Authors Note: So I forgot to post this chapter on this site, and for that, I am sorry. I know you are wondering what a Christmas chapter has to do with the story, and I say not much. But anything that has been marked with Past is Cannon to this story. Anything Future is not. It is not canon. It is not me saying where the story is going. It was more me thinking about stuff. So I hope you enjoy it.
-Christmas Future-
"Isn't it poetic, brother, that our final battle should take place tonight?" Neito proclaimed dramatically. "That after tonight I you will be dead, and so shall that red-headed wench; I shall spare my future queen, though she will have to be cleansed; maybe I will reset her so she is once again clean and pure for me to dirty up."
"Holy fuck are you done?" Izuku said.
"What…?" Neito was confused.
"How much longer do I have to listen to your bullshit," Izuku continued. "The cameras are off; we shut them off, no one can hear you, no one cares. I am going to kill you; then, a program will be running to erase your name from the books." Izuku's body came alive with One for All.
"You're lying?" he said, looking at the cameras. "We are fated to fight, two brothers doing battle for the fate of humanity. The world must know of my greatness; they will bow and cower before me!"
"No, they won't; I am going to kill you, that's it, that's all, you are done," Izuku stomped forward. "Nothing will save you; you are only here because you have nowhere left to run; all your "allies" are either dead, in jail, or have switched sides."
"No, this has been the plan!" Nieto cackled manically.
"Now, Mei!" Izuku called out; suddenly, the metal cylinders burst out of the ground, and an area was flooded with a sickly green hue as spores fluttered about the area, now visible under the light. "Kinoko!" he said. The spores turned into mushrooms, attaching to everything and anything.
Neito froze; he waved his hand in a chopping motion, but nothing happened; he started touching different strands of hair from his power gauntlet, trying to call upon quirks within his body, only for nothing to happen.
"What have you done?" he screamed.
"Quirks are a curious thing; they are powered by energy; the quirk levels in our bodies measure that energy; that is why quirk dampening cuffs work; they disrupt that energy flow. Your former classmate Kinoko, maybe you remember her. She can make mushrooms and those fucking things; those little tiny spores just love to get anywhere they can." Izuku waived his hand dismissively. "Like some asshole running his mouth. My daughter also can rewind things, like quirk factors; the mushrooms mimic that."
Neito shut his mouth and brought his scarf up over his nose.
"Don't worry, it is only temporary. You see, my friends are much smarter than yours. AND they really don't like you," Izuku started walking forward. "You have no quirks, I have no quirks, but you see, I have been training my body daily. When I first met Suijin, I walked into Itsuka's Dojo, and every day since then, when MY father chose me to inherit One for All, and every day after that. You attempted to kidnap my daughters, my girlfriends, drag us into some sick and delusional fantasy.
Neito stepped back and fell as Izuku continued to advance. "This isn't going to be some amazing battle of quirks where you get to try and surprise me and oh and ah, and maybe eke out a victory. I am going to beat you to death with my bare hands, that's why the cameras are off, and if by some fucking miracle I fail, the rest of my friends are going to do it for me."
"Brother…you can't…" he began to plead.
"Oh, I can, and I will," Izuku smiled. "Like is said to the sperm donor, we may share blood but that doesn't make us family. You don't get to go out with a bang and a show; you get to go out with a whimper and maybe some begging."
-Christmas Present- (ish)
Izuku finished his round of checking the dorms; they were empty and quiet. He stopped by the storage room to retrieve the Santa Presents. Everyone had gone home for the holiday break; Momo and Itsuka would be by in the morning, along with his father and Torino. So all through the dorms, no creature was stirring, not even an Inari or an Eri. They were tucked away in bed, peacefully asleep; it had been a tranquil night of watching holiday cartoons, hot chocolate, and cookies they had decorated with the girls. After they made sure that cookies and milk were set out for Santa, special Christmas pajamas, and a song, they drifted off to sleep together in Eri's bed.
He entered the apartment and set out all the presents, stuffing the stockings and ensuring it was ready for the morning; the girls would be by at 4 am to ensure they were there when the little ones woke up. He was already wondering where they were going to put everything, not that storage was an issue with the expansion to his quarters that had been done once Eri came into his life, but the amount of presents out under the tree from members of the class, and what he had an inkling that Momo and Itsuka had gotten, then there was All-Might, Torino, Midnight, and the others these poor kids were going to pass out just from opening presents.
