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A couple that will go down in legend

Chapter one: A woman's taste of freedom

"Let's hear it for freedom, everybody!"

The patrons of the local bar cheered as they hoisted up bottles and mugs of good beer, giving a toast to the woman who led them into the toast in the first place. This woman, Mitsuki Bakugo, was a notably young-looking and attractive woman, with the 'young-looking' part being something of a surprise considering that Mitsuki was thirty-nine-years-old. The ashy-blonde haired woman says that she owes her youthful looks to her quirk, which secretes glycerin from her skin that moisturizes said skin.

Although the bar was filled mostly by run-of-the mill patrons, both those with quirks and those without quirks, there were a few notable patrons as well. Aside from the aforementioned Mitsuki, the pro heroes Eraser Head and Present Mic, also known respectively as Shouta Aizawa and Hizashi Yamada, were grabbing a mug or two each of beer, figuring that after the long day that they had both put in over at U.A. High School, they deserved to grab a few drinks.

Looking over where the aforementioned Mitsuki was now starting a conga line with Ryuko Tatsuma, Nemuri Kayama and Yu Takeyama following her (in that order), Hizashi turned his attention back to his co-worker/bar buddy/friend. "…Isn't that the mother of that Katsuki boy who's in your homeroom class, Shouta?" Hizashi asked, a look of curious piqued interest on his face, "What's she doing forming that conga line?

Curious as to what Hizashi was talking about, the Underground Hero turned his head in the appropriate direction; when he did, he saw the mother of one of Class 1-A's problem kids in a conga line with three pro heroes, one of which was his and Hizashi's co-worker at U.A. Figuring that he has seen weirder things done by weirder people at weirder times, Shouta turned his attention back to his mug of beer. Taking a swig of his drink, Shouta drained what was left in his mug before he turned his attention back to Present Mic.

"…I believe that Bakugo mentioned something about it during class earlier today," Eraser Head remarked as he began to recollect something that occurred earlier in the day, "I wasn't paying too much attention to it at first since he was talking to Hanta, Eijiro, Denki and Mina, so I just assumed that it was just a usual discussion between them." Letting out a resigned sigh, Shouta continued, "But I immediately perked up and paid more attention when I heard Bakugo tell his group about how his parents had just finalized getting a divorce."

Hizashi, who was sipping on his beer at the time, did a spit take upon hearing Shouta say that Katsuki's parents were apparently divorced now. The underground hero was glad that his outgoing co-worker did not spit that beer onto him. "Excuse me?!" Hizashi nearly exclaimed at his chronically sleepy friend, "Did you just say 'divorce'?!"

Nodding a few times in the affirmative, Eraser Head said, "After classes were done for the day today, I asked Bakugo to stay back for a bit so I could talk to him alone, mostly because I wanted to confirm if what I heard was true. Sure enough, he confirmed that his parents were divorced." The underground hero sighed in a resigned tone before he continued. "Given how much of a mess his parents getting divorced will put on his plate, I told Bakugo that if he needed someone to talk to, he can see me when I have free time. I also reminded him how Hound Dog's door is always open."

Hizashi nodded in agreement, proud that Shouta was doing one of the most important aspects of being a teacher not just at U.A. but at any school as a whole; looking out for the well-being of the students. "…Of course," Shouta added as he signaled for the bartender to come over to refill his mug of beer, "Bakugo was his usual loud, brash self, but I could tell he was using it this time as a shield to hide behind how his parents getting divorced was messing with him."

"No kid, no matter what kind of person they are, can remain completely unaffected by their parents getting divorced," the very loud pro hero remarked in a tone of agreement. Taking another sip of the mug of beer he was nursing, Hizashi asked, "Do you know which parent will be Bakugo's main contact? This is especially important since the dorms all have to be fumigated, meaning the students will all have to return to living at home for the time being."

"Bakugo confirmed that he's staying with his mother, since she got the house and all," Shouta explained, "The house is also fairly close to U.A., so Bakugo won't have to travel all that far to attend classes."

Hizashi was about to say something else, but before he could get even one word out, both he and Shouta jumped a bit in their respective seats when they heard one of the women in the conga line cry out in annoyed anger. Looking over, the two U.A. teachers saw Nemuri and Yu arguing with each other, throwing the occasional slap to the face, while Mitsuki and Ryuko both watched the argument in amusement, laughing and cheering the two women on; Ryuko ended up laughing so hard that she ended up throwing up into a trash can that she was luckily standing right next to. It was clear to the two guys sitting at the bar that the four women were all completely plastered.

