AN:
Okay, chapter 2, I hope you like; I'm really proud of this one.
Please leave a comment if you feel inclined, I love feedback, and they'll help keep me motivated.
Izuku was prepared for a lot of things when All Might said him he was going to turn him into the next Symbol of Piece. Of course, he had to bulk up; he was goddamn string bean for Pete's sake.
However, that list did not include HAULING GARBAGE OFF A BEACH WITH HIS BARE HANDS.
Drenched in sweat, his muscles aching, burning and screaming like there was no tomorrow, Izuku collapsed onto the pavement. 'Oh god, I want to die. End my suffering,' was the only thought coursing through Izuku's mind.
"Good work out there! An excellent first day of training," All Might said with a proud smile as he looked down at the exhausted boy.
"Kill…me…" Was all Izuku managed to wheeze out.
'Geez, this kid's in worse shape than I thought,' All Might thought as he kneeled down next to him. "Well, I could do that, or I could take you take you to Ginko's."
After a moment, Izuku slowly and painfully lifted his arm off the pavement. "Gin…ko's…"
"That's the spirit!" The booming voice of All Might's Hero Form reverberated across the beach as he picked up the green haired boy and threw him in his rented pickup truck.
Back in his true form, Toshinori sat across from Izuku in the same booth at Ginko's they'd sat at last week, and was still amazed at the amount of food the kid could pack away. His one plate of pork and vegetable yakisoba seemed pretty pitiful compared to the six plates of food Izuku had in front of him.
Izuku put down the bowl of katsudon he'd just finished and gave Toshinori the brightest smile he could muster. "Thanks for bringing me here again, Yagi."
"Well, I've got to keep you fed, Young Midoriya. If you want those muscles you'll need to start eating more than you're used to," Toshinori explained.
"Oh, that reminds me," Izuku said as pulled out the 'ALL AMERICAN DREAM PLAN' Toshinori had given. "Are you sure I'll be ready for the Entrance Exam if I follow this?"
"Honestly, I'm not quite sure," Toshinori said, rubbing the back of his neck. "I mean, I'll have you ready for UA's Entrance Exam, guaranteed. But with how much food your body needs, it'll be a bit of trial and error before we have a finalized plan." He pointed to the paper Izuku was holding. "What you're holding is more of a tentative schedule, not the final plan."
Izuku nodded and dug back into his food.
"Oh, almost forgot!" Toshinori exclaimed as he went rummaging through his pockets while Izuku gave him a perplexed stare. He pulled out a stack of Yen and slid them over the boy. "This is for you."
"Eh-EH!" Izuku screamed, nearly choking on his food. The other diners sent varied looks his way, a mixture of glares, looks of worry, and surprise. Izuku, with a rather abashed look on his face, looked at the other patrons and mouthed an apology.
He turned back to Toshinori with wide, disbelieving eyes. "B-but why are you-why could you-I can't just-" At that moment, Izuku's brain short-circuited and he started talking in circles. He just kept going and going and going; there was no end in sight to his ramblings.
It was, quite frankly, freaking Toshinori the FUCK out. After a good 30 seconds of this, he finally decided to put a stop to it.
"JESUS CHRIST, KID! WILL YOU SHUT UP?" Toshinori screamed at the top of his lungs.
While it did have the desired effect of essentially restarting Izuku's brain, he had also drawn the ire of the rest of restaurant. Toshinori looked around sheepishly, the other patrons giving him death glares and odd looks. Red in the face, he apologized and turned back to Izuku.
"Do not misunderstand me, Young Midoriya," Toshinori began. "This isn't meant to be a present; it's grocery money. With your training and conditioning, you'll need to eat even more than you do currently, and I don't wish to burden your family with an even larger food bill. It's my responsibility as your mentor to do this for you."
Izuku stared at Toshinori with starry-eyes before he gave an affirmative nod and took the money. "Thank you, All-I mean- thank you, Yagi."
They smiled at each other for a moment before a thought struck Izuku. "Hold on," he said quizzically as he looked the wad of Yen in his left hand. "How am I going to explain this extra money to my mom?"
Toshinori was silent for a moment, and then he quite literally exploded.
"GODDAMNIT, I HADN'T THOUGHT OF THAT!" He screamed with an accompanying spray of blood gushing from his mouth.
A pair of fists slammed down on the table, and the two jumped back in shock. It was the same waitress who had served them last time. Her name tag read 'Ume,' and she was pissed off.
