The couple weeks were completely dedicated to training for the Sports Festival for a majority of the students. Unfortunately, Bakugo had been declared too injured to participate in the event, in spite of his incredible recovery. Midoriya was glad that he was finally awake. He was also happy that Uraraka was feeling better too. Ever since the class had heard the news about Kacchan, she seemed like her usual self again. But he couldn't help noticing his classmate's feelings towards his childhood friend. As bizarre as it was, Uraraka really liked Kacchan. He guessed it made sense. As powerful as he was, he was still terrible socially.
He still felt like a Deku. Useless.
He couldn't save anyone during the USJ attack, a memory that still plagued them to this day. Everyone fought their hardest except him, held back by a teacher's command and one of his fellow students. These were the days that he would learn everything he could about Plot Armor. As he sat at his desk, thinking about all of this, he pulled out a notebook and wrote PLOT ARMOR ABILITIES in big, black letters. Instead of training, he would finally push his Quirk to the limits in this last week. Plot Armor was a mutation Quirk, so he couldn't ask anyone in his family for tips, but the least he could do is test it repeatedly.
"The six steps of the scientific method—" Midoriya muttered to himself, "First ask a Question. What are Plot Armor's limits?" He pushed the new analysis notebook into his backpack and tossed onto his back after putting on a green UA hoodie. He stepped out of his room and saw his mother frantically cleaning. His eyes widened slightly. "Are you okay, Mom?"
"OH, IZUKU, I WAS JUST CLEANING UP A BIT FOR–"
Midoriya smiled, thinking about how he and his mother were so alike. "Mom, slow down!" He laughed, "You're talking way too fast! You're cleaning up for what?"
"Well, Izuku…" Her voice trailed off. "Ever since your father left, when you were really young… I've been feeling lonely and—uh—I've been seeing someone."
A flurry of emotions ran through Midoriya's mind, but he couldn't quite explain how he felt at all. "Wow," He said as he finally found the words to speak, "I'm glad that you're confident about it, Mom." An awkward smile came upon his face. "Is he a nice guy?"
Inko blinked hard, which Midoriya assumed that she had expected a more expressive reaction. "Well, he is a pro hero—"
"WHAT?" Izuku's eyes turned bright and wide like he was as a child. "You're dating a pro hero?!" He leaned towards her. "What's his name?!"
"N-Now, Izuku–" Her face turned bright red, "-We can't talk about my love life all day! You'll have to meet him at the Sports Festival–He told me that his agency was scouting a student for an internship!" She gave him a hug. Midoriya squeezed back in the embrace. This was the thing he was fighting for as a hero. Not only to be the hero that would save everyone, but to keep his family safe.
"I'll work hard to win, Mom, I promise."
As he stepped out, the rain poured down onto the payment. He pulled his hood over his head and started walking towards Takoba Municipal Beach Park. Where he had trained and cleaned up the city. That would be the perfect place to test Plot Armor. Suddenly, his phone rang. Uraraka.
"Hey, Midori!" Her cheerful tone cut through the dreariness of Izuku's day. "Were you still thinking about getting coffee?"
CRAP. He had completely forgotten! He had a date! "Um–I know a small cafe on the East Side!" Was his face burning or was that just him? Geez, he had to get himself together if he wanted something serious with Uraraka. Not that he had really thought about that before now. "I'll send you the address soon–just have to get through this—" He looked up to see a bright and sunny day. "-Rain?" Immediately consumed the bizarre event, he unknowingly hung up and stared widely. Was this Plot Armor or just some sort of random thing? I mean, he couldn't be one hundred percent sure until–
CRASH! He looked over to see a car's front end completely destroyed and a Midoriya-sized dent. "OH GEEZ!" Another car suddenly careened towards him, slamming on the brakes from the abrupt accident caused by Izuku. Midoriya leaped into the air and collided with the wall, using his fist to burrow himself into it. This was insane. His body felt like it was on autopilot. How was he supposed to get to that cafe in time now?
"AGH!" A sharp pain shot through his back with a loud tearing sound with it. He looked back to see massive, white wings on his back, not unlike an angel in popular mythology. Plot Armor was affecting his biology more than he had realized. It was acting like its own AI, modifying himself to succeed. The limits of Plot Armor seemed limitless. He smiled–albeit with a bit of fear–as he pulled himself from the wall and began hovering in the air shakily.
"This is going to take some getting used to."
