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Tobi sneezed again and Izuku barely suppressed a laugh.
“Tobi,” Fumi snorted, having no such qualms, “you were warned.”
The kitsune pouted. “Snow is fluffy! I didn’t expect it to be so cold and wet! Now I have water in my nose and it tickles!”
Izuku was not about to remind him that he had fire chakra and could probably turn it to steam. That was not his job. As Tobi’s brother, his job was to laugh at Tobi for not heeding the warnings that snow was, in fact, frozen water. He insisted that frozen water was ice, duh, so this was just not going to be as cold or as wet. He was wrong. Izuku was obligated to laugh at him a bit.
Tobi’s snout scrunched up again and Izuku took a perfectly timed photo to catch him mid-sneeze, immediately sending it off to the parents before the fox pounced on him and turned into a boy, trying to wrestle the phone away from him.
“Yabu,” he squawked, “what have you done?!”
Izuku looked at the phone to see his mother was typing, and grinned at the picture she sent back. He turned the phone around innocently and let Tobi snatch it out of his hands, still on top of him.
Tobi let out a cross between a whine and a snarl.
“Mam doesn’t even really know how a phone works, how the heck did she take that picture?!”
“You also don’t know how a phone works,” he said wryly, “because Mesuno took the picture, not Mam. Mam is just in the picture.”
Tobi huffed. “At least Tod isn’t making fun of me.”
Izuku rolled his eyes. “None of them are making fun of you, we all think it’s an adorable picture.”
Tobi bared his teeth for a second, cheeks dusted with red, then handed the phone back and poofed into a fox, curling up in the corner of the common room couch.
“It’s embarrassing is what it is. As long as you don’t send it to the group chat.”
Izuku stilled and pointedly did not look up from his phone, smile frozen in place.
“You already did, didn’t you?”
Izuku nodded lightly, barely restraining giggles, and Kouji came barreling down the stairs in the next instant. His eyes immediately found Tobi’s sullen form on the couch and ran over with a beaming smile.
“That was a very cute picture,” the boy whispered, giving him a few pats on the head, “you are very cute, Tobi.”
Tobi didn’t look at the boy, just groaned again.
Izuku bit his lip in a grin. “If it makes you feel better, I didn’t send it to the class chat.”
“Only marginally.”
“But I absolutely sent it to Aizawa, so Mic has seen it and might have sent it to the teacher group chat.”
“Kill me.”
Fumi chuckled. “This is not your moment of darkness, my friend. It was a shining light for… well, for everyone else. The holiday spirit, one might say.”
Mezou looked up from his book with a raised eyebrow. “Really, Fumi?”
Dark Shadow cackled. “I liked it! Hope the Ghost of Christmas Past doesn’t come for us…”
Izuku snapped his fingers. “That’s it, we’re watching a Muppets Christmas Carol, lets get everyone down here.”
This time he did text the class group chat, summoning them for the movie in question. It was their first Christmas all together, and Tobi’s first one ever. He texted their parents as well, and his mom said she’d watch it with them too, since they loved watching movies and television. Ginsei especially, because it gave her illusion and prank inspiration. Eri and Yugawa ended up joining them too, Eri snuggling in between Tobi and Izuku (well, Tobi was more on top of her, still in fox form) and the movie started once everyone had arrived.
The concept of a christmas movie that also had spirits in it was deeply satisfying to Izuku for absolutely no reason at all, especially because it was a play on the term “Christmas spirit,” which even as someone who didn’t do any of the religious stuff for the holiday (because let's face it, as soon as he figured out his quirk he was all over the old religion), he knew it was important for people to enjoy it more and spread good cheer. Plus, the Muppets version was obviously the best version.
The movie was winding down when Eri tugged on Izuku’s sleeve.
“Yabu,” she murmured, “when’s Christmas?”
He smiled. “On December 25th, every year. That’s a week from now.”
She tilted her head. “So what day is it today?”
“Today is the 18th.”
She blinked and looked down at her fingers, holding eight of them up and counting under her breath, before she looked up again and nodded.
Izuku didn’t really think anything of it, sending her off to bed and Fumi off into the woods to do… something, he wasn’t sure, and waved all of his friends goodnight, but the next morning, she came to find him at breakfast, sliding a notecard his way.
He blinked. “Hi Eri, you’re usually not up this early. Does it have something to do with this card?”
She nodded.
“Is it for me? Can I read it?”
She nodded twice, smiling widely.
