A/N?: So I didn't know where to put this so I chose at random... Proceed with care, spoilers ahead.. I guess.

Momo stared at Izuku in mild shock, the boy was currently sleeping with a goofy grin on his face while she sat at his bedside in a maid costume, just seconds earlier this boy... Her boyfriend uttered four words. These three words were not the ones she was accustomed to, but another in the form of a question, a question she was not ready to hear or answer. As her brain was desperately going through a cycle of meltdown and reset. Her face was now bright red and her speech her stuttering mess, not that whatever left her mouth was coherent. A soft hum came from her lap as she became personally aware of the weight on her lap. Tired red eyes peered up at her as the small white-haired girl using her as a pillow gave her a worried expression as she spoke. "Momo-nee, are you ok? You're not sick like Izu-nii?"

Sighing Momo looked down at the horned girl putting on the brightest smile she could manage. In that moment her mind was finally back in working order though her rosy tint remained. "Sorry, Eri, did I wake you?... It's just your brother said something that surprised me." She then threw a pout at her sleeping lover, if she didn't know any better she would have thought that he had overheard the comment that her best friend Kyoka had made to the sleeping teen's mother when her, Kyoka, and Itsuka had come to visit several hours earlier. 'Why did you have to ask me that now? Though I am happy you did, I would have waited for a different time when you are not suffering from a fever. You...' Momo cut herself off with a low groan. Her attention now returns to the girl on her lap.

Rubbing the sleep from her eyes Eri gave a look of concern as her eyes fluttered between the two lovers as she replied. "Is Izu-nii okay? What do we do? Should I get Mama?" Eri said while shooting up from the older girl's lap.

Momo giggled, getting up herself, taking the eight-year-old's hand and she took on a comforting smile. "Izuku is doing just fine, see.'' She points to the sleeping one for all inheritor. "His fever hasn't broken yet but you have nothing to worry about, didn't the doctor say he would be alright in a couple of days?" Getting a sad nod from Eri she continued. "We should let him rest, come. Kyoka, Itsuka, and your mother might need our help with the chores downstairs."

Another nod came from the girl, but before she followed Momo's lead Eri let go of the larger hand and moved up to the bedside of her brother taking one of his hands into both of hers. "Get better soon Izu-nii."

(...)

The weekend before Kyoka had gathered several members of class 3-A in the library of Yuuei under the guise of putting a plan in place for their class at the school's festival. "Now that everyone's here... What are we going to do about Izuku missing yet another cultural festival?" She let the question hang in the air for anyone to answer. To her displeasure, Shoto Todoroki was the first person to answer.

"Is this what you dragged me here to discuss?" He questioned the girl. "I thought it must be something serious, you did say that you were having problems with the plans for our class' idea, and it's not the worst thing in the world that he is missing one festival.'

"One festival? This is our last year at UA... And probably one of the last times we all are going to have to chill with each other and have fun as a class, and with Izuku literally going AWOL to America two years ago for almost a year, and those villain attacks last year... Forgive me if I want to hang out with my friends in the downtime, Todoroki." The room was in stunned silence at the declaration. Taking the initiative despite the irony of the hero name Idle that became her moniker, Kyoka offers up the first suggestion to question. "What if we visit him during the festival after the school day?" She posed another.

This time a relatively face new to the group, a maroon-headed girl answered. "I don't know, Kyoka. I don't want to give anymore to Yagi-san's plate, she has enough to deal with. "The teen announced. "Besides the fact that Mido is sick, she has an eight-year-old to take care of." the group stiffed at her words. "Keep in mind that it hasn't been long since All Might passed either, so a bunch of his old students showing up out of nowhere could do some undo stress for her. This family had to deal with mourning for three separate deaths after all, even if two of them were false alarms." She said looking at a pink-haired girl tinkering with one of Izuku's LED masks.

Kyoka following her line of sight had her eyes land on the same person sporting a pixie cut and wearing a face of frustration. "What do you think Miku? You lived with Izuku for months in America. Even though you went back to the support course you are still a member of the Midoriya protection squad, like the rest of us."

"I never agreed to that." A spiky redhead chimed in.

Kyoka stared daggers at the boy, getting him to cower under her gaze for a bit. "Shut it Eiji." turning her head to 'Miku' she extended her inquiry. "Yaomomo says that Izuku and his mother are a lot alike, what do you think we should do?"

