Takoba Municipal Beach Park- July 16, 200X
Izuku was bored.
After celebrating his seventh birthday the day before, Izuku had figured that he should get back to working at the Junkbeach.
Every time he left them alone for too long, he felt like the mountains of scrap and trash only grew to loom larger and more imposing.
He'd clear a pile of sheet metal and come back to find a pile of CRTs and retro PC parts.
It was annoying, to say the least.
He waved at Nishida as the man brought in the dump truck for the day.
After his uncle had started using some of the Majima Kensetsu members to help train him, Izuku had gotten pretty close to the crew, they all seemed to share this strange bond after being subjected to the strange force of nature that was Goro Majima.
After setting down his bento near the truck, Izuku set out amongst the junky wasteland to get to work.
An Hour Later…
I hate coming in this deep.
A lot of the smellier trash was located at the heart of the Junkbeach, likely because it had been sitting there the longest while the garbage around it grew thicker.
It's almost like trash royalty.
He wished that he could just go back home and play video games, and truthfully he could've, nobody would've stopped him from just calling it quits and leaving that day.
But he didn't. Heroes didn't leave a job half-finished, and if he wanted to be the world's greatest hero, he'd have to give it 110%.
All Might wouldn't give up, neither would Jiji or Kiryu-san, so I won't either!
With puffed cheeks and a fist that he thrusted towards the sky, he let out a cry towards the heavens, "You hear that, World!? I'll be the greatest hero there ever was! And I'll start showing that by cleaning up this beach!"
"Right on, little man! You've got my support!"
"Thank you, random gu-" Wait, what?
Izuku turned his head to the side, and took note of a peculiar sight.
A man with dark hair and a heavy-looking pair of goggles, they seemed almost steampunkish in design, and clad in coveralls stood hunched above one of the larger heaps of scrap, pulling at something.
He… probably shouldn't be up there.
He called out to the man, "Um, excuse me! What are you doing?"
He was ignored, so he tried catching the man's attention once again, in hopes of getting him down before someone got hurt.
"Excuse me, sir. You should probably get do-"
"Just a little bit more… and… THERE!"
With one hard yank, the man pulled a… gramophone out of the heap.
Hand on his hip and toothy grin plastered across his face, the man raised the antique over his head triumphantly.
And then the heap collapsed.
CRASH!
The gramophone flew and landed on the sandy path, relatively unharmed.
The stranger, however, fell straight down and hit his head hard on an old TV.
The greenette ran over and knelt down next to the likely concussed man.
"Oh my god! Are you okay!?"
"Why I'm just fine, young men. Now would you three oddly in-sync triplets mind going and grabbing my daughter? She should be deeper into one of the further heaps."
CRASH!
"There she is."
Izuku looked over to where the sound came from.
If there's a girl there, she'll probably need help, this guy doesn't look too hurt, but I don't know if I should just leave him here.
"LITTLE BOSS!"
The boy heard footsteps approaching rapidly and looked to Nishida rushing towards him.
As soon as he saw him, the decision was made.
Jumping back to his feet, he ran past Nishida, telling him to bring the man to the truck, and ran off in the direction of the second crash.
When he arrived, he found the toppled pile of scrap, but no girl.
"Hey! Is there anyone here?!"
No response.
Crap!
He got down and started digging through the rubbish.
"Please, if you're down there, say something!"
He pushed a rotting bookshelf off the pile and was midway through picking up an old engine block when he heard shifting off to his side.
"Huh?"
He heard more shifting, so he abandoned the engine block and moved towards the shifting, and started to move the things around there.
After moving a sheaf of sheet metal, he was greeted with the sight of a grinning disembodied head.
He stared.
It stared.
He blinked.
It said one word.
"Hiya."
He definitely didn't scream in terror for a full minute.
Five Minutes Later…
After Izuku calmed down and dug the girl out of the garbage, he brought her back to the entrance, where Nishida stood with the girl's father.
And the father-daughter pair stood across from the greenette, the foremost individual still holding on tight to the gramophone he'd retrieved.
"Sorry for the trouble kiddo, but when we found this treasure trove, we just had to come in. And just look! This is just what I need to complete my next little darling."
At that, he began to hug the antique to his chest, rubbing his cheek against its horn.
Right…
It seemed like Izuku's life was just defined by his series of interactions with weird individuals.
"Well, either way, you two shouldn't be digging through this place by yourselves. I'm only really here because I wanted to get a jump on my hero traini-"
"You wanna be a hero?"
