This is long lol but it's a filler thingy, so I wanted it to all be in one thing! 

HAPPY LATE MOTHER'S DAY XDD

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"Alright, kids. This Sunday is Hag's Day (aka Mother's Day)," announced Mr. Aizawa from the podium in homeroom. "We're having a banquet to honor mothers and everyone will wear their best outfit and you will all have to pick a song or write an original one to sing for your mother in the courtyard. Then we'll hold a party in the gym."

"THIS IS AN EXCELLANT IDEA, SENSEI. ONE OF THE BETTER ONES YOU'VE COME UP WITH!" Tenya complimented.

"What if I have nothin' good to say 'bout mine?" Katsuki asked, with his feet on his desk.

"Didn't say it'd have to be good. Now shut up."

Shouto raised his hand.

"Yes?"

"What if mine can't attend due to location?" he shyly mumbled.

"Ever heard of Zoom? It's all the rage in America," Mr. Aizawa responded.

"I do not live in the Western Hemisphere so I do not know of this 'Zoom'," Tenya objected.

"I wasn't talkin' to you, so don't worry about it. Quit wastin' my time," Mr. Aizawa groaned.

The bell then rang.

"Wait a minute!" I shouted.

"Whut?"

I angstily looked at the floor and shuffled my feet. "My mom isn't here. Do I have to participate?"

Katsuki interrupted, "Excuse me, Teach—but if she doesn't hafta participate, I ain't either."

"Eat a fatcake, boy."

"Hey, (Y/N). Ever heard of Zoom?" Tenya snarked.

"Hey, Tenya. Ever heard of social skills?" Katsuki mocked.

I dramatically picked up my Shrek satchel and ran out of the classroom. I held back tears cuz where even was my mom!?!?!? I felt just like Stephanie Tanner from Full House and Blossom from Blossom! All my other classmates have moms, but mine's somewhere in North Korea!!! At least that's where the last postcard came from.

"Hey, (Y/N). What's bringing you down?" Deku suddenly asked me with those Bo-Peep eyes of his.

"Oh, nothing. . ." I sighed dramatically.

"Is this about your mom?"

"Weren't you listenin' in class? Of course, it's about her mom!" Eijiro defended my honor.

I plopped on the floor in the middle of the crowded hall and held back tears. Katsuki, who was eating Hot Cheetos, sat down beside me and said, "You can have my mom."

"No, thanks. I choose life."

"Cheeto then?" he offered, shoving the bag in my nose which made my brain melt.

"No. . .I'm too depressed." So, I took the bag.

"She wants two?" Katsuki asked, looking dumbfounded at losing his bag of Cheetos.

"Well, at least you have a dad!" Deku smiled cheerfully.

"Yeah, All Might," I groaned.

"Are you kidding me? I'd love for him to be my dad!" Deku fanboyed.

"Then you can have him."

"I've seen his pizza letter," Katsuki shuddered. "Don't be so insensitive, Deku."

"Yeah, says the 'sensitive guy'," Shouto monotoned. "If it makes you feel any better, (Y/N), my mom won't be there either."

Katsuki then pulled out another party-size bag of Hot Cheetos. "Neither will mine."

"Why?" I asked Katsuki.

"Cuz I ain't inviting that skank."

"The school's already invited them," Tenya cut in.

"THIS PLACE'S WORSE THAN JUVIE!!! THEY'RE DETERMINED TO RUIN MAH LIFE!!"

"What life? Eating Hot Cheetos and sitting in your sweatpants and black tank all day?" Hanta scoffed, walking up.

"Extras don't have opinions."

I sighed like a female protagonist in a Nicholas Sparks movie when her boyfriend gets whacked. "Thanks, guys. But I'll be okay. Really."

"Who knows, (Y/N). Perhaps there'll be a time when comes the winds of change," Shouto fortune-cookie'd.

"What Gandhi over here is tryna say—is that maybe she'll come. Maybe she won't," Katsuki told me. "Maybe my mom will come. Maybe she'll get pushed in front of traffic."