The girl that Kyoka called Miku stopped what she was doing, seemingly angry at that. Her eyes landed on the head of the meeting. "Don't call me that! The name is Mei, I am not some pre-quirk idol android." She went back to her tinkering but still offered her answer. "I don't know at that time I was too preoccupied with my babies to notice much of what Izzy was doing." Mei froze for a minute remembering the promise they had made and went silent, eying Kyoka suspiciously. She said nothing else, choosing to focus on what she was doing.

'Izzy?' She thought to herself for a moment deciding to let it go, for now, she could ask Momo about Izuku's time in America later on. Momo in her eyes was bound to know something. "Are you sure? You two looked comfortable together when we saw you two together on that motorcycle when we found you. Come on, you have to know something?'

Frustrated, Mei put down Izuku's mask, then ran her hand through her hair while sighing. "If it's a burden to visit, make it the opposite when you do." Mei said, looking up at the ceiling.

Kyoka's mouth morphed into a large smile. "I think that I have an idea."

(…)

Inko Yagi was just getting home from picking up hers and the late Toshinori's adoptive daughter Eri from school, stopping at a local farmer's market for some groceries. She had quickly found out how her patience had increased over the last three years. Though she hated it she understood why the need for the bodyguards that followed her around was important, Inko did not care for the attention that having them around. 'The price for loving Toshi I guess, at least they leave when I'm at home.' she thought to herself her hand firmly wrapped a smiling Eri's opening the door with her free one. She took off her shoes at the entrance of their modest two-story home, as Eri did the same. A tired smile came across her face as the child organized their shoes in the shoe rack by the door. The little girl then grabbed the shopping bags, turning to move further into the house before stopping in front of Kneeling Inko who was now face to face with Eri. "I can do that, you know." She bopped Eri on the nose. "I am glad you want to help. But you just got home, you should relax for a bit and let mommy take care of this. It's kind of my job after all."

Eri seemed to think it over before shaking her head with a deep frown tightening her hold on the bags. "No…" Her answer was short and firm.

Inko looked at the girl that seemed to be on the verge of a breakdown. "Listen Eri, I know you didn't know Toshi as long as Izuku and I have, but he was your father too. It's okay you are still a kid, you don't have to hold back, you can let it all out if you want to. Neither of us would blame you." Ever since Toshinori died Eri never cried, never got angry, put on fake smiles, and tried to stay on her best behavior for the last month or so.

As if the whole situation caught up with her Eri dropped the bags in her hands looking down in the process. "Mama…" Inko rushed to embrace the small girl when Eri called for her. The dam that held firm since Toshinori's death finally broke, and a torrent of tears fell as she buried her chest into Inko's chest.

"There, there…" She spoke softly to the girl in her arms. "Let it all out Eri, you don't need to worry about us. If you have something to tell Izuku or me then go right ahead." The two of them stayed like that for minutes on end until Eri calmed down.

Inko was about to leave the entrance with Eri still in her arms when the doorbell rang. She turned to the door in mild confusion, running through her head to see who could be using it. Putting the eight-year-old down she moved to the door and opened it, pretty sure that whoever it was is someone she knew. The sight she was greeted with however was comical at best and plain strange at worst.

Inko was greeted with the sight of three teenage girls in maid costumes. A redhead who looked around nervously, a purple-haired teen that seemed to be in the best mood of the three, and her son's girlfriend who looked like would rather be somewhere else right now. "Hello ma'am, Kyoka's maid service here and ready to serve." The purple-haired girl spoke happily with a salute.

Her bout of confusion was then put on hold as her daughter chirped with joy. "Momo-nee-chan!" The little girl ran from behind her, nearly tackling the teen to the ground. She wrapped her arms around the larger girl's waist giggling.

Momo petted the smaller girl with a smile on her face, As they separated the older one kneeled and spoke. "Long time no see Eri, me and my friends came to visit cause we heard that your brother was sick." She paused looking Eri in the eye. "And of course, I came to visit because I have missed you both." Eri responded by giving Momo another hug.

Inko's gaze softened when she saw the two embrace. "I hope you haven't any trouble, I know you have started to take over your parents' business in your free time as of late." She paused. "If there's anything I can help with let me know."

"No, that's fine, Inko-san. Yu-san has been helping me adjust, and you have already done way too much for me as is. I can't impose on you more than that. You have opened your home to me plenty of times in the past." Momo answered, not liking the expression that read the disappointment on the mother's face.

"If you say so… " Inko said, not before turning to the other two. "What brings you all here?"