(Note: When Mei says 'Mother', she's referring to Inko)

Izuku would be released mere hours after Jiro had left him, allowing the greenette to finally leave his anesthesia filled prison. No more did he have to deal with the mind-breaking beeps or the depressing coughs that surrounded him.

He had told his mother over the phone he was released and she offered to come get him, but he declined saying that traffic was too bad and that he didn't want her dealing with it. He told her he would get a cab to ride home, and while reluctant, she allowed him to do so. He would end up waiting for only five minutes for a black car to pull up and say it was for him, and Izuku thinking nothing of it, entered, allowing the driver to pull away from the hospital.

Izuku's real cab arrived minutes later, confused and waiting for him.

Izuku and the driver, a middle-aged white male with graying hair and in a well-tailored suit, talked about small and generic things. Like the weather, how the current sports team were doing, and even about a few pros the two had a common interest in. They even talked about quirks. Izuku was surprised by the man's quirk, which to put it into basic terms, was a sixth sense for danger. His quirk alerted him to any danger, not only to his self, but two other people of his choosing. The catch was they would have to be within 100 or so yards of him.

It took about 15 minutes for the two to arrive, and Izuku thanked the man for picking him up and went to pay him. But the driver refused, saying that the lads' company was enough payment. Smiling, Izuku bid him a farewell and went up towards his apartment, unaware of what the driver was doing.

"Target has arrived safe and secure." He whispered into a device inside of the suit that covered his wrist.

"Good, return to base for further instructions." A gruff voice ordered, causing the man to nod and drive away.

After reaching his apartment, Izuku was met with the frantic tears and hyperventilation of his worried mother. He hugged her and the two cried together, with her crying over fear of his health and almost losing him, and him crying over making her worry so much. They cried and hugged in the one spot for a solid 30 minutes until moving to the couch, with Inko getting tea for both of them

Izuku went over what had happened at the USJ, the fear and worry in his mother's eyes as he talked was enough to make the most hardened of people become sad. But with fear came praise, and Inko said how proud she was of him for making sure everyone was safe and protected.

When he was finished, she went and told him of what happened after she had gotten the call over what happened. She dropped everything and came running to the hospital with Mei, and the two stayed in his hospital room until late at night before they were forced to leave. Neither of them had been dry eyed since, which only made Izuku feel more guilty.

After another hour of talking, Inko said she was going to call Mei and tell her the news of Izuku's return. The greenette nodded and went to his room to mentally prepare himself for what was to come.

That's where we find our favorite hero to be now, laying on his All Might themed bed and staring at the pale ceiling, a million thoughts running through his mind. Should he tell his mom and Mei about his dragon quirk? Not even he knew everything about it or all the secrets behind One For All, so he figured it'd be better for All Might to explain it further before telling anyone. God, he could hear Kacchan's screams and accusations, saying that he lied about his quirk yet again. And what about the rest of the class? What would he tell them?

Knock, knock knock knock knock, knock knock Came from the door, a secret knock that only two other people besides himself knew. And he knew for a fact one of the other two wouldn't have knocked, but rather literally blow the door down.

"Come in." He said, tone soft and low, almost like a whisper as he sat up.

The door was barley opened, and a head of pink slipped in before closing the door. Mei held her head down, her hair covering her whole face. His best female friend wore nothing buy black basketball shorts and a green sweater he knew all too well. It was far from her usual attire, showing him that things were serious.

"Mei?" He asked, using her real name instead of her nickname as he watched her stand there, her back to him and her front towards the door. She was preparing herself; he could tell. Her body was shaking, and whether it was from anger or sadness, he couldn't tell. "I-I know how you feel Me-"

"You don't." She whispered harshly, causing the boy to flinch from her tone. She had never used such a tone on him. Towards bullies and Kacchan, maybe, but never to him. "I-I was scared, Izuku. One minute everything's fine, we're having lunch with Baku and your friends and everything's great. And the next minute? Mother's calling me and telling me you were attacked! That you could've died! You don't know how I feel!" She shouted, whipping around to glare at the greenette.

Her eyes were bloodshot, fresh tears running down her cheeks as her body trembled and shook. Her yellow eyes no longer held the warmth and love that was only and always for him, now they held anger and fear. Anger over him pushing himself to fight a literal monster, fear over almost losing the love of her life. It broke his heart seeing her like this.

"I'm sorry Mei, really, I am. But you knew this would've happened eventually!"

"Maybe 10 or 20 years from now, yeah. But not a day after seeing you again after so long!" Tears were coming out full force right now, and she attempted to wipe them away as fast as they exited. "I-I can't lose someone else I care about! I-I can't lose you, Izuku! I'm not strong enough!" She was full blown crying right, sobs echoing in the room and tearing his heart apart. Her body shook and legs wobbled, making it look like she would fall at any second. Her fumes, the only thing keeping her standing, were wearing out.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey! I'm not going anywhere." He said, quickly getting up from his bed and rushing to his friend. He brought her into a hug, and her arms latched around him before he could blink. He let out a quiet grunt from how hard she was squeezing him. "Mei, too tight! Too tight!" He warned, but it never reached the crying girls ears.

