Author's note: This is a normal world AU where quirks don't exist. Izuku is 19 years old while Momo is 22. This chapter and next one might be in first person POV.

Chapter 1: Moonlight Is A Message Of Love

The breeze of the cold winter night bit my bleeding body making me shiver. Blood pooled underneath me as I stared at the beautiful night and bright full moon.

The pure white snow is sucking my life away…

Am I...going to die...? At least...I saved her.

The pain, it's like my whole body is burning.

Dying...really hurts...heh…

"I'm sorry! Because of my carelessness, you had to jump in to save my life!" It was her, the one I saved. She seemed to be panicking checking my injuries and seemingly calmed down before smiling and cradling my form in her arms. She offered me a calming smile as I took in her features. "You'll be fine. You won't die from something like this."

Heh...

"Besides, you..." she lowered herself closer to me and continued, "...still don't want to die either right?"

...this is coming from the careless girl herself who almost died because of Truck-kun.

I chuckled. "Right...you are..."

She smiled lovingly at me (why?). "You know..." she cupped my cheek. "...you're kind of cute. I may have fallen for you. The name's ****. Wanna go out with me?"

I laughed hacking up blood and cheekily smiled at her. She seemed worried and was about to panic. I grabbed her hand and smirked bloodily at her. How she wasn't disgusted by now surprised me. "Alright." I stood up with her supporting me and stared up directly at her gleefully happy eyes and joked the next words that will later become the pride of my life. "If you marry me, I'll go out with you." I really meant it as a joke, because why not? We're strangers. We will never be seeing each other again in the future and even if we do, I doubt we will recognize each other.

Her genuine answer and the sincerity behind her words surprised me to say the least.

"Yes! With pleasure!" She then slightly bent down making me remember that she was taller than me and kissed me just at the corner of my lips. "That's my promise." She flushed slightly and smiled at me. I felt heat rise up in my cheeks.

"The name is Izuku Midoriya. My pal calls me Deku." I grinned and noticed something. "Is it me or is the moon shining brighter now?" I asked her looking up at the moon. How am I still talking? Or standing for that matter? I'm either supposed to die or pass out...oh! Probably because I'm well built and sturdy.

"The moon approves of our union." **** said looking at the moon herself smiling a smile that caused my heart to skip a beat.

Yup it's mutual...

Soon black spots started appearing in the corners of my eyes sapping all energy in my body causing me to fall on my knees and hands. I felt her wrapping her arms around me. I could also hear the ambulance getting closer. As my consciousness started fading in and out I heard her speak.

"If you've read Taketori Monogatari, then know this." She probably kissed my forehead, I can't tell but I did hear her. "That we will reunite, my dear husband." After hearing those words, I lost consciousness.

A few days after entering kindergarten, a group of girls approached me while I was building a wide house with building blocks.

"Hey, you're name is Izuku right?" The leader among them asked. I nodded. She then smiled evilly and said, "That means it can also be read as 'Deku' right? As in 'Useless'? Hahaha!" the whole gang laughed at me and what did I do? I deadpanned at them and got back to building my master plan 'My future home'. It seemed my response angered them and they immediately sprang into action destroying my creation.

I cried and they smirked only to blanch when they heard the caretaker's voice.

"You three better apologize to him or I'm taking this to your parents!" they paled and immediately apologized to me and turned tail throwing a glare at me that screamed, 'This isn't over!' "Now now calm down lil' Izu. The bad girlies are gone and I'm here." She said hugging me and running her hands through my hair.

I calmed down and thanked her.

Next week, the same group of girls cornered me behind the school. The leader growled at me. "You got saved by the caretaker last week but now? No one's saving you!" she slapped me and said, "Know this! You're a 'Deku'! You're useless! If you dare shine again, you'll face my wrath. Got it?"

"Not if I can help it!" I was saved. A boy my age with spiky ash-blonde hair and crimson eyes was glaring at them as he was walking up to us.

The girls scowled and glared at him and released me making him the new target.

"Huh? And what will you do? Shorty?" A side character (pfft!) from the group spoke up.

"What will I do huh?" He asked smiling ferociously like an wild animal. "I'll do this!" I watched with fascination and admiration as he took down the group of girls effortlessly within a matter of minutes. He then dusted his hands and grabbed me by the shoulders. Strangely I didn't feel scared of him despite what he did mere moments ago. "Listen. They called you 'Deku' right?" I nodded. "Know this, the name 'Deku' sounds similar to 'Dekiru' as in 'You can do it'. From this moment take this name 'Deku' with stride and show the world that you are not useless and you will never be." I smiled and nodded at him. He smirked and thrust his fist towards me. "I'm Katsuki Bakugo."

I grinned. "And I'm Izuku Midoriya! Call me Deku! Okay, Kacchan?" We fist bumped and returned back into the kindergarten building.

That night I deeply thought about what Kacchan told me and decided. I'll become a man nobody can make fun of!

After a lot of begging to my parents with the legendary puppy dog eyes I got into an elementary school nearby. I had profusely apologized to Kacchan for leaving him behind as he didn't want to start early like me and surprisingly he encouraged me to chase my dreams and made me promise to hang out with him in the weekends. Cue the waterworks that the Midoriyas are well known for, along with a lot of swearing from the volatile blonde. I later found out, Kacchan was my mother's friend's son when they dropped by that evening in our house for a visit. Cue the waterworks and swearing again.

