Author's note: Hello! Please feel free to leave comments or constructive criticism. I'm always trying to improve my craft. I am working on one shots that are tied together with a food theme. This fan fiction is the first in that series. Here are some works in progress:

Todoroki x Yaoyorozu - Lemon chiffon

Bakugo x Ururaka - Pop rock candy

Todoroki x Midoriya - Cinnamon bunns

However, please feel free to make requests or offer ideas. This story may have some fluff at the beginning, but gets HOT about halfway in, especially for those people who have as much of a boner for Toshinori Yagi as I do. Enjoy!

Inko and Izuku wait for Shoto to arrive in front of their apartment. Inko yawns. She is not accustomed to seeing the rising sun, but she happily agreed to help Toshinori at his ramen shop today. His quickest server had taken ill yesterday, and Toshinori was in a pinch. Sundays were his busiest days at the shop. Inko and Izuku had become Toshinori's regular patrons over the years because his shop was just a short walk from their apartment, and so they were the perfect candidates to replace his server. They had his menu memorized from front to back, it is true. They always refused to take money from Toshinori, though he could easily afford to pay them. Instead, Toshinori had asked Inko, Izuku, and Todoroki to come over early in the morning so that he could make breakfast for them as a way of saying thank you.

When Todoroki comes into sight, he gives a small smile and waves.

"May I do this for you?" Todoroki politely offers to help Inko carry the bag of groceries she holds. Izuku's hands are already filled to maximum capacity. Inko likes to bring tea and bento boxes filled with prepared food for Toshinori. Even though Toshinori is a capable cook for himself and for others, Inko likes to care for him as she cares for others, usually caring for others before herself.

"Oh, thank you, Todoroki-kun." Inko gives the bags she carries to Todoroki and returns a warm smile to him. Todoroki reminds Inko of a young fairytale prince. Inko welcomed Todoroki as part of her own small family a few years ago, and Todoroki had grown closer to Izuku and his mother. He thrived in the warmth they gave him.

Toshinori hums as he slices green onion and puts various sliced vegetables into containers for the busy day. He leaves the door open to allow Izuku and crew to let themselves in. When a small bell chimes by the entrance to his ramen shop, Toshinori excitedly came out to greet them. First, Izuku pushes his way in with bags that fill his arms.

"Hey dad!" Izuku says as he sets the groceries down on a nearby table. He hugs Toshinori, who laughs heartedly. 'Dad' was an endearing title Izuku and most of his friends in class 1-A gave him. It was a term used to express their unwavering love and admiration for the previous number one hero.

"Hey Midoriya's dad!" Todoroki says as he walked in, carrying even more groceries and setting them down next to the rest. Todoroki, though usually very quiet and not one for jokes, has been opening up more to Toshinori. He received a loving hug from Toshinori.

"Where's your mom?" Toshinori asks Izuku, who has already decided to see what that sweet smell from the kitchen is.

"She's right behind us." Izuku says." She just found a small kitten outside on the sidewalk, and is now trying to decide what to do for it."

The bell above the door chimed as Toshinori opens it to let himself out. Toshinori is caught off-guard and his heart drops low, skipping a beat as he takes Inko's figure in. She is bending down low in the lacy white dress that he'd gotten her for Christmas last year. Concern paints Inko's face as the tiniest black kitten mews for its mom. She puts her finger in front of its mouth and lets it suckle from her finger.

"Hey!" Toshinori says in a lively voice. Inko's body jerks up at the sound. "I'm sorry I surprised you." Toshinori says, smiling brightly.

"Toshinori, look at this kitten. She's too young to be away from her mother." Inko's face wrinkles with worry and Toshinori thinks she looks lovely this way.

"Bring her inside and we can find a box for her to lay in upstairs. I bet there's something we can find for her to eat." Toshinori says.

"Okay." Inko smiles for the first time at him. She takes the fragile ball of black fuzz into her hand. Inko stands and Toshinori notices how the white dress is just sheer enough below her hips that he can make out the outline of her thighs and legs, and his body responds in arousal. He turns quickly, holding the door open for her and places a kind hand on her shoulder as she entered his shop.

"You know, you didn't have to bring all that food, but I appreciate how you thought of me." Toshinori says. He continues more quietly, "by the way, I like when you wear this dress." He feels the lacy pattern of the thin strap that holds it on her, also feeling Inko's soft, bare shoulder before dropping his hand back to his side.

Toshinori isn't sure, but he thinks Inko's cheeks darken into a rosier pink.

