Hey, guys. BD here with another installment of "Izumi For The Weekday." It has been four years since the last chapter and I want to slowly build this bit. Enjoy!
Izuku tugged nervously at the skirt of his UA uniform, the unfamiliar fabric brushing against his legs, sending a strange sensation through his body. It wasn't just the skirt that felt foreign—it was everything. His reflection in the mirror that morning had been almost unrecognizable. His green curls were the same, but his face was softer, his body smaller and curvier. He had become a girl overnight, and despite the whirlwind of confusion swirling in his mind, school had to go on as usual.
Standing outside of Momo's dorm, he felt an odd blend of anxiety and exhaustion. He had barely slept, tossing and turning as he tried to figure out how and why this had happened. But no answers had come, and now, here he was, standing in a skirt, feeling more out of place than ever. To the outside world, he looked like a girl—no one knew what had happened except for Momo. How she'd accepted so quickly, he wasn't sure, but her calmness and willingness to help had been a lifeline.
In many ways than one.
Yawning, Izuku leaned against the wall, waiting for Momo and Shouto. Momo had mentioned earlier that she wanted to make sure Shouto was "prepared" for class, and although he wasn't sure (yeah, right) what she meant by that, he trusted her. Momo had always been dependable, her meticulous nature ensuring everything was handled perfectly, even in a situation as bizarre as this.
The door finally opened with a quiet click, and Momo stepped out, her expression full of pride and excitement. "Let me introduce you to the new and improved Shouto Todoroki," she said with a grin, her voice filled with playful energy.
Izuku straightened up, eyes widening as Shouto emerged from the room. Just like Izuku, Shouto had also transformed into a girl overnight. He was dressed in the UA girls' uniform, his usually sharp features now softened, his heterochromatic eyes framed by a delicate face. His long, two-toned hair cascaded over his shoulders in a way that Izuku had never imagined seeing before. Shouto looked... beautiful.
Izuku's cheeks flushed a deep red. He hadn't expected to be so struck by how pretty Shouto looked. It was disorienting, and for a moment, he was at a loss for words. Shouto, noticing Izuku's stare, seemed to shrink a little, his own cheeks tinged with pink as he shifted awkwardly.
Momo, ever observant, chuckled softly. "He's still getting used to it," she said, giving Shouto a gentle pat on the back. Izuku understood. He was still reeling himself. The sudden gender change was one thing, but the reactions and emotions it brought with it were another entirely.
"Are you ready for class?" Momo asked brightly, her confidence unwavering.
Izuku nodded, though his stomach gave a soft rumble of protest, reminding him he hadn't eaten yet. "Maybe we should stop for breakfast first?" he suggested hesitantly, still feeling a bit shy in this new form.
Momo beamed, seemingly unfazed by everything. "I don't mind at all! Breakfast is on me today." Then, with a wink and a playful grin, she added, "After all, I have to treat my girlfriends right."
The word "girlfriends" hit Izuku like a wave, and he felt the heat rise to his face again. Shouto, too, looked even more embarrassed, his gaze darting away as he tugged at the hem of his skirt.
Momo laughed lightly, clearly enjoying their reactions, though she quickly added, "Don't worry, no one else knows yet. We've got time to figure this out." Her reassurance was comforting, though the strangeness of the situation lingered in the air.
The early morning air was cool and crisp, the quiet hum of the city just beginning to stir as the sky lightened with the first hints of dawn. Izuku walked slightly behind Momo and Shouto, the sound of their footsteps echoing softly against the pavement. The campus was unusually serene at this hour, the usual rush of students absent, giving them a momentary reprieve from the chaos that loomed on the horizon.
Izuku breathed in deeply, the chill air refreshing as it filled his lungs. Despite the odd tightness of the girls' uniform against his chest and the unfamiliar brush of the skirt against his thighs, there was something calming about this quiet morning walk. The world felt suspended in time, as if it hadn't yet realized how drastically his own reality had shifted.
When Izuku had suggested eating breakfast off-campus, Momo had smiled knowingly, her eyes twinkling with amusement. She hadn't questioned his motives—she'd simply agreed, as if understanding exactly what he was trying to do. He was stalling, of course. The thought of facing his classmates, who still had no idea that he had changed overnight, was overwhelming. This little detour was his way of delaying the inevitable.
