Izuku POV
I woke up from the sound of my alarm, turned it off, and got ready for today's lesson. After bathing and dressing up for school, I went down to the common area to see almost nobody there.
I greeted everyone and started making my breakfast. I've been kinda craving a traditional Japanese breakfast like Mom always used to make back home but there isn't enough time to make one so I settled for buttered toast.
'I wonder if she's okay,' I thought. I know she can take care of herself, but as her son, I still worry.
*BEEP!* The toaster let out a sound, letting out the bread as I tried eating it.
"Won't you get burned doing that, Midori-bro?" Asked Kirishima-kun as he watched quickly eat the food like nothing.
"Nah, I'm partially resistant to hot and cold temperatures, so it doesn't really bother me," I told him.
"Damn, that's so cool," he told me with a big grin on his face.
"Thanks, yours is cool too," I sincerely told him.
We then heard the sound of the front door being opened to see a sweaty Ochaco emerge from it. Looks like she just finished her sword training and is about to get ready for school. This slightly messy look suits her.
"Good morning, Izuku. You were up earlier today," she greeted me, her smile warm and inviting.
"Hey, Ochaco. Yeah, for some reason, I wasn't able to get much sleep last night. I figured getting up instead. By the way, want some?" I told her as I offered some of the bread to eat.
"Thanks, Sir Knight. This is delicious," she said as she grabbed a slice and started eating and heading to her room to get ready for the day.
After around half an hour, Ochaco finished getting ready and we headed to the school building together.
Together, we set off from the dorms, the early morning air crisp and refreshing against my skin. As we walked, Ochaco regaled me with tales of her latest training sessions, her enthusiasm contagious as she recounted her victories and setbacks with equal fervor.
I listened intently, hanging on her every word as we made our way through the familiar streets leading to the school. Despite the hustle and bustle of the morning commute, it felt as though we were in our own little world, cocooned in a bubble of warmth and camaraderie.
Despite the hustle and bustle of the school grounds, there was a sense of peace and contentment that settled over me when I was with Ochaco. She was my anchor in the storm, the steady presence that grounded me even in the most turbulent of times.
As we approached the main school building, I couldn't help but steal a glance at Ochaco, marveling at the way the morning sunlight danced in her hair and lit up her eyes. At that moment, I felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude for her presence in my life.
As Ochaco and I neared the main school building, our conversation tapered off as we both noticed a sudden influx of activity near the school gate. My brows furrowed in confusion as I caught sight of a throng of reporters and cameras gathered at the entrance, their presence an unusual and unexpected sight. Ochaco's gaze mirrored my own as we exchanged a puzzled glance, curiosity sparking in her eyes. It was clear that something out of the ordinary was happening, and we couldn't help but wonder what could have drawn such a crowd to our school on an ordinary day.
Despite the flurry of questions swirling in our minds, Ochaco and I resisted the urge to investigate further, choosing instead to focus on our classes for the day. However, the presence of the press near the school gate lingered in the back of our minds like an unresolved puzzle, tugging at our curiosity with each passing hour.
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Midoriya Izuku - The Winter King (BNHA x Love of Magic)
Fanfiction"You can run, but you cannot hide. We come for you, Winter Child. We come." Those are the words I, Midoriya Izuku, heard before being attacked by what seems to be a rotting dog corpse. It moved faster than the eyes could follow and was about to bite...
