She was still pink.
And he was pissed.
First, villains had grown the balls to attack U.A. It wasn't just some insane idiot charging the front gates getting their ass handed to them by the janitor, this was coordinated, this was a declaration of war. Fortunately, none of the students had been seriously injured, hell, him and Aizawa got the most severe injuries.
Izuku glanced at his arm, the one that had been turned into jelly and then restored as good as new with the lightest touch from Yoka. She forgot about his ankle though, so that was fun to limp around on, Recovery Girl was tending to the students right now, while he had taken Yoka to his apartment.
He really wasn't sure why he did that. It just felt like the smartest thing to do given how she basically threatened to kill everyone there and Izuku didn't doubt that was in her power. It felt like watching her was like watching someone with actual superpowers. Flight, transformation, strength that made All Might look normal, speed that made some speedsters look like joggers, and the ability to casually let out energy blasts stronger than a grenade launcher.
That was another thing he was pissed about, the Yoka he had known. Was she just a lie? A cover-up? He had seen that maniac smile on her face as she fought, the bloodlust in her eyes was something he had only seen a few times, and each time it had been chilling, and Yoka's was especially frightening. So which one was the real her? The redhead that he had started to fall for, or this pink-skinned woman with white hair and a tail.
He knew the answer to that. She had chosen to fight to save the students at first, and, somehow, he had gotten through to her.
And now she was sleeping.
Like a fucking rock.
"Oooooi." Izuku poked her soft pink cheek and watched as she continued to snore softly. She moved slowly, grabbing onto his blanket and bringing it close to her chest. Did that mean she was a cuddler? "Wake up."
"I highly doubt she'll be waking up so soon."
"How the fuck did you get in my house?" Izuku glanced up and saw the rat in a suit waddling up towards his bed both paws behind his back.
"I have a key."
"I changed the locks."
"I changed the keys." Nezu stopped and stared at Yoka for a few moments. "Forgive the intrusion, but you did take her without notifying anyone."
"I told Aizawa,"
"Without notifying me," Nezu corrected and climbed up onto the bed, he placed a small paw on Yoka's arm for a moment then sighed and looked at Izuku. "I guess I was right to trust you with her though. I doubt Aizawa would have been able to form such a strong bond with her."
"So you knew about this?" Izuku gestured towards Yoka's current level of pink and even grabbed a bit of her white hair. Damn that shit was soft.
Nezu nodded. "I…" he paused, looking towards Izuku with pure black eyes for a few moments. He let out a long sigh and looked back towards Yoka. "I knew some. And most of what I know she asked that I keep secret. And for the most part, I agreed. Unlike you, she came to us for protection."
"What does she need protection from?"
"Herself."
Honestly, that was more valid than Izuku cared to admit.
"Mostly at any rate." Nezu shrugged, "And before you lecture me, I was mostly positive that she wouldn't be a danger to any of the students, despite her other nature she actually hates fighting, and really dislikes using her abilities."
"Still, if we're supposed to protect her, why make her a teacher?" Izuku frowned and scratched the back of his head. He poked Yoka again and watched her squirm a bit more.
Nezu kicked his legs. Why the fuck didn't he take his shoes off? Was he raised in a barn?
Was that offensive?
He hoped it was.
"For many of the same reasons I made you a teacher," Nezu's voice was calm like he had been expecting all these questions and had even rehearsed them over and over. "Partially because I thought she could do well in the position, but, mostly because I thought it would be good for her. It would help her adjust to people, get her to socialize, though, I admit I didn't expect the bond between you two to be quite so strong, but I'm glad that you did, even if you are seeking to make that bond even stronger."
Izuku felt his ears burn, the sole reason why he didn't bother with an actual response was that he saw no way to not sound like a Tsundere.
"But, I'm sure you're going to want more than what I can give you." Nezu kicked his legs and bounced off the bed with all the grace of someone his size could muster. "I could only tell you why she's here, and that she's important in more ways than one. If she wants to tell you more she will. But Izuku,"
"Hmm?"
"Try to be considerate about how she feels, all of this is pretty new to her."
Izuku let out a long desperate sigh and looked at Yoka again, even with bubble gum pink skin, she still looked cute as hell. "Yeah, I can do that. But, uhh, how do I wake her up?"
Nezu shrugged and headed for the door. "I have no idea, this is my first time seeing her in this state as well, but when she does, tell her she should stay with you for a bit, I'll be talking with the students about what they saw later, and I'll be hastening our transfer to a dorm system as well. You two will be in charge of 1-H."
"Did you stick me with Mei on purpose?"
"She respects you."
"I wouldn't call that respect."
"She knows your name which might be the closest thing to respect in her mind."
Again, he couldn't argue with that logic.
