Hi all, this is my first story pretty much in forever so I hope it works out. It's being cross-posted on Ao3 under the same story title and a similar username.

Finally, this story is rated M for a reason, I don't plan on there being any romance or 'intimate scenes', but it will dive into mental health such as depression and anxiety. These and other possible triggers for some people will be in this story. If you think you would be one of these people I don't recommend reading this story for the sake of your mental health.

Thank you, and I hope you all enjoy :)

Not all men are created equal. It was one of the first harsh lessons that young Izuku Midoriya learned as a child. Followed by don't get too close to those you love, and never trust the blobs. When Izuku was a kid he was so excited for his quirk, he just knew deep down inside it was going to be as cool and flashy as Kacchan's. Boy was he wrong, very wrong.

It was early morning in the Midoriya residence when Izuku woke with a startled yelp. His heart was pounding and he had small tears in the corner of his eyes. 'It was just a nightmare.' He soothed to himself with his hand on his chest. He glanced towards his door and listened for any indication that he woke up his mom. Izuku knew she was tired since she had been secretly decorating the small apartment for his birthday. It was supposed to be a secret. Suppose to. But he couldn't help but peek down the stairs when her back was turned and see balloons tied around chairs and other furniture, which only succeed in hyping the child up even more for the next day.

He turned towards his clock to check the time, it read 7:00 AM. That time was good enough for Izuku, he flung himself out of bed in excitement he was 4 now! He couldn't wait to tell his mom that he was "a big boy now!" Izuku opened his door and barrelled down the hall towards his mom's room. He loudly knocked on the room door and waited for a reply, he still had manners after all. He tried to wait, he really did but he was so excited he couldn't contain himself, so he threw manners out the window. Opening the door he saw a lump on the bed that could only be his mother. With all the excitement a 4-year-old could muster (which was a lot) he skipped-ran over to his moms sleeping form.

"Mommy! Mommy! Wake up, it's my birthday wake up!" Izuku heard a small groan come from the sleeping form and then a slurred "Izuku honey go back to sleep…" he was not taking no for an answer and he let that be known with a bit more shouting. His mom eventually gave up. She flicked on the light and turned around to wish her sweet little boy a happy birthday, but when she did she didn't see a happy child. She saw one with fear and tears.

Inko Midoriya was a kind and strong women. She would give anything for her baby Izuku, so when she saw him with panic and tears instead of birthday excitement within seconds she got worried. Really worried.

"Izuku sweetie what's wrong?" Inko said with a concerned motherly tone as she bent over to sweep the green haired boy in her arms. Said child let out a startled "Eep!" and backed into the wall like a startled animal.

"What's wrong with you!" he yelled through tears streaming down his face. The sudden shout caused Inko to flinch back a little bit and then looked down towards her son with concern. She was extremely confused. Worried and confused.

To say that Izuku was scared would be an understatement. He was absolutely terrified. Instead of seeing his moms loving face all he saw was moving pitch black blobs. These blobs could be compared to an amoeba, they were an inky black and looked like they were oozing a thick black sludge, much like a slug. His mother was covered in these blobs from head to toe, and it scared Izuku. What did this mean? What were these? The green haired boy suddenly stopped crying with a realization. Will they hurt her? He could not let that happen, and he would not. He's a big boy now and he should be strong enough to protect his mother. So he gathered as much courage as he could and jumped into a sprint and tackled his mom into a hug. He could tell his mom was surprised by the sudden mood swing.

"Mommy you are covered in blobs! What are they? Do they hurt?" he was crying again and tightly holding his mom in his arms.

"What are you talking about sweetie?" she sounded extremely confused. Then it dawned on Izuku, she couldn't see them. She couldn't see them and he could, why was that? He tightened his hug, he could feel the blobs pulsing against his skin. It felt gross and unnatural, he wanted to tear them off, to make them go away and leave his mother alone. With that strong thought in mind, the blobs slowly started to slip off his mom with the pace of molasses. Izuku watched in horrified fascination as they slowly oozed off his mom… did he control the blobs? He thought harder 'Go away, go away, go away, go away' which eventually grew to him shouting "Go away, go away, go AWAY!"

"Izuku honey what is the matter!?" Inko sat there extremely worried for her son and was watching different emotions flick across her sons face in seconds. When the boy tackled her into a hug she thought whatever mini-crisis her child went through was over, but now he was shouting boarder-line screaming.

"I'm making the blobs go away mommy, don't worry I'm making them go away. It's ok now because I'm making them go away." Izuku said through tears, sobbing out the last bit. Inko pulled her child closer into her arms and started rubbing his back in a comforting manner trying to get the boy to calm down.

"Please honey, tell me what's wrong." Inko pleaded with her son, how was she supposed to help him if she didn't know what was wrong in the first place.

"You were covered in blobs. I was scared mommy" his hug tightened at that "I thought they were going to hurt you. But it's ok now because I made them go away." She was puzzled, to say the least. What blobs? She didn't see any blobs, what on earth was he talking abou-

"Izuku!" Inko shouted with a gasp, bringing the boys immediate attention to her. "It's your quirk sweetie! That's what this is." The boys' green eyes widened to an impossibly large size and appeared to have sparkled.

"MY QUIRK!" all the fear and tears were forgotten within seconds. 'It was just my quirk, why didn't I clue into that before. 'He thought. He felt silly, he made a huge fuss and probably scared his mom half to death. "I'm sorry mommy I didn't expect it to be this, it was really scary." He said guiltily, looking down at his hands, picking at the loose threads of his moms' quilt.

Inko gently pulled his head up by the chin, until they were making eye contact. "Izuku, you did nothing wrong. I'm sure every kid gets a little bit more than surprised when their quirk shows up for the first time. So you have nothing to feel guilty about." She said with a fond smile, and then gently kissed her sons head. "Alright let's go have some birthday breakfast and talk about your new quirk." She said as she shuffled off the bed and made her way down the stairs to the kitchen.

Izuku was dazed. He had a quirk! He was honestly starting to get a bit worried he wouldn't develop one at all, what a catastrophe that would have been. But now he has one and he couldn't wait to tell Kacchan. The slightly older blonde boy had received his a few months prior and wouldn't let him forget it, making the younger boy envious. Now Izuku just had to figure out what exactly his quirk was. He decided he would investigate it more after a stomach full of breakfast and excitedly trotted down the stairs.