Hey, readers! Here is the epilogue of 'The Tetsuo Youth.' An OOC Izuku x OOC Mina love story! DekuMIna! Enjoy!

A few months later...

Izuku placed his money on the register. The emerald-haired teen was grateful that his mother sent him his allowance. A few of his favorite snacks, particularly honey buns, were on the counter. He had a bottle of milk to aid with his baked good. What he really wanted was a microwave. Unfortunate that the store's microwave was broken. Nevertheless, he can manage. He thought to himself that the few-minute walk back to his apartment will teach him a thing or two about patience.

Also to burn a few calories before packing them on once more.

"Any cigarettes this time," asked the clerk as he placed the treats into the black plastic bag.

"Nah! Not this time," said Izuku as if he had completed an accomplishment. "Trying to control my nicotine." He smiled as he pointed at the black bag. "If I am going to have a vice, then let these sugary goodness suffice."

The clerk nodded in agreement, tying the bag while he rung the cash register. Before he pressed the button to open the register, he turned to the emerald-haired teen. "Don't worry about paying. It's my treat!"

"Really?"

"Sure! Consider being in my good mood to be altruistic."

Izuku wasn't going to complain about free treats, especially his sugary goodness contained in the confines of the plastic bag. "I am grateful, sir. Thank you so much." As he gathered his treats, in the corner of his eye on the television monitor, he had spotted two individuals entering the convenient store.

It was a male and female classmate - a blonde and a brunette. The spiky-haired blonde had a smug look as he had his hand wrapped around the brunette. The blushing brunette kept her arms around him also as they scanned and perused the magazine rack as they made their way to the back. The blonde wore too much cologne to the point that it was spicy and pungent. The brunette was quickly developing poor habits as she was sporting leopard-skinned clothing. She, too, wore heavy perfume and heavy make-up. Even her once pretty skin began to look like leather.

And to think I used to fight over that? Man, what was I thinking?

Izuku lowered his head. There was a sense of calm, a sense of peace reigning in his mind. For some particular reason, he was no longer concerned with their obvious public display of affection. He finally returned his eyes to the clerk. He went forward, urging the clerk to come to his direction. "Here is a few dollars. Whatever they get, they can have. Keep the change."

The clerk to Izuku's request. He handed the teen his bagged items. "Do you want them to know who gave them this?"

"Nah!" He checked his watch to see the time. He had a fixated look as if he was late for an appointment. He turned back to the clerk. "Nah! To know who did it like claiming ownership. I am feeling a bit altruistic like you, sir."

"Have a great evening, sir!"

"You do the same."

The bell from the door made a clicking sound as he exited the convenient store. He stretched his arms wide as he inhaled the evening sky. He was careful to not overdo it or else his nicotine patch will peel off.

Tonight was no different than any night. He was doing his usual evening routine: a convenient store, the library to pick up some books, and the grocery store to pick up his dinner for the night. Only this time, he decided to hit the convenient store last. The change of routine was only because of a certain individual told him to wait on him when she was finished with work.

Izuku was peeping into his bag to be sure that he also had his strawberry fruit pie when hearing a familiar voice.

"Yoo-hoo, Dekkun!" The sweet and pleasant, but rough voice called to him. He turned around and smiled to the familiar voice. It was a girl, dressed in a black-and-white maid uniform, rushing with her high heels toward him. The pinkette woman approached him with an embrace and then following a kiss on the cheek. The softer, entrancing odor of her perfume impacted his nostrils as he pushed her off of him.

"Izuku, really?" She reached into her pocket to pull out a stick of gum. Once putting it into her mouth, she rubbed her shoulder. She, too, was wearing a nicotine patch.

"Sorry, Mina. Still not used to this kind of affection," replied Izuku honestly. He raised his bag of treats in front of her. "Treats for forgiveness?!"

The pinkette's eyes were wide as saucers when seeing her boyfriend bearing gifts. Mina reached for Izuku's head, patting it gently. "You've done well, Izuku! Good boy!"

There was a moment of silence between the pair as their eyes laid upon each other. Ever since their fateful encounter that winter day, there was such a change. Neither could pinpoint its significance, but Mina and Izuku felt their life was anew.

Mina Ashido shed the layers of being a gyaru, a prostitute, a delinquent.

Izuku Midoriya shed the layers of being a loner, a somewhat pessimist.

"Let's not keep your mother waiting." Mina was blushing, turning away as she walked toward her Vespa. "Do you think she will like me?"

"Of course, Mina! The fact she is here lets me know something."

"Do you feel like driving," asked Mina

"I don't have a license," replied Izuku.

"But, can you drive?"

"Yeah, I can."

"Good! If the cops ask, I am teaching you."

Mina handed to keys to Izuku. Upon receiving the keys, she grabbed Izuku's hips. Surprised by her sudden contact, Izuku saw her lips making contact with his. The smell of honeydew, fried foods from her uniform entranced his nostrils. He shut his eyes, wanting to feel, to taste, to touch the very delinquent, the very misfit that he had grown to love over these past few months.

She broke the kiss. She was stammering, turning beet red as she wiped the saliva from his lips with her finger. "Shall we go?"

Izuku nodded in agreement. "Let's!"

She handed him his helmet as they got onto the Vespa. She sat behind him as he turned on the engine. He scanned the area before heading out onto the street.

The sun sank lower in the sky, light of day draining away, giving way to the velvety dark of night, crickets chirping, dusky, colors subdued in the fading light, first buzz of mosquitoes, street lights click on, day winding down, first star in the night sky, short June darkness, air became cooler, evening landscape, twilight had fallen, the sharp shadow of the lamppost had faded into the dark of the sidewalk, fading light, only the faintest of light shone through the leaves, soon it grew dark, darkening sky, a close silence in the dim evening light.

The duo stopped at a red light. Mina patted Izuku's helmet. "Izuku, I have to show you something."

"Sure!"

She gave him her cell phone. It was a picture of Mina. She was in the bathroom taking a selfie of her maid costume at the restaurant she works. She gave herself a peace sign while raising her skirt, showing her blue-and-white stripped panties.

"Really, Mina?"

"Made you peep!"

"Somewhere in that brain of yours, Ashido lives. Doesn't she?"

"Searching for that disconnected boy like you, Dekkun!"

The End!