Hello. We're back. And it's the big one. It's 3-A Graduation time baby!

We'll also have Ochako and Izuku visiting Nejire's apartment.

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Enjoy! This chapter is a big one!

The party on Saturday was nowhere near as eventful as their last dormitory party. Izuku was rather thankful; Nejire had thrown herself upon him that night and cast him into the flames, so to speak.

As they climbed the many stairs to Nejire's apartment, he had time to picture both the appearance of her apartment and the potential life they would live as a three.

Ochako was visibly nervous, tugging her collar to let cooler air hit her neck and collarbone. She wasn't against the three-person relationship anywhere near as much as he was, but she seemed to be dreading living with others.

He couldn't imagine why. Ochako was a joy to be around, and he doubted that she had a hidden side that she would only display in close quarters living.

''What number was it again?'' Uraraka strode ahead on the 25th floor of the complex.

''56.'' Izuku briefly cast his eyes to his watch as he studied the plainly decorated hallway. The apartments were so large that there could only be a maximum of 4 on each floor. Nejire really could afford high standard living.

Ochako stopped at the door and waited for him to join her. He planted his feet next to hers and took a deep breath, raising a finger toward the doorbell.

The door swung inwards, revealing Nejire in a turquoise bath robe. ''Hey, hey!''

''You hear us coming?'' Ochako asked.

''Nope! Cameras up and down the halls.'' Hado leant against the door frame as she motioned up and down the walls.

''Oh. I forget that this entire building is basically heroes only…''

''Mhmm!'' Nejire replied with a grin. ''Death Arms is a pretty good neighbour though.'' She rested her head on the doorframe, sighing in content. The three stood in silence for a few seconds, unsure of what exactly was going on.

''Uhhhh-''

''Oh! Whoops! Forgot that I was supposed to be showing you around, huh?'' She asked more of herself than her two guests. She hopped backwards and allowed the two to enter.

''Woah.'' Uraraka mumbled as she took in the look of the enormous space. Izuku was struggling to not react audibly himself.

He stood directly in the centre of the hall as he kicked off his shoes. To his right, was the bedroom. Just from looking in through the door, he could see that Nejire had made sure it had been thoroughly cleaned and tidied.

To his left was the washroom. He could see the washer, dryer and hamper, as well as another door that he could only assume led to the bathroom.

He strode forwards, onto the threshold between the hall and the main living space. The kitchen lay to his right with the living space (couch, TV, coffee tables) to his left. The room was simply enormous.

The enormous glass wall was directly across from him, Uraraka already pressed up against it and looking at the streets below. He felt a slight brush as Nejire wrapped an arm around his left.

''Whaddaya think?'' Her slippers squeaked against the vinyl flooring as she dragged him towards the kitchen, navigating around the treadmill and weights rack in the centre of the room.

''It's pretty.'' He said truthfully, taking in the various turquoise shades that adorned a lot of the surfaces and accessories in the kitchen. The breakfast bar lacked much in the way of decoration, bar some periwinkle salt and pepper shakers.

''Could you see yourself living here?'' The bluenette asked with a slight hint of fear. He looked down to meet her eyes. He wouldn't describe her expression as pleading, but it was definitely one that made sure he realised that he'd upset her if he said no.

''Could I see the bedroom first?'' He asked, prolonging her nervousness a while longer.

''Yup!'' She released his arm and quickly showed off some of her kitchen appliances and that pantry; Izuku noted that she had an absolute ton of fruit. Maybe just for dietary reasons?

The pair finished their brief tour of the kitchen before walking back past the exercise equipment and towards Ochako, who was bobbing up and down on the long couch to test it's comfort.

''How do you watch TV with the window right behind it? Does that not get distracting?'' Ochako asked; it was not a critique, simply a genuine inquiry.

''Oh, I'm glad you asked!'' Hado rushed to a dial on the wall near the hall and turned it clockwise. As it turned, the opacity of the glass increased, eventually making the glass crystalline and unable to see through. The levels of light in the room were slightly lower, though not enough that Izuku's and Ochako's eyes struggled to adjust.

''Who designed all this?'' Izuku asked, as he walked to the window, noticing the small panel that Nejire could exit from.

''Hatsume. Power Loader. Input from Melissa and David Shield.'' Nejire said with a shrug of the shoulders. ''They helped design the entire building, not just my apartment!'' She motioned a negative with her hands to display that her home wasn't an act of favouritism from the architects.

Izuku smiled warmly and pointed towards the bedroom. Nejire nodded and strode towards it, wiggling a finger at the two as a direction to follow.

The older girl pushed open the door and stood proudly at the foot of her bed. The thing wasn't just kingsize. It was ''entire royal family'' size.

''I now see what you meant when you said we'd have no trouble sleeping on that as a group.'' Uraraka deadpanned.

''Yup! So, I know it's sudden again, but do you want to live here?'' Nejire's expression was one of false confidence. If the room were any warmer, sweat would likely dot her forehead; she was that nervous.

Her two underclassmen gave each other a quizzical look. The waggle of their brows and the widening of their eyes communicated what words could not.

Izuku cleared his throat. ''I think that we will - but just for a little while. We can get out first few payouts for hero work and move out after.'' He was matter-of-fact, but kept his tone comforting and warm.

Nejire's smile faltered for a moment, but quickly recovered into a genuine look of joyous relief. ''Okay! I'm really looking forward to it! I'll be the best mom friend ever, I promise!''

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After the visit to Nejire's apartment on Sunday, the week had gone by without a hitch. It was their last week of U.A, after all.

Izuku rose out of bed early, but later than his usual start of 5am. He looked around his room, the All Might posted taken down, the photos neatly packed into a shoebox, his clothes vacuum sealed and then stored in cardboard boxes with the rest of his stuff.

He sighed deeply, sorrow slowly flowing through him. He wasn't ready to leave. He wasn't prepared to say goodbye to all the memories.

Sure, his class had plenty of parties towards the end of their time here, but he was now wondering if that was simply to combat the collective sadness they all felt at the concept of leaving.

He stood sharply, his powerful muscles twinging and tightening as he flexed in the mirror. He'd have to compare that to his appearance in his costume. The shower beckoned to him and he responded to the call, stripping out of his underwear and hopping in. This would be yet another one of his lasts at U.A.

After a freshening up, he threw on a clean costume that he had laid aside the night before and left his boxed up belongings in his room. He would return for his phone charger and a few other essentials after the ceremony.

He took the stairs down to the common room, wanting to avoid the elevator for his final day. It was stupid; he somehow felt that the stairs was the scenic route.

His booted feet touched down on the carpeted floor of the common room and he cast his eyes from side to side. Only Iida, also adorned in his hero costume, sat at the table. There was a cup of steaming coffee at his right and a morning paper to his left.

''Good morning, Iida.'' He greeted him as he made his way into the kitchen.

''Ah! I am glad to see that today is not different for us pair of early risers!'' Tenya said with his all-too-common straight expression.

''Well, if I'm honest, I was having trouble sleeping anyway.'' Izuku took a seat next to him, having left the kitchen with a bagel and a cereal bar.

''I see. I had some insomnia myself.''

''It's weird, isn't it? We were all so hesitant to leave home to move into the dorms and now it's the reverse.'' Izuku chuckled dryly.

''I will miss it.'' Iida said, his curt tone startling Izuku. The bespectacled boy turned to him. ''When I say 'it', I refer to everything about this school.''

Izuku sensed a small speech coming and decided to stay quiet.

