"Adopt me," Toga said to the green-haired woman, wide eyes looking at her pleadingly.
They were currently in the police station, in a room filled with Tsukauchi, Hawks, me, and Toga. After arriving at the police station, we were immediately brought in for questioning, each being questioned separately. After I went over what happened in the alleyway, stammering every here and there, I was brought back into a room with the other three.
The plain-looking man began to talk, calmly explaining that although they were planning on giving the blond girl more repercussions after what she pulled this past week, after getting her part of the story, things have been looking better for her. Before he could further explain what he meant, he mentions calling her parents which immediately dampened the mood for the girl, her usual grin wiped off with a scarily blank look.
If the sudden change in attitude creeped the brown-headed man out, he didn't show it. He continued to talk, although his expression became pinched when coming to a certain point in his conversation with her parents. Turns out that they didn't want to see their daughter- or well, not anymore as they have announced that they've decided to disown her (causing the girl to relax which brought up so many red flags) saying that the incident before her disappearance was their breaking point.
He then went on to explain exactly what happened to both me and the winged hero, who was currently standing to the side while carefully watching everything go down. He didn't talk much, wearing his usual laid-back grin, not budging throughout the whole conversation.
Tsukauchi then continued to explain the incident in which she attacked a male student at her school, knocking him unconscious before making a small stab wound to fit a straw in his arm and suck the blood out of him.
I cringed back at that, hesitantly glancing at the topic of the conversation who doesn't seem to be paying much attention. Glancing back at the blond-haired hero, he also doesn't seem very bothered, although I have a feeling it's just an act.
The human lie detector seemed to pause for a while, paper in his hands before he continued talking about the fact that they have also noticed that when investigating the scene, most of the blood seemed to belong to her. Judging from the information they've gotten ahold of and after questioning the victim who woke up not long after being found (since his wounds weren't very serious) he wasn't able to get any hits on her before he fell unconscious. Hence, she was most likely injured beforehand.
The fanged teen looked up at their questioning stares, more than happy to answer them as she went on to explain that beforehand she was pushed down the stairs by some of her bullies which caused her to get some bruises on her legs and arms, but the blood came from her head injury. My eyes widened in horror at the reveal, eyes going over her body to spot any lasting wounds while the other two men managed to hide their expressions easier.
Although if you looked closer you'd notice that Hawks' eyebrows were furrowed a bit and that Tsukauchi's jaw clenched ever so slightly at her words.
Tsukauchi then asked if the boy she attacked was one of her bullies, which she immediately denied, shamelessly announcing that he was her crush. This only further confused the adults, before she decided to pity them and answer their questions further.
"Well, you know how my quirk is blood-based and all? So when I smelt my blood it kind of triggered my quirk, which sort of affected my behavior, although usually, I would be able to hold the urges off, I haven't had blood for so long so it was way-" she said dragging on the y "-harder for me to hold off. Mum found my stash of blood- don't worry it's not human blood- and threw them all away! She's such a meany, always asking why I can't just be normal... I hate her. But yeah, I tried to go to the bathroom so that I could wait for the effects to disappear, but then I saw him walking down the hallways and one thing led to another and there I was, sucking the blood out of his arm" she visibly deflated at the end, murmuring that he won't love her anymore because she scared him off.
My eyes were wide, tears threatening to fall as I brought the young girl in for a hug, which she immediately flinched back at but after a second of my arms wrapped around her small and thin form, she immediately melted into the touch.
The officer opposite us frowned as he wrote everything she said onto a piece of paper, knowing that she was telling the truth as he made sure to put a side note of child neglect, and emotional and possibly physical abuse. The latter just in case. He'll have to investigate a bit more into the family later on.
Hawks however wore a pinched expression, understanding what it's like to have parents yell at him or deny him certain rights. Although his situation is much more severe and complicated, he still could relate to her when it came to certain things that came to his quirk. People only like the pretty side of his quirk, after all, the commission made sure he knew that, and if he didn't, they made sure to beat it into him. When he was her age he already had the commission engrave that he was not allowed to show his other bird characteristics to the public.
It was difficult to hide his true self from the media, but his survival instincts naturally did whatever he had to, to survive.
Although seeing the older woman comfort the other girl made his stomach turn, jealousy eating away at him as he wished he had someone like Inko when he was younger. Right after having that thought, he immediately berated himself, reminding himself that if Inko approached him with such kindness when he was younger, then not long after she would disappear without a trace because of the commission. Everyone who dared to help him growing up only suffered the consequences. No point in dragging the kind woman into his business.
