Being reborn was an experience. He still wasn't sure if it was a good one but it certainly was an experience. He hadn't known that something was wrong until months after he was born. By then the memories slowly started to filter back in. He remembered a life where he wanted nothing more then to be a hero. He remembered the pure joy he felt when finally someone acknowledged him and his dream. Had told him that he could do it, when all his life he had heard the exact opposite. Remembered how the name deku, something that had only brought misery, slowly became a name that pushed him forward. Forward to his dreams, forward to his ambitions, forward to his family. Because that's what they were. Family in away that his mother could never hope to be.
At times he felt disgusted with himself, after all his mother had simply tried her best with what she had. It wasn't her fault that she was (realistically) uncertain of his dream. But what he needed from her wasn't pity or a sorry that she didn't need to give him. It was a simple phrase, a simple you can do it. One word, just one word of encouragement would have been enough. Instead he had only ever gotten a disappointed sigh and a tired, careless "maybe you should be a police officer," he knew she loved him. Of course he did, he would be a fool not to. But when push came to shove what he needed from her wasn't spectisem, it was a belief in his abilities that she had never had.
"Open up my little Izu-chan it's time for the choo choo train to reach the station" there in all her glory stood his mother. She looked young and unburdened in a way she hadn't since his childhood. Was he the reason she had become the way she had? Was it his fault? He suddenly felt sick to his stomach.
Knowing something was wrong, she gently picked him up and started to sway. She shushed him and gave him softly spoken comforting words. He eventually tired himself and fell into the darkness known as sleep.