"Do I need to kick the two of you out." Theoretically, that was supposed to be a question; it wasn't. It was a threat.
"N-no, ma'am," Frantically exclaimed Toshinori.
"We'll behave," Izuku said tearfully.
In the blink of an eye, Ume's face went from demonic and intimidating, to sweet and cheerful. "Great," she said, her voice chipper and a smile on her face.
"I think I just saw my life flash before my eyes," Izuku said as slumped into his seat in a cold sweat.
"You and me both, kid." Toshinori crossed his arms over his chest. "We still need a way to explain the extra money to your mom."
He sat contemplatively while Izuku…ate contemplatively.
Suddenly, like lightning, they looked at each other, struck by the same idea.
"A job?" Inko asked, sitting across from Toshinori, her son between them.
"Yes, I want to offer Young Midoriya a position as my assistant," Toshinori explained. "Really, it would be more of a mentorship. He's a very bright and dedicated young man who would be an asset to anyone he works for; it would also provide valuable life experience going forward into high school and beyond."
To say Inko was surprised would be an understatement. Just a week ago this man walked into her and her son's lives after a chance meeting, and now he wanted to offer her son a job.
Don't get her wrong, Toshinori seemed like a very nice man to her; he was polite (if a bit awkward,) earnest, and genuinely appeared to like Izuku. But she couldn't shake the feeling that something was… off, might be the best way to put it.
"What exactly would Izuku be doing for you?" she asked.
"Young Midoriya would be my personal assistant, a gofer if you will," Toshinori explained. "He would run errands, deliver documents, and get coffee; those sorts of thing."
Toshinori felt very warm and genuine to her that he genuinely liked her son and wanted to take Izuku under his wing. It was incredible to finally find someone, anyone who saw past Izuku's lack of a Quirk to see her son for himself. But Inko couldn't shake the feeling that she wasn't seeing the whole picture.
"Well…I'm not sure," Inko said. "Izuku's so busy with school, and I want him to get into a good high school, and-"
"Please, mom," Izuku pleaded with his hands clasped in front of him.
Inko, stunned at Izuku's boldness, gazed at her son and Toshinori as they looked at her expectantly.
"Izuku," she spoke softly. "You really want to do this?"
The green haired boy nodded. "More than anything," he said with the brightest smile he could muster.
And that's what broke her. She couldn't do. Inko couldn't sit here and crush her son's dreams like…like before. Like what had come to be the biggest regret of her life.
She sighed and sank into her chair before offering up a smile to Izuku and Toshinori.
"Alright, Izuku, you can take the job."
"WAHOO!" Izuku quite literally jumped for joy. He started talking animatedly with Toshinori as Inko watched on.
Seeing her son happy like this, really, truly happy, was what gave Inko's life meaning. That smile on Izuku's filled her heart with a type of happiness that was hard to put into words.
'I can't believe I was worried,' Inko thought as she got to prepare dinner. She offered Toshinori a chance to stay for dinner which he gladly accepted. 'I'm just too used to it; I'm sure this will great for Izuku.'
Inko decided to chalk her misgiving up to years of nonstop fretting over her son. Besides, what's the worst that could happen to the assistant to a secretary?
It had been just over a month since Izuku had begun training with All Might, and he was getting…better, to say the least. All Might hadn't been expecting any miracles, but it still shocked him at how much a twig Izuku was when they began. Despite that, All Might couldn't help but smile at the boy as hefted a microwave off the beach.
Izuku panted as the sun rose high into the sky above them.
"You're doing great, kid," All Might said as he ran over to Izuku. He gave the boy a firm pat on the back. Izuku gave him a worn out grin back. "We'll break for lunch in an hour, okay?
'Lunch,' Izuku though dreamily at the mention of the word. He vigorously shook his head. 'I can't get distracted; I've still got a lot do.'
"Okay!" Izuku shouted with an affirmative nod.
"Excellent, and in the meantime," All Might said as he reached into his pockets and pulled out half a dozen bars wrapped in brightly colored foil. "Energy bars. Can't work out when you're collapsed on the ground."
Izuku greedily snatched them out of All Might's hands and started devouring the first bar wrapped in blue foil. "Thank you, All Might, thank you; I'll get back to work right now!" Izuku said as he stuffed the balled up wrapper in his pocket and ran back to the beach.