Desperation still resonated in him at the scene, but he made sure to keep any of what he was feeling off of his face. Years of training came to use as he kept his face as neutral as he could.
A cough brought the two girls' attention, as Tsukauchi asked if they wanted water or tea before they could continue talking. Both rejected his offer, letting him continue their original discussion about why they've decided that she won't be charged much for her crimes this past week.
"After questioning Toga over here, it was brought to our attention that all of the attacks that you've done have either been triggered in self-defense or because of your quirk. Although the latter doesn't excuse your actions, because of your age we've decided to go easier on you in the hope you do not repeat these actions if given the proper needs for your quirk" he calmly explained to the two although pointedly looking at Himiko near the end.
"Proper needs?" The girl asked with furrowed brows
"Yes, from now on you will be given weekly packages with blood-filled bottles so that you won't have any... incidents at the cause of your quirk being triggered again," he said pausing for a bit in between.
Himiko beamed at the officer, glad to know she won't be forced to abandon her need for blood. Inko smiled at the officer too, eyes still red from crying while Hawks held a faint smile on his face at the teens' reaction.
"Another thing we need to discuss is where you're going to be put now that you don't have a family to go back to" the mood immediately took a 180 as Toga's face turned blank, lips curved into a frown. The winged hero looked on at the kid in pity while Inko held her hand to help reassure the younger girl.
"I don't want to be put into an orphanage" Himiko scowled at the idea but the officer only sighed.
"You don't have a choice unless you already have somebody willing to adopt you then there's nothing we can do"
Himiko considered his statement for a moment before her eyes widen as if having an idea.
And that's how the young girl asked the older woman to adopt her, leading the said woman to stare back at her in bafflement. The two other adults looked on in interest, one of them who have already suspected that something like this would've happened.
"eh"
The hero quietly laughed at her reaction, a laid-back expression on his face "Well, the girls waiting for your answer ma'am"
Tsukauchi also chuckled a bit at her expression, which snapped her back to reality. She sent a hesitant look back at the girl next to her who looked up at her with such desperation. She bit her lip as she pondered the offer.
Inko was told that she was too kind or accepting of others, which honestly she can't deny after yesterday's stunt. Seeing the child who was only a year older than her dear Izuku made her heart ache, the motherly side within her telling her to just say yes. It's been months since her first child's passing but it still hurts, adopting another child feels like she's betraying him. Replacing him.
A part of her is screaming just do it, while another part is berating her for being so heartless to replace her biological son so soon. She ignored both voices, deciding to think to herself. She knows she has to move on sooner or later, her son's death still holding a grip on her after all these months, but maybe taking care of another child would help her. Maybe taking care of another child will fill that hole in her chest after both her husband and son's death.
Answer now settled, she looked back at the child whose face dimmed at the lack of answer, taking both her hands in hers as she gave the teen her reply.
Smiling softly, she finally said "I'll adopt you-" and was immediately pounced on by the end of her sentence, the blond girl wrapping the green-haired woman in a hug, her face dug into her chest as she let out a sound of glee.
Inko paused in surprise for a bit but relaxed after a while, putting a hand on top of the girl's hair, letting her fingers run through her golden locks. The winged man who stood aside smiled, face softening although something close to jealousy flashed in his eyes. The man looked away, letting his eyes wander the room while Tsukauchi only smiled at the scene, not noticing the other man's inner distress.
fast forward to after everything's said and done, paperwork signed and questions answered, all four stood outside the police station about to bid their goodbyes. A taxi already called, as they waited on the side of the road, Tsukauchi returning to his office after saying goodbye to the three.
"Are you sure you don't want to come back and have dinner with us again?" Inko asks, brows furrowed in worry.
"Yes, I'm sorry ma'am but duty calls and I'm pretty sure the commission is already pissed that I didn't return yesterday," he said cringing a bit at the end because he knows that they're going to be on his ass when he returns. He should've just left when he could but seeing that glint in the woman's eyes made him stay. Also, the way she smiles at him reminds him of his mother, although his memories of his parents are blurry and most of them are of him being either ignored, abused, or yelled at, there was only one time that his mother genuinely smiled at him. That was before she sold him off to the commission.
