Hey, guys! Here is another chapter of 'Once in A Green Moon.' This will serve as a filler chapter as it shows the daily life of OOC Izuku x OOC Nemuri. It was a regular day until Izuku discovers something interesting from Nemuri's past. What is it? Find out!

It was a warm, sunny afternoon at the Midoriya-Kayama residence. Izuku opened the doors to allow the spring air to soothe the stuff apartment. It was laundry day and the emerald-haired teen finally finished the last article of clothing. This last article was heavy - their blanket. The yellow quilt that was a Kayama heirloom was being hung over the balcony to dry. Once putting some clamps on it, he was able to rest.

Meanwhile, his girlfriend Nemuri was sitting in the living room eating ice cream. Mint chocolate chip was her favorite and she was already on her fifth pint. In her defense, she was eating for four.

Izuku dusted his hands of his job well-done. "Ok, babe! The laundry is finally completed." Nemuri gave him a thumbs up. Her mouth was full while she was wiping ice cream residue on her nightgown. They had specially ordered pregnancy clothes as she was approaching the last trimester of her pregnancy. It was only a matter of time before the house of two become a house of five.

She swallowed the frozen dairy treat. "Thanks, sweetheart. You deserve a hug!" Izuku plugged his nose. It was another silent-but-deadly, third-alarm type of flatulence. Nemuri grabbed the air freshener beside the couch as she sprayed the area. Izuku jumped to the couch and grabbed the remote to turn up the television. His American cartoons were on and he wasn't going to miss the reruns of Rocko's Modern Life. Especially his favorite episode where the kangaroo character, Rocko, goes to Holl-O-Wood to retrieve the Bighead's son, Ralph. Overall, he just wanted to see the part of Rocko's alter ego, Rollo.

"Oh, here goes that annoying marsupial, Rollo," said Izuku mockingly as it wasn't enough as he laughed at the one-man laugh track on the television. He slapped his thigh while saw Nemuri writing on her notepad. Her face was concentrating on the yellow legal pad. It was the interest of Izuku's parents for them to throw a baby shower. Since Izuku wouldn't be disclosed as the father, it was under the guise of him being the host.

"Shall I invite Yuu because she is a good friend or be a bitch that I got pregnant before her," she said to herself as she was making her invitations.

"Let's hope that that is the mood swings talking according to the doctor," replied Izuku as he looked at the boxes in the kitchen.

It was decided by the two that the apartment was no longer inhabitable for the family. Thanks to his father, Hisashi, he had made some connections to find affordable housing near his parents' residence. It was a three bedroom townhome. It had a carport, a backyard, and enough space to support them for the time being. It was cheap and he couldn't complain. However, to the chagrin of Izuku, that 'affordable' townhouse is only three blocks from his parents' home.

"Shall we invite the class to the shindig," asked Nemuri as she looked over to Izuku.

Izuku nodded approvingly. "Yeah, sure! That would be great! They would like to see our bundle of joy,"

"Neat! I already put them on the list," she said as she continued writing. "Oh, I will invite Shouta as well." She gave him a concerned look. "Despite our friendship, we do have a history. But don't worry, it is a distant, distant memory."

Izuku half-listened and just nodded as he still tried to work on his jealousy. It wasn't long ago when Nemuri wanted to start their relationship officially and wanted a clean slate. She confessed to Izuku of the men and the women she had sexual relations. He won't go into further detail but Aizawa-sensei was on that list. 'Izuku, baby. It was a fling. Nothing more, nothing lose. An inappropriate relationship between colleagues, that's all.' He remembered her kissing his hand. 'Please forgive me.' In return, the emerald-haired teen kissed her forehead. 'I can't get mad over it. Because all of that was before me and you.'

Once the episode ended, he turned to the brown notebook on the table. He found it as he was packing up for the move to their new home. He didn't get a chance to check it out but it was an old photo album.

As Nemuri contemplated who to bring and who not to bring to the shower, he proceeded to open it.

"No way in hell Toga is ever, ever invited to this shower."

The first picture was a young Nemuri. She couldn't have been no more than twelve, maybe thirteen. She looked adorable. She was sitting on a bean bag chair, presumably watching television. In her hand, she was eating Pocky sticks. Izuku paused. He further examined the picture as she began to look like a certain character from an anime from the recent decade.

"Despite that Ragdoll and Mandalay owe me money, they can compensate with the list I need to give to Don Quixote's!"

Izuku reached for his cell phone and scroll on to Google search engine.

"Katsuki hasn't been such arrogance to my Izuku lately. He and his mother can attend! Katsuki might need to pay to get in!"

Izuku typed in No Matter How I Look At, It's You Guys' Fault I'm Unpopular! He then pressed the main character of the series. With his cell phone and with her picture, he compared. Izuku's smile spread and bit his bottom lip. He cracked a grin. He tried to contain it. When he observed his girlfriend, he began to laugh hysterically.

