M-side (Part 2)

"I'm sorry it's not that much," Yagi Toshinori scratched the back of his head, his manly back slightly crouched down as he carries the boxes out of the move-out truck.

"Dear, it's more than enough!" Inko said, carrying a container full of clothes. He tried to take it from her hands, but Inko shakes her head. "Thank you, Toshinori, but it's not that heavy. I can handle it myself."

"I'll get to have my own room!" Izuku beamed at his stepfather. "And it's on the second floor!"

"Yes, young Izuku." All Might scooped the little boy up to his shoulders. Izuku giggles and grabs All Might's 'antenna' and directs him around as All Might run around the living room, arms spread up while making missile sounds. "The enemies are coming!"

"Geez! We should really unpack first before playing around!" Yet Inko was laughing and playing along, acting like a distressed civilian. "Save me!" She says, hiding under a blanket that she pulled from the container.

"Never fear for I am here!" All Might and Izuku said in chorus, hands on their waist and their chin held high.

The Midoriyas moved in with Toshinori right after the wedding.

Yagi Toshinori lived in a simple two-storied house near the private high school where he teaches (Yes, Toshinori worked as a high school teacher after working in the military and he's surprisingly good at his current job). It was humble yet with a certain appeal, just like what All Might is. It was more than what a bachelor needs but perfect for a three-membered family.

After they finished unpacking most of the boxes, Inko decided it'll be nice to visit a certain house just along the corners of the street. Izuku didn't know who owned it not until they finally arrived in front of their gates. He saw a metal plate attached to the wall, the names of the owner engraved on it. Izuku wasn't confident with his kanji reading skills at age 8 but Izuku was absolutely sure he knows how to read the last name of his first friend.

"Inko," Mitsuki burst out of their door, trapping her best friend in a tight embrace. "God, I'm absolutely glad to see you!"

"Expect my frequent intrusion starting from now on," Inko chuckled. "Izuku, say hello to Mitsuki-obaasan."

"Hello, Mitsuki-obaasan." Izuku bowed respectfully.

Mitsuki ruffled his fluffy hair, grinning wildly. It reminded him of her son. "Aren't you a polite little boy," She cooed. "Come in now, I'll have the refreshments ready in a jiffy."

They entered the large house, not forgetting to remove their shoes. It wasn't difficult to guess that the Bakugo family is exceptionally rich, judging from the interior and exterior of their abode. They headed towards the kitchen, where the two older ladies commenced their neighborhood gossip as they made sandwiches.

"Would you like to go to Katsuki's room?" Mitsuki offered, placing the last sandwich in 2 separate plates, the second one being large than the other.

"May I?" Izuku peeked at his mom.

"Of course, honey."

Izuku's mood brightened.

"He's playing video games along with the kids in the neighborhood," Izuku's smile simmered down a little. "I think it's a good opportunity for you to make friends, Izuku."

He nodded enthusiastically at her. Honestly, Izuku would've preferred to keep Kacchan to himself. Oh well.

Izuku helped Mitsuki-obaasan bring the large sandwich platter and refreshments to Kacchan's room. Izuku was immediately greeted by four kids, the three being unfamiliar faces.

"Oh, hey, Deku," Kacchan says nonchalantly, eyes still glued to the screen with intense concentration. "Guys, this is our new member, Deku. Deku, these are..."

****

"Hello, my name is Midoriya Izuku." Deku bowed deeply. "I am pleased to meet you all."

Due to their sudden relocation, it was deemed better for Deku to also change schools. Although it's a bit of a hassle, Izuku didn't mind that much. His previous school was a rather traumatic place for him after all. In fact, he's relieved that he's finally out of that place.

"Deku!" A familiar voice shouted from the back. All eyes shifted to Kacchan, who was currently enthusiastically waving his hand as if his loud voice isn't sufficient enough for Deku to notice him.

And thankfully, in this environment, he already had a friend.

"Kacchan!" Izuku shouted back. He noticed that three of Kacchan's 'henchmen' were also present in the room. "Yasutan, Popo, and Tsuna, too!"

The three other boys waved.

For some reason, the classroom's aura suddenly felt terribly tense.

"Oh no," The teacher buried his face in his palms. "He's already friends with the troublemakers. This isn't good."

And that was the start of a rollercoaster ride.

***

When Kacchan promised Izuku that he'll be there to help him on the day of the wedding, Izuku thought that he was an amazing person. But now that they're classmates, and he managed to see more of Kacchan's personality. Izuku's perception of him didn't waver. In fact, it improved. Kacchan was absolutely the best.

"Whoa, Kaachan!" Deku peeked at Katsuki's paper, truthfully amazed at the number encircled on their recently returned test papers. "You've got a mark of 100/100! You're so amazing!"

The blond boy puffed his chest out, nose held high and pointy. "But of course, you can't expect anything less from me. I am the best, after all."

Looking back, Kacchan tended to utter the most self-indulgent shit when they were young. But he really was.

The best, Izuku meant.

In every test, Bakugo would always get the highest marks in their whole grade. He was good at every subject, and he doesn't even take notes! A lot of teachers are annoyed at his attitude and his guts, but they can't really complain since Bakugo has something to be proud of in the first place.

Not only is Kacchan smart, but he's also unrealistically athletic.

"Bakugo-kun, maybe you'd like to join the baseball club."

One day, the baseball club manager suddenly blocked their way after watching their game. In PE class, Bakugo's baseball team won. He made home run after home run, running across the bases as if he was a professional baseball player.

"Nah," Kacchan turned his heels and left, his three other sidekicks following his trail. Midoriya bowed in apology to the manager before catching up to them.

This isn't the first time Bakugo got invited to a sports club. In fact, every club in school was practically scrambling to get him on their team. Heck, even national sports organizations that specialize in enhancing young talents are scouting him. Kacchan is that good. Yet, he always had the same answer to each and every one of them: No.

"I wouldn't be able to play around after school if I joined lame clubs like that," was Kaachan's reason. Even though his skills are far too advanced for his age, Kacchan is still an 8-year-old kid with 8-year-old priorities.