Allmom AU

Setup: So basically, this is an AU fanfiction of My Hero Academia which I'm tentatively calling the AllMom AU. The main story will remain unchanged from canon. The AU part is that, due to a few personal problems, Inko and Hisashi Midoriya divorced when Deku was seven, and though Hisashi calls occasionally and sends money to help support his son, he's not very involved in either Deku or Inko's life (huge change, right?).

Other than that, everything's happened pretty much the same, up to the end of the twelfth episode of season 3 of the anime. If you're interested in watching the show or haven't gotten caught up to that point, there are going to be some huge spoilers here, so you've been warned.

I'm starting this pretty sure it's going to be largely a fluff, romance, slice-of-life piece, though that could change, inspired by the events in the episode mentioned above. If that's your thing, read on, and I hope you enjoy.

Also, I haven't read any of the manga, so if you have and feel the need to send me any comments or messages, please refrain from spoiling upcoming events. I appreciate it.

Also also, I'll try to update weekly, but since school's starting up later this month, things might get a bit hectic for a while. I'll do my best.

Also x3, I'd like to thank Ability King KK and detrametal for generously pointing out that my first attempt at posting this story was so full of computer jargon as to be unreadable. In my defense, I haven't used in a very long time. Thanks a bunch.

I'd also like to thank my (tolerable) beta reader kradeiz for going over this story with a fine-toothed comb. You made something good into something better, man.

1. The Anxieties of Inko Midoriya

Inko looked up as the door to the conference room opened. She recognized Shouta Aizawa from Izuku's description, but the poor man looked like he could hold a week's worth of groceries in the bags under his eyes.

And then there was All Might. Even if her son hadn't been obsessed with him since he could talk, this skeletal shell of his former glory alarmed her. As he did all of Japan. She couldn't imagine what Izuku was going through.

Inko bowed. "Thank you for agreeing to see me," she said as they returned the gesture, and the three of them sat, "especially on such short notice."

"It's no trouble, Mrs. Midoriya," Aizawa said, setting a sheaf of papers to one side as he met her gaze. Inko felt a slight tension at the eye contact. "How can we help you?"

She looked between them, and took a small breath. "I know I have agreed to let Izuku continue his studies at U.A., and to stay in the dorms you have prepared for the students." All Might sucked in a breath, and Aizawa's eyebrow twitched. "But I would like to be kept up-to-date on the happenings around the school involving him."

All Might let out a rattling sigh. "We do send out a newsletter," Aizawa said, "listing all school events, and incidents of any kind are reported to the parents immediately."

"I know," Inko said, "and I know this is an inconvenience, but would it be possible to meet with one of his teachers, preferably one of you two, and discuss what's going on? He's so reckless, mutilating himself over and over, and I need to know the adults caring for him are doing their best to prevent that."

The two men exchanged a glance. "It should be me," All Might said. "You have nineteen others—"

"Eighteen," Aizawa said. "Mineta's family transferred him to an all-boys hero academy in Hokkaido. But my course-load and homeroom duties are still fairly heavy." He turned back to Inko. "There is a major security concern with issuing day-passes to parents, since they can be misplaced or stolen, and U.A. doesn't need another incident. Would it be acceptable if you met with All Might at a private location?"

Inko glanced back at All Might. He gave her something probably meant as a reassuring smile. "You have my address?" He looked startled.

"It might be best," Aizawa said, "since the homes of all our students are watched, and no one would be able to eavesdrop."

All Might nodded. "Alright then." He looked back at Inko. "Was there anything else?"

She shook her head. "No. Thank you."

"My pleasure," All Might said. He rose, as did Inko and Aizawa, after the latter collected his papers. "Oh!" All Might said as he opened the door, "I can pass sweets and things along to him, if you'd like, rather than them going through all the security checks."

"That would defeat the purpose of the checks," Aizawa said. Inko didn't have to see his face to know he was rolling his eyes.

"They would still be checked," All Might said, straightening up a bit, "but they'd be going through with me rather than as solitary packages."

"I appreciate it," Inko said, bowing as All Might held the door for her. "Thank you, both of you."

One Week Later

"You have no idea how loud your child is until he's out of the house," Mitsuki said as she sipped her bubble tea. "We're both still shaken up about how Katsuki was abducted. So's Katsuki, though he's hiding it."

"I don't know what I'd do if it'd been Izuku," Inko said. "He's been through enough."

Mitsuki looked pensive, an expression Inko had rarely seen in the many years of their friendship. "He's brave."

Inko smiled. "That's the problem. He gets involved in these heroics he can't quite handle yet. But he's fighting so hard, and I said I'd support him, and if I go back on my word it'll be just like when we thought he was Quirkless—"

Mitsuki set a hand over Inko's. It wasn't overly manicured, but nothing about Mitsuki wasn't elegant. Except sometimes her mouth.

"You're doing it again," Mitsuki said. "Let's change the subject."

"Are you sure venting isn't better?" Inko said.

"Well," Mitsuki said, removing her hand, "you do dwell on things, Inko. Most people vent to get something out of their system. You start venting and it builds on itself. Sometimes a bit of emotional distance is the best thing." Inko almost snorted into her tea. "What? When we had Katsuki, Masaru took some psychology classes, and I've picked some things up."

Inko nodded. Mitsuki was a kinder person than her presence suggested, but mentioning her husband was making her feel her own lack.

"How's the search going?" Mitsuki's question—accurate by coincidence or long experience—was gently asked.

Inko shook her head. After Mitsuki and a couple of Inko's other friends had set her up with some less-than-stellar matches, she'd tried some internet dating. It hadn't been bad—the guys she found had all been nice, and she'd even had some fun—but no sparks had been struck. "Maybe I should give up."

"It's your call," Mitsuki said, "but Izuku's going to be out of the house for a while. You might get lonely by yourself."

Inko ran a hand through her hair. She was already lonely, and the idea of her exuberant little boy leaving, even temporarily…

She forced a smile. "I'll make it work."

After they'd paid for lunch, and Mitsuki invited her over for tea whenever she wanted, Inko spent a short while people-watching in the park before going home. She didn't realize until she was unlocking the door she'd been humming the tune to a sad little song she knew very well the whole time.