Vicarious Valentines Ch. 6
Dinner and a Show Part 2
Awkward, truly the worst thing anything can ever be, able to turn the best of circumstances into the worst of ones in the drop of a hat. Such as that one family member sharing conservative view's at thanksgiving, being the one guy that decides to order dessert after everyone's paid and ready to go, or accidentally sending your boss a very spicy photo that was only meant for certain eyes to see and trust me it wasn't there's.
(Author: Sorry Debra, and no I will not answer where that remote has been).
It's a very difficult feeling to deal with, and an even harder concept to try and account for in your daily life. Fate's little way of making things so off putting and conceptually terrifying, that when our minds are met with this metaphorical giant making us believe that we'll be swatted like traveler's climbing up the beanstalk, time seems to slip away, and reality fades into nothing more than a suggestion of perception.
Proving the power of this concept right now was Gentle and Izuku, forgetting their current placement, and simply staring at each other with their mouths agape in shock. To them, this was an ocean of eternity that they would need to find a way to cross before they could move forward, but their boats were sinking and their life preservers popped like a balloon in a field made by Vlad the Impaler, neither knowing what to do to keep themselves from drowning.
In stark contrast was Kyoka Jiro-
'Why is Izuku having a staring contest with a guy who smells like elderberries and a cologne that costs as much as a house mortgage,' the purplette thought to herself, an eyebrow cocked upward as she shifted her gaze back and forth from her boyfriend to the gentleman, "Uhhhhhhhhhh, guys?"
"…" "…"
"Hellooooooooo," she said as she stretched out her jacks in front of the two of them, wiggling the tips as if she was waving her own hand, "Earth to Izu and uhhhhh-"
"Gentle."
"Ah," Jiro yelped, being surprised by the sudden appearance of a very small red haired woman whom answered her question, her hair being tied in two pig tails and was dressed in the same attire as the taller man.
"His name is Gentl-"
"Danjuro," the taller man projected, finally snapping him and Midoriya out of their trance, "Hahahahahahahahahaha," he laughed nervously, "Danjuro Tobita at your service."
"Uh," Jiro looked at the strange man, tilting her head in confusion, "N-Nice to meet you-"
"I will be your waiter this evening my lovely young couple whom I've never seen before!"
"Well yeah," Jiro chuckled to break the nervous tension, "It's uh actually our first time being here."
"Yep," Izuku projected just as loudly, "Never met you before at all!"
"Not once," Gentle replied.
"Nope not at all," the green haired teen replied as he lightly slammed a fist into his open palm.
"First time I've ever seen you!"
"First time I've ever seen YOU!"
"Well nice to meet you for the first time ever young man," Gentle said as sweat came down both his and Midoriya's forehead like a waterfall.
"Nice to meet you young sir," Izuku replied as the two shared a very stiff handshake.
"Wonderful hahahahahahaha!"
"Amazing hahahahahahahha!"
"Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeird," Jiro mumbled under her breath, earning her a very disgusted look from La Brava; much like how the rest of the restaurant was looking when they glanced over at their table.
Table 2:
"The hell are they laughing about," Bakugo asked as he looked over at the two men being insanely awkward.
"Are you gonna be satisfied until you find out that it's not about you," Kirishima asked, not looking up from his menu.
"Shut up! I don't care!"
"Then why'd you ask?"
"Because they're being loud and obnoxious!"
"Like you?"
"Yes like-SCREW YOU!"
"Ohhhhhhh, skipping dinner and going straight to-"
"Don't," Bakugo screeched as he tried to make pointing a fork at someone look intimidating, "You. Dare."
"Alright alright, I get it," Kirishima laughed, "Wanna keep it PG for the kids at home."
"SCREW THAT, THE STORY IS RATED T!"
"Oh so you're fine with talking about that out loud, how manly of you."
"Shut up, next time I'll just leave you at the dorms," Katsuki pulled the menu to his face, as he put napkins in each ear to tune out an overdose of his daily annoyance.
"Why did you even take me here," Kirishima asked as he pulled one earful of napkins out.
"Because if I wanted to eat by myself I would've gone somewhere less expensive."
"Oh oh oh, wait," Ejiro protested as he pulled out a little black notebook titled: Bakugo Speak by unwilling participants with the misfortune of knowing him, quickly flipping through and landing on page 8 paragraph 6 section 7 point 5309 that read as follows, "Ah, here it is, that's code for 'my mother wants me to socialize and bring home someone nice, so she made do something,' right?"