With a sigh he began slowly walking backwards, allowing Mei enough time to move forward before he continued back. He lowered himself onto the bed, carefully bringing Mei down with him as he went. The pinkette slid into his lap, her legs spreading and resting on either side of his own. He held her close as she continued to cry, her tears staining his green tshirt.

They stayed in that position for an ungodly amount of time, each holding the other tight and keeping them close to their bodies. Izuku felt awful for making his friend feel this way, for making her worry and panic over his well-being. He hadn't meant for any of this to happen, he merely wanted to keep his friends safe. In a way, he did blame himself. He had people who cared about him, which meant he needed to start thinking things through before going through with whatever plan of his.

"Y-You're a jerk." She muttered into his shoulder. The girl was finally calming down, probably from exhaustion. It looked like she hadn't slept for a while.

"I know. And I'm sorry, really truly sorry, for putting you and the others through this. If I promise to be careful from now on, will you forgive me?"

"No." She answered bluntly, causing him to chuckle. "Only…Only a kiss will get you my forgiveness."

Playfully rolling his eyes, he leaned down and pecked her cheek, much like Jiro had down to him earlier. He felt his cheeks pinken at the act, but took joy in watching her pale skin redden.

"I meant on my lips!" He heard her muffled whine, causing him to sigh.

"No Mei, not on the lips."

"But I didn't specify what lips I was talking about…"

He sputtered, cheeks burning as they turned blood red. His body froze at the statement, mind going blank at the thought. He heard her laugh, her body shaking against his as she giggled.

"I love making you all flustered." She pulled away giggling, wiping her tears off onto the giant (when compared to her) sleeve of the sweater.

"You're insufferable sometimes."

"But ya love me anyway!" She giggled again, before leaning in and pecking his cheek in return. "Maybe when mother goes to sleep, you can make it up to me for making me worry so much."

"In your dreams." He grumbled.

"If this was my dream, you'd have me pinned while-"

"OKAY that's enough out of you crazy!" He cut her off, cheeks on fire at the images she was feeding him. "Why don't you go home and get some sleep? It looks like you haven't slept in days."

"But home's so far away! And your bed's right here…" She trailed off innocently, fluttering her eyelashes at him.

"Nope, no way! There's no way-"

"Mother said it was okay!"

He…actually believed that. His mom had always thought the two were cute together, as did Mei's mom. They were always trying to get him and Mei together, often coming up with hair brained schemes to create romantic situations to hook them up. It was usually Mei's father who stopped the schemes, always saying his daughter was too young in be in a relationship. No matter how much he liked Izuku, his pure daughter came first.

If only he could see how un-pure she had become.

"Tch, fine. You can stay the night, but no funny business!" He warned, causing her to cheer in joy. A large and happy smile formed, making it seem like she was never sad in the first place.

Before he knew it, she was jumping off of him and practically tearing her clothing off, revealing a pair of silk pink panties and matching bra. His mind shut off as he saw parts…jiggle.

"M-Mei?!"

"What? I sleep naked, be happy I'm being nice and wearing something!" She pouted and crossed her arms, making parts jiggle again.

"I-I don't need to know that! A-And you're showing too much!"

"Aww, what's wrong Izuku? Don't like my body? Or just worried?" She teased, grabbing onto on either side of his face and leaning down to his level. "Don't worry my love, no other man shall see it besides you. You can do whatever you want whenever you want." She whispered huskily to him.

He resisted to groan, and felt his pants get a little too tight for his liking. It was like being with Ashido all over again, but instead of assuming she was kidding, he knew Mei wasn't.

"Can we just go to bed?" He sighed, causing the pinkette to let him go and nod eagerly. He got up and pushed the blanket back, and was about to lay down before he felt Mei grab onto his shirt. "What now?"

"It's a little uneven right now, isn't it?" She questioned, gesturing to her half naked body and his fully clothed one.

"Maybe it'd be even if you put some clothes on."

"But I can't sleep with clothes on! And didn't you say I needed my rest? Well, I'll rest easier with you losing a bit of clothing." She shot back, still tugging onto his tshirt.

Too tired and embarrassed, he easily complied and took the shirt off before throwing it into the laundry basket. With a sigh he placed his hands onto his hips.

"Happy now?" He asked, trying to not let show how annoyed he was. But her eyes didn't meet his, they were staring down at his chest. He followed her gaze, and realized what she was looking at.

A nasty scar ran in a diagonal line, its starting point one inch below his right breast and ending at the top of his belly button. The doctor had told him about it before he was released: a rib bone had penetrated his skin and cut downwards from his fight at the USJ. He would always have the scar, but they ended up saving his life.

"It that…from your fight?" She questioned softly, her finger trailing down and causing his breath to shudder at the touch. He nodded, not trusting his voice to not crack. "Does it hurt?"

"A-A little." He answered. He watched her, that famous look in her eyes when she started to think. Leaning down, she began planting small kisses along the scar, soft lips meeting rough skin and causing his breath to catch in his throat. Four kisses were planted along his scar, and she looked up at him with half lidded eyes and a small smile.

"Feel better? Does anything else need a kiss?" She asked seductively, a hand trailing slowly up his thigh.

She was going to be the death of him.

"L-Let's just go to bed."