All Might chuckled as he watched Izuku workout with an energy bar hanging halfway out of his mouth. 'This kid's something else,' he thought as pulled out an energy bar wrapped in red foil for himself. 'And watching him eat makes me hungry.'
Toshinori had noticed he had more of an appetite that past month, and while he couldn't wolf down food like he used to, it was great to finally be able to keep down more than a few bites of food at a time.
Cameras flashed, and reporters shouted as everyone and their mother crowded behind a line of police tape as five villains were loaded into a police van.
A cacophony of people shouting "ALL MIGHT" nearly drowned out the No. 1 Hero's conversation with the police officer. After saying goodbye to the officers and giving a wave to the cameras, All Might leaped into the air. He landed on top of a secluded, and after a quick scan to make sure nobody was around, he deflated in a cloud of steam.
"Goddamn it," he exclaimed as stretched his aching muscles.
'I used up all my time in one go, can't seem to catch a break,' he thought as reached for his phone. 'Let's see how far it is to the train station; maybe I can make in time to-'
His train of thought was brought to an abrupt halt as finally saw the time.
3:15 PM
All Might's body shook as he stared at the screen, nearly dropping his phone to the ground.
"No, fucking, way."
"15 MINUTES!" Toshinori screamed as he sat on an examination table in his underwear. "I GAINED 15 MINUTES!"
"I heard you the first time," Recovery Girl said, rather annoyed. "And just because it's after hours, it doesn't mean you get to yell at the top of your lungs."
Toshinori shrank into himself and sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. "S-sorry."
Recovery Girl sighed as she went looked at the results of Toshinori's tests. "So, you're absolutely sure your time limit has increased?"
"As I said, I transformed at noon, on the dot, and didn't change back until 3:15. Even if I was off by a couple of minutes, I know for a fact my time limit still increased."
Her eyes scanned her clipboard. "Well, that makes sense. You're healthier overall since the last time I saw you; your weight's increased, your blood cell count is up, and you aren't as deficient in vitamins and minerals as you were before."
Toshinori smirked. "You're not calling me fat, are you?"
Recovery Girl raised her cane to smack him.
"AH! I'm sorry, sorry!" Toshinori hastily apologized. He sighed in relief as she lowered her cane and looked back at the chart in her hands. "Look, I'm not complaining about being healthier, but I just want to know why."
"Clearly you've made some change to your routine that's having a positive impact on your health," Recovery Girl said before she looked up at Toshinori. "Whatever it is, keep it up. At this rate, you'll start to resemble a healthy human being in a few months."
"But that's the thing," the blond man began as he leaned forwards. "I haven't changed anything. My routine's the same as it's always been."
"And by 'routine,' you mean being stupid, overworking yourself, and doing a shit job of taking care of yourself in general?"
Toshinori didn't have a response for that.
"People don't just become healthier out of nowhere," she said as she went to her computer. "Think hard, All Might; you've clearly been doing something new or different, even if you haven't realized it."
"I'm honest to god trying to think of something, but I…" Toshinori voice trailed off as realization slowly dawned on his face.
Recovery Girl raised an eyebrow at the tall man.
"Young Midoriya," Toshinori exclaimed, his voice barely a whisper.
"Huh?" she said, befuddled.
It was a clear, warm Saturday morning as Izuku jogged to Dagobah Municipal Beach Park, ready to start his training for the day. It was quiet; the only sounds were the chirping of birds and his own footsteps. Slowly, the beach came into view, and alongside it was Toshinori standing next to his truck, waiting for him.
"All Might!" Izuku cried out as broke into a run.
Toshinori turned and waved at him. "Young Midoriya, good morning."
He came into a stop in front of the No. 1 Hero, panting slightly. "I'm ready to go; what do you want me to start with?" Izuku said as he looked around animatedly.
"Actually," Toshinori said, catching Izuku off guard. "We're doing something different today." He pointed his thumb at the truck. "Hop in, and we'll get going."
Confused, Izuku's only response was an "Okay" as he climbed into the passenger seat. Toshinori started up the car, and they were off.
As Toshinori drove, it wasn't long before Izuku felt his eyelids grow heavy and he fell asleep. He wasn't sure how long he slept, but Izuku was awoken by a hand rocking him back and forth.
"Hey, kid, we're here."
Izuku slowly opened his eyes, yawned, and stretched. As rubbed the sleep out his eyes, Izuku looked out the windshield to see-
"UA!" He screamed in shock as the school of his dreams towered over him. Izuku was so surprised he didn't even notice Toshinori had gotten out of the car until he opened the passenger door for him.
