BNHA reacts to Cardcaptor Izuku

Cultural Festival Mishaps!

A/N: Hey everybody, and welcome back to another chapter! Hope you enjoy it!

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"Oh man, I'm so excited!" Kero shouted. Izuku merely rolled his eyes at the flying around. "Hey, you don't know how long it's been since I've gotten to eat sweets!"

"One week." Aizawa answers stoically. "Are we sure it's normal to have such an obsession with sugar? Illogical."

"Aw, don't be such a grouch, man!" Hizashi laughs, making Shota roll his eyes. 

The lion plush crossed his arms, pouting at the green-haired boy. "It's been a really tough time for me, ya know?"

"Kero," Izuku sweatdropped, "It's literally just been a week. Seven days; one-hundred and sixty-eight hours, not a lifetime. Besides, you aren't getting the ones I'm making in class, remember?"

"Well, counting the hours just makes it sound like Kero-chan's had a painfully long time!" Sato laughs, putting a tart in his mouth (Kero-chan would've pouted more at that injustice)

The lion plush wilted at the reminder. "Those are an apology to my mom for eating all of the cake a week ago."

"I said I was sorry..."

"Anyway, I need to visit the library for some notes. Wanna come along?"

"Research? What does your class need you to do research on?" The golden guardian flew up to his face, blocking the way out of his room, almost a complete flip in emotions. "They aren't bothering you again, are they? It's not that spikey-haired jerk, right?"

"What did I say! Your hair isn't that different to mine after all!" Kirishima jumps in triumph. 

"Sure, sh*tty hair." Katsuki shrugs, letting Eijirou swallow down his small victory. 

It was funny seeing the mixed look of concern and anger on such a plush face; the way Kero's eyebrows suddenly came into existence and furrowed, a complete juxtaposition from his soft, default look. Rather than laugh, Izuku took it as the concern and care that it was, smiling brightly at his companion, even as he gently moved him.

"Aww, please, their relationship is too cute for me!" Nemuri cooed, wriggling and squirming. 

'I'm glad I've got such support here too..' Izuku smiled brightly, looking at the room of people he knows would die for him. 

He couldn't wish for more!

"No, I volunteered to do this." The bedroom door was opened, the two moving to the fridge for a portable snack before leaving the Midoriya apartment. "Our class is doing a 'hero wax museum' for the cultural festival at the end of the month. Because of that, we needed people to bring in information about heroes to practice."

"But don't you already know, like, everything there is to know about heroes? For some reason, I can't believe you need to go to a library." Kero's confusion is not unwarranted. 'I do have thirteen notebooks dedicated solely to heroic information...' the green-haired boy blushed, covering his face with one hand.

"Wait- thirteen?!" Aizawa spun back, almost cracking his neck from whiplash. 

"Um...yes?" Midoriya answered, sounding more like he was asking a question. 

"We're all dying..f*ck, why did I ever let Nezu find out about this child..." Shota whispered, a traumatised shadow haunting his eyes. 

Hizashi made no attempts to comfort him, knowing this would not go well himself.