''I will miss the dorms. I will miss the faculty. The hallways of the main building. The USJ.'' He allowed a deep intake of breath. ''I will miss every member of his class, not only due to my time as Class Representative. Even Mineta.''

''I will miss Mei.'' He said sadly, tears welling in his eyes. He placed a hand on Izuku's shoulder, gripping it tightly. ''And I will miss you, Izuku.'' Izuku was startled once again, this time by Iida missing his usual tendency to use last names.

''I may not show it; I may be too serious and unable to express my emotions without being robotic, but I truly do love you, Izuku. In my darkest of times, you have been an incredible friend. In our fiercest battles, you have been a hardy and priceless ally. You are a brother to me, Izuku.''

Iida had hot tears creep out of the corners of his eyes and the green haired boy next to him felt his own too.

''This isn't the last time we'll see each other, Iida…'' Midoriya mumbled.

''In our line of work, one can never be certain.'' His speedster friend replied.

''Well then let's take as much advantage of the time we do have.'' Izuku grinned widely, despite his tears.

Iida laughed. ''You truly are his pupil. Smiling through tears like that.'' He gave his friend a smile of his own. ''If everyone can inspire others as you can, then we have nothing to fear.''

Tenya pulled Izuku into a hug that, whilst brief, stopped the tears and returned them to a semblance of normality.

''Hey, Iida?''

''Yes?''

''You said you would miss Mei.''

''I… I did, didn't I?'' The tall boy adjusted his glasses with a sigh. ''I miss her dearly.''

There was a pregnant pause.

''Do… you think you could get back on good terms?'' Izuku leaned forward to meet his friend's now fluttering gaze. ''And what about Kodai? I thought you two were dating?''

''We are. Although I sense she is not content with me in the same ways Mei was.''

Izuku raised a brow, displaying his confusion.

''Yui is an enormous pervert, simply put.''

''Oh.''

''I feel that she does not appreciate my shyness and awkwardness in sexual situations.'' Iida grimaced. ''We have yet to… consummate anything due to my cowardice.''

Izuku gulped. ''Have you, uhhh, eveeerrrrrr…''

''Mei and I slept together many times. I lacked the same nervousness I did now. I am experienced, if that was to be your question.''

''If you don't mind me asking, is Yui?''

''I-I never asked.'' Tenya's eyes bulged out of his skull at the thought. ''How did I not think to-''

''Hey, it's okay. I'm sure Kodai is the understanding type.''

''Regardless, I feel inclined to ask as you have romanced two women; Do you have any advice?'' Ingenium's mouth remained a straight line.

Izuku wanted to wither away and die.

''Oooh, did I hear-''

'OH NO.'

''ROMANCE!?'' Mina wrapped her arms around Iida's neck and craned over to meet his eyes.

Iida was clearly so distressed by his love conundrum that he wasn't himself. He hadn't shook Mina off him yet.

''You did, Ashido. I find myself at quite the crossroads.''

Mina, noticing the severity in his voice, released him and quickly took the seat opposite Izuku. ''Everything okay? Is it Yui?''

''Yes. I would ask that you spare me the embarrassment of explaining the finer details, however.''

Mina glanced at Izuku, who faked a yawn, taking the oppurtunity to cup his mouth with his left hand and mouth 'sex' to Mina whilst Iida still couldn't see past his fingers.

''Is it… sex related?'' The pink girl pinched the skin tight material of her costume, letting it ping back into her skin. The fake guess was almost as obvious as his yawn, surely Iida wouldn't-

''It is! You must be clairvoyant!'' The blue haired boy exclaimed, making Izuku mentally facepalm.

''What can I say? I'm a love guru!'' Ashido beamed. ''So what's shakin' with Yui? Or is the problem a lack of shakin'?''

''The latter. I'm afraid I am disappointing her by making her wait too long.''

Izuku took the oppurtunity to return to the kitchen for a drink, though he kept his ears open.

''Is it nervousness? ED? She a bit too kinky?'' Mina somehow said of all those questions without a hint of embarrassment or humour.

''Just cowardice. I must be annoying her with my insistence on avoiding all sexual contact.'' Iida said, though it was clear that it was more of a jab at himself than informing Mina.

''Sheeesh! It's not that big a deal! If she is annoyed, it says much more about her than you.'' Mina slumped back, face twisting into several emotions as she contemplated.

''I am afraid our relationship cannot last much longer if this continues.'' Iida said sadly. Mina's expressions softened.

''Want me to speak to her for you?'' The Acid girl offered.

''Surely that would just prove to her that my cowardice knows no bounds?''

''Not if you're there! You can speak as freely as you can and I'll fill the gaps!'' Mina spoke confidently, the feeling permeating Iida's rough exterior.

''I… I suppose so?'' He said, unassured.

''Then let's go! Yui's an early bird, right?'' Mina shot up onto her feet and offered a hand to the troubled boy.

''I am- We should- hmm. Yes! Let's go, Ashido!'' Iida leapt to his feet and walked briskly to the door. Mina jogged to keep up, turning back to wave to Izuku as they disappeared out of sight.

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Nejire awoke with a start. She had no recollection of any dream, but the way she shot up would suggest it was a bad one. She laid back, resting a hand over her heart and waiting for her rapidly beating heart to slow to its regular speed.

Today was the day. Izuku would be graduating and they could finally be together. Ochako was just the icing on an already delicious cake. Her eyes drifted to her closet; her old prom dress was placed right at the very front so she wouldn't forget it. She sat up, slower this time and swung her legs over the side of the bed. She couldn't be weak. Today was the day.

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Izuku sat, legs crossed and arms resting atop his knees, on the largest couch in the middle of the common room. Despite his eyes being closed, the sudden lack of light seeping through his eyelids was enough to know that someone was-

''Pssst! Midori!''

He opened his eyes to see Mina, back from the short trip to the 1-B dorms. Her face was one of smugness. If he had to guess, she had earned it fair and square.

''Guess which love guru aided our resident robot?'' She asked rhetorically.

''You didn't.'' Izuku feigned shock.

''Mhmm! Communication, baby! Always the way to any woman's heart!''

''If I remember correctly, the route to yours is through sweets. And natto.''

''Don't forget anal!'' Mina added cheerfully.

Izuku choked on his own spit and began coughing violently.

''HAHA! MIDORI!'' Mina patted his back softly. ''You're so easy!''

''So… are you… !'' Izuku tried to spew a light-hearted insult at her, which Mina casually deflected with a-

''Yup! Eiji knows!''

Izuku sighed as his coughing came to an end. ''S-So how did you help Iida?''

''Let him apologise. Stopped him from rambling. Then, when Yui did too, I recommended a nice island getaway for if they feel like making it extra special. Then basically forced them to hug and go up to her room to talk in private. Just to talk it over, I swear.'' Mina plopped down next to him on the couch and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. Izuku shifted his legs out from under him and stretched them to get out any knots.

''Just ask.'' Midoriya said dryly.

''How are things?'' Mina asked, sickly-sweet.

''We're moving in with Nejire a few days after graduation. Only for a short while. Until we get our first few paychecks, probably.'' He squinted, trying to remember anything else. ''Oh! And my mom might be getting married.''

''You're really going to try to sneak that in at the end?'' Mina deadpanned.

''Well you haven't met my mom more than… what? Twice?''

''Well, no. But this is a big deal! When is it!?'' Mina grinned like a maniac. Something about weddings always drove her over the edge.

''Oh, not for a while. They haven't been dating too long.''

