HalfafanD: Aaaannnd... we're back! Already I'm on a roll. As soon as the idea for this story popped into my head, I opened up my notes app and just started jotting down stuff like crazy. I already have like... 6 chapters outlined at this point. I've already figured out where I'm mostly gonna take the story, but I'm still trying to figure out a definitive end. If there will ever be one.
I at first thought about having Izuku's father show up (Hisashi Midoriya as you all call him), but everyone's kind of already done that. Plus Hisashi (though still an asshole in this story), is not a bad guy in here. He just kinda had his own issues and just up and left. He's not dealing with anything shady or got arrested or is some high-end villain. He's just a guy who just left his wife and son, simple as that.
For what reason? Well you'll find out here in this chapter. So let's get to it!
Disclaimer: My Hero Academia, or Boku No Hero Academia (whatever tickles your fancy), is not owned by me. All rights go to Kōhei Horikoshi and the respected animation companies working on the anime.
Which speaking of, I CAN'T WAIT until Season 4! It's gonna be great! And sad... really, REALLY sad. For those who've not read the manga, brace yourselves for many feels! Here's my advice: stack up on as MANY tissues as you can! You're gonna need them.
Me? I ALWAYS need tissues (stupid allergies). I'm the Tissue Queen! *royal music plays*
Like All Might Like Small Might
Aizawa blinked his dry tired eyes. The underground hero letting out a huge sigh as he did so. He could feel the problem child next to him shuffle his feet in nervous tension.
He closed his eyes again in irritation. That itch in his cornea just wasn't going away. And the suit was testing his last nerve. He honestly thought he wouldn't be wearing this again, let alone anytime soon.
Why was he even here again?
"Mr. Aizawa?" The man turned to look as his student. "You didn't have to dress up for this. You could've just come in your hero costume. My mom wouldn't have minded."
Oh right. Him.
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All Might blinked. "You want me to go with you to visit your mother?"
Young Midoriya clasped his hands together, head bowed. "Please All Might! I know we can request permission slips to leave school grounds on our own. But I know the school wouldn't allow a place so far away without a hero's supervision!"
The retired hero sighed. Placing the papers he was grading back down onto his desk. "Well, yes that's true. But whatever do you need to see your mother for? The letter for the school events is being sent by mail and she'll be here herself in a couple of days for both the open-house and the festival."
This was indeed an odd thing to ask, especially in Midoriya's case. Aizawa continued to keep a watchful eye on the conversation from his desk, having his own papers to grade.
After class had wrapped up for the day, most of the teachers had returned to the lounge to finish up on any paperwork they could squeeze in before the day ended. This was of course an ideal time for students to come and ask any questions they may have on anything.
It had barely been a week since Midoriya's last visit asking All Might to introduce him to Nighteye, and already the problem child was at it again.
Present Mic, who was standing behind Aizawa at this point nursing a cup of coffee, leaned down to whisper. "That kid's always in here about somethin', huh."
Midnight giggled. "And it's always with All Might too. I wonder if something's going on between the two of them."
Aizawa leveled a stare at the both of them. "Don't you two have your own papers to grade?"
"This is way more interesting than a bunch of silly papers. There's no way I'm missing this."
Why was this woman even a teacher?
The erasure hero merely sighed. "Well you do realize that they can hear you, right?"
Sure enough, looking over, Midoriya was flushed pure red, finding the floor absolutely fascinating while All Might gave them all a deadpanned look.
Nemuri just waved her hand in response. "Please, if the boy wanted privacy he could've asked in private."
All Might sighed, resigned to their new audience. He turned back to the greenette. "Young Midoriya, why do you want to see your mother so suddenly?"
Izuku slowly looked up, his eyes barely peeking beneath his green curls. "I... I just need to talk to her about something. After everything that's happened, I know she's been worried. And with that latest thing with Overhaul, I feel like it'd be better if I talked with her in person."
"If it's about that, why not just wait until the festival?"
"I can't! This isn't..." Midoriya searched to find the right words. "This isn't something I can talk about with her out in the open. It... it's a family matter."
Aizawa heaved a sigh. He had a feeling he knew what this was about.
"In that case, I'll take you."
"Huh?" Izuku blinked. Both him and All Might turned to the dreary man.
"I'll ask the principal to take you to see your mother tomorrow." Aizawa specified. "It'll have to be after class but we should have enough time in the afternoon. Course you'll have to work around that time for any homework or extra training."
