quietly to herself—some barely-recognizable pop song mashed into a beat of her own.

When they met at the table, Akane wordlessly poured a glass of water and set it in front of him without looking. Izuku, in turn, had already grabbed the hot sauce she liked from the fridge and placed it by her elbow just as she sat down.

They didn’t comment on it. Didn’t have to.

“You want leg or breast?” she asked.

“Whatever’s left,” he replied.

“Cute answer. You’re getting breast.” She scooped an extra piece onto his plate before stabbing her own fork into her food.

He blinked down at it. “This might be too much, though.”

Akane didn’t even look up. “You need the protein.”

“I’m fine, seriously. I already—”

“Eat it,” she said, tone flat but eyes glinting with amusement. “Or I’ll tie you to the bed and force feed you. Still have the rope.”

Izuku’s fork paused mid-air. He gave her a side-eye. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”

She looked up then, raising an eyebrow. “Do I look like I’m joking?”

He grumbled something about “overly assertive girlfriends,” and she just took a long sip from her water, smug as hell.

But he dug in.

The food was good—of course it was, Akane didn’t do bad food. The kind of meal that filled more than just your stomach. Halfway through, she refilled his water like it was second nature and snuck another piece of chicken onto his plate when he wasn’t looking.

“So,” she said between bites, “this guy yesterday—regular—shows up thirty minutes before opening. Just sits outside in his car, staring at the door like it’s gonna open itself.”

Izuku raised a brow. “Maybe he really needed caffeine.”

“Oh, he didn’t even order coffee,” she deadpanned. “Just a muffin. And then tried to flirt by asking if I believe in destiny.”

Izuku almost choked on his rice. “Please tell me he didn’t.”

“Right after he asked if I wanted to split said muffin.” She sipped her water, unimpressed. “It had walnuts. I told him I was allergic and he just… nodded like it was tragic.”

“At least he didn’t offer to suck the walnuts out for you.”

She snorted. “Give it a week.”

Izuku shook his head. “Café crushes are so intense.”

“They really are. Like, I hand you a latte once with a smile and suddenly you’re planning our kids’ names.”

They shared a look before both snickering quietly.

He chewed thoughtfully, then added, “One of my classmates tried to sneak a recorder into a field exercise.”

Akane raised an eyebrow. “Why?”

“To get reference footage. For their social acccouint. It got knocked out of the air by a training drone and almost took out Mineta.”

“Oh my god,” she laughed, covering her mouth. “Please tell me you have footage of that.”

“I might.”

“Izuku,” she said, leaning forward. “I will marry you if you send me that footage.”

Izuku turned an impossible shade of pink. “A-Akane.”

“What?” she smirked. “You said might. I’m motivating you.”

They kept talking like that—bantering and sharing bites, passing the hot sauce back and forth without asking, leaning a little closer as the plates slowly emptied and the night wore on.

The apartment around them didn’t feel fancy or perfectly clean. But it felt theirs. Plates clinked softly, the overhead light buzzed in that way cheap bulbs do, and somewhere in the background, laundry tumbled in the dryer like the world outside kept moving even as they lingered here—two people in the middle of a rhythm they never quite admitted they loved.

Izuku reached for more rice. Akane stole one of his cucumbers.

And neither of them said it out loud, but everything in the way they moved said they’d done this before.

And would do it again.

 

After the dishes were washed and dried they got a movie. Ironically it was about a toxic male boyfriend and his soft girlfriend. It wasn’t even good. One of those dramas that tried too hard, with over-the-top betrayal and clunky dialogue. But somehow, it had them both hooked. Or maybe it was just the company.

Akane was curled into Izuku’s side, long legs sprawled over his lap as she balanced a nearly empty tub of ice cream against his chest. The screen flickered as the male lead—again—got caught red-handed in another affair. This time in the backseat of a car, shirt half-off, fumbling with a woman who wasn’t his long-suffering girlfriend.

Akane let out a laugh, sharp and unimpressed. “You’d think by now he’d learn to cheat better. Guy’s just begging to get caught.”

Izuku snorted, spoon paused halfway to his mouth. “Maybe she’s into it.”

Akane raised an eyebrow. “Being cheated on?”

“I mean…” He shrugged, a teasing grin tugging at his lips. “She keeps forgiving him. At some point, that’s a choice.”

Akane snorted. “God. You sound like my ex.”

The spoon clinked against the tub as she set it aside. Her head dropped to Izuku’s shoulder with a sigh that wasn’t quite tired. Onscreen, the female lead was finally letting loose—screaming every curse word in the book at her partner, throwing clothes and insults with equal force.

“That’s pretty much what my ex said too,” Akane muttered. “Minus the cheating. That was just him projecting.”

Izuku glanced down at her, quiet.

“He said I flirted too much,” she went on, voice light, but something under it pinched at the edges. “Said he wouldn’t be surprised if I was screwing people on the side. That I was… too much. Too aggressive. Too flirty. Too mouthy. Bit too hard. Insulted him in public.” She flexed her fingers against his, then laced them with his, thumb brushing slow over his knuckle. “I mean, he wasn’t totally wrong. I was kind of an ass. Still am.”

Izuku didn’t look at her. Just kept his eyes on the screen, his hand curling a little tighter around hers.

“You bit me last week,” he said flatly. “On purpose.”

“Didn’t hear you complain,” she murmured.

“I didn’t.” He rested his head lightly on hers, lips curving. “Guess I’m just built different.”

She huffed a quiet laugh and tilted her head up to glance at him. “So what? I’m just not for everyone?”

“Nope,” he said easily. “Definitely not.”

Akane smiled. It was small, crooked, and more honest than most people ever got to see.

“But I’m for you?”

Izuku met her gaze. That boyish, unflinching warmth never left his eyes. “Unfortunately,” he said, deadpan. “I get to be bitten, belittled, insulted, and dragged through the dirt by you.”

“And you love it.”

He didn’t argue. She pecked his cheek, light and quick, and when he turned to her, they kissed—slow at first, then again, a little longer this time. Her quirk flickered in the dim light, sharpening the tips of her teeth just enough to graze his bottom lip.

He stilled.

She nibbled.

His hand rose to her head, gently palming her hair as if he were smoothing a wrinkle out of the moment. She giggled into his mouth and pulled back, eyes glinting.

Then, without ceremony, Akane stood and peeled off her shirt, tossing it lazily into his lap. She was bare and unbothered, stretching her arms above her head like a cat just to show off. “I’m taking a shower.”

She started toward the bathroom—then paused in the doorway, glancing over her shoulder. “You joining, or do I have to drag you by the hair?”

Izuku didn’t bother with a response. He was already on his feet, shirt coming off as he crossed the room. He caught her around the waist and slung her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing.

“Eager!” she shouted, laughing as she smacked his back playfully. “Izuku—!”

“Uh-huh,” he said, carrying her toward the hall like a man on a mission. “You asked.”

She grinned against his back. “Just so you know… if I slip in there, it’s your fault.”

“I’ll catch you.”

“You better.”

Izuku’s shoulder dug into her stomach as he stepped into the bathroom, steam curling at the corners of the mirror. Akane laughed, feet kicking in the air.

Akane snorted, twisting slightly in his hold. “Did the movie get you hot or was it the cashier I flirted with?”

“You,” he said easily, shifting to set her down on the counter. “Always you.”

Akane smirked, hair a little wild from being upside down. “Cute. Say more stuff like that and I might start believing you.”

She leaned back against the mirror, eyes narrowing with that familiar gleam. “Now strip, nerd.”

He rolled his eyes, tugging his shorts off with a chuckle. “Yes, ma’am.”

“You’re so obedient. Kinda hot,” she teased, reaching out to poke at the faint lines on his stomach. “Starting to look less like a dork. Proud of you.”

“That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“Don’t get used to it.”

Steam filled the space as he turned on the shower. Akane slid off the counter, stepping close enough that their hips bumped.

“You’re gonna hog all the water, huh?” she said, peeling her undergarments with zero hesitation. The bite marks she left on his collarbone last week were still faintly visible. She saw his eyes flick down.

“You’re staring,” she said.

“You’re pretty.”

“Fuck you.”

“You will,” he said, dry.

Her head tipped back with a laugh. “God, I love when you fight back. Kinda makes me wanna bite you.”

“You always wanna bite me.”

“Because you’re biteable.”

She stepped into the shower first, dragging him in by the wrist. The heat hit like a blanket, fog clinging to their skin instantly. 

Then she shoved a shampoo bottle into his gut.

“Make yourself useful”

He blinked down at it. “This is your shampoo.”

“Yeah? And this is my shower. Figure it out.”

Izuku took the bottle and lathered it into his palms, then reached up without protest. The second his fingers touched her scalp, she actually went quiet.

Not that she’d admit it, but she melted just a little.

He worked slowly, carefully, as if her hair might detonate if handled wrong. And maybe it would — she’d definitely throw hands if he messed it up. But he didn’t. He never did.

She closed her eyes and tilted her head forward, biting her lip when his nails scraped lightly. She hated how good he was at this. Hated it almost as much as she loved it.

“…You missed your calling,” she muttered. “You should’ve been a housewife.”

He smiled behind her. “You’d divorce me within a week.”

“Two days. Tops.”

He rinsed her off without a word. No smug comments, no teasing. Just soft hands and warm water, like she hadn’t spent the entire day roasting him for his fashion sense and threatening to fight a mall cop.

Then she turned and grabbed his shampoo off the rack.

“Sit down. I’m not breaking my arms trying to reach your dumb curly head.”

He obeyed, sitting on the stool without complaint. She cracked her knuckles like she was preparing to fight a demon.

“You know your hair is like cursed, right?” she said, running her fingers through the mess. “It’s like Medusa and a loofah had a kid.”

He gave her a look. “You love it.”

“I tolerate it,” she corrected. “Barely.”

But her hands were gentle. Quick but not rushed. When she ran her fingers through a particularly tangled spot, she didn’t pull. Just took her time. Grumbled insults under her breath like a spell.

“You’re such a baby,” she muttered when he winced. “This is why you’re not allowed to grow it out.”

“Didn’t realize I needed clearance for hair decisions.”

“You need clearance for everything now. I’ve marked you.”

He rolled his eyes, but he was smiling.

Akane grabbed the bottle of body wash and turned, palm out.

“Wash my back,” she ordered, grinning over her shoulder. “Try not to pop a boner.”

“No promises,” he murmured, squirting some soap onto his hands.

His fingers spread across her back, slow, deliberate. She didn’t lean into it, but she didn’t move away either. Her hair clung to her neck, still dry in places, and when he reached her shoulder blades, she made a low, satisfied sound.

“Surprised you’re not using this as an excuse to grope me,” she muttered.

“I’m being respectful.”

“Lame,” she teased, turning suddenly. Soap dripped between her shoulder and breast, her grin feral. “You only get one shot at this, Hero.”

His hands stilled, the heat from the water nothing compared to how warm his face felt.

Akane cocked her head. “What? Cat got your tongue?”

“No. Just didn’t know you were into shower domination.”

“Please. I’m always on top,” she said, then slid her fingers down his chest, nails dragging just enough to make him shiver. “Except when you’re not a coward.”

He kissed her.

She smiled against his mouth, pleased and smug. Her arms looped around his neck, wet skin slick against his. She bit his lower lip—not hard, just a warning.

“Izuku,” she said, voice low now, fingers resting on his chest. “If you keep going like that, I’m gonna start thinking you’re trying to be romantic.”

He leaned down, breath warm against her ear. “And what if I am?”

Her smile twitched, sharp and smug. “I’ll bite you.”

“Worth it.”

Akane barked a laugh, the kind that echoed in the tile. “Dumbass.”

But her hand curled behind his neck, pulling him back down again.

This time, there was no teasing—just heat, steam, and the quiet understanding that for all the barbs and bites, they knew each other’s rhythm. His touch found her hip, hers trailed down his spine, anchoring.

Akane, with her sharp teeth and soft kisses.

Izuku, with his steady hands and quiet devotion.

“Hey,” she murmured between kisses. “You better not be falling in love with me again.”

He kissed the corner of her jaw.

“Every day,” he said.

Akane groaned. “Gross.”

But she didn’t stop smiling.

 

Sunlight slipped through the gaps in the curtains, warming the sheets and landing square on Izuku’s face. He groaned, scrunching up his nose before cracking one eye open.

Blurry. Bright.

Then—soft.

Lips pressed against his with no warning, making him gasp softly. They were gone just as quick, replaced by a familiar snicker.

His vision cleared.

Akane was lying next to him, bare as the night before, grinning down at him with that sharp, predatory affection in her eyes—equal parts wolfish and smug.

“Good morning, breaker of hips,” she said, voice husky with sleep and amusement.

Izuku groaned and immediately dropped his face into the pillow.

She laughed loud and unfiltered, curling a finger through his messy curls. “What? Not good enough? I’ve got a whole list, y’know. Bone Mangler, Pelvis Killer, Mr. Can’t-Do-It-Softly.”

“Mmph,” he replied into the pillow.

Akane poked his side. “Oi. Get up. You’re carrying me to the kitchen.”

“Why?” he grumbled, face still hidden.

“Because,” she said sweetly, “my legs are broken. Whose fault is that again?”

He groaned louder, but finally peeled himself off the mattress, sitting up and rubbing at his eyes. She watched him with a lazy smirk, eyes trailing down the scratches she’d left on his back the night before.

He tossed on a fresh pair of boxers and grabbed the oversized T-shirt she liked—one of his—and handed it over wordlessly. She slipped it on with a dramatic sigh of satisfaction.

“Look at that. Still chivalrous. Even after committing bodily damage.”

Izuku raised an eyebrow as he leaned down to pick her up bridal-style.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and grinned. “Now march, peasant.”

A few minutels later and the smell of coffee filled the small apartment, and Akane perched on a stool, cradling her mug while scrolling through her phone. She looked obnoxiously cozy—bare legs, his shirt, hair still messy from sleep and sex.

Izuku was at the stove, wearing only his boxers and focused on flipping pancakes with practiced ease.

“Hey,” she said without looking up, “when’s the next time we’re doing this again?”

He glanced over. “Sex or breakfast?”

She smirked. “Yes.”

He chuckled under his breath and flipped a pancake. “Dunno. Gotta check patrol rotation. Class this week’s packed.”

“Same,” she muttered. “Work’s a nightmare. Midterms soon. I can feel the emotional collapse loading.”

They both sighed.

Scheduling anything between a full-time psych major and a trainee hero was like solving a Rubik’s cube blindfolded. But they always found a way. Even if it meant Akane showing up at 1 a.m. just to pass out next to him.

After breakfast, she stretched out across the couch, massaging her thighs with a dramatic wince.

“God, I hate you.”

Izuku looked over from where he was washing dishes. “Mm. Love you too.”

She jabbed a finger in his direction. “Don’t get smug. This is your fault.”

He wiped his hands dry. “Y’know, I can go easier on you.”

Akane gave him a flat look. “And like always, that’s a no. I like it rough, fast, and with enough screaming to scare the neighbors.”

Izuku sighed deeply. “You’re gonna get me reported.”

She grinned. “Worth it.”

He glanced at the clock. “Almost nine.”

Akane stretched, groaning again. “Alright. Bath time. Gotta prep for work.”

He eyed her legs skeptically. “You… still can’t walk?”

“Oh, I can,” she said breezily, waving him off. “Just wobbly. Like a baby deer. But you wouldn’t let your innocent girlfriend suffer, would you?”

“Innocent,” he repeated flatly.

Akane widened her eyes in mock offense. “Wholesome. Pure. A gift.”

He gave her a deadpan look, then sighed and moved to scoop her up again. She cackled and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“You’re too good to me, Midoriya.”

He mumbled as he carried her out, “You’re lucky I love you.”

She grinned against his shoulder. “Damn right I am.”

Izuku set her down gently on the bathroom counter, her legs swinging uselessly as she hummed a lazy, off-tune melody under her breath. He moved around her, filling the tub with warm water, the gentle rush of water echoing in the quiet room.

Akane leaned back on her palms, watching the steam rise. Her body still ached—sore in all the right places—and the air smelled faintly like mint and sandalwood from his shampoo.

He left the room briefly, only to return moments later with a small stack of fresh towels. Wordlessly, he turned off the tap and turned toward her.

“Water’s ready,” he said softly, wiping his hands on one of the towels.

She raised her arms toward him like a sleepy child expecting to be lifted.

He blinked at her.

She stared back, expression pure, eyes wide with mock innocence.

He sighed, of course.

With practiced ease, he peeled the oversized shirt off her shoulders, leaving her bare once again. Akane didn’t flinch—if anything, she rolled her shoulders like royalty being divested of her royal cloak.

“You spoil me,” she murmured as he slipped his hands under her thighs and lifted her carefully into the tub.

“I really don’t,” he muttered.

But the way she sighed when her body sank into the warm water said otherwise.

“God, yes,” she groaned, melting into the heat.

Izuku stripped off his boxers and stepped in behind her, settling in with a small splash. The tub was barely big enough for two, but they made it work—her back against his chest, her legs draped loosely over his.

His hands found her shoulders first, kneading gently, thumbs pressing into tight muscle.

She let out a pleased hum. “Mm, you’re really good at this. You sure hero work’s your calling? Because this? This is top-tier boyfriend behavior.”

His hands moved lower. “You have work in two hours.”

“I do,” she said with a teasing smile. “So unless you’re planning on carrying me there in a blanket and heels, no sex.”

“I wasn’t trying anything,” he mumbled, though his hands had conveniently slid to her thighs.

She tilted her head back to eye him. “Uh-huh.”

He worked slowly, thumbs gliding over the sore muscles of her legs, firm but gentle. She sighed again, deeper this time, sinking further into the water.

“This is the life,” she whispered. “Warm bath. Sore legs. Massaged by the man who broke me in half last night. Ten outta ten. Would suffer again.”

“You’re unbearable.”

She smiled. “You still love me.”

“Unfortunately.”

They stayed like that for a while, bantering back and forth—Akane tossing teasing remarks over her shoulder, Izuku responding with dry, exasperated affection as he worked the soreness out of her legs. Every now and then, she’d let out a soft hiss when he hit a tender spot, but never once asked him to stop.

Eventually, the water cooled, and Izuku reached for a towel.

She held out her arms again.

“Oh come on,” he said.

Akane smirked.

Still, he lifted her out of the tub, wrapping her in a thick towel before grabbing one for himself. He dried her off with gentle efficiency—starting with her arms, then her shoulders, her back, her legs. All the while, she wore that same smug, relaxed look.

Like a woman who knew exactly what she was worth.

Like someone who had no doubt she was going to be spoiled, again and again.

Wrapped in the towel, he carried her back to her room. She nuzzled his neck just to be annoying.

“I got railed, bathed, and now I’m burrito’d and carried like royalty,” she murmured. “I’m the real winner in this relationship.”

Izuku rolled his eyes. “You’re impossible.”

“And you adore me.”

He didn’t argue. Mostly because she was right. And partly because her smile, smug as it was, still looked like home.

 

Izuku stepped out of her room dressed and ready to go. The smell of miso and grilled veggies still lingered faintly, mixing with the sharper scent of her perfume and fresh coffee.

Akane stood at the counter, fully dressed now, hair up in a loose clip, casually prepping her lunch like she hadn’t spent half the morning unable to walk straight.

Before he could say a word, she turned, grabbed him by the collar, and yanked him down for a kiss.

He squeaked, eyes wide for half a second before relaxing into it, hands hovering awkwardly at her waist.

She pulled away first, lips curled into a satisfied smirk.

“You’re really kissy today,” he murmured, blinking as if his brain was still rebooting.

Akane hummed and tugged at the collar of his shirt, revealing a faintly red, very fresh bite mark just below his neck.

“Still mine,” she said, planting a softer kiss right over the mark before turning back to her lunch.

Izuku rolled his eyes. “You’re the only one biting me.”

She giggled. “Good. Just making sure the world knows who you belong to.”

He stepped closer, hands stuffed in his pockets. “You remind me of that every time we hang out.”

“Exactly,” she said cheerfully, snapping a lid shut and dropping it into a plastic bag with two other containers. She shoved the bag into his hands.

Izuku blinked down at it. “What’s this?”

“Lunch.”

He looked inside. Three containers, neatly stacked. Each had a sticky note.

One read: “This one can kill you, like me 💕”

Another: “Eat me like you ate me last night.”

And the last one? A cartoon of her flipping him off, drawn in permanent marker.

He raised his eyebrows.

Akane just smiled. “You eat plain crap at UA. I’m fixing that. You’re welcome.”

He rolled his eyes again, but didn’t deny it.

“Need a lift to work?” he asked as he adjusted the bag in his hand.

She shook her head. “Nah. I’ll limp my way there like a war hero. You, on the other hand, can go back to your merry little life without your sweet, loving girlfriend.”

He snorted. “If anyone flirts with me, I’ll cry. That should scare them off.”

“Good plan,” she grinned.

He leaned down and gave her one more kiss—soft and lingering.

“I love you.”

She smiled against his lips, then pulled back and tapped his chest. “I love you, nerd.”

Then, under her breath, “Dumbass.”

He laughed, shook his head, and headed out the door.

Akane stayed where she was, arms crossed as the door clicked shut.

A long beat passed in the quiet.

“…Damn,” she muttered, eyes still on the door. “I already miss his stupid face.”

An hour later and Izuku stepped back into the dorms, the weight of the plastic bag full of lovingly threatening lunch boxes still in his hand. All he wanted was to collapse into bed, maybe fix his notes, maybe do a quick workout, or maybe—realistically—just sleep for another five hours.

What he didn’t want was an ambush.

“DEKU. SEAT. NOW.”

Mina’s voice rang across the common room before he even made it to the stairs.

Next thing he knew, he was being physically manhandled into a chair, his bag dropped unceremoniously beside him as Mina stood over him with the energy of a prosecutor on a caffeine bender.

The entire common room was watching.

Iida had pulled out a clipboard.

Mineta had popcorn.

Kaminari had the kind of grin that said ‘ this is either going to be funny or scarring’

And Momo—sweet, ever-gentle Momo—looked like she was going through the five stages of disbelief.

“You—have—a girlfriend.” Mina declared, poking a finger into his chest with each word.

Izuku laughed. It came out way too nervous. “Well—I mean—yeah, technically—kinda—yes?”

“You kinda have a girlfriend?” Kaminari echoed.

Mineta nearly choked on a popcorn kernel. “Bro. You were in a mall with her, eating and buying clothes. Laughing. I don’t think that’s ‘kinda.’ That’s, like, real. That’s endgame vibes.”

Momo blinked, brows furrowed. “But… why didn’t you ever tell us?”

Izuku rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling sheepishly. “I didn’t think it was, you know, news. Nobody really asked and it wasn’t, like… a thing I wanted to make a big deal out of…”

Mina’s eyes widened like he just personally betrayed Cupid. “Not a big deal?! Deku, you are the team’s resident cinnamon roll! The emotional support bean! And somehow, you got yourself a girlfriend and thought—what? ‘Oops, forgot to mention?’”

“I mean—” Izuku started, already sweating.

“NO.” Mina pointed a finger skyward like a judge about to deliver a sentence. “I have waited TWO YEARS to set you up! Do you know how many fantasy pairings I’ve had lined up? Huh?! I had charts! PowerPoint presentations! Compatibility analyses!”

“She did,” Momo confirmed grimly. “There were spreadsheets.”

“And somehow I miss this?!” Mina slapped a hand to her forehead dramatically. “This is emotional treason. You committed emotional treason, Izuku Midoriya.”

Izuku tried to stand. He was promptly shoved back down.

“Nope.” Mina cracked her knuckles. “You don’t get to squirrel away your emotional life like a rich man in a bat costume and then casually stroll in post-stakeout like it’s not the biggest news since All Might’s retirement.”

“Its not a big deal—”

“SHUT UP AND TELL ME EVERYTHING,” she demanded, eyes gleaming. “Now.”

She whipped out a pink notebook that said ‘Operation Deku Love Life’ in glitter pen.

Izuku stared at it like it might bite him.

Mina flipped to a blank page. “We’re starting from the top. What’s her name, when did you meet, how did it happen, does she have a villain record, and what’s her blood type—GO.”

Questions after questions were fired in the blink of an eye as Mina tried to get every piece of juicy detail of his relationship.

“Has she ever threatened to kill you?”

“She said if I ever cheated, she’d ‘gut me like a fish,’ but it was playful —!”

“Is she the jealous type? Like stab-a-bitch jealous?”

“She said she’d learn necromancy if someone tried flirting with me after she died.”

“Bro.” Denki whispered in awe.

“What’s her pet name for you?”

Izuku cringed. “...Breaker of hips.”

The room howled.

“Has she ever sent you something edible and also vaguely threatening?”

Izuku reached into his bag and silently held up one of the containers.

Mina read the note. “‘Eat me like you ate me last night…Okay, I actually respect that one.”

“Has she ever, and I quote, ‘called dibs’ on your soul?”

“…Yeah. She drew it in Sharpie on my back once.”

Mina blinked. “Okay that’s new level”

She turned fully to him, hands on hips.

“Is she holding you hostage with sex?”

“What?! No!”

“How did you meet her? And don’t say ‘on the street’ unless you mean that literally.”

Izuku blinked. “...We met in an alley.”

“What the hell?”

He raised his hands in surrender. “She was smoking. We talked.”

“You talked.”

“Well, she cursed a lot and ranted about her ex leaving her for, uh...quote: ‘some skank who spreads her legs for every guy with a buzzcut.’”

The entire room went quiet.

“…And you… stayed?” Yaoyorozu asked carefully.

“I offered her a water bottle and told her that sounded rough.”

Mina stared. “So trauma bonding in a sketchy alley was your meet-cute?”

He nodded solemnly. “And it’s been great ever since.”

“Okay but like—are you into degrading stuff? Like is that your thing now?” Mina leaned in, genuinely invested. “You want to be called names? Stepped on?”

“I—what?!” Izuku went bright red. “No! She’s just…like that. That’s how she talks.”

Iida, who had been quietly polishing his glasses in the background, finally stepped forward. “While this…relationship dynamic may be unorthodox, I offer you my congratulations regardless. And Midoriya, should you ever feel unsafe or disrespected, please know that I am available for a private discussion at any time.”

Izuku blinked, then smiled. “Thanks, Iida. Really. But I’m good. I swear. Akane doesn’t mean anything bad by it. Sure, she, uh…calls me things. But that’s just her way of showing she cares.”

Everyone groaned.

Kirishima leaned over from the couch. “So like…what does she do for fun?”

Izuku blinked. “Oh. Uh…well, last week she—” he stopped himself, suddenly realizing how it sounded. “She tied me to a chair.”

The room froze.

“Bro.” Denki whispered. “BRO.”

“Wait—WAIT—” Izuku flailed his hands. “It wasn’t like—! I mean—it was, but it wasn’t bad! I consented! There was a safe word! It was miso soup! I was FINE!”

Kaminari collapsed face-first onto the couch. “I’m going to need holy water.”

“I mean, she made me lunch after,” Izuku added weakly, which did not help.

Sero nearly fell off his seat laughing. “Lunch doesn’t undo trauma, bro!”

“No one’s traumatized!” Izuku whined. “She just likes—she likes being in control! And I—! It’s—!!” He gave up with a groan and sank into the couch. “It’s complicated.”

“She’s not a villain,” Izuku groaned. “She just...talks like one. And jokes like one. And texts like one.”

Izuku felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He pulled it out casually, fully intending to just give it a quick glance. But before he could even read the preview—

“Oooh, is that her?” Tooru’s voice chirped—then the phone was gone.

“Tooru—! Wait—!”

Even without a visible face, her entire posture stiffened mid-scroll.

“...Oh,” she said. Quietly. Dangerously.

Izuku wrestled the phone back, heart sinking.

The screen lit up with a selfie—Akane behind the counter in her café uniform, hair tied back, smirking like she knew exactly what chaos she’d cause.

The caption read: “Love to bite you more. Let’s meet up soon so I can mark my territory again.”

Izuku fumbled to lock the screen.

Tooru was already shouting. “HOW MUCH DOES SHE BITE YOU?!”

He threw his hands up, trying to calm the storm that hadn’t even properly begun. “It’s fine! I’m fine! She just—she bites a little!”

“A little?” Mina gaped.

“Well… okay. More than a little.” His voice cracked slightly. “But I consent! I-it’s not like—she checks in! There’s communication and… and aftercare!”

His phone buzzed again.

This time Bakugo reached over without a word, swiped it, and immediately unlocked it like he’d known the password for years.

Izuku lunged. “Kacchan—NO—!”

Bakugo’s face twisted ever so slightly. His eye twitched. He tsked and tossed the phone back.

Izuku caught it, read the new message—and went red all the way to his ears.

“Still thinking about last night. Next time I’m bringing the leash. Try not to pass out when I ride you while tied up. You know, the way you like it. 💋”

Bakugo leaned back, arms crossed. “...Way too fucking kinky.”

Mina blinked like she was buffering.

“I—WHAT DID SHE SAY?!” she shrieked.

“Nothing!” Izuku squeaked. “Nothing important! She was just—talking about… soy sauce!”

“That was not soy sauce,” Bakugo muttered.

“Midoriya,” Iida cut in, trying very hard not to combust, “while I deeply respect your privacy, if at any point you are feeling unsafe or coerced into—”

“I’M NOT!!” Izuku yelled, flailing. “I’m fine!! It’s fine!! She’s just—she’s just like that! It’s totally normal!!”

“Normal?!” Mina’s voice went up an octave. “She bites you, calls you a coward, ropes you up and —how is that normal?!”

“It’s just… her way of showing affection!” Izuku cried. “Everyone has quirks!”

“That’s not a quirk, that’s a kink!” Denki shouted from the corner.

Sero nodded slowly, giving Izuku a wary once-over. “Bro, we thought you were a cinnamon roll…”

“You’re a cinnamon roll into bondage,” Mina whispered, scandalized.

Iida’s glasses nearly cracked from the pressure of his moral restraint.

Izuku dropped his head into his hands, face blazing. “I should’ve just gone to the gym…”

Notes:

And that's a wrap. I hope you enjoyed this one this thing went through so much editing.

Work's been hell and I finally understand why some people work two jobs just to get by...especially when said workplace takes your overtime away. CURSE YOU ADULT LIFE!

In any case nice to de stress every now and then. So see you when I see you

Chapter 56: The Bitch and the Nerd – Part 3

Summary:

Ten months. That’s what he asked for.
And like an idiot, she said yes.

Nejire Hado doesn’t do silence well. Not when she’s used to dragging Midoriya by the wrist, patching him up, and keeping his dumb heroic self alive through sheer force of personality. But now he’s gone quiet—training, growing, and staying true to his word. No texts. No calls. Just space.

So why is it driving her insane?

Notes:

AND HERE IS PART 3 OF THE BITCH AND THE NERD!

Here's to hoping I stayed true to her character and the way you guys liked it. If not then I'll just crawl on the ground and rest.

In any case I hope you guys enjoy this.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Can you... leave me alone for ten months?

She remembered those words. Remembered exactly how he said them.

Nervous, but sure. Like a kid asking for permission to stay out past curfew—except this kid looked her dead in the eyes and said it like it was the most serious thing in the world. Like it hurt to ask. Like he didn’t want to.

And like an idiot, she said yes.

Three months in, Nejire Hado was starting to regret it.

She let out a long, irritated breath as she leaned against the wall of the Ryukyu Agency dressing room, tightening the last strap on her gauntlet. Her eyes flicked to her phone, waiting for the notifications to ping if there were any —but of course, there weren’t. No messages. No missed calls. Not even a stupid meme.

“Man of his word,” she muttered, sliding her phone into the hidden pouch in her suit. “Dumbass.”

Three whole months. Three months of no bugging him at his apartment. No dragging him out for coffee or making him carry her shopping bags. No breaking into his fridge. No teasing him until his freckles looked ready to pop off his face.

Nothing.

He asked for space. She gave it.

Now she was annoyed.

And that was the problem—he meant it. Izuku Midoriya said ten months and, apparently, he was going to see that through with all the determination of a monk taking a vow of silence.

“Who told this dumbass it was okay to be mature?” she muttered.

Behind her, a small group of the agency's other female interns glanced her way and immediately quieted down. One of them had just been about to ask for help adjusting her gear, but the sight of Nejire scowling at her own reflection made her reconsider. They huddled in the corner, whispering.

“Has she always looked this scary?” one murmured.

“Scary? She’s been radiating fury all month.”

“I swear I heard her muttering dumbass at her phone last week.”

“Oh no—what if it’s a breakup?”

“Breakup? That would mean someone was dating her. Who’d date a girl who glares at you twenty-four-seven?”

“Maybe he dumped her...?”

Nejire didn’t hear them. Or maybe she did, but didn’t care. She clenched and released her gauntleted fist, forcing herself to roll her shoulders and breathe out through her nose. She wasn’t angry.

Not really.

She was just... irritated. Unsettled. Empty. Like someone had unplugged her from a power source and expected her to keep running. It wasn’t fair. She didn’t even like silence, and here she was, respecting it for someone else.

Because he asked.

A knock on the doorframe pulled her out of it. Ryukyu leaned in, already suited up. “You good?”

Nejire plastered on her usual professional face aka her normal face. “Yes”

She fell in step beside her mentor as they headed out onto the streets. The sky was clear. There were villains to patrol for. Civilians to save. Work to do.

And still, in the back of her mind, she wondered what he was doing right now.

 

Somewhere, a few districts over...

Achoo!

Izuku Midoriya wiped his nose on his sleeve, sniffling.

“That’s what you get for standing still in the wind!” All Might barked, hands on his hips.

“S-Sorry, All Might!” Izuku shouted, breathless, and leaned his weight into the thick rope tied around his waist. His shoes dug grooves into the gravel as he strained, muscles burning, dragging the rusted-out sedan inch by inch across the training yard.

He tightened his grip, coughing once more.

“I wonder... who’s thinking about me right now...”

He sneezed again.

All Might threw a towel at his head.

 

The wind pushed gently at her cheeks as Nejire flew, arms tucked back, spiraling just above the rooftops of downtown Musutafu. Beside her, Ryukyu soared with quiet grace in her full dragon form, scales gleaming in the sunlight. It was their usual patrol route—nothing flashy, mostly crowd presence and routine scans—but with Nejire’s quirk, she didn’t exactly blend into the sky.

Even three months in, the sight of Ryukyu mid-flight still had a weight to it. Authority. Power. Control. Nejire respected it. Not that it showed much on her face—her usual expression hovered somewhere between vaguely irritated and please don’t talk to me unless it’s important.

“Still good?” Ryukyu’s voice came through their comms with a touch of amusement.

“Yeah.” Nejire’s tone was flat, professional. “Steady flight path. No signs of activity.”

Ryukyu hummed. “Good. Your speed’s improved this month.”

A beat passed.

Then Ryukyu added, “Though your frown has been especially sharp this week.”

Nejire didn’t answer right away. She kept her gaze forward, eyes scanning the streets below. Her brows remained drawn, lips pressed in that signature neutral pout that seemed to read as hostile to anyone who didn’t know her.

“This is just my face,” she said eventually.

Ryukyu chuckled, warm and slow. “Sure. But your usual face doesn’t come with muttering.”

Nejire’s brow twitched. “Muttering?”

“Mmhm.” Ryukyu sounded far too pleased with herself. “I’ve counted at least four times in the past two weeks where you’ve flown off with a whisper. Something about a ‘dipshit’ or a ‘dumbass’… possibly an ‘idiot.’”

“...Maybe you misheard.”

“Maybe.” Ryukyu’s tone was far from convinced.

Nejire sighed through her nose. “It’s nothing.”

Ryukyu might have responded, but a sharp scream cut across the calm. Both heroes snapped toward the sound instantly.

Nejire didn’t wait for orders. Her body reacted before her thoughts could catch up, spiraling down like a coiled spring finally let loose. A blur of blue hair and spiraling propulsion, she twisted mid-air, narrowed in, and—

BOOM!

Her energy blasted her straight into the path of the purse snatcher, cutting him off before he even rounded the corner. The man skidded to a halt just as Nejire planted her feet between him and the sidewalk, expression deadpan and not in the mood. Before he could drop the purse or run, she raised one hand and hit him with a focused pulse of her quirk, launching him into a nearby garbage bin with a thunk and a squeak of metal.

“Idiot,” she muttered, grabbing the purse where it had fallen.

The woman who’d screamed stood frozen at the end of the block, eyes wide. Nejire landed beside her, handed over the bag without a word, and then shot back into the air with another pulse. Smooth. Efficient.

She hovered beside Ryukyu again like nothing had happened, still wearing that vaguely annoyed look, windswept strands of hair brushing her cheek.

“Very smooth,” Ryukyu praised with a low chuckle. “You’re getting faster. Sharper, too. Honestly, if you keep this up, I might have to send the others home early.”

Nejire didn’t answer, just exhaled and adjusted her flight position.

“Still nothing,” she thought. “Still quiet.”

Far above the city, with the sun starting to dip behind the buildings and her comms buzzing faintly in her ear, Nejire Hado found herself wishing—just a little—that the next idiot she ran into had green hair and a guilty look on his face.

 

The sun was high, warm light streaming over the rooftops where Ryukyu and Nejire had settled for their lunch break. The city moved below them—cars, crowds, life—but up here, it was quiet. Peaceful. The kind of lull heroes learned to savor.

Nejire sat cross-legged on the concrete, the bento box on her lap already halfway open. Steam wafted up. Katsudon.

She blinked.

…Huh?

She cooked this herself last night. She remembered doing it—breading the pork, mixing the eggs, seasoning the broth—but it hadn’t registered until now that it was his favorite.

She stared at it. Katsudon.

Her brain offered a flash of memory she didn’t ask for.

“Katsudon again? Seriously?” she had deadpanned, arms crossed, eyeing his lunch like it had insulted her personally.

Izuku, halfway through stuffing a mouthful of rice and pork into his face, paused. “What? It’s good.”

“I didn’t say it was bad, I said ‘again.’ You had that two days ago, you food zombie.”

He looked helpless. “I like it!”

She rolled her eyes, snatched his pork with her chopsticks, and dropped a piece of her spicy chicken into his box.

“You need variety,” she’d muttered, chewing his pork with a sigh. “I’m saving your taste buds.”

Nejire took a bite from her katsudon. She chewed slowly. It tasted exactly like how he liked it—just a little sweet, not too thick on the sauce.

Goddamn it.

Across from her, Ryukyu raised an eyebrow from behind her teacup.

“If you frown any harder,” she said lightly, “I’m going to start looking younger than you.”

Nejire scowled, not even hiding it, her gaze locked on her food. “Just thinking.”

Ryukyu hummed, a calm sound carried by steam and sunlight. “Yes. Thinking. Whatever it is, it’s been making you more agitated by the week.”

“I’m not—” Nejire sighed and stabbed her chopsticks into her rice. “It’s nothing serious.”

Ryukyu set her tea aside and leaned a little forward, watching her with patient amusement. “School problems?”

“No. I’m doing fine academically. Balancing my coursework and training’s nothing new.”

“Agency issues?”

Nejire shook her head. “Your agency’s great. I like the pacing. You don’t treat me like I’m just tagging along.”

Ryukyu nodded slowly. “Good. You’re definitely not.”

The conversation could’ve ended there. It should have. But Ryukyu’s smile curved, just slightly.

“…A boy, then?”

Nejire choked.

Literally choked—on a piece of pork.

She coughed into her sleeve, eyes wide, smacking her chest as her face flushed an annoyed shade of red.

Ryukyu handed her a bottle of water, utterly unbothered. “So,” she said calmly as Nejire gulped it down, “it is a boy.”

Nejire wheezed, slammed the bottle down, and muttered something under her breath.

Ryukyu hummed in response, unfazed, her chopsticks tapping idly against the rim of her bento. She didn’t push, didn’t even lift her eyes. But her lips curved—subtle, knowing.

“It’s not about a boy,” Nejire snapped once she caught her breath, too fast, too defensive. “That would be stupid.”

“Mm,” Ryukyu nodded, that same teasing smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. “Of course. Stupid.”

She let the silence stretch, just long enough for the tension to simmer between bites of rice. Then, light as steam rising from her tea, she added:

“Still… I do hope you won’t kill the poor boy for something he didn’t do.”

Nejire scoffed, stabbing a piece of pork like it owed her money. “He didn’t do anything,” she muttered.

And that— that —was the fucking problem.

 

By the time her shift ended, Nejire was no less irritated than she’d been during lunch. If anything, the quiet ride home made it worse. Her phone burned in her pocket the entire walk to her house. She greeted her parents and walked up the stairs. The second she stepped inside her room, she tossed her bag onto her desk, and pulled out her phone.

No notifications.

Of course not.

She stared at the screen for a full thirty seconds, jaw tightening, thumb hovering uselessly.

Goddammit.

Why did she always check her phone? Like some idiot waiting for a call that wasn’t coming. He never texted first—not once. It was always her . Always her dragging his lanky ass into the sunlight, prying him out of that gremlin cave he called a bedroom, scolding him for skipping meals and turning into a shriveled homework goblin.

No texts. No calls. No “wanna hang out?” or “I’m free today.” No lazy meetups. No food court raids. No shoulder-checking him when he said something too nerdy. No grabbing him by the wrist and making him squeak when her grip tightened.

Nothing.

She was honoring his request.

And god. fucking. dammit.

She was mad about it.

Not just annoyed. Not just frustrated. She was bitter.

She’d really thought she’d enjoy the quiet. Coming home without a muttering green-haired nerd underfoot, tossing off her boots, maybe flopping on the couch with some snacks and a good drama. No one to correct her hero trivia. No one to drag her into debates about obscure Quirk mutations like she gave a damn. Ten months. That was the deal. She figured she’d train, eat, nap—rinse and repeat. Easy. Simple. Peaceful.

Well. Fuck that.

Turned out, without his usual All Might ramblings echoing from the kitchen or her phone buzzing with some stupid question like “what’s your favorite type of Quirk classification system?”—the quiet was worse. Louder. Clingier. It crawled under her skin like damp air, sat in her room like a mold she couldn’t scrub out.

No one was there to complain when she stole the good side of the couch. No one whined when she picked the movie. No one protested when she dumped her shopping bags on him like a pack mule and walked two steps ahead like he’d always be there to catch up.

And now… there was just her.

And it sucked.

God, it sucked.

She wanted to storm into his dumb little apartment, rip off the blanket burrito she knew he was cocooned in, and shake him. Hard. Maybe scream at him a little. Hear him yelp and flail like the awkward gremlin he was. 

She wanted to grab him by the collar, poke his forehead, and tell him he was a moron for making her go this long without any damn updates. Not even a “still alive” text? Really? Who gave him the right to follow directions this well?

She flopped back against her mattress and glared at the ceiling like it had personally wronged her.

It was too quiet. Too still. Everything felt off-balance—like she’d stretched out her hand without realizing it and forgot there wasn’t anyone walking beside her anymore.

"...Motherfucker, I miss him."

The words just slipped out.

She blinked.

Huh.

Then exhaled sharply and dragged her hand down her face.

God. Fucking. Dammit.

She knew what it felt like to miss people. She wasn’t new to the concept. Old classmates, agency interns who rotated out, even the barista who used to get her coffee order right before quitting without warning—people came and went. You noticed, you adjusted, you moved on.

But this? This wasn’t normal.

This wasn’t the kind of missing where you sighed at an empty chair and kept eating. This was the kind where the silence echoed. Where her jokes went unanswered and her fridge stayed organized and her phone just stayed dark, like it had been turned to “useless” mode.

It wasn’t dramatic. It wasn’t poetic. It was grating.

Like her whole routine had a draft in it now—something left open that shouldn’t be. Like there was supposed to be noise in the background, and the lack of it was making everything sound wrong.

She didn’t miss him like people missed their best friend or their crush or whatever dumb label made things feel tidy.

She missed him like a bad habit. Like a dumb, persistent itch just behind her ribs.

She missed the interruptions. The whining. The muttering. The weird little way he flinched when she poked his shoulder and called him something dumb like "freckles."

Her routine had lost its favorite chew toy.

And she hated it.

She missed him in the worst way—loudly, stupidly, violently .

And the worst part?

He’d probably just smile that soft, awkward little smile and say sorry like it was nothing.

Her fingers tightened around her pillow.

God. Dammit. She really missed him.

Her eyes flicked to her phone again, like it had twitched or buzzed when she wasn’t looking. It hadn’t. Obviously.

Still, she reached for it.

The screen lit up, blinding in the dim room. No notifications. No messages. Nothing. But her fingers moved anyway, tapping open their last chat like muscle memory.

It wasn’t even a conversation. Just a photo.

From that dumb sleepover.

She stared at it for a second, expecting to scoff and swipe away. But she didn’t.

There she was—grinning like she owned the place, smug and gleaming with mischief. And next to her, halfway through stuffing his face with pizza, Izuku looked up just in time to realize he was in the shot. Eyes wide, cheeks full, like a surprised raccoon caught raiding a trash can. Completely unaware. Completely unguarded. Way too fucking innocent for his own good.

Nejire stared at the screen longer than she meant to. Her thumb hovered over the keyboard.

She sighed, locked the phone, and set it face-down on the nightstand beside her.

Seven months to go.

She was so going to strangle him when she saw him.

 

5 Months to Go

Something was off .

It wasn’t anything obvious—there were no outbursts, no desk flipping, no walls being punched. No fire or screaming or public meltdowns.

But the atmosphere?

The atmosphere was thick.

The students of U.A.’s second-year hero class didn’t know what changed, only that it had. Some unspoken shift had tilted the gravity of the room ever so slightly, just enough to make people sit straighter, speak quieter, breathe less deeply.

And at the center of it all sat Nejire Hado.

Her expression was the same as always: neutral, sharp-eyed, unreadable. Stoic in that way that always leaned more “I’ll kill you with my eyes” than “resting neutral.” But now, the chill in her stare had turned radioactive. She didn’t look angry. Not exactly.

But she radiated it.

A quiet, coiled fury that clung to the air like ozone before a thunderstorm. It rolled off her shoulders in invisible waves—low and steady, like a slow-building charge. It made your skin itch. Made your instincts whisper: don't move.

It was terrifying.

Mirio, who was usually a one-man entertainment system, had gone unusually quiet. Not because he didn’t have anything to say—no, he was practically vibrating with things to say—but because, for once, he possessed the rarest and most powerful of qualities:

Self-preservation.

He sat like a well-trained dog, eyes forward, hands folded, not even breathing too loudly. Every now and then, he’d glance sideways at Nejire’s desk. Then look away again. Fast.

Beside him, Tamaki whispered, “Are you okay?”

“I’m choosing life,” Mirio murmured.

And then Present Mic burst in, bright as ever, peppy as hell and absolutely, completely unaware of the quiet horror encroaching on his domain.

YEEEEAHHH! GOOD MORNING CLASS 2-A! ” he shouted, striking a pose and slapping a file onto his desk. “Time to get LOUD with some ENGLISH!”

A few brave students clapped. One girl jumped.

Nejire didn’t blink.

“Let’s start with colors, folks!” Present Mic grinned, flipping to the board. “Say it with me: Red!”

“Red,” the class muttered.

“Blue!”

“Blue.”

“Green!”

That was the trigger.

Nejire’s finger twitched.

Just barely.

But it was enough.

Yuyu, who had been sitting the nearest to her, made a high-pitched squeak and immediately latched onto her seatmate’s arm in full panic mode.

“She twitched,” Yuyu whispered, eyes wide and so, so full of fear. “She twitch— oh god, I don’t want to die, I haven’t even had my first kiss yet—!”

Her seatmate (whose name she couldn’t even remember in her current crisis) was too paralyzed to respond.

Present Mic, bless him, continued on, blissfully unaware.

“Now let’s use it in a sentence! I have a green shirt! Come on, everybody!”

Mirio’s jaw clenched. He did not look at Nejire. No one did. Eye contact would be a death wish.

Finally, Nejire moved.

Not much—just the slightest tilt of her head in Yuyu’s direction, followed by a slow, deadpan sigh.

“I’m not going to kill anyone,” she said flatly. Not loudly. Not threatening. Just… a fact.

Still, the weight of it made the classroom fall into dead silence.

Mirio, brave idiot that he was, attempted a joke—nervously, softly, like someone throwing a twig into a lion’s enclosure.

“Uh… yeah, but your eyes didn’t really, uh, back that up…”

She turned to look at him.

Directly.

Nejire Hado. Eye contact. No blink.

Mirio sat up a little straighter.

She didn’t blink. Didn’t smile.

“Trust me,” she said quietly. “You’re not the one I’m killing.”

And with that, she turned back to her notebook.

The classroom held its collective breath.

Even Present Mic paused for a second. “…Aaaaand moving on! Next color!”

Yuyu sobbed silently behind her hands.

Mirio didn’t speak for the rest of class.

 

3 Months to Go

The doors slid open with a dull hiss, warm air hitting her as she stepped out of the grocery store with a bag in one arm and her phone in the other. Nejire scrolled with her thumb, barely glancing up as she walked. The class group chat was blowing up—again.

Yuyu: omg omg omg we’re almost 3rd years holy SHIT

Moe: pls god let the test just be robots again, I’m not emotionally prepared for human combat

Yume: I heard it’s mostly robots… mostly

Koei: They say that every year

Moe: why would you say that

She snorted under her breath.

Everyone was freaking out, vibrating with nerves or excitement or both. Nejire didn’t blame them—being a third-year was a big deal. Bigger internships, career tracks. Real hero work.

But her mind wasn’t really on that.

She kept scrolling, brows drawn slightly, eyes scanning updates without really absorbing them. The city moved around her in quiet rhythm—cars rolling by, signs flashing, the dull chatter of people walking past.

And then she stopped.

Just… stopped.

Her hand lowered slightly. The grocery bag in her other arm shifted.

She looked up.

There it was.

That familiar, mildly run-down apartment complex with the ugly chipped paint on the corner. The one with the mailboxes that stuck and the creaky stairwell she always tripped on. The one she shouldn’t be in front of.

Her eye twitched.

“…What the fuck,” she muttered.

Her gaze darted left, then right. She wasn’t dreaming. She’d walked all the way here without realizing. Just straight out of the grocery store and into his neighborhood like some kind of possessed idiot. She hadn’t been thinking about directions, hadn’t been paying attention, hadn’t even planned anything—and still, here she was.

Her feet had just… brought her here.

Automatically.

Like it was normal.

Like it was habit.

She clicked her tongue and glared at the building like it had personally betrayed her. “What the hell, body,” she hissed, shifting her grocery bag higher on her hip. “Get a grip. What are you, a fucking dog?”

With a sharp spin on her heel, she turned around and stomped off. Then paused.

Her hand.

It had drifted back—behind her.

Fingers slightly curled.

Like she was reaching.

Like she was about to grab someone’s wrist.

Like she’d done a hundred times before without thinking, without asking, because he always followed, always squeaked and flailed and moved his feet fast enough to not trip when she dragged him along.

She stared at her empty hand for a second.

Then clenched it.

 “Stupid,” she muttered. “Stupid legs. Stupid dumbass complex. Like he’s even there. Like I even wanted to see his dumb face.”

Her grip tightened. Her eyes narrowed. And she kept walking, faster this time, like she could outrun the memory of someone who wasn’t even there.

 

1 Month to Go

The clink of chopsticks against ceramic filled the Hado household, quiet but steady. It was a peaceful dinner. Too peaceful.

Nejire sat at the dining table, posture perfect, eyes narrowed at her salmon like it had personally offended her. She wasn't glaring— not quite —but the tension in her shoulders was impossible to miss.

Her face hadn’t changed in weeks. That low-grade scowl. That furrow in her brow that hadn’t relaxed since early winter. She looked like she was perpetually five seconds away from launching someone into a wall. The only thing stopping her from exploding was the fact that her mom was within arm’s reach. And this was a dinner table. And her dad had made the pickled daikon she liked.

Still. It would only take one bad comment to push her off the ledge.

The news murmured from the TV in the background, a soft droning over rice and vegetables.

“—and in other news, Musutafu’s Dagobah Beach continues its surprising transformation. Once a notorious illegal dumping ground, the site has seen an unexpected cleanup effort over the last several months, thanks to what officials call 'two anonymous Good Samaritans’ working day and night—”

Nejire blinked. Looked up.

Just for a second.

Her eyes flicked to the screen. Grainy footage showed a stretch of beach now nearly clear of garbage. A few battered tires still lingered near the rocks, but the sand was clean. Wide. Open.

“Huh,” she muttered, chewing on a mouthful of rice. “Good for the beach, I guess.”

Her mother, seated across from her, smiled softly. “That’s where your father and I had our first kiss, you know.”

Nejire didn’t even look up. “Gross.”

Her mom chuckled. “It was romantic.”

“Still gross,” Nejire repeated, shoveling a piece of salmon into her mouth a little more aggressively than necessary.

Her dad sipped his miso soup with a hum. “It’s nice seeing it cleaned again. It was a mess for years. I wouldn’t’ve even taken you there when you were little.”

Nejire didn’t respond. She just chewed.

Her mother tilted her head, voice syrupy-sweet. “You used to like the beach. Especially when you had someone to drag along.”

That earned a pause.

A beat of silence.

Nejire’s chopsticks hovered midair.

Here it comes.

Her mom smiled innocently. “What happened to that boy you were always bringing over?”

Her dad chimed in, thoughtful. “The polite one with the fluffy hair. You used to say you were picking him up, or dropping him off—he hasn't been around in a while.”

Nejire set her chopsticks down. Not slamming. Just… setting.

Calm. Controlled.

“Midoriya’s training,” she said simply, reaching for her tea. “For the U.A. exam. He asked me to give him space for ten months.”

Her mom gasped, genuinely surprised. “Ten months?”

Nejire took a sip of tea.

“Ten months,” she confirmed. “Said he needed to focus.”

Her mom leaned in slightly, a little too delighted. “ That’s why you’ve been angrier than usual!”

Nejire exhaled through her nose. “I’m not—”

Her mom waved her chopsticks toward her face. “Oh, you are. Like a thundercloud with great hair.”

“I’m not angry because I don’t see him.”

Her mom’s smile widened. “Mmhmm. Of course not.”

“Mom,” Nejire said flatly.

“Denial,” her mother replied, as if it were the day’s weather forecast.

Her dad chuckled quietly into his soup. “Maybe try not to kill the poor boy when you finally see him again.”

Nejire leaned back in her chair, crossed one leg over the other, and sighed. “I’ll try.”

A pause.

Then, muttered into her tea:

“…I’ll try to be gentle. At least.”

 

0 Months to Go

Nejire’s room was quiet except for the rhythmic sound of her breathing.

She moved through her routine with lazy precision—slow, deliberate calisthenics in a tank top and shorts, hair half-tied and sticking to the nape of her neck. Legs flexed, arms outstretched, she held a one-arm plank for thirty seconds longer than necessary, just to see if her frustration could burn itself out through her triceps.

It didn’t.

Her muscles rolled under her skin with each stretch, shoulders tight from more than just tension. The kind of tension that didn’t come from training too hard or sleeping wrong.

The kind that came from waiting.

She rolled to her back, legs bent, one knee tucked in as she exhaled. Her foot tapped against the floor once. Then again. Like a metronome keeping time with the loud, irritated thoughts in her head.

Ten months.

Ten months and still no messages. No “hey, I survived,” no “I’m alive, thanks for letting me suffer in silence,” no dumb green emoji or awkward thumbs-up.

The entrance exam was a week ago.

He should’ve gotten his results by now. He had to have. That’s how UA did it. There was no way a full week passed and he hadn’t heard back. So where was the update?

Nejire growled under her breath as she sat up, brushing sweat from her temple.

Maybe he thought she forgot.

Maybe he didn’t want to bother her. That sounded like him. Thinking he was being polite by not texting her, like she hadn’t spent months mentally dragging him behind her by a leash made of sheer irritation and semi-affection.

Idiot.

Still, her mind drifted.

She had faith in him. She always had. But even faith didn’t cancel out possibility. Maybe UA didn’t take him. Maybe he missed the cut. Maybe he got shoved into General Studies and had to climb up the hard way after the Sports Festival.

It wouldn’t be the end of the world. UA wasn’t stupid—they didn’t waste potential. And Izuku, dumb and reckless as he was, had potential.

Even if he was quirkless.

Even if he—

Her phone rang.

Everything stilled.

The device buzzed on her desk like it was vibrating through her spine, and for a second, she didn’t even breathe. Just turned slowly toward the screen, blinking once as the name lit up in bold letters.

Caller ID: Izuku

She stood up.

Walked over.

Picked it up.

Stared.

Then answered and brought it to her ear in one smooth, quiet motion.

Nothing for a beat.

Then—

“—I— hic —I got in—!”

A sob. That familiar, high-pitched, too-loud voice that always cracked when he got overwhelmed. She could barely understand him, but the message came through between choked words and broken gasps.

He passed.

Izuku Midoriya got into U.A.

Just like that, ten months of quiet madness came to a head.

All the nights she stared at her phone. All the mornings she checked it before her brain even woke up. All the tension that never quite left her shoulders. The habits. The routines. The ghost of his voice in the back of her head. The weight of his absence pressed against her ribs like a seatbelt she couldn’t unbuckle.

And now?

Now he had the audacity to call her crying.

Something in her expression didn’t shift so much as lock into place. Still. Focused. Calm.

Quiet.

Too quiet.

So quiet that Izuku’s voice, still crackling with emotion on the other end, suddenly wavered.

“Nejire? Are—are you still there?”

She didn’t answer right away.

Instead, she walked over to her window.

Pushed it open.

The wind rushed in, brushing her hair back, lifting sweat off her skin.

“Are you in your room?” she asked, voice soft. Controlled.

“…Y-Yeah?” he answered, uncertain.

“Good,” she said.

And with that, she stepped onto the ledge.

Then launched herself into the sky.

 

Izuku blinked at his phone.

“…Good?”

What did she mean, good ?

Before he could spiral too far, there was a knock.

Not at his door.

At his window.

He turned.

And froze.

Standing on the tiny ledge outside, backlit by the moon, was the most terrifying sight he’d ever seen.

A woman. Glowing hair whipping in the wind. Glaring through the glass like a demon summoned from his conscience.

More specifically: Nejire.

Her eyes gleamed in the moonlight, unblinking. She didn’t smile. Didn’t wave. Just stared at him with the calm, dead-eyed intensity of someone who’d just finished burying a body and remembered there was one more left to deal with.

He gulped.

Then—because he valued his window—he opened it.

Nejire stepped inside with the grace of a ghost. Silent. Smooth. Her bare feet hit the floor with the softest sound, and still it echoed like doom in his chest.

She didn’t speak.

Just paced a slow, deliberate half-circle around him.

Predatory.

Measured.

Izuku stood very still.

He was so happy to see her. So happy. It had been ten months . Ten whole months without hearing her voice, without getting dragged to cafes or food stalls or random thrift stores to "get him out of that nerd cave."

But something about her silence made him very aware of his mortality.

“H-Hi,” he tried, voice cracking just slightly. “Um. You look good. It’s, uh… been a while. I, uh—”

He coughed.

“I passed! The entrance exam. I got the letter and everything—there was a hologram and All Might talked to me and it was insane—and my training went well too, I think. My trainer hasn’t really, uh, talked to me since then but I think I did okay—”

She stopped in front of him.

Grabbed his collar.

Pulled.

“Ten months,” she said.

Izuku didn’t get the chance to answer.

He yelped as she shoved him backward, the back of his knees hitting the bed. He toppled with a soft thud, limbs flailing, heart exploding.

She climbed on top of him.

Straddled his hips.

Stared down at him.

Izuku turned scarlet.

He couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Every neuron in his brain fired at once. Her weight on him was solid, warm, terrifying. She wasn’t even doing anything. Just existing above him like some kind of beautiful executioner.

She smiled.

It wasn’t sweet.

It was sweet-adjacent. If sweetness was laced with thinly-veiled murder.

Damn it, he forgot how much he missed that face. That expression. That aura of menace dressed in cotton candy.

“Ten months,” she repeated, brushing her fingers lightly down his chest. “Like I promised.”

He swallowed hard.

“I left you alone. For ten months . I didn’t call. I didn’t check. I didn’t drag you around like a dog or break into your fridge.”

She leaned in. Her hair brushed his cheek. He could practically feel the heat radiating off her skin.

Izuku Midoriya, ” she whispered, “do you have any idea what you put me through?”

He could hear his own heartbeat pounding in his ears. She was so close. Too close. His thoughts were melting into static.

“…No?” he offered, voice cracking like glass.

She tilted her head.

“Yeah. You don’t, do you,” she cooed, sweet as syrup, dangerous as a bomb with a faulty timer.

Tension hung in the air like a storm about to break.

Think, Izuku. Think. Years of emotional prep, hormonal restraint, social observation. What do you do when a girl straddled you and looked like she might kiss you or kill you?

Nothing. He had no idea.

His only experience with girls was: His mom, his aunt and Nejire.

And now one of them was on top of him.

He was so, so screwed.

“L-Listen, I—I’m sorry, I should’ve texted sooner, I just didn’t want to—”

He didn’t finish.

Because she dropped her head onto his shoulder. Buried her face in the curve of his neck. And wrapped her arms around him.

Tight.

Not choking. Not hurting.

Just… holding.

“Dumbass,” she muttered, voice muffled. “I’m happy you passed.”

Izuku blinked. Stiffened.

Then slowly, carefully, like defusing a bomb, he raised one shaky arm and hugged her back.

“…Thanks,” he whispered, cheeks burning.

 

The door creaked open.

Both Nejire and Izuku looked up, heads snapping toward the sound in perfect sync—like cats caught on the kitchen counter.

Inko Midoriya stood in the doorway.

Blinking.

She knew Nejire. Sweet, sweet Nejire. The girl who bandaged Izuku up when he came home looking like he lost a fight with a blender. The girl who called him “dumbass” with a weird amount of affection. The one who dragged him to food courts and brought him back with new shoes and a bandage on his forehead.

But even her warm, motherly heart could not— would not —survive the sight of that sweet girl straddling her son on his bed.

A moment of silence passed.

Then the tears came.

And oh, god, did they come .

Inko’s hands flew to her face. “He grew up so fast—!”

“Mom, it’s not—” Izuku scrambled off the bed like it was on fire, nearly tripping over his blanket burrito in the process. “It’s not what it looks like!!”

Nejire stayed seated for a second longer.

Then sighed, rolled her eyes, and raised a hand in greeting.

“Hi, Inko-san”

Inko sobbed louder.

“She’s so beautiful—!”

Izuku ran to her in a panic, trying to calm her down, flailing like a wet towel. “Please stop crying, I promise it’s not—she didn’t—we’re not—!”

Nejire watched the scene unfold like a tragic opera with too many flutes.

Comical.

Ridiculous.

Warm.

She crossed her arms and leaned back on her hands, watching as Inko alternated between weeping, praising Nejire’s hair, and demanding to know if she’d eaten enough vegetables lately.

Well.

Shit.

She really did miss this nerd.

 

The sky was dark when Nejire floated back into her room, landing lightly on the hardwood floor with a content exhale.

Izuku had to leave—not because of her, for once, but because his mysterious “trainer” had finally remembered he existed and sent a vague “meet me” text.

She didn’t ask for details. Yet.

She sighed and flopped onto her bed, starfishing dramatically across the sheets.

Her muscles didn’t ache. Her shoulders felt lighter. Her chest wasn’t tight like before.

Huh.

That was new.

She stared at the ceiling for a beat, then rolled over, grabbing her phone off the nightstand. A swipe, a tap, and her calendar opened. School was wrapping up soon. Another few weeks and she’d be officially a third year.

And Izuku?

His first day at U.A. was in April.

She smirked to herself.

Well… it’s been a while since we’ve hung out, hasn’t it, nerd?

She tapped open their message thread. The same one she’d stared at for months. The one that hadn’t buzzed since the last dumb selfie.

Until now.

Nejire: Hey. You free tomorrow?

Because of course he was.

He didn’t know it yet.

But she was going to drag his ass across town.

 

Izuku had his back to the wall.

Literally.

His palms were splayed behind him, school bag slipping from one shoulder, eyes wide as Bakugo loomed over him, screaming like someone had just told him All Might was moving to Canada.

“What the hell, Deku?! You think I wouldn’t find out? You think I wouldn’t see the scores?!”

Izuku stammered, pressed to the entrance like a magnet. “T-There were rescue points—!”

“Rescue points don’t make up for being quirkless!” Bakugo shouted, advancing a step.

A couple of his usual goons hovered nearby. Laughing a little. Not interfering.

Izuku shrank further back, his foot bumping the curb. His mouth opened again, but the words didn’t come.

And then—

“Oi”

One word. Flat. Sharp. Carved through the air like a blade.

Everyone turned.

Nejire Hado stood a few paces away, having just rounded the corner. Hair pulled back in a high, slightly windblown ponytail, her school bag dangling off one shoulder, and her UA uniform crisp despite the walk.

She wasn’t smiling.

Eyes narrowed, one brow raised, voice calm—but absolutely dangerous.

“I hope you didn’t forget our deal,” she said, gaze landing directly on Bakugo.

Bakugo stiffened.

His glare shifted from Izuku to her. His mouth curled into something bitter, but he didn’t say anything. He clicked his tongue and scowled. “The nerd’s clean,” he muttered, turning away.

His group lingered for a beat too long—until Nejire’s eyes landed on them.

One glare.

Gone.

Like roaches scattering under a kitchen light.

Izuku let out a sigh of relief—until he realized the second possible threat hadn’t left.

Nejire didn’t say anything.

She just walked straight up to him, eyes narrowing, and started inspecting him like a parent checking a kid for scrapes. Her fingers tugged lightly at his sleeve, brushed at his collar, patted his shoulder like she was checking for invisible bruises.

“U-Uh—what’re you—?”

“The teachers let us off early,” she said flatly, adjusting his collar without asking. “Hold still.”

Her fingers ghosted along his jacket. Then she stepped back slightly, tilted her head.

“Huh.”

Izuku blinked. “Huh?”

“You got taller.”

She sounded genuinely surprised. Her eyes narrowed, assessing him again. Her eyes were level with his chin. He wasn’t all hunched up and shrinking away like usual either. He stood straighter.

Weird.

Well. Annoying.

She wasn’t used to looking up.

And then her gaze dropped. Her eyes narrowed again.

“…Raise your arms.”

“Huh?”

“Just do it.”

“Why—”

Before he could ask again, she tugged his shirt up.

“W-Wait—!!” Izuku squawked as his school uniform bunched, revealing pale skin, a faint sheen of sweat, and—abs. Actual, defined, abs.

“…Well, damn,” Nejire muttered. “You’re shredded.”

Izuku pulled his shirt down in a panic, face completely red. “I-I-It was from training! I’ve been working out a lot—like, a lot! Those ten months were really—intense—”

Nejire just stared.

Her head tilted.

Arms crossed.

“…So you got taller and buff now,” she said. “What’s next? A girlfriend?”

Izuku flushed even deeper. “I-I don’t—I mean—I don’t really talk to girls much. The only one I’ve ever talked to without fainting was… you.”

And just like that—

Flutter.

What the hell?

Something tightened, low in her chest. Not pain. Not even nerves. Just… something warm and sharp and too aware of itself.

She blinked. Touched her chest lightly.

The fuck was that.

She blinked. Her hand drifted absently to her chest, fingers tapping once against her sternum. Like she was checking her own heartbeat.

Weird.

“Are you okay?” Izuku asked, concerned.

She looked at him again. His hair was a mess, his cheeks still glowing pink, and he had the nerve to look genuinely worried about her while standing there like a walking gym ad.

“Yeah,” she said after a second. “Probably nothing.”

Definitely something.

She exhaled and shifted her bag higher on her shoulder.

“You wanna go home first, or we heading out now?”

Izuku blinked again, still trying to reboot his brain. “Oh—I mean, we can go now, if you want.”

“Good,” she said.

Her hand shot out.

Grabbed his wrist.

And just like that, she turned and started walking.

Dragging him behind her like nothing had changed.

Which—technically—nothing had.

Except maybe his wrist felt warmer in her grip than it used to.

And maybe she caught herself glancing over her shoulder.

Whatever.

They’d only gone a block or two when Izuku finally found his voice again.

“S-So… what are we doing, exactly?”

“Karaoke,” Nejire said, like it was obvious.

Izuku stumbled a step. “Eh?!”

She didn’t even look back.

“I can’t sing!” he panicked. “I mean—I can , technically, but it sounds like a dying goat trying to recite a haiku!”

“Good,” she replied flatly. “I need the entertainment.”

Her grip tightened as she dragged him a little faster, ignoring the squawk of protest.

“W-Wait, what about just… I dunno, ramen? Or the mall? Or something with less microphones—”

She turned her head.

Smiled.

Not a smug grin. Not a sarcastic smirk. Not the kind of sharp-edged expression that promised bodily harm.

It was just… a smile.

Simple. Easy. Like she was glad he was here.

“Come on,” she said. “It’ll be fun.”

His heart flipped like it had been personally betrayed by gravity.

“…O-Okay.”

 

The karaoke place wasn’t fancy, but it had private rooms, cheap snacks, and an all-you-can-sing special that Nejire didn’t even hesitate to slap her wallet down for.

Izuku reached for his own. “Ah—wait, I can—”

“No.”

“But I—”

“No.”

“I could at least—”

“No.”

She didn’t even look at him while she paid. Just handed the cashier a crumpled bill and took the receipt like it owed her money.

Izuku opened his mouth again. She hit him with a look that made his soul sit down.

Message received.

Inside the room, she kicked her shoes off, grabbed the mic, and flopped onto the couch like she owned the place.

“Sit,” she ordered.

Izuku sat.

And then it began.

Nejire, as it turned out, could sing.

She wasn’t idol-level, but her voice carried well—light, playful, sharp when it needed to be, soft when it dipped into something slower. She sang with the casual confidence of someone who didn’t care who was listening, just that she liked the sound.

Izuku was stunned.

Then terrified.

Because when the song ended, she passed him the mic.

He stared at it like it was a bomb.

“I… really don’t think this is a good idea.”

“Even better,” she said, stretching with a lazy smirk.

He scanned the machine. Picked something relatively safe. Maybe a soft pop ballad. Something with low notes. Something his voice wouldn’t snap in half trying to climb.

It didn’t matter.

The moment he opened his mouth, the damage was done.

It wasn’t even bad. It was just… Izuku . That kind of off-key earnestness that tried too hard and got lost halfway through. His voice cracked twice, and somewhere in the second chorus, he accidentally stepped on the remote.

Nejire cackled.

She fell over laughing, arms flung across the couch cushions, hand slapping her knee.

Izuku flushed all the way to his ears. “I told you I couldn’t sing!”

“No,” she wheezed, wiping a tear. “You undersold it. That was art.”

“I’m gonna go crawl into a bush.”

“No, you’re gonna sing another one.”

“I—what?!”

“I’m not done laughing yet.”

“But—!”

She was still smiling when he gave in.

And somewhere in the middle of his disastrous second song—watching her laugh like that, her guard down, cheeks flushed, eyes crinkled from real joy—he thought:

Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all.

 

Izuku was scrolling through the karaoke machine again, flipping between songs like any of them would magically erase the trauma of his last performance.

She lounged on the couch, one leg tucked under the other, sipping her soda like this was premium theater. He was still muttering to himself about pitch ranges and vocal keys, like there was any real hope of salvaging his dignity.

She was, frankly, thrilled.

“You’re really doing this again?” she asked, lifting an eyebrow.

He flinched. “I—I think I found a better one. Maybe.”

“Good,” she said, smirking. “I haven’t laughed that hard since Mirio fell off a balance beam during a team-building exercise.”

“I’m glad I could contribute to your joy,” he muttered, eyes glued to the screen.

She tilted her head, watching him.

Still hunched a little when he wasn’t thinking about it. Still the nervous habit of scratching behind his ear. But the way he’d held himself walking over here earlier—straighter, a little more sure-footed—yeah, something had changed.

He started singing again.

It was just as bad.

No—worse, actually. He missed the starting note entirely, tried to chase it mid-verse, and crashed straight into the chorus like a guy trying to ice skate uphill.

And Nejire laughed.

She actually laughed. Open, loud, the kind that came from somewhere real in her chest. It wasn’t even about the bad singing anymore. She just… felt good.

Warm.

Relaxed.

Weird.

Her fingers curled around her cup as she let the sound trail off. Izuku was still doing his best—voice cracking, eyebrows furrowed like he was solving a math problem with his lungs. And all she could do was watch him.

When did this become so easy?

When did he become so easy?

She’d spent months annoyed. Not just at him—but at the silence. At herself. The missing pieces in her day that used to be filled with his voice, his dumb commentary, his ridiculous little rants about obscure heroes no one cared about but him.

And now?

Here he was. In front of her. Singing like a malfunctioning toaster. Sweating. Stuttering. Red-faced and so painfully, authentically himself.

And she wasn’t annoyed.

She wasn’t even teasing anymore.

She was just… here. With him.

And it felt good.

Familiar.

Safe, in a way she didn’t let herself think about too hard.

She blinked, leaned back a little, and let her head rest against the cushion. Her foot brushed his leg and she didn’t bother moving it.

He finished with a dramatic exhale and a sheepish glance her way. “That was better, right?”

She stared at him for a beat.

Then said flatly, “No.”

He groaned and collapsed onto the couch next to her, hiding his face behind the mic.

 

An hour later, they emerged into the evening air like they’d just survived a small war.

Izuku was red in the face—somewhere between embarrassment and heat stroke—his hair mildly frizzed from all the stress-singing. Nejire, on the other hand, looked smug as hell, practically skipping down the sidewalk with a bounce in her step and a very self-satisfied smile tugging at her lips.

“That was probably the most I’ve ever sung in my entire life,” Izuku muttered, dragging his feet beside her. “I think I hit notes that aren’t even legal. I’m gonna have to lock that memory in a vault and yeet the key into orbit.”

Nejire nudged his side lightly with her elbow. “Relax, you weren’t that bad.”

He looked at her, surprised. “Really?”

She grinned wider. “Sure. I mean, you could probably kill someone if you hit the wrong note in a closed room—”

“Ah—”

“—but you nailed the English ones. Who knew you had an accent hidden under all that muttering?”

Izuku buried his face in his hands. “Please stop talking.”

“Nope.”

They walked a few more steps like that—him groaning into the void, her practically glowing with amusement.

Then, casually, like she was asking about the weather, Nejire said, “What’s next?”

“Huh?”

“I’m still buying,” she said with a shrug. “What d’you want?”

Izuku blinked. “Wait—you’re still—? Nejire, you don’t have to pay for everything—”

“Dumbass,” she said, reaching over and ruffling his hair with one hand like he was some stubborn golden retriever. “It’s called a congratulations. You passed. I’m allowed to spoil my dumbass stray for a day.”

He flushed again, that same dangerous pink flooding across his face like a betrayal. “I-I mean… If it’s okay then…”

She raised an eyebrow.

“I could go for some katsudon.”

Nejire deadpanned. “Seriously? That’s it? You’re that predictable?”

He scratched the back of his neck, sheepish. “It’s comforting!”

“Yeah, yeah.” She rolled her eyes and grabbed his wrist again like she hadn’t stopped all day. “Come on. I know a place that doesn’t drown it in sauce like a war crime.”

They turned the corner together.

Three silhouettes watched from the shadows like wildlife photographers at the edge of a nature preserve.

Mirio, phone in hand, was already grinning like a man on a mission. “I knew she was smiling. I knew it. Look at that. That’s a smile. That’s the smile of a girl who just kidnapped a boyfriend.”

Tamaki looked like he was seconds from a heart attack. “We didn’t see anything. We saw nothing. I’m deleting this moment from my mind. We take it to the grave. The grave, Mirio.”

Mirio zoomed in. “She’s even letting him pick the food. That’s love.”

“Death,” Tamaki hissed. “This is what death looks like.”

Yuyu, chewing on her thumbnail, didn’t even blink. “Since when does Nejire smile like that?”

“She never smiles like that,” Mirio whispered reverently. “This is history.”

Tamaki whimpered. “Please don’t show her the picture.”

Mirio didn’t answer.

But his thumb hovered dangerously close to send to group chat.

 

The city lights hummed low, the pavement still warm beneath their feet as they walked side by side, the buzz of dinner fading behind them.

Nejire stretched her arms over her head, her other hand still loosely holding the strap of her bag. “So,” she said, glancing sideways, “got your fill? Thought you were gonna pass out after the third bowl.”

Izuku scratched the back of his head, sheepish. “Eheh, yeah… I was, uh… very full. But I’m good now!”

She smirked. “You better be. That bill could’ve fed a small army.”

He smiled at her. “Still, thank you. For the dinner. And… you know. Everything. It was… nice.”

Nejire raised an eyebrow. “ Nice? That’s it?”

He blinked. “W-What?”

She pulled a dramatic hand to her chest. “Gracious me. Nice? After everything I’ve done? I only get nice ?”

Izuku immediately panicked. “N-No! I didn’t mean it like that! It was—! It was spectacular! Amazing! Incredible! Possibly the best meal I’ve had in months! And the company was—uh—!”

She watched him spiral for a few seconds with that lazy half-smile curling her lips. Then— flick.

“Relax, nerd,” she said, flicking his forehead lightly. “I get it. Just be glad I’m so generous to you.”

He rubbed the spot, grinning now. “I am glad. Really.”

They walked a few more steps before he spoke again, voice softer this time.

“Ever since I met you… things have been better. I mean—way better. I wasn’t cooped up in my room anymore, I started training, I—I stopped feeling like I was just waiting for something to change.”

He glanced at her.

“And most importantly… I got a friend.”

She blinked.

He smiled at her—wide, warm, honest.

“I’m really glad you took care of me this whole time.”

The words shouldn’t have landed the way they did.

But they did.

And without thinking, without any guard or filter, she smiled back and said—

“Of course I would. You’re mine, after all.”

“Huh?”

Izuku stopped walking.

Nejire took three steps before it hit her.

Her brain reeled.

The fuck?

She turned halfway, eyes widening a fraction as if her mouth had betrayed her before she could yank the leash.

She cleared her throat. “Responsibility,” she said quickly, waving a hand. “You’re my responsibility. You would’ve collapsed if I left you alone a year ago. Someone had to keep you alive.”

Izuku blinked… then chuckled. “Yeah… you did patch me up a lot.”

She nodded, lips quirking into a satisfied smirk.

There. Covered. All good.

Except…

There was a weird ache in her chest.

Like the words didn’t quite sit right.

She turned back toward the street, hair fluttering slightly in the breeze, voice just barely above a murmur.

“…You’re lucky I’m so responsible.”

They kept walking.

But for the first time in a long time, Nejire felt a little off balance.

And she couldn’t stop thinking about how easily that line came out.

You’re mine.

Notes:

And that's a wrap!

Fun fact. As I took breaks writing this I watched listened to Epic : The Musical and watched the animatics. It got me inspired and I wrote something.

I think that will be next chapter, it just needs more refinements. But yeah. Stay safe you guys. See you in the next chapter.

Chapter 57: The Mortal Who Loved Gods: Returnbound

Summary:

Izuku’s last breakup ended like all the others—with quiet regret, and someone telling him he was too much. Too caring. Too intense. Too everything.

They meant well. But they never knew what it meant to be loved like a god.
Literally.

And somewhere on Olympus, they still remember.
Aphrodite. Athena. Circe. The Sirens. Even Artemis.
They had him once.
And now, he's willing again.

Notes:

And here is another fic due to me watching/listening to the musical. Now I do have to put a quick disclaimer here.

This is a fictional story inspired by Greek mythology, reimagined for fun, romance, and chaotic storytelling. While Epic the Musical first sparked my interest in writing something with these mythological figures, this fic is not based on or directly tied to the musical.

The gods and characters here are my own interpretations, created for narrative purposes. I don’t claim accuracy or expertise, and this story is not meant to replace, diminish, or mock the original myths or the cultures they come from.

Thanks for reading—and welcome to the chaos.

And with that I hope you enjoy

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

"Let's break up."

The words dropped into the room like a wet towel slapping tile.

She was a mess—makeup streaked, hair knotted, sheet clutched like it could protect her from post-orgasm epiphanies. Her chest rose and fell, not from exertion anymore, but the slow realization that she'd just survived a category-five Izuku Midoriya event.

Izuku blinked. Still catching his breath. Chest slick with sweat. His hand was halfway to her hip again before it stopped, mid-hover.

 "...Okay."

He said it so gently, she almost cried.

"Seriously," she whispered, eyes fluttering closed. "You're amazing. Too amazing. That's the problem."

He leaned in, brushing her temple with his lips. “I could’ve made breakfast after you rested this time.”

“You made breakfast during last time,” she groaned, burying her face in the pillow. “You were still inside me, Izuku. I blacked out and woke up holding a pancake. Who does that?”

He scratched the back of his neck sheepishly, clearly trying to figure out if that was a complaint or a compliment. “It was protein-packed…”

She rolled to face him, eyes heavy with affection and tragic resignation. “You gave my dog his own gym membership.”

“He seemed enthusiastic.”

“You named his routine. ‘Bark Gains.’”

Izuku’s only defense was a quiet smile and the tiniest shrug.

She reached up, cupped his cheek like she was memorizing the shape of him for the last time. “You were supposed to be a fling. I was supposed to walk away smug and sore. Not emotionally wrecked.”

Izuku frowned, genuine concern peeking through. “I really didn’t mean to wreck you.”

“You read my poetry, Izuku. You cried and critiqued the stanza breaks.”

He let out a sheepish breath, flopping onto his back. “...That I do remember.”

Silence stretched between them for a moment, the kind that made parting feel heavier than it should.

“Izuku,” she said quietly, “you’re not just boyfriend material. You’re mythological. Like, you should be dating... I don’t know. A goddess or something.”

She meant it as a joke. But his gaze drifted upward.

The ceiling fan spun slow, lazy circles above them. The sweat cooled on his skin.

A goddess, huh?

His mouth quirked faintly.

That... wasn’t as outlandish as it used to be.

 

Aphrodite slammed her goblet down hard enough to send a ripple through the divine wine.

"That's it. "

The other minor goddesses in the chamber froze mid-conversation. The music stuttered. A few doves scattered.

Aphrodite stood with fire in her eyes, the silk of her gown barely catching up with the rest of her as she turned, heels clicking sharply across the marble floor. Her beauty, as always, was radiant—untouchable. But her mood? Absolutely feral.

"No more watching," she hissed, gathering her hair like a war veil. "No more waiting for mortal women to realize they’re not built for him.”

She grabbed a fruit off a tray, crushed it absently in one hand, and licked the juice from her wrist.

“The next woman who breaks his heart is getting hexed. I swear it.”

One of the naiads opened her mouth to speak—then thought better of it.

“He’s been tossed aside five times. And for what? For being loving? Attentive? Enthusiastic in bed?!” She shot her arms up. “That’s not a red flag, that’s a prayer answered!”

She whirled around toward the exit, her gown flaring dramatically. The light from the torches practically bent toward her anger. “This ends today.”

“Where are you going?” asked a hesitant nymph.

“To talk some damn sense into a certain goddess,” Aphrodite snapped, storming out without another word. “If Athena thinks I’m going to sit back and watch mortals waste him again—”

The doors slammed shut behind her, rattling the pillars.

Aphrodite didn’t wait to be announced. She strode into Athena’s chambers with fire in her hips, a silken storm wrapped in gold and fury. Her heels struck the stone with purpose, her scent—rose, sandalwood, sex—filling the air like a divine warning.

“Athena!” she snapped, arms thrown wide. “It’s the fifth one. The fifth, Athena. Another breakup. Another woman tossing him aside like he’s just some overzealous bedwarmer!”

Across the polished room, Athena didn’t look up immediately. She sat at her desk, pen moving fluidly over parchment—calculations, strategy maps, some chart of mortal conflict she’d no doubt optimized before breakfast.

She sighed, still writing. “You shouldn’t be watching his life anymore. We agreed to let go. That includes surveillance.”

“Oh, please.” Aphrodite’s eyes flicked upward—toward the bronze armillary sphere levitating beside Athena’s writing table, faintly glowing with celestial runes. “And you’re just checking up on global tectonic shifts, are you?”

Athena’s gaze didn’t waver. “His apartment lies near a fault line. It’s prudent to monitor potential disaster zones.”

“Right,” Aphrodite drawled, lips curving into something too sweet to be sincere. “Especially the kind that sleeps shirtless in loose gray sweats and still hums when he brushes his teeth. Truly a seismic threat.”

Athena’s eyes narrowed, but her tone remained level. “Unlike you, I have responsibilities beyond romantic voyeurism.”

“Oh don’t you dare.” Aphrodite crossed the room in two graceful strides, the gold at her hips catching the firelight. “Don’t start with your ‘above it all’ act, not with me. We both know you still love him.”

Athena finally looked up. Cool gray eyes. Calm expression. But something tight pulled at the corners of her mouth. “That may be,” she said slowly, “but we had an agreement. We broke up. We moved on.”

A beat.

Aphrodite tilted her head. Her voice softened—not gentler, but more pointed. “That’s it? Nothing?” She leaned against the edge of the desk, arching a brow. “First and last man to take your virginity, and it was just a passing phase?”

Athena’s hand stilled over her parchment. The air cooled a degree.

“Oh, don’t be so scandalized,” Aphrodite went on, nails tapping the wood idly. “It’s not like it’s a secret. You think I couldn’t tell when you showed up to war councils glowing like the moon? When you started wearing perfume, of all things? Don’t insult my intelligence.”

Silence. Not denial.

With a snap of her fingers, shimmering illusions flickered to life in the air between them—half-formed memories Aphrodite plucked from her own divine senses, fragments she’d always known existed just outside her sphere.

Izuku and Athena sparring in a sunlit field, blades flashing, neither holding back.

Izuku asleep on Athena’s lap beneath an olive tree, her fingers absentmindedly carding through his hair.

Their bodies intertwined in candlelight, neither speaking, just breathing—together, steady, whole.

Aphrodite tilted her head, voice softening further, wrapping its way into the cracks of Athena’s armor. “You don’t have to pretend with me. I know. You think I don’t remember who suggested the agreement? Who insisted you both should part before you got ‘too attached’?”

Athena rose.

Not abruptly. Not dramatically. But with the kind of calm that made it clear the storm had merely shifted forms.

Her expression was passive. Her movements measured. But the parchment on the desk trembled slightly beneath her hand.

“What are you getting at?” she asked, voice flat. Controlled. But not cold.

Aphrodite stepped closer, close enough for their contrasting auras to spark faintly where they overlapped. Discipline and desire. Logic and longing. Opposites, always circling.

“What I’m getting at,” she said, each word dipped in honey and heat, “is that this little noble act of yours? This charade where you keep pretending he was just a mortal boy and you were just passing through?”

She leaned in, smile razor-sharp.

“Yeah. That’s not gonna work, honey.”

Athena tsked, as if that could shake the ache Aphrodite was poking at. She crossed her arms, the lines of her white robes crisp and untouched by the rising storm in her chest.

“We had an agreement,” she said coolly. “An understanding. He was mortal. He is mortal. He’ll die like any other man.”

Her gaze flicked to the far wall, to nothing in particular. “It was foolish to fall. Foolish to think it could continue.”

“And yet,” Aphrodite said softly, “we still fell.”

Athena didn’t answer.

She turned, walking slowly toward her desk again—toward control, structure, the illusion of stability.

“God-business had nothing to do with him,” she said. “Our lives are…complicated enough. There was no reason to bring him into it further.”

Aphrodite folded her arms, her tone turning wistful and just a little bitter. “We broke up because we wanted to give him a normal life. I remember.”

Athena let out a long breath through her nose, weariness threading through her otherwise composed voice. “Then if you remember… why are you here?”

Aphrodite scoffed. “Because it’s bullshit.”

Athena gave her a look—mildly offended, vaguely scandalized—but Aphrodite rolled right through it, waving one manicured hand in the air.

“Come on, don’t give me that look. We left him alone, right? Wiped our hands, cut the ties, gave him his precious mortal peace.” Her eyes narrowed. “And what did that actually do?”

Athena said nothing.

Aphrodite leaned against the desk again, this time with more heat behind her words.

“Five failed girlfriends. Five , Athena. All of them heartbroken and haunted because they wanted to love him, and couldn’t handle the way he loved back. Goddesses—immortal goddesses—who still ache for him years later. Sirens singing about a man they met, echoing songs of a love they only heard from his lips. A sea monster that carves his face into stone just to remember him.”

Athena’s fingers twitched slightly.

“Oh, and let’s not forget,” Aphrodite added with a wicked grin, “a virgin huntress who whispers his name into the dark every night. Hera and Poseidon’s daughters still won’t shut up about him at meetings.”

“Enough,” Athena muttered, turning her face away.

“Why?” Aphrodite pressed. “Because you can’t rationalize it? Because it doesn’t fit ?”

Athena stared at a stack of scrolls, at a half-finished sketch of a warfront, and said nothing.

Aphrodite’s voice lowered, more serious now, almost gentle. “Look at me.”

Athena hesitated.

“Look,” Aphrodite repeated, reaching out to spin the floating armillary. The surface shimmered and shifted until it displayed a modest apartment—dim, quiet. A man lay on his back on a creaking bed, eyes open, lips parted as if caught mid-thought.

Izuku Midoriya. Staring at the ceiling.

Not speaking. Just… remembering.

“See it?” Aphrodite whispered. “That look? That ache? That’s not just nostalgia. That’s longing. He misses us, Athena.”

Athena closed her eyes, something flickering behind the lids. But she held the line.

“It’s reckless,” she said, quieter than before. “It could… complicate things. There are boundaries. Rules.”

“Rules,” Aphrodite echoed with a sharp laugh. “Whatever that line was, it vanished the moment you kissed him and offered up your heart. You think love follows the rules? You think it cares about godly order or mortal fragility?”

Athena said nothing.

“Love is stupid,” Aphrodite said, voice wrapping around the silence like silk and fire. “It’s complicated. It’s messy. And sometimes—yeah—it hurts.”

She looked at Athena squarely, unflinching.

“But if there’s even a flicker left, even a spark , then the only thing that matters… is finding a reason to keep going.”

Athena stared at her, silent.

Aphrodite’s words echoed in the chamber, dissipating into the still air. The torches flickered along the marble columns, their flames dancing like they were eavesdropping. Athena’s hands remained still at her sides, but something behind her eyes shifted—just slightly. She was quiet, calculating. Always calculating.

She looked at Aphrodite as if waiting for the absurdity of the statement to sink in.

It didn’t.

Her gaze drifted to the device once more, the one resting atop her stone desk reflecting the image of Izuku sleeping beneath a soft light. One arm flung over his face, brow gently furrowed even in rest. That familiar restlessness. The same one he used to have when she was away too long.

Athena sighed. A long, resigned one. She hated this.

She hated how right Aphrodite sounded.

Aphrodite grinned. “Don’t look so annoyed, dear. It’s love. I happen to be very good at it.”

Athena let out a short, humorless chuckle, low and dry. “Yes. That’s what concerns me.”

She folded her arms, leaning back slightly against her desk, eyes still on the image. “The break-up… it was the correct decision. Practical. Logical. He’s mortal. We're not. There were every number of reasons to end it.”

Aphrodite tilted her head, all mock sweetness. “But…?”

Athena closed her eyes briefly. She didn’t like the word. It implied weakness. Emotion. She breathed through her nose and opened them again.

“But it wasn’t the right decision,” she admitted, her voice quiet but firm.

A pause.

Aphrodite’s smile widened, hand theatrically placed over her heart. “Oh! Be still, my heart. The Goddess of Wisdom admits a mistake?”

Athena rolled her eyes. “I’m allowed to be wrong. I simply make a point not to repeat it.”

Aphrodite laughed, delighted. “See, you’re growing already.”

Athena ignored the barb and returned to the armillary. Izuku had shifted slightly in his sleep, one hand resting over his chest now. The sight of him—still so human, still so soft, still somehow strong in ways that had nothing to do with muscle—brought something to her throat. Not quite a lump. Not quite sorrow. Just… weight.

Aphrodite watched her, more gently now. “And him?” she asked softly. “Was he the mistake?”

Athena shook her head once. “Loving him wasn’t the mistake.”

She swallowed, choosing her words with the care of a thousand years behind her.

“Convincing myself that letting him go was the wise thing to do… that was.”

Aphrodite raised a brow, letting the words linger in the air like incense. “Well. Look who’s finally ready to get her man back.”

Athena gave her a flat look. “It’s not a matter of ‘getting him back.’ It’s a matter of whether he still wants me.”

Aphrodite scoffed, flicking her hair over her shoulder. “Oh, honey. Trust me.”

She leaned on the desk, chin resting in her palm as her eyes sparkled with something half smug, half sincere.

“He craves us.”

Athena didn't answer. But her fingers, just barely, brushed the edge of the orb.

 

The apartment was quiet when Izuku came home.

His friends had done their best. Kacchan, in his own, shouty, emotionally stunted way. Mina had brought ice cream and wine, and Tooru said something about stalking, which might’ve been a joke—or maybe not. Everyone had been supportive.

Fifth breakup in five years.

He didn’t even feel angry about it. Not really. Just... tired. Disappointed. A little dull around the edges.

He changed into comfortable clothes, heated up last night’s stew, and leaned against the counter. His eyes drifted, not really thinking, not really seeing—until they landed on the top of the fridge.

A cheap, chipped mug sat there. White with a faded All Might logo, crammed full of old pens and permanent markers he never used.

But one of them—one slender, unassuming pen—stood out.

He pushed off the counter. Reached for it.

The moment his fingers closed around it, a quiet stillness settled over the room. Something reverent.

He brought the pen down, holding it in both hands. For a second, he hesitated.

Then— click.

A whisper of movement. The soft, impossible sound of divine metal rearranging itself.

The pen extended, unfolding and stretching in his grasp until it became a full-length spear—long, slender, silver-edged and glowing faintly in the low kitchen light. The shaft was etched with patterns he’d never been able to translate, only memorize. The balance in his hand was familiar. Perfect.

His thumb brushed the side. A smile ghosted across his face.

He cleaned it every week. Oiled the joints. Polished the blade. Sometimes he trained with it just to stay sharp.

It was the only thing he had left from… her.

From the woman who had given it to him.

A stew bubble popped behind him. He didn’t move.

"Your stew’s going to get burned, you know."

His head whipped around.

And there—standing casually by the stove like she belonged there—was Athena.

She was exactly how he remembered her. Maybe a little more radiant. A little more… present.

Tall. Six feet, maybe more. Broad-shouldered and lean-muscled—not bulky, but defined. She looked like she could throw a spear straight through a mountain and then lecture you on Socratic ethics right after. Her eyes glowed with a low, steady white light, and her hair was short—elegant and unfussy.

And she was in his kitchen. Turning off the burner like this was completely normal.

“Athena,” he said, or tried to say.

Nothing came out.

She turned to him, a smile playing faintly at the corner of her mouth. She stepped closer and reached for the spear still hanging limply in his hand. He let her take it.

She examined it slowly, reverently. Her fingers passed over the worn grip, the etchings, the small nick near the top he’d never gotten rid of.

“You’ve been taking care of it,” she said, voice quiet.

Izuku still hadn’t moved. He wasn’t sure he remembered how.

She glanced back at him, just a flicker of amusement in her glowing eyes. “Izuku.”

He blinked. “I… wha—”

“I came all the way from Greece,” she said, smiling a little more now, “and I don’t even get a hello?”

There was a long pause.

Then—

“…Hi,” he managed, voice small, stunned.

Her smile softened. She turned the spear in her hand and pressed the hidden mechanism near the base. It collapsed with a metallic sigh back into pen form. She set it gently on the counter beside him.

She turned fully to face him, arms folding across her chest. “You have questions.”

He stared at her.

“Yeah…”

They sat on opposite ends of the couch, angled just slightly toward each other. The TV was off. The lights were warm and dim. The air between them felt heavier than it had any right to be.

Izuku rubbed the back of his neck.

“So…” he started, the word dragging a little longer than it needed to. “Any chance you feel like explaining why my ex—who I just happened to be thinking about earlier—is now, very suddenly, sitting in my living room?”

Athena leaned back slightly, arms resting on the couch behind her, expression unreadable.

There was a pause.

Then—

“Do you still love me?”

Izuku blinked.

Once.

Twice.

“…You’re just gonna open with that, huh?”

Athena gave a small laugh—low, calm, and just a little smug. “It’s stupid to linger on something like that. Might as well be direct.”

Izuku sighed.

But he smiled, too.

“Yeah. That’s definitely you.”

He looked down at his hands, then at the floor. His heart beat a little faster, but not in a panicked way. More like… returning to something familiar. Something he’d spent years pretending not to miss.

Did he still love her?

Five exes. Five gentle breakups. All of them kind. All of them well-meaning. And all five telling him, in different ways, that he was too much .

Too intense. Too busy. Too thoughtful. Too distracted. Too him.

None of them meant to hurt him. And he hadn’t meant to hurt them either. But he’d always found himself comparing—quietly, unfairly—without realizing until it was too late.

Comparing them to her. To them.

Late night cuddles that felt more like being protected than held. Being tackled and kissed before he could open the door. The chaotic, borderline violent affection. The possessiveness that somehow felt more like devotion. Aggressive love that said “fuck me” but also said “please stay.”

He used to joke about how he was always the little spoon, always smothered between them. And they used to tease him for pretending he didn’t like it.

He never did stop loving them.

“…Yeah,” he said quietly, looking at her. “I do.”

Athena didn’t look surprised.

She just smiled.

“I had a feeling.”

Izuku cocked a brow. “Aphrodite?”

Athena nodded. “She pushed the idea, said the agreement is stupid and we should go back together considering your 5th girlfriend broke up with you.”

“Wait—so you two were… what, spying on me?”

There was a flicker of amusement in his voice, but the edge was there too.

“Surveillance,” Athena corrected smoothly. “And occasional observation. You looked… lonely. Stretched thin. Not unhappy. But not happy either.”

Izuku gave a dry laugh. “Yeah, well. You try going on dates and not thinking about your last girlfriend being the actual goddess of wisdom and war.”

Athena tilted her head. “It’s hard to find someone who compares to divine beings. You weren’t wrong for trying. We all wanted you to.”

Izuku looked at her, really looked at her, then leaned forward slightly.

“So… what is this, then? You want to get back together?”

Athena didn’t hesitate. “If you want it. We could. We haven’t talked to the others though.”

“The others?”

Athena smiled. “Only Aphrodite knows I’m here, the others don’t know that we’re planning to get together again.” She smiled knowingly “But if memory serves right they would be very happy you’re available again”

Izuku swallowed. The edges of something warm and aching curled in his chest. Slowly, hesitantly, he reached out.

She didn’t move as he took her hands. Strong. Steady. Familiar.

“It might be selfish,” he said softly, “but yeah. I want it. I want you. I want to be together again.”

He glanced up.

“You?”

Athena’s fingers tightened gently around his. She lifted his hand to her lips and pressed a kiss to the back of it—slow, deliberate, reverent.

“Izuku,” she said, her voice lower now, barely more than a whisper, “there hasn’t been a single day I didn’t wish we could be together again.”

 

Their mouths collided like they were chasing something they’d both lost.

Izuku’s back hit the mattress hard, but his hands were already tugging at Athena’s blouse like it owed him answers. Athena straddled him, hair wild, eyes glowing faintly like starlight pressed into flesh. She could’ve snapped her fingers and undone every button, conjured silk ropes or golden oils—but this, the unspoken urgency of skin and breath, was better.

He liked unwrapping her. She liked being unwrapped.

“You’ve gotten stronger,” she murmured between kisses, her lips trailing down his neck, warm and sure.

“You say that like it’s a surprise,” he muttered, his fingers slipping beneath the hem of her skirt.

And then—subtle, but certain—something under his skin shimmered. A quiet warmth, low and buried, just beneath his ribs. It pulsed once, then again, faint as breath on glass.

The Aegisyne was stirring.

Not a curse. Not quite a blessing. Just an old, divine lock—woven into flesh, etched into his soul by the gods who thought he’d need protecting from the very love he’d once been drowning in. Designed to keep him apart from them—and them apart from him.

No paths would lead to him. No roads, no currents, no wings. Not unless the Aegisyne was broken.

Athena had never been bound by it. She had been its keeper, the one trusted to hold the reins when longing threatened to become madness. She could come and go. The others... could not.

The warmth spread gently, as if one of the runes sleeping beneath his skin had begun to stir—called awake by her hands, her mouth, her closeness.

He didn’t speak. Neither did she.

They both knew what it meant.

But for now, she kissed him again, and he kissed back—like five years hadn't passed.

Like nothing had ever been sealed away.

A golden rune burned softly behind Izuku’s back. A symbol—two intertwined figures cradled in love.

It cracked.

 

MOUNT OLYMPUS – APHRODITE’S ROOM

Aphrodite blinked.

Then gasped.

A heat bloomed in her core like a flare going supernova.

“Oh HELL YES.”

She stumbled backward, already untying her robe, fumbling for the viewing mirror. “She actually did it.”

The magic surged through her, not pain— pleasure . Pure, divine pleasure. Like her favorite lover had just whispered I remember you between her legs.

She moaned.

“Fuck, I am NOT missing this.”

 

Athena gasped into his mouth as his fingers pressed into her, slow and searching. Her thighs tightened around his shoulders.

Izuku didn’t stop. Just looked up at her like he was worshipping a memory made real.

Another rune pulsed behind him. A golden moon inside a spiral of herbs and beasts.

It shattered.

 

CIRCE’S ISLAND

Circe stirred her cauldron with one hand, humming.

Then froze.

A presence wrapped around her from behind, arms warm, scent painfully familiar.

Her ladle dropped.

She closed her eyes. The illusion faded. No one was there.

But the bond was.

She packed in silence. The meal was left unfinished.

 

He was inside her now.

Their bodies moved in rhythm—familiar but frantic. Not rushed, just years overdue.

Athena held his face as they moved together. “You never stopped thinking of us, did you?”

Izuku shook his head. “Not once.”

Another rune broke—a set of seven swirling lines, echoing songwaves and feathers.

 

SOMEWHERE IN A ROCKY ISLAND – THE SIRENS

The sirens were mid-song, voices haunting, telling the story of the one who left.

And then—voices cracked. Breath caught.

A memory slammed into them.

Kisses. Praise. Fingers carding through hair.

Love. Real, raw love.

One dove into the ocean, eyes wide with panic and joy.

The other screamed into the wind and launched upward, wings tearing through stormclouds, heading for the mainland like a spear of sound.

 

Athena kissed him hard, deep, like she was dragging every piece of his soul back where it belonged.

He groaned into her mouth, clutching her hips like he’d drown if he let go.

Another rune cracked—a woman with a dog’s head looming from the water, surrounded by serpents.

 

SCYLLA’S CAVE

Scylla traced a carving—Izuku’s face beside hers on stone.

Then her body tensed.

A chill ran through her serpents, who hissed and curled, agitated.

But what she felt wasn’t fear. It was… release.

She swam to the mouth of the cave, looking out over the ocean.

Nothing there.

But her heart pounded.

She could feel him again.

And this time, maybe…

He could have her again.

 

They were close now. Athena whispered soft encouragement in his ear.

Not commands. Not orders.

Just permission.

Izuku held her tighter, forehead pressed to hers. “I missed this. I missed you .”

Another rune shattered—two regal figures and a thunderbolt crossed out.

 

MOUNT OLYMPUS – HERA’S CHAMBERS

Hera lay in bed beside Zeus, staring at the ceiling in bored detachment.

Then heat bloomed low in her belly, and she sat up so fast the bed jolted.

Zeus startled.

“Oh hell yes,” she grinned.

Zeus flopped back onto the pillow, groaning. “Thank the Fates. If I had to hear one more ‘Izuku was always so tender’—”

She was already gone.

 

They moved with a desperation that didn’t ask for words—just breathing, and sound, and heat. The room was filled with the rhythm of skin and whispered names, promises too ancient for any language but still spoken all the same.

Athena arched beneath him, her nails biting into his back, voice low and commanding through gritted teeth. “Don’t you dare stop. Don’t slow down. Give me everything.”

Izuku only grunted, obeying her with all the reverence and chaos she stirred in him.

He didn’t think. He couldn’t. All he could do was move, and give, and lose himself to her.

And then—a rune.

It lit across his shoulder in a silent, burning white. Pure. Unyielding. And then—

It broke.

 

ELSEWHERE

In the deepest stretch of forest, where the wild had never been tamed, Artemis exhaled as she pulled her bowstring taut.

She had been mid-hunt—silent, focused, one eye narrowed on her prey. The string drew back to her cheek. One breath. Two.

And then—

She missed.

Not because her aim faltered.

But because the moment she loosed the arrow, a sensation bloomed on her shoulder like a whisper: a kiss. Soft, lingering, and full of love.

She froze.

Her hand went to the mark on her shoulder, fingers brushing the faint warmth left behind.

There was no one there. No footsteps. No scent. No mortal or god.

But she knew.

He was back.

The boy who had knelt before her without desire in his eyes, who treated her divinity with sacred respect—not lust or conquest.

The only one she ever thought might be able to love her without trying to possess her.

He was willing to love again.

He could be hers.

 

Athena’s legs trembled around him, her breath shivering with each thrust.

“Harder—Izuku—don’t you dare falter now—”

He didn’t. He couldn’t. His whole body moved on instinct, driven by her voice, her will, and the feeling of everything crashing in at once.

And as they reached the edge together

As her body locked with his

As her fingers gripped him like she could carve her name into his soul

More runes sparked to life across his skin.

One by one.

Soft blues, sea-gold greens. Gentle and roaring and ancient like waves striking cliffs.

Then—they broke.

 

UNDERWATER PALACE – POSEIDON

Poseidon reclined lazily in his coral throne, wine glass balanced between two fingers, eyes half-closed as the currents around him flowed in their usual lazy spirals.

And then he felt it.

Not the seaquake kind of shift. Not a godly summons.

But the waves themselves moved differently. They curled warmer. Sighed louder. Crashed like lovers whispering secrets between each breath.

The god of the sea groaned.

“Ah, shit.”

He sat up straighter, the water shivering around his trident.

“That kind of wave…”

He didn’t need a vision. He didn’t need a priest or a whisper of prophecy.

He knew.

That man…

That mortal who had already bewitched his daughters once…

Was willing.

He was ready to accept them.

Poseidon dragged a hand down his face and muttered into the seafoam.

“Just please—please don’t let them drown Japan.”

A long sigh.

“And for the love of Olympus, don’t let them break the God Realm’s laws just to get laid.”

 

They came together, not in a blaze of fireworks—but a warmth.

A low hum that wrapped around them like divine silk.

Athena’s head rested on his chest.

Their bodies were tangled. Their breaths uneven.

But everything was quiet now.

Unsealed.

Izuku blinked at the ceiling.

“…They’re coming, aren’t they?”

Athena chuckled. “You really think they wouldn’t?”

He smiled.

“…I hope they do.”

 

Sunlight poured through the curtains like it had no concept of privacy.

Athena blinked at it once. It didn’t go away. Rude.

She was flat on her back, barely a pillow under her head, and a whole grown man—technically Hero No. 1—was very much asleep on her chest like a heat-seeking blanket. Izuku had one arm looped around her waist, drooling with both confidence and zero shame.

Athena sighed. She brushed his hair back from his forehead, fingers idly catching in the little knots that had somehow survived their very thorough reunion last night.

His hair was still fluffy. Shorter, sure, but still disobedient in that endearing, slightly "I wrestle god-tier villains before breakfast" way.

She looked down at him, and—yeah. This was real.

Five years.

She hadn’t come back because she was lonely. Obviously not. Definitely didn’t spend one (or six) nights reminiscing with a wine glass and dramatic owl-themed pajamas.

She also hadn’t returned because Aphrodite barged into her strategy meeting like a scandalized soap opera aunt and said, "Are we seriously letting your thighs go to waste over a man who CRIED when he gave you coffee?"

That wasn’t it either.

And it definitely wasn’t because she had a mild, barely-noticeable mortal ache that whispered his name every time someone said “green.”

No.

She had come back because—despite her better judgment, centuries of wisdom, and a professional dislike of emotional chaos—she had chosen him.

Ugh. Mortals and their faces.

Her fingers drifted lower, brushing behind his ear. Izuku shifted a little, scrunching his nose, but didn’t wake. His hold on her tightened slightly, like even in sleep he had the gall to cuddle her more .

She should’ve been annoyed.

She wasn't.

He let out a quiet snore and mumbled something about “pasta.” She was hoping it was about dinner, but statistically speaking, it could’ve been a weird dream. Man once fought a hydra in his sleep by accident.

“You’re staring,” he muttered, eyes still closed.

“I am,” she said.

He cracked one eye open. “Are you judging me?”

“You’re drooling on me.”

He blinked. Wiped his mouth. “Could’ve just said no.”

“I could’ve,” she agreed sweetly.

He groaned into her collarbone, clearly choosing to go back to sleep rather than face this round of witty repartee. Weak. She still patted his head like a dog who tried.

“You’re warm,” he mumbled.

“I know.”

She kissed him before he could get smug about it.

He twitched in surprise—classic—but leaned up into it a beat later, hand tightening at her waist. His hair tickled her chin, but she didn’t move. Not yet.

When they pulled apart, he looked a little breathless.

“You’re really kissy this morning,” he said, flushed. “Not that I’m complaining. Just observing. Like a scientist.”

“Five years will do that to a woman,” Athena said dryly.

He opened his mouth. Closed it. Then kissed her again, apparently deciding he'd rather shut up.

Smart man.

Her fingers trailed down his back next. Slow. Deliberate. A single, evil path of touch. She knew where he was weak—he had that one spot near his lower spine that turned him into soup if she hit it just right. And hit it she did.

He twitched. Whined.

“…Do you have work today?” she asked, feigning innocence.

“I—I think so?” he croaked. “Patrol. Maybe. I forgot.”

Her fingers kept moving.

“Oh. Oh no. That’s not fair.”

“Mm. Neither were you making me cry last night. Twice.”

“Hey—!”

“You deserved it.”

“...Okay, yeah. That’s fair.”

Another kiss—on his jaw this time.

“I guess,” he sighed, “I can take a day off…”

“Good boy.”

He groaned into her shoulder. She could feel him smiling there. He was doomed.

He didn’t even have time to open his eyes before Athena’s mouth was on his again.

It started soft. Lazy. Her lips just barely brushing his, like she was testing if he was awake—or maybe trying to wake him up her own way. Her hand slid along the back of his neck, fingers playing with the shorter strands of his hair, tugging lightly at a spot that made him sigh into her.

Athena made a pleased sound and deepened the kiss.

Izuku blinked blearily against her lips, brain trying to catch up to the present. He was warm. Bare. His body was comfortably resting on something soft—which, now that he was conscious, he realized was her chest. Not that he was complaining.

They rolled a little, the blanket slipping lower, and Izuku found himself caged under her as her legs straddled his hips and her hair—short, but still wild from sleep—fell around his face like a curtain. Her hands pinned his wrists to the bed with zero effort, and for a second, he genuinely forgot how to use words.

She looked down at him like a victorious general surveying conquered land.

“Still not fair,” he managed.

“Still winning.”

They kissed again—messier, slower, mouths open and warm, not so much chasing each other as colliding, tasting. Hands wandered. Lips dragged. Breathless noises slipped into the gaps. And for a while, nothing else mattered.

Eventually, Izuku broke the kiss, breath shaky. “...What do you want for breakfast?”

Athena stared at him.

Blank. Unblinking.

Then she blinked slowly, like she had to reboot her brain. “You’re lucky you’re pretty.”

“Technically, I’m handsome.”

“Debatable.”

He gasped, offended. “Rude.”

She leaned down and pecked his nose. “You want breakfast now?”

“Not now now. Just... y’know. After we stop trying to turn this into a third-degree makeout burn.”

She smirked, sat up, and thought. “Fried eggs. Black olives. Pita. Maybe cheese.”

“So. Greek.”

“Obviously.”

“I was thinking natto and rice.”

She stared at him like he’d offered to season her food with chalk. “...Why do you hate me.”

“It’s called a cultural exchange. You get fermented beans, I get fried cheese.”

“Aphrodite’s right. You are a menace.”

He grinned and kissed the inside of her wrist before asking, “Okay. So… breakfast after this. Then what?”

Athena tilted her head, considering. One hand slowly ran down the line of his chest as her eyes raked over him with very intentional hunger. She leaned in close, breath hot against his ear, lips brushing the shell as she spoke.

“I’m going to pin you down,” she murmured, voice low and silken. “Hold your wrists. Slide on top of you. Make you sweat. Make you beg. Until your legs shake.”

Izuku swallowed air.

“And when you think you’re done,” she continued, lips curling into a smile, “I’ll do it again.”

His brain had exited the building.

“I—uh—yeah—sure—yep—I’m free all day—”

 

“Faster.”

The word cracked like a whip.

Izuku’s boots skidded across the stone, his breath sharp in his lungs. Athena came at him with the same terrifying grace as a falling star—efficient, elegant, and completely uninterested in letting him breathe.

Their spears clashed, divine metal screeching as he twisted just in time to deflect a strike that would’ve knocked his helmet clean off, if he had one.

“You’re telegraphing,” she said, pivoting, cloak flaring behind her like a warning flag. “Again.”

Izuku grunted, pivoted low, and swept his spear toward her legs—only for Athena to leap over it and slam the butt of her weapon toward his chest.

He barely caught it.

“You’re enjoying this.”

“A little,” she admitted, eyes gleaming. “Now stop being predictable.”

She lunged. He ducked. Their bodies collided, shoulders crashing, the sound of breath and exertion thick in the courtyard air.

Izuku spun, footwork fast, and forced her to block for once. She smiled—not mockingly, but like a teacher seeing her student ace a question she hadn’t even asked.

He stepped forward, fast and aggressive, adapting on the fly. The spear wasn’t just an extension of his arm anymore—it was a conversation, a language he’d learned from her.

And she could see it. Feel it.

That’s my boy.

She twisted aside, slammed her palm to his wrist mid-strike, and wrenched his aim wide.

“Rusty,” she said again, like it was a diagnosis, not an insult. “But getting there.”

Izuku pushed back, teeth bared in effort. “You’ve had five years to train. I’ve had five minutes and a dislocated shoulder from last week.”

“No excuses.”

Their weapons locked again—sparks flying, bodies pressed close, motion fluid. He shifted unexpectedly, moving inside her guard, just enough to force her back.

And she laughed. Actually laughed. A low, dangerous sound.

“There he is,” she said, letting him push her a step. “That little brain of yours finally warming up?”

Izuku smirked, grip tight. “Four steps ahead, remember?”

She headbutted him.

“Three now.”

He staggered. “Uncalled for!”

“You were smug.”

He lunged again, and the rhythm resumed—attack, counter, pivot, strike. No wasted motion. No casual blow. They moved like two storms dancing the same tempo, balanced perfectly between chaos and control.

Athena called out corrections between hits. “Lower your elbow. You’re overextending your reach. Spear should be a whisper, not a scream.”

Izuku grunted back, “It’s hard to whisper when you’re trying to stab me!”

“That’s the point.”

Sweat glistened across his back, and Athena’s braid had long since come undone, strands of hair clinging to her cheeks. They circled each other, breathing hard, eyes locked.

God of Wisdom. Pro Hero.

War and will.

Just like old times.

Izuku was spread out on the grass like a crumpled napkin, arms wide, chest heaving, and a single thought looping through his mind that reminded him all those years ago of sparring with the literal goddess of wisdom and war:

You’re never going to win

Especially not one who could gracefully knock you flat on your back without breaking a sweat.

Athena stood above him, not even winded. Spear braced lightly against her shoulder, skin glistening in the sunlight, and a disturbingly satisfied smile tugging at her lips—as if she hadn’t just wiped the floor with him for four straight hours.

“I’ll say this,” she offered, hands on hips, “you lasted longer than last time.”

Izuku groaned and covered his eyes with one arm. “Was that a compliment or just a reminder that you beat me up better now than you did five years ago?”

“Both.” She crouched beside him, poking at the tender spot on his ribs with a finger. “Still a bit rusty, though. What—has the lack of a girlfriend made you soft?”

He cracked one eye open. “Excuse you. No one I’ve dated was literally a god.”

Athena tilted her head, mock-pensive. “Mmm. True. They lacked divinity. And thighs strong enough to pin you mid-air.”

“I was one second away from countering that pin,” he mumbled.

She smiled sweetly. “Sure you were, darling.”

Then, with absolutely no warning, she looped an arm around his waist and heaved him over her shoulder like he was luggage.

“Ugh,” Izuku groaned, limbs dangling. “You’re doing this on purpose.”

“Would you rather walk?”

“…No.”

“That’s what I thought.”

Minutes later, Izuku—miraculously not broken—was setting out the snacks on a shaded bench near the sparring field. Tupperware, towels, bottles of water, and several neatly wrapped meals. Half of them were hers, of course—carefully prepared, spiced, and arranged with that goddess-level attention to detail.

The other half?

Very Izuku. Rice balls. Fruit. Sandwiches he probably made at 3 a.m. while stress-cleaning his fridge.

Athena sat beside him, eyeing the quantity.

“You’re still making food for two.”

He blinked, then gave a small shrug, unscrewing a water bottle. “Force of habit. Took me a while to stop cooking for five.”

Her eyes flicked sideways, but she didn’t say anything for a second. Just watched him. The casualness in his voice belied something heavier—something she recognized too well.

She nudged her bento toward him without comment.

“Eat mine.”

Izuku gave her a look. “You just threw me around like a ragdoll. You need the protein.”

“I’m a goddess. You’re a mortal man currently operating on muscle soreness and pride.” She smirked. “You need it more.”

He paused, then accepted it. “You spoil me.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

A quiet beat.

Then Izuku: “You didn’t make anything with olives, right?”

Athena looked personally offended. “That was one time. One.”

“You laced my entire lunch with olives—”

“I was trying to expand your palate!”

“You tried to assassinate my taste buds.”

“You’re dramatic,” she sniffed, sipping water like a queen sipping wine. “You once ate a vending machine sandwich and survived.”

“That had character development. Your olives were a war crime.”

She laughed—an actual, soft laugh—and leaned back against the bench, eyes closing briefly. “Some things haven’t changed.”

He glanced sideways. “Like what?”

“You still complain. I still carry us. You still take too long peeling oranges.”

“I don’t take too long—”

“You segment them like you’re performing heart surgery.”

“Because I like symmetry!”

“You’re adorable,” she said flatly.

He scowled, cheeks tinting red. “You know, it’s very unsettling how casually you flirt now.”

She didn’t open her eyes, just reached over and stole a bite of his sandwich. “Five years of pent-up affection. You should be thankful I’m keeping it verbal.”

“…Wait. Verbal?

She raised a brow.

He immediately looked away and took a very aggressive bite of fruit.

They sat in easy silence for a few minutes. The kind you only get after years of knowing someone’s breathing pattern by heart. Sunlight filtered through the pergola above. Somewhere in the distance, a breeze rustled the grass they’d just fought on.

Athena, eventually: “So. After this…”

He glanced at her, wary. “Are you going to suggest something terrifying again?”

A slow smile curled her lips. “No.”

Beat.

“...Maybe.”

 

Out in the middle of the ocean, where the waves rolled slow and steady like the heartbeat of the earth, a lone fisherman hummed to himself.

His boat—a rusted, dependable thing he lovingly called Nana-chan —rocked gently beneath his feet. The sky was clear. His radio was busted. And his cooler was half-full of the day’s catch.

"Just you and me today, huh?" he said to no one, adjusting his bucket hat and tossing another line overboard.

Then—WHAM.

A sudden gust of air tore through the stillness, slamming into the side of the boat. Nana-chan lurched, nearly capsizing. The man yelped, grabbing the side as water splashed into his lap.

“What the hell was—?!”

Something had flown past him. Fast. Screaming through the sky like a missile. He blinked seawater out of his eyes, craning his neck, trying to follow the blur—

But it was already gone.

"...Damn quirk users," he muttered, patting his chest and checking for a heart attack. “Always zippin' around like they pay the ocean rent or something.”

He shook his head and turned back to his reel.

The boat bobbed once.

Twice.

Then—

WHUMP.

The whole vessel tilted. Hard. Like something massive had passed underneath it.

The old fisherman grabbed the edge again, wide-eyed. “Oi! What now?!”

Before he could shout another curse at the sea, Nana-chan capsized.

In the brief moment before he hit the water, he caught a glimpse—just a flicker—of something long and sleek gliding beneath the surface. Not a fish. Not a whale.

It shimmered like metal. Moved like a predator.

And then he was in the ocean, flailing.

Bubbles rose. His hat sank. And that thing—whatever it was—was already gone.

 

The soft clack of wood echoed under the morning light as a pawn slid across the board.

Izuku hummed, eyes flicking from the chess piece to Athena’s expressionless face. “You’re not going easy on me.”

“Would you like me to?” she asked, already moving her knight without hesitation. Her fingers were swift, graceful—infuriating.

The pieces moved fast between them. A blur of logic and foresight, traps within traps, misdirection folded like origami. Izuku kept pace, but just barely. Athena never gave ground. She only took it.

The board between them was a battlefield, and he was down three pieces, sweat beading at his brow as he countered, adapted, turned pressure into opportunity.

Still. She smiled.

It wasn’t smug. Not quite. It was the kind of smile someone wore when they saw the shape of the end, and the end was beautiful.

“You’re better than you were,” she murmured. “A little rust in the early game, but your mid-match recoveries…” She moved her bishop. A perfect pin. “They almost make me nostalgic.”

Izuku snorted softly. “That almost sounded like praise.”

“Oh, it was.” She leaned her chin on her hand, eyes flicking to him with amused precision. “You’d be surprised how few can challenge me without divine foresight or cheating.”

“Thank you for the glowing endorsement,” he said dryly, nudging his rook into a tight flank maneuver. A trap forming. “I’m honored to be grouped just above cheaters.”

Her eyes sparked at the move. A flicker of recognition.

“I missed this,” Izuku said, almost absentmindedly as he tapped his next piece. “These kinds of talks. Just us. The pace. The challenge.”

She didn’t look at him when she answered. She only reached forward, calmly guiding a piece into place like it had always belonged there. “Do you miss being together?” she asked lightly. “Or just the casual intellectual banter?”

He hesitated. Met her eyes.

“Yes,” he said simply.

There was a beat of stillness—just the sound of the wind nudging a nearby tree—and then Athena gave a quiet chuckle, like the question had always been a test.

“Good answer,” she murmured. “Though I bet what you really miss… is the siren cuddle pile.”

Izuku immediately went pink, sputtering. “That was—! I didn’t even—”

She tilted her head, feigning deep thought. “Thirty sirens. Enchanted. Clingy. Gorgeous. Practically draped over you like a robe. And you—” she pointed casually, as if moving a piece, “—leaned into one.”

“It was for balance,” he muttered.

“Mhm.”

“I was drowning.”

“With your face in her chest.”

Izuku let his forehead drop to the edge of the table with a muffled groan. “Getting caught by you was bad enough.” He sat up, grimacing. “But at least it wasn’t Aphrodite. That would’ve been…”

“Disastrous?” Athena supplied. “She still brings it up, you know. The whip cream incident with Artemis.”

Izuku buried his face in his hands. “Please don’t.”

“She was deeply offended. Said you scarred her.” Athena’s grin widened. “That you didn’t invite her. That she would’ve brought strawberries.”

“I’m begging you.”

“She wouldn’t stop pouting for a year.”

Izuku groaned. “And you let her guilt trip me.”

“She was being dramatic.”

“She threatened to make whipped cream into a cursed item.”

Athena’s laughter was quiet and real. “You’re lucky she settled for redecorating your dreams.”

He groaned again, but there was a laugh tucked underneath it. It was too easy to fall back into this rhythm—light teasing, sharp minds, layered history. And something softer underneath it all.

The game, despite the banter, had continued.

Izuku made his next move. Bold. Calculated. His pieces had reshaped into a trap. One he knew could flip the entire game.

Athena paused for the first time in the match. Her eyes narrowed, just a little. She saw it. The trap. The bait. The cost.

Then—click.

Her queen moved.

“Checkmate,” she said.

Izuku blinked. Stared at the board.

“…You let me think I had it.”

“Of course I did,” she said with a smug smile. “It made the fall more satisfying.”

He leaned back with a sigh, eyeing her across the board. “You’re insufferable.”

“Sharp as ever.”

She began resetting the pieces with idle fingers, the rhythm of the match echoing in the silence between them.

“Rematch?” he asked.

She glanced at him with the ghost of a grin. “Do try to last longer this time.”

 

The sun was divine — not Helios divine, but good enough for a cruise headed straight for Japan.

Aphrodite lay stretched out on a lounge chair, her curves catching the golden light like it was tailor-made to worship her. Her bikini was scandalously red and so perfectly cut that it made silk jealous. She wore sunglasses that were entirely unnecessary for a goddess but deliciously fashionable.

She could feel the attention. Mortals, men and women alike, couldn’t help themselves. Some tried to hide it. Others didn’t even bother. She heard whispers behind hands, the quiet arguments between couples, the occasional not-so-subtle snap of a phone camera.

Good.

Aphrodite smiled lazily, twisting a strand of golden hair around her finger.

One brave soul — tall, loud, and reeking of overpriced cologne — made his way toward her. She could already tell what kind of mortal he was.

"Hey, beautiful," he began, with a smile that had likely cost thousands in dental work. "Name's Chad. I’m an alpha investor, just came off a yacht in Monaco, you know how it is—"

She let him talk. It amused her. These days, they called themselves “Alphas” — as if dominance could be bought with crypto and a six-pack.

When he finally stopped, waiting for the awe that never came, she rose to her full height, each slow step toward him turning the deck into a runway of temptation. She didn’t walk — she moved like music, hips swaying with ancient rhythm, every inch of her sun-kissed skin singing promises mortals weren’t meant to hear.

She leaned in, so close he could smell the faint, heady perfume of wild roses and crushed pomegranate. One manicured finger grazed the inside of his wrist — light, precise, devastating. Her lips ghosted beside his ear, not touching, just hovering , as she breathed words in a tongue older than time.

It wasn’t even a full sentence.

Just a few syllables — soft, slow, and soaked in heat. Greek, but deeper. Sacred. The kind of sound that slipped beneath logic and curled around the spine.

The man froze. His breath caught — sharp, strangled.

His eyes rolled back just slightly . Knees buckled. A blush exploded across his face like a firework, and he let out the tiniest, most pitiful whimper.

A second later, he turned on his heel and walked away like a man freshly humbled by the divine.

Aphrodite just smirked, sliding her sunglasses back down as she settled into her chair again. One leg crossed over the other, lazy and smug.

“Still got it,” she whispered to herself, lips curling.

From across the deck, Artemis perched on the edge of a high ledge, legs drawn up under her like a cat watching something too intently. She sipped something citrusy — probably grapefruit with way too much pulp — and pretended she wasn’t watching the display Aphrodite just put on.

Aphrodite didn’t buy it for a second.

She slid her sunglasses down the bridge of her nose, lips curled in a lazy smirk. “Judging me again, moonlight?” she purred, voice low, honeyed, and utterly self-satisfied.

Artemis didn’t flinch, but her drink paused halfway to her mouth. “I’m just wondering how you managed to leave Olympus,” she said flatly. “You’re not exactly... free of duties.”

Aphrodite gave a shrug, elegant and unbothered. “I left them in capable hands.”

 

Meanwhile in Olympus

Surrounded.

Absolutely drowning in scrolls and screens, the divine embodiment of desire looked like he’d seen the end of the world — and it was horny.

Everywhere, voices.

Moans. Love confessions. Unrequited yearning. Eros was elbow-deep in dramatic declarations, filthy fantasies, entire tomes of longing — from innocent crushes to downright illegal kinks. There was a letter someone wrote to their ex’s cat. A man had proposed via interpretive dance in front of a mirror. A group chat just pinged with: “Would you still love me if I was a worm?” twenty-seven times.

Eros clutched his head like a man begging the heavens for mercy.

“I was not built for this much secondhand embarrassment,” he whispered.

A nearby enchanted scroll tried to rhyme “yearning” with “churning.”

He screamed.

 

Back on the deck

Aphrodite tilted her head. “So,” she drawled, resting her chin on her hand, “still playing bodyguard? Or should I say... lipguard?”

Artemis went very still.

“I came to guard you” she said — and her tone tried for indignant, but it cracked just slightly at the end.

Aphrodite grinned. “Sweetheart, the moment I said I was going to Japan, you had your little huntress boots packed in thirty seconds flat.”

Artemis didn’t respond.

She looked out over the ocean. Sipped her juice.

Then, almost too quiet to hear  “...can’t wait to have his lips on yours again?”

Artemis tensed, then deflected without looking back. “...how long is the voyage?”

 

The air shimmered with heat as Circe stirred the potion, the surface of the brew pulsing with an unnatural glow. Strange herbs floated lazily, refusing to sink. A drop of silver slid from her spoon, sizzling on impact. The scent was thick — something like rosemary and crushed dreams.

Behind her, the nymphs lingered at the doorway, watching with wide eyes.

“You’re really going?” one asked, arms crossed, but voice soft.

“What about the island?” said another, clutching a half-eaten peach like it was emotional support.

Circe didn’t look up. She added a final sprig of something green, plucked a small vial from her satchel, and uncorked it. Inside shimmered a bit of her own blood, collected not long ago. She poured it into the mix, murmuring in a voice that wasn’t made for mortal ears. The cauldron hissed. Then quieted. Then shivered.

“I’ve got it covered,” Circe said breezily.

She dipped a ladle, poured just enough into a palm-sized vial, and with a hum — almost a tune from an old love song — smashed it against the floor.

There was a burst of smoke. A surge of magic.

And then... her.

The clone stepped from the dissipating mist, stretching like someone waking from a dream. She blinked. Took one look at the original. Then down at herself. Then glared.

“Oh, you get to go kiss him again, and I have to stay here and babysit the island?” she snapped.

Original Circe just smiled, already picking up her travel bag and slinging it over one shoulder. “You have my memories, darling. You know exactly how good his mouth felt. Let me enjoy it live this time.”

The clone crossed her arms and pouted. “It’s not fair. I’m still me.”

“Exactly,” Circe said, tapping her clone’s nose with a painted nail. “That’s why I trust you.”

She turned, heading toward the exit, muttering under her breath: “Let’s see... stove’s off, perimeter wards are up, gates are locked, nymphs are mildly supervised, Wi-Fi’s enchanted — oh! Remind me to update the Netflix password when I get back.”

“You never update the password,” Clone-Circe called after her.

Original Circe waved a hand. “That’s future-me’s problem.”

The door swung open with a hum of magic and sea wind.

And then she was gone.

The clone stared after her, then sighed dramatically and sank onto the nearest enchanted couch. “Stupid original. Stupid perfect green-haired man. Stupid soft kisses and stupid warm hugs and stupid way he says my name like it matters.”