''May I ask who the lucky fella is?'' Ashido pulled her arm away and mimed a notepad and pen with her hands.

''O-Oh…. It's- uhhhh- All Might.'' He said gingerly, waiting for the inevitable to arrive.

''Midori.''

''Y-Yeah…?''

''Did you want me to scream in surprise or just pass that off as normal?''

''Normal please.''

Mina responded by screeching like a banshee and throwing her arms around him.

''CONGRATS!''

''W-What? I'm n-not the one getting married!''

''All Might is going to be your dad! Officially this time!''

''I KNEW IT.''

Midoriya and Ashido spun to see Momo and Shoto, both in their hero costumes, standing hand-in-hand behind the couches.

''All Might was your father!'' IcyHot pointed an accusatory finger at him. Momo hid her face behind her free hand, embarrassed by her fiance's outburst.

''N-No! That's not what this is!'' Izuku held his hands up protectively.

''Mrs Midoriya is becoming Mrs Yagi!'' Mina ran around the couch and hopped on the balls of her feet excitedly.

''O-Oh.'' Shoto bit his lip. ''Sorry.''

''Regardless-'' Momo smiled warmly at the greenette. ''I imagine that this is a wonderful revelation for you, Izuku.''

''Yeah… It's a little difficult to take in.''

Another 3 sets of footsteps came down the boy's staircase. Sero, Kaminari and Kirishima, the third boy adjusting the crimson straps on his chest, walked in with confused expressions.

''What's all the yellin' about?'' Denki folded his arms and rested his back against the wall.

''Mrs-''

''Mina!'' Momo gave the horned girl a stern look. ''That is Izuku's secret to tell. It is already bad enough you told us without considering him.''

The Acid girl turned to Midoriya and bowed deeply, blurting out an abrupt apology.

''It's fine.'' He faced the three newcomers. ''My mom and All Might are getting married soon.''

Sero fanned himself sarcastically. ''Oh em gee! I need to put this on my blog!''

''Ha ha.'' Kirishima said dryly as he let Mina slump into him.

''Why tell us though? Not to be rude.'' Denki asked.

''Well with it being All Might marrying into my family, between him and my mom you'd all end up invited anyway.'' Izuku shrugged.

His classmates all beamed.

The sound of more footsteps from either side shook them from their trance. Izuku braced himself as Mina eyed him wickedly, opening her mouth to screech the news.

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Nejire pouted as she checked her angles in the mirror. She'd bulked up a bit, but surely that wasn't enough for her to fill the dress so much? 'These sleeves used to be puffy.'

Then again, a little more muscle certainly didn't hinder her in this line of work.

Her phone buzzed on her bed. She quickly inspected the message. 'Mirio.' Nejire sighed deeply. She had forgotten he'd be coming to the graduation. Maybe this could be their chance to put their bad blood aside?

She read the text.

'Meeting Yuyu and I at the left entrance?'

Maybe not.

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Well, it was safe to say that there wasn't a soul in the 3-A dorms that didn't know about All Might and his mother. By the time that they got to the graduation ceremony, 3-B would know too.

Ochako had come downstairs in the last few seconds, her helmet placed under her arm as she took deep, steadying breaths.

''You alright?'' Izuku asked as he strode over, checking the awareness of his classmates, and pulled her into his chest.

''Mhmm. Nervous.''

''Ceremony or moving?''

''Moving. Mom and Dad were far too happy when I said I'd be coming home.''

''That's a bad thing?''

''It is when I know they're going to smother me with hugs.'' Uraraka deadpanned.

''But you can finally send them on that vacation to Hawaii, right? They'd love that!''

Ochako pushed off of his chest with her free hand and smiled at the floor. ''Yeah… they would love that.''

''Yo, Midoriya!'' Sato called as he walked over, his mask resting over the back of his neck. ''Want some brownies?'' The goliath of a boy held up a tray of the treat, though noticeably cool from their time in the refrigerator.

''Oh, sure!'' He said excitedly as he picked up two, then subtly motioned him to lower the tray for Ochako. The brunette's eyes bulged in a predatory nature. She scoffed two in the blink of an eye, apologising under her breath as she grabbed a third.

''You girls are going to have withdrawals, god damn!'' Denki announced loudly, getting the attention of every female in the room. ''Sato can't be a personal chef for all of you!'' He jested, Jirou nudging him with an elbow as Mina's eyes darkened.

''Like we said last time; feel free to hit me up at my bakery in Nagoya!'' Sato laughed awkwardly.

''That can wait.'' A gravelly voice at the door struck a chord.

The class all slowly pivoted to face Aizawa; arms crossed and expression stern, yet with Eri clinging to his jacket the 'business before pleasure' look wasn't exactly working.

''Hi Eri!'' Tooru called out, earning a gentle wave from the shy girl. She was much better than she was with large groups. Izuku, Tsuyu, Ochako and Kirishima were definitely her favourites.

''You should be getting ready to have your belongings moved.'' He scanned the room. ''And where is Iida?''

''Here, sir!'' The Engine quirk user bellowed from behind him, making poor Eri jump. Luckily, she had matured enough to avoid hiding behind her adopted father's leg.

''I was at 1-B's dorm, sensei!''

''Whatever, just get in here.'' Iida quickly walked past Eri, giving her an apologetic look as he did.

''Alright. Moving guys will be here in 45 minutes. You are to inform them of the residence you'd like your things to be moved to. Nothing else. They won't end up anywhere until 3pm, just to give you guys a chance to get home from the ceremony. Understood?''

''Yes, Sir!'' Came the universal reply.

''Alright. I suggest you get working. I'll be just here.'' Aizawa lightly brushed past Sero and sat down on the nearest couch. Eri rushed to join him and quickly found the TV remote.

''Want some cartoons?'' He asked softly, letting her cuddle up to him. Eri yawned loudly. She had obviously been up as early as her papa had.

Shoto turned to see his students all staring at him. The thought every one of them had was clear.

'So fatherly!'

''Just get moving, huh?'' He said with a grin, trying to fake annoyance.

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Nejire bounced her foot as she waited at the left-most entrance U.A. had. It was the closest to the large stadium that usually hosted the Sports Festival, where the graduation ceremony would be broadcast.

''Hey, Nejire.'' A puff of pink smoke followed the voice, making Nejire wonder about how sound travelled when her bestie used her quirk.

''H-Hey, Yuyu.'' She greeted, her wobbly voice betraying her smile.

''Tamaki not here yet? Coulda sworn Mirio texted him too.'' Haya dusted off her dress.

''Not yet.'' Nejire answered curtly. Yuyu sighed.

''Listen; are you still mad?'' The short-haired girl furrowed her brows.

''Not at you.'' Nejire averted her gaze.

''That isn't fair on Mirio. A relationship is between 2 people. Mirio is half of mine, you can't be annoyed at just him.'' Yuyu kept her tone slightly robotic.

Nejire didn't respond.

''Also; I was the one who broke up with Tamaki to go out with Mirio. If anything, I'm the worst of the two of us.''

Still no response.

''Nejire, stop being a baby.''

The bluenette huffed. ''You know that I would feel weird with two of my best friends dating. Just leaves a sour taste in my mouth, is all.''

''And that's it?'' Yuyu raised a brow. ''No secret romantic feelings?''

''NO!'' Nejire went red at the very implication. ''I never liked Mirio!''

The pair fell silent. Nejire, by only refusing half of the claim, had only gone and admitted the one thing she was trying desperately to hide. Yuyu was stunned. Her best friend of 4 years had liked her? Romantically?