"Oh! Toshi, you know I just love taking care of my boys." She continues, "This dress is my favorite dress. Thank you." Inko smiles. It is Toshinori's turn to blush.

"Izuku!" Toshinori calls out. "Can you please go find a box and some blankets upstairs? I'd look in one of the closets."

"Sure!" Izuku comes out from behind the kitchen bar with Todoroki in tow. "All this food looks amazing in here mom, you've got to come look at it!" Izuku says.

Inko is too preoccupied by the helpless kitten in her hand to go look, but she breaths in the sweet smell of syrup and cinnamon that fills the shop. Toshinori needs a place to hide the growing pressure he feels in his pants, so he goes into the kitchen to continue cutting and sorting vegetables. How inconvenient, he thinks. He wants to relieve himself, but instead he grips hard on the knife he uses, hoping the pressure in his hand will help his erection soften.

By the time the box has been set up for the kitten upstairs, and some milk is found that can temporarily nourish the hungry kitten, Inko's stomach is growling from hunger. She sits up the bar and pores over the menu.

"I'll have my favorite!" she announces to everyone. "I'll have shoyu ramen with an extra soft-boiled egg."

Toshinori's expression falls and his brows wrinkle together. "I made pancakes! I thought that's what you wanted."

Inko laughs like a devil at her own ploy. Toshinori laughs at her laughter. He particularly enjoys having Inko around because seeing her so happy makes him feel good and fuzzy. This is why his Ramen shop was first opened so close to Midoriya's home.

Seeing people happy in general lifted Toshinori up from a nightmarish past. Although he couldn't eat so much of the heartier foods that his patrons enjoyed, he enjoyed watching on as people talked to their loved ones over steaming bowls of broth and noodles. It's for this reason that he set up a ramen shop after retirement from the title of number one hero.

"Okay!" Toshinori says. "Here it is!"

Todoroki and Izuku help Toshinori bring out food and dishes. Pancakes are brought out first, followed by a platter of whipped cream, sweet syrupy strawberries, and finally, to finish off a red, white, and blue-themed meal, Toshinori brings out a bowl of blueberries. There are eggs and bacon, orange juice, and a carafe of coffee with cream on the side.

"You outdid yourself!" Inko squeaks excitedly.

"You really did." Todoroki adds, delivering a rare and genuine smile.

Izuku has already started in on his first pancake, so he grins and nods in agreement.

"How many pancakes would you like, Inko?" Toshinori asks.

"I can do that myself!"

"Please, relax and let me serve you breakfast."

"Okay. I want three, please."

"Three it is!"

Toshinori picks up three pancakes from the pile. "Butter?" He asks.

"Yes, with everything else on top!"

Toshinori hums as he prepares a bountiful breakfast for the woman who deserves the world and more. She alone raised Toshinori's teenage predecessor and lifted him up into a man that Toshinori could sincerely be proud of. Soon, Izuku would take Endeavor's spot as the number one hero, which Toshinori knew could be a blessing and a heavy burden to bear. It was so fortunate, Toshinori thought, that Izuku wouldn't have to bear the responsibility without the support of so many that loved him.

As Toshinori lifts up his arm's while preparing the toppings for her pancakes, Inko can see how loosely his white shirt drapes over his arms. His sleeves are so loose that she can see the skin of his chest, which she imagines is warm and soft, and when he walks to her to put the platter of food in front of her, Inko thinks about what the consequences would be if she were to reach underneath his shirt to feel him, or better, if she could take him upstairs and place sweet kisses all down his chest. Her guilty lips and fingers quiver a bit as he comes so close. She takes in his spicy scent. Sweat glistens lightly on his forehead from working behind the hot bar of the kitchen. Although he is no longer the large and buff man All Might was famous for being, Inko thought of Toshinori as exceedingly attractive.

Toshinori uses a fork and knife to cut a small triangle out of Inko's fluffy pancakes. He makes sure to get the syrupy juice from the strawberries and whipped cream onto the bite. He lifts the fork to Inko's round face, to her sweet pink lips, which he notices are already slightly parted.

Izuku watches Toshinori try to feed his mom pancakes, and he cheers Toshinori on with a grin and a thumbs up.

"I can do that, Toshi." Inko says. She giggles and blushes crimson as she reaches out for the fork.

Toshinori pulls the fork back from her, but a flirtatious misstep happens, and the pancake bite, dripped in all that sweet strawberry syrup, drops into Inko's lap. Syrup is all over her favorite lacy white dress.