He gently took it off the counter and his eyes scanned it, chewing his rice mechanically and taking another sip of miso, before he blinked and set everything down, giving her his full attention with wide eyes.
She looked up at him shyly, wringing her hands in her dress. “I’m turning seven…”
He nodded dumbly before breaking out into a grin. “And your mom is hosting a birthday party? And you want me to come?”
Eri nodded again. “It’s gonna be a full moon, so she can bring everyone. Like Tobi and Ginsei and Zawa and Gama and Shiko!”
He beamed. “I’d love to come to your birthday party, Eri! Thank you so much for the invitation! Do you want help passing the rest of them out?”
She shook her head. “I'm gonna get Zawa to help, mum says he has to as my mortal parental guardian.” She carefully sounded the words out and grinned when she knew she had gotten it right.
Izuku giggled. “Ok, sounds good! Happy delivering!”
He kept the smile as she left the room and then it grew tinged with slightly more panic.
Her birthday was in two days.
Her mother was hosting.
He had to give Eri a gift that her mother would approve of.
He was giving a gift to a demigod.
He took a deep breath and stopped catastrophizing, knowing it wouldn’t do him any good. He decided to break things down into more manageable pieces.
One, Eri was, yes, a daughter of a goddess, but she was also turning seven and hadn’t had much of a childhood. He knew she liked apple flavored things from copious amounts of experimentation, unicorns because they reminded her of herself, space and the stars because they reminded her of her mom, and liked Tobi a lot because he was cuddly and she claimed he was soft. Her mother was not above pranking people, was good friends with Tobi’s mom, and actually seemed really chill, especially for an actual goddess. While yes, he only had two days to get a present, Eri’s birthday was on Sunday, and they’d be heading up the night before to congratulate her at exactly midnight on her birthday, when she was born. That meant he had today, Friday, and tomorrow, Saturday, to leave campus and purchase a gift, or he had those two days to construct one.
Regardless, he thought to himself, one thing was for certain.
Aizawa and Tsukuyomi at the same party?
This was going to be funny.
Aizawa was noticeably avoiding the moon goddess, and pretty much everyone knew it.
The party was taking place in the birch groves, lights like twinkling stars hung up in the trees, and Eri was running around and giggling.
The guests of the party ranged from UA students and staff (Nedzu, of course, being in attendance), to spirits and minor deities, to the other two siblings of Heaven. Susanoo would often just blink at someone who approached him before looking away, lost in his own world. Any questions asked received cryptic and circular answers and soon enough people tended to leave him be to stare into the middle distance.
Shikomawari was there, in fact, talking to some of the gathered youkai and almost smiling, and Gamakichi was talking to Tsu, showing her off to any spirit he came across, talking about her skills and her familial connection to him, and she bore it with stoic grace. Most of the spirits at the party were slightly confused as to why humans were there, but stories were spread and they saw Izuku’s easy interactions with the Noble Siblings and spirits and realized that this was the Middle, and suddenly everything was cool again.
Izuku almost found himself overwhelmed with all the spirits who came over to greet him and thank him for eliminating the sorcerer and freeing all the bound spirits, but he was fueled by spite to keep smiling and not show his discomfort, because the moment he looked bewildered, Tobi laughed at him, so there was no way he was backing down now.
Ginsei and Tobi, when they weren’t heckling him or her husband and his father, Jiu, were pranking party goers, wrapping Eri into their schemes as well as a way to get full immunity. Once, Izuku swore he saw Tsukuyomi looking directly at them when they were enacting a prank, but she just blinked slowly, curled the corner of her mouth up, and went right back to her previous conversation, light laughter carrying over the wind as it delicately wound through the trees.
Soon, midnight approached, and Tsukuyomi swept up her daughter in her arms.
“We are gathered here today,” she smiled brightly, “to celebrate the birthday of my daughter. She is turning lucky seven this year, most lovely on this, the year of our freedom and the righting of the balance. My Eri was brought to life on Yule, the winter solstice, and the longest night of the year, where I am the strongest. I poured life and power into my precious child and she has grown wonderfully. Eri, my darling, I would give you the stars if I could, but while the night is my jurisdiction, I think incandescent balls of gas are more my sister’s style.”
A ripple of laughter went through the crowd and Amaterasu huffed and rolled her eyes, still beaming widely.
“But you’re seven,” Tsukuyomi mused, “and something tells me you wouldn’t want the stars anyway, so I got you something different, hope you don’t mind.”
