A week passed. My house arrest ended.
But something changed.
The vestiges… Nana-san…
They'd gone quiet. Completely.
Nana-san hadn't shown herself at all.
I even missed her nagging…
I tried calling out to them — nothing. But I could still use Float and Danger Sense freely.
"Guess they're letting me grow on my own…" I sighed.
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After the house arrest ended, the visits began.
Kacchan barged in first — yelling, naturally — but ended up shoving food into my fridge.
After kacchan went home..
The sun went down..
Night had settled across the Midoriya household, quiet and warm.
House arrest or not, sleep never came easy anymore.
The thoughts, the fear, the confusion — it all kept my mind awake.
I rolled over on my bed and sighed—
click
My window slid open.
A gentle breeze slipped inside…
…followed by a whisper of footsteps.
"T-Toru…?" I sat up slowly.
Her invisible outline shimmered for a second before she revealed her gloves… then her shirt… then slowly faded back into full visibility — cheeks flushed a deep pink.
"…Izuku," she whispered, voice trembling a little. "I—I needed to see you."
My heart nearly stopped.
"Toru… if someone sees you—"
"No one will," she said softly, stepping closer. "I've… I've been so worried. Ever since the kidnapping… ever since All For One… I just—"
Her voice cracked.
Without thinking, I opened my arms.
She practically threw herself into me.
Her body was warm — almost burning.
She buried her face in my chest, gripping my shirt tightly with shaking hands.
"I thought I was going to lose you," she whispered, voice breaking. "I couldn't sleep. I kept imagining you hurt, or gone, or—"
"Toru… hey… I'm right here," I murmured, stroking her hair gently. "I'm alive. I'm okay."
She looked up at me with teary eyes — then suddenly cupped my face with both hands.
"Don't say things like that," she said, breath trembling. "Because the moment I saw you with that kidnapper… something inside me snapped."
"Toru…?"
"I can't hold it back anymore."
Her lips pressed against mine — soft at first, then desperate.
I froze for half a second before kissing her back, gently at first… then deeper as she leaned into me, her warmth swallowing every thought in my head.
The kiss deepened — slow, warm, dangerously addictive.
Then her hips shifted, drawing a shaky breath from both of us.
"Toru—"
"I know… I know… just a little," she whispered, cheeks obviously burning even if I couldn't see them.
"I've been thinking about you nonstop."
The moment grew hotter — her hands exploring my jaw, my shoulders — her chest pressed firmly against me—
Footsteps.
We froze.
"Toru— someone's coming—!"
Her voice squeaked, "WHAT?!"
Too late.
A knock.
"Izuku?"
Shoto.
And a second voice:
"We brought dinner… and wanted to see you."
Fuyumi.
Toru panicked — not loudly, but in the softest whisper ever:
"U-Um— okayokayokay— I'm going—!"
She slipped off my lap, practically tiptoeing across the floor — invisible, flustered, rushing toward the balcony door.
The knock came again.
"I'm opening the door."
"Toru GO!"
"I'm TRYING— my shoe is stuck—!"
The door opened just as Toru finally slipped outside, sliding the balcony window closed silently behind her.
Shoto stepped in first.
Fuyumi followed with a warm smile — then paused, looking at me.
"…Izuku, why is your shirt crooked?"
"I— uhhh— stretching?"
Shoto narrowed his eyes.
"You look overheated."
"F-fitness training!"
Fuyumi stepped closer, gently brushing my cheek with the back of her fingers.
"You're burning up… are you sure you're alright?"
"I— I'm f-fine!"
Shoto sighed.
"…I'm going downstairs to put these things down..your room seems like a mess"
He left.
Fuyumi watched the door close… then turned back to me with a softer, almost shy expression.
"I was… worried about you," she said quietly.
"And I wanted to see you."
I swallowed.
"Fuyumi-san…"
She stepped closer, hands resting lightly on my chest.
"We're finally alone now."
Heat rushed to my face.
Then — gently, slowly — she leaned in.
Her lips met mine.
A soft, mature, confident kiss.
Not rushed, not stolen — chosen.
When she pulled away, I don't wanna...
she smiled faintly. And the kids deepens...and deepens..I felt bad for toru..but..i just can't stop myself...fuyumi san might've been holding back too..
' can you stop..' shoto said..
Suddenly breaking us..
Fuyumi seemed mad at shoto..for stopping us..
"Goodnight, Izuku." she said as she dragged shoto away..
I stood there frozen until she left the room.