XXXX
It took an hour of watching her sleep for Izuku to realize that he was an idiot and he knew exactly how to wake Yoka's curvy pink ass up.
Waffles.
He'd only had breakfast for dinner a couple of times in the past, mostly on those kinds of days that start out well and then he somehow wound up at a Denny's. But, he really didn't have anything against it, it mostly just meant that he was going to have more calories to work with during his workout. Though, he was pretty sure that waffles were shitty for bulking up.
Unless he made them with protein powder!
That thought had strong himbo energy in it.
He should feed Mirio protein powder waffles before he tried to eat them himself.
Flour, eggs, milk, oil, sugar, baking powder, a pinch of salt.
It was when he opened the vanilla extract that he heard Yoka wake up. The shuffling of her feet was matched by the ruffling of his blanket as she walked down the hallway. She peeked her head from around the corner, looking at him with her pretty blue eyes that were really just highlighted by her pure white hair and bright pink skin.
"Strawberries?" He asked, trying not to stare too much at her.
Despite her body being completely pink, her blush stood out a thousand times more as a light purple touched on her cheeks. She nodded, paused, tilted her head to the side a bit. "Cream?"
"Sure thing," keeping whip cream stocked in his fridge had become the norm purely for whenever Yoka showed up for waffles, which was surprisingly frequent. She was like a cat. A cat he fed waffles. He mixed the batter and pointed towards the small bar that separated his kitchen from the dining room. "Have a seat, it'll be done soon."
She nodded and walked past him, his bed sheet acting like a cloak that obscured much of her body, though he could still see the black and yellow shoes she had on and the tips of her white fluffy pants. He was about to feed cream covered strawberries to a cream-covered strawberry.
"Umm," Yoka sat on one of the stools, giving him a clear view of her exposed stomach, the black tube top that covered her breasts still hugged her tightly. Honestly, he had no idea where that outfit came from. Clothes generation was probably just another part of her quirk. "I umm, didn't turn anyone to candy and eat them did I?"
Full stop.
He stared at her for a few seconds.
"You can do that?"
She shrugged.
"Okay, then, well, no, you didn't, you actually saved me and Eraserhead, and because of you most of the students were uninjured as well." He blinked and stared at her. "But, towards the end, your eyes went all red and you said you were going to kill us all."
"Oh," her shoulders slumped. "I.." She bit her lip, her eyes watering. "I'm sorry."
"Don't worry about it, it was your first time being a hero, it was only slightly less terrible than your first day of being a teacher but you're a fast learner." He blinked and snapped his fingers. "Oh right, one second." He placed the mixture down and grabbed her glasses. "Here you go."
"Oh, thanks." There was something defeated about the way she mumbled that broke his heart. "Sorry. I just, I... I'm sorry."
"Why?" Izuku asked plainly as he started to pour the waffle mixture into the waffle maker. "Why are you sorry?"
"I… I don't know. I just am."
He let out a long sigh and grabbed a few strawberries from his fridge, Yoka's sadness overpowered her normal perkiness at seeing the delightfully sweet fruit. "Personally, the only reason why I'm upset with you is because I feel lied to." He put the bowl down gently and watched as she plucked one up. "I'm upset because I thought that you and I were both alike being quirkless, but that doesn't mean I like you any less. You're still Yoka, I just know a little bit more about you."
He looked at her again. "Besides, your white hair and pink skin are cute."
His blanket moved and her pink tail peeked out from underneath it.
"I like the tail too."
She bit her lip and stared at the strawberry in her hand for a few seconds, which was by far the longest any strawberry has ever lasted in her vicinity. "I… I didn't really lie, you know. I am quirkless."
He raised an eyebrow at her. "Then, are you an alien?"
"No, though, that'd make things easier." she popped the strawberry into her mouth and let out a small heart-melting smile. "I'd have a home then."
Izuku stared at her up until the point that the waffle maker beeped.
Waffle, butter, whip cream, strawberries.
Yoka special.
"Well, your home is here now." He gestured towards his room apartment. "By order of the great rat, you will be staying with me until further notice. And I don't mean just here either. All of U.A. is your home now, we'll be in charge of class 1-H once the dorms are up and ready."
"Why'd they stick us with Mei?"
"Because much like you, we're not entirely certain if she's human or not."
That broke Yoka. A smile split her face, and tears rolled down her eyes as she let out a long desperate laugh that needed to be vented out.
Unlike the first time he heard her laugh, this sound made his heart soar and gave him a smile that hurt his cheeks. He was going to look forward to living with Yoka, if only because he liked to make her smile.
And loved to make her laugh.
AN: If you had problems reading my fics on FFn, keep in mind I have an Ao3 account and would love to have you all there.