Eri grinned and shook her head.
Tsukuyomi leaned in and touched her nose to her daughter’s right as the moon reached its peak and a powerful stillness took over the grove.
“Happy birthday, my dear.”
There was a slight moment of silence before the crowd erupted into cheers and congratulations, Izuku trying his best to out yell them all, and soon after most of the spirits gave their blessings and well wishes, and then left, leaving behind just a select few.
Izuku, his mother, Tobi and his parents, Fumi, Hitoshi, Shouto, Yugawa, and of course, Aizawa, were all that remained, and Tsukuyomi visibly relaxed a little, breaking out in a more genuine grin.
“Now for cake! I know it's a human tradition, but my darling dear deserves only the best things in life so I absolutely made cake!”
Ginsei snorted. “Wrong, Jiu and Inko made a cake and you helped.”
Tsukuyomi pouted. “I don’t know how to bake, Gin, leave me alone!”
She snorted. “If it makes you feel better, I don’t either, Yomi. Jiu is just so good at it, my sweet little dumpling!”
Jiu rolled his eyes, but he was blushing a tad.
Inko smiled at Eri. “I was more than happy to help, every child deserves cake on their birthday.”
Tobi perked up. “Mam, when is my birthday again?”
Ginsei sighed and tweaked his nose. “Same as it’s always been, kit. In half a year.”
Yomi waved her hand and a table appeared beside them, surrounded by twelve chairs, two on each end and four on the sides. She took a seat at one of the ends with Eri, and smiled and fluttered her eyelashes at Aizawa to insist he sit on the other side of the girl, “as his other guardian, it’s only right!”
Aizawa slowly sat down as if he was afraid the chair would bite him, and Izuku and Tobi shared a look.
It was starting. Now that he couldn’t justify avoiding her with such a small gathering, it was starting, and it was going to be great.
She made her first move when they were halfway done with their first slices of cake.
“Darling,” she flashed him a smile, “you’ve been getting more sleep, I’m glad!”
He blinked and exhaled, eye twitching a little. “…What makes you say that?”
She beamed. “I haven’t seen you out at night nearly as much! It’s good you’re taking better care of yourself, since you are a teacher and a parent now.”
Hitoshi raised an eyebrow. “My lady, even I can see his bags are still awful, worse than mine, even. I highly doubt he’s actually been getting sleep.”
She blinked, as if she hadn’t considered that possibility. “But then what is he doing at night if not patrolling and not sleeping? You’re not… avoiding me, are you, my dear?”
Aizawa closed his eyes after fixing Hitoshi with a glare. “That would be illogical, I have no reason to avoid you.”
Translation: yes, absolutely.
Tobi grinned. “Don’t worry, Gaki, ever since we started teaching spirit stuff you get an extra two hours of naps during the day, so you can go back to patrolling and not worrying about your nonexistent sleep schedule anymore. After all, you’re most comfortable at night anyway, and you need to be out there, helping people, right?”
Aizawa grimaced. “…Right. I’ll soon go back to my regular patrol, with that weight off of my back.”
Tsukuyomi beamed. “Oh, wonderful, I’ve missed the moonlight caressing your ruggedly handsome face!”
Aizawa’s expression didn’t change, but he ducked his head a bit so his hair would hide his eyes and ears, which were now very red.
Eri swallowed her last bite of cake and looked up at the man, eyes innocently wide.
“Are you going to be my dad?”
Fumi was the only one who was able to remain stoic and not give a snort of laughter at the almost terrified look on Aizawa’s face.
“…Why do you say that, Eri?”
“Because most boys and girls have two parents. Sometimes it’s two mommies, sometimes it’s two daddies, and sometimes it’s one of each, but pretty much everyone has two. Yabu and Tobi have three! And Uncle said you’d be a good dad.”
Aizawa looked incredulous that Susanoo had managed to tell her that in a rare moment of being present, but if the god had said it, it wasn’t like Aizawa could refute it.
“Would you…like me to be your dad?”
Eri nodded decisively. “You’re really calm and nice. And mum likes you, which I think is important.”
Tsukuyomi giggled lightly. “It is, that’s true. And I do!”
She fluttered her eyelashes at him again and he gave her an incomprehensible look before turning back to Eri.
“…If you really want me to.”
Eri beamed and nodded before turning to Hitoshi. “Saki, do you have parents?”
Hitoshi tensed and blinked, smile becoming a bit fixed. “I have guardian figures, yes.”