"Do you ever wonder how much Ryuko can drink while she's in her dragon form?" Hizashi asked his friend in a rhetorical tone.

"I'd be worried about her throwing up while she's in her dragon form," Shouta retorted dryly, drawing a snicker and a nod of agreement out of the very loud pro hero.

Mitsuki was in a very good fucking mood right now. She was now officially single again, having divorced from that shitty excuse of a man she was hitched to for so long. The ashy-haired woman still couldn't figure out how or why she hooked up with Masaru in the first place. In fact, now that Mitsuki gave it some thought, the only good thing that bastard ever really did was help her with bringing Katsuki into the world, and take a look at the boy's fucking attitude.

Mitsuki always wondered where Katsuki got that attitude of his from. Oh well.

The ashy-haired woman, well-plied with generous amounts of beer, was now walking back to her house, which she was lucky to get in the divorce settlement. That Yu woman with the long blonde hair offered to call her a ride, but Mitsuki decided to decline her offer, especially since said offer was made while Yu was laying sprawled out on one of the pool tables, clinging to a lawn gnome that was set up inside the bar as décor by the owner as if said lawn gnome was Yu's partner in bed. She even attempted to French kiss the lawn gnome.

Thus Mitsuki found herself walking/drunkenly stumbling her way back home at night. As she walked, Mitsuki passed by two teenage boys that both looked vaguely familiar to her; one was a blonde-haired fair skinned boy with a long thick tail with blonde fur at the end, and the other was a notably short boy with purple balls on his head where his hair should be. Both of the boys were dressed in casual wear that many would expect to see on teen boys such as them.

The plastered Mitsuki struggled to remember who the two boys were as she got closer to them. They seemed to be around Katsuki's age; maybe he knows them? Either way, when Mitsuki got close enough, she could hear the boy with the big thick tail talking to the shorter boy in a very clearly upset tone. The ashy-haired woman also could see the faces of the boys clearly now, given that she was close enough; the boy with the long thick tail looked very cross, and there was a hand-shaped mark on the one side of the shorter boy's face.

Eventually, Mitsuki and the two teenage boys walked within enough distance of each other for the ashy-haired woman to hear the teens. "I still can't believe you did that, Mineta," the taller boy said, an angry scowl clear on his face, "And right when Hagakure and I came out of the theater, no less. You're lucky you escaped with nothing more than that slap from Hagakure."

"Oh come on, Ojiro!" the shorter teen, who Mitsuki just learned was called Mineta, said to the taller teen, who is apparently called Ojiro, "Can you really blame me for asking that? It's a very valid question, if you think about it."

"More like it's a very inappropriate question, if you ask me," Ojiro countered, still sounding and looking very cross, "Seriously, dude. I finally worked up the courage to ask Hagakure out, and our date was going perfectly, but then you just had to show up and start being the infamous pervert that everyone at U.A. knows you as." Giving the shorter boy a serious glare, Ojiro added in a tone of warning, "If she doesn't want to continue going out with me because of your stunt, then I will do worse than a simple slap across your face."

Mineta was about to speak up, but before he could get even one word out, Mitsuki had gotten to within talking distance with the two teens. "Who the fuck are you two supposed to be?" Mitsuki asked in a drunken slur, "You look kind of familiar. Are you some of Katsuki's friends, maybe?"

Both Ojiro and Mineta looked over to the drunken ashy-haired woman standing in front of them. "Oh, you're Mrs. Bakugo," Ojiro remarked, recognizing this woman as the mother of his and Mineta's explosive classmate. Arching an eyebrow, Ojiro asked, "I heard talk from Bakugo that you're getting through some rather nasty times. Are you okay, ma'am?"

"Tha' fucker Masaru can go fuck himshelf!" Mitsuki declared, loudly and drunkenly, as she slurred some of her words, "I shoulda cut tha fucker looshe yearsh ago!"

"He's got a point, you know," Mineta said to his classmate's drunken mother, "I mean, what you got going is pretty big."

Suddenly, Mitsuki's eyes widened, her pupils shrinking to pinpricks. Glaring angrily at the short, purple ball-haired teen, Mitsuki snarled, "…Did you just call me big?"

"What?" Mineta replied in confusion, "No, you just didn't-"

"Are you suggesting that I'm fat?" the ashy-haired woman said, interrupting Mineta in the process. Both boys could easily tell that Mitsuki, due to her drunken state, was mixing things up and had trouble understanding some of what they were talking about. Bringing her right foot back in preparation to deliver a devastating kick, Mitsuki said, "No one fucking calls me fucking fat and fucking gets the fuck away from it!"

