My Hero Automata

Chapter 32: Letting Out the Stress

Summary: Izumi and Momo finally escape all the questions and try to unwind.

Warning: This chapter contains a mild lime. It is mark for people that want to skip it.

Chapter 32: Letting Out the Stress

Momo and Izumi had eventually managed to retreat to their private workshop-cum-safehouse. They hadn't escaped without a visit back to the Midoryia residence to reassure Izumi's mother they were fine, of course. But, as they hadn't revealed the little detail that Izumi might have been intentionally targeted, Inko hadn't been so worried as to insist they stay. While they felt a little guilty about leaving that bit out, they'd been able to justify doing so with what they intended to use the remaining time they should have been on internships for.

Not all students had been able to be recalled. Asui, in particular, was out at sea and Selkie wasn't about to end their sea patrol early. Likewise, Iida literally lived in a home attached to his family agency, which is where he'd chosen to intern. Said agency had removed him from field work but was continuing to have him learn the more paperwork oriented parts of the job. The result was that, while all students had been officially recalled, they couldn't just pick up classes where they'd left off. Particularly as the staff themselves were unavailable, internship week being one of times the heroics department staff reliably had free to do things like handling their own recertifications, professional network building, and so on. All of which meant that the two remaining days that the internships had been cut sort by, plus the weekend they would have segued into, were essentially free time for Momo and Izumi.

Of course, they weren't intending to actually treat it as free time. The first day had been used up on their debrief and family time. But, starting tomorrow, they were intending to spend the remaining two days working on some security upgrades for the Midoryia penthouse. The Yaoyorozu manor, of course, already had stupidly good security, up to and including a set of the new teleport jammers the company had made for UA. Considering the number of ex-military and ex-hero staff also employed by the Yaoyorozu family, and the very-much-questionably-legal security measures that had been installed when her parents had first realized how much of a target their daughter's Quirk might make her...

Well, suffice it to say even the League would likely have regrets about attempting to assault the Yaoyorozu manor. Bloody ones. On the other hand, though the Midoryia penthouse was located in a high-security complex where a number of heroes also lived, it was still a comparative weak point. Over the next few days, the two of them would be quietly installing some additional not-exactly-landlord-approved defenses, just in case someone tried to grab Inko. It wasn't a perfect solution, as Izumi's mother did still work for the Bakugo family's fashion house. Thankfully, her actual hours changed so randomly that it would be difficult for someone to predict when she could be snatched coming or going for said work. With 2B able to use the upgrades to keep a remote eye out for anyone actively casing the building, they could at least drastically reduce the risk to her. The upgrades, new procedures, and a YoRHa designed tracker that should be the effectively unblockable/undetectable by modern technology, which could be worn on Inko's person. Those were the best they'd been able to come up with in their brainstorming with Nedzu and All Might.

That, however, was all for tomorrow and the days following. For tonight, the two of them had cooked their own semi-romantic little dinner. They had worked in sync to cook a Pork Ragù dish that was one of their mutual favorites. It was an activity that they both found relaxing, in no small part because of the time Izumi had taken to teach Momo how to cook at all, in the past. Soaking in the peace of those simpler memories, they avoided talking about the events Izumi had gotten involved with. They'd been talked to death already, repeatedly, and all their emotions had been run through and trampled over in regards to it. So now, they focused on other things.