Melissa was a bundle of raw energy; she was so excited. Izuku and Mei were going to be landing any minute. This summer was going to be the best; they were going to have a cake and a little party for Mei, who had just turned 16; Izuku's birthday was going to happen on the Island, and lastly, she was going to tell them how she felt, how felt about both of them—no more hiding or beating around the bush. Yet, when she saw Izuku and Mei, that excitement was dropping fast. Izuku was walking ahead of Mei and not looking back. Mei was looking at the ground, biting her lip.

-Yesterday-

"Hey Izuku, do you think I need a new swimsuit? I may have outgrown this one."

Izuku had already turned when he heard his name, and standing there was Mei in her swimsuit. Her cup had run over to the point that part of her was peeking out for him. He had quickly turned his head, and in the process, his arm had swung, knocking over his drink all over the primary circuit board. He was doing some modifications, one completely frying it.

"Fuck!" he yelled, jumping out of his seat; he tripped over some wires, fell back, and hit his head.

"OMG, Izuku!" she called out as she ran over to him, with things bouncing.

"DAMN, IT MEI!" he yelled, holding his head.

"I'm sorry, I was just…" she started to say.

"What, playing some game with me?" He sat up, pulled his hand away, and there was some blood.

"Yes, no, I…"

"Well, are you happy now? Was it funny? Did it give you the reaction you wanted? Huh?" he said, his voice rich with anger.

"I'm sorry," Mei said, stepping back; he had never yelled at her. She was doing this yes to get a reaction out of him, but she was annoyed that he had seemingly been avoiding her, avoiding looking at her, spending time with her, and not wanting to sit on the couch and cuddle to watch movies. But he was talking about going to the planetarium with Melissa, working out with her, going on runs. They had invited Mei, but she didn't want to go, but that was beside the point. She just wanted the two most influential people to be with her always; why was that so bad? She tried to get cuddled by them and take baths with them. Izuku wouldn't do it anymore, and that made her mad; Melissa would; she would take baths with her, though Mei would have to argue and pout about it.

She just wanted Izuku and Melissa at all times. Why was that so difficult? They could share a bed, take baths together, and work on inventions all day. He wouldn't even hold her hand; last year, she had seen Melissa and Izuku doing it while watching some boring movie about people kissing and stuff. But when they got caught, they jumped away from each other like they had been electric shock.

"YOU HAPPY NOW!" he yelled. "Now I have to rebuild that whole thing before we leave tomorrow for I-Island." He grabbed a clean paper towel and held it to his head. "YES, MEI, YOU NEED A NEW SWIMSUIT TOP; YOUR BREASTS HAVE GOTTEN MUCH BIGGER THAN LAST YEAR!" he turned and stormed out of the room.

He didn't talk to her or text her the rest of the night; his door was locked. He never locked his door: car ride headphones, plane ride headphones, and sleep.

-Today-

Melissa plastered a smile on her face and ran up to her friends. Izuku gave her a weak smile when she came up, but with a good hug, Mei visibly brightened up and hugged her tightly.

"Are you guys alright?" she asked.

"I am just tired. I was up all night; I must get into the lab as soon as possible," Izuku replied.

"Ok, I got us set up right across from our normal lab, so we should get going soon," Mel said, a little uncertain. When they got to the transport, instead of piling in the back like usual, she saw Izuku hesitate and get in the front seat while Mei and Melissa were in the back. Once they were in motion, she saw Izuku fire off a quick text, probably to Inko, before he put back on his headphones and just stared out the window.

"What is going on, Mei? And who pissed in his cheerios?" Melissa whispered.

"I messed up," Mei said sullenly. "He was working on the main circuit board for the project, and I wanted to tease him." Her shoulders sank, "The circuit board got fried, and he fell and cut his head. It was bleeding. He yelled at me; I have never seen him so mad at me."

"Mei," Melissa sighed.

"What, he won't hold my hand like he did with you? He gets weird about cuddling! He won't let me take a bath with him! He let me sleep with him! He won't join me in the Hot Tub! He won't stop talking to Asuka Urai at school! He even went to her house! WITHOUT ME!" Mie was getting more upset. "I just wanted to tease him and make him get all red…"

"Ok, hold on, who is Asuka Urai? And why was he at her house?" Melissa said.