He missed his girlfriends for various reasons, but he had grown so used to having them here. Once they had combined the dorms, Momo, who was already sleeping in his room more often than not, and Itsuka started to do the same. Add Mistletoe, and it had been a crazy few weeks before the Christmas break. He had been kissed, had kissed. It seemed to be a game of seeing if they could catch him under the plant.
He snapped pictures of the tree and all the presents and sent them to the girls before slipping his phone back into his pocket. He was about to head to bed when he almost forgot about the milk and cookies; he ate a few cookies and drank the milk like a good daddy. Illusions had to be maintained. Eri was all in on Christmas once it was explained that Overhaul kept Santa away, and now that she was in her home, he would definitely be coming this year.
His but vibrated, curious. He looked at his phone to see a comment in the group chat from the girls about how pretty the tree looked and how much they missed him. He responded in kind with an I wish you were here. His phone chimed again, and this time, it was a photo. He nearly dropped his phone.
Momo and Itsuka were wearing nothing but a big red ribbon with red silk stockings and Santa hats…sitting on his bed…then he heard the faint sound of Santa Baby coming from his room.
Itsuka: Get your gift, Santa!
Momo: Your gifts are waiting to be unwrapped.
He gently pushed open the door, his room not bathed in some Christmas lights for ambiance, but more importantly, sat kneeling on the bed, heads tiled slightly downward, looking up at him through their eyelashes, ruby red lips parted.
"Welcome home, Santa!" they said in unison as Izuku closed the door behind him. He crawled slowly off the bed. To him, his mouth was hanging open, and they guided his hand to hold the ribbons as he slowly pulled away, revealing nothing underneath.
Momo came to his left, "Tonight, we belong to you," she purred.
"Anything you want," Itsuka said, matching Momo's tone.
"Anything you desire," said Momo as she pressed her body to his side.
"Ask, and we will do," Itsuka said, mirroring.
"A-Anything?" he managed.
"Anything," they responded in unison. Momo stepped away and pressed the sound-dampening button in All-Might's house.
"We don't want to wake the girls, do we?"
Izuku shook his head as he was stripped of his clothes and pulled to the bed; none of them got any sleep that night.
-Christmas Dream-
Eri was hugging something she didn't know what, though; her mind was clawing towards wakefulness, but it was slow. She often either didn't wake up alone, a nightmare, banging on the door, or her hair was grabbing the worst.
That wasn't correct. The worst was when she dreamed that she was anywhere else but in this cold place. Somewhere, she felt a feeling she didn't understand; she couldn't name it, but she would always cry whenever she was waking from that feeling. She would shut her eyes and desperately try to return to whatever dream she had been pulled from. She could never remember the dream or the feeling completely. It felt like she was warm inside, in her chest.
This time was different as her mind became more aware. She was getting closer to the feeling, not leaving it behind. Slowly, other things began to register soft; she was lying on some so soft. Softer than anything she had ever experienced. She was warm, not just the thing she was holding but all around her; she wasn't cold, which was odd.
The first thing she saw was black hair, but it had hints of blue and green and a faint bubble gum scent. She felt arms around her; she was being hugged and immediately realized she was hugging a little girl. Smaller than her, this little girl was precious to her, important. Has she had Overhaul kidnapped someone else? She knew the answer was no; there was no sterile smell, no scent of artificial lemon. She smelt...she didn't realize at first. Then the information popped into her head: cinnamon and apples.
She didn't know precisely what those things were, but apples she knew they were her favorite things to eat.
Some voices were soft and muffled, but they didn't scare her. Instead, they gave her that feeling deep inside. The little girl began to move; slowly, her eyes opened with pretty blue-green eyes. She smiled at Eri, then some dawning comprehension, and the little girl sat up and looked to a window.
Eri's room had a window! And she could see outside light!
"Eri, it's Christmas!" The Girl said excitedly. "Come on, we have to see if Santa came!"
The little girl scrambled out of bed; Eri was excited by those words. "Eri, come on, hurry up!"
