Inko was filled with relief. Relief that her sons' hysterics were caused by his quirk and not something terrible. 'Finally,' she thought 'I was worried I was going to have to take him to the doctors.' Inko could only let out a sigh at that thought. Her son desperately wanted to become a hero, and she didn't think she could take the heartbreak if it turned out the boy couldn't develop a quirk. Now the Bakugo's son could stop picking on Izuku. She knew her son was being teased by the fiery blonde, (due to his lack of quirk) no matter how much Izuku tried to hide it. She absentmindedly pulled a carton of eggs out of the fridge 'Everything will be fine now.' She thought with a smile and continued to prepare her son's birthday breakfast.

As Izuku made his way down the stairs he started to take note of something odd. There were blobs scattered around his apartment. His green eyes widened as he watched one slowly crawl across the ceiling, and another blob make its way over his bare foot. He let out a shutter 'Disgusting.' He thought. He did not like how they felt, they were cold, slimy, and slightly sticky. It was just all-around gross. He shoved his foot into the air, causing the blob to slip off of it. It landed with a quiet gooey sounding "shluck" and then proceeded to make a jiggling motion from the gravity of the fall.

'They seem to be stretchy.' He thought idly. He also took note that his foot didn't have any traces of slime or goo on it. He wondered why that was, he would have to investigate further. Izuku continued his way towards the kitchen and took notice of the 5 blobs in the kitchen with his mom. One was sitting on the counter where they usually kept their supply of spices. He watched as his mom appeared to pull a salt shaker out from within the blob on the counter. He assumed since his mom can't see them he's probably the only one that can interact with them.

Now he was curious, if the blob was on top of their spices why weren't they falling over? He walked over to one that seemed to be enjoying its time on their living room couch and picked it up. It was like it weighed nothing. He put so much force into picking it up expecting it to be heavy, that it caused him to fall over on to the floor. He peeked over towards the kitchen to see if his mom noticed. She didn't.

'So the blobs are weightless.' He concluded. Since they weigh nothing they can't knock over objects, they can only shift their slimy bodies over them. This conclusion created another question in the boy's mind. If the blobs are weightless how are they staying on the ground and other surfaces? The boy quickly deduced that it must be the sticky slime keeping them grounded, and since the slime was sticky it stayed with the blob instead of surfaces, like Izuku's foot. He then realized that he was lost in his thoughts again, and was still holding the blob. 'EW' was his only thought as he chucked it across the room. It made a louder "Splat" sound as it smacked onto the wall. It continued moving itself on the wall, it seemed to have no purpose. 'They don't seem very smart. I wonder if they have brains?' He questioned.

Izuku was glad that he was discovering more about his quirk but he was quickly getting disappointed. So far it seemed that all he can do is interact with dumb, weightless blobs that can't interact with people other than Izuku. How is he supposed to become a hero with something so absurd?

Izuku made his way back towards the kitchen looking a little crestfallen. He sat at the table and watched is mom make breakfast, at least he gets a good meal. As he watched his mom make breakfast he took note of a blob slowly making its way towards his mom. Izuku decided to observe, maybe he can figure out why his mom was covered in them earlier. It inched its way up her leg, her torso, then it finally situated itself on her hand. His mom gave no indication that she felt the blob at all. This further confirmed Izuku's earlier theory that his mom can't interact with the blobs.

She was chopping tomatoes to put in what Izuku assumed was an omelette (one of his favourite breakfast dishes.) she was holding the knife with her right hand. This hand also happened to be the one with the blob on it. 'Is it attracted to people's movements? No that wouldn't make sense, mom was asleep when I found her covered in them. What does it want?' The boy was puzzled about these blobs he wanted to know what their purpose was, and what exactly was this quirk. His questioning thoughts were interrupted by his mom letting out a yelp.

"Mommy, are you alright?" he asked with a worrying tone.

"I'm fine sweetie, I just cut myself with the knife is all." She said, shuffling her way towards the medicine cabinet in the bathroom.

She came back with a fresh bandage, and a new blob on her other hand. Izuku's eyes widened. 'Where did that one come from?' His mom then proceeded to make his omelette. She was adding an egg into the frying pan when she let out another yelp, his mom had burned her finger.

"Oh dear, I just seem to be Mrs. Clumsy today, don't I Izuku?" She said this with a nervous chuckle, and yet again walked to the bathroom.

While his mom was gone, Izuku's mind was reeling. That couldn't have been a coincidence, the blobs just happened to be where his mom hurt herself. Both times. He whipped his head around towards his mom when he heard her making her way back. His eyes scanned for any new blobs, and let out a sigh of relief when there wasn't any. His mom took notice of his reaction.

"I'm fine honey, it's just a small burn, and it will be gone in a few days." She made her way back to the oven to finish breakfast.

Izuku was worried about the burn, but he was more worried about the blobs still on her hands. He didn't want them there anymore. So like earlier he thought really hard 'Go away' over and over. It was different this time Izuku realized with dread, they weren't moving.

He ate his breakfast, it was good of course his mom made it with love. He discussed his findings with his mom about his quirk so far, leaving out the part about her hands and the blobs. He didn't want to scare his mom until he was 100% sure about them causing the two injuries. The day played out, he watched TV, he opened presents, and he ate cake. The blobs stayed on his mom. No more injuries happened to his mother, and the blobs still didn't obey him. He was kissed goodnight and tucked in by blob covered hands, and then left alone to sleep.

He didn't. Or more like he couldn't. His mind was constantly thinking about the slimy creatures on his mom's hands. What if something happened to her at night? He wouldn't be able to do anything about it. So he quietly creeped out of bed and tip-toed his way into his mom's bedroom. He anxiously hovered over her sleeping form. He stared at the two inky black hands currently tucked under her head, and again thought really hard. 'Go away.' Still, nothing changed. What was so different before? He was so frustrated he wanted to cry, he just wanted the blobs to leave his mom alone, but they weren't listening to him. Then the metaphorical light bulb lit up above Izuku's head. Last time he was hugging his mom, maybe he needs to have physical contact with the person. He lightly placed his hand on her shoulder, careful to not wake her. Yet again he thought 'Go away' and just like that, the two blobs crawled their way off her hands.

Izuku wanted to shout with joy at the discovery. All he needed to do was touch the person to make the blobs leave them. He was so happy, he crept his way back towards his room and flopped himself onto his bed. He could stop worrying now. With his mind now at ease and his mom safe, he fell asleep within seconds.