A leisurely holiday

"Katsuki, you stayed home all day yesterday, aren't you going out with some friends today? Maybe Deku or that boy who came to our house the other day?"

Katsuki Go sat cross-legged on the sofa, propping his head up with an oval-shaped cushion as he watched a boring, cheesy TV drama. 35xs

He shouted back irritably, "Ugh, you nagging old woman! I'm not going out!"

"What!? You dare call me an old woman? You're asking for it, kid! You just won a Sports Festival championship!"

Suddenly, two hands reached out from behind Bakugo, their fists pressing down on Katsuki Bakugo's temples, causing him to scream.

"Ouch! I admit it was my fault, please let go!"

Upon hearing this, the man released Bakugo from behind, took a glass of milk, and sat down on the sofa next to him.

"Hey, Mom, what's with this outfit?" Bakugo's eyelids twitched as he looked at his mother, who had changed into studded pants and a long trench coat with a ukiyo-e style print on the back. "Are you planning to rob a bank, or are you going back to your old ways and become a raging old lady?"

"You child, don't you know how to talk? Besides, I don't look old at all!"

"If you're talking about that guy next door, he works as a salesman, and he's just trying to get you to buy insurance by being nice to you."

Katsuki Bakugo's mother, Mitsuki Bakugo, Quirk of Glycerin, which has whitening and moisturizing effects. Therefore, she appears to others like Katsuki Bakugo's older sister. The salesperson next door didn't lie, though of course, comments like "as young as sixteen" should be taken with a grain of salt. (Mirko)

Mitsuki Bakugo suddenly acted as if he didn't recognize his son, putting his hands in a defensive stance and leaning back exaggeratedly. "Who are you? You're definitely not my son! My stupid son always acts like no one can beat him except All Might. If he won the Sports Festival, he'd be strutting around like a headless chicken by now!"

"Oh," Bakugo replied casually.

Mitsuki Bakugo lowered his hand, sighed, and suddenly pinched Bakugo's face hard. "Hey, don't act like you've won the game but lost your life all the time! If you're unhappy about something, just get revenge later. Dragging your feet here is just a waste of your life!"

Bakugo's eyes suddenly lit up, and a sinister smile spread across his face. "That's right, since you won't admit victory this time, then let's do it again, until I'm satisfied!"

"Bakugo's mother looked at the suddenly energetic durian-shaped head and suddenly wondered if she had done something wrong."

Bakugo slapped his mother's hand away, looked up, and asked somewhat irritably, "So, Mom, where are you going? Didn't you say you weren't going to race anymore?"

Oh, right, now I should introduce her. Before Masaru Bakugo love with Bakugo's father, Mitsuki Bakugo, she was a special operations captain in a biker gang. To put it simply, she was the leader of a group of delinquent girls who did nothing all day. Although she decided to never step into that world again after marrying Masaru Bakugo, she often meets up with her old friends who used to ride motorcycles through the streets together.

It sounds impressive, right? But in reality, it's just a bunch of housewives discussing trivial topics like "how great their kids are" or "what's on sale today." Even if they occasionally reminisce about their carefree past, the next sentence always turns into the same old topic.

Bakugo's grades were always excellent, and his mother had talked about him with them a few times. However, he couldn't stand pretending to be a good boy among a group of older women, so he never went again.

"It's a band that your mom's friend really likes, and they're performing tonight. Your Aunt Shoko suggested that we all wear our old special forces uniforms to the concert."

Shoko? Bakugo thought for a moment, and realized that she was the aunt who was almost forty years old and still swooned over handsome men, often spending her husband's money to go to host clubs in Shibuya. If it was a band she recommended, needless to say, all the members were handsome.

"I don't want to!" Bakugo said disdainfully. "I advise you not to get your hopes up too high."

"Then you'll regret it, okay?" Mitsuki Bakugo left those words behind and departed from home.

Bakugo stared at the TV series with its nauseating dialogue for a few minutes, then suddenly couldn't take it anymore. He jumped off the sofa, grabbed his phone, and made the first call.

"Hey, Bakugo? It's rare for you to call me. What's up?" A cheerful, sunny voice came through the phone.

"You have 20 minutes to get to our doorstep," Bakugo said before hanging up the phone.

Eijiro Kirishima sighed helplessly as he watched the phone suddenly hang up. He was wearing shorts and a sleeveless vest, and was currently exercising at a gym near his home.

"Um, I'm sorry, Tetsutetsu, I have to go." Kirishima stood up from the ground, picked up his bag containing his clothes, and walked towards the door.

To the right of where Kirishima had just stood up, a man with an iron-colored body was doing a plank, one hand behind his back and the other hand with one index finger extended to support himself on the ground.

He gritted his teeth and yelled, "Hey, Kirishima, don't run away! Didn't we say we were going to have a contest to see who could hold out the longest? Are you admitting defeat now?!"

Kirishima turned around and smiled. "Tetsutetsu, thank you for coming with me to exercise, but I have to go because an awkward guy is calling me."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and left without hesitation, leaving Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu alone on the spot.

"Forget it, I don't care whether he stays or leaves, I'm going to train anyway!" Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu snorted disdainfully and started training again.

Principal's Office U.A. High School.

Principal Nezu, the hamster, placed both hands on the table, his palms pressed together, looking very relaxed. He smiled and said, "What do you think of this person? Does he meet your standards?"

Across from Nezu, a person sat with their long legs crossed on a desk, leaning back in their chair and watching a projection screen in front of them. The screen displayed a scene from the Sports Festival. It was clear that this was a modified version of the recording, as only one person was projected onto the screen: Jilan Jiyu.

"Not enough, not enough! This guy has no ambition, no passion whatsoever. Why did you recruit him to U.A. High School.?" The man lowered his legs, bringing his hairy, rabbit-like face close to Nezu's, revealing sharp front teeth. "And why did you introduce him to me? Don't you know I hate people like him the most?"

Principal Nezu smiled, seemingly unfazed. "You can't tell good from bad just from such a simple observation. Would you like to stay and take another look?"

At this point, the screen had only shown up to the end of the horseback battle, but the rabbit-headed man stood up and walked to the door of the principal's office, seemingly uninterested in watching any further.

"No thanks, I don't want someone like that. Besides, I didn't come here for you today."

That was for

"For a concert!" The rabbit grinned excitedly.