Chapter 11-14(MHA)

Chapter 11

Upstairs, Izuku opened the door, stepping back into the room. Katsuki was still seated, gripping the controller, but his eyes weren't focused on the game anymore. They flicked over to Izuku with a strange look—one that tried to mask bitterness behind indifference.

"You were gone a while," Katsuki muttered.

"Yeah, your mom talks a lot," Izuku replied casually as he flopped onto his bed, resting his head against a pillow.

"Tch," Katsuki clicked his tongue. "She probably thinks you're some kind of prince now."

Izuku raised a brow. "Why, because I'm not living in a shoebox anymore?"

Katsuki's jaw clenched. He didn't respond right away, pretending to be focused on the game, but his grip on the controller tightened.

"I didn't mean it like that," he said, voice low.

Izuku smiled faintly, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. "Sure you didn't."

The tension in the room lingered for a moment. The sound of digital gunfire and explosions from the screen filled the silence until Katsuki broke it again.

"...Your room's nice," he said grudgingly, scanning the space.

Posters of famous pro-heroes lined the walls—some vintage All Might ones, some newer, sleeker designs of current top heroes. A sleek computer setup with glowing LEDs rested on the desk, surrounded by top-tier gaming gear. His bed was king-sized, covered with black and green sheets, and there was a full shelf of trophies and books.

"Thanks. Got most of this last year." Izuku sat up and stretched his arms. "Mom kind of went all out after things got better."

Katsuki huffed. "Must be nice, having everything just handed to you."

That made Izuku pause. He slowly stood, walked over to his desk, and picked up a small photo frame. In it was a picture of him and Inko, smiling in front of a run-down apartment with peeling paint and a cracked window.

"Nothing was handed to me, Kacchan," he said quietly. "You just weren't there to see what it took."

Katsuki looked away, biting back a response. Deep down, he knew it was true. He'd seen Izuku bruised, humiliated, and alone more times than he could count—but he always thought the guy would stay there. Weak. Quiet. Forgettable.

Now he stood taller, shoulders broader, voice calmer. And worse—he forgave too easily.

"You ain't even mad, huh?" Katsuki muttered. "After all the crap I put you through?"

Izuku turned, his green eyes steady and unreadable for a moment.

"I was mad," he said honestly. "I cried. I hated myself. I hated you."

He sat back down, leaned back on his arms.

"But I'm not that scared kid anymore. I've got people who believe in me. I believe in me." A small smirk tugged at his lips. "Besides, I figured beating you at COD today will be way more satisfying than holding a grudge."

Katsuki scoffed, trying to hide how deeply the words cut.

"You cocky nerd."

Izuku laughed. "Better a cocky nerd than an insecure gremlin."

Their bickering softened the tension, just a little.


---

Downstairs, the moms were deep in conversation. Mitsuki swirled her wine glass, cheeks slightly flushed—not just from the alcohol.

"I swear," she said, exhaling, "that boy of yours… he's not just good-looking, Inko. He carries himself like a man."

Inko blushed, sipping her own wine. "Trust me, I see it every day and still don't believe it. The way women look at him, it's like they're trying to undress him with their eyes."

Mitsuki laughed loudly. "Well, I don't blame them. If I didn't know better, I'd think you raised a future heartbreaker."

Inko shook her head, smiling. "He's respectful though. Never even brings a girl home. But I see it—how he opens doors, carries bags, and that way he speaks."

"That boy could charm a nun out her habits," Mitsuki said, eyes glittering mischievously. She leaned in. "You ever get jealous of the attention he gets?"

Inko snorted. "Please, I'm his mother."

"Still. Must feel weird when women your age blush around him. Makes you wonder, right?"

Inko gave her a sidelong glance. "Don't you get any ideas, Mitsuki."

Mitsuki grinned. "Hey, I'm just saying. If I was ten years younger and divorced…"

"...You're still married."

"Tragically," Mitsuki replied with a sigh.

They both burst into laughter.


---

Back upstairs, the game had turned competitive. They were yelling, laughing, tossing popcorn at each other as they fought for top score.