Eri was out of bed before realizing she had moved; her feet landed on soft, warm floors, and her nightgown was warm and clean. No holes or anything, and it matched the little girl...Inari her name was Inari. This was Eri's room, and Inari was her little sister. Eri's job was to help protect and protect her like her…her daddy protected her. "Daddy!" she heard her sister yell.
"Good Morning, my darling girl," she heard a rich, warm voice that immediately tugged at her, "Merry Christmas,"
"Merry Christmas, Daddy! Mommies MERRY CHRISTMAS!" Inari yelled.
Daddy ran out of the room and looked towards the kitchen; he stood beside the counter, looking at her.
"Merry Christmas, Eri," he said; it made her freeze, and then two more voices chimed in, her mommies.
"Merry Christmas, Eri," they said.
Eri bolted to the man, to her daddy; this was the feeling that danced away when she did dream, the one that was so far away most of her life. Love. She was loved, they loved her. No other qualifiers, no other questions. It was love. He picked her up and hugged her tight; it was pure love. The mommies, with Inari, joined in on the hug, and it was love.
"You okay, Eri," his voice was soft, full-on, and concerned; she didn't even realize a few tears had made the run for freedom.
She just nodded her head, "I love you," she said to him. "I love you, Mommies, and I love you, Inair!"
"We love you," they replied.
"Let's open presents," he said; she nodded and finally saw the tree and all the presents. Her eyes widened, and as she and Inari wormed their way down, they ran over and stared in joy and wonder.
"HO-HO!" they heard from the door as it opened. They walked All-Might, Grandpa, Toshi, or Dad, depending on who you asked. He was in the complete red suit with the hat. He came in with the big red sac; he set it down and scooped up Eri and Inari, giving them kisses and Christmas greetings. Torino waited patiently for his turn after. Momo and Itsuka were next, followed by Izuku.
"You know that is surprisingly restrained, Dad?" he said, looking at the sac. When his father refused to look him in the eye, he immediately became suspicious. "Dad?"
"The rest are in the common room," Torino said with a smirk, rating Toshi out.
"Dad?" Izuku said.
"What Momo's other presents are out there?" he said, throwing the girl under the bus.
"Momo!" Izuku said his girlfriend had the decency to blush.
"In my defense, my love, those are from my parents; they may have been a little excited this year," Momo replied.
"Before I get rated out, there are some from my parents, and my grandmother sent a few things, but nothing like what these did," Itsuka said as she walked over to the kitchen to fix coffee for Torino and Toshi.
"Wait, there are more presents!" Inari said, shocked.
"More than all this?" Eri added.
"Yes, girls," Izuku said, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Let's take a few pictures, then we can see what Santa brought you!"
Controlled Chaos, it was controlled chaos. Trash bags full of wrapping paper and boxes, new clothes, new toys. They had to take a break for breakfast before they even finished what was in the apartment.
Momo and Itsuka's phones both dinged at the same time, immediately raising suspicions in Izuku. When they left the apartment, a massive cacophony of "MERRY CHRISTMAS ERI AND INARI!" greeted them, and the little girls jumped. Izuku did as well, standing in the common room with all their classmates, 1-A and 1-B, with presents and Christmas hats.
It was just perfect; Eri couldn't have dreamed of anything better; she hadn't. That night, surrounded by new stuffed animals and her sister, she nestled down for the night. Her mommies sang them to sleep that night as visions of happiness and the endless possibilities of tomorrow. She snuggled in with a stuffed animal older than all the others. It was a green bunny. It was a whole year older, her first stuffed animal. She didn't know why, but this one was very special. She slowly drifted to sleep, knowing what she had been missing love.
When she awoke, the room was dark, the bed was hard and she was cold. Frantically she looked around all the good parts were gone, she tried desperately to remember but it all started to slip away. She cried some as it left her; when the door opened softly, her heart skipped a beat, and terror crept into her mind. But then she saw it wasn't Overhaul. Instead, it was her caretaker, Abby. Abby looked around and slipped in like she was doing something she wasn't supposed to be.
Abby was thin and tired-looking, but she always tried to smile for Eri. She came over and produced the stuffed green bunny from Eri's dream. "Merry Christmas, Eri," the girl whispered. "Next year, maybe we can have a tree."
