"Nonononononononono! Don't say that, Izuku!"
The baby cocked his head, wide grim stamped on his face.
"It's a bad word, you shouldn't say that."
Izuku giggled. "Shit.", he muttered, gazing down at his distorted reflection on his plate.
"Izuku!", Inko scolded.
The baby giggled again, doe-eyes too focus on the image of himself to pay attention to his mother's words.
Inko sighed. While she was glad that Izuku was talking prematurely, a swear was not what she had in mind.
"Please don't say that word, Izuku. I shouldn't have said that around you.."
Izuku gave his mother a sideways glance. There was a tilted smile on his lips, his eyes narrowed, and his eyebrows elevated.
Inko wasn't dumb, she could recognize a manipulative look; Hisashi used it all the time-
"Izuku.", she warned.
Izuku laughed.
Izuku was sitting in the living with his father, who was watching TV.
The greenette was staring at Hisashi with the intensity of a raging fire. Unfortunately, the man wasn't paying the slightest bit of attention to him.
The phone rang. Hisashi got up to answer, and Izuku could hear his father laughing from the other room.
"Shut the fuck up, I did not! You're such a liar!"
As the boy listened to the voices, he repeated,
"Fuck."