"Well, I think my ride's here!" I chuckled nervously. "I'll, uh, see you guys later! Buh-byeeeeee~" I quickly fled the scene and ran outside before they could say anything else disturbing.

Later that night, I tried to think of a song to sing for my mother who was in North Korea. So, I went to the person who I felt could understand my predicament the most.

My nephew Tomura.

"Tomuraaa!" I cried, climbing the stairs to the attic.

"H—"

"There you are!" I flopped onto his cot.

He was on the ground, Windexing his life-sized, porcelain statue of Ariana Grande. "What's wrong, (Y/N)?"

"I sad."

"You must be truly desperate to come to me for help."

"This is serious!"

"Just don't take it too seriously."

I groaned, wiping Chex Mix crumbs off his cot. "It's about Mother's Day!"

He looked out the window in a trance. "Mother. . ."

I Z-snapped. "This is about me! I'm the protagonist! Not you!"

"Sorry." He cleared his throat free of whatever and continued, "Spill the tea, sis."

"Well, my mom's in North Korea and I can't talk to that deadbeat dad of mine about anything."

"True, true. Is this about that assembly the school's havin'?"

"How'd you know?" I wondered.

"Dabi told me. Sometimes he flirts with chicks there."

"O—"

At that, Tomura brought out a hatbox and pulled an Ariana Grande ponytail weave out of it then placed it on a Jojo Siwa Bows and Bling Styling Head on his dresser (aka cardboard box). The high ponytail was so tall, it looked like a skinny legend version of Chewbacca.

"Why?" was all I asked.

"I got this styling head on clearance from the gas station down the road with the money I scraped up from Aizawa's couch downstairs," he explained. "As for the other thing, I have been guaranteed that this is a genuine weave worn by Ariana herself during her Sweetener World Tour. Celebrityweaves.und included a certificate of authentic weave."

Disturbed yet intrigued, I asked, "What does 'und' mean?"

"Underground."

"Hello, I came here to talk about MY problems!" I reminded.

"Oh. So, what's the scoop?"

"My mom can't come for the banquet!"

"Neither can mine."

"You're not going!" I pouted.

"Can't I represent?"

That gave me an idea. "Wait. . .that's actually a good idea."

"Oh, no," he monotoned.

"You can pretend to be my mom!" I shot up, beaming.

"I'm not Tyler Perry."

"I didn't say my grandma. I said my mom!"

"No," he told me.

I ran over and grabbed his wrist, avoiding his fingers, and cried, "Oh, you just gotta! Please! For meeee!"

"No."

"C'mon, you owe me one for letting you live up here and eat our Chex Mix."

"I'll move out."

"PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASEEEE!?!?!" I begged. "IS IT THAT HORRIBLE? SPENCER DID IT FOR CARLY IN iCARLY!!!"

"That's fiction."

I sighed. "I'll buy you something Ariana Grande-ish from the underground moles!"

"Alright. I want the pink bow shoes Ariana wore in season one, episode twenty #MadAboutShoe from Sam & Cat that aired November 30th, 2013."

"You gotta be kidding me," I fumed.

"Either get me the shoes or I ain't doin' it."

"Fineeeeee! I promise. Thanks, Tomura. You're a lifesaver"

"Wow, no one ever said that about me."

I gave him a hug and ran out of the room before he had a chance to change his mind.

If worse came to worse, I could always try to spawn the shoes with my meme power. . .if that even worked. But what he wanted was so obscure, I doubt it would. But maybe knockoffs would work, but knowing him—probably not.

So, the next day, I was in school—thinking about what song I should sing for my "mother". Everybody was sitting around at lunch, sharing ideas. I was sitting with the guys and listening to them throw songs around while I stayed quiet.

"I have been thinking about writing my own original song to express how much I appreciate the woman whom gave birth to me. But I cannot decide whether to sing a ballad or opera," Tenya monologued.

