Izuku stared in awe at the results of the test. They were so completely wrong that it was frankly inspiring to know that no matter how much he fucked up in an exam, he wouldn't be able to actively achieve such a low result.

"So, how is it?" Himiko asked with a grin from her side of the small table Izuku had brought in his room to allow them all to seat comfortably. Izuku looked up at her, then back at the papers. Her highest score was a thirty-two. Out of one hundred. And she had written her name wrong, so the test would most likely be trashed either way. How did you misspell Himiko Shigaraki like that anyway?

"Uhm… There is definitely… a unique style." He commented, reading some of the answers to the biology test. Honestly, Himiko had a very good knowledge about the human body, particularly the blood system. It was the only part of the test where she got full marks. She had even added her own comments.

On the other hand, math was a disaster, English and Japanese were barely better, and any other science argument had been reduced to silence. Really, Himiko needed some help if she wanted to get into UA.

He turned to Mustard, deciding to break the good news first, "Yours are good." He said, pointing to the seventy-five, "With a score like this you have a good chance to pass, provided you can make it through the practical."

"Oh, joy…" Mustard muttered, studying the paper, and Izuku turned to Himiko.

"Uhm, I think we should start with math, alright? It's my best subject and your… least… good."

"Your gymnastic to not say she sucks is admirable man." Masutaro commented. Before he could respond in any way, Himiko beat him to it by flipping him the bird.

"You are just jealous." She hissed.

"Of someone that can't solve a simple equation or calculate the area of a circle? No, I'm not." He replied, standing up, "Well, since you need to help her more, I'll use the time for a bathroom break. Thank you very much."

"Wait. Wouldn't that leave us alone?" Izuku asked.

"Yep." He said, popping the 'p', "I'll be back soon."

And saying that his only anchor of hope walked right out of the door.

-x-

'Don't leave me alone with him!' Toga felt like shouting, only holding back because 'him' was right next to her, looking as awkward as she felt.

She had no idea of what to do! She had fallen in love a lot of times, but usually she could just go for the 'become them, kill them' approach. That was the kind of romance she reveled in! But of course she couldn't now! 'What do girls on a study date even do?'

She thought back at her school years. One of her classmates had a boyfriend, right? Himiko couldn't remember her name's or the boy's name, but she remembered they had a study date. She had said how they had started studying and then proceeded to kiss. A lot. With some tongue action.

'Is that what I am supposed to do?'

"Uhm, should we start?" Izuku asked, and Himiko yelped.

"Not the tongue!"

"Uhm… I was going to start with Math, really. I guess English and Japanese can wait." He replied, an eyebrow raised.

"Oh. Oh, right, the, uhm, the Math. Of course." She sighed, "Sorry, I've never been a stellar student."

"I can tell," He started, and Himiko winced, making him stammer, "B-but it's not a big deal. Everyone can learn with the proper method. We can start with the simpler stuff and work our way up from there, alright?"

"A-Alright." She replied, blushing a beat. Ugh, this was the worst! She had to go through Math like this? 'Maybe it was a bad idea after all. All this stuff about pretending to be someone's daughter, why am I doing this?' She caressed the knife hidden in her sleeve. She could have just stabbed him and ran away, right? That's who she was, her true self. She didn't really care if Japan fell into chaos, and frankly he was cute enough to qualify as a boyfriend. His blood that she had tasted was fairly good too. Maybe…

"Himiko?" Izuku asked, handing her a paper with a few exercises. We can start with those, alright? Try to solve them and if you feel stumped I'll help you through them." He said, smiling encouragingly.

She looked at his throat. A single, clean hit would have been enough. But then her eyes drifted to the smile no other boy had ever given her. Every other boy she had met either wanted to be her boyfriend or was scared of her. Izuku clearly wanted neither, and despite being forced in the former position wasn't trying to push her into doing girlfriend things like kissing. He couldn't have, of course, but there was no way he would know that, right? She looked like a normally frail teenage girl, even if she had killed more people than most.

She moved the hand away from the knife and toward the pen. Maybe she would wait a bit before going for his blood after all.

It was only an hour later, once they were done with the Math exercise, that Himiko realized Mustard had never come back and wondered where he had gone.

-x-

"Another muffin dear?" Inko asked, looking at Mustard's empty dish. The kid shook his head.

"No, thank you miss Midoriya, it was very nice of you but I should go back to the others now." He replied, standing up… only for the chair to move forward and force him to seat back down.