And for once, Katsuki didn't feel like punching him. Not yet anyway.

Time passed, and the moon climbed high into the sky. The city outside was quiet, painted in silver light, and the hum of nighttime stillness filled the air. Mitsuki and Katsuki stayed the night since it was too late and she was too tipsy to drive.


---

Inside the Midoriya apartment, laughter and chatter from earlier had faded, leaving only the faint sound of the TV playing reruns in the living room.

Mitsuki had drunk more than she expected—half a bottle of wine with Inko and maybe a few too many playful dares from their card game. Her cheeks flushed with residual warmth as she lay next to Inko on the bed. Her friend had already passed out, snoring softly.

"Hell," Mitsuki muttered, sitting up slowly. "Too much wine."

She gently climbed off the bed, stretching her arms above her head with a soft groan before padding toward the door. The hallway was dim, lit only by the soft glow of the kitchen light. She rubbed her eyes.

Meanwhile, Izuku stirred awake. Half-asleep and thirsty, he got up to grab a snack. As he stepped into the hallway, he nearly bumped into someone—Mitsuki.

"Whoa—!" she gasped, stumbling slightly.

Instinctively, Izuku's hand shot out, gripping her waist to steady her. His fingers brushed against her bare skin—her pajama shirt had ridden up a bit. She froze for a moment, blinking up at him.

"Are you alright, Mrs. Bakugo?" he asked, his voice calm, casual, but his emerald eyes gleamed in the low light.

She blinked again, as if surprised by how close he was. "Y-Yeah. Thanks, kid. Guess I wasn't watching my step."

He slowly let go of her waist, his touch lingering just a second longer than necessary.

"Bathroom?" she asked after clearing her throat.

"Use mine. It's closer than the one down the hall," he said. "I'll show you."

He led her inside his room. It was neat—cleaner than she expected for a teenage boy. Posters of video games and sci-fi movies were on the walls, a few weights by the corner, and a glowing monitor still displayed a paused game.

"Wow," she said, glancing around. "Your room is really nice. I'm sure Katsuki showed his annoyance. Jealous little brat."

Izuku chuckled. "Really? I didn't notice."

She gave him a side glance. "Mhm. Sure you didn't," she said knowingly, before disappearing into the bathroom.

Izuku leaned against the wall, exhaling slowly as he looked toward the door.

When she stepped out, her hair was slightly messy, her lips a little parted as if she'd rinsed her mouth. She caught him looking.

"Where were you going, anyway?" she asked, her tone casual but her eyes curious.

"Just to the kitchen. I was up playing something and needed snacks," he said.

"Well, I could use some too," she smiled, walking closer. Without warning, she gently wrapped her arm around his. "Mind if I tag along?"

Izuku raised a brow but didn't pull away.

"Sure," he said.

As they walked down the hallway, her hand softly gripping his bicep, she thought to herself:

'He's grown up so fast. And those arms… damn.'


TO BE CONTINUED


Chapter 12

As they made their way to the kitchen, Mitsuki still had her arm wrapped around his. Her steps were slightly wobbly, more from the leftover buzz than imbalance. Izuku said nothing about it, letting her cling to him as they walked in the dim hallway.

"You know," she murmured with a soft chuckle, "You’ve grown a lot, Izuku. I remember when you used to hide behind Inko’s skirt just to say hi to me."

Izuku smirked. "Yeah, well… people change."

Mitsuki glanced up at him, her eyes lingering a little too long before turning away with a smirk of her own. "That’s an understatement. You’ve gotten… tall. And your voice… deeper. I barely recognized it earlier."

They entered the kitchen. Izuku moved around with a casual confidence, grabbing a bag of chips and placing them on the counter. Mitsuki leaned on it, crossing her arms beneath her chest — pushing her curves up just enough to catch the corner of his eye.

"I’m surprised your little girlfriends aren’t blowing up your phone," she teased with a sly smile, her voice lowered into something velvety. "A guy like you? Smart, strong, mysterious…"

He chuckled. "I keep things quiet."

"Smart boy," she purred, watching him open the bag and start eating. "Mysterious is always more attractive than loud."