''Nejire, I… I never knew that-''

''Hey, girls!'' Mirio shouted from just up the path, Tamaki trailing behind him.

The blonde boy was dressed impeccably. His blue suit was very reminiscent of something All Might would wear to work, the key difference being the way that he actually filled the sleeves.

Tamaki was tidily dressed but, as always, muted. The soft grey suit meant that he likely wouldn't stand out if the cameras found their way to him in the crowd.

As Mirio leaned down to peck Yuyu on the cheek, his girlfriend couldn't help but stare blankly at the other girl in the group. Nejire distracted herself by running her hands up Amajiki's arms to feel the texture of his jacket.

They scanned their hero licences at the gate and walked through the school gates for the first time as a group since their last day as students. The walk to the stadium was a fairly long one, especially with all the security checks along the route.

As they passed through the last checkpoint, finally within a minute or two of the stadium, they moved to find a pricey, yet 'delish', food stand that Mirio suggested.

''Nejire-chan!?'' A mature voice met her ears. She inwardly cursed. Whilst tickets weren't easily available to the public, friends of U.A. were often given tickets. That meant the potential for fans to-

''You are Nejire-chan, yes?'' The short, verdette woman asked, quieter this time due to the close proximity.

Hado gulped.

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Izuku helped Tsu bring the last of her boxes down to the ground floor. Luckily, the average amount for each student was 3. Mina was likely the only exception. That girl would've packed the walls and the floor into a box if she could.

''Hey, Izuku.'' Bakugo, who was just putting on his eye mask as he came to a stop next to him, got his attention.

''The old hag is meeting Camie today. I might need you to hang around and make some chit-chat while I take a beating.''

''Why? I thought Auntie would love to meet Camie?''

Heh. She would, but finding out I might've knocked my girlfriend of 5 months up might-''

Izuku jolted so hard that it made Katsuki stop mid sentence.

''You what!?''

Dyna-Might grimaced.

''Kacchan, what!?''

''She's just a few weeks late- we don't know if it's the pills or if she-''

''I'm going to be an uncle.'' Izuku grinned like a madman. Katsuki looked on in horror.

''No you fucking aren't!'' Ground Zero finally refuted, after watching Izuku fearfully for a moment.

''And besides, what about you and Round Face? Whattaya gonna do when she meets-''

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''M-Miss Midoriya!'' Nejire said happily. ''What a surprise!''

''Oh thank goodness, it's actually you. I was scared I'd got the attention of some poor stranger.'' The older woman smiled up at her.

Nejire laughed, pressure slowly building.

''Are you here for Izuku too?'' His mother asked.

Nejire did her best impression of an air balloon, her head inflating as her breath hitched.

''I'm here for everyone! Always nice to see my underclassmen, heh heh…'' 'Smooth, Nejire.'

''So you aren't here to see your dear boyfriend?'' Inko teased, clearly enjoying the fluster of the girl.

''B-Boyfriend? I think you're confusing me with that gravity girl! W-What's her name? Ochakawa?'' Nejire smiled like someone who had never smiled before would, sweat trickling down her forehead.

''Oh.'' Inko was taken aback. ''Did Izuku not tell you that I knew about the three of you?''

Nejire wanted to scream.

''No.'' She said through gritted teeth. Inko grinned.

''It's alright, dear. I approve wholeheartedly.''

Nejire slumped her shoulders, holding out her hands for her potential future mother-in-law to clasp. ''I'm so glad you feel that way. I was worried!'' Hado felt her usual bubbly, happy-go-lucky self finally reemerge after the conversation with Yuyu earlier.

''Hey, Nejire! Who's this?'' Mirio walked over, a small styrofoam box of takoyaki in hand. He waved at Inko, who tilted her head to smile warmly at him.

''O-Oh! This is Midoriya's mother!'' Nejire introduced them.

Mirio's mouth gaped in gleeful shock. ''No way!'' He offered Inko a handshake, which she took gratefully. ''Izuku says a lot about you!''

''Only good things, I hope!'' Midoriya said playfully.

''Would you like to join us for the ceremony?'' Mirio offered as Yuyu and Tamaki entered the fray and introduced themselves.

''Sorry, I already have a box seat!'' Inko placed her palms together in apology.

''A box seat!? If I may ask, who do you know to get one of those!?'' Mirio's face was once again painted in shock and elation.

''All Might literally trained her son…'' Tamaki deadpanned.

''Ah! Of course!'' Togata laughed. It was sometimes very easy to forget that he had a tactical mind. ''Apologies, Miss Midoriya, but we really must find our seats. It was lovely meeting you!''

The blonde boy waved again as he, Haya and Amajiki parted ways. As Nejire moved to join them, Inko gently placed a hand on her shoulder.

''If you don't mind, would you like to join Toshi and I?''

''I-'' Nejire looked at her three friends. Her guts twisted and knotted when Yuyu reached out and grabbed Mirio's hand.

''I'd love to.''

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Aizawa led the class up the long path towards the stadium. The class was fully decked out in their hero gear, including gadgets and support items. There was a general murmuring amongst the students, but nothing that couldn't easily be muted by their nervousness.

Izuku's hand was tightly intertwined with Ochako's; they'd decided it would help their nerves without even expressing it to each other. They'd been like it since the moving vans pulled out of the school's grounds.

The tunnel was up ahead. It would be a long walk through it to reach the fields the stadium wrapped around.

It would be dimly lit. They would feel every second drag by and every pump of their heart would bash against their ribs like a hammer. And yet, the nervousness and fear of the unknown was a propellant to them.

They were heroes, after all. If they couldn't handle graduating, what could they handle?

Aizawa stopped at the tunnel entrance, forcing his following pupils to do the same. He turned and cleared his throat. Eri was sitting on his shoulders, slumped over the top of his head.

''Closest toilets are to the right.'' He thumbed behind him. ''I suggest you all go. Nezu will talk until his teeth fall out in there.''

Mina rushed to the restrooms first, starting a mass invasion of them.

3 minutes later, everybody was regathered at the tunnel entrance. Aizawa nodded and led them through the tunnel. Momo was making matryoshka dolls, something that everyone now correlated with her feeling unsure.

''Whilst all of you are here, I will say this.'' Aizawa spoke softly, but the reverb of their surroundings carried his voice well. ''It may be my last chance to.''

His students stayed silent.

''Thank you. All of you. It hasn't always been easy, but I'm proud to say that you're my students. My problem children. And, sometimes, my heroes.'' Eri stirred, obviously awake but not making it known.

The soft hum of the awaiting crowd could now be heard, roughly three quarters of the way up the long path. Aizawa had to speak louder to be heard now.

''You have been a joy to teach. A joy to annoy. A joy to scold. A joy to father, in some ways.''

They reached the very end, the bright sunbeams creeping up the floor towards where their teacher stood. He spun on his heels and faced them all, his chest swelling as he took in the sight of them all in their costumes.

''I will miss you.''

Aizawa wasn't one for sentiment, especially if it meant shedding a tear. But even he was struggling to stop his eyes from leaking. He would manage.

''Now go out there and enjoy it.'' He stood aside and motioned for them to step onto the field. Mina, who stood at the front of the pack, took a step forward. She planted her foot with a huff and slowly wrapped her arms around her teacher.

The shaggy-haired man smiled sadly. Mina pulled away and walked onto the field, much to the crowd's delight as Present Mic screamed her name.

