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Chapter 144 by sexyslave sexyslave

How is Izuku holding up after everything?

Shaken, but ultimately alright.

"Izuku, my baby! You're okay!" Inko was crying as she embraced Izuku in a bone crushing hug, crying waterfall tears at an amount that would make one think that expanded tear ducts was her Quirk if one didn't already know what it was.

"Ack! Mom! Air!" Izuku wheezed out, turning blue at an alarming rate. She blushed and quickly released him, letting him catch his breath. "Whew... Seriously, for someone who's glad I'm alive, I could swear you were actually trying to kill me..." he joked weakly to ease the stress he was feeling.

She managed a weak laugh of her own. "Are you injured anywhere?" she asked.

"Not really, no. I broke my finger with my Quirk again, but Recovery Girl has already taken care of it," he assured her, showing her his index finger. "I'm alright... Physically at least..."

"That's good," she sniffled. "But mentally?"

"I... Think I'll be fine on that front too," he said slowly, not wanting to worry her. "I'll be checking in with Hound Dog to be safe, and I'm thinking about recommending it being mandatory for all the other students. Though that might piss Kaachan off," Izuku noted, remembering he still had responsibilities as class representative... He also suspected Momo would support the idea just because of that last comment. She made no secret of her dislike for his friend turned tormentor.

"Good, good," she nodded, happy that he was nipping any potential trauma in the bud. It also warmed her heart that he was still thinking about the well being of his classmates after such an experience. She hugged him again. "And Momo and Ochaco?"

"They're fine too," Izuku nodded. "I'm going to give them a bit of time with their own parents, then give them both a call to check in. Assuming they don't beat me to making any calls at least."

She nodded, and they spent a bit of time together, just... Enjoying each other's company and watching television. Eventually, he headed back up to his room, and made a call to both Ochaco and Momo, who assured him that their parents knew they were fine. They proceeded to make their way over to his place and entered his room, Ochaco gently pushing the door shut behind them.

How do they spend their time?

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