Izuku raised an eyebrow, amused by her tone. "You flirting with me, Mrs. Katsuki?"

She laughed, brushing her blonde hair over her shoulder. "What if I was? You gonna run off like you did when you were 4?"

He stepped closer, leaning slightly in, still smirking. "No. I’d just smile… and let you keep going."

Their eyes locked for a moment — a heavy pause filling the air, charged with unspoken things. Mitsuki’s smile wavered for a second, a flicker of realization flashing in her eyes… before she scoffed playfully and pushed off the counter.

"Cheeky brat," she muttered, clearly flustered but hiding it behind her grin. "You should be careful, Izuku. Some women like confident men… a little too much."

"And some women shouldn’t test how confident I really am," he replied coolly, popping a chip in his mouth.

She shook her head with a quiet laugh, walking past him — but not before dragging her fingers lightly across his chest as she passed.

"Good night, Hunk."

She disappeared back into the hallway, hips swaying ever so slightly.

Izuku just stood there, watching her go, then leaned back against the counter.

‘Classic milf indeed,’ he thought with a smirk, before crunching into another chip.

...

The next morning.
After breakfast, Mitsuki and Bakugo were ready to leave. Mitsuki looked refreshed—maybe a little too refreshed—her hair tied up casually, lips glossed just enough to catch the light. As they reached the door, she turned back toward Izuku with that same playful smirk she’d worn the night before.

“Here,” she said, pulling out her phone and holding it toward him. “Give me your number. For Kacchan, you know… in case you two need to coordinate.”

Her tone was innocent enough, but the glint in her eyes said otherwise. Izuku caught it instantly. He didn’t even question it—just took her phone, typed his number, and handed it back with an easy smile.

“For Kacchan,” he repeated smoothly, voice dripping with just enough charm to make her glance away for a moment.

Of course, they both knew that wasn’t the real reason.

As the front door closed behind them, Izuku leaned casually against the hallway wall, arms folded. He didn’t need to see her reaction to know that the seed had been planted.

Back in his room, he dropped into his chair and pulled out his phone, spinning it lazily in his hand.

‘In my past life, this was always the first step,’ he thought, lips curling slightly. ‘You don’t chase them—you give them a taste they can’t forget. Before they even realize it, you’re in their head… and every time they’re alone, they’re thinking about you.’

It was a game he had mastered—never pushing too hard, never rushing. Just leaving an impression strong enough to bloom later into something inevitable.


---

A few days later…
The morning air was crisp as Izuku stood before the towering gates of U.A. High. The building loomed ahead, bathed in sunlight, its glass walls gleaming like a promise.

He adjusted his school uniform jacket, the faint scent of starch still clinging to the fabric.

‘Alright,’ he thought, his eyes narrowing slightly. ‘Time to make a name for myself.’

Taking his first step toward the entrance, he made sure to walk with measured confidence—no nerves, no hesitation. His past life had trained him well in the art of presence.

And unlike some poor fool from a parallel world, he didn’t trip.

As he passed through the crowd of examinees, a familiar sight caught his eye—Uraraka, crouched slightly, tying the laces of her sneakers. Her hair shifted in the breeze, a faint flush already on her cheeks from rushing to the gates.

Izuku’s smirk deepened. He didn’t slow down.

He walked right past her, his shadow brushing over her as she glanced up for only a second—her eyes catching his face before she quickly returned to her laces. No words, just the faintest flicker of curiosity in her gaze.

Exactly the kind of moment he wanted.

‘Not yet,’ he thought, stepping forward toward the main building.

Izuku walked into the massive auditorium and slipped into a seat near the middle, arms casually crossed as Present Mic’s booming voice echoed off the walls. The man was practically vibrating with energy, his words spilling out like rapid gunfire about “villain points,” “rescue points,” and “the path to becoming a true hero!”

Most of the kids around him were leaning forward, hanging on every word like it was gospel. Izuku? He leaned back, legs slightly spread, expression unreadable.

‘Still as loud as ever,’ he thought dryly, remembering the man from his future memories.

Then came him.