Quickly and, before either Ojiro or Mineta could react, Mitsuki swung her right foot forward, right up into Mineta's coin purse, scoring a very serious critical hit on the infamous pervert of U.A.'s class 1-A. Mineta, having been struck in his hidden treasure, covered his injured member as he fell to his knees then fell over onto his left side. As the shorter teen gasped in pain, Mitsuki pointed and (drunkenly) laughed at him. "Ah ha! Sherves you fucking right!" Mitsuki slurred as she walked around the boys and proceeded to walk/stumble away.

Despite his earlier anger at Mineta, Ojiro couldn't help himself but kneel down to check on his perverted classmate. Still, Mineta looked like he'll live, and some of the aforementioned anger began to pop back up into Ojiro's mind, but only in the capacity to make the blonde-haired boy think that what Mineta had just endured was some manner of cosmic punishment. Ojiro then turned to look in the direction that Mitsuki was walking/stumbling in as she slowly but surely got out of sight.

"…" As he looked at the slowly disappearing Mitsuki, Ojiro thought in a somewhat worried tone, "…Now I know where Bakugo gets it from."

Izuku Midoriya could not help but let his mind wander as he was walking back home to his mother's apartment, which he has returned to staying at temporarily since the dorms were all being fumigated. Just what had caused the dorms to get so bad so quickly that they needed to be fumigated? Hopefully All Might, or Aizawa-sensei, or one of the other members of the U.A. staff would be able to tell him, assuming that such information wasn't being kept classified for one reason or another.

It wouldn't be the first time.

Izuku also felt like he was forgetting something important, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was. He took a quick look at the grocery bags he was carrying, having volunteered to go to the store to take care of some shopping for his mother Inko. The emerald-eyed boy saw that all of the items on the list given to him were in the bags, so he didn't forget to buy anything at the store. Hmm, maybe it wasn't related to buying groceries.

Maybe it was something that Izuku felt might have had something to do with the students temporarily having to vacate from the dorms so that they could be fumigated? Mei Hatsume of the Support Department was holding a new invention of hers that was roughly the size of a coffee brewer a few hours before the order to have all the students vacate so the place could be fumigated was given; when Izuku pressed on the subject a bit, all that the eccentric pink-haired girl would say was that 'her new baby will put all stink bomb pranks of the past to shame'. Mei then casually asked Izuku if he knew which dorm room Mineta lived in.

"Someone really needs to have a sit down with Mineta," Izuku said aloud but to himself. Then again, he was alone, with no one around; who would scold him if he decided to go into another one of his muttering tangents? Maybe that woman who sounds like she's sobbing uncontrollably on that bench about a dozen feet away or so from the sounds of it. Also, was there a woman on that bench sobbing uncontrollably?

His good nature overriding everything else, Izuku made his way over to where an adult woman was sitting on a bench, crying her eyes out. When Izuku got closer, not only did he catch the scent of alcohol, telling him that this woman had tried to drown what sorrows she had in booze, but when he got to within a meter of the woman, he noticed, to his alarm and growing concern, that it was Mitsuki Bakugo.

"That's Kacchan's mom," the green-haired hero-in-training thought worriedly as he went right over to the crying, drunken Mitsuki, "Now I remember what I was forgetting! Kacchan said that his parents just got divorced. From the looks of it, I'd say that Mrs. Bakugo tried to drown some of her sorrows over the divorce in alcohol." A quick few steps or so brought Izuku standing right next to the mother of his friend turned bully turned U.A. classmate turned semi-friend.

Izuku got Mitsuki's attention by gently laying a hand on her shoulder and giving her a gentle shake, temporarily snapping her out of her crying, buzzed stupor and making her turn her attention to face him. When the divorced woman turned her attention to him, Izuku saw that her eyes were red and puffy from crying, lines trailing down from her eyes being another sign that she had been crying; additionally, there was a very mild amount of mucus trailing down from her nostrils, and there was a dried area around her mouth that Izuku believed was most likely either spit, alcohol, a bit of vomit or a generous mix of at least two of those items.

But outside of all of that, class 1-A's sweet cinnamon roll noticed that Mitsuki's face was currently contorted into an expression of sadness, mixed with a dash of confusion, a sign that indicated that the divorced woman was currently lost on what to do, what the future had in store for her now. "Wow, Kacchan's mom is really taking her divorce hard," Izuku thought when he got a look at Mitsuki's face. Gently shaking his head to refocus his thoughts, Izuku cleared his throat a bit before speaking up.

"Mrs. Bakugo, are you alright?" Izuku began, worry and concern clear in his tone.