"Oh... well, here's my number if you ever need a hot meal or a place to stay" she smiles at the man "never hesitate to call sweetheart" he couldn't help but look away before he starts to consider calling her, although he makes sure to pocket the paper with her number on it.
"Yeah birdman! It was fun talking to you, maybe next time you could let me ride your back while you're flying!" The younger blond shouted from next to her newly dubbed mother, face brimming with cheerfulness up at the other blonde.
He only replied with a huff as he sent her a teasing grin "alright, just don't blame me if I accidentally drop you kid" which caused the two to get into a back and forth of them teasing one another before coming to a halt because their ride finally arrived.
Toga huffed but entered the vehicle first, Inko entering after bidding a farewell and flashing the younger adult another smile.
When the two eventually were out of sight, the laid-back grin on the winged hero's face dropped as he stood there for a while. He sighed to himself before preparing to take off into the sky as he thought.
'welp, won't be getting much sleep tonight'
The UA entrance exams are in a few months and fuck it, I'm nervous.
You must be thinking why the fuck would I, Bakugou Katsuki, be fucking nervous? I've been ready for this moment my whole life, except the reason for most people being nervous to take the entrance exams of Japan's number one hero school is because they don't know if they'll make it in. I however am confident in my abilities to make it in. So no, that's not why I'm nervous. Why I'm nervous is because I'm reconsidering trying out for the exams.
Before I could go into more detail about my current inner crisis, let me talk about how it's been in the Bakugou household these past few months.
You see, after my dad managed to convince me and mum to get some therapy, things have been changing. Let's start with my mum.
It started small, with her lessening the jabs she makes at me every day, to sending me weird glances now and then. Then after a few weeks, the hitting dropped drastically, her glances at me becoming a recurring thing every time she sees me. Then in the second month, after I finally get used to her not yelling at me, making comments on my strength, or hitting me on the head, I start to finally understand the glances she sends me.
Guilt.
That's the type of looks she sends my way, although what I'm confused about is why she would be sending me guilty looks. Well, at first I didn't understand until I asked my therapist about it. She calmly explained to me that my mum was probably recognizing all the wrong-doings which she did to me, wanting to finally make up for it.
She then asked me if I wanted to further talk about the emotional, verbal, and physical abuse I've been enduring since I was a child which promptly sent me into a fit, yelling that I wasn't abused. I mean, I thought I wasn't. Security had to come in and hold me back from making any more explosions that could hurt her, but when I glanced back her way she only looked at me with a sad look. It only made me angrier. I've been given that look a lot lately, although the first time I was ever given such a look was by Izuku back when we were kids. That thought dimmed my anger, sorrow entering my mind instead.
In my therapy sessions, I only talked about Izuku and what I could have done better. But now I have to deal with supposedly being abused which probably affected my behavior growing up? Bullshit. Well, that's what I thought at least.
The next day I returned calmer after reflecting on everything in my room and researching more things on the internet... I talked. I decided to open up about my feelings about my parents, the days I would go on a jog after an especially heated fight, the days I would hide in my room and lock the door so that I wouldn't get a scolding from my mum. I just continued to talk until my throat went dry and I was offered a glass of water.
Why did I talk you might ask? Well, I made a promise to change. If this therapy shit helps then so be it. If having to accept that I was abused, then so be it.
My dad has been doing better too, I've especially noticed the changes with him after the first week of attending therapy. He speaks up more, offers his opinion every here and there, and succeeds in breaking off any arguments between me and my mother. He's finally playing a more active role as a parent, and a small part of me wishes he was more like this when I was younger. Maybe if he just stood up to mum more often as he did now, finally taking my side at times or telling me when I'm wrong, then I wouldn't have turned out so fucking messed up in the head.
Although I know I shouldn't blame my dad, it's not his fault. It's mine. I chose to do all that shit and I can't change it so I've got to live with it.
I've also noticed that he seems to smile more often now compared to before. He would always have that nervous or exasperated expression on him, but now I can see him sending me or mum soft smiles when he thinks we're not looking, probably noticing the improvement in our relationship. I can tell that his behavior has been rubbing off on mum too since whenever he smiles, she mirrors his expression not long after...
... it was nice.
Things have changed a lot, my parents are happier and our relationship has become healthier but... then there are those doubts.
Coming back to the crisis which is in my head, I don't know if I even want to be a hero. If I should be a hero. It's so stupid if you really think about it, after all, I never once doubted myself before my therapist went spouting that stupid shit again.
