Just some light and fluffy IzuMel. Enjoy.
This was written in about 4 hours. It's fun when my brain does this. I gotta go realign my spine now. I sit so badly in my chair.
"Uhm…dad?" six-year old Izuku Midoriya asked as they waited to board the plane, his mother fretting over their carry-on luggage behind them, "W-why are we moving?"
"Because," Hisashi said calmly, a kind smile on his face as he looked down at his son, "I miss the two of you so much. I can't bear to be apart from you anymore!"
And I would have to kill that blond brat if he so much as looked at you again.
"Oh," Izuku mumbled, scratching at the fresh bandages that were wrapped around his arms, covering the numerous burns, "O-okay."
"I'm sorry that you have to leave your friends behind," Hisashi said.
Not that they were your friends. I had to hold myself back from strangling the little monsters when I saw them.
"But there's someone I'm sure you'll make great friends with on I-Island! She's my boss's daughter!"
"A-a g-girl?" Izuku squeaked, his face going red.
"Yes, she's a year older than you, but I'm sure you'll find you have plenty in common!" Hisashi laughed, squeezing his son's hand gently, the boy giving a nervous nod.
"O-okay."
"And everyone on the Island is really nice, so you should have no problem making other friends as well!" Hisashi tried, flinching as Izuku curled in on himself slightly.
And I'll destroy anyone who thinks they can hurt you. Anyone!
"Well, looks like it's time for us to board," Hisashi chuckled slightly as he turned to his wife, "Come on Inko, stop fretting for a moment and let me take those bags."
"Oh Hisashi! But this was all so sudden!" the woman said, her once slender form starting to round out slightly from the stress-eating she had recently started, "Are you sure it's fine?"
"Yes, I'm sure," Hisashi said as he picked up the bags turning towards the private gate in the airport, "Absolutely sure!"
"Hi!" the blond said in English as Izuku hid behind his mother's legs, "My name is Melissa Shield!"
"Melissa," the man beside her said as he petted the girl's head, "He can't understand you like that, say it how we practiced."
"Oh!" the girl gasped, before bowing slightly to Izuku and speaking in slightly broken Japanese, "Hello, my name Melissa Shield, I want be your friend, please."
"She's getting better!" Hisashi laughed to the man as Izuku stared at the girl, her bright smile making him blush, "A few more years and she'll be talking like a native! Especially with Izuku here to help!"
"Dad, who is this?" Izuku asked quietly, looking up at the man, something strangely familiar about him.
"Oh, well my name is David Shield," the man laughed in near perfect Japanese, "I'm your father's supervisor and friend."
"He also knows All Might," Hisashi smirked as he watched his son's face light up, staring at David in awe.
"You know All Might?!" the boy gasped, the girl suddenly looking excited as he spoke.
"Uncle Might? You like Uncle Might?" Melissa gasped, grabbing the boy by the hand, "I like Uncle Might too!"
The parents watched as the two suddenly began talking, one in Japanese, the other in English as they both began to gush about their favorite Hero.
"Oh yeah, they're definitely going to be friends," Hisashi laughed.
"These are…impressive isn't even a good enough word," David muttered as they sat in the Midoriya's new apartment, the two children sitting on the carpet of the open plan living room as they played with some of Izuku's toys.
"I know," Hisashi replied, "He started them about a year ago. After he was…diagnosed quirkless."
The other man simply nodded as his friend's mood dropped slightly.
"Melissa was the same," David sighed, "About a year after her diagnosis she started to get obsessed with Support Technology, not that I'm complaining."
"But to think that there was another quirkless child so close," Inko sighed, looking over to the two children as they both laughed happily, "It…I don't want to say it makes me happy but…"
"I'm also glad that Melissa has someone she can relate to, Inko," David smiled, placing a hand on her shoulder, "But back to these notebooks! They are absolutely incredible! The level of detail and insight into the mechanics and dynamics of the quirks observed! I could almost believe that it's the notes of a college level student already!"
"I know, right!" Hisashi said proudly.
"We must nurture this, let it grow," David said, smiling at the two parents, "If this is the level that he's at right now, he could easily become one of the best in the analysis industry."
"Oh, he will be!" Hisashi laughed, "He will be. And more!"
The seven-year old stared at the tablet in his hands, eyes wide as tears formed at the corners.
"T-thank you," he said softly, wiping his eyes as the blond grinned at him before she pulled him into a tight hug.