A pause.

“…I miss him too.”

 

Izuku staggered.

The sensation never got easier. Every time Athena moved with her owl, Izuku felt like he’d been briefly unplugged from reality — a strange numbness that came with a soft, humming vibration in his spine, like tuning forks pressed to bone. By the time his feet hit solid ground he bent forward trying not to throw up.

“Still hate that.”

Athena stepped beside him like it was nothing. Not a hair out of place. Hands in her pockets. Unbothered.

“I gave you a warning this time.”

“Yeah,” Izuku groaned. “And I appreciate it. Truly. So much better knowing in advance that my entire soul’s gonna do a front flip.”

She tilted her head, mildly amused. “It’s not teleportation, you know.”

“I know.” He straightened, tapping his chest like he had to re-socket something. “You’re not just dragging me through space. You’re... disassembling me. Or detaching me from my body and hurling my awareness across the city like a paper airplane.”

“It’s spiritual phasing,” she said, entirely too casual. “The owl sees, I step through. You’re just... tagging along.”

“I feel tagged,” Izuku muttered. “Emotionally. Spiritually. Existentially.”

She glanced at him sideways. “You’re adapting.”

“First time, I threw up.”

“And apologized to my owl.”

“I thought she was a judgemental pigeon,” he said defensively.

“She is judgemental,” Athena murmured, then nodded to the spectral bird still perched above the museum entrance. “But she accepts your apology.”

“Great,” Izuku sighed, adjusting the strap on his messenger bag. “Still not looking forward to the return trip.”

They started walking, the city humming around them like nothing divine had just happened. Izuku’s stride was a little looser now, more familiar beside her. She matched his pace without thinking.

“I could’ve just watched the museum remotely,” Athena said after a beat, nodding toward the building as it came into view. “The owl’s already seen it. The archives in my office have the full renderings. Detailed enough to read plaque text.”

“...And yet here you are,” Izuku said, brows raised.

“There’s a difference,” she replied, “between knowing something exists and seeing it yourself.”

He smiled a little. “So you do get sentimental.”

She ignored that. “Besides, I was curious. Japan’s approach to strategic memory—how they frame victories versus lessons. I want to see if they glorify cleverness or condemn it.”

Izuku considered. “Bit of both, I think. Depends on who’s writing the exhibit.”

“Exactly,” she said. “That’s what makes it worth visiting. Context changes with time. But the artifacts stay the same. Watching people try to rewrite what you already lived through... it’s fascinating.”

Izuku glanced up at her. “You’ve missed this, haven’t you?”

She didn’t answer right away. But her hand brushed his as they reached the museum steps.

Just a brief, accidental nudge. Familiar. Like they’d walked this close a hundred times before.

“I missed a lot of things,” she said.

He nodded. “Me too.”

The air inside was cool and filtered, the kind designed to preserve history—not comfort the people walking through it. There was a hush, like a chapel, interrupted only by the soft hum of projectors and the muted shuffle of shoes on polished tile.

Izuku walked quietly beside her, hands in his pockets, gaze drifting. He didn’t need a guidebook. He had her.

Athena moved like she’d built the place.

She didn’t look left or right so much as register. Her gaze passed over plaques and displays without slowing, eyes flicking like she was comparing what she saw to something older—something truer. Not judging. Just… correcting.

They stopped at a case housing a rusted spearhead. The metal had curled slightly at the edge, blackened from age. A plaque beneath it read:

Heian-Era Infantry Weapon. Date uncertain. Likely ceremonial.

Athena made a small sound in her throat. Almost a laugh.

Izuku glanced at her. “What?”

“Ceremonial,” she said, tone flat. “It missed the general. Hit his horse instead. The blade cracked against stone. They passed it around afterward like a holy relic.”

He looked back at the display. “Still ended up in a museum.”

“They didn’t want to admit he survived,” she said. “Easier to pretend the weapon mattered.”

She moved on.

The next display was a hologram—dramatic, colorful. A glowing reenactment of a river ambush, complete with soaring music and a slow-motion tactical pincer.

“...the commander, anticipating enemy movement, split his forces—”

“He got lost,” Athena said, folding her arms.

Izuku’s brow twitched.

“He was sick. Dysentery, I think. Dehydrated. Shouted the wrong signal and ended up on the wrong bank. The enemy thought it was a trap and retreated.” She tilted her head. “He never corrected the story.”

Izuku shook his head, lips twitching. “Do you ever get tired of being right?”

“No,” she said.

They passed a row of strategy scrolls—replicas, mostly, labeled and mounted behind clean glass. Athena stopped at one, leaned slightly to peer closer.

“This one’s real,” she murmured. “That crease on the edge—that was from being shoved under a sleeping mat during a night raid.”

Izuku bent to look. “You were there?”

“No,” she said. “But I watched the man who wrote it. He was meticulous. Refused to starve his enemies. Lost the war, but kept his code.”

Izuku was quiet a beat. “That sounds like someone I know.”

She didn’t smile, not really. But her gaze softened for a moment.

They moved on.

The next case held a helmet—dented bronze, the kind that had seen more fear than glory. Its label guessed at the rank, the era, the region. Athena didn’t look at the plaque.

“Mid-level officer,” she said. “Took a slingshot to the temple. Survived. Retired two years later and opened a garden outside the city. Grew cucumbers.”

Izuku blinked. “That’s oddly specific.”

“I remember the ones who stopped,” she said simply. “Most don’t.”

They stopped again in front of a battle diorama—miniature terrain, carved hills, rows of soldiers poised mid-charge.

Athena narrowed her eyes. “They’re missing two divisions.”

Izuku leaned forward. “You’re sure?”

“They were buried in a landslide trying to flank the ridge,” she said. “They weren’t retreating. They were just… gone.”

There was a pause—soft, natural. The kind they didn’t have to fill.

“You’re doing it again,” he said, lightly.

Athena glanced over. “Doing what?”

“Being smarter than everyone in a five-kilometer radius.”

“You’re doing it again,” Izuku said.

“Doing what?”

“Making everyone else look like they’re playing catch-up.”

She arched a brow. “Should I restrain myself?”

“No,” he said, smiling. “I’m just used to seeing it up close.”

Athena paused.

Her gaze lingered. “You’ve always kept up.”

They moved past the diorama room, into the Hall of Notable Campaigns. The lights dimmed slightly here, the mood shifting to something more solemn. Projected maps glowed softly against the walls—battlefields etched in flickering lines, timelines running like rivers across the floor.

Izuku slowed as they reached a central display.

A tall holographic figure stood at the center—armor scorched, helmet tucked under one arm. The accompanying caption scrolled beside him:
General Mori Katsuhiro – “The Angel of Kanda.”

The display flared to life, narrating over reconstructed footage.

“Despite having a clear path to victory, General Mori halted the advance of his artillery upon discovering a civilian district ahead. He rerouted his troops, sacrificing tactical ground and risking ambush to evacuate survivors.”

“Strategists argue the war could’ve ended three weeks sooner had he struck immediately. Instead, he chose restraint—and cost his army hundreds of lives. Yet his victory, when it came, was bloodless.”

Athena’s arms were already crossed.

“A foolish maneuver,” she said.

Izuku glanced at her, not surprised. “You think so?”

“He had momentum. Terrain. Surprise. He could’ve ended it that day.”

“And leveled half a city.”

Her gaze didn’t move from the projection. “War isn’t clean. He hesitated.”

“He adapted,” Izuku countered, his tone even. “He protected people and won.”

She looked at him now. Not unkind, just... firm. “Tactical advantage doesn’t wait for moral calculus. You win. Then you mourn.”

Izuku didn’t flinch. “And then what? You rebuild the ashes? Say sorry over the ruins? He didn’t freeze—he changed the plan. That’s not weakness. That’s choice.”

Athena studied him for a moment. There was no offense in her expression. Just that old, eternal weight—like someone who’d watched too many men choose wrong and live just long enough to regret it.

“He was lucky,” she said, quietly.

“Maybe,” Izuku replied. “But so were the people who got to live because he tried.”

They stood there, side by side, in the soft glow of the hero’s memory. The tension wasn’t heavy. Just present—like weather. The kind you could walk through, if you understood it wouldn’t last.

Athena sighed. “You’ve always been too hopeful.”

Izuku smiled faintly. “You’ve always made that sound like a flaw.”

“Not always.”

There was a pause. No need to win. Just… a difference acknowledged.

Then Izuku turned, already heading toward the vending machines tucked beside the exhibit’s exit.

“You want green tea or the weird lemon milk thing?” he asked over his shoulder.

“Tea,” she said. “Obviously.”

He bent down to grab both bottles as they thunked into the tray. When he straightened, she was already there—fingers brushing his collar, smoothing the wrinkle near the seam with a practiced ease.

“Still can’t dress yourself properly,” she said.

“You say that like I haven’t been doing it alone for years.”

“You say that like I haven’t noticed.”

Izuku blinked up at her, slightly sheepish under her touch. “I was in a rush.”

“You were wrinkled.”

“I was hungry.”

She gave him a long look.

He passed her the tea bottle wordlessly.

They stood just outside the museum entrance, the sky shifting gold behind scattered clouds. Pedestrians moved past them in lazy waves. The city felt quiet—like a held breath.

“You know,” Izuku said, cracking open his own drink, “for someone who can teleport with an owl, you’re surprisingly picky about wrinkle lines.”

“I have standards.”

“I noticed.”

She sipped her tea. “Still, not bad. You’ve upgraded. Hair’s not a disaster. Posture is marginally less tragic. And you didn’t flinch at three tour groups today.”

Izuku looked mock-offended. “I didn’t flinch. I strategically retreated.”

“You used me as a wall.”

“You’re tall.”

Athena raised her brows, but before she could retort—

Boom.

The air rippled with the kind of deep, throaty explosion that didn’t come from a car backfiring.

Screams followed, quick and panicked.

Izuku was already turning toward the source, eyes narrowing. His bottle hit the recycling bin with a clatter. His jacket came off in one motion.

No hesitation. No fanfare.

He was gone.

A hulking shape tore through the market strip like a living mosaic—scales, feathers, bone armor spiraling across its limbs in uneven layers. A chimera-style transformation quirk, body overloaded with incompatible animal traits. The scent of mutation was thick in the air—wild, instinctive, panicked.

The creature roared, slamming a clawed hand into a delivery truck. It dented like foil.

Civilians scattered.

Izuku landed between the creature and the crowd with a crackle of green lightning lacing across his arms. Civilian clothes. No support gear. Just Full Cowling and instincts honed to the edge of reflex.

Assess.

The creature’s movements were erratic—reactionary. Not aiming to kill. Destructive, but not malicious. Transformation quirks had pain thresholds. Likely disoriented. Overstimulated.

Exploit rhythm.

He moved forward, already redirecting.

One hand skimmed the ground—Blackwhip snapped from his wrist, anchoring to a lamppost. A quick vault. Danger Sense pulsed faintly, then dulled. No trap. Just chaos.

The chimera lunged.

Izuku was faster.

He didn’t brute force it. He didn’t grandstand. He moved through —weaving in and around the creature’s swings, using momentum like thread in a needle. His foot connected with the base joint of the thing’s primary leg—enough force to dislodge control, not enough to break it.

The beast stumbled.

Izuku pivoted mid-air, tapped its second leg, shoved the weight imbalance just enough to send the creature crashing into the fountain beside the museum entrance.

Three seconds. Maybe four.

People were still gasping when he bound its arms with a snap of Blackwhip and twisted the remaining cables into a nonlethal hold.

A breath.

Done.

 

Athena hadn’t moved.

She stood near the museum steps, her tea bottle now dangling from two fingers, expression unreadable.

People rushed past her, shouting, pointing, some holding up phones.

She just watched him.

That easy rhythm. That lack of flourish. That focus.

She’d seen strength that cracked mountains, led armies, changed tides of empires. But this?

This was different.

He hadn’t fought for show.

He hadn’t used more than he needed.

He hadn’t smiled, or postured, or even paused.

He just moved. Reacted. Adjusted. Solved.

Without armor. Without a plan.

Like it was second nature.

Her gaze didn’t sharpen. It softened.

Because this wasn’t about brilliance. It wasn’t about power. Not anymore.

She’d had students who were brilliant. Tacticians who could draw blood from theory alone. Warriors who treated her praise like gospel.

But none of them would have done it like that.

None of them would have moved like he did.

Not with that clarity.

Not with that calm.

Not with that unshakable intent.

No arrogance. No spectacle. Just Izuku.

And somewhere between the chaos and the quiet, she smiled.

Izuku was brushing dust from his sleeves as he approached, still a little winded but trying to play it off. A breeze caught the hem of his shirt—creased again, she noted. Of course.

“You’re on your day off,” Athena said mildly.

Izuku opened his mouth.

Closed it.

Shrugged. “Technically, yes.”

“You just moved.” Her tone was less accusation, more amused observation.

He scratched his cheek. “Yeah. Didn’t really think about it.”

“I noticed.”

Their voices were low—background noise under the sound of curious chatter picking up around them.

Someone across the street snapped a picture. Another whispered, not very discreetly, “That’s definitely a date, right?” and someone else, breathless: “The No. 1 Hero with her? She looks like she eats men for breakfast.”

To be fair, Athena did have the posture of someone who could execute a flawless roundhouse in three-inch heels and not spill her coffee.

Izuku glanced around and winced slightly. “I think we’re attracting attention.”

Athena turned her head, eyes scanning the murmuring bystanders, most of whom had pulled out their phones and were very much not pretending to be subtle about it.

“Well, you did crush a chimera into the pavement while wearing sneakers,” she said. “Heroic. Iconic. And now immortalized online with a woman taller than you.”

“That’s the part they’re gonna focus on, isn’t it.”

“You know it is.”

He sighed and stepped a little closer, lowering his voice. “You want to go somewhere else?”

“Yes,” she said immediately.

 

The noise of the city dulled behind them. The rooftop was quiet, save for the faint hum of traffic and the rustle of wind slipping between antennas and window units.

They leaned against the railing, shoulder to shoulder, watching the sun tip toward the horizon.

Golden light caught the edge of Athena’s profile, cutting through her usual composure with something softer. Not vulnerable. Just… still.

Izuku took a sip from a vending machine can he didn’t remember choosing. “When do you leave?”

Athena didn’t look at him. “We just got back together and you’re already asking me to leave?”

He grinned. “Your presence is very overwhelming.”

“I’m six feet tall, not a natural disaster.”

“That’s debatable.”

She didn’t deny it. Just smiled faintly.

“Yes. I still have duties.”

Izuku nodded, casually bumping her arm with his. “Figured.”

She paused, watching the skyline.

“The old stories are gone,” she said after a moment. “But the concepts never faded. As long as people value wisdom... strategy... war—then I’m still bound.”

“Even now?”

She tilted her head. “Especially now. Your world didn’t get quieter after we stepped back. Just more complicated.”

Izuku leaned forward on the railing, arms folded.

There was no tension in his shoulders. No bitterness in his voice.

“That’s fair,” he said. “I mean, I’m the guy who broke three ribs figuring out how to fight a guy made of fog. So yeah—complicated is accurate.”

She smiled again.

He turned his head toward her. “Want me to move to Greece? Keep you company?”

The joke was light. Easy. Familiar.

Athena didn’t laugh. She just looked at him.

Not serious. Not dramatic.

Just… present.

“Why don’t you?”

Athena didn’t look at him when she said it. Just let the words fall, soft and effortless, like stating the weather.

“You could,” she added. “Move there. Greece. Olympus. You’ve got the influence now. Recognition. I could make a call or two, twist a few arms—file some divine paperwork.”

Her tone wasn’t hopeful. It wasn’t pleading.

It was just a possibility. A door left open.

Her hand reached up, cool fingers brushing his jaw before gently holding it—just for a second. Enough to ground the moment. To say I remember you. All of you.

“You know,” she murmured, “I’m not the only one who misses you.”

Izuku leaned into her touch with a tired smile. “Scylla’s probably still hoping for another cuddle session.”

That earned a low, genuine laugh.

“She’s been emotionally preparing,” Athena said. “But the Sirens are going to get to you first.”

“Oh yeah. They’re definitely going to drag me into another cuddle pile the moment I step off the plane.”

“To be fair,” Athena said, “five years apart will do that.”

Izuku leaned forward on the railing again, his shoulder brushing hers. His gaze was far-off, but his voice stayed light.

She knew the answer already. Always had.

He wasn’t going.

Not now. Maybe not ever.

He had responsibilities here. A life that didn’t pause just because old gods still carried torches.

It hadn’t changed. Not in the years they were together. Not after.

And she didn’t resent it.

Athena still remembered the day Scylla and the Sirens tried to barricade the shoreline. Two years into their relationship, the very moment Izuku was supposed to return to Japan—he’d kissed them all goodbye, but they’d refused to accept it. Literally. Scylla built a wall of sea serpents. The Sirens sang in three-part harmony to try to hypnotize customs.

Izuku shook his head with a fond groan. “I still remember when the Sirens flew to Japan just to cuddle in my apartment.”

“They took over your living room,” Athena said. “And made a nest out of your laundry.”

“And Aphrodite kept sending me very specific, very vivid dreams just to make sure I didn’t forget her.”

“She said they were themed. One for each season.”

Izuku made a face. “Spring was especially detailed.”

Athena snorted.

“Then there’s Circe,” he added. “Who somehow figured out how to do weekly video calls.”

“To this day,” Athena muttered, “I don’t understand how she managed to translate Wi-Fi signals into spell frequencies.”

“Magic,” Izuku said. “And a terrifying amount of commitment.”

They fell quiet for a moment, not because there was nothing left to say, but because... sometimes silence was just easier to sit in. The sun was slipping lower now, painting the rooftops in amber and soft gold. The city buzzed beneath them, unconcerned.

Izuku exhaled through his nose. “...Not opposed to a vacation, though.”

Athena blinked.

Then turned to him, incredulous. “The Deku? Considering a vacation?”

He lifted a shoulder, all faux-casual. “Briefly. Like a weekend.”

She gave him a look that was 60% amusement, 30% disbelief, and 10% dangerous smugness. “Unheard of. The world must be falling apart.”

Izuku shrugged, sipping the last of his drink. “Could be. But I think it can survive without me for a month or two.”

Athena leaned in slightly, smile tugging at the edge of her mouth. “Three?”

He gave her a look. “Three? Next thing you’re gonna say is four.”

“Maybe.”

“Athena—”

She tilted her head. “Surely the world won’t end if you stayed for six.”

Izuku laughed under his breath. “Six? I’m gonna need a good reason to leave work for half a year.”

“How about lovers who miss you dearly,” she said smoothly, “and intend to give you five years’ worth of love you didn’t get?”

That… gave him pause.

“Tempting,” he admitted, voice softening as he leaned in slightly.

Athena didn’t move away. “Isn’t it?”

Their faces were close now. Just shy of touching. Warm. Familiar.

Then—

SCREEEEEEEEECH.

They both froze.

Izuku turned his head just in time to see something—someone—hurtling through the air in their direction like a feathery missile.

His eyes widened.

“Oh—”

WHUMP.

The impact knocked the wind out of him as he was tackled mid-sentence, arms locked down and body buried under something warm and feathery.

A wing—soft and massive—curled around him like a blanket, followed by the distinct sensation of lips crashing into his.

He barely had time to process the silky black hair, the flushed cheeks, the very, very satisfied hum against his mouth—

Before the Siren pulled back, grinning like the sun had personally blessed her.

“Tachyra,” he managed, dazed. “You’re—here?!”

She beamed. “You remembered my name.”

And leaned back in immediately for another kiss.

“Wait—hold—mmph—!”

Athena leaned on the railing casually, watching the pile. “Or your lovers go to you. Works just as well.”

Tachyra’s purring muffled whatever protest Izuku was attempting. She buried her face in his chest, wings still fluffed, murmuring something about scent and softness and not letting go ever again.

Then—

FWOOOSH.

A giant eagle cut across the sky.

And from it, someone dropped in a perfectly balanced, slightly smug descent—boots hitting the rooftop with a light tap.

Aphrodite, wearing casual jeans, a cropped windbreaker, and enough aura to stop hearts. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun. She was glowing—figuratively and, possibly, literally.

She blinked once.

Saw the Siren kissing him again.

Paused.

Then clapped her hands. “Scoot over, featherbutt. I want his lips too.”

“Tachyra,” Izuku gasped. “Wait, wait—”

Too late.

Aphrodite slid in smoothly, grasped his cheeks with both hands, and kissed him full and deep, like no time had passed at all.

“Hello, lover,” she whispered against his mouth.

Izuku whimpered.

A rustle beside them, and the giant eagle from earlier landed softly on the ledge, folding into a tall woman with silver eyes and braided moonlight hair.

Artemis sat beside the growing pile and said nothing.

Just watched.

Calm. Amused.

Like this was her scheduled break.

The Siren purred louder. Aphrodite wasn’t letting go. Izuku was very much not breathing.

Then, in a puff of pink smoke—

Pop.

Circe appeared.

Bag in hand.

Sunglasses still perched on her head.

She took one look at the pile of wings, limbs, and affection and let out a put-upon sigh.

“Ugh. I’m late.”

Athena tilted her head. “You can teleport.”

“Yeah, well,” Circe huffed, “your aura’s so damn loud I couldn’t see where he was!”

“Not my fault you tried to track him through god-static,” Athena said calmly.

Circe grumbled something about interference and sacred bandwidth before dropping her bag and walking straight into the fray.

Izuku, somewhere near the bottom, gave up.

He was drowning in arms, lips, wings, smugness, and a tidal wave of affection

Izuku tried—really, truly tried—to get his bearings.

But it was difficult when three very determined, very beautiful women kept cycling turns on his mouth like a sacred ritual.

Aphrodite leaned back, smug and glowing, brushing her lips with the back of her hand. “You know,” she murmured, “if things keep heating up, I wouldn’t be opposed to doing something… very public.”

Tachyra—the Siren still perched quite possessively in his lap—purred, eyes half-lidded. “Mm. You say that like he’s not already raring to go.”

Izuku let out a noise. Not a word. Just a noise.

Athena cleared her throat, voice dry but commanding. “Let’s not start a scandal.”

That got everyone’s attention.

She glanced at the surrounding buildings, the too-many windows, the tourists probably livestreaming from the café across the street.

“If we’re going to traumatize the internet,” Athena said, “let’s at least wait until we’re indoors.”

Aphrodite sighed dreamily. “I did bring his favorite lingerie.”

Tachyra made a soft, appreciative hum. “I’m not opposed.”

Artemis—who had thus far said nothing—took Izuku’s hand in hers. Simple. Grounding. His eyes flicked to hers, and she gave him the smallest nod.

Circe, adjusting the strap of her travel bag, turned to him and smiled. “Same apartment?”

He nodded.

She stepped forward, fingers brushing his bangs aside, then placed her palm lightly on his forehead.

“Good.”

Poof.

And he was gone.

The Siren blinked at the empty space where Izuku had just been.

Aphrodite tilted her head. “Rude.”

Athena huffed a laugh. “Effective.”

Tachyra launched into the air with a powerful flap, feathers scattering behind her. “I’ll meet you there!”

Aphrodite, ever the multitasker, climbed onto Artemis as she shifted back into her eagle form with a low, gleaming cry.

“Let’s move,” Aphrodite said. “I want round two and Circe always starts slow.”

Athena gave it two seconds. Maybe three.

Then she vanished in a shimmer of godlight.

 

Oof.

He landed on his back with a light thud, the air in his lungs rushing out. His jacket had barely registered gravity before it was gone—somehow folded on the desk chair.

The room was dim, lit only by the faint spill of orange dusk from the window.

Circe stood at the foot of his bed, her bag already set aside.

She looked at him like she had waited centuries to be here again.

With a soft smile, she lifted her hand—and snapped her fingers.

Her clothing shimmered in gold light before dissolving into the air like smoke. Her hair, usually tied back in elegant braids, unfurled down her shoulders in soft waves. Bare, golden, and beautiful.

She crawled up the bed slowly, deliberately, her gaze never leaving his.

“Hey…” she whispered.

Izuku stared up at her—brows relaxed, lips parted just slightly. That one word, that tone—he hadn’t heard it in five years, not like that.

He swallowed. “Hey.”

Her hand slid gently up his chest.

His hand rose to meet the curve of her back, pulling her down just slightly, just enough. Their noses brushed. His breath hitched.

On the floor, his phone buzzed once against the wood.

 

Meanwhile, Somewhere Off the Coast of Japan

Tsuyu Asui was thirty years old.

She owned a boat. A sleek one, mid-sized, equipped for rescue ops and coastal patrol. Her crew was tight-knit, disciplined. She was a Top 20 Pro Hero, had her own agency, and most importantly—she had enough money to take care of her entire family, even the parts of it that forgot how to say thank you.

She was respected. Calm. Always in control.

And right now?

Her left eye twitched as she stared down a completely naked woman climbing over the railing of her patrol boat.

A woman who looked like she had just swum out of a fever dream about sea monsters and Greek myth. Smooth skin, webbed fingers, long black hair clinging to her body, and teeth. Sharp, beautiful, pearlescent teeth.

Also: very much naked.

Tsuyu sighed through her nose.

Behind her, two of her male crewmates were gaping like cartoon characters. One’s nose might’ve actually started bleeding.

She didn’t even look.

Her tongue snapped out, slapped both of them on the forehead, and retracted without breaking eye contact with the intruder.

They stood up straight. Eyes front. No comments.

“...You’re a Siren,” Tsuyu said, deadpan. “Aquatic.”

The woman brightened. “You know mythology? How refreshing!”

Tsuyu tossed her a towel.

The woman blinked at it. “Oh. Right. Modesty. That thing.”

Once decently covered, the Siren sat on a crate like it was a throne and smiled brightly. “I recognize you. You’re one of Izuku’s friends, aren’t you?”

Tsuyu stared. “Yes?”

“Good! Then you can help me call him.”

“I—why?”

“I’m here to see him.”

“...And who exactly are you to Izuku?” Tsuyu asked, already dreading the answer.

The Siren’s smile widened. “Oh, I’m his ex.”

Tsuyu blinked.

"His ex?"

The Siren nodded like this was the most natural thing in the world. “Mhm! One of many. But I’m hoping to get back together.”

“...Right,” Tsuyu said, already pulling out her phone.

“And I swam here, you know,” the Siren added.

“From where?” Tsuyu asked without looking up.

“Greece!”

The phone paused halfway to her ear.

“You swam here. From Greece.”

The Siren beamed. “Yep!”

Tsuyu slowly lowered the phone. She looked to the side. Breathed in deep.

“...Yeah,” she muttered. “This is Izuku’s problem.”

 

Somewhere Beneath the Mediterranean – Scylla’s Lair

Saltwater lapped quietly against the jagged stone walls of the cavern.

The air was damp, thick, humming with the low rasp of breathing—some of it hers, some of it not.

Scylla sat half-submerged in the tide pool carved into the center of the chamber. Her serpents—six of them, long-necked, scale-plated, expressions frozen somewhere between predatory and pitiful—slithered lazily around her. Their heads blinked at uneven intervals. Some stared at nothing. One stared at her.

Her human half—if it could still be called that—was still. Pale arms resting limply against the rock. Her face, still beautiful in its structure, was framed by tangled black hair and punctuated by wide, unblinking eyes that hadn’t known restful sleep in decades.

She blinked slowly. Once.

"Should I go?" she asked softly. Her voice wasn’t cracked. It wasn’t monstrous. It was just... distant. Paper-thin.

The serpents responded instantly.

One hissed. Another barked. A third snapped its jaws once, then smacked its snout into the wall.

She tilted her head slightly.

"You think it’s better to wait?"

Another hiss—higher pitched, more annoyed.

"I know. It’s been five years."

One of them growled.

“I remember,” she said.

There was a pause.

One of the serpents—Drakon, the one with the scar across his jaw—chomped at the air with purpose, clearly voting for go to him now, maul anyone in the way, drag him back by the shirt.

Scylla blinked again. “…But if we just show up, he might be busy.”

Two serpents hissed in perfect sync. Disagreement.

A fourth serpent slammed its head into the water with a splash. The fifth began coiling itself into the shape of a heart. The sixth just groaned.

Scylla watched them.

“I miss him too.”

That got them all quiet. Even Drakon.

She rested her head on the stone edge of the pool. Her eyes never closed.

“Izuku,” she said, so quietly it almost didn’t leave her throat.

Her fingers curled slightly—remembering.

His warmth. His arms around her neck. The way he had once pressed his face into her chest and said, "I’m not afraid of you."

No one had ever said that before. Not like that. Not meant it like that.

“I don’t want to scare him,” she whispered. “I just want to hold him again.”

The serpents shifted. Three let out long, soft whines. One tried to nuzzle her cheek. It missed.

“…He’ll come,” she murmured, mostly to herself. “I know he will.”

A pause.

“…But if he doesn’t come soon…” she blinked again, her head twitching slightly in Drakon’s direction, “don’t bite him so hard this time. The blood makes it awkward.”

Drakon growled. The others hissed in agreement. She didn’t argue further.

She just sat in the water, eyes open, body still—waiting.

Not with hope.

With certainty.

 

Elsewhere – Olympus Bedroom, That Same Night

A mirror reflected a woman adjusting her lipstick with unhurried precision.

Hera sat at her vanity, surrounded by the soft glow of divine firelight. Her skin was radiant, her features sculpted in timeless elegance, but tonight—tonight she looked meticulous. Not just beautiful. Curated.

A goddess preparing for war, if war were seduction and longing disguised in cherry-red gloss.

Behind her, the bedroom door creaked open.

Zeus leaned against the frame, arms folded, watching her without expression.

“You’re not seriously doing this,” he muttered.

Hera didn’t look at him. Just touched up the corner of her lip.

“I am.”

He sighed, rubbing his temple. “Try not to kill the kid.”

She smiled. “Oh, please. He’s survived far worse than me, dear.”

“I’m not joking. Don’t break him.”

She turned then, just enough for him to catch the glint in her eyes.

“If he does break,” she said sweetly, “I’ll put him back together.”

Zeus stared at her for a beat longer before muttering, “I need a drink,” and walking out.

Hera turned back to her reflection, unfazed.

She dabbed her pulse with perfume. Adjusted her neckline.

And then her gaze drifted to the bed behind her.

The same bed where she and her other lover had once tangled under divine moonlight. Where he'd held her like she was more than a goddess. Not a symbol. Not a queen. Not a wife to be feared or wielded.

Just Hera.

Soft. Divine. Precious.

To him, she was larger than life.

And yet, in his arms, she had felt... small. Not weak. Just held.

And gods help her, she wanted that again.

 

Elsewhere in Tokyo – Small Apartment, Late Evening

An ice pack rested awkwardly between her thighs.

Not ideal.

Definitely not how she thought her evening would go.

She lay sideways on the couch, a blanket draped over her like a towel at a beach no one wanted to be at, staring blankly at the TV while the end credits of a cooking show rolled. Her drink was untouched. Her pride? Also in critical condition.

“I’m just saying!” her roommate shouted from the kitchen, voice getting louder by the second. “You broke up with Izuku Midoriya. THE Midoriya! Like—like—do you even realize?!”

The woman groaned and adjusted the ice pack. A sharp ache reminded her of why she was still lying down and not moving much. “Please lower your voice. My everything hurts.”

“No. No, I will not lower my voice!” the roommate stormed into view, gesturing wildly with a spoon still coated in something green. “The guy is loaded! He’s nice! Genuinely nice! Good with kids, listens when you talk, supports your goals, cooks, cleans, and—I quote—you said, ‘sex with him is like having your soul exorcised through your pelvis.’ What is there to NOT like?!”

At the mention of sex, she winced.

Her thighs twitched involuntarily.

Yeah. That tracked.

“…It’s complicated,” she mumbled.

“COMPLICATED MY ASS!”

Her eyes drifted back to the screen—intending to focus on a rerun of something brainless—only for the network to cut to breaking news.

A bright, smiling anchor spoke directly into the camera.

“And in our next story—Pro Hero Deku may not be single for long! This photo was snapped just outside the Tokyo War Museum this afternoon. Witnesses report the No. 1 Hero sharing an intimate moment with a stunning, unknown woman—tall, radiant, and possibly foreign. Could it be a new romance for Japan’s golden boy?”

The screen showed Izuku.

Civilian clothes. A little scuffed from some skirmish. Looking up.

At her.

A woman who was towering, beautiful, confident—otherworldly, even.

But it wasn’t the image that made her freeze.

It was the look.

In his eyes.

In hers.

Fond. Familiar. Undeniable.

That wasn’t someone new.

That was someone he’d loved for a long time.

Someone he never really stopped loving.

She sighed, adjusting the blanket over her legs and letting her head fall back against the cushions.

It wasn’t like they ever fought.

Izuku was kind. Thoughtful. Gentle in the way that made everything else in the world feel too sharp by comparison. He loved without hesitation, and he never once made her feel small.

But that was the problem, wasn’t it?

His love was big . So big it felt like standing beneath a spotlight you didn’t earn. Like being trusted with something you couldn’t possibly deserve.

It wasn’t dramatic. It wasn’t tragic.

It was just… terrifying.

She hadn’t known how to care for something like that. A love that pure. That present. That intimate in ways that had nothing to do with sex and everything to do with how he’d look at her like she was someone meant to be cherished.

And she didn’t know how to carry that.

So she broke up with him.

A day ago.

For a stupid reason.

She knew it. She knew it even while saying it. But he hadn’t been angry. Hadn’t flinched. He’d just smiled sadly, thanked her for being honest, and walked her home.

She stared at the photo for a moment longer.

Then smiled, quiet and soft.

“…Good for him,” she whispered.

The ice pack shifted as she sat up straighter.

And for the first time all day, the ache in her chest hurt just a little less than the one in her thighs.

Notes:

And that's a wrap. I hope you guys enjoyed this one.

Fun fact while researching about the gods and the myths. I came across a lot of things. Things that really made me go what the fuck. That's why I went with a disclaimer because I knew the gods were not that....nice. And some have rules and aspects that I still wanted to respect and not fully abandon purely on my want to make this work.

EDIT: By next chapter I'm thinking of Removing some tags since I can't add more tags like Athena x Izuku. Still don't know if that the right move. Like I'll remove the Izuku x Tsuyu, Ochaco, Momo ones and just put Izuku/Class 1A Girls. Still thinking

Chapter 58: Wrong Address, Right Guy Part 3

Summary:

Aiko never stayed long. Not after jobs. Not after feelings. But here she is again—barefoot in his kitchen, wearing one of his shirts, feeding him leftovers and stealing his hoodies like she belongs there.

And Izuku? He’s not stopping her.

Notes:

And WE. ARE. BACK. WITH. AIKO!

Fun fact this was originally 110 pages long. It's only 80 pages now. So welcome back to part 3 of Wrong Address Right Guy I do hope that I still bring Aiko the way you guys loved her when she was first introduced. I also do hope that the slow burn was earned and not rushed. I'm not really an expert when it comes to slow burn romance as I need to keep thinking if the actions makes sense

Now I do have a disclaimer or a warning. Some scenes feature Aiko after her work and during (Close to finishing), it's not entirely focused there for long as the intent is just to give you guys, the readers, on what Aiko's world is. I did put up some warnings and a line where it is safe so if you ever don't want to read that part or get uncomfortable you can just skip it and just go to where it is safe.

With that I hope you enjoy part 3.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Love was a funny thing.

Some people found it like they’d fallen into a cheesy romcom—fast, loud, stupid with dopamine. Some found it quietly, like water soaking into cloth, slow and unnoticed until everything felt different. Some lost it as fast as they found it. Some clung too tight and watched it rot. Some called it love when really it was possession. Some called it safety when it was just routine.

Aiko? She always wondered if she’d ever find the kind of love that made you stay .

Not the explosive, first-kiss, can’t-breathe kind. That came easy. That was body. That was heat. And she’d had that—hell, she'd sold that, wrapped it in lace and perfume and whispered it into trembling ears. She’d faked love so well that sometimes, even the men believed it.

But real love? The kind that makes you breathe easy. The kind you choose. That kind… never stayed with her.

There were boyfriends. Crushes. A few times she called it love just to make the falling feel softer. But nothing had ever made her want to stop moving. To be still.

And of course, she was thinking about all of this while sitting in a married man's bedroom, waiting for him to undress.

Ironic.

The hotel suite smelled like leather, money, and just a faint trace of betrayal. Soft jazz played from the speaker system. Classy. Intimate. Familiar.

She stood by the bed, backlit by low golden lamps. Her dress clung to her like a promise, scandalously high on the thigh, neckline a tease that dipped just low enough to invite. Nothing underneath, of course. That was the charm. Her tits—round, full, all-natural—lifted with each breath, barely contained by the satin. Hips tilted in that gentle arch that made men forget how to speak. Her ass? As perky and fuckable as always. Her slit—bare, warm, slick with a touch of lube for effect—rested behind the thinnest veil of silk. She always prepped. Always looked her best. Always ready.

“Still got it,” she murmured to herself with a lazy grin.

The door opened.

Ah. Right on time.

He was one of her regulars. Old money. Real estate. Influence. Married. Not unattractive, but nothing about him lingered once he was gone. Another man chasing something he couldn’t ask his wife for. Another man with trembling fingers and a checkbook fat enough to get what he wanted—until reality knocked.

“Evening,” she purred, stepping forward, heels clicking softly. “Miss me?”

He looked panicked.

Instead of greeting her with the usual kiss or polite grope, he opened his bag and handed her an envelope—fat, thick with apology.

“I—I’m so sorry,” he stammered. “She—my wife—she came home early. I didn’t know—she wasn’t supposed to—” He looked toward the living room, eyes wild. “You have to go. Fire escape. Now.”

Aiko blinked once. Then chuckled, slow and smoky. “No time for even a quick one?” She took a step closer, fingers brushing his chest. “Not even a taste?”

His breath hitched. For a second, his eyes lingered on her chest, on the soft rise and fall of her breasts against silk. She could see it—the twitch of his pants beneath the waistband of his trousers. A half-formed lust response. Reflexive. Tragic.

Then—

“Sweetheart? You left your phone in the car!”

A woman’s voice. Clear. Close.

He flinched like he'd been shot.

“Shitshitshit—go, please, I’m sorry, just—go!”

Aiko smirked. “As you wish.”

She slipped on her coat—long, black, effortlessly elegant—and stepped up to the window. The fire escape creaked under her heel as she climbed out, the city greeting her like an old friend. A breeze tugged at her hair, warm with summer and neon dust.

She’d done this too many times to count. Fire escapes were just part of the job. Honestly, she kind of liked them. Intimate in their own way. Less judgmental than lobby staff. Less stiff than elevators.

She adjusted her coat, not in a rush. This wasn’t shame. It was just done. Another night, another envelope, another man too scared to fuck her but desperate enough to pay.

Her boots clicked against the metal ladder as she descended into Tokyo’s ever-humming nightlife.

Billboards flickered overhead. One in particular caught her eye: a towering screen displaying Japan’s most beloved hero, fists raised mid-battle, green lightning sparking like a firework display.

DEKU: ALWAYS ON GUARD.

Aiko stopped on the last step, head tilting slightly.

There he was. That familiar mess of green curls, that stupid serious look he always wore in a fight. The careful movements. The clean hits. The absolute certainty in every step.

Izuku Midoriya.

She didn’t see a hero.

She saw the man who’d made her katsudon and let her fall asleep on his couch without expectation. The one who flinched more at her kindness than her tits. The one who gave her a key to his house like it was nothing—and somehow made it feel like everything.

Aiko reached into her purse, fingers brushing past gum, lipstick, folded bills.

Then she felt it.

Cold. Simple. Small.

The key.

She pulled it out and turned it between her fingers. Silver and dull and ordinary. And still—it made her smile.

Well. She’d already gotten dressed up for nothing. Might as well get something out of it.

She pocketed the key and hailed a cab.

“Where to?” the driver asked.

She didn’t even hesitate.

“Musutafu. Residential sector. I’ve got someone to visit.”

And maybe, if she was lucky, he hadn’t eaten yet.

 

He landed with a soft thud on the front step, boots crunching against gravel.

Izuku exhaled, shoulders slumping under the weight of the day—no, the week.

He loved his job. He really did. The saving, the helping, the kids waving from rooftops like he was some kind of star. That part never got old.

But lately?

God, lately had been brutal.

Villains cropping up like mushrooms after a storm. Petty crimes, big threats, then bigger threats with pettier motives. Impulse-driven fights with more collateral than intent. Not to mention the interns—well-meaning, bright-eyed, but either too gung-ho or completely lost. He wasn't blaming the schools, not entirely. Just... the whole system felt off this week. Out of rhythm. Too noisy. Too much.

He tugged off his gloves, reaching for his keys with the slow grace of a man ready to collapse face-first onto the couch.

Dinner? Maybe a slice of bread. Maybe.

His fingers brushed the knob—and paused.

It was already open.

His brain, despite the fog of exhaustion, clicked into gear instantly.

He moved.

No visible signs of forced entry. No broken windows. No tripped alarm. But he never forgot to lock his door. Not after the third time Hawks dropped by unannounced.

His body tensed, the hero in him overriding the bone-deep ache.

One step.

Another.

He crept through the hallway, back pressed to the wall, muscles coiled tight.

Then it hit him.

The smell.

Warm. Rich. Homemade. The kind of smell that lingered in old family kitchens. Miso and something buttery and something else that made his stomach growl despite the fatigue.

Wait.

Was the intruder... cooking?

He blinked. That couldn’t be right.

Then—footsteps. A faint shuffle. A head peeked out from around the kitchen doorway.

Hair up in a messy bun. Loose strands framing her face. Eyes gleaming. Lips curved.

“Aiko?” he said, voice cracking like a tired match.

“Yo,” she greeted casually, as if this was the most natural thing in the world. “Dinner’s almost ready. You look like you got hit by a truck made of anxiety.”

She stepped into view, barefoot, wearing one of his old T-shirts—way too big on her—and a pair of shorts that barely showed beneath the hem. She looked like she belonged here. Like she’d always been here.

Izuku just stared.

She smiled, soft and easy. “Welcome home, Izuku.”

He didn’t even get to answer.

His knees gave out.

“Wha—!” he managed, and barely caught himself with one hand on the wall before his face met hardwood.

“Shit—Midoriya!” Aiko gasped, already crouching beside him.

He waved a hand weakly, other still braced against the wall. “I’m fine. Just... tired. I guess.”

Aiko blinked, then settled onto her knees next to him, cocking her head like a cat examining a fallen cup. Her smile returned—teasing now.

“You guess?” she echoed, voice light. “Hero, your legs straight-up gave up. That wasn’t tired, that was body error 404.”

He let out a groan, dragging a hand down his face. “I didn’t think it was that bad.”

She leaned in slightly, eyes glinting.

“I mean, I know I’m hot and all, but usually guys don’t literally fall for me.”

He snorted despite himself. “That was terrible.”

“And yet,” she murmured, poking his chest lightly, “you’re still on the floor.”

Izuku chuckled, breath still a little shaky, and slowly pushed himself up. His legs wobbled like wet noodles but—miraculously—held. Barely.

Aiko rose with him, one hand on his arm just in case. “God, you really were about to faceplant, huh?” she murmured, brushing imaginary dust off his shoulder with a smirk. “And I’m only in a T-shirt and shorts. Imagine if I was in lingerie.”

“Please don’t,” Izuku groaned, hand clutched to his heart. “I’d die. Right here. Just—dead.”

She tilted her head, amused. “To be fair, you have seen me half-naked.”

He flushed instantly. “That was—! You—! I was trying not to look!”

“Oh, you looked,” she sing-songed, already spinning him gently by the shoulders. “Now go shower or change or whatever. I won’t peek.”

Minutes later, Izuku stepped out of his room, towel draped around his neck, hair still damp and sticking out in every direction. He rubbed at his scalp with one hand, yawning as he padded into the kitchen in a loose shirt and sweatpants.

He rounded the corner and paused.

Aiko stood at the stove, humming something tuneless, stirring a pan like she owned the place. Which—honestly—at this point, she kind of did. 

“Something smells good,” he said, walking in.

Aiko didn’t even glance back. “Nothing fancy. Just something simple. Good for a growing boy like you.”

Izuku blinked. “Do I really need more growing?”

She turned just enough to shoot him a smirk over her shoulder. “Nope. Height’s good. Other stuff? Also good.”

He coughed. “Wh—excuse me?!”

She grinned, flicking her wrist like she was shooing a fly. “Relax. It’s a compliment, Hero. Or are we pretending I haven’t seen the goods?”

“I—That was—! I was half-asleep!”

“Uh-huh. Sure.” She turned back to the stove, clearly enjoying herself. “What happened to the whole ‘immune to seduction’ act, huh?”

Izuku grumbled, opening a drawer just to do something. “It was unexpected. And I’m not immune. I’m just... acclimated.”

Aiko perked up at that. “Oh? So if I do this—” she tugged at the collar of her shirt, revealing the very top of her cleavage “—what happens?”

Izuku didn’t blink. His gaze went straight to her face and stayed there, expression flat.

She stared back. “Seriously?”

He shrugged. “Nice try.”

She narrowed her eyes. “God, you’re like flirting with a rock.”

“I had Mina in my class for three years. I’ve built an immunity.”

“Ohhh. Is that a challenge, Hero?” she leaned in, just a bit too close.

He immediately leaned back, bumping into the counter. “...I regret everything.”

“Damn right you do.” She tossed a spoon at him. “Now set the table. Food’s almost done.”

“Yes, chef,” he muttered, grabbing plates like a good soldier.

A few minutes later, the table was set, the food plated, and they both dropped into their chairs. Izuku took one bite and practically melted.

“This is so much better than anything I’ve made all week.”

Aiko smirked. “I wonder how long it’ll take before you’re fully addicted to my cooking.”

“Pretty sure I’m already there. I eat more of your food than mine at this point.”

She sipped from her glass. “Aw. Poor thing. My big strong hero boy, growing emotionally dependent on little ol’ me.”

“To be fair,” he said, mouth full, “you’re a really good cook.”

“Damn right I am.”

Izuku swallowed, then frowned a little. “Y’know… I should probably cook next time.”

Aiko blinked. “Wait. Hold on.”

He looked up.

She stared at him for a second, processing. “How many times have you actually cooked for me?”

He squinted. “Uhh…”

“I’m counting two.” She started holding up fingers. “That first time—curry, wrong address, strom, you letting me stay—classic. Then the time you gave me the key and made my favorite like it was a marriage proposal.”

“I wasn’t proposing!”

“Sure.” She stared harder. “And… that’s it. Isn’t it.”

“I might’ve cooked one other time?”

A beat.

Another beat.

Aiko leaned back in her chair. “Oh my God. I’ve been feeding you.”

“I mean—technically—”

“No, no, no.” She pointed her fork at him. “You’re hooked. You’ve been living off my food like a stray I picked up from a rainstorm.”

“You kind of did though.”

“I should be offended. But honestly?” She leaned in with a grin. “Feels powerful.”

Izuku just shook his head. “Next time, I’ll cook.”

“Uh-huh. Sure. Just remember, if I find a single grain of uncooked rice, I’m revoking your cooking privileges.”

“In my own house?”

She leaned in. “You handed me a key, sweetheart. That makes it a shared property. I have rights.”

Izuku chuckled, leaning back in his chair as he scooped up another bite. “God, I’ve created a monster.”

“You’re welcome.”

The last of the dishes clinked into the drying rack. A warm breeze floated in from the cracked window above the sink, carrying with it the distant hum of cicadas. Aiko stretched her arms overhead with a satisfied groan while Izuku leaned on the counter, glancing at the time on the wall clock.

“You heading home?” he asked, voice casual but a little tired. “Or… staying?”

Aiko tilted her head, lips pursed in thought. “Mmm… I might crash here. It’s pretty late anyway.” She padded over to the couch and gave it a dramatic pat. “Guess I’m reacquainting myself with the back-killer deluxe.”

Izuku blinked. “You’re really gonna sleep on the couch again?”

She gave him a look over her shoulder, brow arched. “What, you want me on the floor instead?”

“What?! No!” he sputtered.

A slow grin stretched across her face. “Ohhh... I get it. You wanna cuddle with me, huh?”

“Aiko—!” His face flushed, voice climbing to a panicked octave.

She cackled, brushing past him with a stretch and a yawn. “God, you’re too easy. It’s like poking a vending machine and watching it shake.”

Izuku huffed, scrubbing a hand through his hair but still smiling. “Anyway,” he said, tone shifting slightly back to earnest, “you can take the guest room.”

Her steps paused. She turned, eyeing him with mild surprise. “Guestroom? You mean the one reserved for your mom?”

“Yeah. She doesn’t stay over that often. I don’t think she left anything important in there, either.”

Aiko crossed her arms, head tilted in thought. “Huh. You sure?”

“I wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t.” His tone was simple, matter-of-fact. “You don’t have to sleep on the couch. It’s fine.”

She studied him for a beat longer, then nodded slowly. “Alright,” she said, softer now. “I won’t move anything around. You can trust me on that.”

“I know,” Izuku said, already heading down the hall. “I trust you.”

She watched him disappear around the corner.

That part wasn’t teasing. That part stayed with her.

Ten minutes later, the house had quieted. The lights were off except for the soft golden lamp in the hallway. Aiko opened the guest room door and stepped inside.

It was clean. Simple. A little too neat — clearly unused, but not untouched. The bedspread was a soft olive green, sheets crisp. There was a small stack of books on the side table, a quiet indicator that his mother must’ve visited once or twice. Aiko smiled faintly, toeing off her socks as she moved across the room.

She sat down on the edge of the bed and bounced once, testing it.

Definitely comfier than the couch. Firm, but not stiff. The kind of mattress that respected your spine.

She laid back with a slow sigh, the quiet settling in around her like a soft blanket. The ceiling above her was plain. White. Still.

I trust you.

The words played again in her mind, softer now, like a whisper tucked behind her ear. 

She smiled to herself.

“Finally,” she murmured, turning to her side and tugging the blanket over her shoulder. “A real bed.”

 

The alarm blared.

Izuku groaned and slapped at the screen until it fell mercifully silent. He lay there for a few seconds, staring at the ceiling, waiting for his brain to catch up with his body. It didn't. But time didn't care.

He sat up with a quiet sigh, rubbing the heel of his palm into one eye.

“Okay… let’s go over this.”

He muttered to himself, dragging his legs over the side of the bed.

“Patrol at 10. Debrief with Nezu. Paperwork, ugh. Oh, and that interview with Mt. Lady.”

His expression soured.

“That’s gonna be… something.”

He didn’t dislike Yu — she was great at what she did, and her popularity made her a media darling. But God, she was relentless. He was used to forward women by now, but Mt. Lady had a talent for consistency. If she didn’t open with a wink and some teasing line about how “cute” he looked in a tie, he’d eat his gauntlets.

Still half-asleep, he stood and shuffled toward the kitchen, intent on grabbing a light breakfast and getting some caffeine into his bloodstream before facing the world.

Except—he stopped.

His nose caught it first. The smell.

Something hot. Savory. Eggs, probably. Something pan-fried.

And then came the sound — a gentle sizzle, the kind that meant something was being done with care.

Izuku blinked.

He turned the corner into the kitchen, hand dragging through his hair—only to freeze in place.

Aiko stood in the morning light, barefoot on the cool tile. Her hair was a loose, sleep-ruffled mess, barely tied back. She stirred the pan with lazy ease, humming something tuneless under her breath.

She glanced over her shoulder when she heard him step in.

“Morning,” she said, voice light. “You’re just in time to not help.”

He didn’t answer right away. Just stood there. Not staring just… taking it in.

No makeup. No posing. No teasing smirk (yet). Just her. His shirt, his kitchen, his space.

And for some reason, he didn’t mind it.

Didn’t feel the need to say something. Didn’t feel surprised. Just… noticed it.

Aiko tilted her head. “You good?”

He blinked. “Huh? Yeah. Just… tired.”

She gave him a look, then went back to stirring. “Sure. Definitely not staring like a man who forgot what a woman looks like in the morning.”

“I wasn’t staring.”

“Okay.” She tapped the pan. “You were observing very intensely.”

He scratched the back of his neck. “It’s my shirt.”

“And?”

“...Where did you even get that?”

Aiko jabbed the spatula toward the chair in the corner — The Chair . The one with the pile. The shame pile. Clean-ish clothes in eternal limbo.

Izuku flinched. “Not the chair.”

“Absolutely the chair. You left it undefended. I claimed it by squatters’ rights.”

He groaned, dragging a hand over his face. “That was my training shirt…”

“And now it’s my cooking outfit. You live alone, not in a cave. Learn laundry discipline.”

“I do laundry!”

“You sort laundry. You live in the pile.”

Izuku let out a slow breath and shook his head. “I’m taking a shower.”

She grinned without looking as he retreated down the hall. “Don’t slip,” she called out. “I’m not giving you mouth-to-mouth unless there’s tongue.”

“AIKO!”

His yelp echoed down the hallway.

She chuckled to herself, flipping the eggs with a flick of the wrist.

He turned, still half-asleep, but his thoughts stuck to the scene he’d just walked into. Not in a flustered way. Not in a confused way.

Just… a quiet note in the back of his head.

This didn’t feel weird.

 

Izuku adjusted his collar and double-checked the contents of his bag. Tablet? Check. Clean gloves? Check. Enough emotional fortitude to deal with Mt. Lady’s inevitable flirt barrage? Debatable.

He stepped toward the door when Aiko’s voice chimed casually from behind.

“Hey—mind if I hang out for a bit?”

He turned halfway, raising a brow. She stood there barefoot, casually nibbling on a cracker, his hoodie hanging off one shoulder like she owned the place.

“Just a couple hours,” she added. “Might raid your snacks. Maybe judge your pantry again.”

Izuku blinked. “Just… don’t finish the yogurt.”

Aiko grinned. “No promises.”

He sighed, defeated, already knowing she’d eat it anyway. “Alright. Lock the door before you leave, turn off anything that hums or hisses. Don’t burn my house down.”

“I’ve cooked in your kitchen more than you have, Midoriya,” she said, crossing her arms. “If anything, I should be telling you that.”

He rolled his eyes and turned toward the door.

But then…

“Have fun at work, hun.”

He stopped mid-step.

Turned.

Aiko was smiling.

And before he could process it, she walked over, slipped her arms around his neck, and pulled him down.

Wait. What.

His heart launched into overdrive. She stopped just short of his lips, maybe an inch away—close enough that he could feel the warmth of her breath, see the flecks of gold in her eyes.

His brain ceased all function.

Then—

She snorted.

A second later, she broke into a full laugh, practically hanging off him as she wheezed. “Oh my God, you should’ve seen your face.”

Izuku stood there, mouth still slightly open, half folded at the waist like his body had never fully recovered.

She wiped a fake tear from her eye and leaned back just enough to breathe. “So?” she asked between breaths. “How was the wife experience?”

He blinked.

“I—what?”

“That good, huh?”

“…I’m going now.”

“Bye, husband~”

He groaned as he stepped outside and shut the door behind him. His legs launched him into the sky with muscle memory more than intention.

But halfway to his agency, the memory replayed.

Her breath. Her eyes. That laugh.

And the smirk right after.

His foot clipped a windowsill. He nearly face-planted into someone’s rooftop garden.

Catching himself just in time, Izuku muttered into the wind:

“…That woman’s gonna be the death of me.”

And somehow, the thought didn’t even bother him.

 

Izuku landed softly on the rooftop of his agency, the gentle thud of his boots barely echoing over the concrete. He took a breath, brushing stray hair out of his face, and patted himself dowt. Wallet, notebook, snacks. All good.

He made his way down the stairwell, heading for his office. The hallway was quiet. Peaceful.

Until he rounded the corner.

And stopped.

Right in front of his door stood two of his junior sidekicks—clearly in the middle of an intense make-out session. They were locked at the lips, bodies pressed close, like this was a love scene from a drama. It took a beat for Izuku’s brain to register what he was seeing.

The girl opened her eyes—and immediately shoved the guy off her. He stumbled, barely catching himself on the wall as both of them turned bright red.

The guy’s eyes widened when he saw who was standing there.

“Sir Deku!” he snapped to attention.

The girl followed suit, straightening her jacket and smoothing her hair like she hadn’t just been sucking face thirty seconds ago.

Izuku blinked once. Then again.

Then—he chuckled.

“Romance is fine,” he said lightly, slinging his hero bag over his shoulder, “just… maybe not in front of my door during work hours.”

“Yes, sir!” they yelped in unison, scrambling like scared interns before disappearing around the corner in opposite directions.

Izuku shook his head, smile still lingering as he stepped into his office. The door clicked shut behind him. It was quiet again.

He exhaled.

Sat down.

Booted up his computer.

A few tabs opened—reports, patrol logs, footage from the downtown fight yesterday. He reached for his pen—

His phone lit up.

A message.

From Aiko.

👩‍🍳 [Image Attachment: Aiko holding up one of his limited-edition All Might-themed protein bars, lips curled in a smug smile.]

👩‍🍳 Aiko: Stealing one of your snacks. Sue me. 😘 I’m heading out in a few. Left dinner in the fridge. Just heat it up, hero.

Izuku stared at the photo for a moment.

Then typed back:

🥦 Izuku : Thanks. And I was saving that protein bar, but… I’ll allow it.

He smiled.

Just a small one.

Quiet.

His eyes drifted back to the photo—her in his kitchen, casually texting him, like it was normal. 

He opened a new tab.

Paused.

Then, for no reason at all, he searched:

Simple Dishes for two

Days flew by in an instant. A blur of things. Wake up. Go to work. Come home. Sleep. Rinse and repeat.

That was mostly what happened.

He says mostly—because Izuku’s days had taken an interesting turn lately. Nothing bad. Just... unexpected.

Aiko had become a constant part of his home. She dropped by after work, or whenever she felt like it, or when she was bored in her apartment and remembered he existed.

Once, he asked—just casually—why she didn’t stay in her own place more.

She pouted at him. “You getting tired of me already, Hero?”

He panicked. Immediately. No. Absolutely not. He was just curious. Totally, absolutely, scientifically curious.

She laughed at him, then gave him her real answer: "My place gets boring sometimes. Yours has better company."

Izuku stared at her for a moment. Then shrugged. Fair enough.

There were times she invited him to her apartment too—usually under the pretense of “helping her eat all this food she accidentally made for two.”

She blamed that on him.  “I’ve gotten used to cooking for two people, okay? It’s your fault, deal with it.”

He didn’t argue. Said he’d eat anything she gave him as compensation.

"Ah yes, your reward is eating my cooking. Such a harsh punishment, Hero."

Still, she never stopped doing it.

Then came the fated day.

Izuku cooking. For Aiko. 

Gods help him.

Now, don’t get him wrong—he’s cooked before. He knows his way around the kitchen. He lives alone. He can make a decent curry, has a few rice-based tricks, knows how to not die of starvation.

But this?

This felt like something else.

Something at stake.

Pride. That he could at least measure up to her. Not just as a man. But as a man she stayed with. Ate with. Laughed with.

Today’s choice: something Italian. A dish he made once in the past, but had quietly been researching all week. Watching videos. Reading reviews. Rewatching videos. Asking Rody for tips. (Rody did not shut up about basil.)

He had it all prepped. Sauce simmering. Pasta water boiling. Garlic chopped. Phone balanced against the sugar container like a holy script.

Aiko meanwhile was sitting at the counter, chin in hand, watching with a teasing glint in her eye.

"Should I get the fire extinguisher now or wait until there’s visible flames?"

Izuku didn’t even look up. “I’ll be fine.”

"Famous last words, Chef Midoriya."

Still, she stayed. Quiet…for the most part. Watching. Curious.

What she noticed, more than anything else, was how meticulous he was.

He followed the recipe to the letter. Checked the measurements twice. Measured salt like he was diffusing a bomb. Stirred with the kind of care she usually reserved for skincare routines.

He even swatted her hand away when she tried to sneak a taste.

"Not yet," he muttered.

A few minutes passed. The smell hit first. Rich. Herby. Garlicky in all the best ways. Tomato. Wine. Something buttery and warm blooming through the air.

Aiko raised an eyebrow. Then both.

“…Well, damn,” she said, sniffing the air. “That actually smells good.”

Izuku shot her a smug look. “Told you I can cook.”

She leaned back in her seat, crossing one leg over the other with a lazy smile. “Good. Because I deserve to be spoiled.”

He snorted. “For what?”

She gasped, clutching her chest like he had offended her ancestors.

“For being absolutely gorgeous every day. Do you know how hard it is to maintain this level of aesthetic excellence? I am a public service.”

He gave her a long, skeptical glance as he plated the food. “Really? And here I thought it was effortless.”

Aiko grinned. “Oh, it is. But effort goes into being this effortless. You wouldn’t understand.”

Izuku chuckled, finally setting the plate in front of her with a dramatic little flourish.

“Your highness,” he said dryly.

She peered down at the dish. Pasta al pomodoro, artfully arranged. Garnished. There was even a sprig of basil. Show-off.

She took the first bite—paused—then blinked.

“…Wait. Why is this actually good?”

Izuku sat down across from her, chin in his palm, eyes watching.

“Well?”

She narrowed her eyes. Chewed slowly. Then muttered:

“Damn it. I might keep you around.”

Izuku let out a soft laugh as he leaned back in his seat, chopsticks still in hand. “Do I need to be worried about you putting a leash on me?”

Aiko didn’t miss a beat. She smiled—slow, sharp, and far too amused. “Unless you’re into that. Then I don’t mind pulling out a few toys for you.”

He choked a little. “...Please tell me you’re joking.”

“Am I?” She leaned forward, resting her chin on her palm, that same dangerous smile still curling at her lips.

He wasn’t sure if she was bluffing or testing him. Possibly both. Knowing Aiko, definitely both.

The tension cracked when a knock hit the door.

Izuku froze. He wasn’t expecting anyone.

He opened his mouth to call out—but the voice beat him to it.

“Izuku, sweetheart? It’s me!”

His brain stalled.

Great.

Aiko looked up at him from across the table, half-curious, half-cautious. “Who is it?”

Izuku glanced at the door like it had betrayed him. “My mom.”

Aiko blinked. “Oh.”

He stood quickly, smoothing his shirt out as he made his way to the front door. Cracking it open slightly, he peeked outside.

There she was.

Inko Midoriya, still as round-faced and soft-eyed as ever. There were more laugh lines now, a few grays at her temples, but her warmth hadn't changed. She smiled the second she saw him.

“Hi, sweetheart—”

“Hey, Mom,” he said, trying not to sound like he was low-key panicking. “Uh… can you wait just a second?”

She tilted her head, curious. “Is this a bad time? Do you have a guest?”

“Yeah, but it’s not a bad time,” Izuku assured her quickly. “I just need to ask something first.”

Inko gave a light hum and nodded. “Alright.”

He closed the door gently and turned around.

Aiko was already standing at the edge of the hallway, arms crossed, her expression unreadable but vaguely amused.

“Want me to sneak out the window or hide in the closet?”

Izuku rubbed the back of his neck. “No, you don’t need to do that.”

He hesitated.

She raised an eyebrow.

He scratched his cheek, eyes flicking briefly toward the door before drifting back to Aiko.

It’s not like it’d be weird for his mom to meet her. Inko’s met his friends before. She even met his ex once. And Aiko… well, Aiko’s kind of just always around now. Cooking, texting, stealing his snacks, curled up on his couch with a movie halfway through.

His eyes met hers. Still calm. Still watching him with that unreadable little smile.

He cleared his throat. “Hey, umm… is it okay if…”

“If…?”

“If I introduce you to my mom?”

Blink.

Blink.

Aiko stared at him. “Care to say that again?”

Izuku shifted a little, but his voice stayed steady. “Would it be all right if I introduced you to my mom?”

There was a beat.

“…Well damn,” Aiko said, exhaling as she lightly patted her chest. “This is moving too fast, Izuku. You could’ve at least courted me first.”

He looked alarmed. “Wha—?”

She sighed dramatically. “But meeting the parents so soon? Next thing you’re telling me is to prepare for our wedding.”

“Aiko—!”

She broke into a laugh, the tension in the air evaporating like steam from a kettle. After a second, she relaxed, her tone turning soft.

“Relax, hero. Just messing around.” She pushed off the wall and started heading toward the stairs. “I don’t mind meeting your mom. Just let me freshen up and change. Don’t want my first impression to be shorts and a t-shirt.”

As she disappeared upstairs, Izuku let out a slow sigh, ran a hand through his hair, and returned to the door. He opened it and stepped aside, letting his mother in.

“Sorry for making you wait outside,” he said sheepishly.

Inko waved him off. “No, no, I should be apologizing. I didn’t mean to just drop in like this.”

She reached into her bag and pulled out a familiar container. “I brought cookies. If I’d known you had company, I would've made more.”

“Ah—thanks. And yeah, she’s just freshening up.”

Inko paused mid-step. “She?”

Izuku gave a small nod, then glanced toward the kitchen. “You haven’t eaten yet, right? I cooked something earlier, if you’re hungry.”

Before she could answer, soft footsteps came from the stairs.

Aiko stepped into view, wearing fitted jeans and a soft turtleneck sweater, her hair brushed out and makeup touched up just enough to look effortless. She met Inko’s eyes and offered a polite bow.

“Good afternoon. I’m Aiko Utsukishima,” she said, voice warm and even. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

For a few seconds, Inko said nothing.

Not because she was being rude—but because her brain was currently undergoing a full system reboot. Emergency analysis mode had been activated.

Izuku. Cooking.

A woman. In his home.

Izuku’s panicked voice when he opened the door. The closed-off tone. The delay.

There was only one conclusion.

Her son was dating someone.

Oh. My. God.

While Inko was internally spiraling in celebratory mom-code silence, Izuku had a completely different crisis happening.

He was staring at Aiko.

Not in awe. Not in embarrassment. But with a sudden, slow-spreading realization that knocked him slightly off balance.

Aiko caught his look. “What?”

“I just realized,” he said slowly. “I never asked for your last name.”

She stared. Then snorted. And laughed.

He flushed. “Seriously! I’m not trying to be rude—it just never came up!”

“Hero,” she said between chuckles, “we’ve been hanging out for how long?”

Izuku rubbed the back of his neck. “More than a month…”

Aiko gave him that same teasing smile—the one that always made him feel like he was being outmaneuvered in a conversation.“And you’re only now realizing you’ve been on a first-name basis with me since day one?”

“Well,” he mumbled, “you introduced yourself as Aiko, and I just… kept calling you that.”

She shrugged. “Meh. Not that I mind. Honestly, it’d feel weird if you start using my last name.”

Izuku tried it “Utsukishima-san” he instantly frowned.

“Utsukishima-san” she echoed, wrinkling her nose. “Yeah. No. Sounds like a tax consultant.”

He groaned, and she bumped his shoulder with hers.

“Stick with Aiko,” she said, softer this time.

And through all of this, Inko stood there silently, clutching the cookie container a little tighter, holding back tears of maternal pride. Her baby boy had someone. And by the way they spoke to each other—like they were stuck in the same quiet rhythm—this wasn’t new.

They’d been doing this for a while.

Aiko turned to her with that same gentle smile, the kind that felt both polite and oddly natural.

“Have you had lunch yet, Midoriya-san?” she asked. “We were just about to start.”

Minutes later, Izuku wasn’t sure what was more jarring.

The sight of his mother and Aiko sitting together at the table, chatting like old friends. Or the fact that Aiko was behaving completely differently from how she acted with him.

Inko had barely sat down before complimenting Aiko’s sweater, calling her beautiful and radiant and well-mannered—and Aiko? She handled it with practiced ease. Her laughter was lighter, her posture subtly polished, every gesture calm and measured.

And the moment Aiko grabbed an extra plate and started serving food for Inko, the conversation just… flowed.

Izuku stared, still chewing, trying to figure out what dimension he’d accidentally stepped into.

Aiko caught the look. “What?”

“Nothing,” he said, setting down his chopsticks. “You’re just… different with my mom.”

She smiled. Not smug. Not teasing. Just real. “That’s because you’re special,” she said simply. “Whatever I am to you? That’s just for you.”

He blinked at that.

Then rolled his eyes with a smile. “Glad to be special, then.”

Aiko leaned in slightly. “Quit whining, big baby. You can take my roughness.”

From across the table, Inko smiled into her tea, eyes flicking between the two of them. She didn’t say a word. Not yet.

Instead, while they chatted, she quietly scanned the room.

It was different from the last time she visited.

There was more life here. More warmth. A small plant near the window. A blanket over the couch that wasn’t his usual style. Mugs on the drying rack with cute little cartoon characters—definitely not Izuku’s.

She opened the fridge casually. A snack on the shelf she knew for a fact he never bought. The spice rack was full—more variety than he ever used to have.

This wasn’t just him living alone anymore.

Her son had a rhythm with someone now.

She sat back at the table and glanced at Aiko. “Take care of him for me, will you?”

Aiko blinked, eyes widening slightly. Then she smiled.

“I will,” she said. “I’ve kinda been doing that already, honestly. Mostly feeding him.”

Izuku perked up, lightly defensive. “Not all the time.”

Aiko raised an eyebrow.

He deflated a little. “…Okay. Maybe a few times.”

Inko chuckled softly, turning her attention to him now.

“And you, young man,” she said, tone slipping into that practiced-mom level of stern, “you’d better take care of her. I didn’t raise a man who disregards a woman.”

Hours passed quicker than either of them expected.

By the time Inko stood to leave, the sky had started to darken. Izuku offered to drive her home, but she just waved him off with a fond smile, saying she could take care of herself.

And now here they were again.

Back in the kitchen, sleeves rolled, the clink of dishes filling the comfortable silence between them. Aiko scrubbed. Izuku dried.

“You’re mother’s nice,” Aiko said, rinsing a plate.

“She is,” Izuku replied, towel in hand. “And she likes you.”

That made Aiko chuckle. “Oh, I know. I like her too. She’s like you, but more bubbly. I can see where you got your whole ‘golden retriever who says sorry too much’ thing.”

He snorted. “Yeah, Mom’s always been there for me. Even when I didn’t have my quirk. She never let me feel small.” His voice softened. “She was always… cheery.”

There was a pause. Then, quietly, he asked, “How about you and your folks?”

Aiko shrugged as she set a glass in the drying rack. “My mom died giving birth to me. Dad died during a villain incident when I was still little. My aunt took me in after that.”

Izuku glanced at her, towel paused mid-air. “...Sorry. I didn’t mean to bring up anything painful.”

“It’s fine,” she said simply. “It doesn’t hurt the same anymore. Plus, I love my aunt. She’s loud, overly affectionate, taught me how to do eyeliner and taxes. Gave me a life I didn’t think I’d have.”

Izuku smiled and slid the last plate into the rack. “Well… maybe next time you can introduce me to her.”

Aiko raised an eyebrow. Then smirked. “Maybe I will. Though fair warning—she’s very… forward.”

“How forward?”

“She’ll probably hit on you.”

Izuku blinked. “Well, if she’s anything like you, I’ll survive.”

Aiko gave a sharp laugh and shook her head. “Good luck with that, hero.”

She glanced at the clock. It wasn’t late, not really—but the idea of going back to her place, getting on the train, and ending her day alone felt... unnecessary.

“Hey,” she said, wiping her hands on a towel. “I’m crashing here again.”

“Sure,” Izuku replied without missing a beat. “At this point, you might as well move in.”

Aiko tossed the towel onto the counter, arching a brow. “Don’t tempt me, hero.”



⚠️ Aiko at work Scene Warning⚠️ 

Weeks later, somewhere in Tokyo. 

The luxury suite was thick with heat and breath. Sighs melted into groans, some low and satisfied, others loose with exhaustion. Naked bodies lay scattered across velvet and silk—limbs tangled, backs arched lazily over furniture, skin still flushed from effort.

One older woman stretched with a deep, catlike yawn, her voice husky from pleasure and wine. “Told you. She’s an elite for a reason.”

A chuckle came from the chaise. A man, younger, his hair sticking to his forehead as he caught his breath. “Last time I had that much fun was with one of my maids,” he said, almost wistful. “Damn, she was fine.”

Another groaned from the floor, still on his back. “Can’t feel my legs.”

They laughed together—weakly, breathlessly. The kind of laughter that only followed release, indulgence, and the slow unraveling of restraint.

No one noticed Aiko had already slipped away.

She rose from the tangle of sheets with fluid grace, offering a lazy wave over her shoulder. A slow turn of her head, a smile that didn’t overpromise, and a kiss blown mid-step as she disappeared into the adjoining bathroom.

The water was already running by the time she untied her hair.

Steam curled around her, fogging the mirrors as she stepped beneath the spray. Her fingers ran through her scalp, the sting of heat washing over her shoulders and down her back, rinsing away the stick of sweat and spit and pleasure.

Another job. Another night.

Not a hard one. Not the easiest either. Group bookings were rare, but they paid well. Especially when it was a curated party like this—rich, well-connected, indulgent.

A hostess had arranged it. Called in her favorites. Aiko was among them.

She’d performed like she always did—confident, generous, aware. She let their mouths map her out, let their fingers trail her curves like they owned them, let their cocks slide between her thighs with that practiced rhythm of someone who knew how to make it feel like heaven, even when it wasn’t.

It wasn’t love. It wasn’t connection. It was a dance. And Aiko? Aiko had always been a stunning dancer.

They’d been handsy. Not sloppy, not careless—just eager. Hungry in that rich-boy way where they paid for the illusion of ownership. Their hands memorized her body like they could take it home. Gripping her waist. Digging into her thighs. One of them had practically clawed at her hips with a possessive groan every time he bottomed out.

She could still feel where fingers had curled into her skin. Bruises blooming like little trophies.

She nursed her body under the shower, rolling her neck slowly. Damn, they went rough.

Her shoulder ached in that specific way that meant she’d held a certain position too long. She snorted to herself, fingers massaging into the tightness. She’d give it to that one guy—he actually managed to make her climax. Once. Not bad. Still probably luck.

Her thumb dug into a knot. Her back tensed under the spray. It wasn’t pain. Just strain.

“You’re muscles are stiff.”

A voice, sudden in memory. Familiar. Soft.

She blinked.

Izuku.

The memory crept up gently—uninvited, but not unwelcome. A few days ago, in her apartment. He’d come over, as usual. She fed him, obviously, then launched into a full-blown rant about a fanfic rewrite of her favorite movie. The author had completely missed the point, siding with the rich jerk who ruined the protagonist’s life.

Izuku listened, laughing in the right places, tossing in a few comments, just enough to encourage her fire.

Somehow, that led to him massaging her shoulders.

His hands were warm. Soft with callouses. Focused, gentle, a little unsure at first but not hesitant. He touched her like she mattered. 

She remembered leaning into it, letting her eyes slip closed as his thumbs worked a knot loose beneath her neck.

“Yep. I’m definitely keeping you.”

He’d just hummed in response. Focused. Present.

Her fingers drifted instinctively to the same spot he’d touched. She could still feel the warmth there if she imagined hard enough.

She let the thought linger for a second longer. Then exhaled and reached for the shampoo.

Back to the job.

Just as the thought passed, lips brushed over her shoulder. Soft. Familiar in a different way.

The hostess had joined her in the steam. Bare skin against bare skin, arms sliding around her waist with a practiced ease. She giggled into Aiko’s ear.

“Mmm… thank you for tonight,” she whispered. “But it seems I’m not quite finished.”

Aiko smiled, the shift almost immediate. She stepped back into her persona like slipping into silk.

She turned, lips brushing a damp collarbone. Her voice dropped, velvet and coaxing.

“And what would you like, ma’am?”

“The usual,” the woman purred.

Aiko’s smile deepened. Her hands moved on their own. A kiss to the neck. Then lower. And lower.

The hostess sighed.

Just another job.

Just like the usual.

 

🟢 You’re safe again after this marker🟢 

 

A few cities away, Izuku stared up at the night sky.

Still in hero costume.

Still technically on patrol.

But his mind wasn’t on the streets tonight.

The stars barely peeked through the city glow—blurred and distant, like the rest of his thoughts. Below, the city pulsed with sound: the low thrum of cars, neon signs buzzing, the occasional shout drifting upward. All of it muffled.

Then came a voice behind him.

“Yo.”

Izuku turned.

Miruko stood a few meters back, boots planted solid on the rooftop, arms crossed. The silver sheen of her prosthetics gleamed under the moonlight, and her eyes gleamed just as sharply. Her smirk said she already knew he wasn’t paying attention.

“You gonna keep gazing longingly at the stars,” she asked, “or are you gonna do some actual patrolling, hero?”

He blinked. “Sorry. Just… thinking.”

She walked toward him, slow and relaxed, hips shifting with purpose. Her ears flicked forward slightly. Interest.

“Oh yeah?” she said. “Thinking about what?”

“Nothing,” he answered, a little too fast.

That made her grin.

She stepped close, really close—just inside his space without invading it. Her arms unfolded, one prosthetic hand coming up to rest gently on his chest like she was testing his armor’s durability.

“C’mon, Deku,” she purred, voice dropping half a register. “Don’t play dumb. That’s my thing.”

He swallowed, tried to shift back a little—but she leaned with him, casual, grinning.

“You sure you don’t want to share?” she asked, tilting her head. “Could be something juicy.”

Her elbow slid across his chest, not hard, just anchoring herself as she leaned in further—face only inches from his now.

Izuku raised both hands in the air in the most awkward surrender ever. “It’s really not a big deal. Just spaced out.”

Miruko's nose scrunched, unconvinced. “Tch. That’s no fun.”

Then her eyes narrowed slightly.

“You sure it’s not a certain someone keeping you up at night?”

He blinked again, caught off guard.

“Wait—what?”

She smirked. “That flinch says yes.”

“I didn’t flinch!”

“You totally flinched.”

He opened his mouth—then promptly shut it.

Before he could even start digging himself deeper, a familiar voice interrupted.

“Miruko, kindly stop traumatizing the poor boy.”

Ryukyu landed with practiced grace. Calm, composed, elegant—as always. She gave Izuku a nod before raising a brow at the bunny hero.

“We’re here to patrol. Not flirt.”

Miruko didn’t even blink. “Flirting’s part of my process, Ryu.”

She finally eased off him, stepping back with a mock salute. Izuku gave Ryukyu a grateful wave, face still warm.

The two women started bickering good-naturedly, trading sharp comments like seasoned teammates who didn’t know how to speak softly.

Izuku didn’t listen. Not really.

His hand drifted to his chest. Right where Miruko’s elbow had rested. Her presence lingered, faint but noticeable.

And for a brief second… he saw Aiko’s face.

Not Miruko. Not anyone else.

Aiko, laughing at one of her own jokes. Aiko leaning in too close just to see him squirm. Aiko telling him, with zero hesitation, that she was “definitely keeping him.”

Izuku stared back out at the city lights, the faintest smile tugging at his lips.

“Maybe I’ll get off work early today.”

 

A few hours later his agency was in total chaos.

Not because of a villain alert. Not because someone tripped the building’s security systems again. And not because the intern fridge mysteriously gained sentience a second time and started demanding tribute in the form of energy drinks.

No—this was something much rarer.

Izuku Midoriya was going home. Early. Voluntarily.

An intern dropped their tablet in shock.

“Sir! Deku! He’s—he’s—”

“Walking out the door,” someone whispered in horror. “He didn’t even take a file with him…”

“He left his office before sunset. Before sunset!”

“Was he… fired?!”

“No, idiot! He owns the agency!”

The panic rippled across the floor like a small natural disaster. People sprinted down the hallways. One of the sidekicks started checking the calendar. Another was already dialing emergency contacts.

“There’s a 30% chance he’s been cloned.”

“No, it’s a doppelgänger. The real one’s probably tied up in a locker somewhere.”

“I think he’s injured—he’s walking too calmly. That’s suspicious.”

“I heard he fell in love.”

Gasps echoed.

Even the janitor stopped sweeping.

“...So it’s true.”

Through it all, Izuku just walked, helmet under his arm, steps casual, brow slightly furrowed like he was trying to remember if he left the stove on.

“Midoriya-sama! Are you okay?!”

He paused at the elevator.

Turned to face them.

The crowd stilled like a pack of scared woodland creatures.

He blinked once.

“I’m just going home.”

The doors opened. He stepped inside.

The doors closed.

Screaming resumed.

Minutes later he was back home. The soft click of the door behind him was familiar. Automatic.

Izuku stepped inside, loosening his collar, dropping his gloves into the tray by the entrance. His boots came off next with practiced ease. No rush. No fanfare.

The lights flicked on with a soft hum.

Same hallway. Same little entry shelf where he dropped his keys. Same faint scuff on the wall where he bumped into it once in a rush.

But something about the air felt… quieter.

Not in a lonely kind of way.

Just—still.

He stood there for a second, shoulder pressed lightly to the doorframe, eyes drifting across the space. Nothing was missing. The cottage was exactly as it always was.

No faint humming from the kitchen. No distant shuffle of feet upstairs. No scent of something simmering on the stove or incense burning in a small corner dish that a certain someone swore “just helped set the mood.”

Just quiet.

Izuku exhaled through his nose and moved to the fridge, hand brushing his hair back as he opened the door.

A container sat in the center. Neatly sealed. Labeled.

There was a sticky note on top:

Heat up—not burn. If you burn it, I’m taking all your hoodies. —A 

A small laugh pushed past his lips. Yeah, that tracked.

He pulled out the container, set it down, and grabbed his phone. One picture later, he was already typing.

Meanwhile, Aiko had just kicked her heels into the corner of her apartment when her phone buzzed. She sighed, unhooking her earrings with one hand and checking the screen.

It was a message from Izuku.

🥦:[Image attachment: a container of her homemade curry, sitting smugly on his countertop.]

🥦 Izuku : If I burn it, can I offer a massage instead of losing my hoodies?

She stared.

Then she grinned.

👩‍🍳 Aiko: Depends. Are we talking real massage or “oops, my hands slipped, let’s make out” massage?

She chuckled already imagining his flushed face and typed something before he malfunctions

👩‍🍳 Aiko: Kidding. Mostly. You owe me one either way. I’m charging interest.

🥦 Izuku: Fine. One massage. And I get to keep my hoodies.

👩‍🍳 Aiko: I get one hoodie. Collateral. I’ll consider a trade if the massage’s good.

 

Weeks flew by after that, blurring into something neither of them fully defined—maybe because they didn’t realize it, or maybe because they did and just didn’t care enough to question it.

Some days, Aiko would hang around his house even while he was at work. He always knew, thanks to the steady stream of texts.

“You’re out of eggs. Again.”

“You seriously still haven’t replaced that scratched-up pan? I’m filing a complaint.”

“I moved the spice rack. It was offensive. You’re welcome.”

It got to the point that she started doing his laundry—with his permission, of course.

He told her she didn’t have to.

She told him he was right. But, in her words, “The woman in me can’t stand that mess. You owe me a massage and dinner. Preferably expensive.”

It wasn’t just his place either. Sometimes he’d find himself in her apartment, invited with some flimsy excuse.

Dinner. A movie. A recipe she was testing. Or just “Come over. I need someone to yell about this show to.”

Which led to tonight.

Izuku sat on the couch beside her, adjusting a pillow behind his back as the opening scene played on the TV.

“I can’t believe you talked me into this,” Aiko muttered, eyeing the screen like it had betrayed her.

“You’ll like it,” Izuku said, settling in beside her.

“…Is this revenge for all the times I dragged you into movie night?” she asked, side-eying him. “Am I going to be hit with trivia the size of a textbook?”

“What? No!” He frowned. “This movie’s great, I promise.”

“Oh, I don’t doubt that,” Aiko said, curling a leg under herself. “I trust your taste in movies. I’m just wondering how you managed to get me to watch an All Might movie.”

“…Dinner at your favorite restaurant,” he mumbled, “and a foot massage.”

“Ah, right,” she said, nodding. “Plus one of your hoodies.”

He turned his head toward her. “Why do you keep taking my hoodies?”

“Because they’re comfortable.”

“You could just buy one.”

“It’s not the same.” She looked at him like he’d suggested eating soup with a fork. “You wouldn’t understand, Izuku.”

She shifted a bit on the couch, tucking her feet under her. “Also—that black hoodie you look good in? Yeah, that’s mine now.”

Izuku groaned and slumped into the cushions, eyes returning to the screen. “Unbelievable.”

The movie had just entered its second act. A spin-off dramatization of All Might’s early days—not a documentary, not action-heavy, but romantic. Heavy on choices. Emotional weight. Sacrifice.

Izuku had watched it before. He knew the beats, the dialogue. The moment the hero is torn between continuing his dangerous work… or choosing the woman he loves.

The woman never demands he stay. She never says it outright.

But the tension is there—quiet and constant. Where does his heart lie?

It was one of Izuku’s favorite All Might adaptations. Tonight, he was just in the mood. And maybe, because it leaned more on the romance than heroism, he figured Aiko would be in the mood too.

She was.

Aiko was surprisingly focused, eyes glued to the screen. Every few scenes she’d scoff or mutter a sarcastic comment—then immediately rant about how that’s exactly how it is. Her takes were sharp. Witty. On point.

And then—halfway through—she shivered. Slight. Barely noticeable.

But Izuku noticed.

Without a word, he stood and disappeared down the hall.

Aiko barely glanced up, assuming he went to the bathroom or something. She kept watching, immersed in the moment where the lead couple argued over trust and secrets, passion pulled taut between them.

Then something soft draped over her shoulders.

She blinked, looking down at the blanket now wrapped around her.

Behind her, Izuku adjusted it carefully, smoothing it out before sliding back onto the couch.

He caught her staring.

“What?” he asked, one brow raised.

“…Nothing,” Aiko said, a little slower than usual. “Just didn’t know you were such a gentleman.”

Izuku rolled his eyes. “I’m always a gentleman.”

“Uh-huh,” she said. “You’re practically taking care of me now. What’s next—spoiling me?”

“Pretty sure I already do,” he shot back. “Dinner, massages, endless hoodie donations.”

She snorted. “I spoiled you first. Don’t forget who got you addicted to homemade food.”

He tilted his head. “Okay, fine. What else do you want, then?”

She looked at him for a moment. A half-smile on her lips. Not coy. Not teasing. Just... soft.

“I’ll let you know,” she murmured. “Once I think of something.”

They let that sit between them.

Minutes passed. The movie neared its climax.

Onscreen, the fictionalized All Might faced his choice—heroics or the woman who represented peace in a world that never gave him any. The answer came with the weight of the world: he chose the mission. Chose duty. But the scene didn’t end with her walking away.

She stayed.

Because even if he was a hero first, she was the home he chose to come back to.

The final shot was quiet. No music. Just him returning, exhausted, and her opening the door.

No words exchanged. Just that look. That silence that said everything.

Aiko’s lips curled into a soft, unreadable smile as the credits rolled.

Izuku turned his head, catching the expression.

“Well?” he asked.

She stretched her legs out and sighed. “Okay, I’ll admit it. It wasn’t that bad.”

“Told you you’d like it.”

They moved without really thinking—grabbing wrappers and used cups from the table, stacking them into a loose pile as the credits played on, their bodies moving in sync with quiet familiarity.

And then Aiko said, almost offhandedly:

“It must feel nice, huh?”

Izuku glanced at her.

She wasn’t looking at him. Just loosely arranging the trash into the bag, voice soft.

“To know someone’s waiting for you,” she continued. “Or even just knowing you’re the one they’re coming home to.”

He stilled.

“Yeah,” he said after a moment. “That’d be nice.”

Aiko leaned back against the couch, her tone lighter but still thoughtful.

“Someone to talk to. Rant about your day. Eat something warm with. Sit around doing nothing and not feel weird about it.”

Izuku gave a half-smile, eyes dropping to the plastic cup he was holding.

“Yeah,” he echoed. “That would be really nice.”

He shifted to stand, but the cup slipped from his fingers and hit the floor with a dull thud.

“Ugh—” he muttered, crouching to grab it.

Before he could stand again, Aiko crouched down beside him. Close. Their shoulders brushed.

She looked at him, something unreadable flickering in her expression.

“So,” she said quietly. “Like us?”

“Huh?” Izuku blinked, caught completely off guard. His mouth opened, but all that came out was a quiet, half-formed noise.

Aiko didn’t let up.

“Like us,” she repeated, voice soft but steady. “Coming home to someone waiting for you. I practically live here. Feed you almost every day. And if I’m not here, you come to my place. We eat together. Rant about our days. Spend time inside, outside, wherever.” She tilted her head, smiling in that familiar, slightly dangerous way. “We’re basically married. Just missing the paperwork and the ring.”

Her tone was light, teasing—almost flippant. But there was something else underneath it. Something warm. Unspoken. Affectionate in a way that made Izuku’s brain quietly short-circuit.

Like… them?

Sure, they hung out. Sure, they ate meals, laughed, teased each other. But—was that all it was? Was she asking for more? Or was she just being Aiko?

Brain, help.

Dude. You’ve had, like, one girlfriend. This level of intimacy? Out of your league. Good luck.

Useless.

He tried to think. Tried to decode the meaning behind her tone, her expression, the way her eyes lingered just a second longer than usual.

Then—

A gentle push against his forehead.

He blinked as his head tipped slightly back. Aiko stood there, finger pressed lightly against him, smile bright.

“Man,” she said, amused, “I really got you thinking, huh?”

“I, uh…” He scrambled for a sentence. Any sentence.

She laughed, light and breathy, and something about it made his ears feel warm— blessed , even. Like that laugh should be saved and bottled.

“Relax, hero. I’m only kidding.” She pulled away, sauntering toward the sink. “But you have to admit—we’re really close.”

“…Yeah,” he said, quietly.

“Good.”

She started washing the dishes, casually, like she hadn’t just dropped a tiny emotional bomb and walked away from the blast radius.

Izuku stood up slowly, still a little dazed, watching her shoulders move with the rhythm of the water.

He looked at her.

Actually looked at her.

And for the first time in a long time, he didn’t stop himself.

His eyes traced the slope of her back, the way her shirt hung loose at the collar, sleeves rolled up, exposing the smooth skin of her forearms. He followed the curve of her waist, the way her hips shifted with every motion as she scrubbed a dish. The dip of her spine. The way her jeans clung to her just right.

She wasn’t even trying.

And that made it worse.

His gaze dipped lower.

Longer than it should have.

His chest rose with a slow inhale—one he didn’t realize he was taking until it burned. His fingers clenched slightly at his sides.

God.

She was—breathtaking.

And not in that distant, respectful she’s-pretty kind of way.

In a way that made his gut twist, his thoughts stall, and something hot curl in his stomach.

Desire.

Real, unfiltered, unmistakable.

It hit him all at once, full-force, and he let it happen . Just for a second.

And then his brain caught up.

His breath hitched.

His eyes snapped up.

What the hell was he doing?

He looked away so fast his neck twinged. His face burned.

Shit.

That wasn’t a glance.

That was ogling.

That was him—objectifying her.

Her. The woman who cooked for him, laughed with him, called him out, called him soft, and still let him in.

The woman who trusted him not to see her like they did.

The woman who walked through his door on a rainy night, soaked and tired, and still stood tall.

And what did he just do?

He stared at her like the men who paid to touch her.

God, he was pathetic.

But she’s so hot though.

That quiet, stupid voice whispered in his head.

He shoved it down, locked it in a box, and kicked it to the back of his brain where it belonged. Nope. Not happening. He wasn’t going to break the most fragile, most important thing between them just because he got horny for two seconds.

Then— 

“Are you going to stand there and ogle my ass,” Aiko said casually, “or are you going to give me the rest of the dishes?”

He froze.

Muscles locked. Throat dry.

Was he—?

But her voice was light. Playful. No edge. No venom. No hurt.

“I mean,” she added, glancing over her shoulder with a knowing grin, “it is a good ass. And I do appreciate the admiration. But I’d really like to finish washing the dishes sometime tonight.”

Izuku’s brain short-circuited a little.

“I—uh… right. Sorry. I was just… thinking.”

A pause.

Then:

“About?” she asked, turning back to the sink.

“…Nothing special.”

He walked over, placed the remaining dishes beside her, and stood there quietly.

His heart was still racing.

 

⚠️ Aiko at work Scene Warning⚠️ 

It had been a few days since movie night.

Since that question she tossed out like a joke but couldn’t quite laugh off.

Since that look Izuku gave her—brief, unguarded, heavy.

Now she was back at it. Back to work.

Bare and on top of a man. His hands roamed greedily over her back, her ass, her thighs—gripping, squeezing, memorizing. She moved like water, fluid and responsive. Her hips rolled just the way he liked. Her moans came on cue, soft and breathy, pitched to make him feel like he was doing something magical.

Like he was the only one.

Words dripped from her lips—teasing, promising, filthy.

“You like that, don’t you?”

“So hard for me… so desperate.”

“Bet you’ve dreamed of this, baby…”

She didn’t need to think. It came as easily as breathing.
It always had.

And yet—

Something felt off.

She was present. Performing. Perfect, even. Her rhythm never faltered, her mouth kept pace.

But everything felt distant .

It wasn’t the first time she’d dissociated. It was part of the job—compartmentalizing. Keeping her body working while her mind stayed out of the splash zone. It wasn’t numbness, not exactly. It was… focus. Detachment. Professionalism.

But tonight, it felt louder. More obvious. Like her brain was fighting to feel anything at all.

The man beneath her shuddered, cock pulsing, fingers digging into her skin. She moaned sweetly, guiding him through it, drawing out the high until it settled into shaky breath and lazy satisfaction.

She collapsed gently on top of him, her cheek against his chest.

“Everything you hoped for?” she asked, voice syrupy and low.

He chuckled, still breathless. “More than anything, baby. You’re a natural.”

“Money well spent?”

“The best.” His hand slid up her side, fingers curling around her shoulder as he pulled her into a cuddle. “You’re something else.”

She hummed, resting her arm over his chest, eyes fixed on the wall beyond them.

The quiet wrapped around her like a wet sheet.

Sticky. Cold. Clinging.

The man’s hand caressed her slowly. Possessive. Familiar. He held her like something earned. Like something bought . And she was used to that. Had learned to tune it out.

But tonight?

It clung to her skin more than usual.

The weight of his touch. The way his eyes had followed her earlier—lingering, possessive, claiming. She knew those looks. She could read lust like a language.

But something in her stomach twisted.

She didn’t like this one. Not tonight.

She blinked, and without meaning to, she saw another set of eyes in her mind.

Warm. Wide. Startled.

Izuku.

She remembered the way his eyes had landed on her. How they traced—hesitantly, hungrily. Dipped low, then lower. Lingering.

Not casual glances. Not harmless admiration.

Lust.

Messy. Unfiltered. Real.

She knew those eyes. She read them like second language. Lust had a rhythm. A direction. It always started with the mouth. Dropped to the throat. Stalled at the chest. Dragged itself slow and heavy across the hips.

Izuku’s gaze had done all of that.

And then he tore it away. Like it burned him.

No touch. No comment. Just that flicker of guilt on his face before he looked at anything but her.

And in that moment… she didn’t feel dirty.

She didn’t feel claimed.

She didn’t feel less .

Because he didn’t reach for her like a reward.

He didn’t paw at her like something paid for.

He didn’t wear the look of a man who thought she owed him that body.

He looked at her like someone who was scared to want what he respected.

And that?

That stayed with her.

She was surprised, sure. He never looked at her like that before. Never once hinted at anything beyond kindness and warmth and that quiet admiration he tried so hard to disguise.

But still…She didn’t mind.

She didn’t mind him looking. Not the way he did.

Not like the man beside her now—arms thrown around her body like she was some prize he earned. His breathing already gone soft, shallow. Falling asleep with his cock barely tucked back into his boxers. Like she was just there . Just convenient. Just warm.

Not like Izuku.

Not like the man who looked, and chose not to touch .

Aiko blinked, eyes still fixed on the ceiling.

And for the first time in a long time… she wanted to leave.

Not just leave. Go.

Go home— no, not home.

Go to Izuku’s.

She wanted to take a long shower, wash the day off her skin. Grab one of his hoodies—probably the green one with the tiny rip in the sleeve. Curl up on his couch and bug him about the new recipe she saw. Ask him if he remembered to buy milk. Rant about her day while he half-listened and stirred the pot.

She wanted to hear him laugh again.

She wanted…she wanted to see him again.

 

🟢 You’re safe again after this marker🟢 

It was lunchtime, and Izuku sat perched on the edge of a quiet rooftop. His bento box sat beside him, empty save for the last sliver of tamagoyaki. The sun was warm, the wind gentle, his body relaxed.

But his brain?

A mess.

“So, like us?”

Aiko’s voice echoed through his skull like a rock skipping across water. Soft. Teasing. But the ripples it left were endless.

Like them?

What did that even mean?

His thoughts spiraled, chasing each other in circles.

They ate together. So did friends.

They talked every day. Again—friends.

They hung out. A lot. That’s still normal, right?

But she was at his place more than her own. 

She did his laundry.

She had her own drawer now.

She threatened to steal his hoodies like it was her right.

That’s not normal, but it didn’t feel weird, either.

It felt… nice.

His foot tapped against the edge of the building as he stared at the sky like it owed him answers.

“We’re basically married, just without the paperwork and the ring.”

Was she joking?

She was always teasing. That was just how she was. 

But that look in her eyes when she said it… it didn’t feel like a joke.

He sighed, dragging a hand through his hair, and—

Whump.

Two soft impacts slammed into the back of his head, followed by fingers combing through his curls.

“ZUUUUUUKKUUUUUU~”

Izuku nearly flinched off the roof.

He blinked up and found himself eye-to-eye with Nejire Hado, who was grinning wide and radiant, cheeks flushed from the wind—or maybe too much caffeine.

“Oh hey, Nejire.”

She flopped down beside him, thigh pressing lightly against his, completely ignoring his confusion.

“Geez, you really like to hide when you brood, huh? I checked your office, the gym, the break room. You weren’t in any of the good hiding spots.”

“Wasn’t hiding,” he muttered.

“You were totally hiding,” she chirped. “What’re you thinking about? Food? A case? Your hair? Is it about your interns again? Wait—is it the paperwork? Oh my god, is it budget stuff? That’s so boring, Midoriya, please tell me it's not budgets.”

She leaned in closer, hands on her knees, smile curious. 

When he didn’t answer, she squinted.

“…It’s not about your work, is it?”

Izuku blinked.

Nejire gasped. “Oh my god—it’s not about work. Wait. Is it your mom? No—no, not her. Something worse. Someone did something. Was it Hawks? Did Hawks say something dumb again?”

He stayed quiet.

Nejire leaned closer. Her thigh pressed against his, her shoulder bumping his arm. She tilted her head so their foreheads nearly touched, trying to get a read on his face.

“…It’s someone, isn’t it?”

That made him flinch.

A pause.

Nejire's eyes widened.

“Oh my god—it is someone.”

Nejire was already vibrating with excitement.

“No way—no way —okay okay okay, who is it?” she gushed. “Is it Uraraka? That would make sense. History and all. Or Jirou? She’s got that chill hot girl vibe, maybe you're into music types. Oh! Is it Yaoyorozu? Rich girl fantasy? No—wait—Mina? She did post that thirst trap the other day and you totally liked it, don’t lie—”

“I didn’t—!”

“Or is it a pro hero?! Is it Ryukyu? Or Miruko? Ohhh it’s totally Miruko—wait, is it her thighs or her attitude? Or both?”

“Nejire—”

“Midnight’s married so it can’t be her, but maybe Mt. Lady? Chest guy? You’re totally a chest guy, right? No? Ass guy then? Wait—don't answer that—actually do answer that—”

Nejire.

She didn’t stop. If anything, she leaned in further, practically bouncing in place, counting names off on her fingers like she was doing math.

“There’s that new nurse from sector C, she’s cute, or that weather hero—storm lady with the leather outfit? You made eye contact with her at the gala—does she give you thunderstorms down there—?”

“I—WHAT—!”

Izuku’s face was pure panic now, cheeks glowing red, mouth working without words as he shrank under her verbal barrage. It was almost impressive—he was usually pretty good at handling Nejire’s energy.

But this?

This was too much.

He hadn’t been this overwhelmed by her since the time he accidentally walked in on her changing and promptly tripped over a chair and nearly concussed himself on the wall.

In a panic, he reached out, grabbing her shoulders and giving a gentle but firm push.

“It’s not anyone you know!” he said, voice a little higher than usual.

That finally stopped her. Her mouth closed mid-word, and she blinked at him, pouting just a little.

“Meanie.”

He sighed and sat back, dragging a hand down his face and turning away again, the blush still stubborn on his cheeks.

A quiet settled between them. The wind moved around them in soft little gusts, carrying the city sounds in the distance.

And then Nejire's voice shifted.

Quieter. Calmer. That soft big sister tone she slipped into when she was actually worried.

“…You’ve got that face again.”

Izuku blinked, glancing at her.

“The same one you had when you were debating if you were even worthy of being No. 1,” she said. “You’re doing that spiral thing.”

“I’m not—”

“You are,” she said firmly. Then she nudged his side with her elbow. “Talk to me. Come on. You know you can.”

He looked at her. And sighed.

Because she was right.

There wasn’t really anything he could do once Nejire actually wanted to know something. She could be relentless when she wanted to, but underneath the sugar rush and sparkle was someone who listened. Really listened. Even when he rambled. Especially when he didn’t know how to stop.

“…Fine.”

She smiled, not giddy this time. Just encouraging.

“It is someone,” he said quietly. “And… recently she said something that made me think. Made me look at things differently.”

“Like what?”

“Like what we have. What we do. It just… made me stop and reevaluate. And now I’m stuck trying to define it, and nothing fits.”

Nejire hummed. “Well then tell me. Maybe an outside perspective would help.”

So he did.

He explained it all.

How they ate together. Laughed together. Texted all day and sometimes didn’t even need to talk to feel okay just being in the same room.

How she had a spare key to his house.

How she stole his hoodies. How she did his laundry. How she fed him. How she was just... there.

A constant. Like it was natural.

Like she belonged.

Nejire blinked, mouth slightly open. “Okay but—are you sure you’re not together? Because that sounds exactly like a relationship.”

Izuku hesitated.

“It’s… complicated.”

“Is it?” she asked gently.

“…I don’t know,” he admitted. “That’s the problem.”

Nejire tilted her head, voice gentle now.

“…Do you love her?”

“Huh?”

Izuku snapped his head around so fast it was a miracle he didn’t strain something.

Nejire blinked. “Do you love her?”

The question wasn’t teasing. It wasn’t flirtatious. It was simple. Honest. Clean.

“You two hang out a lot,” she continued. “You see each other more than some couples I know. You cook, eat, laugh, rant—and by the way you talk about her, you clearly care. So… do you love her?”

Izuku opened his mouth. Then closed it.

“…It’s not that simple.”

“So you don’t?”

“…It’s not that either.”

He scratched at the back of his neck, uncomfortable.

“I’ve been in a relationship before,” he said slowly. “I know what love feels like. Or—what I thought love felt like back then. And during that time, yeah… I loved her.”

A pause.

“But when I think about Ai—uh, the person I’m talking about… it’s different.”

He exhaled hard.

“Love just doesn’t quite fit.”

Nejire watched him, quietly now.

“I want her to stay with me. I want to see her every day. I want to hear her rant about her favorite love drama like it’s gospel. I want to keep eating her cooking. I want to hear her complain about my pans and leave her hairbands all over my apartment. I want—”

He cut himself off.

Nejire’s lips curved into a slow, knowing grin.

“That sounds like love with extra steps.”

He gave a weak little shrug.

“…Maybe.”

Nejire leaned back on her palms, kicking her legs a little. “If you’re still having trouble, then maybe just answer one question.”

Izuku looked at her.

She smiled.

“Do you want to spend the rest of your life with her?”

He didn’t answer right away.

He blinked.

Then slowly, he turned to stare out over the city.

Do I want to spend the rest of my life with her?

He didn’t know how to answer. Because the silence in his head felt suspiciously like a yes.

Nejire, sensing the weight of that thought, didn’t press. She just smiled softly to herself.

She let him sit with that thought. Didn't poke, didn’t prod.

Just let him feel it .

And then, without a word, she reached into her jacket pocket and slid out her phone.

She opened the group chat.

🔥Operation: Bag Midoriya🔥

Her thumbs hovered over the screen a moment.

Then she typed:

🧚‍♀️Nejire: Good news: He's in love.

🧚‍♀️Nejire: Bad news: It's not any of us.

She stared at the message for a second. Then added a final line.

🧚‍♀️Nejire: ...But it's real. And it’s kind of beautiful.

She hit send, locked the phone, and tucked it away.

Izuku still hadn’t looked at her. He was too busy watching the sky like it held an answer he was finally ready to hear.

 

A week had passed.

And like clockwork, they were back at it again—Izuku lounging at the counter of Aiko’s apartment while she moved around the kitchen with practiced ease. This time, she was on a Mexican food kick. And naturally, she needed her official taste tester.

“The fridge grew legs and walked away?” she asked, half-distracted as she stirred something in the pan.

Izuku chuckled, leaning against the counter. “Yeah. One of the interns has a quirk that gives things temporary sentience. Thought it would be fun to animate the office fridge for ten minutes.”

“And?”

“It was fun. Until the fridge realized it had a job and then promptly had an existential crisis about keeping leftovers.”

Aiko burst out laughing, setting the pan aside and wiping her hands on a towel. “God, your agency is a sitcom.”

“You have no idea,” he grinned.

She finished plating the food, giving it one last artful sprinkle of garnish before sliding it over to him.

“Careful,” she warned. “It’s hot.”

“I will.”

“You said that last time,” she smirked, “and still burned your tongue.”

“To be fair,” he said, lifting the fork, “it smelled really good.”

“So good that you were willing to sacrifice your tongue?”

“Absolutely.”

Aiko shook her head with mock disappointment. “Tragic. Japan’s Number One Hero—taken out by melted cheese.”

Izuku chuckled, blew on the steaming food, and took a careful bite.

It was hot.

Still burned a little.

But good.

He smiled, chewing thoughtfully, a quiet hum of approval escaping him. “This is good.”

Aiko’s expression lit up. “Glad you like it. Anything I need to add or remove?”

He paused, fork mid-air, considering. Then gestured slightly with the spoon.

“The sauce is a bit too watery. Not bad, but—it doesn’t stick. See?” He tilted the spoon slightly, letting the liquid slide off.

“Noted,” she said. “You’re still finishing that, though.”

“Oh, absolutely.”

He dug back in, undeterred. Aiko leaned back, arms crossed loosely as she watched Japan’s Number One Hero devouring food like a sleepover kid who got first dibs on the pizza.

There was something kind of… adorable about it.

“Well,” she said, her tone lazy and teasing, “glad to know I’m a full set.”

Izuku hummed, mouth full, then blinked. “Huh?”

“I’m a good cook. I do housework. And I’m a good fuck.” She gave a small shrug. “Future husband’s gonna be one lucky guy.”

Izuku choked.

He straightened, cleared his throat a little too hard, and tried to play it cool.

“Yeah. He’s, uh—he’s gonna be really lucky.” He nodded quickly, refocusing on the food. “Just needs to be rich, right? So you’re comfortable.” And then, like nothing had happened, he went right back to eating.

Aiko didn’t answer.

She just stared.

Not blinking. Not smirking. Not saying anything.

Just… taking him in.

The scrape of his fork. The curl of his smile. The way his hair bounced when he shook his head, trying to cool the food before devouring it anyway. His dumb little comments. The faint sauce stain on the edge of his shirt that he hadn’t noticed. The way he said “still good” even when it clearly burned his tongue.

He looked like a man who felt at home.

And maybe that’s what hit her the hardest.

Because watching him like this—messy and happy and hers, if only in this moment—something inside her slowed.

Not just calmed.

Stilled.

Like her heart tucked its knees up and said, here’s good.

And as Izuku chewed and grinned and gestured with a fork like it was a pen, she didn’t think about her next job.

Or the message she needed to return.

Or the man who asked her what perfume she was wearing while his wedding ring gleamed under hotel lighting.

She just wanted to stay.

Here.

In this apartment. With this man. Eating slightly too-watery Mexican food and laughing about sentient refrigerators.

She wanted to be here again tomorrow.

And maybe the day after that.

And—

“Well,” she said quietly, voice softer than before, “someone who enjoys my cooking would be nice, too.”

She stood and crossed to the counter, grabbing a bowl of arroz con leche and popping it into the microwave. The hum of it filled the kitchen with a quiet, steady rhythm.

“If that plate’s spot clean,” she called over her shoulder, “I’ll let you have some dessert.”

Izuku chuckled, already wiping it down with his napkin. “You don’t have to worry about that.”

She stirred the dish on the stove a little, thickening it gently before returning and sliding into the seat beside him.

“Hey,” she said, tone light and casual, like the silence hadn’t just turned warm. “Random dumb question.”

Izuku raised an eyebrow.

“You, out of all the forward women in your life—who was the closest to actually getting some?” A slight grin curled on her lips. “And don’t say your ex. Or your friend’s mom.”

Izuku laughed. “Seriously, why do you keep bringing her up?”

Aiko just smirked.

He leaned back, thoughtful now. His gaze drifted upward. “I guess… maybe this one girl. Camie. She was a year above me during college. Sidekick at Uwabami’s agency. We worked together on a few joint patrols. She was fun. Easy to talk to. Kinda unpredictable, but in a way that made everything more interesting.”

Aiko didn’t say anything, just watched him quietly.

“I think… if things had lined up a little differently, maybe it could’ve gone somewhere,” Izuku admitted, brow furrowing slightly. “There were moments. Late-night calls. Random texts. She’d send me the dumbest memes, and I’d always answer. I liked her. I did.”

He let out a breath.

“But every time I imagined… more,” he said slowly, “it just didn’t sit right.”

Aiko tilted her head, expression unreadable. “Didn’t sit right how?”

He glanced at her, then looked down at the plate.

“I don’t know. I’d think about being with her, like really being with her, and something just… didn’t settle. Like, the idea sounded nice. But the feeling never caught up.”

He paused.

“…didn’t feel like something I’d stay for,” he said quietly. “I know that sounds bad, but when I looked at her—and looked at the maybe of what we could be—I just… didn’t see it.”

Aiko watched him for a long second. Then nudged his shoulder lightly with hers.

“And your ex? Was she the one?”

Izuku let out a soft chuckle. “She was close. Honestly, she was… good. She always knew how to cheer me up. Random kisses. Surprise hugs. Once she tackled me in the rain ‘cause I looked too serious.”

He smiled faintly at the memory.

“For the first time, I thought, ‘yeah… I don’t mind this.’”

A pause.

“Then she moved. Long-distance was hard, and we kind of just… fizzled. Said our goodbyes, promised to keep in touch.”

Aiko tilted her head. “And?”

“And we didn’t.”

She didn’t say anything. Just nodded, a soft sound in her throat.

Then she shifted slightly—just enough to face him. Elbow on the table. Chin in her hand.

“No one since then?”

He shook his head. “Not really.”

“No one made your heart skip?”

“Mm. Not for the right reasons.”

“What reasons are the right ones?”

Izuku let out a breath, leaning back in his chair.

“I guess I just want something that feels real,” Izuku said slowly, eyes fixed on the edge of his plate. “Not flashy. Not dramatic. Just…”

He paused.

“Someone I can come home to. Someone who’s already halfway through ranting about a TV show before I’ve even taken off my shoes.”

Aiko blinked. But she didn’t interrupt.

“Someone who leaves sticky notes on the fridge warning me not to burn the dinner they made three days ago. Someone who steals my hoodies and then acts like I’m the intruder when I ask for one back.”

A soft breath escaped him—half a laugh, half something else.

“Someone who cooks way too much, then blames me for eating all of it. Someone who does my laundry and calls it an act of war if I touch hers. Someone I can eat with. Sit on the couch with. Fall asleep next to while some dumb movie keeps playing in the background.”

His voice dropped, just a little.

“Someone I don’t have to try around. Who just… fits. “Someone who—””

Silence.

He turned to her—slowly—and their eyes locked.

Aiko didn’t smile this time.

Didn’t tease.

Just stared. Still. Soft. And a little unreadable.

Izuku swallowed.

She leaned in.

Close. Too close.

“Go on,” she murmured, voice just above a whisper. “You were saying?”

And that did it.

His brain short-circuited.

Because holy hell she was close. And beautiful. And looking at him like she knew exactly what was about to fall out of his mouth if she waited just a second longer.

His throat bobbed.

His eyes dropped.

To her lips.

Oh no.

Oh…no.

Aiko tilted her head, slow and fluid, like she was enjoying this more than she probably should. Like she was giving him a moment to get it together.

He didn't.

She didn’t speak.

Neither did he.

And the silence between them stretched.

If he leaned in—

Just a little—

BEEP.

The microwave.

Of course.

Aiko blinked.

Izuku flinched like he’d been caught stealing.

She stood up with a soft laugh and a shake of her head. Walked over to the counter like nothing happened. Like she hadn’t almost kissed him. Like he hadn’t almost let her.

“Dessert’s ready,” she said over her shoulder.

Izuku didn’t answer.

Just sat there.

Still warm. Still buzzing. Still wondering if he’d imagined the whole damn thing.

 

Days passed.

That Izuku honestly felt it was more of a blur.

He still smiled. Still talked. Still showed up to work like he always did.

But most of it felt mechanical. Muscle memory. Like his body had clocked in, but his mind was somewhere else entirely—dragged back into a familiar scent, a half-laughed joke, the press of a shoulder, the way someone looked at him like he was more than just a hero with too many responsibilities and not enough sleep.

It was all her fault.

…Okay, that wasn’t fair.

But it was definitely because of Aiko.

Ever since that almost kiss—that moment they didn’t talk about, didn’t reference, didn’t even glance at sideways—his thoughts had been circling like a broken record. Her smile. Her voice. That tilt of her head when she teased him. The way she handed him a plate like it meant something. The way she leaned close like she wanted something.

And he was seeing her again tonight.

He promised. Taste test night—her aunt’s recipe, apparently. Something important. Something close to her heart.

He was doomed.

His hands fidgeted with his work tablet. His patrol notes were half-finished, barely legible.

He wasn’t even pretending to be okay anymore.

Because it had hit him. Hard. Simple. Loud.

He was in love.

Not maybe. Not sort of. Not I-think-I-could-be.

He was .

Head over heels. Dizzy. Goddamn helpless.

And that terrified him.

It wasn’t that he didn’t understand the feeling. He’d been in love before. He knew what it looked like. What it tasted like. He knew the quiet ache and the soft glow and all the little hopes that crept into your chest when you thought, maybe this time.

But this wasn’t like that.

This was different.

This was Aiko.

And Aiko wasn’t just someone. She wasn’t just a maybe. She was already in his life. She was the hoodie thief. The note-leaver. The fridge restocker. The reason his apartment didn’t feel so echo-y anymore. The reason he got excited coming home. The reason he looked at the damn couch like it meant something.

He was already so in it, he hadn’t realized he’d fallen.

And now?

Now he was panicking.

Because what if it wasn’t mutual?

Sure, she teased. Sure, she leaned close. Sure, she smiled like she knew something he didn’t. But what if that was just her? What if she wasn’t asking for something more—what if she was just being Aiko? Confident. Warm. Comfortable in his space the way she was in every space?

What if he confessed and ruined it?

What if she pulled away?

What if he lost her?

He groaned, burying his face in his hands at his desk.

God. He didn’t want to lose her.

He didn’t want to be selfish.

But he was.

Because more than anything…more than being safe, more than playing it smart…

He wanted her to love him back.

A knock on the door dragged him back to earth.

His assistant stepped in, eyes flicking to the clock. “Hey, sorry—just a heads up. District Seven’s uncovered. Sidekick meant to patrol got redirected for crowd control in Four.”

Izuku nodded, slow. “I’ll go,” he said, already standing. “Could use the air.”

A few minutes later, wind rushed against his face as he moved across rooftops—just another blur above the city skyline.

The world looked normal. Clean streets. The hum of city life. But his mind was nowhere near rooftops or reports.

It was with her.

Still her.

Aiko.

Her laugh, her voice, the way she stirred things in his kitchen like she owned the place. She didn’t—but God, she felt like she did. Like her presence had carved out its own little corner in his home, his rhythm, his thoughts.

It was too much.

He shook his head mid-leap, scolding himself.

Don’t think about her. Not now. Focus.

...It didn’t work.

Because she was everywhere. Every memory his brain tried to scrub replaced itself with something Aiko had said. Done. Cooked.

This was getting ridiculous.

And then, like the universe itself was tired of his emotional monologue—

Ten idiots with half-masks and worse timing decided to rob a jewelry store.

Izuku stared at the scene mid-swing and sighed.

“Of course.”

Blackwhip cracked through the air. Bodies flew, one yelped, two screamed. It took all of ten minutes, and most of that was because one guy tried to run in the wrong direction and got stuck in a trash can.

By the time the cops rolled up, Izuku was wrapping the last one like a gift basket.

He stood back, arms crossed, while the officers started loading the grumbling villains into the truck. One woman near the back—spiky hair, orange jacket, mouth that had no chill—was still shouting.

“Really?” she barked. “That’s all I get? I come out here, risk a backflip, and you don’t even give me a challenge?!”

Izuku didn’t look at her.

She squinted. “You even paying attention, hero boy?”

He sighed. “I’m listening.”

“Bullshit,” she said. “You’re thinking.”

He raised an eyebrow.

She tilted her head. “Not about the fight. Or your job. Nah. You’ve got the look.”

“What look?”

“The look of a guy in love who doesn’t know what to do about it.”

Izuku blinked.

Just once.

Too slow.

She grinned.

“Bingo,” she said. “Got it in one.”

He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms tighter. “You’re literally in custody.”

“And you’re literally thinking about someone’s smile instead of my attempted felony. Tsk. Shame.”

He tried to ignore her.

She kept going anyway.

“Let me guess,” she said. “She’s hot. Smart. You already know what her shampoo smells like. You’re not together, but you eat her food and stare too long when she laughs.”

“I’m not discussing this with you,” Izuku muttered.

She shrugged, as much as someone zip-tied could. “Didn’t ask for a discussion. Just calling it like I see it.”

Izuku stared at her like she’d grown a fourth head.

“…What would you even know?” he muttered. “You giving out relationship advice now?”

“Hey, I might be a criminal,” she said, smug, “but I am also a woman—I breathe this stuff. Now come on. Lay it on me.”

He blinked.

She rolled her eyes. “Look, I’m bored. You finished the fight in like two minutes and now I’m just sitting here zip-tied with a sore wrist and nothing to do. Might as well earn some karma and live vicariously through your sad romantic crisis. Besides, not like we’ll see each other again. You vent, I listen, and I promise I won’t tell a soul.”

Izuku opened his mouth. Then closed it.

Was he really about to emotionally offload on a villain who was literally still lying on the pavement?

Yes.

Yes, he was.

So he sat.

He rubbed the back of his neck, glanced at the woman beside him, and sighed.

And then—he talked.

He told her about the woman who walked into his life by accident. Who stayed like it was always meant to be. The one who teased him into smiling, who left food in his fridge, who argued with him over spice levels and stole his hoodies and ranted about trash romance dramas like they were gospel.

He told her about late nights on the couch. About inside jokes. About the slow, soft things that built up over time. He told her how he wasn’t sure when it happened, but suddenly it was there.

That feeling.

That ache.

And how now—now he was terrified of ruining it.

She listened quietly the whole time. No interruptions. Just a few small nods, a faint raise of an eyebrow.

And then—she laughed.

Izuku groaned, face in his hands. “Oh god. I’m being laughed at by a woman who tried to rob a jewelry store.”

“Allegedly,” she said. Then grinned. “But seriously—damn, hero. That’s some top-tier drama. Like, movie-level.”

“Gee. Thanks.”

He stood and helped her up as the officers waved for the next detainee.

As he passed her off, she leaned close enough for only him to hear.

“In any case?” she said. “My advice? Talk to her.”

“…Huh?”

“Just talk to her,” she repeated. “Doesn’t have to be a love confession. Doesn’t have to be dramatic. But you two sound close. So sit down and say it. Be honest. Let it out. Even if nothing happens—at least she’ll know.”

Izuku hesitated.

She gave him a look. “You’re the Number One Hero, right? So be brave, dumbass.”

And with that, she winked as the door of the police truck closed behind her.

Minutes later, Izuku sat on the edge of a rooftop.

The city buzzed beneath him—cars humming, neon flickering, normal life marching forward.

But his world had narrowed.

Talk to her.

He really should.

Running himself in circles wasn’t helping. Panicking didn’t fix anything. And bottling it all up was starting to feel worse than the fear of whatever came next.

He didn’t know if he was ready to say the words—not all of them. Maybe not I love you , not yet.

But she deserved the truth.

He pulled out his phone and stared at her name on the screen. He hit call.

Three rings.

Then—“Izuku?”

Her voice felt like exhaling.

“Hey,” he said. “We still good for tonight?”

“Yeah,” she replied. “Just need to pick up a few things after work, then I’ll head to yours. Why?”

He smiled, soft. “I just… we need to talk. Later.”

A pause.

On the other end, he could hear the shift in her tone—subtle, but there.

“Sounds heavy,” she said.

“A little,” he admitted.

“...I was gonna say the same thing,” she added. “I need to talk to you too.”

Izuku blinked. “Sounds heavy.”

A soft laugh through the line. “It is.”

They stayed there, suspended in that quiet—just for a breath.

“Later?” she asked.

“Later,” he said, thumb brushing over the side of his phone.

The call ended. He tucked the phone back into his pocket, took a slow inhale and the world screamed.

An explosion cracked through the skyline—loud, bright, sudden. Smoke burst from the far edge of the market district.

Izuku was moving before the sound finished.

 

He landed on the cracked edge of the market plaza just in time to see the last civilian being pulled behind a barricade.

Smoke curled from a burning kiosk. Glass crunched beneath his boots. And across from him—arms wide, gear clinking—stood the villain.

Pink and purple vials strapped across his chest. A strange-looking gun in one hand, glowing faintly with pressure tubing. The man grinned when he saw him.

“Oh-ho!” he laughed. “Lucky me! The Number One Hero himself!”

Izuku squared up, frowning. “So,” he said, already scanning the setup. “What’s the motive? Fish prices too high? Someone eat the last yakisoba pan?”

Outwardly calm. Internally?

Calculating.

He didn’t know the villain’s quirk. Didn’t know the payload in the gun. Couldn’t just rush in—not without knowing what triggered it.

The villain only grinned wider.

“I’m here,” he said theatrically, “to strip away the lies. The masks. To expose the true beasts hiding under our skin!”

A laugh.

“And what better way to do it… than with lust!”

He fired.

Izuku reacted on instinct—caught the bullet mid-air. But then—

A hiss.

The glass shattered in his palm.

Poof.

A cloud of pink gas exploded around him, thick and cloying. He turned, coughed, tried not to inhale—but it was too late.

It seeped past his defenses.

Into his lungs.

Into his bloodstream.

The villain was cackling now. “Success! You’ve just inhaled Aphrodisiac-AMP! My quirk lets me distill my sweat into airborne accelerants. Combine that with a little tech and—bam! A gas that amplifies arousal to overwhelming levels!”

He gestured wildly, clearly proud of himself.

“Soon you’ll be so deep in lust you’ll start pulling strangers off the street! You’ll beg to be touched! That primal urge—you won’t be able to fight it! You’ll be just like everyone else: a slave to your base needs!”

Izuku… barely heard him.

Because suddenly, everything was heat.

It started in his gut.

Then his spine.

Coiling. Spreading. Rising like a tide inside his chest. Every breath made it worse. Every beat of his heart, louder. Hotter. He staggered, one knee dipping for a second before he caught himself.

He gritted his teeth.

Clenched his fists.

Tried to focus.

But all he saw was—

Aiko.

It started slow.

Her voice. Her smile. That tilt of her head when she teased him over burnt rice. The way she looked at him when she was proud, when she laughed, when she wasn’t even trying to be beautiful and still was .

But then the gas sank deeper.

And things changed.

The hoodie slipped off her shoulders.

Skin—bare, glowing.

She turned, slowly, eyes locked on his. Her hair messy. Her mouth just barely open. A glint of teeth between lips he could almost feel against his.

She was walking toward him.

No clothes. Just heat.

Just skin and breath and want.

His lungs tightened.

No

She stopped in front of him.

Pressed her chest to his.

Hands on his shoulders.

Mouth brushing his ear.

“You want me, don’t you?”

The sound of her voice made his knees weaken.

It wasn’t a whisper.

It was a purr—knowing, indulgent, meant only for him.

And worse—He believed it.

A hand slid down his chest.

Lower.

Her fingers wrapped around him.

His whole body flinched.

His breath caught.

She kissed his jaw. Bit his neck. Whispered things he couldn’t remember—just moaned sounds and his name in ways he never thought she’d say it.

“Touch me.”

No. Stop. Please—

And then—

He felt her.

Her body under his.

Moving with his.

Tight, wet, so hot he could barely stand it.

She was clinging to him, back arched, voice cracked—

“Oh god—Izuku—I’m yours—harder—”

His spine snapped taut. A whimper—his—escaped without permission.

No—no, stop—this isn’t her—

But his brain wouldn’t listen.

It built more.

Worse.

Aiko, bent over the arm of his couch. Whimpering. Hand pressed to the wall as he drove into her, hard and fast and desperate.

Aiko, in his lap, riding him slow—hips grinding, lips brushing his ear with every sweet, devastating moan.

Aiko on her knees, mouth open, eyes wet, voice saying “Please, Izuku, just let me taste you—”

His whole body shuddered.

Stop

He tried.

Tried so hard.

But It felt good.

Too good.

Sickeningly good.

Like his skin was melting with want.

And then…the image shifted again.

She was laid out on his bed.

Soft. Flushed. Her thighs parted. Her eyes half-lidded.

She reached for him.

Smiled.

“I love you, Izuku.”

And for just one second, part of him believed it.

And hated himself for it.

And that was when he screamed.

His fist slammed into his jaw—hard enough to rattle his teeth.

White pain cracked through his skull.

Blood hit his tongue.

Vision blurred.

Breath caught.

But it cut through.

The image shattered.

And he was back—but not safe.

The lust still swam inside him, thick and vile, dragging fingernails across every nerve.

His pants were tight. His skin still itched with phantom touches. His whole body still ached for her.

But he didn’t let it win.

You do not get to twist her like this, he thought, standing slowly.

He grabbed something else instead.

Something colder.

Darker.

Rage.

Izuku clung to it like a lifeline, forcing the hunger down, replacing it with something just as primal. It coiled through him—not like desire, but like judgment.

He gave it his hands.

His bones.

His breath.

He wrapped himself in it like armor.

He had to.

Because lust made him forget who he was.

But this?

This was control.

This was clarity.

He rose slowly, blood dripping from his nose, eyes empty.

And the villain—who’d been gloating seconds ago—stopped breathing.

Because Izuku looked at him like a man who had just walked out of hell and brought something back with him.

His voice came low.

Barely human.

“Bastard.”

 

A few minutes earlier, on a small agency near Tokyo.

“Later.” The call ended and the sound of the agency returned in layers.

A printer jammed somewhere in the back. A voice cursed—muffled, but with conviction. Someone was laughing near the vending machine. High heels clacked past her door. A monitor in the hallway played a soft, sultry ambient track—stock music for the waiting lounge.

Aiko sighed, locked her phone, and leaned back in the cushioned chair of her modest office. Small, sleek, clean. A potted plant in the corner. A digital photo frame scrolling through serene beach landscapes she would never vacation at. Her coat hung neatly on the rack.

On her screen?

A spreadsheet.

Client notes, upcoming bookings, follow-ups. One column listed client preferences. Another had post-session reviews. Tags floated beside names: “soft,” “rough,” “GFE,” “silent,” “kisses-only,” “repeat,” “watcher.” She scrolled. Not with much interest. More out of habit.

There was a red flag note that caught her eye:

 CLIENT: Mr. H.T.

Comment: Got too handsy. Warn others.

Aiko clicked a dropdown. Marked him for review. Left a note:

Persistent thigh grabbing. Asked for unsafe acts mid-session. Escalated only once stopped. Recommending 3-month suspension.

Send. Logged. Done.

A knock on the open door.

“Yo, Aiko,” came a voice—light, sharp. One of the other girls. Yuri. Pink pixie cut, knee-high boots, and a crop top that definitely violated the agency’s ‘business casual’ guidelines.

“Your last client left a five-star and a comment,” Yuri said, holding up a tablet. “Quote: ‘She made me believe I was twenty again. Body of a goddess. Mouth of an angel. Eyes like sin.’” She grinned. “You’re a poet’s muse, apparently.”

Aiko didn’t even blink. “He tried to ask me to call him ‘Emperor’ while sobbing into the mattress.”

They shared a few comments here and there befre Yuri disappeared back into the hallway.

She closed the spreadsheet. Opened a folder labeled Admin. Opened another labeled Personal.

And there it was.

Resignation Form.

Still blank.

But there.

Waiting.

She didn’t click anything. Just stared.

Aiko folded her arms, tapping her nails lightly against her elbow.

Funny.

She never thought she’d consider quitting—not seriously. She was good at this. Not just the performance or the seduction—but the control, the reading of people, the way she could make them feel seen, desired, adored. It was a job, yes. But it was one she chose. One she owned.

And now?

Now she was staring at a form she’d never once even hovered over before.

Because of one man.

Izuku.

She smiled, slow and soft, like a secret slipping through her chest.

She didn’t even know how it happened. There was no moment she could point to. No grand gesture. Just… life. Ramen bowls and hoodie theft. Teasing and burned rice. Texts about eggs. Her toothbrush next to his sink.

She knew what it looked like. What it was turning into. Hell, she had a psychology degree gathering dust on her wall—she’d written essays on attachment and intimacy. She could list the signs. And he? He had them all. Confused, yes. But feeling it. Feeling her.

She didn’t push.

She planted.

Small things. Questions. Hints. Jokes dipped in just enough truth to get past his radar. Just enough warmth to crack through the modesty.

Because when it landed.

She didn’t want him to fall.

She wanted him to know. 

To choose.

And now, here she was.

Sitting in an office that suddenly felt less like her base and more like a borrowed room. A stage waiting for the curtain to close.

The resignation form still blinked in the corner.

She didn’t fill it out.

Not yet.

But she was thinking about it.

Because she already knew where she wanted to be tonight.

And maybe tomorrow.

And maybe, if she could say it out loud. For a long, long while.

Aiko closed the resignation tab and minimized the spreadsheet just in time for the knockless arrival of her coworkers.

Three women walked in like they owned the place—which, to be fair, they sort of did. The trio ranged from dangerously sexy to violently adorable.

First was Hibiki, the walking neon sign of Gyaru energy—dyed blonde hair, six-inch heels, nails like tiny daggers and enough glitter on her eyelids to cause a lightshow.

Second came Mai, the petite one—short, sharp, emotionally dead inside unless provoked with tequila or K-dramas.

