Dinner ended with warmth and laughter, the earlier heavy topics left for another day. Mari wasn’t ready to tell them everything — and the moms didn’t push. Instead, Mitsuki and Inko swapped embarrassing childhood stories, each one worse than the last. Katsuki was already snapping at his mom to shut up, while Izuku sat red-faced, muttering apologies that only made everyone laugh harder.
When the plates were cleared, Mitsuki pointed to the couch.
“Movie night. Couch. All of you. Now.”
Katsuki dropped onto one end, arms crossed, still muttering about “annoying old hags.” Izuku hesitated before taking the other end. Mari lingered for a second, but Mitsuki narrowed her eyes.
“Middle,” she ordered.
Mari rolled her eyes but sat between them.
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For a while, she stayed upright, focused on the movie. But the day’s exhaustion crept up fast. Her head tilted to the left — landing against Katsuki’s shoulder.
Katsuki stiffened instantly, not from discomfort but from the sudden awareness of how close she was. He could feel the warmth of her hair brushing his jaw, the faint smell of something sweet — vanilla and cedar. His grip on his crossed arms tightened.
Don’t move. Don’t wake her. Don’t make it weird.
Not that his pulse was listening.
On her other side, Izuku felt her lean slightly toward him, her arm brushing his. His breath caught in his throat before he slowly let it out, eyes flicking down to her.
It’s fine. Just Mari. Calm down.
But his heart wasn’t calming down — it was thundering in his chest, every slow breath of hers making it worse.
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By halfway through the movie, all three of them were asleep. Mari’s head was still resting on Katsuki’s shoulder, her legs shifted toward Izuku, one hand loosely over his. Katsuki, pretending to still be asleep, stared straight ahead at the darkened screen, hyper-aware of every small movement. Izuku’s hand twitched under hers, but he didn’t pull away.
From the doorway, Mitsuki and Inko peeked in.
“Adorable,” Inko whispered.
“Perfect,” Mitsuki grinned, pulling out her phone. She snapped a few shots — one wide, one close-up, then typed out her post with a smirk.
Instagram — @MitsukiBoom
📸 “Our future daughter-in-law is finally home ❤️ The boys don’t stand a chance.”
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The Next Morning — UA Dorms
Mari walked into the common room, rubbing her eyes. She froze when Kaminari grinned like the cat who ate the canary.
“Morning, Mrs. Bakudeku.”
Mina burst into laughter. “Oh my God, she hasn’t seen it yet!” She shoved her phone in Mari’s face. There it was — the picture of her asleep between Katsuki and Izuku, both leaning slightly toward her, Mitsuki’s caption blaring in bold.
Mari blinked once. “…She didn’t.”
“She did,” Mina sing-songed, gesturing to half the class, all smirking.
Katsuki stomped in right on cue, face crimson. “The old hag’s dead. I mean it this time.”
Izuku followed, cheeks just as red, muttering under his breath, “I’m never going home again…”
The teasing didn’t stop all morning — and if anything, it only got worse when someone made it into a meme. By lunch, the image had gone viral inside UA.
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Ghost Shot : A My Hero Academy Story
Fanfiction"They called her Ghost Shot - the girl who never missed. Now Mari and her unstoppable squad have traded battlefields for U.A. High, where rivals, romance, and buried secrets wait around every corner. But with old enemies watching, can they prove the...
