Date Time

In Toshinori's defense, he rolled a 1 on foresight and hindsight, but rolled a nat20 in lack of impulse control the day he was born. It was not his fault that his parents rolled the dice that day, alright?

Whatever, that was besides the point. The point was that they, 'they' being himself and Izuku, were royally screwed. And sitting in the hospital waiting for Izuku's mother, AKA the harbinger of their inevitable death.

What were they doing there, one might wonder? 

Well, in Toshinori's second defense, he thought their first attempt would be more of a success than the last. They had been working on a few techniques they could try before Izuku would try using One For All again, but alas—The Snappening Part 2 had occured on the poor boy's arm, and since Korosensei wasn't here to patch him up (and honestly, he was a little glad for it because he knew for sure the octopus would skin him alive if he knew Izuku had tried to use One For All without his supervision yet again), their only option was to call for an ambulance. So there they were. 

It was tense in Izuku's room, just waiting for Midoriya-san to arrive so Izuku could be released. Soon enough, she had come in, almost blubbering as soon as she saw her son sitting on the bed with his arm held tightly against his chest. She cupped his cheeks, asking if he was okay, if nothing else was hurt, how did this happen? 

"Um—Uh, M-Mom, I—u-um," her son stumbled, appearing flustered all of a sudden. Midoriya-san paused in her own fretting to let Izuku gather his words. She was very patient with him, always. 

"It's okay, honey, take a deep breath and think about what you want to say," Inko calmly encouraged, smiling at him. Izuku grinned back before nodding and swallowing, appearing to take his time. 

"...Um… We, er, me an'—an' Y-Yagi-sensei were, um… u-um, pra- practi—um… train- trainin'... Y-Yagi, um, ss-sensei?"

Toshinori perked up then as the woman turned around to look at him, realizing there was another person in the room for the first time. The blond stood himself up and gave a nervous smile, hands together. "Hello, Midoriya-sa—"

Suddenly, a finger was thrusted into his face, Inko's red cheeks puffed up just below his view—oh. Yeah, she was pissed. " You ," she hissed. "You allowed this to happen?! You're supposed to be supervising him!" 

Toshinori raised his hands up in defense, face white in fear at the woman. She had tears streaming down her face, but the pro hero was certain it had to be because of pure rage and it honestly sent shivers down his spine and divolved the man into a puddle of stutters. "I— M-Midoriya-san, please, a-allow me to ex- allow me to explain—"

The woman took a step back, her stare ever strong and she took a deep breath to steady herself. Then, she crossed her arms and nodded for him to continue. "You better have a perfectly good explanation for this, Yagi-san, or so help me God."  

Toshinori swallowed thickly, feeling as though he had only about five minutes left to live if she didn't like his reasoning. His eyes flickered to Izuku, who looked so devastatingly dead inside. The boy shook his head and brought his hand to draw over his lips. Midoriya's foot tapping on the floor sliced through his thoughts and he just let it out, "We were training Izuku's quirk."

Midoriya's face turned white, tearing halted, another step back—"He- He doesn't—"

"Please, allow me to explain." 

The woman's mouth slammed shut, and he heard the sound of Izuku's undamaged hand slapping his own face. Blue eyes darted around the room, to the quiet hallway outside, then to the window. No, this was definitely not the place to be speaking about this… A deep breath in, and he looked back to meet Midoriya's eyes. "This is… a sensitive topic to talk about in public. Please—allow me to make this up to you, both of you. I'm paying for Izuku's hospital bill. Why don't you come to my apartment for dinner? We'll discuss it in full then."

Midoriya was quiet for a moment just blinking, baffled by the offer. She shook her head quickly, trying to reorganize her thoughts, and her folded arms raised to her cheeks. "I- er- well, if- if it's just to speak…" She turned to Izuku, sharing a look of confusion and concern. Slowly, the younger Midoriya nodded with a slant smile, as though to say sure? Midoriya looked back to Toshinori, then slowly nodded as well. "I… Well- fine. Thank you, Yagi-san. But this is strictly a formal dinner, and Izuku will be present as well."