The class moved past and said their goodbyes one by one. Aizawa was clearly more pro-handshake than pro-hug; likely because he was afraid of having actual emotions if they continued to hug him. Tooru and Ochako went against that, with Izuku watching his girlfriend rush into the stadium just as he felt Aizawa's hand grip his fiercely.

''I'll see you during the next villain incident, Midoriya.'' His normal, creepy smile had more weight to it now. It was assured. It was comforting.

''Or when Eri wants ice cream.'' Izuku said with a shaky laugh as he beamed at his sensei. Eraserhead rocked with a hint of mirth, if only brief.

Izuku walked forwards into the stadium, having to shield his eyes to allow them to adjust to the sharp lighting change. And, whilst it was slightly vain to admit, he felt immensely proud when he head Present Mic scream-

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''IZUKU MIDORIYA!''

''Izuku!'' Inko leant over the railings of their balcony to screech out her affections. All Might laughed heartily as he pulled her back into her seat. He was not quite excited enough to buff up, as he could every so often.

The stadium was only about half full; when a student had received their certification, they were free to find any relatives they had in the crowd and watch the rest of the ceremony with them.

Every class in the 3rd year, regardless of department, stood in a square formation, separated by a few metres for each respective group of pupils. Izuku took rank on the edge of Hero 3-A, with a clear path to the centre podium where Nezu stood, flanked by Midnight and Ectoplasm.

Luckily, only Support 3-A and Hero 3-B were yet to enter the field. It would not be long now before the diplomas were handed out.

''Are you nervous?'' Inko leaned over to Nejire.

''Hmm?'' The bluenette was shook out of her thoughts. ''W-Why?''

''Well, it's a big thing, isn't it? You were here once before.'' Miss Midoriya pressed on.

''I was just excited to be leaving, I guess. We never had a dorm like those guys!'' Hado briefly swung an arm towards the entirety of the 3rd year.

''I suppose living with one another for so long would make it hard to leave without feeling sad.'' Yagi said as he observed closely.

The three in the box seats were quiet as the last two classes filled in. Then Nezu cleared his throat and leaned towards the microphone.

''Welcome, one and all. Today is a very special day. This set of students is unlike any we have ever had. They fought tooth and nail for this prosperous and wonderful academy. Now, we must honour them. Those who stand with us… and those who lost their lives.'' He paused for a short round of applause.

''First, we pay our respects to the many students of the General and Support course who lost their lives that fateful day.'' The large screen behind him, and the several smaller ones dotted around the stadium grounds, briefly flicked through the 8 victims of the villain attack at the end of the current 3rd year's second spell at the school. The students would know their names and faces, but many of the parents and visitors in the crowd would not.

Nezu took in breath just hard enough to clip the microphone. ''First, we have General Studies Course, Class 3-G. Starting with Hiyoko Honda.''

Nejire watched the next 38 minutes of General Course and Business course students receiving their diplomas and marvelling at the physical appearance of some of the students. That one kid had a Lego brick for a head!

''And now-'' Nezu smiled inwardly, clearly proud of some scheme. ''Izuku Midoriya will speak on behalf of the Hero and Support Courses.'' Nezu let Ectoplasm place him onto the seat next to the podium as Izuku, to the surprise of everybody in Class A, sped along to the podium.

All Might sat up, his face the very reflection of shock. ''Y-Young Midoriya!?''

Inko was thrilled, much to the contrary. She rocked in her seat in excitement.

''H-Hello, everyone both here and at home.'' Izuku began. Nejire felt the same stress he was feeling flow through her too. Is this what it meant to have someone you loved?

''The past few years have been difficult. On both the education front and the battlefront. We lost many heroes that the students here at U.A. looked up to. Idols. Mentors.'' Nejire could imagine Mirio's heart clenching. For a moment, she wished she had been with him.

''But we, the heroes of the future, are here to carry the load they can no longer bear. We will be the guardians of those who need us. Protectors of the weak. And we shall do it, with a smile.''

The stadium erupted into applause very briefly before the Present Mic cleared his throat through his deafening speakers. Izuku smiled as he looked over his notes.

''And I say to all those who would threaten those innocents; those who plot in darkness and seek to harm the very society we aim to protect-''

Izuku looked straight into the camera and raised a single finger to point towards it. His expression hardened, the sparks of One for All whirring into life and trailing up and down the length of his body.

''You're next.''

The place burst into life. Cheering and applause deafened anyone and anything as Izuku slowly walked back down the podium steps and back into line with his class.

A metal twang filled the void around them as All Might smacked his palm against the railing as he stood sharply, buffed up and applauded his son.

''Well said, Young Midoriya!''

The cameras all turned to face the former number one, who's body smoked wildly as his muscular form slowly dissipated into his true form. The enthusiasm never left him as his suit suddenly hung loosely on him.

The camera hovered over Nejire and Inko for a moment, who had joined Toshinori in his standing ovation. Thankfully it didn't hold on them for longer than that; it may have been problematic for Miss Midoriya if people put the pieces together.

The first Support Class was next to be called up. Nejire waited and studied them all diligently.

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''Wow. That was really awkward, dude.'' Kaminari said as Izuku took his place with the rest of his class.

''I know; they literally gave me like a day's notice to write it. Just… hope that it doesn't become a thing, like my vigilante phase.''

''I thought it was splendid, Midoriya.'' Iida said in the lowest whisper he could manage, which was essentially a normal speaking voice.

''You were great!'' Ochako punched his arm lightly, covering her mouth to muffle her excited squeal.

Mei went up to collect her diploma about halfway through her class' retrievals. She looked to Class 3-A and waved gratefully. If it wasn't for their continued cooperation with her and allowing her to express herself through her inventions, she'd have never become the poster child for the Support Course.

Izuku looked up to Iida. The tall boy was smiling, though his features were strained as Mei met his eyes across the long distance. As Mei slinked away and out of sight, the bespectacled boy relaxed his face. Izuku laughed slightly before lightly nudging him with an elbow. Iida turned and smiled softly.

Another few minutes went by and Class B were called up as the first of the hero diplomas. Kendo, as representative, went first, and Ectoplasm, as he had for every Class Rep so far, presented her with a bouquet of flowers. The ginger girl giggled nervously as she tried to navigate her hands around the plants to accept the diploma and shake Nezu's hand.

Bondo was next, then Setsuna. Izuku grimaced slightly. As soon as her time was done at U.A, she'd be off to do the course that Nezu had suggested after the meeting with All Might. He still felt slightly guilty.

But as she faced the cameras and beamed, he felt the feeling evaporate. She was just glad to be there, alive. As they all were.

The rest of Class B moved up (Ibara tripped on the stairs and attempted to play it off as a prayer) before Iida took a deep breath and strode to take the hallowed paper. He took the flowers in stride and shook Nezu's hand firmly. Yaoyorozu felt a light push from Mina and she followed behind.

The class went up in the order they stood. Izuku had just Koji, Tooru and Tokoyami behind him as he started his walk to the stage. The applause that followed every new hero as they began the walk seemed to crescendo as he started his own.

He glanced up to All Might, his mother and Nejire. Nejire!? He didn't see her up there earlier. Maybe he should have looked.

He received a few words of encouragement from Nezu and Midnight as he took the scroll and walked past to reach the door at the stadium's edge. He walked up the many stairs to reach the box seats.

''Hi.'' He said as he walked up behind the three. Inko leapt from her chair and threw her arms around him, with All Might simply choosing to place a hand on his shoulder.

''I'm- We're so proud of you.'' Inko had watery eyes as she finally stopped crushing his ribs.