"What are you waiting for? Come on," Toshinori said, bringing Izuku back to reality.
"R-right," Izuku scrambled out of the car as fast he could, closing the door behind him.
"Here," Toshinori said as he pulled something out of his pocket and handed it to Izuku. The object was a lanyard with a card that read "UA Guest Pass" attached to it. "You'll need to put this on to get into the school."
Izuku put it on without a word and followed Toshinori to the school's gate. There, as Toshinori continued forward, Izuku stopped dead in tracks. He looked upon the massive building in awe, its polished windows glimmering in the daylight.
'This…this is incredible,' Izuku thought as his mind raced with the names of countless Pro Heroes who called UA High their alma mater. 'I'm actually going to step inside UA.' With his body shaking with a combination of nerves and excitement, Izuku finally mustered the resolve and stepped beyond the gate and onto the grounds of UA.
It was then and there that Izuku let out a yell of pure fanboyish joy.
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" His mouth seemed to switch to autopilot while his body quite started vibrating with excitement, overwhelmed by what was happening.
'I can't believe it! This is really happening; I'm standing inside UA! This is a dream come, true I-' Izuku's train of thought was brought to an abrupt halt when he finally noticed Toshinori standing at the door with a huge, somewhat mischievous grin on his face. The green haired boy bolted for the front door to stand next to his mentor.
Izuku turned bright red with embarrassment as rubbed the back of his neck, all the while that grin never left the blond man's face.
"S-sorry, All Might," Izuku muttered.
"It's fine, Young Midoriya," Toshinori said as he opened the door and walked inside, Izuku following him. "To tell you the truth, I had a pretty similar reaction my first time here. I'll never forget the first time I laid eyes on this place."
Still red in the face, Izuku couldn't help but smile at his mentor's words.
After that, the two walked in silence through the halls, Izuku taking in everything he could. He noted the, quite frankly, obscenely large doors the school had and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at them.
'Must be for students with Mutant Quirks that make them really big,' Izuku thought absentmindedly.
They eventually reached a normal sized door. Toshinori knocked, and a voice said, "Come in." He opened the door to reveal UA's nurse's office and said nurse was sitting at her desk.
She turned in her swivel chair to look at her guests. "Good morning, All Might. How are you?" she said with a smile.
'WHAT!' Izuku thought as he went white as a sheet and stiff as a board.
"It's okay, Young Midoriya," Toshinori said as he placed a hand on Izuku's shoulder. "She knows about One for All and myself."
Izuku instantly relaxed at Toshinori's words, letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding.
Toshinori coughed lightly to get Izuku's attention and gestured to the nurse. "Young Midoriya, I'd like to introduce you to a friend and colleague of mine-"
"Recovery Girl!" Izuku said, interrupting Toshinori. "You're the Youthful Heroine: Recovery Girl," he offered a shallow bow before continuing. "It's an honor to meet you, ma'am! I've read all about you."
"Now, now, there's no need to bow," Recovery Girl said as she hopped off her chair. She walked over to Izuku and offered a hand. "And you must be Izuku Midoriya; you're such a polite young man. It's no wonder All Might picked you as his successor."
Izuku blushed at Recovery Girl's kind words. "T-thank you."
"Now," Recovery Girl said as she pointed her cane at one of the examination tables. "I'll need you strip down to your underwear, and we can get started."
"I'm sorry, what?" Izuku blinked in surprise while Toshinori and Recovery Stared at him. "Hold on, I'm confused; what are we doing here exactly?"
There was a beat, silence, and then-
"GODDAMNIT, I FORGOT!" Toshinori screamed in a spray of blood.
"Idiot," Recovery Girl smacked the back of his head with her cane. "Why didn't you tell him why you brought him here?"
"I meant to, I really did," Toshinori explained defensively. "I was going to tell him during the drive over, but then he fell asleep, and I didn't want to wake him up, and when we got here-"
"Stop!" Recovery Girl snapped. She pinched the bridge of her nose and took a deep breath, then turned to Izuku. "I'm so sorry for All Might, Midoriya; he can be a real dunderhead at times."
Toshinori was about to retort, but a quick glare from Recovery Girl shut him up.
"Anyway, we're just here to do a physical, check your vitals, and see how your training's been going," Recovery Girl said with a smile.
"Okay, but…please don't laugh," Izuku said with a bright red face.