"I'm so sorry, Inko." Toshinori begins. "I-I can't believe I got this on your favorite dress."

"It's okay." She says. "It's not such a big deal. I think it might come out anyway."

Toshinori goes to the kitchen to get a damp towel. When he returns, he reaches to wipe her lap, but realizes how intimate this is. Instead, he hands her the towel. As Inko wipes herself, her dress becomes more sheer. Toshinori sees the scarlet underwear she wears beneath. His groin throbs into attention once again.

Shit, he thinks.

"Let me go upstairs, Inko. I think I may have something that you can change into before the shop opens and then we can wash your dress." He smiles gingerly, trying not to give himself away.

Shit, he thinks again. Toshinori couldn't believe he'd been so clumsy. His growing length makes it uncomfortable for him as he walks up the stairs. When he does finally get to his upstairs apartment, he goes to the bathroom to pat some cool water onto his face. He looks in the bathtub, where the kitty's box sits. The fuzzy ball of fur is curled into a blanket, almost gone from sight. Toshinori wants to take a moment for himself up here, but already, without the presence of the people he loves nearby, he feels lonely again. He starts to feel exhausted now, long before the work day starts. Toshinori makes his way to the bedroom to rummage through his closet in order to find something decent for Inko to wear.

Toshinori makes it a point to look at every possible piece of clothing option he has for Inko. When he reaches the back of his closet, he comes across his very first hero costume. He thought sadly about of his late master, Nana Shimura, who helped raise him to become the Symbol of Peace. This memory strikes him like a train and makes his heart start racing. The closet suddenly becomes too cramped for him, and he backs away from it.

Toshinori's vision darkens and his mind sends him down, down into the battlefield. It always begins the same way. It begins with the first piercing scream, then a muffled cry. For a moment, there is silence, but it starts again faintly. A dying woman he can't see croons to calm her crying baby. Each chilling note creeps, and reaches deep down into the core of Toshinori's rib cage. He inhales deeply, hoping that the pain from it will knock him out, but when he chokes, the taste of blood pulls him deeper down into a stagnant ocean of black milk. Toshinori puts his clammy shaking hands up to his eyes, and it adds another layer.

Layers upon layers collect and it poisons him slowly.

A layer for each note. A layer for each and every note that forms the lullaby that's so sadly been forgotten by a growing child. Each layer and each note that forms the black pits of his eyes that reflect back at him, a reminder of all the goodbyes that were left unsaid, among those, his own haunting goodbyes for loved ones, for his master, obliterated in collapsed buildings from a decade ago.

Forgetting Inko and the shop below, Toshinori lies down on the bed and curls slightly. One arm covers his darkened face. One hand grips tightly at the pain in his chest which leaves him feeling nauseous. Toshinori wishes so badly to weave himself whole, but it feels as if there simply isn't enough fabric to stitch him back into the hero he once was. No, there simply isn't enough skin to stitch the man together again. The threading becomes looser and larger and it sags deeply. Each movement threatens to leave him more undone than before, so Toshinori lies as still as possible, barely daring to breath.

All heroes have felt it too, but the weight of helplessness presses so much heavier on Toshinori. Many people who knew him as a kid were surprised when Toshinori developed his miracle of a quirk too late in life. Decades later, people were shocked once again, but this time by the news broadcast of a skeleton man who wanted to save the whole world from itself. He was a hero who had once grown even larger, filling in his costume, occasionally needing a larger one to replace the last.

No one felt as he felt now. No one alive today could understand how fucking broken he'd become. It was isolating.

Toshinori chokes back tears from the pain of it all, from the phantom pains in his side. He hopes this will end soon. He sometimes prays that it will end if only his lungs could give out and release him of his duty. The reason he continues on and pushes back against the world that takes too many pieces of him is because Toshinori refuses to relinquish the responsibilities from a promise he made a long time ago.

"You mustn't lay down your life. No matter what." Inko reminds him from some pocket of reality that still exists in the past. She spoke these words to him before she knew about all that lost skin.

It's moments like these that make the promise seem too demanding. From this place where he would rather choose merciful and painful asphyxiation, Toshinori, too tired to call out for her, listens for Inko's voice, hoping that she will come and reassure him that she still needs him to keep his promise.

"Please go on living..." He wants to hear those words again, and it gives him a spark of hope, keeping the screams at bay. Or maybe it's the soft click of his bedroom door that takes him out of hell just long enough for him to hear the voice of a good spirit that is so compassionately delivered to him in his moment of need.