The city streets were quiet, with only a few early risers passing by on their way to work or their own morning routines. Izuku could smell the bakery before he could see it—a rich, inviting aroma of fresh bread, butter, and coffee wafting through the air, stirring his empty stomach. Momo had mentioned this bakery before, talking about how the pastries were made fresh every morning. It was a cozy little shop, tucked away from the main streets, with large glass windows that let the warm glow of light spill out onto the sidewalk.
As they walked, Izuku caught a glimpse of Momo reaching out, her fingers lightly brushing against Shouto's before she took his hand in hers. Shouto's reaction was almost imperceptible—a slight tensing of his shoulders, his eyes darting briefly to their interlaced hands before settling into a resigned sort of acceptance. It was a far cry from the ease and boldness he had shown the night before during their more intimate moments, but the determination was still there. Even though he now had the body of a girl, Shouto was serious about making Momo his girlfriend. It was written all over his face in the way he glanced at her with that quiet intensity of his, even though he was still adjusting to the changes.
Izuku watched them for a moment, a small pang of something stirring in his chest. He was happy for them—truly. Momo and Shouto had a special connection that transcended the physical, and that much was obvious. But still, there was a flicker of jealousy he couldn't quite shake. Not because he wanted what they had, but because it reminded him of his own feelings for Ochako.
He could see her in his mind as clearly as if she were walking beside him—her warm, bright smile, the way her eyes lit up when she laughed, the way she had always been there for him, supporting him, believing in him. He had been thinking about her a lot more lately, but now, with this unexpected change, everything felt even more complicated. He wanted to tell her how he felt, to finally be honest with her. But would she be okay with the fact that, on the outside, he no longer looked like the boy she knew? Even if he still felt like that boy inside?
He sighed, his fingers absently toying with the hem of his skirt as he mulled over his thoughts. The feeling of the fabric was still strange—both light and constricting at the same time. His legs, once muscular and strong, now felt delicate and soft. It was a constant reminder of the change he was struggling to comprehend.
Ahead of him, Momo glanced over her shoulder and caught him lost in thought. She smiled warmly, her eyes full of understanding. "Izuku," she said softly, "you're thinking too much again."
Her words snapped him out of his reverie, and he chuckled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. "I can't help it," he admitted. "There's just... a lot to think about."
Momo's expression softened as she squeezed Shouto's hand, her grip gentle but reassuring. "We're all figuring this out together," she said. "One step at a time. No rush."
Izuku nodded, feeling a little of the tension ease from his shoulders. Momo had a way of making things seem simpler, even when everything felt overwhelming. He glanced over at Shouto, who, despite his own quiet awkwardness, nodded in agreement. Maybe they were right. Maybe he didn't have to figure everything out right now. Maybe it was enough to just get through the day.
As they approached the bakery, the warm light spilling through the windows wrapped around them like a comforting embrace. The inside of the shop was cozy and inviting, with wooden tables and chairs scattered around, and baskets of fresh pastries lining the counter. The scent of cinnamon, sugar, and butter filled the air, making Izuku's stomach growl in anticipation.
Momo opened the door, holding it open for both of them with a graceful gesture. "After you," she said, smiling as they stepped inside.
Izuku felt a bit out of place as he stood at the counter, glancing up at the chalkboard menu and trying to decide what to order. Usually, he would have gone for something simple like a coffee and a bagel, something quick and familiar. But today, everything felt unfamiliar—right down to the way the barista smiled at him, a little too warmly, as she took his order.
"How about a cinnamon roll?" the barista suggested with a bright grin. "It's sweet and tasty—just like you!"
Izuku's face immediately flushed, his hand gripping the edge of the counter as he tried to process the sudden compliment. Sweet and tasty? He wasn't sure how to respond to that. Before he could even think of something to say, Momo let out a soft laugh behind him, clearly amused by the exchange. Meanwhile, Shouto shifted awkwardly, quickly ducking behind Momo's shoulder as if trying to hide from the attention.