Eri’s eyes narrowed knowingly. “But not parents?”
Hitoshi pursed his lips and shook his head.
Eri turned to Tsukuyomi and they had a silent conversation with their eyes before Tsukuyomi shrugged. “Ask your father.”
Aizawa jolted (yeah, he had agreed to that, even if it wasn’t legally binding to humans yet) and blinked. “Ask me what?”
Eri looked at him with doe eyes. “Dad, can Hitoshi have parents too?”
“Why are you asking m… oh. Well, I think that’s up to him, he’s big and can make his own choices.”
Hitoshi was staring incredulously between the three of them. “Um.”
Eri looked up at him, turning her doe eyes to the purple haired boy. “I promise I’ll be a good little sister. Please, Saki?”
He gave a slightly incredulous smile, huffing with disbelieving laughter before looking away, expression never changing.
“I think I’m getting forcefully adopted by a god.”
Izuku snorted. “Welcome to the club. Maybe you’ll even get a new name out of it too.”
Tsukuyomi clapped, beaming. “Your family name is Shinsou, so Shingetsu? Since we will be your new family, it only makes sense to change the family name. Of course, you can just take it as an additional name, it’s yours regardless should you wish it.”
Hitoshi blinked, smile falling a little. “You… you mean it? I’m just a random kid.”
“Not so,” she hummed, “not only are you a good friend of darling Izuku, but you’re kind to my daughter and spend time with her, keeping her company and bringing her joy! Also it would bring a nice balance to the family,” her eyes filled with mirth, “but with your night activity, you fit right in.”
Hitoshi blinked, eyes shining a little. “That’s hardly a reason. Kids are a commitment, and I’m too much hassle, everyone says it.”
Tsukuyomi’s face never changed, but her eyes became a little thunderous. “They were wrong. Children are a joy and a gift, and I would be more than pleased to call you my own, Hitoshi.”
Aizawa shrugged. “You’re a teenager, but that doesn’t make you any less deserving of people who care.”
“And then Tobi and I can stop the pranking on your foster family!”
Hitoshi whirled around to Izuku, who was innocently inspecting his clean plate. “Excuse me, what? That’s been you guys?”
They both looked up, then at each other with a blank stare, before turning back to Hitoshi.
“No, what are you talking about? That’s just been a slew of bad luck and misplaced objects.”
“Or things moved just a little bit to the left,” Tobi conceded.
“Or,” Izuku winced, “their shampoo getting replaced with stuff that makes them smell bad but on a time delay.”
“Or,” Tobi snapped his fingers with a grin, “there suddenly being a hole in every other pair of socks!”
“Or there being inconvenient puddles where they’re likely to step in them with only socks on, for those times when they don’t have a hole in their socks.”
Ginsei gekkered. “So proud of our boys, those are good ones.”
They both pouted in sync. “But Mam, we didn’t do those things! It was just happenstance!”
“And I’m the Pope, sweeties.”
The three of them devolved into bickering, Izuku casting a side glance at Hitoshi so he could see the boy relaxing a bit with the distraction and attention off of him.
(Years down the road, when Hitoshi was doing solo patrols, he caught a particular criminal who brought up how unlucky it was that that night the sky was clear, so the moon could illuminate the area. Hitoshi stopped, blinked, and said, “Oh, that’s right, mom’s out.”
The criminal looked at him like he was crazy.
“That’s… the moon.”
Hitoshi hummed in agreement and used his hand, the one not holding onto the criminal, to wave. “Hey, mum, I’ll talk to you later, I’m just wrapping up patrol.”
Later, in interrogation, the criminal looked at the officer in scared bewilderment.
“That hero dude is crazy!”
The police officer merely raised an eyebrow, and they continued.
“He was talking to the moon!”
Realization dawned in the officer’s mind and they nodded sagely. “Yeah, that’s his mom.”
“ …What the fuck.”
It never stopped being a source of amusement for the precinct, and Hitoshi wasn’t about to stop.)
It was a training exercise when it happened.
It was a mostly stealth operation (Aizawa had proudly mumbled that this year’s class would likely have more underground heroes than any other year when he thought no one was listening, he was wrong, at least six students heard him) and Momo was watching next to Izuku and Tobi while Kyouka’s team went.
Momo gave an almost imperceptible wistful sigh when Kyouka managed to pull off a particularly good move, knocking out Ojirou silently and dragging him away.