''Indeed we are. Though perhaps it would be better to save the celebrations until the after party.'' Yagi grinned. Izuku raised a brow in confusion.

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Oh.

It was safe to say he wasn't expecting this.

After the majority of the General and Business course families had gone home, Cementoss had terra formed the arena to a flat, stageless surface. Dozens of workers with trolleys full to the brim with food and drink rolled in like an army convoy. Tables and chairs were strewn about the place and the families of the hero course and support course students were invited back to enjoy the festivities.

''This wasn't in the pamphlet.'' Inko said as she looked out over the large crowd of parents mingling.

''Inko!'' A mature voice called out to her.

The doting mother spun just in time for Mitsuki Bakugo to swallow her up in a hug. ''O-Oh! Hi, Mitsu.''

The blonde woman backed off before studying All Might closely. The blonde man gulped, feeling as if he were under a microscope. Suddenly, Mrs Bakugo reached out and grabbed his hand, then Inko's and tugged them towards her husband.

''Sorry, Izuku! Just borrowing your parents for a while!''

Izuku chuckled as he saw the familiar glint of a wine bottle appear from behind Masaru's back. He looked back to Nejire. ''Want to go meet some people?''

The bluenette nodded rapidly and reached out to intertwine their fingers. The cameras were all off now; the only risk they had to an exposé of their relationship was a chatterbox among the guests.

They walked slowly to the nearest table, taking a drink of juice each and separating as they picked out food.

''Hello, Izuku.'' The greenette beamed as he recognised the voice.

''Hello, Mrs Todoroki.''

''Rei, please.'' The mother-of-four was looking significantly older these days, not that he was surprised. The last few years of stress was a definite wrinkle maker.

Fuyumi popped up from behind her mother, laughing nervously as she looked at the colder drinks.

''That was quite the speech you made.'' Rei said as she laced her fingers together. ''Even Enji was moved.''

Izuku jerked slightly. ''Endeavor was watching?''

''Of course. I was on the phone with him whilst the ceremony was commencing.''

''He was crying when Shoto got his diploma.'' Fuyumi smiled joyously. ''Big baby.''

''Let's not pretend we didn't shed tears of our own, now.'' Her mother said, though her smile betrayed her attempt at a scold.

Izuku scanned the stadium. The tables were placed in such a way that meant that there wouldn't be discussion on opposite ends, but even the 50% of the arena was so large that it took a while to find him.

Shoto, who drank an ice tea with his brother, Natsuo, was deep in conversation with Yaoyorozu's parents. Momo was hovering to the side of her mom and dad, head in hands. He recognised that too well. Her dad was motioning wildly, clearly describing an embarrassing thing the ravenette did when she was a child.

''Are they as happy in private as they are in our company?'' Rei said dryly as she sidled up alongside him to watch Shoto laugh at his fiancé's misfortune.

''They are in love, that's for sure.'' Izuku smiled as he took a sip from his cup. ''Shoto and Momo are going to be great heroes. And even better parents.''

''Parents!?'' Fuyumi walked around to flank his other side. ''Let's not get too ahead of ourselves, hmm?''

''I should hope not.'' Rei said softly. ''I'd only end up babysitting every day anyway.'' She joked.

Natsuo met his mother's eyes before waving and asking her to come over.

''Excuse me.'' The white-haired woman weaved between groups of conversing people to reach her sons.

Fuyumi cleared her throat loudly next to him before she leaned across his vision.

''U-Um, I know this isn't exactly professional or… whatever, but…'' She reached into her breast pocket and pulled out a small piece of paper. ''If you're ever near the house, drop by. I'll make you feel welcome.'' She said with a wink before handing him the paper and slinking away to reach her brothers.

Izuku looked down to see a phone number and a brief message. 'My cell number! Call me!'

Izuku felt unspeakable dread wash over him. He slowly turned, only for his vision to be filled by the creepiest face Nejire had ever made.

Her eyes were blank and devoid of life, yet her empty smile made her seem as if she was plotting her murder at that very moment.

''Izu.''

''Y-Yeah?''

''Never ring that girl.''

''You don't seriously think I'd cheat on you or Ochako with Shoto's sister, do you?''

Nejire narrowed her eyes. ''Tamaki says she does it up the butt.''

''Uhhhh, that isn't quite enough to sway my opinion. Besides, I think she just meant making me dinner.''

''Okay then!'' Nejire's face brightened and she breathed a sigh of relief. ''I'm not so sure that Tamaki liked her enough to be annoyed if she tried anything with you regardless.''

''Oh, where did those two meet?''

''An AA meeting.''

''Wait, what the-''

''AH! Midoriya!'' Tensei Iida wheeled over to him, Tenya's mother and father flanking either side of him. Izuku squatted on one knee and hugged the man briefly before returning to his feet.

''How have you been in training, Mr Midoriya?'' Tenya's mother asked, a happy expression never fading.

''Great! Tenya has been a very good friend over the years; I don't think I'd have come as far as I have without his help!''

''I'm very glad to hear that.'' Mrs Iida replied.

''I'm glad he avoided injuries, especially after that villain dilemma you heroes faced.'' Tenya's father added. Tensei looked forlorn for a moment before perking up and looking to Midoriya.

''I enjoyed your speech. Nice little callback that I'm sure All Might fanboys like yourself will enjoy.'' The disabled man chuckled. ''I'm sure that you'll be a brilliant hero. Not that you already aren't.''

''Thank you, Tensei. From a pro that I look up to, that means a lot. Would you like to discuss an agency move sometime? I'd be more than glad to have you working at my agency when I start one.''

''I'd be happy to. I'm still writing my autobiography but I'll definitely have plenty of time to help out where I can.'' The old Ingenium grinned.

''Hey, maybe you can include a paragraph about-''

''IZUKU!''

The greenette internally sighed. He was beginning to hate being interrupted. He peered gingerly to his right to lock eyes with Mei, who was jumping forward and…

''Unf!''

...tackling him.

He managed to keep his feet firmly planted so as to not be sent flying, but still felt the impact of all of the mechanic's weight.

''H-Hey, Mei. What's up?''

'''What's up'!?'' She started. She turned to face the Iida family. Her face fell and she gulped so loudly Izuku swore her throat would rupture.

''O-Oh! H-Hi, Mr and Mrs Iida!'' Her cheeks twisted upwards in a very nervous grin.

''You're Hatsume-san, right?'' Tensei tilted his head.

''Do you know our son?'' Mrs Iida asked in confusion. ''Would you like us to call him over?''

Mei slumped her shoulders, brushing against Izuku's chest. ''Tenya never told you about me?''

''I wasn't aware he even had many friends in the Support Course.'' Mr Iida said honestly, not having a clue of the harm it would cause Mei. The girl flinched as if she'd been shot.

''I just need to borrow Izuku for a sec.'' She placed her hands on her hero friend's shoulders and pushed him away to a different, vacant table.

The two stopped with a skid, Hatsume quickly reaching for a glass of champagne that rested on a tray upon the tablecloth and throwing it back in a handful of seconds.

''Mei, I'm sorry about them, but-''

''Stop. I'm not even dating Iida anymore. My babies are more important than dating anyway.''

''You didn't think that way before… uhhh…''

''Before what?''

''Before your father passed.'' He said slowly, squeezing his eyes shut as he recognised the lack of subtlety or tact.

''Hmph. You're probably right.'' Mei eyed another glass of champagne. Izuku noticed and cleared his throat to regain her attention.

