I'm still deciding how to tie in TPN in with the story so that part of the story may or may not take while to appear :) Anyways, here's a slightly longer chapter because I had no motivation what so whatever in during my break but I'll try to get chapters done when I do, though who knows when that will be soooo...
Izuku stumbled into through the door, quickly closing the door and locking it in fear of them following him home. He tried to shake off the feeling but it clung on to him like a glue. He turned around, his heart still ramming the inside of his lungs. He realized it was dark inside, his mother must've already gone to bed. Izuku went into the mudroom and grabbed some bandaids and disinfectant, after cleaning and bandaging his cuts. He then crept quietly through the house and slowly made his way up to his room. Upon arriving, the white-haired boy got onto the bed and hugged his pillow tightly.
Izuku felt the hot liquid tears began to form in his eyes, blinking fiercely, he tried to make them go away. It didn't work, they kept on returning and soon they were flowing down his checks, unable to stop them. He tried to ignore the feeling of wet tears staining the pillow.
He tried to not to think about what happened but his thoughts forced him to revisit of the recent incident. Why? Why? He inwardly screamed. Why did I come out wrong? Why did this have to happened to me?Why does everyone hate me! He searched desperately for answer, any answer but to his despair he found none. The white-haired boy felt very alone and small as his mind replayed the memory. No one was there for him, no one.
Only his stinging wounds were there to comfort him.
For a while he sobbed quietly into his pillow, mostly because he didn't want to disturb his mother and that he didn't want to feel the embarrassment of explaining why he was out so late and what happened to his face...
Exhausted, he eventually fell into a uneasy sleep. It was like he was caught between a dream or actual sleep, Izuku was could see the beginnings of a dream but then the darkness void of sleep, he felt as if he was pulled back and forth, as if unconsciously he couldn't decide to dream or not.
When he woke up he was exhausted than ever before.
He could barely get out of bed. By the time he finally did his clock read, "9:50 a.m" He quickly got ready for the day and made sure to hide the bruises and cuts he got from his encounter last night. He sighed, they hurt even more than when he got them! But there was nothing he could really do about it. So he headed down stairs to see his mother, in the kitchen, baking something. His stomach grumbled loudly, whatever it was it smelled delicious.
He turned the corner, "Hey mom!" He greeted cheerfully as he could muster. "How are you today?" His mother only hummed in response, giving him a small smile before turning away. Why do you have to be like this? He thought, it was bad enough getting pummeled by his "friends" and having to wake up to this was tiring. Well, at least she's making me something so I guess I shouldn't complain. "So what's for breakfast?" He asked, pulling out a chair.
"Homemade Waffles with strawberries, your favorite." She replied, placing a freshly made stack on a plate. Izuku looked at his mother in surprise. He most certainly wasn't expected this(especially after the cold shoulder she gave him) but he was grateful. "Wow! Thanks." He said hesitantly, still a bit confused. "Didn't you have anything for breakfast?"
She just smiled as she brought over the stack of the homemade waffles with a glass of orange juice. Completely ignoring Izuku's question. He decided to let it go and gave her a big grin before pouring some on syrup and whip cream and dug in happily. He tasted the sweetness of the strawberries mixing in with syrup, absolute perfection!
He appreciated that his mother had remembered to add in the strawberries, those were his favorites. Lately though, when ever she made something it was only something she liked or a meal where she slapped stuff together and called it a day. Izuku wondered why she made this for him. It only made him think of the food she would put together in plastic containers and slid them in the fridge. She had started this a week ago and hasn't stopped, any time she would get home from work she would be making meals and then putting them in the fridge.
What is she going to do? She going to a party or something? A picnic? Izuku had thought earlier this week, he still wasn't really sure what to think of it but he never had the courage to ask. He wanted to avoid on getting on her bad side and he definitely wasn't going to question it now. His mother was in too good of a mood. But still, why was his mother doing this? Especially what happened after last night..did she know what happened? Or was it a coincidence. He wasn't sure.
The white-haired boy struggled to understand why his mother was suddenly doing this kind act for him after neglecting him for such a long time. Something good must've happened if she decided to do this, maybe? Then why celebrate with him, she made it clear she didn't want be around him. It could be used for a surprise picnic. Everyday... he thought wishfully.
He shook it off.
I'm just glad she's doing this- whatever reason she may have, I hope she realizes I appreciate a whole bunch! He thought gleefully. Izuku could already see if his mother becoming the mom he missed so dearly, he hoped that she would stay this way- if she did- the white-haired boy vowed to be the best son she could have! Despite not having a quirk, he would figure out something else to keep his mom proud of him. He promised!
Izuku felt a weird feeling come across him, happiness...Happiness... He was sure he hadn't felt that in a long while. Oh, he longed the feeling to stay, he do anything to have it there. He gave a big smile at his mother. "Thanks so much! Mom!" He said again, perhaps a little to eagerly.
The other part of his mind told him that he shouldn't keep his hopes up to high- he struggled to tamp the feeling but- down it was no use. He couldn't help it! Izuku was practically shaking with energy as he finished up his plate of waffles. Savoring each bite as he did so.
The boy slid from the chair and brought his dishes up to the sink where his mother took them from him, and started washing them.
Inko turned and smiled warmly. "Why don't you go play outside for a little bit?" She gestured a hand outside. "I'll clean up the rest so don't worry about me."
"Really? Okay!" The white haired boy called out as he slipped on his shoes, he stood up and waved before hopping to the door and closing it behind him.
Inko sighed, the joy that exploded on his face was like confetti being thrown everywhere. It was wonderful to see him like that, she hadn't seen him like that in a while..and yet... The dark-haired woman disbanded the thought and turned back around and continued cleaning up.
Izuku ran outside grinning from ear to ear feeling like he was on cloud 9! He decided to go to the park for a bit, wanting to get this pent up energy out. The white-haired boy hopped on his bike that was leaning on the side of the house and rode off. Eventually he came back wanting to play with something else.
He skipped around to the back of the house and opened the lid of the old plastic bin and reached for his dinosaur and car. The fluffy-haired child closed the lid and stepped back, heading into the small sandpit they had out back. Today the good guys would win this time!
Busily playing with the toys, he divided himself deep into the fantasy world he created with help of his toys. Izuku didn't know how long he played but he snapped out of it when he heard his mother's voice call for him.
Time to go inside already? It feels like I just started playing.
Izuku heard his mom call him again, her voice a little sharper this time. Not wanting to annoy her further(especially since she's in a good mood), he opened his mouth to reply but the words wouldn't come. Clasping his hands to his throat, he tried over and over to speak, he even tried to yell but when it didn't work, Izuku tried to get up. He stood up but only for his legs to wobble before collapsing beneath him. No matter what he did he couldn't get himself to move. He knew trying again wouldn't work either.
For some reason, he didn't panic, in fact he did nothing really. Izuku sat just there, feeling his entire body crash to the sandy ground, a coat of darkness washing over him before he even registered what just happened.
There was rummaging through drawers, quickly grabbing a few items from each one and stuffing them into the bag. Suitcase and duffle bag in hand, decided to go through the mudroom and into the garage. Once done the person threw the luggage into the back of the car. Opening up the garage door, they pulled out onto the road, made a turn, and were gone.