My hero academia: The collision of Fate and Destiny

Season 1 Chapter 4: A brand new friend

Izukus eyes fluttered open, exhaustion still covered his face but a new day had started and he knew he needed to get up. Reaching to his left to get up by pushing his weight against the pillow, his hand grabbed something large, warm, soft and bouncy .

He blinked, his face turning a deep shade of red. What happened last night...? His thoughts raced back, but the events were fuzzy, like a dream he couldn't quite grasp. His mind still spun with confusion and embarrassment. They had had a large meal with his mother yesterday, he got tired and decided to head in early.

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WHEN DID THEY GET THERE ! AND WHY ARE THE GIRLS NAKED !

He glanced over at the girls, each one peacefully resting, their faces soft with innocence. His body tensed up. I can't believe I'm in this situation. How do I even explain this?

Rokuro: *yawn* Morning Izu- WHAT THE!!!

He shifted carefully, trying not to disturb the girls. As much as he wanted to stay and figure everything out, there was no way he could just stay there—he had to get out of the room. So ignoring Rokuro he crept of towards the edge of the bed.

Slowly, Izuku swung his legs off the bed, feeling the coolness of the wooden floor against his feet. He took one last glance at the girls—Rimuri, Shion, and Shuna—before he stood up and quietly tiptoed toward the door. His heart pounded as he quietly cracked the door open and stepped out, careful not to make a sound.

Once in the hallway, he sighed in relief. But even as the door closed behind him, his mind was a whirlpool of thoughts. What was I supposed to do? What is happening to me?

His hands trembled as he ran them through his messy hair, but a sharp smell from the kitchen caught his attention. The scent of something delicious wafted through the air, making his stomach growl.

Mom's probably already up, Izuku thought as he straightened himself out, shaking off the lingering feelings of confusion. He made his way down the hallway and toward the living room, hoping to find some semblance of normalcy.

He rounded the corner and saw his mother, Inko, standing in the kitchen. She was humming a little tune, her hands working skillfully as she cooked breakfast. The scent of grilled fish, rice, and miso soup filled the air, and his stomach rumbled louder than before.

"Good morning, Mom," Izuku greeted her, trying to hide the slight tremor in his voice.

Inko looked over at him with a warm smile, her face lit up by the soft morning light. "Good morning, Izuku! You're up early today. Did you sleep well?"

Izuku nodded, but his cheeks were still tinged with pink. "Yeah, I did. Just... kind of strange, though."

His mother raised an eyebrow but didn't push. "Well, that's good to hear. I made your favorite breakfast. You must be hungry after all the excitement lately."

Izuku's stomach growled again, making him blush in embarrassment. "Thanks, Mom. I'm starving."

Inko chuckled as she placed a plate of steaming food in front of him. "You've been so busy lately with everything. You deserve a good meal."

As he sat down at the table, the weight of the day ahead started to settle on his shoulders. Izuku glanced back toward the bedroom where the girls were still sleeping. What now? he wondered. How was he supposed to face everything that had happened and what was still to come?

But for now, all he could do was focus on the warmth of the food in front of him. He could hear his mom humming softly as she worked in the kitchen, and for the moment, it was enough to help him find some calm amid the storm swirling in his mind.