(After All Might Left)
The evening sun cast a warm glow as Izuku Midoriya, still processing the encounter with All Might, dialed Momo's number. With the Symbol of Peace departing, Izuku felt a mix of emotions—awe, inspiration, and a newfound determination.
"Momo, it's Izuku. I need to tell you something," he began, his voice carrying a sense of urgency.
"Is everything okay, Izuku?" Momo's worry heightened.
"I was attacked by the Sludge Villain, and it was pretty intense. But don't worry, I managed to defeat him. Then All Might arrived and took him away," Izuku explained, his words punctuated by a brief silence.
Momo's concern deepened. "Are you hurt? What happened?"
"I'm fine, Momo. All Might arrived just in time, and everything is under control. It was incredible. Actually, something amazing happened. All Might noticed my abilities and even gave me his autograph," Izuku continued, a mix of excitement and relief in his voice.
However, instead of mirroring his usual composed demeanor, Momo found herself giggling at Izuku's fanboy tone. "Izuku, you sound so different! This isn't like you at all."
Surprised by her reaction, Izuku chuckled nervously. "Well, meeting All Might was kind of overwhelming. But listen, with the ten-month break before the U.A. Entrance Exam, I was thinking..."
Momo interrupted, her giggles persisting, "Yes, Izuku?"
"I believe we can make the most of this time and train together. Strengthen our quirks, refine our techniques. What do you think about training at Dagoba Beach? It's filled with discarded materials, a perfect place to challenge ourselves," he proposed.
There was a brief pause before Momo, still amused, responded, "Izuku, that sounds like a fantastic idea. Training together will undoubtedly benefit both of us. Let's make the most of these ten months and be fully prepared for the U.A. Entrance Exam."
With laughter lingering in the air, Izuku and Momo set the stage for a rigorous training regimen at Dagoba Beach—an alliance forged under the evening sun, complemented by the warm hues and the promise of a future filled with heroic possibilities. The discarded materials at the beach would indeed be perfect for Deku's quirk of metal manipulation, creating a unique training ground tailored to his abilities.
Training Day One unfolded beneath the sunlit skies at Dagoba Beach, where discarded materials became the canvas for Izuku and Momo's journey toward mastery of their quirks. Momo, with her creation quirk, faced the challenge of understanding the biological makeup of objects she wished to craft. The trade-off, however, was the necessity of calories for her creations.
Izuku, proficient in spearmanship, kendo, and hand-to-hand combat, took on the role of mentor in weapon arts. The rhythmic clashes of battle echoed as he demonstrated the finesse of his metal manipulation quirk. His towering figure moved with precision, each movement a testament to years of training.
Momo observed with her sharp mind absorbing the intricacies of Izuku's techniques. As the training progressed, she began to conceptualize weapons in her mind, drawing inspiration from the discarded materials around them. However, she faced the challenge of translating her ideas into reality, a hurdle that Izuku aimed to help her overcome.
"Focus on the essence, Momo. Understand the core principles of the weapon you want to create," Izuku advised, his katana gleaming in the sunlight.
As they delved into the intricacies of weapon making, Momo's understanding deepened. Izuku guided her through the process, offering insights into the biomechanics of various weapons and their effective applications. Together, they forged a partnership that blended the precision of metal manipulation with the limitless potential of creation.
The beach became a training ground, each wave carrying with it the sounds of their efforts. Izuku and Momo, bound by a shared commitment to excel, embarked on a journey that would not only refine their skills but also unravel the untapped potential within their unique quirks. The discarded materials, once overlooked, now served as cover for their spar's and stepping stones for their quirk training.
As Izuku and Momo set the stage for their rigorous training regimen at Dagoba Beach, little did they know that their alliance would lead to something even more significant, a path unfolding with mysteries and potentials yet to be discovered. The discarded materials at the beach, a perfect playground for Izuku's metal manipulation quirk, held the promise of not only strengthening their individual abilities but also forging a bond that would shape their destinies in ways they couldn't anticipate. The warm hues of the evening sun marked the beginning of a journey filled with possibilities, as Izuku and Momo embarked on a shared adventure that would transcend the boundaries of friendship and heroism.
(A week later)
The sun hung high in the sky as Izuku and Momo transitioned from weapon training to a sparring session. The rhythmic clash of metal on metal subsided, replaced by the intensity of their movements. Izuku's tall figure and Momo's strategic mind created a dynamic spectacle on the beach.
Their weapons danced in the air, each strike calculated and countered. Izuku, with his metal manipulation, displayed fluid movements, while Momo's creations formed intricate defenses. The echoes of their sparring resonated with a symphony of skill and determination.
"I got you," Momo grinned, deflecting one of Izuku's strikes with a well-crafted shield.
Izuku countered, "And I got you," as he skillfully maneuvered around her defenses, landing a close shot that echoed through the training ground.
"Damn, man, you're so strong," Momo admitted, her admiration evident in her voice.
"Strength alone doesn't win a battle. It's about strategy and adaptability," Izuku replied, catching his breath.
Their banter continued as the spar intensified. The beach became a canvas for their shared pursuit of improvement. As the sun beat down, sweat glistened on Izuku's toned physique, prompting him to remove his shirt for comfort.
As the spar reached its peak, each participant pushed the other to their limits. Finally, with a well-timed move, Izuku secured victory by a close shot. They both paused, panting, the waves providing a calming backdrop to their labored breaths.
