They arrived at Mt. Lady's apartment—a modern high-rise with clean glass hallways and minimalist décor. Izuku had expected something more glamorous, maybe marble floors or golden doorknobs, but it was surprisingly normal. Cozy, even.

The elevator ride was quiet except for the faint hum of machinery. They stepped out onto her floor, the hallway dimly lit with warm wall sconces. She unlocked her door, and they entered.

"So… where's the rocks?" he asked, scanning the space. The living room was neat, with a few potted plants by the window and a faint lavender scent in the air.

He heard the soft click of the lock behind him, followed by her slow approach.

"…" she whispered into his ear.

Instead of arousing him, the delivery broke him instantly—he burst out laughing, almost doubling over.

Mt. Lady stood behind him, arms crossed, watching him with a pout. "It's not that funny."

"For you maybe," he said between laughs. "Seriously… what was that?"

She sighed dramatically, brushing past him to head toward the bathroom. "You're impossible."

Izuku smirked and flopped onto her couch, glancing around.' Nice place. So are we gonna do the boombayah or what?'

The sound of running water and the faint rustle of fabric came from the bathroom. When she stepped back out, she was no longer in her hero gear—just a loose hoodie, tights, and her hair tied back casually. But seeing her like this… this wasn't Mt. Lady. This was Yu Takeyama.

"Oh, nice," he said, raising a brow. "Didn't think you'd get that comfortable revealing your identity so casually. So, umm… where are the rocks? Like, for real this time?"

"There are no rocks," she admitted with a grin, plopping onto the armrest of the couch. "I just wanted to hang out with you. And now that you know where I live, you should come by sometime."

"Sure. If I'm free. So you got Netflix or…?" he asked, reaching for the remote on the coffee table.

"Nope. But I do have a memory stick full of movies." She lowered her voice mock-seriously. "They're pirated."

Izuku froze mid-click, slowly lowering the remote. "I think I just fell in love," he muttered under his breath.

She laughed, shaking her head as she bent down to plug the USB into her TV. The tights stretched over her hips in a way that caught his eye immediately.

She's got one fine ass, honestly.

Once the screen lit up with a list of titles, she walked over and sat down beside him—close enough that their knees brushed.

"By the way," Izuku began, leaning back into the couch, "why do you like me? Like, for real. Not the TV version—me."

She tilted her head, considering. "Honestly? I just thought you looked cool on TV. And I said to myself, 'I'd love to meet him one day.' Who knew we'd be here now?"

He chuckled. "Okay, I expected something more, but I'll take it. At least it's not some cliché."

She smirked faintly and pressed play. "I guess it is kinda basic."

The low hum of the speakers filled the dimly lit apartment as the opening scenes of Tenet played. At some point, Yu's fingers brushed against his, and instead of pulling away, she casually slipped her hand into his. No explanation, no hesitation—just a quiet claim.

Without breaking eye contact from the screen, she fished out her phone and, with a sly tilt of her wrist, snapped a picture of their intertwined hands. The camera shutter was barely audible over the dialogue.

Izuku didn't say anything. His mask was still up, hood shadowing most of his face, but his eyes softened. He focused on the movie.

' Man, this movie hits better every time you watch it,' he thought, leaning back into the couch.

Time slipped by until the end credits rolled. He glanced at the clock—3:02 AM. Blinking, he turned to see Yu still leaning on his shoulder, eyes lazily following the scrolling names.

The room smelled faintly of her perfume—something floral but sharp around the edges.

"Yeah, I should probably leave now," he said, standing and stretching his arms. His joints popped quietly from hours of stillness.

"Oh, I thought you'd stay for round two," she teased, lips curling into a smirk. "Well, maybe next time."

"I… don't like how you worded that," he replied with a half-laugh, "but yeah, next time."

They walked toward the door, but just as he reached for the handle, Yu caught his shoulder. In one smooth motion, she lifted his mask just enough and pressed her lips to his. It wasn't long, but it was deliberate—warm, with a trace of mischief.

"I'll see you again, Hoodie Hero," she murmured, eyes glinting.

Izuku nodded once, lowered his mask, and stepped into the cool night air.

By the time he hit the stairwell, his mind was spinning. ' I never even did anything and she already likes me. Is she a slut or something? I heard a rumor she was dating the wood guy… guess that's wrong. Oh well—fuck it, we ball.'

He pushed the thought aside, exiting into the empty street. With a deep inhale, he bent his knees and launched himself upward, vaulting into the air before kicking into a burst of speed. The city blurred beneath him, neon lights streaking like watercolor.

' I wonder if Mom handled her situation. A day or two more… then I'll make my move, ' he thought, the wind tearing past his hood as he vanished into the night sky.

Izuku landed quietly on the balcony of his apartment, slipping inside without making a sound. The place was dark, only the faint glow of the city lights creeping through the curtains. He kicked off his boots, letting out a long sigh.

Just as Izuku was about to collapse on the couch, his phone buzzed in his pocket.

He lazily pulled it out—only to find the class group chat lighting up with memes, inside jokes, and way too many stickers.

"...Lame," he muttered, tossing the phone aside as he headed straight for the bathroom.

Out in the hallway, Inko—who had been working late downstairs—was on her way to her room when she heard the familiar sound of the front door earlier and his steps heading to his room.

She hesitated. She'd been meaning to talk to him about earlier in the day, but she hadn't found the chance.

She knocked once. No answer. Then, deciding it couldn't hurt, she opened the door and stepped in.

The balcony door was wide open, letting in a steady stream of cold night air that brushed against her bare shoulders. She shivered slightly. Tonight, she wasn't in her usual helper's uniform but instead in a black, sheer nightdress—her hair loose, falling over her collarbone.

She sat on the edge of his bed for a moment, waiting, hearing the faint sound of water running in the bathroom.

When Izuku emerged, he did so without hesitation—completely naked, a towel slung casually over one shoulder like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Inko's eyes widened instantly, scanning him in a way she didn't mean to—almost instinctively—like that infamous Madara glare-down scene.

Her breath caught for a moment before she quickly spun around, cheeks heating.

"Oh—! Sorry, I should've… waited outside," she stammered, the words tumbling out far faster than usual.

"No, it's alright," Izuku said calmly, stepping toward his bed and sitting down. "So, what's up?"

Inko shifted nervously, her eyes darting to his face and then away again. "Okay, well... I wanted to talk about today. What you… um, saw. I'm sorry if that made you uncomfortable."

Izuku shook his head with a small smile. "Oh, no problem. Honestly, I understand. And it's normal. I've done it on the couch myself—though maybe I should've kept that to myself," he added with a light chuckle.

Inko let out a soft laugh, the tension easing just a bit. "I think you should've. Well, I'm glad you understand. It's really hard for me sometimes—especially at my age."

Izuku stood quietly behind her and gently wrapped his arms around her waist in a comforting hug. Inko's body stiffened slightly, surprised by his closeness.

Unconsciously, Izuku's growing excitement pressed against her back, and she tensed further, wondering where such a thing had come from.

His rod began to harden, and Izuku gave a mock-surprised glance over his shoulder. "Oh, sorry about that."

Inko turned slowly to face him, cheeks flushed but her voice steady. "No, it's… perfectly normal. Does it hurt when it's like that?"

Izuku's smile deepened, a playful glint in his eyes—much like the statue from Solo Leveling.

'Now that's what I wanted to hear, ' he thought, savoring the moment's electric tension.

TO BE CONTINUED