The One Who Lived // Izuku Midoriya

26. the start of something new

Arc 2

After the Kamino nightmare, things didn't go back to normal.

"I want to come with you too!" You whined, grabbing onto your father's arm and floating your body upwards as you clung to him.

He waved his arm around like he was swatting off a bug, or shoving off a disobedient child. "No. You need to go get your stuff moved into the dorms."

Your father had finally let you off the protective leash he put you on after the incident. (Only you weren't allowed to call it that because he said it would make people think he actually puts you on a leash)

But damn he may as well have, you haven't been allowed to go anywhere without him for weeks.

You should have been ecstatic that he was allowing you to venture off to the dorms alone, but that would just be another place to be surrounded by pro heroes playing helicopter parent. Besides, the only reason you wanted to go was to say hi to your friends and Midoriya.

"Whatever." You drawled out. "Lameee." You darted to your room to grab the box that you had packed earlier and brought it to the car an employee from the school brought over to pick you up.

"Whatever you do, don't let Izuku's mom not let him come back! He has to!" You called, shoving the box into the trunk, while pulling the hero driving the car inside to help you out.

"That's her decision, Y/n. You'll have to accept whatever she says."

"I just don't work like that." You winked at him. "I'll go over there and start crying and tell her how I need him to be there to protect me after the whole kidnapping fiasco."

Your father shoved you (lovingly) back into the house. "And she'll tell you that your pro hero father can do that just fine. Keep talking like that and I'm going to have to start worrying about your progress as a hero you manipulative little shit." He chuckled softly. "Go get the rest of your stuff before I put you on a real leash."

"Hey! I grew out of the ones they sell for toddlers a long time ago old man!" You shouted.

"Really?" He made a motion with his hands that signified something, in this case you, was small. "You look like you'd still fit."

"Oh just go already!" You saw the car pull up. "Good morning All Might!" You grinned and waved giddily, shifting from your grumpy demeanor, to the retired pro.

"Morning, young Aizawa." He lifted his hand that wasn't bandaged to greet you.

You scoffed. "Please, you're basically my uncle. Call me Y/n." You waved your hand dismissively.

"Inside Y/n." Your father snapped.

"Sir yes sir." You made a mocking saluting motion at him as you ran back inside the house.

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"Yes I'll call you when I get there." You laughed softly. "But only if you call me whenever they leave, I don't believe for a second that my father will follow up with me." You grunted as you shoved your remaining box into the back of the car.

"Deal." Izuku's laugh was breathless and incredibly intoxicating.

"How are your injuries holding up?" You asked.

"I'm doing much better." You wondered if he was flexing his arms, stretching out the muscles that must be pretty tense.

"That's what I like to hear." You were grinning, you were always grinning when you talked to him.

He laughed softly. "How cool would it be," You knew he had just laid back on his bed because you could hear the squeaking of the springs within the mattress. "If we all lived together?"