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Izumi found herself giggling like a madwoman when she walked back into her and her mother’s apartment.
“Had a good time?” Inko teased, looking up from a book she’d been reading on the couch.
“Mom… I think I’m in love with him,” Izumi sighed, sprawling out on the couch next to her mother. “He’s perfect! He’s literally perfect!”
Inko giggled. “I’m sure he is sweetie, how much have you had to drink?”
“Too much,” Izumi conceded, still gigging.
“And how much of this is you being drunk?”
Izumi thought for a moment. “Maybe only 20%.”
Inko nodded. “So the remaining 80% would still say you love him sober?”
“… I think so.”
Inko smiled. “That’s good. You deserve to be with someone who makes you happy.”
Izumi went quiet for a moment then nodded, a smile of her own forming on her face. “I do, don’t I?”
“You do honey,” Inko agreed.
Izumi yawned and closed her eyes as she curled up on the couch.
Inko chuckled and shook her head as she got from the couch to give her daughter some more room. She pulled the blanket off the top of the couch and draped it over Izumi before kissing her little girl’s cheek.
“Good night sweetheart.”
Osashi Uraraka was a frugal man. He did not believe in being wasteful. He was so wrapped up in making sure he did not spend money on anything unnecessary that he almost never spent money on anything wasteful.
Until tonight.
After he’d dropped off Miss Midoriya he was burning gas on a joy ride like there was no tomorrow. He was pretty sure at a certain point he’d likely get fined for speeding but he wasn’t sure he cared right now. He was on cloud nine and had no intentions of coming do-
His joy was soon on pause by the sound of his phone ringing. The call was from Bakugo. Osashi pressed the accept button.
“Hey Round Face, how was your date?”
“Izumi told me about your history,” Osashi said coldly.
Katsuki didn’t answer right away. He let out a heavy sigh. “Yeah, I figured that might come up.”
“You even told her to quote, ‘take a swan dive off the roof and pray that you’ll be born with a quirk in your next life.’ Where the hell did you get off on doing that to someone who was your best friend once?!”
“I was an asshole. I admit it. I was a snot nosed punk and if Izumi never wanted to talk to me after that I would’ve deserved it.”
Osashi let out a heavy sigh of his own. “You’re lucky she’s a good person.”
“I am.”
“I’m not going to press about this. Saying something shitty in middle school shouldn’t affect the good work you do now as a hero.”
“I appreciate that.”
“I’m still kicking you in the nuts the next time I see you!”
Katsuki chuckled. “I deserve that.”
“And I’m telling your mother!”
Katsuki went quiet again. “Do you really need to do that?”
“It’s the only way to really punish you.”
Katsuki gulped. “I’ll tell her myself.”
“Good.”
There was a pause where neither man spoke. “But really man, how was the date?”
Osashi let out a contented sigh. “It was really nice.”
“Are you gonna see her again?”
“Outside the diner?”
“Obviously.”
“I think so. We didn’t talk about going on a second date but I definitely want one and I’m pretty sure she does too.”
“That’s great man! I think you guys would be good for each other.”
“I think we would be too. She’s spontaneous but she’s also not super confident in herself.”
“And you’re self confident but you’re an overthinker. You compliment each other perfectly.”
“We kind of do,” Osashi chuckled.
Katsuki chuckled lightly. “Alright, we’ll talk more tomorrow after you make my voice go up six octaves. In the meantime, I’ve got an anti-bullying campaign to start up. Have a nice night, Uraraka.”
“You too, Bakugo.”
The Great Explosion Murder God hung up leaving Osashi alone with his thoughts again. He glanced at the phone in his cup holder then smiled.
“I should talk to her,” he mused quietly before pulling off to the nearest parking lot.
A gas station. Of course. He’d been burning a lot of fuel anyway.
Osashi pulled the phone and tried to ring Izumi.
To his surprise, someone did pick up. To his horror, the one who picked up wasn’t Izumi.
“Is this Uravity?” Asked an older woman’s voice.
“It is,” Osashi gulped. “Is this Izumi’s mother?” The hero inquired.
“It is,” the older woman confirmed. “I’m Inko Midoriya.”
“It’s a pleasure to speak with you, Mrs. Midoriya. I hope I showed your daughter a nice time.”
“You did. Don’t worry,” Inko chuckled. “Izumi’s sleeping right now. I decided to pick up for her, so you wouldn’t think she was ghosting you.”
“I would’ve figured she was sleeping. I’m glad she had a good time,” Osashi mused. He paused for a moment. “Does your daughter have a drinking problem?”
Inko laughed. “No no, she has a confidence problem. She’s not that big of a drinker honestly, she probably just had a bit too much because she was nervous.”
Osashi nodded. That tracked. “Liquid courage and all that.”
“Exactly.”
Osashi paused for a moment as a thought crossed his mind. “Hey just out of curiosity has Izumi ever wanted to do anything besides being a hero or a waitress?”
“She told you she wanted to be a hero, did she?”
“She did. She said it was her biggest dream her whole life.”
Inko sighed. “She never wanted to be a waitress, working the diner has always been her holding period. Just doing this until she can figure out what she wants to do instead.”
Osashi nodded. “I really want to help her find what she wants to do with herself. She’s a brilliant woman.”
There was a small pause. “I’m really glad you think that.”
Osashi could hear the smile in her voice. “Well, it’s awfully late. I’ll let you go ma’am. You have yourself a nice night now.”
“You too young man.”
Osashi hung up. This was turning into a productive evening. He had a date with a pretty girl, made a connection with the pretty girl’s mother, and convinced his coworker to start a new outreach program.
Another thought crossed his mind.
“Why not?” He hummed to himself, making his third phone call of the night.
“Hello?” Murmured another older woman’s voice.
“Hey mama, it’s Osashi.”
“Osashi! How’s my baby boy doing?”
“I’m doing pretty alright. I just had a date with a really nice girl and then I talked to her mama, and it had me thinking ‘bout how much I’m missing you and daddy up here in Musutafu.”
“Oh you were always were the sweetest dang boy I ever did meet,” Mrs. Uraraka grinned.
Osashi blushed.
“Now tell me about this girl. What’s she like?”
“About average height for a girl, green hair, green eyes, fair skin, freckles- Oh dear lord Mama, her freckles are the cutest damned thing I ever seen.”
Mrs. Uraraka giggled. “Is she nice?”
“Oh mama, she’s not just nice, she’s kind! She’s a big sister to a couple kids who lost their families.”
“Oh that’s so sweet!”
“And she’s tough! This girl don’t have no quirk but she was in the sports festival in my first year at UA, and she was the girl who beat the crap out of Mockingbird!”
“She don’t have no quirk and she beat up Mockingbird? Dang! That girl is tough!”
“I know right!”
“Well it sounds to me like you met a pretty great girl!”
Osashi let out a contented sigh. “I did.”
Mrs. Uraraka giggled. “Well it’s pretty late, so I’ll let you go loverboy, but I am so glad you called your little old mama.”
“You’re 6 '6 and you’re 42 years old, you’re neither little nor old mama,” Osashi teased.
“Well you got me there,” Mrs. Uraraka conceded. “Good night my sweet boy.
“Good night mama.”