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Midoriya felt like he was in a nightmare

Scratch that he knew he was in a nightmare. Any other horrors he's had to deal with in or out of consciousness he's had some level of control of the situation; he could always do something.

All his power was robbed of him here.

"And here's Izuku in his All Might onesie," Inko gushed showing Y/N the millionth baby picture she had of him, completely ignoring her son's horrified expression and blissfully unaware she was giving his crush an arsenal of lifetime teasing in the form of 10 plus years of 2x3 polarized childhood shame.

"Again?" Y/N giggled. The sound that usually makes him feel like he could fly now makes him wish he was 20ft under. Every photo his mother shared brought up another round of giggles, squealing, and at least one, "AWWW!" each adding another foot to his grave. "Isn't that like the 30th picture you have of him wearing the same onesie?"

"27th," Inko corrected, "but I couldn't help it he looked so cute in it, and he absolutely refused to wear anything else! It was either All Might or nothing at all! Besides, how could I say no to this face?" His mother simpered, holding up a picture of Izuku wearing his All Might onesie and doing his all time favorite idol's signature pose. Her face was a glowing beacon of motherly pride whilst her son's face, which he was hiding from the girls' view in his arms, was just a red glowing beacon.

"I can hear this picture." Y/n said with a straight face, eyes shining with delight.

"Mom!" Izuku whined, his face flaming as he measured the depth of his imaginary grave at 27ft under, "You didn't have to show her every single of those photos! I don't understand why you even have that many of just me in just that!"

"Because you're so c-"

"DO NOT finish that word! I officially despise that word and wished it never existed because of you two!" Izuku wailed, finding the courage to lift his face from his arms to look at his mother and Y/N with what he hoped was an intense and stern look. Unfortunately, because of the inferno radiating his face and higher octave in his voice, he knew he was nowhere near as intimidating as he wanted to be.

"What about adorable?"

"Or precious?"

"Lovable."

"Pure wholesome cinnamon roll."

"STOPITI'MALREADYDEAD!" Izuku screeched out in a rush, crumpling in on himself and wishing that he could sink into the couch cushions. The girls' peals of laughter echoed in his head. Mustering all his willpower, Izuku managed to compose himself enough to look Y/N in the eye with, to everyone's surprise, minimal blushing. Well, minimal for Izuku anyway.

"Speaking of synonyms, shouldn't we get started on studying? You know, the thing you came over for in the first place?! "

"Oh, is that why? For some reason I can't remember." Y/N drawled, cocking her head pretending to look confused but the mischievous glint in her eyes told Izuku the opposite. Izuku frowned at her in annoyance

"Y/N."

"Oh, don't look at me like that. Besides, I am studying. I'm learning different synonyms, just like you said."

"You came over to study math!"

"I'm going back to the basics, multiplying how many pictures I see with how many years I get torment you over it."

Izuku tried to glare at her, but with his flushed cheeks and baby face (the one thing that hasn't changed at all since he was a baby,) Y/N only laughed at the attempt, causing Izuku divert his so-called glare to the ground with a pout.