"I don't know. All he said was he needed to help her with something, and then the next thing I knew, she and her friends were inviting him to the movies. They wanted us to go to some pool party, but he said no because we would be here! And he got into a fight with Hido, and he won't say anything about why. I watched a terrifying movie, and he cuddled me till I fell asleep, then he got out of bed and slept on the floor!" Mei was talking very fast and to the point of almost hyperventilating.

Melissa wanted to know more about this Asuka, but that would have to wait; she put her arm around Mei, pulling her into a hug. "What if he doesn't want to be my friend anymore?"

"Mei, he is upset, and maybe he has some reasons why?" Melissa responded. "He cares about you; he is just mad, that's all; let him cool off, and you try to relax. I will talk to him."

Once they arrived, Izuku went to his door and just set his bag inside, grabbed a box, and went straight to the lab; Mei just went off to her room to unpack; Mel kept her company for a while before she sucked it up and went to check on Izuku.

He was sitting at the work counter running the board through some calibrations and in a tight black compression shirt that read "Shield Industries." It was a workout shirt she had given him; it was doing him justice. Over the years, while Melissa had started working out, it had taken off once her Uncle had given her a training regimen and had whipped up one for Izuku, her workout partner. They would send each other messages daily after they worked out or to motivate each other. It was not an excuse to send a boy she thought were cute selfies of her abs or the cute workout uniform she had just bought. Nor was it encouraging him to return the favor so she could "monitor" his progress.

The video from Mei of him working in the forge at home, bare-chested, sweaty, with some soot on his face and chest was because she was just curious about the type of work. She did not log into her camera feed to watch Him and Mei in their overalls, all sweaty, working on some creation in the middle of the night instead of sleeping. Enjoying the way Mei would wear overalls with just a sports bra. She watched as he gave a weary sigh. "You okay there, cowboy?"

Izuku smiled as he looked up, "Yeah, everything is good; we won't be set back in our timeline."

"What's going on Izu?" Mel said, walking over and leaning on the workbench across from him.

She saw him look up, then look away and blush slightly. She looked, and her shirt was loose, so it dangled forward, giving him a nice view down her shirt; she blushed and stood up more.

"Nothing, Mel," he replied. "Just trying to get this done."

"You know it was an accident," Mel said softly.

"It was, but she wanted to elicit a response without thinking of the consequences," he said with a note of hurt that she picked up on. "All the time she does stuff, it is just so confusing. Then there is you!" he added, sounding exasperated.

"Me, what did I do," Mel said defensively.

"Nothing, I guess, but I don't know," he sounded frustrated as he flopped on the stool. "Can we just fast forward a year and a half till we apply to U.A."

"Sure, just invent a time fast-forward machine," she immediately ran around the table and grabbed his hands. "I am kidding, don't start," she stopped and looked down. They were holding hands again, and this warmth spread from her fingertips to her whole body. When she looked at his face, he looked at her; tension between them was increasing. They both pulled their hands away with a shared eep, blush and look away.

"Hey, if you are done here, why don't you get some sleep? I know we have a lot of stuff to do while you are here. Do you think you will be up to cake and ice cream for Mei tomorrow night?" Melissa said a little shyly after a nervous cough.

"Yeah, Mel, that sounds fine," he stood up; she wondered when he got taller than her; she hadn't noticed it earlier, but now she was keenly aware of it, out of stupidity or habit, neither would be able to tell which they hugged. That warmth began again, and this time, it went fast. She pulled back enough to tilt her head slightly to look at him; he was gazing down at her. Time slowed, and he started to lean down; she tilted up, eyes closed. The sound of the door beeping and opening made them nearly jump out of their skin.

"Melissa, are you in here," her father called. The two teens jumped back from each other. "Oh, hello Izuku. Happy to see you."

"Hello, sir," Izuku replied, ignoring the slight voice squeak.

"So, this is it, huh? Can you really get a prototype up and running here?" David said, walking over to shake Izuku's hand.

"Yes sir," Izuku replied, with a firm handshake and smile.

"If it doesn't clear the benchmarks I set forth, then we are going to put a stop to this hero nonsense," he said, directed to Melissa.