All Might looked on in confusion. It wasn't like him to offer something like this. "Are you sure, Aizawa? I can take Young Midoriya. It's no problem."
"As your favorite just said, the school doesn't allow students to leave the premises without permission. If the destination is long distance, such as an work study, the student needs to have a hero chaperone."
All Might twitched. His attention towards Young Midoriya wasn't that obvious... was it? "Right, and I'm-"
"Retired." Aizawa amended. "If you go, we'll just have to send another hero. It'll be easier to just send one. Besides, I didn't get to meet his mother last time. This will be a good opportunity."
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Right, that's what happened. He should've kept his mouth shut.
"Mr. Aizawa?"
"Hm?" He looked down at his student. Oh right. "This is my first time meeting your mother. As her son's home room teacher I need to make a good impression. She's placed you in our school's care after all."
"Oh." He... wasn't expecting that. He never pictured Aizawa cleaning himself up like this for simple meeting. It was kind of surreal.
"But know this," He then aimed the deadliest glare he could manage. A intimidating aura of irritation coming off of him in droves. "I expect you to make up for this in class. Understood?"
"Y-Yessir!"
"Good." He then looked back over the complex. "Now which door is hers?"
"Oh, it's upstairs."
Izuku lead the way as they climbed up the stairs to his mother's apartment. Once they both reached it he rang the door bell.
He peeked at his teacher from the corner of his eye. He really needed to thank Mr. Aizawa for going through all of this for him.
He always seemed like someone who didn't want to bother with anything unnecessary. So for him to come out of no where and offer to take Izuku to see his mother; it was once in a blue moon. He idly wondered if Mr. Aizawa knew this was about his dad after hearing him in class yesterday. Did he even know about that at all?
"Stop staring at me. It's creepy."
Izuku flinched. When did he-?
Midoriya felt like slapping himself. Right, pro hero. He forgot. He quickly turned his gaze back to the door.
And perfect timing. The door cracked open to show his mother peeking through.
"Izuku?" She addressed, surprised. The door immediately slammed back shut before a few loud noises followed. No doubt his mother unlocking the deadbolt.
The door swung open again, now fully wide to allow them entry. She gave her son a big hug.
"Oh Izuku, my baby! I saw you on the news the other day! I was so worried for you!" She moved back, leaving her hands on his shoulders. "But you beat that villain, all by yourself. I'm so proud of you!" She came in for another hug.
"It wasn't just me, Mom." Izuku laughed. "Some of my classmates were there along with lots of other pro heroes. It was thanks to all their hard work that I managed to beat him." He then turned to smile at his teacher. "Like Mr. Aizawa. He was there too."
Inko turned to the man, taking in his appearance. "Oh, of course. Thank you for protecting my son."
Aizawa just nodded. "All I did was make sure he didn't do anything reckless." A habit his student no doubt picked up from a certain hero. "Your son did excellent work."
Inko nodded, still trying to place the man's face. Izuku quickly took notice of his mother's confusion.
"Mr. Aizawa's my home room teacher. He's also the underground erasure hero, Eraserhead."
"Oh! Yes, sorry Mr. Eraserhead. I knew you looked familiar and I remember seeing you at the press conference for the summer camp incident. Forgive me, I didn't mean to stare."
"It's fine, I keep out of the press for a reason."
"Right, I understand." She then gestured inside. "Why don't you both come in. I can make some tea. Izuku, would you show him to the table."
Izuku nodded, following his mother inside.
"Pardon the intrusion." Aizawa spoke, slipping off his shoes like Midoriya and stepping inside, the door now shut behind him. After putting on a pair of slippers, he followed his student to the table and sat down.
Izuku sat across from him while Inko finished making the tea. She poured three cups and set them all on the table before taking her seat next to her son.
"Mr. Eraserhead," She began.
The teacher put up a hand. "Just Aizawa's fine. I'm off-duty at the moment."
"Right, of course." Inko corrected herself. "Is everything all right, Mr. Aizawa? Did something happen? Is Izuku in any trouble?"
Aizawa shook his head. "No, nothing like that. I actually came to discuss a letter you may have gotten in the mail. Sent from the school?"
"Oh, that." The woman quickly got up and went back over to the counter where she placed the mail. Grabbing the letter, she set it down on the table before sitting back down herself. "I just got it this morning. I hadn't had a chance to open it though."