"Just type it into Tomodachi Life. It'll crank out the rest," joked Denki, even though that's probably what he did. "Yo, though, I'm gonna sing 'Hey Mama' by Kanye West."

"You can't sing Kanye, I'm singin' Kanye!" Katsuki barked.

"Whut you singin' by Kanye?"

"'Bohemian Rhapsody'."

"Uhhh, that's obviously Freddie Mercury from Queen," Tenya corrected.

"Why would a guy call himself Queen?" Katsuki demanded.

"You're hopeless," Shouto groaned.

"Still a song about mamas, so I'm singin' it to mine," Katsuki spat. "Kanye style!"

"But that's the hardest song in the world to sing," mentioned Eijiro.

"Not how Kanye did it."

I rolled my eyes and ate my fried Twinkie.

"Are you good, (Y/N)?" Shouto asked.

"Yeah, my mom's coming. I got a hold of her," I lied through my teeth.

"Oh, what song are you singing then?" Deku smiled.

"It's a surprise," I grinned.

"You have no idea what you're singing—do you?" Hanta snickered.

"Yes, I do! It's just—I don't wanna spoil it! It's a surprise."

"Well, okay then. I wish you luck," Shouto smiled.

"Thanks~"

Lunch was over before the rest of the guys could tell us their songs. So, I guess they'll just have to be a surprise. However, I was just nervous people would find out it was Tomura at the banquet rather than my mom. But he could stay in the back the whole time.

Sunday came. I got some knockoffs of the pink bow shoes for Tomura off Payless (clearance warehouse) and left them in his attic. I was waiting on the sidewalk in a cute, formal dress when Tomura came out—decked out in his Ariana Grande weave, a moomoo that looked like it belonged to my grandmother's baby doll, and the pink bow shoes I got him with a crochet, leopard-print Bermuda bag with a wooden handle.

"Wow, you look like a fossil," I commented.

"I'm doing this for you, aren't I?" he rasped.

"Where'd you find the clothes and purse?"

"In the attic. Must've been Aizawa's mom's stuff."

I took a whiff and cringed, "You smell like mothballs and Ariana Grande perfume."

"Thanks."

I rolled my eyes and said, "Let's go. Be sure to talk in a soprano voice. And make sure to wear gloves."

"I know how to behave."

He wore peach-colored gloves with acrylics glued on the tips to look more "realistic". His makeup looked thicker than the icing on a wedding cake.

"Try to walk more feminine and not slouch!" I told him.

"Fine." He swayed his hips a couple of times for effect and arched his back way too far forward.

"Never mind. Go back to what you were doing."

That's when I realized something. He needed a name.

"Okay, your name is, uh, Karen."

"Fine, whatevs."

Finally, we arrived at the banquet at U.A. and saw all the other mothers in dresses (made in this century) with their kids standing beside them. Before we got too close, I pulled Tomura behind a bush and said, "You need to change your dress! It looks too old for them."

"Where do I get a dress at this hour?"

"I don't know. Call Dabi and get his dress truck out here!"

"Okay, fine."

"And tell him to hurry! This is embarrassing enough."

"I'm the one wearing the dress."

So, about five minutes later, Dabi pulled up in his ice-cream truck full of prom dresses. Tomura looked around and found a dress that matched his hot-pink shoes. The dress he picked out was a bubble dress and he picked out some leopard-print leggings to match his purse.

"How do I look now?" he asked, flopping his weave.

"Eh, it'll do," I cringed. "We gotta go!"

"Okay, okay."

I took his wrist and ran to the courtyard, waving frantically at my classmates.

Mr. Aizawa took one look at us and slowly raised an eyebrow. Deku waved obliviously with a goofy grin and ran up with his mom to introduce to my "mom".

"Hi, (Y/N)! What's your mom's name?" Deku asked.

"Oh, hi, I'm Karol," Tomura bubbled, holding out a hand to shake Inko's. He acted like he was from a C-list Hallmark movie.

I quickly slapped his hand down and smiled nervously. I knew he had the name wrong, but no point in changing it at this point.