"Sir, I understand your concern, but with the capture weapons we have designed, and the amount of physical work Melissa has put in…" Izuku countered. Melissa was surprised at his reaction; typically, he was reticent about things.

"Are you, her father?" David said, his voice tinged with anger.

"No sir, obviously I am not…"

"Keep to your inventing, and let me handle my daughter!" David said, cutting him off.

"You can tell Melissa that she cannot be a hero all you want, but in the end, she will be 18 and can decide for herself what course she wants her life to take," Izuku fired back. "She doesn't need your blessing or mine all she is asking for is support in following her dream, something I pledged to her years ago!"

"Listen, Izuku, I don't know what has gotten into you today, but I will overlook it," David nearly sneered at the young man. "If you want to continue to run your mouth, then we can have another conversation about your stay on this island."

Izuku was about to talk when Melissa stepped in between them and took Izuku's hand. She had her back to her father and pleaded with him with her eyes.

"I apologize, Mr. Shield; I am jet lagged and tired; please forgive my outburst," Izuku said with a bow. "I shall seek my bed." He said, stepping past and walking out of the lab.

"You better talk with him, Melissa!" David said once the door was closed.

"I will, father, but…"

"But nothing. You are my only daughter, and I will not let you risk your life foolishly!" David's voice was raised; he paused and took a deep breath. "Melissa, I see how hard you have worked and how much effort you, Mei, and Izuku have put in. I had hoped that this was nothing but a flight of fancy or a childhood dream that would run its course. But that doesn't seem to be the case with every passing year. You are going to be 17 years old this year; I wish you focus on the work here rather than chasing some dream of heroics where you can get hurt or possibly killed."

"But you said we had to prove it was viable; you gave us benchmarks we had to reach?" Melissa replied.

"I did," he said. "Melissa, I am a man of my word; it doesn't mean that I have to agree with a smile on my face."

"But if we do it?"

"Then we can talk after that," David touched her shoulder. "You should get to bed." He kissed her forehead before leaving the room.

-Izuku-

He walked into his room and rubbed his face; what happened? He thought. Was I about to kiss Melissa? Jesus, what is wrong with me…? Did she want me to kiss her? Do I want to kiss her? Do I want to kiss Mei? Wait, why am I thinking about kissing Mei? For just talking back to her dad? What is wrong with me? He sank to the ground on the other side of the door; his knees curled up; he folded his arms and rested his head on them. I don't like fighting with Mei, but I…FUCK!

He got to his feet and stared at the empty room; he grabbed his hoodie and left the room; he exited the facility and walked off into the night of I-Island.

This wasn't dangerous; the island was more secure and safe. They had invested heavily in their safety and security, and it showed. Not wanting to be around too many people, he headed to the shore; it was late, and he wouldn't bump into many people. The boardwalk on this side of the island was closed at this time of night. It catered more to the private residences on that side of the island. He wandered towards the shops, stopping to pick up a broken toy he saw sticking out of the bin. He grabbed a few more items he saw that he could use to tinker with it; of course, he had a mini tool kit in his pocket.

Sitting on the sand, he stared out over the water, not even looking at what he was doing, his quirk guiding his hands. It wasn't something he did often, but he liked to do it when his mind was clouded and he needed to drift off. The moon was high, still in the night sky, bathing the beach in its light; he looked out over the waves, trying to figure out what was wrong with him. It was about when his hands stopped moving that he realized he wasn't alone. There was a girl about his age, he thought, but she looked like she had stepped out of a beauty magazine.

Her pale skin glowed in the moonlight, a red flowing dress fluttered lightly in the night breeze, her black hair trailing behind her matching the dress. He would look for the fan machine and photo crew if he knew that no one else was there. She hadn't noticed him as he was honestly enthralled with her; he had never wanted to take up photography, but he understood that desire. Then they noticed her wiping her eyes like she had been crying. She saw her look at her phone, and he could visibly see her steady herself.

"No, Father, I have no intention of coming back to the party; I will not be marrying that…disgusting pig! I am going to go into heroics. I don't care. No, Father, I don't. If that is your wish, then fine. I will have to figure it out. I don't know…tell mother I love her… and wish you a wonderful life." She stared at the phone before completely breaking down; she crouched down and buried her face in her hands, crying.

