The dorm remained buzzing with whispers and silent chuckles after the unexpected rizz event between Izuku and Nezuko. Most of Class 1A was still trying to process what they had just witnessed. Nezuko had literally beaten sense into Izuku, and somehow, he had effortlessly rizzed her up in return.

Then—

The dorm doors opened.

The moment Shouta Aizawa (Eraserhead) stepped inside, all conversations died instantly. The homeroom teacher, wrapped in his usual half-dead energy, walked in with his signature tired expression. His bloodshot eyes swept across the room before stopping on the one very out-of-place figure standing near Izuku.

Kurogiri.

Aizawa stared at him.

Kurogiri stared back, standing respectfully beside Izuku.

The tension in the air was suffocating. The entire class held their breath, waiting for some kind of reaction. After all, one of the main villains from USJ was literally standing in their dorms, serving tea and snacks like a glorified butler.

Aizawa blinked once. Then twice.

Then—

Aizawa {gruffly}: "Not my problem."

And just like that, he moved on.

Class 1A collectively exploded internally.

As if Kurogiri’s presence meant absolutely nothing, Aizawa walked to the center of the common area and stuffed his hands into his pockets, his tone monotone and flat as he addressed the students.

Aizawa {bluntly}: "The U.A. Sports Festival is coming up in two weeks."

A ripple of excitement immediately spread through the class.

Mina {grinning}: "Ohhh! That’s the one that gets broadcasted nationwide, right?!"

Sero {excited}: "Yeah! The one with all the crazy obstacle courses and one-on-one battles!"

Iida {pushing his glasses up, suddenly fired up}: "THE SPORTS FESTIVAL IS OUR CHANCE TO SHOWCASE OUR TALENTS TO HERO AGENCIES! THIS EVENT CAN SHAPE OUR FUTURE!"

Aizawa nodded at Iida’s words before continuing.

Aizawa {calmly}: "This festival is more than just an event—it’s an opportunity. For many of you, this will be the first time Pro Heroes and agencies will see your abilities firsthand. Doing well here means potential internships and job offers down the line."

The weight of his words settled in, and the atmosphere shifted. Even those who were previously joking around or distracted suddenly found themselves taking this seriously.

Ochaco {determined, clenching her fists}: "If I do well, I can impress a good agency… and maybe even help my family!"

Shoto {silent, but eyes flickering with interest}: "..."

Bakugo {grinning wildly, cracking his knuckles}: "Tch. Finally, a real fight. No more holding back."

Nezuko {writing in her notebook, showing it to Izuku}: "I’ll do my best too!"

Izuku’s eyes flickered toward the note, then back to Nezuko, before he simply gave a small nod.

Izuku {calmly}: "I expect nothing less."

Kaminari suddenly grinned, nudging Sero.

Kaminari {smirking}: "I bet Midoriya’s gonna steal the whole damn show."

Sero {laughing}: "Yeah, dude’s gonna flex all those Quirks and have every agency knocking on his door!"

Izuku tilted his head slightly, his sapphire eyes blank as he sipped his tea.

Izuku {deadpan}: "I am not performing for entertainment. I’ll simply do what is necessary."

Mina wiggled her eyebrows.

Mina {grinning}: "And what’s necessary is showing off, right?"

Izuku {exhaling, setting his cup down}: "You misunderstand. Winning is the priority. Everything else is secondary."

Bakugo {glaring at him, veins popping}: "WHAT WAS THAT, NERD?! YOU THINK YOU’RE WINNING THIS?!"

Izuku didn’t even look at him.

Izuku {monotone}: "Yes."

Bakugo: "YOU WANNA DIE?!"

Aizawa sighed deeply, rubbing his tired face as the class bickered and hyped themselves up.

Aizawa {muttering}: "Two weeks… It’s going to be a headache."

Meanwhile, Kurogiri, standing beside Izuku, watched the entire thing unfold like a proud caretaker.

Kurogiri {softly, amused}: "It seems you have quite the reputation already, young master."

Izuku simply picked up his tea, taking another sip without a care in the world.

The U.A. Sports Festival was coming. And whether his classmates realized it or not, Izuku Midoriya was going to dominate it.

[Transition]

Izuku sat at his desk, typing away at his laptop, working on yet another script. His mind was occupied with ideas, structuring the dialogue, and ensuring the pacing was perfect—until a new thought interrupted his focus.

He leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly. He had been thinking about this for a while now, and after today’s events, it seemed like the right time to get an answer.

As if on cue, Kurogiri phased into the room through his misty warp gate, carrying a silver tray with a fresh cup of tea.

Kurogiri {calmly, setting the tea down}: "I’ve brought your usual, young master."

Izuku closed his laptop and turned in his chair, his sapphire-blue eyes locked onto Kurogiri.

Then, with complete seriousness, he asked:

Izuku {bluntly}: "How do I ask a girl to be mine?"

Kurogiri froze.

For the first time in his existence, Kurogiri—who had served All For One, fought Pro Heroes, and warped villains across the country—was stunned into silence.

Processing…

A full five seconds passed.

Kurogiri’s mist flickered, a sign of his internal processing. He carefully set the tray down, folded his hands in front of him, and tilted his head ever so slightly.

Kurogiri {slowly, choosing his words carefully}: "…You are referring to Miss Kamado, I presume?"

