EDIT: Alrighty! here's the latest chapter, thank you all for being patient with me, and hope you all enjoy this one!
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HanKanoya: Thank you and fret not, here is the next chapter!
PMC-Midnight Mariners: Yea, I had a feeling that bringing Fray and the introduction of Krile as Recovery Girl would bring up some Heavensward memories hehe, certainly did for me as I wrote it. And while the cost of the raise spell was pretty harsh, it's more of the fact that Izuku had somehow given himself the 'weakness debuff meant for Yuga to put less strain on his friend, then add up all the other issues... yea, our boy going to be knocked out for while.
And you could say that the reality of losing her life and never expressing her feelings for Izuku is making Momo step up her plans to woo the boy. And no, the others have not talked to her about the pact... so... shenanigans will happen after the party.
As for the list:
Class 1-A: Kyoka, Mina, Tsuyu, and Momo
Class 1-B: TBA :D (but no Setsuna, got plans for her)
R reyes: I mean, Tsuyu did kiss him first? So wouldn't she have been the one to make the first move?
AceTrainer2712: Thank you! I had to spend a couple of hours going over my own toon's WHM actions and jobs to give it justice, and I am doing my best with making sure the jobs and the MHA-verse work together.
As for your comment about him unlocking his jobs and such, I understand it's been nothing but unlocking everything, but there is a story reason why they have been unlocking moreso than say prior to UA (GNB was unlocked 3 months after Paladin, and then RDM was unlocked after almost a year since the sludge villain). And the only reason he has access to the high-level spells will be explained later sadly... :(
And thank you for the praise and hope you enjoy this latest chapter.
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Silvanium: Sorry to debunk your theories but Source is fine, and MHA Earth is not the rejoined Source... this will be explained in time. ^^;
As for Krile, well, not to spoil the story of FFXIV for those who have not gotten to that part, or for the future talk and explanation... sorry again ^^;
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human dragon: Thank you! Glad you enjoyed it.
hunt1103: I MEAN, his body just went through radical change, so obviously he was going to make sure everything was ok! XD
Anon: Oh wow! thank you, and I hope you enjoy this chapter :D
In regards to Momo asking Izuku to the party, while she knows this would be out of his comfort zone, also take note that our boy is a little more confident than canon Izuku is at this point. Plus, she would hope her parents wouldn't show off her 'date'... well... find out this chapter how that turns out hehehehehehe.
As for the hate? Well, they are heroes... they can't just kill him outright.
AnimeFan13579: You NEVER mess with the White Mage lol. As for the attunement, still going to have some kickback, but again, will be explained later.
Xperior: Please don't use that type of language.
As for the slap, she knew about the first "vigilantism" incident, which already had him on thin ice, so doing it again? Big yikes, plus he was actually hurt pretty bad and focused on others than himself.
fallendemon248: Recovery Girl would have words, for Inko? Mad at first before finding out about the party invite.
TheRealShenron: Honestly the theme song for Izuku I have in my head would be the song "High Treason" from Shadowbringers.
darkkrt: For Dark Knight? That was the armor Fray had worn, yes... but that doesn't mean it's Izuku's since it hasn't been fully unlocked. ;3
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Chapter 22:
Social Distance
"I hate bow ties…" Izuku muttered as he was fidgeting and fighting while trying to tie the stubborn piece of cloth. He grumbled before throwing it across the room to have it lightly land on his bed as he stared daggers at the thing. Currently, the green-haired boy was dressed in a reasonably expensive-looking tuxedo that fit nicely against his body to not show off his body (which he preferred), with various golden adornments at his cuffs and lapel. Underneath the dark ebony jacket he was wearing, Izuku had a pure white dress shirt with an equally darkened vest over top of it while also wearing black dress pants to match his coat and polished black dress shoes.
The hours it took Inko to convince Izuku NOT to wear his trademark red sneakers were even longer than trying to find him a suit to wear.
"Ah yes… ties… our natural enemy." Fray had spoken softly from within Izuku's mind, causing the said boy to look towards the mirror he was standing in front of to see not his reflection but the dark armored version of 'himself' staring back at him with crossed arms over his chest, "Just another obstacle to overcome, granted we could never do it and often had either Alisaie or another Scion tie it for us."
"Well, I'm sure it wasn't as embarrassing as when mom was doing it in the store…" Izuku said softly in frustration as he went to grab the tie from his bed and try again.
"Pfft, hardly… You'd be surprised how often Thancred would poke fun at our expense." Fray had muttered coldly as he looked to the side, and in a mocking sort of tone spoke like this person as mentioned earlier, "You can fell Primals just by looking at them, stop entire armies by just your presence alone… yet, the one thing that stops the mighty Warrior of Light, is a piece of cloth that goes around your neck?" Fray rolled his eyes within the reflection of the mirror, with Izuku snickering gently.
"Did you ever get back at him for that?"
"A few times actually, like reminding him of all the times I had to save his ass during some of our missions, or the time he was running around in the nude after being teleported from Ul'dah, and was stuck like that for quite some time." Fray chuckled as Izuku balked at the idea of someone running around an environment full of monsters with no protection.
"How in the world did that happen?" Izuku asked, hearing the light chuckles of the 'ghost' soon fade into a more somber sigh. The boy turned to the reflection in the mirror to see the rather sad expression upon his face, "F-Fray? Did I ask something I shouldn't have? I am so sor-"
"It's fine. Just… I'd rather not remember the events that led up to such an event itself… at least for now." Fray said gently with a look in his orange eyes, basically saying to drop the subject, which Izuku merely nodded, before the look on the reflection shifted into one with a sarcastic smirk, "Besides, we need to be focused on YOU, boy… getting invited to a party by that very stunning friend of yours." the being leaned in, though of course, it didn't have the desired effect, "You do realize that you are going out of your comfort area, correct?"
"I-I know…" Izuku blushed gently, tapping his fingers together nervously, "but she did ask me, and I did agree to go… so I can't back out on this. Besides, I did some thinking while I was getting dragged around the store by my mom… and I don't think this is a date."
Fray now raised an eyebrow at this statement, having a feeling where this was going; the entity sighed heavily, but silently, as he spoke, "And how, pray tell, did you come across this wondrous conclusion?"
"Well, I'm certain that Momo knows I am not that great with groups of people, and I mean… I'm going to a party meant for the rich and elite… and while Momo and her family and the staff have never mistreated me or made me feel inferior whenever I went to her place to study with her and the others… I don't think the same could be said with the other people coming."
"Then ignore them." Fray spoke with finality, "You are not there to pander to snobs and sycophants. You are going because Momo asked you to come and to spend time with her."