"It's for your quirk analysis!" David explained, handing the green-haired boy a small book, "This contains all the features and settings, so you can set it up however you like. I've also linked it up to the Island's main server, so you have access to all the basic quirk data we have collected."
"T-that's too much!" Inko gasped, "I-is it safe to give him that?"
"In one year, Izuku has helped us develop half a dozen patents for helping people with detrimental quirks, Inko," David said calmly, "Honestly, I want to give him full access to all the quirk data we have just to see what he'd get out of it, but it's still a little early for that."
"I-I'd say!" Inko gasped, looking at her son as he began playing with the tablet, Melissa pressed close beside him showing some of the features.
"I'M NOT LATE!" Hisashi shouted as he burst throught he door, startling everyone as he looked around frantically, "Dammit! You already gave it to him!"
"Izu!"
The shout pulled Izuku from his tablet, the eight-year-old boy looking up as his best, and honestly only, friend on the Island ran up to him.
"What's up, Melissa?" he asked in English, the girl all but bouncing on her feet as she grinned at him.
"Uncle Might is here!" the excited blond shouted, throwing her arms up into the air, "Or he will be! Soon! Like later today!"
"Uncle…ALL MIGHT?!" Izuku shrieked as he shot to his feet, his tablet all but forgotten, "Here? Today? Soon?"
"Yes!" Melissa cheered, "I have to introduce you! He'll love you! You're just like him!"
"J-just l-like All Might?" the boy squeaked as Melissa grabbed his tablet, handing it back to him before dragging him away, "H-how?"
"You're really kind! And you like justice! And you make me happy whenever I see you! Just like Uncle Might!" Melissa said happily as she pulled Izuku away, the green-haired boy bursting out into a deep blush.
"I cannot wait to meet this mystery Analyst of yours, David," the burly blonde-haired man laughed as he walked with his friend, "I would never have been able to defeat those Villains so easily if not for their analysis of their quirks!"
"Oh, I know," David laughed, "You may be the best Hero, but even you need help from time to time."
"UNCLE MIGHT!" the shout echoed through the terminal as the two men turned to see the pair of children running towards them, the girl dragging the boy behind her, "You're here!"
"That I am, young Melissa!" All Might laughed as the girl launched herself into his arms, hugging his neck tightly, "How have you been?"
"I've been really good!" the girl said excitedly, before suddenly looking like she'd remembered something and pulling herself free of the man's hold, dropping to the floor before grabbing hold of the boy's hand again, "This is Izuku! He's my best friend!"
"Ah, well hello there, young man!" All Might laughed, "It's good to see that young Melissa has found herself a friend! I was worried she would bury herself in her work to become a support engineer!"
"Y-you…" the boy muttered, staring at All Might in a mixture of shock and awe, "You're really All Might."
"That I am," All Might chuckled, somewhat used to that reaction.
"You quirk is amazing! A full spectrum enhancement quirk that boost all aspects of the person's physical capabilities and…" the boy suddenly launched into a long winded analysis of the theories behind All Might's quirk, startling the man as the child madly scrolled through his tablet, his words becoming a mishmash of both English and Japanese.
"Izu, you're doing it again," the girl laughed, squeezing his hand as the boy blushed, hiding his face behind his tablet, "We really need to break that habit, you know. Speak one language at a time."
"S-sorry, I got excited," Izuku muttered, blushing harder.
"This is Izuku Midoriya," David suddenly said, "He's the son of one of our Technicians, Hisashi Midoriya. The same one who designed the seams on your last suit."
"Wait… Izuku Midoriya? Isn't that the name of-," All Might started to say.
"My mystery Analyst?" David laughed, "Yes. They are one and the same."
"B-but how? He's a child!" All Might gasped, "Does he have an intelligence quirk?"
"Nope!" Melissa said loudly, smiling up at the man, "He's just like me! He doesn't have a quirk!"
"Doesn't have…" All Might muttered, looking at the boy as he hid his red face, "Well, that's certainly impressive, young man! I hope to have your assistance again in the future!"
"I-I-I…Yessir, All Might sir!" the boy spluttered, stunned by the fact that his Hero had just praised him, "I p-promise!"
"Hey Izu, what's your dream?"
The question surprised Izuku as the two of them sat on the balcony of Melissa and David's apartment, looking out over the ocean as they talked.
"I…I don't really have one," the nine-year old lied, immediately feeling the stare of his best friend, "It's stupid."
"Nothing is stupid!" Melissa huffed, crossing her arms as she glared at him, "Now tell me!"