A sharp voice cut through the room. Tenya Iida, in all his stiff, robotic glory, stood up, hand raised like a soldier about to file a complaint. His tone was clipped, his posture perfect, his words formal to the point of suffocation.

He was scolding Present Mic for “failing to address the existence of the zero-point robots,” and doing it in the most over-the-top, by-the-book way possible.

‘Yup,’ Izuku thought, suppressing a smirk. ‘Stuck-up even back then. Took me until the Stain arc to actually start liking this guy.’

When the lecture was finally over, the examinees were herded outside toward the simulation site—an entire mock city surrounded by towering walls. The sight was impressive, but Izuku barely glanced at it. His attention was on the feeling in his muscles as he stretched out his shoulders, arms, and legs.

‘Alright, which powers to use here? Haven’t even decided yet… Guess I’ll keep it simple. Speed and strength. Flight’s too flashy for now,’ he thought, rolling his neck until it popped.

To his side, he noticed Uraraka—standing a bit stiff, her eyes darting around the cityscape with a mix of awe and nerves.

“You ready?” he asked, turning toward her.

She blinked, startled by the sudden voice. “Uh—yeah, I think so. Still a little scared, though,” she admitted with a sheepish smile. “What about you?”

“I feel the same,” he replied easily. “Let’s work hard. I’m looking forward to seeing you in Class A.”

Before she could respond, a firm hand clamped down on his shoulder.

Izuku turned his head slowly—coming face-to-face with Iida, who looked like he had swallowed a lemon.

“Hey!” Iida barked. “Don’t interfere! Can’t you see she’s trying to focus?”

‘Yeah… I definitely hated this guy at first,’ Izuku thought, resisting the urge to roll his eyes.

“Oh? Was I interrupting you?” he asked Uraraka directly.

She shook her head quickly. “No! Actually, talking to you calmed me down. Thank you.”

That made Iida freeze. His hand slid off Izuku’s shoulder as he gave a stiff bow. “Ah… my apologies, then.” He marched off without another word.

The two of them couldn’t help it—they laughed.

“That was something, right?” Izuku said, smirking.

“Yeah, it really was. What’s your name, anyway?” she asked, tilting her head.

“Izuku. And you?”

“Uraraka. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Likewise. Good luck, by the way.”

Before she could respond again, he faced forward—and without warning—started walking away toward the gate.

“Wait, we haven—”

“WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? THE TEST HAS ALREADY BEGUN!” Present Mic’s voice exploded through the speakers.

And just like that—chaos. Students broke into sprints, shouting as they rushed into the mock city.

Izuku didn’t sprint. He walked forward calmly at first… then, in a flash, he vanished in a blur of speed.

TO BE CONTINUED

Chapter 13

The gates hissed open with a metallic groan.

Izuku stepped inside with the other examinees, hands in his pockets, his movements unhurried while everyone else exploded into frantic sprints. Some already activated their quirks, blasting forward in bursts of fire, ice, or propulsion.

Izuku just… walked.

Then—whoosh.

In the blink of an eye, he blurred from the starting street to the first robot—a hulking, three-pointer stomping through a mock plaza. His hand shot forward, palm open, and he pushed. Not punched—pushed.

The machine flew backward like it had been hit by a truck, slamming into a wall and crumpling into scrap metal.

One down.

He didn’t even look at it. He was already gone.

Observation Room — UA Faculty

“Who is that kid?” Present Mic asked, leaning closer to the monitor. “I didn’t even see him move.”

Aizawa squinted. “Too fast for standard cameras. He’s holding back… but even then, the control he’s showing is impressive.”

“I can tell you one thing,” Snipe said, arms crossed. “Those aren’t beginner moves. That kid’s got experience—years of it.”

All Might, who had been quietly watching from the corner, said nothing—but his eyes followed every step Izuku made.

Back in the Field

Izuku flowed through the mock city like water, always just appearing where the next target was, dismantling it with minimal movement. One robot had its arm ripped off in a blink, another was flipped onto its back like a helpless turtle, and a third was split in half with one swift kick.

He never stayed in one place for more than two seconds—meaning other examinees always had chances to score on the robots he left partially disabled.

