A week had passed since I told Momo my quirk and it had felt kind of like a weight off my chest. She picked up that Katsuki knew about my quirk and she always made a move to keep herself in the way of him getting to me. Out of the experience of her knowing we had also seemed to become a bit closer as friends which was nice. Since for the first time, I finally felt like someone was actually on my side.I also spent that week getting used to being called Aizawa since the tired worm had legally and reasonably changed my name to match his, officially making me his 'son'. At the current moment, Momo and I were making a list of color themes as well as necessities for the baby as we sat in a fancy chair at the spa.
"What do you think about a lighter forest green, lavender, and creamy white?" Momo asked as she looked up and out of the overhead window.
"I'm noticing a forest theme with the colors you've been choosing. What if we just do an overall forest theme? It could be fun and painting it out would definitely be memorable." I asked as I jotted it down in the notebook I had opened across my lap.
"Ooo I could paint her crib and the wall next to it and you could make the mobile."
"If you want me to then sure aside from green and forestry are there any other colors you want on it?" I asked as Momo looked at me excitedly.
"Maybe some blues and pinks. I want Yuuna to be able to choose her favorite color and feel free to be herself." I nodded and wrote it down. "Ah, so how did you convince Aizawa to let you come and hang out at the spa with me?" I smirked and let out a small chuckle.
"I told him that only good parents would let their gay son go to the spa with their best girl-friends. That and I made him some coffee," I answered causing Momo to crack up at that a bit.
"And that worked? That's kind of funny but relieving to hear. Do you like having him as your guardian?"
"I don't know. I was used to living on my own for a while and having my boss as the closest thing to family or a friend. She never questioned why she never saw my mom or why I worked so much, just made comments like 'You're a kid you should be out living not working.'. Life sure has been interesting though now that Aizawa hovers around me when he gets the chance. It's like he's trying to find a way to absorb info about me." A chuckle left my lips towards the end and I sat back letting my muscles relax a bit.
"Sounds like it's fairly relaxing though and like he's supportive which is good. I on the other hand still have yet to figure out if my parents would be accepting." As she spoke the nail techs came over and began to paint our nails and the liking as we spoke.
"You could maybe ask their opinion on having kids young. Like scroll through your phone and find an article for one of those 16 and pregnant shows. Then you don't throw anyone under the bus and you can get a guess on how they might react."
"Hmm, I might try that." The stress about what her parents would think had been getting to her a lot in the last few days even though the bump had yet to really show. Even if it did I could cast an illusionary spell to make it look like it wasn't there. Time to change the topic to lower her rising stress. I thought as I glanced over to her.
"Are you excited about going to the USJ tomorrow?" I asked.
"Yes! I heard there are all sorts of scenarios there for us to learn from and train to work in. However, I will admit that the press break in the other day still has me slightly worried. They said it was nothing major and nothing happened but it's still bothersome you know?"
"Yeah, I understand that." My answer was honest but I felt a small bit of guilt in knowing that something actually did happen and that something much worse would probably happen the following day. I would have to call Tenko and remind him to leave Momo alone.
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Fanfiction(I will be back by January at some time) In a world full of different powers called quirks, Izuku's stood out. That's why he kept it hidden. When asked he would say he was quirkless or that it was a small profile reading quirk but the truth is that...