"Hey, Deku," Katsuki called to the green haired girl from where he lounged on the couch.
"Hmm?" Izuku turned her attention away from the television. It was movie night for class 1-A and they were watching some comedy. The current part of the movie had a pair of twins pretending to be one person and convincing the cashier that he was seeing doubles or something like that. It struck a nostalgic cord in Katsuki. "What's up, Kacchan?"
"Do you remember when we used to confuse the shit out of everyone with your quirk." He smirked at the thought. Izuku and him used to run into stores and buy little things and then a minutes later, Izuku would go back in with the blonde boy but as a different gender. The differences were so slight between Izuku's male and female forms that it confused people who didn't know about Izuku's quirk. He was often asked if he had a twin.
In the time it took for Izuku to recollect; the movie had been paused and the majority of 1-A was focused on the two childhood friends. "Oh!" Izuku laughed a shit eating grin blooming at the memory. "I completely forgot about that! Oh jeez, that was so much fun, too bad Mom and Aunty Mitsuki made us apologize."
"Wait, what did you do?" Denki asked an excited glint appearing in his yellow eyes at the mention of mischief.
Izuku scratched the back of her head nervously. "Well when I first got a handle on my quirk Kacchan and I used to go around to stores and I would go in as one gender and then after paying for whatever we got, I would go in a few minutes later as the other gender. It used to confuse the cashiers badly there were very small differences but enough to notice I guess. They asked a couple of times if I had a twin or another sibling."
"Wait. Midoriya isn't that illegal quirk use?" Uraraka asked.
Katsuki shrugged. "We weren't hurting anyone so who the fuck cares."
"Inappropriate quirk use is against the law." Iida, ever the stickler, needlessly informed everyone.
"It was all just harmless fun and when mine and Katsuki's Mom found out and they made us go and apologize to every store." Izuku admitted sheepishly.
The blonde on the couch snorted. "Aunty Inko thought it was funny as fuck when you did it to your sperm donor."
Mina popped up from her place on the floor. "You did what?!" she shrieked gleefully. It was no secret within 1-A that Izuku didn't like her father. "I gotta hear this!"
Several others agreed. "Okay so…"
It was just another summer day at the Midoriya's apartment. Katsuki played with his DS cursing and growling at the difficult level as he lied on the couch, his feet hanging off and Izuku sat in front of the coffee table, leaning back on the couch; writing in her hero analyst notebooks. Inko was in the kitchen preparing lunch for the three of them. The smell of something delicious wafting through the small space.
A knock sounded at the door. Izuku's head popped up. The ten year old climbing to her feet with a call of "I'll get it."
When she opened the door it revealed a man with black hair, tanned skin and freckles. He was wearing semi-casual clothes with a laptop case tucked under one arm. "Can I help you?" She asked. The man was vaguely familiar like Izuku has seen him before but couldn't place where or when.
"Emica," The strange man said continuing on without noticing the girls flinch at the deadname. "You've grown." He smiled at her
Considerably less friendly than before, Izuku looked at the man. "It's Izuku now. Who're you?"
The smile fell. "You don't remember me? I'm your father." He pointed at himself he looked unsure of himself as he answered.
Her eyes roze into her hairline. "Is that so." She peered behind her and yelled. "Mom, Hisashi's here." A crash and a muffled curse met her announcement and soon enough, Inko was at the door; standing next to her daughter.
"Hisashi!" She exclaimed out of breath and in shock. "I thought you were coming next month." She frowned
"Hello, Inko." His eyes softened at the sight of his wife. "Work gave me a few days off."
Inko was hesitant. Izuku looked at her Mom and wanted nothing more to pull a Katsuki and slam the door in this mans face and tell him to fuck off but Izuku didn't (She later regretted it) and left the adults to their business.
She was back to writing in her notebook with less enthusiasm when the two sat themselves at the kitchen table. Talking in hushed voices, Izuku Kept her ears peeled for anything interesting, like why would Hisashi be here when he made it perfectly clear he would rather be anywhere but here.
The man's gaze caught the abandoned pan on the stove. "I see I interrupted your lunch."
"Would you like some tea, Hisashi?"
"Yes, that would be wonderful, Inko. Thank you." As if a second thought Hisashi spoke once more. "Inko, when did Emica change her name?"
Izuku peered around the couch. Inko was angry wich was a weird sight for Izuku. Her mom was kind, caring and would cry if she so much as hurt a fly. "I suggest you ask Izuku that." Steel coated her words and Inko was silent as she prepared the tea. Hisashi kept silent as well, opening the bag to pull out a mass of papers,organizing them in front of him on the table. The room was filled with so much tension it was palpable.