"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr," the blonde growled as smoke started flowing out of his palms.
"Right."
"Friggin, stupid hag."
"A shame that she's behind you."
"Get better at lying."
"Said the hero to another."
"Keep quipping and you'll be eating through a tube."
"Fair enough," Kirishima replied as he rubbed the back of his head, slightly embarrassed at the looks they were getting, choosing to divert to less explosive topics, "But seriously why me?"
"I tolerate you."
"Aw, I tolerate you to buddy."
"That is not code for 'I love you,' got it?"
"Whatever you say big man."
"Gentlemen," Jofu said, having once again appeared in another place without making a sound.
"Gah," Kirishima jumped back in his seat, while Bakugo remained calm.
"If you do not mind, could you please keep your voices down," Jofu smiled nihilistically as he held a finger to his lips, "It is a very special holiday and our guests for this evening would like to feel as relaxed and carefree as possible, and your rabid screaming-"
"HIS rabid screaming," the red haired teen clarified as he pointed at his walking wallet.
"Bite me!"
"Please do," Jofu replied, his eye slightly twitching now, "Your teeth appear to be very sharp and I'm sure you could bite his head off if you tried."
"Wh-What," Kirishima asked, as Bakugo looked up from his menu to give Jofu a murderous glare.
"Do not worry I know people who will hide the body, and we have a door out back you can sneak out at."
"That's illegal," Kirishima pointed out.
"So are fake ID's, owning exotic animal's in certain sections of the united states, and hunting men in the wild and yet they persist."
"Huh?"
"I can get behind hunting men in the wild," Bakugo nodded.
"Your opinion doesn't count," the maître d replied.
"And Deku's does?"
"Excusez-Moi?"
"The freckled freak over at that table," Katsuki growled as he pointed his finger at Midoriya's table; yes him and Gentle were still shaking hands like weirdo's.
"Ah ui, the gentlemen who seems to be very well acquainted with our new hire."
"Why does he get special treatment!"
"Ah, lemme see, he doesn't shout, doesn't cause a scene, doesn't threaten my staff with our finely polished utensils, and doesn't make me look at the chandeliers with a longing to want to make myself into a decoration alongside them."
"He's got a boatload of money doesn't he?"
"I will neither confirm nor deny."
"Grrrrrrr, how much I gotta pay you to give me the same?"
"I'll answer that question with another question: do you think you could buy the Atlantic ocean?"
"No."
"The Spanish continent?"
"No."
"A better haircut?"
"Absolutely not, it's perfect as it is!"
"Then enjoy your pleasant dining area as it currently stands, and if you aren't quiet I will be happy to upgrade you to one of our best spots," Jofu smiled again as he pointed to the table right next to the men's bathroom, "I am told it has an exquisite aroma for one such as yourself."
"You wanna eat those words?!"
"You want to dine on the restroom's contents?"
"Wanna keep your shitty hairline?!"
"Wanna make it to puberty!?"
"You going there," explosion boy gritted his teeth as he smashed his forehead against the maître d's, the two now in a deadlock for supremacy as their intensities clashed.
"Oh, I'm going there."
"Just say when Brown Noser!"
"Whenever you're ready Sparky!"
"Guys guys," Kirishima said calmly as he stood up to get between them, "It's valentine's day, let's not make this so blood thirsty and lets just try and enjoy the evening."
"Stay out of this Kirishima."
"C'mon Bakugo have a heart."
"I don't have one."
"Let's not be over dramatic."
"I had it surgically removed," Katsuki then untied his black colored tie, and unbuttoned his red button up shirt, ripping it open to show a large X shaped scar stretching across his chest, much to the horror of the other guests, the maître d, and his sharp toothed pal.
"Oh good lord," Kirishima cuffed his mouth as he turned purple in the face.
"Heavens," Jofu yelled as he mimicked Ejiro's actions, the two now barely holding down their lunch.
"How are you even still alive man?"
"Teenage angst and unyielding rage," Katsuki huffed and smiled as he displayed his 'lack of a real heart' proudly. A symbol in his mind to his dedication to being the best and the strongest there ever was, not bogged down too much by either morality or the suggestion known as 'ethics' that his teachers and classmates had attempted to convey the importance of to him but failed each and every time when met with the spikey blonde's age old responses of: "I'll just kill them," and his favorite, "Murder is never off the table."