"Bakugou, did you ever really want to be a hero? Or was it expected of you"
I still can't answer her question. I never thought about it before, so bringing all this to my attention only a few months before I take the UA exams really pisses me off. Why did she have to go and ask me something like that now of all times? It might have been what's best for me but, still...
It made me wonder back to when I first developed my quirk. Although I wished to be a hero even before that, I was just a kid. A kid who didn't know my damn timetables.
My obsession with becoming a hero really solidified in the years following the development of my quirk. The praise, the looks of awe, the words of encouragement... I was always told how heroic my quirk was or how great of a hero I'll soon become.
Even after the sludge incident, with me, almost dying and having to be sent to the hospital to have surgery on my throat because it was messed up during the whole incident, I was praised. Then once I was released a day later, because luckily the surgery only lasted a few hours with me and my parent immediately leaving afterward because I would rather be caught dead than be left in that damn hospital any longer, a bunch of police officers was outside of our house.
I still remember the looks I was given as I entered the police station for questioning. Disgust and wry glances were aimed at me as me and my parents walked behind the officer. I would usually just glare at those who dared to look at me that way, but something was different. They whispered behind my back, something about some kid committing suicide and me being the cause. It made me blink in confusion and furrow my eyes, wondering exactly what happened for me to have to be dragged here. I glared at the floor as I walked beside my parents, trying to ignore the ongoing stares and whispers.
'was this how Deku felt?" I thought back then.
Being reminded of how I treated Izuku made my stomach turn in guilt.
I've been losing sleep these days, dreams haunted by a green-haired boy on a rooftop and whispers of all my wrongdoings. I know my parents have noticed the growing eye-bags I've started to develop, I can sense their worrying gazes even without looking their way. It irks me.
One day I got the genius idea of searching up how others viewed the quirkless. Surprisingly the search results involved a lot of heroes speaking up about the quirkless community, showing their condolences for all those who were wronged by society and took their life. What really did it for me was when I found a video with All Might talking about this subject, although many of the articles and videos had him speaking up about the prejudice against the quirkless, this one stood out to me because a certain part in his speech.
"I believe that if you ever plan on going down the path of a hero while also being discriminatory against the quirkless, or anyone at that, then hero-work most likely isn't for you. Such acts are not heroic or acceptable for someone seeking such a career path."
This leads me to the present, with me standing in front of the Midoriya household. The place looks the same as usual, although I've noticed the rows of flowers planted in front of the house, remembering that auntie mentioned taking up gardening about a week or two after Izuku's death. Me and my parents understood that the real reason she took up gardening was to cope. Our therapists have recommended the hobby to us but we mutually agreed not to take up the activity because my parents both don't have the time or enough knowledge on how to take care of plants while I just don't find the whole thing worth my time. Seems fucking stupid to me.
Before I could knock on the door after standing there in contemplation for a few minutes, the door suddenly swung open revealing a blond girl smiling up at me, who although is shorter than me, I suspect to be older than I am.
"Is auntie home?" I said not wanting to be in the girl's presence any longer because of the weird stare and grin she directed my way. I returned the look with a glare that didn't seem to faze the other much.
"Do you mean Mrs. Midoriya?" the girl finally said
"Yeah yeah, I need to talk to her if she's here" I replied, although curious about the other girl's affiliation with auntie, didn't bother asking who she is. I didn't come here for her.
"Oh okay- MOM, SOME BLOND BOY NEED'S TO TALK TO YOU! HE CALLED YOU AUNTIE"
"OH- IS IT KATSUKI?" the girl's mom now revealed as auntie replied, shouting from the other side of the house.
"WAIT LET ME CHECK- Are you Katsuki by chance?" she said turning back to me with a neutral smile on her face.
"Uh- yeah... that's me" I replied, messing up my words a bit because of the surprise of hearing the blond girl call auntie her mom. Never knew she had another child other than Izuku, plus the girl looks nothing like auntie. She could be adopted but then why would auntie adopt her after Izuku died only a few months ago? Is she trying to replace him?... I want to feel angry but I don't know if I have any right to feel so. My therapist says that people cope in different ways when it comes to the loss of a loved one, maybe this is her way of doing just that?
I was pulled out of my thoughts by the other teen shouting a reply. I start to hear footsteps coming towards us, looking in the direction of where it came from I see the green-haired woman smiling our way with a bead of sweat on her forehead from whatever she was doing beforehand.
