Avatar: Hero of the West

by Wolf_Link

Summary:

Izumi Midoriya's quirk is bull. She can train to be stronger than a normal person, but has an extra appendage. This appendage get's her in a situation that most would think impossible, just tell that to the mothers of her children.

Notes:

• Inspired by The One Night Miracle by QueenBeck, Syber_Slash

Chapter 1: The Girl in the Accident

“Well Ms. Midoriya, your daughter’s quirk is certainly strange to say the least,” the doctor said, sitting down in the seat across from my mother and myself.

 

“Strange? I think my daughter having a- you know what, a little more that strange ,” my mom said, looking at me.

 

“Well, it’s a bit more than just her having both forms of genitalia. Her testosterone levels are also increased compared to most kids her age. We believe that this increase is to allow her to not only build leaner muscles starting at a younger age but give her the ability to be as strong as people with natural strength enhancers but with more work to get to that point,” he explained.

 

“So, she isn’t in danger? It isn’t going to mess with her or anything? Can we get it removed?” my mom asked.

 

“She’s not in any danger, it won’t mess with her except for the fact that some kids might make fun of her for it, and I will recommend against having it removed as it might be what gives her the testosterone and without it she might as well be quirkless,” the doctor said.

 

“Well, can’t you see if it’s what gives her the testosterone?” my mom asked.

 

“Don’t worry mom, I’m alright with keeping it. I don’t care if people make fun of me. I can still be a hero,” I said, speaking up.

 

“Are you sure Izumi?” my mom asked, uncertain.

 

“Yeah, I can be a hero right?” I asked, looking at the doctor.

 

“Sure, I don’t see why not,” he said.

 

“See, that and plus it makes me different,” I said, smiling.

 

“Alright honey, if you’re sure,” my mom said.

 

“I am curious, what’s the father’s quirk?” the doctor asked.

 

“Well, I think he said it was a strength enhancement. I’ll admit I don’t remember much from that night,” my mom said, scratching the back of her head.

 

“Ah, I see. Well let me know if you need anything,” he said.

 

“We will, thank you doctor,” my mom said, standing up and bowing.

 

The next day I got to school and told everyone that my quirk made it so I could get stronger than normal people, but made sure to not tell them about my extra part like my mom said not to. After a couple of weeks Kacchan started calling me Deku because he thought my quirk was useless. I tried to not let it bother me, but it did slightly. Mom and I decided to go to the doctors to see when I could start building muscles safely. He said that in about a year it would be safe.

 

“So mom, there’s a dojo run by Gunhead and I was wondering if I could go there?” I asked.

 

“Well, we’ll have to talk about it in a year,” she said, driving the car.

 

“Mom,” I whined.

 

“Izum-”

 

CRASH!

 

“Ugh,” I grunted, as my vision cleared. I looked to see we were hit by another car. I squirmed my way out and onto the street. I quickly looked around and saw a tea shop nearby named the Jasmine Dragon. I ran to it as fast as I could and burst in. “Help!” I yelled.

 

“Young lady, what is the problem? Are you hurt?” an old man with gray hair wearing a green kimono asked, walking over to me.

 

“My mom and I got hit by a car,” I said.

 

“Show me,” he said, putting the tray of tea he was carrying down. I led him outside as he took out his phone and said something about Dragon of the something. “Alright, stay here and I will do what I can,” he said, walking over and ripping the door off of my mom’s car. I watched as he pulled her out as an ambulance pulled up. “Get this woman to the hospital! I’ll watch the child, she needs help now!” he yelled.

 

Two people got out and put my mom on a gurney as a hero called Death Arms went to the other car and got the man who was driving out. I just stood off to the side and watched for a bit before a hand tapped my shoulder.

 

“I will take you to the hospital that your mother is at,” the old man said.

 

“Why are you helping me?” I asked, following him to a small car.

 

“Because, while I might be retired, I was a pro hero at one point. I was number one long before All Might,” he explained, driving off.

 

“Woah, you were the number one?” I asked.

 

“For a number of years, yes I was, but then I decided to pursue my lifelong dream of owning the best tea shop there is,” he said, pulling into a parking lot. He led me out of the car and to the receptionist.

 

“Hello, how can I help you?” she asked.

 

“A woman was brought here from a car crash, I have her daughter with me. She has green hair,” he said, showing a license.

 

“She’s in surgery now, I’ll have a doctor come check on the child to make sure she is not injured,” the woman said, typing on the computer. 

 

A few minutes later a woman walked out.