"A dragon drank all of my booze and a giant French kissed a lawn gnome," Mitsuki drunkenly rambled, her upset tone remaining, "How do you think I feel, officer?"

It was clear to Izuku that Mitsuki had no idea what she was talking about; she probably wasn't aware of where she was at right now. Given Mitsuki's obvious disorientation and overall drunkenness at the moment, the green-haired boy didn't feel right letting the ashy-haired woman just carry on like this. Shifting the grocery bags in his right hand to his left, Izuku then offered his now free hand to Mitsuki.

"Mrs. Baukgo, you're in no condition to just be left alone," Izuku said, "Come with me. Me and my mom's place is much closer. I'll try fixing you up there before I send you on your way."

"Ah hell nah!" Mitsuki drunkenly declared, "I ain't letting no damn anyone play nurse to me! I'll have you know that I'm my own damn-"

"Mrs. Bakugo, I insist!" Izuku declared, both his tone and expression firm as he cut Mitsuki off midsentence. This surprising firmness from the teenage boy made the ashy-haired woman take pause. Mitsuki looked right at Izuku, the blush on her face clearly a result of how well-plied with good drink she was.

This person, whoever he was because Mitsuki just realized that he wasn't actually a police officer because he would have taken her in by now by force, was rather bold. At first, the ashy-haired woman thought that he was just as wimpy and weak-willed of a person as her (now) ex-husband Masaru. But this guy was bold, insisting. Unlike Masaru, the guy standing in front of Mitsuki actually had a spine.

The ashy-haired woman actually found that to be appealing.

Seeing that this guy who she still did not recognize was still offering his right hand, Mitsuki reached forward and grabbed it, allowing the guy to help her to her feet. "Like I said, me and my mom's place is nearby," Izuku said to Mitsuki, "I can brew you some coffee, and even let you stay the night if you're not well enough to return home."

"Heh," Mitsuki remarked in a mildly amused tone, "Sure. Why not?" With that surprisingly short guy leading her off somewhere, Mitsuki stumbled along, wondering just what this random guy was going to do for her.

Within fifteen minutes, Mitsuki found herself sitting at a table in an apartment's kitchen area while the guy who brought her here set his grocery bags on the counter, started up some coffee, then poured a mug when enough had brewed and presented the mug of coffee to her. "Here," Izuku said to Mitsuki as he gave her the coffee, "Aizawa-sensei always says that he has a mug of coffee if he needs to get back on his feet quickly after drinking alcohol."

Mitsuki stared at the mug of coffee for a bit, her expression still showing that she was under the influence of alcohol. Reaching for the mug, the ashy-haired woman said as she grasped it with both hands before bringing it to her mouth, "So you really aren't an officer after all. Officers don't give drunks in the clink mugs of coffee."

Chucking a bit, Izuku said, "No, ma'am, I'm not an officer." Looking a bit embarrassed, Izuku continued, "I'm just trying to help you recover from your drunkenness is all."

Mitsuki drank the freshly brewed coffee, its warmth flowing into her and already making her feel better. She was still very much buzzed, so Mitsuki had no idea that she was being helped back onto her feet by one of her son Katsuki's classmates over at U.A. Even with the coffee that she had consumed, the ashy-haired woman was still too out of it to get going on her own. Grumbling a bit, Mitsuki sat her mug back down on the table. "…I'm gonna need to crash here for the night, I'm afraid," Mitsuki said, her voice slurring a bit but not enough to distort her words.

"The sofa should be sufficient, ma'am," Izuku remarked as he gently retrieved Mitsuki's now empty coffee mug, "Also, your shirt has a bit of dried puke on it. Would you like something clean to wear?" The gentle nod in the affirmative from Mitsuki prompted Izuku to go about finding a clean shirt for his classmate's mom. Izuku grabbed from his closet an All Might t-shirt that his dad Hisashi sent him in the mail while working abroad; this particular t-shirt, which was made in the United States, was a men's size 4XL, well above what someone like Izuku, with slim yet well-toned body, needed.

Gently tossing the All Might t-shirt to Mitsuki, Izuku said, "This ought to do sufficiently for a sleep shirt, ma'am." Mitsuki nodded once in thanks, humming a bit as she did so, before she sat the All Might t-shirt aside and proceeded to remove her purple casual dress top, followed by taking off her white shirt under that. Izuku instantly turned around when the ashy-haired woman started to undress in the middle of his and his mom's apartment, letting out a strangled cry of embarrassment as he turned to face away.