Izuku set what he was tinkering aside and ran over to her, "Miss, are you alright?" she looked up, started, and fell back on her butt. Up close, she was even more beautiful; her dress had a plunging neckline; he looked up as he offered her his hand. "I am sorry. I didn't mean to startle you, but you were crying and seemed upset."

She immediately put her hand on her chest, but when she noticed that he was looking away, she had to give him at least credit; most boys or men, for that matter, took too much delight in looking at her like some courtesan or sex object.

Izuku reached into his pocket and pulled out a tissue pack, "Here, so you dry your eyes," he said.

She looked at the simple gesture, and it made her smile; it reminded her of her books at home, of the knight coming to help the fair maiden. Home, she thought. She didn't have a home; she didn't have anything. She sniffed again; she took the tissue and his hand as he helped her up. She pulled one from the pack and dabbed at her eyes. "Thank you, sir," she said. "Are you always out along the beach at night looking to provide tissues to crying girls?"

"No, I was just…" he paused. "Are you alright? There is a vending machine over that way; I can buy you a water or something."

"Why would you do that?" she wondered aloud.

"You are crying," he said. "I may not be able to fix or even help, but I can at least listen if you are willing to talk." She watched as he removed his jacket and offered it to her. "Here, you can wear that if you are cold."

She was a bit chilled, gratefully she took the interesting jacket and put it on. Unlike anything she had ever worn before, she had seen it on television and some of the staff wearing them; she believed they were called sweatshirts or hoodies. It was very warm, probably from the boy who was wearing it; when he removed it, she noticed that tight black shirt he was wearing; she also noticed it said "Shield Industries." A support company? He is probably being nice to cozy up for some contract and trying to use me.

"Do you work at Shield Industries?" she said, ready to take his coat off and throw it in his face.

"No," he shook his head. "My friend gave me this." Her anger softened. "Would you like water?"

"Yes, please; what is your name?" she replied, following after him just off his shoulder.

"Izuku Midoriya," he looked back and smiled. "And yours?"

She paused for a moment, "Yor Nakamura," she said. "Would it be alright if I call you Izuku? You can call me Yor?"

"Sure," he replied. Once they hit the boardwalk, she noticed he stopped and offered her his hand to step up. Then, he moved to the outside as they walked along the road. She saw the vending machines a short distance away. She had to admit she was excited; she had never heard anything from a vending machine before; she had seen it on television and read about it.

"What would you like?" he asked.

She didn't know what to pick; she was looking at everything; her eyes lit up when, at the prospect of a hot tea coming out of the machine, she pointed at it and looked at him. "I would like that one if it is alright." His smile was nice; it was gentle and reassuring. He made the selection, and two cans dropped. He was about to hand it to her, but she saw him pause and open before doing so.

"Careful, it's hot," when she took the can, he noticed the curious look on her face. "Your nails."

She looked at her hand, then back to him. "It looked like you just had them done; my mom told me that I should open drinks so their nails don't break right away or chip."

She smiled; it was a very valid reason. She took a drink, and it was hot. The tea left a lot to be desired, but it was warm and more important to her. He motioned for them to sit. Once she did, he took a seat. "Are you okay?"

"No, but I am better," she smiled weakly. "Thanks to you."

"Do you want to talk about it?" he said.

"I want to be a hero," she said, looking at the can of hot tea in her hand. "My father doesn't want me to; he wants me to enter a marriage arrangement. I am the only daughter, and I wouldn't mind doing so if any of these "men" supported the idea of me being a hero and didn't want to treat me like a meal ticket or a sex object." She sighed. "Tonight, the person in question kept looking down at my dress and trying to lure me away. I may be naïve, but I know better than that. You had the decency to look away when I was on the ground, offer me your coat, walk outside the sidewalk, and let me choose my drink."

"So your family must come from money," he responded. "I don't know how things work for those in that position, but I have a friend, and she wants to be a hero. Her father has sent the benchmarks that she must clear for him to approve. They are pretty high, but I think we can do it."

"Why is he setting such high benchmarks?" Yor asked.

"My friend is quirkless."

"How is she going to go into heroics?"

