Toga's POV:
"THIS IS BULLSHIT!" I look up from braiding Inko's hair and watch Touya double over laughing. Tomura and Izuku were standing by the wall that we all had our heights marked on. "HOW DOES IT MAKE SENSE FOR MY LITTLE BROTHER TO BE EIGHT CENTIMETERS TALLER THAN ME?!"
Izuku scratches his own cheek shyly, his back against the wall as Touya confirmed his height with a grin. He let out a whistle in awe. "Damn.. 183 centimeters is no joke. What the hell have we been feeding you?" Touya snickers at Tomura's anger.
"He's taller than all of us now, isn't he?" Shoto smiles at Izuku's reaction to what they were saying. Meanwhile, our tall friend looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him whole in embarrassment.
Hitoshi scoffs, looking at all the numbers of our heights. "He's not just taller, he practically towers over the rest of us. How's the air up there, Midori tree?" I giggle at the joke, which called the boss a green tree.
"I-It's normal..? The air wouldn't change that drastically over just a few centimeters.." Izuku's face matched half of Shoto's hair at this point, which was really fun to see compared to how serious he had been lately.
I finished braiding Inko's hair into a waterfall headband braid and she smiles, thanking me before turning her attention to the chaos. "It looks like you have your father's genes when it comes to height, Izuku. You've really become much taller than we expected.."
"Tell me about it." Denki walks up to Izuku and lifts his arm, putting it on his head. "He's a head taller than me.. I'm shorter than an armrest to him.." I snicker as Hitoshi quickly pulls Denki away from Izuku out of jealousy, an annoyed look on his face.
"C-Can we please stop talking about it..? I can't help my height.." Izuku looked at me, silently pleading for me to help. Unfortunately for him, I'm only friends with Izumura.
A devilish smirk curves my lips and we make eye contact. Before he can stop me from saying anything, I make things worse. "You're built like an underwear model~! I mean, if I wasn't gay, I'd be all over you right now~!" The room falls silent and we all look at Izuku. Slowly but surely, his face reddens so badly that it looked like he had just run a marathon.
"TOGA!" I giggle at his over the top reaction, allowing Inko to work on my braids now. She didn't seem to mind me making jokes like that, she knew it was only to tease Izuku. Inko started doing braided buns on me as I happily hummed.
"I told you before to call me Himiko, Mr. Underwear Model~!" Izuku couldn't take the embarrassment anymore and he left the room in a hurry, probably to talk to Izumura in the bathroom. We all knew about his split personality except for Inko, but we were careful in making sure no one outside of our inner circle found out.
As we were all watching television together, I pout a little. Inko finishes my hair and I look up at her. "Mom, can we go out today? You haven't gone out in a few days and I'm booored." Yes, I call her mom. It started off as a thing to annoy Izuku, but it kinda stuck now.
Inko takes a moment to think, putting a hand on her chin. "Would that be alright? I can't show my face around others, though. It'd be best if we go somewhere a bit farther so no one recognizes me.."
"Oh, in that case, let's go to Mie! They have plenty of places we can go for fresh air, I can run us there if you want! Let's go there!" Inko smiles and nods in agreement. I quickly get up and rush to my corner of the room to change, excited to have a girl's day.
"That's a good idea, but.. let's take the train instead. You'll be too tired to spend the day with me if you have to run all the way there.." Inko's warm motherly smile made my heart throb. I felt so cared for whenever I spent time with her.
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Villain's Origins || A Twist in Time [Boku no Hero Academia Villain Au Book 1]
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