“Holy crap! He’s leaving them for us!” one examinee shouted, blasting the head off a robot Izuku had crippled moments before.

Uraraka, sprinting past another downed machine, caught a glimpse of him—vanishing around a corner like a phantom. ‘How is he moving like that?!’

Observation Room

“He’s not just going for points,” Midnight noted, her eyes narrowing. “He’s actively making sure others get chances. That’s rare for this stage.”

Nezu sipped his tea calmly. “It’s a display of both skill and awareness. He’s making a name for himself without stepping on the toes of potential future classmates. Quite the calculated approach.”

“Calculated?” Vlad King raised a brow. “Feels more like instinct to me. Natural talent like that… you don’t teach.”

All Might’s eyes narrowed slightly. “…That strength. That speed. It’s familiar.”

Izuku suddenly stopped and sat back, his score already more than enough to secure first place.

‘Damn, they’re probably glazing me up there. And All Might… there’s no way he knows who I am. I haven’t even shown twenty percent of my power. Then again… I do have twenty percent.’

[DING]

MISSION ALERT!!
OBJECTIVE:
● SAVE URARAKA AGAIN!!
REWARDS:
● +2%

‘Oh, cool. Alright.’


---

The ground quaked as a monstrous BOOM echoed through the mock city. The Zero Pointer burst through the side of a skyscraper in a shower of steel and concrete, its titanic frame blotting out the sky. Each step was a seismic event, rattling windows and cracking pavement.

Thick plumes of dust rolled over the streets like an incoming sandstorm. Through it all, Izuku’s ears caught it—her voice. Uraraka’s panicked cry.


---

In a split second, his body moved. A sonic crack exploded behind him as he launched forward, his boots pulverizing the asphalt where he’d stood. Street lamps bent from the gust that followed him.

One heartbeat—he was on the ground.
Second heartbeat—he was airborne, rising past the broken skeleton of the building the Zero Pointer had smashed through.

The giant’s glowing sensors barely had time to focus on him before Izuku’s fist cocked back, muscles tensing like a drawn bowstring.

B O O M

The impact was apocalyptic. The air rippled in a visible shockwave that shattered every remaining window in a hundred-meter radius. The Zero Pointer’s head didn’t dent—it imploded, its metal skull crumpling inward as the entire frame was launched backward like a missile.

It tore through two more buildings, splitting them apart like wet paper. Walls burst outward, sending debris raining down in a deadly storm of glass, steel, and concrete. The monster didn’t stop until it plowed through the city’s perimeter wall, half-buried in rubble, sparks hissing from its broken chassis.

---

Observation Room

“What the hell—?!” Vlad King shouted, almost spilling his coffee. “That’s not normal power output!”

All Might said nothing, but his grip on the armrest tightened until the leather creaked.

Back in the field, Izuku landed hard, his boots cracking the pavement. He didn’t waste a second—he pushed through the settling dust, zeroing in on Uraraka, who was pinned under a slab of fallen debris.

With one arm, he tossed it aside like it was cardboard, scooping her up effortlessly. She gasped at the sudden lift, finding herself cradled against his chest as he bolted toward the evacuation gates, the collapsing skyline rumbling behind them.

They only stopped when the walls of the gate loomed ahead, the dust cloud roaring closer like an angry beast.

“You alright?” Izuku asked with a small smirk.

Uraraka’s wide eyes met his, her face flushing crimson as she realized just how close she was to him.

“Y-Yeah… I’m fine.”

“Good,” he said, setting her gently down.

“Could you, uh… please put me down?” she added quickly, stepping back to create distance.

“Sorry,” he chuckled.

She gave a shy smile. “Thank you, Izuku.”

“No problem.”

“THE TEST IS ALL OVER!” Present Mic’s voice boomed from the loudspeakers, marking the end of the chaos.

Izuku smiled faintly, a satisfied calm in his expression.

‘All that saving paid off. I’ve learned how to control my power… otherwise I probably would’ve sent that Zero Pointer flying across the entire school.’

Around him, the sound of groans and shuffling echoed through the dust-choked air as Recovery Girl hobbled into the scene, her cane tapping against the cracked pavement.