"That's… another reason why I think she asked me…" Izuku spoke gently and a little sadly, his eyes now looking at his laptop on the desk beside the mirror, with a 'HeroTube' video playing a tutorial on how to tie a bow tie, all being dictated by the pro hero, Gang Orca.
"Momo has told me before how she hates these parties given how often many guys would try and seduce her only because of her body or her parent's company… so by inviting me, it may keep some or all of them away."
"So, you think she would ONLY ask you to be a mere wall between her and the cretins?" Fray had asked with a cold and icy tone of voice to the question, "You honestly think that Momo, one of your best friends, would think so little of you that the ONLY reason she would ask you to come to this party, something she admitted to hating… was to prevent her from being accosted?"
"W-well, I-I mean… what other reason could it be?" Izuku asked with a naive look on his face. Fray merely stared at him for a moment, slack-jawed for a moment before sighing heavily and rubbing the bridge of his nose. Admittedly, the entity was going to ask 'who hurt you to make you even think of this?', but then remembered that being a part of Izuku also meant he got the boy's memories, so he KNEW who had made him think like this in the first place.
Funnily enough, it wasn't Bakugo this time.
Sure, the blonde bomber's damage to the boy's confidence played a big part in this. Still, Fray knew that it initially stemmed from incidents where some of the females in his previous schools would often play a 'prank' on him before destroying any hope for any sort of early romance within his life.
Twelve help those fools if four particular women of Class 1-A ever found out about those pranks.
Fray watched as the boy struggled with the bow tie, ending up with at least something manageable for the moment as he spoke once again, "Despite what you may be thinking, she DOES care about you."
"I know…" Izuku said a little forlornly, looking back to the mirror with a sad smile on his lips, "Plus, you are right… Momo would never treat or think of me like that… but… it's hard, you know? To think that people actually care for what I have to say or put up with me, let alone so many beautiful women…"
"And all the attention that four specific women in your class have given you isn't some indication there could be more?" questioned Fray as he leaned back a little, arms still crossed, "Like the time that Tsuyu kissed you? Or how often Mina flirts with you? Even Kyoka and Momo have both shown some interest in you romantically."
"T-that can't possibly be right… I-I mean… M-mina teases me, but thoughtfully, so it can't be flirting… Momo looks out for me because she's my friend and doesn't want to see me get hurt… Kyoka wants me to 'toughen up' and be less… stuttery, I guess? "
"And Tsuyu?"
Izuku looked down, his arms at his side as not to meet the judgemental gaze of his 'darker' counterpart, "T-that kiss was only as a… thanks for the kind words I wrote in my hero analysis about her."
"And the one at the USJ?" asked Fray as Izuku's hands slowly curled into tiny fists, his eyes clenching as the reflection could see the building up of a tear forming at the sides of his eyes. The dark aspect sighed gently, shaking his head as he watched the young man do his best to suppress that small glimmer of hope that, yes... someone actually liked Izuku for who he is romantically.
"Fine, we won't talk about it, for now." Fray spoke gently as the visage in the mirror faded away and made the boy's regular reflection appear once more in the mirror; as Izuku slowly opened his eyes, quickly wiping away the tears that were beginning to form, he heard the voice of Fray echo in his mind, "You better head downstairs, it's almost time for whatever sort of vehicle that Momo sent will be arriving."
Izuku sighed, gently nodding, and quickly looked over himself in the large mirror now, the sad expression now shifting into one of pure surprise. He had seen himself in the suit before at the store where he, his mother, and Toshinori had gone to and bought it from. Izuku was shocked to see that his favorite hero and mentor had come along the trip with them and even politely asked the skeletal man why he had come.
Toshinori's answer was pretty straightforward. It all stemmed from the fact that as a Pro Hero, he may have to attend functions like this one in the future for fundraising or some other kind of event, so going to this one tonight would be good practice. Toshinori had wished to add in his input for appropriate attire as he had gone to many of them in the past. But even the green-haired boy could sense some kind of ulterior motive from his mentor, especially when he noticed how both his mother and Toshinori interacted with one another.
Izuku just chalked this up to both of them being friendly, despite how often he saw his mother blush a few times or even how Toshinori, ALL MIGHT himself, stuttered a couple of times while the two adults were looking over suits for him.
A beep came from his cell phone that snapped him out of the memory, looking over to it and seeing the familiar message that slowly caused Izuku's eyes to widen and then audible groan.
While he knew that Momo was well-meaning, whenever she had sent one of her family's cars to pick him up to study at her place, she had always sent the fanciest one to do so, and no matter how much he asked her to just send one of the regular vehicles… Momo seemed to ignore his demands.
With a heavy sigh, he put his wallet into the inside of his jacket, along with his UA access card, and opened his door, all the while thinking.
'I hope no one is downstairs right now…'
'I can't believe they took pictures…' Izuku groaned as he was sitting in the limousine's back, leaned over, and his face in his hands. Apparently, not only were people down in the commons room at the time but also his mother, who was nearly about to burst into tears from seeing how well Izuku had cleaned up and looked immensely grown-up.
What was worse was the fact that a few of his classmates had decided to whip out their phones and take pictures, which of course, didn't help his cheeks from not turning crimson. In fact, now that he thought about it, the one who kept taking the most pictures was a very purple-cheeked Mina, who couldn't go home due to how far her parents were over in Chiba.
Beside her was Kirishima, who had Ochako beside him, and while they were talking about something, both of them had seen him and flashed the biggest smiles to him with their thumbs up in approval. Even Shoji and Sato, who were baking in the kitchen, complimented him, and honestly, it was getting too much.
So, with a squeak of thanks to everyone stuck at the Class 1-A dorms for the weekend, Izuku had made a mad dash towards the limousine and then was on his way.
Eventually, he calmed himself down from that particular experience, reminding himself that they weren't teasing or making fun of him. They actually complimented how he looked and even approved! A smile slowly crept across his lips, realizing that perhaps Fray was correct?
It was during the three-day 'coma' he was in, or from how Rec- Krile… her name is Krile, had explained it that while Yuga had suffered no ill effects from the 'Raise' spell being used upon him, Izuku seemed to have brought down the total weight of the negative repercussions upon himself, and having already been drained of his aether because of his fight with the Nomu creature, but also Fray's manifestation and possession of his body, had lead to the several day sleep.
But while everything on the outside was being taken care of, with his 'sleeping' body surrounded in various crystals that the Nezu had procured from… somewhere. Izuku had been conversing with Fray within that mindscape from earlier, though without the rooftop this time.