"Toshinori?" Inko pauses in the doorway, assessing how Toshinori curls himself on the bed. She doesn't need him to face her to understand that he is suffering from another anxiety attack, another flashback from his days as a hero. Inko, overwhelmed at the unexpected sight for a moment, lets a single tear escape. She knows Toshinori prefers that she not see him like this, as helpless as he is now, but Inko only wants to make him feel unbroken. Another click indicates to Toshinori that Inko has closed the door. Toshinori wants to push himself back up to see if she is still there, to see her expression or to assure her that he is fine while he clearly isn't. He is too tired to move.

Inko wipes the moisture from her eyes and face, and curls her mouth upwards into a weak smile for him. Although she isn't happy in this moment, Inko knows that she can be strong for Toshinori. She moves closer, mildly aware of the place his traumatized mind occasionally takes him, and Inko gently brushes the tips of her warm fingers onto Toshinori's arm, which makes him tingle. He doesn't move to see her, but his back swells up from a deep sigh.

"Can I lie down next to you?" Inko asks.

Toshinori wants to say yes. He wants to fill the silence with many new promises to Inko. He wants to take care of her as she has done for him. Most of all, he wants so badly to say he loves her, but is sincerely afraid.

"Toshinori," Inko starts. "I'm going to lie down now."

Inko moves to the foot of the bed and crawls up, so that she can lie down facing him. She places her trembling nervous hand below the crater in his side, being careful not to touch the wound directly. The warmth of her soft hands quiets the ghosts that scream out to Toshinori from the past.

Inko takes in a deep breath and smells the scent of his aftershave left on her pillow.

Toshinori peeks at her from the shadow of the arm that still hangs over his darkened eyes. That's when he sees the courageous smile Inko wears for him. Like how a flower drinks in the life-giving light from the sun on a new day, Toshinori's eyes takes in the warmth of Inko's smile. The darkness subsides more. Toshinori craves more of her. His first movement comes when he drapes the arm from his face onto Inko's arm that holds him. If this was all that he could do, it would be enough. He selfishly wants her entirely, that he is sure of, but even if he is just given this slice of her, even if this is all she could give, even if they only drift like this in his bedroom for a short time, it is enough.

Her green hair flows over her neck and down his pillow and the light from the window highlights the contours of her cheek bones and lips. She's so beautiful, he thinks. And what does he look like to her? A hollow man, Toshinori supposes.

"I was worried about you. I felt that I should check on you." She pauses to think of something else. Her flushed lips are slightly parted and wet. Toshinori feels afraid that he can't control himself much longer with her so close in his bed.

"I missed you when you were up here. I always miss you when you're not around." She whispers. That is the sign. That is all Toshinori needs. He interprets her words to mean that she did need him to live for her.

"Inko..." He murmurs.

Inko melts from the sound of her name in his husky voice.

"Toshinori, it's okay if we just lie up here." Inko says. Cautious of moving Toshinori out of his position and cautious of his deep scar, she inches closer to Toshinori and places her hand on his face.

His body responds instinctively as turns his head and moves his lips to greet the palm of her hand with a single kiss. The first kiss, in fact. The action surprises even Toshinori.

Both of their heart rates hitch suddenly.

Toshinori exhales into Inko's hand. Inko's whole body feels warm from his breath and her breathing becomes uneven. Toshinori slowly moves his rough hand down Inko's arm, savoring her soft skin. He leaves a trail of goosebumps on her as he goes, and she shivers in arousal. He knows her body- the back of her thighs, the curve of her neck, her long legs, all of her back, and her voluptuous breasts, everything- he knows her whole body is this soft. He imagines his body tangled up into hers. With these thoughts, Toshinori feels pressure against his pants again as his cock begins to throb and harden. His hand trails all the way down to cover the back of Inko's hand on his face, and he places his second kiss, this time making sure to look into her green eyes seductively, testing the water. She lets out a weak moan.

Toshinori steals his third, his fourth, his fifth, kisses which he lightly places in a messy trail up her arm. He loses count at six, but begins soon on her shoulder, her collar bone and finally her neck, where he lovingly takes the time to kiss and lick gently. Inko's heart beats quickly and she pants softly into Toshinori's ear, which makes his groin more sensitive and needing.

Toshinori's heated breath and his tongue on her skin makes Inko moan his name, but the pleasure she feels comes bubbling to the surface, and his name stops in her breath. She cries out. "Ah, Toshin- ahh, God."