Despite the utter improbability and deficit of logic in the idea of surviving without the vital organ, the scar was painful looking enough to convince anyone to leave sanity and intelligence behind as if it was only a chain keeping one from being able to live and find eternal bliss. Which is exactly what Ejiro and Jofu sought to find as they quickly dashed away from the table, booking it to the nearest bathroom to try and relieve their stomachs and throats of the burning bile that had clawed its way to freedom, and threatened to make the most colorful stain on the perfectly polished marble floors.
"We'll take your word for it," the two shouted as they ran, soon entering through the male restroom door and slamming it loudly behind them, Kirishima hanging a Do not Disturb sign on the handle, which had a smaller sign just below it reading: It's nothing dirty, it's just a way to get us out of the plot for the moment so certain pieces can fall into place because the author is too lazy to try and write around us at the moment. An even smaller sign came out from the bottom of the previous one, which read: May be back in two years depending on depression, self-esteem issues, laziness, or lack of inspiration. Not mutually exclusive.
"Tch, wimps," he spat, picking up his menu and properly scanning through to find something that would satiate him. Bakugo had been waiting ten minutes prior to Midoriya and Jiro's arrival to finally place his order, his annoyance with the process boiling over when most of the wait staff had rushed to try and impress the shy couple due to the high esteem of the client whom had praised them: All Might, aka Toshinori Yagi, had called in a personal favor for his protégé due to a drive to give him and his lovely new (and first ever) girlfriend the most perfect evening possible considering everything the two had been through concerning the League of Villain's, and the new much more dire and dangerous responsibilities of being a hero post Yagi's retirement. It wasn't rocket science to figure out that this was the reason for all the theatrics, at least when it came to someone who knew the mentor and protégé as well as Katsuki did, immediately putting two and two together once he saw who was sitting in the chair that the staff lifted high into the air, his example of fate being interesting; or 'bs' as he would put it with his less than sophisticated vernacular.
Although he had made much progress at UA dealing with his jealousy and distaste for Izuku, it still stung him sharply to see him get special privileges from the hero they idolized so much growing up.
"Next time, I'm going to bust into their dammed little heart to heart session and demand All Might to make these snooty brown nosers kiss the ground I walk on whenever I come back here," he mumbled to himself, lowering his voice as to not get another employee to raise his blood pressure, "Deku isn't the only one who can get a fancy table cloth, candles, and carried to his table like he's some kind of prince, him and earlobe's aren't better than me. I'll come in here and tell them I'm the new number one hero, the real number one hero, that'll teach that bitch that threaten me with eating poop. I'll make him eat poop."
…
"Um, excuse me," the female waitress interjected, arriving unfortunately close to the end of the poop eating rant, highly uncomfortable given the lack of context, "A-Are you ready to order?"
"Goddddd finally," Bakugo rejoiced angrily, finally putting down his menu, "I've been waiting forev-"
"Gah!"
"The hell!? Since when did YOU work here!?"
Fate had reared it's head once again, ironically proving Katsuki's own point about Midoriya not being so special. As he also recognized his server, knowing them quite well.
Meanwhile, back at Table 1…
"Hahaahahahaahahahahaahahahaa," Izuku and Tobita had continued to laugh nervously, the odd situation and their way of covering it up forcing them into a deadlock of infinite laughs. Making everyone around them question if they should either call nine-one-one, spray them down with a hose, or slap them out of it.
Jiro had very much debated using all three options, as she had never really seen Izuku get like this with anyone before. Sure, he wasn't always the most cool headed or mellow when it came to unexpected social situations, but this was certainly something else.
'He usually only gets this way whenever anyone asked him about his quirk, or his relationship with All Might,' Jiro pondered as she zeroed in on her date, 'Which yeah, I kinda wanted to know more about it too but not if it did this to him, is this guy trouble or something?'
Kyoka then looked back at the silver haired gentlemen, 'Does he have some kind of dirt on Izuku, or is he some new member of the league that Izuku had to deal with while doing his Endeavor internship? If either of those are the case, then why wouldn't he tell me or anyone else about this, it's not that he doesn't trust me…is it? No, no that's not it, either way if this guy is trouble then I need to be prepared to help out and save anyone who could be in danger,' she lowered her jacks from her ear, just out of sight from the server and his red haired companion.
