"Hey, I'm hungry, let's go grab something to eat, just keep me away from the dairy - I have a Mild addiction to cheddar cheese." Ms. Joke… Emi pulled on his arm for the seventh time that hour - it was by far the most a girl had touched him outside of a fight - and he had actually lost track of the number of jokes she had told.
But judging by how much his cheeks hurt it was safe to say way too many.
It was amazing how she managed to smile so much, but she had been known as the Smile Hero for a reason. He just thought it was her quirk. But it could be a thing where her quirk made her happy? It seemed probable, but-
"Hey," She pulled him again, giving him a great big smile, the bright jade of her pupil and verdant irises were filled with joy and mischief, like a forest filled with fairies. "You're doing that mumble thing again. You do that a lot. Is it your quirk or something? It's kind of cute."
Cute! A girl called him cute! A cute girl called him cute! What was he supposed to do? What was he supposed to say? Why wasn't be able to say anything? Or even respond! "I! It's not, I mean, I but, I strong?"
Emi laughed, a wonderful sound with no hint of embarrassment on her face. Her seafoam green hair seemed to float for a moment, before she looked away, resuming her march towards the food court. "Man, you're so fun to tease, I was joking."
About what? Was this why Aizawa-sensei never took her serious?
He wasn't able to voice that question before Emi started talking again. "Now come on I wasn't joking about being actually hungry! The foods free for students right? Especially since we're like supposed to live here right?"
"Oh!" He squeaked into a stammer. Almost a full year of talking to a bunch of girls on a daily basis, and a few months of literally living next to them and he was still nervous! It didn't help that she kept touching him. Not that it was bad. It was just, more than what he was used to, well everything was more than he was used to. "We have food vouchers, but you don't have yours so I can cover it."
"Awesome," more of her smile it wasn't like All Might's smile that told the world that it would be alright, it was far too mischievous for that. Like she was telling the world to buckle up, it's going to be a wild wide, still, it was wonderful in its own way. "It's a date."
He watched her mouth make that noise, but his brain was having problems understanding exactly what she was saying. The arm grabbing, the smiles, the eye contact, all added to the mystery. The words hit him one at a time, waiting to be added together in his mind. Then it hit him.
"A date?!" He said a lot louder than he wanted too. What was he supposed to say? He didn't even know Emi that well, on top of that there was a chance her age might be reversed. But that was the point of the date, to get to know the person right? But this was too sudden! What was he supposed to say? All that came out of his mouth was a garbled mixture of noises.
"Bwhahahaha!" Emi slapped her knee as she released his arm. "Oh man! I was right, you're going to be fun to tease." She gave a few quick chuckles and stood patting him in the back once. "Sorry about that Izuku, But you shouldn't take a lot of what I say seriously." She placed one hand in front of her mouth, begging at him with a bit of mirth. Then she winked. "No hard feelings right?"
"Hehe, yeah, sure." He really should have known. "But, uh, lay off of those kinds of jokes, I'm sure there's plenty of other ways for you to be funny."
"Of course!" She pressed her thumb into her chest, hand on her hip, shoulders back. "My hero name is going to be Ms. Joke after all!" Her stomach growled, and her posture went slack. "No, but really food please?"
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"Do you know why eggs don't tell jokes?" Emi giggled in her seat, fork twirling up a massive globe of spaghetti that dripped with the thick red tomato sauce. By some miracle, she had taken two such bites without a mark on her face. Her smile grew and she wiggled her eyebrows at him.
"Because they can't talk?" He half shrugged into his lame answer, poking at his own meal that was mostly chicken and other proteins.
"Bweheh!" Emi laughed, giving him a set of finger guns, allowing her fork to sit in the pile of pasta like a naked flagpole. She caught it before it fell. "Good! One! You got quick responses Izuku! I like that!"
She shoved the mass of pasta into her mouth eyes still filled with mirth. No doubt she was already thinking up her next joke.
"So, why don't eggs tell jokes?" He asked before taking a bite.
"Huh?" She tilted her head to the side like she had forgotten. Her smile twitched the slightest amount on the right side. "Oh right! Eggs don't tell jokes because they'd crack each other up!"
Something dropped in the kitchen, and he could see the pro hero Lunch Rush giving her a thumbs up.
He snorted, nearly joking on his food; eating with Emi around was hazardous. But why were all of her awful jokes so funny? "You're not using your quirk on me are you?"
She snorted, leveling a fork that looked like it had come right out of the dishwasher at him, verdant eyes narrowing. "First of all, how dare you. Second of all, you'd know if I was using my quirk, it's kind of like laughing without finding anything funny. And it stops as soon as I stop making you laugh." She laughed, twirling up more pasta. "But, if I do tell a joke that you found even a little bit funny, then you get real laughter, kind of like how when you start laughing, and you keep laughing because you're laughing."
"So telling jokes makes your quirk more effective?"
"Awesome, right?" She stuck her chest out, beaming with pride. "I have the best quirk in the world, no need for you to be green with envy." With her eyebrows wiggling, she pointed at his hair. "Though I have to admit, it is a good color for you, but what's your quirk? Is it mumbling?"