Izuku and Tobi exchanged a glance with a slight grin, but left her be.
It wasn’t until Kyouka’s team won and started to come back to the observation room that Momo started to fidget, and Izuku raised an eyebrow at her until she glanced at him and sighed, lacing her hands together loosely to stop her movement.
“I don’t know,” she murmured, “I just want to… get her something, as a congratulations, I don’t know…”
Kyouka walked into the room last out of all her teammates and there was a crackle of pink from Momo’s laced hands.
They all looked startled and Momo carefully unlaced her hands in bewilderment.
“I usually have much better…control…”
Her eyes widened drastically and her hands started to shake as she lifted her creation for more people to see.
It was a delicate white lily.
“Um,” she squeaked, “ don’t…”
Hitoshi raised an eyebrow. “Did you make a fake flower?”
She slowly shook her head and extended it to Kyouka. The girl gingerly took it like she thought it would bite her and her eyes widened when she touched it and her eyes shot up to meet Momo’s.
Momo nodded. “It’s… alive. It won’t stay that way, since I didn’t create it with a root system or anything but…”
Tobi sniffed the air and blinked before breaking out into a smile. “A yuri for Yuri? And, of course, for yuri.”
It seemed like only Kyouka caught the second one, muttered under his breath as it was, and she glared at him before blushing.
“Wait,” Mina yelled, “I thought you couldn’t make anything alive?!”
Momo slowly turned to Izuku. “When you first read my chakra, you asked about growing plants. You knew?”
Izuku shrugged. “You said no, and you know your quirk better than me, so I never brought it up again. You can make plants now, I guess. It might have needed knowledge of chakra, I don’t know.”
Momo bit her lip and looked down at her hands before they sparkled again and another lily popped out, this time in orange. She furrowed her brow.
“I was trying to make a different plant…”
The class watched eagerly as, for the next week, Momo kept trying to make plants, ,only for all of them to come out as various types of lilies. She, of course, gave all of them to Kyouka at Tobi’s insistence, since it was her name, and Kyouka got steadily redder as the week went on until finally, finally, Momo made a different plant in the common room before dinner.
“Yes,” she cried, “something other than a lily!”
Everyone immediately looked up from what they were doing and eyes zoomed in on the flower she was holding.
A red rose.
Momo stiffly stood up and cleared her throat, almost as red as the rose, and daintily walked over to Kyouka before delicately holding the rose out to her.
“Ah,” she coughed lightly, “I figured out that I have to… want the plant. Emotionally, that is. I was getting lilies for… well, for you. I… Kyouka, Yuri, will you go out with me?”
Now they were both blushing, but Kyouka took the rose and murmured out an affirmative and the class erupted into cheers.
Izuku sidled up to his brother.
“So did you know when you gave her the name?”
Tobi snorted. “Know what? Yuri has multiple meanings, Youshi.”
Izuku rolled his eyes. “Whatever, Koishii.”
Tobi stuck out his tongue.
Tobi was on a mission, and Izuku had no idea what was going on.
It wasn’t like the Prank War that lasted all of April, starting on April Fools (“It’s basically,” Ginsei would grin, “a designated prank day!”), but it did also involve the whole school, somehow. Anytime he’d ask someone what his brother was doing, he’d get shifty eyes and a shrug, or a simple “I dunno, something big though.”
No, it wasn’t like the Prank War that spanned every department and got even the teachers involved in what would go down in history as the most hellish and simultaneously amusing month UA had ever known. It did, however, culminate in a Game Show assembly.
“Gather round,” Tobi gekkered, “for the top game of the century! Our contestants are ready and raring to go, and our judge- wait, where’s Kuro and Kage?”
“With Yubaba,” Mezou shrugged.
“Darn,” Tobi clicked his tongue, “then I need a new judge.”
Izuku raised a hand and an eyebrow. “I mean, I could do it, if you tell me what’s been going on for the past two weeks.”
Tobi waved him off. “No, you’re the last person we need to judge. You’re only here on a technicality and because Mesuno looked disappointed when I told her what was going on and that I wasn’t inviting you.”
Izuku blinked and looked over at his mother, sitting with Ginsei and Jiu, and she shrugged, but smiled and mimed zipping her mouth shut. The two kitsune looked a little more mirthful, Ginsei’s eyes practically sparkling.
Izuku still had no idea what was actually going on.
