As it was with any other Sunday, Izuku spent his free time sprawled across a sofa in the common room, with a notebook in one hand and a pencil in the other. It wasn't a riveting experience by any means, but at the very least it allowed him some brief respite in his drama-addled life.

Fate, on the other hand, seemed to abhor the notion of him resting, and decided to give him the middle finger in the form of Shoto Todoroki taking a seat on Izuku's extended legs.

The heterochromatic boy looked him dead in the eye, all the while remaining seated on his shins. "Midoriya."

"…Todoroki?" Izuku replied wearily, contemplating whether it'd be worth it to deal with Iida's scolding over quirk usage if it meant having the ability to punt the socially-stunted teen across the room.

"I want the truth about you and All Might."

The abrupt request had the unfortunate effect of making Izuku accidentally snap his pencil as he did his damnest to figure out where the hell that line of questioning emerged from.

Sure, Izuku was beginning to imitate more of the man's moves during battle trials, as well as training more regularly with him since his retirement and accidentally calling him Dad once during class—

Oh.

He felt like slapping both himself and his mentor for their lack of subtlety.

It wasn't the end of the world though - in spite of their screw up, he could always fall back on his most trusty solution: feign ignorance till the other person fucks off.

"…Eh?"

"I want the truth about you and All—"

"I heard you the first time!" Izuku cut him off, tossing his notebook on the desk in front of him. "But really, there's nothing going on between us." He attempted to reign in his awkwardness, but he couldn't stop his hand from instinctively scratching the back of his neck.

"I knew you'd deny everything." Todoroki sighed before reaching into his pocket. "In which case, you leave me no choice."

Izuku wondered if the alarmingly threatening gesture of reaching into his pocket would result in horrific consequences for him, but he swiftly dismissed the thought. As strange as his friend is, he'd never intentionally harm him.

He then realised that the friend in question was Todoroki, and in all his sporadic glory, he could whip out something as harmless as a feather and still find a way to accidentally maim him with it.

Choosing to throw caution to the wind, Izuku remained rooted in his spot, but charged up a trickle of Full Cowl in case of an emergency.

Only for Todoroki to bring out his phone.

"That was anticlimactic…" Izuku muttered.

"I want to make a bet." Todoroki blankly stated as he tapped away at his phone. "If I win, you'll tell me the truth about your connection to All Might."

Izuku's inner competitiveness preened at the chance of a contest.

"And on the off chance that I agree, what's in it for me?" He inquired, only for the boy to hand his phone out to him.

Izuku took the device and checked the screen only for his eyes to widen in shock. "Is that the First Edition, gold-tinted Endeavour figurine from his 'crimson scorcher' era?"

Todoroki nodded, eliciting a smirk from Izuku. "You've got yourself a contest."

Izuku handed the phone back and briefly wondered what it could be that they'd get up to. If it was a fight, Izuku wasn't too worried. For the Endeavour figurine he was willing to literally break a leg, so he wouldn't hesitate to fall back on a 100% attack in the instance Todoroki pressed him too hard.

"Wooing." Todoroki stated simply.

Izuku smile fell as he blinked in confusion. "…what?"

"You were muttering."

Fuck. It was a wonder how he didn't already let his secrets loose with that damn habit of his—

Wait, wooing? As a contest? With Todoroki?

He almost felt bad for the stoic teen - he wasn't well clued in to most social norms, and Izuku highly doubted he even knew what it meant to 'woo' someone.

An honourable man would give Todoroki the opportunity to pick a different contest, but when it came to hero merch, Izuku's honour stooped so low that he'd be willing to dropkick a baby.

"Is the category fine with you?"

Izuku grinned. "Bring it."

Shoto wasn't a very expressive person, but he was struggling to fight down the smile that threatened to form on his face.

He just played Midoriya like a fiddle.

Truth be told, he couldn't care less about getting his friend to admit his relation to All Might. He already knew they were father and son, and there were much more pressing things that he wanted Midoriya to confess.

Chief among them being his blatant infatuation with Uraraka, which the girl clearly mirrored.

Seeing the two get on like a house on fire only to devolve into flustered messes whenever Ashido teased them caused him genuine pain. He read dozens - no, hundreds of Shoujo manga and not once had he come across a situation as heart-wrenching as this, and he was certain he'd be unable to sleep soundly at night until he successfully got them together.

Which led him to this situation.