"No, it's nothing like that," it was always difficult to explain his quirk and not have people connect it to All Might. "It basically makes me super strong, but I have to be careful or else I'll injure myself."
"Woah! I knew you packed a punch, but super strength? Is it like the hero All Might? Is he still around?" Emi asked.
"Well, he's retired now, but he's also a teacher here at U.A., he actually covers our hero course."
Her eyes lit up, "Wow, now I'm actually excited for class tomorrow! Now quit stuffing your pie-hole! I want to see all the other crazy stuff this place has gotten in fifteen years. And claim my room!"
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"And this is the common room," He held the door open for her, revealing the interior of the common room. Momo stood in front of the couch, her face red, and her hair was out of her normal ponytail. Next to her still sitting on the couch, was Shoto. Weird how they hadn't run into anybody else yet, but it was still the middle of the day in Sunday, everybody else was probably still out doing Sunday stuff.
Emi popped into the room and looked around it wide-eyed. "We get all this as living space? Awesome!"
"Ahh!" Momo, gasped, placing a hand over her heart, and walking towards them. "Izuku, it's just you, I was uh, just talking to Shoto about uh, nevermind that, who are you showing around?"
"Oh! Right," Izuku pointed towards Emi, "Momo, this is Emi Fukukado, she'll be joining our class starting tomorrow, Emi, this is Momo, our class vice president."
Momo gave a small bow and extended her hand in that regal way she often did. "Allow me to be among the first to welcome you to our class if you need help unpacking Shoto and myself would be happy to assist you."
"I would?" Shoto asked from the couch, looking more than a little bit disheveled.
"Yes," Momo pouted in his general direction, pushing a bit of her long black hair behind her. "It's the least we could do for our new classmate."
"Oh, don't worry about that, I don't have anything to unpack anyways, me being here is kind of a surprise anyway." Emi laughed, taking Momo's hand.
There was a buzzing sound and Momo jolted backward. "What was that? Your quirk?"
"Bwahaha!" Emi, held up her hand showing off the small hand buzzer, that she pressed with her thumb. Where did she even get that? "Not even close! Just a friendly Hello! No hard feelings right?" She offered her other hand out towards Momo.
Momo looked at it for a few seconds before she reached out and pulled the fake hand out of Emi's sleeve. No really where was she getting the stuff? "Yes, well, it's a pleasure to meet you Emi, but why are you joining our class now?"
"Would you believe me if I said I'm a time travel from the past?"
"I'm afraid not," Momo admitted, dropping the fake hand to the ground in mild disgust. "But still, welcome to the A-1 dorms, if you need anything feel free to ask me."
"She's actually kind of telling the truth," Izuku interjected, Emi turned to him still smiling, great, now he was laughing nervously. "Because of an accident with a quirk Emi's age was reduced and she lost a lot of her memories. So until we find a way to reverse it she'll be in our class."
The principal never said if they should keep it a secret or not.
Momo blinked, "Now that you mention it, I have heard the name Emi Fukukado before," She snapped her fingers, tapping her cheek. "Oh right, she was Ms. Joke, and a teacher at Ketsubutsu-" Momo stopped and stared at Emi, "Wait, you don't mean to tell me you're Ms. Joke?"
"Haha, I must have been pretty famous!" Emi laughed, sticking her hands behind her head.
"I see, so, now you're this age, with nothing from your former life?" Momo asked, holding onto her chin looking at the ground, there was a familiar glint in her eyes, one he hadn't seen in a while.
"Nothing, but the clothes on my back and the gadgets in my pockets." Emi reached into her pocket and pulled out a piece of gum, "Oh and this gum, want a piece?"
"That means that you'll be needing clothes and school materials." Momo ignored the gum, a smile forming on her face. "Which means shopping." She grabbed Emi's hand, with both of hers, ignoring the buzzer going off. "Please, allow me to take you shopping!"
"Uhh, I don't exactly have any money on me."
"I'll cover that," Momo let out a breath, eyes sparkling. "I can't just allow my fellow classmate to live in just a single uniform, now please allow me to help you!"
"Uhh, sure, why not?" Emi gave a nervous laugh, looking towards him, with a hint of worry in her eyes.
He could only shrug. "We still need to pick a room out for her."
"Oh, don't worry she can have the one next to mine, Fifth floor, I'll leave you and Shoto to clean it up," Momo didn't wait for anybody to respond before she dragged Emi out the door, already dialing in a number on her phone. "Mina? Yea, it's me, gather everybody and meet me at the train station, we have a shopping emergency!"
Shoto stood next to him, looking mildly miffed, there was a mark on his neck, a bruise from training probably. "I often forget how… passionate, Momo can get over shopping."
AN: Hey look! Deku-vision! And a bit of TodoMomo to boot. Sorry I'm a bit late for the update. (I was early last time so it evens out) But I kind of started playing Azur Lane and I'm watching hours of my life go down into my ship waifus.
Anyways, I'd like to stress that this isn't going to be a uhh "Adventure" Fic, those of you that know me, know that I like to skip over most actions scenes, and instead focus on the romance and character interactions. Might be a bit because Ms. Jokes might be more a comdey routine than anything else.
Until next time!
AN 2: Also where my reviews at :( I get depressed and start worrying when I don't get reviews.