It had taken the form of a vast snowy mountain range, both of them standing over a cliffside that was looking over a sizable medieval-esque castle. However, Fray explained that it was actually a fort, surprisingly. The hero in training gasped at how many people could be fit into such a large building until a glint of metal caught Izuku's eye.
Before him was a single tombstone, written in a language he couldn't read. Still, the most intriguing thing about it was the rather large shield, bearing an insignia of a head of a red unicorn with branches underneath it, but what was most telling was a rather large gaping hole that left little to the imagination of what had transpired.
'Haurchefant Greystone, son of Count Edmont de Fortemps, commander of Camp Dragonhead, a stalwart ally, and friend to the Warrior of Light… that's who rests at this summit, buried and remembered close to the stronghold that he held so dear.'
That is what Fray had said when Izuku was looking at the small memorial and then went on to tell how this man had sacrificed himself to protect Quinn during a skirmish with the traitorous Holy See of Ishgard when one of the knights had taken to a rooftop to launch a sneak attack. From there, Fray began to talk about the many other people who also sacrificed either their lives or limbs to aid or help the Warrior of Light and how it often plagued Quinn's mind with doubt of ever being able to live up to his status.
Izuku was also feeling like that himself, given how important both Krile and the shade had gone on about the man…
Fray, feeling what the green-haired boy was thinking, suddenly smacked him upside the head. He told him to stop thinking like that, and that to let the past actions remain in the past, to focus on the present and the future, like learning how to properly wield the 'darkness', as Fray had told the young man that he was in no shape to take on the powers of the Dark Knight just yet, not until he deemed it so.
From there, Izuku moved past the reminiscing of what else happened in the mindscape, considering he was only thinking about it now because of what he and the shade were talking about before. The smile he was wearing slowly began to morph into one of confusion and then slowly into fear.
If Fray had been correct about his classmates actually wanting to be friends with him, then was the shade also valid when it came to the feelings of the four girls he was close to? Kyoka was one he wasn't too sure of yet, but from how she interacted with him in the past, there were signs that she may have feelings for him?
Mina was another one where he wasn't one hundred percent sure of what her intentions were. Yes, she was often the one to hug him or get into his personal space… hell, she often teased him, which he was thinking now more as her flirting with him, and the fact she had been doing it more since the incident in his bedroom, where… HE was the one to tease her… almost aggressively so!
Quick to end that line of thinking, he was now focused on a rather urgent matter at hand, his feelings and intentions for both Momo and Tsuyu.
While only knowing Tsuyu for such a short amount of time compared to the rest of his friends, she had become a great source of strength for him. She never minced words with him and always spoke her mind, even if they were unintentionally hurtful or blunt; Izuku knew the frog-like girl any sort of ill will when she spoke with him.
But, what perplexed him was how she would act around him sometimes, losing a bit of her calm and relaxed attitude and demonstrating a sort of dominance over him. The way she would just up and kiss him, or the way she could just 'force' him to give in to her demands, as few and far between as they were… he knew Tsuyu had him wrapped around her finger at times, but again, it wasn't to be manipulative or have anything of that sort. Tsuyu liked to be in control, from what he learned about her home life. She would often have to babysit her two younger siblings due to her parent's jobs as lawyers, constantly keeping them away.
Now that he thought about it, it was probably the reason why Tsuyu originally wanted to train with him to help her get used to her 'predator/prey' instincts. The lack of control it made her go through would rattle anyone with such strong instincts. This actually gave Izuku more answers and questions about Tsuyu's quirk.
The one question plaguing his mind, though, the lingering doubt within his body that seemed to grasp at the notion that Tsuyu had no romantic feelings for him at all.
What if those same instincts were also causing, almost forcing her to like him romantically?
Quickly moving on from that dark train of thought, Izuku now began to focus on the woman he was heading towards at this very moment, Momo.
To be honest, what was there to say about his first friend? She was stunningly beautiful and had an intelligence to match, not to mention her caring nature added to her quite frighteningly good sense of combat strategies that, given time, she could improve upon and react more quickly. If one would only see her from afar, they would consider her a goddess with all of those features plus near god-like quirk.
But Izuku knew better, and even though he had to admit having a crush on Momo, and to his credit, who wouldn't, Izuku knew that she could do FAR better than him. What was he to the Momo Yaoyorozu? Some fatherless, quirkless nobody that only was able to meet such a wonderful person because of a blessing from an otherworldly being, a bloody true to life miracle, and the first time they had met was because he saved her from a scenario that HE had caused, on accident sure, but still his fault regardless.
Just as Izuku was slowly traveling further down another dark train of thought, the door to the limousine opened suddenly. It startled the slightly frazzled boy as the driver peeked in, "Master Midoriya, we have arrived."
Slowly nodding back in response, Izuku began to climb out of the vehicle, all the while hoping that Hydaelyn heard his inner pleas that tonight would work out in the end.
"I am sure everything will be alright, dear." Mrs. Yaoyorozu gently said as she watched her daughter pace back and forth, the older woman was sitting in a rather fancy and elegant armchair, looking bemused at her daughter's desperate plight, "You honestly think that Izuku would cancel last minute?"
"It's not that…" Momo said as she stopped her pacing, looking towards what one could obviously see as an older version of herself staring back at her with her similar onyx cat-like eyes and ponytail, though her hair color was of a shade of gray and a few 'laugh lines', "I'm thrilled that he accepted to come, and I'm anxious for his arrival…"
"But?"
"Since I came back home, I was wondering if my actions were hasty… He JUST woke up from being out cold for three straight days, and barely five minutes pass, and I give him the invitation to the party for tonight! Oh, what was I thinking?" Momo sat on one of the couches within the waiting room they were in, looking downcast. Her eyes looked up when she felt the soft touch of her mother's hand on her cheek, who was smiling gently at her.
"My dear daughter, considering what you had just gone through at USJ…" Her mother paused, seeing her daughter looked down once again, "I'm sorry to bring that up, sweety… but hear me out."
"After what happened to you and your class during that horrific event, something within your mind must have told you that you may have not survived that experience, and from what you could tell us, Izuku had barely made it out as well."
The older woman continued, her daughter looking away as if to hide that scenario from her thoughts, "Now, I know you knew the risks when you decided to become a pro hero… the fact you may not come back from one of your missions, and frankly, it still terrifies me to the core… but, while you were tending to him while he slept, you subconsciously took in the full realization of one day… even Izuku may not come back."
Momo's eyes suddenly shot open, and she looked at her mother, ready to protest such a notion only to be silenced by the stern look she was getting from her mother. Momo sat a little straighter and now was avoiding the gaze with a cold bead of sweat running down the side of her head. She heard her mother sigh and felt the hand slowly move off of her cheek, "I'm not saying the first mission he takes as a pro hero, he may get extremely injured or worse… but there is the possibility."
