people really weren't lyin when they said junior year is hard. it's hard.
"Inko, my little brat has been acting weird lately."
The green haired woman stifled a giggle and said, "Hormones-"
"No, before you say anything, my brat is weirder than usual. Like he's oddly quiet and just disappears sometimes? He stopped hanging around bad influences, thank god... Plus, I know that his quirk was powerful enough to blow up tables, but he somehow blew up an entire abandoned house the other day..."
Inko gave a minute frown and she gripped her coffee cup in concern.
"I think it's a little bit strange too. I see Katsuki hanging around with Izuku lately, and even though it's a good thing, they haven't been friends for a while, haven't they? A week ago, some random kids started showing up to our door- and they were really nice and polite too. In addition, Izuku got some powerful quirk as a late bloomer..."
"Same with Katsuki! Well, except the quirk part. Did you notice that he and Izuku hang out with the strangest group of friends? And they always come back ass wiped and roughed up..."
She suddenly dropped her teacup onto the table and let out a loud gasp. Green tea dripped from all sides of the table but she made no move to clean it up. Instead, she gripped her phone tightly with two, shaky hands.
"Inko? Inko? What happened?"
"Nothing. Mitsuki-chan, I know it's not likely... But do you think they're part of a fighting ring?"
"Oh fuck I'm going to kill them-"
"I-I mean-"
"No, Inko-chan! That makes sense! They disappear in the middle of the night, Izuku suddenly gets some powerful quirk and their friend's powers are out of this world! Have you seen that brat with half white hair and half red hair? He's a Todoroki!"
"A-A Todoroki? He came to our house a week ago and used bills as tissues!"
"He must be some kind of benefactor! What do we do? What if the little shits are involved with villains?"
At this, Inko gave a chortling laugh.
"J-Just a possibility, yaknow!"
"Our kids would never! They want to be heroes," Inko had no doubt in this, "Maybe they just enjoy fighting? I'll just ask Izuku tonight. Speaking of which, I have to get started with dinner soon. Do you want to come over for some tea tomorrow?"
"Oh! Damn," Mitsuki said, "Hell yeah! Let's drink green tea and pretend it's tequila!"
"Mom! I'm home!"
Izuku took off his shoes and heaved out a sigh. At this point, going to middle school became useless. He had attended the same class at least a hundred times, learned the exact same thing more than a thousand times, and had gotten caught sleeping again.
"I'm in the dining room, Izuku."
Crap. Whenever mom is waiting for me, it's always something bad.
He shrugged off his coat and hurriedly hung it on the rack. Basically sprinting from the coat rack to the dining room, he stopped at the doorway and straightened out his crumpled uniform.
His green eyes met her stern face.
"Mom, before you say anything, no, All Might is not my secret lover. No, I am not involved with illegal drugs and no, I don't own a farm. No, I am not some underground superhero and I haven't broken any bones yet. And no, I am not lathering myself up in butter and rubbing my face against the floor."
Inko looked gobsmacked and her face was scrunched in confusion.
"Izuku, honey... I-I was about to ask if you were involved with an underground fighting ring, but now I'm a little bit concerned about your mental health and wellbeing. Do your new friends have some kind of bad influence on your new behavior?"
Izuku's eye twitched, "Mom, did All Might forget to tell you that he passed his quirk down to me?"
Inko and Izuku stared at each other.
"What quirk. What do you mean forget," Inko's voice became flat, "Why haven't I been notified about this?"
"So long story short," Izuku recited from memory, "I've told you this story maybe a hundred times but I can repeat it again. Basically, my friends and my teachers at UA are stuck in this time loop and it's really annoying because we experience the same thing over a hundred times and fight the same villains over and over again. All Might chose me as his successor and he's about to die, which he likes to deny repeatedly because he doesn't actually die except those three times. Oh, and we reset every time and get a new quirk when someone dies."
Throughout his short story, his mother's face morphed from confusion to blankness. Her eyes twinkled with concern but her face lacked emotion. Izuku breathed out a sigh through his nose, stretched his aching arms, and aimed his pointer finger into Inko's cup.
"Izuku, sweetie, did you hit your head last week...?"
"No mom, here, watch this."
A squirt of clear, viscous liquid came out of his fingertip. He switched to his ring finger and green jam came out in globs, landing weakly around the cup. It spurted pathetically for at least a minute until it gushed out rapidly.
"Sorry, I'll clean that up later," Izuku sighed meekly as his finger spurted out at least four gallons of the green, sticky jam.
"I just got the kiwi jam quirk two resets ago and I'm not really loving it. The taste is really off and when you have it with eggs, god, it's disgusting. The jam oddly tastes good when Kaminari fries it thought, which is totally weird. Also, it really helps during the Sports Festival though, I made so many people slip because somehow, I can only mass produce it-"
"Izuku, I-"
Inko fainted.
"Crap. Not again..."
