It was the lunch hour at the school when Tsuyu purchased melon bread for both herself and Izuku. She knew that Izuku didn't mind getting on the spicy side with the wasabi flavor. However with the frog girl, a little subtly with her melon bread - a mild dose of wasabi. She thanked the vendor as she crossed the street to the pavilion where Izuku saved his spot. The pavilion was nothing more than a decrepit, vine-covered rotten-wooded shack but it was their spot and prying eyes weren't going to bother them.
She held the melon bread with a plastic bag in one hand and their bottled milk teas with the other. Strawberry was her favorite and so was Izuku's. She liked that that was something they can share. Sitting together at their pavilion, wasabi-flavored melon bread, and strawberry milk tea. From that position, would that make them a couple? Would it?
When kicking in the door to the pavilion, Izuku spoke from the inside. "What's the password?" Once again, they didn't want any prying eyes or ears disturbing their spot. A place where they can be away and shed the clothing of expected societal norms of the Japanese adolescence.
"Whistle, whistle! Gas, gas!" Tsuyu said as she used her tongue to open the door.
"It's actually where's the, where's the, but you get a pass," said Izuku in a laughing manner.
She used her tongue to hit her head. "Silly me, it seems that you don't want your lunch."
"Hey," cried Izuku. "Let's not be this brash." He narrowed his eyebrows. "Wait a minute, was it not my money that…" It was interrupted when the melon bread made contact his mouth. The question turned into munching on their cheap baked goods. He gave her a thumbs up. "You're lucky that I like you and you made sure it was extra spicy."
"Spicy like Alabama twins on a hot date at their junior prom, ribbit!" Tsuyu accompanied the emerald teen as they were sitting on the floor of their pavilion - the clubhouse.
A windowless shed that has yet to be destroyed. According to Principal Nezu, the students of yesteryear used it as a recreational garden of sorts. However, the generation patterns of students believing that grassroots clubs were dead and in came the internet and technology. Many of the teens weren't going to use it. The school roof and the basement were still popular hot spots.
"Did the twins bring their incest juice." Izuku whooped a loud, hillbilly cry when seeing his strawberry milk tea. "Well, I believe a monkey's uncle...and brother."
It was met with a slight smack to his head. He turned to see the perplexed Tsuyu with her hands on her hips. "We promised each other to stop at two, Deku." She grabbed her melon bread from the plastic bag.
"You're right! Sorry!" Izuku uncapped his milk tea and began to wash the spiciness of his baked good. He sighed loudly. "Right in the brain and to my stomach." He rubbed. "God, you know how to pick lunch!"
"Ribbit! Glad to see you satisfied!" Tsuyu bit into her melon bread. She was happy just to be alone with him. The compliment was enough to become like Ochako and fly into space. Using her napkin to wipe the crumbs, she noticed that Izuku's phone was on his lap.
Upon further examination, he saw that he was watching Kazuko from the Nanny Cam. Although he trusted her mother, he didn't miss anything that could be her potential first. And to be sure that Kazuko wouldn't do anything bothersome or troublesome. Although she was sweet, she was smart as a whip. Although she was a Midoriya, she was also a Toga as well.
"The babe still rolling in circles," asked Tsuyu as she leaned over him.
The teen blushed. "This! Oh!" He began fidgeting and flickering on his phone. "I don't remember ESPN showing this kind of stuff."
"Relax, Izuku. There is nothing wrong for a man, I mean father, checking on his daughter."
"You don't find it a bit...weird?"
"No, chicks would love to see a man looking out for their kid."
Izuku took another swig of his milk tea. "Like dating a teenager father is a marketable material for me to date." He laughed at himself. "Please!"
She flicked his forehead. "This is a different era, Izuku!" She crossed her legs. "There are plenty of girls who would love to date a teenage father. You're responsible, you're loyal, you take care of yourself and the baby."
"You're giving me too much credit." He turned to look at his watch to keep a check on the time. "I can think of many things I can be doing right now than being a father." He paused. Tsuyu could tell he was rethinking his previous statement. "Kazuko is a gift from God. Of course, like any gifts, we don't know how we get them."
"Don't beat yourself up. No one expected...Toga to know, do that!"
He nodded at her. "I know."
The sound of the school bell was making its presence known to the teens. Upon hearing it, Izuku stood up. "That sounds like the man is calling us for another four hours of strength training and pure hell." He patted his chest. "I jest, of course." He grabbed his leftovers to put in the garbage bag. "Did you study for Ectoplasm-sensei's test."
The frog girl snapped her fingers, cursing under her breath. "Crap, I knew I was supposed to be doing something last night."
He laughed subtly while holding onto her shoulder. "Relax, my friend. It's an opened-notebook."
"Ectoplasm never lets us use our notebook, ribbit!"
"You're right!" He reached into his pocket to show a mechanical pencil. "But, he never said to write it lightly on the desk."
The frog girl felt her stomach developing butterflies. "Midoriya?"
"Don't feel bad. Kazuko kept too much of my time. And be lucky we sit next to each other."
"What if we get caught?"
"Guess who Bakugo put on today's after-school's schedule?"
Tsuyu wished she had Ochako's quirk to fly into outer space to scream to the heavens. "What are we waiting for? Let's go, ribbit!"
Izuku extended his hand to pick Tsuyu up. She walked to the door to leave. As they were heading out, she said, "I couldn't believe Bakugo would allow this to happen."