Her mother let those words sink in before the older the stern look faded back into a gentle smile, "So, you subconsciously decided that you were going to take the initiative because let's face it, while Izuku is a very charming young man, he is very skittish and timid." She giggled when Momo let out an exasperated sigh at the comment.
While Momo did find that part of Izuku very charming, it did take its toll at times, and to be honest, with not only Tsuyu declaring her intentions for the boy but also seeing some of her other friends and classmates show interest in him was starting to worry her.
And while she would have loved to have Izuku ask her out first, she knew that with his personality and what she knew of his past, that wasn't likely going to happen any time soon. Still, the thought of their first 'date' being one of her parent's parties wasn't what she had thought of, but the timing couldn't be better.
Plus, she honestly wished to see Izuku in a suit, and hopefully out of those red sneakers of his.
A knock at the door snapped Momo out of her thoughts as her mother headed towards the door and slowly opened it, revealing one of her family's butler's named Roland, "Yes, Roland? What is it?"
"Ma'am, Master Midoriya has just arrived. Should he wait in the ballroom with the other guests?"
Miss Yaoyorozu slowly looked back to her daughter, then turned to face Roland, "If you could direct him here, Roland, that would be most excellent… I shall join my husband momentarily if you could inform him before bringing the boy to my daughter."
"Of course, ma'am." replied the older gentleman and bowed to his employer before leaving to complete the tasks given to him. Mrs. Yaoyorozu turned to smile at Momo, who looked like she was thinking hard about something and not paying her any attention. The older woman giggled gently and shook her head as she left the room and closed the door, all the while thinking of how cute she and the green-haired boy would look together.
And perhaps also wondering how just as cute their children would be.
"S-so... how have you been, Roland?" Izuku had asked as he was currently walking behind the older gentleman. It was not uncommon for Izuku to be friendly towards many of the household staff when he was invited over. Much to Roland and the other's surprise, the green-haired boy didn't make himself act or sound superior to them in the slightest and often tried to downplay the aspect entirely.
"If I may be frank, it has been a stressful time these last few days." admitted the elderly butler as he replied without looking back at Izuku, "While the party planned for this evening was merely a fundraising event for one of the local charities when the news about the USJ was released to the public… Well, you can imagine how Master and Mistress Yaoyorozu took the news."
Izuku gently nodded, imagining the kind of reaction any parent would have to learn that their child was attacked by a group of villains where it was supposed to be safe from them, and added to the fact of the influence and money the Yaoyorozu name carried… Well, Izuku was glad he wasn't in Nezu's shoes for that.
"So, what was the fundraiser going to be?"
"Oh, it's still going on; the Master couldn't go back on his word, you know." Roland corrected as they turned a corner, "The fundraiser is for one of the Hero Association's side projects, involving the assisting and relocation of those whose homes had been misplaced or providing an education to children who lost relatives to villain attacks."
Izuku blinked as he looked at the older man, "R-really? T-that's amazing! Wait, if it's because of the Hero Association… does that mean there are going to be heroes here?"
Roland did his best to hide the smirk that crept along his lips and the huff of amusement, as it was very commonly known amongst the housing staff about the boy's fascination with heroes and quirks, "A few of the top ten will be present tonight, though I'm sure you have someone more important that you should be paying attention to, correct?"
Izuku squeaked and blushed lightly, looking away and giving the butler another chuckle under his breath.
The rest of the walk had remained silent, except the odd time Izuku would say hello to some of the passing staff. Eventually, they had reached the door leading to the waiting room, and just as Roland was about to knock and make their presence known, Izuku caught his attention with a clearing of his throat, "I-I think I can take it from here, Roland… I-I'm sure you have a ton of other things for the party you need to get back to... B-but thank you for leading me here."
Roland raised an eyebrow at Izuku, a little surprised to see the usually timid boy make such a request. But without another word, he gently bowed his head towards Izukuand, then heading off down the hall to continue the plans needed for tonight's festivities.
Now left alone to his own devices, Izuku was staring hard at the door, contemplating what he should do and trying, and failing, not to overanalyze and freak out about this whole situation as his talk with Roland had made him realize the full scope of this. Here he was, a plain-looking commoner about to attend a fancy party with basically a princess to a corporate empire… AT HER REQUEST.
Now, Izuku was never one to let someone's social status dictate how he should treat people, especially given his history of others doing the same to him as a quirkless person. But, up until now, her social status never really fully sunk in until tonight… Was it the rush of staff scurrying about to make sure the party was going to turn out alright? Was it the sounds he could hear coming from the main ballroom of the estate with music and laughter that just seemed to exude nobility?
Or was it the fact that right behind this door was one of his friends, who may or may not have romantic feelings for him and no doubt would look absolutely gorgeous for tonight, all the while having him around her as the only 'blemish' to her perfection.
With a heavy sigh, Izuku gently knocked on the door to hear a gentle reply of 'come in', and resting his hand on the doorknob, Izuku clenched his eyes and turned the knob, swinging open the door and began to speak loudly, "HiMomothankyouforinvitingmeto-"
A heartwarming giggle interrupted his nervous, mutter-stormed greeting. Izuku slowly opened his eyes to look at his friend, only for them to widen in shock and awe when he looked upon her.
Izuku felt breathless as his eyes gazed over the lovely strapless red dress that, while clung snuggly to her curvaceous upper body, had flowed like a silk curtain past the darker red sash wrapped around the midsection, and around her arms was a rather fluffy looking shawl that in his honest opinion looked much more expensive than his entire suit.
What really struck Izuku in pure appealing shock was the fact that Momo wasn't wearing her hair up in the traditional ponytail he had seen her have since they first met. Currently, her hair was hanging loose and had been styled to have a slight wave to its look. However, Izuku could see the strand of hair that often hung in front of her face typically had still remained, though now worked into the new hairstyle. All in all, Momo's entire ensemble made her look far more mature-looking and beautiful than even Izuku thought was possible.
Momo looked upon Izuku with a cute tilt of her head, slowly walking towards him with intrigue as he had remained silent since looking upon her. As she got closer, her cheeks suddenly went red as he could barely hear the whispered mutter storm of the green-haired boy describing how she looked with words like 'breathtaking' and 'goddess' passed through his lips until the heiress pressed a finger against his lips to silence him, knocking him out of his stupor and causing him to blush madly now.