 

“Hello, I need to check you, would you come with me? Your Uncle can wait out here,” she said, looking at the retired hero.

 

“Oh no, I’m not her Uncle, I was just the first person she found and helped,” he said.

 

“Oh, my apologies,” she said. “Here,” she said, putting her hand out. I took it and she led me to a room where she looked at me and bandaged a cut I had on my forehead I didn’t realize I had. She did give me a weird look when she checked my legs and waist for injuries. 

 

“It’s a side effect of my quirk,” I said.

 

“Alright, I was confused there for a moment,” she said, before checking the rest of my body. “Alright, other than that cut you seem to be in near perfect health. Some food might be a good idea though,” she said. She led me out to the waiting room where the man was.

 

“How is she?” he asked, walking over to us.

 

“Nearly perfectly healthy. She could do with some food,” the doctor said, before turning and walking off.

 

“Well, how about you sit down and I get you something. What would you like from the vending machine?” he asked.

 

“Um, katsudon if they have it. If not then beef ramen,” I said.

 

“Alright, I’ll be right back,” he said, walking off to find a machine. A few minutes later he walked over to me with a bowl and a couple of cups. “They only had ramen, I also got you some green tea to try to calm your nerves,” he said, setting the bowl and one of the cups on the small table in front of me before sitting with the other cup and taking a sip. “Hmm, not great but pretty good for being from a machine,” he said.

 

“Thanks for the food,” I said, before eating the ramen. I then drank the tea and found it to be good.

 

“So, are you feeling better?” he asked.

 

“Yeah, thank you,” I said.

 

“It is no problem. What is your name? I haven’t asked you yet,” he said.

 

“Izumi Midoriya, what’s your’s?” I asked.

 

“Iroh,” he said. “I do not use my family name as I feel my son has brought shame to it with his actions but he claims it’s to bring ‘true honor’ to it. I am sad to say that it’s my fault for not raising him correctly and focusing more so on hero work,” Iroh said.

 

“You must be Inko Midoriya’s daughter,” a doctor said, walking over to us. “We did everything we could, but it was too late,” he said, kneeling in front of me. 

 

“Oh,” Iroh said.

 

“I am sorry to say your mother passed away,” the doctor said, bowing.

 

“N-no, no, s-she’s all I have,” I said, feeling water fall down my cheeks. “No-o-o-o,” I cried out.

 

I don’t remember much of what happened as everything felt like a blur. Iroh became my guardian as my mom didn’t specify anyone to be my guardian if she were to pass. He helped me move into the extra room in his house behind his tea shop. He also had a dojo for practicing martial arts. After a year I got home from school and sat down as he had a cup of tea sitting for me and the shop was closed early.

 

“So, Izumi. I want to ask you a question. Do you still want to train to be a hero?” he asked.

 

“Yes,” I said. “Why?”

 

“Well, starting today I will train you. Put this on and meet me in the dojo,” he said, handing me a red gi with a darker red trim.

 

I went to my room and changed before walking to the dojo to find him meditating.

 

“So, what am I going to start with? Kenjutsu, Karate, Bojutsu, which one?” I asked.

 

“Hahahaha,” he laughed.

 

“What?” I asked, confused.

 

“Just the fact that you think I am going to start by teaching you a fighting style,” he laughed.

 

“What do you mean?” I asked.

 

“Before I can teach you to fight, you need to get stronger physically and spiritually,” he said.

 

“What?” I asked.

 

“If you want to save people you must have a strong body and mind. While your school will teach you knowledge and I can teach you strength, you need to work to better your mind. Starting today you will spend two hours meditating between school and going to bed. For two hours after school we will work on training your body to get you physically stronger. After a year I will determine if you can start learning a martial art and be able to actually fight, unlike the current number one hero All Might who just punches and hopes his overwhelming power will stop them but has no true control,” Iroh said.

 

“Why don’t you like his fighting style?” I asked.

 

“Because, how he fights isn’t a martial art. He uses a brawling style that might work for him, but isn’t what I would want the younger generation to try to emulate, which is why I fought with multiple styles of martial arts so anyone could find one that fits them and their quirk, but now most kids think they just need to power through anything. I’m just glad that you want to learn a martial art, but that will be later, for now we get you stronger by having you go shopping with me,” he said, standing up.

 

“What?” 

 

“Trust me, this is how I trained,” he said, walking out of the dojo.

 

I followed him as we walked for about an hour until we got to a bulk store. He walked in and didn’t grab a cart. He then grabbed a ten pound bag of tea leaves and put them in my arms. We then grabbed five more and then a couple ten pound bags of crackers to the point that I was carrying eighty pounds in total.

