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In Toshinoriâs defense, he rolled a 1 on foresight and hindsight, but rolled a nat20 in lack of impulse control the day he was born. It was not his fault that his parents rolled the dice that day, alright?
Whatever, that was besides the point. The point was that they, âtheyâ being himself and Izuku, were royally screwed. And sitting in the hospital waiting for Izukuâs mother, AKA the harbinger of their inevitable death.
What were they doing there, one might wonder?Â
Well, in Toshinoriâs second defense, he thought their first attempt would be more of a success than the last. They had been working on a few techniques they could try before Izuku would try using One For All again, but alasâThe Snappening Part 2 had occured on the poor boyâs arm, and since Korosensei wasnât here to patch him up (and honestly, he was a little glad for it because he knew for sure the octopus would skin him alive if he knew Izuku had tried to use One For All without his supervision yet again), their only option was to call for an ambulance. So there they were.Â
It was tense in Izukuâs room, just waiting for Midoriya-san to arrive so Izuku could be released. Soon enough, she had come in, almost blubbering as soon as she saw her son sitting on the bed with his arm held tightly against his chest. She cupped his cheeks, asking if he was okay, if nothing else was hurt, how did this happen?Â
âUmâUh, M-Mom, Iâu-um,â her son stumbled, appearing flustered all of a sudden. Midoriya-san paused in her own fretting to let Izuku gather his words. She was very patient with him, always.Â
âItâs okay, honey, take a deep breath and think about what you want to say,â Inko calmly encouraged, smiling at him. Izuku grinned back before nodding and swallowing, appearing to take his time.Â
â...Um⌠We, er, me anââanâ Y-Yagi-sensei were, um⌠u-um, pra- practiâum⌠train- traininâ... Y-Yagi, um, ss-sensei?â
Toshinori perked up then as the woman turned around to look at him, realizing there was another person in the room for the first time. The blond stood himself up and gave a nervous smile, hands together. âHello, Midoriya-saââ
Suddenly, a finger was thrusted into his face, Inkoâs red cheeks puffed up just below his viewâoh. Yeah, she was pissed. â You ,â she hissed. âYou allowed this to happen?! Youâre supposed to be supervising him!âÂ
Toshinori raised his hands up in defense, face white in fear at the woman. She had tears streaming down her face, but the pro hero was certain it had to be because of pure rage and it honestly sent shivers down his spine and divolved the man into a puddle of stutters. âIâ M-Midoriya-san, please, a-allow me to ex- allow me to explainââ
The woman took a step back, her stare ever strong and she took a deep breath to steady herself. Then, she crossed her arms and nodded for him to continue. âYou better have a perfectly good explanation for this, Yagi-san, or so help me God.â Â
Toshinori swallowed thickly, feeling as though he had only about five minutes left to live if she didnât like his reasoning. His eyes flickered to Izuku, who looked so devastatingly dead inside. The boy shook his head and brought his hand to draw over his lips. Midoriyaâs foot tapping on the floor sliced through his thoughts and he just let it out, âWe were training Izukuâs quirk.â
Midoriyaâs face turned white, tearing halted, another step backâ âHe- He doesnâtââ
âPlease, allow me to explain.âÂ
The womanâs mouth slammed shut, and he heard the sound of Izukuâs undamaged hand slapping his own face. Blue eyes darted around the room, to the quiet hallway outside, then to the window. No, this was definitely not the place to be speaking about this⌠A deep breath in, and he looked back to meet Midoriyaâs eyes. âThis is⌠a sensitive topic to talk about in public. Pleaseâallow me to make this up to you, both of you. Iâm paying for Izukuâs hospital bill. Why donât you come to my apartment for dinner? Weâll discuss it in full then.â
