Late that night, Izuku sat on the couch with his mother. A light blanket covered both of them as the glow of the TV lit up the living room. It was one of their rare quiet nights together. They laughed at the funny scenes, and when the movie turned sad, Inko dabbed at her eyes with a tissue while Izuku teased her gently.
"You're too soft, Mom," he chuckled.
"Shush, Izuku. You'll understand when you're older," she sniffled.
But truthfully, he found the moment comforting. It was pure. Simple. It reminded him that despite everything—the training, the danger, the attention—he was still just her son.
[A/N: Like I said, I'd love to progress the plot before I write any type of NSFW.]
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The very next morning
Izuku walked into class, stretching a little. "Morning, guys," he greeted casually, slipping into his seat. A few classmates waved back, but most were buzzing with nerves about the upcoming Sports Festival.
' Sports Festival… the chance to get scouted by top heroes. I wonder who I'll pick when I win. Shouldn't be too hard to keep my record straight A,' he thought, leaning back and propping his chin on his hand.
The door slid open and in walked Aizawa—bandaged from head to toe like a mummy. The class gasped in unison.
"Sensei! Are you alright?" Mina blurted.
"You look terrible!" Ochako added.
"Man, villains did a number on you, huh?" Kirishima said nervously.
Aizawa didn't even blink. "That doesn't matter. What does matter… is that the fight's not over."
The class instantly tensed, panic rising. "More villains?!" "Already?!"
"The U.A. Sports Festival is near," he finished flatly.
The room erupted.
"COME ON!!"
"He always does this!!"
"He can't keep getting away with this!!"
Izuku fought back a laugh. Ahah, man. That's never not funny.
Aizawa yawned, stretching. "Anyway, it'll begin in two weeks. Go train. I need a massage. See you in two weeks—or not. Doesn't matter to me." With that, he slid out the door, leaving chaos in his wake.
The students immediately huddled together, buzzing with excitement and nerves. Two voices, however, cut through the noise.
Shoto's calm, firm tone: "I'm not holding back, Midoriya."
Katsuki's usual explosive snarl: "Yeah, twerp! I'm gonna crush you this time, so you better watch your back!"
Izuku didn't even glance at them. He just leaned back in his chair, hands in his pockets. ' Get off my dick,' he thought, utterly unbothered.
Later – Break time
Class 1-A filed out of their room, only to be met with a wall of first-years from other departments—General Studies, Support, Business. The hall was packed with eyes glaring at them, whispers spreading like wildfire.
"They think they're hot stuff."
"Class A's full of stuck-up brats."
"They won't even last one round."
The pressure was thick, almost suffocating. But Izuku? He didn't even slow his pace. He shoved his hands in his pockets and walked straight through the crowd, not sparing anyone a glance.
The glares burned, but he treated them like they were invisible. He only had one goal: cafeteria food.
That's when Mina jogged up beside him, hands laced behind her head and a grin on her face. "You don't look even a little fazed. You must be confident."
Izuku smirked faintly. "Nah, not really. I just don't think too much about things, I guess."
Mina laughed, giving him a playful nudge. "That's what makes you interesting, Izu. Everyone else is sweating bullets, and you're out here acting like you're going for a walk in the park."
Izuku shrugged. "Well, stressing out doesn't make you stronger."
Her grin widened. "Fair point. Still… don't go stealing all the spotlight, alright? Leave a little for the rest of us." Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs NoveI-Fire.ɴet
Izuku chuckled. "No promises."
As they walked down the hall toward the cafeteria, a familiar orange-haired figure stepped into their path.
"Hey, remember me?" Kendo asked with a confident smile.
Izuku blinked, then grinned. "Yeah, of course. How've you been?"
"I've been alright," she said, folding her arms casually. "I mean, I wasn't attacked by villains unlike you guys. Seriously, Class A must have some bad juju."
Izuku chuckled, scratching the back of his head. "Yeah, we kinda do. Oh, by the way—this is Mina. Mina, this is Kendo."
The two girls turned to face each other, sizing one another up for a brief second before both broke into polite smiles.
"Hey," Mina said.
"Hi," Kendo replied smoothly. Then she tilted her head. "So, do you and Izuku go way back?"
"Not really," Mina answered, smirking a little as she leaned closer to Izuku's side. "But we've hung out so much, we might as well, I guess."
Kendo's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Ohhh, so are you two dating?"
Mina's face turned pink immediately. "O-Oh! Not yet—!" She quickly waved her hands, realizing too late how it sounded.
Izuku raised an eyebrow, amused by her slip.
Kendo chuckled, clearly enjoying herself. "Relax, I'm just teasing. Well, I'd love to talk more, but I've gotta run. See you later—especially you, Izuku." She gave him a playful wink before turning on her heel and walking away, her long ponytail swaying behind her.
Mina froze for a second, staring after her, then puffed her cheeks. "What was that about?"
Izuku shrugged. "Not sure. What was that from you?" He teased lightly, mimicking her earlier words.
Mina's blush deepened. "U-Umm—we'll talk later, okay? I, uh… need to use the bathroom!" she stammered, darting away before he could say anything else.
Izuku sighed, sliding his hands back in his pockets. ' Damn, I'm all alone.'
TO BE CONTINUED