"I'm Inko. You must be so proud of your precious daughter!"

"Oh, yes. I flew from, uh, North Vietnam to come here."

"I thought you said your mom lived in North Korea," Deku reminded with a puzzled look on his face.

"Oh—that's because that's where I mailed the postcard from," Tomura sing-songed, trying to make it up as he went along.

At that moment, I saw Katsuki dragging his mom over and saying, "Haul it over, hag. We gotta meet (Y/N)'s old lady."

"Be nice, you brat!" Mitsuki scolded, hitting Katsuki over the head.

Katsuki and Mitsuki approached us. He pulled out a bag of Hot Cheetos and waited for us to be the first ones to speak.

"Oh, you must be the boy (Y/N) always. . .talks about," Tomura managed to say. "I'm, uh, Karly."

"But you said your name was Karol," Deku questioned.

"Oh, Karly's my nickname!" Tomura quickly recovered (pathetically).

If I was going to survive today, that'd take a miracle.

"This mah hag," Katsuki said while chewing.

"Excuse my son's manners!" Mitsuki apologized while bopping her son over the head again and forcing it into a bow. "He learns it from his father."

"Where is he? I'd be happy to teach him a thing or two about respect," Tomura rasped in a deeper, darker voice.

I elbowed him and whispered, "Mom!"

Tomura reverted to his "mom" voice, "Oh, pardon, er, the sauce makes me a bit merry!"

I facepalmed.

"Yeah, the hotter the better," Katsuki smirked, not getting it.

I held up my index finger and said, "I gotta get ready to sing! Mom, why don't you sit in the very back and watch me?"

"Alright, Daughter."

I pushed him to the back row.

At that, Mr. Aizawa went on stage and announced the beginning of the serenade. Tsuyu sang 'Rainbow Connection' to her mom while playing a ukulele; Hanta sang 'Baby Mine' from Dumbo; Tenya belted a forty-five part verse ballad that was cut off after two; Shouto sang 'Let It Go'; and Eijiro sang 'Mama Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys'.

Finally, it came down to Denki, Deku, Katsuki, and me.

Denki walked up on stage and grabbed the microphone, saying, "Mama, I wanna dedicate this to yaya."

The beat to 'Hey Mama' by Kanye West started in the background and Denki started screeching,

'Hey mama, I want to scream so loud for you
'Cause I'm so proud of you, let me tell you what I'm about to do (hey mama)
I know I act a fool, but I promise you I'm going back to school—'

People started booing and throwing Dixie cups at him so he'd stop. Even his mom joined them.

Denki defended his choice of song, "Hey! I gotta represent."

"Represent what? That you're an idiot?"

"WHO SAID THAT!?"

So, Denki short-circuited and Mr. Aizawa had to lead him off stage with thumbs up.

Next was Deku. He went up to the mic and nervously began, "I picked this lil ditty somewhere along the lines and it reminded me of you, Mom."

Inko burst into tears, smearing her mascara. "Oh, my baby boy!!"

'Turn To You' by Justin Bieber began in the background. Deku started the song off with a voice crack,

'You worked two jobs
To keep a roof up over our heads
You chose life for me
No you never gave up
I admire you for the strength you've instilled in me'

I looked over and saw Inko swaying her arms to the music, crying a river while falling to her knees.

'You were so young
You were just my age when you had me
Mom, you were so brave—'

All of the sudden, the mic went dead. I saw that Katsuki had unplugged the amp.

Mr. Aizawa immediately shot up. "Ah, that's such a shame, Young Midoriya. NEXT."

Katsuki, wearing his bling that he got from a vending machine at Dirt Cheap, swaggered onstage and attacked the mic while wailing,

'mamaaAAAAAAAA— I JUST KILLED A MANS
PUT MAH GUN AGANSTZ HE'S HEAD
PULLED DA TRIGGUH NOW HEEZ DEYED'

Unlike Kanye, Katsuki nailed the B-flat. Everyone, even his own mother, was appalled.