"I'm glad you like how I look, Izuku… even if it is something as simple as this." She stated as Izuku blinked in confusion at her comment. Her own eyes slowly looking down at his own attire, and the boy swore he could see a glint in her eyes that he never saw her give off before. Momo's eyes then shot up to his own, the look in her eye faded, and as she continued to smile, "But you, you look absolutely handsome in your suit… and did you get a haircut?"
"Huh? O-oh yea… mom said I needed a trim since my hair was getting longer than it should be." Izuku chuckled gently, rubbing the back of his head until he saw her gaze now move down to his bowtie, "I-I know it's probably not done right… b-but I never could tie one correctly."
"Oh, that's fine Izuku!" Momo spoke up with genuine surprise, giggling gently as she continued to speak, "I wasn't judging you for how it was tied, truth be told, my father could never tie them as well and would often have mother or I, once she taught me, fix it up for him."
"R-really?"
"Mhmm, she said that 'a good woman always makes sure her man looks his best, even when he tries to dress himself up.'" Momo smiled at him as she suddenly undid the bowtie with relative ease, "If you don't mind, I think a different kind of tie would better suit you."
"It would?" Izuku blinked as Momo nodded, and the familiar glow of her creation quirk shifted his gaze towards her bare arm as she made a rather long red silk piece of cloth.
"Mhmm, while I found the bowtie quite cute, I think a seven-fold will make you truly dashing." She said as she suddenly flipped the collars up around his neck and wrapped the red cloth around him, even pulling him slightly closer as she began her work. Izuku had tried to see what she was doing by looking down, but immediately shot his head up when he realized not only how close Momo was to him, but with her breasts pushing against his chest while she worked made them push up a little more and the poor boy was trying his best to control himself.
Izuku swore he could hear the manic laughter of Fray somewhere in the back of his mind.
"There!" Momo spoke up and caught Izuku's attention again. She created a small mirror and presented it to him, showing off the new tie to him as he blinked in astonishment. Not that he doubted Momo's tying abilities or the softness of the fabric she made it with. Still, he slowly smiled at the reflection presented to him.
"Momo, it's lovely! But you didn't have-" "I know I didn't have to, but I wanted to." Momo interrupted with a smile, "You have never once asked me for anything created with my quirk, and always did your best to make sure I never used it if we needed supplies or anything when we were studying… but I felt this was a more special occasion, so consider this a gift."
Izuku gazed into her eyes as he swore he felt his heart slowly warmed up at the gesture; any of his doubts and anxieties that were plaguing his mind became dull noise as he smiled brightly back at the woman before him. Without another word, he turned to the door and held it open for her, offering Momo his left arm, "Shall we h-head to the party? Don't want to keep everyone waiting, right?"
Despite the slight stutter, Momo blinked, and her smile faded from her lips as she witnessed this little more confident side of her friend. She quickly took his offer armed with hers, bowing gently with the heartwarming smile returning once again and a light dusting of pink to her cheeks, "Of course, good sir… lead the way."
If Izuku had felt confidence before walking into the ballroom, it all but soon faded back to nervousness the instant that everyone's eyes suddenly turned towards the pair as they entered through the double doors. Despite the lovely music playing, Izuku could hear the hushed whispers of some of the socialites as if they were judging every little thing about him, and he could feel his hands start to shake a little.
He then felt the tightening but welcoming grasp of Momo on his arm, which he turned to look at and see the worry within her eyes. Silently, he gave her a nod and took a few deep breaths to calm himself. Once he opened his eyes, Momo swore she could see that same look of determination that he had whenever they were in hero training, "So… would you like a drink? Or should we say hello to your parents first?"
"It would be best to speak with the hosts first during these events," Momo said gently as Izuku nodded, and after weaving through some of the groups that had formed and having to pull Izuku lightly when he spotted the pro hero Best Jeanist, the two teenagers soon came upon the small group that consisted of their intended targets.
Waiting off to the side as Mr. Yaoyorozu was speaking with a few other people, Momo had caught the movement of her mother coming towards the pair after politely excusing herself from the small group of women she was conversing with, "It is so good to see you again, I hardly recognized you in your lovely outfit." The older woman spoke while looking him over. Momo watched the exchange as that 'edge' Izuku had slowly melted into his more usual appearance as her mother addressed the boy.
"T-thank you, Mrs. Yaoyorozu… It was because of my mom and Mr. Yagi that I was able to get this on short notice." Izuku explained/stuttered as casually as he could, doing his best with the circumstances as he could still feel the eyes of some of the event-goers still watching him.
"She has excellent taste then, and how is your mother? I do hope to one day meet the woman who raised such a fine young man as yourself sometime soon."
"O-Oh really? That would be great, actually!" Izuku perked up, already liking the idea of his mom having more adult friends, considering her old job's awkward hours, "With her new position at UA, I'm sure she would love to have more company to talk to."
"She works at UA?" Mrs. Yaoyorozu asked with a raised eyebrow, "I had no idea she was a pro hero herself." Momo could see a few of the other women from the small group and others around now listening to the conversation as she spoke.
"A-ah no, she's not a pro hero…though a 'hero in another vocation' if I do say so myself." Izuku said with a chuckle and rubbing the back of his head, "She works as Recovery Girl's assistant."
"Really now? And her quirk is something similar to Recovery Girl's?"
"N-no actually, my mom's quirk is a telekinetic one; she can pull or push small object's under a certain weight… which is great when it comes to her nursing profession." Izuku explained with an endearing smile. It was no lie to himself that he admired his mom for the work she did as a nurse, despite the long hours she put in and how often she wasn't home because of it. Still, he meant what he said about her being a hero to him, just like his dad was a hero to him to this day.
Momo's mother tilted her head, amused by the apparent hero worship that Izuku was known for, considering how often he would go into small lectures about heroes and quirks with Momo previously, "Well, I'll be more than happy to meet her for some tea then…" Mrs. Yaoyorozu then noticed the rather expensive-looking red tie he was wearing. Of course, the older woman turned her gaze to Momo, who was now avoiding the look of her mother, "Tell me, Izuku… where did you get such a lovely tie? Usually, I see you wearing some sort of green article of clothing, and the redness of the cloth is certainly… intriguing."
Momo was about to protest, hearing the rather pointed word directed at her, meaning that her mother had caught what she did with the tie. Still, before she could say anything, Izuku had spoken up to confirm what she feared he would say, "Y-yes! Momo created this for me just before we came to the party. It is lovely and something I'm going to cherish."
"Really now?" Momo's mother asked, eyeing her daughter with a smirk while Momo looked away and was pouting with a puff of her cheeks, "Well, if you don't mind, I would like to speak with my daughter for a few moments, privately."
