A vanilla story between an OOC Izuku and his cousin, Izumi. Enjoy!
It wasn't supposed to be like that was the thought that resided in the mind of Izuku as he made his return to his home. He had unlocked the door and stepped inside. It was nearly ten in the evening. Upon walking to the living room, he was met with his parents. His mother was sitting on the couch looking at recipes on her tablet. His father was reading a newspaper from The Japan Times. When seeing their son, their eyes met each other.
"Home so soon," questioned his father as he unfolded the newspaper. "I didn't expect you home for at least another hour or two."
Izuku rubbed the back of his head. "Yeah," he said. "The party was kind of dull, so I decided to step out."
His mother observed her son further when seeing his face.
"Is everything alright, dear," questioned his mother as she placed her tablet aside. "It seems like you have been running a marathon."
His cheeks became flushed by her question. "What makes you say that," he asked while keeping a calm demeanor.
"Well, you are sweaty. Your body is beet red. Also, I am noticing your breathing pattern," said his mother. "I know I am not a doctor, but it does not take a physician to know that you have been running."
The emerald-haired child felt a chill down his spine. His biggest fear was the continuation of the explanation. He knew if he stayed with them longer, then his parents would pick up the tell-tale signs of something was wrong.
"You know, our abnormal Tokyo weather. The dry heat is crazy, but nothing is wrong," explained Izuku using a convincing tone.
His father scanned around the room. "Where is your cousin, Izumi? Wasn't she with you when you guys left?"
He began stammering. "Izzy? Yeah, Izumi. She decided to stay behind. She was still talking with some of her friends. I think she was talking with a boy."
"My God," cried his mother. "I pray to God that is not the case, especially with the latter. You guys are too young to date. Let's just hope that it is the former, young man."
"Yeah," said Izuku. "Here is hoping."
He rubbed his hands. He hoped that this was the end of their conversation. "Listen, I am going to lie down. Holler if you need anything."
"Sure, son," replied his father.
Izuku was making his way upstairs before being stopped by his mother.
"Are you sure you are okay," questioned his mother again.
"I am fine, mom," said Izuku convincingly. "Just tired and going to lie down."
"Okay," responded his mother. "When you get hungry, I made some spaghetti. Heat it up first."
"Thanks," said Izuku. He ascended to his room where he had closed the door. He went on top of his bed and began sobbing.
It wasn't supposed to be like that.
Those words continued to reside his mind. It served as a key to a door he wished he never discovered. A portal to a world he did not want to enter. A path that he did not want to take. Those words served as a catalyst that set the flames that occurred earlier at the party.
And Izumi also had something to do with it as well.
Earlier that day….
He sat at the benches inside of the natatorium. It was his day cleaning the pools and conveniently his partner Yuga Aoyama was busy helping their classmate, Kyoka Jiro, prepare for her party tonight. She was using Yuga's house as a venue. However, according to the words of the grapevine, this party was supposedly the party of the century.
As he dropped chlorine tablets into the pool, he could hear the words of his classmates for the things that they planned to do. How drunk they would get. Which girl or boy they would kiss. Which bedroom to have their fun. Or which closet to play Seven Minutes in Heaven.
Yet again, this would be his first high school party.
Izuku never cared for the idea of parties. It wasn't that he wasn't afraid of not being picked to dance or being party foul. Call himself an anti-social pessimist or whatever that only God-knows-singer who quoted that, he didn't feel that he belonged at wild, crazy parties. Parties that had modesty and sophistication, then maybe. Yet again, what party is that of a sixteen-year-old?
Also, he wasn't in the mood for Katsuki's shenanigans. He could still smell the grain alcohol on his baseball cap after Katsuki 'accidentally' 'made it rain' on him.
And that was at a birthday party.
"You know, Icchan. If you think too hard with your face tighten up, you might stay that way." The voice sounded feminine but deep. There was a hint of maturity in her voice. A person in a transition of abandoning her childhood and blossoming into an adult.
Izuku evacuated his thoughts. He looked up and a smile spread over his face.
"If I look like you, then my face will tighten up," he said with a response. He was returned with a hit on his shoulder. It brought a slight stain, but he overlooked it.