 

“Um, shouldn’t we get a ride or something?” I asked, slightly struggling.

 

“Nonsense, now we walk home to stock up the tea shop,” Iroh said, taking the crackers for himself to carry. We walked back to the shop and put the bags in the back before going into the house. “This is what I use in the shop once a week. Tomorrow we will focus on stamina by running all the way to the beach,” he said. “For now, go meditate in the dojo while I make dinner,” he said, walking off to the kitchen.

 

I went into the dojo and sat with my eyes closed and legs crossed as I tried to tune out all sounds like how I read about people meditating. After a bit of time I could smell the cooked meal as Iroh opened the door.

 

“Soup’s ready,” he called.

 

“What did you make?” I asked, walking in.

 

“Beef gyoza and clear soup,” he said, setting two small bowls with two larger bowls that were steaming.

 

“Thank you for the meal,” I said, sitting down before grabbing a gyoza and dipping it in the clear soup.

 

For the next year this was my norm. I then went into the dojo and noticed something was different. Uncle Iroh was standing up.

 

“What are we doing today?” I asked.

 

“It’s time to start training you to fight. What do you want to start learning?” he asked.

 

“Bojutsu, it would be good for offense and defense,” I said.

 

“Then go grab a couple of bo staff,” he said, stretching.

 

-Eight Years Later-

 

“Why am I here?” I asked, looking at the house in front of me and thinking about what happened to get me to this point.

 

“What?” I asked.

 

“I heard some kids talking about a party. They said anyone who wanted to could go. You should go spend more time with your peers,” Uncle Iroh said.

 

I sighed and walked into the house. I went to the bar and a drink was placed in front of me before I could tell them what I wanted. I shrugged and drank it, forcing it down when I realized it was alcohol. I finished the drink and could tell I was already buzzed from whatever drink this was and how much alcohol was in it. I walked to the back and was handed another drink. I just drank it, not caring what was in it. I had a couple more drinks before I realized that I was probably drunk. I looked to see a couple of girls talking and was immediately turned on. The first girl was shorter than me, had short purple hair, and a slim figure while the second one was taller, had long black hair in a high ponytail, and a voluptuous figure. The two were talking and I decided to take a shot of whatever I had before walking over to them.

 

“Hey,” I said.

 

“Hello, what can we do for you?” the taller girl asked, her words slightly slurred.

 

“Well, I was going to ask if you two were an item,” I said.

 

“It’s complicated,” the shorter girl said, her words not quite as slurred. “Why?”

 

“If you were, I was going to ask if there was room for a third,” I said, smirking.

 

“What attracted you to us?” the taller girl asked, giving me a sultry smile.

 

“Well, at first it was your bodies, but now I can’t help but find your eyes to be cultivating. They are both beautiful dark onyx colors,” I said. “And I feel like getting lost in them, and maybe the sheets at the same time.”

 

“Forward much?” the smaller girl asked, smirking but also red faced.

 

“That’s a good question. I’ve had too much to really care about how forward I am, I know I like what I see and I’m rock hard,” I said.

 

“Well, wouldn’t be the first time we’ve done it,” the taller girl said, sharing a look with the smaller girl before grabbing my arm. “I know somewhere private we can go,” she said, pulling me down a hallway as my vision blurred.

 

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“Ugh,” I grunted as I opened my eyes. I looked up and realized three things. One, I wasn’t in my room. Two, I was bare naked in a bed. Three, I wasn’t alone. I looked to my sides to see the girls from the party both naked just like I was. I slowly got out of the bed and put my clothes on ignoring the splitting headache I had as I got dressed. I quickly made my way to the train and made my way home.

 

“Ah, so you finally return. Had too much to drink?” Uncle Iroh asked.

 

“I have a headache, can I get some medicine?” I asked.

 

“I already have some out for you with a glass of water. I will be able to run the shop without you for the day,” he said.

 

“Thank you, I will be in my room dying,” I said, walking to the kitchen and taking the medicine and going to my room. 

 

-One Year Later-

 

I walked up to the gates of UA ready to take the entrance exam. I had my dao swords and bo staff on my back. I saw the girl with purple hair from the party walking in with a baby carrier on her chest. I saw the child in it and froze at the sight of the child having green hair with a couple strands of purple and felt something in my mind tell me the child was mine.