Third and final was Rina, curvy and soft-voiced, but well known to fold clients like origami in bed. Her chest entered rooms before she did.

“We’re going drinking,” Hibiki declared, plopping dramatically on Aiko’s couch like she was in the middle of a soap opera.

Rina closed the door behind her with a little wink. “It’s been forever since we all went out. Girl’s night. Trashy drinks. Maybe trashier men.”

“Oh god,” Mai muttered, already exhausted. “If one of you ends up crying over a himbo again, I’m not carrying anyone home. Not unless you weigh under forty kilos.”

Aiko chuckled, standing to stretch. “You know your job involves riding men for money, right?”

“Exactly!” Hibiki pointed dramatically. “It’s literally work. I want some fun chaos. Like—‘we made out behind a karaoke bar and now he’s texting me bad poetry’ chaos.”

Mai groaned into her hands. “You’re all broken.”

“You love us.” Rina smiled sweetly, flopping beside Aiko’s desk. Her gaze drifted to the corner—where sticky notes peppered the frame of Aiko’s monitor. Scribbles in shorthand, a few doodles, and even a couple Polaroids.

“What’s this?” she said, plucking one off. “‘D-list actor. Foot fetish. Apologized for crying twice.’ Okay, solid.”

Hibiki leaned over. “‘Foreign CEO. Didn’t last five minutes. Asked if I liked anime girls.’ Ew.”

Then she paused at the last one. A plain note, but… different.

“I.M.”

The sticky note had no rating. No prices. No category.

Just small, intimate scribbles.

“Loves katsudon. Tolerates spice well. Hates bitter coffee.”

“Does this scrunchy eye thing when he’s thinking.”

“Has a hoodie that smells like vanilla and shampoo.”

“What the hell,” Hibiki said slowly. “Is this a client? Does he have a food kink or something?”

Rina peered closer. “Wait, is this the guy you always say you’re ‘visiting’? Like, not working. Visiting. Big difference.”

Mai narrowed her eyes. “You better not be getting dicked down for free.”

Aiko just smirked, plucking the sticky note back from Rina’s fingers.

“Just someone I see a lot,” she said casually, tucking it back in place.

“Okay, but what’s the spoil level?” Hibiki asked, already applying fresh gloss. “Is he rich? Does he have stamina? Big dick? Like, big big? Like ‘I rearranged furniture in my soul’ big?”

Aiko rolled her eyes and grabbed her coat.

“I have plans tonight. Gotta buy ingredients first.”

“You didn’t answer the dick question.”

Aiko paused in the doorway. Looked over her shoulder.

“Oh. Right.” She smiled, just a little too smug. “Biggest one I’ve ever seen.”

Hibiki screamed. Rina laughed so hard she almost fell off the chair. Mai just muttered, “Unbelievable.”

Aiko, already halfway down the hall, just tapped her phone and started making a grocery list.

Cilantro. Limes. Tortillas. Chicken.

Maybe dessert.…definitely dessert.



The sky was soft and purple, the kind of evening hue that usually meant peace.

Aiko stepped up to the familiar little cottage, one arm cradling a brown paper bag of ingredients, the other balancing a few smaller bags clinking with spice jars and sauce bottles. She shifted them to one side and unlocked the door with the key Izuku gave her.

The door creaked open.

Darkness.

She paused at the threshold.

Strange.

The lights were off. No usual sound of the kettle boiling. No soft muttering from the living room where he'd usually be reading something or reviewing patrol logs. Just quiet.

She stepped in and flicked on the lights with her elbow. Still nothing.

“Izuku?” she called out, carefully setting the bags on the kitchen counter. She began pulling out the vegetables, but her eyes kept flicking to the stairs. Something felt…off.

And then she saw it — his hero costume on the floor, shirt crumpled beside it like he’d ripped it off in a hurry.

Her brow furrowed.

Okay. Definitely weird.

She grabbed a nearby dishtowel she paused at her purse. There was a taser in there, she wanted to grab it but paused. She just grabbed her phone and pocketed it

“Izuku?” she called again, stepping toward the stairs. Her voice was calm. Measured.

A thud from upstairs.

That was enough.

She moved. One step at a time. Up. Up. And when she reached his door—knuckles hovered just a second—she knocked.

“Hey,” she said softly. “You okay?”

There was a shuffle. A panicked voice behind the door.

“Y-Yeah! Just—hang on!”

His voice was muffled. Tense. Not quite right.

She narrowed her eyes. 

The door slammed open.

She startled, blinking up at him.

He was sweating. His hair damp. Flushed cheeks, shirt thrown on in a rush, collar uneven. Pants half-buttoned.

And his smile—tight. Too tight.

“Aiko,” he said, too loud. “You—what are you doing here?”

She tilted her head.

“…Dinner?” she said slowly. ““I was going to make my aunt’s recipe, remember? You were looking forward to it”

“Right. Yeah. Dinner. Sorry—I just—something came up. I wasn’t—feeling great.”

His words tumbled. Jumbled. The usual ease in his voice was gone, replaced by the jittery rhythm of someone talking too fast just to fill the silence.

She watched him descend the stairs like he was trying to outrun her presence. She followed, slower.

“I think maybe I caught something. Y’know, one of those weird patrol bugs. Nothing major, just—head’s fuzzy. Could be a 24-hour thing.”

Aiko blinked. “You? Catching something? You’re usually annoyingly healthy.”

“Yeah, well.” He forced a chuckle. “Guess even heroes aren’t immune to... soup-worthy colds.”

“Wow,” she said, following after him, one brow raised, “your excuses are degrading fast. What’s next—your dog ate the dinner plans?”

“I’m just... not up for anything tonight,” he said. “I really think it’s better if we reschedule. Just for tonight. I don’t want to risk getting you sick.”

They reached the living room. His shirt was half-tucked, half-clinging to skin still a little too damp with sweat. His back was to her. And she could see it then—the tension in his shoulders. The way his hands were clenched. The way his body screamed for distance, even as he tried to sound normal.

Something wasn’t right.

She walked over, letting her voice stay light.

“You sure this isn’t just you panicking because I brought real ingredients instead of instant curry packets?” she teased. “What happened, Izuku? Did your fridge insult you again?”

Still no smile from him.

She stepped closer. “Izuku?”

His breath hitched.

He turned toward the door, reaching for it like she wasn’t standing three feet away.

And that’s when she caught his wrist.

“Hey,” she said softly. “Look at me.”

His whole body flinched.

And then—he yanked his hand away. Hard.

The sound of skin parting. His gasp. A full step—two—back. Like she was on fire. Like her touch burned.

“Don’t,” he said. Quiet. Pleading. “Please... just—don’t.”

Aiko froze.

Not because she was afraid—but because he was.

“It’s okay,” she said, taking a careful step forward. “I’m not going to hurt you. But you have to tell me what’s wrong.”

He looked like he was hanging by a thread, barely keeping himself upright. Flushed. Sweaty. Breathing wrong. Like every second he spent near her was a fight he was losing.

Her brows drew together, lips parting just slightly. “Izuku…”

He wouldn’t meet her eyes. He just kept looking anywhere else—the floor, the wall, the space over her shoulder.

This wasn’t nerves. This wasn’t shyness.

Something was wrong.

“Aiko, please,” he whispered. “Just… get out. I don’t want to—”

“You look like you’re about to faint,” she said gently, trying to inject something light into her voice. She took a small step forward. “Come on, Hero. You’re acting like—what, like you want to jump me or something?”

She meant it as a joke.

He didn’t laugh.

He flinched. Visibly.

That hit her like a cold wind.

Her smile faded, breath catching in her throat.

"...Izuku," she said again, quieter now.

He finally looked at her.

And she saw it. The raw panic behind his eyes. The way his pupils dilated. Like she was fire and he was seconds from burning.

That was the moment she knew he was scared of himself.

She reached for him again—slowly this time. Not to grab. Just to touch. To offer something.

He moved.

Fast.

The next thing she knew, her back hit the wall.

His hands were on her wrists, pressing them above her head. His body caging hers. His breathing was rough, hot against her cheek. And his face—God.

It wasn’t blank.

It was hungry.

His eyes were wide, but not with fear. With want. Pure, unfiltered, terrifying want.

Like he was already imagining what her skin felt like. What she tasted like. Like he could already feel her underneath him.

Aiko didn’t scream.

She didn’t push him away.

She just… stared.

And then—so did he.

The moment broke.

Realization crashed down in his face like a wave. His grip vanished. He stumbled back, releasing her so fast it was like she burned him.

He looked at his hands.

Then at her.

Then back at his hands.

His chest rose and fell in hard, broken gasps.

Shaking. Visibly shaking.

His lips parted, trying to form words, but nothing came out.

And the look on his face—

It wasn’t just horror.

It was shame.

It was grief.

He took another step back, as if he couldn’t stand to be near her. Like his own body disgusted him. Like he couldn’t believe what he’d just done.

What he’d almost done.

What he wanted to do.

And he looked so lost.

So scared.

So... small.

 

God.

He’d touched her.

He’d looked at her like that.

Like every sick image the quirk shoved into his brain—he’d made them real. Even for a second.

And the way he pinned her. Held her down. The thoughts that flashed through his head—heat, slick skin, her gasping his name—

He gagged on the back of a breath.

Shame tore through his chest like claws.

He took another step back, his spine slamming against the opposite wall. Far. He needed to be far. He needed to be away from her before he did something even worse. Before that gas made him forget again.

“I—” his voice cracked. “I didn’t mean—I wasn’t going to—”

His hand flew to his mouth.

God, he could still feel her wrists in his palms.

Her warmth against him.

Her lips—God, he’d thought about them. Inches away. So close.

He wanted to be sick.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m so—fucking—sorry—”

His knees nearly gave out.

And Aiko just… watched.

She didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Didn’t even breathe too loud.

Not out of fear.

But because he was scared enough for the both of them.

Izuku Midoriya—flushed, trembling, eyes wide and glassy—looked like he wanted to claw his own skin off. Like he couldn’t stand being in his own body.

She should’ve been afraid.

Most people would be. After that.

After being pinned, held down, looked at like that.

But she wasn’t.

Because she knew him.

That man from a moment ago—the one who pinned her, looked at her like a meal, eyes dark with lust? That wasn’t Izuku. Not her Izuku.

Her Izuku was the man who let her reorganize his spice rack by color and didn’t say a word when she put hot sauce in the fridge. The man who pretended not to notice when she stole his hoodies, who bought the cereal she liked even though he didn’t eat it himself. The man who listened— really listened—when she ranted about annoying clients, who let her do laundry on his day off, who watched her favorite dramas without rolling his eyes even once.

The man who gave her a key to his home… and made it feel like hers.

That was Izuku. And this—this trembling, shamed version of him—was still Izuku too. Just… fraying at the edges..

And she wasn’t going to walk away from him now.

So she moved.

Carefully.

She took one step. Then another.

He flinched hard.

Pressed himself against the far wall like distance could protect her from whatever this was.

“Aiko,” he croaked. “Please—don’t. I’m not—I'm not right. I don’t want to hurt you—”

“You didn’t,” she said softly. “You won’t.”

His head shook, hands trembling. “You don’t understand. I—something’s wrong with me. I can’t—I looked at you and I wanted—I almost—God—”

“Izuku,” she said again, firmer now. “Breathe.”

When he tried to push her hand away, she caught his wrist. Not to hold him down—just to anchor him. To remind him she was still here.

“Hey.” She softened her voice. “Look at me.”

He didn’t.

“Izuku,” she said gently, a small smile playing on her lips. “You’ve seen me eat expired sushi and live to tell the tale. You think you scare me?”

He blinked.

Just once.

But it was enough.

Finally, he looked at her.

And what she saw almost undid her.

His eyes were still rimmed with heat. That same hunger. That same ache. But underneath it—all the way down to the center—was him.

Her Izuku.

Soft. Caring. Dorky. The one who ranted about niche movie trivia and called spicy food a personal challenge. The one who always waited to hear her out. The one who made her tea when she had a long day and let her steal hoodies like they were hers by default.

That was who she saw.

And she smiled.

Small. Kind.

She closed the last of the space between them. Raised her hands—not fast, not urgent, just steady. Calm.

His eyes tracked her like a wounded animal. Like he was waiting for the other shoe to drop.

She rested her palms on his cheeks.

He flinched again. But didn’t pull away.

His skin was burning.

His jaw clenched tight.

And still—he let her touch him.

“I’m here,” she whispered. “I’m okay. You’re okay. Just breathe.”

He did.

Shaky. Hesitant. But he listened.

“In…” she coached, fingertips brushing the sides of his face. “And out. Good. One more.”

He obeyed.

The tension in his shoulders dropped. A little.

His hands—clenched so tight they shook—unfisted. Just slightly.

“You can fall apart tomorrow,” she said. “Right now, I just need you back.”

“I almost—”

“But you didn’t.” Her thumbs brushed his cheekbones. “You stopped.”

He made a sound. Small. Cracked.

It nearly broke her.

Because he looked so small like this. Like the weight of his own heart was too much to carry.

So she coaxed him down with her. Knees to the floor. Hands still holding his face like he might vanish if she let go.

“Izuku,” she said, eyes on his. “Talk to me.”

Izuku stammered.

Once. Twice.

A sound came out—a breath, a syllable, nothing close to a word. He was trying. God, he was trying.

But the heat was still there.

Low in his spine. Creeping across his chest. It pulsed in his fingertips, curled behind his ribs. A living, breathing thing, whispering with every heartbeat:

Touch her.

Take her.

She’s right here.

He clenched his jaw. Fought it. Again and again. He bit down hard enough to taste blood.

But she was so close.

Her touch on his face. Her breath against his lips. Her body pressed to his legs. Her voice—soft, grounding—like silk trailing over raw skin.

She smelled like cardamom and citrus and shampoo from his bathroom. Her eyes were steady. Warm. Forgiving.

And her mouth—God. Her mouth.

His body wanted. Desperately. Viscerally. That deep, terrible ache, that buzzing heat—it screamed louder now, clawing up his throat, filling his vision.

It wasn’t just lust. It was her.

Her laugh in his kitchen.

Her hoodie in his laundry.

Her face when she made fun of his spice rack.

He wanted all of her. But not like this.

He couldn’t take her like this.

Not when he couldn’t tell where the desire ended and the quirk began.

He shook. Trembled. He gripped his own thigh hard enough to leave bruises.

Fight it. You can fight it. Don’t ruin this. Don’t ruin her.

His fingers twitched.

His breath hitched.

And then—

Tears welled in his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

And he kissed her.

Notes:

And that's a wrap.

Yep cliffhanger. Don't kill me.

I hope you guys enjoyed that. Aiko just like Nejire (The Bitch and the nerd), are characters I wanted to stay true and not just pairings for the sake of having pairings. If that makes sense.

So hope you liked it and I'll see you guys in the next one

Chapter 59: Domesticated Nomu, Angel-Certified

Summary:

Izuku doesn’t speak. He crouches in corners. He vacuums under couches. He waits for her outside classrooms and convenience stores, glowing eyes always watching—but never threatening.

Class 1-B’s “resident Nomu” is terrifying, loyal, and deeply in love with the one girl who never screamed.

Notes:

And we are back with another chapter. Not gonna lie this chapter doesn't really have a...story structure of beginning, middle and end. It's just scenes that I made to destress from work. Also I'm not good at describing looks. I tried. But I was going for like what Dabi looks like but like a tall, lean and muscled Nomu.

So yeah this is Nomu Izuku x Ibara. Hope you enjoy

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

It was a peaceful morning at U.A. University.

The sun spilled lazily through the tall windows of the Class 1B dorm common room, warming the wooden floors and casting soft light across the empty couches. Birds chirped. A kettle whistled. Peace reigned, for once.

Most of the students were still curled up in bed, understandably wiped out. The day before had been a long one filled with licensing exams, combat drills, and paperwork. Some were snoring. Some were drooling. Others were dead to the world.

But not Ibara Shiozaki.

She stood in the shared kitchen, humming softly as she stirred a pot of miso soup. Her vine-like hair swayed in rhythm with her movements, occasionally reaching out to fetch a ladle or adjust the heat. An apron was tied neatly around her waist, and the gentle scent of grilled fish and egg tamagoyaki wafted through the air.

Serene. Beautiful. A vision of domestic grace.

The Angel of Class 1B, as some called her.

Everything was perfectly normal.

That is, until someone yelped.

"AAAH—oh my God !"

Itsuka Kendo, ever the early riser, had entered the kitchen for a glass of water and was now clutching her chest like she’d just seen death itself crouching by the counter.

Which, to be fair… wasn’t far off.

Because squatting silently next to the spice rack, like some kind of stitched-up kitchen cryptid, was a Nomu.

Or…well. Not quite.

This one didn’t have a beak. Or the drool. Or the same rabid aura of carnage. Instead, this one was lean and muscled, like something sculpted out of sinew and shadow. Purple skin stretched across his frame, patchworked with medical stitching around the shoulders, forearms, and along his jaw. His eyes glowed an eerie, piercing green but they weren’t wild.

They were alert. Focused.

Like a guard dog off-duty.

This was Izuku Midoriya.

Yes. That Izuku Midoriya. Ibara’s childhood friend, the one who went missing years ago. The one they all thought was dead until he showed up at the USJ attack months ago.

Except he wasn’t attacking.

He was protecting.

Long story short: 1A and 1B were collaborating. A villain raid hit. Chaos erupted. And amidst it all, one Nomu had broken ranks and thrown himself in front of the students, shielding them with blade-like arms and a monstrous snarl that shook the walls.

He’d looked at Ibara like she was salvation itself.

Called her Angel .

He hasn’t left her side since.

So now, apparently, Class 1B had a resident Nomu.

Who made tea.

And folded laundry.

And currently was crouched like a murder statue right next to the soba noodles.

Ibara, completely unbothered, blinked once and turned back to the stove. “Izuku, could you please pass the salt?”

The Nomu didn’t speak. He never did.

But he moved.

He slowly rose to his full height, taller than most of the boys in class, his shadow stretching across the counter and stepped toward the spice rack with fluid, unnatural grace. His long, scarred fingers plucked the salt shaker with surgical care.

He handed it to Ibara like a butler from a horror movie.

“Thank you,” she said kindly.

Izuku turned as if to return to his crouch, only for Ibara to cough softly.

She repeated, “Thank you.”

He paused. Those glowing eyes locked on her, unreadable. Then, with careful, practiced hands, he signed:

You’re welcome.

Ibara smiled.

Izuku nodded once and returned to his post by the counter, crouching back into the shadows like the world's politest kitchen gargoyle.

Itsuka slowly lowered her hand from her chest. “I…I hate how fast I’m getting used to this.”

Behind her, Monoma appeared with a groggy scowl and a cup of coffee. He blinked blearily at the scene. “Oh, great. The cryptid’s up. I wanted to some water without fearing for my life.”

“He’s just helping,” Ibara replied serenely, now plating tamagoyaki.

“Helping?! He made eye contact with me and I remembered all my childhood sins!”

From his corner, Izuku blinked once and signed something.

Ibara nodded, amused. “He says he remembers your sins too.”

Monoma yelped and ducked behind the fridge.

One by one, the students of Class 1-B shuffled into the common area—some yawning, some with pillow creases still etched into their cheeks. A few were already plopped on the couch with blankets wrapped around their shoulders like capes. Others hovered in the kitchen, snagging breakfast plates that Ibara had left for them with gentle notes like “Eat well, may your morning be blessed.”

The peaceful murmur of half-awake conversation filled the room.

Ibara had long since stepped out to tend to the small garden just behind the dorm. Dew sparkled on the leaves as she gently watered them, her vines coiling to snip a few overgrown branches. Her hum could still be heard through the open window steady, soft.

So far, a normal morning.

Until the couch abruptly rose three feet off the ground.

"—WHOA WHAT THE—?!"

"WHAT IS HAPPENING?!"

Tetsutetsu practically did a backflip as the sofa tilted under him. Manga flailed with a spoon in his mouth. Kuroiro rolled off it with a grunt, fully prepared to fight gravity.

The culprit?

Izuku.

The Nomu stood beside the couch, one arm, just one, effortlessly holding the entire piece of furniture aloft like it was a throw pillow. Beneath him, a sleek cordless vacuum hummed softly. He moved it back and forth in smooth, deliberate lines, his glowing green eyes focused like vacuuming was a mission from God.

“…Is he vacuuming under us?” Awase asked, incredulous.

“He is” Kendo confirmed, staring.

“I’ve been nearly murdered by like five Nomus,” Tsuburaba muttered from the floor, rubbing his head. “And now one’s doing house chores.”

“It’s… weirdly comforting,” Rin said. “Like… he could kill us. But he’d probably clean the bloodstains right after.”

Just then, Ibara’s head appeared at the window, her expression mildly scolding.

“Izuku,” she called gently. “Please warn people before lifting the couch. With people in it.”

Izuku froze.

Slowly, very slowly , he lowered the couch back to the floor, setting it down with careful precision like it might shatter.

He turned to the window, bowed his head slightly, and signed: Sorry.

Ibara smiled softly. “Thank you.”

Then went back to watering her flowers like this happened all the time.

The rest of the class just… stared.

“He really just listens to her, huh?” Yui murmured.

“Yeah, I noticed that,” Shoda said, still wrapped in a blanket. “Like, all she has to do is blink and he stops whatever he’s doing.”

“Maybe he imprinted on her or something,” Pony whispered.

Monoma, now halfway behind a lamp for no reason, frowned. “No no no, this isn’t some wildlife documentary. He’s not her attack dog.”

“I’m not his master,” Ibara called from the window without even turning. “He’s not a dog. He’s my friend.”

“…A very obedient friend,” Kuroiro muttered.

Setsuna, sprawled on the floor with toast in her mouth, smirked. “Okay but, like. What are you to him, Ibara?”

The room collectively went “Oooooh,” like middle schoolers circling a confession.

Izuku, having just finished vacuuming the corner, paused.

He set the vacuum aside with reverence, turned to them, and signed clearly:

She is my Angel.

Silence.

All heads slowly turned to Ibara, who blinked once, cheeks faintly pink.

“He said,” she translated calmly, “I am his Angel.”

Another beat.

And then Setsuna let out a dramatic gasp and pointed.

“This is literally a romance anime waiting to happen!”

Pony clapped excitedly. “Like, forbidden love between a girl and the monster only she understands!”

“I ship it” Tetsutetsu said, raising his spoon.

 

The grocery store wasn’t exactly glamorous, but it paid for phone bills and new boots, so Ayumi couldn’t complain.

Well… mostly .

"Why is it so hard to find a decent guy these days?" she thought as she rearranged a stack of snacks. "Like…is it really too much to ask for someone buff, gentle, and at least a little terrifying? Goth-coded? Someone who looks like he could snap a man in half and then carry my groceries with one hand?"

She sighed dramatically and rested her chin on her palm.

"Just once, I’d like to meet a guy with murder vibes and good manners."

A light tap on her shoulder.

She blinked, straightened, and turned with her default customer service smile.

“Hi! How can I—”

Her brain blue-screened.

Standing before her was a terrifying, stitched-up absolute unit of a man.

He was tall, at least 6'2", with lean, muscular arms barely contained in a black T-shirt that clung a little too well. Faded jeans hugged his hips. Clean sneakers, surprisingly. His skin was a purple hue with surgical stitches trailing across his exposed forearms and peeking up the sides of his neck. A thick shock of dark green curls framed his face like a halo gone rogue. His expression was unreadable, calm, bored even—but his glowing green eyes stared like they were studying her soul for flaws.

Around his neck hung a small whiteboard with a string. He flipped it around with practiced ease.

Where are the eggs? it read, in neat handwriting.

She forgot how breathing worked.

He had the face of someone who’d fought God and won. The body of a gym deity. The eyes of a cryptid who only emerged during blood moons. And somehow he was just. Asking. For. Eggs.

With that blank, devastatingly gorgeous face.

“I…uh…s-s-section five,” she managed to stammer, pointing like her life depended on it.

He followed her gesture, nodded once, and flipped the whiteboard again.

Thank you.

Then calmly began pushing his cart, filled with neatly stacked vegetables and a loaf of rye bread.

Ayumi stood rooted in place.

"...Oh my god," she whispered. "He's hot."

Her hands trembled slightly. Her heart was screaming.

She watched his back as he walked away, every step looking like it should be in a music video set in a cemetery.

"Shit..."

She clutched the bag of chips to her chest.

"I forgot to ask for his number."

 

The dorm doors opened with a tired click and an even more exhausted groan from Itsuka.

“Remind me again,” she grumbled, dragging her feet, “why algebra for hero law is a thing?”

“Because math is evil,” Tetsutetsu answered, immediately collapsing onto the genkan bench.

They were halfway through griping when they noticed it.

Again.

Right by the front entrance, sitting cross-legged on the floor like a statue carved out of stitched marble, was Izuku.

Glowing green eyes blinked once. Then he stood up silently and walked forward, footsteps light for someone who looked like he could throw a vending machine with one arm.

Without a word, he reached for Ibara’s bag.

“Oh,” Ibara said softly, “thank you.”

Izuku nodded, carefully slipping the strap off her shoulder as she removed her shoes.

No one even blinked anymore. This was normal now. The horrifying, quiet, patchwork-looking man waiting like a dog at the door, then gently taking Ibara’s things the moment she returned.

Just Nomu roommate things.

But this time, Yui broke the silence.

“…What do you do all day when we’re in class?” she asked, voice flat.

Izuku paused mid-step, then turned toward her.

He raised his hands and signed a single word.

Wait.

Monoma squinted. “Wait?”

Izuku nodded.

“Wait as in like… for Ibara?”

He nodded again.

There was a beat.

“…Dude. You just sit there for hours? Like, actually just waiting?”

Another nod.

Ibara blinked and looked at him in concern. “Doesn’t it hurt? Your back, your legs? Doesn’t it get boring?”

Izuku shook his head calmly, like pain and boredom were myths he’d read about once and decided not to believe in.

“You do know,” she said gently, “you don’t have to just wait here. You’re not stuck. You can go out. Take a walk. Watch TV. Explore campus if you want. You’re not… caged here.”

He stared at her for a second, then raised his hands again.

I like waiting for you.

A chorus of quiet hollers and dramatic gasps exploded behind them.

“Boooooy,” Setsuna drawled from the couch. “That’s so sweet it’s suspicious.”

Ibara’s cheeks went a faint shade of pink. She turned and gave the others a warning glare. They immediately began pretending to check their phones.

Turning back to Izuku, she gave him a small, tender smile, if a little exasperated.

“I’m glad you wait,” she said softly, “but you don’t have to just wait. I hate imagining you sitting here staring at the wall all day. We’ll find you something to do tonight. A hobby.”

Izuku tilted his head, curious.

“Like a puzzle,” she offered. “Or a book. Or Sudoku.”

He considered this.

Then signed:

Whatever makes Angel happy.

Ibara covered her face with one hand.

“I will buy you a jigsaw puzzle right now if it makes you stop saying that with a straight face,” she muttered.

Izuku looked utterly unbothered.

 

Sidekicks saw a lot of weird shit.

That was just part of the job.

Since joining an agency under the Number 12 Pro Hero, Kazama had been neck-deep in reports and street surveillance. Nomu sightings. League of Villains chatter. Civilian protection drills. Sidekicks might not always be front-line, but they got the briefings. All the briefings.

So when his partner, Jin, nudged him with an elbow on their patrol route and said, “Yo. Don’t look now, but... that’s a Nomu, right?” Kazama didn’t laugh.

He turned. He looked.

And almost dropped his coffee.

Across the street, casually strolling down the sidewalk, was a very large, very lean, very stitched-up humanoid. His skin was that sickly purple-gray hue, with clear surgical scars along his arms and neck. He had glowing green eyes and a blank stare that could be printed on a wanted poster.

Kazama’s brain pinged with every slide from the briefing room.

DO NOT ENGAGE. CALL A TOP 10 HERO. IMMEDIATE EVAC IF POSSIBLE. NOMUS ARE EXTREMELY DANGEROUS.

“Shit,” Kazama muttered, hand hovering near his comm. “Do we... report this? That’s a Nomu. That is literally a Nomu.”

But then “Wait. Wait wait wait.” Jin squinted. “Is that... is that a shopping bag?”

The "Nomu" was indeed carrying three boxes of organic almond milk, held in one arm like they were weightless. Walking beside him was a young woman, serene, vine-like hair swaying in the breeze, chatting happily and gesturing toward some nearby stalls.

“Bro... is that a girl? Is he... on a date?”

Kazama blinked.

“I…yeah.”

They both watched.

The Nomu stopped when the girl paused to point at a nearby fruit stand. He nodded, then reached down with surprising gentleness to pick up a dropped coin she hadn’t even noticed, handing it to her. She smiled. He signed something. She giggled.

Kazama’s mouth opened. Closed.

“…Okay. Hold on. Nomus don’t sign.”

“Yeah, but like… maybe it’s one of those smart Nomus?”

“He has hair .

“Patchy skin isn’t even in the official description…”

“…This might just be a really cursed mutation quirk.”

They stood in silence as the not-Nomu, who, again, could probably snap a lamppost in half with a thought, proceeded to hand over some cash to a vendor and politely bow when receiving change. The girl beside him handed him a grape and he ate it.

Like a normal person.

Like someone who wasn’t genetically engineered to rip spines out.

Jin sipped his coffee.

“…You know what?” he said finally. “I think we leave this one alone.”

“Yeah,” Kazama said. “Not our business.”

“Good for him, honestly.”

“Man’s got a girl and groceries. Living better than I am.”

“Truly. Inspirational.”

And with that, they walked away, pretending they hadn’t just almost hit the Nomu panic button on a glorified grocery date.

 

—-

“Ibaraaa~,” Setsuna sang, flopping onto the couch with a stack of fashion magazines in her arms. “You said you wanted to expand your wardrobe, right?”

Ibara, already wary, looked up from her book. “Yes, but…”

“Perfect! Because I took that as permission to find you the most scandalous, jaw-dropping, gloriously unholy fits known to womankind.”

“That is not what I meant.”

But it was too late. Setsuna was already flipping through pages, shoving them toward Izuku, who sat obediently beside her like some demonic bouncer helping pick out prom dresses.

“Okay, Izuku, focus. Tell us what looks good on her. Don’t be shy.”

He blinked.

Stared.

Flip. A mesh top with strategic cut-outs.

No reaction.

Flip. A swimsuit so small it might qualify as string theory.

Still no reaction. Maybe a blink. Maybe not.

Flip. A clubbing outfit that looked more like a bandage with confidence.

Izuku tilted his head. Thoughtful. But not convinced.

Ibara groaned, covering her face. “I said I wanted variety, not lingerie.”

“Fashion is suffering,” Setsuna declared. “Let the boy pick. Maybe he’s into something cute!”

Izuku kept turning pages with quiet focus, flipping slowly, eyes scanning with the patience of a saint. Until…he stopped.

Stared.

Pointed.

Setsuna leaned over to look. “Oho~ what caught your eye, bud?”

Ibara peeked between her fingers.

And froze.

It was a dress.

But not just any dress.

A wedding dress.

Elegant. Modest, but stunning. Long lace sleeves, flowing skirt, a ribbon cinched just beneath the bust. Timeless.

Izuku looked up at Ibara expectantly.

She stared at it. Stared at him.

Face blooming red like a rose in fast-forward.

“I-Izuku,” she stammered, her voice a breath above a whisper. “Do you… do you know what kind of dress that is?”

He blinked. Then looked at the page. Then back at her.

He raised his hands slowly.

It suits Angel.

A sound escaped Setsuna that may have been a squeal or a scream. No one was sure. She flailed dramatically off the couch.

Ibara covered her face again.

“…I’m going to pray,” she whispered. “For strength.”

 

Izuku stood silently outside a convenience store.

A shadowed monolith of stitched skin, lean muscle, glowing eyes, and zero expression.

His hands were in his pockets. His eyes were half-lidded. His posture screamed I could kill you but I won’t, unless Angel tells me to.

And yet: “Oh my gawd you are soooo hot.”

A voice squealed from nearby.

Enter: Gyaru.

Blonde extensions, crop top struggling to contain the universe, five-inch heels, acrylic nails, and an aura of chaotic confidence. She’d been watching Izuku for three minutes and had already decided she wanted to climb him like a jungle gym.

“You don’t talk much, huh? That’s okay. Silent types are sooo my type.”

Izuku blinked.

Didn’t move.

Didn’t speak.

Just stared with the same bored look that made grown heroes flinch.

The gyaru giggled.

“Oh my god. You’re so intense. Are you like, a model? Or a villain? Either way-” she leaned closer, cleavage doing ungodly things, “ -you wanna go somewhere? Like, my place somewhere?”

Still nothing.

Just a slow blink.

She gasped.

“Oh my god you’re such a beast. I love that. You wanna bang? I mean, I can fix you. Or like, let you ruin me-”

DING-DING.

The convenience store door slid open.

Out stepped Ibara, carrying a plastic bag of snacks and an iced tea. She blinked at the scene. Then called out, casually:

“Izuku?”

Instantly the towering monster turned and walked straight to her, no hesitation, no glance back, just beeline to Angel.

“Did you wait long?” Ibara asked, handing him his drink.

Izuku shook his head. Signed:

No. Was offered bang. Declined.

Ibara blinked.

“…What?”

Behind them, the gyaru watched, jaw dropped, as her best efforts crumbled before a nun-core girl with vines for hair and a grocery bag of tofu.

Izuku gently took the bag from Ibara and opened the tea bottle for her.

The gyaru slumped to the ground.

“I’m not even mad,” she muttered. “That was some goddess-tier loyalty. I just got out-matched by a woman who doesn’t even show ankle.”

 

The dorm door opened with the usual clatter of tired teens returning from afternoon combat drills. There was chatter, laughter, someone asking who stole their towel again, and a halfhearted argument about whose fault it was that Manga summoned a literal “BOOM” again.

In the middle of it all walked Ibara, smiling gently despite the clear puff of a bruise on her cheek.

Nothing serious.

Just a glancing hit. Happens in training all the time.

What she didn’t expect, however, was the sudden growl that echoed through the common area.

A low, guttural sound.

Dangerous.

She turned already knowing who it was.

Izuku.

He was standing by the stairwell. Arms tense. Shoulders rigid. Eyes glowing brighter than usual.

And locked entirely on her face.

More specifically:

The bruise.

“Uh-oh,” whispered Setsuna from behind her, backing up like someone watching a security breach in progress.

“Izuku,” Ibara said firmly, one hand on her hip. “I told you this might happen.”

He just took one step forward, teeth slightly bared. He didn’t roar, didn’t lunge, but the air around him shifted. The kind of pressure that said someone’s about to be hunted and they don’t even know it yet.

“Izuku,” Ibara repeated, sterner this time, her finger pointing straight at him.

He stopped.

Her tone softened, not weak, but weighted.

“No hunting,” she said. “No maiming. And absolutely no punishing anyone for a bruise that came from a spar. We’ve been over this.”

Izuku signed quickly, sharply:

Someone hurt Angel.

“And I’m training to be a hero,” she countered. “This is part of the job.”

He stared, unmoving.

The silence dragged.

Ibara stepped closer.

Her hands gently took his.

“I know you’re trying to protect me,” she said quietly. “But what’s going to happen if you don’t follow the rules? If you keep threatening people for just doing their part?”

She looked him in the eye, her expression softening.

“I’ll get mad,” she said. “And sad. And disappointed. Is that what you want?”

Izuku’s expression faltered.

Like someone had just hit pause on the rage machine.

He looked down.

Then slowly, reluctantly, signed:

No.

“Good,” Ibara said, squeezing his hands. “Now come. You can hold the ice pack while I do the dishes.”

Izuku hesitated.

Then nodded.

Setsuna, peeking around the corner, whispered, “Damn. She tamed the beast with disappointment. Ibara really said ‘I’m not mad, just disappointed,’ and his soul left his body.”

“Right?” whispered Kendo. “I wish I had that kind of power.”

“I’d get away with so much more.”

Meanwhile, Ibara led her sulking stitched protector to the kitchen, where he gently placed an ice pack against her cheek with the kind of tenderness usually reserved for crystal glass or holy relics.

She smiled. He looked less grumpy.

And the dorm remained bruise-free… for now.

 

It was a peaceful afternoon in the city.

Ibara had convinced Izuku to go out with her, not that it took much convincing. The moment she asked, he was already by her side. Now they were seated at a bench near a quiet dessert shop, people walking by with glances that ranged from startled to curious.

To most strangers, Izuku Midoriya was just a tall, terrifying man with glowing green eyes, patchy purple skin, and an expression like he was constantly choosing not to destroy everything around him.

And next to him, Ibara Shiozaki, a gentle, vine-haired girl with a peaceful aura and the patience of a saint, waited in line for their sundaes.

To the public: Powerful monster boyfriend + angelic girlfriend = urban legend couple energy.

To them: Just Saturday

As Izuku sat motionless on the bench, arms crossed and eyes half-lidded, a shadow approached from the side.

A tall boy, maybe second year high school.

Big. Broad. Terrifying-looking.

He had rough, mottled stone-like skin, jagged fangs, glowing yellow eyes, and horns curled back along his head. People walked a wide arc around him, and he flinched every time someone stared too long.

But when he saw Izuku, sitting so still and calm with no disguise, no apology, just existing, his eyes lit up.

"Uh... excuse me?"

Izuku didn’t move, but his eyes flicked toward the voice.

The boy stood awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.

“I..I saw you earlier. With your girlfriend. You looked... cool.”

Silence.

“I mean..not just cool but like. Like you didn’t care what people thought. You were just... there. With her. Just being you. That’s... kind of amazing.”

Izuku blinked.

The boy sat beside him carefully. “Sorry. I just…look, I have this girl I really like. She’s in my class. She has these little cat ears and she’s always smiling and bringing snacks and...man, she’s just... sunshine, y’know?”

Izuku continued to stare. Blank, unreadable. Slight tilt of the head.

The boy nodded like he understood.

“Yeah. Yeah, I know. It’s that feeling. You get it. But the problem is... look at me.” He gestured to himself. “I look like I eat concrete for breakfast and headbutt mailboxes. I can’t even wear normal gloves. You know how hard it is to flirt with someone when your hands could crush a doorknob?”

Still no response.

“But then I see you. And her. And you’re not even trying. You’re just there . And she looks at you like you’re the sun. Like you matter. That gives me hope.”

Izuku remained still. His fingers gently tapped against his arm, not signing, just... thinking.

The boy nodded again, as if that meant something.

“Yeah... Yeah, you’re right. I shouldn’t wait for her to see me differently. I should just be me. Let her know I like her. Let her choose.”

Izuku blinked again.

The boy stood up, smile slowly growing. “Thanks, man. You didn’t even have to say anything. I get it. You’re like... deep.”

Just then, Ibara returned with two sundaes, a little confused but not alarmed.

The boy nodded at her. “Your boyfriend’s awesome, by the way. Gave me some real good advice.”

Ibara blinked. “...He’s not my…”

The boy didn’t even let her finish as he turned and jogged off with purpose in his step, hope in his eyes, and a slightly better posture.

Ibara sat beside Izuku and handed him his sundae.

"...What did you tell him?"

Izuku signed:  Nothing

She smiled, shook her head fondly, and leaned into him.

“Well. Whatever you didn’t say... it helped.”

 

UA University was quiet.

The night sky above the dorms was awash with stars, a soft breeze carrying the scent of the school gardens. Windows glowed faintly, some still lit by forgotten lamps or laptop screens, but most dark, students tucked safely in their beds, the stress of exams and hero work finally giving way to sleep.

In Class 1B’s dormitory, all was calm.

And then Ibara Shiozaki’s eyes fluttered open.

No alarm, no nightmare. Just instinct, quiet and gentle. She sat up slowly, brushing her hair back, her gaze moving knowingly toward the dark corner of her room.

Two glowing green eyes stared back at her.

It didn’t startle her anymore. Not like the first time.

Now, it was... routine.

She stood, stretching slightly before padding across the room barefoot. The light of the moon spilled over the floor, illuminating the tall, silent figure half-shadowed against the wall.

“Izuku,” she whispered softly.

He tilted his head, unblinking.

Her hands found his…stitched, cool, careful in her grasp.

“I’ve been meaning to ask this...” she murmured, thumbs brushing his knuckles. “What do you do while I’m asleep?”

Izuku didn’t respond at first. His expression didn’t change. Then, slowly, his fingers moved.

I watch you sleep.

Anyone else might’ve screamed.

Ibara smiled.

“I’m glad,” she said honestly. “It makes me feel safe.”

Her voice dropped a little. “But... do you ever sleep?”

Izuku shook his head.

“Do you need to?”

Another shake.

She tapped his fingers gently, not in frustration, but care.

“Do you want to?” she asked. “Even if you don’t need it... even if it’s not for survival... I think you should try. For yourself.”

A pause. A stillness, like he was processing her words.

Then, his hands moved.

Does Angel want me to sleep?

Her cheeks warmed, but she smiled and squeezed his hand.

“I want it... if you want it.”

Silence stretched between them again. But this time, not as emptiness—more like the moment before dawn.

Finally, his hands moved once more.

I will try.

Ibara’s smile grew, quiet and proud.

She turned and sat on the bed, patting her lap. “Come here,” she said gently. “You can rest your head on me, just like we used to.”

Izuku knelt beside her, curling his legs beneath the bed, and slowly lowered his head onto her lap. He was careful, always careful with her. His movements, though strong, held a reverence he showed no one else.

She ran her fingers through his stitched, artificial hair. It wasn’t real, but the memories were.

“Do you remember,” she said softly, “when we were little, and you’d fall asleep on me after playing hero?”

He didn’t answer.

She didn’t expect him to.

“I still have the photo. My mom took it. You were drooling.”

She giggled at the memory. He didn’t react, but somehow the atmosphere around him softened.

“Close your eyes,” she whispered. “Just breathe”

Izuku’s glowing eyes dimmed as they slid shut.

“Empty your mind. Let go. It’s okay. I’m here.”

It didn’t happen immediately. At first, he was stiff. Coiled like a spring. As if sleep was something dangerous.

But gradually... the tension left his body. His hands slackened. His chest, stitched and scarred, rose with something almost like a breath. He didn’t sigh but if he could, maybe he would’ve.

And in that quiet, Ibara laid back, his head still resting gently in her lap. Her hand stayed in his hair, slow and steady.

Eventually, her eyes closed too.

And for the first time, they dreamed the same dream.

A boy, five years old, running along a grassy hill. A girl beside him, laughing, her hair made of vines trailing behind her like ribbons. She teased him that he was too slow.

He only laughed louder, chasing her.

Notes:

And that's a wrap. I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter of scenes I made with Nomu Izuku and Ibara.

And that's honestly about it. See ya in the next chapter

Chapter 60: Say Yes to Save the World

Summary:

When the future falls to ruin, only one message can save the multiverse: Izuku Midoriya must say yes. To anything. What begins as a ridiculous crack mission quickly spirals into unexpected chaos, romantic confusion, and a quiet act of emotional healing. Featuring emotionally intelligent fire-breathing sharks, the worst hentai in human history, and Tatami Nakagame at her most vulnerable—and most selfish.

Notes:

And we are back with another chapter. This time featuring Tatami Nakagame. If you don't remember her she's the girl who can like retract her limbs like a turtle. She's the one in the Provisional Exam and the one dating Shindo.

In any case hope you enjoy this

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

The world was dead.

Fire painted the sky in hues of red and orange, the heat suffocating and unrelenting. Ash rained like sick mockery of snow, coating the ruins of what were once towering buildings. The streets, once bustling with life, were now graveyards, littered with bodies in various states of decay. The stench of rot clung to the air, thick and inescapable. Maggots feasted on what little remained of flesh, their writhing forms a grotesque reminder that even in death, the body was never left alone.

And then there were them .

Figures that once resembled people lurked in the shadows, moving in an unnatural, jerky manner. Eyes hollow, mouths open in twisted grins or silent screams. The things that walked these streets were neither alive nor dead—abominations that roamed endlessly, hunting for the few scraps of humanity that still clung to existence.

In the heart of the ruins of U.A. University, four individuals gathered in the dark. They were all that was left.

A cloaked figure stood stiffly, hands curled into fists beneath tattered fabric. Before them, a man who had clearly seen more war than peace leaned against a crumbling wall. Blonde hair, long and dirty, was pushed back, streaked with gray. A beard covered his face, unkempt but unable to hide the deep-set exhaustion in his eyes. Where his left arm should have been, metal gleamed a crude, makeshift replacement.

Denki Kaminari.

And despite everything, despite the horrors outside and the inevitability of their end, Kaminari smiled. It was tired, weak, but genuine.

“This is going to work.” His voice was hoarse, but firm.

The cloaked figure hesitated, glancing around at the remains of their so-called safe house. Skeletal walls barely held up, rubble scattered around like forgotten memories. Everything stank of death, of loss, of finality. The cloaked figure swallowed.

“…But why me ?”

Kaminari chuckled, shaking his head. “Because I’m on my last legs here, buddy.” He lifted his metal arm, flexing the fingers with a mechanical whirr. “Hatsume’s literally a walking robot, and Izu-”

A voice, rough and edged with something unreadable, cut through the air.

“I am blind.”

The cloaked figure flinched as a man stepped from the shadows. His presence was commanding despite the exhaustion radiating off him in waves. Green hair, dirty and matted, framed a face marred with scars old and new, deep and painful. A cloth was wrapped tightly around his eyes, stained dark from where his sockets used to be.

Izuku Midoriya.

He let out a hollow chuckle. “Eyes got scooped and eaten, remember?” He gestured vaguely toward his own face, as if it was nothing more than a minor inconvenience.

The cloaked figure’s stomach churned.

Kaminari shrugged, as if trying to lighten the mood. “You’re the only one with full limbs, a functioning body, and a decent enough lifespan to not shut down in the middle of the mission.” He nudged the cloaked figure with his elbow. “Long enough to deliver the warning.”

Still, they hesitated. “I…I don’t know if I can”

Izuku reached out, gripping their shoulder. His hands were rough, calloused, worn from too much battle.

“Listen.” His voice was low, serious, unwavering. “We have one shot at this. Find me. Find Izuku Midoriya from twenty years ago. And tell him what needs to be done. It’s the only way.”

A whirring sound cut through the tense silence. From the far side of the room, a mechanical figure rolled forward, gears clicking softly. A humanoid robot, its frame cobbled together from scraps, moved with eerie precision. A voice crackled from within, lively despite its robotic distortion.

“Here you go, traveler.”

Hatsume. Or rather, what was left of her. She was long gone, her body lost to time, but her mind lived on in the wires and circuits that controlled the machine.

A metal arm extended, holding a sleek, cylindrical device.

“This will take you twenty years into the past five days before everything falls apart.”

The cloaked figure reached out with a shaking hand, taking the device.

Hatsume’s voice softened, static crackling through. “You know your mission.”

The cloaked figure inhaled sharply. “Find Izuku Midoriya. Tell him to say yes. World saved.”

“Probably not world saved,” Izuku muttered, “but… it’ll be better than this.”

A low growl echoed from beyond the broken walls. The floor vibrated with approaching footsteps, some dragging, some running. A chorus of inhuman snarls followed.

They had found them.

Kaminari tsked, standing straighter. “Well. Guess this is it.” He turned to the cloaked figure, giving them a small punch to the shoulder. “Don’t mess up.”

And then he turned, stepping forward as electricity crackled around him.

The cloaked figure clenched their fists.

“Denki!”

But he was already moving.

“HEY, FREAKS! MISS ME?!”

Lightning exploded around him, casting blinding flashes of white and blue through the darkness. He tore through the enemy lines, electricity lashing out like whips, frying everything in his path. One of the creatures lunged, claws gleaming. With a sickening shrrkk, Kaminari’s arm was torn clean off.

He barely flinched. He only grinned.

“Damn,” he chuckled, blood pooling at his feet. “That was my good arm.”

Another swipe slashed across his torso. Another dug into his leg. He collapsed onto one knee, panting, sparks sputtering weakly around him. The creatures swarmed, their grins impossibly wide, their jagged teeth dripping with hunger.

And Kaminari laughed.

His body glowed brighter, electricity building to a level far beyond anything humanly possible.

“If I’m going down…” He lifted his head, eyes alight with something dangerous. “I’m taking you all with me.”

The air itself vibrated. Sparks crackled and danced across his broken body, surging outward in waves.

And then:

PLUS ULTRA: ONE BILLION VOLTS .”

A blinding flash. A roar of raw power.

The cloaked figure stumbled, fingers scrambling over the smooth surface of the time device. Sparks flickered erratically from its core, its internal mechanisms whirring as Hatsume’s voice crackled through the speakers.

"Alright, traveler, listen up, your field’s stabilizing. You’ll feel a bit of a buzz, but that means it's working. Hold tight for two minutes while the system calibrates."

Two minutes.

They didn’t have two minutes.

The ground trembled beneath them, each impact heavier than the last. The cloaked figure turned, heart sinking at the monstrous silhouettes approaching through the haze of dust and smoke.

Two giants.

Towering creatures, grotesque and inhuman, their forms shifting unnaturally as if barely constrained by physics. They were horrors molded by quirk experimentation, their bodies an unholy fusion of raw power and mindless hunger.

Izuku Midoriya only smiled.

He took a step forward, rolling his shoulders, fingers flexing against the worn fabric of his suit. His blindfolded gaze never left the creatures.

"Good luck," he murmured, his voice steady. Then, without turning back "Hatsume… care to dance with me one last time?"

A static-laced chuckle rang through the ruined air.

"It would be my honor."

The robot that was Hatsume shifted, plates unfolding, mechanisms twisting, wrapping around Izuku like living armor. Metal limbs clicked into place, exoskeletal plating securing itself over his battered body. A visor slotted down over his blindfold, glowing faintly as sensors flickered to life.

For the first time in years, Izuku saw.

"I’ve got you, hero," Hatsume’s voice hummed through the interface. "Let’s make it count."

Izuku crouched low, muscles coiling.

The cloaked figure barely had time to process his next words.

"Goodbye."

And then he launched.

The last thing the cloaked figure saw before darkness took them was Izuku uppercutting one of the beasts, the impact shattering its jaw. The second creature lunged, its colossal fist descending

CRASH.

The world went black.

 

Twenty Years in the Past

Class 2-A was having an uneventful day.

Lessons had dragged on as usual. Aizawa was lying on the floor, half-asleep, looking just about done with existence. Mineta was being Mineta, earning disgusted groans and a well-placed shoe to the face courtesy of Jirou.

It was normal. Safe. Boring.

Then the walls shook.

The fluorescent lights overhead flickered violently as a deafening boom echoed through the hallway. A dome of lightning surged into existence, crackling with unstable energy. Students yelped, desks screeching as they scrambled into defensive stances.

The dome pulsed once, twice before collapsing in on itself.

And when the light faded, a lone figure stood in its place.

Tall. Broad-shouldered. A towering presence, rivaling Shoji in height. A tattered cloak draped over them, its edges burnt and torn by time. Their stance was heavy, feet planted firmly as they slowly lifted their head, taking in their surroundings.

A breathless whisper left them.

"It worked… Thank you."

The class barely had time to process those words before the figure moved, stepping toward the door.

Instantly, the room erupted into action.

"STAY BACK!" Iida commanded, already positioning himself between the intruder and his classmates. Bakugo’s palms crackled with explosions, his teeth bared. Shoto was already icing up his right side. Even Aizawa, who had been motionless just seconds ago, was fully alert, his capture scarf uncoiling like a snake, eyes glowing red.

The cloaked figure raised their hands.

"I'm not here to hurt anyone," their voice was deep, rough, and tired. "I'm from the future."

Silence.

Tension coiled in the air, thick and suffocating. No one moved. No one breathed.

Then, slowly, the figure reached up gripping the edge of their hood

And pulled it back.

A collective gasp rippled through the class.

A mohawk. Jagged, unkempt, but distinctly purple.

But that wasn’t what sent chills down their spines.

The face.

Scarred. Hardened. Left eye grayed out, permanently blind. Stubble lined his jaw, his expression grim, heavy with a weight none of them could understand. A long, jagged scar ran from his left cheek, cutting diagonally across his nose, down to his right cheek.

This was not a boy.

This was a survivor.

His gaze flickered over the room until it landed on one person.

His next words shattered the world they knew.

"I am Mineta Minoru," he declared, voice steady.

"And I’ve come to deliver a message to Izuku Midoriya."

The room froze.

Every pair of eyes blinked once. Then, slowly, very slowly, they turned to the class’s own Mineta, who was currently sobbing into Shoji’s leg like a toddler at daycare drop-off.

“YOU’RE WHO?!”

Shoji was trying to shake him off. “Dude, stop licking my calf”

All eyes snapped back to the timeworn figure standing in the ruined classroom’s center. Future Mineta’s long coat swayed in the air-conditioned breeze, half-burnt and scarred. His one working eye gleamed under a grim scar. He looked like he’d crawled through ten timelines and only cried in eight of them.

“I don’t have much time ”

Bakugo, gods bless his one neuron of patience, didn’t let him finish. He grabbed Present Mineta by the collar and shook him like a maraca.

“THIS SHRIMP? THIS PERVERTED GRAPE?!”

Future Mineta sighed like a man whose soul had already left the building.

“…Yes.”

Bakugo’s eye twitched. “Prove it.”

The room collectively leaned in.

Future Mineta groaned like the weight of a thousand sins had returned to his shoulders. “Back at the dorms,” he said slowly, “under the bed, from the left, taped to the underside of the mattress, I have a hidden collection of… Milf-Villain-Cucking-Pegging volumes. Limited edition. Glossy. Signed.”

There was a beat of stunned silence.

And then Iida was gone.

A blur of honor and sheer, unholy duty.

Exactly seventeen seconds later, he returned. His glasses were crooked. His very soul looked like it had aged forty years.

He held the collection.

Ten layers of gloves. Tongs. A pair of salad servers. And still, the books screamed actual, audible screaming.

KILL US! one shrieked.

THE FEELING OF NYLON! THE SHAME! another sobbed.

“OH GOD THEY’RE SENTIENT,” Kaminari screamed, scrambling onto the nearest desk.

Bakugo didn’t hesitate. BOOM. One blast. The stack disintegrated in a puff of cursed paper and weeping moans, their souls released to horny purgatory.

“NOOOO!” Present Mineta screamed in agony. “They were laminated!”

“EXACTLY.” Iida hissed, wiping his face with bleach.

Future Mineta dusted himself off, barely fazed.

He turned to Izuku.

Grabbed him by the shoulders.

His voice dropped to a deadly serious whisper.

“Izuku. Listen to me. The future, the entire multiverse depends on you.”

Izuku blinked, sweating. “M-me?! W-wait, I–”

SLAP.

It wasn’t even that hard, but it echoed like divine judgment. Izuku reeled.

“I didn’t watch my friends,” Future Mineta said, voice trembling, “my family… my lovers… die, just so you could have a panic attack right now.”

A beat.

Then a flash.

A rapid montage flickered:

Mineta at U.A., sitting beside Mina, laughing too loudly at a fart joke.

His mom hugging him after a sports festival.

Fire. Blood. A battlefield soaked in ash. Sero, down. Tsuyu, screaming.

A muscular silhouette wrapping him in protective arms. A man with a buzzcut and gentle eyes brushing a kiss to his forehead. Cuddling under a blanket. Safe. Loved.

FLASH.

Gone.

Only Present Mineta seemed to have seen it.

He blinked, confused. “…Wait, was that last guy…?”

Future Mineta turned away. Didn’t answer.

He looked back at Izuku. His eye was wet.

Everyone was quiet now.

“Everyone’s gone,” he whispered. “And you’re all that’s left. Please. If not for the multiverse…” He hesitated, voice cracking. “Then do it for me. If there’s any part of you that ever thought of me as a friend… please.”

The classroom held its breath.

Izuku swallowed hard, eyes wide. Then he slowly nodded.

“…Okay. I’ll do it. I’ll listen.”

Future Mineta exhaled, shoulders sagging in relief. “Good. Good. Then there’s still hope.”

He stood, joints cracking like old wood under pressure.

“Five days from now,” he said, voice steady, “the world ends. Or at least… starts to.”

Gasps rippled through the room.

“But in three days,” he continued, stepping forward, “someone will knock on your dorm room door. And when they do— say yes. To everything. No matter what it is.”

He locked eyes with Izuku.

“I don’t care if they want you to kiss a cactus, rob a pharmacy, or fly to Germany and twerk in lederhosen. Say. Yes.

The class blinked.

“…That’s it?” Kirishima asked slowly. “Just say yes?”

“Just?” Future Mineta barked a broken laugh. “JUST?”

He began to pace, gesturing wildly. “In my timeline, hell, in every version of it we compared notes. Me, Kaminari, Hatsume… we traveled, met other versions of ourselves, watched our own deaths, kissed variant Kaminaris out of sheer grief– focus , sorry.”

He spun back to Izuku, eyes wide. “Every timeline, no matter how different, always led to that one moment . That door. That knock. Your decision. If you say no, any version of no the timeline collapses. Every time.”

He pointed at Izuku like he was accusing him of universal treason. “You need to say yes. And you need to commit. No waffling. No half-hearted mumbles. Full. Send.”

Bakugo looked like he was about to explode. “THE HELL KIND OF STUPID MULTIVERSE BULLSH—”

Suddenly, Future Mineta screamed.

His body jolted, twitching violently as glowing cracks split across his arms and chest. A high-pitched shrieking sound filled the room like nails on metal.

His form was glitching.

Fragments of him blurred in and out, bones momentarily visible beneath skin, face warping between frames.

“AAAGHHH!”

The class screamed. Sato covered Mineta’s eyes. Kaminari screamed louder.

And then it stopped.

F-Mineta dropped to one knee, gasping, sweat pouring down his face.

“The timeline… is trying to correct itself…” he panted. “I’m an anomaly now… shouldn’t exist… time is throwing a tantrum…”

He staggered to his feet, stumbling toward Izuku.

Grabbed him again.

“Remember. Two days. Say yes. Don’t chicken out. If they want to take pictures? Yes. Want to kiss? Yes. Want to unleash your inner freak at a hotel in Shibuya? YES .”

Izuku’s mouth was just open. No words. Just trauma.

Another flicker

F-Mineta started to vanish, parts of him breaking off like dust in the wind. But as his head faded, his expression changed.

He smiled.

He saw something.

Off in the distance beyond the veil of time, a massive, muscled, oiled-up man stood in golden light, arms open like a romance novel cover. Wind blew through his mullet. Abs gleamed like wet marble.

Future Mineta whispered, teary-eyed: “Babe…”

And was gone.

Silence.

Except for one tiny, horrified voice:

WHO THE FUCK WAS THAT? ” Present Mineta screamed.

No one answered.

Slowly, everyone turned to look at Izuku.

Wide-eyed. Sweaty. Still frozen mid-nod.

Silence.

“…Guess the future’s up to you now,” Jirou muttered.

“Hell of a Tuesday,” Kaminari whispered.

Aizawa rose from behind the desk, blinked once, then muttered:

“Too damn early for this.”

And collapsed flat onto the floor.

 

Five days before the end of the world

Tatami Nakagame was having an absolutely delightful evening.

She hummed a cheesy pop tune under her breath, earbuds bouncing as she skipped up the stairs to her apartment like someone who just won a contest and honestly, it felt like that. No crime for a full week meant her internship agency finally did the impossible.

They let everyone go home early.

A miracle. A societal blessing. A true act of divine mercy.

And Tatami? She made the most of it.

She hit the convenience store with a mission: ice cream, her favorite potato sticks, three kinds of onigiri, and a dumb pink soda that probably tasted like chemicals and joy. And not just for her, oh no. She’d loaded up for two, as any good girlfriend would. Shindo liked the cream-filled pastries with the panda on the wrapper. She bought four.

“He better not have eaten already,” she muttered with a grin, juggling the plastic bags as she slid her key into the door. “Babe! I brought snacks!”

She swung the door open with all the enthusiasm of a woman arriving to a cozy night in with her idiot but lovable boyfriend.

What she got instead?

Shindo, standing completely naked in the living room, holding a pillow to his crotch like it owed him money.

A yelp came from the couch.

Tatami blinked.

There was a girl. Also naked. Sprawled on her throw blanket.

One of the cheerleaders. The flirty one who always had a new guy every week. The one who bragged about giving handjobs during lunch break like it was her job title.

Tatami’s smile didn’t drop. Her arms didn’t move. She just stood there, keys still dangling from her fingers, ice cream slowly melting in the bag.

Shindo’s mouth was moving. “It’s not what it looks like, she just stopped by…I didn’t mean–”

She didn’t hear it. Or maybe she just didn’t care.

The other girl scoffed and rolled her eyes. “You could knock, you know.”

Tatami turned her head toward her, eyes calm and quiet. Her voice, when it came, was even softer than usual.

“Out of everyone you could’ve cheated on me with… you picked a slut.”

The girl’s expression twisted in offense. “Excuse me?!”

Tatami tilted her head. “Didn’t you brag about screwing the gym teacher last week because he gave you a C on your endurance test?”

The cheerleader opened her mouth, then snapped it shut.

Shindo, to his microscopic credit, actually looked ashamed.

Tatami didn’t look at either of them again. She just walked forward and unpacked the bags, setting Shindo’s favorites on the table calmly, neatly. She placed the panda pastry on top like a cherry on a crap sundae.

Then she picked up her phone.

“I’ll be gone until morning,” she said simply. “Pack your shit. I don’t want to see you here again.”

She stepped out without another word.

The hallway was cooler than her apartment. Still, she could feel the heat burning under her skin.

Her fingers moved on their own as she scrolled through her contacts.

Mom. can i crash at your place tonight?

She hit send.

The wind outside was nice. The moon was high. Her plastic bag rustled.

She walked.

And yeah… something in her chest ached. A dull, bitter pinch.

She knew it hurt. She could feel it.

But the tears didn’t come.

Not one.

 

4 Days Before the End

Izuku was in hell.

Well…his mouth felt like it. His soul had already evacuated.

His “cereal,” if it could even be legally called that, was nothing but ghost peppers, Scorpion Death Stingers, and a generous splash of Bakugo’s homemade hot sauce, ominously labeled “Sweat of My Rage” in Sharpie.

He chewed.

He screamed.

Bakugo stood behind him like a drill sergeant with a megaphone and God complex.

“MORE, DEKU. YOU WANT TO BE READY FOR WHATEVER? EAT LIKE THE UNIVERSE DEPENDS ON YOUR TONGUE.”

Tears streamed down Izuku’s face as he gave a weak thumbs up and kept chewing. Steam rose off his shoulders.

Momo stepped forward with a clipboard and a stack of language flashcards.

“German, Midoriya,” she said politely. “You’ll need to respond fluently.”

“W-what…?” Izuku rasped.

Was ist Ihre Meinung über politischen Widerstand? ” she asked in perfect German.

Izuku blinked through his tears. Then replied, voice shaky:

“W-what is your opinion on…political r-r-resistance?”

Momo frowned. “Acceptable.” She switched cards. “Now, French.”

Izuku tried. He tried so hard.

“...Je suis…fromage…le pants…”

Momo sighed. “Todoroki?”

Without a word, Todoroki placed a palm on Izuku’s back and froze him solid for exactly three minutes. The class watched silently.

Then he thawed him out by very carefully…by setting him on fire.

Izuku gasped back to life like Frankenstein’s monster, twitching, smoke curling from his hoodie.

Mina zoomed in before he could fall over.

“OKAY so listen, trends! You need to know all of them! TikTunes, ClickTok, Snapclap, this is the thumb-twist-lick-dab move, and this is how you do the Lady Slay Pose!”

She spun him like a Beyblade and dabbed for dramatic emphasis.

Izuku’s soul left his body.

Kyoka stood nearby, frowning over a guitar manual. “Are we sure this is necessary?”

Shoji shrugged  “He asked for it. Said he needed to be ready to say yes to anything.”

He gestured vaguely toward the corner.

Where Recovery Girl sat with a tub of popcorn. She didn’t look concerned.

At all.

“Let him suffer,” she muttered between bites. “I’m off duty until someone dies.”

Shoji was currently holding an angry octopus in a tank. Why? No one questioned it anymore.

“This part’s for later,” he said cryptically.

Kyoka backed away.

Bakugo pointed at the half-full bowl of hot pepper cereal. “DEKU. FINISH. NOW.”

Izuku singed, frozen, fluently broken, brain melting from trivia crawled forward.

“F-For the timeline…” he whispered.

 

A video was playing.

Laughter filled the small apartment, muffled and distant, like it belonged to a different world. On screen, Shindo’s face beamed as he turned the camera toward her. Tatami waved at the lens with two fingers, then leaned in. They kissed. The screen froze on their smiling faces just as the clip ended.

She watched it once.

Then deleted it.

That was the last video.

The photos came next. Kiss after kiss. Selfies taken in awful lighting. Unflattering angles. The one at the beach where she caught him mid sneeze and kept it just to make fun of him. Late night ramen shots. Her hand in his. That one morning where she took a picture of him sleeping with a cracker on his forehead. Every dumb, warm, impulsive snapshot of two people who thought this would last.

She hovered over the delete button.

A message popped up.

Shindo.

She didn’t open it, didn’t need to. The preview was enough.

Please let me explain

I'm sorry

It was a mistake

I love you

She’d block him later. Right now, she just wanted the silence.

She deleted the photos.

There. All done.

The phone hit the blanket with a dull thud.

She'd called in sick to both school and her internship agency. She wasn’t up for it today. Not because she couldn’t smile and act fine, she could. She always could. But the idea of seeing his face, even from across the hall, or hearing someone say his name in passing, felt like walking barefoot across broken glass.

She lay back on the couch, blanket bunched near her knees, staring at the ceiling.

Why wasn’t she crying?

It hurt. Gods, it hurt. Her chest felt like something had settled there and dug in roots. A hollow ache that pressed inward instead of bursting out.

But no tears came.

Even last night, when her mom opened the door and Tatami smiled, bags in hand, and said calmly, “I caught Shindo cheating,” she hadn’t cried. Her mom offered tea. They talked about nothing. Tatami smiled like someone describing bad weather.

Maybe this was normal.

Maybe heartbreak didn’t always mean sobbing in the shower or screaming into a pillow. Maybe sometimes it was just this: heavy, quiet, and exhausting in a way that made crying feel like too much work.

Her phone buzzed.

She didn’t need to check who it was.

She stared at the name on the screen for a long time.

Then answered.

“Tatami! oh thank god, please, just listen, just…please. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for any of it to happen, it was stupid, I was stupid, but it didn’t mean anything, not like you . You’re the one I love, I swear, I messed up but–"

She ended the call.

Just like that.

The silence returned. Thick. Whole.

It didn’t soothe her.

But it felt more honest than hearing his voice ever could.

She rolled onto her side, facing away from the phone.

Still no tears.

Just the ache.

And the quiet that came with letting go.

 

3 Days Before the End

The Arctic Ocean was peaceful.

Still. Serene. Vast, glacial sheets of ice floating like quiet gods on a canvas of blue.

Some came here for isolation. Others for research. A handful sought spiritual clarity.

Izuku Midoriya came to fight a fire-breathing shark in his underwear.

The sea exploded upward as a monstrous beast easily the size of a city bus burst from the waves, its scales steaming. The shark roared. Then breathed fire. Because of course it did.

Izuku was clinging to its back, screaming , shivering , and throwing desperate punches that mostly landed on cartilage. His only armor was a pair of damp All Might boxers and pure timeline saving determination.

“TWIST ITS GILLS, YOU NERD!” Bakugo roared from the ice, fists clenched.

He stood like a coach at the edge of hell, stomping on the ice for emphasis.

Near him, a portable heater hummed quietly beside a folding table where Momo, Iida, Kaminari, and Mina sat wrapped in jackets, sipping hot cocoa and observing like they were grading a thesis.

Mina popped a candy in her mouth and held up a card.

“Okay, Izuku! What’s the newest dance trend?”

“I-I DON’T KNOW! THE TWISTY THRUSTY THING?!”

“CORRECT!” she beamed, tossing him a caramel.

Had he answered wrong, he would’ve lost another layer of clothing.

He had never answered wrong.

“That’s not a shark,” Kaminari said slowly, watching the beast breathe another jet of fire into the sky.

“There are sharks in the Arctic Ocean,” Momo said calmly, flipping through a thermos guide.

“That’s not from the Arctic,” he argued. “That one’s from Hell.”

“Principal Nezu donated it for timeline related testing,” she replied with a perfectly straight face. “He was very enthusiastic.”

The shark gave one last death roll.

Izuku screamed, tightened his legs, and by some miracle, choke-slammed the beast into submission.

It flopped onto the ice, steaming, unmoving.

Izuku collapsed next to it, shaking, panting, but victorious.

Bakugo knelt beside him, proud. “He’s ready.”

Iida nodded firmly. “He’s prepared physically.”

A silence fell.

Then Iida’s eyes narrowed behind his glasses. “But mentally… there is one final test.”

Mina dropped her thermos. “No. You don’t mean…”

Momo gasped. “It’s too cruel.”

Kaminari covered his mouth in horror.

“It must be done,” Iida said solemnly. “The timeline demands it.”

Hours later, the room was dim. Cold. Sealed from the rest of the world as if reality itself didn’t want to acknowledge what was happening inside.

Izuku sat bound to a chair, eyes pried open with metal retractors, mouth gagged. His limbs twitched. His breath fogged in the air. The walls hummed with dread.

The projector flickered.

And then, it began.

Mineta’s voice oozed into the room with reverence.

“This… is my most prized possession. One copy. Only one. Banned in eighteen countries. Rejected by every known publisher. It’s the only thing I’ve ever imported under a fake name.”

He paused, like a priest before unveiling the Ark of the Covenant.

“Even villains have called it unforgivable. A former Yakuza boss watched 10 minutes of it and clawed out his own eyes. The creator? Disappeared. He apologized. Publicly. Said he regretted everything. Said he should’ve just gone to therapy.”

Izuku let out a muffled cry.

Mineta’s tone lowered.

“They say if you finish it, you either get enlightened... or spiritually unmade. I’ve seen it thirty-seven times. I cry every time. Not because it’s sad, because it’s perfect.”

He read the title

Time Loop Cannibalistic Insect-Morph Hypnosis Reverse-Unbirthing NTR Tentacle-Pregnancy Exorcism with a subplot of Sentient Furniture.

“This isn’t just hentai. This is sin in illustrated form. A genre birthed from the collective nightmares of a thousand rejected fanfic tags.”

Mineta pressed play. 

Izuku? Screamed.

Outside the chamber, Recovery Girl glanced up from her tablet and took a bite of popcorn.

“One minute in,” she said, unimpressed. “Let’s see how long he lasts.”

Bakugo stood beside her, arms crossed. “He better last five hours. I trained him.”

Koda sat nearby with a buff hamster near him. No one questioned it anymore.

Momo whispered a prayer under her breath.

Izuku shuddered in the chair.

This was his final test.

He would survive it.

He had to.

For the timeline.

For the knock at his door.

For whatever unfathomable request awaited him in two days.

 

It was lunchtime at Ketsubutsu University, and the courtyard buzzed with easy chatter, laughter, and the clatter of convenience store bento boxes. Tatami sat with her friends, half eaten sandwich in hand, as they passed around a phone, giggling at a trending video.

Onscreen, a masked man in a poorly zipped Endeavor onesie was wrestling a silverback gorilla in what looked like a parking garage. He was winning. Somehow. Tatami laughed with them, shoulders relaxed, cheeks warm from the sun and the absurdity of it all.

Then a voice called out behind her.

"…Tatami."

She didn’t need to turn. Her body knew before her brain confirmed it. The voice. The weight behind it.

She looked anyway.

Shindo stood there, hands buried deep in his pockets, eyes downcast. He looked like a guy who had practiced the whole conversation in the mirror and still forgot the opening line.

"Can we talk?"

Her friends glanced between them. One of them nudged her gently. Tatami offered a small sigh, somewhere between tired and inevitable. Of course word had gotten out. Not because of her. Not because of Shindo. But because the other girl, the one who kept a scoreboard of men and bragged like it was currency, had a voice that didn’t know the meaning of discretion.

Tatami stood, brushing crumbs from her skirt. She gestured with her chin. "Come on."

They walked in silence, a quiet rhythm between them that used to mean comfort. Now it just felt like air between strangers. When they reached the rooftop, she folded her arms.

"Really? Here?" Her tone wasn’t angry, just tired. "Where we first kissed? What’s the plan, go for nostalgia and hope I forgive you on the spot?"

Shindo flinched, as if he hadn’t expected her to say it like that. He took a breath.

"I’m sorry," he said. "She just… she kept insisting. Bugging me. Always being so forward. I didn’t plan to–"

"You just gave in," Tatami finished for him, raising an eyebrow.

"I…yeah." He rubbed the back of his neck. "I know it was bad. I shouldn’t have said yes. I shouldn’t have… done anything. I regret it. All of it. I love you. I really do."

She looked at him for a long moment. Not blinking. Not breaking.

There was pain in his voice. Real pain. His eyes were rimmed red. His hands trembled slightly. He meant it. Every apology. Every word of that I love you.

But she didn’t feel it.

It reached her ears, not her heart. Like a song she used to know but couldn’t remember how to sing.

She nodded once, slowly. "Maybe you do love me. But that doesn’t really matter anymore, does it?"

Shindo opened his mouth, but she held up a hand.

"I’m not gonna scream at you. I’m not gonna pretend I’m some saint either. But whatever this was…whatever we had? You discarded it the moment you invited her into my apartment. My space. You don’t get that back."

He looked down, biting the inside of his cheek.

Tatami exhaled, calm and final. "We’re done. Back to being friends, or classmates, or just two people who nod at each other in the hall. Whatever works for you. But not this."

She turned without another word.

He didn’t stop her. She didn’t expect him to.

And just like that, he was behind her. Out of her space. Out of her life.

She didn’t feel lighter.

But at least now, she could breathe.

Tatami returned to the table just as the last of the lunch period’s energy was starting to fizzle out. Her friends looked at her expectantly, eyes flicking between her and the hallway she came from.

“Well?” one of them asked, half-whispering, half prying. “What happened?”

Tatami sat down, grabbed the last bite of her sandwich, and shrugged. “It’s fine. We just talked.”

They blinked at her, waiting for more. She didn’t offer any.

Lunch went on. Bits of gossip here and there. Light laughter. Someone pulled up a viral video of a dog piloting a Roomba dressed as Best Jeanist. Another showed off a new hair filter that turned you into a convincing Edgeshot clone. The final scroll, though…one short video caught everyone’s attention.

It was a clip, just under a minute. A reporter had ambushed a group of heroes on patrol last week, shoving a mic into their faces for what was clearly an unplanned, totally off-the-cuff interview. The camera was slightly shaky, the audio rough but it was enough.

Izuku Midoriya.

Tatami glanced up as the video played. There he was. Slightly awkward stance, wide green eyes, a shy smile that looked both genuine and like he didn’t quite know where to look.

The reporter asked him something, she couldn’t hear what and Izuku laughed, scratching his cheek.

“I don’t know,” he said. “I just can’t help it. Doesn’t matter how simple or dumb the request is. If someone needs help… I guess I just say yes. That’s just who I am.”

That was it.

The clip ended.

Her friends all reacted at once.

“Oh my god, that smile.”

“Wait, was he always that buff?”

“Do you think he’s single?”

One of them leaned over dramatically. “Tatami. You were at the same exam as him, right? Hook us up.”

But Tatami didn’t respond right away. She just stared at the screen, now paused on his face. His smile frozen mid-laugh, soft and open and maybe a little tired.

She remembered him. From the provisional exam. From the battlefield. From that one hallway conversation during the war, where he’d apologized for someone else’s mistake just to keep the peace. She remembered how he always looked people in the eye. How he never pulled rank, never boasted, never stepped back when someone needed him.

He was strong. But that wasn’t what stuck.

It was how deeply, instinctively kind he was.

Her fingers toyed with the edge of her cup.

She smiled.

Her friends noticed. One nudged her with an elbow. “What’s that look?”

Tatami blinked, then gave a small shrug. “Nothing. Just thinking of something dumb.”

The grin tugged a little wider, more to herself than anyone else.

“…And selfish.”

The bell rang.

But her mind was already turning.

 

2 Days Before the End of the World

Izuku Midoriya sat on his bed, posture rigid, knees bouncing like pistons. His hands were clenched tightly on his thighs. He had survived.

The training.

The pepper cereal.

The fire breathing shark.

The psychological nuke that was Mineta’s rarest collection.

He had made it through all of it. His body had been broken and reforged. His mind had been shattered and glued back together with sheer force of will and Recovery Girl’s dubious blessing. He was ready. He was ready.

He was ready.

He kept repeating it in his head like a war chant. Say yes. Say yes. Say yes. He had trained for every scenario he could think of. Enemy seductress. Disguised villain. Government black ops mission. Voluntary organ donation. A cursed sock puppet ritual. Say yes.

The text from Iida came like a gunshot.

Iida: Your visitor is on their way up. Everyone’s downstairs. We’re all rooting for you. Say yes. And godspeed.

Izuku swallowed hard. Okay. This was it. The moment of fate. The decision that would alter the multiverse. He replied with a shaky thumbs up emoji, his fingers trembling so hard it autocorrected three times.

He sat on the edge of the bed. Breathed in. Out.

Say yes.

A knock.

He screamed.

Quietly.

Then took a breath, stood, and marched to the door like he was heading to a final boss battle.

He opened it.

Tatami Nakagame stood there.

She leaned on the doorframe casually, hands tucked in the front pocket of an oversized black hoodie with the zipper pulled low enough to show a tease of cleavage. She wore fitted shorts that showed off her legs and a touch of light makeup, just enough to catch the light when she smiled. Her hair was done up in her usual pulled-back style, effortless but styled.

“Hey, Hero,” she said smoothly. “Mind if I come in?”

Izuku blinked. And blinked again. His brain was buffering. Tatami Nakagame. From Ketsubutsu. Third year. Provisional exam buddy. Strong. Cool. Funny. And now at his door.

He snapped out of it with the grace of a deer on ice.

“Y-Y-Yes!” he stammered, jerking back like the door handle had burned him. “I mean–yeah! Please! Come in! I..uh…sure. Yes.”

Tatami raised an eyebrow at the stiff, panicked delivery, but laughed as she stepped inside. “Wow. Okay. Didn’t mean to short-circuit you.”

He shut the door behind her, still locking up like a mech rebooting after a thunderstorm.

Tatami looked around, hands still in her hoodie pocket. Her eyes scanned the room.

“So this is the legendary Midoriya den, huh?”

She nodded in amusement as she took it all in posters, figurines, All Might bedsheets, one tragically bent All Might keychain that looked well loved to the point of war crime.

“Damn. You weren’t kidding about being a fan.”

Izuku flushed. “Ah, y-yeah, I, um…I mean, I grew up on–he was kind of…he still is–like, I collect but I don’t, like, collect collect–”

Meanwhile, his brain was a high-speed train of absolute chaos.

She’s here. Why is she here? Is this a mission? Is this a villain trap? Is this a psychological trial? Do I need to kiss a succubus again? Did the Ministry of Dimensional Ethics send her? Am I being tested? Say yes. SAY YES.

Tatami walked slowly around the room, glancing over a shelf lined with action figures.

“You ever dust these?” she teased.

Izuku made a sound that might’ve been a laugh. Or a wheeze. Possibly both.

“What… uh, what are you doing all the way out here?” he asked, rubbing the back of his neck. “Ketsubutsu’s not exactly close. Did you… need something?”

Tatami hummed thoughtfully and wandered over to his bed, sitting on the edge like it was the most natural thing in the world. Izuku stiffened. A girl. A real one. On his bed. In his room. No fire-breathing shark could prepare him for this.

She looked up at him, one leg crossed over the other, relaxed. “I need help,” she said. “It’s… personal. Not world-ending or anything.”

Izuku let out a small breath of relief, kind of. Not that he expected the world ending part to be mentioned out loud, but it helped. He glanced away, eyes flicking to the far wall where an All Might plush was slowly judging him.

Personal. Okay. He could handle personal.

Tatami tilted her head. “You okay helping? You don’t have to say yes.”

Izuku blinked. He’d drifted for a moment. Back to the words Future Mineta had whispered with all the gravity of a man who’d seen too much. Say yes. Commit. No matter what.

He straightened. “I’ll help. Whatever it is.”

Tatami raised an eyebrow. “Anything?”

“Anything,” he repeated, nodding.

She looked at him for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Observing. He was still tense, well tenser than usual. He was always a little jumpy, sure, but now there was something else behind it. A readiness that didn’t quite fit.

She didn’t comment on it.

Instead, she shifted slightly and rested her elbows on her knees, fingers laced. Her voice was steady. Flat, even. Like she was asking for directions or a favor.

“I need you to have sex with me.”

Izuku blinked.

“…Eh?”

Tatami nodded once, almost businesslike. “Preferably in a hotel. Tonight or tomorrow, depending on your schedule.”

His brain lagged behind.

She continued, tone unchanging, “No strings. I’m not looking for romance. You don’t have to pretend anything. I just…want something for myself right now. And I trust you. You’re decent.”

“…Eh??”

“You can say no,” she added, watching him carefully.

Izuku opened his mouth. Closed it. Looked at her, then at the floor, then at the window like someone might come in with a cue card.

Tatami leaned back slightly, hoodie slipping just enough to shift the light across her collarbone.

“I’m not messing with you,” she said.

“…Right.”

He could feel his entire body vibrating. A hummingbird pulse in his chest.

Say yes.

Say yes.

Say—

“I..uh …okay?”

“Okay?” she echoed, a slight tilt to her voice.

“Y-Yeah,” he coughed. “Sure. I mean… yeah. I’ll help.”

Tatami smiled.

It wasn’t playful. Not smug. Just quiet.

“Cool,” she said. “I’ll text you the address.”

She stood and stretched, as casually as someone announcing plans for lunch. Izuku’s brain was still stuck somewhere between hotel and sex and personal favor.

Tatami reached the door and paused.

“Don’t worry, Midoriya,” she said over her shoulder. “You’re not being dragged into anything dangerous.”

And then she left.

Izuku stood in his room like a man who had just survived a hurricane, only to realize the real storm hadn’t even started.

He stared at the closed door.

Then the bed.

Then the spot on the bed where she had sat.

Then the door again.

His brain struggled to form a coherent thought. He had prepared for everything. Everything. He’d wrestled a fire-breathing shark. He’d survived Bakugo’s cursed cereal and Mineta’s sanity-eroding anime archive. He’d trained his mind, body, and soul for the call to action.

And now…

The whole multiverse…

Rested on him getting laid.

He screamed.

It wasn’t a word. It wasn’t even a sound a human throat was supposed to make. It was the sound of an existential reboot failing to boot up.

In an instant, his door was kicked open.

Bakugo stormed in, followed by Iida, Mina, Kaminari, and Todoroki holding a fire extinguisher.

“What happened?!” Bakugo yelled. “Do we need to torch something?! Who’s dying?! Is the timeline collapsing?!”

“Are we going to Hell again?” Mina asked.

“I can book us a flight to Germany!” Iida offered, already pulling up a calendar app.

“Or America,” Kaminari said. “Is this another mad scientist thing? Please tell me it’s a mad scientist thing.”

“Do we fight God this time?” Todoroki asked, calmly removing the pin from the extinguisher just in case.

But Izuku just sat on the floor, head in his hands, rocking very slightly.

He didn’t answer.

No words.

No expression.

Just a thousand-yard stare into a cosmic truth no hero had ever prepared him for.

No amount of training could have braced him for this .

 

Elsewhere

The bus rumbled beneath her as the city passed by in blurs. Tatami leaned her head against the window, watching people on the sidewalks move with purpose, talking, laughing, living.

She didn’t feel like she was part of that rhythm right now.

She wasn’t sure what rhythm she was in.

Her reflection in the glass blinked slowly back at her.

The request was stupid.

She knew that. It wasn’t a solution. It wasn’t closure. It wasn’t healing. It wasn’t even revenge. She hadn’t planned it, hadn’t even thought about it seriously until the moment just sort of… clicked into place.

It wouldn’t fix anything.

But it would be something.

Something selfish. Something numb. Something that maybe, even briefly, made her feel wanted in a way that didn’t twist later. Because Izuku wasn’t the kind of guy who’d twist it.

He was safe.

And maybe that made it worse. Or better. She couldn’t tell anymore.

It wasn’t about falling for him. It wasn’t about Shindo. It wasn’t about love.

It was just her, reaching out.

Not for a hand to hold, but one willing to meet her halfway even if it was in a hotel room, and even if it meant nothing after.

She exhaled softly. Let the window cool her cheek.

The bus kept moving.

And she still didn’t know if this would help.

But she knew she was going anyway.

 

—-

1 Day Before the End

The hotel room was quiet, save for the muffled hum of the city beyond the window. Warm light pooled around the room’s soft corners, painting the furniture gold. Everything was too clean. Too perfect.

Izuku paced in a borrowed bathrobe, damp curls clinging to his forehead, bare feet padding softly over the carpet. His hands moved in erratic little gestures, like he was mid-debrief with himself.

This had to mean something.

Some butterfly effect logic. He tried to break it down like a hero mission.

Maybe… maybe being here means he’ll be somewhere else at the right moment. Or not at the wrong one. Or maybe…maybe they’re meant to conceive a child tonight and that child will one day unite worlds. Or become the symbol of peace for interdimensional politics. Or maybe–

“Midoriya~”

The voice behind him pulled him out of his spiral.

He turned and froze.

Tatami stood near the bathroom door, freshly out of the shower, skin still beaded with moisture. Her towel clung loosely to her chest, her hair damp and pushed back, a few strands trailing along her collarbone. She was smiling. Relaxed. Looking at him like he was the most charming idiot she’d ever seen.

“You can relax, you know,” she said, cocking her head slightly. “It’s not like I’m gonna eat you.”

Her smile deepened.

“Unless you’re into that.”

Izuku made a sound that was mostly vowel.

Tatami laughed soft and warm and began walking toward him. She didn’t strut. Didn’t perform. Just walked with easy, fluid confidence. Like she was used to her body. Like it wasn’t something to weaponize or hide. Just hers.

Izuku swallowed hard.

Then she reached the end of the bed and, with one hand, flicked the knot on her towel.

It dropped.

His brain went haywire.

She wasn’t just beautiful, she was real . Toned in the arms and thighs, soft where it mattered, strong where it surprised him. Her stomach curved just enough, hips full and inviting, muscle definition showing in quiet lines across her legs. She was every inch a woman who trained like hell and looked like heaven.

She stepped closer.

Her arms slid around him, smooth and deliberate, and her skin was still warm from the water.

“Hey,” she said, voice low, the word settling into his spine.

He couldn’t speak. Every nerve in his body was screaming. Not in fear, but in disbelief. Because this was happening. This was real. She was here. Holding him. Bare, bold, and still… gentle.

She leaned into him.

And Izuku, caught between balance and instinct, fell backward onto the bed.

She followed.

The weight of her body pressed against his as they landed together her chest soft against his, her legs tangled with his robe. She didn’t kiss him yet. Just looked down at him, strands of her wet hair trailing down like lines on a map.

“You okay?” she asked.

Her voice was soft, low not sultry, not seductive, just… checking in.

Izuku looked up at her. She was straddling his lap, skin against skin in too many places at once, and he was very aware of how warm she was. His mouth opened, then closed, then opened again.

“I…I want to do this,” he said, breathless. “I do. I mean, maybe we’re moving a little fast? But I… it’s my first time so I don’t really–”

Tatami smiled.

And without a word, she leaned in and gently pinched his cheeks between her fingers.

He squawked. Actually squawked.

She burst out laughing.

Whatever tension had been hovering in the room like a mist broke instantly. I

“You’re cute,” she said, still grinning. She kissed his cheek, firm and quick. “Don’t worry. We can go slow. I’ll take the lead, yeah?”

Izuku’s heart thumped wildly in his chest.

She leaned in again, her face inches from his. 

“I’m going to kiss you,” she murmured. “If you want me to stop, say so.”

He gave a tiny nod.

That was all she needed.

Her lips pressed to his, not aggressively, not overly gentle, just there, soft and warm and alive.

Izuku froze.

Then melted.

As far as first kisses went, it wasn’t anything like what he imagined. It wasn’t clumsy or awkward. It was honest. And terrifying in the way it made his whole chest twist. Maybe it was the fact that they weren’t dating, weren’t friends, weren’t close. Maybe it was because Tatami was beautiful in a way that made his head foggy. But for whatever reason it felt like magic.

When she pulled back, her eyes searched his face. “How was that?”

Izuku opened his mouth.

Words came out.

They just didn’t arrange themselves into anything recognizable.

She laughed again and pressed another kiss to his cheek. “I’m kissing you again.”

And this time, he kissed her back.

Not expertly, not confidently. But he trusted his instincts, trusted what Mina’s impromptu advice sessions had pounded into his brain. He moved his hands gently to her waist, where her skin curved warm and firm under his palms. He tilted his head. Followed her lead.

Tatami hummed, pleased.

Their lips moved together again. And again.

Kisses piling one on top of another, lazy and heated, until the line between them blurred. She shifted in his lap, skin brushing over the loose fabric of his robe. He gasped softly, and her hand slid up his neck into his hair.

It went on like that hands moving, mouths learning for what felt like forever. A slow burn kind of eternity.

Until she pulled back.

Her breathing was heavier now. Her cheeks flushed, eyes half-lidded, strands of hair sticking to her forehead as she hovered above him. Her fingers had started to tremble barely, just a twitch. The room was warm with their breath and touch, the taste of kisses still lingering between them.

They had kissed and kissed for what felt like forever, and she had leaned back just a little to ask if he wanted more. But when she looked down at him, really looked…she froze.

He looked dazed. Adoring. Wanting.

His hands rested gently at her waist, thumbs brushing her skin like he wasn’t even aware of it. But it was his eyes that undid her. Soft. Focused. Wide with that earnest, overwhelming emotion she’d seen before.

That same look.

That exact look.

Shindo’s face came back to her not in fragments, not in pain, but whole and vivid and warm. The first time they kissed after teasing each other for weeks. The time he ran in the rain just to bring her a drink after she casually mentioned craving one. Their stupid inside jokes about teachers, her clumsy cooking, the way he used to poke her ribs until she got mad and then made her laugh five seconds later.

The way he whispered “you’re ridiculous, and I love you” when she pouted over losing a bet.

The way he held her after their first time, awkward and careful, like she was something fragile and precious all at once. How real it felt. How happy she was.

The echo of his voice, soft in the dark: “I’m glad it was you.”

She blinked.

And suddenly Izuku was him. The same gaze. The same softness. The same way of holding her like she mattered.

And then it shattered.

Izuku took a breath beneath her, his lips parted. “Damn,” he mumbled, half-laughing, “who would’ve thought kissing takes so much air…hey…”

His smile faded when he felt it. Wet. Against his cheek.

He blinked and looked at her properly.

Tears.

Her eyes were wet and glossy, her lip caught between her teeth, shoulders tight with effort not to shake. She was trying not to make a sound but he could feel it in her. The tension. The trembling.

All of his nervousness vanished. Whatever uncertainty, whatever lust or confusion or pressure had filled his head all of it burned away the second he saw her expression.

He sat up gently, hands still on her waist.

“Tatami?” he asked, voice quiet. “What’s wrong?”

She broke.

She didn’t answer.

She just collapsed into him. Full weight, full body. Her arms locked around his back, clinging so tightly he could barely breathe but he didn’t care. Her head fell onto his shoulder, and then the sound came.

A single choked sob, like it slipped through without her permission.

And then another. And another.

Until she was crying.

Not politely. Not in control. But full, raw, trembling sobs that racked through her like waves crashing down after holding too long against the tide.

The memories kept hitting her. Over and over. Shindo laughing, smiling, holding her, saying he missed her. That he was lucky. That she made him better.

And then her hand on the doorknob.

The sound of clothes rustling that shouldn’t be.

The voice of someone who wasn’t her.

His face going pale when he saw her.

“It’s not what it looks like.”

She tightened her grip around Izuku, digging her fingers into his back.

It was what it looked like.

And no matter how she’d tried to tell herself she was over it no matter how cool she’d played, how rational she’d acted, how neatly she tucked that ache behind jokes and mature words it hadn’t gone away.

It had just waited.

And now here she was. Naked. On top of a boy she barely knew. Not looking for love. Not looking for anything, really.

Except maybe a way to forget.

Izuku didn’t speak.

He didn’t ask.

He just held her. One hand curled around the back of her head, the other tracing soft lines down her spine. Slow. Reassuring.

She kept crying.

And he kept holding her.

Because that was all he could do.

And for right now, it was exactly what she needed.

 

The night outside drifted on.

Somewhere beyond the hotel window, the city still breathed. Couples strolled beneath streetlights, late-night food stalls hissed with steam, and someone on the corner played a quiet melody on a portable radio. Life kept moving.

Inside the room, the air was softer. Quieter.

Tatami sat by the edge of the bed, wrapped loosely in the sheets, legs drawn up beneath her. Her back was to him, face lit faintly by the glow of the city beyond the glass. She didn’t speak for a while. Izuku didn’t rush her.

He sat beside her, patient. Not too close, not too far.

He wasn’t sure what to say. Hero work taught him how to comfort someone in pain during rescue, after a mission, in moments of panic. But this? This was different. It wasn’t fear or crisis. It was something personal, internal. Something he couldn’t punch or carry or fix.

So instead, he just stayed. Present.

After a moment, she spoke.

“Did you know me and Shindo were together?”

Her voice was quiet. Not weak, just distant.

Izuku turned slightly, nodding before remembering she couldn’t see it. “I didn’t know,” he said softly. “I mean… I remember him from the exam. But… did something…?”

“He cheated.”

She didn’t flinch when she said it. Didn’t look at him either. “With a cheerleader from another department. Said she kept bugging him. Said he gave in.”

Her fingers tightened in the fabric of the sheets.

“I caught them,” she added, voice flat. “Came home early from work. Snacks in hand. Stood in the doorway for a full minute while they scrambled to cover up.”

Izuku stayed silent. Let it hang.

“…Sorry,” he said eventually.

Tatami turned her head slightly, enough to glance at him. Then she smiled wry, not bitter.

“Don’t be. It’s not your fault.” She nudged his arm lightly with her shoulder. “I’m the one that dragged you into this, remember?”

He opened his mouth to protest, to tell her she didn’t drag him anywhere but she raised a hand, gently cutting him off.

“No apologizing or anything,” she said, shaking her head. “You’re sweet. I get it. But I’m a big girl. I can handle a little heartbreak.”

She turned back to the window, her voice softening.

“I just… thought maybe if I felt something else, I’d stop feeling this. That if I slept with someone honest…someone safe, it might help. But then…”

She exhaled. A dry little laugh.

“The moment you looked at me the way he used to… I broke. Just like that.”

He didn’t reply immediately. Not because he didn’t want to, because he wanted to say something real. Not something that would ring hollow.

A few seconds passed before he shifted closer, just enough that his shoulder brushed hers.

“I didn’t mind.”

She glanced at him again, brows raised gently. “At what?”

“You crying,” he said.

His voice was low, almost shy. “You were hurt. That’s natural. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

She snorted. “Kinda killed the mood, though.”

He smiled, just a little.

“Well… if I had to choose between helping you or having sex,” he said, “I’d choose helping you. Every time.”

That made her go quiet again. She studied him, like she was seeing something she hadn’t expected.

And then she smiled

Just a soft, tired curve of lips that said she finally believed him.

“You’re a real nice guy, you know that?”

Izuku looked at her, sheepish, unsure what to say. So he didn’t say anything. Just gave a small smile and rubbed the back of his neck.

Tatami sighed, the sound soft, almost playful as it broke the silence again.

“Well,” she said, sinking a little deeper into the sheets, “I think me crying kind of ruined the mood for any kind of sex.”

Izuku blinked then chuckled. Just once, quietly. It was almost a relief hearing her sound like that again. Peppy, maybe a little self-deprecating. There was still a trace of something behind her eyes, something quieter and aching but she was smiling.

He’d take that.

Tatami leaned over to the nightstand and opened the drawer. “And here I was really hoping to try this out.”

Izuku tilted his head until she pulled out a box.

He stared.

“Plus Ultra Condoms,” she read aloud with a raised brow. “XXXL Size. With 99.9999999999% chance you won’t get her preggers. Now in blueberry flavor.”

She turned it in her hands like she was examining alien tech. Izuku choked.

She popped one out of the box and held up the wrapper. “Hey, think this thing fits you?”

Izuku’s soul left his body.

Words tried to form. They really did. But between her bare shoulder peeking out from where the sheets slipped and her completely straight face, his brain gave up and blue-screened. He slapped a pillow over his lap with the urgency of a man trying to stop a train with a throw cushion.

“I-I-uh-Tatami!”

She laughed. Loud and sharp and alive . It shook the sheets a little.

She gave the wrapper one last glance and casually tossed it toward the trash.

Missed.

The condom bounced off the lamp, onto the floor, and eventually rolled very deliberately under the dresser.

“Oops.”

She stood, stretching, still bare as she moved toward the bathroom. Izuku whipped his head the other way, face flaming.

“I’m gonna get dressed,” she said, voice light. “There’s a ramen place not far from here. My treat.”

He nodded rapidly. “Y-Yeah. Sounds good! Great! Perfect.”

Still looking away. Still clutching the pillow like it was life support.

Tatami’s laughter faded into the sound of the bathroom door clicking shut. A beat of quiet returned.

Izuku stared at the ceiling, heart still beating too fast.

What now?

What would happen tomorrow?

Did this count? Was this what Future Mineta meant? Was this the turning point?

Did he save the multiverse?

He exhaled slowly.

“…Guess I’ll find out tomorrow,” he mumbled, eyes drifting toward the window.

If the world was still there when they finished ramen he’d call it a win. For now.

 

A few minutes after Izuku and Tatami left the hotel room, the door creaked open once more.

A sweet middle-aged woman entered with the sigh of someone who had lived through too many bachelor parties and not enough pay raises. The housekeeping cart rolled beside her like a loyal squire.

She crossed herself like she was walking into an exorcism. “Please don’t let me need the flamethrower again.”

To her surprise, the room… wasn’t that bad.

Unmade sheets. A used glass. Slightly questionable humidity, but no furniture flipped, no melted lampshades, and, most importantly, no fruit taped to the ceiling.

“Huh,” she said aloud, genuinely impressed. “Maybe I finally got a pair that respected the linen policy.”

She hummed as she swept, sprayed, fluffed pillows, folded towels, and whispered sweet threats to the minibar. Routine. Comfortable.

Until she swept beneath the dresser and her broomstick caught on something.

She crouched down, reached under, and pulled out a single, glinting, blueberry-scented, foil-wrapped condom.

“Nothing new,” she muttered, inspecting it until she saw the XXXL branding.

Her eyes widened. Her eyebrows vanished into her hairline.

“…THAT size? What the hell’s he walking around with, a third leg?”

She blinked, caught herself, and inhaled deeply through her nose.

“Not my business,” she said firmly, tossing the wrapper toward the trash bin.

She missed.

The wrapper hit the edge of the bin, bounced off the mini-fridge, and was sucked out the open window by a sudden gust of wind.

“…Oops.”

 

Down on the street…

A mid-range civilian drone hovered peacefully above the intersection, controlled by a twitchy-eyed twenty-something livestreaming a conspiracy rant from his apartment window.

The wrapper smacked dead-center on the drone’s camera lens with a loud splat.

The pilot screamed. “I KNEW IT! THEY’RE SPYING ON US THROUGH SEXUAL SUPPRESSION! THEY’RE USING CONDOMS TO CONTROL OUR DRONES!”

The drone veered wildly into traffic, camera blinded, broadcasting a blurry foil-covered lens.

 

Elsewhere…

In a subterranean command center beneath U.A., Nezu sipped tea while monitoring 407 screens of global activity, every security feed, patrol line, encrypted code, and bakery receipt. His ears twitched.

One audio feed, the kind buried in an outdated street lamp in Osaka picked up a strange, whirring sobbing noise.

Whirr. Sputter. Buzz. Bweep-bweep. Whirr.

To the untrained ear, it sounded like a malfunctioning propeller.

To Nezu?

It was propeller Morse code.

His eyes widened. His paw trembled.

He recognized the message.

“EMERGENCY. YOUR SEARCH HISTORY IS PUBLIC.”

Nezu screamed.

A sound so high-pitched, it shattered a nearby tea cup.

With the speed of a caffeinated quantum computer, he hit every emergency override key across seven hidden consoles, wiping all backups, all logs, and most importantly the Nezu Folder .

 

Meanwhile… across town…

A black van sped through the city streets at 140 kph.

Inside it, a disheveled, wild-eyed scientist with a lab coat stained in both ketchup and disgrace gripped the wheel.

His name? Dr. Veritas Jambalaya.

And in the backseat of the van, nestled inside an ominous metal briefcase, lay his life’s work: a pressurized glass tube containing the Collapse Engine, a mutating pathogen designed to disrupt logic, unravel causality, and dissolve multiversal structure.

His plan? Release it in the heart of the city, destroy civilization as we know it, and maybe finally do something about the egg prices.

“Too… damn… high…” he hissed, veering past traffic cones.

Behind him: Endeavor. Best Jeanist. Kamui Woods. Sirens howled. A net launcher fired.

But the true enemy?

His navigation tablet suddenly blacked out.

(Reason: It had been one of Nezu’s remote backup nodes. Now wiped.)

He screamed.

"WHERE'S THE MAP?!"

He swerved. He clipped a fire hydrant. His briefcase tumbled.

He looked up just in time to see a drone crash through his windshield, spinning wildly, condom still clinging to the camera like a cursed third eye.

“WHAT THE FU—”

 

UA Dorms – 11:52 PM

The class was still awake.

No one said it out loud, but everyone felt it. The weight. The unknown.

Izuku hadn’t told them much. Just that he had something to do. Something Future Mineta said would matter. He left a little before dinner, nervous but focused, and didn’t say where he was going. Or why.

They didn’t press.

But now the clock was ticking toward midnight, and even Kaminari wasn’t making jokes anymore.

Everyone gathered in the common room. Phones on. News playing softly on the TV. Waiting for… something. Proof. Anything. That the world wouldn’t end when the day rolled over.

Then the breaking news banner rolled in.

“—and in a stunning turn of events, thanks to the combined efforts of top Pro Heroes on the scene, a major threat to society has been stopped just hours ago.”

The reporter stood near a cordoned-off area, camera panning to a glass tube being handled by men in hazmat suits, double-layered gloves, and a small robot vacuum hovering behind them with a taser. Just in case.

Behind them, a man was being loaded into a high-security van. Screaming something about "eggs" and "You’ll all see when the yolks fight back!"

The reporter continued: “Sources confirm the substance inside this containment tube could have triggered catastrophic multiversal collapse. Had it been released…well…let’s just say… we might not be standing here.”

A beat.

“Authorities say we may never know how it was stopped. But for now, we can rest easy knowing the end of the world… has been postponed.”

The UA dorm went dead silent.

Then:

“...So we’re not dying?” Kaminari whispered.

They all collectively sighed, a wave of exhausted relief washing over them.

“Midoriya did it,” Yaoyorozu muttered, already sinking into the couch. “Somehow… some way… he did it.”

“I’ll ask how tomorrow,” Jirou yawned. “But right now… I’m going to bed.”

The others slowly followed, retreating one by one to their rooms, each of them a little more relaxed, a little more thankful, and still slightly confused.

 

Elsewhere – In a tucked-away ramen shop

Izuku sat across from Tatami, steam rising between them from bowls of miso and tonkotsu. The air smelled of pork broth, soy, and grilled garlic. His shirt was rumpled, his face still faintly flushed, but he was smiling now.

They were talking about something stupid. He couldn’t remember what. Something about cats wearing boots. Then he paused.

From the corner of his eye, just outside the window

A shimmer.

He turned.

And standing under a flickering streetlight was Future Mineta.

Only… not so rugged anymore. Short again. Same old build. But now sporting a very dignified goatee. He stood tall. Heroic. Radiant.

He saluted. Then winked.

And with a faint, satisfied smile

He disappeared.

Izuku blinked, stunned.

Tatami, noticing the change in his expression, reached across the table and pinched his cheek.

“Ow hey!”

“You’re out on a date, dummy. Rude to space out.”

“A-a what now?”

She grinned. “A date. This counts, doesn’t it?”

Izuku’s face lit up like a sparkler, words immediately failing him.

Tatami just smiled, sipped her broth, and went right back to talking about cats.

Notes:

And that's a wrap!

Hope you enjoyed this one I had some fun making this one. Anyway, ever had one of those moments where you wanted to do something or write something but you just can't find the right beat or motivation? Yeah that's what happening with me now as I try to write the next part of To Love and Be Loved, it's kicking my ass lol.

Anyway see you guys in the next chapter

Chapter 61: To Love and Be Loved Part 1

Summary:

Life at U.A. was supposed to be about training, homework, and the occasional villain attack. Izuku could handle that. What he didn’t expect was… well, everything else. From a new classmate moving into the dorms, to somehow convincing a sniper not to shoot him, to surviving a full-blown baking war (with casualties in the form of burnt cakes and screaming ovens), his days are anything but quiet.

And in the middle of all the chaos, there’s one thing Izuku hasn’t noticed yet, how slowly, steadily, and sometimes loudly, the women around him are finding their way into his life.

Notes:

And here we are with the next part of to Love and be Loved. It has been so long lol. So I do kind of need to say that I'm not an expert in trauma and the process of healing, I've done some research but I know that, that will only go so far. I wanted to adress and keep in mind the heavy stuff without sacrificing the crack fic this story originated. I also tried my best to have some callbacks and re-read the other parts to refresh my memory. I apologize if some are inconsistent or feels different it has been sometime since I wrote those parts.

In any case Enjoy

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

The morning was suspiciously peaceful.

Birds chirped with an almost smug rhythm. Sunlight filtered through the windows just right. Students walked to campus in clean uniforms, laughing, chatting, living. Somewhere, a husband kissed his wife goodbye. Somewhere else, a dog delivered the newspaper. No villain attacks. No building collapses. No explosions.

Just… a perfect, lovely morning.

Which, obviously, meant reality was about to body slam them all.

“From now on, she’ll be part of your class this year.”

The words left Aizawa’s mouth with his usual deadpan, but they detonated across Class 2A like a grenade in a flower shop.

There was a beat of pure, oxygen-sucking silence.

Then:

“EEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH?!?!?!?!?!?!”

Mina stood up so fast her chair nearly backflipped. Kaminari choked on his spit. Iida reflexively slammed his palms together like it was a formal greeting reflex. The room burst into motion and disbelief all at once.

Because standing at the front of the class, in full UA uniform, blazer crisp and tie slightly loose, was none other than:

“Hi hi~! I’m Himiko Toga! Please take care of me~!”

She gave a two-handed wave, one that was somehow both cutesy and vaguely unhinged, with the chaotic cheer of someone who once stabbed people.

Her hair was pulled into two round buns. Her smile? Wider than it should be. Her eyes? Still golden. Still sharp. But softer now, somehow.

“T-Toga-san?!” Iida stammered, flustered and trying to regain order. “Is—is this…permitted?!”

“It’s fine,” Aizawa muttered, already sitting back down like he wanted none of this. “She’s fully cleared by the school board, and the principal personally approved her case. She’s double-coursing.”

Sero leaned toward Kaminari and whispered under his breath, “Isn’t she older than us?”

“She is,” Toga chirped from between them, making both boys jolt upright like busted schoolkids. “I am older than you. But I never went to college. Dropped out before I could even apply. Circumstances, you know?”

She gave a slow shrug, like she wasn’t ashamed. “So now I’m back. Heroics and Medical. Double-coursing.”

“Double… what?” Mina blinked.

“Heroics. And Medical,” Toga repeated. 

Across the room, Ochaco clapped excitedly, her grin wide. “That’s amazing, Toga-chan!”

Toga beamed and waved enthusiastically at her and at Tsuyu, who blinked slowly but gave a polite wave back.  “It’s good to see you again.”

Her gaze scanned the room, a little flicker of curiosity in her golden eyes. “Where’s Izuku?”

Aizawa answered plainly, “He was requested by the principal. He’ll be back later.”

Toga pouted, hands on her hips. “Aww… And here I was thinking I’d get to see my favorite classmate first thing.”

Aizawa coughed “Now that homeroom is over…everyone, seats.”

There was a scattered shuffle of movement as students got back to their chairs, a ripple of murmurs passing between them.

Toga gave a wink.

Then she plopped herself down at the desk with a happy sigh, pulled out a glittery pink pen, and leaned back like she’d always belonged there.

Things were about to get really interesting

 

The chair was cold, the room sterile. Stark walls, reinforced glass. The kind of place meant to break people quietly.

But Lady Nagant didn’t break.

She had taken lives with a whisper.

No wasted movement. No second guesses. Her bullets had names before they were fired, and each one found its mark. Heroes who strayed too far from justice. Villains who used children as shields. Politicians drunk on their own power. The system didn’t clean its messes. It hired her to pull the trigger.

That was the kind of hero Lady Nagant had been.

And for a while, it worked. Until one day it didn’t.

Until the moment she turned the rifle on the wrong target…or the right one, depending on how you looked at it and they tossed her into Tartarus like something dangerous, like something they didn’t want to think about anymore.

Years passed.

She got used to the quiet. To being watched. To having no name but a number and no weapon but her thoughts.

And then—the breakout.

The entire prison turned inside out. Walls crumbled. Guards fell. Cells opened.

She could’ve walked out. She could’ve disappeared. New face. New name. Gone.

Instead… she stayed.

No guards. No guns. No chains.

And still, she stayed.

They asked her why.

She never answered.

Now, here she was. Sitting in a low-security interview room, arms crossed, expression unreadable, staring across the table at a green-haired, freckle-faced 19-year-old who looked like a golden retriever in a school uniform and would not stop talking.

“--and your long-range accuracy record is still unbroken, by the way! The Kamino shootout simulation? Top percentile under stress! And during the Yakushima mission, you were the only operative who predicted the hostage decoy correctly!”

Nagant stared at him.

Cross-armed. Expression unreadable. Lip curled slightly in something between confusion and disbelief.

“--and even after that, you still held the fastest neutralization time in record during a hostage exercise! It’s actually used as a case study now, ‘Nagant’s Window,’ they call it! You had less than 2.7 seconds to assess, calculate trajectory, compensate for wind, and avoid collateral–”

Her eye twitched.

He paused only to take a breath, barely.

She tilted her head back slightly, just enough to glare at the ceiling like she was questioning every choice that had led her to this exact moment in time.

This is the kid the rat sent?

He looked too soft for this. Too bright-eyed. His posture screamed nerves but his mouth ran like he had a quota of admiration to fill.

She had expected a lot of things 

A self-righteous brat.

A rookie trying to act tough.

A smug top-of-the-class prodigy with no real field experience.

What she didn’t expect was this.

A freckled, awkward mess of a kid who looked like he barely slept, smiled like the world hadn’t crushed him, and spoke like he still believed in things like hope.

This is the one they think can convince her?

Insane. Absolutely insane.

This kid, this bright-eyed, notebook-wielding storm of sunshine had been talking at her like she was on some collectible trading card for the last ten minutes. She could handle judgment. She could handle fear. Hell, she could even handle silence.

But this?

This was worse.

Nagant let out a sharp breath and sat up straighter, eyes narrowing.

“Do you run your mouth this fast with everyone, or just convicted felons like me?”

Izuku blinked.

Then chuckled.

“I guess I just got excited. I mean, it’s not every day I get to meet a hero I studied growing up especially someone like you.”

There it was again. That word.

Hero.

She scoffed, bitter and sharp. “Hero? Me?”

She leaned forward slightly, the edge in her voice suddenly colder. “In case you forgot, I murdered people.”

Izuku opened his mouth, but she cut him off with a low growl.

“I killed a pro hero, you know. A favorite. One of the public’s darlings. Whole city went quiet when it happened.”

A long silence stretched between them.

Nagant waited for the usual reaction, nervous shifting, polite avoidance, an awkward attempt to move on.

Instead

Flip

Izuku opened his notebook.

The sound was almost disrespectfully casual. Like this was a study session and not a verbal minefield.

“I know,” he said calmly. “You’re referring to Hikaru Kasugai alias: Solar Flare.”

Nagant stilled.

Izuku didn’t look up as he ran through the details, finger skimming the page. “Ranked No. 11 at the time. Quirk allowed him to convert light into explosive force. Known for public engagement, charity work. Loved by the media. But… had several internal investigations buried by the Commission. Use of excessive force on civilians. Suspected ties to illegal raids on undocumented quirk users. Six reported fatalities during rogue sweeps. None officially confirmed.”

His tone didn’t falter. There was no pity, no praise. Just cold, objective truth.

“He was scheduled for a public endorsement event the week after you shot him. They buried his records and made him a martyr.”

Nagant’s jaw clenched. “You digging for sympathy?”

Izuku shook his head. “No. Just… context.”

He looked up at her then, eyes steady. Not judging. Not forgiving.

“I’m not here to argue morals. I’m just saying, I know what happened. I know what the system made you do.”

She laughed once. It was humorless and cracked at the edges. “And that makes it okay?”

“No,” Izuku replied. “It makes it real.”

That got under her skin. She could feel it, his calm…his refusal to flinch, like he wasn’t here to slap a redemption arc on her, or turn her into a cautionary tale.

She hated it.

So they went back and forth.

She threw out names. Missions. Things the public never knew. How clean hands were a myth in the Commission. How she became the weapon they wanted and then the problem they buried.

Izuku didn’t flinch.

Every time, he answered with the same tone. Quiet. Measured. Like he was walking through the wreckage, not trying to clean it up just refusing to look away from it.

Until finally, she slammed her palm flat on the table.

The sound echoed through the room like a shot.

Izuku startled, his pen skittering off the page.

Nagant leaned in, her gaze sharp and fierce, and her voice low with the kind of weight that came from killing a part of yourself too many times.

“You don’t know me,” she said. “You don’t know what I’ve done. What I became. So stop acting like you get it.”

Izuku looked at her.

His eyes were wide, but not afraid.

He slowly sat up straighter, collected his pen, and closed his notebook with a soft thump.

Izuku looked at her. Not scared. Not judging.

“I don’t think I do,” he said again, quieter now. “Not yet.”

Nagant didn’t say anything. Her jaw was tight. Her hand was still flat on the table. Her eyes didn’t leave his.

“You’re right,” he continued. “I don’t know what you’ve done. Not the way you do. Not how it felt when you pulled the trigger. When it wasn’t a simulation or a mission or someone else’s orders. I don’t know what it’s like to cross that line.”

His fingers fidgeted briefly on the edge of his notebook. He caught himself and stilled them.

“…But I’ve seen it.”

There was a weight in his voice now, one that hadn't been there a moment ago. It was quieter than grief, heavier than guilt. It didn’t cry or plead.

“I’ve stood on it,” he said, eyes locked with hers. “That line. That moment where you stop being a hero and start being something else.”

Nagant’s brow twitched almost imperceptibly.

“Felt it in my legs. My hands. In my chest. The part of me that wanted to end it. End them. Because I thought, if I didn’t, they’d keep hurting people. That the world would be better if they were just gone.”

He smiled, faint and bitter.

“I wasn’t proud of those moments. Still not.”

Her voice, when it came, was low. “But you didn’t.”

“But I could have. I still see the look in their eyes. Sometimes I still wonder if I made the right call.”

Silence.

No defense. No justification. Just truth.

Nagant slowly sat back, folding her arms again, her expression unreadable but her eyes didn’t leave him.

“You think that makes you better?”

Izuku shook his head. “No. I think it makes me lucky.”

That caught her.

He didn’t say it proudly. He said it like someone who meant it. Like someone who hadn’t built walls around his morality, but fences, shaky, wind-worn fences that held up because he had to keep fixing them.

“I’ve had people,” he said. “Teachers. Friends. People who pulled me back when I was too far in it. Who reminded me what that line was even when I couldn’t see it.”

“And if they hadn’t?”

He hesitated.

“…Then maybe I would’ve crossed it too.”

Nagant stared at him.

Then slowly she leaned forward, elbows on the table, voice lower.

“That’s the thing about lines, kid. They don’t wait for permission.”

Her eyes were steady, and suddenly sharper.

“You don’t get to stand there forever wondering if you’ll cross it. One day, the shot lines up, and you have one second to decide whether you fire or not.”

She tapped the table once.

“That’s it. One second.”

Izuku didn’t argue.

Because he knew she was right.

She watched him now, like someone she didn’t want to admit she saw herself in.

“You pulled the trigger,” he said. “And people died, but if that was your breaking point… maybe that just means you were human.”

Nagant’s lip curled. “That your idea of comfort?”

“No,” he said. “Just… an answer.”

He tilted his head slightly, voice soft.

“You say I don’t know what you became. And maybe I don’t. But I know you’re still here. That has to count for something.”

She exhaled slowly through her nose, gaze steady, but something in her shoulders eased.

“You’re not here to fix me,” she said.

Izuku smiled faintly. “No. I don’t think anyone can fix another person. I just… wanted to meet you where you are.”

Lady Nagant leaned back, her gaze unreadable.

“…Oh? And tell me, hero.” Her voice was quiet now, more tired than biting. “Where exactly am I?”

Izuku hesitated

Then, gently, he answered.

“A place where you don’t want to be seen.”

Her eyes narrowed.

“Not because you’re afraid,” he added quickly. “You’re not. You’ve looked people in the eye while pulling the trigger. You’ve stood in courtrooms while they listed your kills like bullet points. But being seen, really seen…that’s different.”

Nagant didn’t respond, so he kept going, voice low but certain.

“You wanted to help people. To protect them. That’s how it started, right? One bullet at a time. Quiet work, ugly work but necessary. That’s what they told you. And maybe at first, you believed it. Maybe you told yourself that it was all for the best.”

He looked down briefly, then back at her.

“I read the files. The ones I could access. The politicians. The heroes. The ones you were assigned to eliminate. A few were just… corruption. Quiet. Paper-deep.”

A beat.

“But some of them? They weren’t small crimes. Some were smuggling people with dangerous quirks across borders. Some trafficked children. Some built entire empires on fear. You didn’t just pull the trigger, Lady Nagant, you were the one who had to look at all that rot and decide where to cut.”

She didn’t confirm or deny. But she didn’t stop him, either.

“I think,” Izuku said slowly, “you told yourself it was worth it. That it had to be. That one more shot, one more target… and maybe there’d be peace.”

A bitter chuckle escaped her.

“‘Peace.’ Cute.”

“But then the peace never came,” he said softly. “And the targets kept coming.”

He watched her carefully.

“You got blood on your hands. And scars for it. But… I bet some nights, you repeated it in your head, right? That it was necessary. That if you hadn’t done it, someone worse would’ve. That the one you killed would’ve hurt more people if you didn’t stop them first.”

Her jaw tightened.

“And maybe you were right. But that doesn’t make the blood feel any lighter.”

Izuku’s eyes softened.

“But I don’t think that’s the part that hurts most.”

Nagant slowly tilted her head, eye narrowing. “No?”

“I think what hurt more was when people smiled at you.”

She stilled.

“When they waved. Called you their favorite. Told you how cool you looked. How lucky they were to have a hero like you.”

Izuku’s voice didn’t waver

“They didn’t see the weight you carried. The blood you couldn’t wash off. They only saw the bright smile. The clean shot. The name and number on the rankings.”

A long silence stretched between them.

“You didn’t hate being admired,” Izuku said, quieter now. “You hated that they admired someone you weren’t.”

Her fingers curled slightly over her arms.

“They saw a symbol. A perfect hero. But underneath that... you were tired. Worn down. Bleeding on the inside.”

He met her gaze. Calm. Present.

“You didn’t want to be seen, because you were afraid that if someone really did see you... all they’d see was the bodies.”

Another silence. But something shifted.

Nagant leaned back, exhaling slowly, like something long-frozen had cracked a little at the edges.

“…And what do you see, hero?”

He didn’t answer right away.

Just looked at her. Like he wasn’t studying her.

Like he recognized her.

“Someone who didn’t run,” Izuku said, “even when she had every reason to.”

Lady Nagant didn’t move.

Then, after a long moment, her voice broke the silence.

Quiet. Measured. But sharp as ever.

“People like to guess why I didn’t run.”

She didn’t look at him when she spoke just stared past him, somewhere beyond the reinforced walls.

“Some say I knew I’d be caught again. That running would’ve been pointless. Others say I stayed because my heart changed. Because I thought I deserved this. The cell. The judgment. The quiet.”

She turned her head slightly, her gaze finally meeting his.

“So. Which is it, hero?”

Izuku didn’t answer right away.

Then, softly:

“…I think you didn’t want people to see you.”

Nagant’s brow twitched.

“That’s what I said earlier,” he continued, “and I meant it. You didn’t want to be seen..not the real you. Not the one beneath the Commission medals and target counts. Not the one who was tired of smiling for the cameras while carrying ghosts.”

She scoffed, low and rough. “No. You’re wrong.”

Her voice lost its chill. It was heavier now.

“I am what they say I am. I was a killer. Not some martyr, not a tragic figure. I pulled the trigger. I wanted to. I was good at it. And I did it again and again.”

She leaned in, arms crossed over the table, eyes sharp.

“That’s not ‘being tired.’ That’s just what I am.”

Izuku didn’t flinch.

“I know.”

That stopped her. Just for a second.

“I’m not here to argue that,” he said. “You did those things. You chose them. And a lot of people suffered for it.”

He didn’t backpedal. He didn’t sugarcoat.

“But maybe that’s not all you are.”

Her jaw tensed.

“I think,” he said carefully, “that somewhere along the line, you stopped believing there could be anything else. That once you crossed that line, that was it, you don’t get to go back. You don’t get to be anything but what they called you.”

She didn’t answer. Her silence didn’t push him away.

Izuku sat forward.

“You don’t have to pretend you’re not a killer. That part’s real. Maybe it always will be. Maybe people need to hear it. To see what happens when someone crosses that line and can’t go back.”

Nagant’s expression didn’t change, but her fingers tapped once against her arm.

“I’m not saying you’re secretly a good person,” Izuku continued. “I’m saying… you’re still here. Still breathing. Still choosing to stay. That means something is still left.”

He paused again.

“I once knew a girl,” he said softly. “She killed a lot of people. She laughed doing it. Said it made her happy. Revenge, chaos… all of it. She said it felt right. Because she was born different. And the world made her pay for it.”

Nagant blinked, almost curious.

“She drank blood,” Izuku said, tone matter-of-fact. “Her quirk made her do it. And everyone called her a freak. Treated her like a monster from the start.”

He exhaled, thinking of the way Toga’s voice softened when she teased him, the way her hands steadied his shaking shoulders without asking for anything in return.

“But underneath all of it… she just wanted someone to see her. Not the quirk. Not the crimes. Just her. And once someone finally did… she started to change.”

He looked at Nagant again, gently.

“Not because someone fixed her. But because she didn’t have to hide anymore.”

Nagant said nothing.

But her gaze wasn’t cold.

Just tired.

Izuku smiled, faint but true.

“You’re not her. I know that. But maybe… you’re someone who got buried under what people needed you to be. And maybe… you’re still here because part of you wants to dig your way out.”

The silence that followed wasn’t hostile.

It was still.

Then, finally, Lady Nagant leaned back.

Her voice was low.

“…You’re a damn idiot."

Izuku smiled a little wider. “Yeah. I’ve been told.”

Silence followed

Nagant sat back, crossing her arms again, this time with less of a guard and more of a… readjustment. Like she was sorting through everything that had just been said. It felt almost like a therapy session. Except no couches. No notepads. No pity.

Just honesty. Just a kid who spoke like he didn’t need to fix her—just see her.

No sugar-coating. No brushing the blood under the rug. He didn’t even flinch.

One hell of an annoyance.

Still.

She narrowed her eyes slightly.

“Hey… what are you really after?”

Izuku blinked, eyebrows lifting a little.

Nagant didn’t wait.

“I mean, you go out of your way to talk to a convicted felon. A killer. Just to what, convince me to come out of retirement and play mentor? What’s in it for you? A gold star from your principal? A recommendation letter?”

Izuku tilted his head in confusion.

Then suddenly gasped.

“Wait…you’re gonna teach ?!”

Nagant blinked. “What.”

He sat up straighter, eyes wide. “I thought this was just a conversation! Like maybe if you agreed to join us you’d, I don’t know, be a consultant or something, but teach?! That’s so cool–what subject would you even–”

She raised a hand.

“Hold on. Back up.” Her brows drew tight. “What exactly did the principal tell you?”

Izuku scratched his cheek, sheepish. “Um… just that you might listen to me. And maybe I could convince you to talk to him again. That’s it.”

Nagant stared at him.

“…So you’re telling me you walked into a maximum security prison just to talk to me… and there was no reward? No plan? No hero agency watching from behind glass ready to swoop in and congratulate you?”

Izuku nodded eagerly.

She squinted.

“No recommendation?”

“Nope.”

“No credit?”

“Not that I know of.”

“You didn’t even ask?”

He tilted his head again. “Should I have?”

Nagant stared at him for a long moment.

Then let out the longest, most exhausted exhale of her entire incarceration.

“…You’re a dumbass.”

Izuku chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. “I’ve been told that, too.”

She narrowed her eyes. “And you just… came here. For nothing.”

He smiled softly. “I just… like helping people.”

She didn’t answer right away. Just looked at him.

Really looked at him.

Not the way she had earlier, sizing him up for weakness. Not the way society looked at him either, Top Student, Rising Symbol, All Might’s Successor.

No.

She looked at him like a question that didn’t make sense.

The system’s broken.

Heroes are compromised.

There are no pure hearts in this world.

And yet…

“You’re a pain,” she muttered.

Izuku laughed, bright and warm.

“I get that one a lot, too.”

Nagant leaned back slowly, the chair creaking beneath her. Her arms crossed again,  her gaze shifted, drifting toward the corner of the ceiling as if she were watching dust swirl in the air.

“You know…” she said quietly, “through all that talking your rambling, your weird therapy commentary, you never once actually tried to convince me.”

Izuku blinked. “Huh?”

She turned her gaze back to him. “Not once. Not a single ‘you should come back,’ or ‘the world needs you,’ or any of that idealistic ‘be the change’ crap you kids love throwing around.”

“Oh,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish chuckle. “I wasn’t going to force you or anything like that.”

“Then what was all that?”

He shrugged lightly, not defensive, just honest.

“I just wanted to let you know the door’s open,” he added. “If you want to walk through it, you can. If you don’t… that’s okay too.”

For a few long seconds, neither of them spoke.

She studied him for a long, long moment.

And then her voice, when it came again, was low. Curious.

“What makes you so sure I’m still good?”

Izuku looked at her.

“I’ve always believed you were.”

Her jaw ticked, but she didn’t interrupt. So he went on.

“You did what you thought was right,” he said, eyes clear. “You made decisions. Hard ones. And maybe they came with blood, but it didn’t erase who you were underneath it. It didn’t destroy the part of you that wanted to protect people. I don’t think that part ever really went away.”

He shifted a little, folding his hands in front of him on the table.

“You still wanted to protect people. You still had a line, even if you crossed it later. You didn’t run from the consequences. You’re here. Still standing.”

A pause.

“That means something to me.”

Nagant let out a breath, one that sounded more tired than anything.

“…God, you’re exhausting.”

But she didn’t sound annoyed. If anything, she almost sounded amused.

She reached up and rubbed her temple, letting the silence linger before speaking again.

“Fine. I’ll do it.”

Izuku straightened a little. “Really?”

“But,” she held up a finger, “only on one condition.”

He blinked.

“The rat said I’ll be teaching one person. Just one. I want that one person to be you.”

The moment lingered just a little.

And then:

BZZT.

The overhead speaker crackled to life.

They both jumped.

Nagant swore under her breath and glared up.

“Oh-hoho!” Nezu’s voice rang out like a delighted little bell. “What a delightful arrangement! I have no objections. Nagant, you may begin teaching next week.”

Nagant glared like she could shoot it down with her mind. “Creepy eavesdropping little-”

Meanwhile, Izuku turned to her with something just short of actual sparkles in his eyes.

His mouth opened, already mid-babble.

“Y-you’re going to teach me?! That’s incredible, Nagant-san, your knowledge on high-angle prediction paths alone could create a whole curriculum! And your stealth assessment models? You basically rewrote the standards during your active days! And I didn’t even get to ask about–”

She stared at him.

Deadpan.

Just…

Sparkles.

He had sparkles.

She narrowed her eyes.

“Are you… actually a dog?”

He didn’t hear her. Or maybe he did and just took it as a compliment.

He was already pulling out another notebook.

Nagant sighed, slumping slightly as he continued his enthusiastic ramble, barely taking breaths between thoughts.

She rested her chin on one hand, watching him with a faint, tired look. The kind someone might give a loyal stray that followed them home.

Guess true heroes still exist. Even the annoying ones with wagging tails.

Her lips tugged upward before she caught herself and quickly covered her mouth.

“Tch. You better not disappoint me, kid.”

An hour passed.

Izuku was escorted out, waving cheerfully as he left.

The door closed with a soft click.

Nagant let out a long exhale, dragging her palm down her face.

“That kid’s got one hell of a mouth…”

BZZT.

The speaker came to life again.

She twitched.

“Hmm? Weren’t you supposed to do something when he convinced you?” Nezu’s voice teased from above, far too smug for someone who sounded like a plush toy.

She glared up.

“What the hell are you talking about now?”

A pause.

Then her own voice played back at her, mockingly and damning:

“I’ll fuck him on the spot”

Nagant’s entire face froze.

“HEY! I SAID ‘WHEN I FELL FOR HIM,’ NOT WHEN HE CONVINCED ME!”

Nezu’s giggling echoed like some cursed windchime.

She groaned, slamming her forehead onto the table.

“I really hate that damn rat…”

 

It was already late afternoon when Izuku finally returned to Heights Alliance.

The dorms were quieter than usual but not in a worrying way. There was music playing softly from someone’s room upstairs, the faint smell of something sweet baking in the kitchen, and a few scattered voices echoing down the hallway. Comfortably lived-in.

Izuku opened the front door and stepped inside, brushing his hair back with a tired but contented sigh. “I’m home.”

“Midoriya!” Iida was the first to appear, practically marching down the stairs with his arms stiff at his sides. “Welcome back!”

Before Izuku could respond, Mina peeked over the couch with a grin. “Look who finally decided to show up! How’d it go? Did Nezu make you dissect another speech about leadership again?”

“Did you meet a secret government agent?” Sero chimed in from the floor, a game controller in his hand.

“Or did he finally reveal he’s actually three raccoons in a lab coat?” Jirou muttered without looking up from her phone.

“No, what if Nezu’s been testing his psychic brainwaves on you and you’re just now realizing it?” Kirishima shouted from somewhere out of sight.