'No one is going to cause any trouble today,' she thought as she summoned her determination and courage, ready to stretch out her jacks at a moment's notice toward the other two, like a python ready to bury it's teeth into its unsuspecting prey, 'No one hurt's Izuku while I'm around.'
Izuku continued his strangest greeting that he has ever given in his life time, barely breaking eye contact for the past few minutes that they were in the deadlock. That is, until his peripherals caught what Kyoka was preparing for, while he kept his laugh going he certainly didn't consider the situation one to be laughing at, his distress growing as he realized that she was worried for him and growing very distrustful of Danjuro, which while it certainly wasn't a leap in logic it wasn't the most ideal outcome for the situation since, given how their last meeting went and how the current one is going, it seemed as though Gentle Criminal and La Brava were trying to go legit. At least from the onset it appeared that way, the possibility of them posing as waiters only to rob the establishment wasn't far-fetched, nor attempting revenge on him for stopping their previous plans at the cultural festival, but this couldn't be the case. They weren't Shigaraki or All For One, these were two people he understood the struggles of and the depression that affected them so much that it drove them into a corner, they wouldn't attempt something like that again, would they?
Deku then did something he found would quell his anxious thoughts whenever they would run wild across his mind, giving him peace whenever he attempted a crazed action, preformed a nigh impossible feat, or needed to find the strength to keep going. Appropriately, he had done the same thing to fuel his drive when he had originally confronted Gentle the day he met him, the green haired teen simply thought of Kyoka smiling at him, and like everything else it became much easier.
Deciding once again, to believe in the good in someone.
"Um, Kyoka," Izuku said as he halted their handshake, causing Jiro to look over at him.
"Yeah, what's up?"
"C-Can I have a minute alone with our waiter and his friend," he asked, earning confusion from the other three around him.
"What? Why," she asked, still on edge from preparing her attack.
"I-I uh, I'm going to be honest with you, we've actually met before."
"I kinda figured," she replied with some skepticism, "I'm guessing it wasn't very pleasant."
"N-No it was fine, I was just surprised to see them again."
"I as well young man," Tobita said as he let go of Midoriya's hand, relaxing himself before he continued, "I do apologize for my behavior to the both of you, we have a stronger code of conduct here at Hero's Et Heroines, and I have failed to live up to its standards. Do forgive me and my lovely assistant if we offended you in anyway," Gentle then looked at Midoriya once again, "Especially any past 'misgivings,' that you had experienced with us."
"It's okay," Izuku replied, looking back at him much more calmly, "I guess anyone would react that way if they ran into an old acquaintance."
"No they wouldn't," Jiro giggled as she started retracking her jacks.
"S-Sure they would," Izuku protested, "That kind of thing happens all the time."
"No it doesn't."
"Yes it does."
"I mean, that usually only happens that way if you're dating," Jiro gave a cheeky grin, "This the part where you tell me you're into older men?"
"J-Jiro," Izuku blushed as he attempted to combat the accusation, whilst Tobita could only stifle a laugh in the face of it.
"I'm into older men," La Brava spoke completely out of pocket, giving a loving look at Gentle.
"Madame Aiba," Gentle said, appalled by her lack of etiquette and class, "That is highly inappropriate to say in front of our guests."
"You'd be surprised how many inappropriate things happen around us daily," Jiro then thought of almost everything that came out of Mineta's mouth.
"I do not want to know," Gentle replied, worried of the conversation getting more out of hand than earlier by giving La Brava some ideas, secretly crushing her hopes by denying the possibility of knowledge.
"No, you really don't," Izuku said as he thought of the same thing.
"Anyway, I'll uh give you guys some privacy and head to the bathroom really quick," the purplette then stood up from her chair, and instead of walking over to the restrooms she had went over to her boyfriend and leaned close to his ear, "Everything okay?"
"Yeah, I just wasn't expecting to see them again so soon," Izuku whispered back.
"They aren't dangerous?"
"No, just maybe a little excentric."
"Thank you," Tobita whispered, unable to resist giving gratitude despite trying to not to listen.
"You're welcome sir," Midoriya nodded.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yes," Midoriya then softly took her hand into his own, caressing it with his thumb, "I'm sure Kyo, I just want to clear some air really quick before we order, if that's okay?"