The moment the door clicked shut, I fell onto my bed, burying my burning face in my hands.
"…This is getting out of control. Even though..they are ok with it..im losing my mind.."
My phone buzzed.
Toru:
Please tell me they didn't see me. Also… I want more of that tomorrow.
Fuyumi:
I miss you already..
I groaned into my pillow.
The next morning, the doorbell rang.
Not a casual ring.
A desperate, rapid-fire ringing that made me jump.
I opened the door—
And Melissa crashed into me so hard I nearly fell backward.
"Izuku!!"
Her voice cracked — half-crying, half-furious.
Before I could react, her arms wrapped around my neck, squeezing tight.
Too tight.
Like I was going to snap in half.
"M-Melissa— I— can't— breathe—"
"No!" she shouted into my shoulder.
"You don't get to disappear on me for days and then pretend everything is fine!"
Her hands trembled as she gripped me.
She was shaking — from worry, from anger, from relief.
"You were kidnapped, locked away, hurt— and I wasn't there."
She pulled back just enough for me to see her eyes.
Red. Tearful. Furious.
"You idiot. You absolute idi—"
She didn't finish.
Her lips crushed into mine.
Not soft.
Not careful.
Hungry, like she'd been holding back everything she felt since the raid.
"M-Melissa—" I tried to speak, but she didn't let me.
She kissed me again — deeper — hands sliding up my back, pulling me impossibly closer.
"You scared me," she whispered against my mouth.
"You terrified me. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't think."
Her forehead pressed to mine, breaths uneven, warm.
"Izuku… you're mine too. Don't you dare forget that."
My brain barely processed before she grabbed my shirt and guided me backward into the room.
Not gently.
The door slammed shut.
Her kisses trailed from my jaw to my neck, her breath trembling against my skin.
"You owe me," she said, voice low.
"You owe me so much for making me worry like that."
"M-Melissa— slow down—"
"No."
She pushed me onto the bed, hair falling around her face, cheeks flushed, eyes burning with emotion.
"Today," she whispered, leaning over me,
"I'm not holding back."
The rest…
Well…
Let's just say:
Long story short, bros stopped being a boy that day.
Fade to black.
Soft, muffled sounds.
Hands tangled.
Heat.
Emotions crashing harder than any villain fight.
When it was over, Melissa lay against my chest, exhausted and breathless, tracing tiny circles on my skin.
"…I'm not apologizing," she muttered.
"I didn't ask you to."
She lightly punched my shoulder.
"You should've called me sooner."
"I know."
She sighed, curling closer.
"Good. Because I'm not letting you out of my sight again."
Izuku Midoriya was no longer a boy in this life., but a man once again..
After everything that happened…
after the crying, the yelling, the "aggressive bonding,"
Melissa made a decision.
She wasn't going back to I-Island.
Not anymore.
"I already graduated," she said, arms crossed but eyes soft.
"So I'm staying in Japan. With you. To support you however I can."
The way she said it — firm, absolute — made something inside my chest melt.
So, of course…
I had to tell Mom.
That part was terrifying.
I sat her down, hands sweating, heart pounding, trying to explain:
"Mom… Melissa and I… we're together. And, uh… I'm also… sort of… dating someone else too."
I expected a frying pan to the face.
Instead, she smiled gently.
Misunderstanding completely.
"Oh, sweetie! I'm so happy for you and Melissa."
"Mom, I—"
"I knew it! She's such a nice girl. So respectful. So smart. And she clearly adores you."
"…Yeah. She does. But—"
"So you don't have to be embarrassed, Izuku. You can just say she's your girlfriend. I'm proud of you!"
At that exact moment, Toru texted me a heart emoji, and Fuyumi sent a polite
"Did you eat lunch today?"
I stared at my phone.
Then at Mom.
"…Sure. Yep. Just Melissa. Totally just Melissa."
She clapped her hands together like she'd been waiting years for this.
And then—
She blessed us.
Actually blessed the relationship.
With tears.
And before I could even process any of it, she said:
"Melissa can stay here if she wants. We have plenty of space."
Melissa didn't hesitate.
Five minutes later she was dragging her suitcase into my room like it was the most natural thing in the world.
"Izuku!" she beamed.
"We're roommates. Officially."
No—
We were more than that.
I had a live-in girlfriend.
A genius, passionate, terrifyingly strong, extremely affectionate girlfriend.
And for the first time since the chaos began…
I felt like maybe—just maybe—
things were starting to fall into place.