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Chapter 108: A Day to Be Seen
🕑 Added 2025-08-03 08:38:58 +0000 UTCThe afternoon sun filtered through the windows of the Midoriya apartment, painting golden rectangles on the living room floor. The air smelled of jasmine tea and the strange, palpable energy of a mission about to begin. It wasn't a hero's mission; there were no villains to stop or data to steal. Today's mission was infinitely more complex and terrifying: a normal day.
Inko Midoriya moved through the kitchen with the efficiency of a general and the nervous smile of a mother on her son's first date. Or, in this case, on her strange, new family's first public outing.
"Izuku, honey, are you sure that's the right shirt?" she asked, emerging from the kitchen with a spatula in hand as if it were a scepter. "It's a little... plain. Maybe the blue one would give you a more... sophisticated look?"
Izuku, who was in the entryway tying his sneakers, looked up with a patient smile.
"Mom, we're going to a summer festival, not a charity gala, and I want to be comfortable, not look like an out-of-place penguin. Besides, the focus shouldn't be on me."
"Nonsense!" a singsong voice interrupted from the hallway. "The focus should always be on the cute boy! That's rule number one of any fun outing!"
Himiko Toga emerged from her room, but she was no longer Himiko Toga. She was "Kageko," her alter ego for incursions into the civilized world. She wore a gothic-style black dress, fishnet stockings, and dark makeup that contrasted with her pale skin. Her hair, normally a chaotic blonde, was now jet-black, styled into two perfect pigtails. She moved with a studied, melancholic grace that was a masterpiece of acting.
Inko looked at her, still marveling at the transformation.
"Kageko-chan, you look... very gothic and pale. Have you eaten enough iron?"
"Don't worry, Inko-san," Kageko replied, her voice a deeper, more melancholic tone than Toga's. "The pallor is part of the character. It reflects the languid sadness of a soul seeking beauty in the shadows of consumerism."
Izuku rolled his eyes but smiled.
"You've been reading the clothing store pamphlets again, haven't you?"
The doorbell rang, right on time. Inko hurried to open it, her face lighting up with a genuine and welcoming smile.
"Toru-chan, dear! You're so punctual! Come in, come in! We were just about to leave."
Toru Hagakure entered, her cheeks slightly flushed with nervousness. She wore a floral summer dress that Izuku had helped her pick out, one that highlighted the cheerful, vibrant energy she could now share with the world.
"Hello, Inko-san, Izuku-kun, Kageko-chan," she greeted, her voice a little lower than usual. Her blue eyes darted around, betraying her anxiety. "I'm not sure about this. What if someone recognizes me from the sports festival? What if they harass me again? What if my invisibility flickers because I'm nervous and suddenly my dress is just floating in the middle of the street?"
Inko took her hands with a maternal warmth that seemed to ground her.
"Honey, breathe. You're not alone today. You're part of this strange little battalion. If anyone bothers you, they'll have to deal with me. And believe me," her smile turned fierce for an instant, "nobody wants to deal with me when they mess with my kids."
The word "kids," plural, seemed to echo in the room. Toru visibly relaxed, a grateful smile on her face. Izuku walked over and gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze.
"Mom's right. Today, we only have one thing to worry about: deciding if takoyaki is better than yakisoba noodles. It's a top-priority mission."
The Musutafu Summer Festival was an assault on the senses. Rows of stalls with red paper lanterns stretched through the park; the air smelled of sweet soy sauce, grilled squid, and cotton candy. The sound of taiko drums from a nearby stage mixed with the laughter of children and the murmur of the crowd.
"There are... so many people!" Toru murmured, her body instinctively pressing a little closer to Izuku's.
"It's okay," he replied, his voice an anchor of calm. "We're a team. Mom and Kageko, you take the left flank. Mission: dessert reconnaissance. Toru and I will take the right flank. Mission: secure a perimeter near the candy apple stand. We'll regroup at the rendezvous point in thirty minutes."
"Understood, Director!" Kageko exclaimed with a military salute that made Toru laugh.
They split up, and the afternoon became a blur of new and overwhelmingly normal experiences. Toru, at first, walked with her shoulders hunched, as if trying to make herself smaller, but Izuku's energy and the simplicity of the moment began to rub off on her.
"Look, Izuku-kun! Goldfish scooping!" she pointed, her eyes shining with childish curiosity. "I always wanted to try that! But... I never could, because the stall owner never knew if I'd paid."
Izuku smiled.
"Today's the day."
They approached the stall. The owner, an older man with a kind smile, handed them two paper nets.
"Three tries per net, kids. Good luck."
The "battle" was a comical disaster. Toru's net broke on the first try when she went for a fish that was too big. Izuku's dissolved on his second from a sheer lack of delicacy.
"This is harder than fighting a Nomu!" Izuku complained, watching the remains of his net float in the water.
Toru burst out laughing, a clear, genuine sound that made several heads turn to look at her. She blushed but didn't hide.
"You're terrible at this!" she teased. "All that precision to dodge Todoroki and you can't even catch a goldfish!"
On their last attempt, they coordinated.
"Wait, I have an idea," Izuku whispered. "It's a physics problem. Don't try to lift it. Guide it. Use the edge to create a current that pushes it gently toward the bowl."
They followed his plan. Toru moved the net with a delicacy she didn't know she possessed, and the smallest, fattest fish in the tank slid gently into her plastic bowl.
"I DID IT!" she shouted, holding up her trophy.
The small victory, so simple and so silly, felt bigger than any battle at the sports festival.
Meanwhile, Inko and Kageko were on their own reconnaissance mission.
"Inko-san, look at that," Kageko said, pointing to a stall selling anime character masks. "That one with the giant-mouthed demon is perfect. It says, 'I'm adorable, but I might eat your soul.'"