"As long as you're sure about this," she returned his affection by gripping his hand, "Just let me know if you need any help alright?"
"I will," he confirmed as he kissed the top of her hand, making her worries much more manageable, "Sorry for asking you to do this."
"It's cool," she kissed the top of his head, "Just don't go falling for older guy's while I'm gone kay?"
"K-Kyoka!"
"Be back in a few baby," she winked at him before finally making her way toward the restroom, Midoriya's eyes following her until she was out of sight, still finding a way to smile at her lovingly despite the low key embarrassment she caused him.
"You seem to be doing well for yourself," the compliment snapping the broccoli boy out of his daze, looking back at his waiter.
"Oh, th-thanks, you to," he replied, scratching the back of his head, a little ashamed at how he didn't keep his cool.
"Indeed, I'd say you much prefer meeting under these pretenses instead of our last precarious parley."
"Considering last time we nearly kicked your butt," La Bara quipped as she took Jiro's seat in order to be eye level with Deku.
"Madame Aiba!"
"What? It's true."
"That is irrelevant and once more highly inappropriate!"
"I-It's okay guys, it's not that big of a deal," Midoriya said trying to ease the tension, "I'm just glad to see that you're both trying to do better."
"Ah yes," Tobita replied, "While it surely has been an arduous process, I cannot say it hasn't been rewarding to be a more productive member of society."
"Yeah," La Brava agreed, rummaging through her pockets and pulling out one-thousand yen, "We actually get paid for what we do now!"
"And not stealing it either," the silver haired man then did a bombastic pose, stretching out his arms and shaking his hands to give more emphasis to the currency.
"Oh, that's great," Izuku returned the enthusiasm, "When do you guys get the rest?"
"…The rest," they looked at him quizzically.
"Yeah, you know like the rest of your pay?"
"…"
"…"
"Oh…sorry."
"It's quite alright…"
"I'll leave a tip."
"The world does not deserve you Izuku Midoriya," the two said as they expressed their gratitude.
"You don't have to go that far," Izuku blushed again.
"We owe you a great deal, of course we would go that far."
"I get to spend valentine's day with my Gentle," La Brava cooed as she jumped and latched onto her partner's arm, rubbing her face against it, "For that I owe you my life."
"La Brava, we cant be preforming anymore P.D.A, otherwise Maître d Jofu will get onto us again."
"Mmmmmmmmmmm it's okay he ran screaming toward the bathroom a few seconds ago."
"Oh," Tobita said, returning her loving gaze, "Well in that case, you may proceed."
"Gladly."
"Now young man, I have a very prudent question to ask you if I may?
"Uh, sure," Midoriya replied, chuckling slightly at the adorable sight of La Brava on Gentle, "What do you want to know?"
"Does your companion for the evening, know of our confrontation?"
Ladies Restroom:
"Just an old friend Kyoka," Jiro spoke to herself to calm her residual nerves, "They're just old friends, nothing to worry about. They might just be some of Inko's old book club buddies, yeah, I could see that, I could see a mustachio man and a lost muchin reading chicken soup for the soul while eighties jazz music plays in the back."
She was pacing back and forth, from the end of the stalls toward the wall and the start of them next to the door. Jiro believed in Izuku, how could she not, he always pulled through when it counted the most and his instincts are as sharp as her wit, but even taking that into consideration it wasn't enough to make everything ease away for her, call it a precaution developed by the summer camp incident or a genetic trait she inherited from her father; she just couldn't let this one go as easily, she cared about Midoriya too much to let it just fall by the wayside.
She then continued to flaunt a trait she inherited from her beloved:
"Could be that or could be they're secretly related and that's Izu's real dad and they haven't seen each other in so long that they got some unresolved trauma over deep seeded abandonment issues no that's too convenient and there's no way he would hide that from me considering how much we've talked about and worked through our issues together yeah just scratch that reverse it."
*CLANG* *CLANG CLANG CLANG*
"Oh jeez what if it's Inko's new boyfriend that she had mentioned last time her and Izu talked man that'd be really awkward if she only just introduced him but then again Midoriya would know he works here because I don't think Inko would just let that be a mystery alright scratch that to."
*CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG*
"Oh wait I know Izu was apart of a undercover operation to investigate the restaurant since the owner had mentioned earlier that he knew of men being hunted in the wild and the waiter is an informant for him but the big boss is close by so they have to act like they don't-"
*CLANG CLANG*
"Know-"
*BANG*
"Each other."
"Wow you two have really rubbed off on one another," a voice called out from the vent's above, "Must really be true love eh?"
"U-Uh w-well," Jiro blushed as she started tapping her jack's together nervously, "I-I won't say no but that seems a little forward, I mean I really…really like Izuku and he's just the sweetest and most caring guy I think I've ever met in my life and well, I don't know, maybe I d-do love-hold on am I talking to the vent's?"
"Nooooooooope," the voice yelled, "Just little ole-"
After trying and failing several times to break free of the metal shell that encased her, the latest and greatest inhabitant the air conditioning unit had ever seen finally kicked open the ventilation grate from her stealthy form of transportation around the facility. A green high heeled shoe, attached to a pink leg kicked downward, removing the metaphorical door that divided her from her primary target of vengeance, the metal grate crashing loudly against the floor causing the rocker to step back just in case the inhabitant wanted to send anything else down at her.
Jiro had readied her quirk to stab out at the traveler, whomever they might be, which was soon answered when Mina Ashido jumped down from the vents; deciding to be a big ham and do a superhero landing.
"Meeeeeeeeeee," Mina said, a crazed look in her eye not too dissimilar to a serial killer finally landing the victim of his landmark kill or a starving lion seeing an antelope for the first time in days.
"A-Ashido!?"
"In the flesh!"
"Jesus, do you ever quit?"
"Neva!"
"Oh for the love of," Jiro slapped her own face in annoyance, slowly rubbing her palms down her face, "How did you even get in here!?"
"The vent's dummy! It was the only way to get past that demon owner guy!"
"That's-…. okay I'll give you that, he seems like a very scary man."
"Very scary," Ashido nodded.
"H-hey look at that, we agree on something," Jiro retracked her jacks, as she attempted a ploy, "Ya know like best friends do."
"Not best friends."
"Oh come on Ashido, aren't you tired of all these ridiculous schemes to try and get back at me? It was an accident."
"I'm sorry, maybe I should break this down for you," Mina then stood up, slowly making her way towards her classmate, "After you had accidentally ruined my plan to confess to Kirishima myself, I've encountered the following in the past few hours: I have melted a door off its hinges which I will probably be made to fix by Mr. Aizawa, jumped off a balcony, busted through a tree, been traumatized by an overly stylized ice statue of Present Mic."
"Hey it's not that weird."
"..."
"Okay maybe a little weird."
"Also creepy."
"I THINK IT'S GLAMORUS," a familiar voice (Present Mic) screeched from part's unknown. The two girls looked around for the source of the noise for a second, both shocked and confused by the interjection.
Eventually giving up, Mina then continued.
"Chased down and HELD ONTO A BUS FOR 6 MILES, ONLY TO THEN FALL INTO A for some reason OPEN SEWER GRATE AND WAS ATTACKED BY A SWARM OF ALLIGATORS ONLY LEFT WITH A SPOON TO DEFEND MYSELF AND YOU THINK I'M BEING RIDICULOUS!?"
"…Are you high right now?"
"TIRED AND ANGRY!"
"I-I mean look on the bright side," Jiro then looked down at Mina's new attire, "You got a really pretty dress out of it."
"Aww, you like it," Mina then backed away slightly to show it off, it was dark green single strapped dress stretching from the strap over Ashido's right shoulder down to just above her knee's, each scale was glistening under the LED lights illuminating the restroom causing it to shine wondrously, similar to a dying star in the clear night sky reminding the universe it existed before blowing out in the wind like a candle. Matching with this fabulous wear was the aforementioned green high healed shoes made of the same material of course, and a pair of gold oval shaped earrings that she found in the sewer whilst fighting for her life. Deciding to make the best of a bad situation by using her attackers to her advantage; figuring it was easier to move around the restaurant if she looked like she belonged there, as well as wanting to look as good as revenge was going to feel once it was achieved.
"Yes," Jiro responded, eyeing Ashido up and down slightly admiring how good she looked in her new alligator style, getting a little flustered at the same time, "You look fantastic."
"You really think so?"
"Absolutely, you're pulling it off great."