Izuku turned to glance at them, realizing with a small smile that Shouto was playing the "shy girl" role quite convincingly. The way he kept his eyes down, occasionally peeking out from behind Momo's arm, made him seem more delicate than Izuku had ever seen him. It was strange but also oddly endearing.
With a nervous chuckle, Izuku gave in and ordered the cinnamon roll. He couldn't exactly refuse now. As he stepped aside to wait, Momo approached the counter and ordered her usual, a cappuccino and a croissant, before casually mentioning that she'd be sharing it with Shouto. Izuku caught the way her eyes twinkled when she said it—like it was her little secret that Shouto would blush about later.
Once their orders were ready, the trio found a quiet corner booth, nestled away from the larger windows of the bakery. Momo had been wise in choosing a spot where they could be more discreet, knowing that soon, students from UA would be making their way through the city, and their little breakfast retreat would have to come to an end. But for now, it was peaceful, and the soft chatter of early morning patrons was enough to make it feel normal.
"Eat up," Momo said with a smile, gesturing to their plates. Izuku nodded, picking at the cinnamon roll tentatively at first, before giving in to the sweet, gooey deliciousness of it. It wasn't something he usually ate, but today, it felt comforting.
Across from him, Momo was taking full advantage of the moment, playfully feeding Shouto little bites of her croissant. Shouto, for his part, was shyly accepting the bites with the smallest of smiles, his cheeks still slightly flushed. The way they interacted now was softer, quieter than usual—a side of them that Izuku hadn't seen before.
As he ate, Izuku's thoughts began to wander, his gaze drifting to the street outside the bakery. Soon, they'd be back at UA, and he would be stepping into his role as "Izumi" instead of Izuku. He wasn't sure how his classmates would react to the sudden change. Momo had reassured him, telling him that Principal Nezu had taken care of everything—that his transition wouldn't come as a complete shock to the others. But still, Izuku couldn't help but feel a bit nervous.
Would they see him as the same person? Or would this new appearance change their perception of him completely? He had always been Izuku Midoriya—earnest, determined, sometimes awkward, but always striving to be a hero. Now, as "Izumi," he wasn't sure if he could still embody all of those things.
As he took another bite of the cinnamon roll, the sweetness filling his senses, he wondered how it would feel to be seen as someone else, even if only in appearance. Could he still be the same hero he had always wanted to be, even if the world saw him differently now?
His thoughts were quickly interrupted by the soft flick of scone crumbs hitting his arm. He blinked, glancing up just in time to see Momo grinning at him from across the table, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
"You've got to quit overthinking everything," she teased lightly, crossing her arms and leaning back in her seat. "Or are you just thinking about last night, when we all got really acquainted?" There was a playful, almost wicked glint in her eyes as she watched his reaction.
Izuku's face immediately flushed a deep red, and he quickly hid behind his cinnamon roll as if it could somehow shield him from the embarrassment. He could hear Momo's light laughter, her teasing tone ringing through the cozy little bakery as she continued to enjoy his flustered state. Even Shouto, who had been quietly sipping his drink, let out a small chuckle, though he quickly averted his gaze when Izuku glanced his way.
"Relax," Momo said, her tone softening as she leaned forward again. "You know Nezu's got you covered. And if it helps, you can always tell everyone you're Izuku's cousin from the United States. Mom pulled a few strings to make sure everything's in order."
Izuku lowered the cinnamon roll just enough to peer at her over the top of it, his brows furrowed in confusion. "Izuku's cousin?"
Momo nodded, looking entirely too pleased with herself. "Sure! If anyone asks, you're Izumi Midoriya, visiting from Seattle." She paused for a moment, then added with a smirk, "Besides, don't you actually have a cousin named Izumi?"
Izuku sighed, setting the cinnamon roll down and rubbing his temple. "Yeah… I do," he admitted reluctantly. "But she's nothing like me. She's… well, a megabitch, to put it lightly. Total opposite of me."
Momo chuckled again, clearly enjoying the banter. "Well, lucky for you, no one here knows her," she said with a playful wink. "And as for Shouto, his name is common enough, so people won't think twice about it."
Izuku glanced over at Shouto, raising an eyebrow. "Isn't it a bit of a coincidence, though? A female doppelgänger of Shouto showing up out of nowhere?"
