Momo cleared her throat softly, drawing everyone's attention back before the conversation could drift any further off the rails.
She straightened her posture, fingers lightly gripping her notebook as she composed herself.
"Umm… we thought we'd tackle math first," she said, glancing around the table. "It seemed to be the main subject most of us struggled with this week."
"Good call," Izuku replied immediately. He stood up without hesitation, pushing his chair back slightly. "Why don't you do the honors, Momo? I'll back you up."
A faint blush touched her cheeks at the vote of confidence, but she nodded. Smoothing her dress, Momo Yaoyorozu walked to the whiteboard and picked up a marker.
She began explaining the problem step by step, her voice calm and precise, breaking down formulas with the kind of clarity that came from genuine understanding.
Izuku stood beside her, arms loosely folded at first. Every now and then, he'd step in—correcting a minor slip, rephrasing a definition, or adding a simple analogy that made things click instantly.
"That part?" he said at one point, tapping the board. "Think of it less like numbers fighting each other and more like balancing weight on a scale."
"Ohhh!" Ochaco exclaimed, scribbling notes at lightning speed. "I get it now!"
"I was lost until you explained it like that, Midoriya-chan," Tsuyu added calmly. "Kero."
"Seriously," Mina said, leaning her cheek into her palm with a dramatic sigh. "Where were you when I almost failed last year?"
"Don't spoil him," Kyoka muttered, though her earjacks twitched with interest as she leaned in closer.
"Wait, wait, wait!" Toru suddenly cut in, hands waving excitedly. "So if x can change… does that mean it's like me changing outfits? Same person, different look?"
Izuku paused, blinking.
Then he smiled.
"…That's actually a really good way to think about it."
The table erupted in laughter, Mina giving Toru a proud thumbs-up while Toru struck a triumphant pose.
After about an hour, they shifted gears to English.
This time, Izuku took the lead, stepping to the whiteboard with an ease that surprised a few of them.
"Because of my… unique upbringing," he said casually, writing out a sentence, "I had to learn English properly. So trust me—I'll make this simple."
He broke down grammar rules and sentence flow in a way that felt natural, almost effortless. His pronunciation was clean, his explanations smooth.
"You sound way too fluent," Mina said suspiciously, narrowing her eyes. "Like… suspiciously fluent."
"Yeah," Ochaco blurted out before thinking, "it's kinda hot—!"
She froze.
Her face went bright red.
"I—I mean—!" she stammered.
"Focus," Jirou cut in quickly, though she had to bite her lip to keep from smiling.
"Ohhh~ Midoriya speaking English is, like, super dashing," Toru added dramatically, clasping her invisible cheeks. "Say something romantic!"
Izuku didn't miss a beat. He smirked and muttered calmly,
"You're not paying attention, are you?"
"KYAAA!" Toru squealed, nearly sliding out of her chair.
By the time they reached physics, Izuku had retreated back to his seat. He rested his chin on his hand, looking far more relaxed.
"I'll let Momo handle this one," he said with a shrug. "My quirk… doesn't exactly agree with physics." ' Then again this is fiction'
"Figures," Kyoka muttered under her breath.
Momo sighed softly but smiled as she stepped forward again, marker in hand. Despite the chaos, the group was actually learning—and for once, studying didn't feel like a chore.
And Izuku?
He leaned back, watching them with quiet amusement, thinking that maybe—just maybe—this counted as training too.
By the time they finally wrapped up studying, the long table looked like a battlefield.
Books were stacked unevenly, notebooks lay open with pages half-filled, pens abandoned where fingers had simply given up. One by one, the girls slumped forward, resting their heads on folded arms or leaning back in their chairs with tired groans.
"Uuughh… my brain is fried," Mina muttered, sliding down until her chin hit the table.
Izuku glanced around at the exhausted scene and clapped his hands lightly, the sound sharp but gentle.
"Alright, you all worked hard," he said with an easy smile. "How about we go get some food? We're already in the city—might as well enjoy it."
The word food worked like a revival spell.
"Food? Yes!" Mina Ashido instantly sprang upright, eyes sparkling.
Tsuyu Asui tilted her head thoughtfully.
"Midoriya-chan treating us?" she asked.
"I'll chip in too," Momo Yaoyorozu added quickly, not wanting to impose.
Izuku laughed as they gathered their things, and when they finally exited the library, the staff visibly relaxed—one even whispered a quiet thank you under their breath as the doors closed.
Outside, the city was alive.
Lanterns glowed warmly overhead, strings of light stretching from stall to stall. Music drifted through the streets, mixing with laughter, chatter, and the sizzle of food being cooked fresh. Colorful banners fluttered in the evening breeze.
"A festival?" Izuku said, genuinely surprised.
Before he could finish the thought, the girls grabbed his sleeves and arms and dragged him straight toward a nearby rental shop.
"Yukatas!" Mina declared. "We're doing this properly!"
"Don't peek!" Mina shouted again as they disappeared behind the changing curtain.
Izuku turned away obediently, hands shoved into his pockets.
From behind the curtain, voices filtered out.
"This feels a little tight…" Momo murmured uncertainly.
"I think it looks cute on you," Ochaco replied reassuringly.
"Ribbit. It's fine," Tsuyu said simply.
"Ughhh I need to bulk up!" Kyoka said in frustration of her physique.
A moment later, the curtain slid open.
Izuku turned back—and smiled.
Each of them stepped out wearing a yukata that somehow fit their personalities perfectly.
Izuku blinked once. Then twice.
"…Wow," he breathed.
"Well?" Mina asked, spinning on her heel with a grin. "Who wore it best?"
Izuku scratched his cheek, laughing nervously.
"That's… a dangerous question. You all look amazing."
The girls giggled, clearly pleased, and soon they were wandering through the festival stalls—trying takoyaki, sharing skewers, laughing over spilled drinks. Every so often, one of them would tug Izuku away from the group.
A quiet walk with Ochaco near the lantern-lit river.
Cotton candy and playful teasing with Toru.
Mina dragging him to a game stall and cheering loudly when he won.
Tsuyu walking beside him calmly, sharing food in comfortable silence.
Momo standing just a little closer than before, sleeves brushing as they talked softly.
Kyoka and him sharing a walk together as they spoke about music something. They really enjoyed.
Mini dates, scattered throughout the night.
Izuku took it all in—the lights, the laughter, the warmth—and for once, the looming Sports Festival, villains, and expectations faded into the background.
For tonight, he was just a guy enjoying the festival.
And somehow, surrounded by all of them, that felt… perfect.
' I gotta tell you. It was perfect, perfect. Everything down to the last minute details'
TO BE CONTINUED