Izuku laughed, raising his hands in surrender. “No, nothing like that! He just wanted me to talk to someone.”

“Hah, mysterious,” Sato said, emerging from the kitchen with a plate of cookies. “Well, whatever it was, glad you’re back.”

Iida puffed his chest. “You represented our class with diligence and professionalism. We are proud.”

“Thanks, Iida,” Izuku chuckled. “Seriously. It’s good to be back.”

Mina flopped onto the armrest. “Hey, you missed all the drama. We got a new student.”

“Oh right, Nezu mentioned something about that.” Izuku tilted his head. “Where is she?”

Kirishima, sipping from a water bottle near the TV, nodded toward the kitchen. “She’s in there with Kaminari. Think she was organizing her stuff… maybe helping herself to tea.”

“Or threatening the microwave,” Sero added with a smirk.

“I’m sorry, what?” Izuku blinked.

“You’ll see,” Mina grinned.

With a puzzled expression, Izuku made his way toward the kitchen.

And then he stopped.

Just outside the threshold, his eyes locked onto the floor.

Blood.

Thick smears of it trailing from the kitchen counter across the tiles. Splattered droplets on the fridge. A rag on the ground, soaked crimson. And in the middle of it all: 

Kaminari. Flat on his back, limbs splayed like a chalk outline. His shirt stained red, a dazed look on his face.

And standing above him, hand on her hip, front of her uniform streaked with fresh red… was a girl.

Her hair was in twin buns. Her sleeves rolled up. A smear of blood trailed across her cheek like war paint.

She hadn’t seen him yet. She was busy glaring at the fridge.

The whole room stilled. It felt like walking into the climax of a horror movie, like if he so much as breathed too loudly, she’d snap around and throw something sharp.

Izuku’s pulse spiked.

Then, slowly, Toga turned her head.

Her golden eyes locked onto his.

Predatory. Sharp. Calculating.

Then

“Izuku~!” She lit up.

In a blur of motion, she launched forward. “You're finally back!”

“H-hold on!”

Too late.

She tackled him with the kind of practiced ease that defied physics, legs looping around his waist, arms around his neck. He staggered back, both hands catching her instinctively.

She clung like a koala. A blood-soaked, cheerful koala.

“You’re late,” she pouted, snuggling against his shoulder. “I waited all day.”

Izuku stammered, still wide-eyed. “W-what… what happened to-”

“Oh, that?” she glanced back, entirely unfazed. “Kaminari tripped. Spilled three weeks' worth of my blood packs. Wasteful, right?”

On cue, Kaminari let out a muffled groan from the floor. “Still… sticky…”

“You’re the one who said you could carry all of it,” Toga called over her shoulder.

Izuku looked at her, then at the floor, then at her again.

“…You’re our new classmate?”

“Uh-huh!” she beamed, her cheek pressing to his.

“You can let go now.”

“Not yet.”

He sighed, eyes closing briefly.

He was tired. He was confused. And now he was cradling a blood-smeared Toga while standing in what looked like a low-budget horror film.

Yep. He was definitely back at UA.

A few minutes later, the dorm was filled with the clatter of plates, the warm clink of chopsticks, and the soft murmur of laughter.

Class 2A had gathered around the long dining table, sharing a late dinner cooked by Sato and Shoji. The lights glowed soft and golden overhead, casting a calm, homey atmosphere that made it easy to forget the chaos that had come before. The air smelled of curry, grilled vegetables, and something vaguely sweet Sato claimed was "experimental."

Izuku was finally relaxed, shoulders loose, sleeves rolled up, chatting with Tokoyami about some recent villain report Nezu had shown him

Toga, sitting two seats away, took a dainty bite of her rice, then turned to the group with a smile as casual as it was explosive.

“Oh, by the way Izuku’s technically my guardian now.”

Izuku immediately choked.

A full-body, wide-eyed, wheezing kind of choke that made him reach for his glass and slap the table twice like he was tapping out. Uraraka yelped and patted his back while Tsuyu calmly passed over a napkin.

“W-Wait, what?” Izuku croaked, eyes watering. “I-I’m what ?”

The faucet turned on.

Then… the sink lid popped open and out emerged Nezu, perched atop a small stepping stool inside the cabinet like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Indeed!” he chirped, delighted. “Per our arrangement with the board, Toga needed a designated liaison-slash-supervisor-slash-emergency-contact-slash-ward. And, young Midoriya, given your… experience with her, and your demonstrated ability to not explode under pressure, we felt you were the most appropriate choice!”

Everyone stared.

Todoroki blinked. “…Were you in the sink the whole time?”

Nezu ignored him completely. “So! Should anything arise regarding Miss Toga, disciplinary, academic, emotional, or otherwise you’ll be the first line of communication. Congratulations!”

Then, without another word, the sink lid clamped shut and the faucet stopped dripping.

“…He lives here?” Kaminari whispered, horrified.

Meanwhile, Toga gave Izuku a big, sunny smile. “So~ take care of me, okay, Guardian-kun?”

Izuku just slumped over his plate. “I’m not even twenty yet…”

“Exactly!” she chirped. “That means we’ll grow together~!”

He gave her a dry look but couldn’t stop the tired chuckle that followed.

“Papa,” Eri piped up from beside him, tugging lightly at his sleeve, “does this mean… I have a new big sister now?”

Izuku stiffened mid-chew.

Toga blinked. Then slowly turned, lips twitching. “Well… I suppose it might mean that.”

Eri’s eyes sparkled. “Really?!”

Toga tilted her head, gears visibly turning.

She glanced at Izuku still pale from the guardian bombshell, still chewing slowly like he was bracing for another hit. Then… she smiled.

“Well, I could be your sister,” she said sweetly, brushing a bit of rice from Eri’s cheek. “Or… maybe I’m your mom now?”

Izuku’s soul left his body.

“T-Toga!” he sputtered, nearly knocking over his glass. “I-it doesn’t mean that! We’re just… just… v-very close! That’s all!”

Toga eyed him. Not with her usual mischief but something softer, more thoughtful.

A pause.

Then she smiled again playful, light, but the edge dulled. “Yeah, you’re right. Probably too early for all that.”

She turned back to Eri and booped her nose. “So how about this you can call me Onee-chan. Or Auntie Toga. Whichever you like.”

Eri clapped happily. “Okay, Auntie Toga!”

“Perfect~”

The evening rolled on.

Dinner turned into games, card games, party games, Kaminari desperately trying to convince everyone Kart counted as a bonding exercise. Sero cheated, Tsuyu won three rounds in a row, and somehow Mina ended up wearing a blanket like a cape, declaring herself “Queen Uno Supreme.”

It was warm. Loud. Happy.

And then Iida ever the voice of doom and bedtime stood up, cleared his throat with all the authority of a school bell, and declared:

“We do have school tomorrow.”

Cue the groans. Kaminari collapsed like he’d been shot. Mina flopped onto the couch in protest. Even Bakugo muttered something under his breath that might’ve been a complaint…or a threat.

Still, one by one, the students peeled off toward their rooms.

Izuku took a moment longer. He made sure the dishes were clean, helped Shoji put away leftovers, then gently carried a half-asleep Eri to her room. She mumbled something about sweet potatoes and new sisters before curling up with her blanket bunny.

Peace. Finally.

He turned around to head to his own bed

And stopped.

Standing just beside his bed was Toga.

Holding a futon.

Wearing a smile way too sweet for the hour.

“…Wait.”

She laid the futon down on the floor, fluffed her pillow with two proud little pats, and began unfolding a blanket.

“Hold on-!”

She flopped down with a content sigh like she’d just come back from a spa. Arms behind her head. A little smirk on her lips.

Izuku blinked.

Then panic set in.

“You’re sleeping here?!” he hissed, clapping both hands over his mouth the second the words escaped. He threw a quick look over his shoulder, Eri’s door was still closed. No stirrings. Thank All Might.

He turned back, whispering as urgently as he could without bursting a blood vessel. “ Toga..what?! Why?!

She sat up, cross-legged now, and tilted her head like he’d asked what two plus two was.

“Well~ I can’t sleep on the girls’ side,” she said simply. “They’re still figuring out dorm arrangements for me. And since you’re my guardian—” she gave him a cheeky little salute “...I’m supposed to stick close. Not 24/7 or anything, don’t worry. But nighttime’s kind of important.”

Izuku opened his mouth.

Then closed it.

Then opened it again.

Nothing came out.

He just pointed at the futon. Then at her. Then at himself. Then back at the futon.

“It's not that weird,” Toga added, settling back into her blanket with a yawn. “At least I brought a pillow.”

“That’s not…that’s not the point!”

But she was already curled up, one arm tucked under her head, breathing evening out like this was the most normal thing in the world.

Izuku stood there for another thirty seconds.

Processing.

Trying to remember if Nezu ever mentioned cohabitation clauses.

He sighed, rubbed his face, and quietly crawled into his own bed, facing the ceiling like it personally offended him.

“…What a day.”

 

Days flew by in a blur.

A blur of sugar, cuteness, and what Izuku had begun calling with every ounce of sincerity “diabetes hell.”

It started innocently enough.

He’d wake up early, like always, intending to prep breakfast and get a head start on the day.

Except… Eri would already be up.

And in the kitchen?

Toga.

Hair up in a lazy bun, apron half-tied, humming while she flipped tamagoyaki with concerning skill. Eri sat on the counter swinging her legs, wearing a matching apron that read “Tiny Sous-Chef” in glittery letters Toga absolutely added herself.

And without fail, every morning:

“Good morning, Izuku~! Sit down, breakfast’s almost ready!”

He protested at first, blinking sleep from his eyes and shuffling in like a confused old man. “Toga, you really don’t have to…”

But she’d just shake her head, tie her apron tighter, and pour miso soup like a woman with a mission.

“You’re a growing boy,” she’d say with that too-sweet smile. “And all growing boys need their sleep.”

And the worst part?

Even Eri betrayed him.

“Yeah, Papa. You’re cranky when you don’t sleep.”

He stared at her.

Eri stared back with innocent big eyes.

Toga beamed in triumph and placed a perfectly grilled fish in front of him.

Izuku, defeated, muttered a thank-you and ate in silence.

Eventually, he and Toga reached a compromise. They’d rotate breakfast duty. Fair and square. That way, she didn’t do everything, and he still got to feel useful. She agreed easily enough, claiming it was good “domestic practice.”

He didn’t ask what that meant.

Which brings us to the next problem.

The dilemma of the girls.

Class 2A’s girls’ dorm room was a mess of tangled cords, chips, and phones balanced on pillows and knees. At least three different group calls were being juggled until finally, someone had the bright idea of consolidating everything into one big video chat.

“Okay, okay! Shut up, everyone, I’m putting it on the big screen!” Mina shouted, pointing her phone camera at the monitor as she mirrored the call.

Faces lit up in little windows. Melissa in her dorm overseas. Mei with her goggles still strapped to her head. Kaoruko sipping something suspiciously fizzy. Yui, Reiko, Setsuna, Tooru everyone logged in and already halfway into the conversation.

“So she made breakfast again today?” Kinoko asked, tilting her head. “Toga-san’s running that domestic playbook hard.”

“She even packed him lunch,” Tooru added, sounding both impressed and personally attacked.

“She cut his onigiri into hearts,” Jirou deadpanned.

A beat of silence.

“Okay, I didn’t need that detail,” Setsuna muttered, visibly restraining herself. “I could’ve gone my whole life.”

“They’re cute,” Momo admitted with a sigh. “Really cute. Unfairly cute.”

“We’re not hating,” Tooru said quickly, “I mean, she’s genuinely trying. But we can’t just sit back and let her speedrun the ‘wife’ route, right?”

“We just want to be close too,” Melissa added gently from her screen. “But not in a way that scares him.”

There was a collective nod across all screens.

“Agreed,” Momo said. “Show him care, but not pressure. Proximity without expectation.”

“Love… without the chokehold,” Reiko added with a serene, almost ominous smile.

Then Ibara, quiet in her corner, spoke up. “The groceries are nearly gone.”

Everyone turned toward her window.

“And we just received the new funds from support,” she continued calmly. “Momo confirmed it.”

“Iida’s downstairs organizing the list,” Momo added. “He’s rejecting every single suggestion Kaminari and Mineta throw in.”

“He denied my request for three packs of matcha pocky,” Tooru grumbled.

“Denied my thirty-pack of energy drinks,” Mina pouted.

“Denied my indoor portable fog machine,” Jirou chimed.

“Ibara,” Mina said, eyes narrowing. “Are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?”

The vine-haired girl tilted her head. “A grocery date.”

Everyone went quiet.

Then:

“OH MY GOD SHE’S BRILLIANT.”

 

The weekend slipped by faster than expected. And before Izuku knew it, he was outside the local grocery store with Ibara beside him, both holding empty baskets and a list that could rival a thesis.

“Thanks for tagging along,” Izuku said, scanning the entrance like he was bracing for a boss battle in the produce section. “It’s nice having someone keep me from forgetting half the list.”

Ibara gave a modest nod. “It’s no problem. Our dorm needed a refill too, so it worked out.”

Which was technically true.

What she didn’t mention was the miniature war that happened in their dorm's group chat. Thirteen girls. One grocery slot with Midoriya. One dumb game involving sticks.

She’d won. Barely. Pony was still muttering about rigged measurements.

Now here she was. Grocery list in hand. Walking beside him like they did this every weekend.

And okay maybe she was enjoying it a little too much.

The way he furrowed his brows while comparing prices. The way he mumbled aloud when scratching items off the list. It was... comfortable. Familiar.

The atmosphere of a married couple, if she was being honest.

Her brain got a little too comfortable with that thought, drifting to something soft and dangerous: a scene with the two of them side by side in an aisle just like this. Maybe with Eri tugging at his coat. Maybe a smaller kid pointing excitedly at cartoon cereal.

“Ibara?”

She blinked. Her eyes were glued to the mayonnaise shelf.

“Huh?”

“You’ve been staring at that bottle for a while,” Izuku said. “Everything okay?”

“Oh uh. Just deciding what brand. Some of my classmates are picky.”

She said it with practiced calm. Inside, she was actively lighting that daydream on fire.

Izuku laughed. “Yeah, same. Tooru once refused to eat unless we got the one with the pink cap.”

He shook his head and moved on to the next aisle.

Ibara followed a few steps behind, doing her best not to smile like an idiot.

From there, the grocery run picked up in steady rhythm, eggs, cereal, a very intense five-minute stare-down with the milk section, and a mutual agreement that anyone who finished the orange juice without replacing it was morally bankrupt.

“Do you think Kaminari even knows milk has expiration dates?” Ibara asked, eyeing the cartons.

“He definitely just does the sniff test,” Izuku said, marking something off the list.

They made decent progress. Produce was quick. Izuku weighed the tomatoes like he was judging Olympic shot puts, while Ibara debated internally if the lettuce looked shifty. They talked casually as they went: recent events in school, gossip about Class 3-B’s secret karaoke nights, Mei apparently building a self-walking backpack that made a run for the woods, and Kuroiro’s brief, mysterious disappearance that turned out to be him just napping behind the gym.

By the time they circled back to frozen goods, their carts were half full. That’s when they hit a speed bump.

“Ibara-san,” Izuku started gently, pointing to the box she was reaching for, “I think that brand is mostly filler. The sodium levels are really high, and it doesn't even have proper calcium-”

“I like the taste,” she said simply.

Izuku blinked. “I’m just saying for the same price, you could get-”

“It goes well with miso soup.”

“It’s mostly starch!”

“It’s nostalgic.”

He stared at her. She stared right back, cradling the frozen block like a child.

Their standoff was broken by a soft chuckle.

They turned.

An older couple gray-haired, cozy, clearly seasoned in both marriage and coupons stood nearby, amusement plain on their faces. The woman smiled warmly, nudging her husband.

“Sorry,” she said. “You two just reminded us of our early days. Always bickering in grocery aisles about price versus brand.”

Her husband rolled his eyes playfully. “Still do. This one always picks the trendy stuff.”

“And you always cheap out and regret it later.”

Ibara looked away, embarrassed but smiling. Izuku flushed was the first one to open his mouth

“It’s not...uh we’re not–”

The woman waved it off. “No need to explain, dear. It’s cute.”

Ibara glanced at Izuku as they walked away. He was still a little red in the ears.

“…Should we get both brands?” she offered.

“…Compromise,” he agreed.

They tossed both in the cart and moved on.

By the time they reached the checkout, their cart looked like it had been filled by a well-fed army of responsible adults and chaos goblins. Eggs, milk, bread, produce, snacks, a mysterious bag of rainbow marshmallows that neither of them admitted to grabbing.

They paid, bagged everything in a flurry of practiced teamwork, and began the walk back to campus with six boxes in total.

“I can take four,” Izuku offered, already positioning himself to do just that. “It’s not even that heavy…”

“I’m not letting you carry all of it just because you can lift a building,” Ibara said firmly, cutting him off as her vines gently  wrapped around three of the boxes. “We’re splitting this evenly.”

He blinked at her, impressed. “That’s actually really convenient.”

She gave a modest shrug. “It’s the least I can do after you carried that sack of rice like it weighed nothing.”

Izuku chuckled as he adjusted his grip on his share, arms flexing beneath his sleeves. The strain didn’t even show, like he was born to carry burdens for others. Ibara had seen it before on the field, during rescue drills, once when he deadlifted a flipped vending machine because Tooru was stuck behind it.

But seeing it this close, this mundane?

It did something to her brain.

She glanced at him from the corner of her eye how easily he handled the boxes, the soft curve of his arms, the concentration in his brow. The way the sun caught in his hair, those impossibly green eyes scanning the path ahead like it was instinct.

And then...betrayal.

A mental image. Of those same arms lifting her with that same ease.

She blinked hard. No. Nope. Absolutely not.

She looked ahead. Breathed.

But then her mind, her wicked, sinful, traitorous mind offered another image.

The same arms. Less clothes. More heat. A different kind of restraint.

Her step stuttered.

“Are you okay?” Izuku glanced her way, concern flickering in his voice.

“Yes.” She nodded, maybe too quickly. “Just... thinking about produce logistics.”

“…Right.”

She stared straight ahead. Do not think about ropes. Do not think about ropes. He’s holding groceries. Not you. Not anything else. Groceries.

She was a disciple of patience. Of restraint. 

…She would pray later.

 

Over at the 2B dorms, the living room had become a battlefield.

Specifically, the coffee table was the arena, Monoma was the challenger, and Shishida calm, steady, terrifyingly serene was the immovable wall.

“You’re going down this time,” Monoma grunted, the veins in his forehead bulging as he gripped Shishida’s hand with all the dramatic flair of a man declaring war. “I borrowed a strength-adjusting Quirk from the support department! I am your equal now!”

Shishida blinked slowly. “You’re shaking.”

“I’m charging up!”

Pony, halfway to the front door, paused at the sound of someone approaching. “Oh! Midoriya, Shiozaki! Welcome back!”

That’s when Shishida decided he was bored.

With an effortless flick of his wrist, Monoma was flung across the room like a paper airplane and thudded unceremoniously against the wall with a muffled oomph.

Setsuna didn’t even look up. She just raised her phone and snapped a picture.

“Is everything okay in here?” Izuku asked, peeking in with an armful of grocery boxes and a concerned smile.

“Just the usual,” Kendo called from behind the couch, waving a hand dismissively as she stepped forward. “Nothing to worry about.”

She reached over and took one of the boxes from him without missing a beat. “You should’ve called ahead, we could’ve met you halfway.”

“I…I didn’t want to trouble anyone,” Izuku began to protest, only to go quiet the moment Ibara gave his shin a light tap with her foot.

He blinked at her. She smiled, all innocence.

Kendo caught the exchange, eyebrow twitching upward slightly before she shrugged it off and turned toward the kitchen. “Come on, let’s sort the stuff. We don’t want your dorm ending up with our spicy curry mix by mistake.”

“Right!” Izuku adjusted the boxes in his arms and followed after her.

Pony was already taking two boxes from Ibara with a grin.

“So,” Kendo began casually, sorting through bags of rice, “think you’re finally ready for a proper spar?”

Izuku blinked, setting down a carton of eggs with a careful hand. “A spar?”

“No Quirks. Just you and me,” she clarified, smirking. “I want to see if you’ve gotten rusty.”

He scratched the back of his head sheepishly. “I… might need a few stretches first.”

Pony, stacking canned goods, chimed in, “You also owe me movie night, remember? I got the final part of the arc. Everything lines up in this one no more cliffhangers!”

Izuku nodded, smiling. “Right, you told me last week. I’m looking forward to it.”

“Mine!” Tetsutetsu’s voice boomed from the doorway as he swooped in like a hawk and stole a box of crackers from Kendo’s pile.

“That’s ours, you thief!” she snapped, but he was already gone, vanishing back into the living room with triumphant laughter.

Ibara sighed, shaking her head. “I’ll be speaking to him about manners later.”

And just like that, Tetsutetsu was swiftly bonked on the head with a well aimed flick from Ibara’s vine and an even sterner one from Kendo’s palm. He apologized profusely twice to Kendo, once to the crackers and slinked off to the living room with the air of a chastised golden retriever.

Once everything was packed and sorted, Izuku reached out to collect his boxes.

Or at least, tried to.

His hands reached out only for one of the boxes to gently rise off the table and hover out of reach.

He turned startled.

Reiko stood just beside him, expression unreadable, one of the boxes floating calmly beside her.

They stared at each other for a long beat.

Izuku looked between them, half-raising his hand. “Uh… Reiko-san? What are you…”

“Helping,” she said softly, not looking at him.

“Oh,” he blinked. “That’s really kind of you, but I can carry–”

“I need to talk to you anyway,” she added, voice light. “So I might as well.”

He looked at the box, then at her again.

“…Okay,” he said, defeated. “I guess I can’t argue with that.”

He reached down to pick up the last box but before his fingers could even touch it, it vanished in a blur.

He turned. Setsuna stood there, grinning, balancing the box on her head like it was a trophy.

“Yoink~”

Setsuna’s voice came before he even registered the movement.

She grinned, already hugging the box to her chest. “Just tagging along. No big reason~.”

Izuku opened his mouth. Closed it. Sighed.

“…Fine.”

As they stepped out, something stirred behind them.

Monoma, still slightly embedded in the wall like a decorative sticker, slowly raised his head. His eyes narrowed.

“…Wait a damn second.”

Kendo was already behind him before he finished his breath.

THWACK.

The karate chop landed square on the side of his neck. Monoma slumped instantly, unconscious mid-mumble.

Kendo exhaled like she’d been waiting to do that all day.

She watched the three figures disappear down the hallway.

She muttered under her breath, “I swear, he’s like catnip.”

Then, without missing a beat, she grabbed Monoma by the collar and started dragging him across the floor like a sack of mildly cursed potatoes.

He groaned weakly.

 

MIDOCULT

Alien

  1. SPILL.

You two were GLOWING when you walked him back to the dorms. Don’t play innocent. We saw the smug. 😤💅

DinoMash

glowing?? c’mon i always look this good 😘

Ghost

Convention next month.

I invited him. He said yes.

Also, Setsuna asked him out next Saturday.

DinoMash

RUDE betrayal

Ghost

You hesitated. I didn’t. 🕊️

Uravity

Wait wait wait

You BOTH have dates with him?! 😳

Vines

Oh wow. That’s… really impressive.

Congrats, girls 

Shroom

Yeah… super happy for you… so happy I could cry in my mushroom drawer 🍄

Ultraman

I’M GOING TO EAT MY PILLOW.

WHY does no one want to grocery date a bold, emotionally available, grade-A woman with GORGEOUS shoulders??? 😩

Jacks

Okay okay but hey..

At least not ALL of 2B has scored a date yet right??

Ultraman

Pony: Movie night with him

Itsuka: Sparring date

Try again, Jacks . 😐

Frogbutt

IM GOING TO BURN A TREE

Mom

Girls… deep breaths. 😅

Let’s not all set ourselves on fire just yet.

image attachment (Eri and Momo in frame. Eri’s hair perfectly braided. Momo’s braid… less so. Behind them, Izuku is gently holding Kaminari’s wrist as he panics in front of a frying pan. Tooru’s holding a fire extinguisher like a sniper.)

YouCantSeeMe

Eri braided your hair??

omg she’s so CUTE

Mom

She’s very talented.

Izuku says she learned by watching videos.

And practice… lots of practice. On me.

FluffMonster

I am THIS close to just suplexing the next girl who scores a date before me.

Unless it’s me. Then I’m fine. 🥰

Alien

OK PLAN B TIME.

We ALL need our own “subtle” excuse to spend time with Izuku.

It’s time we get proactive. He won’t notice if we’re casual about it

Vines

…casual is not Yui's strong suit.

Ultraman

CORRECT

if i get within three feet of him i’m throwing myself at his lap with zero regrets

Ghost

We noticed.

 

It was a normal Monday.

Well. As normal as it could be when Lady Nagant strolled into Class 2A, dressed in a clean-cut UA staff uniform black skirt, blouse, and jacket, her long plum hair tied back, heels clicking softly with every step. Her expression was unreadable, sharp as ever. Calm. Controlled.

…Which made the class lose its collective mind.

“IS THAT LADY NAGANT?!”

“I THOUGHT SHE VANISHED???”

“What is this, some redemption arc plotline?! First Toga, now this what’s next, an alien?!”

“No offense, Toga”

“None taken,” Toga hummed, cheerfully sipping juice through a straw like this was the most normal morning ever.

Iida, despite his best efforts to keep the peace, was clearly vibrating. “Please…please maintain classroom decorum! That’s a UA staff member, everyone show respect!”

“Respectfully,” Mina whispered, “she’s hot.”

Izuku, seated and blinking rapidly, managed to mumble, “Good morning, Miss Tsutsumi,” and was rewarded with a small, knowing nod.

“Midoriya,” she greeted, smooth as silk, “meet me on the training field in ten.”

A pause.

“...For what exactly?” he asked, already uneasy.

She smiled. “Your first lesson.”

Ten minutes later, Izuku yelped as a bullet whistled past his head.

They were outside well, more accurately, he was outside, zigzagging in a panicked sprint while Kaina was perched like a sniper on one of the high support beams overhead. A light breeze tugged at her jacket as she sighted down the barrel of her rifle arm with eerie calm.

“You’ve got good instincts,” she called out lazily. “But you hesitate too much.”

Another bullet curved in midair. Izuku threw out Blackwhip, yanking himself left at the last second as the shot grazed the air where he’d just been.

“Y-you didn’t say this was live ammo!” he called out breathlessly.

“I didn’t say it wasn’t.” Her tone was playful. Too playful.

Kaina adjusted her stance like she was casually stretching between shots. “Heroes don’t get to pick their circumstances. Now eyes up, next shot’s trickier.”

Crack.

Izuku flinched and twisted in midair, flipping over a barrel roll as the bullet bent unnaturally through the sky, chasing him like it had a grudge.

“She’s enjoying this way too much,” he muttered, dodging again.

From the side of the field, the rest of 2A watched the chaos unfold.

“I mean… she’s kind of awesome,” Kaminari said with a reverent grin.

“Can’t decide if she’s terrifying or cool,” Jirou muttered, arms crossed.

“I don’t know about you guys,” Sero said, “but I feel like Midoriya just signed up for a hardcore boot camp.”

From above, Kaina called again, “Don’t lose focus. One second off and you’ll be down.”

Izuku barely dodged another shot, heart pounding.

He shouted back, “I’m trying! You’ve got insane aim! This is like Boss Battle Difficulty!”

And she just gave a faint hum of satisfaction.

“Then you better level up, Midoriya.”

 

Hours later, Kendo stumbled back with a grunt, bracing herself with one hand before her knees hit the mat. She coughed out a breath, sweat dripping from her forehead to the floor, chest rising and falling as she tried to center her breathing again.

“That,” she panted, “was a full-on body slam.”

Across the training mat, Izuku stood tall shirt discarded, skin glistening with sweat, curls stuck to his forehead. He gave her a sheepish grin. “Sorry.”

She narrowed her eyes at him and forced herself upright with a muttered curse. “I’ll deck you if you apologize again. We’re sparring. Go easy on me and I will be offended.”

He raised both hands in surrender. “Got it, got it.”

Kendo rolled her shoulders, wincing at the sore muscles pulling taut beneath her shirt. “Tch. You could at least pretend to be out of breath.”

Izuku laughed softly, wiping his forehead with a towel. “I’ve got a pretty strict running routine. Kind of built the stamina for it.”

“Right, the one where you run before sunrise? Yeah. Tried that once. Pretty sure I couldn’t feel my legs the rest of the day.”

He grinned, already shifting into stance. “Round two?”

She groaned and then grinned right back. “You’re on.”

The spar started again feet sliding on the mats, fists clashing. Kendo’s strikes were fast, precise, trained by years of combat. Izuku, with all his power and observation, blocked and redirected smoothly. She noted his counters tight, calculated, strong.

“Good follow-through,” she muttered during a brief clash. “But you drop your right shoulder when pivoting.”

He adjusted the next move on instinct. “Like this?”

“Better,” she said, huffing as he forced her back. “And stop smiling, it’s annoying.”

“I’m learning,” he replied, flashing a smile anyway.

They moved like clockwork, her experience guiding his corrections, his adaptability fueling their rhythm. The longer they went, the more it felt less like sparring and more like… syncing.

Eventually, Kendo’s muscles screamed loud enough to be heard.

With a final parry and breathless laugh, she stepped back and let herself drop to the floor, legs stretched in front of her. “That’s it. Tap out. If I throw one more punch my arm’s coming off.”

Izuku joined her with a soft thud, dropping beside her and exhaling as he leaned back on his palms.

They sat there in silence, sweat slicked and sore, letting the burn settle into their limbs and the exhaustion wash over them.

Kendo leaned her head back with a breathy laugh. “Seriously, what am I doing? Giving martial arts tips to the guy who can punch through three city blocks. What do you even need technique for?”

Izuku chuckled, rolling his shoulders as he glanced her way. “Doesn’t hurt to learn. I never really had a formal fighting style. Kind of just… mashed together what worked in the moment.”

He looked down at his open palms, flexing them once before letting them drop back to the mat. “Besides, if my Quirk ever cuts out again, I’d rather not be completely useless.”

She hummed low in her throat, shifting slightly to get a better look at him eyes skimming his profile, then downward.

Not that way. At least not intentionally.

But up close, it really hit her how much he’d changed.

The wiry, wide-eyed kid from their first year crying at the Sports Festival, muttering to himself in endless notebooks was still there somewhere. But layered over him now was broad muscle, power compacted into every line of his frame, and the quiet kind of strength that didn’t always come from a Quirk.

And the scars, some faint, some angry and recent told their own story.

“Damn,” she muttered under her breath before she could stop herself.

Izuku tilted his head toward her. “Huh?”

Kendo coughed. “Nothing. Just…” she shrugged, “...guess you’ve grown up more than I realized.”

He blinked, then smiled. A little sheepish. A little proud. “Guess I had to.”

Kendo didn’t say anything to that.

Just leaned back on her hands, still watching him out of the corner of her eye.

Guess that’s one more thing to love about him.

They stayed quiet for a few minutes, catching their breath. Just two tired bodies letting the ache settle in.

Then Kendo spoke.

“You know…” she said lightly, but her voice carried something firmer beneath it. “You’re amazing.”

Izuku blinked, his head turning slightly to glance at her.

She groaned as she sat up, stretching her arms with a wince. “Seriously. You grew so fast. I still remember you at the Sports Festival, wide-eyed and stubborn, breaking every bone in your body just to keep going.”

She turned to him with a smile, open and sincere. “Now look at you. Golden boy of UA. At this rate, you’re probably next in line to be part of the new Big Three.”

He let out a soft, bashful laugh. “I mean… I kinda had to grow. Being All Might’s apprentice isn’t exactly a light role.” He shrugged, rubbing at the back of his neck. “Besides, it wasn’t just me. I had a lot of help along the way.”

Kendo narrowed her eyes, like she’d been waiting for him to say that. “Yeah, yeah. Classmates, mentors, training arcs, I know .”

She leaned forward, tapping a finger lightly against his arm. “But that doesn’t change the fact you’re amazing. You. Not because of help. Not because of your Quirk. Just…Izuku Midoriya.”

He opened his mouth to respond.

“I’m not talking about expectations,” she cut in, firm but not harsh. “Not the Symbol of Peace thing. Not All Might’s legacy. Not the pressure or what the media says. I’m saying this, right here and now, just me, Itsuka Kendo, telling you you’re amazing. Quirk or no Quirk.”

Izuku froze for a moment, surprised by the weight of her words. They landed somewhere deeper than he expected.

And somehow, it didn’t feel uncomfortable. It didn’t make him want to run.

She tilted her head and grinned. “This is the part where you say ‘thank you,’ by the way.”

He blinked. Then, after a beat, let out a quiet chuckle and looked down.

“…Thanks.”

“Good boy,” she said teasingly as she stood, her tone bouncing back to playful. She stretched her arms above her head with a groan.  “Alright. I’m claiming first shower before you hog all the hot water.”

Izuku watched her go, his fingers absently brushing over a faint scar on his forearm.

She was gone in a few steps, leaving him alone on the training mat. But her words stayed behind. Replaying in his mind like a song he hadn’t realized he liked.

You’re amazing.

He didn’t know if it felt good or not to hear it.

But he didn’t want to throw it away, either.

 

After the spar, life settled back into its chaotic version of normal.

Toga, as always, insisted on making breakfast. Something about her “doting onee-chan duties,” 

He’d wake up only to find the two of them already giggling in the kitchen, Eri perched on the counter in her bunny slippers, swinging her legs as Toga braided her hair with terrifying precision. 

Toga didn’t help either. Her grin was downright smug as she spooned jam onto Eri’s toast like she’d won a lifelong custody battle.

“Don’t worry,” she said sweetly, “you’re still allowed to eat breakfast.”

The rest of his days weren’t much calmer.

Homework was still homework. Agency work was still stressful. New missions came in, sometimes back-to-back, and he swore his hero costume was starting to permanently smell like sweat and burnt air.

But even with everything, the pressure, the long hours he couldn’t ignore the strange feeling creeping into his chest.

Lightness.

It wasn’t huge. Barely a whisper of a thing. But it was there, nestled under the surface. A breath that didn’t feel quite so heavy.

His friends noticed.

Kaminari caught him humming while scrolling through reports. Jiro spotted a smile tugging at his lips during class and tried badly to hide her grin. Even Aizawa gave him a once-over before mumbling something about “not looking like death warmed over.”

The most recent incident?

Midnight.

He had just finished filing a mission report when she strolled past, heels clicking, and caught sight of his distracted smile. She leaned in, head tilted.

“Well, well. That’s a dreamy little look. Got someone special on your mind?” she purred, eyebrow raised.

He blinked, startled. “What? N-No, I was just–”

“Oh?” Her smirk widened. “Thinking about me, then? I wouldn’t mind~”

He turned red enough to match her lipstick and nearly choked on his words.

…Safe to say he made a quick exit.

Then came the movie night with Pony. A long-awaited finale to a ten-part saga that had apparently defined her childhood. Somehow Kinoko got dragged into it, despite having zero context, and panic-read ten comics in two days.

Unfortunately, Kinoko’s brain nearly combusted from lore overload.

So Izuku stepped in summarizing plotlines, character arcs, parallel timelines, and emotional beats with the kind of clarity only a certified nerd could offer.

Kinoko, bless her heart, sat between them during the movie clutching popcorn and muttering things like “Ohhh that’s why the sword talks” and “Wait they’re siblings?!”

They laughed a lot that night.

…And now came the other part of his life. The part that had somehow become part of his weekly routine.

Giving Mei Hatsume a bath.

Not watching.

Not helping.

Giving.

Because apparently, hygiene and Mei didn’t always mix well, and the last time she bathed without supervision she nearly burned down the communal bathrooms with a portable steam cannon prototype. It was a miracle she decided to have a bath at all

So now? Bath time supervision. 

“Here we go again,” Izuku muttered, already hearing the clang of something metallic hitting tile.

He hadn’t even opened the bathroom door yet.

He took a breath, straightened his back, and knocked twice.

“Mei? Please tell me that’s not a jetpack in the tub again.”

“It’s for aquatic mobility,” she said without shame.

“…It’s boiling the water.”

“Okay, prototype’s a little overzealous.”

Izuku sighed the sigh of someone who had lived this too many times. The jetpack was pried from slippery fingers, set aside on a towel to hiss and sputter in protest. Mei sulked, cross-legged in the warm bath, bubbles clinging to her arms, hair a mess of pink and suds. 

He knelt beside the tub, sleeves rolled, already damp to the elbows. The smell of shampoo and faint smoke clung to the room like a memory. His hands sank gently into her hair, slow and careful.

“You should be doing this yourself, you know,” he muttered, fingers working through her tangled strands. “We’re in our second year now. You can’t expect me to keep–”

“Do you mind it?”

The question came soft, unguarded. Not teasing. Just… honest.

His hands paused for the briefest second before moving again. “I don’t. But that’s not the point.”

“Hm.” She leaned into his touch a little more, tilting her head slightly. “I don’t mind it when you touch me.”

Izuku swallowed. “Mei–”

She cracked one eye open, lips quirking. “What? It’s not like you’re doing anything weird. You’ve got callouses from hell, but you’re always gentle. You don’t grope or linger or act weird about it. You’re just… you. Kind, careful. Almost clinical, but warm”

He didn’t say anything. Just focused on lathering the soap into her hair, like if he concentrated hard enough, the warmth building behind his ears would go away.

“When it’s you,” she added, quieter now, “I don’t mind it.”

Her words hung in the air, soft and sincere, too sincere. He felt them more than he heard them.

“I know you want me to be more independent,” she continued, eyes closed again, her voice somewhere between her usual mischief and something much more delicate. “And I will be. Eventually. But… sometimes, it’s nice. Being taken care of. Like this.”

She exhaled. “With you, I just feel safe.”

He stared at her, still for a moment. She had her head tilted back again, suds dotting her bangs, face relaxed, completely unbothered by the situation. Completely comfortable with him.

He couldn’t pretend he didn’t notice how the water clung to her collarbones. How steam curled along her skin. How close they were.

But it wasn’t lust that filled his chest…it was warmth. The kind that made your heart ache a little.

“I like being with you like this,” she said, and when she looked at him this time, it wasn’t with goggles or grease-smudged goggles or chaotic grins.

It was just Mei.

Izuku blinked. His heart thudded just once, heavy.

He gently pushed her head forward again. “Hold still,” he said, quieter than before. “Gotta rinse.”

She obeyed, and he cupped water in his hands, rinsing her hair in slow passes. She let him, content, eyes closed, humming under her breath.

“I like being with you too,” he said, after a moment.

She smiled without opening her eyes.

A beat passed.

“…Think Powerloader’s gonna ban you from the lab again if he hears you’ve been skipping baths?”

She groaned, loud and dramatic. “Don’t jinx it!”

Izuku chuckled, carefully shielding her eyes as he poured water over her scalp. “You set your socks on fire last time.”

“Experimental gel! I was testing flame-resistant fabric!” she protested.

Izuku laughed, and the last of the tension melted into the steam. He poured another handful of water over her hair, grinning despite himself.

Yeah.

He didn’t mind this at all.

 

Days passed.

Despite the storm of homework, late-night reports, that quiet throbbing feeling in his heart,and the slow betrayal of his daughter, Izuku still found comfort in one thing.

Hero work.

The noise, the pace, the adrenaline, it cleared his mind like nothing else. And right now, that mind was hyper-focused on the armored vehicle tearing through the main road like it owned the city. Civilians had been evacuated, but property damage was mounting by the second.

He sprinted after it, Blackwhip snapping behind him like extra limbs, tractioning against the asphalt to slingshot himself forward.

His comm crackled to life. “Oi, you getting slow or what, Deku?”

Ah.

There it was.

The cheerful, cocky voice of a battle-hungry menace.

“Just pacing myself,” Izuku replied, even as something white streaked past him like a meteor.

The armored vehicle didn’t stand a chance.

A loud crash followed as the roof of the van dented with a metallic groan, the entire frame groaning under the sudden weight.

Mirko, Rumi Usagiyama, stood atop the vehicle like she owned the crime scene.

Legs braced, hair wild, one fist raised like she was about to beat the car into repentance.

She turned just enough to glance over her shoulder, smile sharp as ever. “C’mon, don’t make me do all the work. You’re supposed to be the future Symbol of Peace, right?”

He landed on a rooftop nearby, panting. “You didn’t even wait for a plan.”

“I did,” she replied. “The plan was: I smash, you clean up.”

That… actually tracked with how most of their team-ups went.

Then, just loud enough for only his channel to pick up, she added:

“Also. If you’re gonna be the father of my kids someday, you really gotta start running faster.”

Izuku missed his next step.

He caught himself mid-stumble, clearing the next building with a huff. “You can’t just say stuff like that!”

“Sure I can,” she said, still upside down and grinning from atop the crumpling van. “I’m a grown woman. I say what I mean.”

He opened his mouth, then closed it. That... wasn’t really a bad response, was it?

Not that it meant anything. She was just being her usual, brutally honest self. That’s all.

Focus, Midoriya.

The driver was trying to swerve again. With practiced precision, he switched off Float and sent Blackwhip snapping out like a net, grabbing the rear bumper and flipping himself onto the hood. With one pull, he hoisted the vehicle up just enough to force the tires off the road. Another whip yanked open the driver’s side door.

Seconds later, the van hovered, driver dangling upside down and sputtering in confusion as Mirko kicked open the top and dropped in to handle the rest.

By the time the vehicle was safely lowered and the criminals secured, backup units were arriving with sirens and flashing lights. Izuku exhaled, rolling his shoulders as the adrenaline ebbed.

Mirko hopped down beside him, brushing dust from her arms.

“Damn, baby. You’re getting real good at this.”

He was too out of breath to be flustered. Almost.

“Thanks,” he managed.

Mirko grinned upside-down as the van lowered gently to the street. “So… whatcha doing after this?”

“Home,” he answered instantly, already picturing the warm safety of his bed. “Alone. Asleep. Unconscious.”

She pouted. “Boring. Thought we could make a kid or two.”

“Mirko!”

“What? Just sayin’!”

Izuku groaned and rubbed at his face with a gloved hand. The support team rolled in, sirens flashing, and Mirko was already stretching her legs like she was warming up for round two.

He needed a nap.

Maybe three.

Minutes later, Izuku found himself in the staff debrief room, nursing a bottle of water like it held the meaning of life. His hero costume was slightly scorched at the edges, his hair windswept, and his soul about two steps from leaving his body.

A hand clapped his back…hard.

He choked on his drink.

“Midoriya, my man! The whole comms crew spit their drinks when Mirko called you ‘baby’ on the open line,” one of the senior sidekicks wheezed, grinning ear to ear. “You really gonna let her flirt on global frequencies like that?”

Izuku groaned into his hands. “I didn’t even know the line was open…”

That only made them laugh harder.

Another sidekick leaned against the wall, waving their tablet around. “We’ve actually started a bingo sheet. So far we’ve got: ‘baby,’ ‘dad,’ ‘honey,’ ‘mate,’ and last week she called you—what was it again—‘future pillow warmer’?”

“I was fighting a lava villain!”

“Still counts,” someone chimed in.

There was a round of chuckles before someone else snorted. “Honestly, Deku’s love life’s like a rom-com written by caffeine addicts. First Mirko, then wasn’t Mt. Lady into you too?”

“Don’t forget Ryukyu thought he was cute during training!” another added.

“Place your bets, people Midnight’s next.”

Izuku was face-down on the table now. “They’re just being their usual selves,” he mumbled into his arms. “I’m honored, really, but they’re way out of my league.”

A pause.

Then someone stage-whispered, “...So you’re saying there’s a league?”

Another explosion of laughter.

Thankfully the crowd began to disperse as the reports wrapped up, leaving Izuku rubbing the back of his neck and muttering something about editing his reputation page online.

He didn’t get far before a familiar shadow leaned in from the doorway.

“Smooth landing out there, Midoriya.”

He turned. Hawks gave him a lopsided grin and a casual two-fingered salute.

“H-Hawks, sir!” Izuku straightened instinctively.

“Relax, not grading you,” Hawks chuckled, walking beside him. “Just a friendly debrief. Solid takedown on the armored van. Fast reaction time, good use of Blackwhip. Proud of you, kid.”

“Thank you, sir!” he said, trying not to beam too obviously.

Hawks handed him a short evaluation report. “Couple of notes in there. You still overextend your whip sometimes when cornering. Nothing major. Room for polish.”

Izuku nodded seriously, already pulling out his beloved hero notebook from… somewhere. No one could ever quite figure out where he kept it during missions. The man didn’t even carry a bag.

Hawks gave it a glance and let out a low whistle. “You still carry that thing?”

Izuku blinked. “Of course. You never know when notes come in handy.”

“Old school. I respect that.” Hawks tapped the notebook once with a gloved finger before leaning a bit closer. “By the way, how’s Nagant treating you?”

Izuku’s smile faltered. His eyes went a little glassy.

“…Just fine,” he said, voice suddenly decades older.

“Uh huh.” Hawks looked way too amused. “She’s not taking it easy on you, is she?”

“She made me dodge a bullet. While doing math.” Izuku deadpanned.

“Oof.”

“In Spanish.”

“…Double oof.” Hawks chuckled, hands sliding into his jacket pockets. “Mirko’s still being aggressive, huh? You ever gonna let that bunny into your life, or are you just gonna keep dodging her like her legs don’t break steel?”

Izuku laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “She’s just like that. Always making me flustered to keep me on my toes. It doesn’t really mean anything.”

Hawks tilted his head slightly, letting the quiet hang for a second too long. Just enough to be noticeable.

“You sure about that?”

Izuku blinked. “Huh?”

Hawks didn’t move. He just kept that lazy smile on, voice light but lined with something a little too honest. “You sure it’s nothing? That all she says is just hot air to get a rise outta you?”

Izuku opened his mouth, paused. “I mean…she’s just teasing. Right?”

Hawks hummed, then gave him a solid pat on the shoulder. “Not saying she means one thing or another. Not saying you should do anything either.” He turned to leave, feathers twitching slightly with the breeze. “But maybe don’t keep using the same old excuse every time someone gets too close. Sometimes, it’s not about thinking harder. It’s about looking. Listening.”

And then he was gone.

Izuku stood there, unsure if the weight on his chest was from the debrief or that conversation.

He replayed the words. Let them bounce around inside his head. Don’t keep using the same old excuse.

Mirko… was just like that. She was always bold, always loud. She’d thrown herself into danger with a grin and pulled him out of it without blinking. She called him baby, teased him about kids, looped her arm around his shoulder like she was born there.

She was just like that.

Right?

But still…

His mind wandered, uninvited, to a day months ago. One of their quieter patrols. They were scouting a warehouse suspected to be a smuggling front. He had been surveying the upper windows, mumbling to himself about blind spots and escape routes.

When he turned around, she was watching him.

He’d asked if something was wrong.

She’d just smiled, eyes soft, ears twitching in the wind.

“Nah,” she said. “Just lookin’ at something I like.”

It hadn’t registered then. Just a passing thing. He’d laughed it off, gone back to his analysis.

But now…

He exhaled, feeling his heart thud quietly in his chest.

It wasn’t uncomfortable.

It wasn’t painful.

If anything… he didn’t really mind it.

Still, he shook his head, brushing the thoughts away like cobwebs on his shoulder.

Focus, Midoriya. Too much on your plate already. No time to be thinking weird things about—

He stopped.

Just lookin’ at something I like.

He groaned softly and walked off, ignoring the way his ears were heating up.

 

A few more hours passed and the sky was starting to shift, golden hues bleeding into a soft orange as the sun dipped lower over the city skyline. Most of the sidekicks and interns had already clocked out, tired but content after another busy day. Izuku lingered a little longer, finishing the last of his notes before finally stretching his arms overhead with a yawn.

Shoulders loose, thoughts already turning to what leftovers might be in the dorm fridge, he slung his bag over his shoulder and turned to leave

“Oi, Midoriya!” one of the interns called out. “We’re heading to this new club down the street! No school tomorrow, legal age, no excuses, c’mon, have a drink with us!”

Then the intern got smacked in the back of the head by a senior sidekick. “He’s got a kid waiting for him at home, idiot.”

Izuku opened his mouth to clarify, but the intern’s eyes had already gone wide. “YOU HAVE A KID?!”

Another bonk. Harder.

“She’s adopted, dumbass,” the sidekick deadpanned. “Were you even here when he announced it? Did the whole speech and everything.”

The intern rubbed his now throbbing skull. “I might’ve been sick that day…”

Still stunned, the intern squinted suspiciously. “Wait, so like… you and your girlfriend are raising her together, or…”

“I don’t have a girlfriend,” Izuku said calmly, adjusting the strap of his bag. “I’m raising Eri on my own.”

The intern blinked. “Seriously? Like… by yourself?”

“Well,” Izuku smiled faintly, “not entirely. I have friends who help, and my mentors. And my mom, of course. I’ve got support.”

“Huh…” The intern leaned back against the wall, arms crossed as he absorbed that. “I mean, yeah. That’s good. Friends are good. Support systems and all that.”

He scratched the back of his neck, hesitating for a beat. “Still though… don’t you think it’d be nice for her to have like… a female role model around more? Y’know, someone constant?”

Someone constant?

Izuku paused.

He didn’t mean to, but his mind had already conjured up an answer.

“There’s… someone in the dorms,” he said quietly, his voice softer now. “She’s a new student. Kind of glued herself to Eri ever since she moved in. Wakes up every other morning to help make breakfast. Sometimes does the laundry with her. I think she’s even been tucking her in at night lately.”

He rubbed the back of his neck again, this time not from nervousness but more from realization. “Honestly, Eri’s been going to her more than me these days.”

He didn’t notice it, but there it was on his face.

A small, relaxed smile.

A little curve of peace.

Nothing grand, just soft.

The others noticed it though. That unconscious little shift in him. No one said anything. Well, almost no one.

The intern, back with yet another bandage on his head, groaned. “You’ve got a wife-in-training already?! Dude!”

That was all he got out before the senior sidekick groaned and grabbed him by the collar, muttering, “Okay, that’s enough outta you, Casanova,” and began dragging him away. “Get home safe, Midoriya!”

“Night,” Izuku called back, still smiling faintly.

He stayed there for a moment longer. Hands in his pockets. Letting the quiet settle.

His mind returned to the girl he had just described. The one who’d been slowly wrapping herself around the edges of his days. Toga.

It wasn’t a lie. Everything he’d said had been true.

Toga had, somehow, become this warm, weird, completely unshakeable presence in his life. There with a teasing smirk and a plate of cut-up fruit. With scoldings that felt more like concern. With eyes that watched him in a way he didn’t quite understand yet. Always doting on Eri, on him in her own peculiar but strangely comforting way.

The evening wind stirred his hair gently as he turned on his heel and finally started walking home.

It didn’t take him long to get back to the dorms.

Didn’t take long for chaos to greet him, either.

As soon as he opened the door, he was hit with a barrage of sensations, laughter, shouting, the unmistakable smell of something sweet… and also something burning.

“…Papa!”

He looked down just in time to see a flour-covered Eri running straight into his legs. She was an adorable mess white powder from head to toe, little handprints on her shirt and a streak across her nose, her red eyes bright with mischief.

“Um,” he managed, utterly stunned.

Before he could ask, Mina zipped in from nowhere, scooping Eri up with practiced ease. “She needs a bath,” she said with a grin that didn’t even try to hide her amusement.

Eri giggled in her arms, and just like that, the two were off down the hall leaving a faint trail of flour behind them.

Izuku stood there, still holding his coat, still unsure what universe he just stepped into.

“Ah,” came Shoji’s calm voice from the side.

He turned, blinking at the tall, multi-armed classmate holding… a cake. A very plain, undecorated cake. No frosting. No decorations. Just one humble, slightly uneven sponge.

“Long story short,” Shoji began, his tone impressively even considering the warzone around them, “Sato wanted to teach Eri how to bake. That led to the girls wanting to learn, which led to Bakugo shouting that he could bake better. So…”

He gestured vaguely toward the surrounding mess, the counters were dusted with flour, frosting bowls were stacked haphazardly, and someone had written Kacchan’s Krackin’ Krunch Cake in big messy letters on a sticky note above the oven.

“…the entire class ended up baking all afternoon.”

There was a sudden whoosh of air.

And then, like a scripted comedy skit, Toru ran by holding a cake engulfed in flames. “DON’T PANIC!” she screamed.

Iida was right behind her, fire extinguisher in hand. “STAY CALM! I AM HERE TO NEUTRALIZE THE THREAT!”

Aoyama followed shortly after, gliding dramatically in socks and humming something vaguely French.

Izuku blinked slowly.

Shoji, still unfazed, looked at him and lifted the bare sponge cake slightly.

“…So. Want to bake your own?”

Izuku stared at the flaming cake trail, listened to the sounds of Eri giggling from the bathroom, and felt the weight of the day slowly start to melt off his shoulders.

He exhaled a laugh

“Yeah,” he said, rolling up his sleeves. “Why not? Let’s see if I can make a cake that doesn’t try to kill someone.”

 

A few minutes later, Izuku found himself in the middle of what could only be described as a baking battlefield.

Somehow, everyone managed to fit in the kitchen.

He would question how that was physically possible for the rest of his life.

The counters were stacked with bowls, mixers were spinning on every surface, and someone had built a questionable cake-sculpture that looked vaguely like All Might flexing.

Amid the clamor, Izuku crouched beside Eri as they flipped through the worn, sugar-dusted pages of Sato’s baking book. She pointed at every other recipe with excited little gasps until her finger landed on a page: Apple Cinnamon Cake.

Her eyes sparkled.

Izuku smiled softly, ruffling her flour-caked hair. “Apple cinnamon, huh? Good choice.”

He stood and started navigating through the kitchen chaos, trying to find the ingredients. A bag of flour nearly toppled onto him from the counter, only for Shoji to catch it midair with one of his extra arms. Somewhere in the distance, Bakugo was yelling that “SALT ISN’T A DAMN SUBSTITUTE FOR SUGAR!” and that was…concerning. But not his problem right now.

“Need a partner?” a voice chirped behind him.

He turned and saw Toga.

Wearing an apron far too cute for her usual aesthetic, cheeks faintly smudged with batter and a hopeful smile on her lips.

“I was gonna help Eri but…”

“TOGA!” came the sudden choir of Mina, Momo, and Tsuyu, all descending upon her like a coordinated squad.

Mina looped an arm around her neck. “We need your help specifically!”

Tsuyu grabbed her apron hem. “You have the best icing hands.”

Toga barely got out a confused “Wait..” before she was dragged off like a celebrity chef mid-tour, reaching back toward Izuku like she was being taken by a whirlpool.

“…Huh.”

Izuku didn’t even have time to process before another voice slipped in beside him.

“Need a partner?”

Ochaco, smiling, holding two spoons and already wearing her gloves and a pink apron that said 'Whisk Taker' .

He blinked.

Then shrugged. “Sure.”

She high-fived Eri like it was a secret handshake and grabbed a mixing bowl with practiced ease.

And just like that, their station was set.

As everyone else spiraled deeper into cake-induced chaos, Mineta screamed in the corner as a cursed dough-monster with glowing red eyes yelled YOU SHALL SUFFER AS I HAVE SUFFERED! while trying to pull him into its crumbly maw, Izuku and Ochaco worked in tandem.

Eggs cracked. Sugar sifted. Flour gently folded.

It was peaceful, in its own sugary, sugar-rush kind of way.

“So…” Ochaco began as she peeled apples with a little grin. “You think all this cake’s gonna make everyone too heavy for training?”

Izuku glanced up, blinking. “Huh? No, I mean, well. I was just thinking about sugar intake. And muscle retention. You know metabolism, recovery rates…”

“So…” she tilted her head with mock offense. “You’re saying I’m gonna get fat?”

His hands froze mid-mix. “Wha…no! No, no no, I wasn’t!”

She laughed before he could spiral further, nudging him with her hip. “Relax, Deku. I’m teasing.”

He exhaled, red in the face, though a small smile tugged at his lips.

“You always get so flustered,” she hummed, handing him a sliced apple. “It’s cute.”

He just chuckled under his breath and took the apple slice. “Thanks…”

For the next few minutes, things ran surprisingly smoothly.

After he and Ochaco popped their apple cinnamon cake into the oven, with Eri pressing the timer button like it was a launch sequence, Izuku was quickly swept into helping another group. This time it was Momo and Jirou, who, to their credit, were aiming high, an elegant, multi-layered chocolate and raspberry torte that could probably win a pro-level baking competition. The only problem?

They may have overestimated just how precise baking had to be.

“Wait,” Jirou muttered, squinting at the measuring cup, “was this supposed to be grams or milliliters?”

“It’s flour,” Momo said, blinking. “Grams?”

“I thought it said cups…”

“Jirou-san,” Izuku started gently, stepping in as Eri climbed onto the stool beside him, “maybe we should just start fresh.”

So they did.

Together, the four of them redid the base, Eri humming as she carefully sifted flour while Momo reviewed the steps again with surgical focus. Jirou rolled her eyes but was smiling the whole time. Conversation flowed easily, music tastes, recent homework, quirks, and Eri's studies with the UA staff. She proudly recited the kana she memorized, and Jirou gave her an impressed thumbs up.

For a little while, it felt… peaceful.

Of course, that peace was shattered when he was promptly kidnapped.

“DEKUUUUU~!”

“WE NEED HELP, PLEASE SAVE US!”

Mina, Tooru, and Aoyama came running like a colorful disaster, grabbing him by the arms and dragging him across the room. He barely had time to wave to Momo and Jirou before being tossed into yet another flour-scented war zone.

“We keep burning it!” Mina groaned, pointing to a small but steadily growing mountain of charred chocolate bricks stacked sadly on the counter like failed dreams.

“It’s cursed!” Tooru said with mild horror. “The oven hates us!”

“I tried feeding it lavender essence to calm its spirit,” Aoyama said solemnly. “It only burned brighter.”

Izuku stared. And then his eyes trailed to the oven.

Where Mineta’s cake was glowing ominously.

And the oven itself was… growling?

YOU SHALL BURN WITH ME! ” a deep, unnatural voice boomed from within.

Kaminari, bless his soul, was on his knees in front of the appliance, arms stretched out as he kept Mineta from being sucked into what looked like a literal hell portal.

“I SWEAR TO GOD IF THIS IS YOUR FAULT, MINETA!”

Izuku pinched the bridge of his nose. “Okay. Deep breaths. We’re making a cake, not summoning a demon.”

Long story short, the next cake came out not burned. Progress.

Eventually, the chaotic baking marathon died down. Dinner was served, the kitchen was cleaned ,mostly, and everyone sprawled in the common area with laughter still buzzing in the air.

And cakes.

So. Many. Cakes.

They had chocolate, vanilla, burnt offerings, fruit-topped ones, two gelatin monstrosities, and something that Kirishima proudly declared “a protein sponge!” which no one dared touch.

Izuku took one look at the long table and deadpanned, “There’s no way we’re eating all of this.”

Mina patted her stomach, groaning. “I’m gonna explode.”

Jirou was already lying down, muttering something about “death by cake overdose.”

Aizawa wasn’t around to scold them, but the fridge was already groaning from the number of leftovers they tried to stuff inside.

“…Maybe we should call the 2B class?” Izuku said. “And, like, anyone else. Anyone. Teachers. Neighbors. Stray cats.”

Momo, ever practical, was already pulling out her phone. “I’ll message Kendo.”

“Make sure to tell them we have good cakes,” Jirou called from the couch. “Not just the cursed ones.”

“You guys still hear the oven whispering?” Tooru asked innocently.

Izuku sighed. “Let’s just open the windows.”

It didn’t take long for the sister class to arrive and descend upon the cakes like a pack of hungry wolves.

Class 2B filled the room with just as much noise as 2A, voices bouncing off the walls in overlapping chatter. A few extras from other departments wandered in too, Togeike showed up with some of her coursemates, all politely thanking Momo before immediately zeroing in on the chocolate sponge. Even Mei made an appearance, though she barely stayed more than a few minutes. She accepted a plate of cake with zero hesitation before vanishing back into the night. Whether she was heading for the support labs or about to break into them, Izuku didn’t even want to guess.

Nejire, apparently hearing about the cake chaos through Ochaco, called him mid-party just to whine loudly into the phone about missing it. Ochaco and Tsuyu, overhearing, promised to bake her something another time. Nejire’s voice instantly brightened into a sing-song “I’ll hold you to that~!” before hanging up.

Midnight strolled in at one point, completely unfazed by the sea of students, scooped up three plates for the staff, and winked at Izuku before disappearing again.

He even called Kaoruko, holding up his phone so she could see Eri in the middle of gleefully stuffing her face with cinnamon cake. The gentle cooing from the other end of the line didn’t stop until Eri looked up and gave a crumb-covered wave.

The dorm was in full swing music in the background, laughter spilling from every corner, and even a few bottles of soda and juice getting passed around like a house party. It was the kind of rare, unplanned gathering that just… worked. For a few hours, no one thought about classes, training schedules, or hero rankings.

Eventually, the cake supply dwindled to nothing. Leftovers were stored or handed off, the kitchen cleaned, and the noise faded to the sound of running showers and yawns. By the time midnight rolled around, most of the building had fallen quiet.

Izuku stretched his sore arms as he stepped out of the elevator, the weight of the day settling in. He was ready to collapse into bed after a quick drink of water.

He padded into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes.

“Can’t sleep?”

He blinked.

Ochaco stood by the counter in her pajamas, a glass of water in hand, her hair loose around her shoulders.

He shook his head lightly, offering a faint smile. “Just needed a drink,” he said, voice low from fatigue.

 

A few minutes later, Izuku and Ochaco sat outside on the dorm steps. The moon hung lazily above them, partially veiled behind a thin sheet of clouds. Cool air nipped at their skin, the kind of chill that felt good after a long, chaotic day. The trees rustled with each soft gust, filling the silences with something that didn’t need to be spoken over.

It was calm.

“...So,” Ochaco started, pulling her knees up to her chest, “how was work?”

Izuku let out a light chuckle, shoulders dropping with a quiet exhale. “Fine, mostly. Got hunted down by Miruko again.”

Ochaco huffed a laugh. “You make that sound like a regular weather report.”

“It practically is at this point,” he said, tipping his head back to look at the sky. “Sunny with a hundred percent chance of aggressive bunny. Same forecast for tomorrow.”

She grinned. “I take it she’s gotten bolder?”

He groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “This time, she said I was the future father of her kids. On the comms.”

“No way.”

“In the middle of the mission.”

Ochaco wheezed, biting down a laugh. “Please tell me someone recorded that.”

“Someone better not have,” Izuku muttered. “The entire office choked. I’m pretty sure Hitoshi needed CPR.”

She laughed fully now, leaning back on her palms. “Well, well, look at you. Mr. In-Demand.”

He gave her a flat look. “Miruko’s just like that. She’s intense with everyone.”

“Mmhm,” she hummed playfully, before turning to glance at him. “But what if she’s not just playing?”

That made him groan softly, head thumping back against the railing. “Not you too. Hawks said the same thing earlier.”

Ochaco blinked. “He did?”

“Yep. Same line of questioning. ‘Are you sure it’s just a joke?’” he mimicked in a slightly deeper tone, then slumped forward with a sigh. “I mean... I don’t know. Maybe? She’s always been like that. Bold. Loud. Unapologetic.”

He shrugged. “I figure that’s just how she is.”

Ochaco studied him for a second longer, lips parting like she wanted to say something else but the weight behind his answer nudged her to let it go.

“Fair enough,” she said lightly. “To be fair, though... you are kinda popular. Shouldn’t be too surprising that a few people are paying attention.”

Izuku was quiet. Not tense, just... still. His eyes traced something far away on the horizon. Then, after a beat, he shook his head.

“It’s nothing,” he said softly. “Just a tease at most.”

And that was that.

He didn’t elaborate. He didn’t invite the topic to linger. He just looked over to her and asked, “How was your day?”

Ochaco caught the pivot for what it was. But she didn’t press. Instead, she leaned back on her hands and gave him a smile.

“Well, before you got home, the dorms were already in chaos. The cake-off was basically a civil war. At one point, Bakugo threw a spoon at Kaminari just for existing in his kitchen bubble.”

Izuku winced. “Oh no…”

“Oh yes. A spoon. Full force. Nearly took out Sero.”

Izuku shook his head with a quiet laugh. “I’m just glad no one got hurt. Kacchan might not look like it, but… he’s actually really good in the kitchen.”

Ochaco hummed in agreement, resting her chin on her knees. The wind stirred again, carrying a faint smell of sugar from the open dorm windows.

Silence lingered for a moment.

“…It was a fun day,” Izuku said finally.

“Yeah,” she agreed. “A lot happened… and days like this are rare. A day where you can just… be free for once.” She smiled to herself. “Though probably not what you expected coming home from work.”

Izuku chuckled. “True. But… I didn’t mind it. I got to come home to my daughter—and to people I’m close with.” His gaze softened. “Who wouldn’t be happy with that?”

Ochaco glanced at him then, her smile lingering but her eyes saying something quieter.

“Yeah,” she said. “I wouldn’t mind coming home to that, too. To… someone I’m close with.”

There was something in her voice that made him pause. Subtle, but there.

She held his gaze for a beat longer before adding, “I wouldn’t mind coming home to that kind of chaos… with someone like you. Every day.”

His breath caught for half a second.

“Someone like me?” he tried to laugh it off, tilting his head. “You mean, someone who’s a nervous wreck and mutters all the time?”

“Yeah.” Her answer was immediate, steady. “I wouldn’t mind being with you like that every day.”

It was such a simple thing to say. And yet it hit him like a sudden drop in air pressure, like the world had tilted half a degree.

His chest tightened without warning, breath stuttering.

-you really think-

The voice wasn’t loud. It wasn’t even clear. Just the familiar echo of a shape he’d learned to brace for. His pulse climbed, his fingers curled against his knees, his shoulders drawing tight.

For a moment, he waited for the rest of it, the breathless rush, the clench in his ribs, the way the air always seemed to thin until it hurt.

But it didn’t come.

The cold night pressed gentle against his skin. Moonlight pooled pale and quiet across the steps. Ochaco was still there. Not moving away, not pushing, not demanding an answer. Just there.

Slowly, the tension in his shoulders loosened. His breath settled into something deeper. The grip in his chest began to ease, leaving him with nothing but the steady, unexpected warmth her words had left behind.

He blinked once, twice, and found himself smiling small, hesitant, but real.

“…Yeah,” he breathed, softer than he meant to. “I… wouldn’t mind something like that too.”

Notes:

And that's a wrap. I hope you enjoyed that one. Yes in this story Izuku is slowly but surely having cracks on his walls. I wanted the girls to slowly ease on his life and make the cracks more genuine I guess...not an expert in romance and trauma so I'm kinda just writing his as I go and question "Does that make sense?"

Anyway, I hope you liked it and I'll see you in the next one.

Chapter 62: The Bitch and the Nerd Part 4

Summary:

Nejire Hado doesn’t do flowers and butterflies—she does blunt truths, wrist-grabs, and threats sharp enough to shave steel. But when the question of love sneaks up on her, she treats it like a puzzle to dissect, not a feeling to swoon over. Cue: bad advice, scarier realizations, and one poor nerd who can’t decide if he’s flustered or terrified.

Notes:

So here I'm again with another chapter and this time it's The Bitch and the Nerd wooo!! So this one I struggled in some way because I honestly didn't know how to properly pace Nejire's...arc. Like I didn't want it to be too fast but also didn't want it to be too slow that it would make it seem like I was just dragging it. I wanted to keep Nejire's character and how I and you guys knew her as you guys do love the unique take of this Nejire x Izuku story.

But I do apologize in advance if I did manage to screw up the story. I tried my best lol

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Izuku sat at the very edge of the sofa cushion, spine straight, knees together, hands folded like he was waiting for judgment day.

Nejire hadn’t moved.

She just stared at him over the rim of her cup, eyes half-lidded, expression unreadable. The kind of look that made his skin crawl. The kind that said: I’m not mad yet, but I’m deciding how mad I want to be.

He tried not to breathe too loudly.

‘Thank you, All Might,’ he thought, solemn and desperate. ‘For believing in me. For training me. For giving me One For All and not warning me about this exact moment.’

‘Thank you, Mom,’ he added, mentally clutching her warm hugs and tearful encouragement. ‘For always supporting me, even when I came home looking like I fought a vending machine and lost.’

And then, with a quiet gulp, ‘Thank you, Nejire. For dragging me out of my cave. For feeding me. For threatening my bullies. And for, despite being seconds away from murdering me and burying my body in the woods, being the best thing that ever happened to me.’

The silence stretched.

Nejire set her cup down.

Izuku flinched.

She leaned forward slightly, elbows on her knees, voice soft. Sweet. Deadly.

“Izuku Midoriya,” she said.

He stopped breathing.

“I’m going to say this,” she continued, “with the utmost care and kindness I can muster…”

Her eyes narrowed.

“…What the fuck do you mean you have a quirk now?”

To explain how Izuku Midoriya ended up in what was definitely his final living moments, we have to go back a few moments ago.

After their long-awaited reunion and celebratory katsudon dinner, things had settled into a pace that almost felt… normal or at least, their version of normal. Nejire had wasted no time in reasserting control over his free schedule, dragging him from one place to another like she was making up for every one of the ten months they’d been apart.

Cafes. Arcades. Random malls where she shoved new shirts into his arms with the flat declaration:

Your wardrobe looks like you lost a bet with a hobo. Change.

Izuku didn’t complain. It was nice. Smooth. Fun, even. Every day felt like an extension of the last, a blur of food, chatter, and her dragging him by the wrist down some street he’d never been to before. It was like they’d never stopped.

And then came the day.

The day where his life expectancy plummeted.

They’d just left a cafe with snacks in hand, the sun dipping low, their chatter comfortable as always. They were heading back to his place, nothing special, just another evening. That’s when Nejire casual, curious, like she was asking what time it was turned her head and asked

“So… how’d you pass the entrance exam without a quirk?”

Izuku froze.

For a boy who could analyze battle strategies, quirk applications, and tactical weaknesses in seconds, he had somehow forgotten one very crucial detail

He never actually told Nejire about his quirk.

It hit him harder than a freight train on steroids. Both the horrifying realization that he had, in fact, left her in the dark, and the even more horrifying reality that she was going to kill him for it.

So his brilliant plan? Let his mouth take the wheel. With one clear directive repeating in his skull like a panicked mantra: ‘Don’t reveal One For All. Use the cover story All Might drilled into you.’

And what did his mouth say?

“I, uh… I have a quirk now.”

Thanks, brain.

Nejire stopped dead in her tracks. Looked at him. Processed.

Then she grabbed his wrist. And without another word, she speed-walked him back to his apartment like a criminal being escorted to trial.

They passed his mom on her way out for her night shift. Inko waved cheerfully. Nejire waved back with the polite warmth of a perfect friend who was about to kill said friend.

And then they entered his apartment.

And that’s how Izuku found himself now, perched on the edge of his sofa, trying to make himself small enough that her fury might miss him, while Nejire stared at him with the calm intensity of someone sharpening a guillotine.

So he did what any dead man walking would do…he started talking. Fast.

“R-Right, so, um…it-it happened during the exam,” he stammered, hands fidgeting in his lap. “I was desperate like, really desperate because I couldn’t get any points and I saw this girl trapped, and I, uh, I moved before I thought and then my quirk just…awakened!”

He gave a weak laugh that sounded more like a cough. “Haha… surprise, right?”

Nejire didn’t blink.

“So, um, yeah, I blacked out right after that. When I woke up, I was in the nurse’s office. Recovery Girl said my legs were basically vaporized and my arm was wrecked too. Apparently, my quirk just… destroys my body if I push it too far. Like…like, one hundred percent output is too much, you know?”

Still nothing.

Izuku swallowed hard. His throat was dry.

“B-But it’s okay, because after that I talked to my trainer! And, um, we just summarized that my quirk damages my body when I go all out, so I have to train to control it. Simple, right? Totally, totally normal thing to happen! Haha… ha…”

The silence was suffocating.

He bowed his head slightly, voice dropping. “A-And I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier. I just… forgot.”

The apology hung there. 

Nejire listened to every word. Every nervous laugh. Every shaky detail. She processed all of it with the same sharp focus she used to size up villains on patrol.

And the conclusion she came to was simple.

Bullshit.

That’s what it was. Absolute, steaming bullshit.

She knew this dumbass way before she decided to adopt his sorry ass into her daily life. She knew when he was being honest, when he was exaggerating, and when he was straight-up lying. And right now? She could smell the lie coming off him like cheap cologne.

The real question was… why?

Why lie to her?

Her eyes narrowed slightly.

And now that she thought about it, this wasn’t the first time. Ten months ago, there was something else about his mysterious “trainer.” That had been vague. Off. Suspicious.

So again, why lie? Didn’t he trust her?

Yeah, no. That wasn’t it.

This idiot depended on her. Leaned on her. Always came back when he was bruised or needed dragging into the sunlight. Trust wasn’t the problem.

…Trust.

This fucker.

Her eyes narrowed a fraction. Of course. He promised someone. This wasn’t about her, it was about some oath he made to that “trainer” of his. The same one conveniently tied to his quirk of all things.

Nejire’s brain immediately jumped to the worst. ‘What, does this trainer work in some underground society? Is he part of a shadow cult dedicated to murdering teenagers? Did Izuku get drafted into the League of Secret Dumbasses and forget to mention it?’

She rubbed her temple, feeling a headache starting to pulse behind her eyes. Great. Perfect. Wonderful.

‘Okay. So this dumbass is lying through his teeth… but he has a quirk now. That much is true.’

She looked back at him.

He was still sitting there on the edge of the sofa, hunched in on himself, staring up at her with those big, guilty eyes. Like a sad puppy waiting for his punishment to be downgraded to a slap on the wrist.

She sighed. Loudly. Leaned back against the armrest, crossed her legs, and delivered the verdict.

“You’re lying.”

Izuku flinched so hard his shoulders nearly touched his ears.

Before he could stammer out some denial, she continued, voice flat but firm. “But I’ll humor your little bedtime story. Only on one condition.”

She tilted her head, eyes glinting like a predator who’d already caught its prey.

“Someday, you’re actually going to tell me the truth. Or so help me, Midoriya, I will paint every single one of your All Might figures neon pink. Permanently.”

His blood ran cold.

“Y-Yes! Absolutely! Of course!” he squeaked, nodding so fast he looked like a bobblehead. “Thank you for your mercy, Nejire-sama!”

He let out a shaky sigh of relief…and then yelped when sharp fingers grabbed his ear and pulled.

“E-Ehhhhh?!” Izuku flailed, half-trying to pry her hand off, half-trying not to make it worse.

Nejire smirked, tugging his ear just enough to make him squirm. “Mercy, huh? Don’t get comfortable, nerd. You’re not off the hook yet.”

She finally released him and stood, brushing her hair back with casual authority. “In fact,” she added, smirking down at him like she’d just set a trap he hadn’t noticed, “I just decided what we’re doing next week once school’s out.”

Izuku froze, dread already crawling up his spine. “…W-What is it?”

Nejire’s grin widened, sharp and merciless.

“Training.”

 

Next Day. UA University.

The lunch bell had rung twenty minutes ago, and the classroom had dissolved into its usual chaos. Groups of friends clustered together in noisy huddles talking about a mall hangout, debating which food stalls had the best curry bread, one kid even ranting about their parents’ obsession with arranged dinners.

And Nejire Hado?

As always, she was alone.

Normally, that suited her fine. She’d crack open her notes, skim through study material, maybe doodle a battle diagram or two just to keep her mind occupied until class started again.

But today… her mind wasn’t cooperating.

Her pen rested uselessly between her fingers. Her notebook lay open, blank.

Because in her head, the same two words kept looping like a broken record:

You’re mine.

The words she’d thrown at him. The ones that slipped past her filter before she could leash them. She could still feel the weight of them in her mouth, the way they hung in the air, stubborn and unshakable.

And the worst part?

They felt… right.

She tried to justify it, of course. She’d told herself it was just about responsibility she was looking out for him, making sure the nerd didn’t shrivel up in his homework cave or get himself flattened by some two-bit thug. Responsible. That’s all it was.

Except… her brain didn’t buy it.

Her brain was holding up a giant neon sign in gibberish and every time she looked at it, it glowed brighter.

She rubbed her temple, annoyed. She was twenty, for fuck’s sake. She wasn’t some middle schooler giggling over who passed her a note in class. So why was she stuck on this?

Fine. Logic. That always worked. She started running through options in her head l

Admiration? No. She admired pros like Ryukyu, not nerds who tripped over their own shoelaces.

Obsession? Please. She wasn’t about to start stalking him through his window.

Possessiveness? Closer… but no. She didn’t want to own him like some pet.

Attachment? Yeah, that felt… better. Warm, even. But still incomplete. Like it was missing a piece she couldn’t name.

Her musings broke when a loud squeal pierced the air.

Nejire glanced up. A group of her female classmates had gathered at the front, all swarming around one girl’s phone.

“He’s so sweet!” the girl squealed, hugging the device to her chest like it was a life raft.

Nejire scoffed. Out loud. Way too loud. Half the room turned.

“Really?” she muttered, rolling her eyes back down to her empty notebook. “It’s a text message, not a love letter.”

She expected the noise to die off. It didn’t.

Because then the girl hugged her phone tighter and said it.

“I love him so much.”

Nejire froze.

Her pen slipped slightly in her fingers.

Love.

The word slammed into her brain like a slap.

Love. It felt… right? It fit into that weird empty slot she couldn’t fill. But at the same time, it felt too simple. Too… easy.

Love.

Her stomach tightened. Her fingers tapped against the desk, restless.

‘Wait. Love? I’m in love? With the nerd?’

Her eyes blinked rapidly, staring at nothing. That… that was it? Was it?

The thought didn’t feel wrong. But it didn’t feel… complete, either. Like love was a jacket she’d just tried on for the first time. It fit, but it was stiff. Foreign.

She chewed her lip. ‘What is love, anyway?’

Had she ever been in love? She’d had crushes, sure. Admired people, respected them, envied them. But love? That sounded like something fragile. Something reckless. Something soft. Sweet.

…She hated it already.

Her eye twitched at the thought. Love. Was that really what it meant? Sitting there like a pack of sugar-high pigeons, her classmates were blushing, squealing, cooing, acting like their phones had whispered the meaning of life to them.

Fucking hell. That’s what love was supposed to look like? Blushy, giddy, bubbly?

Her jaw clenched. She thought of herself acting like that, batting her lashes, squealing into her sleeve, hugging her phone like it was Izuku himself.

The mental image lasted exactly one second.

Then her fist slammed down on the desk.

The crack echoed like a gunshot. Her classmates jumped, scattering their notebooks, while Tamaki straight-up launched himself to the ceiling like a startled cat.

Nejire didn’t even flinch. She just exhaled slowly, pressing her knuckles flat against the desk.

‘Cutesy is not my style.’

But still… the word stuck. Love.

It felt right. Somewhere in her chest, the word settled like a key in a lock. But it couldn’t just mean squeals and bubbly nonsense. Maybe there was more to it. Something closer.

So she listened.

Through the rest of recess, she tuned in to her classmates’ chatter boyfriends who sent good morning texts, girlfriends who saved half their lunch for them, arguments about who forgot an anniversary, complaints about clinginess. Rants. Brags. Gossip.

She stayed quiet, ears open.

By the time the bell rang and classes blurred into one another, she had a summary:

Relationships, real, messy ones, weren’t all soft. But even when people complained, the happiness bled through. Each story boiled down to the same phrases, recycled over and over again like cheap fortune cookie wisdom:

“I love you.”

“I adore you.”

“I cherish you.”

“I’ll take care of you.”

Nejire scribbled the words in the margin of her notes, stared at them, and felt nothing but irritation. They didn’t fit. They were too… clean. Too flimsy.

‘God, it all sounds more like gossip than anything.’

And yet…

Her hand twitched. She wrote the words again. This time, not theirs. Hers.

You’re mine.

That one… that one felt real. Heavy. True. The clearest thing she’d said in months and yet the blurriest thought in her mind.

Love was something. That much she couldn’t deny. But was it everything? Was it this?

She didn’t know.

As the final bell rang and her classmates packed up to go home, Nejire stayed in her seat a moment longer, eyes fixed on them.

On their giggles, their chatter, their casual “love you, text me later.”

Her jaw tightened.

‘Is this what being in love is?’

Her gaze drifted out the window, unblinking.

Am I… in love with him?

The question clung to her like static as she walked home, followed her up the stairs, slipped inside her room, and refused to leave.

By the time she collapsed onto her bed, she was already digging through her phone. With a few swipes, she found it: a photo from before their ten-month separation.

Izuku, mid-laugh, startled by her shoving a new All Might t-shirt into his arms. His smile crooked, wide, a little embarrassed.

She stared at it.

Her thumb hovered over the screen. Her chest tightened.

And then she opened her mouth.

“I love you.”

A flutter. A soft spark in her chest. Warm, familiar like she’d felt it before in pieces but never put it together. The words landed right. They fit.

But at the same time…

It felt like saying them was just air. Just words. No clarity. No explosion. It was like trying on a jacket in the wrong size. The shape was right. The fit was close. But it wasn’t hers.

She growled and flopped back against her pillow, dragging her hands over her face.

“The fuck is this?!”

Okay. Okay. “I love you” felt right. But it also didn’t. How the hell did that make sense?

She needed an answer. Advice. A clue. Anything.

Clearly, she wasn’t going to get it on her own.

So, when her phone buzzed again, she glanced down.

The class group chat. Specifically, the girls’ group chat.

One of them had tossed out the suggestion: mall trip on Saturday, casual hangout.

Notifications lit up one after another.

🥞🥞: Yes!!

Minae😁: Count me in!

CherryKiss: Sorry, can’t—family thing :/

🙅‍♀️💴: Pick me up, I’m broke but I’ll come anyway

Message after message, rapid-fire.

And then Nejire’s brain clicked.

Relationships. Boyfriends. Gossip. Love.

These girls were in it. Maybe they had answers.

Her thumb hovered over the keyboard for a long moment. She had never, not once, typed into this chat. Ever.

But then she did.

Four words.

Hado: I’m coming along too.



Saturday. Mall day.

But our story didn’t start with Nejire. Not exactly.

It started with Minae Takano.

Upcoming third year at UA University, Quirk: Durable Scales. She could harden her skin into plates tough enough to withstand most impacts, and if she needed range, she could shed a few and whip them like throwing knives. Not flashy, but effective.

She was confident. Social. The kind of girl who didn’t back down from anyone.

…Well. Almost anyone.

Because right now, Minae was standing beside Nejire Hado, and she was shaking like she’d been thrown into a snowstorm.

It wasn’t that Nejire was a menace or a bully. Far from it, she helped classmates in training, corrected their form without being asked, even lent notes if someone fell behind.

But…

She could kill a bitch if she wanted to.

Not that Minae knew she hadn’t killed before. But there was a general consensus in their year: you do not piss off Nejire Hado.

So the fact that Nejire, stoic, terrifying, resting-bitch-face Nejire had said yes to a mall hangout on Saturday?

Yeah. Someone was going to die today.

Minae’s brain started running odds.

Rika? No, impossible. Rika avoided Nejire like she was an unexploded nuke.

Saya? Oh god. Did Saya spill sauce on Nejire’s bag that one time? Was Nejire the type to hold grudges for months?

Yuko? …Oh fuck. Did Nejire find out about the doodles? The very, very obvious doodles of her face covering Yuko’s notebooks?

Minae was spiraling fast, and then

A tap on her shoulder.

She screamed. Loud. Actually hopped in place like a startled frog.

And when she turned, of course, it was her.

Nejire Hado, arms crossed, leaning into her bitch face like it was carved in stone.

“How long until the others get here?”

Her tone was calm. Too calm. Executioner calm.

Minae’s spine shot straight like a soldier on inspection. “Sh-shortly! They’ll be here shortly!”

Nejire stared at her. For one long, horrible second, the weight of her gaze pressed down like a guillotine blade.

Then Nejire turned back, leaned against the wall, and said nothing more.

Minae exhaled slowly. Relief poured through her, along with the distinct sensation that her soul had aged at least ten years.

A few minutes later, the girls had corralled themselves into a small private booth at the food court. Trays of fries, soda cups, and half-eaten burgers filled the table.

From the outside, it looked normal just a bunch of friends laughing and chatting, quirks of personality bouncing off each other in a happy mess.

On the inside?

It was a battlefield.

Every girl was locked in a silent code blinking patterns, darting eyes, tiny gestures, mouths were moving and saying things. An emergency language they’d half-jokingly established months ago: the “oh shit protocol.”

Because why was Nejire Hado here?

Why did she say yes?

Who pissed her off?

And, most importantly: who was about to die?

Saya threw a blink pattern at Rika three blinks, pause, one blink. Translation: Was it you?

Rika narrowed her eyes, snapped back a rapid double-blink. Hell no.

Yuko blinked like mad, almost convulsing. Don’t look at me, she doesn’t know about the doodles!

They kept the silent interrogation circling, each suspecting the other, until Mika, poor, oblivious Mika, opened her mouth.

“…and then my boyfriend said-”

The word hit the table like a gunshot.

Nejire’s head turned. Slowly. Calmly. Her eyes locked onto Mika.

Every other girl froze.

Internally: Panic.

The blinks went insane, a frantic strobe light of silent screaming.

Is it Mika?

Did her boyfriend piss Nejire off?

Did he say something pervy?

Oh god oh god oh god—

Meanwhile, Nejire sat with her arms crossed, watching them with that unreadable glare.

She wasn’t stupid. She could tell they were blinking at each other like lunatics. Morse code. Secret girl language. Whatever it was, it was obvious.

And it was starting to annoy her.

Not a lot. Just a little.

Because she didn’t come here for whatever the hell this was. She came here for answers. For clarity. For love.

Instead, she got Mika nervously saying “boyfriend” and all of them flapping their eyelids like pigeons having seizures.

Nejire wasn’t an idiot. She knew what her status was.

The angry woman you don’t piss off.

Izuku once told her outright that her face frightened him. To this day. His exact words replayed in her head: “Maybe if you smiled a little, people wouldn’t think you’re going to kill them.”

She sighed. Fine. Might as well test the theory.

So she smiled. Just a small one.

The reaction was instant.

Her classmates screamed.

And then, in the kind of panicked mob mentality you usually only saw during natural disasters, they all shoved Mika toward her. Hard.

“Take her!”

“She’s young and fresh!”

“Spare us, Hado-sama!”

“Wait what?!” Mika yelped, flailing as her friends betrayed her. “Don’t offer me up! I didn’t do anything!!”

The poor girl clawed at the table as the others practically offered her as tribute to appease Nejire’s “rage.”

Nejire just stared at the scene. Smile gone. Expression back to neutral.

“…Well. That didn’t work.”

She exhaled slowly, crossing her arms. Might as well be direct.

“Calm down,” she said, her voice flat but clear. The girls froze. “I’m not here to kill anyone. Or harm you. So stop acting like idiots.”

The tension deflated just slightly.

“But,” she continued, leaning forward on the table, “I also didn’t come here to waste time.”

That froze them again.

“I’m here to ask something,” Nejire said, scanning their faces one by one. “And since the majority of you seem to have experience, I figured you’d have the answer.”

The girls huddled together instantly, whispering like a pack of squirrels in crisis. What did she want? Who’s the target? Did she want blackmail?

Finally, Mikako, who was apparently the bravest, or at least the dumbest, cleared her throat. “O-Okay… what is it, Hado-san?”

Nejire didn’t hesitate.

She looked them dead in the eye.

And, with a face straight as stone, asked:

“What’s your definition of love?”

“…Eh?”

That was the only sound that escaped the table.

Love?

Hado?

Hado asked about… love?

The collective thought hit them like a thunderclap. This was Nejire Hado. The same girl who carried an angry face for the past two years like it was permanently tattooed on her skull. The same girl who could damn near catch Mirio mid-phase if he wasn’t fast enough.

And she was sitting there, calm as ever, asking, with no blush, no stutter, no hesitation, what is love?

Sayaka, braver than the rest, raised a hand. “Uh… why? I mean…like… why do you wanna know?”

The table collectively flinched.

But Nejire just tilted her head slightly, like it was the simplest thing in the world. “I’m just curious. I keep hearing you all talk about boyfriends, crushes, love, texts. Always the same patterns, sometimes different ones. Too cutesy for me. Too soft. But…” her eyes slid across them, sharp enough to cut glass, “...it makes you happy. So I’m trying to piece it together.”

The girls blinked at her.

Once. Twice. A dozen times.

Curious? About love?

Could she be?

No…But could she?

Their imaginations spun out of control. Was Hado secretly seeing someone? Did she already have a crush? Or god help whoever it was…was she planning to interrogate love the same way she interrogated a villain?

Their spiraling thoughts were cut short by Nejire’s gaze sharpening, narrowing just slightly as she leaned forward.

“Well? Do you have an answer,” she said flatly. “Or should I leave?”

Every girl in the booth snapped ramrod straight, like cadets at inspection.

“N-no, no, no we’ve got answers!” one stammered.

“Y-yeah, just give us a second!”

They all huddled for about half a second, then one by one, like prisoners being marched to the stand, they began offering their answers.

Sayaka went first, the hopeless romantic. Her eyes practically sparkled as she clasped her hands together. “Love is when you can’t stop thinking about them! When you wake up and the very first thing you wanna do is send them a good morning text. When your heart races just seeing their name pop up on your phone, and you feel like…like you’re floating!”

Nejire’s eyebrow twitched. Hard. She imagined herself sending Izuku Midoriya a gushy “Good morning, sunshine! uwu” text and felt her soul leave her body. Pass.

Next was Rika, calm and pragmatic, though a little pink in the cheeks. “Love’s… comfort, I guess. Security. It’s knowing you’ve got someone who’s there for you, and you’re there for them. A safe place to land. Like…when everything goes to hell, they’re your person.”

Nejire paused at that one. That was… close. Familiar, even. Except in her case, she was always the one patching him up, not the other way around. Close, but the puzzle piece didn’t quite fit.

Then came Yui. And Yui was… blunt.  “Oh, love? Easy. It’s when you wanna tear their clothes off half the time. Abs. Curves. That little thrill when they wear something tight and you know it’s just for you.”

The table groaned, Sayaka slapped her arm, and Nejire… just blinked once. Then twice. Then decided she would rather die than ever picture herself trying to seduce Midoriya in anything remotely revealing. Absolutely not. That was the farthest galaxy away from what she felt.

Minae leaned in next, cheeks warm, voice softer.  “For me it’s… when you notice things. Tiny things, you know? Like how they laugh, or their weird little habits. The way their hair sticks up in the morning, or how they light up when they talk about something they love. That’s… love. At least, crush love.”

That one… made Nejire pause again. She’d noticed things like that before. How his face scrunched when he was nervous. How his mumbling got worse when he was passionate about something. Those little details had stuck in her head. But still… not quite right. Close, but not bullseye.

Finally, Tamae, the shy one, red as a tomato, spoke in a whisper. “L-love is… when your heart beats so fast it feels like it’ll burst out of your chest. Like those fairy tales. You see them, and it’s just… magic. Sparkles and butterflies and-and…you just know.”

Nejire stared at her. Blank. Magic? Sparkles? Butterflies? The hell was that supposed to mean? She felt zero sparkles. Zero butterflies. The closest she got was wanting to strangle Midoriya for being an idiot and then… making sure he ate properly afterward.

Her arms crossed tighter as the voices around her faded. Each answer had some element that touched a nerve, but none of them were the answer she was looking for. None of them fit.

Her jaw clenched. Her irritation rose like a kettle about to whistle.

Is this really love?

Before Nejire could stew any deeper in her irritation, Mikako leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand. Out of everyone here, she was the one who hadn’t said anything yet. If Nejire remembered correctly, Mikako was single. No boyfriend, no crush she ever talked about.

“…For me,” Mikako said casually, “love’s just about being there for someone. Like… sticking with that person no matter what people say. Because you like what they are. And what you are together.”

Her tone was steady, not dreamy like Sayaka’s, not shy like Tamae’s. 

“It’s not perfect, it doesn’t even have to make complete sense,” Mikako shrugged. “You just… like being with them. That’s it.”

Nejire didn’t respond right away. Her eyes narrowed, thoughtful.

Like being with them…

Her mind replayed the first day she ever dragged him into her room, patching him up, barking orders while he flinched at the sting of alcohol on his cuts. The endless days after that, hauling him out of his shell, dragging him to cafes, arcades, malls, shoving clothes into his arms because someone had to fix his sad little wardrobe.

Just… being with him.

Did she like it?

Her lips pressed together as the answer came quicker than she expected.

Yeah. She did. She liked hanging out with him. She hated it when he asked her to leave him for those ten months. She hated it more than she admitted. She liked wasting time with him, whether it was boring, impulsive, or even planned.

…Yeah. She liked being with him. All the time.

The last image her brain fed her was Izuku tripping over his own two feet., again, and her snagging him by the collar before he faceplanted. He’d laughed it off, awkward and sheepish, cheeks pink like it was the funniest thing in the world.

Nejire sighed at the memory before she could stop herself.

The reaction around the table was instant. Every girl froze. The air grew heavy with silent panic.

What did that sigh mean? Was that approval? Disappointment?

Was this the signal?

Oh god, Mika, why did you open your mouth, we’re all going to die.

Sayaka’s fork clinked against her plate as her hand trembled. Rika mouthed something frantically to Mika, who was already white as a sheet. Tamae actually whispered, “Is this… is this where we die?” under her breath.

Nejire glanced up and caught the wide-eyed stares. Her own eyes narrowed. “…Really?”

They jolted like deer caught in headlights.

With a dismissive wave, she leaned back against the booth. “Relax. It’s nothing. Thanks for answering my question. Order whatever you want. I’ll pay.”

It was supposed to ease them. Instead, the tension tripled.

Oh god, she’s buying us our last meal.

Mika, don’t cry, eat your burger, maybe she’ll spare us if we look happy.

Rika, stop writing your will in ketchup, that’s not subtle.

Nejire dragged a hand down her face. “Annoying…” she muttered, wondering, not for the first time, how she always ended up surrounded by idiots. And she thought Izuku was bad.

Two hours later, Nejire was walking alone through the mall, the bustle of weekend shoppers washing past her. The others had splintered off into their own little groups, bags of clothes and trinkets weighing their arms, happily chatting about sales and plans. Boring.

She’d thanked them again, said her goodbyes, and slipped out before she suffocated in the noise.

Her mind wandered instead to the fragments she’d pieced together. Admiration. Comfort. Noticeable habits. Being with someone. It was still blurry and felt vauge, but at least now she had one piece that clicked.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket. She slid it out.

A text from the dumbass.

Izuku: So… what are we doing for training? You didn’t really tell me anything. Just said “pick a spot.”

Nejire’s lips twitched into a small smirk. She thumbed back a reply without hesitation.

Nejire: Get ready to die on Monday. I’m not going easy on you.

 

Izuku Midoriya had been through some terrifying moments in his short, painfully awkward life. The Sludge Villain incident? That was easily Top 20. Running from Bakugo after slipping on a banana peel and dropping his entire lunch over his head? That was Top 10, no question.

Nejire Hado? Nejire was Top 2.

And standing behind her now on Dagobah Beach, wearing his trusty tracksuit while she scanned the shoreline like a general surveying a battlefield, Izuku realized something important. Today… today might just be Top 1.

She whistled low, hands on her hips. “Heard some good samaritans cleaned up this place. Looks like they did their job right.”

Izuku flinched. Just a twitch. But with Nejire, a twitch was enough.

Her head turned, those sharp eyes locking onto him like spotlights on a criminal. He straightened on instinct, stiff as a soldier in front of a firing squad.

The glare followed.

Izuku swallowed. He knew that look. That look meant Confess.

“I–It was me,” he blurted, hand twitching up like he was back in class. “M-me and my trainer. We… uh… we cleaned it up.”

Silence. Then Nejire sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“That explains how you got shredded.” She waved it off. “Fine. In any case, the beach is good enough for your training.”

Izuku nodded quickly, almost too quickly. “R-right! Uh… w-what kind of training exactly? And um…” He blinked, eyes darting to the side. “W-why is your mother here?”

On the steps leading down to the sand, a kindly woman gave him a cheery wave. “Hello, dear!”

Izuku waved back, confused and already sweating.

Nejire’s tone was brutally casual. “She’s here to heal you. Mom’s quirk is healing-based, so she’ll patch you up when you inevitably break something.”

Izuku blinked again. Processing. Slowly. Painfully. “…Wait. You mean…”

Nejire smirked, one hand on her hip, the other pointing straight at him like a judge passing sentence.

“Yep, dumbass. We’re training your quirk.” Her grin sharpened, equal parts thrill and threat. “Hope you’re ready to die.”

Izuku’s soul briefly considered fleeing his body.

Almost as if she could see the exact moment it tried to slip out of him, Nejire turned her head slowly and gave him a glare sharp enough to staple a spirit back into its vessel. His soul screeched, did a U-turn, and locked itself firmly in place.

“I-I can’t control it!” Izuku panicked, words tumbling out faster than his brain could regulate. “If I try, I’ll-I’ll just break myself again!”

His excuse ended with a sharp thwack! as her finger flicked across his forehead.

“Of course you can’t control it, dumbass.” Nejire crossed her arms, her expression flat but her tone almost mocking. “Based on your cute little cover story, you shattered an arm and two legs last time you tried. That’s exactly why we’re here. Control.”

“C-control?” Izuku echoed

“Control,” she repeated firmly, like she was teaching a particularly dense child how to spell “cat.” Then she tilted her head, watching him squirm. “What, you think the rest of us popped our quirks as kids and instantly knew what we were doing? Please. Everyone’s got their horror story. Some get lucky. Most? Not so much.”

She leaned back a bit, gaze distant for half a second as she recalled. “I activated mine when I was watching TV. One second I’m comfy, next second-” she clapped her hands once, sharp, “-boom. TV fried. I blacked out. Slept for two days straight before I woke up with my parents freaking out.”

Izuku blinked, hanging on every word.

Nejire pointed at herself with a faint smirk. “My quirk’s tied to stamina and vitality. If I don’t learn the limits, if I don’t know what drains me and what doesn’t, I collapse. So I had to figure it out. How much I could push, when to stop, when to go all in. How to control the output.”

Her eyes snapped back to him, deadly serious. “That’s where you are now. Kids’ level. You’ve got a fancy new toy but zero clue how not to blow yourself up with it. And we don’t have the luxury of years to let you stumble through trial and error.”

Izuku swallowed hard, sweat already threatening his temples.

“For this week and the next,” Nejire said, tone brooking no argument, “we’re catching you up. Everyone else your age already has some degree of mastery over their quirks. By the time we’re done, you will too.”

Her smile curved just a little dangerously sweet, the kind that made Izuku’s stomach drop.

“Alright,” Nejire said, tone deceptively casual. “Explain it. How does your quirk work? What happened the first time you used it, what did it feel like? Everything.”

He opened his mouth, stammered out half a sound, then shut it again. Nejire didn’t scold him. She knew by now this was just how he started when quirks were the topic. Like an old, clunky engine sputtering before roaring to life.

And roar to life he did.

Izuku’s eyes flicked down and his hands began moving as though sketching invisible diagrams in the air. His words sped up, gaining momentum, tumbling over each other like rocks in a landslide.

“It was… it was for a split second. I didn’t even know what I was doing, not really. My body just reacted. The only thing in my head was moving that Zero Pointer out of the way, and the clearest image I had was All Might punching straight through it. And then…then it hit me. This rush. Like heat in my legs first, straining, burning, but not fire exactly, just this raw force. And suddenly I was in the air. Then it was my arm, same sensation, before the punch landed. Like my body lit up from the inside out, but it couldn’t quite handle it.”

He paused, breathless, hands frozen in mid-motion as if still seeing it.

Nejire nodded along without interrupting. His explanations always came out like this, rants packed with obsessive detail, as if he were trying to capture lightning in a bottle with sheer vocabulary. The first few times it drove her insane. By the tenth, she’d learned to filter the flood for the good pieces.

“Fine,” she said when he finally slowed down. “And how exactly did you… activate it?”

Izuku stiffened. His face twitched into an awkward chuckle. “Well, um… I kind of… clenched my buttcheeks.”

Nejire blinked. She stared at him for a long, horrified second, then repeated flatly, “Midoriya.”

“I-It wasn’t what it sounds like!” He waved his hands frantically. “It was just…just a moment of focus! My trainer said it was like squeezing all your strength into one point and I panicked and that was the only way I could-!”

“No.” Her voice cut through his babbling like a guillotine blade. “Do not activate your quirk with your ass.”

Izuku straightened like she’d just declared a new law of nature. “Y-yes ma’am. But… that’s all I’ve got right now.”

Nejire dragged a hand down her face and muttered something about adopting an idiot. Finally, she dropped her hand and sighed. “Fine. Then we start with this: activation. Bringing it out without flinging yourself into a hospital bed.”

Izuku’s shoulders hunched. “B-but… how? Every time I even think about trying it, I’m terrified I’ll just… break something again.”

“Yeah,” Nejire said without missing a beat, “that’s because you’re forcing it out.”

Izuku blinked. “Forcing it… out?”

“Think of it like this.” Her tone turning clinical in the way it always did when she got into teaching mode. “You’ve got a faucet, right? And you’re trying to fill a bucket fast. Instead of a steady stream, you’ve got the tap turned all the way open, and water’s gushing everywhere, spilling out before it’s even in the bucket.”

She gestured toward the ocean, extended a palm, and without even tensing released a small pulse of energy. The water rippled outward, a neat, contained burst.

“My quirk works the same way. There’s a source. I bring it up, direct it where I want, and then I blast. If I crank it up too far, I burn out fast. If I keep it steady, I can control the flow.” She tilted her head at him, eyes narrowing in that razor-sharp way that made Izuku’s stomach knot. “You? You’re just turning the handle all the way up and praying the bucket doesn’t explode.”

Izuku winced. …Yeah, that sounded uncomfortably accurate.

“But you’ve already got one advantage most people don’t.” She jabbed a finger at his arm. “You can choose what limb to direct it through. That’s insane control for someone who’s only used their quirk once. Now you just need to figure out how much you can actually pour into the bucket before it tips over.”

Izuku bit his lip. “I-I mean, theoretically I can call it again, but… I haven’t tried. Not since the exam. The only reason I wasn’t in a full body cast after was Recovery Girl.”

Nejire just hummed, unbothered. “That’s fine. That’s what my mom’s here for, dumbass.”

Izuku glanced up the beach where Mrs. Hado sat at the steps, waving politely with a thermos in hand. The fact that she was sipping tea like this was the most casual Sunday outing while her daughter planned to murder him through training wasn’t helping his nerves.

Nejire stepped closer, took his arm, and positioned it like she was setting up a test subject. “Our focus right now is activation. You need to prove to yourself you can bring it out at will and start to measure it. Doesn’t matter if you break something, we’ve got a healer.”

Before he could protest, she set her other hand flat against his chest. Izuku’s breath hitched, his whole body stiffening. Nejire didn’t so much as glance at his reaction.

“When I use my quirk,” she explained, tone calm and instructional, “I picture it starting here. In my chest. I guide it through my body, into my limbs, and I can feel it building. Larger, brighter, until I let it go.” She pulled her hand back, raising her brows. “Yours should be the same. The source is in there somewhere, you just need to figure out the pathway and how much you can channel before it shatters you.”

Nejire stepped back, folding her arms like a coach about to critique a rookie runner. “Except, Midoriya, instead of clenching your ass, focus on that heat you mentioned. You said you felt like you were burning up? That’s your clue. You were probably just summoning way too much. So for now… find where the fire’s stored.”

Izuku nodded, straightened, and then… stared at the ocean. For a long, silent second. His brows knitted. His lips pursed.

Then he tilted his head, let out a nervous chuckle, and muttered, “Um… how?”

Nejire pinched the bridge of her nose. “Close your eyes, dumbass.”

He did, albeit like someone expecting to be punched.

“Now,” she continued, voice softer but still firm, “go back to what you felt in the exam. That rush. That heat. That power. Don’t overthink it. Just find where it burns the brightest. Which part of your body feels hottest?”

Izuku forced himself to breathe. Inhale. Exhale. He dug back into the memory, the panic, the giant robot, the desperation, and then… that moment. The surge. The light. The heat roaring through him like a furnace sparking to life.

His chest.

“The warmest part is… my chest,” he murmured, almost surprised at how certain he sounded.

Nejire hummed, satisfied. “Good. And what does it look like to you? Based on the warmth, describe it.”

Izuku’s fingers twitched as he thought. “…Like a fire. A huge fire, but… not burning me. Just… sitting there. Hot, strong, like it’s waiting.”

“Mm.” Nejire leaned back slightly, studying him. “Alright. Open your eyes.”

He obeyed, blinking against the sunlight.

Her lips quirked, just a little. “Congrats, Midoriya. You found your source. Now comes the hard part: control. Any ideas on how to stop yourself from snapping your own arm in half this time?”

Izuku’s face lit with the spark of a thought too excited, too nerdy to hold back. “Actually… y-yeah! Think of it like a microwave and an egg. If you overheat the egg, it explodes. But if you give it the right amount, it stays warm—cooked, but stable.”

Nejire just stared at him. Deadpan.

He wilted slightly. “…It makes sense in my head.”

A long sigh left her as she dragged a hand down her face. “Fine. We’ll use your stupid egg. Focus on the fire in your chest, direct it to your arm, and keep the egg warm… but not toasty enough to explode.”

 

Meanwhile, on the steps overlooking the beach, Mrs. Hado sat primly with her thermos and a steaming cup of tea. She had the day off from the hospital, which meant a rare opportunity to breathe in the salty ocean air. Helping her daughter keep her friend in one piece while he tested his quirk? Sure, she could slot that into her free time. After all, what was a broken arm or two compared to the chance to enjoy the sun?

But of course, that wasn’t the only reason she’d agreed.

Her lips curved in a knowing hum as she sipped her tea, eyes lingering on the pair below. Nejire gave Izuku a sharp bonk to the head, knuckles to skull, no hesitation and barked something at him that carried all the grace of a drill sergeant. Izuku immediately bowed in apology, words tumbling over themselves like dominoes.

Mrs. Hado should’ve been concerned. Should’ve thought, ‘Good heavens, that poor boy.’

Instead, she smiled into her cup. Because even with the fire in her voice and the terrifying glare on her face, her daughter’s eyes betrayed her. They softened every time Izuku spoke. Every time he shifted nervously. Every time his hand twitched in uncertainty and Nejire’s gaze followed, sharp but careful, as if memorizing his movements.

It had been a surprise the first time she’d seen him. Her daughter, barging through the front door with a lanky, scared-eyed teen in tow. That had set off every alarm in her head, and she and her husband had pressed their ears to the bedroom wall that afternoon, fully prepared to storm in.

But no storm came. Only silence and the sound of foot steps.

And then the months blurred. Izuku became a fixture sometimes at their house, sometimes being tugged away by Nejire for one of her whims. When those ten months of absence came, her daughter had grown restless, irritated in ways she couldn’t put into words. Izuku stopped visiting. Nejire stopped fetching him.

She’d feared the worst that things had ended on sour terms. She’d even dared to ask, gently, if her daughter was hurt. Nejire, with that stubborn expression she wore when feelings got too close, had only muttered that the boy was training. That he needed space.

And then, just like that, he was back.

And Nejire had lit up again.

Mrs. Hado took another sip of her tea, a soft sigh leaving her lips. ‘Honestly. Children these days, so oblivious.’

Her gaze drifted from Izuku, flailing his arms as he tried to follow Nejire’s instructions, back to her daughter’s watchful stare.

‘Wonder when they’ll get married.’

Blue and green would look good for designs.

Back on the sand, Izuku was drenched in sweat. His tracksuit clung to him like a second skin, every muscle locked and trembling as Nejire paced in front of him like a hawk that had traded wings for a whistle and a clipboard.

“Left arm!” she barked.

Izuku sucked in a breath, focused, and channeled the warmth from his chest into his bicep. His fist glowed faintly, air rippling around his knuckles before he forced himself to cut it off.

“Right foot!”

The heat slid down. His toes curled into the sand as the energy surged, just enough for the grains beneath him to jump.

“Left leg!”

He flinched, wavered, but managed to spark it without blowing his calf into splinters.

By the fifth command his lungs were burning. By the seventh, his arms felt like bricks. By the tenth, his legs wobbled like noodles on the verge of snapping in half.

“Come on, nerd,” Nejire drawled, arms folded and a shark’s grin playing at her lips. “I said activate, not die dramatically in the sand. Unless you want me to start counting push-ups between each command.”

Izuku croaked something that sounded suspiciously like mercy, but still forced his quirk into his forearm when she snapped “Right arm!” again.

The exercise was simple in theory. Bring the power out, cut it off, repeat but execution was hell. Each limb she called out demanded not only the focus to channel his quirk precisely, but also the restraint to keep it at a fraction of what he had used against the Zero Pointer. Enough to spark, not enough to shatter.

And Nejire? She was having the time of her life.

Her eyes lit up every time he nailed the control, her smirk widened every time he stumbled, and though she’d never admit it out loud, she was impressed. Day one and the nerd was already catching on, maybe not fast enough to avoid her yelling, but faster than she’d expected.

By the time she finally called a stop, Izuku collapsed onto the sand, chest heaving. His arms quivered just trying to push himself upright. Every muscle screamed. His body felt like someone had wrung him out like a towel.

But even through the haze of pain, curiosity perked up when Mrs. Hado descended the steps with her usual calm, sipping the last of her tea before setting the cup aside.

“Lie still,” she said gently, kneeling beside him.

Izuku obeyed without argument. 

Mrs. Hado placed her hands lightly against his sore shoulder. For a moment, he only felt the press of her palm. Then something deeper like warmth blooming under his skin, weaving through him in delicate threads. Around her wrists, faint glowing scalpels of light shimmered, floating in lazy orbits, tracing patterns across his body. 

“Just muscle strain,” she murmured, eyes calm and clinical as she gauged the damage. “Torn fibers, stressed joints. Nothing major.”

Mrs. Hado’s quirk: Surgical Healing.

She didn’t need the theatrics. The glow was a visualization, something she’d long ago learned made her patients less uneasy. In truth, all it took was her touch and her vitality or someone else’s to knit damage back together. Today, Nejire casually leaned in, placing her own hand against her mother’s shoulder. A silent handoff. Her stamina became the battery for Izuku’s recovery.

The ache in his muscles began to fade. The deep burn that had settled into his joints loosened. Soreness unraveled, replaced by warmth and relief.

Izuku stared, wide-eyed. “That’s… incredible.”

Mrs. Hado smiled softly, eyes still focused on her glowing tools. “Every quirk has its purpose. Mine just happens to make sure you don’t fall apart while my daughter tears you down.”

Izuku let out a groan that was half pain and half embarrassment

Hours later after begging for mercy with a cracked voice that made even Nejire roll her eyes, the training finally came to a stop. He was a limp ragdoll by the time they piled into Mrs. Hado’s car.

The drive started quiet. The windows cracked enough to let in the salt of the ocean, the hum of the engine steady. Izuku slumped in the backseat between the two Hados, fighting to keep his eyes open. His head bobbed once, twice, his eyelids drooping like weighted curtains.

Nejire noticed. She arched a brow, leaning just enough to catch him swaying. “Rest, nerd,” she ordered.

Izuku’s reply came in a stubborn mumble, his words already blurring at the edges. “N-no, I’m fine. I’ll stay awake…”

She didn’t bother arguing. Instead, she simply reached over, caught the back of his head, and tugged it until his cheek rested against her shoulder. “Sleep.”

He managed a weak, token protest then melted instantly, body going slack, breaths evening out within seconds.

The sight drew a quiet giggle from the driver’s seat. Mrs. Hado lifted one hand from the wheel to cover her mouth, her eyes glimmering in the rearview mirror.

Nejire’s head tilted, suspicious. “What?”

Her mother waved dismissively. “Oh, nothing. Just… it’s nice, seeing you care about someone so much.”

Nejire blinked. A frown tugged faintly at her lips, but she didn’t argue. Instead, she made a small, noncommittal hum and let her fingers drift absently into Izuku’s messy curls, combing gently through them as he slept.

Mrs. Hado’s voice stayed soft, conversational, as if she were talking to herself. “You’ve always kept to yourself, Nejire. Dismissive of others. Never went out much. Never spoke about friends or brought anyone home. I worry sometimes.” She chuckled, eyes flicking to the road. “Then one day, you drag a lanky boy into your room and minutes later walk out again, both of you looking like you’d been through a hurricane. And then it just… kept happening. Trips out. Visits home. You, always bringing him along.”

Her smile deepened, a quiet warmth to it. “It’s nice. To see you make a good friend.”

Nejire stared at her mother for a moment, then let her gaze drop back down to the boy asleep on her shoulder. His face, relaxed for once. His breathing steady.

Friend, huh?

“Hey, Mom,” Nejire said suddenly, her voice low but clear as she kept her gaze fixed on Izuku’s sleeping face.

Mrs. Hado made a small inquisitive hum, keeping her eyes on the road.

“What is love to you?”

Her foot nearly twitched toward the brake pedal. Years of medical discipline were the only thing that kept her from stomping it and jerking the car to a halt. She blinked hard. Oh, this was really happening.

She had teased the idea before in her head, smiling to herself when Nejire lingered around that boy, picturing blue and green flowers at a wedding but her daughter actually asking about it? Her heart was suddenly hammering in her chest like it wanted to sing. Nejire Hado, her stoic, sharp-eyed girl, was in love. She was asking for reference.

Mrs. Hado swallowed down the urge to beam like an idiot and glanced sideways. Nejire wasn’t looking at her. Her eyes stayed locked on Izuku, his head resting on her shoulder, his face soft in sleep. And the way she looked at him like he was the most precious thing in the world well, that said everything.

A smile tugged at her lips.

“Love…” she began slowly, choosing her words with care. “Love is wanting to be with someone. That’s the simplest way I can put it. But it changes depending on who you ask. Some people will say it’s loud, dramatic. Fireworks, slow-motion moments, thinking of that person all day and night.” She let out a quiet chuckle. “And that’s fine. That’s one version.”

Her voice softened, steady and certain. “But for me? Love is… just wanting to share your time with someone. To sit with them on late-night dates, or curl up on the couch for a movie, or laugh across the dinner table when their hair’s a mess. It’s not always a firework. Sometimes it’s just… comfort. Familiarity. That one moment where you’re sitting with someone, not doing anything grand, and it just clicks. No explanation, no reason. It just… is.”

Nejire let the words hang, her mother’s voice blending with the hum of the car. Comfort. Familiarity. Just being there.

Her gaze dipped back to Izuku, asleep against her shoulder, his breath tickling her sleeve.

…Comfort, huh?

Her fingers combed absently through his hair again.

Yeah. She guessed she didn’t mind this.

 

Nejire sat cross-legged on her bed, the room dark save for the faint glow of her desk lamp. Her eyes were fixed on nothing in particular, a notebook open in front of her that had long since been abandoned. The pen rested idle in her fingers, twirling absently as her mind spun circles.

Was she in love?

The question had lodged itself in her brain like a stubborn splinter. Every scrap of advice she’d gathered in the last week her classmates’ definitions, her mother’s words, the endless little observations cycled through her head on repeat.

Wanting to be with someone.

Comfort.

Safety.

Existing together without needing a reason.

She tried them all on like clothes in a fitting room, waiting to see if one finally felt right.

Did she mind being close to Izuku? Not at all. She’d dragged him into her world from day one and he hadn’t shaken loose since. She liked having him there. She liked the quiet that settled between them when words weren’t needed, and she liked the noise when his rants spilled over. She liked both.

But the moment the word love came up in her head, she was bombarded with images she despised. Hearts. Sparkles. Cutesy text messages with fifty emojis. Couples giggling in the hallway, holding hands like their skin might fuse together if they let go. Nejire groaned aloud, tossing her head back against the wall. No. Absolutely not. That wasn’t her. That wasn’t him. That wasn’t them.

If that was love, then what the hell did she have?

Her pen stopped spinning.

…What is love for her?

The question echoed on for days, gnawing at the back of her mind even as training rolled on.

Nejire sat on the steps of the beach, watching as Izuku once again tried to leap with his quirk. The first burst of energy was solid, controlled even, but the landing… not so much. He hit the sand shoulder first with a graceless thud, coughing up a mouthful

For the hundredth time that week.

He groaned, half-buried, and she sighed as she got to her feet. Strolling over, she offered her hand, yanking him upright before brushing sand off his tracksuit with brisk, almost scolding pats.

“Sorry,” he muttered immediately, eyes downcast. “I..I failed again.”

She didn’t really hear it. Or maybe she did and just didn’t care. Her eyes stayed fixed on him. On him.

This idiot. This stubborn, reckless nerd who’d been showing up bruised and battered since the day she decided to drag him into her orbit. The one who let her haul him out of his cave, who flinched under her glares but still came back every time.

Love for her?

Her hands moved before her brain could catch up. She cupped his cheeks, thumbs pressing lightly against his skin, forcing him to meet her gaze. He froze like a deer in headlights, every muscle locking in place.

In the background she heard the faintest cough, her mother, no doubt pretending not to watch.

Nejire pulled him closer closer, tugging him down with surprising ease. His eyes widened, his hands flailed, and he stammered, “N-Nejire, w-what’s wrong..?!”

She only smirked and then she just let gravity do the rest

They both went down in a messy heap, the sand puffing up around them as Izuku let out a startled yelp and promptly got a mouthful of sand for his troubles.

He sat up sputtering, spitting sand like a cat coughing up fur, while Nejire lay sprawled on her back beside him.

And then she laughed.

Not her usual sharp chuckle, not her mocking snort, an unguarded laugh, loud and bright and echoing over the empty beach.

Izuku, once he managed to spit the last mouthful of sand out, could only stare at her like she’d sprouted a second head. Nejire, still catching her breath, sat up, dusted a bit of grit from her sleeve, and promptly flicked him in the forehead.

“Ah-ow!” He clutched the spot, glaring at her through the sting. “What was that for?”

“For not stopping our fall,” she replied, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“You startled me! I wasn’t ready!”

“Exactly,” Nejire said with a shrug, lips quirking. “You should always be ready.”

Izuku opened his mouth for a retort but the words never made it out. His breath hitched instead.

Because for the first time, he registered her expression.

No scowl, no smirk, no teasing edge. Just a small, quiet smile. Eyes locked on him, steady and intent, like he was the only thing on the beach worth looking at.

He stuttered, flailing halfway through the start of a sentence. Nejire only hummed, tilting her head as if daring him to finish, amusement flickering in her eyes.

This was her. 

Not the blushy, sugar-coated softness her classmates swooned over, not the fluttery hand-holding and starry-eyed nonsense. She wasn’t the type to cling to someone’s arm or giggle into their chest. 

No, her way of being close was yanking him by the wrist when he dragged his feet, shoving him through training until his legs gave out, glaring him into finishing every last bite of his lunch. She wasn’t the girl who melted into someone else, she was the one who made damn sure he didn’t fall apart.

She pushed to her feet, brushing sand from her pants, and the faint buzz of her quirk rippled through her arms. Her grin sharpened.

“Race you to the other side,” she declared suddenly, pointing down the stretch of sand. “Loser buys ice cream.”

Before he could even blink, she blasted off, sand exploding in her wake.

Izuku gawked, mouth hanging open. “That’s–hey! That’s unfair!”

He scrambled to his feet, legs wobbling, and tore after her, shouting complaints along the way.

 

The weekend came, and with it, Izuku’s first real break. Or rather, the break Nejire forced on him.

He’d tried to argue, of course, something about “active rest” and “just a little extra conditioning won’t hurt.” She’d shut him down with a glare sharp enough to cut steel and the promise that if he so much as looked at a push-up, she’d personally drag him across the pavement by his ankles.

So now here they were, walking into his “reward” for surviving her hell week of training

A Hero Convention.

The venue wasn’t massive, more community center than stadium, but the energy inside made up for it. The place was brimming with cosplayers in every imaginable take on hero costumes, booths stacked with memorabilia, vendors hawking merch, and fans crowding into panel halls or swapping trivia at tables. The air was thick with the buzz of a hundred overlapping conversations.

Izuku, of course, was vibrating like a kid who’d just been told everything in the candy store was free. His eyes darted from stall to stall, his words tripping over each other in excited bursts.

“Look at that replica gauntlet! Oh–oh, that’s Ingenium’s original model before the upgrade–ah, they even have old All Might posters, signed reprints, that’s from his Osaka rescue in ’XX! And that cosplayer’s gear, did you see how they modded it for mobility? It’s so accurate, it’s like-”

Then, somewhere in the crowd, a voice cut through.

“Midoriya?”

Izuku froze mid-ramble and turned left. A small group of teens in varying stages of cosplay and fandom gear were waving him over. Their shirts bore hero logos, their bags were pinned with collectible buttons. The kind of crowd that looked like they’d stepped out of an online forum and into real life.

His face lit up instantly. “Oh! Hey!”

He jogged over, slipping into their circle with the ease of someone who’d done this a hundred times online. Conversations sparked in seconds, updates about obscure hero forums, debates about power scaling, chatter about Mt. Lady’s recent publicity stunt, with one kid dramatically rolling his eyes and declaring her “asset marketing strategy” completely unnecessary.

Izuku, surrounded by people who spoke his language fluently, laughing and gesturing like the bruises and exhaustion of the past week had never existed.

The debate over Mt. Lady’s “strategic branding” was still going strong when one of the kids suddenly squinted at Izuku’s chest. “Uh… dude, what are you wearing?”

The conversation screeched to a halt. All eyes dropped to his shirt.

Izuku followed their gaze. Then froze.

The blush hit him like a slap. He flailed, tugging at the hem as if he could physically hide the words. “I-it’s nothing! Really, it’s nothing! A f-friend asked me to wear it, that’s all!”

It wasn’t some flashy cosplay or dramatic fandom joke, just a plain gray t-shirt. Except printed across the front, bold and unavoidable, were the words:

If found alone, Find Owner.

Izuku’s ears burned crimson.

And then:

“Izuku”

The new voice cut through their circle. Everyone turned.

A woman with long blue hair tied in a ponytail strode toward them, expression sharp as ever, a water bottle in hand. Her shirt matched his in every way but one:

I’m The Owner.

Nejire stopped in front of him, pressing the bottle into his hands with practiced ease. “I told you not to wander off alone,” she said, her tone carrying all the authority of a drill sergeant scolding a rookie.

“Ah…sorry!” Izuku chuckled weakly, scratching the back of his neck. “I just got caught up”

The guys he’d been talking to were statues. Wide-eyed. Slack-jawed. In their heads, a single, thunderous declaration echoed in unison:

‘MIDORIYA HAS A GIRLFRIEND!’

Nejire’s gaze flicked to them, sharp and unblinking, her resting bitch face doing its usual work of cutting straight through their souls. “These your friends?”

Izuku nodded quickly. “Y-yeah. We’ve known each other through other convention-”

He didn’t get the chance to elaborate. The group bowed, almost synchronized, reverent.

“Messiah!”

“God among nerds!”

“The chosen one!”

Izuku’s blush spread from his ears down his neck. “W-wait, what?! What’s wrong with you guys?!”

He darted glances around the hall, and sure enough, people were starting to notice. Heads turned. Whispers sparked. The shirts were not subtle, and the scene was drawing attention.

It didn’t take long before the little crowd of fellow nerds excused themselves, scattering back into the convention with half-suspicious, half-awestruck looks tossed over their shoulders. Soon it was just Izuku and Nejire standing in the middle of the aisle, the hum of vendors and cosplayers filling the gap where his “worshippers” had been.

Nejire tilted her head at him, expression unreadable, before her lips quirked. “Didn’t think you had friends outside me.”

Izuku let out a small, sheepish chuckle. “They’re… not really like you and me. We just happen to meet at the same places, talk about the same hobbies. I guess I used to think of them as friends, but… it’s different. Not the same.”

That had her humming. She bumped her shoulder into his with mock nonchalance. “Well, glad to know Baku-bitch and his little cheer squad didn’t completely nuke your social life.” She glanced sidelong at him, eyes narrowing slightly. “They’re not bothering you anymore, are they? Baku-bitch and the rest?”

Izuku shook his head. “Not really. They don’t… look at me the same. They don’t pay attention anymore. Just let me be.” His voice dipped, quieter now. “Sometimes there’s looks, but… it’s better than before.”

The smile he tried to tack on at the end didn’t quite hide the old sting laced in his tone. Nejire caught it instantly. A tiny ache tugged at her chest, sharp and bitter. If she could’ve reached back in time, she’d have grabbed him by the wrist years earlier, dragged him out of that mess herself. But she couldn’t. All she had was now.

So she did what she always did. She reached for him.

Her fingers curled around his wrist, warm and sure, and she tugged him forward. “Come on. We’ve got the whole day. Since you’re the nerd expert, you’re guiding.”

Izuku blinked at her, startled, then broke into a small, honest smile. He nodded, shoulders loosening as she pulled him along into the crowd.

 

To say they had fun would’ve been an understatement. For Izuku, walking into a convention had always been exciting, walls lined with merch, the hum of fans rattling off obscure trivia, but this time was different. Having someone beside him shifted the entire rhythm. Every excited gasp he let slip wasn’t left hanging in the air; Nejire was there to hear it, arching a brow or humming quietly in response, sometimes even snapping a picture when he least expected it.

Her face was still its usual mask of calm, but he caught the edges curling every so often into the faintest smile. Like when he got mobbed by a pair of cosplayers who had, in his panicked opinion, too much cleavage in their costumes. Nejire had taken a photo with ruthless efficiency, storing it away on her phone while Izuku tried to keep his eyes anywhere but forward.

He snagged a few things, signed posters, some rare keychains and nearly fainted when Nejire, without hesitation, bought him a limited-stock All Might figure. The tears started gathering instantly, and she had to swat at him to keep him from causing a scene.

Still, Izuku thought of her too. He returned the favor with a Ryukyu-style jersey jacket he’d spotted, insisting she try it on. She did, and though her expression didn’t change, the way she kept tugging at the sleeves all afternoon told him she actually liked it.

By the time the sun dipped lower, they wandered out of the buzzing convention hall, their bags heavier and wallets lighter, heading toward a nearby café. Izuku kept apologizing every few steps, guilt bubbling up over how much he’d dragged her around.

“It’s fine,” Nejire cut in with a shrug. “Wasn’t boring. Watching you hop around like a puppy was… kinda fun.”

Izuku groaned into his hands. “Please don’t phrase it like that.”

“Why not? It’s accurate.” The corner of her lips twitched. “Besides, I’m starving and you need sweets, diet be damned.”

“Deku?”

The call cut across the street, sharp enough to make Izuku stiffen mid-step. His head turned, and Nejire followed his gaze to a group of teens loitering by the café’s entrance.

One boy’s skin gleamed like polished wood, another had scales ridging along his jawline, and a third sported blocky, uneven ears that clicked faintly like shifting Lego pieces. Two girls stood with them, one with too many eyes blinking in staggered rhythm, the other with hair tied in stiff braids.

It was the many-eyed girl who had called him. “It is you! Deku! Been weeks since we saw the nerd.”

The guys chimed in, grins spreading, voices overlapping in a mess of mocking camaraderie. Izuku’s shoulders hunched as though each word pressed heavier onto him. His eyes darted away, down, anywhere but them, and almost without thinking, he edged half a step behind Nejire.

Nejire caught it instantly. Her gaze sharpened, slicing across the group. So. Bullies, huh?

The braided girl tilted her head, curiosity flickering across her face. Then her eyes caught on Nejire, and recognition bloomed. “Wait. You… you look familiar.”

That was all it took. The boys snapped their fingers, one slapping his palm against his scaled thigh. “Oh yeah! That’s her. The blue-haired she-devil! The one who beat Bakugou and his lackeys into the dirt.”

“She-devil,” Nejire repeated under her breath, brows lifting. Cute nickname. Not exactly flattering, but cute.

The group’s grins widened, emboldened. “So what, she your girlfriend, Deku? Can’t believe she hooked up with you. She’s got poor taste, man.” One boy puffed out his chest and tilted his chin. “I’d be a better pick, obviously.”

Izuku froze, caught halfway between shrinking further into himself and blurting something back. But the word “girlfriend” seemed to ignite a spark he blinked, flustered, and stammered out, “W-wait, what do you mean, girlfriend?”

That earned him nothing but laughter and a few pointed fingers. “Uh, hello? Look down, genius.”

Izuku followed their gesture down to where his hand was clasped tightly in Nejire’s. His face went scarlet, and he yelped, starting to pull back out of instinct.

Except her grip didn’t loosen. If anything, it tightened. Nejire’s hand slid just enough to draw him closer, her body angled so he was tucked subtly behind her shoulder. Her eyes narrowed, voice smooth but carrying an edge sharp enough to cut glass.

“And what,” she asked, calm and dangerous all at once, “if I am?”

The words landed like a dropped stone in a still pond. Izuku squeaked, heat rushing to his face, while the group blinked at her in disbelief before snickering.

“You serious?” one of the boys said, smirking. “Deku? Really?”

Another leaned in, sneering. “He’s quirkless. Pretty lame.”

“Yeah,” chimed the Lego-eared one, grinning wide. “All he’s got are those creepy notebooks about quirks. Like stalking, right? Dude mutters to himself constantly. And trying to be a hero? Please. Joke of the century.”

Izuku’s throat tightened, shoulders curling in, the old words like salt ground into scars that never healed.

Nejire let them go on. She didn’t interrupt, didn’t scowl, didn’t so much as twitch. She waited until their smug little chorus ran dry, then shifted her weight and started forward, tugging Izuku gently with her. Her steps were unhurried, her posture relaxed. But her voice:

“Done?”

They blinked.

“If you’re finished wasting oxygen,” she went on smoothly, “then use what’s left in those hollow skulls of yours to listen. Properly. Because I’m not repeating myself and frankly, I don’t carry enough crayons to help your childish brains keep up.”

Their smirks faltered.

She tilted her head, tone deceptively casual. “Izuku has been fighting his entire damn life. Since the day he was labeled quirkless, he’s clawed his way forward. Worked harder than store-bought quirks like you ever had to. He went to the U.A. entrance exam, quirkless, and passed.” Her lips curved, sharp. “Passed better than most of you could ever dream of.”

A beat of silence.

“As for those notebooks?” She gave a short laugh. “They’re filled with information, analysis, and theories that would fly over your heads faster than a jet. But I suppose when your only sources are your phones and your equally clueless friends, anything with depth must look creepy.”

The group shuffled, unease beginning to creep in where confidence had been.

