Izuku stood there in tense silence. Venom rising to cover his clothes and body as his large father stood in the doorframe. Izuku's own green eyes meeting the brownish eyes of his father. Izuku's father had small faded out freckles covering his cheeks and a simple tank top on.
"So, you've got my ears and lower half of my face eh? Upper halves all your momma it seems. . . Where is she?" Izuku father says peering behind the glaring Izuku trying to catch sight of the shorter women as Izuku says. "She's not here. . . What do you want?" Izuku spat out tone icy cold as he stood before his own father. His dad raises his hand defensively, allowing a grocery bag full of sodas be fully brought into view.
"Look- I'm not here to start something I came to see you. Your mother not so much, but she'll probably stop me from seeing you." Venom lets loose a soft growl causing Izuku's father to jump back expecting a dog to come out only to realize it's coming from his sons body. "Ah, that's your quirk eh? Ya know I'd claim you weren't mine if it weren't for the blood test. You're leagues ahead of me when I was your age." Izuku's hand clenched the door as it slightly splinters causing him to release it as he ask. "What do you want? You haven't been here since I was three. You were in America working or something? How would you know how I'm doing?"
Izuku ask as his father who chuckled rubbing the back of his neck before saying. "Kid- Son I mean. It's just that I keep track of you I've always had, remember when you were younger and something caused your quirk to fuck up your stomach? I sent your mother extra money that month to help with the copay." Izuku hmmmms for a few more seconds as Venom whispers. "Let him in. We can handle him if he tries anything."
Izuku sighs before opening the door all the way allowing the Japanese man walk into the house. Clicking the door behind him, he takes off his shoes before sighing and saying. "New couch eh? Old one was the one you were made one. Wonderful little thing." Izuku blushes his jaw hanging open as he says. "Okay- Lets just uhhh forget you said that. What do you want? I keep asking but you keep avoiding dad."
This time Izuku spits out the word dad like Mina would a acidic piece of spit. Izuku's dad actually winces as he says. "I want to get to know you. . . I saw ya in the news and thought it's best to try and reconnect. Did any of my letters get through?" Izuku pauses not recalling any of the sort as he ask curiously replacing his hostility as he inquires. "Wait- Letters from when?"
Izuku father sighs clenching his fist for a second before breathing and saying. "From when I was in Jail- American prisons are shit but I hoped they would get the letters to you. Your mom probably ride of them to." This was news to Izuku who gaped as paused mid step to the kitchen asking. "Wait you were in Jail? For how long?"
Izuku's father pauses his brown eyes unreadable as he stares at his son before sighing and saying. "Three years. I got out on your seventh birthday. Thing about American prison is if you use your quirk to do community service ya can get paid for it. Foundry pays good for a quirk like mine. Did your mother not tell you any of this?" So many questions darted through Izukus head as he whipped his head around to stare at his dad the only question being asked is the one Venom says. "What did you go to Jail for?" Izuku's dad raises a eyebrow and leans down to look at the little tendril that made Venom hmming before saying. "Neat. Your quirk talks huh, well little quirk I went to Jail for Villany. Nothing major, keep in mind America's basically mixed heros and police their far stricker on ya if you break the rules. . . I got mad one night at something and I went on a rampage. Only property damage no one killed."
Izuku licks his lips as he walks over to the couch sitting down taking in a breathe as his dad sits down next to him as Izuku says "Why didn't you come visit then? Why didn't you call?" The answer Izuku receives isn't one that he likes. "You should ask your mom about that. . . Plus I didn't come near because- Well I'm afraid I would only attract trouble to ya. . . I'm a trouble magnet son. Ontop of that well shit".
Izukus father leans backwards taking in a deep breath as he mumbled here goes nothing. "I was afraid I'd be a bad dad." Izuku stares at his dad for a few seconds. The simple amount of bullshit he's dealt with today alone finally overloading as he shouts. "That's what you're worried about! Better then not being there at all I'd think! Maybe if you were there I wouldn't have been so darn lonely!" Izuku stands up his fist clenched as he stares at his dad who stands. The lumbering wall of muscle looking down at his son clenches his own fist before saying. "Because I had a shitty father!" His voice loud enough to be carried as h continues on. "Because, when I was your age my parents were forced to have me. Being born in a failing marriage! Being born out of a quirk wedding! I've dealt with alot of people Izuku but no one's going to hurt me like my parents did. They were shitty people, they loved calling me a fag if I wore tight Jeans or something minor or stupid maybe even harasses our chinese neighbors or they trained me for some stupid shit and not the heroing kind. . . I just didn't wanna fuck you up like they fucked me up." Izuku's father finished. Izuku loosens his lips and stares at his dad before saying. "O-Oh. . . I'm sorry?" His dad scoffs before saying. "Don't worry, and jeez kid you take more after your moms American side more than anything else 0 at ya. . . Also if you do get a boyfriend."
Izuku's father leans down and whispers. "I won't judge, but I will scare the little shit to make sure he doesn't hurt you." Izuku let's loose a breath of air expecting his dad to say something far worse as his dad says. "Well, I was considering attending that Sports festival. I hear there's gonna be some solid fights! Wanna come with?" Izuku blushes rubbing the back of his neck before saying. "Dad, I'm going to be in that. . . So like what are you staying in Japan or something or also I'm in that festival so I can-
His father nods smiling as he says. "Look kid you're not gonna help me get into the festival. I'm not gonna mooch off my own son. I'm proud as hell you're going to be a hero! Also here take this. I'll be returning to to the homeland soon! So I wanna keep in touch with my little hero." Izuku's dad reaches into his pocket pulling out a small strip of paper with his phone number on it. Right before he stands tall and heads to the door saying. "I'll be waiting outside, I think I hear your mother coming up the stairs-" He stops talking as the door comes open Inko standing in it pausing glaring at Izuku's dad and only saying one thing. "Kenta. . . Get out!" Kenta, Izuku's dad pauses before glancing at Izuku and simply leaving through the door.
Izuku frowns at that. . . As he opens his mouth to speak mom holds a single hand to him as she says. "hun, I will tell you what that awful man did when you're sixteen.. . Just stay away from him okay?" Izuku closes his mouth before giving a small nod and heading off to his room to do his homework. Only one question weighing heavier than any other in Izuku's. What had his father done to piss off his mother so much?