 

Shit, I didn’t think I could get a girl pregnant. What if she hates me? Alright, I just need to calm down and I can figure out what to do later. I thought, taking a deep breath before walking into the building. I walked through the halls trying to get to where the practical was going to be explained when I could hear a small scene just inside the door.

 

“Excuse me, you with the purple hair!” a boy said in an authoritarian voice, almost like he was already a hero. “It’s extremly inappropriate and completely unacceptably for a soon to hero in training to have a child! I suggest you take to the closest orphanage to dispose of it! Or better yet, I will do it myself to make sure that it is actually gotten rid of!” he exclaimed.

 

Is he talking about that girl? About my child? I thought, walking through to see him and the girl with the child. “Hey,” I said, looking at him and noticing his quirk was similar to a pro hero I was familiar with. “Ingenium wannabe,” I added, getting him to look at me.

 

“What do you need?” he asked, turning around to look at me with a stern look.

 

“Since you look like Ingenium, why don’t you act like a good human being so you don’t give him bad rep. Do you think a hero would tell a person to get rid of a kid?” I asked. “How about you sit down and shut the fuck up.”

 

“You dare talk to me like that? I suggest you go with this slutty-” 

 

I kicked him in the face and through the wall we were standing by.

 

“ I suggest you go find a better career,” I said, turning around to see the girl with Present Mic standing behind her.

 

“Hey, let’s calm down listener. It’s alright, UA has stuff to help people in this situation so it isn’t a problem. Now why don’t you go sit in the audience so I can explain the practical portion,” Present Mic said.

 

“Alright,” I said, turning and walking up the steps to my seat.

 

“We need to talk after this,” the purple haired girl whispered lound enough I could hear.

 

“Yeah, I figured that much,” I said, kicking myself in the rear end. I took out a card. “If I don’t get a chance beforehand, go to this place. I’ll be there,” I said, handing her the card to the Jasmine Dragon, Uncle Iroh’s tea shop.

 

She took it and went down her row to sit while I went to mine. I went through the exam using my swords to cut the robots down and punching them when I couldn’t cut. A week had passed before I was working in the tea shop and heard the bell ring.

 

“Welcome to the Jasmine Dragon, please take a sea-oh,” I said, turning to see both the purple haired girl and raven haired girl carrying a child. The one the raven haired girl was carrying had mostly black fluffy hair with a tuff of green at the front. “I got a place we can talk in private, would you like tea?” I asked.

 

“Yes, what kind do you have?” the raven haired girl asked. Her speech told me she was from a more prosperous family.

 

“I got it,” I said, going to the back and taking my apron off. “Uncle Iroh, I’m going to be talking with some friends of mine in the dojo. Will you be able to handle the shop?” I asked.

 

“Of course, would you like me to bring tea?” he asked.

 

“Already on it, also please don’t bother us. It’s important,” I added, unsure what to tell him at the moment.

 

“Alright, just make sure to clean up,” he said.

 

“Yep,” I said, grabbing the tea pot I used to make some tea and three cups. “Follow me,” I said, gesturing to the door in the back. I then led them to the dojo and set the pot down before grabbing the table and setting it up in the middle. I set the cups out and poured them both a cup.

 

“Thank you,” the raven haired girl said, taking a cup and drinking it. “Oh my, this is Gold Tips Imperial.”

 

“I thought it would be the best. I wanted to apologize for what happened during the party,” I said, bowing.

 

“Pfft, it’s alright. We were all drunk and honestly, Momo and I are closer thanks to it,” the purple haired girl said. “By the way, my name is Kyoka Jirou, and this is Kyomi Jirou.”

 

“I’m Momo Yaoyorozu, and our daughter is Momi Yaoyorozu,” the raven haired girl added, emphisising the word while looking at me.

 

“W-wait, you don’t hate me? You aren’t angry at me?” I asked.

 

“Of course not, it was all of our faults to be completely honest,” Yaoyorozu said.

 

“I-I guess so. I’m Izumi Midoriya by the way,” I said, realizing I hadn’t told them my name.

 

“So, you’re a chick with a d-”

 

“Kyoka,” Yaoyorozu said, stopping her.

 

“Um, yeah. It’s a side effect of my quirk. I produce extra testosterone that allows me to build more muscle than normal people and faster. At the moment I’m as strong as anyone with a level three strength enhancer,” I explained.

 

“Ah, that explains it,” Yaoyorozu said.

 

“So, you wanna be a hero too?” Jirou asked.

 

“Yeah, what about you Yaoyorozu?” I asked.

 

“Indeed, I’ve actually already been accepted through recommendations to UA’s Hero Course,” she said.