"She had been training; she is brilliant, so my other friend and I have been helping her design and build support items as a workaround. This summer, we are supposed to get a prototype suit ready to deal with the protection and integration all put together." He looked off in the distance. "It's just today I got into an argument with her father. I told him that soon she will be 18 and she can do what she wants at that point." He sighed.

"Are you an inventor?" she asked.

"Yes, I am; my friend Mei and even Melissa are. Melissa wants to be a hero. We met her on I-Island when we were 12, and she told us about her dream, and I thought it was amazing." He looked at Momo and smiled.

"Does your quirk help with inventing?" she mused, taking a drink of the tea, wondering how it was hot, but he was only warm.

"Yeah, I wanted to be a hero when I was little, but my mom told me that I could help more people by being an inventor, so I want to help people. If you have the heart and passion, you can do anything. You may need some help, but that doesn't make it any less tangible. I hate people telling others they can't do something because of something as stupid as the type of quirk you have." He was getting fired up and passionate; Yor couldn't help but be drawn in.

"I don't know what your quirk is, but if you want to be a hero, then you should try for it," he looked at her. "Maybe you will pass the test, or maybe you won't. The same goes for Melissa; I don't know if she will pass, but I know I can help her achieve her dream. I want to help people, heroes or not."

"What if I asked for your help?" Yor asked.

"Ok, how can I help?" he said quickly.

"But I don't have money or anything I can pay you with?" she responded.

"I am not getting paid now!" he laughed. "Not for helping Melissa. I am sure the patents and inventions will help me in the future, but that is not why I am doing it!"

"But if you succeed, then she will be a huge advertisement for your work," Yor pointed out. "Also, if she can do it with your inventions, then everyone can with your inventions. Suppose you can elevate a quirkless student to the ranks of hero and have that hero graduate from U.A., especially if they do well and break into the higher ranks. They will break down your door to get your inventions and help."

Izuku looked at her, shocked he hadn't thought about that. "I hadn't thought about that."

Yor was shocked; one would assume he was lying. That he had hedged his bets on making this "Melissa" his key to wealth and glory, but the look on her face told her otherwise. "Would you still help me? I also plan on going to U.A. next year; what if you help me and your friend doesn't get in? Or what happens when she gets in and someone else with a quirk doesn't? What kind of uproar will happen when the first quirkless hero takes the stage? You and your friends will set the world on its head."

"Then let the world be set on its head," he responded. "Good, if a quirkless person can be a hero, why can't anyone!"

"That is very noble of you," she replied. "Not sound business but noble nonetheless. What makes you sure you can make something so your friend could be a hero?"

"My quirk," he responded. "I can make anything."

Yor's eyes widened, "Do you wave your hand, and it just appears?" she said in surprise, wondering if his quirk was like hers.

"No, I wish," he said. "I still need the materials."

"So if you have the materials, you can make anything?" she said; he nodded. "Do you need to know how to make it?" He shook his head. He pulled out his phone and showed her a photo of the sphere with the red button after a moment of searching. She saw a girl referred to as Mei and heard Izuku's voice, though it sounded much younger, as the girl dived forward, hitting the red button.

The chaos that occurred made Yor jump some, but she was enthralled and laughing as mini fireworks and confetti, the laughter and the happiness of the duo, then the birthday banner. Once it was over, Izuku smiled, "I made that in my sleep!"

Yor's eyes widened. "I don't even know how I built the rocket or designed fireworks; we had to reverse engineer it so I could understand it."

"So, with unlimited supplies, you could design anything?" he nodded. "A giant robot to smash a city?" he nodded. "Mei wants a mecha, so that is on the list. Mei and I already built two robots. EVA and WAL-E. He showed her pictures and videos. Last year, we finished the design for EVA. He showed the evolution to the triangle body, floating head, and the arms that came seamlessly out of her body, showing her flying."

"It is just like the movie," Yor said in wonder. "What about…Schvrmmmmmmm! Kwishuuuuuuuuuu!" she waived her hands around like she was holding an imaginary sword. Izuku leaned close and saw him dig deep into folders on his phone.

A video filled the screen; it was shot at night and very dark wherever it was.

"Ok, it should last 30 seconds before the power source fries," she heard Izuku say. The giggling response must have been Mei Yor guessed. "Do it!"