Once I got into the school, I furiously studied and studied; however, that isn't to say I overworked myself. Nuh-uh. I ate plenty and slept plenty. So my health was top notch. The only days I didn't study were the weekends which I spent with a sleepover at Kacchan's house or him at mine.

Once I passed the second grade, the teachers came to a conclusion. I'm a prodigy, a genius, a diamond (hey! I'm not bragging!). So after talking with my parents and with my confirmation, they made me skip two grades and placed me in grade five. The load had increased but I didn't let it deter me. Thus I finished my elementary education in four years.

My parents set up a party to celebrate the occasion of early graduation and invited Kacchan and his family. Kacchan as always smirked and fist bumped me before pulling me into a hug and congratulated me.

"I'm proud to have you as my best friend." He said and cue the waterworks and swearing once again.

Just like elementary school, I skipped to the third year after the first year due to my outstanding records in middle school. I finished middle school in two years and on top of that I was sent a scholarship offer from a prestigious school in Tokyo. Needless to say, with everyone's persuasion and consent, I accepted it and at the age of 10 officially became a high school student.

I expected bullying and jealousy in Tsukuba High School because of my smarts and my age after moving into a house bought by my father in Tokyo. But to my surprise (and horror), the school turned co-ed that year! I was the only boy in a class of 25 and every single girl would either focus completely on me instead of the class and get scolded by the teacher or invite me to lunch (and worse is that they cuddle with me!). Obviously I pass out from embarrassment and frequently had to visit the infirmary.

I pulled the same stunt I did back in middle school and once again graduated a year early by skipping to the third year much to the despair of the girls. I was sent a scholarship offer again but this time from Tokyo University.

For such a prestigious academy, their lessons were surprisingly easy. When I told this to Kacchan he simply scoffed and said, "Yer too smart for any school and I'm damn sure yer gonna finish university early too."

He ended up laughing at my face three years later when I graduated from the university as an architect. An official architect at the age of 15. Maths is a favorite subject of mine, so after some persuasions I was allowed to participate in classes of Finance but this time I had to sit for the admission test, came out at the top making the faculty and staff groan.

Sadly, I got into an accident on the night of my admission test of university to study Finance. It was the night I met her. The very same night I saved her by tanking the hit from the truck after pushing her away when she oh-so carelessly started crossing the road. The same night we childishly promised to marry each other under the bright full moon. It was the night I first met my wife.

Allow me to rewind what happened at that night.

Flashback start (night of the accident):

It was night when I reached the bus station to get on a bus that would take me to the one near my home. I sat there waiting for a few minutes listening to music. As I was listening to music, my eyes fell on the opposite side of the road where a girl was walking listening to music like me. the first thing that crossed my mind was: She's beautiful... She was tall, had a mature body and was far more beautiful than the ones I have seen in both high school and during my first three years at University. She had catlike onyx eyes and black hair tied in a spiky ponytail with a bang framing the right side of her face. She was likely to be a high school student in my assumption.

My admiration (not ogling mind you!) of her beauty was brought to a crashing halt when she suddenly started crossing the road with a truck heading her way blaring its horn. Before I knew it, I was already in front of her and then pushed her away tanking the hit from the truck, flying through the air and rolling across the street all bloody after landing and came to a screeching stop at least 30 meters away.

Flashback end

Then she came to my side and blah blah blah, you know the rest. Thankfully I didn't suffer much, just a few fractures in the bones here and there, a concussion and had to spend two months rehabilitating in the hospital. My acceptance letter had come in two weeks after the exam and the university was told about my condition. Thankfully they said it wasn't any problem and they'd send the notes with a student who wouldn't mind teaching me.

I was always good at maths and so I breezed through the lessons all in three years and this time with major in Finance.

During my second year (third of Finance and fifth in total), I became a father. Not a biological one mind you! I adopted a five year old girl named Eri who was abused by her father simply because her mother died protecting her from a thug. When I first crossed paths with her during an evening jog, she had asked me to help her, save her from her abusive father when she escaped from him. Just as I had picked her up, the man had appeared demanding that I return her. I refused and we got into a fist fight which I won barely and called the police. The man was thrown into the jail for child abuse and I adopted her, officially making her my daughter as Eri Midoriya.

Of course she had disappeared after that night but at least I knew her name and found a letter from her (that I still have now) on my bedside table back at the hospital. I was a bit happy and hopeful when I read the part where she wrote that she'd reunite with me once she graduates from university. I mentally replied to her-I'll be waiting.- despite not knowing when she'd graduate and knowing that she wouldn't hear me.

So imagine my surprise when she appeared by my doorstep at noon a week after my nineteenth birthday in the same outfit (or likely an exact new copy) as that night with a trolley bag, a smile on her face and said:

"Hey..." she waved at me and continued, "...long time no see."

If my dear daughter Eri and my cousin Nana wasn't here I would've jumped at and tightly hugged her.

"..." I could only dumbly nod at her in reply. Her presence reminded me of the literature that is Taketori Monogatari and how Kaguya-hime was taken back as she was returning to the moon.

"If by chance you forgot my name, it's Momo. Momo Yaoyorozu. Anyways, can I come in please, my dear husband?" She sweetly asked with a finger on her chin and I fainted.

Way to go, me. Way to go.

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