Inko laughed.
"I think the smiling cat suits you more, dear."
Suddenly, Kageko stopped. Her playful smile vanished, and her eyes fixed on a passing family: a father, a mother, and a girl her age, laughing as they shared a piece of cotton candy. For an instant, the "Kageko" mask cracked, and Himiko Toga's loneliness peeked through. Inko noticed. She didn't say anything. She simply put an arm around the girl's shoulders and gently guided her toward the cotton candy stand.
"Come on. Pink is my favorite."
They regrouped on a bench under a large cherry tree. The conversation flowed naturally, peppered with laughter.
"And then," Toru recounted, her mouth full of takoyaki, "Kaminari tried to charge his phone with his own Quirk and caused a blackout in the entire locker room. We had to get dressed in the dark!"
"Sounds like something he'd do," Izuku said, laughing.
"Hey!" Kageko exclaimed suddenly, pointing at Izuku. "You've got a little sauce on your cheek. You're a mess."
Before he could wipe it away, she leaned in and licked the spot clean with a quick, cat-like motion. Izuku froze, blushing completely. Inko sighed with the resignation of a mother who has seen it all. Toru just laughed harder.
The sun began to set, painting the sky in oranges and purples. The lights of the paper lanterns started to glow, creating a magical and cozy atmosphere.
"It's getting late," Inko said. "We should start heading back. Toru-chan, shall we walk you to the station?"
"Yes, thank you," Toru replied, her voice a little softer now.
They walked in comfortable silence through the less crowded streets, moving away from the festival's bustle. The day's euphoria had settled, leaving behind a sense of warm satisfaction.
Upon reaching the entrance to the train station, the group stopped. It was time to say goodbye.
"Thank you for today," Toru said, looking at each of them. "Seriously. It's been... the best day of my life. I felt... normal."
"Anytime, dear," Inko replied, giving her one last motherly hug.
"Yeah! Next time, we're trying the grilled squid stand!" Kageko added enthusiastically.
Toru turned to Izuku. They looked at each other for a second, the noise of the trains and station announcements a distant murmur.
"Thank you, Izuku-kun," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "For... for everything. For not leaving me alone."
He smiled.
"Never."
And then, on an impulse of bravery she didn't even know she had, she stood on her tiptoes, closed the distance between them, and kissed him.
It was a soft, quick, almost innocent kiss. A brush of lips that tasted of candy apples and overwhelming gratitude. It lasted barely a second, but to Izuku, it felt as if time had stopped.
Toru pulled away, her face the same color as the station's neon lights.
"Bye!" she said in a high-pitched squeak, and before anyone could react, she spun around and ran toward the station gates, disappearing into the crowd.
Izuku stood there, paralyzed, a hand on his lips, still feeling the ghost of her warmth. Inko and Toga looked at him, one with a knowing smile and the other with an arched eyebrow of pure intrigue.
That night, Izuku was in his room, unable to focus on his homework. The sensation of Toru's kiss still tingled on his lips. He felt strangely happy and, at the same time, responsible. He pulled out his phone, his fingers moving with an uncharacteristic hesitation.
Izuku: Hey, Toru. It's Izuku. Just wanted to make sure you got home okay.
The reply was almost instantaneous.
Toru: I did! Got home safe! Almost got on the wrong train out of nervousness though! 😅 Thanks for checking, Izuku-kun!
Izuku: I'm glad. Today was... great. I had a lot of fun.
Toru: Great? It was legendary! I still can't believe we won that goldfish! I named him "Green Flash" in your honor! 😉
Izuku laughed quietly. The conversation was light, easy. It was comfortable.
Izuku: Haha, that's a huge honor. Get some rest, Toru. We have training with Gran Torino tomorrow and it's going to be tough.
There was a longer pause. Izuku thought the conversation was over. Then, his phone buzzed three times in a row. It was three new messages from Toru.
Toru: Izuku-kun... about today...
Toru: You made me feel incredibly safe. And... seen. For the first time in my life, I felt like people were looking at me because they wanted to see me, not because I was a freak. And it was all thanks to you.
Toru: So... this is a little thank you. For the amazing day we had. I hope you like it.
The phone buzzed again. An image notification. His heart skipped a beat. With a mixture of panic and overwhelming curiosity, he opened the image.
He gasped.
It was a picture of Toru. She was in her room, sitting on her bed, surrounded by the stuffed animals she loved so much. She was wearing the shirt he had lent her, and nothing else. The shirt was too big for her, slipping off one shoulder to reveal the gentle curve of her skin and the strap of her bra. Her legs were crossed, and the shirt barely covered the tops of her thighs. Her smile wasn't playful; it was shy, vulnerable, and incredibly intimate. It was an image not meant for anyone else in the world.
His phone buzzed again. Another picture. This one was bolder. She was standing in profile, the shirt unbuttoned, showing the contour of one of her breasts.
And then, the third. It was a close-up. She was sitting on the floor, her legs spread. The shirt was pulled up, and she wore nothing underneath. The picture showed her delicate, moist, pink folds, framed by a small, neat bush of green hair. The image was so explicit, so direct, and so full of a newfound confidence that Izuku swallowed hard, the sound loud in the silent room.
His phone buzzed one last time. A final text message.
Toru: I hope you liked my thank you. And I hope... I can have the same kind of "intensive training" Toga got soon. Good night, coach. ❤️
Izuku dropped the phone on the bed as if it were burning. His face was on fire, his heart pounding at an impossible rhythm. He stared at the last image, the visual confession of a girl who had discovered her own body and was now offering it to him. The tranquility of the night had been shattered. And a new, very, very complicated storm had just begun.