You nearly fell off the bench when it came alive, brilliant blue. She watched as it cut through some metal at a junkyard; it made all the noise before it sparked and died.

You just stared at him. He smirked at her, "I know, right." He snapped his fingers, "I wonder what I built on the beach."

"Wait, you built something on the beach?"

"Yeah, I found this broken toy and some other stuff, and I just let my quirk make something while thinking. Then I saw you and forgot about it!" he rubbed his head sheepishly. "Wait here. I'll go get it." You nodded as he ran off.

He was nice, she thought, but most of all, he just seemed natural. And real was something Yor had a hard time encountering. He was naïve in some ways regarding business but seemed sweet. She would agree to marry him; he would be a perfect support, and she could be his ideal support; she could provide him with any material he needed to make anything. Imagine if they had a child that possessed a merged version of their quirks. She had to be careful of what she made as she could destabilize the economy with fake gems. She grew a little sad at the thought of how empty her life had been. A boy she met on the beach who treated her like a person and not a thing was one of the best people she had ever met. But he didn't know her name or what she could do. She would tell him, but not now. She just wanted to be Yor for a little bit longer.

He came running back a few moments later; she was relieved to see him and wondered if he had ditched her. He was holding a metal white sphere with a metal band around it.

"Do you know what it is?" she asked dubiously.

He laughed, "I do; my quirk will tell me what a machine is, how to break it down, counter it. Sometimes, it doesn't when I make something in my sleep, but we are okay this time. Hold out your hand."

Somewhat hesitantly, she held out her hand, placed the sphere in her hand, and hit a small button, "Sphere recognizes new command owner."

"Recognize new command owner." A robotic voice resonated from the sphere.

Okay, talk!" Izuku told Yor excitedly.

"What do I say?" Yor responded.

"New Voice Command Recognized," the sphere said. Yor nearly dropped it.

"Tell it to activate," Izuku said.

"Um…activate," Yor said unsure. The orb suddenly lit up and floated off her hand. Yor moved her hand, which followed her palm, hovering away from it. Yor started to laugh and smile.

"Tell it to circle 2 meters out," Izuku whispered.

"Circle 2 Meters Out!" Yor said.

"Confirmed!"

"What else can it do?" You asked in wonder as it circled her. She walked towards it, and it moved with her.

"Simple commands," he replied. "Go and come back. It has a range of about 3 meters or so. It should last about 3 hours before the batter on it dies."

"This is amazing!" Yor turned and had the sphere go up above her head. "This would be amazing for rescue heroes in dark areas; it could help guide lost people. I would need some upgrades."

"I know I was thinking the same thing; I also think I could give it a sensor to examine rubble looking for heat signatures; imagine if a hero gets on a disaster scene and can let 20 of these things go and start looking for survivors." He said excitedly.

"Or checking for structural weaknesses in a damaged building!" Yor responded excitedly. "Or a body cam for police and heroes, so if they are not doing things right, the public has proof, or the hero can defend themselves from allegations."

"Some storage, maybe?" he said, "First aid or some small items?"

"Two-way communication?" Yor added, "You can record a message and send it to someone as if the communications get jammed."

"I could maybe even give it a projector so it could relay visual messages or project a map that the other ones have made by scouting so the hero can see where things are," he said excitedly.

"Like a head's up display, almost a floating map!" Yor responded, her excitement growing. "How much could you boo the range?"

"I could boost it quite a bit; that is just limited by what I had to work with," he smiled brightly. "This can be something cool!"

"It could, that is amazing, Izuku," Yor returned his smile. "I don't know why you were out here tonight, but I am glad you were. I still don't know what I will do, but I have hope."

"Do you have any money?" he said gently.

"No," she said as she began to think more about being out in the world with nowhere to live and no money to survive. I could always make some; I know it would be counterfeiting, but…

"I can give you some money," his voice brought her out of her thoughts, "I can ask Melissa and Mei. They could help us get you some clothes, but that would need to wait until morning. You can't sleep out here. You can spend the night in my room." Momo was about to say something. "There is a lock on the door, and I can sleep on the couch!" he said quickly. "it is like a small suite. I wasn't trying to do anything." He waved his hand defensively in the air and blushed.