He no longer feels any pain with her near him. He just has the faintest taste of blood in his mouth. With his new-found energy, he hastily lifts himself up on top of her and bites Inko's neck gently. The sudden movement shocks a shiver into Inko's spine and her hand reaches for him in need. She splays her hands all across the chest she's only fantasized about. This causes Toshinori to grind his throbbing erection, still trapped inside of his pants, deeply onto her, brushing Inko's sensitive clit. Her stained dress rides up her body, exposing her underwear. Experimentally, he presses his thumb onto the place where he guesses he might find her clit. Inko responds with a moan as her head tosses back in response to the pleasure Toshinori gives her. Sure enough, Inko's panties are soaked through from her wetness for him. He gently slips her scarlet panties off, exposing her slick and well-groomed pussy. The movement tickles the bottom of her ass, which he grabs, finally filling his hands with her soft skin. His mouth waters. Toshinori wipes spit from the side of his mouth while grinning at her.

Toshinori wants to feel her soft skin more. He wants her pillowy breasts on his chest. He wants to ride her soft sweet pussy. Toshinori slips his shirt off in one quick tug. Then he slides his fingers between her skin and her dress and lifts it up, helping her slip it up above her arms. The sight of her milky white naked body makes his dick twitch in need.

It feels like a bird is trying to escape from Toshinori's ribs. He needs to fuck her now. He needs to fill her up with his length and he needs to cum deep inside of her. Toshinori begins frantically undoing the buckle of his pants while Inko takes all of him into her hungry eyes, hoping to never forget the look of frustration Toshinori expresses as he fumbles with the button and zipper on his pants. He is clearly as hungry for her as she is for him. Finally, Toshinori rips his boxers off.

Inko's eyes widen at the sight of his cock, so large and red with the blood that pumps through it. Her mouth waters at the sight of the pre-cum that glistens on the head of his cock.

If it weren't Toshinori, if it were any other man, Inko may have thought better of the situation. The two boys are downstairs eating breakfast. For how long? The stars she sees makes her forget that she hadn't locked the door. Everything else but this moment with Toshinori fades away. The man who she fantasizes so much about, the man who makes her tremble, the man whom she pleasures herself to in the shower or bed, now stood naked and needing in front of her. What could she do but make him feel pleasure too?

Inko spreads her legs for him, exposing her juicy pussy to him. He needs to satisfy his own needs, but he teases her instead, dipping only his tip in to feel her wetness on his cock. He then pulls away.

"Toshinori, please." She pleads. "I need you." She begs.

Toshinori shoots her a winning smile and presses his thumb against her clit once more, rubbing her in a slow round motion. Inko wraps her legs around him. Toshinori isn't expecting this and he falls on top of her.

"Agh!" The two accidentally bump their heads together.

"Ah, I'm sorry." Inko cries.

Although it hurts, they both laugh at the mishap. Toshinori kisses the red spot on Inko's forehead. He then gently presses his own reddened forehead to hers and kisses her on the lips for the first time. The kissing starts slow and quickens in pace. She gladly opens her mouth to let him inside of her. She tastes something sweet and metallic as he rolls his tongue over hers. She feels so connected to him as traces of his blood swish around in her mouth. He smothers her passionately. Toshinori watches Inko's rapturous expressions as he takes his time caressing every part her body, finally filling his large hands with her voluptuous breasts. Toshinori lowers his lips to Inko's breasts and takes each nipple into his mouth and sucks and blows and teases both until they are hard and wet. Each flick of his tongue over her nipples sends an electric shock throughout her body. Each shock of pleasure starts in her groin and spreads like waves throughout her body. Inko pulls Toshinori's blonde hair in response, and the slight pain from it makes him more carnal. Toshinori roughly nips down on her swollen nipple. Inko screams his name, and he catches her mouth with his mouth, wet from teasing her, in an attempt to muffle the sound with his lips. Todoroki and Izuku, still downstairs eating breakfast, may have heard her cries of ecstasy.

Inko feels Toshinori push his hot, wet tip into the softness of her thigh. Again, she feels this sensation tap her and he growls low and quietly in frustration. Inko knows that Toshinori is searching for her entrance in order to fulfill his animalistic needs. He finally pokes himself a little too deeply into the correct entrance and it makes Inko's body tense up. She clenches herself around him in response, but he pulls out quickly and hovers his hot, swollen cock over her wet entrance. He grabs Inko's hands into his and puts them over her head. He gives her a villainous grin as he pins her beneath him. Toshinori particularly enjoys how Inko's sopping wet breasts, with swollen nipples from his teasing and sucking, also jiggle upwards when he pins her hands up above her head. Inko tries to move her hands in his grip, but he holds her down forcefully. She has no way to escape him.