After some time in the song, Katsuki started tearing up his electric guitar and banging it against the floor, screaming to the heavens,

'SO, YAAH THINK YA CAN STONE ME AND SPIT IN MAH EYYYEEEEEEEE
SO, YO THINK YOU CAN LOVE ME AND LEAVE ME TO DAHHHHHHHH'

At this point in the song, he started eerily looking in my direction. Katsuki was so tired storming around stage for six-and-a-half minutes, so he dropped to his knees and slid forward for affect while pushing his hair back.

'Nothin' really matters
Anyone can see
Nothin' really matters. . to meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee'

After the song ended, Katsuki leaned his back as far as he could reach and threw his head up to the sky. At the moment, Kota (who was backstage) started spraying his water Quirk over Katsuki's head like it was Flashdance or something.

So. . .that happened.

As I was ready to take the stage, Katsuki passed me and side-glanced at me, whispering, "Top that, babe."

I gulped. So, I changed the song almost immediately in my head because this wasn't about serenading moms anymore. This was war.

I pulled my scrunchie out of my hair, rubbed my fingers through it, and swished it in the wind. I then sent a text to Present Mic so he could change the background music. I bowed my head and turned my back to the audience, waiting for the spotlight to capture me. Before the song started, I applied some lip gloss and when the instrumental began, I whipped my head to one side sassily. I then began crooning,

'He is a hustler, he's no good at all
He is a loser, he's a bum, bum, bum, bum
He lies, he bluffs, he's unreliable
He is a sucker with a gun, gun, gun, gun'

Tomura raised an eyebrow, wondering if I was referring to him. But everybody else obviously know who I was singing to, because they all started staring at Katsuki. He just crossed his arms and leaned his head back and chuckled while smirking.

'But mama I'm in love with a criminal
And this type of love isn't rational, it's fictional
Mama please don't cry, I will be alright
All reason aside I just can't deny, I love the guy'

When the song was over, everyone stood up and cheered. The first person I looked at in the crowd was Katsuki. He just winked at me.

Everyone thought it was a perfect, sassy "response" to Katsuki's rendition of 'Bohemian Rhapsody'.

I began to walk off stage, but Katsuki met me in the middle before I had a chance to leave. He wrapped his arms around me and dipped me in a kiss that looked like the famous sailor/nurse black-and-white photo from V-J Day. . .in front of all of our teachers, every mother in attendance, and classmates.

Katsuki's mom was holding her camcorder up, sobbing and yelling, "MAH BABY FINALLY KISSED A GIRL!!" as if she was more impressed with the kiss rather than her son hitting a B-flat in the last song. Inko covered Deku's eyes the whole time, and Tomura's weave flew to China.

"MAH WEAVE!!!" he screamed. "MAH ARIANA GRANDE WEAVE!!!!!" So, he jumped a fence and fled school property to retrieve it.

Mr. Aizawa pulled us apart in front of everyone and said into the mic, "I thought we agreed that you wouldn't be kissing boys, (Y/N)."

"I'm not kissing them. They're kissing me!" I pled.

Mr. Aizawa turned to Katsuki and ordered, "No kissing my ray of sunshine."

"Whatevs, catch ya on the flip side, babe." So, Katsuki swaggered away, slipped on the water, and took a nosedive for the audience. "I'M GOOD."

I facepalmed, embarrassed, and fled off stage in the opposite direction.

Mr. Aizawa told everyone, "Alright, that's enough for the Mommy Serenade. Time for the banquet. Everyone, gather in the gym."

We all entered the gym and saw pink and white round tables, banners, and streamers. There were twinkling Christmas lights giving the room a pink ambience. The centerpieces looked like cheesy cardboard popups of a mother with her baby that looked like they were ordered in bulk from Oriental Trading.

"Looks like a baby shower and Valentine's Day exploded into one bad nuke," Katsuki commented.