"Oh dear. Sorry, my hand must have slipped. Well, I'm going to cook lunch now. I think I will need someone to taste it, so would you be so kind to stay here and try my cooking for me?"

Mustard felt the nagging suspicion that Inko was keeping him there.

He couldn't say he minded all that much really, so he shrugged and nodded. "Sure."

The smile Izuku's mother sent him almost made him forgot that she had clearly coerced him into this.

He was starting to understand why All for One was so scared of this woman.

-x-

"Wow, you did a lot of progress in just two hours and a half!" Izuku exclaimed, nodding, "I think if you keep up like this you won't have a problem once the UA Exam time comes."

"Alright…" Himiko replied with an unsure smile. Izuku made a thumb up and an All Might-inspired smile. Somehow, it didn't seem to work. Damn, he needed to work more on them then.

"Good, now we should move to Japanese and English I suppose. Any preference? You didn't seem that stoked earlier."

"Oh, I guess we can go for Japanese?"

"Good choice!" Izuku nodded, before taking out a book, "Uhm, I wonder where Masutaro went…"

"I'm sure he is fine..." She said, though really she was fuming. So much for support...

"You are probably right." Izuku sighed, "I'm just wondering what he would be doing. It's not like there is anything else that could keep him busy for so long." He shook his head, "Well, nevermind. Let's go for…" He winced a moment after opening his Japanese textbook. "Ouch. Papercut."

He watched his thumb as red started to spill out of a small cut, and moved to grab a tissue, when he noticed Himiko had leaned forward, the table creaking as she pressed both hands on it to keep herself up. "A-Are you ok?" She asked, stammering, her eyes focused on his thumb.

"O-Oh yes, it's just a papercut. He replied.

"That's… too bad…" She said, panting a bit, and Izuku wondered if she was scared of blood, so he put his other hand on the table to lift himself up.

Unfortunately, he hadn't considered that the old table had been put in storage for a reason, as the leg to his left cracked under his and Himiko's combined weight. With a yelp, they both fell forward as their support disappeared.

In other stories, this would be the part where the two fated lovers kiss accidentally for the first time.

Alas, this fic is often disappointing.

Their forehead met each other in the midway point, the impact accompanied by a sound like stones bashing together. They both fell to the ground on top of each other, and there was unfortunately nothing romantic about them both holding their hands to their forehead with tears of pain in their eyes.

"Aargh…" Himiko wimpered, "That hurts…"

"Yeah, it really did…" Izuku replied, wiping away the tears.

Alright, so maybe it's not entirely true that there was nothing romantic about it. Izuku realized that as he looked up. By falling on top of each other, he was right under Himiko, her face just a few inches away from him. He blushed and the next moment she looked down, pain entirely forgotten as her face also turned bright red.

They stared at each other, tears in their eyes from the pain, a small red bump already forming on both heads, unable to break eye contact.

Because they were both dying of embarrassment.

'Oh god. Am I supposed to do something?' Izuku thought, at a far faster pace than he expected. 'What do I do? Do I say sorry? She is looking at me! Does she expect something? Wait, I'm supposed to be her boyfriend. What is a boyfriend supposed to do?'

'Oh god. What do I do now?' Himiko thought, the smell of blood filling her nostrils as she realized his hand had splatter some blood on his face when he had grabbed his forehead and wiped his tears. It was almost nothing, it was from a papercut after all, but she had a natural inclination to smell even the smallest hints of blood, so it was like he was covered in it. 'Don't lick it Himiko, you are a strong woman.' She looked at him, and her heart started to bump as she remembered what her middle school friend had said. 'We kissed.' Her voice repeated in her mind, and she felt herself blush, 'Is that what a normal girl should want? I just want all the blood…' She whimpered, holding on the edge of her sanity, barely restraining herself from going for the knife, panting, her tongue passing over her lips at the thought of tasting blood.

'Oh god she is panting! Is she going to cry? Is she angry? Is she…' A memory rushed back into Izuku's mind, a sappy romance her mother was watching at some point with him sitting next to her to keep each other company. The two main characters had both fallen on each other like this. And then they… He saw her tongue move on her lips, 'Is she expecting a kiss?! I-I'm not ready! I'm not even sure if I like her yet!'

'Somebody…'

'Somebody…'

'HELP!'

The door slammed open.

