Awkward Energy - MinaDeku

Return Call

The majority of the ride back to the Midoriya household was in complete silence. Izuku kept Mina's hand in his, interwinding their fingers, and in turn, she rested his head on her shoulder. It felt a bit like the calm before the storm, but that calm had never opened up to anything.

Both of them had been expecting to get into an enormous argument with Inko, to the point they'd almost rehearsed the fight in their minds and had predicted counters to anything that she had to say. They had been prepared, ready to fight their corner as fiercely as they needed to, unwilling to change their stances or minds about their feelings about the subject.

It had to be Yuuei. Because Yuuei was important to them.

Yuuei was the school they had both dreamed of going to since they discovered that they wanted to be Heroes. It was the place that they had aspired to go to throughout most of their years in middle school. It was what they had both trained and studied so, so hard for.

And it was where both of them met. Yuuei had sentiment to them. It was important to both of them, and they wanted to keep attending the school. Together. It had to be Yuuei. Even if it was dangerous, and even if Yuuei wasn't safe from all the Villain attacks anymore. Anywhere else... And it wouldn't be the same.

But they hadn't needed to fight. Inko had given her son her permission to attend, even in the face of all the danger and uncertainty. Because of Mina.

Because of how much she clearly cared. Because of how far she was willing to go. Because of what she had done. All because of a simple phone call... As Mina found herself looking absently at the background of her phone, dimly lit, she just found it bizarre to think that something as mundane as just calling Izuku's mother had affected everything about today. It was weird to think about. Difficult to consider that if she hadn't done what many would consider to be a dangerous choice, things might not have worked out the way that they had.

Things had worked out. Somehow.

It was just around the beginning of sunset. The sky was mostly blue, but the beginning of orange had begun to bleed into the colour, as the sun began to fall from it's place in the sky. Izuku, Mina and Inko were all in a taxi, their driver being a woman who had some kind of insect Quirk that gave her antenna and reflective eyes. Inko didn't drive.

No words were spoken between the three of them because of said taxi driver. Somehow, just talking about what had gone down over the last week just felt... Private. Like it wasn't something to be casually discussed.

Of course, hiding Izuku's identity after everything was nearly impossible. Thanks to his name being broadcast all over the country due to being kidnapped, alongside Bakugou, he was one of the most identifiable people in the country right now. Under normal circumstances, it would have been impossible for Izuku to not get swamped various citizens asking him questions and wanting to know more about his experience.

Though, Mina still had his hoodie. Which she was able to return, finally. Putting the hood up, and his trademarked fluffy green hair was hidden easily. No one would think to look twice, and the drive hadn't either. Hiding Mina wasn't an easy task, but more people would be willing to just overlook her given the circumstances. Besides, Mina could handle people. Izuku was still an awkward sort.

Mina looked down at Izuku, for no real reason in particular. After going through Hell and back to get him and bring him home, just having him here right now almost felt like it was some sort of dream, or joke. It took everything inside her to remind herself that this was all real. That he was here. That he wasn't going anywhere, and that they were going to fight like Hell to make sure that they stayed together from here on out.

As she looked down, she saw that in his hand was a sheet of paper. A small piece, that he'd just been staring at for the longest time. She didn't even know how she hadn't noticed it until now. Perhaps it was because she just hadn't been focusing on what he had on him, more concerned with him just being there.