 

“Nice! I hope I get in,” I said.

 

“Well, with the impression you left on everyone I think you should be alright,” Jirou said. “Kyomi found it funny. I had to keep her quiet during the explanation.”

 

“I-I wanted to ask. C-could I hold her?” I asked.

 

“Of course, we want you to be a part of their lives,” Yaoyorozu said.

 

“And, well, our lives as well,” Jirou said, standing up and moving over to me. She explained how to hold her and then gave me the child.

 

“W-what do you mean your lives as well?” I asked, looking at the child. My child.

 

“We were in a strange place in our relationship. We weren’t sure if we wanted to stay together during school or not and if so would we allow the other to date and everything was weird. Then you come across and threw a wrench into our lives,” Jirou explained.

 

“Then after we learned we were both pregnant with your kids we realized we weren’t unsure about each other, but missing something. You , and well we decided we wanted to include you in our relationship if you would be alright with it,” Yaoyorozu said.

 

“I-I’m not sure. How about we spend the time between now and school getting to know each other first?” I asked. “I definitely want to be part of their lives, but the relationship seems like too much of a jump to me,” I said.

 

“We completely understand,” Yaoyorozu said.

 

“Still, we want to be at least friends,” Jirou said.

 

“Alright, let’s start as friends,” I said, looking down at the small child in my arms.

 

AN-

Alright, this is a long ass first chapter for me, and I didn’t really see a good point to cut it off at since splitting up the different build ups would mess with the pacing. This idea came from a discord server I am on fused with an idea I had from a picture of IzuJirou and IzuMomo daughters hanging out in a bed, and I thought about how this might come to be. I am also going to be discontinuing my MHAxBerserk fic as I just am not sure I want to continue it with how dark it was going to be getting. Let’s just say it would be darker than actual Berserk because of a couple of things. So, next chapter they will start hanging out and Izumi will get to know her daughters and their mothers. Also, I will say I won’t be writing explicit smut, but I will refrence it. Make sure to follow, favorite, comment, and kudos! Link Out!

 

Discord: https://discord.gg/wB5Sg26gkx

Chapter 2: Meeting the Jirous

“Alright, I’m officially confused,” the blonde man in front of me said.

 

I was currently at Jirou’s house explaining that I was the one who was technically the parent of her child.

 

“I have to agree, this is quite bizarre,” Jirou's mom said.

 

“I can’t blame you,” I admitted, scratching the back of my head. “It’s because of my quirk and I didn’t know I could, well, get a girl pregnant. I’m sorry for what I did,” I added.

 

“Alright, I’m scared to ask what your quirk is,” her father said.

 

“In and of itself it’s not too weird, just one of the side effects of it makes me have the male genitalia too,” I said, avoiding that word.

 

“Is this why you avoided all of our questions on who the father was?” he asked.

 

“Um, yeah. Kinda difficult to say that the father of my child is a girl,” Jirou said, holding Kyomi.

 

“So, I’m guessing you’re also the child of Yaoyorozu’s child,” her mother asked.

 

“That I am, I am also working on figuring out ways to help them with raising them the best I can,” I said, looking at Jirou and Kyomi.

 

“Alright, I’m supposed to threaten you as the father of a girl you accidentally knocked up, but since you seem sincere and honest I’m just going to say make sure to be there for them,” her father said, staring at me.

 

“I will.”

 

“I’m going to get started on dinner. Would you help me dear?” Mrs. Jirou said, standing up and walking to the kitchen.

 

“Sure,” her father said, standing up and joining her.

 

“Well, it seems like that could’ve gone worse,” Yaoyorozu said, making her presence known at the door.

 

“Hey Momo,” Jirou said, getting up and walking over to the rocker in the living room and putting Kyomi in it before going up to her.

 

“Hey, Midoriya, wanna hold Momi?” Yaoyorozu asked, lifting the child up.

 

“Yes,” I said, quickly going over and taking her into my arms.

 

“Eager much?” Jirou asked.

 

“Hey, I already missed out on the first few months, I’m going to accept anything and everything I can get,” I replied.

 

“It’s fine, just as long as you are careful,” Yaoyorozu said, setting her baby bag down and embracing Jirou.

 

“Yay,” I said, sitting on the couch and holding the child close to me.

 

“How can she be so cute with a kid?” Yaoyorozu asked.

 

“I think it’s unfair,” Jirou said.

 

“Eh, I-I’m not cute. I’m not even attractive,” I muttered.

 

“You realize I have heightened hearing right?” Jirou asked.