“We’re here for a reason you all know-” “I definitely don’t,” Izuku protested, “-and for the prize you all know-” “what?” “so let’s put our hands together for our two contestants, Yuki and Saki!!!”
The two came out with impassive but determined faces and sat at the two appropriated desks across from the rolling whiteboard Tobi had and the audience, made up of basically everyone they knew at UA including the teachers and other departments.”
Izuku was so lost.
“So,” Tobi said as the clapping died down, “when did you first know you’d be a contestant here today?”
“When you told us,” Shouto blinked in confusion.
“No no,” Tobi waved a clawed hand, “I mean like, when did you first meet the criteria for becoming one of the contestants.”
Hitoshi snorted. “Homie, that first time I was invited to hang out, I was gone. I mean, I didn’t know it yet and I wasn’t exactly planning on acting on it, but that was enough for me.”
Shouto blinked. “Ah, that’s what the question means. I suppose when I gathered water in my palms for the first time. It was pretty special.”
Izuku blinked. How were those two things related? If he could figure that out, he’d figure out what the point of this whole thing was!
Tob nodded. “Decent, decent. Ah, our new judges are Tsu, Kashi, and me. There will also be the parent vote and the audience vote, so make sure you’re on the website that Nekkyou made for this event!”
Mei cackled and waved.
“Judges, what are our current scores?”
Tsu hummed. “Both have reasonable answers of memories that meant a lot to them. Eights for both.”
“I’d say Saki had a more personal answer,” Mezou remarked idly, “so I’ll give him an eight and Yuki a six.”
Tobi nodded decisively. “Six for both from me, I’m not terribly impressed. Audience and parents, vote now and we’ll add your score averages to the totals!”
Mei hauled out a TV screen that had YUKI and SAKI on it, split by a line in the middle, and the numbers poured in until they got a steady average, and then all the numbers were added up with the scores from the other judges, putting Shouto a few points in the lead.
Izuku had no idea what they were being scored on, and he couldn’t find the website to vote himself.
“Next question,” Tobi crowed gleefully, “what do you each bring to the table? Spontaneous answers only, Yuki you first!”
“I have three elemental cores,” Shoutout said immediately, “which is rare and strong. I have a diverse set of talents and am set to be a top hero, so I will have a magnitude of wealth at my disposal with which to buy nice things and have a good house.”
Hitoshi raised an eyebrow and snorted. “I have more emotional capacity than a spoon. I also have been adopted by a god, so I have that going for me, and Eri is my cute little sister. If we’re talking natures, I am easier to relate to with my mainly yin nature. I might be going underground, but that doesn’t mean I won’t make good money anyway.”
Tobi clapped. “Worthy and valid responses, let’s cast our votes! Tsu?”
“Yuki seems to be insinuating that money will fix all problems,” Tsu commented as she pondered, “and while it can certainly fix many of them, it is not the be all and end all. I will be giving Saki more points this time.”
That seemed to be the consensus all around, with the tallied votes putting Hitoshi ahead of Shouto.
It continued like this for a while, questions Izuku couldn’t figure out relations to, and he honestly had no idea what this was about. It seemed like a judge of character or something, but what on earth were the questions based around and what could possibly be the reward?
Finally, it was the last question.
“Why,” Tobi flourished, “should you get the prize?”
Hitoshi flashed a smile to the audience. “If I haven’t made it clear enough so far, nothing I say will change your minds. Vote for me and you know I’ll cherish the opportunity the prize gives me.”
Shouto almost glared at him. “I have also said my case. If I win, I will prove your faith in me correct.”
Tobi nodded solemnly and turned back to the audience. “With that, comes our final vote. They are neck and neck, dear audience, and this will be the determining factor of who wins here today! Let the final voting begin!”
Izuku looked around, still completely lost. He had no idea what the questions were about or what the prize was.
Finally, the numbers were added up and there was a drumroll before the scores flashed on the screen.
Completely even, down to the decimal point.
Tobi floundered. “This… I didn’t think this could happen. I didn’t plan for this. Nekkyou, everything is working correctly?”
She scoffed, offended. “Of course! Can’t you just give both of them the prize, though? I don’t think that’s against the rules.”
Tobi furrowed his brow. “I mean, yeah, I guess. And they met my point threshold to even qualify, so I guess… huh. They both win.”
The audience broke out into cheers and Tobi’s face broke into a grin, turning back to the contestants. “Congratulations, Yuki, Saki, you both are allowed to date my brother!”
Izuku’s head shot up.
“WHAT?!”