"Good, I put a lot of work and effort into this and I was really hoping it was all going to pay off, it'd really put a damper on my plans if I looked like a psycho path when I go tell your dad about you and your date."
"Yeah, he probably wouldn't…run that back," Jiro asked as the color drained from her face.
"Your dad, ya know your papa, daddio, man of the house."
"I know the synonyms for dad!"
"I know, just wanting to twist the knife a bit," Mina smiled devilishly, "Wanted to see some of that despair on your face before I told you he's here right now."
"H-H-H-H-H-He is?"
"Mmmmmhmmmmmmmm him and your mom, seems you and Midoriya aren't the only ones who decided to come here tonight for an evening of romance and wonder."
"Y-Y-Y-You wouldn't."
"I would."
"P-Please don't do this Ashido, I mean it I am really sorry about what happened."
"And I'm sure you are, and I'll probably forgive you at some point after a few month's of mild teasing and Midoriya peeing himself when your daddy makes him wish he was never born."
"Can't we just skip all that and just make up?"
"We could."
"Then can we?"
"Hmmmmmmmmm well ya know what they say," Mina then interlocked her fingers, and cracked her knuckles.
"W-What?"
"An eye for an eye," Mina shouted as she activated her quirk, acid spraying from holes she had inserted into the sides of her heel's, which she made just in case she needed to make a quick getaway or avoid Jiro's earphone jacks which were currently trying to tie her up to keep her from getting away. However, each out shoot of the jacks Ashido dodged almost effortlessly while skating around her friend and heading straight to the exit.
"Ashido stop!"
"Sorrrrryyyy Kyo," Mina stuck her tongue out at her, "You know you shouldn't keep secret's from your parent's, I'm only doing my civic duty as a hero and letting him know more about his baby girl," she laughed manically, dodging jack strike after jack strike before meeting her goal/destination, the handle of the door only being a couple feet away and rapidly did the distance shrink, as the pink alien reached out to finally obtain her goal and possibly have a peaceful night of complete and utter satisfaction.
"Is that so," a new voice spoke as the door swung open.
"Huh," Mina and Jiro gasped as they took in the sight of the new figure, a full grown woman only a few feet taller than them. Dressed in a purple, sparkly double strapped dress, fishnet stockings covering her legs, and black heels with a silver eighth note symbol embroidered on the sides.
Many would call her a beauty, or a musician, or both.
But Kyoka only knew her as:
"M-Mom!?"
"Well if that's the case then young lady, you can leave delivering that news to me. I would hate for someone to spoil my little girl's first real valentine's day date with my future son in law."
To Be Continued…
Author's Note: I had been working pretty hard on this over weekend so I really hope you guy's enjoyed it, it's a bit odd getting back into the swing of things after so long so if something seems to be off with my writing style or a touch inconsistent I really apologize for it. I'm doing my best to try and look over any and all errors that could occur before I post it that way none of you have to cringe or roll your eyes at some of my mistakes (ik my partner certainly does hehehe...stay tuned for some touch up and edits on other stories in the future).
Anyway! Onto chapter notes, I have been dying to get to this certain portion of the story since it is the most chaotic I think I've gotten since Christmas Cart Conundrum back in 2019 and I really enjoy writing so many character's in one place with this break neck energy and snappy conversations so I'm really pumped up to keep going full speed ahead with the dinner setting and everyone getting entangles with the shy couple's current circumstances even if theyre unwilling parties like Bakugo. I just hope im doing the character's justice since its been a while since I wrote for any of them.
Constructive criticism is welcome and appreciated so if you have any specific thoughts that you wanna get out there leave a review about it on the chapter and I'll try to adapt to the changes so that way it isnt so jarring, for all I know this could just be in my head but I wanted to just toss this out there like I always do.
Hope you guys really enjoyed this chapter and hopefully I can get the next one out soonish and start getting to the big moments of the story and winding it down toward the ending. I will say I'm not sure how you all are going to feel about an upcoming ship that I had been wanting to write for a long time so be warned that the next couple chapter's may be a bit rough for some, you'll have to stay tuned to see what I mean, just please dont put a pipe bomb in my mail box because of it. That's about all I have to say so once again thank you for stopping by and reading this chapter and continuing to give your support, thank you to my author buddies who gave me their thoughts on the previous chapter and thank you to everyone who got me this far.
Stay safe, be who you are.
Keep up the good work
-The Last Cowboy