He was now staring into wide yellow eyes, the crosshairs in them locked onto his soul.
P-personal space?
"Y-yeah?"
The pink-haired girl grinned and grabbed the greenette by his shoulders.
"Well, if you wanna be a hero, you're gonna need some support items. Don't worry, my babies can help with that!"
"Babies?"
The pinkette wrapped an arm around the greenette's shoulders and pulled him in close. She put out a hand towards the bright sun as Izuku blushed heavily.
"My inventions! Soon to be well-received all around the world! And with heroes like you using them, Mei Hatsume will be a household name, just like my dad told me!"
Confused and embarrassed as he was, Izuku couldn't help but get caught up in the girl's conviction. She was really hyper and had no sense of personal space, it seemed, but she had heart, and it seemed to be in the right place.
So with a grin, he shrugged off her arm and stood with his hands on his hips, he looked Mei Hatsume directly in the eyes.
"Well, fine. But if you're gonna be makin' inventions for Izuku Midoriya, you better bring your A-Game. Got it?"
A beat of silence.
Followed by the giggles of two seven-year-olds that echoed across the beach.
BOOM!
Izuku's eyes fluttered open as he heard the all too familiar sound of an explosion.
His vision was filled with an all too familiar 'Ora Ora Ora'.
Lightly jerking his head to the side caused the manga he was reading to hit the floor with a satisfying slap!
Sitting up on the couch, he arched his back and stretched, relishing in the sound of his joints popping.
Must've fallen asleep. But she'll be coming up pretty soon.
Hatsume Family Residence-April 18th, 201X
He had been waiting for about an hour, it wasn't quite a stretch for him to believe that he'd drifted off at some point while he laid back and read Jump.
At least they gave me my own key, I'd really rather not be stuck outside today.
He'd received an awful thrashing during his spar Yagi-sensei that day (Despite being so skinny in his true form, the man still packed a wallop).
It was just a good thing that the hero didn't mind if he took off a little early during their training session for the day. Even if it had only been two weeks since their mentor-student relationship had started, they'd both understood the need for accommodation on both sides.
And he absolutely needed to make time for that day.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The sound of heavy boots tramping up the stairs.
The smell of smoke and oil getting ever so closer.
Izuku got up and got into position next to the door.
Ready…
Set…
Creeeeeeak!
POP!
"Happy Birthday, MeiMei!"
The ash-covered pinkette blinked.
"Huh, Izu? When'd you get here?"
"'Bout an hour ago, not important. Come over here for a sec."
He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and her to the living room, where a small chocolate cake sat on the table.
Izuku knew that even though it was her birthday, Mei would likely spend most of it cooped inside the workshop.
She'd done it before, much to her friend's chagrin, but he wouldn't let her do it that year.
There was only one thing that could stop Mei Hatsume from going back down to that workshop to tinker with her 'babies'.
Chocolate.
Ten Minutes Later…
That's almost impressive.
Izuku might've only sprung for a small cake, but to see his friend put it all away by herself was like watching a mini calamity as it wreaked havoc upon a tiny moussey island.
Where does it all go? Is she even chewing?
It hardly even seemed like the dessert was being eaten, more like sucked up into the cold, uncaring vacuum named Mei Hatsume.
Shaking his head and ignoring the possibility of his friend being an unnamed eldritch horror, Izuku decided to make conversation.
"So what exploded this time?"
"Baby 12032."
"Huh. Still haven't gotten that one down?"
"Yeah, it's been oddly finicky."
"Isn't it a toaster?"
"A wireless, flying toaster."
"Right…"
The girl continued to demolish the cake.
Okay, well, now's as a good time as any.
"Hey, Mei."
"Sup, Izu?"
"Remember when we met?"
"You mean when you screamed like a girl?"
"Yeah, then. But remember what happened after that? What you said?"
"Well, if you wanna be a hero, you're gonna need some support items. Don't worry, my babies can help with that!"
"Yeah, what of it?"
"Well, ya know how we're starting at U.A. next year and my quirk would work best with support, and that I still need to design a costume?"
"Yeaaaaaah?"
She grinned and leaned forward.
"You're really gonna make me say it?"
She nodded slowly.
Izuku sighed.
Here goes.
"Mei… will you make... babies... with me?"
Within seconds, his vision was dominated by yellow, and black crosshairs aimed directly at his soul.
"I thought you'd never ask."
Hope you enjoyed this short baby right here.
The next chapter will be up soon.
Also, I want to thank everyone who's read this far. I don't say it enough, but I really appreciate the fact that you folks take time to read this.