“And yes,” she finished, tugging Izuku forward until he was a step ahead of her, until her hand rested firm and possessive on his shoulder, “I’m serious. Because this nerd right here-” her eyes cut through them like glass, unblinking 

“He’s mine”

Nejire didn’t bother elaborating. She simply shoved Izuku toward the café doors. “Now if you’ll excuse us, I’ll be stuffing his face with cake.” And with that, she pushed him inside, leaving the group frozen in her wake.

For a beat, there was silence outside. Then the guy with polished-wood shrugged. “…Huh. Y’know what? Good for Izuku.” The others could only nod in stunned agreement.

Inside, the warm buzz of chatter and the smell of sugar hit them immediately. Izuku, still red as a fire hydrant, fiddled with his fingers as they got in line. After a long, awkward pause, he mumbled, “Um… thanks. For… y’know. Back there. Sorry you had to… uh… defend me like that.”

Nejire bumped his shoulder with hers, casual as ever. “Don’t sweat it. I’ll always have your back. Whether it’s from idiots like them… or from you tripping over your own shoelaces.”

Izuku chuckled weakly. “Still… thanks again. But… I’m sorry you had to..uh..say you were my girlfriend just to, um, make them stop. That must’ve been-”

“Embarrassing?” she cut in, tilting her head at him.

“...Yeah,” he admitted, eyes dropping to the floor.

She leaned in, close enough that her hair brushed his cheek. “Embarrassing for who, exactly?”

Izuku’s mouth opened, then shut again. He stammered something unintelligible.

Nejire only hummed, stepping closer as the line shuffled forward. “Because I didn’t mind. Actually… I liked it.” Her lips quirked. “You are mine, after all.”

Izuku blinked, then laughed nervously, scratching the back of his neck. “R-right. Yours to… take care of. I’m grateful every day that you’re there for me, Nejire.”

Her eyes narrowed just slightly. “No, Izuku. Not ‘to take care of.’” She stared straight at him, her voice even and deliberate. “You’re mine.”

He froze. The words landed differently this time. Heavy. Important. His chest tightened, though he couldn’t quite say why.

“Eh?” he squeaked.

Nejire groaned, dragging a hand down her face. “You’re one dense fuck.” Before he could react, she reached up, pinched his ear, and tugged him down until her lips brushed close.

“I love you, dumbass.”

Izuku’s brain short-circuited.

Static. White noise. Zero thoughts, head empty.

Meanwhile, Nejire unbothered and apparently immune to the nuclear blast she just dropped stepped ahead, ordered a small mountain of cakes and sweets, and carried the tray back like nothing had happened.

Izuku was still rooted to the floor, staring at the wallpaper like it held the secrets of the universe. His mouth opened and closed in delayed attempts at speech that never made it past a squeak.

“Move, nerd,” Nejire said, catching his wrist and tugging him to a booth. She sat him down like he was a misbehaving toddler, set the tray between them, and without hesitation forked up a chunk of strawberry shortcake.

“Open.”

Izuku blinked, confused, still buffering. He didn’t move.

Nejire rolled her eyes, grabbed his chin, pried his mouth open, shoved the forkful in, and shut his jaw with her thumb. “Chew.”

The sweetness hit him like a jolt. Sugar. Strawberries. Cream. Actual taste. And like a switch being flipped, his system rebooted.

His eyes widened. His brain finally caught up.

“EHHHHHHHH?!”

Half the café turned to stare. Izuku flailed his arms, nearly knocking over the tray. “W-wait–you–did you just-you can’t just–!?”

Nejire calmly speared another bite of cake, her face utterly serene. “I can, I did, and you’re welcome.”

“Wh-what do you mean ‘you’re welcome’!?” Izuku squeaked, red to the ears.

She gave him the faintest smirk, eyes glinting with wicked amusement. “Cake’s good, right? Sweet enough to help your dense ass process what I just said.”

Izuku froze again, fork halfway to his mouth, heart pounding louder than the chatter around them.

Nejire?

Nejire smiled like the she-devil she was. Her nerd. All hers

Notes:

And that's a wrap. I hope you guys liked the new chapter. This was a good thing to write for me, especially with the month I had. It was a damn busy month and it didn't help that my PC kept crashing and blue screening on me at random times.

So I hope you guys enjoyed this. I'll see you in the next chapter

Chapter 63: Domesticated Nomu, Angel-Certified: Somehow also a father...technically

Summary:

There’s a Nomu living in the Class 1-B dorms.

Don’t worry — he does laundry, folds towels, and apparently wins goldfish for small children. Occasionally scares pro heroes. Possibly dating a vine-haired saint.

No one really knows what’s going on, but it’s wholesome, slightly alarming, and 100% UA-approved and Angel Certified.

...also apparently he's a dad now

Notes:

And we are back with another chapter this time a sequel to Nomu Izuku x Ibara. I'll be honest the only reason I wrote this was 1. I enjoyed it last time and 2. Work/Real life got me so busy I really couldn't write a story in a proper story format or structure. So this one is similar to part 1 where I just dump scenes that comes to my head. I did try to flesh things out more but again I'm just using this as stress relief.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

The days at U.A. had begun to settle into a rhythm, if such a word could be used for the barely controlled chaos that was Class 1B. After the crushing blow of Mirio’s demonstration, most of them had thrown themselves into the scramble for internships. 

Ibara had managed to keep her calm through it all, though not without incident. At least once, she’d been forced to wind her vines around Izuku’s arms to keep him from lunging at the sunny haired upperclassman responsible for making her collapse in tears. She had needed to remind him firmly that Mirio was not a threat, and hunting him would not be acceptable behavior.

For a while, peace had returned.

Until Awase groaned and clutched his head, stumbling away from the table.

From across the room, Ibara’s gaze followed him, one hand resting on her hip while the other held a small glass bottle of thick, dark medicine.

“You’re burning up,” she said gently. “This will help. Just one spoonful.”

Awase froze, eyeing the bottle like it was filled with poison. His lips curled into a defiant grin that didn’t match the sweat beading at his forehead. “Nope. I’m good. Totally fine.”

“You are not fine.” Ibara’s tone was calm. “Sit down, Awase.”

For a moment, silence stretched between them. The entire class leaned in, sensing the tension.

Then Awase turned on his heel and bolted.

He shot through the doors, stumbling into the open air, lungs already wheezing. His instincts screamed to keep going across the yard, into the trees, anywhere else that didn’t have the bottle of death Ibara called medicine

Inside, laughter rippled through the class. Setsuna leaned over the back of the couch, smirking. “Ten seconds before he’s caught.”

“Five,” Monoma countered, pulling out his phone to time it.

“I’ll give him fifteen,” Tetsutetsu said, crossing his arms confidently.

Ibara let out a long sigh, tilting her head toward the kitchen. “Izuku.”

From the kitchen something stirred. A chair scraped faintly against the floor. Heavy footsteps moved with slow, measured certainty.

Ibara lifted the bottle slightly in her hand. “Fetch.”

Out in the woods, Awase staggered between trees, his chest burning, his body screaming at him to stop. He pressed a hand to his knee, gasping, already tasting the bitter tang of victory. Maybe, just maybe, he had escaped.

Then the air shifted.

Cold washed over him like a bucket of ice water.

The hairs on his arms stood on end as that familiar, dreadful chill crawled up his spine.

Awase forced himself to turn.

The last thing he saw was glowing green eyes charging through the trees like death itself

And then everything went black.

Moments later, the door creaked open.

Izuku stepped back into the dorm, draped across his shoulder like a sack of potatoes was Awase, pale and struggling, arms flailing weakly in protest.

“P-please” Awase croaked, his voice wobbling with desperation. “Big guy, listen. Just this once, don’t follow her orders, okay? I’ll--I’ll cook for you! I’ll make katsudon! Hell, I’ll make you a steak dinner every night for a week!”

Izuku didn’t so much as blink. He kept walking with steady, unhurried steps.

The rest of Class 1B had gathered around the common room to watch, laughter barely restrained. A few were already fishing coins from their pockets, paying up on bets.

Izuku stopped at the dining table, then unceremoniously plopped Awase into the nearest chair. The smaller boy groaned, trying to scramble back, but Izuku’s hand pressed firmly on his shoulder, pinning him in place l

Awase’s eyes went wide as Izuku’s other hand came up and he pried Awase’s jaw open.

“Wait, wait, WAIT!” Awase flailed uselessly. “I’m fine, I swear! It’s just a cold! Colds aren’t even real!”

Ibara stepped forward with the patience of a saint. Her expression was calm, her motions smooth as she leveled the spoon. “This will only take a moment.”

“No! Not the-” 

The spoon slid in, dark liquid pouring past his tongue.

Izuku’s hand snapped his mouth shut in the same instant. 

Awase gagged, eyes bulging. His body jerked like he might vomit it right back up. 

Izuku’s towering form loomed over Awase, glowing eyes glaring down at him. The silent message was clear and terrifying

Spit it out and your head leaves with it.

“….”

Awase swallowed. Hard.

Silence fell.

Ibara, satisfied, set the bottle aside and placed a glass of water gently into Awase’s trembling hands. “Good. Drink. It’ll help with the aftertaste.”

Awase downed it in one go, then slammed the glass down, chest heaving. “That was the most horrifying experience of my life.”

From the couch, Setsuna snorted. “Nah, that was the funniest.”

Izuku said nothing, returning to his usual spot by the wall like nothing had happened.

Awase slumped forward, groaning. “Next time I’m sick, just let me die.”

 

The sun had just dipped behind the mountains, casting warm golden rays through the windows. Some of Class B were lounging in the common area, half-asleep, half-complaining about homework.

Ibara stood in the kitchen, peering into the fridge.

“…We’re out of milk,” she said softly, mostly to herself.

Setsuna, nearby, raised an eyebrow from where she was doing the splits on the floor. “What’s the emergency? Are you making pudding again?”

“I was planning to,” Ibara said, closing the fridge. “I’ll need some for the custard.”

Then, without missing a beat, she turned to the figure sitting silently near the window.

“Izuku?”

The stitched guardian raised his head. Glowing eyes locked onto her. He sat perfectly still, like a gargoyle awaiting divine instruction.

“We’re out of milk. Could you pick some up for me?”

He stood immediately. No words. No hesitation.

And with a nod, he turned and exited the dorm.

-5 HOURS LATER-

“Okay,” Kendo said, arms crossed, “I’m starting to get concerned.”

“He probably got lost,” Honenuki offered.

“Or distracted,” Manga said. “Maybe he saw a billboard with the word milk and is now attempting to interrogate it.”

Ibara, sitting at the table, suddenly froze.

“I…” she whispered, eyes going wide. “I never gave him any money.”

The entire room fell silent.

There was a collective oh no energy in the air.

Just as Pony was about to suggest a search party, the front doors slammed open with the force of a divine revelation.

A loud moo echoed through the entry hall.

Everyone turned.

There stood Izuku.

Covered in hay. Holding a rope.

And at the other end of that rope was a cow.

An actual, breathing, full-sized cow now standing in the middle of their hallway. Its bell jingled softly. 

Ibara’s brain… stopped.

He looked perfectly calm like this was the most natural thing in the world. He tilted his head, raised a hand, and signed a simple greeting. 

Angel. Got milk.

Ibara’s lips parted soundlessly. Her soul visibly left her body.

Setsuna dropped her water bottle.

“Is that…”

“A cow,” Monoma whispered, “He brought back a whole cow.”

Izuku led the beast forward gently, like it was the most normal thing in the world. The cow blinked. Mooed softly. Walked right into the common room like it lived there.

“Izuku…” Ibara said, voice trembling not from fear, but from the emotional toll of five years of patience compressed into one moment of what-the-hell.

“I didn’t give you money.”

Izuku nodded once.

Then signed:

Solution acquired.

“Where did you get a cow?!” Kendo half-yelled.

Izuku turned his head toward her, expression neutral.

Helped a farmer. Gave me a cow as thanks

“...What..”

“I’m naming her Faith” Setsuna declared.

“Izuku” Ibara said again, slower now. “I asked you to get milk.”

He turned to her fully now. Stepped forward. Very gently held out his arms, fingers spelling it out:

This makes milk. Infinite milk. For Angel.

Ibara took a long, slow breath.

Then turned and calmly walked into the kitchen.

“Where are you going?” Tetsutetsu asked.

“To pray,” she said softly. “And then call a farm. Or maybe animal control.”

Behind her, Izuku gently pet the cow’s head.

Faith mooed.

 

The common room was buzzing with background noise when the television droned on, filling the silence left by students shuffling in and out.

“…the villain group now being referred to as the Illusionary Trio remains at large,” the anchor announced in a steady voice. “Authorities warn the public that their quirk activations can be identified by the faint scent of lavender. Citizens are advised to—”

The rest blurred into background chatter as the front door swung open.

Ibara stepped in, grocery bag in one arm, a tired sigh slipping out as she nudged her shoes off. Before anyone else could even greet her, a towering shadow moved from the couch. Izuku was already there, silently taking the bag from her arms with practiced ease.

“Thank you,” she said gently, brushing a strand of hair back as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world. Izuku gave no reply, simply hovering at her side until she was settled.

The rest of Class 1B barely batted an eye.

Setsuna, on the other hand, was sprawled across the arm of the couch like a cat, grinning. The moment Ibara passed her, Setsuna draped herself dramatically over her shoulders. “C’mon, Ibaraaa,” she whined. “Let me have some of that favoritism. Order your big scary gargoyle to…I don’t know, carry my books or feed me grapes. Just once.”

Ibara raised an unimpressed brow and nudged her off with a small push of her palm. “No. He does these things willingly. I’m not going to cheapen that by treating him like a circus act.”

Setsuna pouted, muttering something about being “a neglected goddess,” but the conversation was already over.

Ibara turned instead to the Nomu standing patiently by her side. “So, Izuku. What did you do today while I was gone?”

Izuku lifted his hands and signed, steady and unbothered: 

Watched TV.

“That’s good.” Ibara smiled faintly. “What did you watch?”

A long pause. His hands moved again. 

TV.

The room went silent for a beat, then broke into muffled snickers.

“Oh my god,” Pony whispered behind her hand.

“That’s not… technically wrong,” Kinoko offered diplomatically.

Ibara pinched the bridge of her nose, a blush tugging at her cheeks. “You were supposed to entertain yourself, not…”

She trailed off, realizing exactly how literal his obedience had been. 

Before Ibara could sigh, a soft giggle broke the moment. Pony had already bounced across the room, eyes sparkling, and without hesitation grabbed onto Izuku’s arm. In one smooth motion, she climbed him like a jungle gym until she was perched happily on his broad shoulders.

“Woooow, it’s like sitting on top of a skyscraper!” Pony laughed, kicking her feet. “I can see the whole world from up here!”

Izuku didn’t flinch, didn’t so much as tilt his head. He just stood there, towering and silent, his piercing green eyes still locked on Ibara like Pony wasn’t even there.

Setsuna, of course, seized the chance. She jabbed an accusatory finger right at Ibara. “Unbelievable. Pony gets the royal treatment, sitting on the Gargoyle’s shoulders like some kind of princess, but I ask for a single favor and suddenly I’m a manipulative temptress?! This is blatant favoritism!”

Kinoko snorted. “Well… she’s not wrong about the favoritism part.”

Ibara placed one hand on her hip, “Pony just likes to feel tall. Her intentions are pure.” She gave Setsuna a sharp look. “Unlike yours.”

Setsuna gasped, clutching her chest like she’d been mortally wounded. “Slander! My intentions are always pure.”

“Purely mischievous,” Itsuka muttered from the couch, sipping her drink.

 

For once, Class 1-A’s dorms were quiet.

That was, of course, the suspicious kind of quiet, the one that usually meant Bakugo was asleep, or Kaminari had electrocuted himself into submission again.

Momo stood by the front door with her usual composure, a polite smile fixed firmly on her face even as she exhaled through her nose. “I can’t believe this,” she muttered, adjusting her collar “How does one even run out of rice, sugar, and eggs in a single day?”

Beside her, Iida’s hand was already chopping the air with the vigor of a man on a mission. “Because, Yaoyorozu! Responsibility was not properly distributed! Had we implemented a grocery rotation system as I suggested–”

“We’d still be out of groceries because you all let Kaminari and Mineta handle it,” Momo said, her voice clipped but controlled.

Iida deflated slightly. “Fair point.”

Momo sighed “Good thing Itsuka said they had excess so they can share”

The doorbell chimed.

Momo’s expression brightened instantly. “Ah, that must be Class B!” She straightened her blazer as Iida rushed forward to open the door with a flourish. “Welcome, Class 1–”

He froze.

So did Momo.

There standing…was a Nomu, he filled the doorway like a shadow that didn’t belong to the world.

Tall. Broad-shouldered. Skin mapped with old scars and crude stitching that caught the light in uneven ridges. His head tilted, just slightly, the motion too smooth to feel human.

And for one awful, bone-deep second, Momo’s mind simply… stopped.

Her throat went dry. The hum of the lights dimmed. It was the same stillness she’d felt once before…at USJ…and in the training camp. Her body remembered before her mind could catch up.

Every muscle locked. Her breath came shallow, as though the air itself had turned too heavy to swallow.

Beside her, Iida didn’t speak. Didn’t move. His hand, half-raised in greeting, trembled slightly midair. That same cold, instinctive dread of facing something that shouldn’t have ever been alive.

And then he blinked. Once. Slow.

The green light in his eye flickered and focused on them.

And then…

“Good morning!”

The bright, cheerful voice snapped the air in half. Ibara stepped in right behind him, smiling as if nothing at all was wrong. The morning sun hit her hair in a soft halo as she carefully lifted a grocery bag from Izuku’s arm. “Sorry we’re late! I had to stop him from carrying everything by himself”

The silence that followed was suffocating.

Momo blinked. Then again. Then again.

“…Oh,” she said weakly, finally recognizing the stitched-up giant beside Ibara. “Oh. Oh, it’s you.”

Izuku’s glowing eye blinked once, slow and curious.

Iida straightened abruptly, hands raised in a flustered blur. “R-right! Midoriya! Of course! Yes, we, uh…we recall your assistance during the U.S.J. incident! You were..ah…terrifyingly effective!”

Momo shot him a look that screamed stop talking.

But before she could say anything, a distant voice echoed from down the hall.

“Yo, Momo! We’re outta snacks, oh hey, who’s at the…”

Kaminari rounded the corner.

And screamed.

Loud.

So loud that even Bakugo, three floors up, yelled back for him to shut up.

Kaminari’s eyes bugged out as he pointed a shaking hand at Izuku. “NOMU! THAT’S A–THAT’S A–”

Izuku blinked slowly again, tilting his head. His hand came up in a small wave. 

Hello.

Kaminari’s only response was to leap onto the ceiling, clinging to it like a cornered spider monkey.

Momo sighed. “Kaminari, please…”

“HE’S MAKING HAND SIGNS! HE’S SPELLING A CURSE!”

“It’s called communication!” Ibara said brightly, trying not to laugh as she set another grocery bag down. “He’s saying hi.”

Iida stepped forward, trying to regain control. “Everyone remain calm! There is no danger! This Nomu, pardon, Midoriya is…a, um…” He trailed off, glancing at Ibara. “A…student guest?”

Ibara smiled, completely unfazed. “Something like that.”

Another voice piped up from the back of the hall.

“Wait, wait, that’s the Nomu that punched Dabi through three trees, right?” Kirishima asked, poking his head out from the corner, eyes wide.

Ibara hesitated. “…Yes?”

Kirishima’s jaw dropped. “DUDE. LEGEND.”

At this point, Kaminari was still attached to the ceiling like a terrified house gecko.

Then the door to the common room opened again, and Itsuka Kendo stepped“Okay, what’s going on here…oh.”

Her eyes landed on Izuku, Kaminari, and two sweaty teenagers who looked like they recently saw death. Her expression didn’t even twitch.

“You’ll get used to it,” she said dryly, brushing past Izuku.

But the look in her eyes, flat and exhausted, suggested she’d had this exact same conversation every day since he joined their dorm.

Behind her, Izuku quietly handed Momo a bag labeled “vegetables,” his movements gentle, almost delicate despite his size. Momo hesitated before taking it, murmuring a quiet thank you.

 

Kinoko was skipping down the dorm hallway with a stack of letters in her arms, Pony trailing behind like an overworked postal assistant. Between them, envelopes and small parcels teetered dangerously with each step.

“Mail call!” Kinoko chirped, balancing the wobbling tower like a circus act. “We’ve got letters for Class 1B!”

“Some are magazines!” Pony added. “And one smells like perfume! Weird!”

A collective groan rolled through the common room. Mail day had long since lost its novelty. Most of it was fan letters, internship offers, or Monoma’s occasional cease and desist from whatever company he’d impersonated online last week.

But today, as Pony set the pile down and Kinoko began sorting, something strange happened.

The stack for Izuku didn’t stop growing.

First one letter.

Then two.

Then an entire bundled pack of pink, cream, and gold envelopes tied together with a delicate ribbon.

The sound of paper hitting the table finally drew Ibara’s attention from her tea. She blinked, then sighed softly, that particular sigh that carried the weight of both patience and resignation.

“…Of course.”

Izuku, sitting at the far end of the couch, tilted his head. His glowing eyes flickered down at the mountain of letters like a confused cat presented with a tax form.

Kinoko, meanwhile, looked delighted. “Wow, Midoriya! You’ve got, like…a lot of mail!”

“Love letters,” Pony corrected. “There’s lipstick on this one.”

That got everyone’s attention. Class 1B collectively leaned closer. Reiko, quiet and unreadable as always, reached out and picked up the top letter. “This one’s scented,” she murmured. “Orchids. Fancy.”

Ibara closed her eyes for a second, already bracing for whatever chaos this would bring. “Reiko, please don’t–”

Too late. The envelope was open.

Reiko unfolded the paper neatly and began to read aloud. “To my dearest Midoriya. Though we have yet to meet, I saw your image during the UA showcase and knew immediately fate had stitched our souls together…”

The entire room went dead quiet.

Reiko looked up, her face unreadable. “It’s a marriage proposal. She even taped a ring. Platinum, I think. Probably real.”

Pony tilted her head, squinting at the next letter. “This one’s from a pro hero. Uh… Pixiebob? She says she’s inviting him for ‘husband training.’”

Ibara groaned into her hands. “I swear if she sends another one, I’m reporting it to Mandalay.”

Izuku sat perfectly still the entire time, expression blank, letters still untouched. His glowing eyes darted from one envelope to another as if he were trying to find the hidden logic behind it all. There wasn’t any.

Finally, he looked at Ibara.

She met his gaze, exhaled, and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Just… pick it all up and take it to our room.”

He tilted his head slightly

“We’ll Sort them,” she continued tiredly. “The ones that need to be burned, the ones that can be returned, and… whatever needs to be kept.”

“Kept?” Setsuna echoed, smirking. “What kind of letters fall under ‘kept,’ exactly?”

Ibara didn’t even dignify that with a response. She just pressed her palms together and muttered something about divine patience under her breath as Izuku obediently gathered the mountain of love mail in his arms.

 

A/N: This scene includes some scenes of blood and body trauma. Nothing too graphic, but if you’re squeamish, maybe don’t read it over dinner.

The streets of Musutafu were calm that afternoon. The faint rustle of shopping bags, the hum of a passing train in the distance, and the occasional chatter of people filled the air as she and Izuku walked side by side down the narrow street.

Ibara was the only one speaking, as usual. “Honestly, I swear Jurota’s appetite is getting worse every week,” she sighed, adjusting the small paper bag in her arms. “I told him to pace himself during meals, but nooo, he’s bulking, he says. And don’t get me started on Kosei’s new all-protein diet. I’m fairly certain he’s turning into a chicken.”

Izuku, as always, made no reply. He just walked quietly beside her, carrying three large boxes like they weighed nothing.

Ibara turned her head slightly about to tell something else until a soft oof! and a tiny yelp broke through the quiet.

Ibara blinked, startled. The source came from near Izuku’s leg. A small figure had bumped right into him and now sat on the ground, rubbing her nose.

“Oh my,” Ibara said softly, immediately setting her groceries down and crouching. “Are you alright, little one?”

The girl looked up. White hair spilled around her face in uneven strands, and wide red eyes shimmered with the shock of almost crying. Bandages wrapped her thin arms. She looked fragile

Before Ibara could reach out, the little girl’s gaze drifted higher… and higher… until it met Izuku.

Her breath hitched.

Izuku hadn’t moved an inch, three boxes stacked in his arms, shadow casting long and heavy under the afternoon sun. His stitched skin, the dark patches across his face, and those unnatural glowing green eyes staring down without expression he looked more like a nightmare than a man.

The girl hiccuped in fear.

The air grew still. Even Ibara’s hand paused halfway toward her.

But then, softly, Ibara spoke. “It’s alright. This is my good friend, Izuku.”

Izuku tilted his head slightly, then crouched down as Ibara gestured him to kneel so he wouldn’t tower over the girl.

The boxes didn’t even shake as he lowered them to the ground and sank onto one knee,.

Ibara smiled. “See? He’s kind.”

The little girl blinked, glancing between her and the kneeling Izuku. Her wide red eyes shimmered beneath messy bangs, and for a moment she looked ready to bolt.

Ibara reached out a hand, seeing the motion the girl flinched making Ibara recoil her hand. “It’s alright, I’m not going to hurt you.” her voice was quiet and reassuring.

When Ibara’s hand made contact with the little girl's arms her eyes narrowed. ‘She’s trembling’ was what she concluded. Ibara’s mind raced as to why but it was interrupted by a calm male voice breaking through the quiet. 

“Ah, there you are.”

Both Ibara and Izuku turned toward the sound. From the mouth of the alley, a man stepped into view. A dark green jacket, and over his face a beaked, bird-like mask, glinting faintly beneath the streetlights.

The child froze.

The man’s tone was polite, practiced even. “My apologies. My daughter tends to wander off when she plays. I hope she didn’t trouble you.”

Ibara straightened slowly, still keeping one hand protectively on the girl’s shoulder. “Oh no, not at all ” she said with a light laugh. “She just took a little tumble. I was worried, that’s all.”

“Come now, Eri,” the man said, his head tilting slightly to the side. “Let’s go home.”

The child’s hands only tightened on Ibara’s skirt, knuckles pale. Ibara glanced down, meeting the trembling girl’s eyes, and her heart sank. 

Fear.

The man gave another soft chuckle beneath the mask. “I’m sorry, she’s been rather rebellious lately.”

Ibara mirrored his laugh, though her hand instinctively pulled the girl a bit closer to her. “That’s just how children are sometimes,” she said lightly, her thumb brushing reassuringly through the girl’s hair.

But inside, her pulse was steady and cold. She didn’t need to be a detective to recognize the difference between a stubborn child and a terrified one. And this, little girl named Eri, was unmistakably the latter.

Still smiling, Ibara straightened just a little, her voice calm and polite as ever, even as her mind raced for what to do next.

Something about this man set every instinct she had screaming danger.

Izuku hadn’t moved once since the man appeared, but his piercing green eyes had fixed entirely on the stranger. 

The man smiled faintly beneath his mask, the gesture failing to reach his eyes.

Ibara’s own smile didn’t falter, but her mind was spinning. ‘Think, Ibara, think’. Every instinct screamed that something was wrong. The child was trembling against her, clutching her skirt with desperate fingers. 

But she couldn’t just grab the girl and run. Not here, not now. Not with no proof and a man like that standing in front of her.

If she moved too soon, it would look like kidnapping. If she did nothing, she’d be handing a terrified child back to someone who clearly wasn’t what he claimed.

Her lips curved into a polite, sympathetic expression, the kind you’d see from someone trying to make small talk with a stranger. “That’s quite a lot of bandages for a little one,” she said, voice light but steady. “Has she been hurt?”

The man’s sigh was soft, weary, and perfectly measured. “She’s clumsy,” he replied. “Always tripping, always scraping herself up. I’ve told her time and again to be careful… but she never listens.”

Ibara felt Eri flinch at her side. It was small, just a twitch, but it said everything.

She forced a little laugh, brushing Eri’s hair lightly as if smoothing it down. “Children will be children,” she said, her tone warm and easy. “It happens all the time.” Her mind, though, was a storm. 

Her eyes flicked toward the man, then back to the trembling child. “Actually,” she said after a heartbeat, “I have a few fresh bandages in my bag. I can change hers for her, if you’d like. These look a little worn.”

The man tilted his head slightly, and even with the mask, Ibara could sense the polite refusal forming. “That won’t be necessary,” he said. “I’ll take care of it when we get home.”

Ibara smiled again, the picture of polite insistence. “Oh, I don’t mind at all. I insist, really it’ll only take a moment.”

Then, as if the thought had just come to her, she gestured toward Izuku. “And while I help her, my friend can keep her entertained. He’s very gentle. I’m sure she’d love a ride on his shoulders.”

Silence fell like a drawn breath.

The man didn’t respond immediately, his gaze moving slowly…to Izuku. Those green eyes stared back, unblinking. For a heartbeat, the only sound was the faint rustle of the wind and the distant hum of traffic.

Tension wound itself through the air, taut and invisible. Ibara’s heart thudded, but she stood her ground, her expression still pleasant, her hand still resting gently on the child’s head.

She didn’t move. Neither did he.

The quiet stretched longer

Then, with a tilt of his head, the man turned back toward Ibara. Even with the mask concealing his expression, she could feel the scowl that formed beneath it, a faint shift in posture, the way his shoulders tensed. But in the next breath, the tension vanished as if it had never been there. He shrugged lightly, his tone slipping back into that calm and polite

“Well…” he said, “it can’t be helped if someone wishes to be a good samaritan. There’s a park nearby. You can redo the bandages there. We can take the alley it’s quicker.”

Ibara smiled, polite and radiant as ever, the picture of gratitude. “That’s very kind of you,” she said, adjusting the child in her arms. “Though… the alley does look a little scary.” She turned her head toward Izuku, eyes twinkling. “You’ll protect me, won’t you?”

Izuku didn’t even blink. His hands moved with quiet precision.

Always.

She then scooped Eri up in her arms. The girl didn’t resist, though her small fingers clutched tightly at Ibara’s sleeve. The tremor in her hands hadn’t stopped.

Izuku hefted the three boxes of groceries, plus the paper bag Ibara had left on the curb as if they weighed nothing. The sight would’ve been comical under different circumstances.

A stitched-up man who looked like he’d stepped out of a horror film, dutifully carrying an entire week’s worth of groceries while trailing behind a girl in a sundress and a stranger in a plague mask.

The alley swallowed them soon after, the light dimming as the walls narrowed.

The man kept an easy pace, hands tucked into his pockets as he made small talk. “You two seem close,” he said over his shoulder, voice as casual as the breeze. “Is the tall fellow your boyfriend?”

Ibara smiled, a quick, rehearsed laugh slipping free. “Yes,” she said. “We were just heading home from our grocery date.”

“Ah.” He hummed softly. “I see. My apologies for taking up your time.”

“Not at all,” she said. “It’s no trouble. I’m happy to help.”

The air thickened as they walked deeper. The hum of the city faded behind them, leaving only the sound of shoes brushing against gravel and the soft clink of glass bottles shifting in the grocery boxes Izuku carried.

“Such a shame,” the man murmured, the softness gone from his voice.

Ibara blinked, her smile faltering just slightly. “…Pardon?”

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he slid one glove off with deliberate calm, the motion too fluid to be casual. 

“It had to end like this,” he said at last, his tone dipping lower, quieter, colder. His head turned not toward Ibara, not even toward Izuku, but toward the trembling girl in her arms. “All you had to do… was listen.”

Eri’s breath hitched, and for a second, the world seemed to hold still. Then her eyes widened in panic and before Ibara could react, the little girl squirmed free from her arms and jumped, landing with a stumble.

“Eri!” Ibara gasped

Eri stumbled forward, small hands scraping against the rough ground as she tried to run.

She only made it three steps before something stopped her, firm but careful.

A large hand wrapped around her wrist.

Eri looked up, breath catching in her throat. It was him, the tall one, the monster, the one whose eyes glowed faintly even in the half-light of the alley. He wasn’t looking at her though. His gaze was locked on the man ahead. 

“Let go,” she whispered, tugging weakly. “Please… he’ll hurt you… he’ll hurt both of you.”

Her voice cracked.

Ibara turned sharply toward the man just in time to see his bare hand press flat against the brick wall beside him. His head tilted ever so slightly, the motion almost courteous.

“Get your hand away from her,” he said.

Then the world tore open.

The wall beside them erupted, stone and dust flying outward as spikes burst through, jagged and fast. The air filled with the sharp crack of impact, the sound echoing like a gunshot through the narrow alley.

Ibara’s breath hitched too late to move, too late to think.

And then came blood.

It spattered across the wall, a streak of crimson cutting through the gray. Drops hit the ground in uneven rhythm, dark and heavy.

Eri froze. The sound, the smell, it was all too familiar. Her small chest heaved as her eyes darted wildly, searching, trembling.

All she could hear was the ringing in her ears. Then, a drip. Another. Drip.

She blinked once. Twice. The world swam red.

Ibara stood frozen in front of her, blood splattered up her arms, across her cheek, her body half-turned as if she’d been reaching out to shield her. But Eri couldn’t tell if she was breathing. Couldn’t tell if she was alive. The smell of iron filled the alley so strongly it stung her throat.

And then…something moved.

When Ibara opened her eyes again, her pulse was pounding in her ears. She tasted copper in her mouth, smelled blood heavy in the air.

For a single, disoriented second, she thought she was dead.

But no, her body was fine. She felt… fine. Whole. Warm, even.

She blinked, looked down, and saw a tiny, trembling figure clutching her skirt. 

Eri.

Ibara’s heart leapt to her throat. She scooped the child into her arms and turned 

“Oh… god.”

Izuku stood between her and the wall. Or what was left of him.

Spikes, long, jagged, some still dripping, pierced through nearly every part of his body. His arms, his legs, his torso. Even his shoulder and part of his face.

He had taken it all. Every single one meant for her.

For a moment, Ibara couldn’t move. Couldn’t even breathe. The sight was too much, too raw. But then she saw it.

One of his eyes, the left one, the only one still visible beneath the mess of blood and metal — slowly turned toward her.

It glowed faintly. Calm. 

He was still there.

Ibara exhaled shakily, half in relief, half in disbelief. “You idiot…” she whispered, voice trembling despite the tiny, helpless laugh that escaped her. “You’re alive.”

The man straightened with a weary sigh, his tone calm but edged with disdain. “Your boyfriend’s an idiot.”

He raised his bare hand toward the cracked wall again, palm spreading ready to fire off another barrage

CRASH.

The spikes behind him exploded outward. Shards of concrete and twisted metal scattered as something tore through them with feral speed.

Before he could even blink, it was already on him.

A glowing green eye, sharp and feral, cut through the haze of dust and blood. The man barely got his hand up before a massive grip caught his wrist midair an iron vice closing around it with sickening force.

He gasped, a sharp inhale swallowed by the sound of bones creaking under pressure. “What–”

The question never finished. His other wrist was seized just as tightly, and suddenly his body lifted clean off the ground.

“Gh!” His voice cracked into a grunt of pain as his feet kicked uselessly against the tall man’s legs. “Let…go..!

The man struggled, teeth grinding behind his mask as he tried to activate his quirk only to realize both hands, both palms, were trapped in that inhuman grip.

The sound of strain filled the alley. Not from Izuku but from the man whose joints were cracking one after another.

Then the man’s eyes darted down. What he saw turned his blood cold.

The holes, those fatal, gaping holes, that riddled the man’s body were closing. Flesh rippled and crawled as if something alive moved beneath it. Bone knit together with audible clicks, muscle fibers weaving like cords pulled by invisible hands. The skin sealed last, pale and scarred, leaving behind only faint traces of blood.

Even the torn side of his head began to reform, first the jaw, then cheek, and then his eye socket. The dim light of the alley caught on the surface of a newly formed iris, glowing an unholy green.

For the first time, the man stopped fighting.

Because what stared back at him wasn’t human.

It wasn’t a person. It was a….monster.

Izuku’s expression didn’t shift, didn’t even register anger. He simply stared, unblinking. Then, slowly, his fingers tightened.

The man realized what was about to happen. “Wait–!”

SNAP.

The sound was sharp, final.

The man’s wrists hung limp, twisted into angles no joint should know. His muffled cry caught halfway between a scream and a wet gasp cut short when Izuku’s hand clamped over his face.

The man’s mask cracked under his palm, shattering like a brittle bone.

Blood trickled through Izuku’s fingers, seeping down the man’s throat as he struggled. And still, Izuku didn’t move. Just stood there.

Then came the sound. That low, tearing sound of flesh rearranging itself. The skin of his forearm rippled as something beneath it began to shift, pushing outward, bone reshaping, muscles tightening. His fingers elongated, darkened, hardened into jagged edges. The claw that formed gleamed under the dim alley light, its tips catching a little amount of blood from his earlier injuries.

The man saw it. His eyes went wide, pupils shrinking to nothing. He tried to pull away, tried to speak, but Izuku’s grip held fast.

And then he raised his arm.

The world seemed to slow, the hum of the city gone, the wind holding its breath, until a thin snap echoed through the alley.

Green vines, thin, delicate, and trembling, coiled tightly around Izuku’s wrist, halting the downward arc of his arm.

Ibara.

Her vines shivered with strain, her entire body tense as she stood at the far end of the alley. In her arms, Eri was buried against her stomach

“Stop,” Ibara said softly. Her voice trembled once before it steadied, clear and firm despite the quake in her chest. “That’s enough.”

And just like that, the monster known as Izuku obeyed.

Slowly, his hand loosened. The man dropped like a broken puppet, hitting the ground with a dull thud. His body curled inward instinctively, gasping in pain through the shattered remains of his mask.

Izuku didn’t look at him. He didn’t even spare a glance. He turned toward Ibara and crouched down low. He raised one hand, signing the familiar motion 

Is Angel okay?

Ibara’s breath caught. Her throat felt tight, caught somewhere between a sob and a laugh. She exhaled through her nose, shaky but gentle, and reached out to touch his cheek. Her fingers brushed against the stitched skin, still warm, still alive.

She smiled. “I’m fine,” she whispered, her voice as soft as her touch.

She turned her gaze toward the man on the ground. He lay curled, wheezing through broken breaths. For a moment, she could almost forget what he’d tried to do…almost. The crunch of glass under her shoe pulled her back.

Ibara shifted her hold on the small girl clinging to her dress. “It’s fine now,” she murmured softly. “It’s all over.”

Eri lifted her tear-rimmed eyes, voice breaking. “A-am I… going back?”

Ibara froze for a heartbeat, then shook her head firmly. “No, sweetheart. You’re not. We’ll call the authorities, they'll help sort everything out, okay?”

Eri sniffled, but nodded, her small hands curling in the fabric of Ibara’s dress as though anchoring herself there.

Ibara shifted slightly, one arm still holding Eri while the other fumbled for her phone. The bright screen lit her face, and she tried to tap through her contacts, but her fingers kept missing the right icons. Her hands wouldn’t stop shaking.

“Come on,” she muttered under her breath, tapping harder, swiping, fumbling again. Her pulse thudded in her ears,why wouldn’t it open…

A large hand suddenly covered the screen.

Ibara blinked, startled, and looked up. Izuku stood before her, his face still streaked with dried blood, eyes glowing faintly in the dim alley light. He just stood there his expression unreadable.

He signed once, slow:

Is Angel okay?

For a second, she could only stare. Then, despite the ache building behind her eyes, she let out a quiet laugh. It came out shakier than she wanted. “I told you,” she said softly. “I’m fine.”

She looked back down at her phone, trying again to open the emergency app but he moved his hand slightly, catching her attention again.

This time, his motions were firmer. More insistent.

Angel is not okay.

The world felt too quiet then. Even the city beyond the alley seemed to fade.

Her fingers stilled. “…What?”

Izuku’s hands moved again, slower now, uncertain like he was afraid the words themselves might hurt her.

Did I do something wrong?

Her heart twisted.

Before she could answer, his next gestures came, halting between each one.

Did I upset Angel?

Her mouth opened but nothing came out.

And then the last sign. The one that made something inside her break apart completely.

Is Angel afraid of me?

For a long second, Ibara didn’t move. The phone hung uselessly from her fingers. The world around them blurred, the man groaning, the faint hum of cars in the distance, even Eri’s quiet sniffles, all of it faded into the background.

Then Ibara exhaled, shaky but certain, and stepped forward.

Her hands came up to his face, cupping his stitched cheeks with care. She could feel the faint warmth under her palms, the slow, steady hum of life that shouldn’t exist but did anyway. Her forehead touched his.

“Never,” she said, voice soft but resonant, every word pressed against him like a vow.

It wasn’t just a promise for the moment. It was something older, something that had been said before in another lifetime. The same way she’d whispered it when they were children, when he’d come back scraped and bruised but smiling. The same way she’d said it again, trembling and broken, when she saw him at the USJ, when he was no longer a boy but a Nomu, twisted and rebuilt into something he never chose to be.

Never. She will never be afraid of him.

How could she, when every part of that monstrous shell still protected, still remembered her name? Even when he couldn’t recall his own, even when the only word he seemed to hold onto was Angel.

That word alone was enough.

Ibara’s breath left her in a slow, unsteady sigh as she pulled away, her hands lingering against his face. She looked his features and asked softly, “Are you alright?”

Izuku tilted his head slightly, as if the question itself didn’t make sense to him. His expression didn’t change, but after a pause, he signed once.

Yes.

Ibara smiled, though her eyes were still damp. “You always say that,” she murmured, brushing her thumb along his cheek. “And somehow, I always believe you.”

Her hand fell away, resting lightly against her chest as she steadied her breathing. The words came slowly, tenderly. “You’ll be alright, I know that. You always come back, no matter how bad it gets.” She gave a small, shaky laugh. “But… you need to promise me something, Izuku. No matter what happens, no matter how bad it hurts, or how much it takes…you’ll always come back to me.”

Her voice trembled at the end, the edges of her composure fraying. “I already lost you once. I can’t do that again.”

For a long moment, he just looked at her. The faint hum of light in his eye caught hers.

Then, without hesitation, his hands moved.

I promise.

Ibara’s breath caught, then she smiled a tired, honest smile that reached all the way to her eyes. “Good,” she whispered. “Then we’re even.”

She slipped her phone into his hand, her fingers brushing his knuckles. “Now, please contact the police for me. My hands are…rather shaky.”

Izuku nodded once, obediently lowering his gaze as his large hands fumbled delicately with the small device.

 

It had been a week.

A week since the alley.

A week since the interviews, the reports, the awkwardly long questions about "how exactly" a vigilante looking man managed to disable a known Yakuza boss without technically killing him.

And a week since Principal Nezu smiled through the entire court summons and said, with the politest tilt of his head, “I’ll handle it.”

And somehow…he did.

So things… settled. 

Or at least, as “settled” as Class 1B ever got.

The common room was unusually quiet that morning. 

Then the TV crackled to life, and the anchor’s voice broke the peace.

“Breaking news: The Yakuza organization led by the now arrested Kai Chisaki, also known as Overhaul, has officially been dismantled following a coordinated investigation by Sir Nighteye’s agency and a report from several U.A. students, whose identities will remain private for their protection.”

Every head turned. Slowly. Toward one particular seat.

Ibara blinked, then smiled that tight, too sweet smile that said, I’m fine, everything’s fine, please stop looking at me.

Itsuka was the first to break the silence.

“I think,” she said slowly, “we’re all in agreement that the ‘unnamed U.A. student’ is our very own Christian girl?”

A chorus of agreement followed.

Ibara’s smile froze. “O-oh, you don’t know that for sure”

“Oh, come on.” Setsuna leaned back on the couch, smirking. “You disappeared for hours, came home covered in blood, and said ‘everything’s fine, trust in the Lord.’ That’s the most suspicious thing anyone could’ve said.”

“Alright, next question!” Monoma called from the kitchen, pointing dramatically with a spatula. “All in agreement that the guy who broke Overhaul’s wrists was in fact our dear domesticated nightmare?”

Another chorus of agreement followed.

Ibara groaned, sinking into her chair as her face turned red. “That’s…you can’t just…it wasn’t”

“Oh, it totally was,” Pony giggled. “It’s on the news! It says ‘severe fractures consistent with enhanced strength,’ and I thought yep, that’s Izuku alright.”

Poor Ibara was practically glowing red at this point.

Kinoko, ever the cheerful one, tilted her head. “There’s also the fact you two came home with a random child.”

Monoma blinked. “Wait, yeah! What about that?” He pointed dramatically toward the corner of the room.

Every gaze followed the direction of his finger and landed on the most, at this point, that most normal sight Class 1B has seen.

Izuku.

The stitched-up Nomu crouched neatly by the wall. His hands were moving in careful, rhythmic precision as he folded laundry.

And right beside him, half-hidden behind a stack of neatly folded towels, was a tiny girl with white hair and red eyes.

She peeked out from behind his shoulder, clutching the hem of his sleeve like a safety blanket. The second the class noticed her, she ducked right back behind him.

The silence that followed was… not peaceful. It was the sound of teenage brains collectively short-circuiting.

Kosei was the first to speak, his voice somewhere between awe and confusion. “That is a child…right?”

“Is it their child?” Tetsutetsu added, half-whispering.

“It’s not…” Ibara began, mortified, “--she’s not…he’s not–she’s staying with us temporarily!”

“Us?” Pony repeated, eyebrows rising. “Like…as your daughter?”

More staring.

Ibara was seconds away from combusting.

Itsuka, ever the composed class president and unofficial babysitter of Class 1B, pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. “Okay,” she started slowly, like she was talking someone off a ledge. “So let me get this straight. You and Izuku now… have a kid to take care of.”

Ibara blinked. “Temporarily.”

“Uh huh.” Itsuka nodded, clearly not convinced. “And said kid just happens to be the same one connected to that Yakuza incident. The one that apparently involved, oh, I don’t know, a literal underground crime boss?”

Ibara looked away. “…Possibly.”

“And that same boss,” Itsuka continued, rubbing her temples, “was found half-conscious, ranting about some green-eyed monster that broke his wrists.”

Ibara opened her mouth, shut it again, then tried a weak laugh. “That’s… a coincidence.”

The silence that followed was deafening. Itsuka just stared at her flat, unimpressed, every inch the weary mother figure she’d unwillingly become.

“Go ahead,” she said. “Lie to me.”

Ibara sagged in defeat, her hands coming together like a guilty child caught sneaking snacks before dinner. “…Hypothetically speaking,” she murmured, “That is what happened.”

A long, suffering sigh left Itsuka’s lips as she leaned back against the couch. “Why can’t we just be side characters? Is that really too much to ask?”

Across the room, Tetsutetsu was undeterred by all this moral exhaustion. “Come on, Prez! Look on the bright side!” he said, pumping a fist in the air. “At least Class 1B’s finally getting some recognition! No more being background extras!”

He grinned wide and began walking toward the corner of the room, where the very embodiment of “Class 1-B chaos magnet” sat.

Still crouched neatly beside the laundry pile, folding each piece with almost mechanical precision. Eri sat beside him, knees tucked under her chin, clutching his sleeve like it was a lifeline.

Tetsutetsu crouched down, voice gentle for once. “Hey there, kiddo. I’m Tetsutetsu. Nice to meet y-”

Eri’s eyes widened like a startled rabbit’s. She squeaked, a tiny, fearful sound, and ducked further behind Izuku’s shoulder.

Tetsutetsu froze.

Izuku didn’t move for a long second. Then, slowly, his head turned.

The glowing green eye that fixed on Tetsutetsu said everything words couldn’t.

Come closer and I’ll bite

Tetsutetsu straightened so fast he nearly pulled something in his back. “Cool! Nice talk, little buddy! You two… you two do your thing.”

Ibara sighed, rubbing her temples as the rest of the class gawked. “Before anyone panics,” she began, her tone patient but clearly tired, “I ordered him to be Eri’s… guard dog. So to speak.”

“Guard dog,” Monoma repeated slowly, his eyebrow twitching.

“Yes,” Ibara confirmed, with the kind of calm that only came from long term acceptance of absurdity. “She’s on his priority list. Right after me.”

The class collectively blinked.

“So,” Itsuka said carefully, “you’re saying if anyone makes her nervous…”

“They get a warning,” Ibara finished, smiling sweetly like that explained everything.

“And if they ignore the warning?” asked Kosei, half-joking.

“He won’t kill them,” Ibara said quickly, because apparently she’d had to clarify that before. “I made sure to stick that in.”

The silence that followed was full of horrified curiosity.

“...Define ‘won’t kill,’” Setsuna muttered under her breath.

Ibara folded her hands together, all grace and serenity. “He’ll just make them go unconscious.”

“‘Just’” Monoma repeated faintly.

From the corner, Eri peeked out again, eyes big and round as she clung to Izuku’s sleeve. Izuku, for his part, didn’t even look up from folding another towel.

 

Raze was so close to the dream.

He could already see it, his name printed across holographic billboards, the headlines calling him The Next Big Hero, sponsors begging him to wear their gear. Maybe even a calendar deal. All he needed was a few perfect patrols, a few good arrests, maybe a lucky viral clip of him posing in the sunset.

Easy.

“Alright, Raze,” his manager’s voice buzzed through the earpiece, nasally and too chipper for 8 a.m. “Stick to the main block, keep visibility high, smile at civilians, wave for pictures-”

“Yeah, yeah, I know the drill,” Raze muttered, adjusting his hero visor as he strutted down the street. “Walk, pose, sparkle, stop some purse snatchers, boom, Top Ten here I come.”

The voice kept going. “And don’t forget, if you see anything even remotely resembling a Nomu-”

“Oh my god, not this again,” Raze groaned. “Do you honestly think a Nomu’s gonna stroll through Musutafu on a Thursday? What’s it gonna do, grab a latte and ask for the Wi-Fi?”

“It’s protocol,” the manager said, unfazed. “If you spot one, do not engage. Contact a Top Ten immediately.”

“Yeah, yeah. Call Endeavor, run for my life, blah blah, got it,” he replied, waving off the warning as he rounded the next corner.

And then…he saw it.

A Nomu.

It was like the universe heard him talking shit and said bet.

Raze froze mid-step.

The thing standing halfway down the sidewalk made his blood go cold. Easily six feet, maybe more. Lean but built, like someone spliced together a martial artist and a corpse and called it a day. Glowing green eyes. Purple skin, stitched in uneven patches across the arms and jaw.

Raze’s breath caught. His every heroic instinct screamed “run,” yet his body didn’t listen

Then…the Nomu turned its head to his direction.

And that was all it took.

Raze shrieked like a full-on horror movie scream shrieked and bolted in the opposite direction, cape flapping uselessly behind him.

“MANAGER! MANAGER!!” he yelled into his earpiece, sprinting like a track star with death on his heels. “NOMU! NOMU IN THE CITY! I REPEAT THERE IS A NOMU AT XXX STREET, ROCKY SPACE ICE CREAM STORE. HELP! CALL ENDEAVOR! CALL EVERYONE! OH MY GOD HE LOOKED AT ME-”

Raze’s voice faded into the distance, echoing down the street like a dying seagull.

Back where he’d fled from, the so-called ‘Nomu’ simply stood there.

Izuku tilted his head.

He blinked once, slowly, then glanced toward the glass storefront beside him as the door jingled open.

Out stepped Ibara, serene as always, balancing two ice-cream cones in her hands. Behind her, a smaller figure emerged, Eri, with a careful grip on a vanilla cone

“Sorry for the wait,” Ibara said, smiling up at Izuku. “They were out of strawberry, so I got you matcha instead.”

Eri shuffled along behind her, clutching the edge of Ibara’s dress. The moment her eyes found Izuku, though, she quietly detached herself and gravitated straight to his side, fingers curling around the fabric of his pant leg 

Ibara giggled softly at the sight. “Oh dear, looks like she prefers you more than me.”

Eri’s cheeks flushed faintly. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled, voice barely above a whisper.

“It’s alright,” Ibara said, patting her head with a fond smile. “It makes sense. He’s the one that beat Chisaki, after all.”

Eri blinked up at her, then back at Izuku. She didn’t answer, just gave the smallest nod and returned to quietly nibbling her cone, the sunlight glinting off the melting edges.

Ibara turned and offered Izuku his ice cream. “Here. Before it melts.”

Izuku stared at it. Then, with deliberate care, he raised it to his mouth and took a slow, tentative bite.

Ibara giggled, covering her mouth. “You’ve improved. Remember the first time you tried ice cream again? One chomp and it was gone.”

Izuku blinked at her, chewing thoughtfully. The cone cracked faintly in his grip.

Before she could tease him further, the calm summer air was shattered by a deafening BOOM!

A wave of heat rolled down the street, scattering papers and rattling signs.

Eri yelped, clutching Izuku’s leg tighter. 

“WHERE IS THE NOMU?!”

The voice was a roar of authority, gravel, and pure exasperation. Smoke cleared to reveal the No.2 Hero himself.

He scanned the area, fists ablaze….until his gaze landed on them.

Ibara.

Eri.

And the ‘Nomu’

The fire dimmed almost instantly.

“Oh,” Endeavor said flatly. “It’s you.” He pinched the bridge of his nose and muttered into his earpiece. “False alarm. I repeat, false alarm. It’s just Ibara and her friend again.”

A pause.

“Yes, I’m sure….No, it’s not a hostile Nomu, it’s the polite one.” Another sigh. “Yes, that one.”

Without another word, he ignited his flames and rocketed back into the sky, leaving only a gust of wind and the faint smell of scorched asphalt.

Ibara exhaled softly, tucking a stray vine back into place. “Well. That was… something.”

She turned to the small girl beside her, smiling again like nothing had happened. “So, Eri do you like your flavor?”

Eri nodded shyly. “It’s good.”

 

UA was many things: a fortress, a school, a circus of superpowered teenagers but around festival season, it became something far worse.

A construction site.

Every hallway, area, was a minefield of paint cans, streamers, power tools, and stressed-out students screaming about budgets. It was the kind of cheerful chaos that could make even the most optimistic hero-in-training question their life choices.

And yet, it was tradition.

The Culture Festival was coming, and every class was scrambling to outdo the others. Class 1-A was already arguing about dance choreography, support course students were welding something that looked suspiciously illegal, and general studies had entered a cold war over whose karaoke setup was louder.

In the midst of it all, Class 1B’s dorm stood like an oasis of relative calm.

Relative.

Because while everyone else was losing their minds over balloon arches and confetti cannons, Ibara Shiozaki had made a suggestion that sent an entirely different kind of ripple through U.A.

“Why don’t we let Izuku help other classes set up for the festival?”

It was simple, innocent, well meaning like all good ideas that spiraled out of control.

Within hours, Principal Nezu himself had approved the plan. After all, who wouldn’t want to utilize U.A.’s very own reformed Nomu? Teachers agreed, provided Ibara remained the one to authorize his tasks, and Izuku would even receive some form of compensation, likely in the form of coupons or free lunches, but it was something.

And so, for the first time since joining Class 1B, Izuku Midoriya wasn’t just the silent guardian of their dorm that would wait for Ibara by the door, despite her saying he can do something else.

He became a campus wide handyman

If a booth needed lifting? Izuku.

If a stage needed assembling? Izuku.

If someone accidentally glued themselves to a prop?…Izuku…somehow.

He moved through the school like a phantom in work gloves, quiet, efficient, and terrifyingly polite. He’d appear, fix the problem, bow, sign a brief Done and vanish again. Rumor had it that the Support Department wanted to hire him permanently.

But that wasn’t the weird part.

The weird part was that no matter where he went, no matter what class he was assigned to, he always, always, ended up back beside Ibara the moment he finished.

Not at the dorms. Not waiting around the corner. Exactly beside her.

It didn’t matter if she was gardening behind the dorm, rehearsing with her class, or hanging decorations halfway across campus, somehow, within minutes, he’d appear behind her like a polite ghost.

At first, everyone thought it was coincidence. Then it kept happening.

Kendo called it devotion.

Monoma called it creepy.

Setsuna called it science.

So naturally, they decided to test it.

Which was how Class 1B, with the help of a very amused Momo Yaoyorozu, found themselves standing in a desert in the middle of nowhere.

Izuku stood silent and obedient as always, his glowing eyes calm beneath the sun.

Setsuna crouched beside him, grinning. “Okay, theory time! Our boy here’s got some kinda Angel GPS built into that stitched up noggin. I say we prove it.”

“This is ridiculous,” Ibara’s voice crackled through the phone Monoma was holding, tone patient but tired. “I cannot believe I agreed to this. Why am I even letting you people drag him to the middle of nowhere?”

“Science,” Setsuna said proudly. “Also boredom.”

Tetsutetsu raised a hand. “Also, I kinda wanna see if he, like… triangulates or something.”

Kendo sighed. “We’ve officially lost our minds.”

Ibara exhaled on the other end. “Fine. But if he gets sunburned, I’m holding all of you responsible.”

“Roger that, boss nun,” Setsuna said with a salute. “Okay, Izuku! Your mission, should you choose to accept it: find Ibara!”

A pause.

The tall, stitched figure didn’t move. His glowing eyes flicked to the phone in Monoma’s hand.

From the speaker, Ibara’s voice softened. “Izuku.”

He turned slightly, attentive.

“Come home.”

He blinked once. Then took a step.

Another.

Then broke into a jog, sand scattering beneath his boots as his pace quickened.

Within seconds, he was sprinting across the dunes, wind tearing past him, his focus absolute.

Setsuna’s jaw dropped. “Oh my god, he’s actually doing it!”

A collective silence hung for a beat. Then every head slowly turned toward the sleek, questionably legal jet parked at the edge of the field.

“...thank you, Momo,” Setsuna muttered.

Three hours later, they were airborne, if one could call it that.

The “private jet” was technically a test craft Momo had engineered for aerial transport training. Then Mei Hatsume got her hands on it. Now it was less “private jet” and more “experimental missile with seats.”

The cabin rattled violently as Mei’s voice came through the intercom, way too cheerful for comfort. “All good back there? The left stabilizer’s not technically on fire!”

Everyone screamed in different volumes of prayer and regret.

By the time they landed, if “crashing into a clearing and skidding for ten meters” counted as landing, they stumbled out like survivors of a mild war crime. Setsuna swore she could still feel her organs vibrating.

There, in the peaceful contrast of it all, was Ibara.

She sat at a picnic table beneath the shade of a tall oak, her vines loosely braided over her shoulder. Across from her, little Eri sat munching on a sandwich. The domestic calm was so strong it almost erased the trauma of the last three hours.

Ibara looked up from her tea as the group stumbled over the grass. Her expression was that of a patient saint, the kind that had long accepted that life around her was destined to be ridiculous.

“Welcome back,” she said simply.

Seeing the new arrivals, Eri blinked up and instinctively shuffled closer to Ibara, clutching the hem of her sleeve. Ibara gently brushed her hair aside.

Setsuna collapsed onto the grass with a groan. “So… just to confirm, you told him to ‘come home,’ right?”

“Yes,” Ibara said. 

Monoma, notebook already out, scribbled furiously. “Time check, three hours since command. Current hypothesis: he either has a built-in Angel radar or some form of divine Wi-Fi connection.”

Kendo pinched the bridge of her nose. “You’re betting on the idea he navigated continents through sheer devotion?”

“Wouldn’t be the weirdest thing about him,” Tetsutetsu said, shrugging. “Guy once lifted a vending machine like it was a chair.”

“Fine,” Awase said, cracking his knuckles. “I’ll put my bet in. Twenty bucks says he takes at least a whole day to find her. Guy’s probably halfway drowned by now.”

As if on divine comedic cue, there was a faint rustle behind the group.

Ibara turned her head first then the rest of them followed.

Izuku walked calmly out of the trees.

Every pair of eyes widened.

He was absolutely covered in sand, damp from head to toe, with seaweed clinging to his shoulders and hair like he’d just taken a scenic detour through a beach, a swamp, and a typhoon.

“...You have got to be kidding me,” Setsuna whispered.

Without a word, Izuku walked up behind Ibara and Eri, then sat down on the grass beside them. 

Ibara blinked at him, surprised but not exactly shocked, she’d grown used to the impossible by now. “Welcome back,” she said gently. “You should shower first before coming back here. You’re… a bit of a mess.”

Izuku nodded once, obedient as ever. Then he stood up and began walking toward the dorms, sand falling off him like a shedding lizard.

No one spoke for a while.

Finally, Setsuna let out a low whistle. “Well. That settles it.”

“Settles what?” Monoma asked.

“In conclusion,” she said, hands on her hips, “Midoriya Izuku has a built-in Ibara Finder.”

Kendo gave a tired sigh, watching the trail of seaweed he left behind. “...And it’s disturbingly accurate.

 

Evenings in the 1B dorms were usually calm or as calm as a dorm filled with over a dozen superpowered teenagers could get. By 7 p.m., most had migrated to the common area for snacks, games, or last-minute festival prep, leaving the hallways unusually peaceful.

Reiko Yanagi drifted quietly down the corridor, a folded sketchpad in one hand. She wasn’t one for small talk, but tonight she needed Ibara’s opinion on the costume sketches for their class play. After all, Ibara wasn’t just the best at sewing, she had the sort of steady patience that made fragile fabrics and needlework look effortless. Reiko could manage, sure, but Ibara could make it art.

She reached the end of the hall, stopping just before Ibara’s door. It was slightly ajar, warm light spilling from the crack.

And… there was music?

Soft, slow, and a little old-fashioned. Something you’d hear in a café near closing time, gentle strings and a rhythm you could sway to.

Curiosity tugged at her. Reiko leaned closer, careful not to creak the floorboards, and peeked through the narrow opening.

What she saw made her blink. 

Inside, the room glowed with a soft amber light from a small lamp on the table. Ibara stood barefoot in the center, her vine-like hair loosely tied back, wearing a simple white blouse and skirt that swayed with every movement. Her hands were resting in Izuku’s much larger ones, his head tilted slightly down, eyes faintly glowing beneath the dim light as he followed her lead.

They were slow dancing.

Ibara’s hands were held delicately in his, her smile so bright it could bless a funeral. She was giggling, vines bouncing with each graceful step.

“One, two, twirl~” she chimed.

Izuku obeyed instantly. His massive, stitched-up frame spun like a terrifying ballerina, expression blank as ever, glowing eyes unblinking as he rotated and re-centered

“Very good!” Ibara beamed, letting him dip her slightly, except he went a bit too far and she had to grip his arm and wheeze, “No, not a suplex, Izuku. A dip.”

He paused.

Nodded.

Reset.

They resumed swaying.

Reiko’s lips quirked upward. This was… absolutely going into her mental scrapbook of “Wholesome Dorm Moments.” Maybe even the top entry. She quietly pulled out her phone, hit record, and zoomed in like a wildlife photographer documenting a rare species of tenderness.

The music came to a natural close. Ibara chuckled breathlessly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “See? That wasn’t so bad.”

Izuku stared then nodded, content on seeing his Angel smile

From the doorway, Reiko couldn’t help it her voice slipped out in an awed whisper. “Wow.”

Ibara’s head whipped toward the door, eyes wide. “Reiko! W–what are you doing there?”

Reiko lifted her phone innocently. “Recording wholesome evidence. Please continue.”

“I was just…” Ibara stammered, the faint flush deepening across her cheeks, “-practicing! I wanted to teach Izuku how to dance before the festival, that’s all.”

Reiko smiled, already tapping her screen. “That’s adorable.” Her thumb hit send before Ibara could move.

From somewhere across the dorm, three distinct shrieks of pure glee erupted almost simultaneously.

Setsuna’s voice echoed down the hall. “DID SOMEONE SAY DANCING?!”

Pony’s was right behind it. “WHERE’S MY CAMERA?!”

Kinoko’s soft squeal followed like a final punctuation mark. “This is so cuteee!”

Ibara groaned, covering her face with her hands. “Reiko…”

Reiko only smiled serenely. “You can’t stop true journalism.”

 

It was strange how quickly life could shift in Class 1B.

They’d survived sports festivals, remedial training, and one very mild explosion in the kitchen (courtesy of Kendo’s “experimental stew”), but nothing had changed their daily rhythm quite like the arrival of one tiny, white-haired girl.

Eri.

The day she officially joined the dorms was the day everything subtly rearranged itself. The swear jar appeared almost immediately, a glowing beacon of shame and charity. Everyone agreed it was necessary, especially after Awase accidentally dropped a wrench on his foot and had to cough up three hundred yen on the spot.

But that wasn’t what really got them.

No, what truly left Class 1B collectively baffled and enchanted was the fact that the youngest, smallest resident of UA had decided her favorite person in the entire building was… the tall stitched Nomu known as Midoriya Izuku.

It started off cute. Endearing, even. The contrast between her tiny frame and his towering figure was straight out of a picture book like a kitten following a guard dog. But as days went by, “cute” became “constant.”

Because wherever Izuku went… Eri followed.

Quietly. Unfailingly. With the single-minded loyalty of a baby duck imprinting on the first living thing it saw after hatching.

Like today, for example.

The dorm was calm, sunlight filtering in through the common room windows. Izuku was sitting cross-legged on the floor, folding laundry with mechanical precision. 

Beside him sat Eri, her own pile of mismatched socks and little shirts. She wasn’t folding anything, she just watched, mimicking his movements with serious concentration.

Then, as Izuku stood up, laundry basket in hand, Eri stood up too.

When he walked toward the drying racks, she followed.

 When he came back for another load, she trailed right behind him, her tiny hands clutching her dress.

At first, everyone thought it was adorable. Kendo even took a photo, whispering something about “framing this for morale purposes.”

But after the fourth lap around the dorm, the question began to quietly circulate.

Why was she following him?

It wasn’t random. It wasn’t fleeting. It was as if her little radar only had one target

When someone finally asked, Ibara gave a gentle, thoughtful answer. “It may be because he’s the one who… defeated her monster. The one who made her safe again.”

And that was all the explanation anyone needed. Because after hearing that, suddenly the sight of Eri tucked behind Izuku’s leg didn’t just seem cute…it felt right.

The class adjusted around it instinctively. They lowered their voices when she was nearby, softened their movements, and kept an eye out to make sure she was comfortable. Izuku didn’t need to say anything; his mere presence seemed to set the rules.

Still, not everyone learned immediately.

Monoma, for instance, decided to “be the cool senpai” one afternoon. He strutted up to Eri with a practiced smile, flipping his hair dramatically. “Hey there, little one! Don’t be shy! How would you like to see a real hero in action–”

Eri flinched. It was small, barely a twitch, but it was enough.

Izuku, who’d been sorting groceries in the kitchen, froze mid-motion. His glowing eyes lifted, unblinking.

The sound that followed wasn’t loud, but it carried through the room, a low, instinctive rumble deep in his chest, like distant thunder rolling over the mountains.

Monoma froze.

Kendo grabbed his collar and yanked him back so fast his feet left the floor. “Congratulations,” she whispered dryly, “you made the Nomu growl.”

Monoma blinked, still pale. “I was just saying hi!”

“Maybe let’s not,” Kendo said, patting his shoulder. “Ever again.”

After that, nobody pushed Eri too much. They didn’t have to. She warmed up slowly, in her own time, smiling a little when Kinoko offered cookies, nodding politely when Pony waved, but she always circled back to her guardian shadow.

 

The morning of UA’s Cultural Festival always had its own kind of magic, an organized chaos wrapped in glitter and caffeine. Music spilled from open windows, the smell of frying food filled the air, and somewhere in the distance, Mineta was already being yelled at for “creative” balloon placement.

Class 1B had been up since dawn. Costumes were hung, props were in place, and the stage crew looked like survivors of an all-nighter fueled by sheer determination and unhealthy amounts of instant coffee.

But amid the frantic energy, a small, serene pocket of peace existed near the dorm entrance.

That’s where everyone found Ibara Shiozaki, calm, composed, and currently giving a detailed morning briefing to one very large, very quiet man.

Izuku stood tall beside her, hands folded neatly in front of him, wearing a plain dark hoodie. His glowing eyes dimmed slightly in the morning light, making him look almost… normal. Beside him stood Eri, her little hands gripping the hem of his sleeve, dressed in a cute pastel dress that Pony had helped her pick the night before.

If the scene wasn’t so precious, it would’ve been comedic, the small nun like girl lecturing a reformed Nomu like an overprotective parent preparing him for a field trip.

“Alright,” Ibara said, checking the small list in her hands for what must’ve been the fifth time. “You’ll start with the food stalls near the gym. Remember, Eri can only handle small crowds, so avoid the main street if it’s too packed.”

Izuku nodded

“And make sure she drinks plenty of water. I packed two bottles in the bag, one for each of you. She tends to forget when she’s distracted by sweets.”

Another nod.

“Oh! And she’s still shy around new people, so keep her close, alright? I don’t want her wandering off.”

Eri tilted her head up at Ibara with wide, earnest eyes. “I won’t wander, Miss Ibara. Promise.”

Ibara smiled softly, brushing a vine through the little girl’s hair. “I know, sweetie. Just stay with him, okay?”

She looked back at Izuku with that same patient seriousness she used when explaining anything to him. “If she needs anything, she’ll tell you. If she gets tired, you’ll rest. If it gets too crowded, step aside. And remember…”

Kendo whispered to Tetsutetsu from behind them, “How many reminders are we at?”

“Eight,” Tetsutetsu muttered. “Nine if you count the water bottles twice.”

Monoma leaned against the doorway, smirking. “You’d think she’s sending him to war, not a school festival.”

“Shh,” Reiko whispered. “It’s cute. Don’t ruin it.”

Ibara ignored them all, continuing her checklist. “Aizawa-sensei will accompany you to help with crowd control and any… misunderstandings.” She glanced up briefly, as if remembering that her friend still technically looked like a stitched horror movie extra. “Please try not to scare anyone.”

Izuku blinked, then gave a thumbs-up.

Eri giggled at the gesture, tugging his sleeve. “You don’t scare me.”

That made him pause, head tilting slightly her way, then he gently patted her head, his large hand practically covering it entirely.

The watching classmates collectively melted.

Ibara exhaled softly, finally tucking her checklist away. “Alright. I think that’s everything.” She crouched a little to Eri’s level, straightening the collar of her dress. “You’ll have fun, okay? Take your time. There’s no need to rush.”

Eri nodded. “Yes, Miss Ibara.”

 

Hours later, UA was alive with noise and color.

The Culture Festival was in full swing, music echoing across the grounds, laughter spilling through the air, and students sprinting around like caffeinated ants. Stalls lined the pathways, selling everything from takoyaki to questionable smoothies. Invited guests wandered the campus in awe, snapping photos of costumed students and over the top class projects. Even a few pro heroes, recognizable faces from the rankings, could be spotted mingling through the crowd, enjoying the rare chance to relax.

And yet, despite all that spectacle, one particular sight managed to steal more than a few stares.

A six-foot-something figure with glowing green eyes and patchwork skin walked calmly through the crowd. Beside him, a little white-haired girl strolled along, cheerfully munching on taiyaki, her small hand gripping the hem of his hoodie.

People whispered. Some gasped. One child dropped her balloon.

Several bystanders murmured quietly, trying not to stare too openly. One woman clasped her hands to her chest and sighed. “He looks scary, but… he’s walking so gently with her.”

Another one whispered, “Maybe it’s a family thing? His daughter, maybe?”

Her friend raised an eyebrow. “His daughter? She’s, like, five.”

The first woman shrugged dreamily. “Still. Single dad energy.”

Aizawa, walking just a step behind them, groaned under his breath. “Single dad energy, my ass,” he muttered, fishing out his capture scarf as yet another group of giggling women slowed their pace to sneak a few pictures.

Aizawa’s sigh could’ve powered the entire campus for a week. “Go enjoy the festival,” he said flatly. “Before I start grading people on public decency.”

That sent them scurrying, though one still managed to discreetly snap a photo. Within minutes, it hit the school’s internal social feed with the caption:

“Single Dad Vibes — U.A. Edition ❤️💪”

Aizawa didn’t need to check his phone to know it was already going viral.

Meanwhile, Izuku remained blissfully unaware of the attention. He just kept walking, one slow, careful step at a time, matching Eri’s pace perfectly. Occasionally he stopped when she pointed at something, a candy stall, a balloon vendor, a petting zoo run by the Animal Care Club and he’d crouch beside her, quietly handing her a coin from his pocket or patting her head when she thanked him.

It was strangely peaceful.

Eventually, their slow wander led them near the main auditorium. Music thumped faintly from inside, and a crowd was gathering at the entrance. Colorful lights flickered through the open doors, and a sign outside read:

“CLASS 1-A PRESENTS: HEROES OF ROCK!”

Aizawa stopped beside them. “Looks like they’re about to start. It’s a concert, song, dance, lights, the works. They’ve been practicing for weeks.”

Izuku crouched slightly so he was eye-level with Eri, unclipping the small whiteboard that hung around his neck. The marker squeaked softly as he wrote, then flipped it around.

Do you want to watch?

Eri’s small eyes darted from the board to the bright, flashing entrance. The bassline pulsed through the ground beneath their feet, steady and loud.

She hesitated.

Her little hands tightened around her taiyaki. “I… I think it might be too loud,” she admitted softly. “I’m sorry…”

Izuku blinked, then simply erased the board, and patted her head gently

Aizawa watched from the side, arms crossed, The faint glimmer of light from the doorway reflected off his tired eyes.

He’d seen this too many times before, the way trauma clung quietly to children like Eri. Even in safety, even surrounded by kindness, there were still invisible ghosts that whispered in her ears.

And yet…

As Izuku shifted, carefully scooping Eri into his arms, she relaxed almost immediately. Her little body slumped against his shoulder, the tension in her fingers fading as she rested her cheek against his patched skin.

She was at peace there.

Aizawa’s lips pressed into a faint line. Maybe Ibara and that stitched fool didn’t realize it yet, but between them, they were slowly building something solid for her.

The day carried on peacefully after that.

They strolled through the festival grounds at a slow, steady pace. Eri tried her hand at some of the stalls, carefully tossing rings, popping balloons, and fishing for toy ducks. She didn’t win every time, but she smiled every time especially when Izuku crouched beside her, silently cheering with a small thumbs-up whenever she succeeded.

Meanwhile, Izuku himself was… another story.

He didn’t just play the games. He dominated them.

By the time they reached the third stall, the students were whispering. The man was a legend. He hit every target, popped every balloon, and stacked every cup with terrifying precision.

When he tried the shooting gallery, he won everything.

Which is how they ended up with a stuffed unicorn roughly the size of Eri. She could barely wrap her arms around it, giggling into the soft fur while Aizawa sighed in quiet resignation.

“I’ll take that to the staff room,” he muttered, hoisting the giant toy like a defeated man carrying groceries. “You two… just keep being terrifyingly adorable.”

Eri waved him off politely as he left. Izuku, meanwhile, stood quietly in the middle of the path, scanning the festival stalls with his usual calm detachment. And that’s when it happened.

Someone bumped into him.

“Oh, terribly sorry–” came a polite, slightly flustered voice.

Izuku turned.

The man was wearing a long trench coat, a fedora tilted too low, oversized sunglasses, and a medical mask. Beside him stood a much shorter woman with long red pigtails and an expression that hovered between awe and panic.

The man, Gentle Criminal, in a disguise that fooled no one stopped mid-apology.

His words caught in his throat as he craned his neck upward to take in the full sight of the… entity he had just bumped into.

“Good heavens…” Gentle whispered, eyes wide. “He’s enormous.”

La Brava tugged at his sleeve, whispering harshly, “Gentle, please! We can’t draw attention!”

But Gentle couldn’t move.

The stitched man in front of him blinked once slowly. The glowing green eyes were calm but unreadable. Eri peeked out from behind his leg, her tiny hands gripping the fabric.

Gentle’s jaw worked uselessly for a moment. “I… I beg your pardon, sir. My… my mistake entirely. What a fine day for… festivals.”

Silence.

Izuku just looked at him. No sound. No gesture. Just quiet, patient observation.

For reasons unknown to anyone in the vicinity, Gentle began to sweat.

He cleared his throat and straightened his coat. “You see, my companion and I were simply… enjoying the festivities. Yes, that’s it. But alas, we have a mission—”

The glowing eyes didn’t move.

Gentle faltered. “A… mission, yes, a noble cause! We intended to make a statement to the world, no, to history itself! A demonstration that even the ordinary can achieve greatness! To…uh…to show the spirit of rebellion and creativity!”

Nothing. Just that unblinking stare.

Eri tilted her head, still holding onto Izuku’s leg.

Something about the sight, the little girl clutching her guardian’s pant leg, the massive stitched hand resting protectively near her shoulder, hit Gentle like a truck full of morality.

He stared at them for a long, silent moment. The music of the festival faded in the background, replaced by the faint beating of his guilty conscience.

The man wasn’t saying anything… yet it felt as though he was saying everything.

Gentle swallowed hard.

“Y-you… you think my cause is misguided, don’t you?”

More silence. A calm, steady gaze.

Gentle’s expression twitched. “Of course you do. To disrupt such a joyful day… to bring chaos merely for fame… what sort of gentleman would that make me?”

Eri blinked up at him. “A mean one?”

Gentle winced. “Yes, my dear, indeed, a mean one!” He turned back to Izuku, who still hadn’t spoken, and began pacing dramatically. “I see it now! The true heroism is not in defiance for its own sake, but in protecting joy! You, good sir, have opened my eyes!”

Izuku tilted his head slightly.

Gentle nodded furiously, taking the nonexistent cue. “Yes! Of course! To see such tenderness between man and child, between beast and innocence…how could I be so blind? My dream of grandeur pales before your silent nobility!”

La Brava stared in growing disbelief. “Gentle… he didn’t say anything.”

“He didn’t have to!” Gentle cried, pointing a trembling finger at Izuku. “His silence speaks with the weight of a thousand philosophers!”

Izuku blinked only once.

Gentle pressed a hand to his heart, tearing up. “My good man, you’re right. I cannot–will not, taint this day of celebration with my selfish ambitions. You have shown me the error of my ways!”

He paused dramatically, sniffling behind his mask, then straightened his back. “But tell me, noble one, what is it that you live for? What drives such a towering soul to walk among mere mortals with such grace? What purpose steadies your monstrous form and stills your heart of steel?”

Izuku simply stared at him. The wind rustled. Somewhere in the distance, a festival band hit a wrong note.

Then, from behind, a familiar voice called out, “Izuku!”

Gentle turned, startled, as a woman jogged toward them from across the courtyard, her long green hair tied back neatly, her vines swaying lightly with each step. She carried a box of folded cloth in her arms, her expression softening the moment she saw them.

“I was wondering where you two wandered off to,” Ibara said, breathless but smiling. “Are you doing alright? Did you need anything else?”

Eri waved, still holding her taiyaki. “We’re okay, Miss Ibara!”

Ibara crouched briefly to adjust the bow on Eri’s dress, Izuku lifted his hands to sign.

Is your event done?

Ibara blink in faint surprise. “Oh! No, not yet. We’re just about to start in a few minutes. I was heading back from the storage room when I saw you.”

She smiled up at him. “But thank you for asking.”

Izuku tilted his head, just a small, thoughtful movement.

Gentle, meanwhile, had gone completely still. His eyes were wide behind his sunglasses, his entire body trembling as the truth dawned upon him like divine revelation.

Ah, he thought, hand clutching at his chest. 'Of course. I see it now.'

This wasn’t merely a man and child, this was a family. A father guiding his daughter through the joys of youth, a steadfast protector watching over the woman he loved. This hulking figure of shadow and scars was not a monster but a symbol of devotion itself!

“Yes… yes, it all makes sense now!” Gentle whispered to himself, voice breaking with emotion. “He lives for them! For love, for kinship, for peace!”

La Brava looked up, baffled. “Gentle, what are you—”

He spun dramatically, cape (trench coat) flaring in the wind. “I was blind, La Brava! So blinded by my own ego that I nearly destroyed the happiness of such pure souls!”

La Brava’s brow furrowed. “...you got all that from him standing there?”

“Not just standing!” Gentle cried. “Standing with purpose!”

Ibara, oblivious to his internal meltdown, turned back to Izuku. “Alright, I should hurry before the play starts. I’ll see you both after the event, okay?”

Izuku nodded once, and she offered him a small, fond smile before jogging off 

Gentle stared after her, eyes shining like he’d just witnessed the climax of a tragic opera. “To think, I nearly ruined this family’s day! What disgrace! What unbridled selfishness!”

He clasped his hands dramatically. “This is the end of my villainy. To stand in the path of love so pure, so unspoken, such would be a crime against humanity itself! I must repent!”

He turned back toward Izuku, bowing low enough that his fedora nearly fell off. “You have given me my answer, sir! You live for love, and I shall live for redemption! I will turn myself in at once! Farewell, noble giant!”

He grabbed La Brava by the hand and dashed away in a swirl of trench coat and misplaced righteousness.

Eri blinked as they disappeared into the crowd. “...Was that man okay?”

Izuku slowly erased his whiteboard, then wrote a single word before showing it to her.

No.

Eri nodded solemnly, munching her taiyaki again. “He talked a lot.”

Izuku patted her head in agreement, his quiet sigh almost audible as they continued walking toward the quieter side of the festival.

 

By the time Aizawa returned from the staff room, the duo had already finished a few stalls, Eri’s tiny hands sticky with cotton candy and Izuku’s hood dusted with confetti. The sight earned him a long, weary stare from the pro hero before Aizawa simply muttered, “I leave you two alone for ten minutes.”

Eri grinned up at him. “We played the fishing game!”

And she won, Izuku wrote on his board, holding it up proudly.

Aizawa blinked at the doodle of a triumphant Eri holding a toy fish, sighed again, and muttered, “Of course she did.”

Their peaceful wandering didn’t last long before a familiar voice joined them.

“I finally found you three!”

Ibara jogged toward them, a small bag slung over her shoulder, her vines swaying as she waved. Her hair was pinned back neatly now, and her stage costume had been replaced with a simple sweater and long skirt. The soft smile she wore seemed to melt away the remaining tension of the day.

“Your play’s over?” Aizawa asked, half out of duty, half out of relief that the green-haired guardian angel was back to balance the chaos.

“Yes,” she said, still catching her breath. “It went wonderfully. And everyone’s free to roam around until the closing ceremony.”

She crouched slightly beside Eri, her eyes warm. “Did you have fun?”

Eri nodded so fast her hair ribbons bounced. “Mhm! Izuku won lots of games! And he got me a unicorn, but it’s too big, so Mister Aizawa took it away.”

“I didn’t take it,” Aizawa muttered. “I stored it.”

Ibara smiled, standing beside Izuku, who gave a small wave in greeting. “Well then,” she said, her tone light, “since we’re all here, shall we explore together?”

And so, the oddest group in the festival made their way through the stalls, a tired pro hero, a vine-haired girl who radiated calm, a silent stitched man with glowing eyes, and the child clinging happily to his hand.

If someone told the story out of context, no one would believe it.

They played ring toss, tried a shooting booth, in which Izuku was politely banned after winning again, and shared snacks from different stalls. When Eri pointed at the “Family Relay Game,” the two young adults looked at each other before reluctantly signing up.

And to everyone’s surprise…they won.

Ibara’s laughter rang clear as Eri beamed from Izuku’s shoulders, clutching a small festival medal. “That was fun!” she said, still catching her breath.

To the casual observer, they looked exactly like what the announcer had called them over the loudspeaker: “A family trio”

It should’ve been embarrassing. But somehow, it wasn’t.

Of course, not everyone saw it with pure eyes.

The media, invited guests, reporters, and a few overly enthusiastic hero fans, had begun to circulate photos. It started small: a few candid shots of the “terrifying mutation-type hero” winning stuffed animals for a little girl. Then it snowballed.

“MONSTER MAN MELTS HEARTS AT UA FESTIVAL”

“From Fear to Family: Who Is U.A.’s Gentle Giant?”

“The Vine Heroine, Her Reformed Monster, and Their Adorable Daughter—U.A.’s Most Unexpected Trio!”

By the time they reached the cafeteria, Izuku had become a full-blown meme. People whispered as they passed, some snapping photos discreetly. A few fans even waved shyly.

Eri, blissfully unaware, waved back.

Ibara smiled politely, used to the attention by now. “Well,” she murmured, glancing up at Izuku, “looks like you’re famous again.”

He blinked, then wrote on his board.

For what?

Ibara giggled softly. “For being… well, you.”

 

Days had passed since the Culture Festival, but the warmth of it still lingered.

It was a calm afternoon in Musutafu. Sunlight streamed through the windows of a small apartment, the air carrying the soft aroma of miso and simmering vegetables. A woman hummed quietly to herself as she balanced two pans and a cutting board with the skill of a seasoned juggler.

Her green hair, tied back in a low ponytail, caught the light as she moved. Though her frame looked slim, too slim, perhaps, there was a gentle rhythm in the way she moved, like someone who found strength in caring for others. Her eyes, though rimmed with the tiredness of years spent worrying, still held a faint glow.

The kind of glow that only a mother could have.

Inko Midoriya stirred the pot, then wiped her hands on a towel before leaning toward the kitchen doorway. From there, she could see the living room and the sight made her chest ache in that quiet, bittersweet way she’d grown used to.

A tall, broad figure sat cross-legged on the floor, his form casting long shadows across the wooden floor. Purple skin stitched with faint, uneven lines. Patches of healed flesh and scar tissue. A wig stitched carefully to his scalp, strands of familiar green hair falling over glowing eyes.

Her son.

Izuku.

He wasn’t moving, just watching intently as a little girl in a white dress and red ribbon scribbled away with crayons on a piece of paper. Eri’s tongue stuck out slightly in concentration, and every few seconds she’d look up at Izuku to show him her masterpiece. He’d nod, before she went back to coloring.

“Sweetheart,” Inko called gently. “Lunch is almost ready. Can you help set the table, please?”

Izuku didn’t move. His glowing eyes remained fixed on Eri

Inko sighed, but there was a small smile tugging at her lips. She turned toward the girl helping her chop vegetables at the counter. “Ibara dear, would you please?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Ibara said, setting down the knife. She wiped her hands, looking apologetic even before she spoke. “I’m so sorry, Miss Midoriya. I swear I’ve told him to listen to you before, but… it doesn’t always stick.”

Inko chuckled softly. “That’s all right, dear. I’m used to it by now.”

Ibara stepped out from the kitchen, her long vines swaying gently as she leaned against the doorway. “Izuku,” she said in that patient, practiced tone of hers, “your mother asked you to set the table.”

The tall figure blinked once, then looked at her. There was a long pause before Izuku stood up, lumbered toward the cabinet, and began pulling out plates with careful precision.

Ibara sighed through her nose. “You see? He listens to me when I tell him to listen to you. Somehow that works.”

Inko laughed quietly behind her hand. “Well, you do have a special touch with him.”

The sound of small feet padded across the floor as Eri followed after Izuku, determined to help. “I can carry the spoons!” she said, carefully balancing them in both hands.

The sight of the two of them working side by side, one tall and stitched, the other tiny and bright, filled the small apartment with an oddly perfect peace.

At least, until the front door rattled violently.

“I AM HERE… WITH SODA!”

The voice was unmistakable.

The door slammed open, nearly bouncing off its hinges, as a golden-haired figure in full muscle form stood triumphantly in the entryway. Plastic bags dangled from each hand, brimming with bottled drinks and canned coffee.

“T-Toshinori!” Inko gasped, one hand on her chest. “You’ll break the door again!”

All Might grinned, dazzling as ever. “Fear not! The door is unharmed, and I have brought refreshments for everyone!”

He took a step forward, only to cough suddenly. The soda bags rattled as his body deflated in a burst of steam, leaving behind the thin, spindly man beneath the legend.

“Ah…excuse me…” he wheezed, holding up a finger, “...bit too much enthusiasm!”

Inko crossed her arms, exasperated but fond. “I told you not to push yourself so much. Honestly, Toshinori, I don’t know how you expect to keep your lungs if you keep doing that.”

“Ha! Don’t worry about me,” he said with a raspy chuckle, punching his own chest proudly, before immediately wincing and coughing harder. “See? Perfectly-cough-fine!”

Ibara tried, and failed, to hide her smile. “He certainly hasn’t changed.”

Eri peeked from behind Izuku, eyes wide. “He talks funny when he gets smaller…”

All Might perked up at that, straightening to his modest full height. “Ah! Little Eri! So nice to see you again! You’ve gotten taller since last time!”

Eri blinked. “I saw you last week.”

“…And you’re still taller!”

Toshinori’s booming voice echoed in the small apartment, earning a round of soft laughter that easily broke the last of the lingering awkwardness.

With everyone finally gathered, the table filled quickly with the sound of dishes clinking and soft chatter. 

Inko clasped her hands together, smiling brightly. “All right, everyone. Let’s eat before it gets cold. And Eri, dear, make sure to eat plenty, okay?”

Eri nodded shyly, her small voice almost a whisper. “Yes, Miss Midoriya.”

Across from her, Toshinori had already taken a huge bite of rice, humming appreciatively. “You’ve really gone all out today, Inko! This is more than a feast!”

Inko chuckled, waving him off. “Oh, don’t exaggerate. I just wanted to make enough for everyone. You burn through calories just breathing, Toshinori.”

“Ha! True!” he said, thumping his chest before immediately regretting it and wheezing. “But worth it!”

Ibara, seated beside Izuku and Eri, folded her hands together. “Thank you very much for the meal, Miss Midoriya. It smells wonderful.”

Eri mimicked her, bowing her little head. “Thank you…”

Izuku bowed too, his movements slow and careful. His glowing eyes flicked up toward Inko as his fingers moved to sign Thank you.

Inko’s face softened, a gentle warmth in her eyes that no words could match. “You’re all very welcome. Now eat before it cools down.”

The sound of chopsticks clinking against bowls filled the cozy room. Ibara made sure to help Eri when she fumbled with her rice, while Izuku, ever the quiet observer, alternated between eating and passing dishes across the table for anyone who needed them.

Halfway through the meal, Inko dabbed her mouth with a napkin and asked, “So, how’s school been for all of you?”

Ibara paused to think, smiling faintly. “It’s been good. Busy, but good. We’ve been preparing for exams and extra training. Eri’s been homeschooled by some of the teachers, so she’s always learning something new. As for Izuku…” She looked to her right, where the tall, stitched young man was quietly refilling Eri’s cup of water. “…He’s still him.”

Toshinori laughed. “Meaning?”

Ibara sighed, smiling wryly. “Meaning he spends most of his time doing chores, helping everyone, and then waiting by the dorm door when I get back. Every single day.”

Inko giggled softly. 

“I tried to get him into a hobby,” Ibara continued, a little helplessly. “Last time, I thought maybe a video game would keep him busy while we were at class. When we got home…” she trailed off, deadpan. “The game was already finished. A hundred percent complete. In six hours.”

Even Toshinori paused mid-bite. “Six hours?! Was it one of those short ones?”

“It was one those games that had 4 alternate endings” Ibara said flatly.

“…Oh.” Toshinori looked impressed.

Inko covered her mouth to hide her laughter, her shoulders shaking. “I think he just likes being near you, dear. Just like when he was a boy.”

Ibara’s expression softened at that. “Maybe,” she admitted, her voice quieter. “He’s always been like that, hasn’t he?”

Inko nodded. “Mm. Always. It’s sweet, really. Back then, he’d follow you everywhere, carrying that tiny backpack and smiling like you were the sun itself.”

Ibara’s lips curved upward at the memory. “I wonder if our old spots are still there… the park, the tree on the hill…”

“They might be,” Inko said thoughtfully. “The neighborhood’s changed a bit, but I don’t think they’d remove something like that. You two used to spend hours there.”

“Then maybe,” Ibara said, turning toward Izuku, “we should visit later. To see if our marks are still carved there.”

Izuku looked up from his bowl, blinking once. Then his hands moved smoothly, signing with the calm certainty of someone who’d already decided.

Whatever Angel wants.

Inko chuckled behind her hand. “Still calling her ‘Angel,’ I see.”

That earned a soft, embarrassed sound from Ibara, her cheeks tinting pink. “He, um… never really stopped.”

Inko smiled knowingly. “I remember when he first met you. He came running home, red as a tomato, telling me he met an angel on the playground.” She laughed lightly at the memory. “I think he even asked if you’d fallen from heaven.”

Ibara groaned softly, burying her face in her hands. “He really said that?”

“Oh yes,” Inko said with delight. “Then he got so flustered he couldn’t look at you for three whole days after.”

Across the table, Toshinori snorted into his rice. “I see the ‘Midoriya charm’ has always been strong!”

Izuku simply blinked, unbothered, before calmly sliding a plate of tempura toward Eri as if none of it applied to him.

Ibara peeked through her fingers at him, sighing with a half-smile. “Some things never change.”

 

By the time everyone finished eating, the table looked like a battlefield won by chopsticks. Plates gleamed empty, bowls were stacked neatly to the side, and only a few lonely grains of rice clung to the tablecloth.

Inko, of course, would not let a single morsel go to waste. Within minutes, the leftovers had been efficiently packed into small containers. “You’ll take these home, all right?” she insisted, waving off Ibara’s protests. “It’s too much for me and Toshinori. You students need the energy more.”

And that was that. No one argued with Inko Midoriya when she entered “Mom Mode.”

In the kitchen, warm water splashed gently into the sink as dishes clinked. Ibara and Inko worked side by side, their movements practiced and calm. Ibara scrubbed while Inko rinsed and stacked; their conversation, light and domestic, drifted easily over the running faucet.

At their feet, Eri sat cross-legged on a little stool, humming to herself as she colored on a notepad she’d brought from her bag. Every so often, she’d look up and tell a story about something funny that happened in the dorms.

“…and then Juzo-san tried to eat the rice ball with the plastic still on it,” she said matter-of-factly, making Ibara nearly drop the dish she was drying.

“Oh dear,” Inko chuckled, handing her another plate. “That poor boy.”

“He said it added crunch!” Eri giggled.

Both women shared a helpless look before breaking into laughter, their chuckles mingling with the sound of running water and the faint hum of the television in the next room.

Meanwhile, in the living room, the atmosphere was entirely different.

The TV flickered softly, washing the room in muted blue light. Toshinori sat back on the couch in his lean form, a soda can in hand, posture surprisingly relaxed. Beside him, Izuku sat on the floor, cross-legged and motionless, watching but not really watching, his glowing eyes half-lidded, focused somewhere distant.

For a while, neither spoke. The sound of the women’s laughter from the kitchen filtered in, bright and domestic against the quiet hum of the TV.

Then, softly, Toshinori broke the silence.

“You know,” he began, his voice rough around the edges but low, thoughtful, “it’s always a joy to see you, young man. Whether it’s in school, or here in this home… especially for Inko.”

Izuku didn’t respond.

The older man gave a small smile. “She looks lighter, these days. Happier.”

He took a sip of soda, exhaling slowly before continuing. “I still remember the day I met her. I’d just finished patrol. I walked into my agency lobby, and there she was, on her knees. Crying, begging.” His voice softened, a heavy fondness in it. “She asked me to find you.”

Izuku still did not turn to the man.

Toshinori’s gaze fell to the can in his hand. “For a mother to go that far… to kneel before anyone, just to find her child…” He shook his head. “How could I say no?”

The quiet hum of the TV filled the pause that followed. Toshinori leaned back, one arm draped over the couch, his tone drifting with the weight of old memories.

“So I searched,” he said. “For a year, I searched. Called in favors. Tracked leads, no matter how small. My friend from the police force, Tsukauchi, helped when he could. Every clue led to another dead end.”

His jaw tightened faintly. “And in the end, all I found was… a shirt. Torn. Left near an abandoned dumping site in Kamino.”

The soda can crinkled slightly in his hand.

“When I brought it to her, I… expected her to hate me,” he admitted quietly. “To call me a failure. To say I hadn’t done enough.” He chuckled softly, shaking his head. “But she didn’t. She just… thanked me.”

If Izuku was listening, Toshinori could not tell. He still continued.

“She held that shirt like it was the most precious thing in the world,” Toshinori continued, voice lower now. “I’d never seen someone look so… relieved, even when there was nothing left to hope for.”

The words lingered between them, soft but heavy.

The TV murmured faintly, playing some late-night drama that neither of them were really watching.

Toshinori exhaled and looked toward Izuku, He couldn’t tell if the boy, no, the man, was even listening. Izuku sat still as stone, that familiar silence cocooning him, glowing eyes dim and unreadable.

For a few long seconds, Toshinori said nothing. Then, slowly, he bowed his head in Izuku’s direction.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured.

His voice cracked a little on the words. “For not being able to rescue that boy back then. For failing to find you.”

Silence….

Then, soft movement.

Izuku reached to the low table beside the couch, where Eri’s crayons and scraps of paper still lay scattered from earlier. He picked one up, a stub of green crayon and began to write. His movements were slow, deliberate, almost meditative. Toshinori watched quietly, uncertain whether to say more or simply wait.

When Izuku finished, he turned the paper around and held it up.

It’s okay. Thank you for trying.

The handwriting was uneven, thick where the wax pressed too hard against the paper, but it was unmistakably sincere.

Toshinori stared at the note for a long second then smiled. 

He reached over and ruffled Izuku’s hair, the stitched wig soft beneath his fingers. “You and your mother,” he said quietly, voice thick with emotion, “really are one and the same.”

Izuku tilted his head slightly at the touch, but didn’t move away. 

The sound of soft footsteps broke the quiet.

Ibara appeared at the doorway, drying her hands with a towel, her gentle voice cutting through the haze of nostalgia. “There you are,” she said, smiling faintly at the two of them. 

Toshinori straightened a little, clearing his throat as if nothing emotional had happened at all. “Just two gentlemen catching up,” he said, waving the crumpled paper playfully. “You’ve got a good listener here.”

Ibara chuckled softly before turning to Izuku. “Hey,” she said, her tone lighter now. “Do you want to come with me? I was thinking of visiting that tree we used to play under. I want to see if our marks are still there.”

Izuku didn’t hesitate. He stood up immediately, folding the note in half and setting it carefully on the table before moving to her side. 

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Ibara teased, smiling up at him.

She turned toward the kitchen. “Eri, sweetheart,” she called, “we’re going to take a short walk. You stay here with Miss Midoriya and Mr. Toshinori, all right?”

“Okay! Be safe!”

“We will,” Ibara promised.

With that, she pulled on her cardigan and nodded toward Izuku. He followed her quietly, ducking slightly as they passed under the doorway. 

 

The afternoon air was soft and golden, the kind of warmth that clung gently to the skin and made the world feel slower, quieter. The cicadas had begun their lazy song somewhere among the trees, filling the silence between Ibara and Izuku as they walked side by side.

The streets had changed over the years, new stores, brighter signs, more people but there were still corners that carried the echoes of childhood laughter. Ibara pointed them out one by one, her voice light with nostalgia.

“See that building?” she said. “That used to be an ice cream shop. Every summer we’d spend our allowance there. You’d always pick chocolate and I’d always tell you to try vanilla, but you never listened.”

Izuku walked quietly beside her. He glanced toward the shop as if remembering it too, though his glowing eyes remained unreadable, she could almost imagine the small smile that would’ve been there if he still could.

They turned down another street.

“Oh and that park over there,” she continued, a small laugh escaping her lips. “You used to trip over every single time you tried to run toward the swings. Every summer, without fail.” She shook her head fondly. “You’d always cry for five seconds, then insist you were fine… even with a scraped knee.”

Izuku’s head tilted, a faint hum rumbling from him.

They passed under a stretch of trees, the late afternoon light breaking through the leaves in scattered gold patterns. Ibara breathed in, smiling softly. “We should be close now. There’s a turn up ahead, left at the corner, then past the old fenced gate. The tree should be–”

She stopped mid-step.

A faint scent drifted through the air. Sweet, familiar.

Lavender.

Ibara blinked. “That’s… odd,” she murmured, frowning slightly. “Do you smell that, Izuku?”

But when she turned to him…

 He wasn’t there.

Her breath caught. The space beside her was empty.  And when she blinked again, she was no longer standing in the quiet street of Musutafu.

She was indoors.

Her heart thudded as her gaze darted around the long stretch of windows, the lockers, the faint chatter echoing from nearby rooms.

UA

She was standing in one of its hallways.

Ibara’s lips parted, a confused whisper escaping before she even realized it. “What…?”

Then:

“Ibara!”

A bright, familiar voice cut through the quiet. Cheerful, a little too energetic.

She turned.

And her breath froze.

A boy stood at the end of the hall, waving at her with that same unshakable, awkward enthusiasm she’d seen so many times years ago in photos and memories. Messy, dark-green hair framed a round, freckled face, his eyes were wide and brilliant, the shade of green that caught sunlight. His school uniform was slightly wrinkled, his tie crooked, his smile the same blend of nervous and sincere.

Midoriya Izuku

He jogged over, his grin widening. “Hey, are you okay? You kinda spaced out there for a second. Lunch is almost over!”

Ibara’s throat tightened. She stared, unable to form a sound.

The sight before her, his smile, his freckles, the gentle curve of his eyes, was too much to take in all at once. 

Still, her body moved before her mind could catch up.

She took one slow, careful step forward.

Izuku blinked, startled by the closeness. “Ibara?”

Her hand lifted hesitantly, trembling just slightly before she pressed her palm against his cheek. Warm. Soft. 

He froze. His face flushed scarlet from ear to ear, and his voice cracked somewhere between panic and politeness. “Wh–what’s wrong? Did I–do I have something on my face? You’re really close-!”

Ibara smiled through the tightness in her throat, her voice quiet and steady. “Nothing… nothing’s wrong.”

And for a heartbeat, it wasn’t.

For that single fragile moment. Her chest ached with something between joy and grief.

Then silence shattered.

“OH MY GOD-SHE DID IT!”

Both of them jumped as the echo of cheering rang down the corridor. At the far end stood Mina, practically bouncing in place, with Setsuna beside her pumping both fists into the air.

“Get your man, Ibara!” Setsuna hollered.

Somewhere behind them, Bakugo grumbled and slapped a wad of bills into Ochaco’s waiting hand.

“I told you she’d make the first move,” Ochaco said smugly, counting her winnings.

“I thought she’d chicken out,” Bakugo muttered, scowling.

Izuku was now visibly steaming, flailing his arms helplessly as if trying to deny every accusation that floated down the hallway. “W-Wait, it’s not like that! We were just-!”

Ibara only giggled, letting her hand fall from his cheek. “Right,” she said softly, her smile calm and knowing. “Lunch.”

And before he could say another word, she took his hand and tugged him gently down the hallway. He stumbled to keep up, still red as a tomato, while their classmates’ laughter and teasing echoed behind them.

The world around her felt light. The sound of laughter, the bright gleam of sunlight through the windows, the way Izuku’s hand felt warm in hers…it was everything she wished for.

Unfortunately…it wasn’t reality

 

The afternoon air in the alley was cold, heavy with dampness and the faint tang of concrete dust. A faint violet glow pulsed from a massive cocoon suspended by hardened resin like threads.

Inside, Ibara’s body lay still, curled gently as if in peaceful sleep. Her hair spread out like green silk around her, her breathing calm and even. 

A man crouched in front of it, his eyes glowing faintly blue as he traced the air with his fingertips. Each motion sent small pulses of light into the cocoon’s surface.

“She’s under,” he murmured. “Full immersion. The illusion’s stable.”

Next to him, another man leaned against a crate, a lazy grin stretching across his face. “Man, you’re getting good at this, Bro. That’s a U.A. student we got there! The cops are definitely gonna listen to our demands now.”

“Yeah,” the third voice chimed in, standing a few paces back. “And if they don’t, we’ll just keep her under. Let her live her little dream life forever.”

He laughed, a low, coarse sound that echoed through the alley. “Hell, she’s probably living it up in there. Paradise, right?”

They were brothers, triplets, in fact, each one sharing the same faint glow in their eyes but with a different cruel tilt to their smiles.

The one crouching, the eldest, had the power to create illusions so real they could be touched. The middle one, leaning casually against the crate, could alter perception, twist sight and sound until reality blurred. And the youngest, perched on a nearby ledge, could plant false memories.

Separately, their quirks were troublesome.

Together, they were a trap no one escaped.

The youngest hopped down, dusting his hands. “So what now? We got the girl asleep and dreaming. That’s one. But what about that other guy?”

All three turned toward the far end of the alley.

A tall, stitched figure lay crumpled on the ground, the dim light glinting off the faint scars along his arms. The way his chest rose and fell was almost mechanical

The eldest tilted his head. “Yeah… that one. Haven’t seen him in any sports festival footage or any of the UA files. Mutant quirk maybe? He’s… uh…”

He squinted. “Creepy-looking. Damn ugly, too.”

The youngest snorted. “No kidding. Maybe he’s the girl’s boyfriend or bodyguard or something. Either way, we should trap him too, right? No point leaving him out.”

“Yeah,” the middle brother said, kneeling beside him and letting the glow return to his eyes. “One at a time, though. Our quirks can only handle one full dive until the next person’s asleep.”

“Then make it quick,” said the eldest. “Let’s see what kind of perfect world this freak dreams of.”

The youngest crouched beside the tall, stitched man. The faint violet glow from his eyes deepened as he reached out, fingertips hovering just above Izuku’s temple. For a second, the air shimmered, thin ripples dancing outward like heat waves.

Then his brow furrowed.

“…What the hell?”

The middle brother glanced over. “What’s wrong?”

The youngest didn’t answer at first. His expression twisted into something uncertain, something he wasn’t used to. “It’s… nothing,” he muttered, voice tight. “Or…no, it’s something, but… I can’t see it clearly.”

The eldest straightened. “What do you mean, you can’t see it?”

“I mean it’s just… static.” The youngest’s voice trembled slightly as he pressed his fingers deeper, the light from his eyes flickering. “Like… blurry shapes and white noise. It’s not even memories…just…fragments. Like trying to tune into a broken channel.”

“Then pick something and fake it,” the middle brother said, arms crossed. “If he doesn’t have memories, then give him some. Let him dream of beaches or money or hell, whatever freaks like him enjoy.”

The youngest shook his head sharply. “No, no you don’t get it. If we fake everything, the mind knows. It rejects it. He’ll wake up instantly.”

“So what do we do then?” the eldest asked, exasperated.

The youngest hesitated then suddenly stiffened. His eyes widened. “Wait… I found something.”

The other two leaned closer. “What is it?”

The glow in his eyes pulsed faster as his fingers trembled against Izuku’s skin. “It’s… faint, but it’s there. Looks like… a kid… and a little girl?” His brow furrowed deeper. “They’re… laughing. Playing…I think. The details are fuzzy, but–”

He didn’t get to finish.

Izuku’s body jerked violently beneath him, the movement so sudden and forceful it sent a shockwave through the air. The youngest barely had time to gasp before a massive hand shot up and clamped around his face.

“Wha-!”

The sound cut off in a muffled cry as Izuku sat up in one terrifying, fluid motion. The glow in his eyes burned brighter than before, green and searing like molten glass.

The youngest brother kicked and clawed, hands gripping at Izuku’s wrist, but it was like trying to pry open a stone. His feet left the ground as Izuku lifted him effortlessly by the face, the sound of his muffled panic echoing off the alley walls.

“Hey–hey! What the hell?!” the middle brother shouted, backing away instinctively. “How is he awake?! He should be under–put him back under!”

He lunged forward, light gathering in his palms as he tried to trigger his quirk again, but Izuku moved first.

A blur of motion.

A sickening crack.

Izuku grabbed the man’s wrist mid-gesture, then swung him sideways, smashing his head against the nearby concrete wall with enough force to crater it. The man collapsed instantly, sliding down in a heap.

The eldest froze. His heartbeat thundered in his ears. His brain screamed run, but his legs wouldn’t listen

Izuku turned slowly, the faint sound of breath hissing through his teeth. His glowing eyes locked onto the last standing brother, cold, unblinking, inhuman. The youngest still dangled helplessly from his grip, his hands clawing at Izuku’s arm as his muffled pleas grew weaker.

The eldest stumbled backward, voice breaking. “W-Wait! We didn’t–we weren’t gonna hurt you, okay?! Let my brother go!”

The answer came in silence.

The man’s nerve snapped.

He ran.

He didn’t look back. He didn’t need to. The sound of his shoes slapping the pavement was drowned by the low, wet scrape behind him, the sound of something heavy dragging against the ground.

Then, without warning, something yanked his leg.

The man screamed as he fell, hands clawing at the concrete. He kicked wildly, but it didn’t matter the grip on his ankle was iron. His scream broke into frantic sobs as he was pulled backward into the darkness of the alley.

“Please! Please, I’m sorry-!”

 

The sun hung low in the sky, painting UA’s campus in soft gold and orange. The air was warm and smelled faintly of cut grass and the promise of summer.

Ibara walked beside Izuku, their shadows stretching long across the path. Around them, the school hummed with the last traces of the day, distant laughter, doors closing, the faint echo of someone’s quirk practice fading into quiet.

It had been, by all accounts, a perfect day.

They’d eaten katsudon together at the cafeteria, just like they used to back then when it was their little weekend treat. They’d laughed over nothing in particular just little things, like how much the years had flown, how his uniform never stayed neat, how he still muttered under his breath when he got excited.

Izuku had talked endlessly about his internship his voice bright, hands waving, eyes lit with that familiar spark she hadn’t seen in what felt like forever. He spoke about All Might, about his training, about the future that stretched endlessly ahead of him.

The way he smiled when he spoke…it was that same sunshine smile that always made people want to believe in him. The one that used to make her laugh when they were kids.

It was, truly, everything she could have ever wanted to see again.

And that was what made her stop.

She froze, her gaze softening as she looked at him, the messy hair, the freckles, the way his uniform collar was slightly crooked. All of it felt so painfully familiar. So heartbreakingly right.

Izuku blinked, confusion flickering in his eyes. “Ibara? What’s wrong? You’ve been kinda weird today. Are you feeling sick? Should we..should we go to Recovery Girl?”

She didn’t answer.

Instead, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him.

He stiffened immediately, his voice catching somewhere between panic and embarrassment. “W–Wait–uh, Ibara? What–what’s–?”

But she didn’t let go.

Her voice came out soft, trembling with something between joy and sorrow. “Thank you.”

Izuku blinked. “Huh?”

“Thank you,” she whispered again, eyes closing as she pressed her forehead against his shoulder. “For letting me see this. For letting me see you like this… just once more.”

He opened his mouth to speak, but her words kept flowing quiet and fragile. “I didn’t realize how much I needed this. To see the version of you that got to live the life you deserved. To see you smile, to hear you talk about the future… to have one last day like this.”

Her arms trembled slightly as she held him tighter. “This is a wonderful dream,” she said, a small, wistful laugh escaping her. “A truly wonderful dream.”

Izuku’s hand twitched, as if to return the hug, but she was already pulling away.

Ibara took a deep breath and cupped his face in her hands. His skin was warm, real, the faintest hint of freckles dusting her fingertips. Her smile was small but resolute.

“This isn’t real,” she said softly. “I know that. The boy I grew up with, the one who always tripped over his own feet, the one who’d show up with crumbs on his face every time we shared cake, the one who promised to protect me even though he couldn’t go two steps without falling…he’s gone.”

Her thumbs brushed lightly across his cheeks. “That boy died a long time ago. I mourned him. I really did.”

Her voice cracked, but only for a moment. “And yet… a part of him still came back to me. A sliver of that same kindness, that same loyalty…it’s still there. In him.”

She smiled through the ache in her chest. “The Izuku I have now… he isn’t perfect. He’s broken. Scarred. Silent. But he remembers me. And that’s enough. That’s more than I could ever ask for.”

Her eyes shimmered, not with tears, but with quiet certainty. “Whatever form he takes, I’ll choose him. I’ll protect him. I’ll care for him. Because even if it’s just a fragment of that boy… that fragment is still mine.”

She let out a shaky breath and pressed her forehead gently against his, whispering one last time…

“Good bye”

CRACK.

The sound was deafening like the world itself split in two.

Ibara’s eyes snapped open just in time to see everything around her fracture, the hallway, the sunlight, even the birds itself freezing mid-motion. Cracks spread outward like spiderwebs, splintering reality into glassy shards. The frozen figures of her classmates hung in place, eyes vacant, smiles still bright and motionless.

Her breath caught.

And then…It all shattered.

One single breath later, she was gasping, lungs burning as though she’d been underwater. The warmth of the dream was gone, replaced by damp air and the rough press of fabric against her skin.

Darkness. Claustrophobic. Sticky.

Her heartbeat thundered in her ears. She struggled, hands pressing against something, smooth, warm, flexible. A cocoon? 

She could hear muffled sounds outside, shouting, crashing, something heavy hitting the ground.

“Izuku…” she breathed, eyes widening. 

She didn’t hesitate. Her hair flared to life, the vines splitting into tendrils that whipped forward and pierced through the cocoon’s shell. Sticky fluid splattered as she clawed her way upward, her breath ragged, her body shaking with effort. Light bled through the cracks as the walls gave way, each pull widening the opening until she burst through, landing on the cold pavement in a spray of dust and broken slime.

She coughed, pushing herself up and froze at the sight before her.

The alley looked like a war zone.

Two men lay sprawled on the ground, their bodies limp and still, the pavement cracked beneath one of them where his head had struck. The third man,older, trembling, barely conscious was stammering out half-broken words.

“S–She’s alive! The girl’s alive! Please! We said we could wake her up! S-She’s fine, she’s fine, stop, please!”

The creature looming over him didn’t seem to hear.

Its eyes glowed, its chest rising and falling in sharp, deliberate breaths. The tendons in its neck flexed as it growled low a sound that rumbled deep enough to vibrate the ground beneath her knees.

Izuku had one massive hand wrapped around the man’s face, pressing him into the pavement hard enough to make the ground crack. 

“…Izuku?”

Izuku’s head whipped toward her voice. The instant his eyes landed on her, the growl died. His fingers loosened.

He released the man immediately, his body going still as his gaze fixed on her. Then, in a blur of motion he was kneeling before her. His glowing eyes scanned her over, frantic, searching for wounds. His clawed fingers hovered near her shoulders, careful not to touch.

Ibara let out a shaky breath and smiled. “I’m fine,” she said softly, reaching up to ruffle his hair. “You did good.”

Her voice carried enough warmth to make him pause, his eyes dimming to a softer greenish glow.

When she turned her head, the scene around them came into sharper focus. The alley was torn up, cracked walls, overturned trash cans, a dented metal door. The three men lay unconscious, their bodies crumpled in a messy pile.

She blinked, taking it in with mild exasperation. “What… happened here?”

Izuku signed quick and sharp movements.

Couldn’t smell Angel. They took Angel. So I hurt them.

Her brows rose slightly. “You hurt them,” she repeated, crossing her arms. “Not killed them?”

He shook his head once, then pointed to the last man still breathing shallowly nearby.

No killing. Angel said no killing.

Ibara sighed, rubbing her temples but smiling all the same. “At least that part stuck.”

 

A few minutes later, the flashing lights of patrol cars cut through the shadows. The alley, which had moments ago been a battlefield, was now a swarm of movement, officers cordoning off the area, paramedics checking the unconscious brothers, and one very nervous detective trying not to look directly at Izuku.

The trio was loaded into separate vans, their faces pale and eyes wide. Ibara could’ve sworn she heard the eldest muttering “Please lock me up. I don’t wanna see him again.”

 She didn’t even bother asking. She just sighed, rolled her shoulders, and let the authorities handle the cleanup.

Beside her, Izuku tapped her shoulder. His claws curled inwards, movements small, tentative. He signed slowly, careful with his gestures.

Angel okay?

She blinked, the exhaustion of the last hour suddenly melting a little. “Yeah,” she said softly. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

Ibara turned, brushing the dust from her skirt. “Come on. Let’s find that tree before it gets dark.”

They walked in comfortable silence, the fence creaking faintly behind them as they slipped through. The forest opened up into a clearing, and there…standing on top of the hill, was the old tree.

Ibara’s breath caught, a small laugh escaping her. “It looked so much bigger when we were kids,” she said, her tone fond and a little teary.

As they walked closer, the nostalgia began to settle deep in her chest, warm and heavy all at once. The air even seemed different here; softer, calmer. She could almost hear echoes of laughter, high-pitched, childish giggles bouncing through the clearing.

A vision played faintly in her mind: her younger self perched on little Izuku’s back, her hands gripping his messy green hair while she laughed and yelled, “Faster, faster!” And the little boy, so small but so determined, gritted his teeth and marched forward through the grass with all the courage of a future hero.

Happy times. Simpler times.

By the time they reached the base of the tree, the sun was dipping below the horizon, painting the sky in faint golds and pinks. Ibara reached out, brushing her fingers along the bark until she found it, faint, almost erased by time, but still there.

Iz + Ib

Her thumb lingered over the old carving, tracing the grooves. Her lips quirked into a wistful smile. “I can’t believe it’s still here,” she murmured.

Izuku, quiet as ever, only stood beside her. He stared at the etching with the faintest tilt of his head,

The tree wasn’t much. Old. Weathered. A little crooked. But to her, it was the same anchor it had always been, the spot where two children made a promise under summer skies.

Her phone buzzed, pulling her back.

She fished it out of her pocket, still smiling faintly when she saw the name on the screen. “Hello?”

“Inko here, dear,” came the warm voice from the other end. “Is everything alright? It’s getting late — you three might miss the train back to UA if you don’t hurry.”

Ibara laughed softly. “We’re fine, Mrs. Midoriya. Just… reminiscing a little. We’re heading back now.”

“Good. Be careful, okay?”

“Always.”

She ended the call and slipped her phone away, taking one last look at the tree before turning toward Izuku. The glow from his eyes reflected softly against the fading sunset.

“Alright,” she said with a small smile. “Time to go home.”

As they walked, Ibara remembered a little boy’s voice, small but so sincere it almost hurt to remember.

‘When I grow up, I’ll protect you! Always!’

Notes:

And that's a wrap!

Hope you guys enjoyed that one. I tried my best on tense scenes and gory scenes.....but I'm not really an expert. I mostly used things that I see majority on some stories I've read in the past so not really good at it, but I still wanted to try my hand on it

So yeah, not really that much to say. I hope you guys enjoyed it and I'll see you in the next chapter

Chapter 64: Domesticated Nomu, Angel-Certified: Origins

Summary:

Built to kill. Built to Obey.

And yet seeing her face....brought up one clear image in his head that was filled with nonsense. One clear word.

Angel

Notes:

Welcome back to more Nomu Izuku x Ibara. Now I get it, why this again? The last chapter was about Nomu Izuku x Ibara. Why are getting another one?! RIOT! THIS STORY MUST BURN!

...Look I was binge watching Season 1 and 2 to get a proper outline for the Bitch and the nerd (Nejire x Izuku) but my mind just wouldn't shut up about how Nomu Izuku would deal with the timeline (Like how is Iida alive, what happens in the training camp?, etc.) My mind was just flooded with like....scenes and I just needed to write it so I can move on.

So sorry if you guys are fed up with this one. I hope you enjoy the pain my brain made me endure for the past few days lol

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

The laboratory was quiet. 

Glass panels lined the walls, their pale reflections bouncing from one sterile surface to the next. The air reeked of disinfectant and ozone. Clean. Sterile. Dead.

Two figures stood in the center of the room.

A man in a white coat moved between monitors, muttering to himself. His glasses glinted with the soft blue glow of data screens, reflections of a dozen lifelines that weren’t quite human.

The other stood tall, hands clasped neatly behind his back. Tubes and wires trailed from his form to the machines behind him. His voice, when it came, was sof, aged, controlled, but touched by faint amusement.

“So, Doctor” he murmured, his tone almost jolly, “are the preparations complete?”

“They are. The Anti-All Might is ready for deployment.” He adjusted a dial, watching a new line appear on the vitals chart. “Shigaraki will be using it, yes? At the UA facility?”

A faint hum of approval followed. “Mm. The USJ. A fine testing ground. This will be young Shigaraki’s first step toward understanding what it means to create chaos.”

The doctor merely nodded, though his mind was elsewhere, tracking the pulse rate of the thing submerged in the main containment tank. “Of course, my master. Though…” He hesitated, one hand tightening around a clipboard. “There is another matter. The prototype Nomu, the one I’ve been developing alongside the High-End series, it’s… finished. Or close enough to it.”

A dry chuckle. “You sound disappointed.”

“I am,” the doctor admitted. “It should have worked.”

“It’s functional,” the doctor continued, turning back toward the vat at the far end of the room. “Physically stable. Responsive. But…” He trailed off, lips curling slightly in frustration. “I’m afraid it may be considered a failure.”

A low chuckle filled the space, muffled through the mask. “A failure, Doctor? After all your careful work? I doubt that.”

“You misunderstand,” the doctor said, pulling up a holographic readout of the subject’s neural activity. “The process this time was… different. The goal was to accelerate the High-End procedure, create something that wasn’t just powerful, but intelligent. Perhaps even like our dear Kurogiri.”

He adjusted his glasses. “To that end, I took a more… delicate approach. Instead of simply reconstructing a corpse, I started with someone alive. Broke them down mentally. Slowly. Kept them conscious throughout. Scraped away everything, identity, memory, self until there was nothing left. Then filled that empty shell with quirks, cells, augmentations… ten years of layered experiments.”

The older man regarded him silently. “And yet,” he said at last, “you call it a failure.”

The doctor exhaled softly, gaze lingering on the silhouette inside the tank. “Yes. Because what’s left of the person inside is… too broken. The body functions, the reflexes are perfect, but the mind…” He tapped the glass. “It’s not responding as expected. It doesn’t scream, doesn’t lash out, it will obey. But It just… exists. A body without a purpose. Nothing more than a foot shoulder” the doctor sighed “Give this thing a direction and he will just lash out there”

The older man’s hum was low, contemplative. “Then Doctor… why don’t we give it one.”

 

5:00 a.m.

In a small apartment in the heart of Musutafu, an obnoxiously cheerful All Might alarm went off with heroic gusto.

“RISE AND SHINE, YOUNG HERO! PLUS ULTR–”

A hand shot out from beneath the blankets and slammed the button. The voice died mid-slogan.

“...Ugh.”

Ibara Shiozaki sat up with a groan, hair spilling around her shoulders like a curtain of green thorns. She rubbed at her eyes, blinking through the haze of early morning. The faint sunlight crept through her curtains, brushing the wooden floor in soft gold.

Her room was tidy, orderly. A few plants lined the windowsill, a collection of textbooks neatly stacked by her desk. The faint scent of lavender hung in the air, her way of keeping mornings gentle.

She yawned, then smiled faintly. “Another day,” she murmured to herself.

Her gaze drifted to the desk, where a small photo frame sat beside her notebook. The sight softened her expression immediately.

She reached for it carefully, like it might break.

The photograph was old but lovingly kept, its edges slightly worn. In it, two children stood in the summer sun, one little girl with vine-like hair, laughing beside her, a small boy grinning from ear to ear, proudly holding up a shiny All Might card. She could almost hear his voice again, excited, unsteady, full of that impossible, innocent energy.

She smiled, whispering under her breath. “You really were proud of that card, weren’t you?”

Her mother had taken that picture the day he’d spent his entire summer allowance on those card packs. He had jumped up and down when he pulled the rare one, the one with All Might smiling. He’d run straight to her, waving it like a trophy, beaming so bright it was hard not to laugh.

A quiet laugh escaped her now, fond but shaky. Then her eyes blurred, the world rippling for just a moment.

“...Oh, come on,” she muttered, brushing the tears away quickly. “Not first thing in the morning.”

The ache never really went away. She thought she’d gotten used to it, the dull emptiness left behind by someone who should have grown up beside her, who should have still been here. But every now and then, she’d see that smile again in her dreams, that determined little boy promising he’d protect her someday.

She swallowed, straightened up, and set the picture gently back on the desk.

“Time to get moving,” she told herself, shaking off the heaviness. “You’ve got class.”

Her vines shifted slightly as she moved toward the door, catching the soft light that filtered in from the hallway. She forced a small, steady smile onto her face before stepping out and calling down the hall.

“Good morning, Mom! Dad!”

From the kitchen came the familiar clatter of dishes and her father’s warm laugh. Her mother peeked over the counter, smiling.

“Good morning, dear! Breakfast’s almost ready.”

Ibara’s shoulders relaxed, her smile now genuine. “I’ll set the table.”

Breakfast came and went in the quiet rhythm, her mother humming, her father reading the news, the smell of toasted bread and eggs filling the small kitchen. It was a simple morning, uneventful and warm, the kind of peace she never really thought about until she got older.

And soon enough, that peace gave way to the familiar buzz of UA

The sound of chatter filled the Class 1B room as Ibara walked in. Pony was the first to spot her, her cheerful voice cutting through the noise.

“Good morning, Ibara!”

“Good morning, Pony,” Ibara replied with a polite bow of her head, her vines shifting behind her like a soft wave.

A handful of her classmates waved in greeting, and she offered gentle smiles in return before making her way to her seat.

Only to pause at the sight beside her.

Itsuka Kendo had her head buried in her folded arms, a soft groan muffled against her desk.

“...Kendo?” Ibara asked softly.

The redhead raised her head just enough for one eye to peek out, her hair disheveled from stress. “Class Rep stuff sucks.”

Ibara stifled a laugh behind her hand. “You’ll be fine. There’s a reason most of us voted for you, remember?”

Itsuka just groaned louder and sank back into her desk. “I should’ve refused the nomination. I could’ve lived my life in peace.”

Before Ibara could respond, two shadows loomed over their desks.

“Please!”

“Have mercy!”

Kosei and Manga were kneeling on the floor in front of them, hands clasped dramatically in supplication.

“Let us copy your homework! We’ll die if Ectoplasm gives us another lecture!” Kosei pleaded, his face pale with the memory of their last scolding.

“I can still hear his voice in my nightmares,” Manga added gravely.

Ibara sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “You know what the answer is going to be.”

The duo froze in mock horror. “No… not again!”

“I’m sorry, but no,” she said gently, folding her hands. “You had all night.”

Itsuka groaned again, this time louder, and lifted her head just enough to glare at them. “You two are living with the consequences of your actions. Now go sit down before Vlad walks in.”

“But-”

“Now.”

Kosei and Manga trudged back to their seats, defeated, muttering under their breath

Ibara couldn’t help but laugh softly at the sight, her shoulders shaking.

And right on cue, the door slammed open.

Vlad King strode in, crisp as ever, clipboard in hand and expression sharp enough to cut through steel.

“Alright, class! Sit down!” he barked. “We’re starting with training rotations today, and I expect everyone to be ready. I see even one unfinished assignment, I’m doubling your laps!”

Kosei and Manga simultaneously let out a quiet whimper.

Vlad King stood tall by the podium, arms crossed as his presence dominated the room. His voice was firm.

“Listen up, Class B. Later this afternoon, you’ll be participating in a joint training session with Class 1A.”

That got everyone’s attention. Heads shot up, whispers immediately breaking out across the room.

Vlad smirked faintly before holding up a laminated card with bold red letters across the top: Rescue.

“The focus will be rescue operations,” he continued. “Natural disasters, large-scale accidents, crisis response, the works. You’ll be under observation by myself, Aizawa, All Might, and Thirteen.”

The class practically exploded with excitement.

“Thirteen’s gonna be there too?!”

“This is gonna be awesome!”

The wave of chatter was instantly silenced when Vlad slammed his clipboard onto the podium with a single sharp wham.

“Quiet.”

A hush fell so fast you could almost hear the collective gulp.

Vlad’s eyes scanned the room. “You’ll have the morning to prepare. Costumes are optional some of you may still have repairs pending from the last exercise, and some of you,” his gaze flicked to a few guilty faces, “might need to rethink your gear after the last lesson. Choose wisely. You’ll be graded on performance, not style.”

He paused just long enough for the message to sink in before barking, “Dismissed!”

Right on cue, the door slid open and in stepped Midnight.

Instantly, half the boys in the class straightened in their seats. The other half immediately pretended to look very busy.

“Good morning, Vlad~,” Midnight sang, sauntering in with that trademark confidence that somehow made even Vlad clear his throat awkwardly.

“Midnight,” he replied gruffly, taking a strategic half-step aside. 

With a wink, she waved him off. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.”

Vlad muttered something that sounded suspiciously like ‘that’s what I’m afraid of’ as he exited.

The class collectively exhaled.

 

By lunch break, the usual noise and warmth had returned.

Ibara sat with her usual group, Reiko quietly nibbling on her food, Yui calmly arranging hers in perfect portions, Itsuka propping her chin on her hand, looking done with life, and Jurota, Sen, and Kuroiro discussing something about combat stances that sounded way too serious for lunchtime.

Ibara, ever the gentle one, had brought her own lunchbox neatly packed with care, homemade.

Their table conversation shifted to recent news.

“Man, that media trespass was crazy,” Sen said between bites. “Like, how’d they even get in? It’s UA, not some public park.”

Reiko sipped her tea, voice soft. “They caused quite a panic…”

Itsuka nodded. “Yeah. Honestly, props to the guy who stopped it. Heard it was someone from 1A….uh, Iida? Their class rep.”

Jurota tilted his head. “The serious-looking one?”

“Yeah,” Itsuka said with a sigh. “I mean, the guy’s earnest, I’ll give him that. Like, dangerously earnest. You could tell him to chill and he’d probably apologize for not chilling hard enough.”

That earned a round of laughter around the table even Ibara giggled, covering her mouth politely.

Then came a light tap on her shoulder.

She turned, a little startled, and found herself looking up at a boy with ashen-blonde, spiky hair and sharp red eyes. His uniform was crisp, his expression unreadable.

He held out a folded napkin. “You dropped this.”

“Oh, thank you, Katsuki,” she said with a warm smile.

He only grunted, tucking his free hand into his pocket before walking off toward another table

“Who was that?” Yui asked after a moment of silence, as her eyes followed the ash-blond figure walking away.

Ibara looked up from her bento, a bit surprised by how everyone’s eyes were suddenly on her. “Oh him? That was Katsuki Bakugo. If I remember right, he’s from Class 1A.”

Reiko raised an eyebrow, her tone calm as ever. “You two seemed familiar. How do you know each other?”

Ibara smiled faintly “We’ve known each other since we were kids. We were… friends, I suppose. Not very close, but we got along.”

Before anyone could respond, a familiar voice suddenly slithered in from behind her.

“Oooh, friends since childhood, huh?”

Setsuna Tokage practically materialized beside Ibara, her upper body leaning forward with a teasing grin while the rest of her body lagged behind. “Is this one of those stories? Childhood friends? Secret crushes? Reunited under the cherry blossoms? Come on, tell me I’m right!”

Ibara blinked, taken off guard by the barrage of questions before letting out a quiet laugh. “Nothing that dramatic, Setsuna. We were just friends. We didn’t even talk that much growing up, our houses were close, that’s all. We’d see each other in passing, at most we see each other maybe once a year.”

Setsuna pouted exaggeratedly. “Boo. I was hoping for a ‘we made a pinky promise under the stars’ kind of thing.”

Yui, deadpan as ever, muttered, “You’ve been reading too many romance stories.”

Reiko’s eyes softened as she leaned forward slightly. “So you weren’t always distant?”

