Talking with Inko

You had explained everything about how you had met Izuku, how he saved you from the Nomu, how you fell in love with him almost immediately. How you’d seen inside his mind to find someone truly noble and kind and couldn’t help but love him. Throughout it all you couldn’t help but embellish it, talking about how Izuku beat the Nomu singlehanded with one hand tied behind his back.

Only small exaggerations like that. Though Inko may or may not have been aware of it and found it cute.

“Sounds like Izuku’s really grown into a great hero.” Inko said with teary pride.

“The greatest.” you admitted with a touched smile.

"Is the rice washed?" Inko asked politely and you remembered the cooking you were doing, so lost in conversation you got distracted.

"Um." You muttered, turning back to the rice bowl. Only find that somehow by washing the rice you had managed to turn it rotten.

“Now how did you manage that?” Inko asked with gentle amusement .

“I don’t know.” You squeal at the mess you created.

“Well perhaps you should leave the cooking to me dear.” Inko suggested gently.

“Yeah perhaps. I’m not a very good cook, normally I have one of the other harem members do it.” You reply before your eyes went wide at the slip of the tongue.

“I’m sorry dear I must have misheard you. I had thought you said something about a harem.”

“Uh…”

A/N: I think this arc is likely to be quite short, possibly being a vote chapter next paragraph. I hope that’s okay, though suggestions and feedback is welcome.