Chapter 11 - Training With The Trio
In the tender embrace of Inko, emotions spilled forth like a torrent. Her voice, a symphony of worry and relief, echoed through the room as she clung tightly to you. "Y/N, I missed you so much. When I saw the news about you and Izuku, I was worried and scared. I'm so glad you're okay!" she exclaimed, tears streaming down her face.
Izuku, the calming presence amidst the storm of emotions, attempted to reassure his mother. "Mom, it's okay. She's still okay. U.A. is allowing her to continue staying with us," he uttered, trying to alleviate her concerns. Despite his efforts, Inko remained steadfast in her grip on you.
A gentle sigh escaped your lips, a subtle acknowledgment of the familial warmth that enveloped you. Her hugs were a sanctuary, reminiscent of the motherly affection you had longed for. Eventually, she released her hold, though tears still lingered in her eyes. "Just as long as the two are safe," she sniffed, and you reciprocated with a comforting hug, patting her on the head. With a tender gesture, you buzzed your nose under her chin, eliciting a warm smile from her tear-stained face.
"Don't worry, Zuku-kun and I are strong. We can handle villain attacks," you reassured, playfully elbowing Izuku, who blushed in response. "Yeah, Mom, Y/N and I will now train for the sports festival," he declared, seizing your hand and leading you to his room, the sound of Inko's laughter trailing behind.
In the quiet confines of Izuku's room, the gravity of the situation lingered, and a newfound gift brought a technological shift to the atmosphere. "Hey, Zuku-kun, Present Mic gave me this phone as a gift. I don't know how to use it. Can you show me?" you asked, revealing the sleek device hidden in your jacket.
"You did?! Oh, that's so cool!" Izuku exclaimed, momentarily slipping into fanboy mode before regaining composure. "Okay, so the button on the side is the power button. Press it to turn it on," he instructed. As the phone illuminated, your red eyes widened in astonishment. "Cool! What's next?" you inquired.
Taking charge, Izuku continued, "Here, I'll give you my phone number, and I'll text you so you can text me back." He deftly typed his number and handed the phone back to you. A delightful sound chimed from your new device, signaling a message. You stared at the screen, a hint of embarrassment coloring your expression.
"What's wrong?" Izuku queried, tilting his head. You hissed under your breath, quills atop your head and neck bristling in a defensive stance. "I don't know how to spell," you admitted, unveiling a vulnerability that contrasted with your indomitable strength in the face of adversity.
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"And now, that's YouTube. You can search any video up here, and I'll show you," Izuku explained, introducing you to the wonders of the online world. Hours passed, with Izuku guiding you through the intricacies of your newfound device. Despite some initial clumsiness, your indomitable spirit and adaptability eventually tamed the technology. Your claws, once a potential hazard, learned to navigate the touchscreen like nimble cats.
"Thank you, Zuku-kun," you expressed your gratitude, another ding from your phone drawing attention to an unknown message. Izuku inspected it and explained, "Oh, that must be Iida. I gave him your number, and he texted me that when I got his, too." Intrigued, you engaged in a conversation with the mysterious sender.
Hello, are you Iida?
The unknown respondent confirmed, prompting a playful comment from you.
Just a guess.
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𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐂 || BNHA
Fanfic|REWRITING| ' Look at Her; She Is the Most Powerful of Us All ' _____________________________________________________ Y/N had a difficult past filled with hardship and oppression, which she despised. From the moment she hatched until her tragic dea...