"Nah, he was still being an ass. He did it on purpose so he, Kirishima, and Kaminari could watch a movie after this." He winked at her. "Just a mighty blessed coincidence."
Tsuyu allowed Izuku to lead back to the classroom. She couldn't help but fathom at Izuku's disposition. The teen survived a brutal attack and rape. The teen continues going to school. The teen is also a father and wouldn't even allow a bastard like Bakugo to hold him back.
Each moment she sees Izuku like this, the more begins to develop deeper and deeper feelings for him.
"Tsuyu, what's the holdup?"
Tsuyu returned her thought to reality. "I am coming!" She ran to catch up with Izuku as they were heading back to class.
Later that evening….
Izuku was standing in front of Tsuyu's door. Kazuko was back in his possession. The little bundle of joy was rampant as she was gnawing on her All Might novelty toy in Izuku's holster.
Izuku carefully bowed in front of Tsuyu's mother for her gratitude and her patience with his daughter. "Thank you, Auntie, for watching over my daughter. I am forever in your debt."
The portly mother swung her ladle. Fortunately, Kazuko had the reflect to lift her father from the would-be blow. Auntie Beru couldn't help it, thought Izuku as the child carried them back to the ground.
"Think nothing of it, kiddo! Trust me for I say that she is tamer than the younger two." She made a glaring eye at Tsuyu as she stood in front of the staircase. "And the oldest one as well." She deduced with another wink.
"If there is anything I can do for you," said Izuku. "Just say the word and I will do it."
"Have dinner with me and the family on Saturday."
"Certainly!"
"Six o'clock!"
Izuku bowed once more to Mrs. Asui as he was preparing to depart for the evening. "Same time tomorrow morning?"
"Bright and early. Have a good night!"
"Same to you, Auntie."
Mrs. Asui waved to Izuku until he was no longer in sight. Upon seeing his departure, she closed the door behind her.
"A good lad!" Tsuyu's mother placed her hands on her hips when seeing Tsuyu still standing on the stairwell. "The show is over, you lassy! Don't you have homework to be finished?"
Tsuyu instinctively licked under her chin. "What show, ribbit!"
The portly mother gave the Cheshire cat look. "Oi! Tsuyu, don't play dumb. Your eyes have the same look when I lay over your father those many, many years ago."
"What," she exclaimed to her mother. "I was just standing to be sure that Izuku was okay as well."
"Didn't you see him all day at school?"
"We're classmates obviously, Mom!"
"Classmates, best friends. And if I recall, was it you that made Bakugo make Izuku change his shift after school?" She looked at her watch. "If I recall, you don't do after school duties on Wednesdays."
She stared nervously at her mother.
"A mother knows, sweetheart." The mother wiped her ladle on her apron. "I rest my case!" She panged the ladle on the wall. "Dinner is ready in thirty. Homework and then wash up."
Understanding her mother's request, she began heading for her room.
"A mother knows when a certain child talks too loud on the phone. These walls are quite thin, my Spring chicken." Tsuyu's mother began humming as she returned to the kitchen.
A few minutes later….
Tsuyu dropped her backpack next to the door as she entered the room. Reaching for the remote on her desk, she turned on some smooth jazz on the stereo system. She used her remote to dim the lights to her room. She had laid the phone down on her bed. She got from her bed and went to her drawer to put on something more comfortable. The first thing she saw was a pair of tempo running shorts. Thigh-length and green in color. She then pulled on a white Appleseed t-shirt. It was a gift from Izuku for her birthday. The teen told Izuku that she thought about going back to the gym to get back in shape. The Appleseed shirt was a gift from Izuku when they went bargain shopping at the thrift store.
Now, the supposed gym clothes only served as home clothes as she fell flat on her face on her bed.
As jazz was soothing the atmosphere, butterflies were forming in Tsuyu's soul.
"Relax, Izuku. There is nothing wrong for a man, I mean father, checking on his daughter."
"You don't find it a bit...weird?"
"No, chicks would love to see a man looking out for their kid."
"Like dating a teenager father is a marketable material for me to date. Please."
"There are plenty of girls who would love to date a teenage father. You're responsible, you're loyal, you take care of yourself and the baby."
"You're giving me too much credit."
She grabbed her cell phone and scrolled through her social media pages. She liked a few pictures, showing the events in the everyday life of a UA High student.
She had received a text message.
Her eyes widened when it was from Izuku.
It was a picture of herself, Izuku, and Kazuko. It was taken a couple of weeks back at Izuku's house. Tsuyu came to visit and ate one too many of his mother's banana cream pie. Izuku, too, couldn't resist his mother's tasty treats. Kazuko couldn't resist as her father spoon-fed her.
They were sleeping on the couch, contracted what they called the itis.
I wanted to show you this but got too busy! Funny, huh? Mom thought we looked cute like this. She wanted me to share this with you.
She turned, sinking her face into the pillow. She tried to think of other things to void any arousing thoughts. No matter what she tried to deny, her feelings were clear as day when it came to Izuku Midoriya.
She had a crush on him.
Yet again, she felt she wasn't hiding it but probably was fearful about what Izuku might say or might react if she told him her feelings.
"Tsuyu! Satsuki! Samidare! Dinner's ready!"
She guessed that she will have to think about it later. Tonight was Taco Night and she loves tacos.
Tacos and Izuku.
To be continued….