Izuku gave a single, slow nod.

Izuku {monotone, as if discussing battle strategy}: "Yes."

Kurogiri took a moment. He had seen many things in his lifetime. But this? This was…unexpected.

Still, his loyalty to the Midoriya bloodline was unwavering, and if his young master required assistance in matters of the heart, then it was his duty to provide guidance.

Kurogiri {thoughtfully}: "Well… traditionally, young master, one would begin with courtship. That is, demonstrating affection in a meaningful yet subtle way."

Izuku blinked.

Izuku {flatly}: "I already rizzed her by accident."

Kurogiri paused.

Kurogiri {amused, with a faint chuckle}: "Yes… I did notice."

Izuku leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk, fingers interlocked.

Izuku {seriously}: "Then what’s the next step?"

Kurogiri hummed in thought, placing a hand on his chin.

Kurogiri {calmly}: "Perhaps a gesture would be effective. A meaningful gift or invitation. It does not need to be extravagant—just something personal that conveys your intent."

Izuku nodded slowly, considering the advice.

Izuku {murmuring}: "Something personal…"

He thought back to Nezuko—her soft pink eyes, the way her face flushed when he complimented her costume, how she had worried over him at the dorms.

Yes. A gesture was a logical next step.

Izuku {decisively}: "Understood."

Kurogiri tilted his head curiously.

Kurogiri {intrigued}: "And if I may ask, young master… how do you intend to proceed?"

Izuku leaned back in his chair, eyes sharp, mind already forming a plan.

Izuku {calmly, sipping his tea}: "I will acquire flowers."

Kurogiri chuckled softly, a rare sound from the misty caretaker.

Kurogiri {amused, bowing slightly}: "An excellent choice, young master. Shall I prepare the arrangements?"

Izuku set his teacup down, expression unreadable.

Izuku {monotone}: "No. I’ll handle this personally."

Kurogiri smiled beneath his mist. His young master was finally learning the subtleties of human connection—or at the very least, attempting to.

This would be interesting.

[Transition]

Izuku left his dorm room, moving with his usual quiet precision. The halls of the Class 1-A dormitory were alive with the sounds of his classmates—some laughing, some playing games, others still talking about the upcoming U.A. Sports Festival.

But none of that concerned him.

With a freshly conjured bouquet in hand—crafted using a minor Flora Quirk from his vault—Izuku moved unnoticed through the halls. His snow-white hair stood out in the dim lighting, but his presence went unregistered by the others.

His objective was clear.

He reached Nezuko Kamado’s door and knocked gently.

A soft shuffling was heard from inside before the door creaked open, revealing Nezuko in her usual soft pink kimono, her pink eyes blinking up at him in curiosity.

Izuku didn’t hesitate.

He stepped inside and held out the bouquet, his sapphire-blue eyes locked onto hers.

Then, without a hint of hesitation—

Izuku {calmly, straightforward}: "Nezuko. You are mine now."

Nezuko.exe Has Stopped Working.

Nezuko froze.

Her entire face turned red in an instant, her pink eyes widening as she stared at him in absolute shock.

Her mind raced.

Did he just—?!

She frantically grabbed her notebook and began scribbling furiously, her hands trembling slightly from the sheer absurdity of how direct he was being.

She turned the notebook around, shoving the page in his face.

Nezuko’s Notebook:

"W-WHAT DO YOU MEAN ‘MINE’?! YOU CAN’T JUST SAY THAT!!"

Izuku blinked once, his expression completely neutral.

Then, as if her words were nothing but minor obstacles, he tilted his head slightly and clarified:

Izuku {flatly}: "I mean you are my significant other now."

Nezuko’s face somehow got redder.

She slammed her notebook against her own face, letting out a silent scream of embarrassment before quickly scribbling another note.

Nezuko’s Notebook:

"BUT WHAT ABOUT DATING?! YOU CAN’T JUST—"

Before she could finish her thought, Izuku cut her off with a simple solution.

Izuku {calmly, stepping closer}: "Dating is unnecessary."

Then, before Nezuko could process what that even meant, he placed his forehead against hers, activating a Memory-Link Quirk.

A soft glow pulsed between them as their minds synchronized, allowing them to exchange their memories instantly.

In mere seconds, Nezuko experienced everything.

She saw Izuku’s thoughts—his logical yet quiet admiration of her, his respect for her strength, and the affection he never voiced aloud but had always been present beneath the surface.

Likewise, Izuku saw hers—the way she had worried for him, how she lingered in thought whenever he was around, and the way her heart raced every time he acknowledged her in even the smallest ways.

When the Quirk deactivated, the two of them staggered slightly, their connection stronger than words could ever explain.

Nezuko’s face remained bright red, but this time, she wasn’t confused.

She was just flustered beyond belief.

Izuku leaned back, watching her reaction closely.

Izuku {calmly, as if the problem was resolved}: "Now you understand. There is no need for a dating phase."

Nezuko gripped the sides of her kimono, her hands shaking slightly, before she slowly nodded, avoiding his intense gaze.

She quickly scribbled down one last note before shoving it toward him.

Nezuko’s Notebook:

"Fine. But you better take responsibility!"

Izuku read the note.

Then, for the first time that night, a small smirk curled at the edge of his lips.

Izuku {softly, his tone smooth}: "Of course."

And just like that—Nezuko Kamado was officially his.