(One Week Later)
"Moving past that, would there be any simple explanation for how things might be going?"
"Easy, PERFECT even." Midoriya answered to the therapist's question, a blue stress ball constantly being tossed up towards the ceiling and landing back in his left palm to repeat the cycle. "It's like I'm flying a plane and there's not a single cloud in the sky that's gonna block me from seeing where I'm going. Before, I still had a little bit of doubt here and there but now? Tch-heh, I don't see myself finding much doubt about anything anymore. Or worry for that matter."
"I see." The therapist noted. "And how goes your relationship with Ms. Yaoyorozu?"
"Better, now that I think about it. I wouldn't say I've detached myself a little bit from Momo cause let's be honest she wouldn't even allow me to think of that sort of thing hmph, but I'm not as glued to her side as I used to. I mean, she still spoils me, and she tries to drown me with basically everything she has to offer when it comes to love but, when it comes to my issues and my problems I try to reserve that type of stuff for me and me only. I'll hear her words, I'll listen to her advice but, I don't like burdening too much of it on her shoulders if I don't have to. She's already busy with so much stuff going on at her neighborhood and all, I wouldn't want to crowd her plate any further.
I've been spending a little bit of time on my own too, just sort of walking around and seeing what's new around here. It's....weird. Nothing's really changed at all since I went overseas to the States but at the same time, feels like everything's so different. I guess that's because I'm seeing this place for what it is as a regular person instead of a hero like before U.A, if that makes sense. People recognize me a lot when I go out on my own, but they don't bother me too much. I'm glad though, it spares Momo from having to come rescue me from a mob of fangirls. Because the last time that happened HOH man, she got real upset over that.
We've been going out a lot lately, out and about I mean. I treated her to dinner several times for the past few nights, she got a bit angry at me for spending so much when I shouldn't have. But I'm not really worried about money, I'm comfortable with where I'm at, plus if I take the job offer that U.A gave me I definitely don't have anything to be concerned about."
"Really now? U.A offered you a position as faculty member?"
"Yeah, Combat Training Instructor. All Might you know he's, he's about getting worn out by now after everything he's been through he's probably cursing at his body because of something creaking so much. And since they already know me and know what kind of abilities I have, they said I'd be perfect to have on their roster in case things ever went awry. It's just...hmm..."
"Something about the job offer doesn't seem all too inviting?"
"No, not the offer itself, it would be the students." Midoriya explained. "By now, I think my story is known to just about anybody who's been alive for the past five or six years. They know what I've done, what I stopped back then, and they're probably only ever going to see me that way. But, the thing is, I don't wanna be known as Deku anymore. Yeah, I did some good things but, at the same time I've made a number of errors under that moniker, one too many errors that I'm comfortable with. I've moved past the idea of me being a hero again, and if I go there to become am instructor I'd feel like I wouldn't exactly fit in with the rest of the staff. I'd feel...out of place.
Plus I mean, it's teaching we're talking about those are entire classes of students who would all look to me for advice in case they get stuck on something. ME? Being a TEACHER? I-I dunno I mean that's the responsibility of teaching the next generation of heroes that are going to be our there looking after everyone's safety it's a big deal. Plus, looking at Eraserhead? Doesn't seem like they get much sleep either."

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Love's Creation (IzukuxMomo)
FanfictionThere were so few objects in the world that Momo Yaoyorozu couldn't make whether it be limits of knowledge or a third party factor. But there was something else that she could not create alone. Something that would require the hands of two people wh...