Ibara shook her head, her smile turning wistful. “We were but for a different reason. Back when we were little, Katsuki was… louder than he is now. Always charging ahead, shouting about something, usually about how great he’d be one day.”

She chuckled lightly, though the sound wavered near the end. “But after…”

Her words faltered. The smile slipped.

She stared at her chopsticks for a long moment, the cafeteria noise fading into the background.

Itsuka leaned forward, concern edging her voice. “Ibara? You okay?”

The question snapped her back. Ibara blinked, her vines twitching slightly before she smiled again, softer this time “Ah, yes, sorry. I’m fine.”

Setsuna tilted her head. “After what?”

Ibara hesitated, her voice lowering as she toyed with the corner of her napkin. “Let’s just say… after a certain day, we somewhat got close. Katsuki changed after that. We both did.”

 

Soon lunch ended,  she and the rest of Class 1B were assembled outside. Some students were stretching in their gym uniforms, others flashing off their costumes. Ibara, meanwhile, stood among the few in standard gym clothes her expression somewhere between serenity and mild irritation.

Her costume, if one could even call it that, was still a sore subject.

All she had asked for was something simple, a white robe, boots, a few belts for gear. Practical. Modest. Nun aesthetic.

What she received, however, was an abomination: a “battle dress,” they called it, complete with exposed shoulders, a backless design, and heels. Heels.

She sighed, pressing a hand to her forehead at the memory.

She had immediately filed a complaint, demanded a redesign, and prayed, quite literally, that whoever designed that outfit faced divine retribution for their sins.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps. Or rather shouting.

Class 1A had arrived.

She didn’t even need to look to know it, the moment Monoma’s voice cut through the afternoon air like a siren, it was confirmation enough.

“Ah-ha! So this is the so-called elite Class A arriving after us! Late, disorganized!--”

Before he could finish his speech, a sharp thwack rang out, followed by the dull sound of a body hitting pavement.

Kendo, hand still raised from her karate-chop, sighed and dragged the unconscious Monoma toward the bus by his collar. “Sorry about that,” she said dryly to no one in particular. “He gets chatty when he’s awake.”

Reiko gave a slow blink. “Do you… plan to wake him up before we arrive?”

“No promises.”

Kendo’s voice carried an exhausted kind of humor as she adjusted her grip on Monoma’s collar. His head lolled slightly, still completely unconscious from the earlier chop. 

The rest of Class 1B piled in behind her, their chatter filling the air with the kind of chaotic warmth that only came from teenagers. Sen was one of the last to step aboard. He glanced at the still-slumped Monoma occupying the front seat and shook his head with a sigh.

“Not even ten minutes into the day,” he said, settling in beside Jurota, “and I’m already convinced that guy’s gonna be a problem for life.”

“Gonna be?” Jurota huffed, resting his chin in one palm. “Pretty sure he already is.”

That earned a few laughs. Kendo slumped into the nearest seat with the weariness of someone who’d just seen her future flash before her eyes. “If anyone needs me, I’ll be in permanent detention babysitting him for the next three years.”

Ibara giggled softly, vines swaying with the motion. She reached over and patted Kendo’s shoulder in quiet sympathy. “You’ll do well, Kendo. You’re the only one who can handle him without divine intervention.”

Even Yui looked up from her phone long enough to give a silent thumbs-up.

“Traitors,” Kendo muttered, though the corner of her mouth twitched upward. “You could at least pretend to offer help.”

The bus filled with laughter. Vlad King climbed aboard. He did a quick headcount, muttered something about “future headaches,” and then took his place at the front.

As the bus pulled away from the curb, the students settled into their own clusters of conversation. The morning light spilled through the windows, turning the world outside into streaks of gold and shadow.

The topic naturally drifted to their upcoming activity.

“So,” Sen said, leaning forward across the aisle, “we’re doing a rescue operation, right? Anyone know who’s taking the reigns?”

Ibara, ever composed, folded her hands neatly on her lap. “Most likely Thirteen. They specialize in rescue and disaster response. It’s what their entire hero identity is built around.”

A few heads turned her way, curious.

“Thirteen’s work before joining UA involved hazardous-zone extractions,” she continued, warming up to the subject. “Floods, landslides, chemical incidents… Their quirk makes them particularly suited for it, even though it’s technically offensive in nature. They’ve saved dozens of lives through containment and spatial redirection. After UA hired them, their focus shifted to training first responders and students in emergency handling protocols.”

By the time she finished, even Vlad had half-turned his head from the driver’s seat, mildly impressed.

“Wow,” Jurota said after a moment, ears flicking. “You sure know a lot about Thirteen. You a fan or something?”

Ibara blinked. The question seemed to genuinely surprise her. “Oh–no, not exactly. I just… developed a habit of reading up on pro heroes. It’s important to understand the structure of their work if we want to serve the public properly.”

Sen nudged Jurota with a grin. “Translation: fan.”

“I am not,” she insisted, a faint blush coloring her cheeks.

The laughter soon followed and Ibara hid her smile behind her hand, shaking her head at their teasing.

Then, after some time, Vlad’s voice cut through the chatter.

“Alright, everyone,” he announced, tone clipped but not unkind. “We’ve reached our destination.”

 

“Hello, everyone!”

The cheerful voice rang across the open dome, muffled slightly by the helmet but still warm enough to echo. The students looked up in unison to see a figure standing proudly at the top of the steps white suit gleaming under the floodlights, helmet reflecting the faint shimmer of the artificial sky above.

Thirteen, the space hero, waved both gloved hands in greeting. “Welcome to the Unforeseen Simulation Joint, here, we can train for all kinds of disaster scenarios: landslides, floods, building collapses, and even urban rescues! Each section replicates real world conditions, so you’ll get to experience the challenges that pro heroes face every day!”

Their voice was upbeat, almost melodic, the kind that made the serious warnings sound oddly inviting.

As they gestured around, the students of Classes 1A and 1B followed their explanation with rapt attention. 

Ibara stood quietly near the back of her group, her eyes trailing over the massive space as Thirteen continued.

Then, movement caught her attention, a brunette girl from Class 1A, bouncing on her heels with both hands clasped in excitement. Her hair bobbed as she whispered something to the boy beside her, eyes wide with childlike wonder.

Ibara couldn’t help but smile. That kind of earnest joy was contagious.

Her gaze softened, a small thought passing through her mind like a breeze. He would have loved this.

She exhaled quietly through her nose, letting the fondness settle before speaking softly to herself. “Maybe I should ask for an autograph after this…”

Thirteen, oblivious to her little moment, went on.

“Now then, as future heroes, there’s something crucial you all must understand!” Thirteen’s voice shifted slightly “Rescue work isn’t just about saving lives. Sometimes, the very quirks we use to help others can also harm them. In the wrong conditions, with the wrong control…”

Their gloved hand clenched slightly. “A hero’s power can easily become deadly.”

Silence rippled through both classes. Even the students who’d been whispering fell quiet, the excitement cooling into a heavy, thoughtful stillness.

For a moment, only the distant trickle of the decorative fountain filled the space.

Then someone from Class 1A, a boy with a wide grin that quickly faltered, pointed uncertainly toward the water. “Uh… what’s that?”

Heads turned.

At first, it looked like steam, a faint, purple haze rising lazily from the center of the fountain. A chill ran through the air.

Tetsutetsu took a bold step forward, squinting. “Is this part of the exercise? Some kind of illusion thing?”

“Everyone, back!” Vlad’s voice cracked through the stillness, sharp and commanding.

Aizawa was already moving, scarf unfurling in a fluid sweep as his eyes glowed faint red. “Those aren’t simulations,” he said tightly, his gaze narrowing toward the forming silhouettes inside the mist.

“Those are real villains.”

The words landed like a drop of ink in clear water, spreading, sinking, staining the air itself.

Villains?

The thought barely formed in Ibara’s mind before the mist pulsed again, darker this time, and and surrounding the fountain, the first shapes began to step through.

 

Out of the thick purple mist came a crowd of people, villains, all kinds. Big, small, armed, half-naked, half-mad. Their voices mixed into one ugly noise that filled the dome.

Two figures, though, stood out immediately.

One was massive. A wall of muscle and scars, the kind that looked built to destroy buildings. Its skin was dark. Exposed brain and beak. 

Next to it stood something different. Leaner. Still tall, but not as bulky.

Its skin was purple, pulled tight against wiry muscle. Across its chest ran stitches. The top of its skull was split open. Its eyes were green, bright, steady, empty.

The mist began to fold back on itself, swirling until two golden orbs shone from within.

A voice came with that soft static hum. “The entry point is secure, Shigaraki.”

The man in black stepped forward, hands twitching, voice low and annoyed. “He’s not here. All Might’s not here. We came all this way, and he’s not here?”

While he paced and muttered, the green-eyed Nomu just… stood there.

Still. Silent. Processing.

[Designation]: I-000  

[Primary Objective]: Follow Shigaraki’s Orders  

[Status]: Awaiting further orders  

[Tagged]: 3 current individuals 

[Threats to Master]: 0

The thoughts ran through his head like lines of code. Clean. Cold.

It hadn’t been long since it woke up to a dark bar. The glow of a sign. A young man staring at him with that strange smile. Then a voice.

Then a portal.

And now, this place

Even as the mist rolled forward and the lesser villains charged, screaming into chaos

Even as his “master” ran into battle

Even as the larger Nomu crushed the man in the scarf and slammed him into the ground

He didn’t move.

Didn’t even blink.

Just stood there.

“Oi.”

The hulking figure with green eyes turned slightly at the voice. His master, Shigaraki, stood in front of him, hands twitching, lips curled in a lazy sneer. Without warning, he jabbed a finger into the Nomu’s stomach, the gesture almost childish.

“You’re pretty useless, you know that?” he said, voice light but laced with venom. “My master said you were defective. A failure. But he figured, eh—may as well keep you around. Gave you to me as a gift.”

The Nomu didn’t react. Didn’t move. Just blinked once, faint green light flashing in the hollow of his eyes.

Shigaraki’s grin widened. “Still, you’ve got some uses, don’t you?”

Before anything more could be said, the purple mist was beside them again, Kurogiri’s form reforming into its usual composed shape. “Shigaraki,” he said calmly, “one of the students escaped.”

The younger man froze, scratching at his neck in frustration, nails rasping against skin hard enough to draw faint red lines. “Tch… you’re lucky you’re the warp gate. If you weren’t, I’d kill you right now.”

Shigaraki exhaled through gritted teeth, then waved his hand dismissively. “Whatever. We’re done here. A bunch of pros will show up soon anyway. Let’s go before this turns annoying.”

He paused, then jabbed the Nomu in the chest again. “But before that, you. You’ve been standing there doing nothing. Time to work, puppet.”

He turned his head toward the nearby lake, where the faint sound of splashing could be heard. Four figures, students, stood in the shallow water, looking toward them with wide, uncertain eyes. Two girls. Two boys.

Shigaraki’s grin stretched, a cracked parody of joy. “Go kill some kids.”

[Primary Objective]: Follow Shigaraki’s Orders  

[Orders Received]: Kill Students

The Nomu’s head tilted slightly. Then it began to move.

Its footsteps were heavy, water rippling under each step as it advanced. Two lower-level villains stumbled in its path, shouting something about territory or credit. They didn’t finish their words.

The Nomu’s hands shot out, each seizing a head. There was a short, muffled struggle, feet kicking, hands clawing. Then the Nomu’s grip tightened.

Crack

Crack

Silence.

The bodies went limp, and the Nomu’s arms began to change. From the seams along its muscles, cords of red and black flesh writhed outward, thin at first, then thicker, wrapping around the corpses. The sound was ugly, wet. Bone gave way. Skin folded. The forms sank into him, absorbed until there was nothing left but faint ripples under the surface of his arm.

When it was over, the tendrils retracted, leaving his skin smooth again, except now, his forearms ended in claws. Long, sharp, glinting faintly under the dim light.

Shigaraki’s reaction came instantly. “Whoa hah! That was so cool!” He laughed, stepping closer, eyes wide with a child’s morbid fascination. “Disgusting… but cool. Yeah, you’re definitely staying.” He gestured toward the lake, fingers twitching with giddy impatience. “Now go on. Use those fancy toys of yours and kill those kids.”

The Nomu crouched low. Its spine arched, tendons flexing, muscles bulging and twitching beneath the skin like cables under pressure.

One step…and the world blurred.

When it stopped moving, it was already face-to-face with a vine-haired girl.

For a fraction of a second something flashed in its mind.

We’ll be friends forever, right Izuku?

A few minutes earlier

Ibara sighed softly as she trudged out of the water. Behind her, Manga Fukidashi climbed up next, muttering something about how the water ruined all his “sound effects.”

Beside them, a girl pulled herself up with an effortless hop, Tsuyu Asui, from 1A. “Ribbit. I’m glad you were with us, Shiozaki,” she said, her tone calm but genuine. “Your vines came in handy down there.”

Ibara smiled tiredly, brushing a few damp tendrils of hair from her face. “Likewise, Asui. Without your quick thinking, I would’ve been bleeding instead of breathing.”

“Ribbit. Teamwork,” Tsuyu said simply, nodding.

Mineta, on the other hand, was not nearly as composed. He stumbled onto the shore, shaking, muttering to himself with tear-streaked cheeks. “I—I can’t die like this! Not without—without touching a single boob!”

Ibara closed her eyes for a moment and drew in a slow breath. “…I’ll question how he got into the Hero Course later,” she whispered to herself. For now, survival was higher on her list. “We should regroup with the others at the gate before more villains show up.”

Manga nodded quickly. “Yeah, before we end up as comic relief corpses.”

They began moving along the water’s edge, boots squelching in the mud.

Then, up ahead, movement.

A shock of gray scarf. A blur of motion.

A terrible crack.

Ibara froze just in time to see the hulking figure slam Aizawa into the ground and twist his arm at an unnatural angle.

Her breath hitched, a hand flying to her mouth. She bit back a gasp, forcing herself silent. Even Manga’s usual chatter died instantly.

Mineta trembled so hard his teeth chattered. “W-we’re dead… we’re so dead…” he whimpered, tears already gathering again.

Tsuyu crouched low beside them, eyes darting. “Ribbit. We can’t fight that thing,” she whispered. “If we move carefully, maybe we can slip by. Stay quiet. Don’t draw attention.”

Ibara nodded slowly, though her heart was hammering so loud she swore it could be heard. The behemoth’s shadow loomed over the wrecked plaza in the distance, and all she could do was pray its eyes wouldn’t turn toward them.

“Go kill some kids.”

The voice cut through the air, cold, careless, almost bored. The blue-haired man pointed right at them, finger trembling with excitement.

They should have run. Should have screamed. Should have done something.

But when they saw it, the creature with green eyes crushing two of its own allies, the sound of skulls popping like wet fruit, the sight of its arms eating them whole every instinct just…stopped.

Even Tsuyu froze, pupils dilated. Manga’s breath hitched into a soft, broken gasp. Mineta could only whimper, his legs refusing to move.

Ibara had been scared before…But this?

This was different.

This was fear. Real fear. The kind that makes your bones shake before your mind can catch up. The kind that whispers that death is standing right behind you, exhaling down your neck.

And in that moment of hesitation… they doomed themselves.

The creature moved.

It just took one step and the world snapped

One step.

And it was already there.

Right in front of her.

The air turned heavy, almost red, like the color had drained from the world and only dread remained. Ibara stared up, eyes wide, vines trembling at her shoulders. The thing towered above her, claws rising high, the light from the broken ceiling glinting off them like blades.

She couldn’t scream. Couldn’t move. Just closed her eyes and braced for pain.

But it never came.

Slowly, carefully, she opened her eyes 

The creature’s clawed hand was inches from her face. The tips hovered so close she could feel the air shift against her skin. Its arm trembled.

And those green eyes, glowing, twitching, seemed… lost.

The blue-haired man behind it shouted, furious. “Hey! What the hell are you doing? I said kill them! Come on, you useless freak!”

Still, it didn’t move.

It just growled, low and guttural, clutching at its head like it was splitting in two.

Then…voices.

Here you go, Izuku!

Izuku, come on! Let’s play!

It’s okay, Izuku…

The creature flinched like they were knives. It groaned, fingers digging into its skull, its sharp claws digging into the exposed brain making himself bleed.

The students snapped out of it at once. Manga grabbed Ibara’s wrist, tugging hard. “Shiozaki! Come on! Run!”

Tsuyu’s voice followed, panicked. “Ribbit! Move!”

And as her name echoed in the chaos something in the creature’s head broke.

The voices layered and tangled, overlapping, growing louder.

Ehh, Izuku, come on!

Go, Izuku, go! To the top!

Come on slowpoke!

[Warning]: Objective must be completed or face Self-Termination

[Error]: Objective not being met. Must comply with Master’s orders.

[System Override]: Emotional interference detected. 

[Error]: Undefined variable: “Shiozaki.”

The Nomu threw his head back and screamed.

The sound was so guttural and broken it barely sounded alive. He swung wildly, claws tearing through the ground, through air, through anyone close enough to be unlucky. A villain lunged to steady him and was instantly shredded, his body crushed under one massive hand. Another tried to pull him back and was hurled into the lake, bones snapping before he hit the water.

Kurogiri and Shigaraki both took a step back. Even Shigaraki’s anger faltered for a moment as he stared at the creature losing control.

Still the voices piled on and on…

“Izuku, we can have cake after! Big, with lots of cream!”

“Chocolate again? You should try vanilla sometime”

“Izuku, come play, come play, come play—”

[Warning]: Deviation detected. Emotional interference compromising objective.

“Look, Izuku! We found flowers!”

[Error]: Sensory anomaly: non-hostile vocal signature identified.

“Don’t forget the ribbon!”

[Priority Override]: Reinforce Primary Directive.

[Error]: Objective not being met. Target priority increasing.

[Alert]: Compromised

“Look it’s All Might!”

[Warning]: Emotional feed interfering with motor output.

[Error]: Noncompliance detected. Initiate corrective action.

“Izuku if you do that again I’m going to cry”

The Nomu staggered forward, clutching at his chest. Blood dripped freely now, thick and dark. He slammed a claw into the concrete beside him, cracking it. His growl deepened, torn between command and something else clawing to the surface.

[Error]: Repeated failure to execute Primary directive.

[Error]: Repeated failure to execute Primary directive.

[Error]: Repeated failure to execute Primary directive.

[Critical Warning]: Autonomic protocols compromised.

“Are you okay?”

[Priority Directive]: Complete assigned elimination of targets or initiate FAILSAFE.

[FAILSAFE]: Self-Termination sequence ARMING. Final warning threshold imminent.

The Nomu’s glow flared brighter, veins lighting up like fissures beneath his skin. He dropped to one knee, trembling violently.

“Hey Izuku…can you promise me one thing?”

[ALERT – FINAL WARNING]: Execute orders now. Failure to comply will trigger full FAILSAFE.  

[COUNTDOWN]: 00:00:30 

The creature froze. His claws hovered above the ground, blood still dripping between them.

“Promise you’ll never leave me”

[FINAL]: SELF-TERMINATION ARMAMENT ENGAGED — 00:00:02

The creature groaned, a deep, broken sound that rattled from somewhere far beneath its ribs. Then, without hesitation, it raised one trembling hand and drove its claws straight through its own skull.

The wet crack echoed through the ruins. Sparks of green light flickered violently beneath the translucent tissue of its exposed brain before dimming, dimming, dimming…until everything went black.

[Notice]: Termination Successful.  

[Notice]: Primary Neural Pathway Disconnected.  

[Notice]: Motor Function Shutdown Complete.  

[System Update]: Quirk “Regeneration” — Deactivated.  

[System Update]: Quirk “Impact Absorption” — Deactivated.  

[System Update]: Quirk “Bioforge” — Deactivated.  

[Warning]: Vital Signs Critical.  

[Status]: Heart Rate — 0 bpm.  

[Status]: Brain Activity — Flatlined.  

[Notice]: Subject I-000 — Terminated.

The Nomu’s body went slack, slumping heavily to the floor with a hollow thud that sent a ripple through the puddles of blood beneath him.

Shigaraki clicked his tongue, disappointment clear. “Tch. And here I thought you’d be fun.” He crouched, staring at the still body. “Guess the doctor was right you were defective after all.”

He sighed, turning away. “Shame. You looked cool too.”

His attention shifted toward the other Nomu still pinning EraserHead. “You… kill those kids.”

The hulking thing responded immediately, jerking upright and charged.

Ibara, Mineta, Tsuyu, and Manga were so close to the stairs, just a few more steps, just a few more breaths, when suddenly a massive shadow cut across the ground.

The Anti-All Might’s roar tore through the air.

Its fist came down like thunder.

Ibara barely had time to throw up her vines, weaving them into a desperate barrier but the creature’s punch shredded through them like paper. The impact sent her tumbling backward, breath knocked from her lungs as the air filled with splintered green tendrils.

She yelped, coughing, trying to reform her vines only to see the monster draw its arm back again.

This time, she didn’t have time to block.

She braced, eyes squeezing shut

And somewhere behind her, a sound began to hum.

The fallen Nomu’s body twitched.

Inside that broken, caved-in skull, static. Light.

Somewhere inside what should’ve been nothing, something flickered.

The creature’s eyes dim, dull, dead...flared faintly green.

Then, there was noise. Not sound, but static. Scrambled imagery and half-formed light.

It saw something.

Blurred shapes. Muffled voices.

A white haze like fog behind glass.

Every sound stretched thin like the world was underwater.

Pure nonsense.

Until…

A flare.

A light…so bright it burned through the static.

For a second, everything sharpened. Color bled back into existence. The light split open, revealing the outline of a face.

A girl.

A smile.

A smile so warm it hurt.

And for the first time since he’d been made, since his first breath in that cold, humming lab…he felt peace.

A single word echoed across the emptiness of his mind.

Angel.

.

……..

[Notice]: Neural Activity Detected.

[System Alert]: Termination Override.

[Notice]: Quirk “Regeneration” — Reactivating.

[Notice]: Quirk “Cellular Memory Retention” — Online.

[Warning]: Unregistered Variable Detected — “Angel.”

[Status]: Heart Rate — 18 bpm... 34 bpm... 52 bpm…

[Status]: Brain Activity — Resumed.

[Notice]: Subject I-000 — Revival in Progress.

[Notice]: System Integrity Restoring... 12%... 43%... 67%..

Then deep within it…a voice.  

Small. Familiar. 

‘When I grow up, I’ll protect you! Always!’

The body began to move.

Flesh knitted

Bone reformed.

Smoke coiled from the wound as the flesh knit together, steam hissing between the cracks of regenerating tissue. The air stank of iron

Its fingers twitched once. Then again. Muscles rolled under its skin, trembling like an engine fighting to start.

[Designation]: I-000  

[System Override]: New Primary Directive: Protect Angel.

The Nomu’s entire body jerked upright, its frame convulsing in a violent tremor before it released a sound that was caught between a roar and a scream. It reverberated through the dome like thunder breaking inside a cave.

Every villain froze. Even the other Nomu, the Anti-All Might, paused mid-swing, its movements faltering for a heartbeat as the smaller, leaner one raised its head. The green in Izuku’s eyes burned bright, cutting through the darkness like searchlights.

Which was then followed by the heavy crash of the main gates bursting open.

“I AM HERE!”

His voice rolled through the hall, massive and booming, a promise and a warning all in one. Hope returned to the terrified students at the water’s edge. But before that hope could settle, another explosion drowned it out.

The impact shook the entire facility.

Izuku had moved.

One blink, and he was already slamming into the hulking Anti-All Might at full speed, tackling it off its feet and straight into the stairway with enough force to splinter the concrete beneath them. Dust and shards of stone scattered everywhere.

The Anti-All Might roared, swinging wildly, but Izuku didn’t stop. His claws erupted again from his arms, long and curved. He tore through muscle and sinew like paper, ripping the larger creature apart in short, vicious motions.

Shigaraki’s voice cracked through the chaos from somewhere near the center of the plaza. “What the hell are you doing?! Stop, stop that! He’s on our side! Friendly fire, you moron!”

Kurogiri’s mist flickered erratically behind him, fragments of his form dispersing under the pressure waves of the fight. “Shigaraki, he’s not responding to commands!”

“I can see that!” the boy snapped, scratching his neck in irritation before jabbing a finger toward the melee. “Anti-All Might! Kill your brother!”

The larger Nomu bellowed, its one remaining arm cocking back before crashing into Izuku’s skull with a sound like metal bending. Izuku’s head snapped back bone cracking, neck twisting grotesquely yet his body didn’t even falter.

A second later, there was a sharp crack, followed by the ugly sound of bones realigning. His head turned back forward in a single, unnatural motion.

And then he kept moving.

He slammed his claws into the Anti-All Might’s chest and ripped it open, strands of flesh and black fluid spraying across the floor. The larger monster’s roar warped into a gurgle before Izuku’s grip found its throat. Without hesitation, he lifted it muscles tensing, tendons snapping and hurled the entire body across the plaza.

It crashed through several tree and disappeared into the forest

The silence that followed lasted only a heartbeat.

Izuku’s chest heaved once. His head tilted slightly, the faint hum of internal systems clicking like gears. His eyes pulsed, bright green circles scanning the landscape.

[Tagged]: 1 Individual — Priority

[Threat to Angel]:

70: Low Priority

2: Mid Priority

1: High Priority

He exhaled slowly, shoulders rolling as the muscles in his back tensed and settled again.

Then another resounding boom.

A flash of gold tore through the smoke, wind pressure bursting outward like a shockwave. The smaller villains, those still lingering and too slow to retreat, were blown clear off their feet.

All Might grabbed Aizawa’s limp body from the ground and dashed back to the steps “Hold on, Eraserhead,” he said, setting him down carefully. “You’ve done more than enough.”

Ibara and the others rushed closer, still shaken but alive. All Might turned toward them, expression softening despite the grimness around them. “Is everyone all right?”

Ibara nodded quickly. “Yes, sir. We’re fine.” Tsuyu croaked a quiet agreement, while Manga just stared in awe. Even Mineta, trembling, managed to squeak out a shaky thumbs-up.

“Good,” All Might said, standing to his full height again. “Take Eraserhead back to the gate. The rest of the class should be there. Iida’s on his way to the school to call for reinforcements, so hold tight until they arrive.”

He gave them one last reassuring smile before turning back toward the center of the battlefield.

There, standing among the wreckage and bodies, was it.

The creature.

All Might’s expression shifted, his eyes narrowing slightly. “What are you…?”

Izuku’s body was still now, unnervingly so. The green glow from his eyes pulsed in steady rhythm

Inside, his systems hummed

[System Notice]: All Quirks Reactivated.  

[Status]: Vital Output: Stabilizing.  

[Alert]: Behavioral Pattern: Feral.  

[Directive]: Regulate Hostility Output.  

[Processing... Adjusting motor control... Adjusting adrenaline ratio...]

He stood motionless for a few seconds, his breath harsh, uneven. Then, gradually, his shoulders eased. His posture straightened. The furious tension in his face melted into something eerily calm.

The glowing veins across his arms dimmed. His breathing leveled out, quiet and controlled.

For a heartbeat, there was silence again, then a piercing screech.

The Anti-All Might barreled through the treeline, tts roar shook the ground, its claws tearing furrows into the concrete as it charged straight for the dome.

From the upper walkway, Shigaraki’s laughter broke through the chaos. “Yes! Now this is what I wanted! The main event! Nomu! Tear All—!”

He never got to finish the command.

Izuku was already gone.

A blur of purple and green light shot across the battlefield, crashing into the hulking Anti-All Might before it could even reach All Might. The impact thundered, the ground fracturing under the force.

Izuku’s claws flashed again, one clean slice severed the Anti-All Might’s arm.

The larger creature swung back with its stump of an arm, striking Izuku hard enough to send cracks through the tiles. His body bent with the blow, but he didn’t flinch.

He didn’t even look hurt.

He simply rebalanced, claws digging into the ground, eyes locked on the target.

Every slash, every punch, every brutal exchange sent shockwaves through the air. 

[Objective]: Eliminate Threats to Angel.  

[Threat Identified]: 1: High Priority.  

[Action]: Neutralize Target.

The Anti-All Might swung again. Izuku ducked low, claws flashing upward in a brutal, clean arc that carved a deep gash across the creature’s torso.

Black fluid sprayed into the air like oil mist. The larger Nomu howled, staggering back, but before it could regain footing, a furious voice cut through the chaos.

“Kill All Might!” Shigaraki shouted, his tone cracking between rage and command. “I said kill him!”

The Anti-All Might’s head snapped violently toward the booming figure of All Might, its glowing eyes flaring with renewed frenzy. It bellowed once, dug its feet into the ground, and charged.

But it never made it.

Izuku lunged, intercepting mid-sprint, his claws driving straight through the creature’s mouth. The sound was wet and sharp, followed by a thunderous slam as Izuku pivoted and threw it down with enough force to crater the floor beneath them.

Shigaraki’s voice broke again, half-growl, half-scream. “Kurogiri! Support the Nomu! Now!”

The mist rippled beside him in response, edges glowing faintly as a new warp began to form.

Down on the ground, Izuku and the Anti-All Might clashed once more, each blow heavier than the last, shockwaves shaking the fractured dome. Izuku’s claws raked, the other’s fists slammed.

And through it all, Izuku’s eyes never blinked.

Inside, the calculations had already begun.

[Warning]: Nomu possesses High Regeneration Quirk.  

[Analysis]: Capacity for Healing — Unknown.  

[Result]: Lethal Damage — Ineffective.  

[Conclusion]: Killing — Impossible.  

[Strategy Update]: Recalculating Options.

He twisted away from another heavy swing, barely glancing over his shoulder. The internal feed flickered again.

[Note]: Individual Identified — Shigaraki Tomura.  

[Quirk]: Decay.  

[Threat Level]: High.

Another ping.

[Warning]: Individual “Shigaraki” closing in.  

[Warning]: Warp Gate forming: Left Sector.

Izuku didn’t even turn his head. His left arm moved on instinct, muscles snapping like a whip. His fist drove into empty space, only for a solid crunch to echo as it collided perfectly with a half-formed face emerging from the warp.

Shigaraki’s head snapped backward with a strangled noise, before the mist could even close, Izuku’s hand clamped over Shigaraki’s skull. He lifted him effortlessly and dragged him through the portal.

Izuku didn’t hesitate.

He hurled Shigaraki forward, straight into the larger Nomu’s chest. The creature caught him reflexively, the impact knocking both back a step.

In the same motion, Izuku closed the distance. His hand shot out, iron-tight fingers wrapping around Shigaraki’s wrist.

And then he forced the boy’s hand open, pressing it flat against the other Nomu’s head, all five fingers making contact.

A hiss filled the air. Then, decay bloomed like rot in fast-forward. Flesh withered, muscle disintegrated, and the Anti-All Might let out a strangled, gurgling roar as its body began to crumble from the point of contact. Blackened veins spread up its neck, over its face, and then…dust. The massive creature collapsed in on itself, slowly decaying into nothing more than gray powder that scattered across the ruined floor.

Shigaraki froze, eyes wide with disbelief. Then his shock twisted into something furious.

“You! You cheat!” he spat, voice shaking with anger. “Friendly fire?! That’s all you can do?!” His tone cracked higher as he pointed with his trembling hand. “You’re broken! You’re useless! You’re a failure!”

Izuku didn’t move.

He simply stood there, expression blank, eyes empty. The glow in his eyes stayed the same as he stared at the flailing man-child. 

The muscles in Izuku’s arm tensed, claws curling tighter, the sound of cracking bone echoing faintly under the hum of broken lights.

Before he could finish the motion, a ripple of violet mist swept across the ground and surged upward, swallowing Shigaraki up to the shoulders.

Kurogiri’s voice cut through the chaos, sharp but strained. “Shigaraki!”

Izuku reacted instantly. He took one heavy step backward, just as the warp closed directly where he was at.

When it cleared, Shigaraki stood several feet away, breathing hard. Between them, two severed hands lay still on the floor, sheared cleanly at the wrists during his retreat.

Kurogiri steadied Shigaraki by the shoulder. “You’re hurt. We should retreat—now.”

Shigaraki ignored him, still glaring across the field, “You defective piece of trash.”

Izuku didn’t answer.

He didn’t even seem to hear him.

He began to walk forward, unhurried, deliberate, each step echoing across the fractured floor.

From the ends of his arms, the stumps began to reform. Bones first, long, spindled, twisting. Then muscle wound around them in red cords, veins pulsing faintly under half-grown skin. By the time he reached the midpoint between them, both hands had fully regrown.

Shigaraki just wouldn’t shut up. He kept yelling, voice raw and cracking from a mix of fear and rage. “You’re useless! Defective! Broken! You were supposed to be perfect, and look at you! You can’t even follow orders!”

Izuku didn’t react. He didn’t even blink. He just kept walking, slow deliberate steps that made Shigaraki’s shouting sound smaller and smaller.

Kurogiri, on the other hand, had seen enough. His voice came out calm but edged with panic. “Master Shigaraki, we are clearly outmatched. We must retreat.”

A faint ping flickered behind Izuku’s eyes.

[Note]: Warp Gate

The message didn’t even finish before Izuku surged forward, body blurring with speed. The ground cracked under the force of his step.

But before his claws could reach them, the purple mist bloomed wide, swallowing both villains whole, and they were gone.

Silence fell again. The only sound left was the faint hum of broken lights and Izuku’s low breathing.

He stood there for a moment, unmoving. Then his head tilted slightly, eyes narrowing.

Another line of glowing text appeared across his vision.

[Note: Tagged Targets]: Shigaraki Tomura, Kurogiri

[Distance]: 30.6 kilometers

 

Meanwhile, back at the steps, All Might landed hard enough to rattle the broken tiles. He gently set down the last group of students, soaked, shaken, but alive. Class 1A and 1B were finally together again, huddled around Aizawa’s unconscious form and Vlad’s bruised body.

While the others checked on their classmates, All Might turned toward the lone figure standing a short distance away.

The creature didn’t move. It just stood there, staring blankly into the distance. He already knew the story. The villains had come through that purple warp gate, two creatures beside a blue-haired man. Nomus, they called them. The larger one had been the reason for Aizawa’s broken arm, while the other… had been ordered to attack Ibara, Manga, Tsuyu, and Mineta.

But it stopped. Inches away from the girl’s face.

Tsuyu said it clutched its head, like it was in pain. Then stabbed itself straight through the skull. Everyone thought that was the end of it… until it got back up and turned on the other Nomu instead.

All Might’s brows furrowed slightly. 

Soon the other teachers arrived, their footsteps echoing against the cracked tiles.

“SORRY WE’RE LA–” Present Mic’s voice carried before he even appeared, loud enough to make a few of the students flinch. But his words stumbled to a stop as soon as he saw the scene in front of him.

The plaza was wrecked. Bodies of villains scattered across the ground. A hulking Nomu lay twisted and motionless in a crater, its skin blackened and cracking apart. And in the center of it all stood a tall, purple-skinned creature, silent, still, its eyes faintly glowing as it stared off at nothing.

“…Uhhh… congrats, All Might?” Mic said, voice dropping an octave in disbelief.

All Might didn’t answer. He just hummed quietly, a low sound in his chest, and started walking toward the creature.

Izuku, meanwhile, wasn’t standing idle. His eyes flickered with faint light as text scrolled across his vision, scanning the area.

[Scan Complete]

[Threats Detected]: None

His head tilted slightly then, without warning, he began walking.

The other teachers froze as the creature moved

“All Might,” Vlad warned quietly.

“I see him,” All Might replied.

He stepped forward, intercepting the Nomu’s path. “Hold it right there, my boy.”

Izuku didn’t even slow down. His pace stayed steady

All Might placed a hand on his shoulder, firm, but not aggressive. “I said stop.”

The reaction was instant. The creature’s movement didn’t break, but the sheer force of its stride pushed All Might back a few inches, his formal shooes scraping across the floor.

He gritted his teeth, adjusting his stance, and this time used his strength just enough to plant the creature in place. “Easy now,” he said, voice calm but low.

Izuku turned his head toward him slowly. Their eyes met, green meeting blue, and for a moment, neither moved.

All Might gave a small, careful smile. “I need you to answer a few questions before you–”

Izuku didn’t care. He turned away just as calmly as before, gaze finding Ibara again.

Her body stiffened under the weight of his stare. She didn’t mean to, but she took a half-step back, breath hitching.

A soft ping echoed inside Izuku’s head.

[Warning]: Angel’s Current State: Afraid.

He froze.

The glowing text hung in his mind as his pupils narrowed, scanning again, once more checking the area for potential threats

[Scan Running…]

[Threats Detected]: None.

Another pause. Then one more line appeared across his vision:

[Calculating Cause...]

[Conclusion]: Angel is afraid of I-000.

The words flickered behind Izuku’s eyes like static.

He stood there, unmoving, a faint hum pulsing through his chest as his systems tried to make sense of it.

Angel…afraid.

That wasn’t right. His purpose was to protect Angel.

If Angel was afraid, then he was failing his purpose.

Remove Threat? Self-Terminate?

The thoughts looped once, twice, before his vision pulsed again.

[Answer]: Unacceptable. Self-Termination would leave no one to protect Angel.

Silence.

The wind shifted through the broken plaza, brushing dust across his feet. Izuku’s head lowered slightly, green eyes dimming as if deep in thought.

Then…he turned around.

All Might’s hand twitched instinctively, ready for a fight that never came. Instead, the creature simply walked.

He crossed the shattered tiles, passed the still-smoking crater, and stopped behind the ruined fountain. For a long moment, he stood there, silent, unreadable.

Then he sat down.

Just like that. His posture slumped forward, elbows resting on his knees, claws dangling loosely by his legs.

The entire plaza went quiet.

Present Mic blinked. “Uh… did it just…sit down?”

No one answered. The teachers stared, students peeked from behind cover. The only sound was the distant crackle of broken lights and the faint whistle of wind through the shattered dome.

And there it sat, motionless, silent, glowing faintly in the dark.

Nezu was the first to break the silence, hopping lightly onto a fallen piece of rubble. His whiskers twitched as he surveyed the destruction, the scattered villains, and finally the quiet Nomu by the fountain.

He let out a small, tired laugh. “Well… this has certainly been one hell of a day.” He turned toward All Might with a raised brow. “All Might, I think I’ll need the full story on this one.”

All Might exhaled through his nose, still staring at the creature. His voice came out softer than usual.

“Yeah,” he said. “You and me both.”

 

A few hours later, the USJ didn’t look like a training facility anymore.

Police tape fluttered in the wind. Flashing lights from patrol cars painted the cracked pavement red and blue. Officers moved in and out of the entrance, loading unconscious villains into vans. The air smelled like smoke, dried blood, and concrete dust.

Most of Class 1A and 1B sat outside the gates, wrapped in thermal blankets, shoulders touching, quiet in that way people get when adrenaline wears off.

Detective Tsukauchi stood near the curb with a clipboard, counting for the third time.

“…39, 40…” He paused. Then his shoulders eased a little. “Forty. Everyone’s here.”

A small wave of relief moved through the students like a sigh. Someone from 1A lifted their head.

“What about Aizawa-sensei? And Thirteen?”

Tsukauchi glanced at them. “Severe injuries. But they’re alive. Recovery Girl’s with them now, they’ll pull through.”

Some tension loosened. Shoulders dropped. A few kids quietly wiped their eyes.

Then Ibara noticed the movement behind him.

Near a line of police cars, several officers were guiding it forward, the tall, scarred Nomu with green eyes. Heavy cuffs locked its wrists and neck. Chains looped around its torso. And still… it didn’t fight. It just walked.

Ibara found herself speaking before she thought about it.

“Why… why are they arresting that one?”

Tsukauchi blinked, turned, followed her gaze. “Ah. Him.” His tone softened, but his expression stayed professional. “He’s being detained for questioning. He came with the villains, so for now, he’ll be treated like one.”

“But…” Ibara hesitated. “Didn’t he fight the villains? Doesn’t that mean… he was helping us?”

Tsukauchi let out a quiet breath through his nose. “Maybe. And if that’s true, it’ll come out. But the law doesn’t work on maybe. He still entered with them. He still attacked. We can’t ignore that.”

Ibara’s lips pressed together. She didn’t argue.

Because she remembered how those claws had hovered inches from her face.

Her eyes drifted back toward the Nomu.

As the officers led him past the line of students, he turned his head just a little. Just enough to meet her eyes.

For a moment, everything went quiet again.

Then Ibara flinched.

And just like that, he looked away.

Head lowered. No resistance. Just… gone.

And just like that, the day was over.

They were brought back to UA, just to breathe, regroup, and be counted again. Teachers spoke to parents. Recovery Girl moved between rooms. Eventually, the students were allowed to go home.

When Ibara stepped through her front door, her parents were already there waiting.

Her mother didn’t say anything at first, she just pulled her in, arms tight, shaking. Her father’s hand rested on her shoulder, steady but trembling slightly. They’d already heard everything from the Principal. They said they were proud. They also said they were terrified.

She hugged them back. Told them she was okay.

She smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

 

Days passed.

The news got out quickly, of course, “Villain Attack at UA”, headlines everywhere, reporters camped outside school gates, opinion pieces about security and hero education flooding TV screens.

Students from Class 1A and 1B became walking secrets. Some of them talked. Some refused to.

Most of them just… didn’t sleep.

Ibara tried. She really did. But every night, the same kind of nightmares came.

The sound of bones breaking. The weight of that claw hovering over her face. The feeling of helplessness, her body frozen, her heart pounding like it was going to tear itself apart.

Sometimes she woke up crying. Sometimes her vines wrapped around her like they were trying to shield her from something she couldn’t see.

But the strange part, the part she couldn’t tell anyone, was that the nightmares always ended the same way.

Right when things got worst.

Right when that monster was inches away.

It would stop.

And in the darkness of her dream, it would just… stand there.

That same tall, scarred creature.

The one that almost killed her.

Standing between her and whatever was coming next.

And she should’ve felt fear. She should’ve screamed.

But she didn’t.

For some reason, in that final moment, she felt…safe.

She never knew why.

Every morning, she woke before her alarm.

She’d sit there in bed for a moment, heart still racing from leftover dream fragments, breathing slow to calm herself down.

Then her eyes would wander, like they always did to the desk beside her bed.

To the photo frame sitting there.

Two kids in the sunlight. A girl with vine-like hair. A boy holding an All Might card, smiling like nothing bad could ever happen in the world.

Her fingers would reach out without thinking, tracing the edge of the frame.

 

SPORTS FESTIVAL ARC-

The afternoon at UA had settled into a quiet lull, students trickling out of classrooms, some staying behind to train for the upcoming Sports Festival. The sun was low in the sky, casting thin orange stripes across the staff office floor.

All Might, well, Toshinori now signed the last sheet of paperwork with a dramatic sigh. “Being a teacher is harder than fighting villains,” he groaned, slumping back in his chair.

“Try doing it without proper sleep and 2 mugs of coffee” Midnight snorted. Aizawa didn’t even look up from his sleeping bag but muttered something that sounded like agreement. A few teachers laughed.

That calm was broken by the door sliding open.

“Good afternoon, everyone,” Principal Nezu chimed, stepping inside with his usual polite smile. “Toshinori, you have a visitor.”

Toshinori blinked. “A visitor?”

Standing at the doorway was Detective Tsukauchi, hands in his pockets, bowing lightly. “Sorry for intruding during work hours.”

Nezu’s expression softened. “He says it’s a police matter.”

Minutes later in the teacher’s lounge, Toshinori sat across from Tsukauchi, a cup of tea steaming in his hands.

“It’s been a while,” Toshinori grinned, nudging him lightly. “You still single?”

Tsukauchi gave him a flat stare. “You’re the last person allowed to ask me that.”

Toshinori laughed, shoulders relaxing until he noticed Tsukauchi wasn’t laughing with him.

“…Alright,” he said, sobering. “What happened?”

Tsukauchi folded his hands on the table. “I’ll be upfront. I’m breaking protocol just by telling you this…but I think you’re the one who needs to hear it.”

Toshinori straightened in his seat.

Tsukauchi set his briefcase down beside the low table, fingers laced together. “You’ve probably skimmed the reports they handed faculty, but… there’s more than what was written.”

Toshinori nodded slowly. “Go on.”

“The first Nomu recovered, our forensics team finally got viable tissue samples despite the… decay.” His voice dropped slightly at the memory. “Identity came through two days ago. He was a petty criminal. Multiple break-ins, robbery, assault. Nothing beyond that.”

Toshinori frowned. “A hired thug?”

“That’s what we thought,” Tsukauchi said. “Until we ran a physical quirk analysis.”

He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small folder, sliding it across the table. Toshinori didn’t open it. He just listened.

“Four separate quirk signatures were detected in his system,” Tsukauchi continued. “And none of them were his original. The body showed heavy surgical alterations, brain tissue grafts, muscle fiber reinforcement, transplanted organs”

The air in the room seemed to thin.

Toshinori’s hand stilled around his cup. “You’re telling me… someone is manufacturing people like weapons.”

Tsukauchi nodded once. “This wasn’t black market work. This was precise. Controlled. Quirk factors extracted, inserted, stabilized. And whoever did it…they’ve done it before.”

Toshinori didn’t say his name at first. His jaw just tensed, eyes dropped to the table.

Then, quietly “So he’s moving again… All For–”

Tsukauchi lifted a hand. “Hold on. I thought the same. It fits his methods, his history, god knows he’s the only one who’s ever successfully stolen and given quirks.”

Toshinori looked up sharply.

“But that’s not the part I came here for.” Tsukauchi’s expression shifted less professional now, more human. Hesitant. “There’s… something else.”

He took a breath.

“The second creature. The one that turned against the villains.”

Toshinori blinked. “Yes. The one who saved the kids. Another criminal?”

Tsukauchi didn’t answer right away.

He stared at the file in his hands like it physically weighed something, thumb tapping once against the edge. His mouth opened slightly, then closed again.

Toshinori felt his chest tighten. “…Naomasa?”

The detective finally exhaled. “We… ran the DNA on the second Nomu.”

He spoke carefully now, like every word had to be chosen.

“No criminal history. No black-market records. No stored data in villain databases. Nothing.”

Toshinori’s brows furrowed. “So who…”

“That’s the problem,” Tsukauchi cut in softly. “There isn’t a who. Not officially. The only thing it matched with was… archived information.”

His eyes didn’t quite meet Toshinori’s.

“A few pediatric medical files from Musutafu General Hospital,” he said slowly. “And a missing person report.”

Something cold settled in Toshinori’s stomach.

Tsukauchi’s voice dropped to barely above a murmur.

“Filed… ten years ago.”

 

The sun had already dipped below the skyline of Musutafu, leaving only a soft orange afterglow against the apartment windows. In a small kitchen, steam rose from a simmering pot. Inko Midoriya stirred gently, her motions quiet and practiced. Her green hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, a few strands falling loose to frame a face that had once been fuller, softer. She looked healthy enough, but thinner than she should be. 

Anyone paying attention would’ve noticed the faint shadows beneath her eyes, the kind that came from years of half-slept nights.

She turned the stove off with a soft click.

And then, three quiet knocks at the door.

Inko blinked. ‘Visitors at this hour?’

Wiping her hands on a towel, she walked to the entryway and opened the door, and froze.

“Toshinori-san? Tsukauchi-san?”

Standing in her doorway was Japan’s Symbol of Peace, in his skeletal form, and beside him was Detective Naomasa Tsukauchi, hands tucked into his coat pockets.

Inko blinked again, flustered. “O-Oh! Good evening. If I knew you were coming, I would’ve made enough dinner for three.”

Toshinori gave a small, gentle smile. “Please, don’t trouble yourself. We actually… aren’t here to eat.”

There was something in his tone, polite, warm, but edged with something heavier.

“Oh.” She hesitated only a second before opening the door wider. “Well, come in anyway.”

They stepped inside. The apartment was small but neat, plants by the window, a framed photo near the hallway, the comforting scent of miso broth lingering in the air.

“Would you like some tea? Or water?” Inko asked, already walking to the cabinets.

“We’re fine,” Tsukauchi said.

“Water’s more than enough,” Toshinori added quickly.

So she poured water into two glasses anyway and set them gently on the table.

“So,” Inko smiled lightly as she sat across from them, “how have you both been? Naomasa-san, it’s been… what, two years since we last saw each other?”

Tsukauchi nodded. “Something like that. I’ve been well, tired, but that’s just police work.” A small smile tugged at his lips. “Nothing new there.”

Inko let out a soft chuckle. “That sounds about right.”

For a moment, it felt almost normal. Quiet.

Then she asked, still smiling, “So… what brings you here?”

That was when the air shifted.

Both men paused. Tsukauchi’s shoulders stiffened, Toshinori glanced at the table instead of her face.

“It’s… about something that hasn’t been made public yet,” Tsukauchi said eventually, hands folding on his knee. “What we’re about to tell you, it needs to stay between us, at least for now. The investigation is still ongoing, and only a few things have been fully confirmed.”

Inko blinked, caught off guard by the sudden seriousness. She let out a small, nervous laugh. “Oh, alright…you’re scaring me a little. What is this about?”

Toshinori opened his mouth. Closed it again.

Tsukauchi’s voice softened. “We just… felt you had the right to know first.”

Inko’s smile wavered. “Know… what?”

The two men glanced at each other.

Tsukauchi drew in a quiet breath and spoke first, voice careful. “You must’ve heard on the news, the USJ facility was atttacked.”

Inko nodded, brow creasing slightly. “Yes… I was watching the reports. I’m just grateful the students made it out safe.”

“They did,” he confirmed softly. “All of the lower-level villains were apprehended. The ringleaders escaped… but two of their…” he paused, searching for the right word, “...bodyguards were left behind. One was fatally injured. The other was captured and taken into custody.”

Inko’s hands folded in her lap. “I…see.”

“As per procedure,” Tsukauchi continued, “we conducted biometric scans and DNA analysis for identification.” He hesitated. “The severely injured one, the one they call ‘Nomu’, matched a small-time criminal. His body had been… modified.”

Inko didn’t speak.

Tsukauchi’s eyes lowered to the glass of water in front of him. “The second one… the one who turned against the other villains…” His words faded.

He stopped.

The silence stretched.

Toshinori looked at Tsukauchi, then back at Inko. His voice was quieter when he finally spoke.

“No criminal records. No villain registry. Nothing.” He swallowed once. “The only match in any database was… a missing persons report.”

He looked at her then, not as All Might, not as a Symbol, but as a man who hated what he was about to confirm.

“…filed ten years ago.”

Inko didn’t move at first.

“Ten years?” she said, with a thin laugh that sounded like it cracked on the way out. “That’s… that’s quite a coincidence, isn’t it? I mean…”

Toshinori’s voice cut through, gentle but firm.

“The report was filed by a woman named Inko Midoriya… searching for her son.”

“…Izuku Midoriya.”

The room went completely still.

No one moved. No one breathed too loudly.

Tsukauchi didn’t push, didn’t add more. Toshinori didn’t fill the air with apologies or hopeful promises. They just… waited. Let the words settle where they landed.

Inko sat there, unmoving, like her body hadn’t quite caught up to what her ears just heard.

Her fingers slowly tightened around the fabric of her skirt.

Then softly, too softly Inko laughed.

It was shaky, uneven, like she couldn’t quite get the sound past her throat. She wiped at the corner of her eye with her thumb, smiling in that polite, strained way people do when they don’t know what else to do.

“You almost got me,” she said, voice trembling around the edges. “Bringing Tsukauchi here too… that was a nice touch.”

Neither man spoke.

She didn’t notice.

She kept talking. She had to keep talking.

“But you shouldn’t joke like that,” she whispered, more to her hands than to them. “I… I’m old, but I’m not that gullible, Toshinori. Really…trying to say that my son is… is alive? After ten years?”

Her voice cracked.

“My son, who vanished without a trace… who I searched for until I could barely stand, until Mitsuki had to drag me home, who I mourned, who I buried without even…without even a body to hold…”

Toshinori stepped forward gently. “Inko–”

“And now you’re telling me,” she continued, tears already pooling, “that he’s just…what? Out there? That he’s alive? That all this time…”

Her voice trembled, but she kept going.

“...I set a plate for him on his birthday. I left the porch light on every night. I kept his room exactly the way it was. I…I waited for footsteps in the hallway that never came. I waited for him to come home.”

Her breath caught once then twice then her shoulders sagged, like the strength holding her together finally gave out.

“I visit his grave every month,” she whispered, voice thin and cracking. “I talk to a piece of stone like he can hear me. And every time I walk home…I still catch myself thinking…maybe he’ll be there. Maybe I’ll open the door and he’ll be sitting at the table, smiling like he used to.”

Toshinori didn’t say anything at first. He simply knelt beside her, one hand hovering before gently resting between her shoulders, the other carefully wrapping around her trembling hand.

“Inko,” he said quietly, “we’re not joking.”

She let out a sound half laugh, half sob. “Please don’t. Please don’t do this…don’t make me believe…don’t make me hope–”

“Yes,” Toshinori said, firm and steady. “He’s alive.”

Her head snapped toward him.

“He’s changed,” Toshinori continued, voice soft. “Physically. He doesn’t look like the boy in your photos anymore… but it’s him. Tsukauchi confirmed it. DNA, old medical files…everything.”

Tsukauchi gave a slow nod. His voice was low, careful. “It’s him, Midoriya-san. Your son… Izuku Midoriya.”

For a moment, Inko didn’t breathe.

Then like the air collapsed out of her she broke.

A small, broken cry slipped from her lips as she crumpled forward. Toshinori caught her instantly, pulling her into his chest as she shook and sobbed, fingers clutching at his shirt like she was afraid the world might disappear again.

“My baby,” she choked. “My baby boy…my Izuku–”

Toshinori held her tighter, saying nothing comforting or false. Just letting her cry. Just being there.

“He’s alive?” she sobbed again. “He’s, he’s really–?”

“He’s alive,” Toshinori repeated, voice low but certain. “He’s alive, Inko.”

She cried harder.

Her tears soaked into his shirt; her words came in broken breaths but she didn’t care.

Her son was alive.

Changed, scarred, unrecognizable none of it mattered.

He was still her son.

 

The sky burst with color.

Fireworks cracked overhead, ribbons of red and gold streaming across clear blue as Present Mic’s voice boomed through every speaker in the stadium.

“WELCOME, EVERYONE TO THE UA SPORTS FESTIVAAAAAL!”

Cheers roared back from the stands, a sea of families, reporters, agencies, and fans from every corner of Japan. Cameras flashed. Banners bounced in the wind with names of support course geniuses, prodigy general students and, for the first time in years, the first-years were the main attraction.

Back in the staff section, teachers leaned against the railing, murmuring quietly while the crowd buzzed around them.

“Security’s doubled this year,” Snipe said, arms crossed. “Metal detectors, extra patrol routes, pro heroes stationed at every gate.”

“Not just pros,” Midnight added with a grin. “Nezu even roped in a few underground heroes. Big spenders this year.”

Ectoplasm looked around, “I have not seen All Might today. Is he going to be late?”

Nezu sipped his tea calmly. “I gave him permission to leave. Personal matters.”

In the waiting room for Class 1B, the noise of the stadium felt miles away.

Ibara Shiozaki sat on the bench, hands folded neatly in her lap, eyes focused forward. Her vines shifted faintly behind her, swaying in a calm rhythm, even if her heart wasn’t quite as steady.

This was it.

No villains. No panic. No fear.

Just a field, a challenge, and the whole nation watching.

She exhaled slowly.

Awase glanced her way and stiffened. “…Uh. Shiozaki? You look like you’re about to declare holy war.”

Ibara blinked and quickly straightened. “Ah my apologies. I was… concentrating.”

“Concentrating, she says,” Awase muttered, half impressed, half terrified.

Across the room, Tetsutetsu punched his fists together with a loud grin. “Nah, it’s perfect! Everyone’s fired up, right? Let’s all make it to the finals!”

A chorus of voices rose in agreement.

“Yeah!”  “Finals, for sure!” “No backing down!”

Even the quieter students nodded, tension easing into determination.

The door slid open.

Kendo stepped in, hands on her hips, smile confident and steady exactly the kind of smile a class rep needed. “Alright, everyone. Stretch, drink water, check your gear. In three minutes, we walk out there.”

They all stood.

Ibara rose with them, straightened her back, and pressed a hand lightly over her chest just for a moment steadying the rhythm of her heart.

A memory flickered.

Sitting cross-legged on the living room floor in front of an old TV, the glow of the screen bathing the room in soft blue. Next to her, a freckle-faced boy leaned so close his nose nearly touched the glass.

“Look, Ibara! Look! Look! That student can make hurricanes from his hands!” he gasped, pointing excitedly. “Isn’t that the coolest thing ever?!”

She giggled, vines bobbing with her. “You’re going to smudge the screen, Izuku.”

“No because I’ll be like that too!” he declared proudly, cheeks flushed pink. “I’m gonna save everyone. And-and you’ll be there too, right?”

Back to the present.

Bright sunlight. The roar of thousands of voices. The heavy doors of the entrance tunnel groaned open as Class 1A and Class 1B stepped out together into the stadium.

Cheers erupted like a wave.

Ibara kept her smile small, composed.

But inside, her chest ached faintly.

Lately, his face kept appearing behind her eyes.

Was he… watching somewhere?

From the stands? From a TV? From/…you’re being ridiculous, Ibara.

She exhaled softly.

A silly thought.

 

Somewhere far from the noise of the stadium, a television flickered in a dimly lit hallway.

Two guards stood by the door, helmets tucked under their arms, watching the Sports Festival highlights as they killed time.

“Those are the kids from the USJ thing, right?” one said, munching on a protein bar.

“Yeah,” the other snorted. “Can’t believe the school still held the festival after that. Guess UA really doesn’t do normal.”

The first guard laughed then fell silent.

The door at the end of the hallway slid open.

Every head turned.

All conversation died.

Standing in the doorway was the Symbol of Peace, All Might, in full hero costume, broad shoulders casting a long shadow across the polished floor. Beside him walked Detective Tsukauchi and a woman with tied-back green hair and trembling hands.

The guards straightened immediately, some stammering greetings, others simply staring.

Tsukauchi offered a respectful nod to the front desk before speaking. “Is everything prepared?”

Before the clerk could answer, a deeper voice cut in.

“It is.”

The Chief of Police stepped forward, older and a tad bit serious, hat tucked under one arm. He bowed his head slightly to the symbol of peace, then more gently to Inko.

“Thank you for coming. All of you.”

They exchanged quiet greetings.

Then came the shift.

“Now... about your request.” The Chief’s tone grew careful. He motioned for them to follow. “This isn’t standard procedure. In fact, normally…this would be outright denied. But considering this involves Japan’s Number One Hero… and a missing person case…”

He didn’t finish the sentence. He didn’t need to.

They walked down a sterile corridor lined with reinforced doors and dim lights.

They stopped outside one.

“The individual you want to see is already inside,” the Chief said, lowering his voice. “But… I’ll be honest with you. He doesn’t respond to questioning. Or conversation. Or anything. He’s not refusing to talk, he simply… doesn’t react at all”

He gestured to the room “You’re free to look. If you wish to speak, you may. However…if anything goes wrong, ” his eyes flicked to All Might, “we’ll rely on you.”

All Might nodded

Before they stepped in, he placed a hand on Inko’s shoulder.

His voice was gentle.

“Midoriya-san… before we go in, I need to remind you. This may be difficult. He…doesn’t look like how you remember.”

Inko’s fingers curled tightly around the strap of her purse.

“I understand” she whispered.

All Might held her gaze for a moment.

Then he opened the door.

The observation room was cold, quiet, just a table, a few chairs, and the large two-way mirror dominating the wall.

And on the other side of that glass…

Inko froze.

Her breath caught, her hand flying to her mouth.

There, in the interrogation room, sat a man.

Tall. Broad-shouldered. Skin tinted a muted purple, marred with scars. His wrists and torso were locked tightly in a reinforced straitjacket. But none of that was what struck her hardest.

It was his head.

Split open showing an exposed brain.

And his eyes.

Green. So painfully familiar.

But empty.

Lifeless. Staring at nothing, as though the world no longer reached him.

Inko pressed a trembling palm to the glass. “Izuku…” she whispered. “What… what have they done to you?”

Tears blurred her vision again, threatening to spill.

All Might gently rested a hand on her shoulder. “You can speak to him, if you’re ready,” he said softly. “I’ll be right here.”

Inko inhaled shakily, wiped her eyes, and nodded. “Okay.”

All Might gave her a steady nod and moved to open the door connecting to the holding room.

Inside, Izuku Midoriya sat still.

Breathing. Heart beating. Eyes fixed on the table in front of him.

The door in his room opened and closed so many times these past few days. Doctors in lab coats. Detectives with stern faces. Officers who tried to threaten him into speaking. Others who tried to coax or convince.

It never mattered.

He wasn’t ordered to answer.

So he didn’t.

Instead, his mind tayed locked onto the only thing that mattered.

Angel.

Constant data. Constant monitoring. Numbers, distances, signals, endless streams of information weaving silently behind his blank stare.

[Note]: Angel’s Current Activity: Running

[Note]: Heart Rate: Elevated

[Note]: Sustained Damage

[Note]: No Hostiles in Proximity of Angel

[Note]: Shigaraki Tomura – 87.4 km away

[Note]: Kurogiri – 87.4 km away

He did not move.

He did not speak.

He simply monitored. Watching over the one person he existed to protect, even from afar.

The door to his room clicked.

He did not look up.

“Izuku…” 

The name was spoken barely above a breath, fragile and trembling, but it was enough. For the briefest moment, his head lifted.

[Identifier Recognized]: “Izuku”

[Source]: Unknown Female

[Subject Analysis – Visual Scan Initiated]

[Match Database]:  No Record Found

[Relationship to Asset]: Unknown

[Threat Level]: Low

[Relevance to Objective]: None

[Classification]: Irrelevant

His gaze dropped again just as quickly, returning to the invisible data only he could see.

On the other side of the table, Inko let out a soft, broken laugh.

“He… he doesn’t recognize me.”

It wasn’t bitter. It wasn’t angry. It sounded more like someone stating the weather after standing too long in the rain.

Her voice wavered, but she didn’t stop.

“Of course he wouldn’t. It’s been ten years. Ten years since I last saw his face. Since I packed his lunch. Since I heard him call me ‘Mom.’”

She swallowed, fingers trembling as they curled into her skirt.

“I don’t even know what they did to you,” she whispered, staring at the still, silent figure across from her. “How long you were alone. If you cried for me. If you were scared. You were eight. Just eight. And I wasn’t there.”

She laughed again, shakier this time, cracking in the middle.

“I searched for you until my legs gave out. I screamed your name until my voice broke. And when they told me to stop, that there was no point…I still kept your room clean. Your shoes by the door. I told everyone I had to move on, but I couldn’t. I never could.”

Her shoulders rose and fell with a small, shaky breath.

“And all this time… I thought maybe it was my fault you were taken. Maybe if I walked you to school that day. Maybe if I held your hand tighter. Maybe if I didn’t let go…maybe you’d still be here. As you were. Alive. Laughing.”

Her voice dropped to a whisper 

“I’m your mother. I was supposed to protect you. And you…”

She looked directly into his eyes.

“You were alone. And scared. And I never found you.”

Her hands came up to cover her mouth as her voice broke completely.

“I failed you. I failed you when you needed me most.”

But then…barely, just barely her lips quivered into something fragile.

“Yet… you’re here. You’re alive.” Her chest trembled with the words. “And I…” She pressed a trembling hand to her heart. “I’m so relieved. I’m so ashamed for feeling relieved, but I am. Because I wasn’t wrong. I wasn’t crazy. You’re still here. My baby is still here.”

She stood.

Behind the glass, Toshinori tensed immediately, ready to break through the door at the slightest wrong movement. Tsukauchi’s hand hovered near his sidearm, just in case.

And before anyone could stop her, she lowered herself slightly and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, careful of the restraints, careful of the exposed brain…and held him.

Her forehead pressed gently to his temple. Her tears slipped down his jaw, onto his skin.

“It’s alright if you hate me,” she whispered, voice barely holding itself together. “It’s alright if you never remember me. You don’t have to.”

“Because I remember you,” she said, breath shaking. “I remember the little boy who tripped over his own feet trying to copy All Might’s poses. The boy who cried quietly into his pillow because he didn’t want me to worry. The boy who hugged me so tight on my birthday and said when he became a hero, he’d buy me a big house so I wouldn’t have to work anymore.”

Her eyes softened with something deeper than pain, something more fragile.

“You don’t have to be that boy anymore,” she said. “You don’t have to smile or call me ‘Mom’ or even look at me. You don’t owe me that. Not after everything I failed to do.”

Her voice trembled, but it didn’t break.

“If this is who you are now… if this is what they turned you into… I’ll still love you. Even if you never speak. Even if you never remember my name. Even if you look at me and see nothing at all.”

Her grip tightened, as though trying to bridge years of absence with a trace of warmth.

“It’s alright,” she breathed. “You can forget me. You can hate me. You can… never come home.”

Tears kept slipped down her cheek, but she was smiling small, aching, real.

“But I will still be your mother.”

Izuku did not move.

He did not return the embrace.

[Contact Detected]: Unknown Female

[Emotional State]: Elevated: crying, shaking

[Potential Interference with Objective]: None

[Relevance]: Irrelevant

His system logged it.

Then dismissed it.

He continued scanning.

The arms around him shook with quiet sobs.

He did not react.

 

—HOSU/INTERNSHIP ARC–

Days had passed since the Sports Festival, and the bruises were only just fadingph. UA gave them time to rest, recover, and maybe rethink their life choices. But rest never lasted long at UA.

Homeroom started and exploded, not because of Vlad King, but because one usually soft-spoken vine-haired girl suddenly stood up and yelled:

“I-I HAVE TWO HUNDRED OFFERS?!”

The entire class froze.

Then chaos.

“EH?!”

“No way!”

On the board, Vlad King had displayed the internship offers each student received. And there, at the top of Class B's list, sparkled Ibara Shiozaki’s name with a neat 200 beside it.

Tetsutetsu shot up from his chair like a firework, pumping a fist. “THAT’S OUR SAINT!! LET’S GOOO!!”

Kendo grinned, proud. “I told you your performance in the finals was amazing!”

Ibara, still standing stiff as a pillar, bowed so fast it looked painful. “I-I apologize for my loudness! I simply…I did not expect-!” She sat down immediately, face redder than someone from 1A’s hair dye.

A few giggles. A few “aww”s. A couple of high-fives around the room.

Vlad cleared his throat, half-smiling. “Yes, yes, congratulations. Whether you received offers or not, all of you will be going to internships. USJ gave you a taste of villains. Now, you’ll see how professionals deal with the real world.” He crossed his arms. “Those without offers will be assigned to partnered agencies. Either way, you’re getting experience.”

He clicked the remote again.

“Oh, and before Midnight gets here, think of your hero names. She’s working Class A right now, so you’ve got time. Try not to embarrass yourselves.”

The bell rang. Homeroom, dismissed.

And the room immediately turned into a cafe-level buzz.

Hero names were thrown around.

“Vine Queen!” someone suggested.

Ibara shook her head so fast her vines swished. “Absolutely not!”

“Saintess of Thorns?” “Too dramatic.”

“Mommy Nature?” “S-setsuna, please stop.”

Others started scribbling ideas. Tetsutetsu tried to write “Steel Man” and was immediately booed by half the class.

Then Tokage Setsuna suddenly clapped her hands together like someone had just lit a lightbulb in her brain.

“Okay, serious question. Before internships, why don’t we all go somewhere? Like a mall? Spa? Karaoke? Burger joint? We survived villains, a sports festival, and Midnight’s fashion opinions. We deserve fries.”

Half the class yelled “YES.”

Juzo Honenuki, calm as ever, raised a hand. “There’s a restaurant downtown that opened recently. All-you-can-eat. Real good reviews.”

Tetsutetsu gasped like he’d found religion. “ALL-YOU-CAN–YES. I’M IN. I’M ALREADY THERE.”

Awase leaned back. “As long as Setsuna isn’t the one paying this time. She tried to tip the waiter with her number.”

“It was symbolic!” Setsuna protested.

Kendo just sighed, smiling. “We’ll plan it after class, okay? For now… focus.”

Right on cue, Cementoss stepped into the room, monotone as ever. “Good morning, everyone. Open your textbooks to page 142.”

Groans. So many groans.

Class resumed, math problems, hero law ethics, and a pop quiz that had Tetsutetsu whisper-crying into his desk. And then, after what felt like a century…

School was out.

And Class 1B escaped.

They met up at the station, changed out of uniforms, and chattering all the way to downtown Mustafu. The restaurant Juzo suggested ended up being a cozy place with wooden booths and dangerously good food.

Plates stacked. Drinks flowed. Meat, noodles, rice, more meat. Tetsutetsu declared war on a buffet plate. Awase nearly cried eating dessert. Kendo had to pull Monoma back into his seat three times because he kept standing to “toast their undeniable superiority over Class A.”

When they were done there, Setsuna pointed to a glowing sign down the street.

Karaoke.

There was no going back.

An hour later,

Tetsutetsu and Kendo were screaming old hero show openings into the mic like their lives depended on it.

Awase and Juzo sang a surprisingly soft duet that made everyone quiet for a moment.

Manga Fukidashi shouted his lyrics onto the big screen in giant kanji bubbles: ROCK AND ROLL!!!

Ibara? She sang a hymn-style pop song in the softest voice imaginable. The room went silent. Then, applause.

Someone ordered more fries. Someone else chugged their fifth glass of orange soda. Spirits were high. Reality felt far away.

By the time they left, Mustafu’s streetlamps were glowing and the night air was cool. Their legs were tired, their bellies full, and their hearts just a little lighter.

“Let’s do this again after internships,” Setsuna said, walking backward with a grin.

And just like that…

Days passed

Suitcases packed. Train tickets in hand.

The day of internships had arrived.

 

The door slid open with a soft mechanical hiss.

“Welcome, welcome..ah, sorry for the mess,” a male voice called out, warm but undeniably worn around the edges. “You must be Vine, right?”

Ibara stepped inside, clutching her bag politely in front of her. The room was small, clearly meant for no more than two people, one side neatly organized with files, maps, and a few framed photos… the other half bare, waiting for her.

“Yes,” she said with a small bow. “Thank you for having me.”

The man standing across from her gave an awkward chuckle, brushing some loose hair out of his eyes. He looked like someone who had gone three days without sleep but still remembered to smile.

Kaito Shibue; Age: 34; Hero Name: Echo Point.

Specializes in investigation, search & rescue, evacuation coordination.

His quirk. Echoframe, allowed him to place his hand on a surface and replay what the space remembered. Not exact memories, but faded sensory impressions, voices, warmth, weight, fear. The echoes of human presence. It was powerful and mentally exhausting if used too much.

“You’re really something,” Kaito said, dropping into a chair with a dramatic sigh. “Out of all the flashy, loud, explosion-throwing pros you could’ve interned with… you picked me. A guy who stares at walls and listens to ghosts.”

Ibara blinked. Then shook her head quickly. “That’s not…I mean–I chose your agency because your work saves people before they’re hurt. Coordination, evacuation… prevention is also heroic.”

Kaito stared at her.

Then laughed softly. “Ahh. Great. An idealist.”

He waved a dismissive hand and gestured to the empty desk. “Office-sharing. You’ll be stuck with a senior for the week in office related stuff. Try not to reorganize all my files alphabetically or something. It makes me nervous.” 

He pushed himself up from his chair. “C’mon, newbie. Tour time. I’ll show you where the coffee is, where the briefing room is, and which vending machine eats your money out of spite.”

She followed him out into the hallway. The agency wasn’t flashy. No massive training robots, no dramatic marble statues like some of the bigger hero offices. Just cream-colored walls, bulletin boards cluttered with rescue maps, and assistants rushing past with clipboards.

“It’s quiet,” she said softly.

“Mm. We like quiet,” Kaito replied. “Means people aren’t screaming.”

They walked past a room lined with monitors showing live city surveillance and hazard alerts. Another room held rescue gear, thermal drones, first-aid kits, and inflatable barricades.

“Sometimes we get called in after battles,” he explained, hands in his pockets. “When the heroes are done fighting, someone needs to find the missing, stabilize the wounded, guide the evacuees. Most people don’t see that part on TV.”

Ibara nodded. She did see it. Or at least she wanted to.

Kaito glanced over his shoulder at her. “You’re not here to fight villains, little saint. You’re here to learn how to protect people before fighting becomes necessary. Can you handle that?”

She met his eyes, steady. “Yes, sir.”

There was a pause. Then, a faint smile. “Good.”

They stopped at the end of the hallway, a wide window overlooking Hosu City from afar. Streets glimmered with traffic. Billboards flickered with sports festival highlights replayed in loops.

Kaito tapped the glass, turning back. “Alright. One last stop. After this, paperwork and patrol schedules.”

“Hold it.”

The voice cut through the hallway like a paper cut, clean, sharp, and impossible to ignore.

Kaito froze mid-step.

Both he and Ibara turned.

Standing at the end of the hall was a young man, tall, crisp suit, glasses perfectly aligned, dark hair combed so neatly it looked like it would resent dust. He looked like the physical embodiment of “proper procedure.”

Kaito let out a nervous laugh. “Ah. Riku. Hey.”

Riku Ensho; Hero Name: PaperTrail ; Age: 26; Quirk: Papercall

Riku lifted a hand.

A stack of papers floating beside him, thick, overstuffed, and ominous, shot forward like a vengeful spirit.

Smack.

“Kaito,” Riku said flatly, watching as the stack slid down Kaito’s face and landed in his arms. “Your reports were due yesterday. Yesterday.”

Kaito’s shoulders slumped. “I was going to finish them. After I gave Vine the tour.”

“You have all week to train the intern,” Riku said, stepping closer. “You do not have all week to turn in legally binding documentation. Paperwork. Now.”

Kaito looked at Ibara with the heartbreaking eyes of a betrayed golden retriever. “You see what I deal with?”

Riku answered for her by shoving another smaller bundle of files into Kaito’s arms.

Kaito sighed dramatically, shoulders sagging. “Fine. Fine. I get it.”

He shuffled away like a scolded child.

Ibara blinked.

Riku sighed, then turned to her with a formal bow.

“Sorry you had to see that, Vine. I’m Riku Ensho–PaperTrail. I handle administration, documentation, and field data. Kaito handles… everything else he hasn’t forgotten.”

Ibara straightened and bowed politely. “It’s a pleasure to work with you.”

Riku nodded. “Likewise. When it comes to anything inside this office, reports, scheduling, request forms you come to me. Out on the field, you’ll be with Shibue-san.”

Ibara glanced down the hall where Kaito had disappeared under a pile of paperwork.

“Is… he always like that?”

“Yes,” Riku said without missing a beat. “He’s brilliant on the field…but domestically, he’s a disaster. Try not to let him influence your organizational habits.”

Riku paused, then added with a faint, almost unseen smile, “But… he’s good. Just don’t tell him I said that.”

Riku cleared his throat like he was resetting himself back to “professional mode.”

“Anyway formally, welcome to the agency, Vine. Shibue-san has shown you around, so you’re already familiar with the layout. From this point on, I’ll be in charge of your day-to-day guidance.”

Ibara nodded politely. “Yes, sir.”

“As mentioned before,” Riku continued, hands tucked behind his back, “our agency isn’t a frontline combat one. We handle investigations, intel gathering, search coordination, evacuation planning. Meaning…” his eyes flickered to her, “..you won’t be getting much field combat during your internship.”

Ibara shook her head. “That’s alright. I’d like to learn how operations actually work, not just fighting. It will be useful in the long run.”

Riku blinked once, almost approvingly. “Good answer.”.

“Here’s how your week will go. Today is orientation, finishing the tour, introducing you to the case-handling system, and a quick overview of our report formats.”

He tapped the stack beside him.

“You won’t be given classified documents, those stay with licensed heroes. But you will help log public reports, missing persons, minor incidents, filed sightings. You’ll input them into our system and cross-tag them to active cases.”

Ibara straightened up slightly. “Understood.”

“As for field work,” Riku continued, “you’ll accompany Shibue-san on three patrol-related outings this week. Not hero fights, briefings on evacuation routes, emergency shelters, communication protocols. What to do when things go wrong and heroes are busy saving lives.”

He sighed

“In summary: you’re going to spend the week balancing paperwork, system logging, and tactical walk-throughs.” A beat. “You will likely develop a headache by Wednesday.”

Ibara let out a small laugh. “I’ll do my best to be prepared.”

“Good.” Riku nodded, finally satisfied. “In that case let’s begin. First lesson: how to survive an Overworked Hero Bureaucracy.”

Somewhere down the hall, faintly, Kaito sneezed.

Riku sighed. “And second lesson: how to stop Shibue-san from skipping documents and blaming it on ghosts.”

Ibara smiled despite herself. “I’ll… keep that in mind.”

And just like that, her internship truly began.

 

The first day was… calm.

Too calm, honestly.

Most of it was spent tucked behind a desk, entering reports while Riku patiently explained filing protocols and Kaito repeatedly tried to escape filling out his own. By late afternoon, Ibara had silently witnessed Riku chase the grown man down the hallway with a clipboard like a tired parent hunting their runaway child.

It was oddly educational.

Day two was different.

She followed Kaito through the streets of Hosu, the city quieter than Musutafu, but alive in its own steady rhythm. And Kaito… changed.

Still smiling, still joking, but his shoulders squared whenever he scanned a crowd. His voice lowered when giving instructions. Every alleyway, rooftop, shadow, he pointed out potential choke points, escape routes, blind spots.

“People don’t think clearly in a panic,” he explained as they walked beneath a pedestrian overpass. “They don’t look for exits. They look for corners. Closets, alley trash bins, locked stairwells. Anywhere that feels like ‘away.’ You need to know where those places are before they do.”

By noon, Ibara’s notepad was filled.

By two, her legs were aching.

By three, her respect for investigation heroes had doubled.

They stopped at a narrow service road behind a row of shuttered shops, the air quiet, crawling with dust motes in the sunlight.

That was when Kaito’s smile faded.

“Last thing.” He turned to her fully. “You’ve heard the rumors, yeah? Hero Killer: Stain.”

Ibara’s grip tightened around her notebook. She nodded.

“He’s been seen in Hosu more than once. And there’s a chance he’s still here.” Kaito’s voice wasn’t light anymore. “So, if you ever run into him, your priority is to run. Don’t try to engage. Don’t try to stall. Understand?”

Ibara hesitated for a heartbeat then bowed her head firmly. “I understand.”

Kaito stared at her a moment longer… then grinned as if the seriousness had never existed.

“Great! Now let’s hurry back, I left pudding cups in the break room fridge, and if Riku eats mine again, I’m quitting.”

She blinked. “You can’t quit your own agency.”

“I’ll do it. I’ll leave and become a fisherman.”

“You hate boats.”

“It’s about the principle, Vine.”

Her highlight of the day, however, was not the pudding.

It was the agency’s refrigerator catching fire.

Nobody knew how and why.

Kaito swore it wasn’t his fault.

Riku said he didn’t care whose fault it was, he just wanted ice in his coffee

 

Night at the holding facility was quiet in the worst kind of way.

A low hum from fluorescent lights. A cheap desk fan rattling in the corner. Two guards slumped in their chairs, eyes half-focused on the wall of security monitors.

“Has he even moved?” one of them asked, pointing at the screen showing Cell 07

His partner snorted. “Not once. Doesn’t eat. Doesn’t sleep. Just… sits there.”

The first guard leaned closer, squinting at the motionless figure bound to the wall by reinforced cuffs, straightjacket wrapped tightly around a scarred torso. “Creepy as hell. This the one All Might visited a few weeks ago?”

“Yeah,” the other muttered. “Chief said it’s some special case. Paperwork took forever… but you didn’t hear that from me.”

They both fell quiet.

Then…the Nomu looked up.

Both men froze.

“....Did he just?”

“He moved.”

Inside Cell 07, systems roared to life.

[Notice]: Tagged Target - Shigaraki and Kurogiri are in proximity to Angel

[Additional Hostiles Detected]: 3 Bio-Weapon Units - Similar genetic makeup to Terminated Nomu

[Threat to Angel]: RISING: Critical.

[Directive Update]: Immediate Response Required.

Izuku stood.

The chains binding his wrists to the wall snapped with a metallic crack, links scattering across the floor like broken teeth. The straightjacket tore open as if it were wet paper. The 8-inch reinforced steel cuffs on his ankles broke against the floor in a single step.

[Route Mapping]: Direct paths to Angel: 27

Alarms screamed across the facility.

“BREACH IN CELL BLOCK SEVEN! ALL UNITS–”

A guard rushed down the hallway, taser gun raised and shaking. “S-Stop! Get on the–”

The prongs hit Izuku’s shoulder. Electricity crackled.

He didn’t blink.

Didn’t turn.

He just walked forward.

The guard stumbled back, eyes wide, dropping the taser like it burned him. Red lights flashed across the walls, sirens blaring loud enough to rattle the ceiling panels.

And still, Izuku didn’t look at any of them.

His eyes were somewhere far past the walls.

Somewhere in Hosu.

Somewhere an exact distance away

[Note]: Angel’s Current Condition: Elevated Heart Rate.

[Notice]: Hostile Engagement Imminent.

[Primary Objective]: Protect Angel.

He bent his knees.

Then moved.

 

15 minutes.

That’s all it took for the entire facility to descend into lockdown.

Hallway lights turned red. Steel shutters slammed down over exits. Officers in riot gear gathered at the main checkpoint, ballistic shields up, quirk-suppression cuffs ready, tranquilizer guns loaded. Someone muttered a prayer. Someone else was shaking too hard to load a clip correctly.

The chief stood in front of them, coat half-buttoned, tie crooked, a hand wrapped tightly around his radio.

“Stay sharp. Shields up. If he steps through that door, we–”

He didn’t finish.

A scream tore down the corridor.

Then another.

Something heavy crashed. Metal warped. Footsteps….slow…then faster.

Then silence.

Every officer held their breath.

BOOM.

The steel door exploded like it had been hit by a truck. A massive shape flew through the air, one of their own men, slamming into the wall and crumpling to the floor with a groan.

And behind him…

It stepped through the smoke.

Six feet of muscle, purple skin, restraints hanging in tatters. Brain exposed. Eyes glowing faintly green.

The chief snapped his arm up. “Open Fire! I Repeat Op–”

But it was already moving and charged straight at them.

Shields shattered. Men were tossed aside like bowling pins. Nobody died, thank god, but bodies hit floors, lungs lost air, bones would bruise in the morning. The chief himself got clipped at the shoulder, staggered back into the wall with a grunt.

It didn’t even look at them.

It just ran.

And then, it jumped.

Straight up.

Through the front gates, past the floodlights. A blur of motion against the night sky.

Gone.

The remaining officers stared, wide-eyed, as the dust settled and alarms kept wailing.

The chief stood still for a moment, breathing hard. His side throbbed painfully where he’d been hit. He hissed through his teeth, pressed a hand to the bruise forming beneath his jacket, then pulled out his radio.

“This is Chief Tsubasa,” he said, voice steady despite everything. “Suspect has breached containment.”

He looked up at the fading silhouette in the clouds.

“We are now in pursuit of a six-foot-tall purple male, exposed cranial tissue. Quirk unknown. Heading northwest.”

 

People were crying. Some shouting. Shoes scraping on pavement as a flood of bodies moved down the narrow street

“Everyone keep moving straight, stay together and follow the police! The site’s close!” Ibara called, her voice carrying over the noise.

Her vines stretched out behind her, catching a woman who stumbled and pulling her back to her feet. Beside her, Riku was barking directions into a comm device while guiding an elderly couple toward safety.

Hosu had always been a quiet city at night.

Until tonight.

One explosion. Then two. Then screams. Someone yelled about “Villains.” Someone else about fire in the west district. No one had time to confirm anything

Kaito took command in seconds, dispatching teams, mapping evacuation routes. Ibara and Riku were assigned to the eastern block, less fire, but more people running from it.

“Back row, keep moving! Don’t push!” Ibara called out again, her voice trembling slightly but holding. Her heart felt like it was trying to break through her ribs.

She spared a glance toward the distant skyline.

Smoke.

Sirens.

Riku touched her arm just firm enough to pull her mind back.

“Good job keeping them calm,” he said, already scanning the next street. “But we’re heading deeper in. Kaito thinks there are stragglers near the market district.”

Ibara nodded. “Understood.”

“And remember,” Riku added, tone crisp and serious in a way she rarely heard from him, “stay with me unless I say otherwise. We’re here to evacuate, not fight. If there’s danger, run. Got it?”

“Got it.”

They broke from the main road and sprinted deeper into the city.

Streetlights buzzed faintly overhead. Smoke bled into the sky from a few blocks away. Somewhere distant, a building groaned as it collapsed.

Then

A roar.

Low. Animalistic. Wrong.

And just like that, she wasn’t in Hosu anymore.

She was back in the USJ.

Cold water up to her waist. The smell of blood and metal. That towering purple monster, claws gleaming inches from her face. Death breathing down her neck.

She couldn’t breathe.

“Ibara.”

The voice cut through everything.

She blinked.

Riku Ensho stood in front of her, paper scraps still swirling subtly around his shoulders. His tone wasn’t harsh, but it left no room to sink back into her head.

“You’re not there,” he said evenly. “Wherever you went, you’re not there now.”

Ibara opened her mouth to apologize, but Riku just shook his head.

“No time. If you want to sit down and head back, you can. No shame in it.” His eyes flicked past her, toward the empty street. “But we’ve got stragglers. Three of them behind that vending machine.”

She followed his line of sight, sure enough, three civilians huddled there, eyes wide.

“You get them to the evacuation route,” Riku continued. “I’ll push forward.”

Before she could answer, he was already moving papers unfurling from his sleeves like silent wings as he slipped deeper into the city.

Ibara stood frozen for half a heartbeat longer heart hammering, breath uneven.

Then she curled her hands into fists.

‘You’re not in the USJ. You’re in Hosu. You’re not a victim. Move.’

She jogged toward the vending machine, vines extending to gently shift it aside. Two teens and an elderly man looked up at her, startled.

“It’s alright,” she said, voice steadying with every word. “Follow that street, straight to the police barricade. You’ll be safe there.”

They nodded shakily and ran.

Ibara exhaled once.

Then she ran too toward the smoke, toward the danger.

Unbeknownst to her… she was already close to danger.

A few streets over, far from the evacuation route, in a quiet, trash-strewn alley Tenya Iida lay facedown on cold pavement.

His arms wouldn’t move. His legs wouldn’t answer. Blood pooled beneath him, warm against the stone. The Hero Killer’s quirk still held him in place paralyzed, helpless.

But the real danger wasn’t the pain.

It wasn’t even the man who paralyzed him.

It was what stood just a few meters away.

A Nomu.

Tall. Broad-shouldered. Skin a bruised shade of purple, muscles coiled under scars. Exposed brain glistened faintly under the alley’s flickering light.

Its claws were buried in the wall.

And pinned there by those claws, unconscious, blood running from his temple, was Stain the Hero Killer.

Iida couldn’t speak. Could barely breathe. He didn’t understand.

Why was it here? Was the League of Villains attacking again? Had another one of those monsters been sent to finish the job?

But the Nomu didn’t even glance at him.

Inside Izuku’s head, data flashed.

[Note]: Target: Potential Threat 

[Query]: Malicious Intent Detected Within Proximity of Angel

[Tagging]: Threat Level: High

[Result]: Threat neutralized. Target unconscious.

[Status]: Angel: distance: 0.3 km

Izuku’s claws slowly retracted from the wall. Stain slumped, sliding to the ground, unconscious.

He didn’t spare him another glance.

Izuku stepped out of the alley, bare feet crunching over shattered stone and glass. The night sky over Hosu glowed red, fires blooming across rooftops, smoke curling like storm clouds.

His system ran quietly, efficiently, without hesitation.

[Tracking…]:  Angel: 247 meters

Shigaraki Tomura: Location has not changed

Kurogiri: Location has not changed

Then:

[CRITICAL ALERT]: Angel in proximity to hostile Nomu – Threat level: catastrophic. –Proceed immediately.

 

A few minutes earlier with Ibara.

Heat pressed against her face, thick and relentless. Smoke curled around her hair, clinging to the green of her vines as they lashed against flaming debris to clear the entrance.

“Keep moving! Straight ahead follow the police lines!” she shouted, voice hoarse.

Behind her, flames spat from the windows of the collapsing building. Riku was still inside, clearing the last trapped civilians.

Just a few meters away, pro-heroes were locked in with a Nomu, tall, purple-skinned, no eyes. Another one, winged and shrieking, kept swooping in from above. Whenever it got too close to the civilians, Ibara snapped a vine like a whip, batting it away before it could dive.

Her heart pounded, but her hands didn’t stop moving.

Finally Riku burst from the smoke, supporting a coughing civilian with burnt sleeves.

“That’s the last of them. This area’s clear. We’re moving to the next–”

He didn’t finish.

A shriek tore through the sky. The flying Nomu dove fast talons aimed at Ibara.

Ibara was already moving, vines gathering like coiled serpents to strike–

But something hit the flying Nomu first.

Hard.

The impact sounded like a thunderclap. Both creatures went crashing through a weakened wall of the burning building.

The structure groaned…and then began to collapse.

“Cover!” Riku snapped.

Ibara commanded her vines down to the earth, vines shooting up around them like a dome. Burning wood and stone rained down, bouncing off living bark.

When the rumbling stopped, the slowly stepped out 

A figure stood amidst the smoke and embers.

Tall. Muscular. Purple skin marked with jagged scars. Brain exposed to the night air. Steam rising off him like breath.

Holding the limp, twitching form of the flying Nomu by the throat.

He let it drop.

Then crushed its skull beneath his heel.

Ibara’s blood ran cold.

That face. That body. Those claws.

She knew him.

The Nomu from USJ.

The one who almost killed her.

Her breath caught.

Around them, heroes braced quirks flaring, weapons raised.

Riku stepped slightly in front of her.

But the Nomu…didn’t look at them.

His head tilted just a fraction toward her. His gaze held steady, as if he was confirming something

“Oh great another one,” someone groaned behind Ibara. A hero currently dodging debris from the eyeless Nomu threw up his arms. “We already can’t handle this thing, now there’s a new guy?!”

The ground rumbled.

The Nomu’s gaze was still on hers before turning toward the raging Eyeless-Nomu fighting the heroes. The Eyeless-Nomu roared back, uprooting a truck and hurling it toward a pro hero.

Izuku walked forward ignoring the crash, the scream as his hands ruptured and reformed, fingers splitting and folding into jagged blades. Muscle and bone twisted, reshaping into claws

Around him, every hero tensed.

“Are you kidding me ”

“Two monsters?!”

“Form a perimeter!”

Riku moved in front of Ibara, arms slightly raised, papers fluttering like invisible thread around his hands. His tone was low, stern.

“Vine. Go I’ll stay and–”

Her body moved before her mind caught up.

“Stop.”

Ibara blinks realizing what she has done ‘Why did I say that?’ 

Riku blinked. “Stop? What are you—? That thing is about to—”

Ibara could feel her heart thumping in her ears, but she just couldn’t shake that one nagging feeling. That one voice that made her remember the events on the USJ on how that same monster was fighting for them.

“He’s not going to hurt us,” Ibara forced the words out despite her voice being shaky and filled with fear.

Silence.

Even the fire crackled quieter.

Ibara swallowed, but didn’t drop her gaze from the purple figure ahead.

“I know how it looks. But he’s not like the others. He was at USJ. He fought the villains there.”

Riku stared.

Then looked at the Nomu towering, silent, claws drawn but not turned toward them.

“You’re telling me,” Riku said slowly, “that the brain-exposed monster over there is…friendly?”

Ibara exhaled. “I’m telling you he’s not here to fight us. He’s going to fight that. We need to let him.”

Another roar split the air. The eyeless Nomu charged again.

Riku rubbed his temples. “I swear, if I die because of this–”

Then he snapped around to the group of nearby heroes.

“HEY! MOVE! Clear a path! Let the new arrival take the fight!”

“What?!”

“Are you crazy?!”

“That thing will–”

“JUST DO IT!”

The command echoed over the crackle of flames and distant screams.

The pro heroes hesitated but they stepped back.

Clearing the battlefield.

Two monsters now stood alone in the open street.

For a heartbeat, everything was still.

The eyeless Nomu cocked its head, confused. As if asking, Why are you walking toward me? Aren’t we the same?

Then it growled.

And lunged.

Izuku didn’t flinch.

He jumped effortlessly over the charge landing atop Nomu's shoulders.

His claws sank straight into its exposed brain.

Wet. Clean. Final.

The Nomu howled, thrashing wildly. It clawed at its own skull, desperate to rip him off but then a sickening crack.

White, jagged spikes burst outward from within its brain growing, twisting, rupturing through flesh and bone.

The Nomu’s roar died in its throat.

Its body gave one final twitch, then collapsed to the pavement like a puppet with its strings cut.

Silence. No one breathed.

He just… tore apart a Villain. As if it were nothing. No struggle. No hesitation.

Ibara’s knees almost gave out. Relief flooded through her chest and she exhaled shakily. It was over. 

Izuku dropped lightly to the ground beside the corpse.

Slowly… he turned.

Every hero immediately tensed, defensive stances raised, quirks primed.

Claws still gleaming red, Izuku stood unnervingly calm. No aggression. No acknowledgment. Just..stillness.

He then paused and his head turned to the left

And a torrent of fire slammed into him like a meteor.

BOOOOM!!

A roar of flame engulfed his entire body, lighting up the street with a searing orange glow.

Heat washed over everyone. Ibara flinched, vines twitching instinctively.

“What the?!”

“Did someone just-?”

Boots clicked sharply against the asphalt.

A tall man in a blazing hero costume emerged through the smoke, orange flames licking up his arms like impatient spirits.

Endeavor.

He didn’t even glance at the scorched figure he’d just incinerated.

“What’s the situation here?” he barked. His eyes swept past the stunned heroes, irritation heavy in his tone. “Why are you all just standing around while the villain is right in front of you?”

One of the heroes stammered, “M-Monsters were terrorizing the city we were fighting one just now, but -”

He never finished.

Because the flames around the Nomu flickered… then vanished.

Charred skin knitted back together. Burnt muscle reformed beneath purple flesh. It stood, fully healed, shoulders rising and falling in that quiet, monstrous calm.

[ALERT]

Individual: Endeavor

Intent: Harm I-000

If Subject I-000 is terminated = Primary Objective compromised.

Izuku’s muscles tensed.

He lunged with such raw force he tore up fractured concrete as head towards Endeavor.

Ibara would forever question this moment, the moment that her mouth moved before she could even think

“STOP!”

Her voice cracked against the chaos like a bell.

Izuku’s body froze.

[Command Received]

His heels dug into the ground, carving deep scars in the road as he skidded then stopped completely.

Silence.

Ibara stared, wide-eyed, chest heaving. He… listened?

Endeavor wasn’t impressed. In fact, a smirk tugged at his lips.

“Stopping was a mistake.”

Flames ignited around his arms again, hotter, sharper, readying a  blast meant to destroy. He would’ve fired if Ibara didn’t step directly into his line of fire.

“Wait!” she shouted, arms out, shielding the Nomu behind her as if that would mean anything against hellfire. “He’s not…he’s not attacking us!”

Endeavor’s flames sputtered, just slightly, in disbelief.

“…What?”

Ibara swallowed. Her legs were shaking, but her voice held.

“He’s not like the others. He fought the Villain that was attacking the city. He’s not..I don’t think–he’s here to harm anyone else”

Endeavor’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Move. Now. That thing is one of them. It kills people.”

“I know what he looks like,” Ibara snapped. “But he hasn’t hurt anyone here. He’s not here to hurt anyone else”

She hesitated, then glanced back.

“…Right?”

For a heartbeat everyone held their breath.

The Nomu stared at her.

His face in that same calm stoic look he has when he first appeared. His eyes glowing bright piercing green as he towered over her…

Then slowly, his claws retracted.

He lowered himself to the ground.

And sat.

Someone muttered, “What… the hell…”

They didn’t get time to process.

A sharp whip-crack echoed.

Thick wooden tendrils shot across the ground and coiled around Izuku like constricting snakes, binding his arms, chest, legs.

Heads snapped toward the source.

Kamui Woods landed lightly on a nearby balcony, arm extended. His voice hissed through his mask, calm and professional as he pressed a communicator on his cheek.

“Containment successful. The escapee has been secured.”

A harsh white light flooded the street.

Everyone froze as a police helicopter hovered overhead—its spotlight trained directly on Izuku.

Engines roared. Three armored police vans screeched onto the road, brakes screaming as they formed a half-circle blockade.

The doors opened. Officers poured out.

And then stepping down last, coat still dusted from earlier was the Chief.

His voice was tired but firm. “Subject is to be detained immediately. He escaped containment fifteen minutes ago. He is still under arrest.”

Ibara’s heart dropped.

The Nomu didn’t move. Didn’t struggle. But his eyes…

His eyes weren’t on the police.

[NOTICE]: Status: Re-capture in progress

[ALERT]

Shigaraki Tomura – Still in the area

Kurogiri – Still in the area

[CONCLUSION]: If Subject is removed from area = Angel exposed to hostile forces

The Nomu simply flexed and the wooden bindings groaned, cracked, snapped.

Kamui Woods’ eyes widened. “What!?”

Police raised rifles. Safety switches clicked.

Endeavor stepped forward, flames already forming around his arms again.

And before anyone could react.

Ibara moved.

She stepped right in front of him. Again.

Arms spread, knees shaking, heart pounding so hard it hurt.

“Stop!”

Her voice broke, but it held. She hoped that whatever miracle had him listen to her happen again.

Izuku paused.

Slowly those tense, ready-to-attack arms lowered to his sides. His head tilted, eyes shifting from threat-assessment…to her.

Ibara exhaled. Shaky. Barely steady.

“I-It’s okay,” she said quietly, like speaking to a wounded animal. “You… you have to stop. Please.”

Her throat tightened.

“You should go with them. The police. If you fight… things will only get worse.”

Ash drifted through the air.

Policemen shifted uncertainly. Heroes exchanged looks. Endeavor’s flames licked higher.

Izuku’s head turned toward the officers, toward the vans, then back to her.

The glow in his eyes pulsed.

[Command Received]

Order: Stand down. Surrender.

[Processing…]

His muscles trembled

[Conflict Detected]

If Subject is detained = Distance from Angel increases

If distance increases = Unable to eliminate threats

If unable to eliminate threats = Angel at risk

[Primary Directive]: Protect Angel above all.

Static crackled in his head. Lines of red and green warnings clashed and rewrote themselves, over and over.

Follow order.

Reject order.

Follow order.

Reject–

His jaw clenched.

Feet planted on the broken asphalt.

Waiting for the data to make sense.

Then:

[ALERT UPDATED]

Hostile Entities:

Shigaraki Tomura – Signal lost

Kurogiri – Signal lost

Coordinates changed – Distance increasing rapidly.

Approximate location: 220 km

Smoke curled in the air. Police rifles stayed trained. Endeavor’s flames snapped and hissed, waiting for an excuse.

Izuku slowly turned his head back to Ibara.

[Conclusion]: Hostile forces no longer present in area. Complying with Angel’s directive poses no immediate risk.

His body relaxed.

That was all it took.

Guns lowered by a fraction. Flames dimmed. Kamui’s wooden bindings hesitated mid-air, waiting for a new order. Riku let out a slow breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding.

And somewhere in the night sirens howled, then began to fade.

By morning, Hosu City no longer burned.

What remained were the headlines.

The Disaster at Hosu contained.

Heroes injured. Civilians evacuated. Fires extinguished.

And in the middle of it all, the Hero Killer, Stain, was found restrained and unconscious in an alleyway. The official statement claimed that a  UA student have found him unconscious, saying that someone appeared out of nowhere and knocked him out saving the hero Native in the process.

The public ate it up.

Reporters then states that two unidentified individuals were spotted on a rooftop near the attack site. Due to the appearances of the villains that attacked the city, they have determined that the villains look familiar to the villain arrested in the USJ incident.

Everyone connected the dots. Stating that the group called the League of Villains were behind both attacks and somehow Stain was involved.

And then the strangest rumor of all

Some said a monster fought the Nomu.

Others said it saved people.

Others swore it killed another Nomu with its bare hands… then calmly walked away.

No name.

No statement.

No affiliation.

Just a shape in the smoke, but the most distinguishable feature was its eyes. Glowing bright piercing green.

Some called it a villain.

Some a vigilante.

Most didn’t know what to call it.

But Hosu gave it one, anyway.

Monster.

 

The warp gate shivered shut behind them.

Tomura Shigaraki stepped out first, shoulders stiff, red-rimmed eyes narrowed with a hatred that wouldn’t settle. He didn't speak.

He didn’t need to.

The moment his boots hit the bar’s tile floor, he reared his arm back

Crack

His hand slammed into the countertop. Wood and steel crumbled under his touch, rotting into gray dust. A stool decayed in an instant, collapsing into nothing.

“DAMMIT!”

He kicked the remaining piece of the chair. It disintegrated on contact.

Kurogiri stood beside the warp gate, hands folded behind his back, unmoving as always. The swirling mist that made up his face flickered once in concern

“That damn broken Nomu!” Shigaraki snarled, pacing. His fingers twitched toward his neck, scratching violently at his skin. “Twice! Twice it ruined everything! First at USJ, now at Hosu, who told it to show up?! Who told it to interfere?!”

Kurogiri did not answer. He knew Tomura wasn’t looking for one.

Shigaraki grabbed another stool, fingers curling around the metal frame.

It decayed.

“This was supposed to fix everything!” he ranted. “Stain was supposed to draw the spotlight! Heroes were supposed to crumble! But nooo that thing showed up, knocked Stain out, killed my Nomus, and left me…me to run like some loser!”

He slammed both palms onto the counter, breath ragged.

And then - click

The TV buzzed on by itself.

Static.

Then a voice, smooth, patient, far too calm for the destruction it sat amidst.

“Now, now… Tomura. Take a breath.”

Shigaraki flinched, shoulders tensing.

“…Sensei.”

On the screen nothing but darkness. Just that voice.

“You’re upset,” the voice said gently. “Understandable. Things did not go as planned.”

“Didn’t-?!” Shigaraki’s hands shook. “The failure–that stupid, useless prototype…you said it wasn’t worth keeping! And now it’s out there ruining everything! It knocked out Stain! It destroyed two Nomus I needed! Why is it even still alive?!”

A low chuckle echoed through the bar speakers.

“Ah. The prototype.”

A pause. Amused.

“…How unexpected… that it defected,” the voice mused. “More unexpected, that it appeared in Hosu of all places. That it chose to act. Fascinating.”

Shigaraki’s lip curled. “This isn’t funny.”

“No,” the voice agreed softly. “It isn’t. But it is informative.”

Tomura’s breathing steadied, but his jaw remained tight.

“You spoke of ruined plans,” the voice continued. “Tomura, the world will not crumble in a day. A stumble is not the end.”

Shigaraki turned his head slightly, scowling. “…So what? You’re saying ignore it?”

“I’m saying… adjust,” the voice replied smoothly. “Heroes are shaken. Stain is captured his ideology will surely spread like wildfire. The public saw true fear. And you…”

A faint smile in the tone, though no face appeared.

“…you will learn.”

Tomura didn’t respond.

Kurogiri stepped forward, bowing his head respectfully toward the screen. “Sensei. Your guidance, as always, is appreciated.”

“I will lend my strength for as long as Tomura requires it,” the voice answered. “Power, resources, Nomu… all at his disposal.”

The TV clicked off.

Silence returned thick and lingering.

Tomura stood still for a long moment.

Then he turned. Eyes narrow. Voice low.

“…Fine.”

He grabbed clutched his hair

“If that monster wants to ruin my plans…”

His lips peeled into a grin that didn’t reach his eyes.

“…Then I’ll kill him first.”

 

–FINAL EXAM ARC–

Days passed.

No monsters. No smoke. No sirens.

Just morning alarms, cafeteria bread, and classmates arguing about who stole whose chair again.

Monoma was being… Monoma. Life returned to UA’s usual rhythm, loud, strange, but safe.

At least, it looked that way.

Vlad King stood at the front of Class 1B, arms folded. The bell rang, chatter died.

“Final exams are approaching,” he said simply.

A collective stiffening of twelve spines instantly followed.

“I trust you’ve all been balancing your combat training with your academics. Written and practical both will determine if you pass. Study. Train. Don’t embarrass me.”

And with that, he slid the door open and left.

The silence he left behind was short-lived.

“…Final exams,” Tetsutetsu whispered, pale.

“Final exams,” Pony echoed, as if repeating it might make it turn into a dream.

Then it happened.

A tsunami of academically doomed teenagers rose from their seats with dead eyes and trembling hands.

And they crawled, literally crawled, across the classroom floor.

Like zombies seeking brain cells.

Straight to the desks of the Four.

Itsuka Kendo, Class rep, Top 1, already flipping through her notebook.

Yui Kodai, Top 2, quietly organizing flashcards.

Ibara Shiozaki, Top 3, gently writing notes with almost saint-like calm.

Setsuna Tokage, Top 4, leaning back in her chair, chewing gum like none of this concerned her.

“Please,” Tetsutetsu begged, clutching the leg of Kendo’s desk like it was a lifeline. “Kendo, you’re smart, save us.”

“Yui-sama, I don’t want to repeat a year,” Manga Fukidashi cried, holding onto Yui’s arm dramatically.

“Ibaraaaaa,” Reiko morosely drifted forward, “I will perish. My soul is already leaving my body.”

“My GPA is - hic - already crying,” Kinoko Komori sobbed into Ibara’s desk.

Setsuna blinked down at the students grabbing her chair. “...Wow. You guys are pathetic. I love it.”

Ibara blinked, slightly overwhelmed by the sudden pile of desperation. She folded her hands on her lap. “If you require guidance, I will do my best to assist you but please refrain from clinging to my skirt.”

Kendo sighed, though a smile tugged at her lips. “Alright! Alright. Stop crawling around like you’re being graded for drama. We’ll help. But you have to study seriously.”

Yui nodded softly. “Bring notebooks. Not tears.”

Manga raised a shaking fist. “Academics arc… begins.”

Monoma, who had been reclining smugly in his chair like he’d been waiting for this moment, smirked. “Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic. If you had spent half the energy you use panicking on actually studying, you wouldn’t be groveling right now. How do you expect to surpass Class 1A like this?”

A collective groan answered him.

Jurota calmly adjusted his glasses. “And yet, despite his constant theatrics and inferiority complex… he remains seventh in the class.”

Itsuka pinched the bridge of her nose. “One of 1B’s greatest unsolved mysteries.”

“Mystery?” Setsuna leaned back, grinning. “No way. That’s just what happens when spite gets good grades.”

Before Monoma could argue that point, Pony timidly raised a small notebook. “Uh… excuse me. C-Can someone help me with… Laws and Ethics? I-I don’t understand this part.”

Her Japanese wobbled like a baby deer.

Ibara smiled warmly. “Of course. I can help you review the articles and case notes.”

Murmurs spread around the classroom. People started listing their weak subjects, pairing up, trading notes.

“Anyone good at math? Like good good?” Tetsutetsu groaned.

“Kodai-san,” Kinoko whispered dramatically, “I would sell my soul to understand physics.”

The study chaos was beginning to form in clusters when

Slide.

The classroom door opened.

“Alright, take your seats,” Midnight said, stepping inside in full hero costume, hip cocked to the side. “Save the dramatic academic breakdowns for after class. We’re doing Hero Ethics today.”

Desperate students scrambled back to their seats, wiping tears, shoving textbooks into desks.

 

Later – Lunch Break

Class 1B took over two full tables in the cafeteria.

Textbooks were open. Bento boxes were half-eaten. Brain cells were shared.

“So…” Kendo set down her chopsticks. “Study session. When and where?”

“I prefer somewhere indoors. With heating. And tea,” Tokage said, stabbing a meatball.

“And food,” Tetsutetsu added.

“And no Monoma speeches,” Reiko mumbled.

Monoma scoffed. “You’ll thank me when 1A is beneath us.”

“No one has ever thanked you,” Setsuna said.

Ibara dabbed her mouth with a napkin and spoke softly. “If it is acceptable…my home is available. This weekend. I am free in the afternoon.”

The table paused.

“That could work,” Kendo said, surprised. “Are you sure it’s okay?”

Ibara nodded. “My parents will not mind. And it is quiet. Peaceful—ideal for studying.”

Pony’s eyes sparkled. “You have tea, yes?”

Ibara smiled. “Many varieties.”

“Alright!” Kendo clapped her hands, determination ignited. “Group study at Ibara’s house this weekend! Bring your notes, your textbooks, and your will to live!”

Tetsutetsu raised his juice box like a toast. “For our grades!”

“For our future!” Manga cried.

He wasn’t the only one the class was mid-cheer when a voice cut in.

“Ibara.”

A familiar male voice. Firm. Slightly annoyed by existing.

The table went quiet.

Everyone turned to see Katsuki Bakugo standing at the side of their table, hands in pockets, expression unreadable, like he hadn’t just walked straight into enemy territory.

Monoma inhaled like a vacuum preparing to speak.

He never got the chance.

Bonk.

Kendo’s fist met the back of his head. Monoma collapsed onto the table face-first, completely unconscious.

“Proceed,” she said flatly.

Ibara blinked once, then offered a soft smile. “Katsuki. Hello. Did you need something?”

Bakugo didn’t bother with pleasantries. “You’re still good at math, right? Like you used to be.”

Ibara paused. “Ah…yes. I’m still decent. Maybe not as good as Tokage-san, but… why?”

Bakugo clicked his tongue. “Finals. I need the extra work drilled in. You’re good at that stuff. You free this weekend? You can come over and help study.” He hesitated, then added, “And…the hag’s been bitching about you not visiting. Said to ask you.”

The table went silent.

Pony’s jaw dropped. Tetsutetsu choked on his rice. Setsuna’s eyes sparkled.

Ibara opened her mouth to answer.

She never got the chance.

A hand clamped over her lips.

“She’s free,” Setsuna announced before Ibara could make a sound. “Totally free. Absolutely nothing planned.”

Bakugo raised a brow. His gaze flicked from Ibara–muffled and blinking rapidly–to Setsuna’s too-innocent grin. “…Right.”

“Mmmph” Ibara tried to protest, but it came out garbled.

Setsuna beamed. “Give us a minute, yeah?” She grabbed Ibara by the shoulders and swiveled her away from the table like a negotiator about to close a deal.

Once they were out of earshot, but still in full view of the entire class, Ibara finally pried Setsuna’s hand away. “What-Tokage-san-”

She stopped and deadpanned

Because Setsuna’s expression was… derangedly excited. Starry eyes. Blush. Hands clasped.

“Ibara,” she whispered. “This is it.”

“…What is?”

“Your childhood-friend-to-lovers arc.” Setsuna gripped Ibara’s shoulders with reverent intensity. “Math tutoring. His house. Weekend. Alone. Then something happens: you trip, he catches you..your faces inches apart–”

“No”

“--you blush, he realizes his feelings–”

“No.”

“--maybe it rains, one umbrella”

“There is nothing between me and Katsuki,” Ibara stated firmly. “We’re just friends. That’s all.”

Setsuna squinted. “Friends… for now.”

Ibara sighed. “Tokage-san.”

“A slow burn,” Setsuna continued, unbothered, dreamy. “The best trope.”

Ibara pinched the bridge of her nose.

“I already have plans,” she muttered quietly. “I offered to teach everyone… at my house. Remember?”

Setsuna waved that off with horrifying ease. “Please. I’ll take care of the idiots.”

“That is not–”

“You,” Setsuna pressed on, eyes sharp and determined, “need to live, Ibara. The trope is literally handing itself to you. Childhood friend. Study date. His house. Alone. Use your advantages.”

“That’s not..there aren’t advantages–”

“Go,” Setsuna said, turning Ibara around by the shoulders like she was programming a Roomba. “Face destiny.”

Ibara stumbled and found herself once again facing Bakugo.

He was… waiting. Calmly. Hands in his pockets. Expression unreadable. Not annoyed, not impatient…just waiting. Like someone who had spent a long time being surrounded by idiots and accepted it as a fact of life.

A flicker of something passed over his eyes. Annoyance? No. Memory. Specifically, of a pink-skinned girl who, for one solid week, would not shut up about some “childhood friend romance trope” and how he was “wasting peak potential.”

His eye twitched.

Ibara cleared her throat. “Sorry for the wait. Um… yes. I’m free this weekend. Is your number still the same? We can text the details later if that’s okay.”

Bakugo nodded once. “Yeah. Works for me.”

He turned to leave.

Then paused.

Because peeking from behind a cafeteria chair just the tips of pink hair and two curious eyes  was Mina Ashido.

Bakugo stared.

Ashido waved.

Bakugo exhaled through his nose like a man preparing for war and muttered, “You’ve gotta be kidding me,” before walking off.

Ibara slowly turned back to Setsuna, and she was vibrating.

“You have his number.”

Ibara opened her mouth…nothing came out.

She tried again.

“…Itsuka. Help.”

 

The week slipped by in a blur of quizzes, group chats, and nervous glances she pretended not to notice. Then…Saturday.

Ibara stood at the mouth of a neighborhood she hadn’t visited in years.

The air smelled faintly of detergent and earth, like always. Neat hedges. Familiar sidewalks. The Bakugo residence sitting quietly at the corner like it hadn’t changed since they were children.

Five years…? she wondered, stepping forward. ‘Time moved so fast…’

Her phone buzzed.

She already knew.

Still, she checked.

1B Groupchat: 127 New Messages

She opened it.

Sets🦖: Operation Spark the Childhood Friends Romance is a GO!!!

Sets🦖: HOLD HIS HAND IF HE FAILS A MATH EQUATION

Sets🦖: IF HE FALLS ASLEEP YOU HAVE TO TUCK HIM IN

🏋️‍♂️💪🏋️‍♂️: WAIT ARE YOU TWO DATING??

📖: Love Arc… continues…

Sets🦖: IBARA RESPOND OR I SWEAR I’M BREAKING INTO HIS HOUSE TO CHECK

Ibara sighed.

Mute notifications. Five hours. Done.

She slipped the phone back into her bag and walked up the pathway.

One deep breath.

Ding Dong!

The door swung open immediately.

“Ibara! My goodness, look at you–you’ve gotten even prettier!”

Mitsuki Bakugo stood beaming at her, ash-blonde hair pulled up, red eyes warm with fondness.

Then she whipped around and bellowed down the hallway

“Katsuki! You brat! You didn’t tell me she was coming this early!”

A voice answered from somewhere inside, equally irritated.

“I did! I said Saturday! It’s Saturday! What more do you want?!”

“Oh, so now you’ve grown the nerve to mouth off in front of guests!?”

“It’s not mouthing off if I’m right!”

Their argument escalated in volume like a well-rehearsed duet.

Ibara… laughed. Quietly but genuinely.

From deeper in the house, Masaru Bakugo appeared, with a gentle smile, soft features, and a tea towel over one shoulder.

“Sorry about them,” he said with a small sigh. “Welcome, Ibara. It’s been a while.”

She bowed politely. “Thank you for having me. I hope I’m not intruding.”

Before Masaru could reply, Mitsuki reappeared, now with one hand clamped on the back of her son’s head, forcing him into a stiff bow beside her.

“Intruding? Don’t be ridiculous. You’re always welcome here,” she said sweetly. “This idiot never brings friends over, so you’re a miracle.”

Bakugo muttered something into the floor before straightening up and brushing Mitsuki’s hand off his head. He grumbled under his breath, then turned to Ibara.

“Come on.”

She bowed quickly to his parents once more and followed him down the hallway.

They walked in comfortable silence for a few steps before Ibara tried for small talk. “So… how have you been?”

Bakugo shrugged one shoulder. “Fine. Final exams are making everyone lose it. And the training camp’s right after, so… yeah. Busy.” He shoved his hands in his pockets. “I’m not worried, but… I figured I should brush up on some stuff.”

Ibara smiled faintly. “Reasonable.”

He added, almost offhand, “Only other thing was my internship. Best Jeanist took me in.”

Ibara blinked, surprised. “Best Jeanist? That’s…wow. How did it go?”

Bakugo exhaled slowly, as if replaying it in his head. “It was fine. He said I’m too stiff. Rush too much.” He clicked his tongue. “Guy’s obsessed with fiber and discipline.”

Before she could ask more, they stopped at his door. He slid it open.

“Sorry if it’s a mess.”

Ibara stepped inside…

And paused.

Posters. Figures. Limited edition magazines. All Might everywhere. The bold grin of the Number One Hero smiled from every corner of the room.

“Oh,” she breathed. “Right. You… were a fan too.”

Her eyes trailed across the room—then stopped.

On his desk, propped neatly in plastic protective cases, sat two All Might trading cards.

Old. Slightly worn at the edges… but carefully preserved.

“…You kept them.”

She didn’t mean to say it out loud.

Bakugo looked over, eyes flicking to the cards. He clicked his tongue softly, almost embarrassed. “Of course I did. They belonged to a friend of mine.” Then he hesitated, eyes darting briefly to her. “Or… I guess ours.”

Ibara’s chest tightened. Just for a second.

Then she smiled. “Right.”

The quiet lingered a beat, gentle, not heavy.

She set her bag down. “Shall we get started?”

Bakugo nodded, pulling his own notes from his desk and sitting across from her.

“Yeah. Let’s.”

True to his word, Katsuki didn’t need much help. He didn’t struggle with formulas or concepts, what annoyed him were the longer, multi-step equations. The ones that required more patience than he was willing to give.

Each time he got stuck, his brow would twitch, pencil tapping against the table like a ticking bomb until Ibara calmly nudged his paper back and explained the step again. He’d grumble, nod, fix it, and keep going.

Time slipped by like that, quiet scribbling, occasional sighs, the sound of pages turning.

Then a soft knock-knock on the door.

Mitsuki stepped in, balancing a tray of snacks, sandwiches, sliced fruit, and tea. “Study warriors, fuel up.”

Katsuki muttered ‘thanks’ without making eye contact. Ibara thanked her properly.

Hours later, when they finally took a break, Ibara gathered the empty cups and plates onto the tray and carried it downstairs.

She barely reached the bottom when Mitsuki appeared and took it from her hands.

“You don’t have to do that, sweetheart” Mitsuki said warmly, before whipping around and roaring toward the stairs, “KATSUKI! YOU LET A GUEST CLEAN UP AFTER YOU?!”

“SHE INSISTED!” Katsuki’s voice snapped from upstairs.

Mitsuki scoffed, rolling her eyes but smiling as she took the tray to the sink. “Honestly. Boys.”

Ibara let out a quiet laugh.

As Mitsuki rinsed the cups, she glanced over her shoulder.

“Thank you for coming today,” she said. “My son won’t say it, but… he’s been nervous about the exams.”

Ibara blinked. “He… has?”

Mitsuki hummed. Then, after a moment, her tone softened…more hesitant.

“…How is he? In school, I mean.”

Ibara hesitated, unsure how to respond.

Mitsuki placed a cup down, drying her hands. “I know you’re not in the same class anymore. And he barely tells me anything these days. I just…” She exhaled, a smile tugging at her lips, tired. “He gives me half-answers, shrugs through most conversations. Sometimes I don’t even know if he’s making friends. He’s… changed a lot since…”

She stopped herself, lips pressing together. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to dump that on you.”

Ibara was silent for a moment. Then she smiled.

“Katsuki and I… barely see each other at school,” she admitted. “We don’t really talk much either.”

“But I saw him during the Sports Festival. In the cafeteria, sometimes in the halls,  and how people talk about him.” She glanced up the stairs, thoughtful. “He’s doing fine, Mrs. Bakugo. Maybe not completely okay yet… but he’s moving forward. Like the rest of us.”

Mitsuki’s eyes softened, relief, sadness, and gratitude all mixed together.

“…Thank you,” she said quietly. “For being his friend.”

 

Afternoon sunlight spilled across the entryway as Ibara slipped on her shoes. Mitsuki and Masaru stood by the doorway, warm as always.

“Thank you for having me,” she said, bowing politely.

“Oh, hush,” Mitsuki waved a hand. “You’re welcome anytime. Next time, stay for dinner so I can actually feed you properly.”

Masaru nodded in agreement.

Ibara gave a small laugh. “I’ll… keep that in mind. Goodbye.”

The street was quiet as her thoughts drifted to finals.

Written tests? Fine.

Practical exams? Her stomach twisted.

Itsuka had mentioned rumors, they’d be fighting robots again, nothing like the USJ. Nothing like that day.

Still… UA loved its curveballs.

I should train, she thought. Just in case.

She rounded the corner.

“Hey.”

She stopped.

Turning, she saw Katsuki, hands shoved in his pockets, shoulders tense like always.

“Oh..Katsuki? Did I leave something?”

Without a word, he pulled one hand out of his pocket.

In his palm… an All Might trading card.

Ibara blinked. “That’s…Why are you…? It was on your desk, wasn’t it?”

Katsuki shook his head. “It’s not mine.” then stared right directly into her eyes “It’s Izuku’s”

She froze.

It had been a long time since she heard that name spoken by someone else.

Katsuki didn’t look away. Just held the card out toward her.

“Well?” he muttered. “You want it or not?”

Ibara stared at it. Then at him. “Why give it to me? It’s not mine.”

Katsuki’s jaw shifted. His voice came quiet, rough.

“Because you damn well deserve it more than I do.”

The world went quiet.

Ibara stared at the card in his hand. The familiar gold border. The faded All Might grin behind the scratched plastic. She didn’t reach for it. Didn’t blink.

Her mind wouldn’t stop showing her flashes, sunlight on a playground swing, a small boy laughing shyly, green curls bouncing as he held that very card above his head like a treasure.

She swallowed.

“…Katsuki,” she said softly, “I can’t take it.”

His brows furrowed. “What?”

“You can keep it. Or… throw it away. If you want.” Her voice was steady, but distant. Like she wasn’t really there.

And that..that..made something in Bakugou’s expression snap.

“Throw it away?” he repeated, like the words tasted foul. Disbelief twisted into anger. “The hell’s wrong with you?”

Ibara blinked.

Bakugou stepped forward, eyes burning, not with fury, but offense. Hurt. “Did Izuku mean nothing to you?”

The words hit harder than any punch he’d ever thrown.

Ibara’s breath caught. “Of course he did, I never said–”

“Then why?!” Bakugou snapped. “If you were really his friend, if he meant so damn much…why didn’t you take this from his mom? Why didn’t you take anything?

“I–”

“You only took some pictures. An alarm clock. That’s it.” His fists trembled. “You could’ve taken his posters. His notebooks. Hell half his room was full of All Might crap…something. Anything.”

His voice dropped, low and raw. “Why’d you leave it all behind if you miss him so much?”

The street felt smaller somehow. Ibara stood frozen, lips parting…no excuse forming.

Because the answer was simple. Ugly. Honest. She just couldn’t voice it.

So she stayed silent.

And Bakugou, frustrated, exhausted, grieving in his own way did the one reckless thing his hands could think to do.

He popped open the plastic case.

“If it means nothing,” he said quietly, dangerously, “then you don’t care if I rip it, right?”

He gripped the card between both hands.

Something inside Ibara shattered.

“Don’t-!”

It happened before she realized she moved.

Her vines snapped wrapping around his wrist, stopping the motion instantly. Her hands clasped over his, protectively shielding the card like it was made of glass.

Bakugou froze.

Ibara’s head was bowed slightly, shoulders trembling.

“Please…” her voice cracked, barely above a whisper. “Please don’t. Don’t take away…the one thing I have left of him.”

Her fingers tightened over his hand. Her vines wound around his arm like iron.

“…Please.”

Her grip trembled, but it didn’t loosen.

“I can’t,” she whispered.

Bakugo’s brows drew together. “Can’t what?”

“Take it. Any of it.”

Her fingers curled tighter around the card as if it might dissolve if she didn’t. Her voice trembled like glass, unsteady, fragile, dangerously close to shattering.

“You’re right. I should’ve taken something. A poster. His dumb keychains. Anything.” She exhaled sharply, the sound halfway between a laugh and a sob. “But I didn’t. Because if I… if I filled my room with his things…if I let myself hold onto all of that, then it would feel like he was really gone.”

A tear slipped down her cheek.

“And I… I couldn’t do that. Because then I’d have to accept that he’s not coming back. That he’s…”

She choked.

“And if I really accept that… I’ll break. I just…can’t.”

Silence hovered between them. Heavy. Breathing. Real.

Bakugo stood very still.

Then, slowly like he was approaching a wounded animal, he reached out and pulled her into him.

It wasn’t dramatic. No sweeping gesture. Just an awkward, hesitant embrace, his arms around her shoulders

“…Sorry,” he muttered, voice rough. “I wasn’t thinking.”

Her forehead pressed weakly against his shoulder, tears soaking into his shirt. She didn’t fight it. Didn’t speak.

“I miss him too,” he said quietly.

The words sounded like they’d been sitting in his throat for ten years.

“Every damn day. Every street. Every billboard with All Might’s face. Every time I walk into class or hear someone laughing too loud.” His jaw clenched. “Everything reminds me of that nerd.”

He took a shaky breath.

“I kept acting like I didn’t care. That I’d moved on. But I didn’t. I just… kept going. Because I didn’t want to be that same bastard I was to him.”

His arms tightened around her

“He thought…I was the best. So I’m trying. I don’t know if I’m doing it right, but… I’m trying.”

They stayed like that, quiet, shoulders trembling just a little, the weight of ten years finally shared instead of carried alone.

After a while, they pulled apart. No dramatic speeches. No promises. Just a silent understanding.

Bakugo eased the trading card from her hand, careful not to smudge it, and slid it back into its protective case.

“I’ll hold onto it,” he said, eyes steady on hers. “Until you’re ready.”

Ibara swallowed, her voice soft. “I trust you.”

He gave a small grunt and turned back toward his house. She watched him go before finally heading home, the evening air cool, her chest feeling lighter and heavier all at once.

Monday arrived.

UA’s hallways bustled as if the world hadn’t cracked open a little days before. Students bickered, books slammed, normalcy returned like a tidal wave.

Except for Setsuna.

“So?” she demanded the moment Ibara sat down. “Did he confess? Did you confess? Did you two accidentally fall on top of each other and make eye contact for nine seconds, yes or yes?”

Ibara blinked. “…No.”

“No to which part?”

“All of it.”

Setsuna dramatically slid down her chair like she'd been shot. “Tragedy. Romance denied. My crops have withered.”

Ibara only sighed, opened her textbook, and pretended her ears weren’t red.

Days passed in a whirlwind of notes, caffeine, and whispered equations.

Then Final Exams.

Written portion? Manageable. Ibara's pen flew across the pages with calm precision.

Practical portion?

…Gone. Absolutely done for.

Standing beside her classmates, she listened in frozen horror as Principal Nezu cheerfully announced the change.

“Instead of facing simple robots,” he said, with a smile much too wide, “you will be facing your teachers in pairs! Real strategy. Real pressure. Real consequences!”

His laughter echoed.

Somewhere, a bird cried.

Good news? They passed.

Bad news?

Ibara was never going to unsee Principal Nezu piloting a construction crane like a demonic theme park operator while cheerfully trying to crush them.

Even now, just thinking about it sent a cold shiver down her spine.

 

Away from the laughter of UA’s classrooms, far from the light and noise of youth preparing for exams, the world inside the holding facility was quiet.

Too quiet.

Izuku sat strapped to a reinforced chair. New bindings, thicker steel, quirk-suppressive cuffs, padded restraints layered over his straightjacket. His ankles were locked in place. His head slightly lowered.

Inko hated it.

She stood on the other side of the one way mirror, hands clenched in front of her. She understood, she truly did, that these precautions were necessary. That this was the safest way for everyone.

But it didn’t stop her from wanting to tear every strap off him herself.

Her voice, when it came, was soft. “Why… am I here?”

No one answered at first.

Then a familiar voice spoke from somewhere near her knees.

“Because I need your permission, Midoriya-san.”

She looked down.

Principal Nezu stood beside her. Tiny paws folded behind his back, eyes sharp with intelligence and something harder to read. 

“Permission?” Inko repeated. “For what?”

Nezu’s gaze shifted to her, smile polite. “UA’s first-year students will be attending an off-campus training camp soon. A chance to improve their skills… to prepare for what lies ahead.”

Inko blinked. “Alright, but what does that have to do with–”

“I want him there,” Nezu said simply, nodding toward Izuku.

Inko stared at him, stunned. “You… what?”

“As a guard.”

For a moment, she thought she misheard. “Guard? You mean..to protect the students?” She almost laughed. But it sounded more like a gasp. “That’s…he…how can you possibly–”

Nezu didn’t flinch.

“I understand how this sounds, Mrs. Midoriya,” he said lightly. “Truly, I do. But… there’s been a question I haven’t been able to silence lately. A theory.”

His gaze drifted to Izuku, still restrained in the chair. Still silent. Still watching nothing 

“So I started piecing together what we know.”

Inko said nothing, but her grip tightened on her sleeves.

Nezu continued. “Back at the USJ, when your son first appeared… he was an enemy. A weapon. Ordered to kill. And yet by the accounts of several students, he didn’t. In fact, he stopped inches away from killing one of them before… switching sides.”

Nezu clasped his paws behind his back. “After that, he was restrained. Contained. And for a while, all was quiet. Until the Hosu incident.” His eyes narrowed slightly. “Your son broke free of his restraints, and didn’t rampage. He went straight to Hosu.”

“To fight?” Inko said quietly.

“To intervene,” Nezu corrected. “He neutralized threats. He reduced casualties. And the villains he targeted? They were nearly identical to the villains deployed at USJ.”

“So you thought he was hunting them?” Inko asked.

“At first,” Nezu nodded. “It made perfect sense. A vendetta, perhaps. Some internal programming. But then… something didn’t add up.”

“…What was it?” she asked.

Nezu’s eyes glimmered with quiet amusement, like a teacher who already knew the student would be surprised. “What I’m about to tell you is not officially recorded. I shouldn’t even know. But I…connected a few unspoken reports.”

Inko waited.

He took a step closer to the glass separating them from Izuku. “During the Hosu incident, a UA student confronted Izuku. Told him to stop. To stand down.”

Inko frowned. “…But that’s impossible. The police said he doesn’t respond to anyone”

“He did,” Nezu said simply. “Your son… listened.”

Nezu let that settle before speaking again, softer. “That alone could be dismissed as coincidence. Shock. Confusion. But it wasn’t random.”

He turned to look at her fully now.

“Because the student who told him to stop… was the same student he almost killed at USJ. The one he halted his hand for.”

Inko swallowed, voice barely steady. “Who… who was it?”

Nezu folded his paws behind his back. “Ibara Shiozaki.”

The name hit her like a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. “Ibara?”

Nezu’s ears perked. “Ah? You know her?”