Midoriya was quiet for a moment just blinking, baffled by the offer. She shook her head quickly, trying to reorganize her thoughts, and her folded arms raised to her cheeks. âI- er- well, if- if itâs just to speakâŚâ She turned to Izuku, sharing a look of confusion and concern. Slowly, the younger Midoriya nodded with a slant smile, as though to say sure? Midoriya looked back to Toshinori, then slowly nodded as well. âI⌠Well- fine. Thank you, Yagi-san. But this is strictly a formal dinner, and Izuku will be present as well.â
Toshinori cheered up a bit, bobbing his head up and down eagerly, happy she even agreed to it at all. âI wouldnât expect anything less. Er, IâllâIâll give you my information, yes?â
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Toshinori had his small dinner table set up perfectly, an extra chair set up in the middle for Izukuâhe only had two chairs for his dinner table. He didnât have many visitors, except for maybe Sir Nighteye, but that boat had stopped coming a long time ago. He was borrowing the third seat from his neighbor.Â
Toshinori clapped his hands once excitedly, a small smile tugging his lips before he began to align the utensils with each other. There were dishes set aside for the meal, and empty cups piled in one another like russian dolls, should they want anything to drink as well. The spaghetti was almost done as wellâit was such a simple dish he learned to make while in America. Little thought went into preparing it, only that the noodles had to be whole-grain for the sake of his missing stomach. Lord, he hoped Midoriya liked itâŚÂ
He wondered if he should have anything else outâŚ? Music? Flowers? Oh, shoot, should he have gotten her flowers?! The hero bit his lip nervously, tapping against the kitchen counter. He looked at his watchâthey should be here soon. Maybe it wasnât too late to buy some for her? Antsy, the blond stood straight and made for the door, opening it to seeâMidoriya Inko with her hand raised about to knock with Izuku behind her. He wore a semi-casual dress shirt while Midoriya-san wore her hair in a bun, elegant flower hair pins sticking out from it to keep it firmly in place. She wore a simple green sundress, one sunflower decorating the bottom of the dress hem. For a moment, Toshinori thought his heart had stopped.
âOh,â Midoriya broke the teacherâs stupor, allowing him to blink away his surprise.Â
Instantly, Toshinori straightened his back and began to drag his hands over his shirt as if to flatten any folds after clearing his throat. âCome- uh, C-come right in! I-I was just about to, er, I-I had forgotten to buy flowers, ermâŚâ
âFlowers? Thatâs awfully sweet of you, Yagi-san,â Midoriya hummed with amusement, her hand over her chest before flowering the blond manâs gesture to come in. Izuku gave Toshinori an odd look, which the older man reflected, gesturing silently what?
Izuku leaned up and whispered, âShe knows about it.â
Understanding dawned on his face before he wiped it off and feigned ignorance. Just follow the original plan, Toshi, sheâs only here to discuss things about Izuku. Clearing his throat again, Toshinori lead the two further into his apartment and toward the dining room. âYou- er, you must forgive the mess. Iâm not quite used to companyâŚâ
Midoriya waved him off as she took a seat in one of Toshinoriâs chairs. âPlease, Yagi-san, you havenât seen my apartment if you think this is a mess. Your home is very cute.â
Cute? Toshinori thought he was about to throw up blood for a second, he was so caught off guard by the comment. âEr⌠Thank- Thank you! Uh⌠Would you care for- for wine or a drink?â
âWine would be lovely, Yagi-san. Izuku, do you want anything?â
Toshinori caught the boyâs gaze, so timid and reluctant to ask for anything. The blond smirked knowingly. âI have apple juice, if youâd like, Izuku-kun.â
The boy blushed and looked down before nodding and mumbling his shy thank you. Toshinori beamed. Victory. He poured the drinks and set it for them. He couldnât have wine, but he had gone out to buy a bottle for Midoriya, unaware if she was the type for strong beverages or notâand just in case, he had also bought some other alcoholic drinks in case she wanted anything different too. Thankfully, she didnât seem very picky with her liquor.