"O-Oh, um, a-alright… I'll go say hi to your dad then if that's ok, Momo?" Izuku asked Momo, who quickly dropped her pout, to smile at her classmate and not have him any the wiser of her scheme.
"I'll be fine Izuku, but you should go say hello to my father, and I'll be with you shortly." She said with a gentle tone of voice to match her smile, which caused Izuku to blush a little once again just from how lovely it was; he nodded dumbly and soon made his way towards the group with her father. Momo then felt the presence of her mother beside her, with a smirk on her lips that made Momo think of the Cheshire Cat when she looked at her older counterpart.
"So, you made him the tie, hmm? Embroidery and all?" teased her daughter, who huffed again, dropping the facade once Izuku was no longer in earshot, "Very clever to make it the same color as the tie itself, but also making it reflective so only when he moved did it reveal our family crest on the knot."
Momo was quiet for a few moments, still with her puffed-out cheeks as she contemplated how to best explain her actions. But she knew how her mother would see through any of her false claims or bluffs, so she sighed and relented, "While I was waiting for him to come to the room, I did some thinking and perhaps… decided to be a little more assertive when it comes towards Izuku."
"So you created a tie for him, just so you can have our family crest around his neck to claim him for yourself and for the other women to back off?" Momo's mother asked with a bit of amusement.
"Well, I thought I should follow your example when you were courting father after all." Momo shot back with a smile almost similar to her mother's, which caused the older woman to giggle forebodingly.
"Ah, there's my little girl… Now come, we should get drinks before we rejoin our men."
"Ah Midoriya, so good to see you, my boy!" Mr. Yaoyorozu exclaimed once he took notice of the approaching hero in training. He was an older man, pushing his early sixties with greyed or 'silvered' hair with a matching mustache; his facial features were somewhat smooth, but he had a few wrinkles creasing his forehead and the jowls of his cheeks, and while not a large man, one could tell that he kept himself in decent shape.
Reaching his hand out, Izuku immediately took it and gave it a firm handshake, much to the surprise of Mr. Yaoyorozu. However, a smile was still on the older man, "I hope you have been enjoying the party so far, though I do apologize for the short notice, given what happened at the University."
Izuku could see the smile of the man fade when the USJ was brought up. From what Toshinori had told him while suit shopping, Mr. Yaoyorozu was one of the many parents who were extremely upset about the villains breaking in, so much so he was ready to pull Momo from the school entirely, against her wishes if need be. This alone shocked Izuku as he knew Mr. Yaoyorozu encouraged Momo's dream of becoming a hero. From what his mentor had told him, it wasn't out of malice or incompetence on the part of the school because who could really be prepared for an unknown villain with a 'warping' quirk or ways to counter such a thing then.
Thankfully, Mrs. Yaoyorozu was there to reel him in, although not pleased herself, of course, but she wore the cooler head and convinced her husband to calm down. It also helped that 'All Might' had bowed his head in forgiveness to all the parents that were upset and Nezu explaining the new security measures being put in place to combat this sort of attack in the future.
Thankfully, none of his classmates were forced to leave the school because of the USJ incident.
Izuku looked his friend's father directly in the eye as he spoke, letting go of the man's hand, "It's alright, sir, we were all caught unaware; I'm just thankful that none of my classmates were injured or worse."
"Indeed, from what Momo has told us, you were instrumental in that fact!" Mr. Yaoyorozu said with a serious look to his face, brows furrowed as Izuku seemed to be shocked by that fact, "She said you had kept the tougher villains at bay until All Might showed up to finish them off, aside from that, not much else has been said or publicly released until the conference tomorrow."
That seemed to put Izuku at ease a little, happy that the cover story that was explained to him by Nezu after he woke up was already starting to make its rounds. The dean had presented the need for such a story was due to the death of the Nomu creature and to protect Izuku from any sort of backlash because while technically it was Fray that had slain the beast, the media and public would still pin the death upon the hero student, and that would dog him for the rest of his life.
And if the word got out how he killed a villain designed to be a match against All Might, who knows the backlash that in of itself would cause.
"It was… dicey… till the end, but yes, It was awesome to see All Might fight up close like that!" Izuku said with enthusiasm, hoping to use some of that 'hero worship' that he was known for to further sell the lie. The smile and laughter of Mr. Yaoyorozu made had reassured the green-haired boy that his ruse had worked, but the laughter soon quieted when a deep clearing of the throat could be heard from behind the host of the party as he turned around to allow Izuku to see two other men standing behind Mr. Yaoyorozu.
One was an older man, looking to be around his late fifties and was much shorter and stocker fellow that was rather rotund in his appearance, but his face had heavy jowl lines and a tiny mustache under his nose, plus a bald head with pure white semi-curled hair wrapped around from the sides around to the back of his head.
Standing beside him was a taller man, looking to be in his early to mid-twenties, with slicked-back black hair and what could be seen as a permanent sneer on his face. He had a reasonably built frame to him. However, if Izuku had to guess, he was probably not as built up as many of his classmates or even himself now that he thought about it. He was knocked out of his thoughts as Mr. Yaoyorozu spoke up suddenly, putting his arm on Izuku's shoulder to bring him closer to the new pair of people, "Ah! Esteban, my apologies about that." He turned his head to Izuku with a big smile, "Izuku Midoriya, this is Esteban Kaneko, the CEO of the Kaneko Support Industries and one of the leading companies when it comes to mutation quirk support items."
Izuku shook the man's hand, and Mr. Kaneko was smiling up at him, "So THIS is the Izuku MIdoriya you keep talking about? I say he's got a good grip on him from what you've said about him."
"W-Well, I-I hope they were good things…" Izuku stuttered out, a little embarrassed and shocked that Momo's father was apparently talking about him; this had caused the shorter man to chuckle.
"Oh, trust me, young man, it has all been good things. I swear from the way he talks about you, it's like you were his own flesh and blood son."
Izuku froze at that, and his cheeks went red in embarrassment as both the older men were laughing at the scene. However, their humor was cut short when a disgruntled-sounding throat-clearing caused everyone to look at the ever sneering man. Mr. Kaneko sighed gently, "Ah, my apologies... Mr. Midoriya, this is my son Daichi."
As Izuku reached out his hand for the customary handshake he was hoping for, all he got instead was a droll-sounding 'charmed' from the man. Izuku raised an eyebrow in confusion at this person's attitude. The two older men sighed heavily, with Mr. Kaneko looked at his fellow businessman with an apologetic look.
"So…" Mr. Kaneko said abruptly, "From what Kanshiro here has told me, you have a knack for quirk analysis. I am curious to know just how in-depth it is considering, and I mean no offense by this; you are quite a young man."
