Ochaco placed the final dish on the table, stepping back to admire her work with a satisfied smile. After Izuku had left, she took some time to freshen up, reheating the meal she had prepared and arranging it neatly at each chair.
"Alright, looking good," she said to herself, feeling a sense of accomplishment. Glancing at the clock on the wall, she realized it was about the time Izuku and Eri usually returned home. Just then, the familiar sound of a motorcycle engine echoed from outside, prompting her to brush off her apron and get ready to greet them. Moments later, she heard the unmistakable sound of someone entering the security code, followed by the creak of the door opening.
"Ah, welcome ho..." Ochaco began, stepping out of the kitchen, but her words were cut short as Eri dashed past her in a hurry.
"Eri! I told you I'm not mad!" Izuku called out, closing the door behind him. Instead of a reply, the only sound that followed was the loud slam of a door. Izuku let out a heavy sigh as he approached Ochaco, who was still staring in the direction Eri had run off.
Turning to him with concern, she asked, "What happened? She looked like she was crying."
Torbolt, the small robot companion, detached from Izuku's chest, and they exchanged worried glances before focusing back on Ochaco.
"Well..." Izuku began, explaining the situation as they made their way to the living room and settled onto the couch.
"Hmm? The Sports Festival?" Ochaco interjected, her eyes widening with surprise and curiosity. "They're having that now?"
Izuku nodded, a bit taken aback himself.
"Yeah, I was surprised too, especially after everything that happened at the USJ. They're including the elementary kids this time with their own events."
Ochaco tilted her head, puzzled by Eri's distress.
"That sounds awesome! What's the issue? Is Eri nervous about joining in?" she asked, trying to understand why Eri seemed so down.
Torbolt jumped in to clarify, explaining, "Kota was the one who filled us in on the details. Their teacher took them outside for gym class to get them ready."
Ochaco leaned in, eager for more information.
"And then what happened?" she pressed.
Torbolt continued, "Well, according to Kota, the teacher really struggled with physical fitness and couldn't keep up with the kids during their jog around the field."
Ochaco winced, picturing how embarrassing that must have been for the teacher.
"I still don't quite get it, though," she admitted.
Izuku then chimed in, "Kota mentioned that the teacher felt really bad about not being able to teach P.E. properly and even offered to hire an assistant to help train the kids. She asked if any of them knew someone who could step in, like a parent or a friend of a parent."
Ochaco's eyes lit up with understanding, a smirk forming on her face, while Izuku shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
"So, to cut a long story short, the whole class ended up telling her that Eri's guardian—me—was a fantastic trainer," he said with a nervous laugh. "Kota said Eri tried to protest, but in the end, the teacher asked her to bring me in for a chat. They didn't mention that I'm Midoribolt, though."
Ochaco's expression shifted as she pieced it all together.
"So, Eri's upset because..." she began, finally grasping the situation.
Torbolt nodded, adding, "She feels responsible for dragging him into something that could really put his secret identity at risk."
Izuku sighed, looking disheartened.
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The Turbo Hero:- Midoribolt
ActionIzuku Midoriya has really had enough. First, he had his property destroyed by his childhood bully, then he was told he couldn't be a hero by the one he's always admired, and finally, he was scolded by pro-heroes for risking his life to save his chil...
