For the first time in what feels like an eternity, Midoriya Izuku is nervous. The only time he remembers being nervous is when Isshin Climbed out of Genichiro's neck.
And that was a damn long time ago. He wasn't even nervous for the entrance exams to his dream university.
Why is he nervous then? You ask?
He is waiting in front of his own door, wondering if he should use the key, or just knock.
'What the fuck- Pft- Ha! What an absolute moron!' Shura laughs.
'Hey- pft. Don't- Don't laugh at my successor! Ha-' Nana barely manages go disguise her laughter.
'If you're going to defend me, don't laugh yourself.' He facepalms.
Let's just knock.
"Just a minute!" She says, voice muffled from behind the door.
The door clicks open, she's still in his shirt.
"Oh, you're back.." She pauses, "Why didn't you just use your key?" She asks.
His eyes are that of a dead fish.
"Don't ask." he sighs.
After getting in, he sets his bag in his room. It's One 'o' clock in the afternoon right now, they should probably set her room up.
He walks up to the sofa, noticing she was watching an anime, now muted.
"Did you eat yet?" He asks, setting his bag down on the sofa.
"I did, yeah." She confirms, sitting next to his bag.
He sets his helmet onto the table, and sits next to his bag, which served as a barrier between them.
"Well, we need to visit a carpenter, buy you clothes and go shopping. It'll probably take a lot of time." He says, opening his phone.
"Shit we should probably get you a new phone, right?" He asks.
"It's probably best to play it safe." She says.
"Did you live alone?" He asks to make sure.
"Yeah, there's no one in there to notice." she explains.
"By the way, I'm not fond of blowing someone else's money." she says, brows furrowed.
"No need to worry, I'm good on money." He smiles.
"Is that so?" she looks unsure still.
"Totally, I bought this place with my own money you know?" He says, defensively.
"So this isn't just off of your dad's pockets?" She mocks.
"Ah. No, I never had a father." He says, not hurt at all.
She bites her bottom lip, ashamed at her insensitivity.
"Oh, I'm sorry about that. I didn't mean to-"
"Its okay." he cuts her off.
Because it really was, he didn't care much for his biological father anyway.
"In any case, we'll go get furniture first, then we can go in whatever order you want." He says, getting up to grab his keys.
"Whatever order I want?" She asks again.
He nods, his eyes travelling around her body language and posture to figure out what she was feeling.
"You probably need a lot of stuff, it might take a while but we have all day. I'm not really knowledgeable on women's clothing either, so you're going to have to come with." He explains.
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Midoriya of the Dragon's Blood
Fanfiction"Oh shinobi, open your eyes." These are the words a small child named Izuku remembers from his extremely vivid dream. He was wounded and hungry, which shouldn't be possible since it was just a dream, right? Follow this story as a child finds his spo...
