✓ | TO PROTECT YOU . izuocha

005

It was Sunday night.

Izuku Midoriya sat at his desk, holding his and Ochako's report. He was looking over what they had done so far and what they needed to do. As far as All Might's protégé could tell, they still needed to do a lot to ensure that passing grade. The whole thirty minutes to an hour period of doing one thing a day was bound to get them at least a low C.

"We need something to do all day," he muttered to himself, twirling a pen through his fingers.

He thought about what he and Uraraka could do that wouldn't embarrass Deku too much. Ochako had no problem playing with a bag of flour in public, simply because she knew she had to do it.

For Izuku, though, it was different. He would never really draw any attention to himself when he was alone, and he was extremely thankful no one bothered to look at him twice. It was different with a bag of flour that had not just a drawn face, but also a diaper.

Midoriya sighed, pushing his chair back before sitting on his bed. Bending over, Izuku grabbed the weight that resided on the floor, having found himself doing this when he was troubled or thinking.

Where could they go without making a big commotion with a bag of flour? Not very many places, but the young man reasoned there had to be somewhere. He watched the weight go up and down, his biceps flexing from the workout. Izuku racked his brain for something—anything—that would get the two that passing grade.

He suddenly stopped, his arm in mid-air. Izuku slightly smiled, hoping it wasn't too late. Quickly, Midoriya set down the weight to hurry and swing the door open. "Mom! Do you still have those tickets for the fair?"

***

Izuku almost fell over, jumping on a foot to get his red shoe on. He had two tickets pinched between his teeth, his yellow-orange backpack hanging from his wrist. Obviously, in a rush, he ran to the front door, only to turn around when he remembered his phone.

His mother, Inko Midoriya, watched in amusement as her son rushed around, holding her tea in her hands gently. "What's the rush for, Izuku?"

He removed the tickets from his teeth, rummaging through the backpack. "I need to meet Uraraka for the project."

His mother thought for a moment while Izuku ran back into his room for something else. "Isn't that the name of the girl who fought against Katsuki in the Sports Festival?"

"Uh-huh," Deku was so busy checking and rechecking the items in his bag that he didn't notice the sly smile on his mom's face.

"So Uraraka's a girl?" she pressured, her smile widening.

"Uh-huh," he repeated, still clueless.

"So you're going on a date?"

That made Izuku stop to look at his mother, his whole face competing with the apple on the table. "Wh—I, um.. I mean—uh.. M-Mom!"

"I'm just wondering," she shrugged nonchalantly, not at all helping with her son's embarrassment.

"I-It's not like th-that!" he exclaimed, grabbing his backpack and tickets.

"If you say so," Inko took a sip of her tea, enjoying herself a little too much. Her eyes seemed to light up as she watched Izuku hurry for the door.