Izuku took some time out of his schedule yesterday to visit the Urarakas in person about his plans and asked Uraraka-San to help him draw up the blueprints, they discussed the pros and cons of the placement of each store, and Izuku decided to limit the number of buildings to five.
He was still running the numbers in his head when he was packing up his things after his lessons and was getting ready to go home, there was a knock by the entrance and Izuku turned to see who it was, his students sometimes asked for one-on-one sessions after his lessons, so he wasn't surprised by this anymore.
But at the door wasn't a South Sider but he did look somewhat familiar, a relative of Zachary maybe judging by the similar hair and quirk mutations "You Deku-Sensei?" The man asked, Izuku was a bit more prepared for the cloud of anxiety after meeting Yuri-San, but this man was dressed closer to the way South Siders were.
"Yes, can I h-help you?" He asked, the man rubbed his neck and averted his eyes "Z said you could help me with figuring out how to read kanji." He bashfully answered the way most adults did when they asked him for help "I know you haven't taught anyone outside of the Siders, but since Z is my punk of brother, thought you might make an exception." He said, a bit hesitant.
Izuku perked up "O-of course! I-I mean- I don't care you're not a South Sider and I would be happy to help you with kanji." He excitedly gestured him to come into the center, Izuku would always be happy to help anyone who simply asked, Izuku didn't have to teach him the basics, so he spent a half-hour with him working on his spelling.
They parted ways when Izuku left the community center and he was merrily on his way to head home, he was about to get to Sekiya station but paused when he got a call, he didn't recognize the number, but he didn't know every one of his student's numbers by heart, so he answered it.
"Hello?" He said and got a response from a familiar voice "Здравствуй, Мидория." Izuku blinked a bit mystified "O-oh! Yuri-San, I didn't know you still had my number." He replied genuinely surprised, he had called Yuri-San months ago for the funeral but that was the only time, he also didn't know how to feel about Yuri-San calling him out of the blue.
"У меня на телефоне все еще осталось твое голосовое сообщение." he probably explained but Izuku wasn't able to catch everything he was saying "I-I'm sorry Yuri-San, I know y-you mentioned something a-about your phone but I'm n-not that fluent y-yet." He apologized fiddling with his shirt "That is quite alright, Midoriya. I was saying I have your voicemail still." Yuri-San elaborated for him.
Izuku nodded to himself as that was a reasonable answer to him "Okay. F-forgive for asking, but why are you c-calling Yuri-San?" Izuku inquired "It is quite alright, Midoriya. I should probably be asking you for forgiveness, what I'm about to ask might be a bit forward," Yuri-San told him, Izuku tensed a bit and uncertainty began to leech in and worried what he was about to ask.
"I was hoping you'd meet with me," Yuri-San said making Izuku's mind blank but he quickly continued clearing up Izuku's confusion "I... Would like to know more about my granddaughter, and I'm afraid you're the only person who I can ask." Izuku's eyes widened, part of him felt like he should have expected this, but he mostly felt like a part of his chest was being mangled inside.
"Oh... " he muttered, feeling briefly conflicted about it, on one hand, Izuku knew it would no doubt be an emotional minefield for the two of them, but on the other hand the idea of talking about Yukiko-Chan with someone was incredibly tempting "I t-think I can do that, Yuri-San." Izuku ultimately decided "Благодарю, Мидория. I shall text you the location to meet, when do you think we could?" Yuri-San questioned.
Izuku balked "O-oh, um... W-we could right n-now? I s-still have an h-hour before I have t-to head home." He timidly offered "Now would be fine, thank you for this Midoriya." Yuri-San told him "I-it's nothing Yuri-San." Izuku replied waving his hand despite knowing he couldn't see it "До свидания, Мидория." Yuri-San said and Izuku hesitantly responded "До свидания, Юрий-сан." Then Yuri-San hung up.
Izuku received a text seconds later with a location for him, it was a bit far, but he just had to stay on the train for a few more stops than normal, but when he found himself in front of a rather high-end restaurant, he began to doubt himself.
He quickly texted Yuri-San to double-check he was standing in front of the right place because phone GPS has been known to glitch before, right? His private hopes had been dashed when Yuri-San confirmed the restaurant was where he was, Izuku looked down at his clothes and decided that the hoodie and jeans he wore definitely weren't up to whatever dress code the restaurant had.
Izuku cautiously entered the building and just at first glance told him that this was the fanciest place he ever stood in, he awkwardly stood at the entrance and meekly approached the host stand "U-um, is t-t-there a Yuri-San h-here?" Izuku timidly asked hands in a death grip on his Messenger bag, the host was looking at him rather critically, the man's eyes went down to what was likely the reservation list.
"Perhaps, may I inquire as to the nature of your question?" He responded Izuku was about to reply only for Yuri-San to walk up behind him "Ah, Мидория. I'm pleased you were able to meet with me so quickly." He greeted a touch of warmth in his tone but the second his eyes landed on the host, anything that could be considered warmth turned to frigid disdain.