Toshinori and Recovery Girl were perplexed by his statement until he undressed to reveal his All Might boxers beneath his shorts.
Recovery Girl took it in stride; she'd seen her fair share of students in licensed Pro Hero underwear.
Toshinori, on the other hand, was busy bent over wheezing and clutching his sides at the sight of his apprentice's choice in undergarments. "Oh my god, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't even know they made them for kids your age," he managed to squeeze out through his fit of laughter.
Recovery Girl gave him a swift hit with her cane and a disapproving glare and then got to work on giving Izuku his physical.
After checking Izuku's height, weight, and vitals, Recovery Girl sat in her chair, clipboard in hand. "All in all, you're a very healthy young man," she said as she looked over her notes.
Izuku smiled awkwardly. "Thank you."
"And All Might says you have quite the appetite."
"Yes."
"And that you're Quirkless."
Izuku said nothing as he stared down at his feet, downcast.
"Oh, I'm so sorry dear," Recovery Girl said regretfully as she realized her mistake. "I can't believe I said that so carelessly; please forgive me if I hurt you."
"No, it's fine," Izuku's voice was small and somber. "I've had to live with it since I was four. I'm used to it."
"Still, this world can be a cruel place for people who are different; first it was people with Quirks, and now it's people without them," Recovery Girl walked over to him with sympathetic eyes. "I can't imagine what it was like when they called with the tests results."
"Test results?" Izuku said, confused.
Recovery Girl raised an eyebrow at him. "The results of the lab tests, to determine if you had a Quirk or not?"
"Well, they didn't have to call, they showed me and my mom the X-Ray-"
"Wait," Recovery Girl said, a dangerous edge to her voice. "Are you telling me that all they did, the only thing they did, was take an X-Ray of your foot to look for the superfluous joint? They didn't take a blood or saliva sample to perform a gene test?"
At this point, she was literally shaking with rage.
Izuku nervously turned to Toshinori and mouthed 'help,' but all the tall man did was shrug.
"Uhm…yes," Izuku squeaked.
For a moment, Recovery Girl was completely still, the rage gone from her form-
"THOSE IDIOTS!"
-until she threw her clipboard against the ground with a scream of unadulterated hate and fury.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE THEY LET THIS HAPPEN! WHAT'S THIS WORLD COMING TOO IF DOCTORS WON'T DO THEIR JOBS?! I SWEAR, IF I GET MY HANDS ON WHOEVER X-RAYED YOU I'LL RING THEIR-"
"Excuse me."
Recovery Girl came down from her rage to see Izuku and Toshinori literally quaking fear. Izuku had his hand raised, as if to ask a question.
"I-I'm a little confused; why are you so upset?" Izuku said.
Recovery Girl sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Let me explain; while having the superfluous pinky joint means you are less likely to develop a Quirk, it doesn't guarantee it. An estimated 30% of people with the joint develop a Quirk, and an estimated 5% of people without the joint are Quirkless."
She walked over to pick up her cracked clipboard and picked it up. "To think, they didn't even consider doing a gene test. They should be arrested for malpractice and their licenses revoked."
"Well, even if that is true, I'm pretty sure they were right," Izuku spoke somberly. "I tried, and tried as hard as I could when I was a kid, but I couldn't do anything close to my parents' Quirks."
He looked down at his feet, focusing in on his pinky toes. "I really am Quirkless."
The room was awkwardly silent for a moment before Toshinori spoke. "Actually, I'm not so sure."
He walked over to Izuku, a serious expression on his face. "Young Midoriya, do remember the day we met when I told you about my three-hour time limit?"
Izuku nodded.
"My boy, since I met you and started training you, my time limit has increased by 15 minutes, and I have become healthier overall; I believe that it is because of you; that you do have a Quirk."
Izuku could stare at him in stunned silence, agape at what he'd said.
Hours later, Inko was busy preparing dinner in the Midoriya family's kitchen. Taking care of a child with as massive an appetite as Izuku wasn't easy, but seeing the food she made bring a smile to her son's face made it all worth it.
She glanced up at the clock and noticed the late hour. 'Izuku should have been home by now. Is his job keeping him out?' Inko's lips pressed into a thin line, while she certainly like Mr. Yagi, working for him made Izuku happy, she couldn't help but worry when her son was away for extended periods of time.
'I'm sure he's fine… but I'll give him a quick call just to be sure,' Inko thought as she reached for her phone. Before she could get to her contacts, Inko heard the apartment's door open.
