Immortal BNHA

4 Inko

Izuku Midoriya stared at Amy in disbelief, still processing what he had just witnessed. He had always viewed Katsuki Bakugou as incredibly strong, yet he was now flat on the ground after a single blow, then unceremoniously tossed out of bounds. "Hey, Kiddo," Amy said, breaking him from his thoughts. "You good?"

"Yeah? Just how did you learn to do that?" Izuku asked, his curiosity piqued. He had seen plenty of skilled fighters, but Amy's swift dominance left him in awe.

"Been doing it for decades, kid," Amy replied, a smirk dancing across her lips, the confidence radiating from her as if she were reliving those moments in combat.

"JUST HOW OLD ARE YOU?!" Izuku exclaimed, his eyes widening.

"That's classified, Kid," Amy teased, giggling at his reaction. She loved the way he was so earnest in his questioning.

"Figures," Izuku sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly as he resigned himself to the mystery surrounding her age.

As they spoke, Amy noticed Katsuki preparing to leave the stage, his frustration still evident. Seizing the moment, she called out to him, "Hey! Blondie! Would you and your old lady care to join us for dinner?"

Mitsuki Bakugou's face lit up at the invitation, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Oh, I'd love to! Katsuki, what do you think?" she urged, nudging her son with enthusiasm.

Katsuki hesitated, a mix of annoyance and curiosity swirling within him. Dinner with the woman who just bested him in combat? He didn't want to admit he was interested, but the prospect of spending time with Amy-and his mother's eager expression-made it difficult to refuse.

"Fine," he muttered, trying to sound nonchalant. "Whatever."

"Great! Let's go grab something to eat then," Amy said, clapping her hands together, her excitement infectious. As they began to walk away, Izuku felt a sense of camaraderie building among them. Maybe this unexpected dinner would turn into something more than just a meal; perhaps it would become the beginning of a newfound friendship and a deeper understanding of what it meant to be a hero.

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The restaurant was one of the more upscale establishments in the area, the kind where the ambiance was as much a part of the meal as the food itself. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a warm glow over elegantly set tables. "Okay, she's definitely not normal," Izuku Midoriya said, glancing at Amy as they settled into their seats.

"Define normal?" Amy replied, raising an eyebrow with a teasing smile.

Bakugou, still recovering from their earlier sparring match, chimed in, "She has a point. What does 'normal' even mean in this world?"

Amy smirked at the boys, her confidence unwavering. "I thought you'd be more sore after I kicked your butt," she said, leaning back in her chair as she casually sipped her drink.

Mitsuki Bakugou's eyes sparkled with excitement. "I wish I could have seen that! Katsuki getting his butt kicked by a girl-now that's a story worth telling!"

"Hey! She cheated!" Katsuki shot back defensively, a faint blush creeping up his cheeks.

"There's no such thing as cheating in a real fight, Blondie," Amy replied, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "If I were anything like the villains I take down, and if that had been a real fight, you'd be dead. Trust me, if you were an actual enemy, I would have finished you off while you were wheezing on the floor."