''At least you started actually showering and stuff, right?'' He laughed awkwardly.

''Look; I just need to ask a quick question for my mom.'' Mei adjusted her bra strap, leaving Izuku to take in the clothes she'd chosen for graduation.

A pair of well-worn, heavy duty boots, ironed blue jeans (that alone shocked him), a flowery, loose blouse with one of her trademark black tank tops underneath. Quite a step up, considering her normal grease monkey attire.

''Shoot.''

''Are you single?'' Mei asked. No blush. No hesitation. No feeling.

''Unfortunately for many pursuers, I am not.'' He said with red cheeks. ''Why do you ask? Surely your mom isn't going after teenagers…?''

''No, she wants me to date you.'' Mei folded her arms and leant against the table, a scowl on her face.

''Ouch. Am I that bad?''

''What? No. You're a good guy and you're hot. I just don't like her motive for wanting me to, is all.'' Mei shrugged through the compliment, of which Izuku realised it had sounded like he was fishing for one. He stayed quiet, watching Mei's lips part silently as she thought out her next sentences.

''When-'' She sighed heavily. ''When my dad died, my mom suddenly became aware of how 'lucky' she was.'' Mei raised her index and middle fingers for air quotes. ''About how lucky she was to marry a good guy and get a good 27 years of marriage.''

''And she thinks that I'm in that bracket?'' Izuku took the spot next to her, leaning a little further forward than she was.

''Mhmm.''

''Why? I don't recall meeting her.''

''You're the poster boy of the new age of heroes. And you get to use all of my beautiful babies.'' There was a gleam to her eye briefly, the mention of her inventions pulling her out of her gloomy mood. ''You're popular. And limited edition. Like a super rare part to a machine. People want you… but you can only fit with so many.'' Mei giggled.

''She wants me to snap you up before other girls get you.''

''Too late. Sorry.'' He said genuinely, a dusting of pink seeming to permanently stain his cheeks.

''It's okay. I'm over it.''

Izuku perked up. '''Over it'?''

Mei laughed hard, almost pained. ''I used to like you. First year. Hell, the only reason I started speaking to Iida was so I had a better chance to talk to you.''

''Ouch.''

''Not 'ouch.' I fell for Iida fast, ya know. Anyway, my mom still remembers me crushing on you and wanted me to try to land a date.''

''Sorry, I'm not sure if Nejire and Ochako would like that.''

Now it was Mei's turn to perk up. '''And'?'' Izuku slammed an open palm against the table. 'WHY.' He just always had to let it slip.

''Hey, no judgement. I wanted to date you and Iida at the same time at one point. And that was stinky me.'' She slapped his shoulder as she laughed.

''So~'' Izuku began. ''Let's say… I were to go on a date with you… would your mom leave you alone for a while?''

''We are not doing that. A little, orange bird tells me what Nejire is like when she's jealous.''

Izuku had no idea what she was referring to with that, but nodded anyway.

''Have any male hero friends that are decent guys? Big dicks are not a necessity, but are preferred.'' She added jokingly.

''Uhhhh, I could hit up a few guys in 1-A. 1-B guys are nice, but weird.''

''You realise you're talking to me, right? I was the Queen of Weird!'' Mei appeared proud of that title. ''The 1-A guys probably remember me just being the overly-energetic, crazy tech girl.''

''With big boobs.'' Izuku added nervously, hoping that it was clear he was making a joke.

Mei giggled. ''Yeah, with big boobs.''

''How do you feel about Sero? He's a decent guy, one of the 'fun but still sensible' types?'' Izuku lilted his voice to show he had no idea if what he was saying made sense to her.

''That the tape guy?''

''Pretty reductive, but yeah.''

''Meh, I remember him being decent looking. Especially modelling my babies.''

Izuku racked his brain for other single, decent guys he knew. Not many choices. Mineta was far from decent. And Mei's previously mentioned preference would definitely be met there. Nejire's words from just 10 minutes or so before sprung to mind.

''I'd recommend Amijiki Tamaki, but he seems like he would hate the fact that you're energetic.''

''I'm not all the time.''

''You are when you're inventing or tinkering. Which is how many hours a day, again?'' He said in jest.

''Between 12 and 14 hours.'' Mei seemed slightly ashamed to admit. He had no idea why; her devotion to the creation of support gear and costumes had contributed to his success as a vigilante.

''Pffft! Those are rookie numbers! A real inventor spends at least 30 hours a day inventing!'' He said, voice dripping with sarcasm.

''My babies helped you dimwits at the Class A dorms run your microwave because you broke it when you were 'inventing', if I remember it right. And I do.''

''Touché.''

The two sat, taking in the sounds of the party around them. Mei stood and shook out her legs in a very unorthodox stretch.

''My mom is coming over. She has definitely been watching us this whole time. I'll save you the trouble of talking to her and meet her halfway.''

''Oh, alright then.'' He opened up his arms. ''Bye-bye, Mei-Mei.''

Hatsume dove into his chest, enjoying the warmth of their goodbye hug. She pulled away and walked backwards across the arena's concrete surface.

''Call me! I'll have your shipment soon!'' She spun just in time to take her mother, a woman with the same pink hair (though the colour was fading), by the arm and lead her towards Power Loader, who was visibly scared by his most dangerous student.

Izuku watched the proceedings from afar. The table he sat on was the very furthest from the centre and, aside from the few glasses of champagne and a few chocolate peanuts, had been picked clean. He could simply take it all in with very little chance of being interrup-

''Oi.''

''Hi, Kacchan.''

''I'mma need you to hover around my mom now.'' Katuski sighed. ''Camie has already jumped in on the conversation.''

''Is her dad here?'' Izuku asked as he pushed off the table and followed Bakugo through the various groups and gatherings.

''Nah. I could only invite up to 3 guests. Did you not know that?''

''I only have two people to invite…'' Izuku rubbed the back of his head awkwardly.

''Ah, sorry.''

When they reached the Bakugo's and Camie, he was surprised to see his mother was not still in conversation with them. Instead, she was seemingly fascinated by Jirou's parents describing their most recent gig.

''-have seen his face! He was just as angry looking as a baby!'' Mitsuki finished a story for Camie just in time for the two childhood friends to reach the table they had gathered around.

''Hey squirt!'' Mitsuki grabbed Katsuki around his neck and ruffled his hair. ''Why didn't ya tell me you were dating such a pretty girl? I'd have got her into modelling!'' The blonde woman grinned eagerly at Camie.

''Let me go! You're wrinkling the flares of my costume, old hag!'' Katsuki shook her off and practically hid behind Utsushimi.

Said girl looked to Izuku and waved. ''Hi, Izuku. Long time, no see. You been treating Ochako good?''

''As if I could treat her badly with you monitoring the group chats.'' Izuku laughed.

''Ooh, are you dating Ochako?'' Mitsuki asked. ''I always thought you looked cute together!''

''Thanks!'' A familiar, feminine voice yelled out.

Izuku felt his brunette girlfriend wrap her arms around his.

''Hi.'' She whispered just loud enough for him to hear. Katsuki scoffed, clearly not impressed by her impeccable timing.

''What are we talking about?'' Ochako asked no one in particular.

''Relationships.'' Mitsuki said quickly. ''Speaking of-'' She looked at her son and his girlfriend. ''Anything you two would like to tell me?''

Camie and Katsuki shared a pained expression.

''I know you've got something to hide.'' Mitsuki furrowed her brow. ''You've never been this talkative, Katsuki.''