"I CARRIED YOU IN MAH WOMB FOR TEN MONTHS AND THIS IS HOW YOU TREAT ME! BE RESPECTFUL!!" Mitsuki screeched.

"AND I'VE WALKED ON THIS EARTH FOR FIFTEEN YEARS AND YOU'VE NEVER DROPPED IT. SO, CAN IT, HAG!"

Mitsuki slapped him upside the head again. Everyone just ignored them since it was common. Plus, they were dealing with the problems of their own mothers.

Mineta's mom looked like she lived at McDonald's and had a beehive of grapes on her head. She looked like a knockoff of 80s Sour Grapes from Strawberry Shortcake.

"Son, hush while Mama snags a hottie," Mineta's Mom cooed while gawking at all the teachers and fathers present. She raised an eyebrow and smacked her lips. As she reapplied her fake beauty mark, she hip-swayed over to Katsuki's dad. "Mmm-mmm. Hey, there, cute thang. I hear you rich and you design high-fashion~ How abouts making me a dress fit for my beauty~"

Masaru blushed, "You know I'd have to take your measurements."

Mitsuki was nowhere to be found, but Katsuki (who was in the background) saw everything, spit out his punch, rushed to his dad, and knocked him aside, yelling, "I WILL NOT HAVE MINETA FOR A BROTHER!!! BEGONE, GORGON!!"

"Step aside, chyle. I gotta date wit' destiny," Mineta's mom responded with a smirk.

"LISTEN, PRUNE," Katsuki snarled. "I'LL WINEPRESS YOU IF YOU DON'T LAY OFF MY OLD MAN."

"Okay, okay," she said while already eyeballing Mr. Aizawa. "If ya need meh, all ya gotta do is hollah." She then sashayed away in her 6-inch, purple, stiletto, go-go boots.

I cringed. By this time, Tomura had returned with a different weave that was slightly lopsided.

"You, uh—"

"Shut up," he told me. "My Ariana weave got stuck in an electric fence and was melted. So, I got this one off a mannequin at Cato's."

"Well then."

Suddenly, Shouto walked up to us, holding a tablet with his mom on Zoom.

"Meet mah mom."

She waved at us, the video quality was so bad and laggy—I felt like I was talking to a potato.

"He-Hello-lo, (Y/N)," her voice glitched.

"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Todoroki."

"S-So, A-Are y-y-you th-e g-girk mah s-son-n is in lo-ve-ve wi-with?"

"Okay, gotta go!" Shouto immediately flicked the tablet and it landed in the punchbowl. He then ice-skated to the other side of the gym.

"Wow, that was—"

Tomura interrupted, "Enlightening." He then saw something. "Hey! A Chex Mix bowl! Gotta bail, (Y/N)."

So, once again, I was left alone.

I then met a few other mothers which was kinda boring. But it made me feel worse until All Might entered the room with a random woman at his side. Who was it? I dreaded to know.

"Daughter," All Might spoke up. "This is. . .your mother."

I gasped like James Charles. "No. . .that's my mother," I said, pointing to Tomura (who was maiming Chex Mix).

I didn't know what to think. My heart was racing. I didn't know if I wanted to meet her again because so much damage had been done. So, I did the only thing I could think of.

"BOYSSSSSS!" I yelled. I needed the emotional support of hot anime boys in this scenario.

Like Kim Kardashian to a makeup sale, they rushed to my side.

"(Y/N), what's wrong?"

"Are you hurt?"

I nervously said, "Meet. . .my mother." And pointed to the woman beside All Might.

She smacking gum obnoxiously and had a crewcut, wearing a slinky, spaghetti-strap dress, with a possum stole around her shoulders. Her heels were taller than the Empire State Building. She held a bubble blower attached to a foot-long stick and said, "Dahling. It's been simply ages," In a fake-sounding Transatlantic accent.

"Excuse me, but (Y/N)'s mother is already here," Tenya spoke.

"Who died and made you President, dahling?" she shrugged.

"Well, Ma'am, I am president of the class."

