Author: undefmidi

2018

Boku no Hero characters, original story, and everything belongs to Kohei Horikoshi, the author of said series. I only own the Plot.

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Chapter 16 – Bento

U.A's building was basked in a warm tone of yellow. The sun above coated every living creature near the gigantic campus. From marching ants to the small animals in the nearby forest, a friendly atmosphere permeated the school.

Trailing along the entrance of the prestigious school, following through the neatly pavemented roads that led the students to their daily routine, an oh-so-familiar blue hair bobbed along a soft humming.

"Hmm hmmm..." The soft voice cheerfully kept playing its melody while walking through the gray, yet lively corridors. Huge doors occasionally passed through her vision as she strode towards a set of stairs.

She held a white box, covered by a flower-pattern fabric. It swayed along with her particularly springy steps.

Sporadically skipping the stairs, she happily followed along the path to the end of the flight of stairs.

"Can't wait~!" She excitedly lifted the small container in her hands. "What will he think about this, hm?"

She kept striding until she reached a huge white door. For a split second, she hesitated—however, the door slid without protest. Her humming stopped as she entered the white room. A few beds surrounded by curtains filled her vision, countless bottles of medicine stood atop a white table in the corner of the room, an empty gray chair adjacent to it.

Turning her head, she saw a couple of closed curtains, signaling the occupancy of the beds. Not surprisingly, the huge majority of the beds were occupied.

"A lot of people were knocked out, huh? Mirio's overdone it again..." She whispered to herself while walking toward the first closed set of curtains.

Those curtains were thick enough to conceal whoever was inside, not allowing even a faint figure of anything. The only image she could see from the outer side was the pristine white of the fabric.

She took a peek from almost all of the curtains, finally reaching a certain bed in the corner of the room.

Softly clutching onto the curtains, she took a slight peek, only to see a boy peacefully sleeping. Gauzes on his cheeks, and hands wrapped in bandages, he squirmed. The P.E uniform he wore was full of scratches and rips.

Through a window outside, a sudden ray of light swept across the room, enveloping the boy's small face.

Without much more to wait, she stepped in quietly, carefully sitting in a chair beside the bed. Her eyes were drawn to the boy's appearance: His usually gentle-face full of scratches was the first thing that caught her eye.

"…" Silently watching, she placed the small box on a table near her. Her hands were drawn to his gauzed face, trailing along his cheeks, to the jawline, finally reaching his soft, though blood-stained mouth.

Yet she didn't dare to approach, only to watch his soft breaths.

Her hands trailed back to his hair. Feeling that unexpected softness on the tip of her fingers, she began ruffling it with careful tenderness.

Without paying attention to her surroundings, she continued pampering the unconscious boy. Her eyes danced across his body, satiating her curiosity to her heart's content. She had never been able to take a deep look at him, although being close ever-so-often, even sharing the neighboring seat to his desk.

However, that happiness was short-lived. The boy's eyes opened softly, not registering the room that surrounded him. Taking her hands off of him, she observed the boy sitting up somewhat dizzily.

"Where..." His low voice permeated the quiet room while he stretched.

"Shh..." An almost inaudible whisper reached his ears, capturing his attention.

"N-Nejire?!" He susurrated, wide-eyed.

"Mhm! Here to see how you're doing after, y'know, the assignment," she started fiddling her fingers together.

"Oh, e-erm…" He scratched the back of his head. "T-Thank you."

"No, no," she shook her head. "Thank you for bringing Todoroki out back then, even though, well, we didn't win," she hesitated a bit.

"I see…" Izuku nodded. "No problem, it happens a lot, and you were quite tired as well," he looked away with slightly rosy cheeks. "D-Doesn't your quirk work by transforming vitality into shockwaves?"

"H-Huh?" Izuku surprised Nejire with his comment. "Um…"

"W-Well, I like to take notes of..." His voice shrunk down with every word. "P-People I think are… Cool heroes, like you," Nejire could barely hear what he was saying at the end, but her wavy mouth and peachy cheeks were enough for Izuku to shut up and cover his face with a pillow.

"S-Sowwy B-Bejiwe" The pillow muffled his voice.

"N-No problem…" She started rubbing her own cheeks, trying to get rid of any evidence.

The atmosphere was cozy and warm, and the fact that they lost the assignment was suddenly not important anymore. That warm sun basked them in light once more, peacefully shining on the embarrassed duo.

"N-Nejire!" However, a familiar whisper reached both of their ears.

"Y-Yaoyowosu?" Izuku peeked from the pillow.

"What are you doing here?" She faked a friendly smile at Nejire.

"Just checking up on Midoriya~!" Nejire grabbed the box wrapped in a floral cloth. "I even made this for him."

"E-Eh?" Midoriya was still hiding behind the pillow, not understanding a single thing of the scene unfolding before him.

"A bento, huh?" Momo then left the curtains, only to return with a gigantic black box with golden patterns in hands. "I think he would prefer this much more. It was made by a 5-star chef, after all~!" She smiled, but her eyes didn't.

"Ehhhh?!" He squirmed the pillow on his face, trying not to be loud.

"No way he's going to eat that mountain!" She stood up while holding her bento. "Mine even has Katsudon!"

"K-Katchu—!" His muffling went to a halt.

"But I doubt Izuku has ever tasted a 5-star fillet mignon, right~?" She glanced softly at the hidden Izuku, only for a shade of rose to coat her cheeks. Izuku's shyness hit her chord.

"N-No..." He shook his head while placing the pillow down.

"T-Then—!"

"No, he'll eat my bento," Nejire vehemently glared at Momo.

"No, no, no, dear, he'll eat mine," Momo glared back with no hesitation.

Sparks flew across the room while Izuku paralyzed himself with fear. Why were they talking about giving him food? And why were they so eager to do so? His head couldn't wrap around those things.

"So, Midoriya," Both of them turned their heads in his direction. "Which one?" Their gaze was locked on the poor boy.

"H-Huh?" He squirmed, confused like he's never been before.

"Which one will you eat?!" They each presented their own bentos to him, closing in on the poor boy.

"U-Um…" His gaze swung from one side to the other, taking a quick glance at each bento. "—th ..."

"Hm?" His voice was barely audible.

"B-Both…" He began to desperately shake his hands. "I-I mean! I needed a big appetite in order to gain mass and train in order to become a hero, so I can eat both!" He didn't want to be seen as a glutton.

"Ah..."

"I see..."

Nejire and Momo exchanged looks.

This isn't over, you hear me?

Thank you for reading!

I'm really enjoying the path this fic is taking from now on. Expect more fluff—A lot of fluff.

Well, that's it, and remember—

Stay cold!