Momo furrowed her brows and shrugged, her expression turning thoughtful for a moment. "I mean, yeah, it's a little suspicious, but we don't have all the answers yet. Besides, the point is to buy us time. You're supposed to be 'new students' until we figure things out."
She reached across the table and lightly tapped Izuku's hand with her finger. "So, until then, try to have a little fun with it. Think of it as an opportunity—something new to explore. Plus, you've got the chance to play the flirty girl for a while. Who knows? You might be good at it."
Izuku blushed even deeper at that suggestion, staring down at his plate as if it held all the answers to his predicament. The idea of being flirty—especially as a girl—wasn't something he'd ever considered before. But there was something about the way Momo said it that made it seem almost… playful. Like it didn't have to be a big deal, just a part of this strange new experience.
"Flirty, huh?" he mumbled, more to himself than anyone else, still trying to wrap his mind around the idea. He could feel Momo and Shouto watching him, both of them clearly amused by his awkwardness.
"Why not?" Momo said, her voice light and encouraging. "You've been serious your whole life, Izuku. Maybe it's time to loosen up a little. Who knows what might happen?"
Izuku glanced up at her, his expression still unsure but softening. Maybe she was right. Maybe this was an opportunity to see things from a different perspective, to experience the world in a new way. Even if it was temporary, maybe it could be… fun.
A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips, and he reached for his cinnamon roll again, taking a bite as he considered her words. "I guess I could try," he said quietly.
Momo clapped her hands together in mock celebration. "That's the spirit!" she exclaimed, her grin wide and playful. "You've got this, Izumi."
Izuku rolled his eyes at the use of the name but couldn't help the smile that grew on his face. He still had no idea how everything would play out once they were back at UA.
Izuku could feel the tension rising in his chest as soon as he heard the soft chime of the bakery's door. The familiar voices of Kyouka, Mina, and Tooru filled the small café, and his stomach lurched. There was no way he was ready to face his classmates—not like this. Before he could even process the thought, his instincts kicked in. He muttered a quick excuse to Momo under his breath and quietly slipped out of the booth, disappearing into the restroom at the back of the bakery just as the girls made their way inside.
"Great. As if the universe wanted to see me fail today," Izuku whispered to himself, locking the door behind him. He pressed his back against the cool tile wall, trying to calm his racing heart. His reflection in the mirror stared back at him—this new face, these unfamiliar features—and for a moment, he wondered how long he could hide.
Meanwhile, Momo watched with mild amusement as Izuku made his escape, vanishing just in time as Kyouka, Mina, and Tooru spotted her and began making their way toward the booth. Momo took a deep breath, settling herself with ease as they approached, her calm smile never faltering.
"Momo!" Kyouka called out, her voice light and warm as she stepped forward to give her friend a hug. The hug lingered for a moment before Kyouka pulled back, her gaze falling on the girl sitting next to Momo. Her brows furrowed in confusion as she studied Shouto's delicate new features.
"Who's this?" Kyouka asked, curiosity coloring her voice. She wasn't used to seeing anyone unfamiliar with Momo, especially not someone as striking as the girl sitting next to her.
"This," Momo said, gesturing toward Shouto with a playful smile, "is Shouto."
Kyouka blinked, taken aback, and Tooru bounced on her heels in excitement, her invisible form radiating energy. "Oh my gosh! Shouto, you're gorgeous!" she exclaimed, completely oblivious to the tension simmering beneath the surface.
Shouto blushed deeply, shifting uncomfortably in his seat, trying to hide behind Momo's shoulder, but not quite succeeding. His shy demeanor was a stark contrast to his usual stoic nature, and Izuku, had he been present, might have found some comfort in that.
Mina, always the bold one, smirked and teased, "Same name as our classmate, huh? What are the odds?"
Momo, ever quick on her feet, offered a smooth explanation. "Yeah, it's just a coincidence. There are plenty of people named Shouto, you know." Her smile was calm and practiced, like she had rehearsed this conversation in her mind long before it happened.
Kyouka nodded, though she still looked suspicious. Something about the situation didn't quite add up, but before she could press further, Momo said, "And this is Izumi Midoriya."
