Chapter 9: Relaxing Days

"Hey, Momo..." Katsuki started. 

"Hm?" Momo took a sip of her drink, her legs kicking back and forth on the couch in a leisurely manner. "What's up, Katsukatsu?"

"... Don't ever call me that again." Katsuki grumbled, sitting next to Momo. "In the morning, you said that since yesterday was so chaotic, you wanted to take it easy and slow today, right?" 

"Yeah." Momo calmly sipped her drink. 

"And..." Katsuki's eyes slowly drifted to the side, a scary smile appearing on his face. "And you said that you wanted to spend time at my place, right?" 

"... Yeah?" Momo raised an eyebrow, wondering where he was taking this. 

"Hehehehe, so, tell me this. Why the heck... ARE YUKI, AND KIRITO DOING HERE AS WELL?!" a tick mark on his forehead, Katsuki screamed with the fury of over a hundred suns, pointing at the two uninvited guests in the same room as them. 

Kirito was sprawled on his stomach, staring at the tv with his head resting on his arms.

Yuki was sitting casually on the recliner, watching Katsuki with interest. 

"Don't look at me." on the carpet, Kirito shrugged his shoulders. "I was invited by Yuki."

"And you should definitely look at me." Yuki honestly spoke, from the bottom of his heart. "I came here knowing that it will piss you off."

"You bastard!" Katsuki went to stand, but was pulled down by Momo. 

Katsuki glared at Yuki, "You're lucky she's holding me back!" 

"Huh!" Yuki leaned forward, squinting his eyes, sticking out rather comically in his seat, "Bro. What you taking about? She barely holding you at all though!" 

True enough, Momo's hand was only grabbing at the edge of his sleeve, in fact, her eyes never even left the tv, not even when she prevented Katsuki from approaching Yuki. 

"Oh, that's it!" Katsuki went to stand up for real, "Momo! You better really hold me, or I'm gonna kick this guy's ass!" 

"Hey, I got a text from Tsubasa!" Kirito took the moment to interrupt Katsuki's attemption at murder. "He said, he's on his way here."

"What? Tsubasa's coming as well!" Katsuki flung his arms in the air, "What's next, Deku is going to show up?!"

"What's that? You especially want Izuku to show up? No problem!" Yuki took out his phone and started searching for Midoriya's phone number. "Let me just call him, an-" a pillow knocked his phone away, followed by Katsuki who tackled him from the side, sending both him and the recliner onto the ground. 

"Get the hell off me, explosion boy!"

"And you get out of my house first, home wrecker!" 

"Alright! You asked for this! {Shit yourself!}."

A loud fart followed by a stinky smell came out. 

"God dammit, you guys." Momo covered her nose with a scowl.

"In your own home, bro!" unlike all of them, Kirito still had his eyes on the tv, but while watching, he still didn't forget to instigate on the side. "In your own home, Katsuki, you just gonna take that?!"

"RRRGH! YOU ARE DEAD, YUKI!"

"BRING IT ON, KATSU-FART!"

Yuki reached out at the same time Katsuki reached out. 

It seems as boys, they share a bit of the same brain cell since they both aimed at the neck. 

So there in the room, Katsuki knelt above Yuki, with Yuki on the bottom, both their hands wrapped around each other's necks. 

"Gglrk!"

"Alsrk!" 

"Idiots." Momo shook her head. She turned to Kirito with a confused look, "Hey, Kirito, where is Izuku."

"I don't know." Kirito paused to roll to the side.

Katsuki and Yuki rolled past him with growls. 

"Anyway..." rolling back onto his stomach, Kirito thought back. "I think he mentioned something about training, uh, don't know what for exactly."

...o0o...

"... Nnrgh..." came the grunts of a familiar green haired boy. 

"Hey. Hey. Hey! Put your back into it, Izuku Midoriya!" All Might sat on top of a metal crate, slapping it with hurried beats to get the boy going. 

"I'll do my best, sir!" with rope tied from the crate to Izuku, the boy held onto the ropes tightly, and pulled with all his strength! 

"This... is gonna take awhile..." still, All Might kept his smile, encouraging Izuku to the end.

Izuku was in tears. Why are you so heavy?!

...o0o...

