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IZUKU MIDORIYA | Potluck Brunch
"Do you think that this is too much?"
"I'm sure it's fine."
Midoriya's smile warmed the chilliest of mornings while the cherry blossoms began to drift in the spring breeze. It was a busy start to the day grocery shopping for a surprise brunch he wanted to make for his mother. That did however include having to wake at four in the morning to peruse through the markets for the freshest ingredients.
You yawned loudly while carrying various shopping bags on hand, eyeing Midoriya carrying the more heavier ingredients with him - mostly the meat.
"Still trying to wake up?" Asked Midoriya.
"Just trying to slip back into my old routine," you explained, nuzzling your nose into your scarf. "I used to clean my equipment every two days at the break of dawn."
"You used to clean your guns?"
"Dismantle and put them back together too. I used to time myself."
You spoke casually and nonchalantly about those memories, recalling that competitive feeling to beat your time again and again. However, you heard nothing from Midoriya, finding that he only stared at you quizzically.
"What? I was... bored," you slowly explained, a little embarrassed about the topic.
"That explains your reaction time," pondered Midoriya, his eyes staring upwards in thought. "Constant practice and muscle memory would only make them second nature to you."
"Are you theorizing now?"
"Hehe, maybe a little."
You grimaced and yet smiled at Midoriya, bumping your hip into his playfully. He was still the observant and analytical man, always putting forward his ingenuity over his Quirk.
Soon, the both of you made your way to his old family home in an apartment complex, taking the elevator up before approaching the very familiar front door to his mother's. After a knock or two, the door opened, revealing a short woman whose eyes upon seeing the both of you, smiled happily.
"Izuku," she greeted, receiving a large hug from Midoriya.
"Nice to see you mum," he spoke, pulling away for you to greet her as well.
"So good to see you Inko," you cooed with a gentle hug. "Hope we haven't disturbed you."
"Oh nonsense, what's all this?" She asked, eyeing all of the bags in hand.
"Happy Mother's Day," cheered Midoriya while he lifted the heavier bags in hand. "We're going to treat you with potluck brunch."
"Izuku had this planned over the last week," you explained with another yawn escaping your throat. "Nothing but the best ingredients."