Momo's eyes flicked toward the now-empty spot where Izuku had been sitting.
There was a pause, the air thick with confusion. Tooru tilted her head as if trying to follow the introduction. "Another invisible girl named Izumi Midoriya. Pretty cool!" Then it hit her — "Izumi? Like… Izuku Midoriya? Isn't that our classmate?" She looked around as though expecting to see Izuku pop out from somewhere, her invisible figure scanning the room.
Momo held back a laugh, taking a delicate sip of her tea to mask her amusement. She could practically feel Izuku's anxiety vibrating through the walls of the nearby restroom. Tooru's innocence and curiosity were almost endearing, though Momo was aware that it could only hold off the truth for so long. "Izumi is Izuku's cousin. But as you can see, she isn't here."
"Are you sure there is an 'Izumi,' or are you playing with us?" Kyokua raised an eyebrow.
Before Kyouka could press further, Mina, always attuned to the time, checked her phone and gasped. "Guys, we're going to be late for class if we don't hurry!"
That was all the motivation the girls needed to shift gears. They quickly waved goodbye to Momo and Shouto before hurrying over to the counter to grab their breakfast. Momo let out a small sigh of relief as the trio rushed out of the bakery, their cheerful voices fading into the background.
Once the coast was clear, Momo turned her attention to the restroom door, a knowing smile playing on her lips. She had seen the flash of green hair dart into the back of the bakery the moment their classmates entered. Clicking her tongue softly, she chuckled, unable to help herself.
After a few more moments, the door to the restroom creaked open, and Izuku poked his head out cautiously, his face still flushed with embarrassment. Momo took another sip of her tea and raised an eyebrow at him.
"You're lucky they were in a rush," she said with a teasing smile. "But I have to say, Izumi, you really missed your chance to shine."
Izuku groaned softly, rubbing the back of his neck as he approached the booth once more. "That was way too close," he muttered, sliding back into his seat and burying his face in his hands.
Momo leaned forward with a teasing grin, her fingers gently stroking Izuku's cheek. "You've got to stop being so shy, Izuku," she said softly, her touch sending a warm flush to his face. The tenderness in her voice was playful, but there was a hint of sincerity in her words. She had always been good at grounding him, even in the midst of chaos.
Izuku's blush deepened as he tried to look anywhere but into her eyes. His heart thudded in his chest, his nerves still raw from the close encounter with their classmates.
Momo, ever the playful one, tilted her head and asked with a mischievous smile, "Would a good luck kiss make you feel better?"
Izuku's eyes widened, and his face went from pink to crimson in an instant. He opened his mouth to respond, but the words stuck in his throat, his mind spinning as he tried to process what she had said.
Seeing his reaction, Momo burst into laughter, the sound light and melodic. "Just kidding!" she said, pulling her hand away with a wink. "Besides, I don't want to make Shouto jealous."
Shouto, who had been quietly watching from the side, shifted slightly but said nothing, his cheeks tinged pink from the exchange. There was an unspoken understanding between the three of them—Shouto and Momo had their bond, and Izuku was their close friend, navigating this strange situation together. Still, Momo's teasing had a way of diffusing the tension, even if it left Izuku flustered.
Momo glanced at the clock hanging on the wall and sighed. "Well, time's up. We need to head to UA and meet with Nezu." Her tone was a little more serious now, though she still carried that unshakable confidence that Izuku had always admired.
Izuku nodded, the weight of the moment settling in his chest. It was time. The inevitable was upon him, and no amount of stalling could change that. He gathered his things from the table, slipping his bag over his shoulder with a small, steadying breath.
As they left the bakery, the cool morning air greeted them once again. The walk back to UA felt surreal. Izuku's nerves were still buzzing, but with Momo and Shouto by his side, there was a sense of quiet solidarity. They walked together in a kind of calm anticipation, knowing that once they crossed the threshold into the school, everything would change. For Izuku, today wasn't just the start of a school day—it was the beginning of a new reality.
As they approached the school gates, Izuku's thoughts raced. How would his classmates react to "Izumi"? Would they accept him as easily as Momo and Shouto had, or would this transformation complicate things? Only time—and the day ahead—would tell.
To be continued….
