Tea Latte (My Hero Academia One-Shots)

Introduction - Midoriya Izuku

     I looked over at Izuku who was furiously writing in his notebook about the hero/villain fight he saw on his way to school. He told me briefly about it, which turned into him droning on and on about the little details and me deciding to watch people walk through school grounds from the window. Izuku poked me with the back of his pen and asked if I was still listening and I shook my head "no." I gave him an apologetic face and asked if I could just read his notes later. He nodded and tucked his notebook under his class materials.

     I packed my things up slowly, eyeing Bakugo and his friends from my peripheral view. Izuku was preoccupied with his own thoughts again, I assumed. I attempted to help Izuku from Bakugo's terror, as usual, but Bakugo threatened to blast me along with Izuku's notebook. I watched the notebook fall past the first few floors of the school building and rushed past the scene of boys to salvage the pages that Izuku never failed to share with me.

     The exit doors were farther away than I remembered but the notebook had nestled itself in a tree. A few pages fluttered against the ground in the breeze, and I held them close to my body as I picked them up. I shook the tree gently to make the notebook fall, but it didn't budge. I looked around me as I used my quirk to make the leaves carry the notebook down to me. As soon as the notebook was in my hands the leaves drifted to the ground.

     I took the loose pages and neatly put them back where they were originally. My eyes wandered up to the open window of the classroom. I hope Izuku is okay. Bakugo's voice snapped me back to reality, but I didn't see Izuku trail behind. Bakugo sent me an annoyed look and I held the notebook tighter.

     "Don't think that you're off the hook (Y/N)," he said. Bakugo shoved his hands deeper into his pockets and sauntered toward the school gates.

     I sat down on the edge of the nearby fountain and waved at Izuku who was half-jogging toward me. I held out his notebook so he could take it back.

     "Oh, don't worry about it (Y/N)! I finished up the notes during class so you can take it and read over them," he said. "But thank you for holding onto it while Kacchan was yelling at me."

     "No problem," I said. "I wish he didn't pick on you so much."

     I laughed and rubbed the back of my head. Izuku gave a sheepish smile and we walked toward my house. I invited him inside and my mom was prepping dinner in the kitchen. We offered to help her, but she told us that she would be fine on her own. I led Izuku up to my room, a familiar action over the years we'd known each other. I set my bag down next to my desk and sat on the floor next to Izuku. I placed the notebook in front of us and opened it to the new entries from earlier in the day.

      "Izuku! Read to me." I scooted closer to him and rested my cheek on his shoulder.

     He blushed and started explaining his notes. I listened and asked questions about the scene he witnessed rather than what he ended up writing down. He was in the middle of explaining the different quirks he saw the heroes using when my mom called us down to eat.

     We thanked her for the food and ate together with smiles on our faces. Mom asked us what we were doing upstairs, and we spoke briefly about the incident that Izuku ran into on his way to school. She laughed at the two of us, saying that he always found a way to get caught up in situations like that. As long as he's not in real danger.

     Izuku and I cleaned up after eating and shuffled back to my room to finish talking about his analysis of the quirks. I sat down on my bed and let my feet hang off the edge. I pat the space next to me motioning for him to sit with me. He sat down next to me, and I watched his shoulders stiffen.