Culinary Heroics
Summary: "You know, Izuku, there is more than one way of becoming a hero – after all, if you do something that will make people feel better, you are already one – "
Food is one of the greatest comforts of the world, and cooking for people is an act of service that can shift the future of others - even just a bit. Izuku is quirkless, yes, but even as he accepts that he may never be a conventional hero, it didn't mean that he couldn't be one. Midoriya Izuku-centric.
Author's Note: Published this in AO3 too,, and i honestly don't know where im going with this, but why not, ryt? let's see if i actually finish this one, as i haven't even touched the others for a year now i think ? cheers
Chapter 1: Prolouge
Izuku sniffled, just a bit. Inko sighed, tears welling up in her eyes that she managed to keep down, as she placed a bowl of steaming hot katsudon in front of her son – his favorite. Izuku stared at it listlessly, and Inko ruffled his hair. He reluctantly took a bite, and after a few seconds of hesitation, started devouring his food – feeling not quite better, but at the very least a little bit lighter.
Inko smiled.
"You know, Izuku, there is more than one way of becoming a hero – after all, if you do something that will make people feel better, you are already one – "
And while Izuku knew in his own childish way that his mother was merely trying to comfort him, her words changed everything.
He idly stared at his food as he thought of the endless possibilities.
The next day, Katsuki gets injured beating up Izuku's bullies.
"Kaa-chan," Izuku implored, with the utter seriousness fit for the apocalypse. Or in this case, the inattention of his mother. Inko stifled a chuckle, and it looked as if she did not do a good job, because her son was pouting at her.
"Yes, Izuku?"
Her son sighed petulantly, his cherubic cheeks gaining a tint of red at having to explain himself yet again.
"Can you teach me how to make a rice ball?"
"Of course."
Inko places a little stool near the kitchen sink for her son to stand on, as Izuku brings out one of his tiny notebooks that he normally reserved for his future plans as a hero. He eagerly turns to the first page, and Inko smiles at his enthusiasm. She cleans her hands, and then measures the rice she would place in their rice cooker. "First, you start with – "
The day after that, Izuku made Katsuki his favorite rice ball, as his best friend grumbled over his scrapes and wounds.
His best friend scowled as he receives the rice ball, and bit it aggressively with all the power of his tiny body. Izuke stared, fascinated, as the scowl slowly turned into a tiny smile with each bite Katsuki took.
Izuku blinked, and blinked.
He smiles – and inexplicably, the future shifts.
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