Izuku shook off his confusion when he was being spoken to, only to chuckle lightly with embarrassment, rubbing the back of his head, "I-it's honestly just a hobby since quirks always interested me since I was kind of a late b-bloomer, I honestly don't think it's all that great, to be honest."
"And that, Izuku Midoriya, is where you are wrong." The sudden and almost proud sounding voice of Momo could be heard as the young heroine went to Izuku's side and wrapped her arm around his once again as she looked to Mr. Kaneko, bowed her head after the comment, then continued, "Mr. Kaneko, while Izuku here may be too humble to say it, but his quirk analysis is leagues above then some of our own within the Yaoyorozu corporation. He has such strong observational skills; he even hypothesized the limitations of his own classmate's quirks before they even told him."
"I'm sure that if his dream to become a pro hero wasn't as strong as it is, he would've had several offers of employment to our company already." Mrs. Yaoyorozu came up to the side of her husband, offering him the drink she had gotten for him as the man nodded gently. Izuku, of course, hearing all this praise started to stutter and mumble, causing the small group of adults to chuckle at the scene.
All except for one.
"Hmph, for such a bland and nervous wreck, does he even have what it takes to be a hero?"
All eyes shot towards to the one who spoke, the laughter went as well as Izuku's embarrassed mumbles as Daichi somehow sneered moreso than before, all the while glaring daggers at Izuku, "Even if he was holding back the villains before All Might had shown up, they couldn't have been THAT strong if this 'late bloomer' is anything to go by."
"Now wait just a minute-" Momo had begun to protest but was interrupted by the still ranting socialite, "and you Momo? Choosing this commoner over everyone else in this ballroom? What makes him so special?"
By now, most of the party was listening in on the rather loud conversation; even the music was quieting down as to not interrupt the drama unfolding, "To think that you would look to the bottom of the barrel just to spite me after you turned down my offer? I thought you had some taste and class, but obviously, I was wrong since you wish to be conversing with the uncivilized like this pathetic worm." Daichi tilted his head upward, the sneer looking like one of hatred and disgust. Both Momo's parents and Mr. Kaneko looked absolutely livid at the comments made by the rude man, while Momo was gritting her teeth in anger, a fist clench, and already her mind thinking of the formula for a taser gun.
"Maybe I actually treat Momo with respect and look past her status to see the beautiful woman she is."
The mood shifted as everyone looked to Izuku, who had spoken up and was glaring at Daichi, moving in front of Momo with an arm out to protect her, "I have no idea who you think you are, but you have no right to judge Momo for who she chooses to associate with. I know I am a nobody when it comes to anyone in this room, but Momo sees me for who I am, just like I can see who she is past the family name and social status."
Izuku turned his head towards her, smiling at her, "She's kind, passionate, and above all else is not afraid to voice her opinion. Heck, she's scolded me a few times when I've done stupid things." He turned back to Daichi, the frown and rage-filled eyes returning to him, "So you can insult me all you want because I can tell you that I've dealt with FAR much worse than any of this pitiful whining. But if you insult Momo anymore…"
Izuku narrowed his eyes at Daichi, who looked stunned from how he was being talked to by the green-haired boy, as Izuku let the empty threat hang in the air to mull over. However, Izuku turned his head as he felt the warm hands of Momo holding the one he had outstretched before her and was giving him the biggest and warmest smile, with a light dusting of pink on her cheeks. For Izuku, he swore she had taken his breath once again this night as he stared at the lovely sight behind him.
"HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT, YOU BASTARD!" screeched Daichi as his arms suddenly expanded and turned a bright golden color, shredding his suit sleeves in the process and hurling a punch at Izuku's direction. Without turning around to know what was coming, Izuku suddenly shifted his entire body so his back was facing the attacker while pulling Momo close to his body, shielding her if the man's unknown quirk would have hit her as well. To further make sure Izuku could minimize any damage to Momo's person, he shifted into his 'Warrior' kit.
Momo's eyes went wide as she felt the now bare arms and chest of Izuku press against her as she was shielded from the incoming attack, curling up and clenching her eyes, pressing herself more into the 'warrior's' bare skin and waiting for the grunt of pain that would escape from Izuku's mouth from the impact of the attack.
However, no impact had come; only the sound of tightening thread echoed in their ears as Momo slowly opened her eyes along with Izuku as they both slowly turned around to see that Daichi was now on the ground, wrapped in hundreds upon thousands of threads like a bug stuck in a spider's cocoon.
Both hero student's eyes traveled up the line of threads from the trapped body leading to the Pro Hero, Best Jeanist, who was staring down the would-be attacker for a few moments before speaking, "It's a good thing I prepared while listening to the boy defend his friend, now…" The hero glared down at the entangled Daichi, "you are under arrest for unlawful quirk usage and attempted assault; you have the right to remain silent…"
Izuku had drowned out the rest of the practiced arrest practices as he turned towards Momo, who still had his arms around her, though now around her midsection. However, he had one hand on the back of her head to 'force' her to duck under his frame before anything could hit her. The bare-chested boy tilted his head in confusion as he saw Momo just blankly stare at his chest, with her hands resting on top of his pectorals, "Momo? Are you alright? You didn't get hurt did you?"
The heiress blinked and looked up to see the concerned look of his face staring down at her, the short puffy hairstyle he had previously was now past his shoulders, and the once hardened eyes of the warrior revealed the softness of the boy whom she cared for. Slowly, Momo smiled and gently reached a hand up to cup his cheek, which caused him to smile as well, "I'm fine, Izuku… Daichi didn't actually hit you, did he?"
"Didn't even get close, I think; otherwise, I didn't feel it." Izuku chuckled low and deep in his throat, sending a shiver down Momo's spine, but both still smiling at one another. However, this was short-lived when a loud clearing of the throat of Mr. Yaoyorozu caught their attention.
"I do hope we are not intruding upon this… magical… moment. But, an explanation would be perfect right about now, given the current dress of our guest, dear daughter."
Both teenagers blinked for a few moments before they both looked down and fully realized the position they were in, as well as Izuku's current attire (or lack thereof). However, both of their reactions were vastly different.
Momo's entire face went scarlet in embarrassment, though deep within herself, she couldn't get enough of the way that Izuku had clung her to his partially bare body and wouldn't mind being there for the rest of the evening. Izuku, however, had turned deathly pale at the realization that he just shifted into his warrior kit and now was holding one of his best friends intimately in front of an entire ballroom of socialites AND least of all, her parents.
He didn't know what to expect, but he knew that whatever sort of impression he had made now… was probably shot down.