"Hey Izuku, your mom says lunch is ready. She also said to knock, but is not like you two are…" Masutaro froze, staring at them, red faced and slumped on top of each other, panting, and suddenly he, too, turned bright red. "Please tell me I didn't cockblock you." He whimpered.

That definitely broke the moment, as they both jumped up and toward opposite directions of the room. "Uhm, I n-need to go… find a tissue, yeah." Izuku said, running toward the kitchen.

"A-And I need to go to the b-bathroom." Himiko said, rushing the other way toward the room.

Masutaro watched them run away and scratched the back of his head. "Meh, it's probably nothing," he decided, looking at the table and shaking his head. What were they doing that would…

Oh.

Oh.

"Oh god I really am a cockblocker."

He grabbed his head as the mental image of Himiko and Izuku kissing, tossing and turning on that table so much it broke, rushed into his mind, and checked his nose, to make sure he wasn't bleeding.

He wasn't.

Oh good, he wasn't a full pervert, good to know.

"Uhm, Mustard?" Himiko's voice startled him and he turned toward the bathroom, watching her peek from it, "Thanks, you saved me and Izuku just now."

"Uh?" He asked, but the door closed again.

"Uhm, Masutaro?" Izuku's voice said from the kitchen, "I… Thank you. I was in a really embarrassing state."

"Uh?"

Izuku slipped away, and Mustard could only stand dumbfounded in the middle of the corridor.

"What?!"

The lunch was an awkward mess where neither of them could look at each other. Izuku knew it was stupid – it had just been an accident, after all, and it wasn't like anything had happened – but he couldn't bear to look toward Himiko. He couldn't bear to look toward his mother either, because she was looking at them like she thought something had happened between them, something very romantic since she had the same expression she showed while watching her favorite soap operas.

He then decided to turn toward the only other man in the room. "So, Masutaro, where did you go anyway?"

"Oh, I was helping your mom in the kitchen. She needed me to taste her cooking, then to prepare the table, then to clean a bit… She really needed the help."

"Uh-uh." He said, turning to his mom, who winked at him. Of course. If there was something his mom never needed was help in the kitchen. Izuku knew because he always offered and she always refused, so she had really tried to force him alone with Himiko. "Thank you, but later you can probably help me and Himiko with Japanese and English, those seemed to be your best subjects."

"Sure."

His mom shook her head, but he just stubbornly focused on his food. 'Sorry mom, one parent trying to force me into this relationship is enough.' He thought, and the image of what had happened earlier rushed back into his mind. In hindsight, he was probably being stupid. He had barely ever talked to a girl before today – Oh wow, thinking about it, this was kind of an event, considering they had talked for over two hours, even if most of it was studying – so he had gotten a bit embarrassed.

She certainly wasn't expecting a kiss or anything, right?

He looked at Himiko, who looked away, and shook his head. Of course not.

-x-

Himiko felt really stupid and really worried. She had managed to calm herself down by washing her face with cold water and had stopped her blood cravings, thanks to Izuku's mom making some meat that was still gushing a good amount of the liquid, so she was now realizing just how risky that had been.

She could have seriously killed Izuku back then. The smell of blood had sent her on a frenzy and she was this close from grabbing her knife. She sighed. All for One's order were harder to follow than they should have been.

He looked at him. She couldn't say yet if she liked Izuku or not. Her kind of man was a bit roughed and bruised, and Izuku wasn't. His blood did smell good, and he looked a lot like her earliest crush, but… Well, he clearly wasn't that interested. Right? If he was, he would have tried to at least kiss her back then.

She supposed, at least. But it was just a guess based on what she had heard in school.

She really needed more time to figure this out.

-x-

The rest of the lunch passed in moderate silence, and before they knew it, the three of them had moved back to the room. His mom had moved out the table, Izuku noticed, and cleaned the floor too. It saved him the effort. 'It also proves she didn't need his help. Dammit mom.'

Japanese and English occupied their afternoon, him sitting on his chair and the other two on the bad with the book on their knees. Not that comfortable, and when they had to do the tests they had to take turns to use the desk, but they managed.

By the end of the day, Himiko had made a consistent improvement, though she was still below the minimum score to pass. Made sense of course, she couldn't go from her thirty-two up to acing it in a day. As for Masutaro, there was almost no change in his test, but that was normal too, he was already in a better situation academically, so improving was a slower endeavor.