He knew his friend well enough that he couldn't resist a good competition, especially with hero merch on the line, and Shoto was fully prepared to fork over the Endeavour merch in exchange for allowing the Midochako ship to sail.

…Or Dekuraraka. Or Izuocha.

Fuck - guess he'd be spending tonight brainstorming ship names as opposed to catching up on lost sleep.

Shoto tossed those thoughts to the back of his mind and cleared his throat. "You're aware of what wooing entails, correct?"

"Obviously." Midoriya snorted, appearing completely unthreatened by the contest. "So, what's the plan?"

"I'm going to pick a member of the class, and if you successfully manage to get them to ask you out by the end of tomorrow, I'll give you the figurine." Shoto proposed. "In the case that you fail, I get my information regarding you and All Might."

He caught something akin to indecision flash through Midoriya's eyes.

"Isn't it a bit…well, rude to mess with people's emotions?" Midoriya questioned, prompting Shoto to flash him the image of the Endeavour figurine once more.

He watched the teen's eyes harden with resolve and bit back a smirk.

Just according to Keikaku.

"Who've you got in mind?" Midoriya asked.

"Uraraka."

Shoto saw his friend's eyes widen in panic and realised he had to step up his game a little.

"I'll have the figurine signed."

"You're on." Midoriya held a hand out without hesitation, which Shoto clasped in a firm grip.

"May the best man win."

"Besides, if Uraraka rejects my advances I can always say it was for a bet…" Midoriya mumbled imperceptibly, but Shoto was too focused on getting his plans for the other party straight in his head to pick up on the slip.

After all, love was a two way street, and the chances of Midoriya and Uraraka getting together would increase drastically if they were both pursuing one another.

Izuku stopped just before opening the door to homeroom and straightened out his shirt for the umpteenth time since leaving the dorms.

Today was incontestably the most important day of his life, and there wasn't a chance in hell he was going to miss out on the Endeavour figurine because he looked homeless—

"Deku!" An all too familiar voice called out from a few paces behind him.

Izuku's eyes widened a smidge before he schooled his features. He spent all night preparing for this moment - nothing short of a surprise heart attack could prevent him from succeeding.

"Hey, Uraraka." Izuku greeted as she made her way to his side.

"How's your morning been?" She asked, practically bouncing on her feet in her typical cheery manner.

There's his chance!

"It was a bit dull," he began before grinning and throwing her a wink, "but now that you're here, it's probably the best start to a day I've ever had."

Beneath the confident exterior, Izuku was doing his best to survey her reaction.

Unfortunately, when the subject in question was already giddy and smiley, it's generally difficult to gauge whether his pick-up line improved her mood at all.

"Thanks!" She responded, and Izuku could swear he caught a flash of something within her eye. "Also, is your Dad a baker by any chance?"

Now that was a peculiar question.

"He's more of a ghost if I'm being honest." He half-mumbled before clearing his throat. "But why're you asking?"

"Because," Izuku couldn't suppress the shocked yelp that escaped his throat when he felt Uraraka smack his ass, "these have gotta be the nicest buns I've ever seen." She finished with a wink of her own, and no amount of preparation could grant Izuku the ability to fight down the blush that worked it's way onto his face.

"…huh?" Izuku squeaked.

"Well, homeroom's about to begin." Uraraka announced as if nothing had happened. "Don't wanna get on Aizawa's bad side this early." She made her way into the classroom, leaving a catatonic Izuku in the hallway.

What in the fuck was that?

Izuku absentmindedly traced a hand across his ass as a form of confirmation that it actually happened before drifting off into his thoughts.

Prior to this moment, outside of the occasional hug, Uraraka wasn't as touchy a person as his other schoolmates, like Ashido or Hatsume, yet for some inexplicable reason she gained the courage to slap his ass.

And that wasn't even taking into account the outrageous pickup line she used on him. He could vaguely remember seeing the line during his research, but he tossed it to the back of his mind and focused more on the PG ones, such as the 'Tennessee' line, or possibly even an All Might themed line for added effect.

But now? The pickup lines were extremely low on his list of priorities. What he needed to figure out first was the reason Uraraka completely flipped her personality—

"Ahem."

Izuku flinched and looked over his shoulder to see Aizawa looming over him.

"Are you going to stand there fondling your behind forever, or are you planning on actually going to class?"

He promptly moved his hand back to his side and shamefully entered the room.

Izuku did his best to focus on the mind numbingly dull Art History lesson, but couldn't focus when he had Uraraka square on his mind.