An hour had passed since the police had arrived and hauled the still trapped Daichi Kaneko away. They had taken testimonies of everyone present that was close to the incident when it happened. After they were done, Izuku had been given a small lecture about the proper way to de-escalate a potentially violent situation by Best Jeanist before being told that making sure the innocent were protected instead of retaliating was the ideal decision and complemented Izuku on the excellent call.
That, of course, was before he had to explain his kit's to Momo's parents and Mr. Kaneko and that the one he had chosen to use would cause the least amount of harm both to Momo and to Daichi. When he was asked to explain this, Izuku simply just shifted into his Paladin kit, and everyone instantly knew what he meant.
Still, the looks he was getting from the other party-goers since then finally made him reach his tolerance, and now leaning on a balcony railing outside of the main ballroom, Izuku sighed heavily, feeling like he made a fool of himself.
"I was wondering where you were…" Momo said gently as she walked up beside him, her hands resting beside his on the stone railing as Izuku kept looking over the vast courtyard, "How are you feeling, Izuku? I know this sort of event can be exhausting, and this many people… I had hoped I didn't go past your-"
"It's fine, Momo," Izuku said suddenly, looking towards her with the most honest face he could muster. However, his classmate had been giving him a look of disbelief, to which he only responded with a nervous chuckle. Once he stopped chuckling, Izuku gave her a half-smile and spoke gently, "I'm honestly fine, but t-thanks for asking…" Izuku slowly moved a hand on top of hers, which Momo blinked at and blushed slightly as she gazed up at his own crimson blush across his cheeks, "Honestly, I was more concerned I did something to upset everyone… considering I had switched to my warrior kit."
"Izuku, you did so to mitigate any possible harm to not only myself but also Daichi…" Momo said with a bit of venom when she spoke of the man. Still, whatever sort of anger she felt soon dissipated when she felt the squeeze of his hand on hers, and her gaze returned to him, clearly seeing the look on his face telling her to take a deep breath and relax. She did so and then did something that made Izuku freeze on the spot and stare at his classmate.
Momo had leaned in and rested her head on his shoulder, "So, mind answering a question for me?"
"Uh.. s-sure?"
"I know a few of your weapons were broken during your fight with the… Nomu." Momo hesitated as the vague images of the brutality of the fight flashed in her mind, but seeing as Izuku didn't seem to even flinch at the mention of the creature, she continued, "Well, when you became the 'warrior' tonight, I couldn't help notice that the brown-furred cloak you usually wore in that kit wasn't on your person… Where did it go?"
Izuku nodded gently at her statement and gently shrugged his shoulders, "Last time I saw it was when I, Tsuyu, and Yuga had used it to prop Mr. Aizawa's head up like a pillow… so someone from the class must have picked it up, or possibly a teacher. I'll ask tomorrow once everyone is back at the dorms."
Momo hummed in agreement to his answer, then once again rested her head on his shoulder, looking up into the night sky. Izuku joined her shortly after, and with some kind of inner confidence brewing within him, his hand on top of Momo's slowly and carefully intertwined their fingers together, as both remained just enjoying each other's company. At the same time, the muffled and soft music from within the ballroom continued to play.
[Earlier, after Izuku had left the dorms for the Party]
CHAT ROOM: GREEN BEAN FANCLUB
[ACID QUEEN HAS ENTERED THE CHAT]
Acid Queen: GIRLS!
Acid Queen: GIRLS!
Acid Queen: GIRLS!
Acid Queen: YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE WHAT JUST PASSED THROUGH THE COMMONS ROOM JUST NOW!
[ROCK GODDESS HAS ENTERED THE CHAT]
[FROGGY STYLE HAS ENTERED THE CHAT]
Rock Goddess: Mina, calm down, and this honestly couldn't wait until tomorrow?
Acid Queen: Trust me Kyo, this cannot wait!
Froggy Style: I do hope it's worth it. You just woke me up from a rather hectic day with my siblings.
Acid Queen: Oh, Tsu! I'm so sorry! But seriously, this cannot wait!
[ACID QUEEN HAS UPLOADED TEN IMAGES]
Rock Goddess: … is that…
Froggy Style: Kero
Acid Queen: I KNOW right? And these are the ones that turned out the best! I have SOOO many more, but they were pretty blurry from how many I was taking.
Rock Goddess: I had no idea he cleaned up so well… could you imagine if he was just wearing the vest and shirt?
Acid Queen: Kyoka! Swear to the gods, please don't say anymore, it's bad enough I'm still down here in the commons area!
Rock Goddess: Fine, I'll be nice… for now.
Froggy Style: I'm curious to know where he was going dressed up like that.
Acid Queen: That's the other reason why I'm texting you two so late… Apparently, Izuku got invited to a fancy party by Momo.
Rock Goddess: HUH?! When did she do that?!
Acid Queen: Dunno, but I'm going to guess it was right after he woke up since Mamadoriya had been zipping around the dorms when Momo had come to tell her Izuku had awoken.
Froggy Style: We should have seen this coming, well… We DID see it coming but I guess what with everything happening lately, we just never got around to talk with Momo and see if she wants in on the polyamory.
Rock Goddess: You think she'd be ok with it? I mean, me and Mina have known her a little longer than you Tsu… no offense.
Froggy Style: None taken, kero
Rock Goddess: But since we have known her, she can be EXTREMELY possessive of Izuku, I had no idea anyone could radiate that kind of malice like that.
Acid Queen: Yep, I can confirm that jealous Momo is a SCARY Momo!
Acid Queen: I honestly would have asked Izuku out by now if it wasn't for how frightened I am of her.
Rock Goddess: Momo is smart, just tell her what you told me in the laundry room and she will see the logic behind it… just leave out the parts where you told me how you kissed him and how he ground hard against your ass.
Froggy Style: I'm not going to apologize for expressing my feelings for Izuku the way I did.
Acid Queen: 10/10 would do that again hehe! Maybe without clothes this time.
Rock Goddess: *sigh* look, let's just talk with Momo sometime this week before school starts, probably Wednesday if that works for everyone.
Acid Queen: Works for me!
Froggy Style: As does me
Froggy Style: But it's getting late and I am going to be leaving my house early in the morning to get back to the dorms. Good Night.
Rock Goddess: Night Tsuyu.
Acid Queen: Night Tsu!
Tsuyu sighed gently as she placed her cellphone on top of the nightstand beside her bed. The images of Izuku in a suit and tie saved to the device to look at later when she wasn't so tired.
She yawned gently, ribbiting as she did so before pulling the rather furry but very warm brown cloak around her body, smiling gently as the phantom touches of Izuku holding her close and safe to his body once again lulled her back to sleep.