"Impressive, Momo. You're getting better with each session," Izuku praised, acknowledging her growth.
Momo, catching her breath, replied with a grin, "Well, you're not too shabby yourself."
As they settled down after the intense spar, Izuku tossed a cold water bottle to Momo. The scorching heat intensified the need for hydration. As she caught the bottle, her eyes inadvertently met Izuku's, who, shirtless and sweaty, raised an eyebrow in a teasing manner.
A faint blush colored Momo's cheeks, a subtle reaction to the unexpected sight. "Thanks," she mumbled, redirecting her attention to the water bottle.
In the aftermath of their intense training session, Momo and Izuku found themselves catching their breath under the sunlit sky. As they recovered, the waves whispered against the shore, and the sounds of their banter lingered in the air.
Around 30 minutes later, a sleek and luxurious limousine pulled up to the beach. Momo's butler, dressed in impeccable attire, stepped out to greet her. "Miss Yaoyorozu, it's time to head home," he announced with a polite bow.
Momo turned to Izuku, a faint blush still lingering on her cheeks. "Zuko, would you like a ride?" she offered a genuine smile gracing her features.
Izuku, momentarily taken aback by the offer and the nickname, eventually nodded appreciatively. "Sure, that'd be great."
The limousine's door opened, revealing a lavish interior that reflected Momo's affluent lifestyle. Izuku, stepping in, couldn't help but express his surprise. "Phew, I totally forgot you were this rich," he admitted, his eyes scanning the elegant surroundings.
Momo chuckled, joining him in the plush seats. "I forget sometimes too," she confessed, her gaze meeting Izuku's and soon quickly looking away.
As the limousine smoothly pulled away from the beach, Izuku couldn't help but marvel at the luxurious ride again. "Damn, you're rich, rich," he exclaimed with a teasing grin, earning a playful blush from Momo.
The dialogue flowed effortlessly, a mix of light banter and genuine friendship. Eventually, the limousine arrived at Izuku's apartment complex. "I'll text you later," he promised, stepping out onto the pavement.
Momo bid him farewell with a warm smile. "Goodbye, Zuko." As the limousine gracefully departed, Momo's thoughts lingered on the unexpected moments shared with Izuku and if he noticed the nickname or not.
Izuku entered his apartment complex, the familiarity of the surroundings bringing a sense of comfort. As he approached his unit, the inviting aroma of Katsudon wafted through the air. His mother, Inko Midoriya, was in the kitchen, preparing his favorite meal for the night.
"Hey, Mom," Izuku greeted with a warm smile, his eyes lighting up at the prospect of Katsudon.
Inko turned from the stove, returning the smile. "Welcome home, Izuku! Dinner will be ready in a few minutes."
As they engaged in casual conversation about his day, Izuku couldn't help but express his gratitude. "Thanks for making Katsudon, Mom. It's been a while since we had it."
Inko chuckled, "Well, you've been working hard, and it's your favorite. Tonight is a special treat."
Due to izuku taking up a martial art class Inko MIdoriya had decided to get herself together and not waste away. She was thankful of the hard work her husband Hisashi put in to support them but ultimately she missed him. His arbitrary and sparse yearly appearances refreshed her love for him each time. Knowing why she stayed in good shape made her giggle out loud causing izuku to get the chills and get weirded out.
After a delicious meal, Izuku headed to his room, appreciating the sleek metal aesthetics that adorned the space. The room emanated a modern and aesthetic vibe, with various metal elements contributing to its overall design.
A guitar rested against the wall, hinting at Izuku's musical inclinations. He often found solace in playing, and the instrument served as both a form of expression and relaxation. The strings, well-worn from countless melodies, spoke of the stories he crafted through music.
On one of the walls, a black-and-white All Might poster hung prominently. The symbol of peace loomed in the monochromatic palette, a constant reminder of Izuku's aspirations and the impact of their chance encounter beneath the bridge.
As Izuku settled into his room, he took a moment to absorb the familiar sights. The echoes of metal that defined his day seamlessly blended into the sleek aesthetics of his personal space. With a grateful heart, he approached his mother's room and said, "Thanks for the amazing dinner, Mom. It was delicious."
Inko smiled, "You're always welcome, Izuku. Rest well and let me know if you need anything."
As the door closed, Izuku immersed himself in the ambiance of his room. The sleek metal surroundings, the comforting scent of Katsudon lingering in the air, and the rhythmic presence of his guitar set the stage for a peaceful evening in the haven he called home.
After a fulfilling dinner and a moment of relaxation in his metal-themed room, Izuku decided it was time to unwind further. He headed to the bathroom, the warm water cascading down in the shower providing a soothing sensation. The echoes of the day's training gradually washed away, leaving him refreshed both physically and mentally.
Dressed in comfortable sleepwear, Izuku returned to his room, the calming ambiance inviting him to settle in for the night. He dimmed the lights, the soft glow accentuating the sleek metal aesthetics that surrounded him.
As he crawled under the covers of his bed, thoughts of the day's events played in his mind. The chance encounter with All Might beneath the bridge, the intense spar with Momo, and the warmth of his mother's cooking all contributed to a sense of contentment.
With a final glance at the All Might poster and a quiet strum on his guitar, Izuku embraced the tranquility of his room. The day had been filled with echoes of metal, camaraderie, and the comforting rituals of home. As he closed his eyes, the rhythmic sounds of his room became a lullaby, guiding him into a peaceful night's sleep.