"The school is planning a cultural festival. Much like any other school except it's mainly for general studies and support group classes. Though Midoriya's class will also be participating." Aizawa explained. "But in light of the recent actions from the League of Villains, the school is taking extra precaution in opening the festival to the public. It's taken careful consideration by the school before deciding to open the festival, though we'll will be employing both the school staff and other heroes to act as security."
"The letter is a form for you to fill out so that when you visit the school, you'll be granted access that the average visitor can't get. In other words, not only will your son be able to show you his classroom, but he'll be able to show you the dorms and other areas restricted to the public. Though there will be some places off limits completely." He eyed his student.
Izuku began to sweat nervously. Why was his teacher looking at him like that?
"There's also an additional notice detailing in an open-house we're holding two days before the festival for the students' families. You'll be able to follow your son as he attends class and training throughout the day. Naturally our lessons will be slightly adjusted that day so you can participate in the lessons. Lunch will also be provided for the parents."
Inko cupped her cheek. "Me on the field? That sounds a little dangerous for the parents."
Izuku couldn't help but agree. Unlike him, his mother had zero hero training. And they would probably not be the only ones. Not everyone in his class had heroes in their families like Iida and Todoroki. That sounded like a recipe for disaster.
"I assure you ma'am that the training sessions were completely changed to allow the parents' participation. And even for the ones that weren't we have an area where the parents can view everything from a screen room. You aren't required to participate if you don't want to."
His mother hummed in thought. So Izuku decided to pitch in.
"It'll probably be something like a rescue drill. Or maybe bank-robbing scenarios."
She nodded, now getting it. So she'd act as a pretend civilian.
"I will admit, with all the times my Izuku has gotten himself hurt. And after all danger the school's faced. I've been worried for him. I know that's an occupational hazard for a hero, but for Izuku to encounter those things so soon?"
Aizawa chose to remain silent. Deciding to let Inko talk.
"...But then I heard about all his friends and the wonderful people he's met since he started school there. Izuku never really made any friends throughout elementary and middle school. All he ever had was Katsuki."
Her son gave another slight twitch. It was small enough for his mother not to notice, but to a pro hero...
Aizawa knew she was referring to Bakugo. But from what he's seen of the hot-tempered student, it was clear that what they had wasn't friendship. Maybe once, but any trace of that was long gone by the time they became his students.
The woman then turned to her son.
"So when you came home from your first day at U.A. to tell me that not only had you made one friend, but two? I was so happy for you. And since then I'd hear all these stories about how much fun you had with your classmates and what you guys did that day." She turned back to Aizawa. "The only thing Izuku used to go on and on about was heroes. But now... his friends and teachers are all he ever talks about. And when he moved into the dorms, he would go on and on about how they've arranged study sessions and movie nights and how they'd all sit in front of the TV and play video games on the weekends."
Inko smiled warmly. "So I think going to the open-house is a splendid idea. I want to meet all of Izuku's friends and their parents and thank all the teachers for taking care of my precious baby."
"Mom!" Her son lightly moaned, his face completely red. Maybe his friends were right; mama's boy indeed.
"We'll be happy to have you." Aizawa assured. "Even though you're not a student, I have no doubt you'll be able to take something away from this experience."
"I'm sure I will."
Izuku sighed in relief. The last time he was here, it took a lot of convincing to get her on board for the dorms. It wasn't until All Might bowed with his head on the ground that she finally understood. So needless to say, he was relieved to hear that she was already onboard.
"Alright, is there anything else?" Inko inquired. "Considering everything I doubt that's the only thing you wish to talk about. You wouldn't have come all the way out here otherwise."
Ah, perceptive woman. Aizawa noted. He glanced at his student. So that's where he gets it from.
"Yes, for me that is anyway." The man answered. Both Midoriyas perked at this. "There weren't any plan for the teachers to meet the parents again. The only reason we're here is because Problem Child here needed to talk with you."
"Problem child?" Inko echoed.
Izuku immediately sprung into action, waving his arms wildly. "Ahh! It's nothing Mom! Mr. Aizawa's just messing with me, it doesn't mean anything, really!"
Said teacher stood up. "I'll go ahead and step outside. Thank you for your hospitality. I look forward to seeing you again at open-house." And with those parting words, he left.
As the front door finally closed, an awkward silence fell over them. Izuku broke into a nervous sweat.