Toshinori cheered up a bit, bobbing his head up and down eagerly, happy she even agreed to it at all. "I wouldn't expect anything less. Er, I'll—I'll give you my information, yes?"

---

Toshinori had his small dinner table set up perfectly, an extra chair set up in the middle for Izuku—he only had two chairs for his dinner table. He didn't have many visitors, except for maybe Sir Nighteye, but that boat had stopped coming a long time ago. He was borrowing the third seat from his neighbor. 

Toshinori clapped his hands once excitedly, a small smile tugging his lips before he began to align the utensils with each other. There were dishes set aside for the meal, and empty cups piled in one another like russian dolls, should they want anything to drink as well. The spaghetti was almost done as well—it was such a simple dish he learned to make while in America. Little thought went into preparing it, only that the noodles had to be whole-grain for the sake of his missing stomach. Lord, he hoped Midoriya liked it… 

He wondered if he should have anything else out…? Music? Flowers? Oh, shoot, should he have gotten her flowers?! The hero bit his lip nervously, tapping against the kitchen counter. He looked at his watch—they should be here soon. Maybe it wasn't too late to buy some for her? Antsy, the blond stood straight and made for the door, opening it to see—Midoriya Inko with her hand raised about to knock with Izuku behind her. He wore a semi-casual dress shirt while Midoriya-san wore her hair in a bun, elegant flower hair pins sticking out from it to keep it firmly in place. She wore a simple green sundress, one sunflower decorating the bottom of the dress hem. For a moment, Toshinori thought his heart had stopped.

"Oh," Midoriya broke the teacher's stupor, allowing him to blink away his surprise. 

Instantly, Toshinori straightened his back and began to drag his hands over his shirt as if to flatten any folds after clearing his throat. "Come- uh, C-come right in! I-I was just about to, er, I-I had forgotten to buy flowers, erm…"

"Flowers? That's awfully sweet of you, Yagi-san," Midoriya hummed with amusement, her hand over her chest before flowering the blond man's gesture to come in. Izuku gave Toshinori an odd look, which the older man reflected, gesturing silently what?

Izuku leaned up and whispered, "She knows about it."

Understanding dawned on his face before he wiped it off and feigned ignorance. Just follow the original plan, Toshi, she's only here to discuss things about Izuku. Clearing his throat again, Toshinori lead the two further into his apartment and toward the dining room. "You- er, you must forgive the mess. I'm not quite used to company…"

Midoriya waved him off as she took a seat in one of Toshinori's chairs. "Please, Yagi-san, you haven't seen my apartment if you think this is a mess. Your home is very cute."

Cute? Toshinori thought he was about to throw up blood for a second, he was so caught off guard by the comment. "Er… Thank- Thank you! Uh… Would you care for- for wine or a drink?"

"Wine would be lovely, Yagi-san. Izuku, do you want anything?"

Toshinori caught the boy's gaze, so timid and reluctant to ask for anything. The blond smirked knowingly. "I have apple juice, if you'd like, Izuku-kun."

The boy blushed and looked down before nodding and mumbling his shy thank you. Toshinori beamed. Victory. He poured the drinks and set it for them. He couldn't have wine, but he had gone out to buy a bottle for Midoriya, unaware if she was the type for strong beverages or not—and just in case, he had also bought some other alcoholic drinks in case she wanted anything different too. Thankfully, she didn't seem very picky with her liquor.

"I'm not usually the type to drink," Midoriya then hummed, taking a small, dainty sip from her glass. "But every once in a while, wine is good."

Toshinori let a quick sigh of relief escape him as he smiled, turning back around with Izuku and his own drink in his hands. He had poured himself some apple juice as well. Sitting across from Midoriya, Izuku sitting in the very different chair in between him, discreetly texting his friends under the table while sipping from his apple juice. The pro hero then folded his hands together. "So," he began slowly. "His… quirk."