At 6 PM, All for One walked back into the room. "Good evening, Izuku." He said, with a nod of his head, before turning toward Himiko and Mustard. "It is time to go children. Himiko, you are changing for your night out. Mustard, you have a free night. Me and Hisashi have agreed Himiko will be in his care for the night." He said, and Hisashi followed him in the door, smiling to his son as All for One turned to the wardrobe. "Kurogiri?"

The door of Izuku's wardrobe opened, and the dark mist bowed, "Sir."

"Wait, have you been in there all day?!" Izuku asked.

"That is correct, Izuku Midoriya." He replied with a courteous nod.

"Did you see…"

"Yes."

"Oh?" All for One turned to him, and Izuku shivered as what was left of his eye socket focused on him, "Did something happen?"

"N-Nothing bad, sir!"

"That so?" He looked to Himiko, that looked away, and then to Kurogiri, "I will be curious to hear your report."

"Of course, sir." The dark fog bowed again, then opened a portal. Izuku had to fight the urgency to ask him his Quirk's limitations, as one by one the group walked through the door. He waved back to Masutaro, and him and Himiko exchanged an awkward glance, before All for One finally stepped through the fog. A moment later, the dark being itself disappeared too.

Izuku and Hisashi stood next to each other, staring at the wardrobe.

"Well that went well, uh?" Hisashi asked.

Izuku punched him on the side.

-x-

"Well then, Himiko, you should go dress for tonight. Feel free to choose any dress, but nothing too elegant. Hisashi's wife is fond of less expensive places." All for One stated. Surprisingly Himiko obeyed immediately, rushing off. He had expected her to ask something in return. 'Good girl.' He thought. She was adapting well to the role of daughter, it seemed.

"Well, I will go then…" Mustard started, but All for One stopped him.

"Wait a moment. Kurogiri, report on the day?" Kurogiri gave a very detailed report. Very, very detailed. Including the part where Himiko and Izuku fell on top of each other, and the consequent part where Mustard entered the door. Once it was done, the man slowly turned toward Mustard, and he felt very small.

'Oh god, he is going to be angry because I stopped their moment. I'm dead. Or I'm Noumu, which is about the same. RIP Mustard, your villain career was short, weird and confusing.'

"Good job." The man said instead, and Mustard blinked.

"What?"

"Good job intervening there. You left them alone long enough to form the beginning of a relation, since closeness builds feelings, but you stopped them before they went too far for a first proper meeting. Then, by spending the afternoon with them, you normalized their situation. An excellent job."

"Uh, but aren't they supposed to get close fast?"

"Not that close that fast!" All for One frowned, "Those two need to pine for each other, and that's not happening if they get to business immediately."

"Oh. I see. You are a genius, sir."

"Indeed. Go rest now, tomorrow you have training with Izuku's master."

He nodded, "Can't be worse than Stain." He mumbled, leaving the room. All for One sighed, and turned to the door. "How was Tomura today, Dabi?"

"About the same as usual sir."

"A neet that spends his whole day playing video games?"

"Yes sir."

"Good, good. Did he say anything about his brief visit to Izuku's house?"

"Only something about the kid being a 'normie All Might fan'."

All for One winced. The young man being a fan of All Might was unfortunate, but not unexpected. For some reason, everyone in Japan went crazy for that so called Symbol of Peace. "Inform him that young Izuku is not to be called a normie."

"Yes sir." Dabi nodded turning around and walking back down the corridor. All for One sat down at the bar.

"Kurogiri, get me a drink. The usual. I need it after seeing her." He shivered.

Inko Midoriya was still a terrifying woman.

-x-

Inko sneezed as she watched her son dress up. He wasn't in a suit, they weren't going somewhere so high class, but still, a proper long sleeved shirt and good trousers were expected. "You look like your dad when he was young."

Izuku shivered, "Oh god…"

"It's a compliment. Why, I'm sure Himiko will be charmed." She added with a wink.

Izuku sighed and walked to the door. All for One was accompanying Himiko at the restaurant with his car this time, so they were going to meet there. He didn't know the place, since it was his mother that had picked it after a short phone call with someone else. His father had just obeyed and called for the table, and so now they were going.

An hour later, when everyone was finally ready, Kuroudo drove them all to a parking lot that gave access to Musutafu's commercial district, just a hundred meters or so from the restaurant. Looking around, Izuku saw a few patrolling Heroes. Death Arms and Mount Lady passed by at different points in time, and Izuku had to hold back from rushing to them and ask for autograph. Frankly, he was just tired from all the excitement of the day, and wanted to finish already.