Inko nodded slowly, memories softening her expression. “Ibara and Izuku… they were childhood friends. Practically inseparable. She used to come over after school. They’d study, play… he…he adored her.” Her voice faltered. “But… why? Why would he remember her?”

Nezu didn’t hide the gentle smile forming on his face. “That, Mrs. Midoriya, is precisely what makes this fascinating. It may be–just may be–that something of their bond remains. Something deep enough to linger past conditioning, past memory loss, past whatever they turned him into. To what extent, I don’t know. But his obedience toward her… that is undeniable.”

Inko’s gaze shifted to her son, still bound, still silent. For a moment…just a moment..her eyes softened with warmth, hope flickering in the grief. Her heart beat faster. Somewhere in there… he’s still there.

She blinked away the dampness in her eyes, straightened her shoulders, and forced her voice steady again.

“Alright,” she said quietly. “So… Izuku remembers Ibara. Or some part of her.” Her brows knit together. “But why do you need my permission?”

Nezu’s small smile didn’t waver. “Ah, because despite everything, the restraints, the headlines, the fear…he’s still your son. And I would prefer… no, require, a mother’s permission before I ask more of him.”

Inko blinked. “Ask… more?”

Nezu clasped his paws neatly behind his back. “The UA Training Camp will be away from campus, out in the mountains, safer in some ways, more vulnerable in others. I would like your son… to be there.”

Inko blinked “You want Izuku… at a training camp. Full of students.”

“As an unseen deterrent. A silent guardian, if you will.” Nezu tilted his head. “He listens to Ibara Shiozaki. He protects her. And I find… that could be very useful.”

Inko stared at him, trying to absorb it all. Then just as she began to form a reply, Nezu added, almost casually:

“There is also… the matter of surgery.”

Inko’s head snapped “Surgery?!”

Nezu lifted his paws in a calming motion. “Nothing drastic. Nothing painful, I assure you. But as he is now…” He glanced at Izuku, bound, scarred, monstrous in silhouette. “…he will always be seen as one of them, as one of the Villains. As a thing, not a person. For his safety. For the students’ peace of mind. I propose…how to put it…a makeover.”

Inko could only stare.

“Oh, aesthetically speaking, of course,” Nezu went on, almost cheerfully. “Stitch grafted skin to cover the purple skin. Some structural adjustments here and there. A wig, human hair, very convincing. All supervised by Recovery Girl. Nothing he can’t heal over, nothing harmful.”

Inko’s gaze drifted back to her son. Pale skin, dark stitching, empty eyes. Even now, even like this, he was still her child. She didn’t care what he looked like… but she knew the world did. And it hurt. It hurt more than she wanted to admit.

“…If this will make them stop looking at him like a monster,” she whispered, “then… I can live with it.”

Nezu’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction. “Wonderful!” he said, bowing with surprising grace. “Then I shall proceed with preparations. I will, of course, ask Izuku himself as well. Consent, when possible,  is still important, even now.”

Inko nodded. Then, hesitantly, she added, “If… if you can… please don’t let it hurt him. He’s been through enough.”

Nezu softened by just a fraction. “Mrs. Midoriya,” he said gently, “I promise you, he won’t feel a thing.”

 

Minutes later, Inko was escorted out. The door clicked shut behind her, leaving Nezu and Izuku alone in the sterile containment room. The Nomu-boy remained as always as he was before

Nezu sat in his chair across from him, legs crossed neatly, a porcelain teacup steamed in his paw. He took a sip, then smiled bright and pleasant, as though this were simply an afternoon chat.

“Well now,” he said lightly, “this must be quite strange for you. Ah! Where are my manners? You may call me Nezu. Am I a bear? A dog? A mouse?” He lifted his cup theatrically. “My true identity! Is the principal!”

Silence.

Izuku didn’t move. Not even a twitch. 

Nezu didn’t mind. His smile lingered on. “It truly is nice to finally meet you, Izuku Midoriya. I imagine this isn’t the most comfortable setting. I certainly wouldn’t appreciate being tied down either.”

Still nothing.

But Nezu only set his teacup aside and folded his paws politely on the table. “There is quite a lot I would like to ask you. And more I’d like to tell you. But before any of that…”

He stood.

And bowed.

“Thank you,” he said softly. “For saving my students at USJ. And again… for saving Tenya Iida and Ibara Shiozaki in Hosu. Even if Iida’s survival was incidental, even if you never intended it, I am grateful.”

The figure in restraints didn’t react, but Nezu continued all the same, sitting back down with a quiet rustle of his coat.

“So. Let’s speak plainly.” He fixed Izuku with a calm, sharp gaze. “UA will soon be sending its first-years to train off-campus. With villain activity rising, and the same group appearing again and again it’s only wise to prepare.” He tapped a paw lightly on the armrest. “That is where you come in.”

Izuku only blinked.

Nezu’s smile widened just a touch. “I hope you’ll protect them if danger finds them. Or, should I say…” he leaned in ever so slightly “..protect her.”

Silence followed. Nezu let the silence sit as he took another sip of his tea. Izuku remained still as always.

Nezu gave a cheerful little hum. “You don’t care, do you? Or perhaps you can’t care. Perhaps what I’m saying means nothing to you.”

Izuku did not answer.

And still, Nezu smiled. Unbothered. Patient. Almost delighted.

“Ah,” he said lightly, “did I forget to mention? Ms. Ibara Shiozaki will be among the students attending.”

[ALERT]: Name: Ibara = Angel. Subject has been mentioned.

The response was immediate.

Izuku’s head lifted.

Not by much , just enough for the light to catch the sharp green glow that pulsed in his eyes.

Nezu’s grin widened, hands coming together in a delighted clap. “Oh, marvelous! You do respond to her. My theory wasn’t so far-fetched after all.”

He tilted his head thoughtfully. “Could it be? Even after everything, the conditioning, the pain, the… let’s call it ‘reconstruction’, some part of that childhood bond still remains. How beautiful.” He paused. “Oh dear, forgive me. Talking about torture so casually, awfully rude.”

Izuku said nothing. He simply stared, unblinking.

Nezu rested his elbows on the table and leaned forward slightly. “Ibara will be there at the training camp. And while I’m certain you’ll break out of these restraints if she’s ever in danger… wouldn’t it be far more efficient for you to be closer from the beginning?”

A beat of silence.

Nezu continued, voice softer, but clearer. “So here is my proposal. You will attend as… a guardian of sorts. Hidden, of course. The students will train. If villains strike, and I believe they will, you will respond.”

He picked up his cup again. “I know you don’t care about the students. But any threat against them… would be a threat to her as well.”

The steam from his tea curled lazily upward. “So, Izuku Midoriya… will you lend us your strength?”

For a moment—no reaction.

Then, somewhere deep behind those eyes:

[Calculating…]: Objective: Protect Angel. - Proximity increases success rate.

[Conclusion[: Accept proposal.

Izuku’s eyes glowed bright. He nodded.

Nezu’s eyes gleamed.

 

–TRAINING CAMP ARC–

The morning sun glared off UA’s parking lot, baking the pavement and making everyone squint as they clustered around the bus.

Class 1B stood beside their designated ride, duffel bags and backpacks already loaded. Vlad King stood before them with his arms crossed, imposing as ever, yet his voice carried a rare note of approval.

“You all did well this first semester,” he said. “But don’t get comfortable. Rest time is over. At training camp, you’ll push yourselves harder than ever. You’ll grow stronger. You’ll embody what it means to go–”

He paused.

A few students mouthed it with him.

“-Plus Ultra!”

A small ripple of pride ran through them. Then, as Vlad dismissed them, the tension dissolved like sugar in tea.

Awase started scribbling on his notepad. “Game idea: Truth or Dare but the penalty is we hurt each other with our quirks”

“Campfire horror stories?” Pony suggested. She beamed. “In America, we tell story about bear that eat smartphone user first.”

“What–why?” Manga blinked.

Setsuna raised a hand. “Okay but serious question, what snacks are we eating first? I’m not surviving in the wild without sugar.”

Before anyone could answer..

“HOW SAD,” Monoma’s voice cut through, sharp as a knife dipped in drama. “To think, Class A, the so-called elite, and yet–yet!--some of them actually failed their exams! Oh, how the mighty–”

Whack.

Monoma dropped mid-sentence like someone unplugged him.

Kendo stood behind him, fist still raised, smile apologetic but practiced. “Sorry! He woke up this morning and chose stupidity.”

She started dragging his unconscious body toward the bus.

Across the lot, Class 1A, who had been politely pretending not to listen, blinked in unison.

Kendo glanced their way and bowed slightly. “We’ll, uh, be boarding now!”

That was the signal.

Bags were checked one more time. Seats were claimed with either ruthless efficiency or mild social anxiety. Tsuburaba tried to call dibs on the back row only to be tackled by Setsuna claiming the window first.

The engine rumbled to life.

Across both buses, chatter filled the air, card games unfolding, whispered plans of late-night snacks or ghost hunts, arguments about whether they could smuggle a portable grill for “team bonding.”

Vlad King did a final headcount. Aizawa did the same for Class 1A, already regretting agreeing to this entire trip.

And just like that, two buses rolled out of UA’s gates.

Far ahead of them, in the quiet spine of the mountains, the air was still.

Four pro heroes stood outside the facility where they will be housing the students nestled between towering trees. The Wild, Wild Pussycats: Mandalay, Pixie-bob, Tiger, and Ragdoll were bundled in their uniforms, waiting under the shade of the main lodge’s awning.

A portable monitor crackled to life, and Principal Nezu’s cheerful voice filtered through the speaker.

“--and that should cover the bus schedule, estimated arrival time, dietary restrictions, and oh right! One more tiny important detail.”

Mandalay narrowed her eyes. “Principal Nezu. The way you said that is concerning.”

“Well,” Nezu said pleasantly, “there will be… an additional guardian of sorts accompanying the students. More precisely, watching from the shadows.”

Ragdoll stopped balancing on one foot. Pixie-bob peeked up from painting her nails. Tiger crossed his arms.

“A guardian?” Mandalay echoed slowly. “We already have four pros–six if we’re counting Erasehead and Vlad King, a controlled training perimeter. Who?”

“Izuku Midoriya,” Nezu said. “Long story short, he was formerly under villain control. But he has defected. And he has risked his life multiple times to protect our students.”

That earned a beat of silence.

“…Huh,” Pixie-bob said at last. “Okay, wait, a former villain. Tall? Broody? Single? Does he like older women who are spiritually twenty-one?”

Mandalay physically pushed her back. “Can we trust this Midoriya? Being an ex-villain is not really….comforting”

“Mandalay,” Nezu continued, as though fully accustomed to such chaos, “I understand your hesitation. Truly. Allowing someone with his… past… near the students is not ideal. But these are desperate times. And desperate times call for allies, to whatever extent we can find them.”

Mandalay exhaled. “Nezu… can we trust him? Really trust him?”

“No,” Nezu said.

The answer was immediate.

Even Tiger blinked. Ragdoll stopped smiling.

“No?!” Pixie-bob yelped. “You just said he’s protecting the kids!”

“Oh, he is,” Nezu said lightly. “Or, well… one of them.”

Mandalay straightened. “Explain.”

Nezu folded his paws behind his back, his tone still unfailingly calm. “For reasons we are still studying, Izuku Midoriya only responds to one student. He will only act if she is in danger. If she isn’t, he won’t raise a finger. No matter what happens.”

“Who?” Tiger asked, his voice low.

“Ibara Shiozaki,” Nezu replied.

Mandalay’s brows rose. “The girl from Class 1B? The vine-haired one?”

“The very same. According to Izuku’s mother, and through some… unofficial sources, Izuku and Ibara were childhood friends. Something of that bond still exists.”

Pixie-bob blinked. “So you’re saying this guy will only protect one student?”

“That’s correct.”

“And if someone else is in danger?” Tiger asked.

Nezu’s voice softened, but the words remained firm. “Then he will watch… until Ibara is threatened too. He is not our soldier. He is not a hero. He is simply… tethered to her.”

Mandalay exhaled slowly, rubbing her temple. “If he’s tethered to Shiozaki…then why keep him in the shadows? Why not keep him nearby, let her know? Wouldn’t that make things safer?”

Nezu’s smile didn’t falter, but his tone shifted…quieter. “Because,” he said, “before he defected… he almost killed her.”

Silence.

It sank between them like a stone. Mandalay’s jaw tightened, fingers curling into a fist by her side. Even Pixie-bob dropped her playful demeanor for once.

Nezu continued before the unease turned to outright refusal.

“I understand how it sounds,” he said softly. “Truly. But since that moment, he has shown… an extraordinary change. Obedience. Protection. In Hosu, he prioritized her safety above everything, even above his own escape. If villains threaten this camp–specifically, if they threaten Shiozaki – he will move. And when he moves…the threat ends.”

Ragdoll squinted, raising her hand like she was in class. “But wait, we’re training them. Training means pushing them, exhausting them, occasionally throwing them off cliffs, maybe a little emotional trauma…”

“Ragdoll…” Tiger sighed.

“It’s a fair question,” she insisted. “If we hurt them…won’t he see that as a threat?”

Nezu shook his head. “No. If that were how his system worked, then UA itself would have been his first battlefield. We have placed Ibara in battle simulations, combat training, explosions, and various harmful activities, if that qualified, he would have attacked us already.”

Mandalay stared at Nezu, patience thinning. “So. Let me summarize before I develop an actual migraine: we have a former villain, who will be living in the woods. He will not intervene unless Ibara Shiozaki is in immediate danger. Everyone else? He watches. We are still the first and only reliable line of defense.”

“Precisely!” Nezu said brightly, as if she’d just solved a fun puzzle. “You and the Wild, Wild Pussycats remain the shield. Izuku is… the fallback plan, should that shield crack.”

Mandalay sighed again, long and resigned. “Wonderful.”

Pixie-bob muttered, “Mysterious feral forest boy who only listens to one girl… it’s kinda hot.”

“Pixie-bob.”

“What? I said kinda.”

Mandalay ignored her. “Fine. When will he get here?”

“Glad you asked!” Nezu’s voice practically sparkled. “He should be arriving in just about–”

“I AM HERE!”

The forest trembled. Something heavy landed on the dirt road with a heroic boom. Dust kicked up, leaves rattled, Ragdoll yelped and jumped behind Tiger.

As the cloud settled, there he was, All Might, grinning like he didn’t just cause a minor earthquake.

“And with that!” he announced, hauling a massive steel containment box over one shoulder like it weighed nothing, “I have delivered our… ah… very heavy guest!” he put the containment box down causing more dirt to get kicked up

Mandalay opened her mouth to ask heavy? but All Might was already crouching, preparing to leap away.

“Good luck, Pussycats! Take care of him! HA HA HA!!”

And just like that, he launched into the sky. Gone. Laughter echoing between the trees.

Silence. Only the birds chirped again.

The Pussycats stared at the steel box.

With a hiss of pressure locks - psshhht - it opened.

Izuku stepped out.

But…different this time

This one stood tall, broad-shouldered. Plain black shirt fitted to his frame, dark pants tucked into worn boots. Skin (actual human skin) stitched over his hands, creeping up parts of his arms. Patches of pale complexion across the top half of his face… while his jaw, neck, and part of his collarbone remained purple, scarred.

And on his head, short, messy black hair with green highlights, slightly uneven like someone applied the wig with care and his eyes glowed as he looked around.

Mandalay’s mouth parted slightly. “What on earth…”

“Oh. My. GOD.”

Pixie-bob leaned forward, practically hearts in her eyes.

“He’s perfect.”

Mandalay groaned. “Pixie…please-”

“No, look at him! Tall, brooding, stitched aesthetics? Muscles but emotionally unavailable? He looks like he could kill me but also hold me gently under a full moon!”

She reached out and poked his arm.

Izuku didn’t react.

Pixie-bob clasped her hands. “Be honest. Are you by any chance single?”

Tiger didn’t even speak. He just stepped forward, grabbed the back of Pixie-bob’s collar, and began dragging her away.

“Worth it!” she called, heels digging into the dirt as she was pulled. “Tell me if he writes poetry!”

Mandalay pinched the bridge of her nose, exhaled through gritted teeth.

The earpiece at her collar crackled.

“Good luck,” Nezu chirped pleasantly. “And remember, if there’s an emergency, do give me a call!”

The line clicked off.

Izuku stood silently, eyes unblinking, staring at the woods ahead.

Mandalay swallowed.

“…This camp is going to be a nightmare, isn’t it?”

Tiger only sighed.

 

And with that, the summer training camp began.

Well “began” was a strong word.

More like: began with a shove off a cliff.

Class 1B had barely stepped off their bus when the Wild, Wild Pussycats kindly informed them that their “rest stop” was actually the starting line. The real camp was on the other side of the massive forest below.

Then the ground disappeared.

Students screamed. Someone yelled “Classic UA!!” as they were dropped into the trees like unwanted laundry.

Five hours later…

They dragged themselves up the final hill and onto the lodge grounds looking like survivors of a war documentary. Mud on their uniforms. Ash in their hair. Souls left somewhere between hour 2 or 3

Kosei, face pale, groaned, “They… lied. They said three hours! Three!”

Tiger, leaning against a tree stump, chuckled. “That’s how long it took us. You kids took the scenic route.”

Ragdoll made jazz hands. “You all look terrible!

“Thanks,” Pony mumbled, face-first in the dirt.

Mandalay approached with her usual dignified calm. Pixie-bob skipped beside her with hearts in her eyes.

“Welcome to the training camp,” Mandalay said.

“Yaaay…” the class muttered weakly.

Pixie-bob clapped her hands together. “Congratulations on surviving the forest! I was expecting a much longer struggle, maybe tears, a few broken spirits, but you kids are really exceptional!”

Somewhere behind her, Monoma weakly raised a fist in agreement… then collapsed.

Pixie-bob continued dramatically, pressing a hand to her chest. “A few of you caught my eye with your potential, your power, your grace….”

Mandalay sighed. “Here we go.”

“--but tragically…” Pixie-bob clasped both hands over her heart, eyes turning starry, “…my heart already belongs to another. My beloved! My shadowy prince of darkness!”

1B blinked in collective confusion.

Mandalay dragged a hand down her face. “Ignore her.”

Tetsutetsu sat on a log. “Can we… eat now?”

Vlad pinched the bridge of his nose, but nodded. “Grab your bags from the bus, put them in your assigned rooms. You’ve earned rest for tonight. Training starts tomorrow at sunrise.”

They didn’t need to be told twice.

In under a minute, bags were tossed into cabins, boots were kicked off, and a stampede descended upon the dining area like starving wolves.

Plates clattered. Rice was inhaled more than eaten. Someone cried from how good miso soup tasted after nearly dying to a mud monster. Whether or not they heard Ragdoll’s ominous, “This kindness? Only for tonight. Tomorrow, we break you,” no one acknowledged it. Survival instinct refused to process the threat.

After dinner came the hot spring.

Steam curled lazily into the evening air on the girls’ side. Muscles loosened, stress unwound. Even Itsuka’s ever-tense shoulders sank beneath the water.

“This is heaven…” Pony sighed, half-floating.

“Careful,” Yui mumbled. “You’ll fall asleep and drown.”

The peaceful silence lasted for approximately thirty seconds.

Then Setsuna shifted with a grin.

“So! Ibara. You and Boom Boy.”

Ibara’s eyes opened, deadpan. “No.”

“Oh, come on,” Setsuna whined, scooting closer. “Childhood friends. Brooding boy. Devout girl. This writes itself.”

“There is nothing to write.” Ibara leaned back against the stone. “We’re friends. That’s it.”

Setsuna dramatically sank further into the water until only her eyes showed above the surface. “You wound me.”

Across the spring, Itsuka sent Ibara a helpless look ‘sorry, she’s uncontrollable.’

Setsuna sat back up, fiery once more. “Fine, then. You like someone, right? What’s your type?”

Ibara stared at her reflection in the water. For a moment, she considered staying silent. But between Setsuna’s expectant stare and Itsuka’s gentle, curious eyes there was no escape.

“I’m not… looking for anyone,” she said slowly. “But if I were… someone kind, I guess.”

Setsuna hummed thoughtfully, instantly back to life. “Okay! Kind. Got it.”

She lifted a wet finger and began counting like a general making war strategies. “Kosei, too nervous. Shishida, too dramatic. Jurota, maybe. Kirishima from 1A, nice smile. Tokoyami, goth but poetic. Sero, funny. Ojiro, polite. Kaminari, kind of, but maybe too kind to everyone-”

Ibara sank deeper into the water with every name. “You’re not helping.”

Setsuna beamed. “I’m absolutely helping.”

Ibara, for once, dipped her chin above the water with a faint, scheming smile. “Then, Tokage… do you like anyone?”

Setsuna blinked. “Me?”

The other girls perked up.

“Yeah,” Ibara said, voice calm but teasing. “You’re very invested in everyone else. What about yourself?”

Setsuna leaned back, arms stretched across the stone edge, contemplating the stars above. “Hmm… okay. If I had to describe my type…maybe tall. Muscular or not…depends. But definitely that ‘I look like I could kill you’ vibe… but also secretly a giant teddy bear.”

Kinoko stared. “That was… very specific.”

Setsuna shrugged. “Hey, I’m not actively hunting anyone down, but if a guy like that falls into my lap? Victory for me.”

Ibara actually laughed. Just a small one. But it made Setsuna grin wider.

Itsuka pushed wet hair off her forehead. “Alright, alright. Before we turn into prunes, we should probably–”

Wrong thing to say.

Because Setsuna’s eyes immediately lit up with a new target.

“So, Itsuka,” she purred. “Speaking of ideal types… you’re always with Monoma. Something going on there?”

The steam went quiet.

Ibara blinked. Pony covered her mouth. Kinoko whispered, “Oh my gosh.”

Itsuka slowly turned, deadpan so intense it could level a mountain. “…No.”

Setsuna leaned forward. “But you’re always beside him–”

“Because,” Itsuka said flatly, “someone has to knock him out before he embarrasses himself. Or the entire class. Again.”

There was a beat of silence.

And then the girls burst out laughing.

Setsuna wiped a tear. “You say that, but the way you karate-chop him is full of love.”

“It’s full of mercy,” Itsuka corrected.

Pony giggled. “Same thing?”

Ibara let her hair drift across the water’s surface, listening to the laughter around her fade into soft murmurs. Somewhere beyond the steam, cicadas droned, the night sky bruised purple and gold.

Eventually, the bath emptied. Towels, yawns, and quiet footsteps replaced conversations. One by one, Class 1B and Class 1A retreated to their rooms. The forest settled.

Well…almost.

Deep within the treeline, far from bonfires and lanterns, a lone figure sat atop a moss-covered boulder.

Izuku didn’t move. Didn’t blink often. Just… listened.

His mind was silent and loud all at once.

[SCAN COMPLETE]

Individuals in perimeter: 40 students. 6 Pro Heroes. 1 child.

Unidentified intruders: 0.

Threats to Angel: 0.

Location of Angel: 92.4 meters northwest. 

He exhaled slowly.

Leaves rustled nearby.

He didn’t turn.

From between the trees emerged Pixiebob, except, not in her Pussycats costume. Tonight she wore soft pajamas, pink with little paw prints and far too much confidence.

She carried a tray.

“Dar~ling,” she sang quietly, stepping through the moonlight as if performing on a stage only she could see. “You haven’t eaten since morning, have you?”

She placed the tray on a nearby tree stump. And then, because subtlety was a myth to her, she produced two candles and a bottle of wine from… somewhere. 

She patted the moss beside her, leaning forward just enough to make her intentions very, very clear.

“Come on,” she whispered dramatically. “Surely even a brooding forest prince needs dinner.”

Izuku did not move.

Did not acknowledge.

He simply blinked once.

Pixiebob's smile only grew.

Then grab.

A large hand hooked the back of her collar and lifted her clean off the ground.

Tiger stood behind her, unimpressed and exhausted in that way only teammates of flamboyant people can be.

“Back to camp,” he sighed.

“Wait—at least let me TRY! You don’t understand, he’s literally my ideal type! Tall! Stoic! Morally ambiguous and emotionally unavailable!” Pixiebob wailed, kicking her feet as she was dragged through the dirt. “This is FATE!”

Tiger didn’t even look at her. “Midoriya, eat your food,” he said over his shoulder.

They disappeared between the trees, their bickering fading into cicadas and wind.

Izuku didn’t move.

He blinked once.

Then silence.

[Scan Initializing…]

40 Students – Vital Signs Stable

6 Pro Heroes – No Hostility Detected

1 Child

Angel – Location: No Change

The night grew quiet around him. Leaves shifted. Owls hooted. Stars spun lazily across the sky.

Every ten minutes, his head tilted just slightly. His eyes flickered.

[SCAN COMPLETE]: No new threats.

He didn’t eat.

Didn’t stretch.

Didn’t rest.

When small woodland animals crept toward Pixiebob’s abandoned tray, stealing bits of food, he did not react. When a bird hopped onto his shoulder, pecked curiously at his hair, and flew away.

Nothing.

The moon sank. Morning bled into soft blue light.

[Notification]: Angel – Awake

He blinked. That was all.

Far in the distance, students groaned and yelled as training began.

He stayed on the boulder.

By noon, sweat, smoke, and exhaustion buzzed from the training grounds, but in the forest, Izuku hadn’t shifted more than a breath.

Then—his vision pulsed.

[ALERT]: Three unknown entities have entered perimeter – Distance: 1.2 km southeast.

[Scanning…]

He turned his head to the direction of the targets. All three marked and moving

The data fed through his vision.

[Scan Complete]

Subjects: 3

Identity: Unknown

Quirk/s: Unknown

Hostility Level: Undefined

Proximity to Angel: 1.2 km and stable

Malicious Intent:  Not detected

Threat Classification – Pending

His brain crossreferenced old data. Stain. USJ. League of Villains behavioral logs. Nothing overlapped.

[Conclusion[: No immediate malice. No direct action required..

[Log Update]

Individuals: Classified as Potential Threats

Tracking: Enabled

Distance Monitoring: Active

Markers appeared behind his eyes, small dots moving slowly across a mental map. He logged each position. Monitored distance from Angel.

Safe.

For now.

His head returned forward.

 

The next day unfolded like any other at camp, if “any other” meant brutal, unrelenting physical torment under the banner of “growth.”

Those who failed their final exams looked like walking corpses. Their extra lessons with Aizawa had lasted until two in the morning. Then a three-hour nap. Then, 5 a.m. wake-up call.

Perfect recipe for existential dread.

Those who passed weren’t exactly thriving either.

Monoma, usually a one-man theater production, could barely lift his head. His voice was reduced to tired muttering instead of dramatic monologues. Kendo quietly thanked every benevolent deity in existence, no Monoma babysitting duty today.

Midday bled into late afternoon.

Students screamed, sweated, crawled, and occasionally questioned their life choices. Pixiebob cheerfully clapped her hands together.

“Tonight! Test of Courage. You’ve worked yourselves half to death, so at least we’ll make the suffering fun!”

Half the class cheered.

The other half was already asleep with their eyes open.

Night fell.

Lanterns flickered through trees. Nervous laughter and muffled shrieks echoed from deeper in the woods, students taking turns scaring each other along the designated Test of Courage path.

Izuku didn’t move from his spot.

He sat atop the same boulder, shadows clinging to his form, just far enough from the path to avoid detection.

[Scan Ongoing…]

Angel – Distance: 168 meters. Heart Rate: Slightly Elevated 

Everything was quiet.

Until it wasn’t.

His vision flashed red.

[CRITICAL ALERT]: Poisonous Gas Detected. Foreign chemical agent spreading.

[Directive]: Neutralize Source.

Izuku moved

 

The fire crackled lazily against the bark, burning upward. Dabi leaned against a half-dead trunk, arms crossed, watching the flames consume the tree out of boredom.

Then he blinked.

The night air felt… lighter.

No bite. No sting at the back of the throat. No familiar chemical weight creeping low along the ground.

He straightened, eyes narrowing. “...Huh.”

Twice, crouched beside him tracing smiling faces into the dirt with a stick, tilted his head. “What’s up, man? You forget how to blink again?”

Dabi didn’t answer immediately. He sniffed the air once, ashen, pine, smoke, then clicked his tongue.

“The gas is gone.”

That got Twice to stop doodling. He sat up “Wait…gone gone?”

Dabi was already fishing into his coat, pulling out a beat-up radio. He twisted the dial into a specific channel “Mustard,” he said. “Report. Gas is gone.”

A beat of silence.

Then the radio crackled to life.

“Ah…yeah, sorry. I’m… running into some issues spreading it deeper into the trees. Just need a moment.”

Dabi hummed, unconvinced. “Make it fast. Without that gas we’re sitting ducks.”

“Understood. I-It won’t take long. Sorry.”

“Fine.”

The line clicked dead.

Twice leaned back. “See? Don’t worry! Everything will be totally—” His tone dropped, the smile fading under his mask. “—unless that kid screws it all up. Then we’re dead.”

“He’s young,” Dabi muttered, flicking ash off his sleeve. “Probably nervous. He’ll pull it together.”

Twice stared at him a moment, then snorted. “You’re weirdly optimistic today.”

“Fire’s good. Mood’s good,” Dabi replied dryly.

But his gaze stayed on the treeline.

Meanwhile, only a few seconds earlier.

“It’ll only take a moment. Sorry.”

The radio clicked.

His arms dropped limp.

Standing behind him, half-shrouded in what remained of the gas was Izuku.

His fist was buried in the back of Mustard’s skull.

From Izuku’s forearm, thin, black-veined tendrils threaded themselves deeper into Mustard’s head, slipping into brain tissue, coiling around motor nerves, latching near the jaw. Another tendril snaked along the roof of Mustard’s mouth, tugging at unused muscles, forcing lips to move.

The moment Izuku determined the radio won’t turn on again, Izuku released him.

The tendrils retracted with a wet, silent pull back into his arm. He withdrew his hand slowly from Mustard’s skull with a faint, slick sound. The boy’s knees buckled. His arms dangled loose. He fell forward like a cut marionette.

Dead

A faint pulse behind Izuku’s eyes. A quiet chime only he could hear.

[Poisonous Gas Source: Neutralized]

[Identifying… Subject]: Logged Potential Threat #04

[Cross-check]: Last Night Encounter. Confirmation: Yes.

His vision sharpened, overlays of white text flickering across the green of his irises.

[Log Updated]

[Potential Threats – Reclassify to Threats - Priority: High.]

[Total Threats Active: 9]

[New Objective Added:] Eliminate all Threats. Targets: 9

His muscles coiled beneath stitched skin. He turned his head toward the mountain. His brain calculated. Distance. Fastest routes. Kill time per target.

Izuku’s eyes pulsed in a cold, blinding green in the dark.

 

Kota’s legs wouldn’t stop shaking from the mountain wind too cold and from the man standing in front of him

No. The villain.

The villain who killed his parents.

Muscular grinned wide, teeth catching moonlight, the cords of muscle squirming and wrapping around his arm like living ropes. His fist drew back, casting a shadow that swallowed Kota whole.

“Sorry, kid,” Muscular said, voice low and almost cheerful, “but I got business to fini–”

A blur smashed into him.

Muscular’s body was ripped sideways into the wall, stone cracking like thunder. Dust exploded into the air. Kota threw his arms over his head as pebbles and dirt rained down. His ears rang.

Then:

Thud.

Crunch.

A heavy body struggling against something

“--you wanna fi–” Muscular’s voice cut short.

A wet, tearing sound. Like thick rope snapping. 

Then silence…

Kota didn’t breathe.

He didn’t want to look. Every part of him screamed not to.

But then…eyes.

Glowing green.

Staring at him through the dust, unblinking. Watching.

The figure stepped out of the fading cloud. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Skin stitched in places like someone had sewn him back together wrong. Eyes too bright to be human.

A monster.

Kota’s throat burned.

He did the first thing his body allowed.

He screamed.

“Ma-Mama! Papa! Help!” His feet scrambled against the dirt before catching traction, and he bolted down the rocky path, tripping, sliding, still screaming.

He didn’t look back.

If he had, he would have seen the creature no longer watching him.

The child was irrelevant.

Izuku’s head was already turning toward the forest.

 

Shoji’s extra ears twitched.

The forest was too quiet.

He and Tokoyami moved carefully through the undergrowth, Dark Shadow hovering over Tokoyami’s shoulder, low, restless, claws flexing silently. Shoji’s arms were spread wide, membranous sensors angled to catch even the faintest breeze or footstep.

“Stay alert,” Tokoyami whispered.

Before Shoji could reply, he heard it.

Something cutting the air. Fast. Thin. Sharp.

Right…no, directly toward Tokoyami.

Shoji moved on instinct, his arms wrapping around Tokoyami to shove him aside

Then another sound. From the left.

Footsteps. A blade swishing. Two enemies.

‘Dammit.’

They were boxed in.

He could only push one of them out of harm’s way. He gritted his teeth.

“Move–!”

But before he could make the choice

The thing coming from the left rushed past past the both of them, wind whipping their hair

BANG!

A heavy crash deeper in the trees. Bark snapping. A scream. “FL-EE-SH”

Then…wet.

Like glass shattering inside flesh. Bones? Then a strangled cry that cut off too quickly.

A tearing noise followed and then nothing.

Tokoyami and Shoji stood frozen.

Dark Shadow had gone completely still.

They waited. Breathing shallow. Listening.

No footsteps approached. No second attack came.

Voices broke through the silence moments later.

“Oi! Shoji! Bird brain!”

Katsuki burst through the brush, explosions still crackling faintly in his palms. Todoroki followed, ice creeping across his right arm, steam lifting from his left.

“You two alive?” Bakugou snapped.

Shoji nodded once, still scanning. Tokoyami lowered Dark Shadow slightly.

“We were ambushed,” Tokoyami said quietly. “But… the attackers are gone.”

“What?” Bakugou blinked. “How?”

Shoji shrugged. “Something else got to them first.”

Todoroki clicked his tongue. “Doesn’t matter. We don’t have time to investigate.”

With a wave of his hand, a wall of ice surged upward in the direction of the woods, blocking off whatever was left there.

“We’re regrouping with the others,” Todoroki said. “Now.”

Bakugou scoffed, but didn’t argue. “Let’s go”

They ran.

None of them noticed the shape half-hidden behind a fallen log, just beyond the ice.

The head of a man, eyes glassy, neck torn clean its body was still strapped into a broken straightjacket laying a few feet away.

 

Himiko Toga hummed softly as she skipped through the trees, feet barely making a sound on the moss.

Two figures walked just ahead, a brunette and cute little frog girl, chatting quietly, completely unaware they were being watched.

So cute.

So soft-looking.

She pressed a finger to her lips, grinning. ‘How many times could she cut them before they stopped moving?’ Maybe once. Maybe twice. Maybe–oh, right. Don’t kill. Just get some blood. Maybe “accidentally” cut a little too deep. They’d look adorable with blood on their cheeks like blush.

Her heart fluttered.

She tapped the earpiece in her ear.

“Compress~ you in position yet? I found something better than the target. Two somethings.”

Silence.

She frowned, glancing up.

Mr. Compress was supposed to be perched above her, watching dramatically like he always did. Mask, cape, ego and all.

She tapped the earpiece again. “Hellooo~ Mr. Compress? Are you ghosting me? Is this a fun game—”

Thud.

Something heavy hit the ground beside her.

Himiko blinked.

Two arms. Perfectly severed at the shoulder.

“Oh…” she blinked. “Well that’s not supposed to be off.”

Then another weight crashed down from the branches above.

Mr. Compress.

Or… what was left of him.

He hit the dirt hard, gasping, blood blooming across his suit. His shoulders ended in smooth, wet stumps. His mask cracked. His head rolled toward her, lips trembling.

“Toga… run.”

Something landed on him.

Crunch.

His body went still.

Himiko didn’t breathe.

Slowly, she lifted her gaze.

A tall, stitched figure stood over the corpse. Eyes glowing green like lanterns in the dark. Skin purpled and patched. Chest rising in calm, unhurried breaths.

‘A…Nomu? Wait they only brought one…who..’

His arm shifted.

Bones pushed outward. Sinew split. Skin peeled back and reformed into one long, jagged blade.

“Eh…” was all she managed.

He raised it.

And something slammed into her.

The world spun. Ground met her back, knocking the air from her lungs.

Himiko wheezed, forcing herself upright.

“Who–”

Dabi.

But only half of him.

His torso ended mid-abdomen. Everything below lay meters away, discarded like a broken doll. Smoke still hissed from the wounds.

He grabbed her collar with what strength he had left.

“Run. Now.”

Then his body melted into black sludge.

“Oi.”

Himiko’s eyes snapped up.

Another Dabi stood beside the monster, this one whole. Blue flames curled lazily across his palms.

He didn’t look at her.

In a single spark–FOOM–a burst of blue flame erupted, the flames swallowed the Nomu whole, painting the trees in blue.

Toga squinted through the blaze, smoke biting her eyes. 

Then a hand punched through the fire and clamped around Dabi’s skull.

Schlkk.

His head slid clean off.

It hit the ground with a soft thud.

The body melted into goop.

More footsteps.

Another Dabi walked past, casual as ever. “Tch. That one was sloppy anyway.”

Izuku stepped from the dying fire, burns sealing over as stitches pulled taut. His dead green eyes locked forward.

Dabi clicked his tongue. “Mustard’s not responding on comms. Muscular’s radio’s dead. Even Moonfish, creep that he is went silent.”

He rolled his neck, cracking it once.

“So. Change of plans.”

He stepped forward, shoulders loose but stance ready. Flames licked across his arms.

“Himiko,” he said without looking back, “rendezvous. Now. We're retreating.”

She opened her mouth to argue

Then three more Dabis stepped from the trees like ghosts, eyes all fixed on the same thing.

Izuku’s head tilted.

BRRRTTT-CCHHK!

Something roared.

From the left, a blur of metal and flesh slammed into Izuku like a car crash.

Chainsaws shrieked.

WHAM.

Bark exploded. The ground split.

The Chainsaw Nomu pinned Izuku to the earth, blades screeching against his bones.

“Go!”  Dabi barked, already launching into the fight, blue flames crashing against whirring steel and roaring flesh. “I’ll hold this freak off!”

Himiko didn’t answer. She did as she was told and ran.

 

Tiger’s fist slammed into the ground, earth cracking under the force as Magne barely leapt back, dragging her metal pole with her. Sparks scraped off his gauntlets as he snarled, “You’re not laying another hand on the kids!”

Spinner swung his sword toward Mandalay. She dodged, heaving breath, sweat tracking down her cheek.

Pixiebob lay unconscious a few meters away, her breathing shallow.

“Spinner!” Magne shouted. “Keep your eyes on them!”

“I’m trying!” he snapped back, deflecting Tiger’s kick with the flat of his blade, stumbling from the sheer force.

Mandalay kept her guard up, mind racing.

‘Students… they should all have made it back to camp by now. Aizawa, Ragdoll… I can’t sense Ragdoll damn it. But at least the children are safe. Even Shiozaki. Which means…’

Her thoughts flickered to him.

;Midoriya. He hasn’t come here. He hasn’t intervened. Good. That means none of the kids have been pushed too far. Maybe… maybe this time we get lucky.’

Spinner’s radio crackled.

A burst of static. Then Dabi’s voice, low and clipped.

“Mission failed. Pull out. Now.”

Spinner froze mid-guard. “What?”

Magne turned sharply. “You serious?!”

The radio clicked off.

Spinner grit his teeth. “We’re retreating.”

Tiger’s eyes widened. “Like hell you are!”

He lunged.

Magne clicked her tongue, pulling Spinner out of the way. “Fantastic. Just fantastic. We retreat or end up in Tartarus.”

“It’ll get worse if the other Pro Heroes get here,” Spinner muttered. “We’re gone.”

Mandalay listened. ‘They’re pulling back? That easily? Could it be… because he didn’t move? Izuku didn’t see them as threats. And if he didn’t act—’

A thought that should have comforted her instead made her chest feel tight.

‘Maybe that’s good. Maybe it means the students really are safe. Maybe-’

A roar tore through the forest.

Something wounded and furious.

Everyone froze.

Then:

BAM! CRASH!

A massive shape tore through the treeline, branches snapping like twigs. It toppled, skidding through dirt and moss, uprooting entire trees in its path.

It hit the ground hard, spine-first into a rock outcrop with a wet crunch.

Mandalay’s breath caught.

It was a Nomu.

Or what was left of one.

Light-green skin. Muscular frame.

But its arms were gone. Torn at the shoulders. Its legs were ripped off at the thigh.

Before anyone could speak

A tree trunk…an entire tree shot from the forest like a spear.

CRACK.

It impaled the Nomu’s head against the ground.

The creature twitched once.

Then went still.

Spinner’s mouth hung open. “Uh… Magne? That’s…uh…that’s… that’s the Nomu we brought, right?”

He didn’t get an answer.

Mandalay moved first.

Her fist slammed into Spinner’s face, knocking him flat on the ground

Tiger seized the opening, pinning Magne with iron grip, forcing her face-first into the dirt. She struggled, teeth bared.

“What the hell?!”

Then…Foosteps

Slow and heavy.

Crunching against broken branches and fallen leaves.

Mandalay turned.

Through the gaps in the trees she could clearly see two pinpoints of green light.

Eyes.

Glowing. Unblinking.

Izuku stepped into the clearing. Half of his body was charred, smoke curling from blackened flesh, but stitches pulled, muscles writhed under the surface, and the burns were already closing as she watched.

Healing.

Breathing steady.

Walking like nothing in this forest could stop him.

Mandalay’s throat went dry.

‘Has he… been fighting this entire time?’

Mandalay didn’t let the thought linger.

“Midoriya!” she called out, voice firm despite the chill racing up her spine. “Go back to camp! Guard the students! We’ve got this handled–”

Izuku blinked once.

He heard her.

She knew he did.

But he didn’t answer.

Didn’t nod.

Didn’t even glance back.

He just crouched, muscles coiling and launched forward.

CRACK.

The ground burst beneath his feet as he shot past them, a streak of pale green and smoke tearing back into the forest at impossible speed.

“Midoriya!” Mandalay reached out too late.

He was gone.

Leaves fluttered in the wake of his movement.

For a heartbeat, all she could do was stare.

Tiger grunted, still pinning Magne to the ground beside a dazed Spinner. “Focus. You know he doesn’t take orders from us.”

Mandalay clenched her jaw. “…If he’s running like that…”

“Then something out there is threatening her,” Tiger finished quietly.

Mandalay clicked her tongue, a cold realization sliding into place. “So this wasn’t all of them. These two aren’t the only villains here.”

“Correct,” a voice murmured.

Mist pooled in the air not far behind them, rippling gently as two yellow eyes formed within it.

Kurogiri.

“How unfortunate,” the warp villain said politely, bowing his head a fraction. “But we will be taking our leave.”

Spinner huffed out a breathless laugh. “Looks like our ride’s here.”

Mandalay’s grip on his collar tightened, but then a familiar chill rolled across her spine. Her eyes widened. She shoved off of Spinner and sprang backward just as violet fog curled around where she original was. Across from her, Tiger cursed and released Magne, muscles coiled as the same dark haze snaked toward him.

Magne staggered upright a few feet beside spinner. Behind them, purple mist formed behind them

Spinner smirked. “See you next time, fakes. I’ll honor Stain’s legacy properly, none of you have the right to hold the title of heroes

Magne turned to agree, lips parting then her words choked out as a wet gurgle. Confusion flickered across her face. She looked down.

Claws. Bone-white, sharp. Buried straight through her abdomen from behind.

Her breath hitched, a sound more rattling than human. The claws lifted her making her gasp in pain and held the claws as if trying to ease the pain that was blooming

Then she saw him over her shoulder.

Izuku. Stitched, silent. Eyes empty and bright like cold embers. He tilted his head as life slowly left her. Soon Izuku tossed to the ground making her gasp one last time only for him to kick her limp body sending it flying into the treeline with a dull, sickening thud.

“Magne!” Spinner screamed, voice cracking. He lunged blindly, drawing one of his crude blades.

“Spinner don’t!” Kurogiri’s voice cut through the forest his voice urgent

Too late.

Izuku’s other arm writhed, flesh splitting and reforming. Vertebrae-like segments snapped into place, slick and bone-white. Izuku lashed it out, catching Spinner’s leg mig-charge.

Then Izuku yanked. The whip pulled tight, flinging him like a ragdoll through the trees. The first impact cracked bone. The second splintered bark and ribs alike. The third harder and faster cut his screams entirely.

By the time he hit the seventh tree, the sound had turned wet and dull, Spinner’s body folding unnaturally before slumping to the ground.

Kurogiri’s mist trembled.

Izuku turned toward him, head tilted. Eyes glowing faintly in the dark.

Kurogiri and him went on a staring contest to see who makes the first move first, Kurogiri just clicked his tongue and vanished into his own warp gate. 

Izuku didn’t even hesitate and his body snapped to the direction he previously ran off to

He bolted. Branches cracked in his wake as he sprinted deeper into the forest like a feral beast.

Mandalay and Tiger? Both stood frozen.

Two bodies lay in the grass. One crumpled, holes on their stomach. One half-buried in leaves at the edge of the forest, mangled beyond recognition.

For a long moment, neither hero breathed.

Tiger swallowed hard. “Did… did he just—”

Mandalay said nothing.

Because she wasn’t sure what terrified her more. The fact that he slaughtered them without a word or the fact that he didn’t even look back.

 

“PLAN FAILED.”

Twice’s cheerful voice echoed across the forest arms flailing dramatically. “HOW DID IT FAIL?!” Then mid rant his head snapped toward the man beside him, tone flipping sharp. “IT WAS YOUR FAULT, DABI.”

The Dabi beside him gave a long, exhausted sigh. “You’re yelling again.”

Toga sat there, knees pulled to her chest. Quiet. Eyes glued to the distant glow of rising smoke.

Dabi dusted off his coat and looked at her. “…You’re awfully silent.”

She didn’t answer.

He shrugged and turned to Twice who just shrugged. “She said something when she got here.”

Twice tilted his head. “Which she? The gloomy she? Or the stabby she?”

“The stabby she,” Dabi muttered. “She said a… monster killed Compress. Almost killed her too.”

“…Like a Nomu?” Twice asked. “One of ours?”

Dabi hummed. Thoughtful. “Could be the same one Shigaraki won’t shut up about. The ‘broken Nomu.’ The one that ignores orders.”

He tapped ash off his sleeve.

“Why it’s here is a mystery. But if it is… then we’re lucky to be alive.”

Twice shifted uncomfortably, scratching the edge of his mask. “Shigaraki’s gonna be pissed… again.”

Dabi scoffed. “Kid throws tantrums when his toy breaks.”

He paused.

“The Big Boss wanted us to test the waters. That’s the only reason I agreed to this circus. But that Nomu…it’s not ours. It isn’t a hero either.” He clicked his tongue. “It kills everything. Villains. Nomu. Doesn’t matter.”

Toga hugged her knees tighter.

Dabi looked up at the sky, ember eyes reflecting distant flames.

“…Whatever. Mission’s over. We wait for Kurogiri. Then we’re gone.”

As if on cue, space rippled beside them.

A warp gate bloomed open — mist swirling like ink in water.

Dabi exhaled. “Finally.”

He took a step toward it….And then the world changed.

Color bled out of the night.

Sound dulled.

The air… thickened.

Heavy.

Wrong

Twice stopped mid-step. Toga’s breath caught. Dabi froze, muscles locking without command. Their instincts—older than quirks, older than logic—screamed a single word.

Predator.

It felt like the sky itself was pressing down on their shoulders.

Suffocating.

Cold.

Ḏ̷͊e̴̤͐a̵̗̓t̶̠͠h̷͍͝

The trees behind them exploded.

CRASH. BA-THOOM.

Something tore through the forest fast and violent, leaves and bark spraying in its wake.

And then it was there.

Maybe because it was the fear, maybe it was the fact that it came too fast. But whatever they saw they couldn’t describe as human.

Tall, warped, shifting like liquid shadow and raw muscle. Limbs too long. Fingers like blades. Its form bled into the world, tendrils of black matter swirling off its skin like smoke dripping in reverse.

Its eyes…Blinding, radioactive green.

Their brains struggled to process it.

Toga’s pulse hammered against her skull. Every memory of blood, thrill, excitement all of it drowned beneath a cold, primal fear. Twice felt his throat close, the urge to joke, to speak, dead. Dabi’s body refused to move, soul whispering a truth he didn't want to accept:

Monster.

“No you don’t.”

A warp gate tore itself into existence right in front of the charging monster.

WHOOOM.

The creature went through, swallowed by violet mist.

Gone.

A heavy thud echoed somewhere deeper in the trees, something massive hitting the ground.

A distant impact. Deeper in the woods.

Kurogiri’s voice crackled through the earpieces sharper than they’d ever heard.

“Go! Now!”

They didn’t hesitate that time

Dabi lunged first, grabbing Toga by the arm. Twice stumbled after, legs trembling as adrenaline finally kicked in.

They sprinted.

Toga, against every rational instinct, looked back, just in time to see a hand. Black. Veined. Clawed fingers, reaching for her ankle

The gate snapped shut.

They were gone.

 

Back at camp, the room felt too small for the number of bodies packed inside.

Students sat in seats, some paced around, some leaned on the wall patiently waiting. Some of course were agitated.

Vlad King stood near the door, arms crossed, face unreadable. Aizawa had slipped out minutes ago to assess the situation outside. The tension he left behind was thick.

“We can help,” Kirishima said, voice firm despite the way his hands tightened into fists.

“We should help,” Tetsutetsu added, his quirk already flaring as his arm turned steel.

Vlad didn’t budge. “No. You go out there, you become more variables. More people hurt. This time, you stay. Let the pros handle it.”

“But–” Kaminari tried.

“No.” Vlad’s tone silenced the room. “This isn’t up for discussion.”

Silence crawled in. The kind that pressed against the chest.

Then, Mandalay’s voice was heard inside their heads

Villains have retreated. Aizawa is returning to camp with Kota. Izuku is in the forest, dealing with remaining threats. Tiger and I will sweep nearby areas and search for Ragdoll.

Her voice vanished as quickly as it came.

A breath escaped the room.

Vlad nodded once, posture easing. “You heard her. It’s over. Sit down. Nobody moves until Aizawa returns.”

The tension bled out at once.

Several students slumped to the ground. Uraraka sagged against the wall. Aoyama wiped his forehead dramatically. From the corner, Mineta burst into messy sobs.

“I-I get to live…” he wailed, snot running down his face. “I still get to touch boobs someday!”

Every girl turned and glared.

Tsuyu didn’t hesitate. Whip. Her tongue snapped out and knocked him unconscious against the floor.

Itsuka let out a small laugh. “You have problem children too, huh?”

Momo managed a tired smile. “It appears so.”

For a moment, it almost felt normal.

But then Itsuka noticed Ibara.

She wasn’t smiling, not even a trace of relief was shown in her face.

She was standing. Perfectly still. Hands balled at her sides. Shoulders trembling.

“Ibara?” Itsuka placed a hand lightly on her arm.

Ibara didn’t look at her.

She was already walking, slow, unsteady steps towards Vlad.

“Hey” Tokage called out, frowning. “You okay?”

Ibara didn’t answer.

She stopped in front of Vlad. Her voice, when it came, was too soft. Too careful.

“Vlad-sensei…”

He turned to her, brows raised. “Yes?”

Her fingers trembled.

“That name…”

Vlad blinked. “Name?”

She swallowed. Hard. “Mandalay… she said a name.”

The room quieted again. “…Izuku,” she whispered. The way she said it made it so fragile making the whole room turn to her.

“Did I… hear that right?” her voice cracked. “Did she… say Izuku?”

The room went still again.

Vlad’s brows knit together. He exhaled slowly. “…Yes. She did. Why?”

Ibara’s lips parted, but no sound came out. She stared down at the floor as if it might steady her.

“What…who is Izuku?” she finally whispered.

Vlad hesitated, noticing the way her shoulders trembled, the way her fingers clutched the hem of her shirt. Still, he answered carefully. “Someone Principal Nezu assigned to protect the students. The…details around him are classified. But he’s on our side. He’s an ally.”

Ibara shook her head. “No,” she breathed. “No…no, that-th-that can’t…” ‘It can’t be…is it? Is he…’

Itsuka stepped closer, worry overtaking her features. “Ibara? Hey…hey, what’s wrong?”

Ibara didn’t look at her. Her voice barely carried. “His full name.”

Vlad blinked. “What?”

“I want his full name,” she said, louder now, though her voice trembled. “Izuku…who?”

Vlad looked at her properly this time. Really looked, pale face, glassy eyes, shallow breathing. On the edge of panic.

“Ibara,” he said gently, “it doesn’t matter right now-”

“It matters to me!” she snapped.

The room flinched.

Her voice cracked but didn’t stop. “Please what is his name?!”

And that was when the door slid open.

Aizawa stepped in, Kota tucked in his arms, the boy’s small frame shivering, face buried against him.

The class fell silent.

Aizawa’s eyes moved from Vlad to the students and then to Ibara, standing rigid in front of Vlad “…What happened?” he asked quietly.

Ibara turned to him “Sensei,” her voice broke, “Izuku. Do you…do you know him? Do you know his full name?”

Aizawa’s steps slowed.

He glanced once toward Vlad.

Vlad met his eyes, jaw tight, but said nothing.

The silence stretched.

Finally, Aizawa looked down at Ibara.

His voice was calm. Serious.

“…Izuku Midoriya.”

And that….was when Ibara’s world shattered. Something behind Ibara’s eyes cracked open, memories she had forced to sleep suddenly wide awake.

A boy laughing, running beside her on sun-warmed pavement.

Grass stains on their knees during hide and seek.

Crumbs of melon bread on freckled cheeks.

A small hand reaching for hers.

A smile brighter than summer.

…He was alive.

Her knees almost gave out.

“Ibara–” Itsuka reached for her.

But before anyone could touch her, “Oi.”

The low growl came from the back of the room. Katsuki stood, fists clenched, eyes shadowed beneath his fringe.

“Don’t mess with us,” he muttered, voice trembling with something dangerously close to panic. “If this is some rational bullshit or another quirk trick just fuck off.”

“Bakugo–” Kirishima tried to calm him.

“How the hell do you know that name?” Katsuki snapped at the teachers. His teeth were grit, breath sharp. “Izuku’s a missing kid from ten damn years ago. He’s dead. There was a funeral. So why the hell do you know his name?”

Kirishima blinked, confused. “Wait…who even is this guy?”

Aizawa exhaled slowly. “Bakugou. Sit down.”

“No.”

“The details are vague for a reason,” Aizawa continued, tone firm. “What we know was given by Principal Nezu. If you want answers, you’ll have to ask him directly. This is all we can say–”

A soft crack interrupted him.

Vines began to bloom, sharp, thorned from the floor beneath Ibara’s feet.

“Ibara?” Itsuka whispered.

Ibara didn’t respond.

She raised shaking hands. Her vines shot up, forming a small barrier between herself and the teachers.

“Ibara, don’t–”

She turned eyes glassy and breath uneven and sprinted to the windows.

“Wait—!”

Glass exploded.

Her vines had shattered the window, and she was already outside, running into the night, toward the forest.

Aizawa cursed under his breath, already moving to jump after her.

But someone moved first.

Katsuki.

He stepped in front of Aizawa between the teachers and the window arms spread, palms sparking faintly but steady.

“If you’re going after her,” he said, voice rough, “you go through me.”

 

Meanwhile in the forest,  branches whipped past. Leaves tore beneath each frantic step.

Ibara didn’t feel any of it.

All she heard was her heart.

He’s alive.

The words repeated softly, desperately like a prayer she didn’t know she was saying.

He’s alive. He’s alive. He’s alive.

Her lungs burned, legs heavy from training, from fear, from the attack but she couldn’t stop. Not now. Not when hope was no longer a distant ache, but something real and close “Mandalay said…she said he’s in the forest–” Ibara gasped between breaths, stumbling over roots.

Her throat tightened.

Still, she yelled:

“IZUKU!”

Her voice cracked, swallowed by trees and darkness.

Only silence answered.

Her mind filled it.

Ibara! Good morning!

She bit her lip, hard enough to taste blood.

She ran faster.

“IZUKU!” she screamed again.

Look, Ibara—it’s All Might!

Woah…he's so cool!

Her breath hitched.

Her steps faltered.

Let’s train together! When we grow up, we’ll be heroes, right?

Her head throbbed with memories that weren’t supposed to hurt this much. She pressed a hand over her heart as if it could hold her together.

“Izu…ku…”

A quiet whisper this time.

No answer.

Only the forest watching.

She stumbled forward again.

Come on, Ibara, let’s go home. Mom says she’s making katsudon!

A small laugh, hers, from back then echoed faintly in her ears.

Tears blurred the world.

She took in one shaking breath.

Then with everything in her, raw and loud and breaking:

“IZUKU! LET’S GO HOME!”

Her scream echoed throughout the forest. The voice of a girl who just wanted to see her friend. Begging, that her voice manages to get his attention. Hoping that he would just hear and run towards her.

“.. Please…” The word left her lips in a broken whisper. 

Ibara’s knees gave out, dirt soaking her clothes as she sank to the ground. Her hands trembled against the earth.

He was alive. He was alive. She knew he was.

For ten years, ten long, aching years the world had told her he was gone. A funeral. His mother’s arms shook as she cried. The empty desk at school. The swing set at the park with only one child sitting there now.

And yet… just minutes ago Mandalay said his name.

She pressed her forehead to the ground, eyes burning.

“Please… please.” Her breath hitched. “If you’re really here…if you’re really alive, answer me. Just once. Let me hear you. Let me see you.”

Memories slipped in, soft as lullabies.

Ibara! Look, I can swing higher than you!

You got snacks? Can I have one?

If bad guys ever come, I’ll protect you. That’s what heroes do!

Her chest hurt.

“I want to see you again,” she whispered, voice shaking. “I want to hold your hand again. You idiot…you promised, remember? You said you’d grow up and protect me. How are you supposed to do that if you’re not here?”

Her eyes squeezed shut.

“Izuku…please come back to me.”

The night only answered with wind.

And then:

Snap

She froze. Ibara’s head lifted slowly, hope swelling “…Izuku?” she stood up and looked around hoping to see her friend

Something stepped out from between the trees.

Tall.

Scarred.

What was once a black shirt hung in tatters over a lean, muscled frame. Dark pants were ripped and dirt-stained, tucked sloppily into worn boots. Skin was stitched along his hands and up his forearms, patches of pale flesh across his cheeks and forehead while his jaw, neck, and part of his collarbone were still purple and scarred.

And his hair, short. Messy. Black, threaded with dark green.

But most of all…his eyes. Brilliant, unnatural green.

Her breath caught.

Despite his appearance she instantly knew who this was. It was the Nomu. The same Nomu from the USJ who almost killed her. The same Nomu who killed two other Nomus in Hosu….the same one who miraculously listened to her when she told him to stand down.

Her heartbeat pounded against her ribs. Why was it here? Did it follow her? Was it working with the villains?

The Nomu took one slow step forward.

Ibara flinched, instinctively moving back.

The Nomu saw this and slowly put back its foot. Then slowly, as if trying not to scare her…lowered itself.

Ibara stared as the Nomu went lower and lower until it was now fully crouched.

It continued to stare at her as if asking, Is this better?

Ibara knew she should run. Try to get back to camp or run elsewhere to find Izuku.

But there was this nagging voice in her head. That same voice that tried to convince her back in Hosu that this Nomu…was different.

Her throat tightened. “…Back in Hosu…why did you listen to me?”

The Nomu looked up then looked down as if trying to process her question. It tilted his head, She tried again, softer. “Can you…talk?”

The Nomu blinked then after a moment it shook its head.

Ibara swallowed. “So…you can’t speak.”

Her hands curled against her chest to stop them from trembling. She hoped that whatever miracle happened in Hosu would happen again here.

“…Will you listen again?” she asked.

The Nomu didn’t hesitate.

It nodded.

Something like relief broke across her face

“…Then…can I ask you for something?”

The Nomu stayed still.

She took that as permission.

“I…I need you to find someone for me.” Her voice wavered with each word. “His name is Izuku. Izuku Midoriya. Green eyes…green hair. Freckles. He’d be older now. And taller, probably.”

Her lips trembled.

“Can you…find him for me?”

The Nomu lowered its head slightly.

Behind its eyes reality fractured.

A luminous green grid bloomed across the mountain range, stretching from treetop to ravine. Labels flickered into place, Camp, Training Area, Hot Springs, each tagged and have their own labels. Tiny white dots marked students. Blue for staff. Yellow for unknowns.

Numbers danced beside each tag: heart rates, labels, notes, and proximity alerts. 

[Scanning area]

Students: 40. Pro Heroes: 5. Civilian Child: 1.

[Note]: No unidentified individuals detected.

[Searching]: “Izuku Midoriya.”

[Result]: No matching individual located.

Another line surfaced.

[Note]: Individual designated ‘Inko Midoriya’ refers to Subject I-000 as ‘Izuku Midoriya.’

[Query]: “Izuku Midoriya” = I-000?

[Answer]: No.

[Note]: Angel’s order cannot be fulfilled.

The Nomu’s eyes dimmed slightly. It looked at her and shook its head.

Ibara’s breath caught. A small, raw sound escaped her.

“No…?” her voice wavered. “What do you mean no?”

She stumbled a step closer her hands trembling at her sides.

“No meaning what?” she asked, voice pitching higher. “You can’t find him? You won’t? You/…won’t help?”

The Nomu shifted, head rising like it wanted to respond but couldn’t form the answer she wanted.

Ibara squeezed her eyes shut, dragged air into her lungs.

“Just answer me simply,” she whispered. “Are you…able to find Izuku?”

The Nomu’s reply was slow but clear.

A single shake of its head.

Her lips parted…no sound came out.

She tried again.

“Is he…even here?”

Another shake.

Her shoulders trembled. Her fists clenched at her skirt, knuckles pale.

“…You’re lying.” It came out broken. Barely audible.

She lifted her head, eyes wet, jaw trembling.

“You’re lying!” she yelled. “Mandalay said he was here! Vlad said he was here to protect the students, he’s here! He has to be…he-!”

The Nomu’s system pulsed.

[Alert]: Angel is distressed. Distress level: rising.

[Objective required]: Resolve Angel’s distress.

[Action]: Search again.

Its eyes flickered.

[Rescanning area.]

Students: 40. Pro heroes: 5. Child: 1.

[Result]: No change. No Izuku Midoriya detected.

Ibara’s knees finally buckled. She hit the dirt with a soft thud, shoulders shaking, breath hitching into quiet, desperate hiccups.

“Please…” she choked. “Please just…find him. Please…”

The Nomu’s claws curled against the ground.

[Processing order] 

[Order]: Find Izuku Midoriya.

[Result]: Failure. Subject cannot be located.

[Reattempting…]

Nothing.

Identical answer.

Again.

And again. And again. And again.

[Note]: Angel’s request cannot be fulfilled. Cannot locate “Izuku Midoriya.”

Ibara stayed on her knees.

Tears streamed freely now hot, heavy, leaving trails down her cheeks as she tried and failed to wipe them away. Her shoulders shook with every breath.

The Nomu stood perfectly still for a moment, trying to comprehend on how to resolve the issue. It only did the one thing it can. It slowly stood and walked slowly towards her.

As it stepped closer and it lowered itself beside her in the dirt. 

They sat like that.

The forest quiet around them, save for the soft, uneven sound of Ibara’s breathing.

After a long while, she spoke. Her voice was small.

“…I’m sorry.” She sniffed, rubbing her eyes clumsily. “For yelling. I shouldn’t have… you were only answering. I just…”

Her fingers dug into the fabric over her chest.

“I just got scared. And I thought…if you said no, then maybe it meant…he really wasn’t here.”

She let out a weak laugh. It broke halfway through.

“…You haven’t even begun looking yet, have you? And here I am yelling at you.”

The Nomu watched her.

Silent.

“…But I still believe he’s here,” she whispered.

Her eyes unfocused, somewhere far away.

“He’s probably scared. Lost. Just like before.”

A small, fragile smile tugged at her lips.

“When we were kids…he got us lost once in the woods near home. He panicked and cried for so long. But then he got quiet…and said he’d get us back. And he did.”

Her smile wavered.

“I have to find him. Even if you think he’s not here…I’m not giving up. I already lost him once. I’m not losing him again.”

Silence settled between them.

She wiped her cheeks, stood on shaky legs, brushing off dirt from her pants. She looked down at the Nomu. The same Nomu that she was somewhat convinced was following her. First in Hosu, then here. He just keeps appearing wherever she goes. And the strangest part was….he was listening to her.

Why did he go all his way to come to her? Was he in prison beforehand? Was he just wandering around? Was it ordered to? Was it programmed to do so?

“…Why are you here?” she asked softly. “Why do you keep listening to me? Just like in Hosu…why?”

She has to know. Why was a Nomu, brought by the villains then attacked said villains. Kept appearing in her life over and over again.

The Nomu’s glowing eyes met hers. Then it lowered its gaze. One clawed hand reached out and pressed against the dirt.

Slowly, carefully, it began to write.

Ibara blinked. “Oh, you can write,” she murmured half-delighted and half in awe.

She knelt beside him as the last letters took shape, the words carved into the soil.

She read them aloud, barely a whisper.

“…Protect An–”

A memory bloomed.

She was four years old again lying on the living room couch, head in her mother’s lap. Warm light from the window. Her mother’s fingers combing through her hair.

A small, quiet giggle from above.

Ibara blinked, looking up. “Mama? What is it?”

Her mother waved a hand, smiling. “It’s nothing, dear. I was just on the phone with Inko, Izuku’s mother. You two really are inseparable, aren’t you? Not even ten minutes after meeting and you’re already off playing.”

She paused… then laughed again, softer.

“But oh look at this.” She held up her phone. “Do you know what little Izuku called you?”

Ibara frowned, curious. “…No?”

Her mother smiled.

“He called you: Angel.”

Wind rustled through the trees, soft against her ears.

Ibara’s eyes widened, slowly turning to the creature crouched beside her.

Stitches. Scars. Glowing green eyes.

But suddenly her heart lurched.

Another memory. Then another.

“Happy Birthday Ibara!”

Small hands pulling her up from a fall. A boy’s laughter echoing under summer sunlight. Freckles. Tearful promises whispered over linked pinkies.

“Hey slow down!”

“But Ibara I don’t like vanilla”

“IBARA I GOT IT! I GOT IT! LOOK!” 

Her breath stuttered.

“When I grow up, I’ll protect you! Always!”

The world seemed to warp and narrow every heartbeat echoing louder in her ears.

The Nomu lifted its head to look at her.

“H-hello…my name is I-Izuku Midoriya”

Her lips trembled. Tears gathered, hot, blurring her vision.

“…Izuku,” she whispered, voice cracking. “It’s…you.”

Her body moved before her mind caught up.

She threw herself forward.

Arms wrapping around him around cold skin, scars, stitches, everything

Pulling him close. Holding on like he’d disappear if she didn’t.

“Izuku-it’s you!”

 

And just like that, the training camp was over.

By morning, the mountains were swarmed with flashing lights and tired voices. Firefighters poured into the forest, dousing flames that still smoldered between broken trees. Vlad King met them at the edge, soot on his face, giving calm, stern orders.

Out of forty students, all were accounted for. Some scraped up, some bruised, shaken, exhausted…but alive.

Of the six pro heroes, the count was less kind.

One was unconscious and in critical condition after a heavy blow to the head. Another had lost too much blood and according to reports was still missing.

And the villains?

Official statements said it simply:

A Nomu under League control went berserk.

It tore through the forest.

It killed its own.

Seven dead. Three escaped. Cause unknown.

The berserk individual was later found, impaled through the skull by a tree. No one could determine who, or what, stopped it.

But despite the horrors of the night…there was good news.

Quiet, unbelievable, world-stopping news.

Thanks to the efforts of the Pussycats, Eraserhead, and several UA students

The child who had been missing for ten years…was found.

Izuku Midoriya had come home.

He was alive.

And by dawn, he was in his mother’s arms again.

 

KAMINO ARC-

It was almost lunchtime in the Shiozaki household.

Sunlight streamed through lace curtains, the house was calm in a way that felt almost unreal, considering the other day, students were running for their lives and villains were burning forests.

Now?

The biggest threat was whether the rice would burn.

Ibara’s mother flipped through the news on her tablet, sighing softly. “It’s unfortunate… UA’s being heavily criticized again. People are demanding explanations.”

Across from her, Inko Midoriya nodded. “I understand why people are upset. I was terrified when I heard the news…” She paused, then smiled more sincerely. “But I’m just grateful Ibara came home safe.”

“How is she, by the way?” Inko added.

Ibara’s mother chuckled. “She’s fine. Better than fine, actually. Practically glowing. I don’t think I’ve seen her this…happy in years.”

Right on cue,

“GHHK! SON OF A-”

A strangled yelp echoed from the hallway.

Both women looked up.

At the doorway stood Ibara’s father, one hand over his heart…and next to him, looming silently like a decorative demon gargoyle that escaped from a cathedral stood Izuku.

Tall. Stitches. Pale-and-purple skin. Unblinking green eyes.

Just.

Staring.

Like this was normal.

“I…lunch,” Ibara’s father wheezed, inhaling sharply. “Lunch will be…ready soon. Ibara’s making Katsudon.”

Inko blinked.

Then softly laughed behind her hand. “Of course she is. It’s his favorite.”

Ibara’s mother nodded, amused. “She practically kicked me out of my own kitchen. Said she’d make it herself. I haven’t been this aggressively banished since she was six and tried to bake cookies.”

Down the hall, pots clattered. Someone yelled “Hot!” followed by a muffled “I’m fine!”

Izuku continued to stand there like a haunted coat rack.

Lunch came soon after, steam still rising from the freshly made katsudon. Everyone sat around the low dining table, except Izuku, who sat on the floor like an obedient oversized dog, just in case he breaks a chair with his weight. 

They said grace.

They began to eat.

And, to Ibara’s relief, everyone hummed in approval. Even her father sniffed dramatically. “Perfectly done. You might’ve surpassed your mother.”

Ibara flushed. “Just eat.”

She turned to Izuku.

He stared blankly at the bowl in front of him.

“…Ea,” she reminded him gently.

Izuku blinked once. Slowly. Then he looked at her, then at the katsudon.

Then, with both massive hands, he picked up the bowl… lifted it to his mouth….and opened his jaw way wider than any human jaw should go.

Like. Unhinged python wide.

And just…poured the entire thing in.

Rice. Egg. Pork cutlet. Bowl juice.

All of it.

He shut his mouth. Chewed.

Everyone stared.

Utensils paused mid-air.

Inko blinked very slowly.

Ibara’s mother coughed into her napkin, smiling. “He must’ve missed your cooking a lot.”

Ibara dragged a hand down her face. “He’s been like this since yesterday. Very… literal.”

Ibara’s father nodded sympathetically. “Well, considering he was, you know…”

Everyone froze.

He didn’t finish that sentence.

He didn’t need to.

To break the silence, Inko clasped her hands together brightly. “Well! I, for one, am just happy he’s finally home. Even if he, uh… looks a little more… stitched.”

Ibara perked up. “Oh speaking of. How did it go? With him… at home?”

Inko chuckled. “Principal Nezu called ahead. All Might brought him to my door. Explained… well, as best he could.”

She smiled fondly. “Izuku spent the first hour standing by the entrance like a polite refrigerator. I had to drag him by the hand to his room. And to the bath….I don’t think he slept. He practically was the first one out when I told him I’ll be visiting….and yes he still doesn’t listen to me.”

To demonstrate, she turned to her son. “Izuku, sweetie, could you pass the water pitcher?”

Izuku did not move.

Did not blink.

Did not acknowledge her existence.

Ibara groaned softly. “I’m so sorry… he listens, just… selectively.”

She turned to him. “Izuku. Give the water pitcher to your mother.”

Izuku finally reacted.

He looked at Inko, then back to Ibara. Then, slowly, pointed a finger at her.

Ibara buried her face in her hands. “Yes. Her. And don’t point at your mother, it’s rude.”

Izuku blinked like that was brand-new information.

Then reached for the pitcher.

A little too fast.

Water sloshed.

Ibara’s father flinched.

Ibara’s mother quietly got a towel.

Inko just smiled. “He’s trying. That’s my boy.”

Then: DING DONG.

The entire table froze.

Chopsticks hovered mid-air. Even Izuku stopped chewing.

Ibara blinked. “We…expecting someone?”

Her mother frowned. “No. Stay here, I’ll get it.”

She padded to the front door and opened it. Upon seeing who it was she froze.

Standing on her doorstep like the strangest neighborhood welcome committee were: Principal Nezu smiling like he brought cookies, All Might,  Aizawa already regretting being awake, and Detective Tsukauchi holding a folder and 14 stress wrinkles.

“Good afternoon!” Nezu beamed. “Terribly sorry to intrude uninvited. Might we borrow Ibara Shiozaki for a conversation?”

Ibara’s mother blinked twice. “...Eh?”

Ibara came to the doorway, wiping her hands. “Um… is something wrong?”

“No no,” Nezu chirped. “Nothing catastrophic….yet.”

“…That doesn’t help” Ibara muttered.

Her mother stepped aside and bowed. “Please, come in.”

All Might and Tsukauchi offered warm greetings to Inko, who stood awkwardly but smiled back. Nezu’s eyes twinkled when he noticed her. “Ah, perfect timing! We needed to speak with you as well, Mrs. Midoriya.”

So now, the living room looked like a very weird job interview.

One side of the table: Nezu, All Might, Aizawa, Tsukauchi. The other side: Inko and Ibara, sitting neatly. Behind Ibara, on the floor was Izuku.

Ibara’s parents quietly retreated to their room to let the professionals talk. Inko clasped her hands. “So… may I ask what this is about?”

Nezu folded his paws. “Official business. As you already know, the public is demanding answers from UA about the training camp incident. Tonight, we’ll be holding a press conference to address the backlash and concerns.”

Inko nodded slowly. “I understand… but what does that have to do with us?”

Tsukauchi sighed, serious. “While the press conference is happening, several hero teams will launch a counterattack. We’ve found a possible League of Villains hideout…and we plan to raid it.”

Ibara’s eyes widened. “You’re attacking them tonight?”

Inko raised an eyebrow. “And you’re telling me this casually? I’m a civilian. She’s a child.”

“There is a reason,” Nezu said lightly. He leaned forward. “We want Izuku to join the operation.”

“…Eh?” Inko blinked. “I’m sorry…what?”

Nezu didn’t flinch. “To clarify, we do not intend to send him into the main battle. However, we have a critical problem. The League still possesses Nomus, likely dozens. Their Warp Gate user can summon them instantly, and if he does, the heroes will be outnumbered before the fight even begins.”

His tone softened. “And we all know…Izuku is, technically speaking, a Nomu.”

Inko’s hands tightened in her lap, but she said nothing. Ibara glanced back at Izuku sitting quietly behind her. He didn’t react. Didn’t flinch. Just watched.

Nezu continued. “We don’t know where the Nomus are housed or how many remain. But if anyone could locate them, it’s him.”

Ibara frowned. “But Izuku isn’t a hero. He’s not even a student. He’s just…” she hesitated, eyes dropping to his scarred hands “...a civilian.”

“And you’re right,” Nezu agreed. “To the public, Izuku Midoriya is a boy who disappeared ten years ago and came home last night. Not a weapon. Not a Nomu.” He gestured lightly to Izuku’s stitched skin and unnatural eyes. “His…appearance can be explained away as a mutation quirk. That is the official story. That is how it will remain.”

Inko’s voice was soft but firm. “Then why are you asking this at all?”

“Because,” Nezu said, turning his gaze to her first, then Ibara, “we also can’t ignore the truth in this room. Izuku has demonstrated tracking capabilities, physical strength nearly equal to All Might, and regenerative abilities similar to Nomu units. He is…regardless of anyone’s comfort our best chance at tipping the balance.”

The room was silent.

“...There is only one issue,” Nezu added quietly. “He doesn’t take orders from us. He only listens to Ibara.”

Ibara froze.

All Might exhaled. Aizawa rubbed his eyes like he already expected this conversation would end badly.

Nezu folded his paws neatly in his lap. “That is why we’re here. We want permission, not only from his mother,” his eyes met Inko’s, “but from you as well, Shiozaki.”

Inko stared down at her hands.

Ibara stared at Izuku.

“…And if we refuse?” Her voice was quiet, almost fragile, but it cut through the room more sharply than anything else said so far.

She didn’t look at Nezu when she asked. Her eyes stayed fixed on Izuku sitting on the floor, silent and still, like he didn’t even understand that his future was being discussed.

Nezu’s smile didn’t waver. “Then nothing changes. Izuku stays here, safe, with you. We proceed without him. No consequences. No pressure.” His voice was gentle, earnest. “This is voluntary.”

Ibara’s fingers tightened around the fabric of her skirt.

Inko looked at All Might, searching his face. He couldn’t hold her gaze. His jaw clenched, his eyes lowered to the floor like he was ashamed just being in the room.

Nezu caught that look instantly. “To be clear,” he added softly, “All Might was against involving Izuku. I persuaded him to at least let us ask.”

All Might remained silent broad shoulders stiff, expression unreadable.

Inko exhaled slowly, then turned toward Ibara, the girl still staring at Izuku like she might break if she blinked.

“May I speak with Ibara…alone?” Inko asked quietly.

Nezu nodded. Aizawa gave a grunt of agreement. Tsukauchi stood, stepping aside. No one protested.

Ibara didn’t say a word as Inko touched her shoulder and gently guided her toward the kitchen. Izuku didn’t move. He just watched them leave.

The moment they got to the kitchen Ibara finally spoke. “I…I don’t think I agree with this,” she said, the words tumbling out in a rush. “I don’t want him to…”

“I’m fine with either option,” Inko said gently.

Ibara stopped. “…What?”

Inko offered a small smile. “If you say yes, I’m fine with that. If you say no, I’m also fine with that.”

Ibara stared at her like she’d just spoken a different language. “What…how can you be fine with both? Aren’t you worried for him?”

Inko let out a quiet breath, her fingers lightly tracing the edge of the kitchen counter. “Of course I’m worried,” she said softly. “Any mother would be.”

She glanced toward the living room. From where they stood, she could still see him, Izuku sitting cross-legged on the floor, looming and silent, his presence too big for the house he once fit into so easily.

“But…” Her voice lowered. “He’s not my little boy anymore.”

Ibara’s lips parted, but no words came out.

Inko smiled, small and sad. “He’s still my son. I love him more than anything. I want him safe, I want him home, I want him…laughing again. Eating too much katsudon and rambling about heroes.” She swallowed. “But wanting that, demanding that, would be selfish of me. Because whatever he is now…whatever they turned him into… he’s still choosing. In his own way.”

She folded her hands together. “And I don’t have the right to choose for him. Not after everything. He doesn’t belong just to me anymore.”

The words hung in the air.

Inko looked at Ibara again, eyes gentle but steady. “He came back…not because I prayed hard enough or because I deserved it. I begged every night, and still ten years went by. He didn’t come home for me.”

She paused.

“He came back for you.”

Ibara’s breath hitched. “Th-that’s not-”

“It is,” Inko said quietly. “You were the one he listened to. The one he followed. Even now, he watches you. He waits for you to speak before he moves.” There was no bitterness in her voice, only acceptance. “And that’s enough for me. If he’s going to walk forward again, then I want him to do it with someone he trusts.”

Her eyes softened even more. “So…if you say no, I’ll be relieved. If you say yes, I’ll support you. Because I trust you with him more than I trust myself.”

Silence filled the kitchen.

Inko reached out and took Ibara’s trembling hands in her own. “Whatever you decide…I’ll stand by it. You’re his precious friend, Ibara. That means something.”

Ibara lowered her gaze.

Her hands stayed in Inko’s for a moment longer before she gently pulled away. The quiet between them wasn’t awkward, just heavy

She turned, walking back toward the living room. All Might, Aizawa, Nezu, Tsukauchi all of them waited in silence. Their eyes followed her, but no one spoke.

“I…want to talk to Izuku first,” she said, voice steady despite the faint tremor beneath it.

Nezu inclined his head. “Of course. Take all the time you need.”

She forced a small smile in thanks, then looked at Izuku.

“Come with me.”

He rose immediately and followed her down the hallway to her room.

Inside, the air felt still. Familiar. The faint scent of lavender soap. Shelves tidy but lived-in. A stack of hymn books by the window, a vine plant curling lazily around the curtain rod.

“Sorry, it’s a mess,” she murmured, though it really wasn’t.

He ducked slightly to fit under the doorway and stood in the middle of the room like he didn’t quite know where to be. His glowing eyes wandered slowly

“It’s been a long time since you’ve seen this place, huh?” she said softly. “It used to be different. I…changed a lot of things.”

Her fingers reached toward the bedside table, picking up a small, old-fashioned All Might alarm clock. The paint around the edge was chipped. It ticked faintly, still working after all these years.

“Do you remember this?” She held it up for him to see.

He looked at it

“You should,” Ibara said. “It was yours. My parents gave it to you when you turned six, remember? You used to say the ringing sounded like a hero alarm…”

Her voice trailed off as she placed it back gently.

Silence lingered, warm and aching.

Then it cracked. “…Why you?” she whispered.

Her hands curled into fists.

“Why is it always you?” Her voice trembled, but it didn’t rise. “You’ve done enough. You’ve suffered enough. Why can’t you just rest? Why can’t the world leave you alone?”

Her breath hitched once, sharp, like it hurt.

“You were kind. You helped everyone. You didn’t ask for anything in return. So why…” she swallowed hard, blinking fiercely…“why did they take everything from you? Why do you have to keep fighting? Why can’t you just…stop?”

“I don’t want you to go back into that,” she whispered. “I don’t want them to use you again. Not the villains. Not the heroes. Not anyone.”

Her breathing steadied, only slightly.

Ibara drew in another breath, then stepped forward.

As soon as she moved closer, Izuku lowered himself without being asked, knees bent, posture folding down so she didn’t have to crane her neck to look at him.

Her hands rose hesitantly before settling against the sides of his head, his scarred skin beneath her palms, faintly trembling with quiet life.

“Do you…understand what they were talking about earlier?” she asked softly. “They want you to fight. They want to use you in their operation.”

He didn’t blink. Didn’t look away. Just stayed there, breathing quietly under her touch.

She swallowed. “Do you know where the Nomu base is?”

A silent nod.

Her lips wobbled into a small, sad smile. “And…the League’s hideout? Where Shigaraki and the others are?”

Another nod.

Her fingers curled faintly against him.

She hesitated then asked the question that mattered most.

“What do you want to do, Izuku?”

No response. Not right away.

The silence stretched between them. He didn’t pull away from her hands, but his gaze shifted before he gently moved back, stood, and walked toward her desk.

Ibara blinked, confused, as he rummaged briefly. Then he turned, pen and small notebook in hand, returning to her and crouching again.

He wrote something slowly and care despite his monstrous appearance. Then he turned the page for her to see.

I’ll do whatever Angel wants.

Her breath caught.

“That’s…not fair,” she whispered, voice cracking.

The notebook slipped from her fingers as she reached forward, both arms wrapping around his head, pulling him into her chest. His forehead rested just below her collarbone. He didn’t move, didn’t resist, just let her hold him.

“You can’t…say things like that,” she murmured painfully into his hair. “If you’ll do whatever I want, then…then I want you to stay. I want you safe. I want you to rest. Haven’t you done enough?”

Her voice cracked against him, the word enough trembling in the air.

Izuku didn’t move. He didn’t try to pull away. His arms remained by his sides

And then,

A memory. Warm, uninvited, painfully sharp.

Laughter. Cruel. Mocking.

Katsuki, smaller, wilder, standing ahead of the pack while the other kids jeered behind him.

“Deku thinks he can be a hero without a quirk?”

Izuku stood trembling, fists balled at his sides, tears already gathering in his eyes but he didn’t back down.

“I-I don’t care,” he stuttered, voice shaking. “I…I want to save people too!”

More laughter. Shoving.

And then a small hand reached for his.

She tugged him away quietly. No arguing. No shouting. Just pulled him out of the circle of jeers and told him, steady and soft, “Don’t listen to them. They’re mean.”

Izuku sniffed, rubbing his eyes with his sleeve. “...Is it dumb to want to be a hero if I don’t have a quirk?”

“No.” She didn’t even think before answering. “You’ll be an amazing hero one day. Better than all of them.”

He blinked up at her, watery smile forming. “Then I’ll do it. I’ll become a hero. I’ll save lots of people, like All Might!”

She giggled. “Then I’ll cheer for you.”

The memory faded.

Her arms were still wrapped around him. But the boy she once held, the one who cried into his sleeves, who tripped over his own words and still swore he’d be a hero….wasn’t there anymore.

The body in her arms was heavier now. Solid in a way that felt wrong for someone who used to bounce with restless energy. Slowly, she loosened her hold and drew back, studying him in the dim amber light filtering through the curtains.

His eyes were still green.

But they didn’t shine anymore.

Gone was the soft wonder that used to spark when he talked about All Might or rescue stories. Gone, too, the nervous laughter that used to follow every failed notebook doodle. What stared back at her now was quiet, cold and dead in a way that made her heart twist.

Tired eyes. Skin like scar tissue and shadow. A face pieced together

And yet…when she looked close enough, she could still see it

That flicker. The small stare of a boy who wishes to stay with her until the end. The one who promised that he’ll protect her always.

It was faint. But it was there.

Her chest ached with something she couldn’t quite name. Guilt, maybe or maybe even hope.

He wanted to be a hero once. And maybe…just maybe this was the only shape that dream could take now.

Still, she thought, maybe she could give him something else too. Not to fix him. Not to make him who he was, but to let him be again. To learn to eat without command. To smile because he wants to. To exist for reasons that aren’t orders or instincts.

She would help him find that. Slowly. Quietly. One piece at a time.

Her hand lingered on his jaw for a moment, thumb tracing the edge where real skin met stitched flesh. He didn’t flinch.

She breathed out, the sound trembling at first, then steady.

And she smiled. “…Okay.”

 

Night had settled over the bar.

Kurogiri stood behind the counter, a clean cloth in one hand, polishing an already spotless glass. The faint hum of the refrigerators, the distant drip from a leaking pipe those were the only sounds keeping him company.

He exhaled, mist swirling faintly from his form.

Failure.

Again.

USJ. Hosu. The training camp.

Every step forward only to be shoved twice as far back.

He set the glass down with quiet precision.

‘USJ should’ve been their breakthrough.’ The League’s debut. Heroes caught off-guard. Students taken hostage. All Might brought to his knees. That was the plan, until he interfered.

The prototype.

The Nomu that was never meant to awaken by itself. All For One’s “gift” to Tomura, unstable, incomplete, but strong. Too strong. It broke free of control, ignored commands, killed the Anti-All Might Nomu like it was nothing…

Then came Hosu.

Shigaraki wanted to stop the Hero Killer and twist the spotlight back onto the League. If Stain’s reputation vanished, surely theirs would rise in its place. And for a brief moment…it almost worked, but Stain was knocked out almost immediately. The three Nomu they sent were wiped out, one by Endeavor, and the other two…by that same “defective” Nomu.

Kurogiri closed his eyes.

Afterward, the world did notice the League. But not in the way Shigaraki wanted. It wasn’t admiration, it was fascination, fear, opportunism. New faces arrived at their door, some drawn by Stain’s ideals, some simply craving chaos.

Shigaraki hated it. Called it fake. Called them parasites.

All For One simply called it…progress.

Let them gather, he said. Let them prove if they’re worth keeping.

And then…the Training Camp.

Kurogiri’s grip on the counter tightened.

It was supposed to be simple. Capture a student. Shake the heroes. Show the world that even UA wasn’t safe. They had inside information. They had a strategy.

But no plan mattered when he showed up.

The prototype.

Again.

This time, he absolutely destroyed them

Mustard. Muscular. Moonfish. Compress. Nearly everyone in the Vanguard Action Squad, slaughtered or maimed. Dabi and the rest barely made it out with their lives…

UA took damage but survived. Their students lived. Their spirit didn’t break. And once again, the League retreated.

Kurogiri let out another slow, quiet breath.

“Hey.”

Footsteps padded lazily out of the hallway.

Tomura Shigaraki emerged, hands buried in his hoodie pocket, hair messy from sleep or rage, hard to tell which. He scratched at his neck irritably. “What’s for dinner?”

Kurogiri blinked softly, in mist. “I haven’t prepared anything yet. Do you have a preference?”

Shigaraki thought for a second, gaze drifting to nothing. “Pizza. I want pizza.”

“I’ll place an order,” Kurogiri replied, nodding. “How are the others?”

Shigaraki groaned through his teeth. “Dabi’s in his room. Keeps muttering about ‘green eyes’ and saying he should’ve stayed home instead of dealing with…” He waved a hand vaguely, “...whatever the hell that was.”

Kurogiri pictured Dabi curled up in a corner, quietly reconsidering every life decision he’s ever made.

Shigaraki didn’t stop.

“Toga’s worse. She hasn’t left her room since we got back.” He scratched his neck harder. “And her walls? Covered.” His hand gestured like it was obvious. “The word ‘monster.’ Over and over again.”

“…Understandable,” Kurogiri murmured.

“And Twice,” Shigaraki continued lifelessly, “is having a meltdown. Says if that green-eyed freak is the standard for heroes now, he’s quitting crime and applying at a construction company.”

Kurogiri remained still. “And yourself?”

Shigaraki threw his head back with a groan. “It’s that damn defective Nomu! Useless piece of–” he trailed off, muttering incoherent complaints as he turned back toward his room.

Silence returned.

Kurogiri stared at the wall for a long moment. Then he walked behind the counter, reached for the bar’s old landline, and dialed the pizza place.

He didn’t even get two numbers in.

BANG

A fist punched straight through the front door.

Wood splintered. Kurogiri jerked, mist swirling in alarm.

There was a pause.

The fist fumbled slightly…then calmly reached for the lock from the inside.

Click.

The hand withdrew.

The door opened.

And standing in the doorway…

Was the Nomu.

Green eyes. Stitched skin. Tall. Silent.

Wearing….a pizza delivery uniform and holding a pizza box.

He stepped in like this was completely normal, walked to the counter, and set the box down gently.

Kurogiri stared at him. The Nomu just titled its head patiently waiting

Kurogiri slowly reached for his wallet.

“…Do you accept credit cards?”

The Nomu blinked.

Before he could answer:

BOOOOOOOM.

The front wall of the bar exploded.

Dust. Rubble. Light flooding the room.

And through the smoke, a familiar, loud voice rang out:

“WE ARE HERE!”

 

The next morning came with the smell of miso soup, clinking chopsticks…and breaking news.

The TV blared across the Shiozaki living room.

“…as of this morning, multiple heroes conducted a large-scale raid on what is believed to be the League of Villains’ hideout, as well as an underground facility used for manufacturing ‘Nomu’, the bio-weaponized creatures seen in several previous incidents.”

Footage rolled on screen crumbling buildings, flashing patrol lights, reporters shouting questions at cuffed suspects.

The newscaster continued, voice a perfect blend of professionalism and pure disbelief.

“Four individuals were apprehended at the scene. The suspect known as ‘Dabi’ was reported saying and I quote, I’m done. I just want to go home, sleep, maybe get a normal nine-to-five.”

Cut to shaky camera footage: Dabi, handcuffed, deadpan staring into the void as he’s dragged into a police van.

The news anchor didn’t skip a beat.

“Another individual, alias ‘Twice,’ expressed relief at being arrested, stating he wouldn’t mind prison if it means steady meals, and if released, would consider applying to a construction company.”

The news then shows a clip: Twice waving cheerfully at the cameras while shouting, “Do you take ex-criminals? I’m great with manual labor!”

The newscaster shuffled her papers.

“Himiko Toga was taken in quietly. Witnesses report she calmly asked several officers if they ‘saw the beautiful monster too.’”

The news then shows an image: Toga in handcuffs, smiling peacefully while police look deeply uncomfortable.

“And lastly, an individual named Kurogiri was captured unconscious at the scene.”

The anchor’s tone dropped slightly.

“However, the apparent leader, Tomura Shigaraki, remains unaccounted for and is believed to have escaped. Heroes and law enforcement, including Japan’s No. 1 hero, All Might are continuing the search.”

“Oh. And all of this information was reportedly made possible due to a leak from a local pizza delivery man, who wishes to remain anonymous.”

The news then shows a blank silhouette of a man with the caption: PIZZA HERO

Ibara’s mother clicked the TV off and exhaled through her nose, half disbelief, half resignation.

“…Amazing,” she muttered. “We live in strange times.”

She turned to the living room.

Izuku sat cross-legged on the floor, massive frame hunched forward, scarred hands held up in front of him. Ibara sat across from him, gently guiding his fingers.

“No, like this,” she said softly, adjusting his hands. “This means Thank you. You’re saying tree.

Izuku blinked, corrected the sign.

“Good,” she smiled.

He signed it again slowly.

“Izuku’s been picking it up quickly,” Ibara’s mother whispered to Inko, watching from the doorway with tea in hand.

Inko smiled, tired but happy. “He always was a fast learner. Give him a week and he’ll probably be teaching us.”

Ibara tapped Izuku’s hand again. “Focus. Try it one more time.”

Izuku looked at her, then slowly and carefully signed:

Thank you.

Ibara smiled.

 

Present Time

The dorm kitchen smelled faintly of miso and ginger. Ibara hummed softly as she stirred the pot, sleeves rolled up, hair tied loosely behind her head. Peace. Quiet. Domestic serenity.

Until of course:

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!”

Setsuna’s voice exploded through the hallway like a grenade.

“Why does Reiko get to be carried like a princess by my ideal eldrithch-boyfriend?!”

Ibara didn’t even look up. “Because Reiko twisted her ankle during training and can’t walk properly.”

Reiko, calm as ever in Izuku's arms bridal style, nodded. “Also…Setsuna does not have pure intentions.”

Setsuna slapped a hand over her heart like she’d just been falsely accused of war crimes. “You wound me!”

Izuku said nothing, only stood there, 6 feet of stitched-up silence, holding Reiko like the world’s most horrifying fantasy prince.

Before Setsuna could continue her meltdown, the front door clicked open.

“I’m home,” came a small voice.

Eri stepped in, backpack slightly askew, cheeks a little pink from the cold.

Itsuka appeared beside her and grinned, sticking a hand out. “Welcome back! Up top.”

Eri hesitated then slapped her palm against Itsuka’s.

Ibara smiled. “At this rate, Itsuka’s going to win ‘favorite aunt’ status.”

“I accept this destiny,” Itsuka declared proudly.

It was domestic. Peaceful.

So, of course, that was when the cupboard door opened.

Literally.

The wooden cupboard above the sink swung open, and Nezu, tiny body, teacup in hand peeked out like a cryptid discovering sunlight.

“Good afternoon, everyone!”

Ibara nearly dropped her ladle.

“Principal Nezu…why are you in our cupboard?”

“No time!” Nezu chirped, climbing out gracefully and landing on the counter. “I have news!”

Everyone froze. 

Nezu clasped his paws behind his back, smiling like this was completely normal. “Due to certain legal processes and the, ah, complexities of custody, Eri officially requires a registered family guardian.”

“Oh,” Ibara said, relaxing slightly. “So, who–”

“You,” Nezu said cheerfully, handing her a stack of documents. “Congratulations, Ibara Shiozaki. You are now legally Eri’s mother.”

“…wha,” she said flatly.

“And,” Nezu added, as if mentioning the weather, “by extension, given cohabitation and emotional dependency, Izuku Midoriya is now legally recognized as her father.”

Izuku blinked.

Reiko blinked.

Setsuna screamed.

Nezu shoved a pen into Ibara’s hand. “Sign here, here, and here. Initial this one. This page makes it official. Oh, and don’t forget the emergency contact, probably Izuku, unless he’s busy punching another Nomu to death.”

Ibara stared at the papers.

“I’m…19.”

“Perfect age for children,” Nezu said, delighted.

“I just–I’m still a student–I don’t even pay taxes yet.”

“All the more reason to start early!” Nezu beamed.

Silence. Ibara’s soul visibly left her body.

“…I have abandoned all illusions of normalcy,” she muttered, signing the paper with dead eyes.

From behind her, Setsuna cupped her hands and yelled toward the heavens:

“SOME OF US ARE STILL SINGLE!”  

Yui didn’t even look up from her tea. “You will remain so if you keep acting like a seductive temptress.”

“I’m not–! I’m expressing deep emotional distress!” Setsuna flailed her arms.

“That is not what it looks like,” Yui replied calmly.

Setsuna stomped her foot, gesturing wildly at Izuku, still terrifying, still silently holding Reiko. “Look at him! Six feet of trauma, stitched muscles, glows in the dark, could bathe in blood, carries girls like it’s natural, tell me that isn’t peak husband material!”

Tetsutetsu peeked around the corner, holding a juice box. “Is Setsuna having an episode again?”

“She has been having one since midterms,” Yui said, unbothered.

Setsuna dramatically pointed at Ibara and Izuku. “SHE–has childhood-friends-to-dark-domestic-husband trope! He came back from the dead! Covered in stitches! Worships her! And what does she do?! Nothing!

Reiko, still calm despite being in a fireman's carry, quietly added, “She also became a mom before her first kiss.”

Eri, sitting on the couch drawing, waved. “Hi.”

“And now,” Setsuna continued, voice rising like a preacher at a revival, “they have a kid. An actual kid. Without even holding hands properly! No confession, no kiss, no romantic tension resolution! They SKIPPED. LIKE. TWENTY STEPS!”

Monoma sighed theatrically from behind a manga. “Honestly, the very least Izuku could do is propose marriage first.”

Silence.

Izuku blinked once.

Then he gently set Reiko down beside Monoma, turned to Ibara…and signed, perfectly serious:

Do you want to marry me?

Ibara’s entire soul left her body.

Her face went red from the neck up. “D-don’t just say things like that so casually!”

Izuku blinked again. Said nothing. Did nothing. Just stared.

Setsuna burst into tears. “WHY DO THEY GET PLOT DEVELOPMENT AND I DON’T?!”

Tetsutetsu awkwardly patted her shoulder. “There, there.”

Yui sipped her tea. “This is still your fault.”

Chaos buzzed in the air like static. And behind his eyes, Izuku’s system flickered to life.

[Designation]: Izuku Midoriya

[Primary Objective]: Protect Angel – Still Active

[Secondary Objective]: Protect Child - Eri - Priority: Second to Angel

[Secondary Status]: Now officially a Father

[New Query Detected]: “Marriage?”

Notes:

And that's a wrap.

I do hope that I didn't ruin the story by making an Origins or a prequel on how it happened. I do understand that some stories or characters kind of shine when the mystery remains a mystery. This is also somewhat a first for me to write....tension or scenes that needs to be heavy so you guys might have noticed that some lines/paragrahps are longer or I keep repeating a few things.

Well with that I hope you guys enjoyed that one. See you in the next one

Chapter 65: The Bitch and the Nerd Part 5

Summary:

Izuku’s first real day at U.A. somehow turns into a whirlwind of chaos, accidental popularity, relationship confusion, and one extremely smug girlfriend. By the time he gets home, he’s asking his mom questions that make her cry for entirely dramatic reasons.

Notes:

And here we are with Part 5 of Nejire x Izuku. I took my sweet time with this because with Izuku having better control but still that kind of a...rookie in using it. I didn't want him to be overpowered and I had to rewatch some episodes to get a proper format and flow of the story. I hope you enjoy reading

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Izuku’s back hit the bed with a muffled thud, a choked yelp escaping his throat. His pulse was sprinting, face burning red all the way to his ears.

“W–Wait! Nejire  c-can you just–hold on a second!”

He didn’t even remember how it started. One moment, they were studying or at least, trying to and the next…she was close enough that he could smell her shampoo. His brain had fully vacated the premises.

Nejire only tilted her head, lips curling into that small, knowing smile that always made his heart try to climb out of his chest.

“Too fast?” she teased, voice low and velvet-soft. Her fingers made quick work of her tie, sliding it loose before letting it fall to the floor. The crisp gray  jacket followed, tumbling beside the bed. “You say that like you don’t want me.”

“I-It’s not that!” Izuku sputtered, hands flailing uselessly in front of him as if they could stop whatever god-tier level of temptation was unfolding before him. “I mean–you’re great! You’re amazing! You’re just–this is–!”

She laughed. A light, amused sound that only made it worse.

“So, you do want me,” she murmured, leaning in closer. “I just want you all to myself. Is that too selfish?”

Before his scrambled neurons could form a response, Nejire swung a leg over him and sat neatly in his lap, her weight pressing him into the mattress. Izuku made a noise that was somewhere between a squeak and a prayer.

“N-Nejire!”

She placed both palms flat on his chest, pinning him like he was the one who’d started this. Her eyes softened just slightly, lashes lowering as she studied his face. “But I love you,” she said simply. “Don’t you love me too?”

His mouth opened. Nothing came out. His brain had become a static-filled radio.

“I-I do!” he blurted, then immediately panicked at his own honesty. “I mean-I do, b-but not like this! I just-maybe we could, uh, talk first, or, y’know, g-go get ice cream-”

Nejire only smiled, tilting her head, her hair brushing his cheek as she leaned down, so close he could feel her breath ghost against his lips.

Every thought in his head shut off.

He could see every detail, her blue eyes half-lidded, the tiny curve of her smile, the warmth of her body pressed flush against his. His heart hammered against her palm like it was trying to confess for him.

Then:

“I AM HERE!”

The blaring All Might alarm clock screamed from the desk.

Izuku shot up with a strangled gasp, eyes wide, hair sticking up in wild, panicked curls. His sheets were a tangled mess, his heart still racing like it had run a marathon.

The only thing louder than the alarm was his own mortified groan as he buried his face in his hands.

He stayed there for a solid minute, groaning into his palms like maybe the universe would rewind and give him back his dignity. 

…No such luck. 

His heart was still doing that traitorous thing where it tried to punch through his ribs.

It had only been a few days since Nejire, completely calm and terrifyingly straightforward, had told him she loved him. No lead-up. No hesitation. Just a verbal nuke lobbed directly at his soul.

And he hadn’t recovered since.

Every time he saw her, he’d short-circuit. His brain would go white noise, his face would combust, and words, actual, functioning words would abandon him entirely. The worst part? She didn’t even try to tease him about it. She just…existed and that alone was enough to send him spiraling.

They were still training together, still hanging out like nothing had changed, but everything had changed. At least for him.

He’d tried, honestly. He’d tried so hard to act normal. But the second she leaned in to fix his form, or tugged him closer to demonstrate a move, or god forbid smile, he’d be one more heartbeat away from exploding into confetti.

So yeah, he was malfunctioning. Badly.

“Okay, okay, calm down, it’s fine, she just said she loves you, that doesn’t mean–well it does mean that, but maybe she meant it platonically? No, no, no one says ‘I love you’ like that and means it platonically, what am I supposed to say back? I mean I haven’t said it yet, does that make me a bad person? I don’t even know if I…if I feel the same…wait, do I?!”

He ran a hand through his messy hair, eyes darting around the room like the walls might answer.

“Okay, okay, think, Izuku. You like being around her. That’s…obvious. You don’t mind when she drags you everywhere. You actually like it. And she’s…she’s beautiful. Terrifyingly beautiful. Like, if angels were mad at you. But still beautiful. You’re not scared of her in the bad way, just in the ‘I fear for my life but also don’t want to leave’ kind of way. She cares about you. You know that. And you care about her. So maybe you do like her? Or maybe…”

He froze mid–mutter.

“Wait. So… do I love her?”

Silence.

“…Well, do you?”

“I don’t know, it’s not that I don’t have positive feelings about her or an attraction. She is quite beautiful but I’m also comfortable around her and I really like being around her…would that even constitute as love? I should say something to her”

“Yeah you should”

“Yeah I s–” He blinked. That… wasn’t his voice.

Slowly, he turned toward the sound.

Nejire was sitting on his bed. Her expression neutral but her eyes bright with amusement for god-knows-how-long she’s been sitting there.

She raised a hand in casual greeting. “Yo.”

Izuku screeched. Like an actual startled bird. He nearly launched himself to the ceiling, only for Nejire to catch his wrist mid-flight and yank him right back down.

He landed face-first on the mattress, arms flopping uselessly, body vibrating with pure panic. His face was on fire. He could feel every nerve in his skin blaring red alert.

“H-H-How long have you been there?!” he mumbled into the sheets, voice muffled but somehow still desperate.

Nejire, just shrugged. “Long enough to hear the part where you said I’m ‘terrifyingly beautiful.’”

Izuku froze.

She smirked. “Honestly, I was going to say something sooner, but you were on a roll. It was like listening to a one-man radio drama about your emotional crisis.”

He groaned, burying his face even deeper in the bed as if the fabric could swallow him whole.

“Oh come on, don’t stop now,” she teased, leaning down to poke the top of his head. “I wanna hear more about what you think of me. Go on, nerd, the floor’s yours.”

His response was a strangled, muffled scream into the pillow. The sound came out like an incoherent dolphin noise, and Nejire actually laughed that made her shoulders shake.

She waited until the noise died down, then gently nudged the side of his head with her knuckles. “Hey. Look at me.”

His face was scarlet, hair sticking up in every direction, and his lips still trembled like he might combust on the spot. He couldn’t even make eye contact for more than a second before looking away again, mumbling something about “how embarrassing” and “why is my life like this.”

Nejire just smiled, leaning in close enough for her shadow to fall across his face. Then - flick.

“Ow!” Izuku yelped, clutching his forehead as she leaned back, smug.

“Stop overthinking, dumbass.”

He groaned again, sitting up this time, trying to salvage whatever dignity was left. “W-Why are you even here?”

Nejire pointed lazily toward the blaring All Might alarm clock still flashing in the corner. “Because it’s almost time for our hangout, like we planned, remember? I came early just in case you slept in due to the training we did yesterday. Your mom let me in”

“Oh my god…” His palms slapped over his face. “I can’t believe I…you…heard that!

Nejire tilted her head, expression calm but eyes glinting with amusement. “Well?”

He peeked between his fingers, confused. “Well what?”

She leaned in, that same tiny, knowing smile curling on her lips. “Well…do you love me, Izuku?”

And there it was. The verbal equivalent of a heart attack.

Izuku’s brain short-circuited so hard he could practically hear the static. His face flared red…again. He was certain this was a new personal record for the number of blushes achieved within a single hour.

“I–I–It’s not that I don’t-!” he stammered, hands flailing like they might swat the words away before they betrayed him further. “I just–why would someone like you even-? I mean, you’re you, and I’m just-!”

“Hey.”

A gentle tap landed on the crown of his head. Her tone softened, calm and even, the kind of tone she only used when she needed him to breathe.

“Slow down” she said simply.

Izuku swallowed hard, then nodded, forcing himself to inhale and exhale like a human being again. It took him a moment, but when he finally spoke, his voice was quieter, steadier…still trembling, but honest.

“It’s not like I don’t…have feelings for you,” he admitted, fingers fidgeting with the edge of his blanket. “It’s just…too fast? I think I could say it back, but right now, it’d just feel like…words. Not real. I don’t want to say something I haven’t figured out yet.”

He glanced down, guilt pulling at his expression. “That’s not… that’s not a good thing to say to someone who already said she loves you, huh…”

Nejire hummed softly in response, then reached out to tilt his chin up with two fingers until his eyes met hers.

“Not really,” she said. “But I don’t mind.”

Izuku blinked. “You…you don’t?”

She shook her head, that faint smile never leaving her face. “Nope. I wasn’t expecting you to say it back anyway.”

He blinked again, brain lagging like a computer trying to process a corrupted file. “W–Wait, you weren’t?!

Nejire shrugged, casual as ever. “Of course not. It’s not like I said it expecting an ‘I love you too.’ I didn’t even know if you liked me back. I just said what I felt. It’s…simple.”

She leaned back, stretching her arms behind her, tone light but eyes still watching him. “Not like it changes anything. I’d still drag you out of bed, still train you, still make sure you eat your vegetables.”

Izuku stared at her, dumbfounded. “You’d still–?”

“Obviously.” She smirked, resting her chin in her hand. “Though, I have noticed you avoiding me every now and then.”

Izuku flinched like she’d just thrown a punch straight at his conscience. “I–I wasn’t avoiding you!” he blurted, already looking away. “It’s just...your words! They caught me off guard, that’s all!”

His hands started moving, gesturing wildly as his brain tripped over itself. “You can’t just-just say stuff like that so easily! My brain’s been replaying it for days, Nejire! It’s like you dropped a time bomb in my head!”

Nejire just watched him with that relaxed, mildly amused expression, like a cat watching a particularly clumsy bird panic itself into exhaustion.

Eventually, Izuku ran out of steam. His shoulders slumped, and he looked down, thumbs fidgeting against each other. His voice came out quieter this time.

“I just… couldn’t understand why a girl like you would like someone like me,” he admitted. “I’ve been trying to make sense of it. I mean, it made me happy, really happy, but it also confused me.”

He glanced off to the side, a faint blush creeping across his cheeks. “I’ve been trying to… sort my feelings too.”

Nejire’s eyes softened. She leaned her cheek into her hand, tone light but curious. “And what did you come up with, Mr. Analyst?”

Izuku blinked, then looked up to meet her gaze. His voice wavered a little, but he pushed through it.

“I… do have feelings for you,” he said, honest and awkward all at once. “I just don’t know why.”

Silence filled the room for a beat. Izuku’s brain immediately went into panic mode. ‘Oh no. Wrong answer. That was the wrong way to say that. She’s going to think I-’

“I’ll take it” Nejire said simply.

Izuku froze. “…Huh?”

When he looked up, she was smiling, not teasingly this time, but with that small, steady warmth she rarely showed anyone.

“I’ll take it,” she repeated. “You’re still figuring things out, right? Then take your time. I did. Took me long enough to understand mine.”

Her voice stayed gentle, but her finger jabbed lightly against his shoulder. “But here’s the deal: no more running. Whether we end up together or not, we stay the same. Got it?”

Izuku blinked at her, the tension in his shoulders easing just a little. “The same?”

She nodded. “I didn’t like you because I thought you’d make a good boyfriend or anything like that.” Her tone carried a quiet certainty that left no room for doubt. “I like you because…well, you’re you. And that’s enough for me.”

Izuku blinked, those words sinking in slow and deep, like sunlight warming through his chest. He didn’t quite know how to respond at first, just sat there, staring at her with that bashful, soft smile that only ever came out when he was caught off guard in the best way.

“…Thank you,” he murmured, almost shyly.

Then, a second later, his brain decided to process one specific part of what she’d said.

‘Didn’t like you because you’d make a good boyfriend.’

Boyfriend.

That word lingered in his head, echoing, twisting, and suddenly, unexpectedly it didn’t sound half bad. In fact… he kind of liked it.

A very dangerous voice cut through his thoughts. “Oh?”

Izuku stiffened.

Nejire tilted her head slightly, the corner of her mouth curving up like a cat catching sight of an unattended glass of water. “You said that out loud.”

He froze completely. “I… I did?”

“Oh, you absolutely did,” she confirmed, clearly delighted. “So…” She leaned forward slightly, eyes sparkling with mischief. “You want to be my boyfriend, huh?”

Her tone was smooth, teasing, and entirely too effective. Izuku’s whole body tensed as if he’d been hit by an invisible quirk. His mouth opened, but only a series of panicked noises came out, before he finally managed to nod, small and nervous.

Nejire hummed in amusement, clearly savoring his reaction. “Hmm. Cute answer,” she mused, tapping her chin. “But I think I’d like to hear it properly.”

“H–Hear what?” he asked weakly.

Her grin widened. “You heard me. Ask me to be your girlfriend, Izuku Midoriya.”

Izuku blinked so fast it was a miracle his eyes didn’t dry out. “Eh…..EHH?!”

“Come on,” she said, completely unbothered. “You can do it.”

“Y-You mean….right now?!”

“Obviously right now.” She sat back a little, folding her arms, expression patient but with that unmistakable spark that meant she was enjoying this immensely.

Izuku’s brain, meanwhile, had officially entered a critical meltdown. He could feel the heat crawling up his neck, his entire face glowing red enough to power a small city. His palms were sweaty, his pulse hammering in his ears. He’d faced life-threatening training sessions, but this? This was worse.

She was still waiting. Calm. Expectant.

Izuku swallowed hard. His throat felt like sandpaper.

Then, with every ounce of courage left in his soul, he managed to get the words out stumbling, shaky, but heartfelt.

“N-Nejire…wi–will…you be my…girlfriend?”

 

Minutes later, Nejire stepped out of Izuku’s room, closing the door quietly behind her. She looked perfectly composed as if she hadn’t just watched the poor boy melt into a blushing, stuttering puddle mere minutes ago.

Inko, who was arranging plates at the kitchen table, looked up with a warm smile. “Oh! Good morning, Nejire dear. How was everything?”

“Everything’s fine,” Nejire replied smoothly, brushing a strand of blue hair behind her ear. “Izuku just woke up and’s getting dressed. I’m heading out for a bit to grab something from the store. Did you need anything while I’m out?”

Inko waved a hand dismissively, her usual motherly smile never faltering. “Oh no, that’s sweet of you, but I’m fine. Just be careful, alright?”

“Of course,” Nejire said, offering a polite nod before slipping on her shoes. She gave a quick little wave before stepping outside, the door clicking shut behind her.

Inko hummed quietly to herself as she turned back toward the kitchen. Such a lovely girl, that Nejire. Responsible, polite, and patient, so patient, especially with how shy her son could be sometimes.

After a moment, she decided she’d better remind Izuku not to take too long getting ready. It wasn’t right to leave a lady waiting, after all.

She walked down the short hall, rapped her knuckles gently against his door, and called out, “Izuku, sweetheart? Don’t take too long, Nejire’s waiting”

No answer.

Inko frowned slightly. Maybe he’d dozed off again. She sighed and turned the knob, stepping inside with the kind of caution reserved for mothers who’d had to wake their teenage sons up one too many times.

What she wasn’t expecting to see…was her son huddled in a ball under his blanket, mumbling furiously to himself.

“I have a girlfriend… she said yes… she’s so beautiful… oh no oh no oh no I have a girlfriend”

Inko blinked once. Twice.

Her brain processed the words slowly, like a computer booting up after years in storage.

He. Has. A. What.

“YOU HAVE A WHAT?!

The shout echoed through the apartment, rattling the framed All Might photo on the wall.

Meanwhile,

At a small convenience store down the street, Nejire stood in front of the refrigerated drinks section, her eyes fixed on a can of energy drink like it contained the secrets of the universe.

For a long moment, she didn’t move. Just stared.

Then, she exhaled a small laugh. A quiet, airy sound that surprised even her. It wasn’t the usual hum of amusement or exasperation she gave Izuku. It was something softer…lighter.

She was smiling.

“Boyfriend and girlfriend, huh?” she murmured under her breath, picking up the can and shaking her head with a little giggle.

 

Days passed in an almost dreamlike rhythm, training, laughter, a few questionable bruises from “sparring,” and a steadily growing number of moments that left Izuku red as a tomato.

Nejire, of course, dubbed these moments her “girlfriend privileges.” Whether it was stealing bites from his lunch, resting her chin on his shoulder on random moments, or poking at his cheeks just to see how red she could make him. And Izuku, for all his flustered protests, didn’t seem to mind one bit.

It was safe to say she was having fun.

Then, before they knew it, the big day arrived.

The first day.

Izuku was practically buzzing with energy, sprinting around the house as Inko tried desperately to keep up with her maternal checklist.

“Do you have your lunch? Your notebook? Extra pencils?”

“Yes, Mom!”

“Napkin?”

“Yes!”

“Backup napkin?”

“Yes, Mom!”

“Backup backup napkin?”

“Mooom-!”

Izuku threw his hands up, already halfway into his shoes. “I’m gonna be late!”

“Hold on!”

Izuku turned to his mother about to complain but her soft expression made him pause. Inko smiled softly, watching him scramble for the door. “You look really cool, sweetie.”

“…Thanks, Mom.”

He opened the door and promptly jumped two feet back.

Standing right outside, arms crossed and expression unreadable as ever, was Nejire.

“Morning,” she greeted, voice calm as her eyes flicked from him to Inko. “Hi, Mrs. Midoriya.”

Inko blinked. “Oh! Nejire, dear! You’re up early.”

Nejire nodded. “I’m walking him to school. He might trip or get lost on the way.”

“I-I wasn’t gonna get lost!” Izuku stammered, his voice pitching high. “I mean, I know where it is!”

“Oh?” Nejire tilted her head, lips quirking just slightly. “So, you don’t want to walk with your girlfriend?”

Izuku’s brain promptly blue-screened. “Wha-no! I mean yes! I mean I don’t mind! I’d–uh–-love to!”

Satisfied, Nejire simply reached out, took his hand with the same ease one might grab a grocery bag, and turned to Inko. “We’ll be off then.”

Inko, utterly delighted, waved after them like she was sending off newlyweds. “Have fun, you two!”

As they walked, Izuku’s nerves slowly gave way to pure, unfiltered excitement. He was talking faster than his brain could keep up, about the school’s reputation, its history, the acceptance rate, the pro heroes who graduated from there.

Nejire just walked beside him, quiet but smiling, occasionally humming in acknowledgment. Watching him like this, so alive, so eager was infectious. His enthusiasm had this strange gravity to it, pulling her along effortlessly.

By the time they reached the massive gates of UA, Izuku was full-on gawking. His mouth hung slightly open, eyes shining with wonder like a kid seeing his favorite hero up close for the first time.

Perfect picture moment.

Nejire silently lifted her phone, click. Got it.

When he finally tore his gaze from the gates, she nudged him with her elbow. “You’re gonna be late on your first day if you keep staring.”

Izuku blinked rapidly. “Oh! Right!”

“What class are you in again?” she asked, watching him scramble with his bag.

Izuku fumbled with his bag until he finally tugged out the folded paper. “Uh–here! It says…Class 1A.”

Nejire leaned over his shoulder. Blinked once. Blinked twice.

“…1A?”

Izuku stiffened. “I-Is that bad?”

Nejire didn’t answer right away, mostly because her brain was running diagnostics. 1A, the flagship class. The class with the highest expectations. The one usually packed with problem children and prodigies.

Finally, she exhaled. “Not bad. Just…surprising.”

Izuku wilted. “S-Surprising?”

“Well, based on what you told me about your performance during the exam…” she said, tapping her chin. “I thought you’d end up in Class B.”

Izuku looked like he’d just been stabbed in the heart.

“But,” she continued calmly, “if they put you in A, then you must have impressed them.”

“Oh…” Izuku said, shoulders relaxing a little. “That’s…good? I think?”

Nejire shrugged. “Good enough.”

They kept walking through the hallway, passing bright-eyed students and a few who already looked like they regretted coming. When they finally neared the 1A classroom door, she asked casually,

“Who’s your homeroom teacher?”

Izuku glanced at the paper again. “Uh…Shota Aizawa?”

Nejire stopped walking so abruptly Izuku almost kept going without her.

She turned slowly, looked right at him…and grinned.

A grin that absolutely did not soothe his nerves.

“Nejire? A-Are you okay?”

She waved a hand dismissively. “Everything’s fine.”

Which meant everything was definitely not fine.

“This is just the first day,” she added. “Orientation, introductions, all that boring stuff. I’ll pick you up after school so you can get used to the place on your own first.”

Izuku nodded, gripping his straps. “O-Okay.”

They stopped in front of the massive sliding door, way too big for a normal human being.

Izuku stared up at it in awe. “Why is it so huge…? Is it for people with giant-form quirks?”

“Probably,” Nejire hummed. She took a step back. “Well. Good luck.”

She turned to leave, but as soon as she was out of Izuku’s line of sight, her expression shifted to a thoughtful frown.

‘Aizawa, huh?’

Aizawa wasn’t the type to go easy on new students. If anything, he’d be harsher on the ones who looked unprepared.

Her grin returned, soft and fierce at the same time.

But Izuku? 

She wasn’t worried at all.

 

Izuku stood frozen in front of the door, gripping his bag like it was a life raft.

This was it. UA.

His chest swelled as he took a long breath through his nose. He could practically taste the future here, crisp and new and terrifying in the best way.

But then two mental images assaulted him: A blue-haired boy karate-chopping the air near him during the entrance exam and Bakugo, with that “I’m going to explode something and I hope it’s you” face he always had.

Izuku visibly shuddered. He really hoped they weren’t here.

He slid the classroom door open.

And instantly regretted everything.

“REMOVE YOUR FEET FROM THE DESK THIS INSTANT!” A voice exploded through the room like a siren.

Izuku flinched so hard his bag nearly slipped off his shoulder.

There in full, dramatic, animated fury was the blue-haired teen from the exam, chopping at the air like he was slicing invisible crime in half. “It is incredibly disrespectful to the craftsmen who built it! And to the students who came before us!”

Bakugo sat in front of him, feet still on the desk, clearly not caring “You got a problem, RoboCop?”

“Robo–No, I am Tenya Iida!”

Izuku deflated like a balloon losing hope. So much for not being in the same class.

Before he could even take one step inside, the blue-haired boy snapped toward him with the precision of a security system

“You!”

Izuku yelped.

The boy marched toward him “Good morning! I am Tenya I–”

Izuku raised a weak hand. “Y-Yes, I heard you” 

Before the two of them could talk more a gasp popped beside him.

“It’s you!!”

Izuku turned, startled, Only to see her. The brunette from the entrance exam. ‘It’s the nice person’

“That curly hair!” she said, beaming. “I’m so glad you got in! Of course you did, your punch was amazing!” 

Izuku’s brain couldn’t decide whether to combust, melt, or flee.

A girl. 

Smiling.

At him.

Talking.

Directly.

His face flushed pink, then red, then possibly a heroic shade of crimson.

“I–I’m glad you got in too!” he squeaked, way too loud.

She giggled.

He died internally.

But before anything else could happen

“If you’re here to make friends,” a monotone voice droned behind them, “leave.”

All three turned toward the source

On the floor lay what could only be described as a very tired-looking yellow caterpillar. With a human face.

Izuku blinked.

“…Eh?”

 

Ten minutes later…

“QUIRK ASSESSMENT TEST?!” Every single student shouted in unison, voices echoing across the training field as they stood in identical navy and white PE uniforms.

Izuku swallowed hard. He should be fine, he trained One For All with Nejire for the past two weeks, his control has gotten better. He can safely call upon the power in one of his limbs for a 3 percent move. He can do this.

Uraraka clutched her sleeves, looking as baffled as he felt. “Um…Aizawa-sensei?” she called nervously. “What about the entrance ceremony? And the orientation?”

Aizawa didn’t even blink his voice monotone as ever. “If you want to waste your time standing around for procedures that don’t matter, then you should’ve gone to a different school.”

Aizawa continued, eyes sweeping over them like a tired hawk who regretted being awake. “This is a hero course. Traditions and school festivals won’t save you out there. What you need is efficiency.”

He then raised a phone “During your high school days you did physical fitness test where all of you aren’t allowed to use your quirks”

He lowered his head lightly as he glared. “That’s not rational.”

Izuku almost nodded instinctively. True, true if quirks were your main means of survival then letting them blossom early on would be more efficient. Not using your quirk just means you’re letting your skills and talents go to waste.

Aizawa dug into his scarf and pulled out a softball, turning toward the blond menace himself.

“Bakugo,” he said, tossing him the ball lazily. “Come here. Since you got the highest score on the practical, you’ll be throwing first.”

Bakugo’s grin widened as he stepped forward, cracking his neck like he’d been waiting his whole life for this exact moment.

Aizawa barely looked up, expression unchanged, eyelids drooping in permanent disappointment mode.

Bakugo planted his feet, stretched his arm back, and:

“DIIIEEEEE!”

‘Die?’

He hurled the ball with enough force to make the air itself flinch. A massive boom followed, a flare of sparks bursting from his palm as the ball shot skyward like it had been launched from a cannon.

Izuku actually felt the shockwave vibrate through his chest.

Someone behind him squeaked.

Someone else muttered “...holy crap”.

Aizawa lifted the device in his hand: 705.2 meters. “Knowing your maximum output gives you a baseline to grow from,” he stated flatly. “Understand your limits, and you can exceed them.”

That was all it took for the rest of the class to light up with excitement

“Whoa, this is gonna be awesome!”

“Quirk training from day one?!”

“This is definitely more fun than middle school PE!”

Aizawa’s eye twitched just slightly. The kind of twitch that meant someone’s about to lose privileges.

“Fun?” he echoed, voice dropping into a tone usually reserved for doomed souls and late homework.

Instant silence.

Aizawa wrapped his scarf tighter around his shoulders, gaze sharpening into something feral. “You think you’re here for fun?”

A cold breeze swept across the field.

“You have three years,” he continued, voice low, “to become heroes. Three. Years.” He stepped forward, shadows clinging to him like he’d been summoned from a horror movie.

“And you expect fun and games?”

Uraraka whimpered. Iida stiffened so hard he might’ve sprained something. Izuku felt a sweat drop run down his spine.

“…Very well.”

Aizawa’s lips curled into a tired, faintly sadistic grin.  “Last place gets expelled.”

Half the class choked. Someone screamed “EH?!” so loud pigeons flew off the roof.

Izuku flinched so hard his knee buckled.

Expelled…on the first day?!

Is that… Is that why Nejire reacted the way she did earlier? That smile she gave him…that grin the moment she heard Aizawa’s name…

Wait.

Wait.

She wasn’t worried, not even a little.

Izuku clenched his fists, brows drawing together.

No.

If she thought he’d fail, she would’ve warned him, gave him tips…if she didn’t warn him…

That meant she believed in him. Fully.

She must have had Aizawa as a homeroom teacher as well when she was in her first year or at least heard of him.

Izuku inhaled sharply, chest tightening with determination.

Right, there was only one thing to do.

‘Meet her expectations Izuku Midoriya!’

Soon the test began in earnest. Aizawa barked orders, students shuffled through stations, and one by one, quirks lit up the field. Some results were impressive. Others were…respectable. A few were “at least they tried.”

Izuku watched it all with laser focus, heart pounding louder with each name called.

And then it was time. Bakugo was already grinning like someone had handed him a license to commit arson. Sparks crackled off his palms, the sound sharp and hungry.

Izuku inhaled deeply.

‘Concentrate.’

He didn’t have full control of One For All yet, not enough to switch it on and off mid-sprint without blowing a limb clean off. Running with unstable bursts would trip him up.

So instead…

He wouldn’t run.

His fingers twitched, feeling the crackle of dormant power under his skin as he focused them on his legs. Maybe 5% would do it…no, Nejire’s voice snapped into his head with the clarity of a slap.

‘Don’t be stupid. Do what you can for now.’

Right.

Three percent. Just three.  Enough to push him without breaking him.

Aizawa raised his hand. “Go.”

Bakugo roared, explosion flaring bright—When suddenly something shot past him.

A blur. A gust. A flash of green and motion, Bakugo’s eyes stretched wide in complete disbelief.

Izuku was already meters ahead, body propelled forward like he’d been fired from a compressed spring. Wind whipped his hair back, his heart hammering with adrenaline and triumph.

‘It worked! It actually-’

And then he met the ground. Face-first spectacularly. ‘Still suck at landing!’

He skidded several feet, but he popped right back up, spitting soil and sprinting full-speed, legs pumping, arms flailing only slightly.

“You DAMN NERD!” Bakugo snapped out of his daze, detonating the ground beneath him and blasting forward.

He shot past Izuku with a furious explosion, crossing the line with 4.13 seconds.

Izuku stumbled in right after, breathless and dirty but grinning like a maniac.

4.42 seconds.

Izuku staggered to a halt, hands on his knees, chest heaving but the grin on his face refused to budge. 

He did it. He really, actually did it.

Aizawa’s eyes narrowed just slightly, the only sign that he was paying attention at all. The man looked like he’d rather be asleep inside his sleeping bag again, but he was definitely analyzing something.

‘Strange,’ he thought as he watched Izuku straighten up. That leap while nowhere near the superhuman burst the boy displayed at the exam, was still undeniably powerful. 

Aizawa’s gaze followed the rhythm of Izuku’s breathing down to his legs. Not fractured. Not even trembling from strain.

So what happened during the entrance exam?

Midoriya looked like he was about to pass out the entire time. He hadn’t destroyed a single bot. Not even the flimsy one-pointers.

Yet here he was casually pulling off a controlled burst of power that should have, at minimum, bruised bone if he were truly inexperienced.

‘Was he holding back? Panicking? Did something trigger him?’

His train of thought was cut off by a familiar, explosive bellow.

“DEKU!”

Bakugo stormed toward him like someone had thrown gasoline on a fire and whispered “do it.” His palms cracked violently, sparks bursting in angry pops as he lunged forward

Only to freeze.

A chill crept down his spine.

If I ever see him with a bruise, a burn, or even the tiniest scratch…

Bakugo skidded hard, digging his heels into the dirt until he ground to a stop several feet away, teeth grit so tightly a muscle in his jaw twitched.

Izuku blinked.  “…Kacchan?”

“What. The. HELL. Was THAT?!” he roared, voice cracking with enough outrage to register on the Richter scale.

He jabbed a finger toward Izuku like it had personally betrayed him.

“There’s no way! NO WAY IN HELL that was real! You-YOU got past me?! ME?! What kind of –”

He didn’t get to finish.

Because suddenly-FWIP-something gray and deceptively soft-looking snapped around his torso, arms, and legs in one clean, practiced motion. Bakugo barely got out a strangled “what the—?!” before he was trussed up like an angry, explosive caterpillar.

He tried to ignite both palms out of pure muscle memory, obviously, but nothing happened.

Aizawa stood several feet away, hair floating with that eerie ghostlike aura, red eyes glowing.

“That’s enough,” he said flatly. “Stop the useless chatter and get in line. We still have more tests to run.”

Bakugo seethed, but with his quirk erased and his arms pinned, all he could do was glare with enough intensity to peel paint off walls. 

Izuku let out a tiny squeak in sympathy and shuffled quickly back to the group, shoulders stiff, smile wobbly. The rest of the class avoided making eye contact with Bakugo like he might explode out of sheer willpower alone.

Aizawa retracted the capture cloth with a flick, and Bakugo stomped back into place, vibrating with fury.

Just like that, the assessments continued.

Grip Strength Test. Izuku took a breath, squeezed as hard as he dared with 3% and the machine blinked a proud 150 kg.

Standing Long Jump. He crouched, channeled a burst into his legs, and launched sailing clean past the sand pit in a neat arc.

Repeated Side Steps. He didn’t dare use One For All here. The strain would be too much so he just went quirkless.

Ball Throw. Izuku rolled the ball between his palms, nerves buzzing. Behind him, a few classmates whispered guesses. Bakugo growled low in his throat.

He planted his feet. Focused a small controlled pulse into his arm, the ball shot forward with a small boom, slicing through the sky in a clean, whistling arc.

Aizawa’s device chimed.