Camie took a step forward. ''I think I-''

''Nope.'' Katsuki placed an arm across her chest and pushed her behind him. ''Not letting you take the fall for this shit.''

Mitsuki looked fearful.

''I might've gotten her pregnant.'' Dyna-Might hissed.

Masaru Bakugo was unfortunately taking a sip of water when that was said. He spat the water over his own shirt and began coughing. Mitsuki took a step back and patted his back. Her facial expression was a strange mixture that Izuku couldn't quite place.

''Are you sure?'' She asked quietly, barely audible.

''We haven't used a test or seen a doctor.'' Camie added, face red in shame.

Masaru stopped coughing, leaving Mitsuki to walk towards the young couple and pull the two into her chest.

''Get tested, Camie. Let's be sure before anything else, hmm?''

The two were stunned.

''Let it be known I'm not screaming because Izuku is standing just there.''

From over his mother's shoulder, Katsuki raised his brows as if to say 'I told you so.' Ochako nudged him.

''He tell you about this?''

Izuku nodded. ''Just before we left for the ceremony.''

''Well at least he trusts you enough to tell you that you might be an uncle.'' She said.

''That's what I said to him too!'' Izuku laughed.

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Most of the families had left once the snacks and drinks dried up. The Hero Course students, clearly quite saddened by the thought of leaving their home for the last 2 and a half years, were hesitant to leave.

Jirou's parents had a show to get to, meaning she was the first to say her goodbyes and shed a few tears. That simply started the mass movement.

Goodbyes were fast but well meant. Kirishima and Ashido had to be pried apart by their parents and dragged away. Some pairs or trios of parents and guardians who were on better terms left together. Izuku knew he'd be one of them; The Midoriya's, the Bakugo's and the Todoroki's were going to have tea at the Bakugo house when they'd seen to the delivery men.

Nejire hovered over to her favourite pair, cancelling her quirk as she closed the gap. She had occupied the last hour or so by speaking with Ryukyu and Tamaki. Fatgum had stopped by briefly to impart some wisdom before heading back out on his patrol of the campus.

''Hey-hey! It's… 2:18! You heading home soon for the moving vans?'' She twirled her periwinkle hair between her thumb and forefinger.

''Yeah… I think it might be time to get on the move.'' Ochako said as she unfurled herself from Izuku. ''I'll text you guys when I'm home and we can sort out the move to Nejire's apartment next week. Later!''

She skipped away, towards her parents. Hado turned to Midoriya and smiled sadly. ''Sorry I got a bit mad at you earlier. I have quite a few problems that mean relationships are a bit… yikes.''

''It's okay; I wouldn't exactly be happy if a random guy came up to you and gave you his number.'' Izuku shrugged.

Nejire, who was incredibly relieved, threw her arms around him and nuzzled into the crook of his neck. ''Thank you for forgiving me.''

Izuku hesitated, before raising a hand and patting her head. ''Uhhh, you're welcome?''

Nejire leapt back and looked up to see if her flight path was clear. ''I'll text you later, 'zuzu. Love ya!''

She activated Wave Motion under her heels and zipped upwards, tilting slightly to head further across than directly up when she reached an ideal height.

He stood in silence. He had finally graduated.

All Might was walking towards him; he could tell that much just from the vision in the corner of his eye. No doubt he'd suggest they get a move on so they could get home and move all the boxes indoors. Not that he minded. The brief time he'd spend at home, preparing for his first patrols, would be a wonderful time. Planning routed with Toshinori, messaging the group chat to coordinate pair patrols, introducing himself to the locals: all of it came with the territory.

''Young Midoriya.'' Yagi said softly. ''Shall we be off?''

Izuku nodded vacantly, following behind his mentor and father as he watched the distant, tiny figure of Nejire disappear from sight.

He smiled inwardly. It was time to finally be a true hero.

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Himiko sat on the small, metal chair, swinging her legs to and fro as she watched the Warden, Detective Tsukauchi and Mandalay leave the room. In exchange for some time speaking to the trio, she was allowed to watch Izuku's graduation.

The door slammed, leaving Warden Ino and his associates in the neighbouring observations room. The warden was a hunched, elderly man of a strangely tall stature. Perhaps that was due to the way he walked.

''Uhh, you. In the hat. Tell me what she wrote.'' The warden said as he pointed at Tsukauchi.

''Please, let us go.'' Tsukauchi tensed as he took laboured steps towards the clipboard he threw on the desk as he entered.

''What did she write?'' Ino said again, more sternly the second time of asking.

The detective stood ramrod straight very suddenly and began reading, his voice monotone and unable to travel far. Mandalay stood near the door, her brow furrowed as sweat poured down her face.

The police officer was finished quite quickly, never stopping to breath between sentences for long. He fell onto his knees at the base of the desk and gasped for air.

Kanshi Ino looked towards Shino Sosaki, her mauve Wild Wild Pussycat costume was dirty and worn. She tensed her face as the warden strode towards her.

''You cannot win, hero. Stop trying to resist me.''

Mandalay didn't respond.

''Hmm. Usually those within my control are capable of speaking freely, despite my control of their bodies.''

Mandalay's eyes quickly flicked to the right to look at him, though she couldn't hold the look for long.

''Would you like me to make you lift your skirt and dance for my men again?'' The Warden smiled maniacally.

''N-No.'' The brunette choked out.

''Ah! So she can talk!'' The older man raised his hands in joy. ''I was beginning to think the cat had gotten your tongue! Or would that be you getting your own, hmm?'' He chuckled to himself.

''Your nephew must be getting worried. Your 'letters' to your team are getting a little… brusque. As long as the hero world doesn't become suspicious, I suppose…''

''You won't get as far as to hurt them.'' Mandalay growled. ''I'll make sure of it.''

''Threats from someone so powerless are endearing. Have you forgotten who the more powerful psychic is!?''

''E-Excuse me, boss?'' A grunt, dressed half-assedly in the Tartarus guard attire, stood at the door.

''Speak.''

''The graduation ceremony at U.A. is done. The patrols should be starting next week.''

''Brilliant! I may finally have my revenge on those foolish, little monsters.''

The Warden looked to his lackey, who snapped his fingers. The features, both facial and bodily, and clothing of the warden turned into glitter, which the man underneath blew off with a huff of breath unceremoniously. A completely different man, although still hunched, stood in the place the warden had once stood.

His top hat rested atop his very round head, a carved in smile sitting on his lips.

''So says the Dictator.''

AND WE'RE DONE. 50 PAGES.

I hope you all enjoyed this very long chapter. I was tempted to split it into two parts but I felt this was much more cohesive. I may have made several spelling mistakes or grammatical errors. I apologise. I have double checked it but I may have author's eyes on that.

I very much hope that people like the relationship between Mei and Izuku. I feel like characters like Mei are so interesting in regard to different sides of their personalities that we haven't seen thus far. Izuku and Mei (fingers crossed) should hopefully come across as good friends who distanced themselves but still click together very naturally when they do speak on occasion.

If you don't know who the Dictator is, he's a very recent manga villain. I'm talking like the last two chapters. He can control people's bodily actions but they can still speak and try to warn others who he isn't controlling.

I'll be explaining how Tsukauchi and Mandalay haven't escaped or warned anyone soon.

As for Katsuki and Camie, I'll be referencing their relationship a bit more from now on. They are a very cute couple and have some interesting battle dynamics I'd like to explore.

I'd say what the next chapter will be about… but that would be spoiling the fun!

Please review or send me a PM if you'd like! See ya!