“Mom, I’m going to meet up with some friends tonight! I don’t know when I’ll be home, but it’ll probably be pretty late, so don’t bother waiting up for me.” Izuku yelled as he finished packing his laptop and tried to get his bright red shoes on the correct feet.
“Ok baby,” His mom smiled with tears in her eyes, “I’m so glad you have friends, you’ve seemed so much happier lately. Tell them I said hi and invite them to dinner sometime, I want to meet these friends you’re always talking about.”
Izuku hummed noncommittally as his mom pulled him in for one last kiss on the cheek before he ran out the door.
It had been almost seven months since Izuku had wormed his way into the underground hero community, but tonight would be the first time he would be meeting any of his friends in person. There was a massive drug ring they had been following for a while and a lot of heroes were coming together to take them down. They had even invited Izuku, well, Deku, to tag along and maybe even be onsite to help strategize when their plans inevitably went off the rails. He’d warned them that he wasn’t really ready for combat, but there were enough other pros that they didn’t think it’d be problem. The raid itself wouldn’t be happening for another few months anyway, but everyone involved was meeting tonight in a secure location so they could make sure they all work well together and start planning.
The meeting wasn’t in an area Izuku was highly familiar with, but since he’d gotten involved with the underground, he’d spent a lot of time studying maps to create better location analyses and plans for the heroes he helped. So when he exited the train, he confidently followed the mental map he’d memorized before he left. The rundown apartment complex didn’t look like much, but it was typical of the areas his friends worked in. He climbed the stairs to the second floor, found the correct apartment, and took a deep breath.
Then he knocked.
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“We’re just waiting for Deku, right?” Ms. Joke asked, lounging back in her chair and putting her feet up on the scuffed table. Fourteen other underground pro heroes plus Detective Tsukauchi were all gathered around in the dingy apartment, idly snacking on refreshments as they waited for the meeting to officially begin.
“He should be here soon,” Eraserhead replied flatly. There was a knock on the door, “And there he is now.”
Sir Nighteye rose and called through the door, “How were things in Tokyo?”
The group had chosen a question/answer password system to ensure that no uninvited guests crashed the party. Everyone inside waited with bated breath, prepared to attack or evade should the answer be incorrect.
“The weather was terrible, but the food was great.”
The heroes exchanged shocked glances. The password was correct, but the voice was that of a teenager, not an old man like they had been expecting. They waited one second longer, then Nighteye asked, “Who is this?”
“Deku?” It was stated as if it were a question and the person on the other side of the door was apparently young enough that his voice was still cracking. Nighteye looked to the others for confirmation and Shota shrugged, gesturing to open the door. May as well see where this leads.
The kid, because it was undeniably a kid, on the other side of the door was not what Shota was expecting. He was short and scrawny, with just hints of muscles starting to show on his arms, and his dark green hair looked as if he’d lost a battle trying to comb it. To complete the look of an innocent teenager, he was wearing jeans and a T-shirt with, Eraserhead squinted to read the writing, yep, that said pants. Deku was wearing a T-shirt that said pants on it.
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