 

“Well, I’m not wrong. I’m not attractive. Not like you two,” I said, before freezing as what I said hit me. I turned to see Yaoyorozu smirking while Jirou just froze up

 

“Thank you,” Yaoyorozu said. “Also, you are plenty attractive yourself,” she added, walking up and looking over my shoulder and our child in my arms.

 

The three of us talked in the living room and played a fun game of pass the babies for a while until Jirou’s mom called us for dinner. We all went to the table and sat down while eating.

 

“So, what are you planning on doing for a career?” Jirou’s dad asked me.

 

“I want to be a hero. I actually took the exam for UA,” I said. “That’s where Jirou and I met each other for the second time and I realized my mistake.”

 

“Remember the jerk I was telling you about? She’s the one that put him in his place,” Jirou said.

 

“Oh, well thank you for defending her,” her mother said.

 

“Honestly I just did what I thought was natural. My Uncle taught me to always be kind and caring, but if someone is being a jerk then to stop them as quickly as you can and that violence should be a last resort. Let’s just say it’s my favorite one,” I said, smirking as I took a bite.

 

“Who’s your uncle?” Yaoyorozu asked.

 

“He’s the one who owns the tea shop in front of the house and dojo. His name is Iroh but he doesn’t use his last name. He’s not really my uncle, but he took me in after helping my mother and I after we got in a wreck and she didn’t make it. He’s been training me to fight and to be a hero,” I explained.

 

“Oh, is he a hero too?” her mother asked.

 

“Retired.”

 

The rest of the night went by with some mindless chatter. I left to catch the last train home and noticed it was already dark out. I walked into the house and could smell tea.

 

“So, how was the meeting?” Uncle Iroh asked.

 

“Not too bad,” I said.

 

“So, when will I get to meet them?” he asked.

 

“When the UA letters come in,” I said.

 

“Ah, so in a couple of days,” he said, taking a drink.

 

“How do you know that?” I asked.

 

“The principal and I are old friends. He mentioned it when he learned you were living with me,” he said.

 

“Well, we agreed that we would open them together in the dojo and that you could meet them then,” I explained.

 

“Ah, alright. So have you decided when you are going to be meeting the other girl’s parents?”

 

“No, Yaoyorozu says it would be better if I didn’t,” I said, remembering her aversion to the meeting.

 

“Hmm, Yaoyorozu. That name sounds familiar to me,” he muttered. “Well, if it comes back to me I’ll let you know.”

 

A week went by and true to his word the envelope came in. The girls came over with their letters and the babies. Uncle Iroh kept them busy while we went to the dojo and stood in a circle.

 

“So, how do we want to do this?” I asked.

 

“I’ll go first,” Jirou said, opening her envelope. A small device came out and a hologram of All Might appeared explaining that he will be teaching and that she passed with 42 points and would be in 1-A.

“Alright, well I guess my turn,” I said, opening the envelope. It was All Might saying I passed with 79 points and would also be in 1-A.

 

“Well, I guess it’s my turn to see what class I am in,” Yaoyorozu said, opening her’s. It was a small rat creature explaining that he was the principal and that she was placed in 1-A too. “We’re all in the same class.”

“Yeah, we all made it!” I said, excited.

 

“So, I think this requires a celebration,” Jirou said, sharing a look with Yaoyorozu.

 

“I agree,” she said, looking at me.

 

“Izumi Midoriya, want to go on a date with us?” Jirou asked.

 

“W-what?” I stuttered.

 

“We were thinking that if we all passed we could go on a date, test the waters as one might put it,” Yaoyorozu clarified.

 

“I-uh, alright. I guess we can,” I said.

 

“We’ll do the work, you just need to show up at the place we tell you, alright?” Jirou said.

 

“What have I agreed to?” I asked myself.

 

AN-

So, someone asked how Izumi could get out of the car and Iroh didn’t hear it. First off, Izumi was in the back passenger seat and the car got hit on the front driver's side so her door wasn't damaged and Inko was right where it was hit. The reason Izumi didn't explain this was because she was so young and confused. Secondly Iroh, he's old so his hearing won't be as good as his youth and I never said that was the closest place to the wreck, just the first place that caught Izumi's eyes. Now for this chapter, we see Izumi meeting the Jirous and they all get their letters. Next chapter will be the date and first day of school. Now it's time for me to sleep. Why sleep? Write another chapter for a fic. Oh, that sounds like a good idea. Make sure to follow, favorite, comment and kudos! Link Out!

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• Part 25 of ADHD Ideas