Eri took the bunny and squeezed it so tight; she liked the rabbit's green eyes; they were bright, and though she couldn't remember everything, she could remember the person with the green eyes. They were the ones that reminded her what love was, even if it was only in a dream.
-Christmas Past-
She awoke, and the room was different; it didn't feel the same, with no pink wall, no All-Might plushy. Inari looked around the room. It looked familiar, but not the familiar she was used to, so she started to cry.
"it's okay baby, Momma is here," a sweet voice came from out of the room, out of view. Inari knew that voice; it resonated in her soul and heart, and with every fiber of her being, that voice rang inside of her. "MOMMA!" she screamed; she frantically began to scramble, trying to get to her feet; she kept crying out in the darkened room, "MOMMA! MOMMA!" It was desperate, broken screams. The door flew open, and she was, with blue/black hair and those brilliant blue eyes. Inari started to wail; words no longer worked, and emotion was all there.
Once, she was lifted into those arms that had existed for so long only in memory, the woman in the picture, the woman above her bed who watched over her. The woman would come into her dreams sometimes and chase the monsters or whatever was bothering her away. Who did the best tea parties? Who would sing to her every night?
In those arms, Inari clung to desperately, trying to find words but unable to say them. So she cried and clung to her, the one she dreamed about, the Momma she ached for. She loved her Momma's Momo and Itsu, but she wouldn't let this one go, never again.
-Suijin-
The sound of Inari crying pulled her away from the report she was working on. She responded quickly, but Inari kept calling; the desperation made her think something had happened. She ran into the room, and there was her baby girl standing in her crib, crying. It seemed that once Inari saw her, it got worse, more desperate. Suijin was worried as she had never heard her like that. She scooped her up into her arms, and Inari clung to her. Suijin did her best to calm her down, but it wasn't easy.
"Hey, is everything ok?" came a voice from the doorway.
"I don't know," Suijin responded without turning around. "Can you get the light, Himi?"
-Inari-
Once her eyes adjusted, the light blinded Inari for a moment, and she could see her Mom smiling at her. "See, it's okay, baby girl," Inari kissed and hugged her. "Did you have a bad dream?"
Inari nodded. Was it all a bad dream…then she saw Himiko Toga staring at her. "Go away!" Inari said, burying her head on Suijin's shoulder.
"Merry Christmas to you, too," Himiko smirked.
"Oh!" Suijin said suddenly. "It's Christmas, Inari. Do you want to see if Santa brought you anything?
"Santa, my ass," Himiko muttered, but when Suijin shot her a glare, she looked guilty. "Yeah, Inari, let's see what Santa brought you."
They emerged from the bedroom and entered a small living room; on a rickety coffee table was a small tree decorated with lights and a few ornaments, with a simple star on the top. Inari looked around, confused, her thoughts all a jumble. "Daddy?"
"Sorry baby, Santa couldn't bring him this time," Suijin said as the weight of her lies pressed down on her.
"All you have to do is tell him," Himiko said.
"NO!" Suijin said suddenly, it came out harshly. "No, I know he would, but I don't want him to give up everything. After U.A. I will, and I pray that he forgives me."
"You could always just break up with him," Himiko said as she looked at Suijin with longing; she had made advances on the girl only to be rejected. She had contemplated just killing Izuku, but when she was in the city staring at him, he was just so damn cute, and the heartache it would cause may backfire in the long run.
"I love him, Himiko; I love him so much, that is why I won't tell him," Suijin stared at her. "You just don't know him like I do."
"Yet why didn't you tell him about your parents being villains? Afraid he would turn you in? I bet he would run for the hills if you had my quirk," Himiko countered.
"No, he wouldn't, Himi; he would accept you, and I never told him because that isn't his problem," Suijin replied. "Inari could have your quirk; he would love and protect her. The part that hurts the most is that I know that he will forgive me, even though I know he will be hurt and angry, and he will forgive me and my lover Inari unconditionally."
"How sure are you?" Himiko asked.
"Because I know Izuku, and I know how much he loves me," Suijin smiled as a few tears pooled in the corner of her eyes.
"No cry, Momma," Inari said. "No cry." Inari tried to wipe her Suijin's eyes and kiss her cheek.