Soon after, a black car screeched to a halt in front of them, and Himiko walked out. Izuku looked at her. She had opted for a black light jacket, a black and grey striped skirt, and black boots. It gave her a bit of a goth impression, though she didn't have the makeup of the style. He heard her bodyguard, a guy in full black with a patchwork of scars and piercings for a face he had already seen just the night before, grumble something about 'asking for suggestions and then not using the make-up he had suggested', and that gave him a chuckle, until All for One walked out too.

"Good evening, everyone. We will be gone in a moment, I just wanted to organize her retrieval."

"Of course." Hisashi nodded, "Back here in three hours?"

All for One nodded, and both he and Dabi walked back in the car, that then sped away like it was taking part in a race. He hadn't even said goodbye to Himiko, oddly.

Inko more than made up for it hugging the girl. "Oh Himiko, you look so cute!" She said, "Izuku, accompany her." She said, and then put her arm around Hisashi's, the two starting to walk.

Izuku and Himiko looked at each other. "So, uhm, about earlier…"

"Right. Nothing was happening, right?"

"Nothing at all." He smiled, and instinctively moved his arm towards her imitating his parents, before realizing what he was doing and blushing a bit. "Uhm, sorry, maybe you don't feel like…"

She crossed her arm with his, like his mom had done with his dad's. "I guess we should." she said, as they started to walk.

Izuku gulped. This was good, right?

Right?

-x-

Katsuki Bakugou was angry. He often was. Really, it was more of his default state. The doctor that had examined it once called it 'anger issues', but what the fuck did the bastard know? He was just strong of mind and body.

Anyway, his current cause of anger was his mother dragging him out to go eat at a restaurant. The hag always pulled shit like this, despite the fact this meant his study hours were cut short. He was supposed to study until eight PM, eat dinner, exercise, shower then go sleep by nine PM dammit! Did she think half-assing it was going to make him enter UA and become the number one?!

This perfectly reasonable anger was why he was fuming as the hag and that wet blanket of his father walked next to him to the restaurant. They had said something about a social meet-up. Great, more people to deal with.

The restaurant turned out to be large and well lighted, at least judging by outside. A lot of patrons too, so it was probably good, and the prices were affordable. At least the hag had made a good choice for that.

Then he noticed the Midoriyas. Inko, Deku's mother, was standing next to Hisashi. Deku's father was weird to see, since he was never around… 'Fuck that means Deku is here too.' He realized.

He pinched the bridge of his nose. Of fucking course his parents thought they were still friends. And of fucking course the useless idiot had done nothing to dissuade the idea. 'Oh, Kacchan is totally still my friend, he just told me to jump off the roof once.' He sighed. Alright, that had been a fucking asshole move from him. Izuku was useless, but the sort of useless that was supposed to stand to the side and watch the Pros take care of the job. Telling him to jump from the roof had been idiotic that day, and he was relieved to know the guy hadn't followed the advice.

What? He wasn't an asshole.

'Still, where the fuck is he?' He looked around, searching for the familiar broccoli hair, and then froze.

Deku.

A girl with black hair and grey eyes at his arm.

He was talking with her as they walked toward the group.

"What the fuck?" He whispered, and his mother and dad, that had been talking with the Midoriyas, followed his gaze. Both of his parents' eyes grew wide in surprise.

Then his mom grabbed Inko's shoulders. "You didn't tell me?!" She hissed.

"I wanted his girlfriend it to be a surprise…" The woman replied with a smile as she uttered the word 'girlfriend', a smile Bakugo could only read one way. He knew a smug smile, he had had his own for years.

"Ohmygosh tell me everything!" His mother asked, shaking her best friend. He ignored them after that, and instead focused on Deku, who had clearly seen him if his eyes growing like a deer's when caught in the headlights of a car were any indication.

A girlfriend? Bullshit, the guy was incapable of so much as talking with a girl.

No, something was fishy here, and Bakugo was going to figure out what it was.

(xx)

Look, a pomeranian.

I suppose this chapter is a bit less comedic than usual, uh? I hope it's still fun, but I guess sometimes the romance (or whatever this is, I'm not sure 'I won't stab him, I won't stab him, I won't. Oh hi Mustard.' counts as romance, but it's Himiko so who knows) has to take over the humor. Still, I hope this was enjoyable for everyone.

I also hope this answered the question someone asked on FF. Net on whether this was going pure comedy. No, this is crack taken seriously, so we are going to also go into the characters. Of course, the crack is still there.