300.0 m

Izuku blinked then grinned wide with happiness.

Somewhere off to the side, Bakugo was going through the five stages of grief at mach speed.

“That damn nerd…” he muttered through clenched teeth. His eye twitched. “Quirks show up at four…so what the hell….what the hell is this shit? Was he lying this whole time? Did he make a fool out of me?!”

He looked two seconds away from combusting out of sheer logic breakdown.

But lurking just barely out of sight, because of course he was, stood All Might in full muscle form, peeking around a corner like a shy highschool girl.

All Might’s eyes were practically shimmering.

;Young man… you grew, didn’t you? ;That small burst of control. That careful restraint. That tiny but real leap forward.

‘THAT LEVEL OF PROGRESS’ his chest puffed up ‘MAKES ME SO PROUD!!!’

He nodded, satisfied. He didn’t need to worry for Young Midoriya after all, with that he immediately marched back into the school before he panicked again.

Meanwhile, the exam continued until Aizawa finally gathered everyone. When Aizawa finally finished recording everything, he projected the rankings onto the screen with the deadpan disinterest of a man who had seen far too much nonsense for one morning.

Izuku scanned the names, heart thudding. ‘Top ten…? Maybe? Top fifteen at best–’

Then his eyes stopped.

…6

6

He blinked. His mouth fell open. “…I’m… sixth?” he whispered, voice cracking like it was going through puberty again.

Small tears welled up at the edges of his eyes.

“YES!” he cheered, fists pumping, jumping in place

“Midoriya.”

The deadpan tone was a bucket of ice water. Aizawa didn’t even look up from his tablet.  “Stop shouting.”

“Yes sir sorry sir!” Izuku squeaked, standing at attention like he was about to be drafted into war. But the goofy, glowing smile refused to leave his face.

Then a wail echoed beside him.

Izuku looked down.

At the smallest member of their class. Mineta if he remembers correctly.

Mineta was kneeling dramatically, tears shooting like jets from both eyes. “I-I’M IN LAST PLACE!”

For a moment, guilt pricked Izuku’s chest remembering the condition that Aizawa gave at the start.

But as soon as it rose Mineta continued shouting at the sky “I DIDN’T EVEN-EVEN TOUCH A SINGLE BOOB OR ASS YET THAT’S WHY I’M HERE!”

The class slowly backed away like he was contagious.

Izuku’s smile twitched. Any shred of sympathy he had mustered evaporated “…oh” he murmured flatly. “Never mind.”

Before anyone could recover from Mineta’s tragedy opera, Aizawa spoke again “By the way,” he said, hands deep in his pockets, “I lied.”

Aizawa’s lips curled into the most subtle, gremlin-like smile imaginable as if he were savoring the psychic scream of the young adults all at once.

“It was a rational deception,” he continued, voice smooth and infuriatingly calm, “to push you all to perform at your maximum.”

The world broke for a moment.

Iida gasped so hard his glasses fractured.

Kaminari yelled something about his spirit leaving his body.

Jiro swore under her breath.

Mineta dropped to his knees and sobbed in thankful praise toward every god across every pantheon.

Izuku, who wasn’t even in last place, reacted more dramatically than all of them combined. His entire posture folded like a dying houseplant. His aura shriveled. His soul shrank. His stress levels manifested in a visible haze around him like cartoon static.

“That was to be expected,” the first placer, Momo, said calmly. She folded her arms thoughtfully. “It was pretty obvious once you actually think about it”

Everyone stared at her.

Momo blinked, confused by their collective suffering.

“What?” she asked innocently.

A collective sigh washed over 1A like a gentle wind.

Kirishima recovered first, pounding his fists together with a bright grin. “Man, that was intense! But honestly? I’m pumped! That was super manly!”

Izuku finally peeled himself out of the emotional slump he’d melted into. His knees wobbled a little, his breath shaky but the sense of accomplishment eventually helped him piece himself back together.

“Midoriya.”

He looked up.

Aizawa stood in front of him, unamused expression unchanged, a nurse’s slip held loosely between two fingers.

Izuku blinked. “M-Me?”

“You,” Aizawa said. He thrust the slip toward him. “Go to the nurse. You’re covered in scratches and it’ll look bad if you spend the entire first day like that.”

Izuku looked down at himself.

Aizawa barely waited for Izuku’s shaky thank you.

He turned back to the class, already sounding like he regretted becoming a teacher.

“The materials and curriculum will be in your classroom,” he said flatly. “Read it. Preferably before you ask me something stupid later.”

Then Aizawa hummed, as if remembering something bothersome but necessary. He jabbed a finger toward the small robot assistant hovering nearby, the one with the cheap digital face that always looked vaguely annoyed.

“You. Guide the students around the school. I’m going to take a nap.”

The robot’s screen buzzed. And then, in the most deadpan, robotic monotone imaginable, answered “Fuck you too, EraserHead.”

Everyone collectively froze.

The robot rolled its tiny digital eyes, slid in front of the class, and spoke again this time loud and confident like it had rehearsed the line in front of a mirror.

“Greetings, inferior life forms. You all have the potential to become less inferior life forms. I shall guide you in approximately fifteen minutes.”

It paused, then added proudly “I will also play a recording of the orientation ceremony, as your dear homeroom teacher has opted to skip it. Again.”

The class stared.

The robot stared back, unblinking, screen expression stuck on a smug pixel-smile.

Eventually, students started shuffling toward the locker rooms in a dazed herd. Izuku went to the nurse office first before joining the rest of them

“Orientation recording will now play. If you fall asleep, I will judge you silently.”

One hour later,

Tour complete.

Sanity questionable.

The class poured into the cafeteria, half of them collapsed emotionally, the other half still whispering anxiously about Aizawa’s threat, and the robot rolled slowly after them  whispering to itself in a low mechanical hum:

“…phase one of world domination proceeding… scanning cafeteria layout… calculating optimal takeover routes…”

Nobody paid attention to it.

Soon enough, 1A trickled back into their classroom, collected the packets Aizawa dumped onto their desks, and after a brief speech of “leave”, were dismissed for the day.

Izuku stepped out of the room, bag slung over his shoulder, still buzzing with the thrill of surviving Day One, he pulled out his phone and typed:

Izuku: Where should we meet?

The reply came instantly.

Nejire: Wait for me at the Gates.

Nejire: Got some idiots to talk to.

Izuku stared at the message.

“…Wonder what that’s about,” he murmured

Meanwhile, Nejire was indeed preparing to talk to someone.

An annoying, blonde, loud and glowing someone.

Her face was the usual resting-bitch expression: sharp eyes, neutral mouth, aura of judgment so strong it could peel paint off a wall. She tucked her phone into her pocket and inhaled slowly through her nose.

Alright. Time to do this.

Because across the hall, standing just a little too eagerly, was Mirio Togata, practically glowing.

He bounced on his heels like a golden retriever who had seen a treat. He kept looking at her, then away, then back again, smile growing brighter each time until it reached levels of suspicious radiance.

Next to him, Tamaki was dying internally.

He tugged on Mirio’s sleeve and whispered a frantic stream of warnings, accompanied by small panicked shakes of his head, like a man warning a friend not to poke a sleeping tiger. His expression screamed, “Stop smiling, she will kill you.”

Nejire stared.

Then decided she had zero patience.

She turned fully to Mirio and asked, plainly and without ceremony

“Why are you looking at me like you know the juiciest gossip of your entire life.”

Mirio froze mid-bounce.

Nejire then pointed a finger at Tamaki. “And why is he shaking his head like you’re about to die if you say it?”

Tamaki immediately let out a tiny, pitiful whimper, the kind a small animal makes when it knows it’s already caught. He visibly calculated whether throwing himself through the nearest window would spare him from what was coming.

Mirio, meanwhile?

He was thriving.

He hummed like he had theme music following him around. A bright, sunny, infuriating hum.

“Oh, why?” he echoed cheerfully, as if her glare wasn’t strong enough to incinerate small animals. “It could be anything, really! Lovely weather! New school year! Bright hopes! Freshmen running around! The Big Three rising to glory once aga-”

“Cut the crap,” Nejire snapped “If you’ve got something to say, say it. I don’t have the patience.”

Mirio tapped his chin thoughtfully.

Tamaki grabbed his sleeve like a drowning man clinging to driftwood. “Mirio don’t-Mirio please, she’ll kill you-then me she’ll-”

“Anyway,” Mirio continued joyfully, ignoring Tamaki’s desperate pleas “it’s just a good day! I saw my friends, I saw the teachers, the freshmen are so energetic…But I’m sure you don’t care about any of that.”

He leaned forward with a grin so wide it was begging to be punched.

“Especially as…a maiden in loooove~.”

Nejire’s brain flatlined.

“…The fuck?” she said, pure instinct.

“BEHOLD!”

Before she could blink, breathe, or strangle him, Mirio shoved a phone directly into her face.

The screen was open to their 3-A group chat. The message box was filled out. Not sent. But ready. Primed. One tap away.

A photo.

The one from the day she and Izuku after his ten months of training…their first hangout. The one where she was walking beside him, expression softer than usual, his cheeks red, her hand casually hooked around his wrist like she fully owned him.

She stared.

Then stared harder.

Then looked up at Mirio.

“…Again,” she said slowly. “What the fuck.”

Mirio juggled the phone lightly between his hands, beaming like he was showing off a newborn.

“It was such a lovely scene,” he sang. “I just had to take a picture! And wouldn’t it be sweet, oh so sweet for everyone to see that the ‘24/7 Mad Girl’, you know, the one who could behead a guy with a paper fan if she wanted….”

He wiggled his eyebrows.

“...has a boyfriend?”

Nejire stared.

Her eye twitched.

Her aura darkened ever so slightly.

This…clown.

“Really?” she said, voice flat and dangerous. “Blackmail? We’re doing this?”

Tamaki was already halfway through emotionally dying, but now he was physically committing to it. In the background despite being in the second floor he was now digging his own grave, his tears evident as he used the shovel–from god knows where–to dig a small hole for him.

Nejire watched him for two seconds.

Then asked, completely deadpan, “…Are you digging because you were in on this?”

Tamaki’s head shot up. “N-No! I tried–I really tried to get Mirio to delete it! I swear! I begged him! I-I threatened to faint on him!”

Mirio added oh so cheerfully:

“Yuyu knows too!”

A sharp, glass-shattering CRASH came from behind Nejire.

She turned slowly.

A window was broken.

And down below across the courtyard was Yuyu, sprinting for the gates with the sheer desperation of someone trying to escape death. 

Nejire blinked once.

Then deadpanned as she turned back to Mirio.

“So,” she said evenly, “you’re really doing this. Blackmail. Over…something. Seriously?”

Mirio laughed full belly, sunshine, golden retriever joy.

“Blackmail is such an ugly word, Nejire! I don’t need anything serious!” he said, thumbs tapping his phone as he admired the photo. “But wouldn’t it be hilarious if I had, say… a photo of you in a dress? Something cute! Girly! Frilly! Something to expand your aesthetic range!”

Tamaki whimpered like he was watching a cartoon train approaching in slow motion.

Nejire stared at Mirio.

Mirio stared back.

The hallway held its breath as they waited for something to happen

“Just kidding!” Miro declared. “No way I’d go that low! But I did want to know if that guy is actually your boyfriend.”

Nejire blinked.

Then shrugged.

“Yeah. He is. We only got together the other day. The picture was from our…sort-of reunion. He was busy training before that.”

Mirio gasped with all the excitement of a grandmother hearing her grandchild got engaged.

“Congratulations!” he beamed. “That’s awesome! I’m glad–” He looked down at his phone to remove the draft and –click.

Nejire gently pressed the send button

Mirio froze. “Eh?”

Nejire pulled out her own phone and then, before the responses could flood in, Nejire typed with calm, quiet, terrifying speed:

Nejire: That’s my boyfriend.

Nejire: He’s mine.

Nejire: Back off.

She locked her phone before the chat could explode, though based on how violently it was vibrating, it already had. The screen buzzed like an angry beehive demanding blood, answers, and possibly relationship details.

Nejire didn’t spare it a glance.

She simply walked past both boys with the calm, steady stride of someone who had just detonated an emotional bomb and was now leaving the scene.

“If you two are done,” she said evenly, “I have a boyfriend waiting for me. So I’m going.”

Mirio and Tamaki stood frozen, staring at the empty space she once occupied, as if her presence had been a localized natural disaster.

Then Tamaki swayed.

Wobbled.

And collapsed directly into the shallow grave he’d dug.

“I—I get to live another day…” he whispered dramatically, lying in the hole “I get to go home…”

Meanwhile, Mirio watched him for half a second before his smile returned, larger, brighter, dangerously curious.

“So she really has a boyfriend…” he murmured, eyes sparkling with intrigue. “Someone who made Nejire Hado fall in love? I’ve GOT to meet–”

He didn’t get to finish.

Because the remaining members of Class 3-A, who had been lurking at a safe distance, observing the chaos like wildlife watching a predator, suddenly tackled him all at once.

Eight bodies slammed into Mirio with the desperation of people trying to stop someone from pressing a nuclear launch button.

“Nope!”

“Don’t do it!”

 “We want to live!”

“Mirio, PLEASE, don’t talk to her boyfriend right now!”

“She just marked him as hers! Do you WANT to die?!”

“Mirio you will bring doom to us all!”

Mirio hit the floor buried under a pile of arms and legs, still laughing like this was the most fun he’d had in years.

“Come onnnn,” he wheezed with a grin. “I just want to say hi-”

“NO!”

 

Nejire stepped out of UA with the same energy as someone who’d survived a small war and immediately wanted her reward, said reward being a certain freckled, green-haired nerd.

Didn’t take long to spot him.

His hair always gave him away. Bright green. Curly. Sticking out like an excited bush.

He was standing near the front gates, fidgeting in place, and…Her brow lifted.

He wasn’t alone.

Two people stood with him: the blue-haired boy who looked like he’d been raised by rulebooks, and a brunette.

Nejire approached quietly at first, listening.

“…So that’s why Kacchan called me Deku,” Izuku was explaining awkwardly, scratching his cheek. “It was a nickname meant to… um… make fun of me.”

The brunette gasped, hands flying up.

“Oh my gosh! I didn’t know that! I–I’m so sorry!” she sputtered. “I didn’t mean anything bad by it!”

Izuku quickly waved it off, flustered as always. “No, it’s fine! Really, I’m used to–”

The brunette brightened suddenly.

“Well, I kind of like it!” she said, smiling. “Because Deku sounds like that Japanese word for ‘you can do it,’ so it feels positive, you know?”

Izuku blinked, blush spreading.

And Nejire?

Nejire’s eyes narrowed into thin, sharp slits.

That… did not sit right with her.

Not even a little.

Before Izuku could open his mouth again, Nejire stepped forward, grabbed Izuku by the arm, and pulled him firmly against her side.

He made a small noise, something between a squeak and her name, but she didn’t look at him. Her stare was directed entirely, precisely, dangerously at the brunette.

Her voice was cool. Flat. Sharp enough to cut through steel.

“The word you’re thinking of isn’t Deku,” she corrected. “It’s Dekiru. Not even close.”

The brunette blinked.

Nejire continued, tone unchanging:

“So what you’re actually calling him is the original meaning of the nickname.”

She let that sink in.

“In other words,” she said calmly, “you’re calling him useless.”

Ochaco stood frozen, spine locked straight, eyes round as dinner plates. For a solid heartbeat she looked like she was about to either cry, combust, or float into the stratosphere.

“I-I’m so sorry!” she squeaked. “I didn’t mean it like that at all! I swear! I wasn’t trying to be mean!”

Izuku panicked instantly.

He scrambled in front of Ochaco like a human shield made of flustered apologies.

“N-Nejire! It’s okay! Really! I don’t mind it!” he blurted, hands waving so fast they blurred. “She didn’t know, it’s not an insult–really, it’s fine!”

Nejire’s eyes slid down to him.

Slowly.

Dangerously.

And somehow, despite Izuku being taller, he shrank.

He shrank so hard his soul probably curled up like a pill bug.

“…Is it?” she asked, voice deceptively calm. “Is it really all right for you? Especially considering who it was from.”

Izuku didn’t have to ask who she meant.

The mental image of a blonde childhood menace screaming DEKU, YOU USELESS NERD across playground asphalt was already hovering in the air like a ghost.

He swallowed, then nodded.

“Y-Yeah,” he said softly. “It’s really okay. Kind of like how you call me dumbass. Or… noodles.”

Nejire blinked.

Then squinted at him. Hard.

Like she was scanning him for lies, peer pressure, self-sacrificing tendencies, suppressed trauma, or possibly all of the above.

Izuku held up both hands, earnest as a golden retriever pledging his soul.

“I promise. It doesn’t bother me.”

Silence.

Nejire’s stare sharpened.

He didn’t flinch.

Another beat.

And then…

“…Fine,” she exhaled, tension slipping out of her shoulders. “As long as she wasn’t actually insulting you.”

Ochaco shook her head so fast it looked like she was attempting flight.

“No! Not at all! I really wasn’t!”

“Good.” Nejire nodded once. Then again. Her expression softened, just barely. “Sorry for…scaring you. I’m just protective of this dumbass.”

Izuku squeaked.

Ochaco relaxed with the relief of someone spared by a dragon.

Iida, who had been standing there doing his best impression of a polite lamppost, suddenly sprang to life. His arms chopped through the air in frantic sincerity as he leaned forward.

“Excuse me! Pardon me! Miss…ah…ma’am! Who might you be? Are you a friend of Midoriya?”

Nejire blinked at him, head tilting slightly as she stared at his stiff posture and industrial-grade arm gestures.

Her first thought was pure, honest confusion.

‘…Is he a robot? Did UA start building students? Is that allowed?’

She opened her mouth, fully ready to say girlfriend in the most casual way possible, but then her eyes slid to Izuku.

Still flustered from earlier, cheeks faintly pink, hair sticking up in even more adorable distress than usual.

And something warm and mischievous curled at the corner of her lips.

“Go on,” she said, smiling sweetly as she nudged him with her shoulder. “Introduce me to your classmates.”

Izuku froze.

His blush detonated into full neon as he fidgeted with his sleeves. He swallowed hard, tried again, and managed, in the world’s softest, most painfully shy voice:

“Um… t-this is Nejire…she’s a s-senior. And… she’s… uh…” He breathed in and squeaked:

“…my g-girlfriend.”

His entire face went scarlet.

Nejire’s grin grew smug and fond all at once. She gave the two underclassmen a small wave and then, because she absolutely could, pulled Izuku closer by the arm, pressing him lightly against her side. The poor boy nearly combusted on the spot.

“Nice to meet you both,” she said, voice bright but edged with just a hint of pride. “Izuku’s a little shy, so I hope you two take good care of him in class.”

Iida bowed at an angle so sharp it probably violated several safety regulations.

“Of course! It is an honor to meet a respected senior! I shall do my utmost to be a good friend to Midoriya!”

Ochaco gasped happily, hands clasped together.

“You two look so cute together! And-and I really don’t mind being friends with Deku!”

Izuku, somewhere between melting and ascending, managed a tiny:

“Th-thank you…”

Then, because he had taken a little too much emotional damage for one afternoon, he hid behind Nejire’s shoulder like it was a natural disaster shelter.

Iida straightened with military precision.

“We were just heading to the station,” he announced. “Would the two of you like to join us? Unless you already have plans, of course!”

Nejire shook her head.

“No, that works. It’s a good time to head home anyway.”

They fell into an easy four-person pace, weaving through the lingering students still pouring out of UA’s gates. Nejire let Iida talk, he talked like a fire hydrant someone had snapped open, words rushing out with enough pressure to clean concrete.

“And UA is remarkably unorthodox! Much more than my previous school! The layout! The spontaneity! The intensity! Truly, I must adjust my expectations if–”

Nejire nodded along, half listening, half thinking about snacks she wanted later.

“Miss Hado! Is it…common practice for Aizawa to lie about expulsion?”

She blinked.

“…Lie?”

Ochaco nodded earnestly.

“At the end of the test! He said he was lying about expelling the person in last place! He just wanted us to push ourselves harder!”

“No,” she said casually. “He wasn’t lying.”

Three jaws dropped in perfect unison. Nejire took three more steps before realizing her group had frozen behind her like they’d just hit an invisible wall.

Ochaco squeaked, “H-Huh?!”

Nejire shrugged. “Aizawa expels people all the time. Has a whole reputation about it. If he didn’t expel any of you, it just means you’ve all got potential or you weren’t hopeless enough to bother removing.”

Iida went pale. Ochaco went rigid. Izuku just stood there with the haunted look of someone learning new and disturbing lore.

Nejire then grabbed Izuku’s wrist and lightly tugged him beside her, guiding him back into step. He was still mentally buffering from the Aizawa revelation, little gears spinning behind his eyes.

“So,” she said, bumping her shoulder against his. “What rank did you get?”

Izuku blinked, rebooting. “Ah..um! Sixth. I-I got sixth place.”

Nejire’s smile bloomed instantly as she hummed, he hurriedly added, “It was really because of your training! If you hadn’t helped me, I wouldn’t-”

But before he could finish, she let go of his wrist, reached up, and ruffled his hair with gentle, deliberate fondness.

“True,” she said. “I did help.”

Izuku flushed, shoulders rising to his ears.

“But,” she finished, fingers lingering in his curls for a moment before pulling back, “you did all that. So congrats, dummy.”

He made a startled noise, but he was smiling so brightly it practically radiated.

They continued down the quiet sidewalk, melting into that soft, early-evening lull. Izuku stayed close to Nejire, one hand loosely holding hers.

Nejire, for her part, seemed perfectly calm. Maybe even smug. Every now and then she gave his hand the tiniest squeeze, just to see him twitch like a startled hamster.

Iida launched back into another enthusiastic explanation about metro regulations, Ochaco added an occasional gasp of amazement, and Nejire responded with polite nods…while internally thinking about how long it’d take Izuku to pass out from embarrassment.

But unbeknownst to them someone was approaching.

Someone…determined.

Someone…stupid.

At the UA gates, Mirio Togata was crawling across the ground like a soldier trying to reach the extraction point while under heavy artillery fire. Except his artillery fire was Class 3A, all of whom were clinging desperately to his legs and torso.

“Mirio, PLEASE!” someone sobbed. “You cannot meet her boyfriend! You will DIE!”

“I just want to say hi!” Mirio cried joyfully, dragging all nine screaming upperclassmen like an unstoppable golden retriever with too much muscle mass.

“DO YOU WANT TO LIVE?!” another shrieked.

“YES! THAT’S WHY I WANT TO MEET HIM!”

A passing first-year stopped.

Stared.

Mirio continued his heroic crawl, gaining about two centimeters.

The others continued their desperate tug-of-war, slowly losing hope and moral dignity.

Truly, a battle for the ages.

Meanwhile, blissfully unaware of impending chaos, Izuku sat on the train next to Nejire, both of them holding hands.

‘I’m— I’m holding hands with my girlfriend,’ he thought, replaying the sentence over and over until his brain felt like pudding. ‘G-girlfriend. She’s- she’s really my…’

He made a tiny, squeaky noise.

Nejire glanced at him, amused. A slow smile curled on her lips.

“You okay there, noodles?” she asked lightly.

Izuku nodded too fast. “Y-yes! Totally! Completely! Fine! Very fine! Extra fine!”

He was not fine.

He looked like someone had plugged him into a 220-volt outlet.

But he squeezed her hand back.

Just a little.

And that was enough to make Nejire’s smile soften 

Morning at U.A. had a very specific flavor

A combination of wow I’m in a hero school and why am I suddenly doing math at 8 AM who approved this.

The dissonance hit the first-years hard.

More than one student stared blankly at the teacher, muttering things like “I thought we blew up robots for a living,” and “Why is there homework? I did not sign up for this.”

But yes, despite the hype, U.A. was still a school.

And school meant education.

Real education.

The kind with lectures and note-taking and the crushing realization that no matter how flashy your quirk was, algebra still wanted to kill you.

Lunch rolled around like a blessing from the heavens.

The cafeteria was bustling, plates clattering, students bragging loudly about their morning classes like they didn’t almost cry during English.

Izuku sat with his usual small group: Iida and Ochaco across from him, and Nejire planted loyally at his side like a very pretty, very intimidating guard dog.

He barely got one bite in before it began.

“Eat more,” Nejire ordered, pushing an extra bowl of rice his way.

Izuku flailed. “I-I am eating enough! This serving is balanced; see–” He produced a notebook like a magician pulling a rabbit out of a hat. Charts. Color-coded. Ratios. Caloric intake.

Nejire stared.

Izuku stared back, hopeful.

She squinted at him like a scientist analyzing a suspicious specimen, then shoved her chicken onto his tray with the force of someone issuing a medical prescription.

“Nejire, I’m–”

“Eat. The chicken.”

Izuku wilted. “Yes ma’am…”

Iida nodded in approval like this was a public health intervention. “Proper nutrition is vital for hero activity! I commend your dedication, Nejire-senpai!”

Ochaco leaned toward Izuku, whispering, “She’s really scary when she cares about you, huh?”

Izuku whispered back, “She’s always scary.”

By afternoon, the energy across campus shifted.

This was the moment.

The class everyone was waiting for.

Heroics.

Which is where Izuku was at now….Panicking

This was the catastrophic, oh-no-I-am-going-to-self-destruct-on-the-spot flavor of panic.

And for two completely different, equally horrifying reasons.

First:

Battle trials.

Actual combat.

Actual teams.

Actual scenarios with bombs and villains and All Might narrating dramatically like this was a live-action movie trailer.

It was terrifying and thrilling at the same time.

Second, and far more dangerous:

The hero suits.

Oh god, the hero suits.

He tried. He really did. Izuku wanted to be respectful and noble and heroic and professional…

But then Yaoyorozu walked by in what could generously be described as a leotard and his entire brain blue-screened.

‘SHE’S SO CONFIDENT?? HOW?? DOESN’T SHE GET COLD??’

He barely recovered before noticing Hagakure’s gloves and boots and the fact that… that was it.

‘SHE IS. SHE IS JUST. OKAY. DON’T LOOK. DON’T THINK-’

Jiro was blessedly normal, cool even, which gave him three entire seconds of mental recovery.

Then Mina strutted past in her wonderfully form-fitting suit and Izuku’s soul briefly vacated his body.

‘EYES UP! EYES UP, MIDORIYA, YOU ARE A HERO-IN-TRAINING, ACT LIKE IT-’

And then Asui….then Ochaco.

Skin-tight. Sleek. Practical. But also skin-tight.

He made a sound that could only be described as a dying toaster.

His very teenager brain, sensing weakness, decided to betray him completely by conjuring the cursed mental image of:

Nejire.

In a skin-tight hero suit.

One second.

Just one single second.

Enough to turn Izuku from flustered to emergency-level overheating.

His whole face detonated in red as he punched himself in the cheek.

“Midoriya?!” Iida screeched, chopping the air so violently it created wind. “Why are you striking yourself?! Are you under attack?! Is this quirk-related?!”

Ochaco leaned in, wide-eyed. “Deku? Deku, blink twice if your brain broke.”

Izuku could only curl into himself, mortified beyond mortal comprehension.

Meanwhile, a few meters away

Bakugo looked like someone handed him his birthday, Christmas, and a free homicide pass all at once.

Battle Trial.

A sanctioned excuse to punch the nerd.

A legitimate, teacher-approved opportunity.

And the best part?

No blue-haired she-bitch lurking behind a corner, ready to materialize like an angry spirit to protect the damn nerd and threaten his life.

He could get answers.

He could get payback.

He could blast Deku through a wall and not get mauled by a blue-haired demon who hissed threats into his soul.

Bakugo’s grin sharpened.

“Oh yeah…” he muttered, practically vibrating. “This is gonna be fun.”

Izuku, still red as a beet, had absolutely no idea that his childhood friend was plotting cartoon-level violence two feet away.

He was too busy quietly dying over the mental image of his girlfriend in a tight suit.

All Might coughed and every head snapped toward him. Even Izuku stopped having a mental breakdown long enough to look up, cheeks still pink like overheated mochi.

“All right, young heroes!” All Might boomed, clapping his hands together. “Time to begin our very first exercise: BATTLE TRIAL!”

He reached behind him, grabbing two boxes with the dramatic flair of a magician about to pull a rabbit out. He lifted them, arms bulging unnecessarily and revealed two balls labeled A and D.

“These two teams will go first!”

Izuku froze.

A and D.

A and D.

A was him and Ochaco.

Which meant D was:

A roar of ecstatic violence erupted from the side. “FINALLY!” Bakugo laughed like a gremlin who had just discovered fire. “I’M GONNA OBLITERATE YOU, DEKU!”

Izuku’s soul briefly left his body.

Minutes later, Izuku and Uraraka stood outside the imitation villain base, the floor plan notes were in their hands. Technically, they were supposed to be going over strategy. Technically, Izuku was supposed to be analyzing angles, entry points, structural weaknesses, and optimal quirk usage.

Technically.

In reality, Uraraka was studying, and Izuku was having an internal meltdown on loop.

“Hey, Deku?” Uraraka asked softly. “You okay? You look kinda pale. Well, paler.”

Izuku swallowed. “It’s just…Kacchan. Fighting Kacchan.”

Uraraka tilted her head. “He’s the one who made fun of you, right?”

Izuku stared down at his gloves. His fingers trembled, but only a little.

“Kacchan… he’s amazing,” he admitted quietly. “He’s strong. His quirk is powerful. He’s confident, fast, smart in battle… honestly, if he wanted to, he could wipe the floor with me.”

Uraraka’s eyebrows pinched in concern.

Izuku took a breath.

Then another.

His hand curled into a fist at his side.

“I know he can beat me,” he said, voice steadier now, a fire beginning to build in the center of his chest. “If this were before…I probably wouldn’t even try.”

He lifted his head.

His eyes bright green, nervous but determined met Uraraka’s surprised stare.

“But things are different now.”

He clenched his fist. That’s right, it was different. He actually had someone that believes in him and who was he to let her down. 

“I’m not going to lose.” it may have been false bravado for face sake but for him it was just a stubborn truth

Ochaco felt her breath catch.

“…Well,” she said, smiling softly as she rolled her shoulders back, “if that’s the case then let’s do our best, partner!”

Izuku’s stiff nod carried all the shakiness of a baby deer pretending to be a seasoned warrior. But he nodded nonetheless.

All Might’s declaration of the battle beginning became background noise while he and Uraraka crept toward the side of the building. Izuku motioned her toward a window he'd spotted on the blueprint earlier, then gently slid it open 

“Keep your eyes peeled,” he whispered. “Tight corners everywhere. Kacchan likes ambush points.”

Uraraka nodded. Izuku’s body moved on instinct, controlled breaths, steps quiet and close to the wall.

But his mind…

His mind was miles away.

‘Nejire… I’m sorry.’

Memory hit him like one of Bakugo’s explosions, back to when Nejire finally found out who keeps leaving him with bruises and burns

She had been furious. Cold furious. Her voice still echoed in his head.

"He bullies you, belittles you like you’re nothing but a pebble on the sidewalk! Why waste your kindness on a jackass like that blonde bitch you call a friend?!"

He knew why she was mad and looking back at he could see why. Who would want to be with a friend who every day treats you like their punching bag.

And yet…

Izuku let out a shaky breath as he peeked around a corner.

‘I know I promised I’d stop making excuses for him. And I meant it. I really did.’

But childhood wasn’t easy to detach from. Regret, affection, resentment, familiarity…all tangled together.

‘I’m not defending him anymore… but part of me still sees him as a friend. A terrifying friend. A volatile friend. But still…’

And he wasn’t going to lie.

‘Fighting him is… kinda exciting.’

Izuku swallowed, cheeks flushing as if embarrassed at his own honesty. His grip tightened around the edge of the wall.

That’s when:

BOOM!

The blast hadn’t even finished echoing before Izuku’s body moved on instinct.

He scooped Uraraka around the waist, pivoted, and launched them both to the side just as a second explosion tore through the spot they’d been standing. The floor shuddered, smoke ballooning upward like a living thing curling over their heads.

“Gah!” Uraraka yelped as he set her down.

Izuku barely heard her. His pulse roared like static in his ears.

Smoke parted.

And through it came Bakugo, airborne, eyes blazing and teeth bared in a feral grin that could probably be classified as a felony.

“Found you, DEKU!”

Izuku didn’t respond.

Because the moment Bakugo swatted the smoke aside

Izuku was already there.

He surged forward in a blur, every muscle tightening with practiced discipline. For a split second his mind flashed with Nejire’s voice:

‘Three percent. Just three. Don’t be stupid.’

3% DETROIT SMASH!

His fist slammed square into Bakugo’s gut with a satisfying thud, launching the blonde backwards through the hallway. Bakugo skidded, boots screeching against the floor as his breath left him in an ugly choke.

“What the?!”

“Uraraka!” Izuku yelled, already dropping into a stance. “Find the bomb! I’ll handle Kacchan!”

“R-Right!” she nodded and darted off.

Bakugo spat out a curse as he pushed himself up, fury igniting right along with the sweat on his palms.

“Oh, you wanna HANDLE me, huh?!”

He rocketed forward, explosions bursting in rapid succession

Only for Izuku to meet him head-on.

Izuku snatched Bakugo’s right arm mid-swing, planted his foot, and with a full-bodied twist:

WHAM!

The judo flip sent Bakugo flipping over him and crashing to the floor.

“YOU LITTLE—!”

He lunged, swinging a kick straight for Izuku’s ribs. Izuku braced both forearms and caught the strike, sliding back but holding firm.

Katsuki’s lip curled.

“Don’t get cocky, DEKU!” he snarled. “That blue-haired bitch isn’t here to save you this time!”

Izuku didn’t flinch at the insult he just inhaled once, steady and slow, bracing himself.

Because he knew Bakugo.

And Bakugo was predictable in exactly one way.

He’d always swing again.

Sure enough, Katsuki snarled like an anger-fueled pressure cooker, wrenching his leg free and blasting forward with a wide, explosive hook meant to take Izuku’s head clean off.

Izuku dropped his hold instantly and sprang to the right, boots skidding across the floor as Bakugo’s blast scorched past him.

‘Okay-okay good, expected that‘ Izuku thought, heart thundering.

And then, he did EXACTLY the thing Nejire would absolutely encourage and absolutely scold him for later.

Izuku whipped around mid-sprint and shouted at the top of his lungs:

“Is that all you’ve got, Kacchan?! I thought you threw explosions, not tantrums!”

The words echoed through the hallway like Izuku had just opened the Gates of Hell.

There was a single beat of silence.

Then:

“WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?!”

Izuku didn’t wait to admire his handiwork, he bolted down the corridor like his entire future depended on it. Which, considering Bakugo’s murder-speed, it absolutely did.

He rounded a corner, launched himself up a staircase, and doubled back twice for good measure before sliding behind a massive column on the third floor.

Izuku pressed his back tighter against the column, breathing slow, quiet, and steady, the way Nejire drilled into him when she wanted him to stop panicking and think for once, you adorable disaster.

‘Okay…layout…third floor…good choke points…better angles… I can work with this,’ he thought, replaying the blueprint in his mind 

Then—Bzzt.

His earpiece crackled.

“Izuku? I-I found the bomb!” Uraraka whispered urgently. “But Iida found me! We’re on the fifth floor, one of the middle rooms!”

Izuku’s eyes snapped open.

“Fifth floor… center… above me,” he whispered back, already mapping the stairs and possible ambush points.

‘Great. Fantastic. Perfectly terrible.’

If he stayed hiding? Bakugo would eventually get bored of chasing him and just gun straight for the bomb.

If he moved now, at random? He’d get blown up in approximately three seconds.

If he stalled too long? Iida could run laps around Uraraka until the time ran out.

He needed to move. And not just move, he needed to redirect Bakugo, get him away from the bomb, and then somehow get to Uraraka.

Izuku swallowed thickly.

This was impossible.

…Unless he did something monumentally stupid.

His eyes widened.

Oh.

Oh.

He knew exactly what to do.

He looked up toward the ceiling and whispered under his breath, almost apologetically “…Nejire is absolutely going to kill me if she finds out about this.”

 

Bakugo was already on his warpath.

A Katsuki Bakugo Special, which meant the third floor now looked less like an office building and more like someone tried to microwave a microwave inside another microwave.

He kicked open doors, blew apart walls, and shouted things that would definitely get him banned from at least three major social media platforms.

“DEKU! COME OUT AND DIE LIKE A MAN!” Another explosion. Another room atomized. “IF YOU DON’T SHOW YOUR USELESS FACE, I’M GOING AFTER ROUND FACE NEXT!”

He was furious, sweaty, glowing like an angry sparkler. And then he froze.

Because from the fifth floor, echoing down the stairwell in a perfectly clear, perfectly stupid voice, came:

“HEY, SWEAT GRENADE JACKASS! YOU’RE ALL BANG AND NO BRAIN, THE STAIRS ARE WAITING, IF YOU’RE NOT TOO SCARED!!”

Silence.

A silence so thick you could spread it on toast.

Then:

“WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME, YOU GREEN HAIRED WASTE OF OXYGEN!?”

The building shook.

Bakugo’s rage detonated so hard his sprint became a natural disaster. He shot up the stairwell like a rocket with parental issues, explosions ricocheting off the walls, boots slamming each step with the fury of ten thousand angry gods.

And there he was.

Izuku stood in the fifth-floor hallway like a man who absolutely planned this but also deeply regretted it. A shaky smile, a slightly manic gleam in his eye.

Bakugo snarled and launched forward, crackling with enough power to fuse steel. Izuku flinched and jerked the door behind him open, just waiting for one pissed-off human grenade to rocket through it.

But at the last second, Bakugo blasted forward, killing his momentum and stopping right in front of the doorway like a feral cat slamming the brakes.

Izuku blinked right as Bakugo’s face twisted into a triumphant, I’m-going-to-end-you smile.

But then, a sharp, pained gasp was heard.

Bakugo whipped his head toward the sound.

Iida was on the floor, sparks of smoke curling off the back of his costume. Bakugo’s blast clipped him directly.

Bakugo’s eyes widened, but he didn’t get to process it.

Izuku’s fist connected with his jaw using Bakugo’s own distraction as leverage. Bakugo staggered back, but only for a heartbeat before he roared and lunged forward with his palms already sparking “DEKU!”

And then All Might’s voice boomed through the speakers:

“THE HERO TEAM WINS!”

The boys froze mid-motion.

Inside, Uraraka stood triumphantly, palm pressed against the styrofoam bomb, smiling sheepishly

Bakugo twitched while Izuku exhaled shakily.

The tension in the hallway loosened just a little enough for Izuku’s brain to reboot and finally process the fact that his ridiculous, borderline-stupid plan…actually worked.

He let out a long breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding.

‘I cannot believe that actually worked. That was like… 40% strategy, 60% divine intervention…’

Honestly, he had counted more on luck. His plan had been embarrassingly simple: coordinate with Uraraka to maneuver Iida near the doorway, lure Bakugo upstairs, yank the door open, and pray to every existing deity that momentum, smoke, or raw chaos would interfere just long enough for Uraraka to tag the bomb.

And somehow?

It went exactly that way.

Well…minus Bakugo stopping last second and accidentally hitting his own teammate with a blast. That was a bonus Izuku absolutely did not expect, but he would graciously accept.

Uraraka vibrated beside him like a shaken soda can. She practically hopped in place, eyes sparkling.

“That was amazing! I can’t believe you pulled that off! You’re like-like a strategist! A sneaky strategist!”

Izuku’s face turned red so fast it could’ve been a quirk.

Iida, meanwhile, was still face-down on the floor, recovering with the dramatic misery of someone who took damage to his pride more than his body.

“I must reflect upon my failure. I allowed myself to be distracted. A vigilant hero must never falter! I must meditate on this! Perhaps forty-five minutes of self-critique-”

He started muttering to himself like a malfunctioning motivational speaker.

Bakugo was a different kind of disaster entirely.

He wasn’t just seething, he was vibrating with rage so intensely it felt like he might spontaneously combust. His hair crackled. His palms smoked. His teeth were clenched so tightly it was a miracle they hadn’t turned into diamonds.

He lost.

He lost to Deku.

He lost because Deku outplayed him.

He lost because he’d chased him like…oh god…like a dog chasing a chew toy.

Bakugo growled low in his throat, “This isn’t over,” he hissed, voice sharp enough to slice concrete.

Minutes later, the four of them were herded back into the waiting room.

Bakugo’s scowl was now a permanent facial feature. It would probably appear on his future driver’s license. Meanwhile, Izuku kept stealing nervous glances at him like someone checking if a bomb was still ticking.

Uraraka stood beside him, still riding the high of victory, bouncing her legs happily. Iida stood stiffly, quietly whispering apologies to the universe.

All Might stood before them, beams radiating off him like a human lighthouse.

“That was an excellent bout! Both teams demonstrated remarkable adaptability and quick thinking! Now-”

He gave a thumbs-up so powerful it looked like it could launch satellites.

“-let’s hear who you all believe was the MVP of the match!”

Yaoyorozu raised her hand and gave a simple answer “Midoriya.”

Izuku made a noise halfway between a gasp and a squeak. Yaoyorozu continued, completely unfazed by his reaction.

“Midoriya demonstrated exceptional battlefield awareness,” she began, and the entire class instinctively straightened their backs. Somehow, her voice carried the vibe of a PowerPoint presentation with immaculate formatting.

“He not only protected his teammate at the outset, but redirected Bakugo’s aggression away from the objective. His ability to anticipate Bakugo’s patterns, ensured the enemy was drawn into unfavorable terrain.”

Izuku’s eyes widened at ‘Tactical’.  He literally just insulted Bakugo

“He also showcased decisive strikes, particularly the gut punch and judo flip which demonstrated restraint and precision rather than reckless force. In my estimation, Midoriya is the clear MVP of this exercise, as his actions directly secured the Hero Team’s victory.”

Izuku was now red from his ears to his collarbone, sitting stiff like a malfunctioning robot trying to process compliments.

“Uraraka fulfilled her role admirably,” she continued, turning toward the floating girl. “She located the bomb quickly and communicated effectively under pressure. While she relied on Midoriya for protection against Bakugo, her initiative and clear reporting were vital. Without her intel, Midoriya could not have devised his redirection strategy. Her contribution was quieter but no less essential.”

Uraraka glowed. Bakugo, meanwhile, was producing steam like a kettle about to explode.

Yaoyorozu pressed on, undeterred.

“Bakugo possesses immense raw power and combat drive,” she acknowledged. Bakugo’s eyes narrowed. “However, his lack of restraint and emotional volatility undermined his team’s cohesion. His tunnel vision on Midoriya caused collateral damage, even incapacitating his own teammate. While his offensive capabilities are undeniable, his inability to adapt or maintain composure cost his team the match.”

Bakugo made a sound like a grenade being pulled apart with bare hands that made even All Might’s smile twitched.

“And finally,” Yaoyorozu said, turning toward the still-muttering Iida, “Iida displayed commendable speed and persistence, applying pressure to Uraraka as expected. However, his rigid adherence to linear pursuit left him vulnerable to disruption. His downfall was not entirely his fault, Bakugo’s reckless blast clipped him, but his inability to anticipate such risks highlights a need for greater adaptability in chaotic environments.”

Iida froze mid self-lecture, eyes wide behind his glasses. “Ah. I…see.”

All Might’s smile stayed bright, heroic, poster-ready, But inside?

‘…Good lord, she said way more than I expected…’

He cleared his throat, refastened his sunshine, and boomed:

“Thank you, Young Yaoyorozu! A very thorough explanation!”

He wiped a bead of sweat from his temple in a way he hoped no one noticed.

“In any case,” he continued, turning toward Izuku, “Midoriya was indeed the MVP. Teamwork and strategy are vital! And while it’s rare to have an opponent whose personal grudge can be weaponized, using it to secure victory is…well…good thinking!”

He punctuated this with a hearty thumbs-up straight out of a commercial.

Izuku lit up like someone had plugged him into a socket. “I-thank you, All Might!” His voice cracked. He didn’t even car

Top 10 best moments of his entire life. Maybe top five. 

Meanwhile, somewhere behind that massive grin, All Might had a quieter thought brewing.

‘He’s doing well. Better than I expected…especially without proper guidance yet.’ A swell of pride warmed his chest. ‘I need to make time for him. I owe him that much.’

He straightened up again and slapped his hands together, and announced:

“Now then! Let’s move on to the next match!”

 

Izuku settled in with the rest of the spectators, notebook appearing in his hands from God knows where. He flipped to a new page, muttering softly to himself while scribbling .

“Kirishima’s quirk activates instantly… no visual strain… defensive application is high but offensive output varies… maybe compression? Or focused density? If he trains muscle groups independently–”

A sharp eyebrow twitched nearby.

Jiro turned her head slightly, earphone jacks swaying, and stared at him with a look that said: Dude. Volume control. Izuku squeaked an apology, lowered his voice, and kept writing.

They were watching Kirishima, Sero, Tokoyami, and Asui’s match now, and Izuku’s nerd engine revved to 300%. His notes went from “observations” to full dissertations. The page was starting to look like the conspiracy board of a caffeinated detective.

But then he suddenly felt a presence at his shoulder.

A very too-close presence.

Izuku blinked up and nearly levitated out of his skin.

Yaoyorozu stood beside him, posture perfect, hands folded politely behind her back as she leaned in just enough to examine his notes. Her expression was thoughtful, the kind of thoughtful that made him feel like a science project she intended to ace.

He flailed so hard his notebook nearly smacked Ojiro in the head “Ah! S-sorry! I-I didn’t notice-uh….I didn’t mean-!”

Yaoyorozu jerked back slightly, looking just as startled. “Oh! My apologies, Midoriya! I didn’t mean to invade your space. You were muttering such… insightful things. I became curious about your documentation.”

Izuku tried to calm his wildly sprinting heart.

‘Okay. Look at her eyes. Not her costume. EYES. She has eyes. They’re right there. Look at the eyes. Not the… physics defying—. EYES.’

He nodded rapidly, gripping the notebook like a shield.

“O-oh! It’s nothing special! Just some thoughts. Theories. Notes. Adjustments. Possible quirk synergies. Combat counters. Training pathways. Contingency plans. Emergency plans. Backup contingency plans—”

“I see,” Momo murmured, leaning just a little closer.

Too close, WAY too close.

She tilted her head, studying his sketches with rapt interest.

“These are… remarkably detailed,” she said softly. “You’ve even mapped out Kirishima’s likely stamina limits. And projected countermeasures for his blind spots. You’re very observant.”

Izuku turned red so fast it looked like someone slapped a filter over him.

Yaoyorozu gave a gentle little gesture toward his notebook, eyes bright with curiosity.

“May I…see your notes?”

Izuku froze, then nodded stiffly like a marionette whose strings were suddenly being yanked by a panicked bird. “O-oh! Um–yes? I mean, sure! They’re not really that good though! It’s just a just a hobby, really, nothing special”

Momo hummed, already opening the notebook.

She blinked at the number. Volume 13.

He has thirteen of these.

She flipped through a few pages, her expression shifting with each turn.

“This… level of detail…” she muttered under her breath, fingers gliding over a page filled with diagrams, flow charts, estimated cooldown windows, emotional triggers, and potential counter-synergies.

She flipped.

And flipped.

And flipped.

Her brow twitched.

“Midoriya,” she whispered, “what is your source for all of this?”

Izuku let out a tiny, nervous laugh.

“Oh, uh—mostly online stuff! And, um…observations.”

Momo slowly looked up.

‘HE GOT ALL OF THIS JUST FROM OBSERVING?!’

Her face didn’t scream it. But her soul did.

Momo continued turning pages until she reached a new section, one labeled “Class 1-A.”

…They had known each other for one day.

And this section was already several pages long.

She skimmed Kirishima’s analysis. Then Sero’s. Then Shoji’s. Her eyes widened by millimeters each time

Then finally she reached her own page.

Momo’s expression didn’t change much, just a slight narrowing of the eyes, the gentle furrow of someone encountering an unexpected equation. She scanned the text, lips parting the tiniest bit before she murmured:

“These observations are… quite accurate. Some of these theories are approaches I’ve already tested. But…” She tapped a specific line with her fingertip. “What did you mean by this?”

Izuku leaned over carefully, very carefully, as if proximity alone might trigger his self-destruct quirk and saw the sentence she was referring to.

It was a simple one, written in his neat, frantic handwriting:

Is she limited only to recreating existing designs, or can she innovate beyond them?”

Izuku brightened like someone turned on the sun inside him.

“Oh! That!” He flailed once, because that was mandatory, then continued with earnest energy.
“I was just wondering if your quirk only makes things that already exist, or if you can…expand on them. Like..uh…like a staff that uses fewer materials but keeps the same durability. Or your cannon from training, could you alter the inside of the barrel? Change the chamber? Make it more efficient than the original blueprint?”

Momo blinked.

And blinked again.

She had never…actually asked herself that question.

Combine materials? Alter blueprints? Create an improved version of something instead of reproducing it?

Wait.

Wait.

WAIT. CAN SHE ACTUALLY DO THAT?

She looked back at his notebook with the dawning horror of a prodigy realizing they might’ve been playing on easy mode their whole life.

Before she could voice any of it, All Might’s booming voice cut cleanly through the air.

“Yaoyorozu! You’re up next! Please prepare with your teammate!”

Momo straightened instantly. “Understood!”

She closed the notebook and handed it back to Izuku with both hands, as though returning a sacred relic.

Izuku took it with the same level of panic one would have catching a falling infant.

Mineta, standing beside him, was vibrating with rage so intense he resembled a purple pressure cooker.

“I can’t believe this,” he hissed under his breath. “He gets to talk to a supermodel genius and I get… NOTHING?! Life is cruel. Unfair. Rigged!”

Izuku, meanwhile, tried very hard not to think about the fact that Momo had been standing extremely close.

An hour flew by, filled with explosions, screaming, teamwork, screaming, impressive quirks, and, of course, more screaming.

By the time the last team finished, Class 1A collectively looked like they had just sat through fifteen rollercoasters with no seatbelts. In other words: their first heroics class was officially done.

Bakugo walked toward the changing rooms with the emotional equivalent of a thundercloud glued to his skull. His teeth were clenched so tightly it was a miracle they weren’t grinding into diamonds.

He replayed one match in his head over and over, the Todoroki one.

‘Stupid perfect bastard.’

Bakugo hated it, hated the realization creeping up on him like a slow, smug ghost.

He couldn’t beat him.

He couldn’t beat him yet, his pride snapped, but the thought alone tasted like ash. He was supposed to be the best. Supposed to be the strongest. Supposed to crush these extras beneath his boots and leave nothing but blasting smoke behind.

And yet today?

He lost to Deku.

He watched an overpowered half-and-half asshole take the field without breaking a sweat.

He saw other students doing cool things, impressive things, smart things–

No. No. Absolutely not.

He was not going to be left behind.

He’d get stronger. Stronger than all of them combined. Strong enough that the next time he saw any of their smug faces, they’d be the ones eating dirt.

He stormed ahead with twice as much anger as muscle mass.

Meanwhile, the rest of the day rolled on.

Afternoon classes returned to the soft, deceptively normal world of academic heroics—laws, ethics, scenario breakdowns. A few students struggled to adjust to the psychological whiplash of going from “fight your classmates in a simulated building” to “please open your textbooks to page 47 and define ‘reasonable force.’”

By the time they reached the end of school, everyone was mentally and physically wrung out

Chairs scraped. Bags were zipped. Half the class looked ready to nap on their desks until morning.

Izuku stretched, wincing slightly at how sore his arms were, he’d definitely gone a little too hard against Bakugo, but in fairness Bakugo had tried to commit at least six different kinds of homicide, so, you know. Even trade.

He stood up.

“Midoriya?”

His entire spine went rigid.

Momo Yaoyorozu’s voice. Calling his name. Calm, elegant, with impeccable posture that somehow made the moment feel like a spotlight found him.

He turned, stiff as a rusty hinge.

“Y-Y-Yes-I mean…yes?! Did you—was there…something? That you…um…needed?”

Izuku’s brain was still buffering when she tilted her head slightly and asked, as casually as if she were asking the time:

“Are you busy this weekend?”

Izuku stared.

Blink.

Blink blink.

“…Eh?”

The sound he made was so small and so confused that Mina, across the room, gasped like she was witnessing a historical event unfold. Her hands shot to her mouth, eyes sparkling like a shipper who’d just been handed exclusive lore.

Mineta, in contrast, slowly sank into his chair with the tortured rage of a gremlin who had watched the universe gift someone else a rare legendary item.

“WHAT?! It’s only the second day!” he hissed under his breath. “He’s getting asked out already?! Life is cruel! CRUEL!”

Meanwhile, Izuku was still trying to load the question like a glitchy video player.

‘Busy… weekend… weekend means Saturday and Sunday… weekend is usually… dishes… training… meals with Mom…wait what did she ask? WHY did she ask? WHY ME-’

He snapped back to reality before he spiraled into orbit.

“O-Oh! Um! I–I don’t think I have any plans right now,” he managed. “But I do need to check with… uh… someone first. Just in case.”

Momo nodded, completely unfazed.

“That’s fine,” she said, lifting her phone. “We can exchange contact information after you confirm. I wanted to ask your insight on a few things regarding my quirk. Some of your notes may lead to significant breakthroughs.”

Izuku’s mind did a full reboot.

Keyword detected: QUIRK.

And just like that, he transformed visibly into Excited Research Goblin Mode.

“Oh! Yes! Of course! I’d love to help!” His voice jumped an octave. “T-The theoretical limit of your lipid conversion efficiency and the ratio of polymer integrity to structural mass is actually something I had a thought about earlier and if we take into account the laws of—!”

He had already pulled out his phone.

They exchanged numbers.

She smiled. He smiled.

The room collectively went OOOOHHH??!

And then, he realized what just happened.

He froze.

His phone lit up with a new contact: Yaoyorozu Momo

A classmate.

A girl.

A girl who wasn’t Nejire or his mom or his aunt.

‘…M-My social status… is evolving…’

Before he could fully combust, Ochaco jogged over with a bright grin.

“Oh! If we’re exchanging, can we swap too, Deku?”

He swallowed air wrong.

Then Iida marched over, literally marched.

“It would be most prudent for all of us to share contact information so we may coordinate assignments and emergencies!”

And then it happened.

The entire class migrated into a contact-exchange mob.

Phones out. Brightness maxed.

“Hey, Midoriya, mine too!”

“OH! Add me, add me!!”

“Does anyone have a group chat?”

“Let’s make one now!”

“No Mineta you cannot name it the Thirst Patrol”

“WHY NOT?!”

Izuku stood in the center, his soul flickering in and out like a dying lantern.

His once three-contact phone list exploded into a full grid of faces.

It was too much.

Too overwhelming.

Too… actual social interaction.

‘…I’m…popular???’

His brain quietly blue-screened.

His eyes had that glazed, glassy shine of a man whose soul was temporarily out of service. He just… stood there. Motionless. Like someone had unplugged him and forgotten to plug him back in.

Uraraka gently poked his shoulder.

“Uh… Deku? You okay?”

No response.

She tried again, a tiny push this time. He rocked slightly, like a tree nudged by a breeze, but didn’t actually react. Iida began chopping the air beside him in panic

“He is malfunctioning! He is completely unresponsive! Midoriya, blink twice if you require medical–Midoriya? MIDORIYA?!”

That was his state all the way to the gates, where Nejire was waiting.

And Nejire, who knew every single shade of her boyfriend’s dorkiness, took one look at the faraway stare and frowned.

“What happened to my dumbass boyfriend?”

Uraraka flailed like she’d been caught doing something illegal.

“I-I don’t know! We were just exchanging contact info and he was fine and then he wasn’t!”

Iida pointed dramatically at Izuku’s lifeless body posture.

“He has not responded to visual OR verbal stimuli for the last five minutes! If you know a method of rebooting him, please-!”

Nejire placed a hand on her hip, then on his shoulder, then she leaned up, just enough, to tip his head down slightly and reach his ears and she whisper his name

Izuku~” her in that low, warm, velvety tone she used specifically to short-circuit him.

It worked instantly.

Izuku snapped upright with a strangled squeak, stumbling three steps back as his face turned crimson. His entire system rebooted in real time.

Nejire smirked, crossing her arms.

“There he is,” she said. “Welcome back. Are you awake now?”

Izuku nodded so fast he could’ve powered a wind turbine. Her breath alone was still echoing in his brain.

Satisfied, Nejire eased beside him as the four of them started walking toward the station.

“So?” she asked, casual but attentive. “How was your day?”

Izuku held his bag in both hands like a polite schoolboy who had never experienced trauma in his life.

“Um… we had our battle trial today,” he said. “And I… got Bakugo as my opponent.”

Nejire’s eyebrow twitched upward.

Before she could ask, Ochaco jumped in arms waving, voice bright.

“He was so COOL! He punched Bakugo in the gut and flipped him and everything! Like–WHOOSH! BAM! And then Deku was all tactical and smart and–”

Izuku turned a deeper red with every sound effect.

Then Iida added, pushing his glasses up like a disappointed mother.

“It would have been preferable if Midoriya had not mimicked Bakugo’s vulgar language during his taunts. Otherwise, his strategy was extremely well executed.”

Nejire froze.

Taunts?

Her eyes slowly slid to her boyfriend.

“…Taunts?” she repeated.

Izuku made a noise that was somewhere between a squeak and a dying microwave.

“It–it was nothing!” he insisted, hands flapping. “Just–just some name calling. Very basic. Very childish. Extremely childish. Like, toddler-tier–”

Nejire tilted her head. Knowing it was bullshit she turned away from him and faced Ochaco and Iida “Tell me,” she said sweetly. “Every detail.”

“W-Wait, Nejire–!”

Too late.

Half an hour later, they were outside a fast-food restaurant, trays loaded with food, and Nejire Hado was doubled over in her plastic chair laughing like she’d just discovered a new religion.

“Oh my god–” she wheezed, slapping the table. “You actually called him a–pffft–sweat grenade jackass?!”

Izuku’s forehead was on the table, steaming. He looked like someone had placed him on simmer mode.

“I panicked…” he muttered into the wood. “…and I was terrified on the inside…”

Ochaco was munching on her burger with sparkly-eyed joy, Iida, sitting primly with a sandwich and soda, cleared his throat.

“It was certainly…spirited,” he said. “And while I do not condone the language, it was tactically effective.”

Nejire wiped tears from her eyes, finally catching her breath.

“My idiot,” she said fondly. “Standing up to Baku-bitch of all people. I’m so proud. I can’t wait to tell your mom.”

Izuku made a sound of mortal fear.

Meanwhile, the only reason they even had food was because Nejire insisted on treating them…until Iida stepped in with enough polite determination to flip a car.

“I simply must contribute,” he had declared, already marching inside with the posture of a knight going into battle. “It is improper to allow a senior to shoulder all the costs!”

Nejire had just watched him go, hands clasped behind her back, expression halfway between charmed amusement and quiet disbelief.

Now, minutes later, Izuku finally raised his head and reached for his All Might Deluxe Burger, something he had absolutely one hundred percent not asked for.

“Nejire,” he mumbled as he unwrapped it, “you really didn’t have to buy me this. The plain one was fine.”

“Nope,” she said, popping a fry into her mouth. “You survived Bakugo and used foul language. That’s worth premium calories.”

Izuku’s face went pink again, but this time he didn’t hide.

He took a bite.

Ochaco hummed happily over her food.

Iida sipped his soda with disciplined dignity.

Nejire propped her chin on her hand, still grinning at Izuku like he’d just performed a magic trick.

 

It was after that little fast-food debrief that everyone finally split off, waving their goodbyes and promising to text later. Izuku and Nejire found themselves alone, walking side-by-side down the quiet evening street.

Izuku, predictably, was already scribbling furiously in his notebook, steps automatic, eyes glued to the page. Nejire’s class had apparently done their own hero training that day, and she was casually listing off the quirks her classmates used.

“And then there’s Kazaragi,” she said, hands tucked behind her back. “He can ignite his hair. And he can throw it like whips.”

Izuku’s eyes sparkled. His pencil nearly snapped under sheer excitement.

“That–that’s amazing,” he muttered, flipping to a fresh page. “If he controls the ignition timing….maybe propulsion, maybe preheated keratin…wait, wait, what about smoke output–”

Nejire smiled softly, watching him orbit the sun of his own nerdiness.

She let him ramble for another minute before casually dropping a conversational bomb.

“So,” she said lightly, “we haven’t gone on an actual date yet.”

Izuku’s pencil froze mid-stroke.

Then his whole body did.

“D-Date?” he squeaked, head snapping up.

Nejire shrugged, all innocent menace. “Mm-hmm. I mean, sure, our hangouts could count… but I was thinking more along the lines of a proper boyfriend-and-girlfriend date.” She tilted her head. “I want to see what the fuss is about. Apparently, dates are supposed to be ‘special.’”

Izuku’s brain briefly forgot how to regulate heat because suddenly, he was overheating like a cheap laptop.

‘Oh god right. She’s my girlfriend. She’s still my girlfriend. I didn’t hallucinate that, right?’

He swallowed, cheeks warm.

“Oh–uh–right! Yeah! I–I mean, I’d love that.”

 “So any plans for the weekend?”

He was ready to say nope, totally free, when the memory of Momo asking him about meeting up shot through his mind like a warning siren.

He opened his mouth.

He closed it.

He opened it again.

Nejire blinked at him, curious.

And that’s when deep within the spiraling, overheated maze of his mind: the Council of Midoriyas slammed their imaginary conference table.

A dozen mini-Izukus in tiny suits appeared, all panicking at different intensities.

Leader Izuku: “We must consider honesty. Communication is vital in a relationship.”

Neutral Izuku: “We were asked a question. It is a simple social exchange.”

Copium Izuku: “She won’t mind. She’s supportive! She trains us! Everything is fine!”

Panic Izuku: “NO BECAUSE WHAT IF SHE THINKS YOU’RE CHEATING AND SHE KILLS YOU??”

Full-On Panic Izuku: “I CAN’T DIE I STILL HAVE HOMEWORK.”

Angry Izuku: “WHY DID YOU SAY YES TO YAOYOROZU. WHY. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU.”

Pessimistic Izuku: “This is it. This is how we die. Not even in a cool way. In a social misunderstanding.”

Izuku Who Cannot Believe Real Izuku Did That: “…she literally stood next to us reading our notes earlier. You absolute buffoon.”

All of them turned to Real Izuku at once.

Leader Izuku cleared his throat.

“Conclusion: We cannot simply say ‘another girl asked me out.’ We must… finesse this.”

Izuku, outside his head, stood perfectly still, staring forward, sweating lightly.

Nejire raised a brow.

“You okay?” she asked.

Izuku for all his worth, all his hours of training, all his tenuous grasp on social awareness, made a brave, terrible decision.

He trusted his mouth.

“Yes! I…uh…so one of my classmates kinda asked me to meet up this weekend to help with her quirk.”

Silence.

Actual, genuine silence.

Nejire blinked once.

Then again.

Then she shrugged, completely unfazed.

“That’s fine. Means we can plan our date more.”

Izuku’s brain stopped.

Completely.

In the back of his skull, the Council of Midoriyas collectively fell out of their chairs. Papers flew. Someone screamed. Someone passed out. Leader Izuku was slapping everyone with a clipboard trying to get order back.

‘Wait—she’s okay with it?!’

Izuku must’ve said part of that out loud because Nejire tilted her head, looking genuinely confused.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

Izuku sputtered helplessly. “B-Because it’s another girl! Asking to h-hang out! Aren’t you worried I might be–cheating….or something?”

Nejire stared at him.

Not angry.

Not jealous.

Just… with the expression of a woman who heard the most stupidest thing ever

“…Would you actually cheat on me?” she asked flatly.

Izuku’s answer was immediate, instinctive, and loud enough that a cat in a nearby alley ran for its life.

“No! Never! I would never do that!”

Nejire nodded as if that settled the physics of the universe.

“Then see? I trust you.”

Izuku opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it. His brain was melting like cheap ice cream on hot pavement.

Nejire, meanwhile, looked increasingly amused.

She reached up and ruffled his curls, because of course she did, messing his hair until he squeaked.

“True though,” she said lightly, “if people actually got to know you, you’d probably reel girls in. You’re kind of a diamond in the rough once someone looks properly.”

Izuku short-circuited again, face red enough to power a lighthouse.

But she wasn’t done.

Not even close.

Her fingers slid down from his hair and hooked into his tie. She tugged him down, gently until they were inches apart. Close enough that he forgot how lungs worked. Close enough that the world blurred out around her.

“But I’m not worried. Why?” Her voice dropped, soft, confident, warm enough to burn him alive.

“You’re mine.”

Izuku gulped, hard enough that his Adam’s apple visibly bobbed. He nodded once—tiny, shaky, but real.

“…Y-Yeah,” he whispered. “I’m yours.”

Nejire’s smile softened into something warm and smug at the same time, a mix only she could pull off so effortlessly. She didn’t let go of not even a little. If anything, she curled her fingers more snugly into the fabric and she admitted, privately, deep in that place she never let anybody see…it felt really good hearing him say that.

Without warning she turned on her heel, taking his tie, and therefore him, along with her in a gentle tug that sent him stumbling after her like a startled duckling.

“Come on,” she said, tone airy but undeniably teasing. “Let’s get moving before your mom worries. Don’t want her calling the police to report her missing child.”

“M-Missing? Nejire, wait, I can walk on my own!” Izuku yelped, flailing as he tried to both not trip and not choke at the same time.

“Mmhm,” she hummed, dragging him anyway with the casual ease of someone pulling along a very soft, very flustered balloon on a string.

By the time they reached his apartment building, Izuku had regained motor control but not dignity. Nejire ruffled his curls one last time, smirked at his glowing cheeks, then walked to her home. He stood there for a solid five seconds before he remembered how doors worked.

Later that night, Izuku happily chatted with his mother over dinner, giving her the rundown of his day: classes, battle training, his victory, the quirk notes, everyone sharing contact info, normal, easy conversation.

But beneath all that, his thoughts were looping like a tape stuck in rewind.

Nejire pulling him close.

Nejire training him

Nejire whispering in his ear.

Nejire saying you’re mine with a confidence that rearranged his soul.

He didn’t even realize he’d drifted off into space until:

“Izuku?” Inko waved a hand in front of his face. “Honey? Sweetie? You’re… staring at the wall.”

Izuku jolted upright. “I-I’m fine! Totally! Perfectly fine! Normal!”

Inko gave the most motherly look ever invented. That soft, warm stare that said my child is lying and I love him anyway but I’m going to get the truth out of him because that’s my job.

“Izuku,” she sighed gently, “you’ve been my son since the day you were born. I knew the moment I looked at you that ‘I’m fine’ usually means the exact opposite.”

He blinked.

Then wilted.

“…Yeah,” he murmured. “Sorry, Mom.”

Her expression softened.

“If something’s bothering you, you don’t have to keep it all in,” she added. “You can tell me. Even if it’s embarrassing. Especially then.”

He fiddled with the hem of his sleeve, eyes drifting down to the table.

“Actually…” He swallowed. “What… what does love mean to you?”

Inko blinked.

Izuku blinked.

Inko blinked again, this time slower, as if loading an emotional update patch.

Then it hit.

Her eyes welled up instantly.

“Oh….oh my goodness–MY BABY BOY IS ALL GROWN UP!”

“Mom!”

“You’re asking about LOVE—my sweet little Izuku, my sunshine!”

“M-Mom the neighbors—”

“They can let it flood, I don’t care!” she cried into her hands, tears now overflowing like a burst pipe. “My son has a girlfriend and is asking about LOVE-!”

Izuku scrambled desperately to shush her before the downstairs tenants started banging on the ceiling with brooms again.

Notes:

And that' a wrap.

Originally this was suppose to be First day in Ua up to the USJ or atleast teasing the sports festival. But I was already 60+ chapters deep and I might just be milking it too much and might not have a proper direction for the story. I hoped you guy enjoyed this one as I do know that some of you love this dynamic. So here's to hoping I didn't ruin it.

Also with MHA ending I just wanto to say thank you for reading my story/stories. This is not the end for me, I still have some stories in my brain that needs to be let out. But if this is the last time you see this, as you guys move on to other anime/fandoms. Thank you for all the support, for the Kudos, and everything.

Chapter 66: My Quirk Is Apparently Attracting Women (Help)

Summary:

Izuku Midoriya is quirkless, overworked, and just wants to go home in peace. Unfortunately, this proves impossible when a growing number of women seem determined to flirt with him, adopt him, or outright move into his personal space.

As Izuku navigates office gossip, unexpected visitors, and his own terminal politeness, one thing becomes painfully clear: lacking a quirk does not make life simpler. If anything, it’s made him a magnet for attention he never asked for and absolutely cannot handle.

Notes:

And here we are with another chapter. This story is a quirkless Izuku and he is older than canon. This premise or idea has been stuck in my head for a while now and I just didn't know how to.....flesh it out. It's very weird for me now to make stories that are just fun, doesn't really have a plot or an arc to follow it just centers around this premise in my head that Izuku is quirkless...but damn he still attracts women.

Hope you enjoy this

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Izuku always left work at the same time that soft late-evening hour when the sky was bruised purple and the streets had started to trade their heat for a cooler, quieter breeze. It fit him. Not dramatic, not flashy, nothing loud. Just…steady. Reliable. Background-character energy in the best way.

He adjusted the strap of his bag on his shoulder as he walked the familiar route home, footsteps falling into that easy rhythm his days usually had. One block of convenience stores, two blocks of small restaurants, then the turn into the residential lane where everything smelled faintly like laundry detergent and someone’s outdoor grill.

Thirty years old. Quirkless. Graduate of UA’s General Education program, Class C.

‘Thirty’ he repeated to himself

It wasn’t bad, actually.

His life wasn’t what he dreamed of as a kid, standing tall in a hero suit, grinning for the cameras, saving people with a power he never had, but it wasn’t empty either. There had been one moment, one stupid moment, where he’d stepped in front of a moving truck to shove a kid out of harm’s way. He remembered the cold panic, the screech of tires, the way his heart seized and how everything inside him felt….quiet. Then the sudden yank backward from a pro hero he later learned had been patrolling the area.

They praised him. Then scolded him so hard he nearly cried on the pavement.

Then something in him… settled. He wasn’t a hero. He wasn’t special. 

But he was happy. He lived his dream for a day…one day…and that was enough.

UA still welcomed him. General Ed wasn’t glamorous, but he excelled. Top of his class. Got to study under actual pro heroes, even if he wasn’t in their combat courses. He interned, researched, project-managed, and somehow turned “quirkless kid with a lot of notebooks” into “quirkless adult who knows how to run an entire analytics division.”

And it was good. Quiet, respectable, stable. He could help his mom. He had coworkers who liked him. A terrifyingly stoic boss who valued his work. A closet full of hero merch because some things never changed.

Yeah. Life was…alright.

He reached the front of his apartment complex, pushing open the glass door with the same tired arm motion every day. The lobby hummed faintly. He took the stairs instead of the elevator and by the time he hit the third floor, the evening breeze had cooled him off from the summer humidity outside.

As always, the door next to his opened just a crack.

“Oh! Midoriya dear, welcome home,” Mrs. Yamagata said, her smile warm enough to bake cookies with. “Your wife is inside already.”

Izuku blinked. “My…what?”

“She’s such a sweet young lady,” the old woman continued, completely ignoring his soul leaving his body. “I gave her some pudding! I bought too many again.”

“Oh. Oh! That’s…very kind,” he managed, smiling weakly. Inside, tiny panic bells were playing a whole symphony. ‘Wife? Wife?! Who….who is it this time….’

He turned toward his own door slowly, as if approaching a cursed artifact. ‘Okay. Okay. It might be nothing. Maybe it’s just Mitsuki. She loves messing with me. It could absolutely be her. Yes. Yes, she probably stole my spare key again. That’s…fine. Manageable. Chaotic, but manageable.’

He took a breath, steeled himself, and unlocked the door.

Warm air drifted out.

Warm air that smelled like spices and simmering broth and the faint crisp of something searing perfectly on a pan.

Izuku froze in the doorway.

A blonde head popped out from the kitchen, hair tied up loosely, apron wrapped around her like she had always belonged in it.

Ryukyu, a Top 10 hero,  smiled at him. A soft, domestic, absolutely illegal smile.

“Welcome home, Izuku. Dinner will be ready soon.”

Izuku didn’t scream. He didn’t even breathe. He simply pivoted on his heel with the deadpan precision of a man who had already accepted his fate once before in life and refused to do it again.

Nope. Nope, nope, nope, he was not doing this tonight. He was going to march right back down those stairs and hide in the convenience store until she left.

He barely managed a single step before Ryukyu tackled him from behind like she was catching a falling civilian, wrapped an arm around his waist, and began dragging him gently 

“Izuku” she scolded lightly, “it’s rude to leave before tasting dinner.”

“I…I wasn’t leaving,” Izuku tried, hands half-raised like he was reasoning with a wild animal. “I was just going to buy… soda?”

He winced. Even to his own ears it sounded weak.

Ryukyu hummed, unimpressed. Her chin rested on his shoulder, warm and feather-light, which made concentrating extremely difficult. “You don’t have to. I already bought some.”

“Oh.” He blinked, searching frantically for an escape hatch in his mind. “Well-uh….I like… cherry. Yes. Cherry. Cherry soda.”

Her arms tightened slightly, the way one might gently secure a very stubborn cat. “I bought cherry too.”

“…Of course you did.” That came out in a whisper of defeat.

Ryukyu effortlessly hoists him forward, guiding him toward the living room as if he weighed nothing. He let his feet shuffle along helplessly, shoulders slumping in resignation. This was by his count the fifth time this month she’d broken in.

At some point, he’d stopped trying to understand how she kept getting in. Spare keys? Lockpicking? Quiet force? Telepathic dragon intuition? Who knew.

He should call the police. He knew that. He really did.

Trespassing. Unlawful entry. Complete disregard for his privacy…

But then she’d made soup. And reorganized his pantry alphabetically. And left him little sticky notes that said things like Eat lunch today or Remember to hydrate.

And he simply… didn’t have the heart.

He sat down on the couch with a resigned plop, Ryukyu still holding onto him as if worried he’d bolt again.

He opened his mouth to try to explain that he at least needed time to mentally prepare when suddenly the door exploded inward.

It was a miracle the hinges didn’t scream.

“HONEY, I’M HOME!”

Izuku flinched so hard he nearly folded in half. Ryukyu only sighed like this was absolutely normal

Miruko blurred into the room like kinetic chaos incarnate. Before Izuku could process the incoming white-and-gray missile, she dove straight into his lap.

One hop.

Two hops.

A triumphant wiggle.

Then she settled herself squarely across his thighs like a rabbit staking claim on a prime cushion.

Izuku stared down at her.

Miruko stared up at him, bright-eyed, smug, already making herself comfortable as she adjusted his shirt like this was her rightful territory.

“Midoriya,” she greeted with a warm chuff. “You’re late.”

“I…I live here,” he muttered weakly.

Ryukyu simply placed a hand on his shoulder, a silent There, there, as if this were part of some routine checklist.

Izuku didn’t know when this became normal.

He used to have a normal life. A boring, peaceful, spreadsheet-filled existence with predictable schedules and predictable dinners and a predictable lack of powerful women using his apartment like a rotating safe-house-meets-dating-lounge.

And then, somehow one morning he was fine and suddenly the entire month after that had been nothing but pro heroines showing up uninvited.

In his kitchen.

On his couch

On his bed.

On his lap.

Either asking him out… or making themselves so comfortable it was implied.

He rubbed his forehead, Miruko’s ears brushing his chin as she snuggled closer with zero shame.

‘How… how did it come to this?’ he wondered, staring at the ceiling like it might have answers.

He honestly had no idea.

Really, none. Zip. The mental equivalent of static on an old TV screen.

And if someone stopped him right now…preferably after removing Miruko from his lap like one might dislodge a very determined cat and asked:

Midoriya, how can you not be excited? You’ve got gorgeous, single pro heroines literally throwing themselves at you.

He would have a perfectly reasonable answer.

Well… reasonable to him.

It wasn’t that he didn’t notice them. Oh, he noticed. He was quirkless, not blind. The attention alone was enough to make his brain fizz like shaken soda. He got flustered, nervous, warm-eared, he was painfully aware that objectively attractive, powerful women were in his apartment at all hours treating him like he was the prize at the end of a hero event.

But accepting their feelings?

That was… trickier.

He just didn’t believe it.

Not fully.

Oh, don’t get him wrong, it’s… flattering. Really flattering.

He could admit that much.

The problem was that he kept assuming they were just being nice. Or teasing him. Or bored. Or doing the hero version of charity work.

Especially Miruko.

He glanced at her. She was already half-dozing, ears twitching lazily under his palm. A picture of peace. Unbothered. Absolutely at home where she was.

‘She’s just… comfortable around me,’ he thought, trying to ground himself. ‘That’s all. I helped her once, and heroes probably get weird attachments sometimes. Maybe it’s like… imprinting.’

He still remembered that night vividly.

Miruko had stumbled into the street, bleeding and refusing medical help, muttering something about her house being “like twenty hops away” while her vision was clearly doing somersaults.

Izuku had had exactly two thoughts:

One: Oh no, she’s going to collapse.

Two: Oh no, she is absolutely going to collapse on the sidewalk in front of my building.

He’d panicked, flailed, and ended up catching her when her knees finally buckled, half dragging, half carrying her inside. He patched her up with trembling hands, fed her something warm, and tried to convince her to rest until a medic could come.

He didn’t expect her to stay.

He definitely didn’t expect her to keep staying.

Couch? She sprawled on top of him like a feral hot-water bottle.

Bed? She curled into his chest 

Anywhere else? She’d find him. Every time.

So, obviously, she was just…being kind?

…Right?

He wasn’t sure anymore.

Ryukyu, meanwhile, had taken advantage of his distracted spiraling.

Izuku blinked when a spoon appeared in front of his face, held with patient gentleness.

“Open,” Ryukyu murmured, sitting beside him with her legs folded neatly, as if this were the most natural scene in the world.

He stared at the spoon.

Then at her.

Then back at the spoon.

“I…um…I can feed myself,” he tried weakly.

“Yes,” she agreed, in that serene, completely unshakeable tone of hers. “But I want to.”

And because resistance had a roughly 0% success rate when it came to her, he sighed…opened his mouth… and let the spoonful of warm, perfectly seasoned food melt on his tongue.

Miruko stirred in his lap, ears flicking.

“Hey,” she mumbled sleepily without opening her eyes, “don’t spoil him too much. That’s my job. My territory.”

Ryukyu smiled softly, another spoonful ready. “We can share.”

Izuku, caught between both of them, let out a tiny, defeated noise into the void.

 

Izuku’s alarm clock blared its usual morning beep, far too cheerful for the hour in his opinion.

He slapped the button with a groan, blinking against the soft morning light slipping through his curtains. His body tried to rise out of habit…and met immediate resistance.

A familiar, warm, heavy resistance.

He sighed.

‘Please… please let it just be one today…’

He turned his head left. White hair. A pointed ear twitching. An arm draped firmly across his stomach.

Okay. Miruko. Expected.

He turned his head right.

Midnight.

Midnight, who absolutely had not been here last night when he went to sleep. Midnight, curled delicately against his side like a cat who had been here for hours.

Izuku stared at her in silence.

‘When. Did. You. Get here.’

She snuggled tighter, as if that answered anything.

With dread settling in, he lifted the sheets slightly to check

“Burnin?!” he whisper-yelped.

The green-haired flame heroine blinked up sleepily from where she lay sprawled directly across his torso like a starfish that had fallen asleep mid-dive.

“Mrgh…five more minutes…you make a good mattress…” she mumbled, then promptly face-planted back into his chest.

Izuku let his head thump back onto the pillow.

“Why… why me…?”

He made another attempt to sit up, pure optimism, reckless hope and immediately Miruko’s arm shot out, dragging him back down with the unyielding strength of someone who once suplexed a villain through a building.

“Stay,” she commanded, voice hoarse with sleep. “Warm.”

Burnin added her opinion by tightening her hold around his middle. “Yeah…comfy…”

Midnight, still half-asleep slid a leg over his and muttered, “We’re not done cuddling. Don’t fight it, sweetheart.”

Izuku tried, for the sake of dignity, to gently argue.

“I…I have work. Really. I can’t be late, I-”

“No,” all three murmured in perfect harmony.

He tried again. “But my boss–”

Midnight let out a soft laugh. “Your boss loves you. You could show up two hours late and she’d still thank you for your hard work.”

Miruko nuzzled into his shoulder. “Quit. Let us spoil you.”

Burnin raised her head slightly, eyes squinting open. “Yeah, yeah….money, right? Not a problem. I can cover rent, utilities, groceries, a yacht, whatever. Easy.”

Miruko bristled, ears perking. “I can spoil him more. Way more. Wife level spoiling.”

“Wife?” Burnin snorted. “As if you’re getting first dibs.”

Midnight stretched like a satisfied cat. “Ladies, please. It’s morning. If you want to fight over him, save it for after breakfast.”

Izuku just groaned into his hands.

This was his life now apparently.

It took a full few minutes before the trio finally began to stir properly, stretching and untangling themselves from him with the slow reluctance of people rising from a paradise they didn’t want to leave.

The moment they were coherent enough to walk in straight lines, the three heroines shuffled toward the bathroom like a sleepy stampede.

“Dibs on the hot water!” Burnin yelled.

“Nope, I’m in first,” Miruko countered, already picking up speed.

Midnight floated in after them with the grace of someone immune to mortal squabbles. “I’ll share with whoever behaves.”

Izuku sat up in bed, hair a complete mess, dignity hanging by a thread.

‘At least they’re responsible enough to go to work,’ he thought, rubbing his eyes. ‘That’s… something.’

He dragged himself to the kitchen, tying on an apron that had definitely once belonged to him and now existed in some shared domestic custody.

The fridge opened with a soft hum and, as always, it was absolutely packed. Eggs, vegetables, meat, fancy yogurts he didn’t remember buying, imported sodas, three kinds of energy drinks, vegetables that probably cost more than his monthly rent

The perks of having pro heroes constantly barge into his apartment, apparently, was that they brought groceries like offerings to a benevolent household deity.

Izuku grabbed a pan and sighed softly.

“Breakfast for four,” he muttered.

Because of course it was four today.

 

Morning at the office hit Izuku like a second alarm clock less loud, but somehow just as draining. Still, he smiled politely as he passed coworkers, murmuring greetings and waving like everything was perfectly fine. ‘Act normal. Pretend you didn’t almost die by cuddle suffocation,’ he told himself.

His office door clicked closed behind him, and he let out a long breath. Peace. Blessed, fragile peace.

He booted up his computer and began his morning ritual. Inbox. System notifications. Internal announcements. Quirk-tech updates. And finally, his personal favorite, checking if one of his coworkers had a meltdown and spammed him for help at 3 a.m.

A quick scroll.

Yep.

A wall of panicked messages from Yamada in R&D begging for someone to tell him why the new alloy sheet kept dissolving.

Izuku sighed. “At least it’s not exploding this time.”

Once the initial triage was done, he rolled his shoulders and settled in, feeling the faint spark of excitement he always got at this part of the day. This…this was the good stuff. The part of the job that made him feel alive.

Heroes and Quirks.

His company handled a bit of everything, sales, promotions, hero partnerships, but their real specialty was being the middle ground between all the industries that kept the hero world running. Support companies. Medical labs. Material suppliers. Hero agencies. Research institutions. They were the giant switchboard connecting everyone who needed something with everyone who could provide it.

And Izuku? He made sure every wire was plugged into the right spot.

His fingers danced across the keyboard as he pulled up the day’s cases. Quirk-tailored medical requests. Support item material chains. Agency equipment requisitions. The usual beautiful, chaotic tangle.

Take one of today’s examples: a support company needed a particular material for a new arm brace they were developing. Something sturdy, heat-resistant, and quirk-compatible with a client whose body temperature fluctuated by nearly 200 degrees depending on stress levels.

Normal metal? Nope. Too brittle.

Polymer? Maybe, if they wanted it to melt around the hero’s arm like fondue.

Izuku sent a message requesting details, skimmed the lab specs, then checked availability across three different suppliers.

Ah. There it was. A rare but perfect composite stored by a facility over in Saitama.

He typed up the request, routed it through the proper channels, and greenlit the transfer.

Easy.

At least… it looked easy. Behind the scenes? He was juggling five spreadsheets, fourteen subcategories, two databases, a color-coded alert system he absolutely did not copy from All Might memorabilia color palettes, and a schedule that required either superhuman organization or mild insanity.

But hey he liked this stuff.

The trickier cases added a bit of spice too.

Sometimes the materials didn’t match the user’s quirk profile. Sometimes the support design clashed with the quirk parameters. Sometimes the whole request was so mismatched he had to decline it outright or redirect it to a better-suited service.

And people always got nervous when he declined things. But honestly, it didn’t hurt the company one bit. If anything, it made it stronger because baked into his job description was one sacred rule:

No shortcuts.

Everything had to fit perfectly, functionally, safely, quirk-compatibly. If a hero’s support gear didn’t match their body or quirk, that was a disaster waiting to happen, and Izuku did not tolerate potential disasters. Not on his watch. Not on anyone’s.

And that was exactly why his department was one of the highest-rated in the industry, consistently.

Izuku stretched, cracked his knuckles, and leaned closer to the screen.

“Alright… what’s next?”

The universe, as always, heard his words and chose violence.

“Midoriya.”

His name cut through the quiet of his office with a tone so crisp and cold it could’ve frosted the windows. Izuku jolted, shoulders snapping upward like someone had plugged him into a low-voltage outlet. He knew that voice. He had heard that voice every single day for years.

Didn’t matter. Still terrifying.

He turned, already pushing up from his chair. “G-Good morning, Shizuka-san!”

Kiyomi Shizuka stood in his doorway, her usual unreadable expression perfectly in place, equal parts refined elegance and silent judgment.

Long dark hair, precise posture, immaculately tailored suit, and the kind of energy that made you instinctively sit up straighter and question every life choice you’d made up to that point.

She gave a small nod. “Midoriya.”

Her eyes flicked once around his office as if scanning it for anything out of order or proof of his sins. Then she stepped inside.

“I’m assigning you to a field research operation in Tokyo,” she said without preamble.

Izuku blinked, trying to keep up. “O-Of course. What’s the situation?”

“A client is requesting specifications for new support gear,” she explained. “Their quirk has…complications. Significant ones. They’ve had difficulty securing an appropriate provider, so the request has been escalated to us.”

Izuku nodded slowly, taking mental notes as she continued.

“You’ll be leaving next Tuesday. You may bring two people from your team. Coordinate logistics with Operations.”

“Understood,” he said. It came out a little more eager than he meant, because field work always lit up the nerdy part of his brain. Complicated quirk? Tricky support item? Cross-department collaboration? Yes. Inject the academic chaos directly into his veins, please.

He stood tall, hands politely clasped in front of him as Shizuka didn’t move.

At all.

She just…stayed there.

Still. Staring. Neutral face. Like a very judgmental statue.

Seconds ticked by.

Izuku swallowed. “Um… is… is there anything else you needed me to…”

Shizuka hummed, a soft thoughtful sound that somehow carried enough weight to make him brace for impact.

Then she shook her head once. “No. I was thinking of something.”

‘That doesn’t help my nerves at all,’ Izuku thought, smiling politely like a man awaiting his fate.

She turned smoothly, footsteps soft as she walked toward the door.

Then she stepped out, leaving him alone with his whirring thoughts and a faint scent of expensive perfume lingering in the doorway.

Izuku let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding.

“Field research…Tuesday…okay,” he murmured, sitting back down.

His inbox pinged again.

Of course it did.

 

Lunch in the office was always the same sort of comforting chaos, half-tired chatter, plastic containers snapping open, and the collective sigh of adults who were spiritually deceased but physically present. It was almost soothing, in its own tragic little way.

Izuku slipped into his usual seat at the long table, surrounded by a mix of his team and a few departments that had grafted themselves onto the group over the years. Familiar faces, familiar exhaustion.

“Hey, Midoriya.”

“Midoriya.”

“Bro, save us with your energy.”

Izuku laughed, setting down his neatly packed lunchbox. “I don’t have energy. I’m running on caffeine and moral obligation.”

He opened the lid, colorful, portioned, aesthetically arranged food revealing itself like a bento box commercial.

Immediately, the guys let out a collective whistle.

“Damn, man. Every day your lunch looks like a chef drama protagonist made it.”

“Mine looks like sadness between two slices of bread.”

“My wife packed mine,” another groaned. “And it still doesn’t look that good.”

Izuku rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. “It’s not that fancy… most of it’s just reheated from last night. I cooked a few batches because I knew I’d be busy.”

The women all sighed in unison, hands clasping their cheeks like they were admiring a rare kitten.

“Midoriya is such a perfect husband…”

“Responsible, organized, cooks, cleans…why is he single again?”

“Honestly criminal.”

Izuku blinked and almost dropped his chopsticks. “I-I’m not…it’s not–I just like meal prepping, it’s practical..”

One of the guys waved dismissively. “Girls these days are after muscles and money, dude. You could cook a Michelin meal and still lose to a guy who can do one-handed push-ups.”

The women shot the men a look of dramatic offense.

“How dare you stereotype us.”

“Yeah, really now.”

Then, without missing a beat, they all nodded among themselves.

“…Okay, but also true.”

“I mean, have you seen dating standards? They’re insane nowadays,” one of them said, leaning over her lunch. “My daughter just turned eighteen and her list of requirements is longer than my grocery run.”

“She wants a guy over six foot, built like a pro wrestler, kind, smart, makes six figures, emotionally available, has no trauma, comes with a dog, and looks like an idol,” another added.

“And he has to bake,” someone else chimed in.

Izuku chuckled softly, poking at his rice. “That…sounds impossible.”

“Oh it is,” the mother confirmed. “She’s going to be single until she’s thirty.”

Laughter rippled around the table. The midday sluggishness eased a little.

Then Kato, a man with terrible timing and even worse instincts leaned forward with narrowed eyes.

“Actually, speaking of impossible standards…Izuku, you and the boss got something going on?”

Izuku choked.

Violently.

Full-on coughing, eyes watering, hand thumping against his chest while everyone panicked around him.

“H-Huh?!” he wheezed.

Kato clapped him on the back helpfully in spirit, disastrously in execution. “Easy, easy. I’m just saying! The boss always personally goes to you for updates. News, requests, sudden changes, she could email, she could call, she could send smoke signals…BUT NO. She walks all the way to your office.”

One of the women pointed her chopsticks like she was delivering courtroom evidence. “And she goes to your office during lunch breaks when you’re not even there.”

Another raised a hand. “Also, there’s a bet going on.”

Izuku blinked. “…A what.”

“A bet,” they repeated proudly.

“A WHAT?!” Izuku’s voice cracked like a teenager discovering heartbreak and lactose intolerance at the same time.

Kato nodded, completely unbothered. “Yeah, on how long until you and the boss get together.”

Izuku stared at them, slack-jawed. His soul left his body, circled the office once, and came back just to be confused.

“I–there…what–” he sputtered, then finally managed to form words. “There is nothing going on! Nothing! First of all, that’s my boss. My boss. I am not suicidal enough to even think about dating my boss!”

“Sure, sure,” one of the guys teased, grinning.

Izuku pushed on, flustered. “And the reason she comes in person is probably because she needs to explain things directly! Some requests are complicated! Also my office has a couch, so she probably uses it during breaks”

The women immediately exchanged looks and leaned in like a pack of gossiping wolves.

“So…” one purred, “if she did ask you out… would you say yes?”

Izuku deflated like a sad balloon. “Why would you ask that? I am trying very hard not to get fired by even remotely thinking of my boss in that way.”

The table erupted into laughter, loud and warm and way too amused for his sanity.

He slumped back into his chair, poking at his rice with the resigned sorrow of a man who had been chewed up and spat out by workplace gossip.

He sighed. “I’m an adult now…but I still don’t understand women.”

A chorus of “that’s your problem right there” echoed around him as everyone returned to eating, chatting, and debating their kids’ ridiculous dating standards.

Izuku quietly took a bite of his food.

And wondered, not for the first time, how his life became… whatever this was.

 

Izuku sighed as he massaged the knot forming between his shoulder blades. A full day of paperwork, cross-checking data, and rescuing an intern from the fiery pit of their own incompetence… yeah, that would do it. He stepped out of the building and into the cool evening, stretching until his joints cracked like cheap fireworks.

“At least it’s over…” he muttered, already anticipating, dreading, his evening visitors. ‘Okay… who is it tonight? Pixiebob? Sirius? Bubble Girl?’ He winced. ‘Actually… Bubble Girl and Sirius wouldn’t be that bad. They don’t try to carry me away like a prize cow.’

He squinted up at the sky, contemplating his options with the dramatic weight of a man truly suffering.

“…Should I just move back in with Mom?”

The universe, ever listening and always unhelpful, answered immediately.

“I vote no! Unless she’s single and fun, in which case I wanna meet her!”

Izuku jolted so hard he nearly dropped his work folder. He whipped his head to the side.

Ms. Joke was strolling beside him like she’d spawned out of thin air, hands behind her head and an impish grin on her face.

“O-Oh! Ms. Joke…good evening,” he greeted, regaining breath just in time to lose it again when she winked at him.

“Evening! And since we’re on the topic of living situations–let’s just get married~!” she chimed like she was offering a two-for-one coupon.

Izuku chuckled helplessly. “I’m good. Really. I’m not looking for…uh…a partner right now.”

She blew a playful raspberry at him. “Boo. You’re thirty, Midoriya. Thirty. You should at least be dating someone. Or aiming for someone! Or flirting with someone! Or at bare minimum….letting someone flirt with you.”

“I do let people flirt with me,” he said.

She raised a brow. “No, you let people abduct you.”

“…Fair.”

They walked a few more paces before she snapped her fingers. “Aha! That’s fine, though. You don’t need to look! You don’t need the apps! You don’t need the effort!” She pulled a folded paper from her pocket with the flourish of a magician revealing a rabbit. “All you have to do is sign this document, and poof! Married to a wonderful woman like me. Quick, easy, romantic, tax benefits–”

Izuku blinked down at the paper she handed him. It looked… frighteningly real. Official header. Government seal. A place for signatures.

“…Ms. Joke,” Izuku said slowly, “is this real paperwork? Or is this just… a very elaborate gag?”

She gave him a sunshine-bright smile.

“Yes.”

He let out a defeated laugh. “I’m really fine. Thank you, but…yeah, I’m good.”

She hummed, snatched the paper back, and tucked it into her pocket like she’d save it for another day. Which she would. Absolutely.

“Suit yourself,” she said cheerfully. “But if you ever get tired of being single~”

“I’ll let you know,” Izuku promised, mostly to be polite.

Ms. Joke gave him two finger-guns, then sauntered off, whistling.

Izuku exhaled, rubbing his face.

‘…My life is getting weirder by the day.’

Naturally, because the universe loved comedic timing, the sky answered him with a roar of his full name.

“IIZUKU MIDORIYAAAAA!”

The shout rattled the windows. A fiery boom followed loud, explosive, unmistakable and Izuku winced before he even turned around.

A flaming comet slammed into the pavement behind him, heat rolling off it in waves. Pedestrians shrieked. A dog barked. A baby burst into tears. Someone said a prayer.

Smoke cleared.

There he was.

Endeavour. No. 2 Hero. Smoldering like an active volcano in dad mode.

Izuku blinked slowly. ‘…I really need to stop narrating my life.’

The man began marching toward him like a mech set to “terminate.” Izuku instinctively took a tiny, nearly imperceptible step backward. Then another. Then one more. Very casual. Totally normal. Not suspicious at all.

Endeavour stopped right in front of him.

Silence.

More silence.

Too much silence.

Izuku swallowed. “S-So… what, uh… what can I help you with today, sir?”

He took another small step backward.

Endeavour’s flaming brows furrowed as he crossed his arms. “Your answer.”

Izuku blinked again because that was vague and he was already stressed. “My… answer for… what exactly?” he said, dragging the question out like he was stalling for his life. Because he was.

The flames flickered hotter, and the hero leaned in.

“Your answer,” Endeavour said sharply, “to marrying my daughter, Fuyumi.”

Izuku stiffened so violently he almost crinkled the folder he was holding. He also prayed to any higher power listening that the people passing by had not heard that announcement at full volume.

Unfortunately, this was Japan, land of phones with excellent microphones.

Several pedestrians already had theirs out.

A couple whispered.

A teenager gasped and typed ferociously.

Izuku resisted the urge to curl into a ball and roll into traffic.

Endeavour didn’t even notice the gathering crowd. He continued, “It has been a week, Midoriya. A week since I offered you the perfect opportunity. You are a perfect fit for my daughter.”

Izuku laughed, the kind of laugh only heard from people who have died emotionally at least twice in the past ten seconds. “Ahahaha…ha…sir, with all due respect, I really…really don’t think ‘perfect fit’ describes me? I mean, I’m just an office worker. Quirkless. Not exactly…uh… extremely handsome?”

He gestured vaguely at his face.

“And, this is important, I’ve only spoken to your daughter twice. Twice. And both of those times were because we bumped into each other during grocery runs. I’m not even sure she remembers my name!”

Endeavour stared at him.

Izuku smiled weakly.

Endeavour didn’t so much as blink. The flames around his jawline crackled, but his voice came out steady, almost annoyingly steady for someone who had just landed like an asteroid.

“Your quirkless status doesn’t matter,” he said, brushing it aside with the confidence of a man who bulldozed through life and buildings. “It has nothing to do with this. My daughter has been brighter these days. Happier. And you are the reason.”

Izuku froze.

Endeavour continued, arms crossed like he was delivering a quarterly report. “If she smiles because of you, then everything else, your work, your social standing, your quirk, none of it matters. If you can lessen her burdens, that is enough.”

Izuku should’ve felt relief. Grateful, even. An extremely powerful pro hero was telling him his identity and abilities didn’t matter, that he was valued for something so simple as making someone smile.

But instead?

Dread.

Cold, creeping dread.

Because the one thing weighing on him wasn’t insecurity, it was the rapidly growing urge to bolt into the nearest alley and pretend this conversation never happened.

‘I just want to go home. I just want dinner. Please, universe, I am begging you give me something. A sign. An excuse. Anything.’

The universe, ever chaotic, responded immediately.

A car screeched through the intersection at an absolutely illegal speed, windows shattered, money raining out the back like a fiscally irresponsible piñata. Five police cars followed behind, sirens wailing.

Endeavour’s flames flared high.

He growled, low and volcanic. “I will be waiting for your answer via email.”

Before Izuku could even squeak out a response, Endeavour blasted into the air with enough force to knock over a street sign.

Izuku stood still for exactly one second.

Then….

He ran with the sheer desperation of a man who had been proposed to by multiple pro heroes within the span of a week and wanted none of the attention.

After several blocks and a half-panicked detour through an alley, he finally slowed down. His breathing steadied. His pulse calmed.

He leaned against a vending machine, forehead resting on the cool metal.

“Just one day,” he muttered. “Just one day where everything is normal. Is that too much to ask?”

Apparently, yes.

Because a pair of arms wrapped around him from behind in a soft, affectionate hug.

A voice cooed, way too close to his ear.

“Miss me, Izu~?”

He stiffened.

‘Izu…? Izu?? ….There’s only one person that calls me that in that tone’

He turned his head.

Camie Utsushimi, second year at Shiketsu University, walking cloud of chaos, professional in turning heads and confusing people beamed at him with the warmth of a girl greeting her favorite plushie.

Izuku’s soul left his body, came back, and then sagged entirely. He gently tried to peel her arms off with the caution of someone disarming a bomb.

“Utsushimi-san–”

Big mistake.

Her grip tightened immediately, like a constrictor. And unfortunately, everything she had pressed against him…pressed harder.

He made a sound that was absolutely not dignified.

“A–Aha! Camie! Camie, please–Camie–!” he corrected himself in a flustered tumble.

And just like that, her smile turned soft and smug, pleased he’d addressed her in the exact way she wanted.

“There ya go,” she purred.

Izuku swallowed, trying to focus on literally anything else while prying at her arm inch by inch. “Why are you here? Shiketsu is nowhere near…well…any of this.”

Camie tilted her head like it was obvious. “Missed ya.”

He blinked rapidly.

“And also,” she added with airy mischief, “checking if you still refuse to be my boyfriend.”

There it was. The bomb.

Izuku’s eyebrow twitched. Hard. “Camie, we’ve talked about this. I’m thirty. You’re–”

“Nineteen,” she finished in a singsong tone, blowing a raspberry. “Age doesn’t matter. Love does. And I’m an adult, duh.”

He had to bite back the loudest internal scream.

‘Yeah, love matters, sure, but also prison exists. And headlines exist. And I absolutely refuse to be the guy trending with a hashtag like #MidoriyaCanceled.’

He tried to peel her off again, this time with more urgency, because the longer she clung to him, the more suspicious they looked. But Camie was a stubborn vine wrapped in perfume and enthusiasm.

“You still owe a date” she reminded, cheeks puffing. “You promised.”

“I did not promise that,” he said quickly. Too quickly. “I did not promise anything. At all.”

She pouted. He felt it. Against his back.

His sanity cracked just a fraction.

He exhaled shakily. “Okay, okay…how about this. I’ll treat you to ice cream like before. And then you go home. Straight home.”

Camie’s eyes lit up like someone flipped the sparkle switch. “A date?”

“It isn’t” he corrected immediately.

“Totally a date,” she insisted, tightening her hold in triumph.

“It’s not,” he repeated, but he already knew he’d lost this battle the moment she hugged him.

They ended up at the convenience store a few blocks down, the one with the always-too-bright lights and the cats that lived under the vending machines. Camie bounced beside him like she was made of fizzy soda, humming as if the world was her personal runway.

Izuku grabbed two ice creams. The elderly lady at the register gave them a soft, grandmotherly smile. “How sweet. Treating your niece today?”

Izuku reacted with the speed of a man defusing a bomb. “Yes,” he said instantly. Too instantly. “My niece. Exactly. Correct.”

Camie inhaled a scandalized breath, lips parting for an argument.

He sent her a pleading look that translated roughly to: please, for the love of all that is holy, do not correct this woman.

Camie shut her mouth. Barely.

They walked outside, she hugged him one last time, full body, twirl included and then finally skipped away with her ice cream, waving at him like he was sending her off to summer camp.

He let out a sigh so deep it probably aged him another year.

‘How did my life come to this…?’

He truly had no idea. How did a quirkless office worker, who organized data and categorized support gear for a living end up as the accidental gravitational center of half the female hero population? He wasn’t a protagonist. He wasn’t even side-character-coded. He was just him.

Just Izuku Midoriya, thirty years old, stressed, tired, and armed with an office badge and questionable luck.

He walked up to his apartment door, mentally preparing for peace and quiet.

He opened the door.

And peace and quiet packed their bags and left the country.

Inside his home—his small, humble, this-is-all-I-can-afford home—stood:

Mandalay, Pixiebob, Ragdoll, Midnight, Burning, Sirius, Bubble Girl, Thirteen (in civilian clothes), Mt. Lady, Ryukyu, and Uwabami.

Everywhere.

Doing everything.

Mandalay chopping vegetables like she lived there; Pixiebob sprawled on his couch upside down with a magazine; Ragdoll poking at his potted plant like it had secrets.; Midnight wearing sunglasses indoors for no reason; Ryukyu calmly sipping tea as if this was a staff meeting.; Mt. Lady lounging across three chairs that didn’t belong to her; Bubble Girl sweeping the floor. She brought her own broom; Burning chatting like she was on break; Sirius helping Thirteen with something on her phone; Uwabami filming a product advertisement with his curtains as the backdrop.

They hadn’t even noticed him yet.

His eye twitched.

He immediately turned around, decision made. He would sleep on a park bench. A bus stop. The roof. Anywhere.

And then,

Miruko blocked the doorway.

She leaned forward and winked. “Where ya going, nerd?”

Izuku froze.

Then deflated.

Then accepted his fate.

He walked back inside, resigned like a man being marched to his inevitable doom.

And that’s when Pixiebob tackled him, shrieking his name like a battle cry as the rest of the women finally noticed him.

 

Izuku woke to the soft, muffled sound of someone breathing against his shoulder.

Then another against his chest.

Then a third somewhere near his stomach.

And something…someone had an arm slung over his waist like a seatbelt.

He blinked blearily at the ceiling. ‘…I don’t even need to look, do I?’

He didn’t. He could feel it. A cluster of warm bodies weighing him down like a very affectionate avalanche.

Mandalay was draped over his left side like a cat.

Pixiebob had somehow claimed his right arm and refused to let go.

Ragdoll curled against his leg, purring in her sleep.

Midnight was asleep on his stomach. Lord help him.

Burning had an arm thrown across everyone, because of course she did.

Ryukyu slept like a dignified queen at the foot of the bed.

Mt. Lady hogged the blanket.

Sirius snored quietly.

Bubble Girl murmured something about disinfectants.

Uwabami was…somewhere, he could feel her snakes coiling on his leg

And Miruko was curled on his right side.

His bed was not meant for this. This was a war crime against interior design.

Izuku attempted to wiggle free.

A chorus of hands tightened all at once.

“No,” Mandalay muttered.

“No,” Midnight mumbled.

A sleepy Miruko snorted. “Stay still.”

He sighed into the pillow, defeated. ‘Okay. So I’m trapped. Again. Fantastic.’

He waited until everyone woke up in their own chaotic order: Pixiebob screaming good morning, Ragdoll stretching like she was on a nature documentary, Midnight stealing his blanket for herself and eventually, after what felt like an eternity, they all shuffled out, hugging him one by one before leaving for their respective hero duties.

Which was how Izuku, exhausted and spiritually empty, arrived at work feeling like he ran a marathon in his sleep.

‘Maybe I should buy a new bed… One that fits all of them.’

He froze.

‘…Great. I’m getting used to it. This is bad. This is so bad.’

Still… it was better than having all of them pile onto a single small mattress. Last month Uwabami nearly fell off and used her hair to anchor herself to the nightstand. He still had splinters.

“Midoriya.”

A sharp tone sliced straight into his soul. Izuku jolted upright, heart leaping.

His boss stood beside him, expression neutral, posture perfect, gaze unreadable.

He offered the wobbliest smile known to mankind. “G-Good morning, ma’am.”

She didn’t respond right away. Instead, she stepped just slightly closer, eyes narrowing a fraction. Izuku’s survival instincts kicked in and he took a cautious step back.

She didn’t follow.

But she did… sniff.

He blinked. She sniffed again, slower this time.

Her eyes sharpened. “Why are you wearing perfume?”

“Perfume?” he repeated, brain whirring hopelessly.

Then it hit him.

Oh no.

He definitely was not going to mention the part where different women hugged him goodbye on his way out the door. Absolutely not. That was the kind of detail that would get him roasted alive in the group chats, featured in next week’s tabloids

So he did what any sensible, panicked man would do….he lied.

“It’s, uh… new detergent,” he’d blurted. “My mom recommended it. Trying it out.”

Kiyomi’s brow had lifted in that quiet, elegant way that suggested she wasn’t fooled at all

“My emails won’t answer themselves!” he’d added over his shoulder, speed-walking away before she could ask why detergent would smell like six different perfumes stacked on top of each other.

Now, in the sanctuary of his office, Izuku slumped into his chair like he’d been unplugged from life support. He hadn’t even opened his laptop and he already felt eighty percent done with the day.

‘Work hasn’t even started… why does it feel like it has?’ he thought, dragging his hands down his face.

He stayed like that for a bit, letting the quiet settle around him before finally straightening, rolling his shoulders, and starting his morning routine, check reports, scan schedules, sign approvals, stare blankly at a spreadsheet while questioning the meaning of existence, the usual.

His phone buzzed.

He perked up, the tension instantly easing when he saw the sender.

Mom 💚: Good morning sweetheart! Hope you slept well! 😊 Any chance you can come home for lunch or dinner on Saturday? I miss you!

His smile softened. Warm. Easy. A little ache of fondness blooming in his chest.

He typed back that he could probably come by. Maybe for both lunch and dinner 

The reply came five seconds later as expected.

Mom 💚: That’s wonderful!! I’ll make all your favorites! 💚 Oh! And bring that lovely girlfriend of yours!!

Izuku froze.

His soul left his body. His spirit hovered above his chair, staring down at him in silent judgment.

…what?

He re-read the message.

Then again.

Then a third time just in case the universe had decided to prank him.

Nope. Still there. Still the same cheerful, innocent line casually dropping a psychological grenade on his entire day.

That lovely girlfriend of yours.

Girlfriend.

His mother, his sweet, gentle mother….believed he had one. Worse, she sounded so sure. So confident. So happy. As if this mysterious person was someone she already adored.

Izuku’s fingers flew over the screen before his brain could catch up.

Izuku M🧆. : “Who… who’s my girlfriend, Mom?”

He barely had time to put the phone down before it buzzed again.

Mom 💚:  Oh! It was in an article! They published such a cute photo of you two! I didn’t want to pry but she looks lovely! 😊 I attached it here!

Izuku felt the color drain from his face as he tapped the attachment.

The picture loaded.

His soul promptly tried to eject itself through the nearest window.

It was him. And Ms. Joke. Walking home yesterday. She was mid-laugh, leaning slightly into him, her hand hovering near his arm like she’d been this close to linking with him.

And at that exact moment in the captured image, he’d been blinking…just a slow blink, like someone caught in soft sunlight. The effect made it look like he was smiling at her in that warm, gentle, boyfriend-for-the-long-haul way.

‘Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no—’

He closed the picture. Opened his browser. Typed “Ms. Joke dating.”

Instant regret.

Every result was worse than the last.

Heroine rumored to be off the market!

Ms. Joke’s mystery boyfriend seen escorting her home!

Is the beloved humor heroine finally settling down?

Ms. Joke,  Maybe about to be Mrs. Joke?

And the comment sections….oh, the comment sections.

He scrolled. Hesitantly.

IhateTheMedia: I can confirm. They look close. I approve this relationship. They should get married soon

MidnightLover: HOLD THE FUCK ON, WHEN DID THAT HAPPEN?!

Mouse: Oh quite interesting….here I thought he was going for the dragon…

Izuku stared.

Blinking.

He let out a long, exhausted sigh and collapsed against his desk.

“This is… going to be a long day.”

The universe, sensing his suffering, responded accordingly.

Somewhere across town, within the halls of Ryuku’s agency, Ryukyu paused mid-step, staring down at her phone. Her usually calm, composed face darkened as she read the headline splashed across her screen.

  1. JOKE’S SECRET BOYFRIEND?! LAUGHTER HEROINE SPOTTED WITH MYSTERY MAN IN SWEET EVENING MOMENT!

She scrolled.

Saw the picture.

Saw Izuku.

There was a sharp, audible crunch as her phone folded like wet cardboard in her hand.

Several employees jumped in terror, papers flying, coffee nearly launched into orbit.

Ryukyu closed her fist gently, the ruined device crumbling.

“…Interesting,” she murmured.

 

Izuku sighed as he finally clocked out, shoulders sagging like he’d just carried the emotional weight of five different soap opera plotlines. Which, honestly, wasn’t far from the truth.

He felt…ancient. His coworkers were entirely to blame.

The moment he walked into the office, the teasing began. By lunchtime, he was a walking rom-com protagonist. By afternoon, he was a tragic worker whose love life had “finally blossomed.” And by clock-out time? They had somehow decided he was engaged.

All because of one picture of him walking beside Ms. Joke.

“I am telling you,” he’d said for the hundredth time, “it was nothing. We just bumped into each other. She was teasing. That’s it.”

But that only encouraged them.

“Ohhh suuuure,” they’d sing-songed. “Just bumped into each other. Totally normal for a woman to gaze at you like that, Midoriya.”

He hadn’t even looked at the photo again. He was afraid.

Now, as he trudged down the hallway ready to sprint home the moment freedom hit his lungs, a sharp, level voice cut through the air.

“Midoriya.”

His whole body jolted like a startled cat. He spun around.

Shizuka stood at the end of the hall, her pristine bag in hand, the very picture of elegance and absolute calm.

Izuku straightened instinctively. “Ah! G-Good evening, Shizuka-san!”

She nodded, stepping closer with deliberate, steady grace. “Good evening.”

He swallowed. “Did you…need anything?”

Silence. A long, unreadable silence as she studied him with that cool, unblinking gaze that always made him feel like she could see straight through his soul and into the last embarrassing thing he did as a teenager.

Then, her head tilted slightly.

“Do you have plans tonight?”

“…Plans?” Izuku echoed.

He mentally scanned his schedule.

Dinner: Probably whatever was in his fridge or was cooked by one of the women surely in his apartment

Entertainment: Crying into his pillow?

Visitors: Maybe Miruko. Maybe the Wild, Wild Pussycats. Maybe Mt. Lady. Maybe a full raid group. Who knew.

“…Not really,” he said honestly.

She nodded once, decisive. “Would you like to go out for drinks with me?”

Izuku blinked.

Then blinked again.

“…Eh?”

Behind him, a sharp inhale cut through the air.

He turned just in time to catch the entire office ducking behind desks, cubicle dividers, potted plants, and even a water cooler like synchronized gossip ninjas.

One guy was mid-spill with his coffee, frozen in place. Another was crouched on a rolling chair that immediately slipped, sending him gently gliding out of view like a confused penguin.

Someone whispered a dramatic, “Oh my god.”

Someone else shout-whispered, “PAY UP, I TOLD YOU SHE’D MAKE THE FIRST MOVE.”

He turned back to Shizuka, who remained utterly unbothered, as serene as a statue carved specifically to intimidate introverts.

“Well,” he said, clearing his throat, “I-I don’t see anything wrong with… um… hanging out. With my boss. Socially. As coworkers. Who socialize.”

Smooth. Nailed it. Truly the embodiment of a functioning adult.

Shizuka nodded once, accepting his agreement like she had already anticipated it. “Good. We’ll leave now.”

Nothing could possibly go wrong.

Absolutely nothing.

…Oh, Izuku.

The universe heard that thought, cracked its knuckles, and said bet.

They made it exactly five steps around the corner of the office building before Izuku felt himself suddenly glomped, the soft but terrifying collision of someone who had no regard for personal space and even less for his sanity.

A cheerful voice burst beside his ear. “Heeey, baby!”

Izuku’s soul fled his body for the second time that day.

He didn’t even need to look.

Green hair. Bright grin. A hug that felt less like affection and more like being caught by a sticky trap.

Ms. Joke.

Of course.

“Oh no,” he whispered to the heavens.

She leaned more of her weight onto him as if trying to fuse with his side. “Didja read the news yet? They’re saying we’re together!” She poked his chest right over his heart. “Tell me, did you get all fluttery? Heart go boom-boom? Hmmm?”

Izuku gave her the polite, exhausted office-worker smile of a man who had emotionally clocked out thirty minutes before his physical body did.

“My heart is fine,” he said gently. “I saw the news.” A sigh. “It’s just social media… being social media. They’ll forget about it by next week.”

Ms. Joke blew a raspberry directly into his ear, making him wince. “Boo! No fun. Live a little! Embrace the chaos!”

He squeaked, actually squeaked when she hugged him tighter, practically molding herself to him.

‘I am definitely aging in dog years,’ he thought helplessly.

“Ahem”

Shizuka stood there, expression unreadable, posture perfectly poised.

Utterly calm.

Utterly dangerous.

“Ms. Joke,” she said, voice level as glass, “unhand my employee.”

Ms. Joke froze mid-hug around Izuku’s arm, then turned her head with the slow, deliberate curiosity of a cat noticing a laser pointer.

“Oh! Hey there!” she chirped, bright as a traffic cone in the sun. “And who’s this?” Her eyes flicked between Izuku and the tall, composed woman. “Another lover?”

Izuku’s soul violently sprinted out of his body.

He slapped a hand over her mouth before she could escalate the situation into an HR apocalypse.

“She’s my boss!” he squeaked “W-why are you here again?”

Shizuku’s eyes narrowed slightly something cold flickered behind them. 

‘Another?’ she echoed in her head

Ms. Joke pulled Izuku’s hand off her mouth with a little hum, bouncing back instantly into mischief.

“So, so, so,” she sang, rocking on her heels. “Why am I here, you ask?” She leaned in, rubbing her cheek against his arm with an exaggerated swoon. “Is it so bad to visit my boyfriend?”

Izuku’s entire skeleton sagged.

“I-please stop…”

“Oh!” Ms. Joke chirped as if remembering she had groceries in the oven. “Right, right, I’ve got patrol. Gotta go scare some villains into therapy!” She spun away, waving cheerfully over her shoulder. “Bye, Izukuuuuu!”

Izuku waved back weakly, then slowly lowered his hand like someone mourning their own dignity.

“Why is my life like this,” he whispered to the uncaring sky.

He finally turned to his boss and bowed at a near-forty-five-degree angle.

“I-I apologize for that display, ma’am. Ms. Joke just…likes to tease. A lot.”

Shizuku hummed, a small, thoughtful sound that did not in any way reassure him.

Then her gaze sharpened, pinning him like a butterfly on a display board.

“What,” she asked crisply, “did she mean by another lover?”

Izuku froze, the sort of frozen like it was the full spiritual paralysis that only appeared when the universe decided to stack events on him like a Jenga tower made of pure humiliation.

He opened his mouth, ready to explain why he did not have a harem and why all of this was very, very, VERY not his fault

But the universe, rude as always, hit the reject button on his attempt at damage control.

Because behind him came a warm, velvety purr of his name.

“Izuku.”

He flinched so hard his soul almost swapped bodies with a passing pigeon. Slowly, like someone disarming a bomb made out of social anxiety, he turned to see Ryukyu approaching from down the hall.

Her steps were quiet, graceful, controlled—the kind of presence that said she could either hug you or drop-kick a bus and wouldn’t break a sweat either way.

“Are you done with work?” she asked once she was a few feet away.

Izuku nodded quickly. “I-I was actually going somewhere.”

Before he could add anything that might save his life, reputation, or paycheck, Shizuku stepped forward with the serene confidence of a woman who had filed exactly the right forms for this moment.

“I invited Izuku for a drink,” she said calmly.

Ryukyu blinked.

Then her eyes warmed, and she smiled, graceful, polite, a perfect professional gesture.

Except her tone was… not.

“Is that so?”

Izuku’s spine stiffened  ‘Oh no. Oh no no no. I know that voice. That’s the voice she used when that lady at the farmer’s market touched my arm for too long’

That smile on Ryukyu’s face didn’t move an inch, but something behind it sharpened.

“How lovely,” she continued. “Because I was about to invite Izuku to get a drink as well. There’s a good barbecue place I know.”

Her eyes lifted to Shizuku’s with gentle, absolute challenge.

“You’re welcome to join us. I’ll pay for everything.”

Izuku’s stress peaked so hard he briefly saw the pearly gates.

Then Shizuku smiled back.

Izuku blinked.

Because this wasn’t her usual polite, professional smile. This was the rare one, the one that looked kind from far away, but up close had the same emotional temperature as a scalpel.

“Thank you,” she said sweetly. “I would be glad to join.”

Izuku gulped.

Not the tiny, polite gulp of a man mildly nervous. 

No. 

This was the full-body, soul-shriveling, rebirth-in-the-next-life gulp of someone who just realized he was the main character in a scandal he did not sign up for.

He looked around.

Yep.

Phones.

Everywhere.

‘Oh no. Oh this is—this is actually happening. I’m going to be on BirdTweet. I’m going to wake up with a trending hashtag. My mom is going to call asking why two pro heroes and his boss are fighting over me in the street—’

He already knew the headlines.

“Ms. Joke’s Boyfriend Revealed to be a Two-Timer?!”

“Plain Office Worker Caught in Love Triangle, Maybe a Love Square?!?”

“Green Man Magnet: Women Fight, Civilian Confused.”

Meanwhile, somewhere far away in a cold, panicking building, Ms. Joke’s PR team was evaporating.

“SHIT, MS JOKE X MYSTERY OFFICE WORKER IS GOING DOWN QUICK!”

“MAKE SOMETHING TRENDING!”

“AN EDIT, A MEME, I DON’T CARE–MAKE IT FUNNY BEFORE THE DRAGON WOMAN CLAIMS HIM!”

One intern was already crying while slamming a laptop closed.

Across town, Ryukyu’s PR team was having a spiritual experience.

“WWOOOOO WE’RE TRENDING BABY!”

“GET THE FIRE GIFS! GET THE DRAGON EMOJIS!”

“DO WE HAVE A SHIP NAME? WE NEED A SHIP NAME!”

Back to Izuku, who absolutely did not want any of these people to feed on his suffering for even one more minute.

He gently placed a hand on each woman’s back and pushed them forward with the politest, most desperate office-worker energy known to man.

“Haha, okay! I’m excited to have dinner and drinks with the two of you!” he said, voice just a little too bright. “Wonderful idea! Let’s-let’s go! Right now. Immediately. Faster than the speed of rumors.”

He turned to Ryukyu.

“Now, Ryukyu, let’s head to that place as quick as possible,” he said, smiling a smile that silently begged the universe to spare him.

 

Half an hour later, Izuku set his beer onto the table and let out the kind of sigh usually reserved for men who’ve seen battle. The booth’s warm lighting didn’t help, if anything, it made the moment feel like an emotional documentary about someone far too young to feel this old.

Ryukyu sat beside him in civilian clothes, the picture of casual elegance. Hair in a loose ponytail, sweater slightly oversized, looking like she walked straight out of a lifestyle magazine. His boss, Shizuka, sat across from them, back straight, expression calm, hands elegantly folded around her own drink.

And Izuku?

Poor, thirty-year-old, quirkless office worker Izuku Midoriya?

He was sitting between a dragon and a glacier pretending this wasn’t the strangest night of his life.

‘Is this karma? Did I walk past a shrine wrong? Why is this my life?’

He took another sip of his drink. No answers.

Finally, after mentally prepping himself for the worst, he turned to Ryuko.

“So…Ryukyu why were you looking for me earlier?”

Ryuko hummed, tilting her head with a soft smile. “First of all, call me Ryuko tonight. Civilian clothes, civilian name.”

Izuku nodded. “Right…Ryuko.”

“Good.” Her eyes softened, almost fond, which was emotionally dangerous, before she continued. “And second… I was a little jealous.”

Izuku choked on pure air.

Ryuko giggled behind her hand. “There was this article going around. You and a certain greenette walking together~?”

His soul left his body for a brief moment.

He knew exactly which article she meant. He’d seen it. His mother had seen it. His coworkers had seen it. His future grandchildren would probably be shown it as evidence that social media was a curse upon mankind.

Ryuko lightly nudged his shoulder. “I just wanted some time with you”

“A-ah…that’s…understandable,” Izuku muttered, brain doing somersaults.

Across from them, Shizuka quietly set down her glass, eyes cool and assessing.

“What is your relationship with Izuku?” she asked calmly, neatly, as if she were asking about quarterly reports instead of prying open the gates of hell.

Ryuko didn’t hesitate. “I’m living with him.”

Izuku made a noise that could charitably be described as dying.

He sat up straight, waving his hands so fast it could generate wind.

“W-Wait okay–clarification! She doesn’t live with me. Sometimes! Occasionally! Very occasionally she crashes at my apartment. That’s it! I swear! Nothing romantic or scandal worthy–nothing!”

Ryuko hummed like she didn’t believe a single syllable. Before he could recover, she casually leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder with the kind of familiarity that haunted his sanity. Her hair tickled his jaw. Her perfume was soft. Her entire existence was a problem.

“Yes, nothing romantic,” she agreed sweetly. “And yet we cuddle on the same bed.”

Izuku made the kind of noise a man makes when he watches his hopes of a normal life combust.

Across from them, Shizuka went very still.

“…I see,” she said after a quiet beat. It wasn’t loud, or sharp, but something in it made the back of Izuku’s neck break out in a cold sweat.

He raised both hands in helpless surrender. “It’s…that’s–it’s out of context! Everything is out of context! Yes, Ryuko sometimes lays on the same bed as me, but she practically just worms herself in no matter what I say.”

Shizuka’s eyes narrowed just a fraction. Just enough to signal danger without ever being unprofessional.

“Oh,” she murmured. “So you’re forcing him.”

Ryuko’s smile blossomed like a tactical warhead. Accepting the boss-lady challenge with the grace of someone who absolutely enjoyed this, she lifted her head and faced Shizuka directly.

“Forcing? Of course not,” Ryuko said, tone gentle but edged. “I always ask Izuku for consent. His permission. And he always says yes.”

She turned her gaze to him, soft and warm“Right?”

Izuku froze.

On the outside, he smiled weakly and nodded. “Y…yeah. I do.”

On the inside?

‘What am I supposed to say? It’s not like I hate the company! And it’s not like I’m uncomfortable either! But seriously who can say no to that? A hot, beautiful heroine who could probably snap a bus in half crawling into your bed at night and politely asking if she can stay? Who can refuse that!?’

Shizuka didn’t say anything at first.

She just hummed, quiet, thoughtful and turned her full attention onto Izuku.

He wilted instantly.

If he were a flower, he’d be face-down in the dirt. If he were a phone battery, he’d be at negative percentages. His soul physically tried to crawl under the table.

‘Oh no oh no oh no, she thinks I’m some kind of player, doesn’t she? Or a woman-hoarder! Or someone who lures them in with puppy-dog eyes and then ravages them on the bed, I barely even know what ravaging means!’

He could almost feel her forming opinions about him in real time, and every one felt progressively worse.

Shizuka finally spoke, voice calm as always.

“Is there anything romantic going on?”

“No!” Izuku shot back so fast the air cracked.

She accepted that with another soft hum and took a sip of her beer. Nothing dramatic. Nothing suspicious. A normal, innocent sip.

Except, if anyone were watching closely, they might’ve seen the tiny smile tug at the corner of her lips. Barely there. Barely visible.

No one noticed it.

No one except the dragon sitting beside him.

Ryuko’s eyes narrowed a hair, amused and offended on his behalf. She let the silence stretch for a beat longer…then sing-songed, almost under her breath:

“Yet.”

Izuku choked.

He slapped a hand over his mouth, praying, bargaining, begging the universe that Ryuko would not make this worse.

‘Please, Ryuko, I’m already one headline away from being turned into a meme. Spare me.’

But Ryuko? No. Ryuko absolutely would not.

She turned to Shizuka, polite smile in place, but her tone dipped with something unmistakably challenging.

“And what exactly are you to Izuku, Ms. Shizuka? You’re just his boss, yes? Nothing more?”

Izuku wanted to slide under the booth and hibernate.

Shizuka placed her glass down with slow, deliberate grace. She met Ryuko’s gaze with a serene expression that somehow felt more threatening than Ryuko’s entire hero form.

“Yes,” Shizuka said evenly. “I am his boss.”

A pause.

A longer pause.

Then she added, meeting Ryuko’s eyes directly

“…for now.”

Izuku didn’t even blink before flagging down the waiter like a man desperately signaling a rescue helicopter.

“Your strongest alcohol,” he said, voice flat with the knowledge of his own impending doom. “Please.”

Ryuko raised a hand too. “Make that two. Actually…” she glanced at Shizuka, who was calmly sipping her mild beer like a person not participating in psychological warfare, “--better just bring the bottle.”

Shizuka smiled politely at the approaching drinks.

Izuku aged another ten spiritual years.

 

Hours later, Izuku swayed slightly as they walked out of the restaurant, though his steps were surprisingly steady. His blood contained enough alcohol to down an elephant, yet his face was only a little warm. A minor flush. He wasn’t drunk…just…spiritually tilted.

One of his unexpected life skills.

High alcohol tolerance. Absurdly high.

His college friends once called it his “quirk.” They tested it one night by filling an entire pool with cheap booze and telling him, “If you don't get drunk, we’ll do your assignments.”

Izuku by next morning was sitting cross-legged in the empty pool, holding the last glass in his hand like a victorious war hero while his friends groaned on the floor around him.

That was also the year he didn’t do a single homework assignment.

Good times.

Now, Ryuko was latched to his side, warm and content, still humming in a way that was definitely her version of tipsy. Shizuka walked next to him with her bag clutched neatly, checking through her belongings

Izuku popped a mint into his mouth and turned to his boss. “Do you need someone to walk you home, Shizuka-san?”

She shook her head. “I’ll be fine.”

Izuku frowned slightly. She wasn’t unstable by any means, but there was a subtle sway to her steps, a soft, almost unnoticeable looseness. Enough to worry him.

He should’ve left it alone.

He should’ve wished her goodnight and gone home to collapse face-first onto his bed, praying none of the women had occupied it again.

Instead…

He did the one thing he knew, with complete certainty, the morning version of him would regret the moment he woke up.

“Wanna sleep in my place for the night?”

 

The next morning arrived with the soft cruelty of reality.

Izuku groaned as consciousness dragged him up like a clawed hand. His alarm blared for exactly one second before a violent crash echoed through his room and the sound cut out.

He didn’t even need to open his eyes to know what happened.

‘Ryuko… probably threw my alarm clock against the wall again.’

Fantastic. That was his third one this month.

Izuku lay there in the dim morning light, staring up at the ceiling with the hollow-eyed despair of a man who knew this was not how any normal thirty-year-old office worker woke up.

He groaned softly and began the slow, delicate process of assessing the damage.

‘Okay… who’s here today?’

He lifted his right hand an inch. Warmth. Weight. Something that murmured contentedly.

To his right: Ryuko curled into his side, face buried into his arm, hair tousled from sleep as she grumbled something incoherent that sounded suspiciously like “five more hours.”

As expected.

It was the other direction he dreaded.

He steeled himself.

Turned his head left.

Prepared for Miruko sprawled across him like an aggressive cat or Midnight doing Midnight things or Mt. Lady hogging the blanket again.

Something familiar. Something predictable. Something chaotic but at least expected.

Instead….

He saw Shizuka.

Shizuka.

His boss.

Sleeping peacefully.

On his bed.

Beside him.

Izuku’s soul left his body so violently it could’ve broken the sound barrier.

He aged a century in a single heartbeat.

He didn’t scream, but the internal one? Deafening.

‘WHY?! WHY IS MY BOSS ON MY BED?! WHAT DID I DO?! WHAT DID I SAY?! WHY IS THIS MY CROSS TO BEAR?!’

He peeked quickly, thanked ALL gods she was still fully dressed in one of his shorts and T-shirts

Still. Still.

His boss was in his bed.

He swallowed, tried to move

And regretted it instantly.

“Don’t move,” Ryuko mumbled darkly, eyes still shut but voice full of dragon-level threat.

At the exact same time, Shizuka’s calm voice chimed from his left still half-asleep but sharp as a blade.

“If you move one more time, Midoriya, you’re fired.”

Izuku froze like a cornered animal.

He stared at the ceiling again, dead inside.

‘…Why is this my life?’

Notes:

And that's a wrap, hope you guys enjoy this. My brain definitely did. In any case I'll see you in the next one.