Omake: Happily Ever After
By MrBallin
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Wano Country, New World
The ground rumbled as a tree came crashing downwards. Birds and other small animals hastily scurried away, knowing exactly what was going on.
Two beings blurred around the small forest, moving fast enough that there wasn't even a dust trail behind them.
Then, the air swirled around the figures as they both clashed. Small cackles of lightning radiated from the epicenter of their blows, but neither of them would let up.
They're forced to jump back, assess the others' current condition, and allow the dust collected within the area to disperse.
With the murk cleared, the figures were fully visible.
On the right was a little girl around the age of 9. She possessed long green hair with small pigments fading into aqua green and then blue the further down it goes. The child is accompanied by a pair of horns bending upwards at the top of her head and is sporting a grayish kimono with parts of it being darker than others.
On the opposite end was a boy around the same age. He had short white hair and it progressively became the same as the girls at its ends, though it's slightly more dominant. His attire was basic black shorts and a shirt that included 'I AM HERE!' as its cover.
"Do you really think I'm going to lose, Toshi?" The girl smirked, readjusting her black gloves.
"You cheap-shotted me last time, Eri!" He growled back, gripping his Kanabo even tighter.
There's a moment of silence as their eyes lock, letting the tension fester to a boiling point. Stillness reverberated as it's done several times earlier, though the outcome was identical.
They charged.
"Thunder Smash!"
"Detroit Bagua!"
Within seconds, they're upon each other, and about to strike at the opposing individual's weak spots.
However, they were quickly bonked on the head, losing all their momentum in exchange for a minor headache.
"Are you two fighting again?"
The two froze, instantly recognizing the assailant.
Turning to meet the voice, they weren't surprised to see who it was.
She has long white hair that is bound between orange rods into a ponytail at the back, and just like the other two, it fades into aqua green and then becomes bluer the further down it goes. The woman had wide orange eyes with prominent eyelashes, wears gold hoop earrings on both ears, and horns on the top of her head which is mainly red, but gradually becomes more flesh-colored around the base.
Her name?
Midoriya Yamato.
"Your father doesn't like it when you fight without him watching," The Oni crossed her arms.
Toshi dusted himself off and stood up with a frown.
"He doesn't let us do anything by ourselves..."
His papa was away around this time of year because of the Reverie, so he knew the old man had his reasons.
Yamato sighed and dropped to one knee.
"He just doesn't want either of you to get hurt because of your quirks," She gently reminded them.
"But what about you, mama?" Eri asked, tilting her head to the side. "Can't you help us?"
"He knows a lot more of those things than me."
Considering her husband was from a world where 'Quirks' were a common thing, it's best he handles that.
"I guess that makes sense," Toshi conceded, which he got his hair ruffled for.
Izuku was a busy man since the World Government's demise. Momonosuke had asked the man if he'd help him politically as being the Shogun of Wano is a tough job, all things considered.
Not only that, but he's working with the Marines to fix the problems which the previous generation dumped onto them.
She's glad that even after everything, he's still a hero.
"Speaking of busy..." Yamato smiled brightly as Observation Haki caused her to look skywards. "...Looks like someone's home."
Flying down from above was a tall man standing around 205 centimeters. His short green hair swirled about as he descended and the cape billowed behind him. The man's burly physique hugged his costume, showing his muscular shape in all its glory.
"Papa!" The kids shouted, running to their father as fast as they could, and he embraced them.
"Sorry I'm a bit late," He apologized, revealing a bag with multiple containers inside.
"Is that food?" Yamato questioned, but the others were quick to act.
"Food?!" Eri chirped as she moved closer to inspect his hands.
"Yup! Sanji was kind enough to make us some, and you know he's one of the best cooks around!"
An understatement really. In reality, he wouldn't be surprised if the curly-browed man was the greatest ever considering the sheer quality of his meals.
Not even top-of-the-dollar restaurants could compete!
"Anyways, head inside you two and get washed up," He stated, giving them the containers that held the food as they ran home. "And make sure to leave that on the kitchen counter!"
He knew exactly how insatiable their hunger they can get. Definitely got that from their mother's side.
With the kids out of the picture, Yamato wrapped both hands around her husband's neck.