“Line up, line up! Let’s patch you brats up before you keel over,” she barked in her usual grandmotherly tone.

Izuku glanced over at Uraraka, who was still catching her breath, before giving her a casual wave.

“Well, I’ll see you when school starts, Uraraka. See ya.”

He turned and began walking toward the exit, his steps steady and confident. Every head seemed to follow him as he left—murmurs whispering through the group like ripples in a pond.

Some looked impressed, some intimidated… and a few, like Iida, wore a thin mask over a storm of envy.

‘He even saved the girl…’ Iida thought bitterly, his hands tightening into fists. ‘He’s definitely getting the highest marks. Damn it.’

Uraraka’s gaze lingered on his back long after he’d gone, her blush still refusing to fade.

‘He’s so cool…’ she thought, biting her lip slightly before she even realized it.

Thwack!

She yelped as Recovery Girl’s cane tapped her knee sharply.

“Don’t go falling for the boy just because he saved you,” the old woman warned, giving her a sharp side-eye. “You don’t know how badly that can end.”

“I’m not falling for him!” Uraraka said quickly, waving her hands defensively as her blush deepened.

Recovery Girl just chuckled knowingly before shuffling off to the next student, leaving Uraraka staring at the ground with her thoughts spinning.

TO BE CONTINUED

Chapter 14

Izuku went back home, the afternoon sun spilling warm light through the windows as he stepped inside. The faint smell of miso soup drifted from the kitchen, but before he could take off his shoes, he spotted his mom standing in the hallway, hands clasped together, eyes wide with anticipation.

“How did it go?” Inko asked, her voice carrying that unmistakable mix of worry and excitement only a mother could have.

“I won’t receive my results for a week, Mom,” he replied calmly, slipping his shoes off and setting them neatly aside. “But I know I passed.”

Her shoulders relaxed a little, but then her lips curled into a mischievous smile.
“Oh, well, I guess I’ll wait a week before I post you on my Facebook page for all my followers,” she teased, already reaching for her phone. “I call myself The Green Saber. I sent you a friend request, but you never accepted it—why?” she asked, giving him an exaggerated pout.

Izuku blinked, staring at her for a moment before deadpanning, “…Green Saber. That’s why.”

He brushed past her toward his room, leaving Inko frozen for a second before she chuckled to herself.

As he walked down the hall, he shoved his hands in his pockets, his mind wandering.
‘Green Saber… Reminds me of GTA San Andreas. I should download it now that I think about it.’


[U.A. High School – Faculty Meeting Room]

The long oval table was stacked with papers, screens, and steaming mugs of coffee. Sunlight poured in through the tall windows, but the atmosphere in the room was sharp with focus.

Present Mic leaned back in his chair, shades glinting under the lights. “YEEEEAH, sooooo… I don’t say this often, but that kid? That Izuku Midoriya? Dude’s got style. Clean, efficient, and didn’t hog every villain for himself.”

Midnight tapped her pen against her folder with a smirk. “Not to mention, he scored ridiculously high without going overboard. I’ve seen plenty of top scorers before, but most of them accidentally sabotage the other examinees. He managed to keep the robots down while leaving opportunities for others to score. That’s… impressive control.”

Cementoss nodded, flipping through the exam footage on a tablet. “His destructive power is notable as well—especially his strike on the Zero Pointer. Minimal collateral damage given the sheer force he used. If he hadn’t angled the hit downward, we’d be picking robot parts out of the stands.”

At the head of the table, Nezu steepled his paws together, eyes bright with curiosity. “Yes, yes… remarkable restraint for someone his age. The most interesting part to me is that he didn’t even seem to be at his limit. He hit his point goal, then stopped early.”

Ectoplasm frowned. “Which means either he calculated his score in advance or… he’s hiding how strong he really is.”

“Maybe he’s just humble,” Snipe said from across the table. “Not every powerhouse is an attention hog.”

Midnight chuckled under her breath. “Oh, he’s not humble. Did you see the way girl looked at him after the rescue? That boy knows exactly what he’s doing.”