"Love…" Himiko whispered. If he loves her that much, would he love me? Then, if he loves me and Suijin loves me…
"Look at the presents, Inari," Suijin said, changing the subject, "Your Aunty Itsuka sent you something; Daddy sent a present for Himiko, Grandma and Grandpa, and even one for Santa." She said excitedly.
"SANTA!" Inari said.
"Come on, let's go back to bed; I will lie down with you," Suijin said.
"What about your report?" Himiko interjected.
"It isn't due till I go back after the New Year," Suijin snuggled Inari in tightly. "Come on, Inari, let's go to bed."
"I could double for you again," Himiko offered. "I don't mind."
"It's okay, Himi, but come on, you can lie down with us, but watch those hands, missy, or go back to your room!" Suijin said with a hint of steel.
"I will be good," Himiko muttered.
Himiko took the spot by the wall, with Inari in the middle. "Do you want a song?" Inari nodded; she didn't want to go to sleep; something was screaming at her to stay awake. She just knew that when she went to sleep, this mommy would be gone; she held onto Suijin as tight as she could cause maybe if he held on tight enough, she couldn't help but cry some, the tears leaking out her eyes were shut so tight.
"It will be okay, baby; in the morning, I will still be here, and we can open presents, I promise," Suijin whispered. "Let momma sing you a song."
Baby, mine, don't you cry
Baby, mine, dry your eyes.
Rest your head close to my heart.
Never to part, baby of mine
Little one, when you play
Don't you mind what they say?
Let those eyes sparkle and shine.
Never a tear, baby of mine
If they knew sweet little you
They'd end up loving you, too.
All those same people who scold you
What they'd give just for the right to hold you
Inari fought; she fought the pull, the tug; Suijin gently stroked her head.
From your head down to your toes
You're not much, goodness knows.
But you're so precious to me.
Sweet as can be, baby of mine
All of those people who scold you
What they'd give just for the right to hold you
She couldn't; she felt it pulling her down; all she could do was try and hold on if she just held on…"I love you, Momma."
From your head down to your toes
You're not much, goodness knows.
But you're so precious to me.
Sweet as can be, baby of mine
Baby of mine
"I love you more."
When Inari's eyes opened again, she was in a crib, All-Might plushy, pink walls, and a picture hanging on the wall. She started crying.
-Christmas Farther Future-
Izuku landed on the balcony of the massive estate, thankful the night was over. He was exhausted. These patrols were getting harder and harder. As he walked in, he stopped and smiled. There, sitting on one sofa by the tree, were his wives.
"Long night, my darling?" Momo said, giving a long stretch as she got to her feet.
"Are you hungry?" Itsuka said, doing the same.
"Yes to both of those questions," he said. "Were patrols always this hard?"
"Yes!" they both responded.
"That is why you are retiring," Toru said, coming from down the hall; she walked over and kissed his cheek. "All the grandbabies are out like a light," she announced.
"it is amazing the embers lasted this long!" Itsuka said from the kitchen.
"You are not regretting your decision, are you?" Momo said, walking, taking his hand, and leading him down the hall to their bedroom to get changed.
"No, 30 years is enough; Eri and Inari are doing great and have full control of One for All," he sighed. "The kids are graduating, are about to graduate, taking internships; I have missed so much."
"Toru is pregnant; I think I would like one more. Itsuka says she is done, but I think otherwise," Momo said, helping him out of his costume.
"It would be nice actually to be able not to miss birthdays and special events," he responded. "When did you want to try?"
"I can stop taking my birth control tomorrow, and then we can just let it happen when it happens," she smiled at him.
After changing, he walked back to the kitchen, where he could see Itsuka fidgeting around; he took his plate and kissed her tenderly, "If you want to try for another, I would be happy too," she just smiled and nodded.
After eating, they all sat on the couch as the snow began to fall; with shared kisses, they welcomed another Christmas and the future of possibilities it carried with it. Izuku closed his eyes and though of those no longer with them, Toshi, Torino, his mother and of course Suijin. A girl who saved a boy from being drowned in a river, who believed in him, came to love him and gave him such a strong reason to fight. When he opened his eyes he looked out onto the balcony of their shared home, the snow falling beginning to paint the landscape anew, giving a sense of the blank canvas that every tomorrow was and could be.