Izumi had always attracted attention, Inko had come to terms with this when her baby girl was born. However, things changed during the break between sixth grade and the start of her middle school years.

The greenette had been said to be a 'late bloomer' when it came to puberty, and she didn't mind. The other girls complained about it enough that Izumi was perfectly fine with waiting a few more years.

But then . . . It happened.

All of her break, the girl spent curled up in a ball in her bed. Inko brought her everything she would need; food, water, candy, icecream, stuffed animals, blankets, hot water bottles, and heating pads. Plus pain pills, lots and lots of pain pills.

Growing pains and cramps, her mom had said.

It felt more like being hit by a truck.

Repeatedly.

They finally subsided enough for Izumi to function about a week before school was supposed to start again. Kacchan had been visiting her regularly, but Izumi was all too eager to leave her house and see someone that wasn't the angry blonde or her sweet mother.

Inko knocked before coming into her daughter's room, her arms full with different pieces of her own clothing for Izumi to wear. Apparently, she had out grown all of her old things.

Izumi's room was a mess, but not of the cluttered kind.

Her walls were painted all sorts of colors, the girl having taken paint buckets and splashed the walls as she saw fit, and on top of all that were hero posters. All Might took up a majority of the space; posters, bedding, pop-figures, action figures, the whole nine-yards. Though there were others, Izumi was particularly fond of her Midnight collection along with Present Mic. (There were a few things for Eraserhead she had made herself.)

Stuffed animals and pillows formed a nest on her bed, most of them wearing a form of hero costume. Izumi's favorite stuffed animal was a pale pink bunny with Midnight's face mask. The bed itself was huge, to make room for her ever-growing wings.

A bookshelf took up one entire wall, filled with different books she had read. Most were informational or inspirational, yet there was a whole row solely for manga and comic books.

Izumi sat, curled up on her bed, pale pink bunny in her arms, and a baggy night shirt she had borrowed from her mother on over a pair of boxers that were her own. "Mom?" She asked, aching limbs still hurting enough she was running off of pain meds.

"Sweetie, if you are feeling up to it, we should go shopping to get you new clothes. You don't fit any of your's anymore, so I brought some of mine for you to wear for the trip." Inko sat her things down on the green beanbag in the corner of her daughter's room before shuffling over to push a curl behind a freckled ear. "You feeling up to it?"

"Yeah, I might be a bit slow though." Izumi smiles weakly, unfolding and placing her bare feet on her plush purple carpet. When she looked at her mom, and realized she had to angle her chin down a bit to do so, Izumi's eyes went wide.

This by no means meant she was tall, god no-her mother was the shortest person she had ever know besides herself. But it did mean she had gained a few inches, quite a few. Though, she was still short by any other person's standers.

"My goodness!" Her mother exclaimed, covering her mouth and blinking. "Izu! You got so big!" Inko places her chubby hands on her daughter's face, squishing Izumi's round and freckled cheeks together.

"Mom!" Izumi whined, even though she was fighting a smile and trying not to giggle. Nimble and graceful fingers grabbed at her mother's hands, fighting back laughter as she pried them away.  

"Alright, alright. You need to get dress, I'll go finish up getting ready while I wait." Inko was at the door before turning around again. "Would you like Katsuki to come? Or maybe Mitsuki?"

"Both can come with if you want, I've missed them." Izumi answered, her mom nodded before closing the door. The teen looked over her options, her mom had brought out some old clothes it seemed. None of them looked like things she would wear now, at least.

The girl sighed before choosing, though she quickly found out that trying to wear one of her own or her mother's bras was not going to work.

"Mom!" She called down the hall. Inko shuffled out of the kitchen before blinking at her daughter in question. "U-um, my bras do-don't fit . . . and yours are too big." Inko nodded, gripping her chin while thinking.

"I'll ask Mitsuki to bring you one, you look about her size. And I think Katsuki will do well to stay home for this trip." Inko kissed her daughter's forehead before pulling out her phone to call her friend and neighbor.

A few minutes later a bombshell blonde woman was marching into Izumi's room with a big bag over her shoulder and a grin on her face. Izumi smiled softly at the woman with red eyes and spiky blonde hair like her son. "Zu-zu!" She cried, sweeping Izumi up off her feet and spinning her around. Izumi giggled while wiggling to free herself.

Finally sat down, Izumi grinned up at the tall woman. "You grew so much!" Mitsuki said, eyes wide. "In every way." The woman let out a whistle and eyed the girl up and down. "Don't worry, I got some stuff for you to use for now."

And that's how Izumi was swept up in a tornado of different outfits her mother and Kacchan's mother thought would work. Finally they settled on a mix of their different styles. Izumi had on her mother's older green sweater, slim fitted and given a modest neckline, Mitsuki's leather jacket (All older clothes they were going to give away so it didn't matter that they had to cut it to fit the wings.) and a pair of her mother's jeans. The jeans were faded and had a faint pattern of flowers still curling up the right thigh.

Izumi's tail swished back and forth happily as she smiled at the two women helping her. "Thank you!" Her fangs gleamed in the light, but none of it was frightening. Dark green curls fell down her back, a few bouncing in front of her brow to form slight bangs. The two horns she grew were bigger too, just like the wings and tail, spiraling in a few times just to end in sharp points.

"I should have brought the brat along." Mitsuki teased, side glancing to Inko. Izumi's mother swiped at her best friend's arm with a shocked look, fighting a smile.

"Anyways," Inko said, smiling at her daughter. "We should get going."