After sitting through the first three periods with the topic weighing on him, it wasn't too hard to deduce what was going on:

Todoroki clearly set him up.

He should've been more suspicious when he interrupted him during his note taking - everyone in Class A steered clear of him on Sundays lest they wanted an earful about hero trivia, but Todoroki willingly approached him with an offer out of the blue. If he had to guess, he likely made Uraraka a similar offer, and she must've accepted.

Knowing him, he probably put a couple hundred thousand yen on the line, and Uraraka was notorious for being unable to resist quick cash.

"Midoriya"

So, as far as he was concerned, she was an opponent.

"Midoriya."

She probably had the exact same plan as him - woo the other party and get them to ask 'em out.

"Midoriya."

Well - that wouldn't be happening on his watch. He was going to sweep Uraraka off her feet so badly that she'd have no choice but to ask him out, securing him both a girlfriend and a signed Endeavour figure.

"Is that a signed All Might poster?"

Izuku immediately perked up as he scanned the room.

To his surprise, not only was there no poster - there were also none of his classmates.

Facing forward, he found himself staring at Midnight, who was currently seated atop the table in front of him.

"You know, usually I have a hard time keeping you boys' eyes off me." She mused with a smirk. "And it's not often you don't pay attention during a lesson."

Fuck. Caught red-handed.

"I'm really sorry Miss Midnight." Izuku apologised.

"Oh please, there's no need." She waved him off. "If I had a nickel for every time I spaced out back in school, I probably wouldn't be stuck in a teaching job to get my rent paid."

"Wait, you have trouble making rent?" Izuku asked in astonishment. "But you're the Midnight!"

"And you've clearly got no idea how much a sex dungeon costs to maintain." She huffed. "It isn't just the rent - it's the maintenance costs for the toys, and it's not like gigolos come cheap—"

"Nevermind!" Izuku spluttered out through his embarrassment. "Forget I asked."

"That's fine, I've got something else I wanted to talk about anyway." Midnight's grin returned in full force. "So, you've got no choice but to 'sweep Uraraka off her feet', eh?"

"…I was muttering, wasn't I?"

"Yup."

Izuku simply slammed his head on the desk.

"Hey, don't worry, I'm no snitch." Midnight assured. "And what kind of woman would I be if I ignored the bleeding heart of a hopeless romantic?"

"I'm not hopeless!" Izuku hurriedly rebuked.

"Oh yeah?" Midnight raised a challenging eyebrow. "What exactly is your plan for impressing Uraraka?"

"Pick up lines." Izuku replied as if it were obvious.

"Such as..?"

"Are you the sun, because you're the centre of my universe." Izuku stated with confidence, only for it to disappear upon hearing Midnight retch.

"Ugh, sorry about that. I think I just threw up a little."

"Ha ha, funny." Izuku rolled his eyes.

"I'm being serious, y'know?" Midnight brushed a stray hair out of her face. "You're not kindergarteners - if you want to impress her, you've got to have some pickup lines with real impact."

Izuku was about to dismiss her words as the simple ramblings of a loveless woman nearing middle age, but then he recalled his interaction with Uraraka, which practically screamed impact.

"Alright, I'll bite." Izuku acquiesced. "What do you have in mind?"

"First things first, I want payment for my services."

"That sounds extremely wrong coming from you."

"First of all!" Midnight ignored him as she raised a finger. "As soon as you get with Uraraka, I get to put you in front of some reporters, and you'll say that you were only able to prosper thanks to my advice." She explained. "I've been thinking of opening up a clinic for relationships, and a teenager speaking to my skill would do wonders for my current…less than stellar reputation."

"Fine." Izuku accepted. "Anything else?"

"Just a small favour for a loveless woman nearing middle age."

"…muttering?"

"Bingo." She flashed him finger guns, and Izuku would've slammed his head back on the desk if not for the fact that it actually hurt the first time. "And now you gotta pay the piper."

"What's it gonna take?"

"Well." She smirked. "I distinctly remember a rather hot single mother during the parent-teacher conference."

"Auntie Mitsuki's married." Izuku clarified. "Uncle was probably just busy with work."

Midnight tilted her head in confusion. "Mitswho? I was talking about your mother."

"…Come again?"

"Do you need your ears checked? I want your mother's number." She placed her foot up on the chair before placing her elbow down on her thigh, allowing her to prop her chin on her palm. "She seems nice as hell, and I don't think I've ever been as lost for words as when she offered me those delicious home baked cookies." She reminisced with a distant look.