"I…I want to be a Hero," Izuku mumbled, closing his eyes as he waited from the inevitable response.
"Wow, that's so cool! Can I be your Support Technician then?!"
Izuku jumped, turning to stare at Melissa in shock.
"Y-you actually think I can?" he breathed, "You think I can be a Hero?"
"I don't see why not," Melissa shrugged, "We make all sorts of Support Gear for all sorts of quirks, it will be easy to make stuff for someone without one."
"But first you'll need training," the two children jumped at the sound of David's voice, both turning to see their fathers standing in the door, watching them.
"Of course, that's only after you finish your schooling," Hisashi laughed, "How far are you now? About to start with Middle school I believe?"
"Izuku."
"Yes, mom?" the ten-year old asked as he scrolled through his tablet, humming quietly to himself as he read through the latest International Hero News.
"What's this?" she asked, holding up the form he'd left on the kitchen table.
"Oh, that that permission form to allow me to start Highschool early," Izuku replied, smiling brightly at her, "Melissa already started, but I wanted to make sure you were okay with it first."
"I…Izuku, you only started Middle School last year!" Inko sighed, "How have you gotten so far ahead!"
"Well, it's not like I have anything else to do except learn, so that's what I do," Izuku shrugged.
"What about hanging out with Melissa?" Inko asked.
"Oh, we either study or work on Mel's projects," Izuku replied, "It's fun for us."
"You aren't rushing this because of what your father said, are you?" Inko said, her voice going stern, "I don't want you hurting yourself just because you want to start training."
"I'm not! The work was just that easy! I swear!" Izuku said hurriedly, dropping his tablet as he rushed over to his mother, "I'm not rushing anything, I swear!"
Inko sighed as she looked into her son's eyes, her own softening a moment later.
"Fine, I believe you," she said softly, turning and grabbing a pen from the jar nearby, "Now, where do I sign on this?"
"And done!" Izuku sighed as he put his pen down beside the exam, smiling as David looked up and grinned back at him.
"Not bad," the brunette chuckled as he got up and took the paper, slipping it into the envelope and sealing it, "But Melissa finished about five minutes ago."
"Dammit," the eleven-year old muttered, "Always faster than me."
"Says the boy who's a full year younger than her," David laughed, "Let her have her small victories."
"Well, we've both finished Highschool now," Izuku smiled happily, so you know what that means!"
"You are way to eager for this," the older man sighed, "Melissa is going to have a hell of a time with you in the future."
"What do you mean?" Izuku asked as David just winked.
"Good!" the trainer shouted as she ran through the drill with Melissa, the blond punching and kicking the pads on his hands as the sweat dripped down her face.
Izuku watched, entranced, his water bottle all but forgotten in his hand as he watched his best friend practice with their kickboxing coach, the woman shouting encouragement to the girl. The twelve-year old swallowed nervously as the girl finished the set, hopping back from the trainer and shaking out her arms, the fine lines of developing muscle already visible as her sweat dripped down her skin.
"Hey Izu!" the shout pulled him out of his stupor, blinking in surprise as Melissa suddenly sat beside him, grabbing his water bottle and taking a long drink, "You're up next."
"R-right!" the green-haired boy said as he shot to his feet, darting into the boxing ring.
Melissa grinned as she watched Izuku go through the kickboxing drills she'd just completed, taking another drink from his bottle. Izuku gave a shout as he slammed his fist into the pad with force, their coach grinning widely as she encouraged him more and more, the boy speeding up. Melissa watched as he flexed and moved, her cheeks flushing a little more as his shirt began to ride up, revealing the start of his abs. She took another long drink on his bottle, looking away as she drained the bottle, quickly getting up to refill it from the water fountain.
"So, when's the wedding?"
"Huh?" the two teenagers looked up from the motorcycle-like machine they were working on, grease and grime smeared across their faces as they stared at the lab assistant who'd just asked the question.
"When's the wedding? I was wondering when you were finally going to tie the knot?" the woman continued as she set down a box of parts.
"I'm too young? And so is Izuku," Melissa said, before both of them dropped their heads back down, continuing to work on the machine.
"Not here," the woman laughed, "I mean, both your fathers are on the board of directors, right? Don't they basically make the laws of I-Island?"
"What are you getting at?" Izuku asked as he stepped back, digging in a toolbox for some tool.
"Well, you could just ask them to make the legal age of marriage thirteen,"
"Why thirteen?" Melissa asked, accepting the tool from Izuku without looking, "I'm fourteen."