There was a pause and my mom slowly thought about what to say next. "Some people. . .want to win races."

There was then another long pause as if we were watching a video in slowmotion.

She continued, "And others. . .want to become president of the class."

"Deep," Denki brooded.

I clung to Eijiro cuz he was like the stone pillar of support. I said, "Eijiro, hold me!!!"

"Don't worry, (Y/N). I got you." He hugged me and glared down my real mom.

"Oh, dahling, you've built quite the empire of defeat," she chortled.

I cried, "You left meh behind a Chinese restaurant dumpster!!"

"I say let bygones be bygones." She batted her foot-long eyelashes, causing a gentle breeze which was apparently her Quirk. "Holding a grudge tends to make you fat."

"Hol' on right there, you tubba lard," Katsuki growled. "You can get on a cargo ship full of possi and go back to whatever hole you crawled out've!"

"Oh, dahling, so feisty. Will you keep him, (Y/N)? If you do, be a good girl and build me a mother-in-law suite and allow me to name all the grandchyle."

At that point, Tomura showed up and started whacking the old bat with his wooden-handle purse. "THE ONLY MOTHER AROUND HERE FOR (Y/N) IS ME!!"

"OH, GREAT-NEPHEW!! IT'S BEEN SIMPLY AGES, DAHLING! HOW ARE THINGS IN YOUR COUNTRY?"

Mr. Aizawa then showed up at that point and erased my mom's Quirk which was apparently so powerful over her, her eyelashes disappeared. "What's going on?"

I cried into Shouto's shoulder because Eijiro was a rock and not as cuddly.

"Don't worry, (Y/N). We'll handle these two loons," Katsuki reassured me, referring to my mom and All Might.

Mr. Aizawa said, "I adopted (Y/N). She's my daughter now. You two can scram and never talk to my precious child ever again."

"Oh, the audacity!" my mom cried melodramatically. "Come, Toshinori. Let us adjourn and fly me back to my home country. This was quite a disappointment, indeed." She turned to look at me and sassed, "See what all you missed?" She then paraded out of the building with her dislocated-looking hip with All Might at her side.

I turned to the hot anime boys and said, "Thanks, guys. You're the best." Even though they did nothing.

"Will you marry me, (Y/N)?"

"Wanna make out?"

"I love you!"

"Please date me so my mom doesn't kick me out of her house!"

Guys were yelling all over the room and I couldn't tell who was saying what. So, I opened my arms for a group hug and all the guys flew into my arms like moths into a flame.

"Okay, okay. That's enough, guys. Remember I said—no touching," Mr. Aizawa told us.

"But you said no kissing!"

"I'm her dad, I can change the rules whenevs I want."

At that, Tomura ripped off his weave and dress to reveal his black sweat suit. "Man, it's getting hot. I can't stand it no more! Anyway, Aizawa."

"What, Chex Mix boy?"

"I want you to adopt me. I'm sick of being (Y/N)'s nephew and stuck in the attic with the spiders and possi."

"Sure, whatevs. You can have my yoga room."

"Thanks, Dad."

I looked up at Mr. Aizawa. "You knew?"

"Well, where else does the Chex Mix go?"

I then looked at Tomura and hugged him. "Yay, my nephew-mother-brother!!!"

"My aunt-daughter-sister."

We both hugged and everyone awed and cooed.

But Deku asked, "Wait—am I missing something? Isn't he Japan's Most Wanted?"

"Yes, Most Wanted Bachelor," Tomura coughed, trying to hide his past.

Finally, the banquet was over and I was zonked. I told all the guys, "First to get to the door gets to princess-carry me home!"

At that, a fight broke out with Quirks flying everywhere. While they were all duking it, Hitoshi popped up from nowhere and smoothly whisked me in his arms.

"Hitoshi! Where were you? You've been dead for several chapters," I gasped.

"I was just waiting for the perfect opportunity," he winked.

So, I just nestled against his shoulder and he carried me the entire way home while a sunset that looked like Katsuki's hair was setting.

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