What should he say? His mother seemed so happy to see him in person again and about the open-house. And here he is about to ruin it with questions about his father, something that always made his mom sad when brought up.
"Izuku?"
No answer.
"Izuku, what did he mean by you wanting to talk to me?"
The boy gazed up at her through his bangs.
"I, I had asked Mr. Aizawa to take me here because I needed to talk with you."
"...Why didn't you just wait until I came to see you at school?" She then quickly backtracked. "Not that I don't like you visiting me. I was so happy to see you and hug you again." She gave another hug, squeezing her son in reassurance.
Izuku finally took a breath. "I wanted to ask about Dad."
The silence that immediately followed was suffocating. The only sound being Izuku's rapidly beating heart and his pumping blood. And the absolute whirlwind of thoughts dashing through his head.
Did he overstep his bounds? Did he cross a line? Did he break some sacred pact between mother and son and completely tarnished their relationship?!
Oh this was bad, very bad. He had to fix this. Be more specific. Maybe if he explained his reasoning.
Izuku quickly set his mouth to work.
"It'sjustthateveryoneinclasswastalkingabouttheirparentsandtheirdadsandwhentheyaskedmeIhadtotellthemthatIdidn'tknowanythingandtheyallgotsupermadabouthimleavingandIknowyougetupseteverytimeImentionhimbecausehereallyhurtyouwhenheleftandIknowitmusthavebeenhardbutIdon'tknowanythingabouthimsoasyoursondon'tIdeservetoknowI'msixteenafterallIcanhandleit-"
"Izuku."
"ImeanIknowitmusthurttotalkabouthimafterheleftyoutoraisemealone-"
"Izuku." His mother tried again, more sternly.
"ButI'myoursonandyoushouldn'tbearthisaloneIdeservetoknowthesethingsbecauseIdon'tevenknowwhyDadevenleft-"
"Izuku!"
Her son flinched. Red tinged his cheeks. Whoops, there he went again.
Inko gave him a sad smile, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry. You're right. You deserve to know."
Really, just like that? After all these years, she was finally going to tell him? No, this is too soon! Too sudden! He wasn't ready for this!
The boy rapidly shook his head. "No, it's ok! You don't have to tell me if you don't want to!"
"No, Izuku. I should've told you this a long time ago. Maybe then... maybe then you wouldn't have been as upset about not having a quirk."
He blinked. What did him being quirkless have to do with anything?
Inko took a deep breath. "I thought about telling you. But you were just a baby back then. And when your father," She winced. "...Hisashi, left us, he gave me an ultimatum. 'It's me or the baby' he said. I made my choice, and he left."
Izuku processed this, his mind picking apart the word association. "He... didn't want me?"
Her eyes widened. "No! Oh, no Izuku." She hugged her child, in hopes of reassuring him. "No, we both wanted a baby. We wanted to raise a family more than anything."
"...Is it because I turned out quirkless?" He tried again.
She shook her head. "No, we didn't even know what quirk you would get, let alone none at all."
Okay, now he was really confused. "Then, why did he leave? I don't understand."
"Because," Inko sighed. "Hisashi was never your father."
HalfafanD: Aaaannnd... done! There you go... you got your answer. Hisashi isn't Izuku's real father.
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Wait what was that? It wasn't what you expected? Well what WERE you expecting?
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Oh! You mean to see you came into this story KNOWING All Might would be Izuku's father in here. Well, that's kinda sad. Who would spoil themselves of the whole plot? That's like asking to be disappointed.
LOL! Ok, I know! I'm done. I've had my fun. Yeah, I know what I said earlier, but I wasn't lying. The basic reveal was in this chapter, and then we'll get the more detailed reveal (like exposition and stuff). Don't worry, you guys will get all the details... in the next chapter.
If I was smart in planning my uploads in the future, the chapter will be up by next week. Just for a while, you'll be fine. In the meantime, see if you can guess how this will all make sense. How exactly IS All Might related to Midoriya? How is Hisashi involved? Does Inko know about All Might? Does All Might know? How does it all connect? All those details.
You can leave your theories in your reviews. Also feel free to tell me what you think so far (even though it's only the second chapter). But please no flames, I worked really hard on this. Criticism is good but outright hate is just plain mean. But whatever the case I'd love to hear what you all think.
Also in the process of writing this story, I had to double check some of the names of the characters. And I just realized that Nemuri (Midnight's name) means sleepy. :P
See ya next chapter!