Katsuki, who was only half paying attention to his video game caught Izuku's eye and a devilish gleam in his fiery red eyes. Izuku grinned, no words needed between the two friends.
Hisashi was out of his element. He felt like he was intruding on a stranger rather than his wife- or soon to be ex wife's- home. The air felt hostile and there was no hint of the Inko he used to love. An imposter covered in steel sat in her place, an odd sight on her if he does say so himself.
They sat in terse silence at opposite ends of the table. A mug of tea sat in front of him smelling sweet, Hisashi didn't like sweet tea and Inko knew that but he sucked it up and took a sip resisting the urge to grimace at the taste.
He didn't see Emica around anywhere, she must be in her room. Wait Emica had a different name now. What was it, Izumi? Itsuki? No neither of those sounded right. It was I-something he knew that but whatever. "About the divorce." Hisashi began earning a hard look from Inko.
"Yes, what about it?"
"Well-" He was interrupted by Emica. "Hey Mom, have you seen my notebook?" She asked. Did she always have that deep of a voice? She sure didn't sound like that when she answered the door. Hisashi looked at his daughter, something was off. Something about her didn't seem right but Hisashi couldn't place what.
"No, Izuku I haven't." Izuku! That's what it was.
Emica- no it was Izuku now- shrugged. "Okay. I'll check my room."
Inko focus was back on him. "You were saying,"
"Yes. Right." He put the 'offness' of Izuku on the back burner of his mind for now. "Well I do hope we can settle this peacefully-"
"Mom it's not there." Izuku whined as she came back into the dining room. Her voice sounded higher and she looked different again. Dammit what was making her look so off to him. Frustration welled up in Hisashi as he tried to figure it out but to no avail. He completely missed the exchange between mother and daughter and Emica was gone again.
"Sorry about Izuku, she misplaces everything." She smiled sweetly at Hisashi. "You would know if you were ever here."
Hisashis eye twitched. Wasn't his fault his work kept him busy. "As I was trying to say, Inko. I really do hope we can settle the divorce peacefully. Of course you would have full custody of-"
"Mom are you sure you put it on my bed?" Emica was back again.
"Yes sweetheart, I placed it on your bed this morning." Inko smiled gently at her daughter. Did Emica always have a boyish face?
Green curls bounced off Emica's face as she shook her head. "That's number five, I'm looking for number seven."
"I don't know, hon. Maybe it's in the kitchen. She suggested. Izuku nodded and left, looking thoughtful.
Hisashi tried again and again to finish his task but Emica kept interrupting looking for that stupid notebook or to ask Inko a question. It was annoying and coupled with the frustration of not figuring out what was so strange about Emica. Hisashi's patience was wearing thin.
The next time Emica came around, opening her mouth to ask a question. Hisashi snapped. "Emica, I am trying to have an important conversation with your mother. You can ask her later." Smoke trailed from his mouth.
The sound of a screeching chair made him look at Inko. "You are out of line Hisahi. Izuku has told you what she prefers to be called and you should respect her wishes and do it. There is no one in this named Emica here and that is final." inko then leaned down and rightened the chair. "Now it seems like we are not going to be finishing this conversation today or anytime in the near future."
Inko stepped away from the table. " I suggest you pack up your things and leave and I will have my lawyer contact yours."
Hisashi sighed and stood as well, packing up his things and walked to the door. Closely followed by Inko.
"Thank you for the tea, Inko it was delicious as always."
"I would say it was nice seeing you, but I do hate lying Hisashi." Inko crossed her arms over her chest. She reminded Hisahi of a mama bear protecting her cubs.
The cooling air caressed Hisahis face as he stepped outside. "You know, I really wished we could have been a family." He attempted to appeal to the hopeless romantic Inko was but it backfired if her next words were anything to go by.
A delicate hand was placed on the door and she smile so very sweetly. "Well then, you should've thought that when you abandoned us five years ago." She closed the door in his face.
Silence enveloped the room.
"Mama Midoriya is a savage." Kirishima uttered in awe.
Katsuki snorted. "You have no fucking idea, shitty hair."
Izuku nodded in agreement.
"Hey Deku." Uraraka tapped her on the shoulder. "Did you ever see your dad again?" She asked genuinely curious.
The green haired girl shrugged. "Part of the divorce settlement was I spend weekends with Hisashi but after the second weekend, I refused to go. Haven't seen or heard from him since." She could honestly care less what happened to him.
"Hey, Kacchan. Thinking back, I don't think he realized you were even there." The entire time Izuku messed with Hisahi all those years ago, Katsuki cackled silently on the couch.