"Я надеюсь, нет никаких проблем с тем, что мой ребенок присоединится ко мне за столиком на двоих, за который я заплатил, не так ли?" Even though Izuku couldn't understand what Yuri-San said he felt vaguely threatened from how cold his voice was, he also thought he heard Yuri-San say "my child" but Izuku must have misheard that part.
The host gulped and nodded "N-no Morozov sir." The man answered and Yuri-San gave him a very cold smile that clearly didn't reach his eyes "Good. Come along Мидория, I'll take you to our table." Yuri-San said, his hand hovering behind Izuku's shoulders, careful not to touch him as he led the anxious greenette away.
Izuku didn't protest as to not cause any waves and he was a bit thankful that the table was in the VIP section if only for the fact there wasn't anyone nearby them to overhear their conversion "I-I'm sorry if I'm c-causing you a-any problems Yuri-San." He apologized feeling even more out of place as they got some looks.
"There's no need to apologize, Мидория. I'm the one asking you to go out of your way to see me." Yuri-San told him as he pulled out a chair for Izuku, the chair was undoubtedly the most comfortable one he ever sat in but the metal parts of it were icy cold, it probably was because of Yuri-San's quirk.
Izuku had become admittedly curious of Yuri-San's quirk and how strong it must've been to work on things through gloves, despite the temptation Izuku bit his tongue and tried to remain focused on what Yuri-San had asked for, a traitorous gurgle from his stomach made that difficult "Feel free to order anything if you're hungry Мидория, I wouldn't want you to skip a meal for me." Yuri-San nonchalantly offered, as if Izuku couldn't see the fact none of the menu items had a price and he knew what that meant pricewise.
"N-no thanks Yuri-San! I'm fine. Besides I-I always h-have dinner with my mom, it's the only time w-we have t-to really t-talk with how b-busy we both are." He softly protested, Yuri-San hummed back "I'm sure your mother appreciates having such a thoughtful son." Yuri-San mused and Izuku smiled "S-she's amazing! She g-gets worried about me working in the S-south Side sometimes, but s-she's always been supportive of m-me." He cheerfully answered.
Izuku was happy to gush about his mom to Yuri-San but quickly cut himself off mid tangent "I-I'm sorry Y-Yuri-San, you asked m-me here to t-talk about Yukiko-Chan." He quickly apologized waving his hands but was cut off by a very soft chuckle from Yuri-San, little puffs of condensation coming from his mouth.
"You don't have to apologize Мидория. It's just as nice to learn more about the brilliant young man that helped my family." Yuri-San coolly assured making Izuku squawk, utterly flustered by his compliment Izuku tried to change the topic back to what there were supposed to talk about originally.
Izuku regaled Yuri-San with some of the stories he had of when he taught Yukiko-Chan and some of the times he had to help Anya-San with Yukiko-Chan's quirk, he didn't do anything big and just made some suggestions of cheap products that would work well with their strong ice quirks.
Yuri-San would occasionally tell Izuku his own story of he and his late wife caring for a young Anya-San, Izuku was surprised at how much he enjoyed himself talking with Yuri-San but eventually, it was time for Izuku to leave and Yuri-San had insisted on bringing Izuku home.
Yuri-San paid via credit card then swiftly escorted him to his car, Izuku was expecting it to be a big vehicle given Yuri-San's height and it was clear he had money with their previous encounters, that being said sitting in the passenger side Izuku felt dwarfed in the seat.
Izuku rattled off some nervous babble about the other kids he taught at first simply to fill the void of silence, Yuri-San calmly responded to it and even prompted him to tell him more about his work on the South Side, the time flew by as Izuku happily talked on and on about his students.
Pulling up at the apartment complex Izuku was a bit disappointed he couldn't continue talking with him "Thank y-you for the ride, Yuri-San." Izuku told him "Your welcome Мидория, I've enjoyed speaking with you." Yuri-San replied helping Izuku out of his car, the step was a bit much for Izuku without jumping, ignoring how mind-numbingly cold his hand got from briefly holding onto Yuri-San's.
"До свидания, Мищроия." He said and Izuku bowed to him "До свидания, Юрий-сан." Izuku responded then ran over to his building giving him a wave as he did, once in his apartment Izuku quickly got to work making dinner for himself and his mom.
Здравствуй, Мидория.
Hello, Midoriya.
У меня на телефоне все еще осталось твое голосовое сообщение.
I still have your voicemail on my phone.
Благодарю, Мидория.
Thank you, Midoriya.
До свидания, Мидория.
Farewell Midoriya.
До свидания, Юрий-сан.
Farewell Yuri-San.
Я надеюсь, нет никаких проблем с тем, что мой ребенок присоединится ко мне за столиком на двоих, за который я заплатил, не так ли?
I hope, there isn't any problems with my child joining me at the table for two I paid for, right?