When Izuku first heard the request, he was half tempted to jump out of the window, but upon hearing her rather…wholesome reasoning, he suddenly wasn't as put off at the thought of his teacher trying to hook up with his mother.

"Not to mention she's a total milf."

And there went his appetite.

"Whatever." Izuku groaned. "As long as your advice works, her number's all yours."

"Great!" Midnight pumped her fist through the air. "By the time I'm through with you, you're gonna be a walking roofie!"

"That's got to be the most distasteful comparison I've ever heard." Izuku replied in shock. "Can't you just call me a Casanova, or literally anything else?"

"I've said worse on national TV." Midnight snorted. "Since I'm not cancelled by now, I'm clearly invincible."

"I mean, what if I scared him off?" Ochako whined. "I knew I shouldn't have been so forward."

"C'mon, you're just overthinking things." Mina dismissed as she bit into a chip. "The guy can survive spars with Bakugo - I don't think a slap on the ass is gonna be the thing that kills him."

"Well of course you'd think that, since you're the one who gave me that horrible pick up line in the first place."

"Only because yours were dogshit." Mina countered. "I mean, what even is a Tennessee?"

"It's a state in the US." Ochako groaned. "And you wonder why you're failing geography."

"Hey! Low blow." Mina pouted.

"And speaking of low blows…"

Ochako's back straightened as she registered Deku appearing from thin air and taking a seat beside her.

"I don't suppose you'd be interested in giving me one later?"

It took a second for Ochako to decipher what he meant, but upon realisation she immediately choked on her spit.

"Choking already?" He smirked, and Ochako ignored the innuendo in favour of wondering when the hell he became so confident.

"Eeeeee—" Ochako squeaked, turning to Mina for a silent plea.

Only for her friend to be sat across from her with the widest cheshire grin and a phone aimed in their direction.

"Don't mind me, I'm just tryna enjoy the show."

Perfect - so she was completely alone in this endeavour.

Ochako closed her eyes and breathed out in an attempt to calm her blushing, before diverting her attention to what was truly important:

A rebuttal.

Mina might've been the brains behind her last attempt at wooing Izuku, but that wasn't to say she wasn't capable in her own right. After dedicating a good few hours the previous night to research, she was confident she could make a wall fall for her, so with any luck enamouring Deku would be just as easy.

All she needed was something to link him to. The only reason she had the Tennessee phrase lined up for him was because it sounded american, which was an easy way to appease his All Might addiction—

Wait, that was it - All Might! All she had to do was somehow work the hero into a sentence and he'd practically be on his knees for her, drawing her one step closer to both weekly mochi (courtesy of Todoroki) and a boyfriend in one go.

Any pickup line would do the trick - so long as she formed a coherent sentence while mentioning the man's name, nothing could go wrong!

"Ahem." Ochako cleared her throat in preparation. "Are you interested in roleplay?"

For the first time since he arrived, she saw his confident facade crack as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"I'm not opposed to it, I guess..?"

"In that case, I'll be a Nomu, and you can be All Might." Uraraka offered, not even bothering with discretion as she winked. "Feel like putting my shock absorption to the test?"

It wasn't until she heard Mina squeal and Deku practically burn up that she fully comprehended what she just said aloud.

"You've got guts girl!" Mina cheered, still filming the entire interaction. "I'm pretty sure mentioning the USJ is the equivalent of using a school shooting as a pickup line, but whatever floats your boat."

Ochako did her best to fight down her own rising blush, but Deku apparently had other ideas.

"Sorry, I decided I'm not too into role play." He responded. "So if you need a shoulder to cry on and a face to sit on, I'm right here."

"Oh my god I'm in heaven." Mina whispered in awe.

Ochako, instead of erupting red, chose to simply abandon all her shame and go full throttle.

Being conservative wasn't going to get her any closer to that mochi, after all.

"Honestly, I've been feeling a bit ill recently."

"Wait, really?" He responded, and Ochako could see genuine concern in his eyes.

Poor, naive little lamb.

"Mhm, I'm pretty worried it's tonsillitis." She responded while trying her best to keep her tone as grave as possible. "How about you save me the hospital bills and use that dick of yours to knock my tonsils loose?"

Ochako was glad to see she caught him completely off guard, judging by the splutter he coughed out and the way his eyes widened.