Izuku stood there like that until a tap on his right shoulder from behind made him turn back around. When he did, he saw Mitsuki wearing the All Might t-shirt, and she was holding her purple casual dress top, the white shirt that was underneath it, her black skirt, and her socks that were shoved into her shoes. "Hey, where can I put all of this?" Mitsuki asked, the blushing on her face and mild twitching of her left eye showing that she was still very much out of it.

Izuku, noticing that Mitsuki had removed pretty much everything aside from her undergarments, lit up red as a shiny red ornament on a Christmas tree; after all, Kacchan's mom was down to her undergarments in the Midoriya household. Taking a mental note to NEVER mention this little bit to the explosive teen, Izuku somewhat shakily received Mitsuki's outfit from her while saying, "I'll g-go ahead and put your clothes in the w-wash for you while leaving the sh-shoes n-near the washer and dryer. They'll be clean by m-morning."

"Aye, aye, captain," Mitsuki replied, her tone still sounding a bit drunken, as she gave the green-haired boy a playful salute. After Izuku went about starting up a round of laundry to clean the clothes he had collected from the ashy-haired woman, he proceeded to lead her to the living room and directed her to the couch. It was a relatively new couch that Izuku's mother Inko had received as something of a gift from a neighbor that was moving out; it was a shiny black, plush leather number that one would easily sink into upon sitting on it. The couch gave the Midoriya living room some much needed flare and style.

It wasn't long before Mitsuki fell right asleep, the couch she laid on actually being softer than her mattress back at her place. With Mitsuki asleep, Izuku went to the laundry room and stood in front of the washer and dryer, partly to keep an eye on things in there, partly to give Kacchan's mom some respectful distance, but mostly because Izuku was still very much embarrassed by the fact that a woman who had only an oversized All Might t-shirt on over her undergarments was out in the living room, passed out more than asleep. Izuku could even hear her snoring all the way out in the living room.

…

Once the laundry was done and Izuku left all of Mitsuki's things on top of the dryer, he retreated to his bedroom, took off his casual wear that he had on and put on a baggy t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, then crawled into bed.

How did all of this happen? First the students of U.A. had to temporarily leave the dorms so the school could fumigate them, prompting everyone to go back to their respective homes for the time being. Then Izuku came across the mother of one of his friends (although Bakugo's status as a friend of Izuku's can be debated), drunk out of her mind and crying on a bench out in public. Izuku brought the woman to his place, cleaned her up a bit, and let her stay the night so she didn't have to brave the trek home in her current unfit state.

Izuku suddenly realized that his own mom was still out. What if she came home, only to see one of her friends laying on the new sofa, passed out from a night of hard drinking? The green-eyed cinnamon roll had no idea how he was going to explain all of-

Izuku's thought process suddenly halted when his bedroom door opened. Turning his head as it laid on his pillow, Izuku saw Mitsuki standing in the open doorway. "Hey, sweetie," the ashy-haired woman said, more than a hint of a seductive tone in her voice. It was a hint that Izuku was very much able to pick up on, and his alarmed him to no end. What also alarmed Izuku to no end was the fact that Mitsuki still very clearly sounded out of it.

"M-M-Mrs. Bakugo?" Izuku was barely able to stammer out as the woman in question walked over to where he laid in bed. To the green-haired boy's further alarm, Mitsuki gently picked up the upper corner of the blanket on his bed before gently sliding into bed, lying right next to him. Izuku silently prayed to any and every god that would listen, begging that his mother not return home to see this. He also threw in begging that Kacchan to never find out about this.

Izuku tried to get up, but Mitsuki gently pushed him back down. "Shhh," the still mildly drunk ashy-haired woman said, "I don't want to fool around or anything. I just wanna lay here with you." Without having any choice or say in the matter, Izuku laid back down, Mitsuki's left arm under the back of his neck and her right arm laying over his chest. As he was gently held by the drunken ashy-haired woman as she fell back into sleep, Izuku made a vow to himself right there and then to never drink any alcohol ever.

END, CHAPTER ONE

Author's notes;

Yes, I'm doing a straight-up BNHA/MHA story. Yes, Izuku is being (or will be) shipped with Mrs. Bakugo (or as some would say, Deku is being shipped with Kacchan's mom). Now, some would say that Izuku/Mitsuki is a completely invalid ship, but rest assured that I have a very good reason for doing this, a reason that will be gone over in detail over the course of this story as a whole. But that is another story for another time. Speaking of other times, next time we'll see how things are going to work out for Izuku and a girl that's a little over twice his age.

Also, can you imagine Bakugo's reaction when he finds out that his mom is (or will be) an item with 'that damn nerd Deku'? Oh ho ho, what shenanigans.