MHA Holdiay series

Part 1

As the frost-tinged air swept through the streets of Musutafu, Izuku Midoriya's heart raced with a mix of excitement and dread. The day after Christmas was typically filled with joy and warmth, particularly the promise of seeing his mother, Inko. But as he approached his cozy family home, he sensed that this holiday visit would be anything but ordinary.

Pushing open the door, he was greeted by the familiar scent of baked goods and cinnamon, the telltale sign of his mother's festive spirit. Just as he was about to call out a greeting, his eyes landed on an unexpected scene. There, under the mistletoe, stood All Might—the Symbol of Peace himself—locked in a passionate kiss with his mother.

Izuku's heart plummeted into his stomach. Not just a fleeting peck, but a full-blown make-out session. The sight was surreal, and the melodious notes of Christmas carols playing in the background only heightened the absurdity of the moment. Thoughts raced through Izuku's mind as he tried to process this shocking revelation. "Is this real? Am I dreaming?" he wondered.

Before he could make sense of it, the two figures pulled apart, cheeks flushed and smiles plastered on their faces. Izuku felt a rush of panic as he quickly turned on his heel and bolted back outside, unable to bear the sight any longer.

He sprinted down the street to Bakugo's house, the cold air biting at his skin but ignoring the chill as his brain worked in overdrive. What did he just witness? He needed to talk to someone—preferably someone who could offer advice that didn't involve making out under mistletoe!

Arriving at Bakugo's home, he burst through the door, breathless and wild-eyed. Mitsuki and Masura, Bakugo's parents, were sitting at the dining table, plates half-full of leftovers from the holiday feast. Bakugo looked up from his game console, nearly rolling his eyes at the sight of his childhood friend, but the expression quickly morphed into one of concern when he saw the distraught look on Izuku's face.

"What the hell happened, Deku?" Bakugo snapped, setting the console aside and focusing on him.

"I-I just saw my mom and All Might…" Izuku stammered, struggling to find the right words. "They were…under the mistletoe."

Bakugo's eyes widened, his usually brash demeanor momentarily replaced by stunned disbelief. "Are you serious? What do you mean?"

"Inko and All Might were kissing—no, more than kissing! It was like, making out!" Izuku exclaimed, throwing his hands up in exasperation. "I don't know what to think! I just ran out!"

An awkward silence fell over the room as Mitsuki and Masura exchanged glances, processing the bizarre revelation. "Well…that's certainly unexpected," Mitsuki finally said, her voice measured. "I knew All Might admired Inko, but this... this is something else entirely."

Masura chuckled in disbelief, "Yea, it is a lot"

"Yeah, but—" Izuku interrupted, his hands trembling. "This is All Might! He's practically a hero figure to me, and he's... with my mom!" The situation felt like a scene ripped from one of his old shoujo manga, the kind that tore at the boundaries between fantasy and reality.

Bakugo shook his head, his usual bluntness returning. "Look, Deku. What's the big deal? They're both adults. You're not a kid anymore; you have to understand that your mom has a life too. Besides, if All Might makes her happy, maybe that's what's important."

Izuku contemplated Bakugo's words, his heart still heavy but feeling an odd sense of relief. "I know... it just felt so sudden," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Mistletwine or whatever the hell it's called, I guess," Bakugo shrugged. "Just talk to them later. Don't run away like a coward."

Realizing he couldn't avoid the situation forever, Izuku took a deep breath. "You're right. I need to go back and talk to my mom," he finally said, determination filling his voice. "Thanks, guys. I just—I just need to get my head straight."

In that moment, Izuku learned a valuable lesson about growing up—both his mom and All Might were more than just the roles he'd assigned them; they were flawed, relatable humans who deserved happiness, even if it meant reshaping his own understanding of family.