This continued;
Every time Hisashi yelled, spoke in a loud voice, or his words seemed the slightest bit aggressive, Izuku would yell back and scowl.
'Getting into fights already? Hisashi's genes are stronger than I thought..", Inko thought to herself.
She was in the kitchen making food for herself and Izuku, said child sitting in his high-chair at the table. She let her thoughts carry her away, mindlessly stirring the pot on the stove.
Suddenly,
"EEKK!"
Inko squeaked as some of the boiling food splashed onto her arm. She rushed to the bathroom to get bandages, anticipating the next of young Izuku's worry storms.
Izuku pounded his baby fists against his chair tray, frustrated cries exploding from his mouth. His mother hurried back to him with a gauze patch on the burn, and picked up Izuku, rocking him and cooing gently.
"Shh, it's okay Izu, mommy isn't hurt anymore, no need to get upset, I promise."
Izuku's head was placed onto Inko's heart, the familiar beat soothing him from his formerly agitated state. As he calmed, his gray green eyes took on a glassy, unfocused look. The feeling of his mother's hand stroking his head lulled him into a content daydream.
Inko set the boy in his high-chair, and turned back to the simmering pot. She turned off the stove and filled two bowls with oatmeal, putting one in front of her silent son. He hadn't snapped out of his daze yet, so Inko reached out and booped him on the nose.
The baby's glossy eyes crossed to attempt to look at her finger, refocusing a second later.
While Izuku was playing with his spoon, Inko accidentally pressed on an uncovered area of her burn.
"Shit-", she cursed quietly. She looked up to see Izuku staring at her with an stunned look. "-ake mushrooms.", she tried to cover.
Izuku opened his mouth, an impish grin forming on his lips.
"Shit."
Yo, sorry for not updating in like a month, a lot of shitake has happened recently soooo... yeah.