Izuku wakes up enwrapped in comfortable warmth.
He feels his hands holding Nagant close, she's comfortably nestled into the crook of his neck, her breathing is stable.
The sight speeds up his heart. This doesn't happen often, this one Mark's the third.
He checks the clock at the nightstand, it reads six-thirty a.m.
Even though he'd slept beforehand, he finds the bed snug, and her embrace warm.
But as much as he'd like to stay in, there's croissants left proofing, and fresh food to make.
Nezu was probably interested in his findings as well.
Izuku sets her down slowly, hoping he doesn't wake her.
Though her eyebrows scrunched up when he left, she was still asleep. He chuckles and walks away.
He heads over to the kitchen to start up on breakfast and bake the already rested croissants.
Once he's put the already proofed croissants in the oven, he readies more of the dough.
The entire process takes three days, so Izuku always makes sure to get more to proof, as soon as he bakes a batch.
Once he's done with food prep, he sits down on the sofa as the oven whirs.
He checks his phone, a few texts from All-Might, Nezu and Mirko.
All-Might and Nezu wanted to speak to him after classes.
Mirko said he didn't need to come in for the last of his two days. Which he had no intention to comply with.
Sadly the internship program only lasted for a week. Izuku would not be getting out, at least not without exploiting a legal loophole.
Any offers Izuku wanted to accept would need to wait until work studies.
The timer going off reminds prompts him to get up.
He puts on a pair of mittens and takes out the batches he's made.
He sets them to rest on a wire rack, afterwards, he would pack a fair amount for Momo and her family, and just a few for Shinso.
It's six-thirty, and Izuku is just about to leave – He and Shinso had started meeting in the mornings, to work on the boy's physique – when he hears footsteps.
"Sleeping with a woman and leaving in the morning, quite the sleazebag, aren't you?" She joked, her eyes still showing tiredness.
Izuku's cheeks heat up at the memory, "That's not-" He sighs, trying to calm himself.
"Not what happened." He gets out.
"Mhmm?"
"What happened yesterday, by the way?" Izuku asks.
She was being oddly clingy, after all.
She seemed to cringe at the memory, before placing a hand at her nape.
"The news..." She says, taking a breath in. "A lot of Hosu was seen destroyed. There was no contact from you, or Nezu."
"So I assumed the worst." She said, sighing.
"I see. Well. There's no need to worry about me dying." Izuku says, smiling.
She pulls a face, "I was being serious, you know."
"I'm aware. Just wait a minute." He says as he goes to his room.
When he comes back a few seconds later with a lock of white hair.
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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...
