SNAPPED!? || SASSY IZUKU MIDROIYA · Y/n story by @EdenRee

The afternoon sun hung lazy and golden over the Mustafu shopping district, casting long shadows across the crowded sidewalks. The air smelled of fresh takoyaki, incense from a nearby temple, and the faint exhaust of passing buses. Shopkeepers called out their daily specials while groups of students, families, and off-duty heroes filled the streets.

Tsuyu Asui

hopping slightly to avoid a toddler barreling past The crepe place we went to last time is still open. Ribbit.

Ochako Uraraka

groaning dramatically Tsuyu, you cannot mention crepes right now. I'm still recovering from lunch.

Tenya Iida

adjusting his glasses It would be unwise to consume excessive sugar so soon after a meal. Proper digestion requires—

Shoto Todoroki

flatly Iida, your engines are going to overheat if you keep worrying this much.

Tenya Iida

That is not how they work, Todoroki!

Izuku walked slightly behind the group, hands shoved in the pockets of his hoodie, a soft smile playing on his lips. His green eyes moved lazily across the crowd, catching the way the afternoon light caught your hair, the way you laughed at something Ochako said.

???

low, slurred laughter from a table nearby Ey. Ey, pink cheeks.

The table sat outside a small barista shop, three men in their late twenties nursing half-empty beers. The speaker had a jagged scar above his brow and the kind of grin that made your stomach turn. The other two watched with lazy, amused interest.

Izuku Midoriya

quietly, stepping forward Let's keep walking.

He said it gently. Calmly. His hand hovered near your lower back, not quite touching, just guiding.

???

standing up, chair scraping against pavement Aw, don't be like that. I was just bein' friendly.

The man's hand shot out. Fast. Intentional. His fingers wrapped around your wrist before anyone could react.

Shoto Todoroki

ice already crystallizing along his palm Remove your hand.

Ochako Uraraka

Hey!

Tenya Iida

Unhand them immediately—

But the words barely registered.

???

the third man, frozen mid-stand, hands raised Woah—woah, man—we were just messin' around—

Izuku Midoriya

voice low, trembling with barely contained fury Did I ask you to speak?

The sidewalk had gone silent. Dozens of people stared. A child started crying. Somewhere, a phone was already dialing emergency services.

Shota Aizawa | Eraser Head

under his breath …I'm not paid enough for this.