"Mom, I'm home," she heard her son call out.
She sighed in relief. 'Thank goodness.'
"Welcome home, sweetheart; dinner will ready in about 20 minutes," Inko said.
However, she heard a second pair of footsteps along with Izuku's. Inko turned to see Toshinori standing next to her son, a thick stack of papers in hand.
"Oh, Mr. Yagi," Inko greeted. "Izuku didn't tell me you'd be coming; would you like to stay for dinner."
"That would be excellent Mrs. Midoriya," Toshinori replied with a smile, but his expression then turned very serious. "However, there's an important matter Young Midoriya and I need to discuss with you."
Inko stood there for a moment, taken aback by Toshinori's dire tone. She turned to see Izuku standing rather awkwardly next to the tall man.
"I see," was all she said. Inko turned off the stove as Toshinori motioned for her take a seat the table. He sat down directly across from her while Izuku sat between them.
"I guess I should start with…well," Toshinori began as tried to find the right words. "I suppose you know that my physical health is…not the best…"
"Eh!" Inko yelped. "No, no, no; you look perfectly healthy."
Izuku and Toshinori gave her strange looks.
Inko gave out a forced laugh. "Well," Inko said softly as she started twiddling her thumbs. "If we're being honest…it looks like a stiff breeze could knock you over." She turned her eyes away from the blond man. "Maybe even a weak one."
The two men gaped at Inko's bluntness.
"I…you… you're not wrong…" Toshinori forced out as. "Anyway, ever since I started spending time with your son, I've seen a significant improvement in my health; so I took him to a doctor I know-"
"DOCTOR!" Inko cried out in a panic. "What's wrong with my baby!? Is he going to be okay!? What's-"
"Nonononono! It's nothing like that, Mrs. Midoriya," Toshinori said in a frantic attempt to calm her down. "In fact, it's the opposite; your son is an exceptionally healthy young man."
Inko immediately relaxed, clutching her still racing heart.
"It's just-well-take a look for yourself," Toshinori said as he shoved the stack of papers into Inko's hands.
She looked down to see…well, frankly, she had absolutely no idea what she was looking at. It was medically related, obviously, but she couldn't make heads or tails of it. The papers were a mess of charts, graphs, and medical jargon she couldn't even begin to comprehend.
"I'm sorry," Inko said as she looked at Toshinori, completely lost. "But, what am I looking at?"
He was opened his mouth to speak, but-
"Mom."
-was cut off my Izuku.
Inko and Toshinori looked at Izuku, having spoken for the first time since the conversation began. He looked down at his lap, refusing to meet either adult's gaze.
"The doctor, she did some tests, and she found out that I…I…" Izuku began, but fat tears started welling up in his eyes.
Inko reached out a hand to comfort her son; then he looked at her and she stopped, and it was a moment that would burn itself into Inko's memories forever.
A smile.
On Izuku's face was biggest, brightest, happiest smile Inko had ever seen in her entire life. Words couldn't begin to describe the pure elation Izuku radiated as fat tears of joy rolled down his cheeks.
She had never seen her son this happy, it was… awe-inspiring.
"Mom, I…I… I have a Quirk."
She couldn't reply as those words escaped Izuku's mouth.
"I have a Quirk. I've always had Quirk," Izuku brought up his hands to his try and control his tears.
"I have a Quirk… that heals people."
Inko stood up so abruptly her chair clattered to the ground, but she didn't care. All she cared about right now was Izuku, her son, her sweetheart, her baby.
"IZUKU!" she screamed as she launched herself at her son and embraced him in a bone-crushing hug, her own eyes breaking into tears of joy.
He said nothing as he hugged right back, his tears staining Inko's blouse.
She didn't mind, the only thing that matter to her right was her son.
They weren't sure how long they stayed like that, embracing each other, crying the happiest tears they had ever known, but they didn't care.
AN:
5,036 words.
This chapter is FIVE-FUCKING-THOUSAND-AND-THIRTY-FUCKING-SIX WORDS! I HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA HOW I DID THIS!
I was not expecting this chapter to be so long, I thought it would be closer to 3,000 words like the last chapter, but the length felt necessary.
Anyway, I am so happy I managed to finish, I hope you liked it.
A Superhero sized 'thank you' to everyone who left a comment on the last chapter, knowing all of you enjoyed what I wrote really helped motivate me to pump this out.
Seeing people enjoy my writing really makes me feel…fulfilled.
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