"Izuku,"
The teen froze. He knew that tone. Still laced with his mother's usual worry and concern, but decidedly authoritative.
"Y-yes, mom?"
"I'd like to meet this trainer of yours. I'm worried about you."
Izuku's stomach dropped. He'd been training with his Sire for around three months now, hurrying to the man's apartment straight after school, coming home late, just barely in time for supper some nights.
"I-if this is about my schoolwork, I'm still doing really well," he mumbled, wringing the hem of his shirt nervously.
"It's not. I just want to talk to him."
"I…I don't know if he'll have time…" the teen tried again.
"He sees you every day after school. He must have plenty of time."
"Oh, yeah. But-,"
"Izuku," she cut him off, turning to look at her son, her eyes like steel, "Invite him to supper. Tonight, preferably."
Izuku could only give a short, sharp nod.
"Come in, come in!" Inko Midoriya smiled at the hooded man as he stepped over the threshold of their small home, eyeing him carefully as he slipped off his shoes and removed his cloak.
He was surprisingly handsome, in a way she couldn't quite describe, and well groomed, which may have had a hand in how her son seemed to have started taking better care of his appearance. His steps were careful, measured, as he followed her to the kitchen, the small woman inviting him to sit at the table.
"Would you like some tea?" she asked, a friendly smile on her face as she busied herself around the kitchen.
"Yes, thank you. It seems all I can stomach these days," the man said calmly, crossing his legs beneath the table, resting his hands on the wooden surface.
"Oh! Because of your quirk? My son told me that you can't each much food because of it," Inko hummed as she poured the drink into a pair of cups, placing one in front of the man, before taking the seat opposite him, "So."
"I believe you want an explanation of some sort?" the man asked, smiling gently.
"Yes, I do. Though a name would be nice as well. Izuku only ever calls you…what was it? Sire?"
"Yes. And it is for the best that he continues to refer to me as such. My true name can be, for lack of a better word, dangerous."
Inko started, her eyes going sharp as she inspected the man sitting opposite her. He didn't seem dangerous, at least not to her. Though there was something, something in her gut that was almost screaming at her.
"I believe you wanted to know about your son's quirk training?" the man interrupted her thoughts, making her jump slightly.
"Y-yes. Please."
"Before that, there is something I must confess," Inko raised an eyebrow at the look of regret that passed over his face, "I know the source of your son's quirk."
Inko gasped, staring at the man in shock, "H-he told you?"
"In a manner of speaking. Or, perhaps more accurately, I told him," The man sighed quietly, seeming to prepare himself for what he was about to say, "For you see, Madam Midoriya, I am the source of your son's quirk. I was born with the Vampirism quirk, and somehow, I have transferred it to your son."
"Oh," Inko said quietly, staring at the man sitting opposite her, his face a mask of shame and regret. Something in her clicked, "Would you like some more tea?"
"Madam Midoriya?"
"Is that a yes or a no?" she chuckled as she got up from her seat.
"But I was the one who attacked your son," the man said slowly, the confusion clear in his voice, "Are you not, for lack of a better word, upset?"
"Oh, I am," her words were clipped, making the man flinch slightly, "But this is the happiest I've ever seen my Izuku. And I was worried that he wouldn't be able to learn anything about his quirk but knowing that there's someone as knowledgeable about it as you helping him out is a …. Well a relief, really."
The man sat in stunned silence as Inko refilled his cup, sitting opposite him again.
"Of course, there's something else I want to ask you about, Sire-san," her tone lost its levity, her eyes going hard as she stared at the man, "Are you giving my son drugs?"