"Hawks is invited if he brings…" She paused, seeing Izuku tucking in his stomach and grinning. "What's so funny, ba…" As if a sound of thunder roared through the living room, her blue eyes darted at the brown notebook in question.

"Izuku," she asked frustratingly. "Where did you find that?"

Izuku heard the sound of his girlfriend. He looked at her once again before laughing. "Oh my, God! No way! No way! She looks like you as a kid!"

"Izuku, sweetie." She repeated. Only this time, her voice was strained. If she wasn't pregnant, she would have jumped onto him. "What are you looking at?"

Izuku stopped, trying to contain his grin. It was obvious that their eyes weren't the same but the look she gives when she was happy, sad, aroused, it was like looking at the replica of Tomoko Kuroki.

"Izuku, sweetie. Let's pretend you have never seen that book," she said cautiously. "I won't explain how you found it but I will say that book is the book from Hell." She bit her lip, trying to keep her composure. "Put the book down and let's have a good old chat!"

"Sure!" Izuku understood. He closed the book and put it to the side. He crossed his legs, giving his pregnant girlfriend her full and undivided attention. "We can talk." He winked at her. "Mokocchi!"

With all of her strength, Nemuri managed to get up from the couch. She put her fists together. Her forehead bulged. Her eyes were glowing red. She gave a sickening smile. "You...are...so...dead!"

Izuku laughingly ran from the couch as Nemuri chased him. He managed to jump over the table as he attempted to make his way to the bedroom.

"Oh, hell no, sweetness," she shouted to Izuku.

It was the crackle of the whip that made Izuku realized that she meant business. Before he could make the corner, he felt the whip wrapping around his ankle. He grabbed hold to the floor as he clawed back to her direction.

"So, you say I look like Tomoko, Izuku sweetness?"

He was laughing nervously. "Sweetheart, you know I was messing around. Baby?!"

"Me, too, Izuku. Me, too!" She snapped the whip.

A few minutes later….

"Do I look like Tomoko Kuroki?!"

"No, baby!"

"That doesn't sound like you mean it!"

"I do mean it, sweetheart!"

"Sweetheart?"

"I mean, my dear wonderful wife-to-be and mother to our kits!"

"Damn right, Izuku!"

Nemuri was standing on the couch as she dangled Izuku upside down with her whip. Each time he resisted, she tickled him onto his bare stomach.

"Who runs this kingdom?"

"You do, sweetness," answered Izuku.

"Who is the queen?"

"It's you, baby!"

"Who runs you, baby?"

"The Queen."

"Damn right, my king."

She released him, landing on his face in the process. She hopped from the couch, knowing she shouldn't be doing it in the first place. "Now treat this Queen to some more ice cream."

"Right away," answered Izuku. He reached for his wallet and his keys as he rushed out of the apartment.

"And be sure that it is multi-colored like that mute girl from RWBY!"

"No problem," he said as he closed the door.

Nemuri was flushed. It was fun to tease her boyfriend. She wasn't concerned as she knew that he was going to make a wonderful father. She rubbed her stomach as she prepared to desecrate the abomination of her past. She picked up the book and reached for the picture of yesteryear.

"Hmm. He's right. I kinda did look like Tomoko back when I was younger."

She shrugged, tossing the book as she used her whip to destroy the evidence.

To be continued….

Izuku placed his money on the register. The emerald-haired teen was grateful that his mother sent him his allowance. A few of his favorite snacks, particularly honey buns, were on the counter. He had a bottle of milk to aid with his baked good. What he really wanted was a microwave. Unfortunate that the store's microwave was broken. Nevertheless, he can manage. He thought to himself that the few-minute walk back to his apartment will teach him a thing or two about patience.

As he was paying for the treats, he leaned back onto the counter as he looked at his cell phone. "Jokes on her. I took a picture of this before she went postal." He went onto his Facebook account and uploaded the picture.

He thanked the clerk as he grabbed the items and stepped out of the store. As he was preparing to head out, he received a phone call from his mother.

He answered it on the third ring.

"Hey, Mom. What's going on?"

"Hey, sweetness. By any chance are you near a hospital or a clinic?"

"No, ma'am. Why?"

"Well, Nemuri called me about a risque picture on Facebook."

He heard the sound of the whip.

"You may want to look again, Icchan!"

Izuku scrolled on his Facebook. His eyes widened when he realized he took another picture of Nemuri during her 'exploration' phase as a teen.

"I think you should hide, sweetie," suggested his mother.

"IIIIIIZZZZZUUUUKKKKUUUU!"

"It's the mood swings talking," said Izuku. "It's the mood swings."

Then came the sound of the whip!

To be continued….for real this time!

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