"Yeah, but then you'd have to wait another year," the woman hummed, "Because Midoriya is a year younger than you."
"What does that have to do with anything?" Izuku asked, leaning back over the machine, pushing Melissa slightly to the side as they both reached into the machine.
"Well, you're going to marry each other, aren't you?"
"Huh?!" the two said, heads shooting back up as they stared at her, cheeks visibly red, even under the grime.
"Hey Izu," Melissa called as she slid onto the desk chair next to the fourteen-year old, shoving him half off of it as she spread the blueprints on his desk, over the work he was busy doing, "What do you think of this design for Lifter?"
"Huh? The guy with the flying quirk?" Izuku muttered as he looked over the paper, "Too heavy, his quirk is limited by weight, so the materials need to be as lightweight as possible. Also, the design will only increase drag when moving at speed through the air."
"That's exactly what I said!" Melissa pouted as Izuku laughed, rolling the blue print up and going back to his work, "Hey, what are you working on right now?"
"Oh, just finishing up some work for my PHD," Izuku yawned, "Spent the whole night on it but it's finally done."
"The whole night?" Melissa huffed, "Really, you have to stop doing that! That paper isn't even due for another month!"
"Yeah, but I wanted to get it done, more important work to do," Izuku replied, getting up from the chair and stretching, showing off a small sliver of his stomach, Melissa feeling a slight blush burn on her cheeks as she stared, "Anyway, no time to sleep now, have to do some analysis for dad."
"Since when does uncle Hisashi need analysis?" Melissa asked.
"What? No, your dad," Izuku yawned, suddenly freezing as his brain seemed to catch up with what he'd just said.
"Wait, you called my dad "dad"," Melissa snorted, laughing hard as she stared at the blushing teen, "Oh my god, does that mean you see me as a sister?"
"N-NO!" Izuku blurted, startling them both, "N-not like that."
"Oh," the blond hummed, "Then…how do you see me?"
"How do I…well, I…You're really smart…and pretty…and I feel comfortable around you…" Izuku muttered, looking away as he blushed harder, his voice going high, "And I…maybe…like you?"
"I like you too."
Izuku blinked as he stared at the blond, her own cheeks red as she stood from his chair, walking up closer to him.
"Pardon?"
"I like you too, Izuku Midoriya," Melissa repeated, "So…shall we stop all the fooling around?"
"Fooling around?" Izuku said, staring up at the slightly taller girl, "What do you mean fooling around?"
"Oh, come on!" Melissa laughed, slipping her arms around Izuku's neck, "You're not really that dense, are you?"
"Says the girl who hasn't noticed me flirting with her for the last year," Izuku muttered.
"Oh, I noticed," Melissa chuckled, making Izuku stare at her in shock, "Your attempts were just so bad I couldn't bring myself to respond!"
"Oh, come on!" Izuku cried, "I worked hard on some of those!"
"Did you really?" Melissa laughed, pressing her forehead against his, "That's hilarious!"
"Says you," Izuku laughed back, the two staring into each other's eyes for a moment before Izuku spoke again, "Now what?"
"Now?" Melissa hummed as she pressed her body tighter against Izuku's, "Now you kiss the girl."
Inko smiled as she stood outside the door, a tray of drinks and snacks in hand as she listened to the two teens. Silently, she set the tray down, before hurrying through to their kitchen, pulling out her phone as she went, typing quickly on the screen.
"I have a very special offer for you," the bear-dog-rat thing said as Izuku stared at him, his face a mask of shock, "I need a new Quirk Theory Teacher for UA, and you are the best of the best."
"I…you…you want me? To teach? At UA?" Izuku stammered, staring in shock as the Principal nodded, a small smile on his lips.
"To be perfectly honest, I wouldn't mind having you as a student either," Nedzu chuckled, "But seeing as how you have tested out of Highschool already, and even have your PHD in Quirk Theory, well, that's hardly an option, now is it?"
"Take it Izu!" Melissa gasped, holding tightly onto his arm as she near vibrated in excitement next to him, "You have to take it! It was your dream to go to UA! Now you get to!"
"I…I accept," Izuku said slowly, the shock slowly draining from his face, "On one condition."
"And I would like to welcome the newest member of our staff," Nedzu said as the students stood quietly for the Entrance Ceremony, "Izuku Midoriya, who will be taking the position of Quirk Theory Teacher for both the Support and Hero Courses of all years! Please give him a friendly welcome!"
There is a second part of this coming soon(ish, I hope?) So keep your eyes peeled and all that jazz!