She also did her best to tune out Mina's proud screeching in the background.

"W-well, guess who's a time traveller?" He rolled up his blazer in demonstrating, unintentionally giving Ochako full view of his absurdly built forearms straining against his bunched-up sleeve. "And in 3 hours from now, you're completely naked in my bedroom."

By now, the pair had accidentally amassed a crowd of spectators in the lunch hall, but in the midst of their flirt-off they didn't pay them any mind.

"Well your forearms might be massive, but my tongue's much stronger than yours." She countered, abandoning all sense of decency as she rose to her feet and slammed her foot atop her chair challengingly. "And if ya think I'm lying, how about we wrestle with 'em to prove it?"

"I didn't even mention my forearms!" He protested.

"Well they're damn near talking to me with how huge they are!"

"Oh yeah?!" He rose to his feet to mirror her. "Well, how about I put these arms to good use? Your breasts look pretty heavy, do you need me to…hold…" He slowly trailed off as his eyes widened.

Unfortunately, Ochako was in competitive mode, so she interpreted it as weakness.

"What is it? Too scared to finish your line?" She cupped both breasts over her shirt with her palms. "Cause yeah - they're fuckin' heavy as hell, and if you're too pussy to milk 'em then how about ya get—"

"I didn't think my day could get any more troublesome after seeing Midoriya fondling his rear earlier, but lo and behold, here we are."

Ochako could recognise that sleep deprived voice from anywhere, and instantly froze in her tracks.

"Oh, smart move!" Mina chimed. "If you stay still, he won't be able to see you."

"Ashido, since I'm stuck hosting a detention for these two, would you like an invite so I can list the differences between a dinosaur and a human?" Aizawa drawled out.

"…no?" She replied wearily.

"Congratulations - I believe that's the first correct answer I've heard from you all month."

"Thanks sir!"

"And Uraraka?"

"…Sir?" She squeaked.

"Please remove your hands from your chest." He sighed.

Ochako shamefully complied.

Yelling 'breasts' in school at the top of his lungs school wasn't exactly his brightest idea, and he was somewhat glad it was Aizawa who caught him. As much of a ballbuster as the man appeared to be, he was too lazy to actually punish people, so his detention consisted solely of sitting in homeroom while the man slept at the front.

Hell, if it wasn't for the fact that the door creaked louder than a pensioner's spine he probably would've been able to walk out with Aizawa none the wiser.

Before today, Izuku was the 9th inheritor of One For All - All Might's chosen successor.

And now? He was the kid who landed his own ass in detention over an Endeavour figurine.

Where did it all go wrong?

Wait - he knew exactly where it went wrong: Todoroki.

He didn't know what he had to gain by getting either him or Uraraka to ask the other out, but his weird mind games ended up landing him in a situation where he couldn't look at his best friend without immediately blushing as he recalled their heated exchange in the lunch hall.

God, as embarrassing as it was, he was almost thankful Aizawa intervened. He was beginning to scrape the bottom of the barrel with the pickup lines, and the ones remaining definitely would've put him on a registry. How Midnight even remained a hero or a teacher while handing out advice like that was beyond him, and he chose not to pay it much thought for the sake of his own sanity.

"Umm…Deku?"

Izuku jolted at the sudden outburst during the silence.

"Uraraka?" He responded, turning in his seat to face her yet keeping his eyes trained on the wall behind her.

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry."

"…huh?"

"Well, you see, I was so caught up in Todoroki's bet that I got a bit lost in the moment." She chuckled nervously. "Honestly, the weekly mochi sounded too good to pass up on."

Izuku blinked. "You did this all for mochi?"

Uraraka nodded.

"So instead of asking the rich kid for a couple million yen, you chose mochi instead?"

The two sat in silence for a couple more seconds until Uraraka began slamming her head against the desk.

Repeatedly.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid." She ceased her thudding. "I can't believe I missed that chance!"

"Well, at least you've got your priorities straight." Izuku chuckled lightly. "I was afraid you'd think the weekly mochi is worth more than the millions of yen."

"Of course it isn't - do you know how much mochi I could buy with that kinda money?" She groaned.

Well - Izuku supposed her priorities were still somewhat straight.

Then, suddenly, an idea sprang to mind.

"Hey, Uraraka?"

"Hm?"

"Feel like getting a little payback on Todoroki, and mochi in the process?"

The toothy grin was all the response he needed.

Upon receiving the message from him, Shoto immediately made a beeline for Midoriya's dorm.

