The sun was high and the air buzzing with nervous energy as Izuku stood among the other hopefuls outside the U.A. entrance exam site. The exam itself had been a breeze—so easy, in fact, that Izuku finished well ahead of the crowd, leaving behind puzzled stares and whispered rumors.
Stepping out, he felt the familiar rush of accomplishment and relief wash over him. The test was just another stepping stone, and he was ready for what came next.
Behind him, a familiar presence emerged—Katsuki, glaring fiercely, jaw clenched tight.
'Look at him… thinking he's better than me. If I get into U.A., I'll prove I'm the top of the class, no contest,' Katsuki seethed silently, eyes locked on Izuku's calm silhouette.
Izuku let out a soft sigh and began walking home, the quiet streets welcoming him back.
'I never met All Might personally,' he thought as the familiar cityscape passed by, 'but I'm curious about the one who got All For One… Whoever they are, I hope they find their own path—maybe even peace.'
Later, in the comfort of his room, Izuku sank into his gaming chair, fingers flying across the controller. The familiar sounds of digital battles filled the air, his focus sharp.
Suddenly, the door burst open with an enthusiastic bang.
"Izuku! I finally beat Ribbit Power!" Inko exclaimed, her face alight with joy as she danced around the room.
"Nice," Izuku replied without looking up, a lazy smile tugging at his lips as he kept his eyes glued to the screen.
Inko's smile faded slightly as she remembered something important.
"Oh, by the way, Kacchan's mom is coming to visit," she said, crossing her arms thoughtfully.
Izuku paused his game, turning with a smirk. "Oh? Is her brat son coming too?"
"Of course. I thought you guys were friends?" Inko teased, raising an eyebrow.
"We are," he said with a confident grin, eyes gleaming mischievously.
"Right," she said with a knowing smile before heading toward the door. "Well, I need to get bathed."
As the door closed behind her, Izuku's grin widened.
'A classic milf. Can't wait to see her,' he thought, chuckling quietly as he resumed thrashing the game enemies.
An hour later, the doorbell rang. Inko dried her hands on a kitchen towel and made her way to the door, her expression lighting up as she saw who it was.
"Mitsuki! It's been a while, girl!" Inko beamed, pulling her old friend into a warm hug.
"Yeah, it really has. And wow, you look stunning! Is there a new Mr. in your life?" Mitsuki teased with a smirk, her tone playful and familiar.
"Of course not. Well—besides my handsome Izuku, of course," Inko replied with a chuckle, brushing a stray hair behind her ear as she stepped aside to let them in.
"Well, I'm excited to see him. It's been a few years since I laid eyes on that boy." Mitsuki stepped in, her eyes scanning the clean, warmly decorated home. "Katsuki, greet her," she added sharply, elbowing her son.
The spiky-haired teen rolled his eyes but obeyed. "Hello, ma'am," he muttered.
"Hi, Katsuki. Izuku's upstairs in his room, okay?" Inko said, her tone polite but distant. She motioned for the two to enter as she and Mitsuki walked further into the house, their footsteps echoing faintly against the wooden floor.
Katsuki glanced around the home with thinly veiled irritation. Marble countertops, polished floors, subtle hints of wealth in every corner. A far cry from the tiny, cramped apartment Izuku used to live in.
'With this kind of money he could've easily gone to Horisuma. Guess he wanted to flaunt it instead. I hate him even more now,' he thought bitterly as he climbed the stairs.
Upstairs, he entered Izuku's room—and immediately paused.
Gaming rig glowing with RGB lights, a wall-mounted TV playing lo-fi beats in the background, a mini-fridge in the corner, and shelves filled with books, figurines, and expensive tech. The room was every teenage boy's dream.
Izuku was reclined in a gaming chair, controller in hand, eyes on the screen. He glanced back when he heard the door.
"Sup," he said casually.
"Nun. What you playing?" Katsuki replied, his voice low.
"Sure," he shrugged, sitting next to him. The two boys silently began to game, the tension between them unspoken but heavy.
'Guess he's cool about all that bullying I did to him. That's surprising,' Katsuki thought, shooting glances at Izuku's relaxed face.
"Where's your mom?" Izuku asked, still focused on the game.
"Oh, she's downstairs," Katsuki replied.
"I should go say hi. Wait here," Izuku said as he slipped on his house slippers and walked out the room.
Left alone, Katsuki leaned back, letting his eyes wander again. He noticed the phone on Izuku's desk—latest model, of course—then frowned.
'Probably thinks he's above me now. Just 'cause he's rich and handsome. I'll show you, Deku…'
Meanwhile, Izuku made his way downstairs, the smell of vanilla and fresh polish lingering in the air. In the living room, Mitsuki and Inko were seated comfortably on the couch, sipping wine and laughing over some old memory.
He stepped into view.
Mitsuki's laughter stopped mid-sentence as she looked up. Her eyes widened.
"Well if it isn't Izuku," she said, standing up. "Wow, you've grown. What is your mother feeding you?"
Izuku grinned, walking over as she pulled him into a hug. "I don't know… love maybe?" he replied with a cheeky smile.
Both women burst into laughter.
"You're still slick with your words, I see," Mitsuki said, pinching his cheek lightly. "Don't go breaking any of those young girls' hearts at U.A., you hear me?"
"Why would I? I respect women of all types and ages—especially the older, wiser ones," he said smoothly, lifting her hand and kissing it.
Mitsuki blinked, surprised, before smirking. "Consider me charmed."
"Well, I should get back upstairs. I hope you enjoy your time here," he said as he turned and left, the faint scent of his cologne trailing behind him.
Mitsuki watched him go, then slapped Inko's thigh.
"What did you teach that boy?" she asked, half-joking, half-incredulous.
"Nothing!" Inko laughed. "He's just always been like that. Good with words. Of course, he doesn't flatter me like that since I'm his mom—but every time we go out, all the women we pass give him that look."
"Oh, that look. Wow…" Mitsuki sighed, taking a sip of her wine. "If he weren't underage, I'd give him a chance."
"You're married, dear. Don't forget that," Inko warned with a playful glare.
"Oh yeah… almost forgot," Mitsuki giggled, clinking her glass with Inko's as they leaned back into the couch.