A child's wails cut through the air.
A baby boy was birthed into the world.
He looked just like his mother, but had features from his father. The emerald eyes, short tufts of forest moss hair, those were from his mother. The freckles dotted across the bridge of his nose that dusted over his cheeks were those of his father.
They were both so joyful; he seemed so happy and healthy.
He was the perfect child.
Where did it all go wrong?
They were so ₱ɆⱤ₣Ɇ₵₮.
Inko Midoriya, mother of newborn Izuku Midoriya, walked to her car with her husband, Hisashi Midoriya.
Hisashi was bumbling around like an idiot, not that anyone could blame him. He was the father of what was soon to be greatness, but that's for another time.
"Owh."
Inko looked down at her baby. "What's wrong Izuku?"
"Owh.."
"Are you sleepy?", she cooed.
Izuku blinked slowly, one eye before the other, mouth open in a 'O'. Inko rocked the child in her arms, stroking his head slowly. Drool dribbled down his chin as he babbled quietly.
"I love you Zuku.", she whispered. The baby hummed, the sound of his mother's voice soothing him to sleep.
Hisashi glanced over at the child, a small smile on his face. He poked the sleeping baby's cheek, and a smug grin stretched across his face.
"I made that.", he muttered. "That's my kid."