You're Pretty Dumb For A Smart Guy [KamiDeku]

18.

(This was supposed to be posted much earlier but I forgot to take it out of drafts)

Midoriya was, to put it lightly, not enjoying himself. The last time he got separated from his friends in this mall, Shigaraki had come out of nowhere and threatened him so he wasn't too thrilled to be put in the same position again.

Today (Friday) the majority of Izuku's class had decided to all go to the mall and, just like last time, he had ended up alone. The best solution that he came up with was to go to areas that weren't densely populated so no one could easily get the drop on him. This decision bought Midoriya to a small little hole-in-the-wall shop with cute ceramic figurines and miscellaneous home decor pieces. Izuku was looking at a few hand-bound notebooks and journals, guiltily thinking of Kaminari as he did so, and debating whether or not he should buy the blonde a replacement for the one that he unintentionally stole/held from him. He wishes he was back at home reading it instead.

Midoriya's internal dilemma was interrupted by a frustrated grunt from somewhere else in the store. He put the book in his hands down and poked his head around the display he was standing in front of, spotting a short old lady with a less than pleased look on her face, glaring up at something on a shelf above her that was clearly out of reach. Midoriya quietly chuckled to himself at the sight before taking a few short steps over to the woman.

"Do you need any help?" He asked kindly, smiling down at her. The woman looked up at him and (to his relief) her irritated look almost immediately dissipated and she smiled back.

"Why yes, that would be very nice of you," she said sweetly in a way that sort of reminded Izuku of his mother. She then turned back to the offending shelf way above her head and pointed. "Do you think you could please be a dear and grab that for me?" She asked just as sweetly.

Midoriya looked to where she was pointing and guessed. "This snow globe?" He asked, grabbing it off the shelf by its base and bringing it down to the woman's level so she could take it.

She chuckled as she took it from his hands, shaking her head. "It isn't a snow globe, it's a plasma ball," She said, pointing up again even higher on the shelves where the box for it was sitting that showed a picture of the ball active and glowing.

"Oh!" Izuku exclaimed in understanding. "I've seen these, they're cool, I think Jirou has one," he told her brightly.

"I thought my grandson might like it," the woman said, nodding at his enthusiasm.

"I'm sure he'll love it," Midoriya said earnestly.

The woman looked at him oddly for a moment before shaking her head. "Say, are you busy at all for the moment?" She asked.

"Uhhh, not particularly," He shrugged, fully willing to help the woman further even if it just meant he had something to do.

"Well I'm going to go pay for this, do you think you would be able to help me find my husband?" She asked, quirking her head. "He seems to have wandered off,"

"Of course," Izuku agreed almost instantly. Looking for this woman's husband would solve both of his problems at the moment. One, being alone, if he's with her and she's with him, nothing can catch them by surprise, and two, if he's actively looking for someone, it's even less likely to be snuck up on.

"Oh wonderful, were you going to buy anything here? Let me get it for you," She said, a hand over her heart.

"Uh-" Midoriya glanced over at the stand covered in notebooks and shook his head. "No, you really don't need to do that,"

"Nonsense," She said, grabbing his hand and beginning to walk over to it. But she paused. An eerie few seconds passed as she just stood there, frozen stiff, and Izuku almost began to worry before she quickly shook it off and let go of him. "Ah, I should wear gloves out of the house..." she murmured.