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The door was thrown open unceremoniously, barely hitting the wall.
“Make yourselves at home...” Momo half groaned as she walked into the large house, still wearing her hero outfit and removing the gloves. The clunking of boots followed as the small procession made their way inside. Behind Momo was Ochako, her forehead drenched with sweat and grime as she carried Izuku on her back. The man was barely conscious, green hair frazzled, eyes half open, his clothes torn asunder at the edges. Mei trudged close behind, her muscle shirt, jacket, and baggy pants covered in a thin layer of soot, half-heartedly carrying a slightly large monkey wrench in her right hand. At the very end of their small group was Melissa, who hadn’t gained any significant battle damage but still looking quite shaken as she gripped her jacket, swatting aside a few loose strands of her golden blonde hair.
“Anybody up for tea?” Momo asked, her voice still slightly rough from the stress.
An echo of “Yes” rang from the guests, and Momo set off to work, throwing her gloves onto the dining table as she headed to the kitchen. Mei staggered up the stairs in a daze, peeling off her jacket with what little energy she had. Ochako heaved Izuku onto the center of the couch, quickly joining his side to make sure none of his injuries were acting up. Melissa sat at one of the couch’s far ends, grabbing a remote as she turned on the TV.
For a moment, there was silence.
“You ought to stop being so reckless, y’know…”
Izuku was too exhausted to outright deny her, so he settled for a snort. “...sorry,” he quickly amended; as much as he liked to ignore it, he did still have a self-sacrificing streak. And Ochako of all people would not let him forget it… which was a good thing, sometimes. Others, well…
“I get that this was the rookie’s first mission, but did you really have to outright shove them out of the way?”
“The debris would have crushed them!”
“And Momo had to blast it to save you!”
“Don’t remind me… Sometimes I have a hard time believing she’s gotten THAT strong.”
“Mm hmm. Just remember, if some villain doesn’t break you, she will~”
Izuku felt a shiver crawl up from behind. If that wasn’t threatening…
“Come now, Ochako…” Momo piped up, walking out from the kitchen, “At least give me some credit. I’d be far too worried about him to break him.” Izuku let out a sigh of relief. “Not immediately, anyway.”
Aaaand the fear was back.
Izuku felt someone squeeze his hand. “She’s kidding, Izu.” Melissa, ever the level headed one, leaned in, pecking Izuku on the cheek. Izuku felt some of the aches in his body soothe, even if he was still a little breathless. The moment was interrupted by the sound of shuffling on the floor above, followed by a small whine.
“Guys…!” Mei’s voice whimpered from above, “I can’t get out of my clothes!”
Oh boy. Mei wasn’t as resilient as the rest of them, barely coming up to Izuku’s level in terms of tolerance. Then again, they both had borderline insomnia with the amount of all nighters they pulled off. “I got her,” Melissa quickly volunteered, brushing off her pants as she stood up, heading upstairs. “Momo, is that steam coming from the kitchen?” Momo paled
“THE TEA!” she cried, vaulting back to the kitchen, a faint trail of pink and blue sparks following behind her. Izuku and Ochako shared a laugh at their friend’s(?) antics. They noticed the TV was still running in the background, and it was currently on… the news.
“Mere moments ago, a standoff occurred between the Pro Heroes and a terrorist cell, calling themselves the Omen’s Eye. What started as a mere hostage situation quickly accelerated into a battle for downtown Musutafu, with the terrorists quickly demolishing a handful of buildings in an attempt to scare off the heroes. Had it not been for their quick thinking and the arrival of the rising young hero Eiyuu and the infamous vigilante-”
Ochako clicked onto a different channel. “It’s too late to relive that mess again…” she groaned.
Izuku laughed in agreement, nuzzling constantly into Ochako’s side .Pink tinted both of their cheeks.
After a few minutes of channel surfing, the two of them eventually settle on….
“ Die Hard? What’s that?” Momo inquired, walking into the living room with a tray of tea and scones and setting them on the coffee table. Melissa and Mei also came down, wearing fresh clothing. Mei in particular was quite content and bubbly.
“Oh, it’s an old action movie from the late 1980s. Y’know, centuries ago?” Izuku explained, grabbing a few scones and a cup of tea.
“Oh really?” Melissa followed up, vaulting over the couch and taking a seat. “What’s it about?”
Izuku and Ochako sighed simultaneously, “Terrorists, hostages, yada yada…” Ochako mumbled without missing a beat. The others’ faces went deadpan.
“...why?” Momo whispered, exhausted.
“...this version doesn’t have Quirks?” Ochako offered with a shrug.
“We got tired of running into the news every other channel. That and there’s nothing else good playing anyway,” Izuku explained more thoroughly.
“...not even on the sci-fi channel?” Mei whimpered hopefully.
“It’s too late to come up with more babies, Mei,” everyone else replied without missing a beat. Mei let out an indignant huff, only relenting when Melissa wrapped an arm over her shoulder.
They only got to the point where John McClane had dropped the C4 on the terrorists before they began to nod off. Izuku had to fight the urge to sleep as he trudged up the stairs to get a blanket. Melissa had already helped Momo up to her bedroom and hadn’t come back down, and Mei and Ochako were already out cold (a rare occurrence, in Mei’s case). He began to feel fuzzy as his eyelids grew heavier, the blankets wrapped around him like a cloak. With what care he could muster, he put the blankets over the two of them gently, before stumbling into his seat in-between them, haphazardly throwing his own blanket on himself as he finally gave in to slumber’s temptation.
How exactly had he gotten here in the first place anyway?
...then again, he couldn’t really complain.