Toshinori holds her there, and kisses her deeply, tasting a hint of the sweet syrupy pancakes he'd made for her. His body now glistens with sweat, his hair presses wet to the skin around his face from their passionate make out session.

"Inko" He finally finds the courage to say, "I love you so much."

"I love you too" She says, getting lost in his blue eyes.

Toshinori gently sinks his burning cock into her. Inko takes note of the crook in Toshinori's mouth that twists upwards. His eyebrows furrow together. Inko thinks it is cute.

He begins slowly, trusting his slick dick in and out of her tight pussy.

"Inko, you feel so good." He says slowly.

Toshinori's cock, engulfed in Inko's wet heat, begins thrusting faster. He releases her hands and places his large hands on her hips. He begins pulling her into him and pushing her out in order to help Inko match his faster rhythm. She catches on quickly. Loud slapping noises fill the room for several minutes as Toshinori's pelvis thrusts hard into the skin on Inko's ass. Waves of pleasure move throughout both of their bodies.

Toshinori moves his arms from Inko's hips so that he can bend down to scoop her up into his arms. Toshinori bends his neck down, burying his face into her neck. The pleasure is too much. He wants so badly to cum right then, but he has to push her beyond her limit first. Toshinori suddenly makes a sound that Inko thinks is distress.

Worry covers her face, and she hopes she hasn't caused him pain. "Are you okay?" Inko asks.

"Inko, only you can make me feel this damn good." He whispers in her ear.

"I want you to cum in me, Toshi." Inko begs him. He intends to cum in her. He has from the very first kiss. Toshinori tries so hard not to let himself cum just yet though. He slows his deep thrusts. He needs to fully satisfy her first. He wants to hear his name escape Inko's lips between moans again and again from the consequences of his hard work.

"I want to cum so deep inside of you, Inko." Toshinori responds, "but I need you to cum for me first."

The growing pressure is too much to handle for Inko too. She wants to burst in his arms. She wants to fulfill his request. Her body tenses up and then loosens with each push and pull. She moans and curses and calls his name. She bites back her screams so as not to alert Todoroki or Izuku downstairs. Her body, rapturing in ecstasy, finally releases her from the burden of her need to orgasm. This is the first time in Inko's life that a man has made her cum. The muscles inside of Inko ripple around Toshinori's cock. Her second orgasm begins shortly after the first, and the pressure from her orgasm finally helps Toshinori over the edge. He soon cums deep inside of her. She feels warm cum erupt inside of her body. Inko feels some of it drip out and it travels down her ass and onto the bed sheets. Toshinori's body jolts from the explosion of pleasure his body feels, and he collapses on her. He places light kisses all over her burning face. Toshinori's weight is a comfortable kind of heavy above her. She feels safe under him.

Inko and Toshinori lie on the bed panting for a few minutes. Toshinori's sweat dries in the cool air. Finally, they crawl beneath the covers together, both agreeing to go downstairs soon to help open the shop with Izuku and Shoto.

Inko and Toshinori drift off into a cozy slumber. A quiet hum from the air conditioning and the exhaustion from sex help them slip into unconsciousness.

Izuku, with a platter of pancakes for Toshinori, casually makes his way upstairs while humming.

"Mom? Sensei?" He calls for them. Toshinori's apartment is quiet. Izuku knocks softly at Toshinori's room. When no one responds, he opens the door. There is a large mass bundled up under the covers on the bed. Izuku gets closer to investigate, and when he sees what it is, his eyes widen in shock. Inko snores quietly, drooling a little while Toshinori's face is hidden, pressed against the side of Inko's face. Toshinori's messy blonde hair gives him away. Midoriya can see that beneath the covers, Toshinori's arm is gently draped across Inko's chest.

A normal twenty-year-old doesn't want to see his mom embraced by her new lover, but honestly, Izuku isn't a normal boy and Toshinori isn't just any ordinary man. Young Izuku, without any feelings of resentment or anger, looks down now as his loving mother and heroic teacher embrace each other. Tears of joy well up in Izuku's eyes and he tiptoes his way out of the room, taking the pancakes with him.