Apparently the boy had something to tell him, and with any luck it had something to do with one of them asking out the other.

Upon knocking on his door, it was swung open a second later to reveal both Midoriya and Uraraka.

With both of them wearing Endeavour T-shirts.

And, more importantly, holding hands.

Shoto immediately blushed. "I can come back later if you're busy."

"Nope - not busy at all!" Uraraka chimed. "I just wanted to say that I asked Deku out."

Oh.

Shoto did his best not to express too much joy, so instead opted for silently muttering "all according to Keikaku."

"What was that?"

"Nothing." Shoto dismissed. "So, I suppose I owe you that figurine, Midoriya?"

"Mhm." He nodded. "But I'm afraid I'll need a little more proof of authenticity."

"Meaning..?"

"We wanna be here when you get Endeavour to sign it." Uraraka explained.

"And we want you to message him to sign it now." Midoriya added on.

"Wait, as in now now?" Shoto asked in shock. "He's the number 1 hero, you know. It's not like he can appear at my beck and call."

"Really?" Midoriya mused. "Well you could always shoot him a text, and if he's too busy to arrive then I'll understand."

Shoto supposed he could settle for that, and fished his phone out of his pocket.

[Shoto]: If you're completely free, come to my dorm. Otherwise, continue with what you were doing.

As he awaited his response, Shoto decided to ask a question that had been on the forefront of his mind.

"Midroiya, how did you get her to ask you out first?" He inquired.

"Oh, that's easy." Midoriya chuckled. "Since all you offered her was weekly mochi, all I had to do was offer to grab her mochi whenever we go out on Sundays."

"How impressive." Shoto complimented. "I honestly expected you to cave first, but all's well that ends well."

"Not for all of us." Uraraka smiled innocently, which was a stark contrast to the rather threatening phrase she uttered.

[Ozai]: On my way son! I'll be there in 5!

[Shoto]: Five what? Minutes? Hours?

[Ozai]: 4

[Ozai]: 3

[Ozai]: 2

[Ozai]: 1

In spite of the countdown he received, it wasn't any less shocking when Endeavour burst in through the ceiling and dropped down beside his son in the hallway.

"I'll pay for that." Endeavour clarified.

"Well since you're here now, would you mind signing this figurine?" Shoto offered it towards the man along with a pen, and he complied with a quick signature.

"Anyone I should sign it to?"

"Izuku Midoriya, sir."

Endeavour looked up from the toy towards Midoriya as if he only just noticed they were there.

"Oh - I remember you, boy. You're one of my Shoto's friends - the All Might fan."

"I'm afraid that's where you're wrong, sir." Midoriya smirked. "As you can see from my shirt, I've come to my senses and realised that you're a much better hero than him!"

Shoto briefly wondered if he was dreaming, but realised even the realm of slumber had its limits.

"I beg your pardon?" Shoto asked. "What happened to 'Fuck Endeavour - All my homies hate endeavour'?"

"Well this homie doesn't!" Uraraka interjected before holding a hand out. "Ochako Uraraka, sir. I've got to say that I always thought you were a far more superior hero to All Might."

Shoto didn't have a clue what was going on here, but what he did know was that he didn't like it one bit.

"Well, it's nice to meet you lass." Endeavour greeted with a grin while shaking her hand. "And it's always a pleasure to meet those who can recognise real skill."

Ah. He was beginning to get a picture of exactly what was taking place here.

"What wonderful friends you have, Shoto!" He chuckled.

"Yes." He replied through grit teeth. "The best."

"Say, would you both be interested in coming over for dinner tomorrow evening?" Endeavour offered. "I'd love to hear more about how much of a better number 1 hero I am."

"It'd be our pleasure." Izuku accepted. "I'll see you tomorrow, sir."

Endeavour nodded to them before turning to Shoto with the widest grin imaginable and fleeing the scene a second later.

"…Why?" He half-whispered.

"Well, you see, I mentioned to Ochako that your sister makes some excellent mochi."

"And Deku knew that you'd hate nothing more than seeing your father happy." She added.

"So we decided to kill two birds with one stone - get invited to your weekly family dinners for the mochi while stroking your father's ego."

Shoto simply stared at the pair of them.

"You're both pure evil." He stated. "Truly a match made in hell."

"Well in that case Satan, thanks for playing Cupid!" Midoriya grinned. "See you at family dinner!"

Hope you enjoyed!