"Training?" Momo sat up with a serious look. Could it be... All Might? Has he found Izuku already? And... "Will you two knock it off!" she grabbed a long pillow on the couch and threw it like a shuriken, breaking the momentum that the two dorks rolled at. 

Yuki fell on his side, while Katsuki smacked his back against the floor, staring at the ceiling in a daze. 

"Special Move, {Explosive orgasm!}." Yuki hissed like a snake. 

Katsuki's eyes widened, and then his body shivered, as he let out a moan. 

At this, both Momo and Kirito looked at Katsuki with wide eyes. 

Momo: "Gross!"

Kirito: "Ay, yo!"

Katsuki's face flushed with anger and embarrassment, "Yuki!"

Yuki: "Lol~!"

...o0o...

Tsubasa was a bit lucky, no, he was extremely lucky!

Instead of being reprimanded, his grandpa went easy on himself yesterday, and even praising him on his act of bravery!

The boy couldn't help, but feel so relieved. He couldn't imagine what would happen if he made his poor grandpa become angry. 

If the old man gets angry, he might faint, or even worse, get a heart attack at his old age!

Tsubasa will never forgive himself if he got his own grandpa hurt because of himself. After all, ever since his mom and dad passed away, it has always been just the two of them. They only had each other left, and Tsubasa was determined that once he becomes a famous Hero, he can have his grandpa retire from his job, and let him live a lazy life of drinking tea, or... whatever it was old people do these days! 

Smoothing out his outfit, "Hey, grandpa, I'll be heading out today!" Tsubasa then knelt down to adjust his shoes. 

"Oh, Tsubasa. You heading out?" Tsubasa's grandpa, Kyudai Garaki, asked while stepping out from the kitchen. 

"Yeah, Gramps, my friends called me over an-" as Tsubasa talked, if he were to turn around right now, he would wonder why his grandpa had a scary smile on. 

"Oh. Is that so?" Kyudai has a strange smile on as he approached his only grandson. His hands were behind his back, hiding an oddly shaped syringe filled with unknown liquid, bubbling in it. 

"And also." Tsubasa suddenly turned around, startling the old doctor. 

Kyudai jumped, regaining his composure with a smile that did not quite reach his eyes. 

Standing up, Tsubasa looked at his grandpa, before lowering his head. "SORRY GRANDPA!"

Kyudai blinked. "Wh-" he coughed lightly into his fist. "What are you saying sorry for? You did nothing wrong, boy, hehehe."

If it was regarding yesterday's events, Kyudai can honestly say that he didn't care about it, or it should be stated that the matter of his grandson's participation in rescuing his friend, Katsuki, barely raised any interest. 

So... Kyudai's lips twitched when he saw the fat on his grandson's face start to tremble as tears poured out, so why was the boy crying?

"I know with how things been lately, you've been under a lot of stress, and with what happened yesterday..." Tsubasa shook his head, wiping his tears away. 

"A-Anyways!" Tsubasa grinned at his grandpa. "You won't have to worry a lot since I'm not the same little kid who needed you to bandage his scraped knees anymore. Once I become a Hero, a famous one at that, I'll get us enough money for you to retire and for us to live in a bigger house, let me show you how strong your grandson has become!"

He flexed his arms out. His face as free as ever. "I'll become your Hero! Just wait for me! U-Um, see you later, I'll be back for dinner!" 

Kyudai was silent, watching his grandson leave the house. 

He rubbed his temples, looking at the syringe he fiddled with in his hand.

"Have I... gone soft?" he asked.

No one except for himself in the house can reply to that question. 

"Eh, forget it." Kyudai shook off the idea about making his grandson part of the 'Nomu' project.

Besides, truthfully, the boy was weak. His quirk had nothing special going on for him nor was his physiology anything at all interestingly worth digging into, there were... other more capable subjects more suitable for the test...

"Well." a crazy smile formed under his nose. "Might as well inform the matter to Master."

The deranged scientist of All For One laughed, unaware of the fact, he was being watched by a small transfigured bee. 

The bee tilt it's head once the scientist was out of sight, before buzzing away from the household, as if it was never there to begin with. 

++Chapter End++ *Days start average, but goes by quickly like a dream.*