âIâm not usually the type to drink,â Midoriya then hummed, taking a small, dainty sip from her glass. âBut every once in a while, wine is good.â
Toshinori let a quick sigh of relief escape him as he smiled, turning back around with Izuku and his own drink in his hands. He had poured himself some apple juice as well. Sitting across from Midoriya, Izuku sitting in the very different chair in between him, discreetly texting his friends under the table while sipping from his apple juice. The pro hero then folded his hands together. âSo,â he began slowly. âHis⌠quirk.â
âIzuku spoke to me about it on the ride over, Yagi-san.â
He didnât feign surprise, only nodded in response. âThen, you must know who I truly am?â
âYes, I do.â
âAre you⌠angry? At me?â
She was quiet, setting her drink down. Her green eyes looked down at the table, her finger rolling against the glass. âNo. In fact, Iâm grateful. Iâm glad it was youâsomeone he can trust. ConsideringâŚâ
Toshinori smiled, nodding in understanding.Â
Midoriya then paused, and looked toward the kitchen. âIs⌠something burning?â
âCrap.â
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The spaghetti had burned, so Toshinori had opted to take them to a restaurant downtownâsomething fancy for Midoriya, and then they could have a normal dinner instead of discussing One For All (though Midoriya had said she still wanted a full explanation), but Midoriya and Izuku had declined, saying they werenât fans of fancy thingsâwhy not something simpler? Like a cafe or something family-owned, or other.Â
Toshinori relented and agreed to take them, just as long as they allowed him to pay for their meal since it was supposed to be him running the show. They sat in a ramen shop, mostly made for tourists, but they had good food anyway, and Mom could finish her wine without something trying to burn the house down. The two continued in friendly banter, each asking each other questions and seeming to enjoy the otherâs company.Â
Izuku, on the other hand, felt absolutely and thoroughly mortified by the concept of his mother and teacher being seen out in public. He was glad they were at least⌠being civil with each other. Namely, his mother. And Toshinori still carried an air of nervousness around him, like he was scared of saying the wrong thing. Meanwhile, Izuku ate slowly, having only one available hand at the moment, which shared the responsibility of texting with Karma, Maehara, and Nagisa the entire time.
One Punch Boy:Â srsly i feel like im gonna explode at literally any moemnt
Womanizing Scumbag:Â hey take solace that itâs not korosensei
One Punch Boy:Â i literally hate that image
Jersey Devil:Â is midoriya-san even his type?
One Punch Boy:Â i actualy hate this
Never speak to me again
ever
at all
Gender Snek:Â ewwwww
Jersey Devil:Â itâs not ew, itâs for science, we have to know okay
Womanizing Scumbag:Â the public needs to know
One Punch Boy:Â i will literally vomit in public if u dont stop
Gender Snek:Â eeeewwwwwww guys stop
Jersey Devil:Â sorry, sorry, i know youre going through a tough time what with your mom and teacher dating and all
One Punch Boy:Â whoa whoa whoa whoahwowhao no one NO ONE said anything a out them DATING
Womanizing Scumbag:Â didnât you say sheâs been laughing at almost everything yagi-senseiâs been doing/saying?
Jersey Devil:Â and he even got her a wine bottle before? and was about to buy her flowers too?
Gender Snek:Â you said you guys stopped at a flower shop on the way to the ramen shop, right?
One Punch Boy:Â literally none of that means theyâre DATING. like itâs only one time.
Izuku paused in his slow one-handed typing to take a bite from his ramen, glancing up just in time to catch the tail end of his mother and teacherâs conversation.Â
âEr, well⌠did you, er, did you hear about the kidnapping at school?â
âWhat?! There was a kidnapping?!â
Toshinori waved his hands around quickly. âNo, no, heâs alright! He woke up!â
Mom stopped, bug-eyed, and Izuku internally groaned at the poor joke, second-hand embarrassment flooding his system right before his mother burst into a tearful laughing fitâas though that was the worldâs funniest joke ever. He resisted the urge to groan externally. He texted the group quickly with an update of what just happened before he reached for his soda on the table. Mid-sip, he glanced down grumpily at his phoneâ
Jersey Devil:Â dude thatâs a date, like theyre dating, dude dude, theyre datting
Womanizing Scumbag:Â DUDE YOURE MOM LIKES HIM, OH YMG FOGD
YAGI-SAN IS HITTING ON YOUR MOM!!! DUDE
DUDE, HOW CAN YOU BE DENYING TNHIS
Gender Snek:Â dude, youâre chaperoning their first date
âand spat out his drink in complete shock, then began to choke horrendously.Â
Oh my god, All Mightâs dating my mom.
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