Momo felt relieved; she had noticed him looking at her, but he looked mainly at her face and looked her in the eyes. He seemed so nice and decent that she worried he might be just like others she had met.

"Why would you do so much?" she asked.

"You need some help," was his response. "And I can help. I may not be rich, but I have some money; I can only ensure you are safe for the night. Melissa and Mei will help; I would love for you to meet them."

"I think I would like to meet them as well," Yor responded; she was about to say more, but headlights on the empty road gave them pause. She smiled when Izuku stepped before her, his attention on the car approaching significantly after it slowed down. You looked up and called the sphere back to her hand and told it to deactivate, which it did.

The vehicle stopped before them; Izuku could tell it was an expensive car, and Yor could tell it was her family car. The front door opened and outstepped a bald man with sunglasses who was not welcome. Izuku knew that there was no way he could take the man in the fight, but maybe he could hold him off long enough for Yor to run away. They had probably come to force her to go home. The back door opened, and a woman with blue hair dressed in a maid outfit was out.

"Madam, are you alright?" the woman said as the man and Izuku kept eyeing each other.

"Everything is fine, Aoi," Yor responded. "I have no intention of returning home if my father wished me to entertain the thought of this arranged marriage."

"He was quite upset with your disappearance, but after a heated conversation with your mother, he wishes to negotiate terms," the woman said; her voice was so crisp and clear, had this natural soothing cadence, but this hint of authority. It would work so well for the sphere, but he pushed that thought from his mind. He couldn't get distracted in case he needed to get his butt kicked so Yor could run.

"Has he offered any terms?"

"No, he did not seem fit to send them with me, but your mother has. All she asks is that you come home this evening and sit down for the discussion in the morning; she gives her word that should negotiations fail, you will be allowed to leave and that Vigo and I will be allowed to attend you till such time you grow weary of our services and dismiss us from your sight," Aoi bowed her head. "She also promised a proper stipend until you graduate from the school of your choice or take a husband."

"Very well, I accept," Yor said.

"I know this isn't my place, but what if they lie?" Izuku said, and the concern in his eyes made Yor smile. He was a good person.

"My mother wouldn't lie," Yor responded; she was about to remove the hoodie but paused. She began to fidget. "Izuku, would you mind if I held on to this till the next we meet? I would like to have at least it cleaned as a thank you."

"That would be fine," he responded. "Take the sphere with you; you can keep it."

"But it's your prototype," she protested.

"I can remake it. Besides, I need to improve it for everything we talked about," he replied, smiling at her.

"Then would you mind giving me your phone number?" Yor blushed. "I would like to be able to keep in touch with you; I don't have many…"

"Of course, Yor," he said; he didn't notice Aoi raise an eyebrow. "That way, you can call me if you need help or just need to talk."

"Like a friend?" she said hesitantly.

"Like a friend!" he pulled out his phone as she did. They touched them together, and she smiled, seeing his information on the screen. "Are you going to be on the island for much longer?"

"We are here for the summer?" she replied, her heart filling with hope.

"Would you like to hang out again?" he asked, feeling nervous.

"Yes!" she said quickly, stepping forward; she blushed and stepped back, tucking her hair behind her ear. "I mean, if you would like to, that sounds nice," she said, her voice soft and gentle.

Too CUTE! he thought. "Be safe, Yor; if you need any help, let me know!" he bowed slightly to her, which she mimicked as he turned to walk away.

You watched him leave until he walked around the bend, then she walked towards Aoi, who was patiently waiting; she climbed into the car. Once inside, Aoi sat across from her, and the vehicle went into motion. "Yor? Madam."

"He was an unknown person, as you and Vigo have told me that it wise to use an alias should we become separated to ascertain the person's intentions," Yor responded. "He may have acted differently if he knew who I was. It was nice to be treated as a normal person."

"Lady Momo…" Aoi said, but she stopped herself. "I understand."

Momo pulled out her phone; she couldn't stop the smile as she looked at the 7th contact in her phone. Izuku Midoriya. Her father, mother, Aoi, Vigo, Selene, and Duncan were in order. The last two were the chef and her tutor. She had a friend's phone number; for the first time, she had a friend. As the car drove off into the night and Izuku made his way home, the God of Fate rubbed his hands together in glee; his wife just smiled.