(Y/n) was cleaning up after her shift in the ramen shop, although it was supposed to have ended about 10 minutes ago, but the customers she had been dealing with had left a large mess she was determined to clean up herself. 5 mins and a few irritated customers later, (Y/n)'s uniform was filthy, but the mess was cleaned up.

Relieved, (Y/n) finally got to the back and changed into the dark, paint stained top and jeans she was wearing when she first came to this world. The old, worn clothes felt heavenly after the uniform that was filthy and heavy. She put the uniform into a plastic bag she kept in her locker, and turned to leave, a red bag with black spots on it that the Shinso family had bought for her slung over her shoulder.

As she was about to reach the door, she heard her phone go off, but as her hand was almost on the door handle already she decided to ignore it and check when she was through the door.

Stopping by the door leading outside, (Y/n) turned on her phone, the BNHA background clearly showing almost every character in their full glory.

Unfortunately for her, the door had just opened and a customer with green, fluffy hair was entering. From the way (Y/n) had positioned herself, he had a clear view of her phone.

As soon as she realised that there was someone there, she clicked on the first notification to come up, Mario Kart Tour which was a surprisingly noisy app, but it was too late.

Izuku had seen the image.

He had recognised the chibi drawing of himself, he had seen Bakugo, but he didn't know the others on the image and he had never met the girl who seemed to be the owner of the phone before. Needless to say that neither he nor Kacchan had worn those costumes before.

"Um, e-e-excuse me o-onee-san ((A/n: Literally means big sister, but also is used to refer to a woman you don't know the name of and could be your age or older)), but where d-did you g-get that p-picture?" He asked, stuttering a lot due to the awkwardness of the situation more than the fact that he was actually starting a conversation with a girl for the first time.

(Y/n), who had adjusted her position and was already in settings changing the background to a picture of her and her friends that was taken in front of a pride heart, looked up at Izuku. "What picture?"

"Th-the one th-that's y-your phone b-background..." Izuku stuttered out.

"That's just a selfie that my friend took during pride month." (Y/n) said, showing Izuku her phone, the new background in full display.

"Oh, I-I'm sorry, I-I thought I s-saw something e-else." Izuku said, bowing repeatedly to (Y/n).

"It's no biggie, don't worry. Enjoy your food." (Y/n) said, leaving the shop and going home, trying to decide which anime she would use as a background from then on.

She spent the whole walk back thinking about it, and still hadn't really made up her mind when she was putting her dirty uniform into the washing machine. It had been a bit of an internal debate when she chose BNHA to begin with, but now that was out of the question.

Eventually she decided on Assassination Classroom, a fanart image with all of class 3-E there, seemingly happy as it looked like there were cherry blossoms around them, there was definitely a rosey hue to the drawing.

((A/n: None of the art for this chapter is mine, it's all from Google images. I just thought they worked.))

As Hitoshi's father's quirk was No Sleep he was often tired, but he took full advantage of it by working a lot to help the patients at the hospital.

Hitoshi was staying late after school to revise, although he always seemed somewhat worse for wear when he came home after the 'revision sessions' but he refused to tell her anything.

Mihoko was working late in the ramen shop today as it had been getting more popular lately, she was going to have to hire more staff soon, but for now she was picking up the extra hours herself. She refused to let (Y/n) do so, insisting that she should revise and relax.

Because of this set up (Y/n) was the one who would prepare the evening meal everyday in a usually empty house.

Relieved by the freedom to be a BNHA nerd that the empty house represented, (Y/n) turned on some BNHA music and amvs, dancing along to the music as she went about the kitchen, making the best green lentil curry of her life.