When Inko had gotten home, Izuku was staring at his reflection in the mirror.
He had crawled out of his cage- I mean crib, and followed Hisashi into their room. He was then sitting in front of their full length mirror, absolutely mesmerized by himself.
Inko stood behind him, watching as her son tried to touch the baby in the glass.
"That's you, Izuku. You're so handsome aren't you? Yes you are!", she cooed.
Izuku's hazy eyes trailed up to look at her. He reached out towards her, babbling unintelligibly.
Inko picked up the boy, and he turned back to the mirror, reaching for it.
"I know you like it, Izu, but you be careful, it's glass and it can hurt you."
The baby's brows furrowed. "Ah!", he shouted. His baby fist tapped against the mirror, fruitlessly trying to break it.
"No Izuku. No breaking things That's very bad."
In one last effort of destruction, Izuku tried to headbutt the glass. It cracked, but now his forehead is bleeding.
'Fuck shit.'
Inko dabbed at the last drop of blood and placed a bandage on it.
Izuku's focus was once again taken off her, in favor of glancing in between his cup and small beach ball.
In a sudden moment of babyish genius, he picked up the ball, and shoved it into the plastic cup.
"That's not how you use it, Izuku. You drink from the cup and play with the ball. Not... that.", Inko corrected.
Izuku blinked at the combination he had created.
Guess not.
Well, you learn something new everyday, I guess.