"Izuku spoke to me about it on the ride over, Yagi-san."

He didn't feign surprise, only nodded in response. "Then, you must know who I truly am?"

"Yes, I do."

"Are you… angry? At me?"

She was quiet, setting her drink down. Her green eyes looked down at the table, her finger rolling against the glass. "No. In fact, I'm grateful. I'm glad it was you—someone he can trust. Considering…"

Toshinori smiled, nodding in understanding. 

Midoriya then paused, and looked toward the kitchen. "Is… something burning?"

"Crap."

---

The spaghetti had burned, so Toshinori had opted to take them to a restaurant downtown—something fancy for Midoriya, and then they could have a normal dinner instead of discussing One For All (though Midoriya had said she still wanted a full explanation), but Midoriya and Izuku had declined, saying they weren't fans of fancy things—why not something simpler? Like a cafe or something family-owned, or other. 

Toshinori relented and agreed to take them, just as long as they allowed him to pay for their meal since it was supposed to be him running the show. They sat in a ramen shop, mostly made for tourists, but they had good food anyway, and Mom could finish her wine without something trying to burn the house down. The two continued in friendly banter, each asking each other questions and seeming to enjoy the other's company. 

Izuku, on the other hand, felt absolutely and thoroughly mortified by the concept of his mother and teacher being seen out in public. He was glad they were at least… being civil with each other. Namely, his mother. And Toshinori still carried an air of nervousness around him, like he was scared of saying the wrong thing. Meanwhile, Izuku ate slowly, having only one available hand at the moment, which shared the responsibility of texting with Karma, Maehara, and Nagisa the entire time.

One Punch Boy: srsly i feel like im gonna explode at literally any moemnt

Womanizing Scumbag: hey take solace that it's not korosensei

One Punch Boy: i literally hate that image

Jersey Devil: is midoriya-san even his type?

One Punch Boy: i actualy hate this

Never speak to me again

ever

at all

Gender Snek: ewwwww

Jersey Devil: it's not ew, it's for science, we have to know okay

Womanizing Scumbag: the public needs to know

One Punch Boy: i will literally vomit in public if u dont stop

Gender Snek: eeeewwwwwww guys stop

Jersey Devil: sorry, sorry, i know youre going through a tough time what with your mom and teacher dating and all

One Punch Boy: whoa whoa whoa whoahwowhao no one NO ONE said anything a out them DATING

Womanizing Scumbag: didn't you say she's been laughing at almost everything yagi-sensei's been doing/saying?

Jersey Devil: and he even got her a wine bottle before? and was about to buy her flowers too?

Gender Snek: you said you guys stopped at a flower shop on the way to the ramen shop, right?

One Punch Boy: literally none of that means they're DATING. like it's only one time.

Izuku paused in his slow one-handed typing to take a bite from his ramen, glancing up just in time to catch the tail end of his mother and teacher's conversation. 

"Er, well… did you, er, did you hear about the kidnapping at school?"

"What?! There was a kidnapping?!"

Toshinori waved his hands around quickly. "No, no, he's alright! He woke up!"

Mom stopped, bug-eyed, and Izuku internally groaned at the poor joke, second-hand embarrassment flooding his system right before his mother burst into a tearful laughing fit—as though that was the world's funniest joke ever. He resisted the urge to groan externally. He texted the group quickly with an update of what just happened before he reached for his soda on the table. Mid-sip, he glanced down grumpily at his phone—

Jersey Devil: dude that's a date, like theyre dating, dude dude, theyre datting

Womanizing Scumbag: DUDE YOURE MOM LIKES HIM, OH YMG FOGD

YAGI-SAN IS HITTING ON YOUR MOM!!! DUDE

DUDE, HOW CAN YOU BE DENYING TNHIS

Gender Snek: dude, you're chaperoning their first date

—and spat out his drink in complete shock, then began to choke horrendously. 

Oh my god, All Might's dating my mom.