All Might, sitting quietly at the far end, kept his gaze on the table. His mind replayed that single punch on the Zero Pointer. The power, the form, the control—it stirred something in him.

“…That strength. That speed. It’s familiar,” he muttered to himself, almost too low for the others to hear.

Nezu’s ears twitched. “Familiar, All Might?”

All Might waved it off, forcing a smile. “Just reminds me of someone I knew long ago. That’s all.”

Power Loader scratched his chin. “Either way, he’s a clear top candidate. His academic scores are strong, physical performance is exceptional, and he worked well in the chaos without needing orders.”

Nezu’s smile widened. “Then it’s settled. Midoriya will join Class 1-A. I’m quite eager to see how he develops…”

The conversation drifted to other examinees, but the name Izuku Midoriya lingered in the air, carrying with it the weight of high expectations.

..

[One Week Later ]

Izuku had the acceptance letter from U.A. folded neatly in his pocket, but he didn’t even need to look at it anymore—Inko had already announced it to the world. She’d gone straight to her Facebook page, posting.

“Proud Mama Moment: My boy is going to U.A.! 💚✨ #GreenSaberMom” alongside a picture of the two of them.

‘I pray that doesn’t backfire one day,’ Izuku thought as he leaned against the doorframe, watching her hit “post.”

‘But then again, if they did try something with her… this would turn into Injustice real quick.’

Before he could slip back into his room, Inko’s phone rang. Mitsuki Katsuki’s name flashed on the screen. Within minutes, plans were made, and now they were in a cab heading toward Bakugo’s house.

The reason for the invitation? Izuku wasn’t exactly sure. Well… maybe he had an idea.

For the past few days, he and Mitsuki had been exchanging messages—playful teasing, subtle flirting. Nothing serious, but enough to make the air between them… different. She’d even sent him a photo one night, wearing a silky nightdress that clung to her in all the right places, captioned “About to sleep, night~”.

He’d responded with a casual ab pic. Her reply took over an hour. He knew exactly why.

Now, standing outside the Katsuki residence, Izuku looked over the neighborhood he grew up in—or at least, partially grew up in. Memories of childhood scraps with Bakugo, playground dares, and after-school walks passed through his mind.

The front door opened. Mitsuki stepped out with a bright smile, hugging Inko first. When her eyes met Izuku’s, she gave him a quick wink. His smirk was almost instant.

“The thing is,” she began, her voice warm, “I wanted us to celebrate how both our sons got accepted. So that’s why I invited you two. My husband won’t be home tonight. Also, Bakugo’s out with his friends for now, but he’ll be back later.”

“Well, thank you for inviting us. Now, let the party begin! It’s a good thing I brought snacks. Let me go get them from the car,” Inko said, hurrying back outside.

The moment the door shut behind her, the energy in the hallway shifted.

Mitsuki leaned casually against the wall, her eyes traveling up and down before settling on his face.

“You look prettier than ever,” Izuku said as he stepped closer, lowering his voice.

“Thank you… and you look as dashing as the last time I saw you,” she replied without missing a beat.

“I mean, not much time has passed,” he said with a grin, “but… what were you doing with the picture I sent you? Took a while to reply.”

Her eyes darted away, a blush creeping into her cheeks. “Nothing. I was… busy with laundry that day.”

“Oh, makes sense. Guess you had to hang all those 'wet' clothes, at night” he said, letting the word linger.

She chuckled, then slowly placed her hand against his chest—fingers lightly brushing over his shirt. “You could say that…”

Izuku was about to reply when he heard his mom’s footsteps approaching. His smirk deepened. “We’ll continue this some other time, I guess.”

He stepped back, strolling casually into their living room just as Inko walked in with a bag of snacks and a case of beer.

Mitsuki turned toward her friend like nothing happened, but the faint pink on her cheeks gave her away.

Izuku sank into the couch, relaxed, crossing one leg over the other.

‘Things are going great,’ he thought, a small, knowing smile tugging at the corner of his lips.


TO BE CONTINUED

[A/N : Had to cut it down ro 14 due to the world limit. I'll post chapter 15 separately]