"I missed you~"
"It's only been a week," He stated.
"A week too long," She replied, tightening her grip around him. "You'll have to pay me back."
The green-haired man grabbed Yamato's legs and hoisted her up for a piggyback ride.
"I'm sure I'll think of something."
"You better," The tall woman muttered, leaning her head against his shoulder.
Izuku simply chuckled as he took his wife home.
It was awfully nostalgic remembering the time he flew her around the world in this very position. Oh, how times have changed.
Soon enough, their large Japanese-styled home came into view.
Hopefully, the kids didn't devour everything.
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The darkened sky above only allowed the Flower Capital's lights to radiate even brighter.
Within a particular house, resided the Midoriya family. The fraternal twins were fast asleep, peacefully snoring in their respective rooms without care.
Izuku was sitting on a king-sized bed, quietly reading through his biography - some things were omitted and slightly altered, of course. Considering he's from a different world entirely, it just made sense.
The journal was written and distributed throughout the world, as Yamato intended, though they kept the original.
Although he's read through the book on multiple occasions, it's still funny to read through his adventures with his wife in third-person. From their escaping Onigashima to defeating Kaido and beyond, it never became old going through each chapter.
He certainly had one hell of a resume.
Just then, Yamato had tip-toed her way into the room.
"What happened?"
"I was just making sure they were sleeping," She answered, gently closing the door behind her.
"That's good to know," Izuku smiled in response.
It made sense.
Those two loved sneaking around the house and eating anything in the kitchen. Whether it be leftovers from the day before or devouring snacks in cabinets. It got to the point where they had to lock some cupboards for them to stop.
He remembered catching the pair red-handed, but the funniest part was they acted as if their sleepwalking.
"That was quite funny," Nana laughed as the other vestiges agreed.
If anything, it just baffled him.
However, he wasn't able to do anything afterward as Yamato came barrelling into the sheets.
"You're reading my book!"
"Yup! It never gets old," It's the truth and he doubts that'll ever change. "You did a good job making it."
She beamed and leaned into him to get a better look.
"Y-you think so?"
"Haven't I said that before?" The green-haired man raised an eyebrow.
Yamato paused for a moment, then blushed in embarrassment.
"As always, she's far too easy to amuse," The first user noted.
The freckled hero only chuckled.
"It's fine, I'll say it a hundred times over if you'd like."
If it makes her smile, then anything would be worth the time.
"Ughh...now I know you're just trying to rile me up!" She huffed, though obviously still flustered.
"Maybe," He cheekily replied, which Yamato gave him an elbow for.
"Oh how the tables have turned," Daigoro laughed.
They continued to talk through the late evening, whether it be about the book or the Reverie that took place.
It's clear that they missed each other, even if it was only for a short while.
Izuku looked to his side, reaching out to grabbing one of their many family photos.
It was his children a few days after they were born with Yamato and himself carrying them.
"Oh! I remember that!" She scooted closer to get a closer look, "You were so crazy then, DAHAHA!"
He groaned. Now he's embarrased.
When Izuku learned of Yamato's pregnancy, he was like a headless chicken, running around and making sure every single thing his wife did is under his careful watch.
Whether it's cooking, cleaning, or anything that could be seen as strenuous, he wouldn't allow her to raise a finger.
It only made things worse when Chopper told him to expect twins.
"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up." He sighed, but returned his attention back to the picture. "You know...I miss holding them like that."
Yamato paused her giggling noting his reflective gaze.
"Really?"
He nodded, smiling at portrait.
"There so adorable back then," They still are, but babies had a unique experience to them. "I wish we had more time to hold them more often."
He really enjoyed seeing their tiny bodies squirming about, latching onto anything they fancied.
It was adorable.
"Then let's change that."
Izuku blinked twice and fully turned towards Yamato, dumbfounded.
"What?"
The tall woman eyed him exquisitely and licked her lips.
"You heard me~~"
She quickly shifted her body so she's on top of him, letting the man sink into the bed.
The Oni didn't waste any time slowly moving both hands aimlessly around his defined bare chest.
"How about we change that~~?"
Yamato was like a predator that pounced on it's prey.
At that point, Izuku knew...he wasn't getting any rest tonight.