The fair-skinned girl sat beside Izuku. She folded her arms and kicked the floor with her feet. Her green hair hung down to her back. It was bouncy and had a strong sheen to it, knowing that she had taken strong consideration in her appearance. Her skin was like porcelain. She didn't need any makeup. Her strongest features were her green eyes and her freckles. Her eyes reminded Izuku of deep swimming pools. He was entranced every time when looking at those deep waters. Her freckles made him blush. He was unsure, but it did. It didn't go unnoticed from his beautiful classmate.
"I can tell I am hypnotizing you with my eyes again," she said while elbowing his shoulder.
"That's obviously a lie," retorted Izuku. "Why would I fall for such a person who can be such an idiot?"
She grabbed his nose. "Pinocchio is showing his true colors," she said teasingly.
"Pinocchio also knows that we are cousins," said Izuku as he winked at her.
"Kissing cousins," she asked gracefully while batting her eyes.
"You know what," he said with defeat. "You win. Happy?"
She giggled. "My pleasure, Icchan."
Izumi Midoriya and Izuku Midoriya are first cousins. Double cousins for Izuku's maternal aunt married Izuku's paternal uncle. Izumi came a prominent family. Her father worked as a computer analyst for Aeon. Her mother worked as a businesswoman for Toyota, which was rare for a woman to work in a position aside from being an office worker.
For her sake, the Midoriya name was known through those in the elite.
Seeing a prominent beauty with a commoner made Izuku a target of bullying from his peers. Mostly because he doesn't set them up with her. Nevertheless, every time he had faced opposition, Izumi was there to have his back.
Izumi pulled a drink out of her backpack. "Sorry, I was unsure if you wanted milk tea or Thai tea." Izuku shook his head. "It didn't matter for as long it is drinkable," he answered. She gave him the milk tea. "Man, this is what I needed," replied Izuku as he quickly consumed his drink.
"Whoa," surprised Izumi. "You were really thirsty." She politely handled her straw to insert before consuming her Thai Tea. There were some elements of her etiquette training. "Remind me to get you two instead of one."
He chuckled. "Sorry, just really, really thirsty."
"You are always really, really thirsty."
"Only when you bring drinks over is when I get that way." He wiped his milk tea mustache with his sleeve. "How did you even know I was here, Izzy?"
Izzy was the nickname Izuku gave her when they were children. Izumi was a big fan of Digimon and the character, Izzy, was her favorite. As for Izuku, he was humbly given Icchan.
"I was out in the commons when Yuga stopped me. He wanted to know if I was going to the party," she asked cheerfully as she displayed the envelope that granted her access to the party.
"I am not sure I want to go," explained Izuku as he wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"Why not, Icchan," asked Izumi. "I think it will be fun. Plus you will have me for support." She bumped his shoulder with her elbow. "Look at it as a rite of passage."
"Yeah, right," replied Izuku. "A rite of passage of drinking, smoking, and sex. None of which I want to indulge."
"Aww, Icchan. Pout, pout! Don't be such a nerd!"
"Izzy," said Izuku with a look of frustration.
"Sorry. I didn't mean it like that," said Izumi. "It is just that it would be awesome to go and discover ourselves."
"Puberty and life are doing that by itself," retorted Izuku.
"What is life without taking risks," questioned Izumi.
Not worrying about pregnancy, date rape, being featured on Maury or Jerry Springer. Shall I go on, cuz?
Izuku was puzzled. It wasn't until the soft hand of his cousin wrapped around his hand.
"Look, consider this to be a social experiment," said Izumi.
"I'm listening."
"Take this as an experimentation to infiltrate the lives of teenagers."
"I'm listening."
"Know what it is like to be in an unfamiliar habitat."
"Keep on."
"You are an observer, new to this kind of environment. And what do most people do when they are out of their environment."
"Either they give up or…"
"ADAPT," shouted Izumi behind his ear.
Izuku couldn't help but smile at Izumi's perspective of this party. He had always admired on how his lovable cousin could look at things differently. She was always his better half, he had thought.
"Izzy, I am going to take you up on your offer," said Izuku.
"Great," shouted Izumi. "This is gonna be so much fun!"
This is gonna be so much fun!
This is gonna be so much fun!
This is gonna be so much fun!
He shouted into his pillow. Tears were soaking his pillow. The thoughts of his cousin loomed into mind. Once again, why did he go to that party?
It wasn't supposed to be like that!