"Ah, Katsuki it's nice to see you again sweetheart! Come in, come in! Me and Toga right here were making lunch, I just finished!" She said as she made gestures for him to follow her.
"Yeah, we made chicken curry and rice! You're gonna love it Kat" I scowled at the sudden nickname but held myself back from snapping at the girl- now known as Toga- because auntie was nearby.
"don't call me that," I said instead, voice low so as to not garner any attention from the green-haired woman walking in front of us.
"Nah, I like the name Kat" she replied, cheekily smiling at me which only further pissed me off.
All three of us were now seated with me opposite the other two, the food already set on the table and plates plastered in front of each person. I at first politely refused to have lunch with the two but was immediately shut down by the older woman's glare.
I always made sure to not get on her bad side, knowing that even though I was physically stronger than her, for some reason her glare always makes me feel smaller, my insecurities feeling as if they were on full display for her to judge. It was humiliating.
So I did as she said and joined them for lunch, helping them set the table and taking a seat once everything was done. Before we could start eating, Auntie spoke up
"Oh! I forgot to introduce you two!" an embarrassed laugh escaped her mouth "Katsuki, this is Toga Midoriya, I adopted her last week! Toga, this is Katsuki Bakugou. He's a close friend's son and like a nephew to me" she gestured to me as Toga beamed with a strange gleam in her eye. I cringed back a bit when the girl's gaze traveled to me, smiling wide which revealed her fangs.
'I'll be calling her fangs from now on' I thought to myself as I only nodded to the other girl in greeting before refocusing on my food.
We continued eating in silence, a bit awkward because of how the blond teen would stare at me with a creepy smile which was returned with my own glare, while auntie only glanced at us both and sighed.
Once we were done eating, auntie got up to collect the plates which led both me and the other blond to abruptly stand
"I'll take them auntie" "I'll take them mom," both of us said at the same time, causing the said woman to softly laugh at us, as she denied our requests for help and went to the kitchen to drop off the dishes.
Once she returned, she gestured for me to follow her to the living room
"I supposed you're here to talk? Let's go take a seat first okay dear" I just nodded as I trailed behind her, Toga also following suit.
once again we were seated with me opposite the green-head and blond. "Would you like for Toga to leave or stay?" Auntie asked, me answering with a short 'leave' as the said girl hopped up from where she was seated, and jokingly saluted before disappearing through the door.
I sent a suspicious look to where she left, noticed by the woman opposite me.
"Don't worry, Toga wouldn't eavesdrop since she's probably in her room doing whatever it is teenagers do these days" she reassured me, dimming my worries as I went back to focusing on the woman.
"Okay..." I started off, hesitating now that I'm here.
"You don't have to start talking right away, just take your time," she said, reminding me of my therapist.
I barred my teeth, angry at myself for being such a coward now that I'm finally here. 'Don't chicken out damnit' I said to myself before taking a deep breath
"Do- do you think I can be a hero? Or- well you know... do you think I deserve to be a hero?" he finally let out, although messing up his words which caused him to blush and angrily berate himself in his head.
"Huh? Of course I believe you deserved to be a hero" I clenched my fists and turned my gaze back at hers
"I'm being serious auntie, I need you to be honest with me" she frowned but nodded
"I am being honest Katsuki, I whole-heartedly believe that you, Bakugou Katsuki, deserve to be a hero" I stared at her in disbelief, eyes narrowing before finally I sighed in defeat
"Why though?- you don't make any sense... after everything I did how could you-" I groaned in confusion as I slouched further down in my seat. "You're just like him, way too forgiving," I said quietly, freezing once I realized that I said that out loud.
Sparing a glance at the woman in front of me, I'm surprised to see a sad smile plastered on her face.
"Katsuki... I've met a lot of people in my life who've done bad things, most worse than anything you've ever done" she sighed "the difference between them and you is that you were- are willing to change! It may not seem a lot, but it does make a difference."
I stared at her, unsure of what to reply to that
"I can tell that Izuku's death has taken a much bigger toll on you than I initially thought... just know that I'm here, willing to talk to you if you want. I'll be completely honest with you," she said, smiling softly at me.
I laughed, the sound coming across as sad and broken. Looking back at her, I asked "How- how can you be so nice to me?" I looked down at my hand, clenching and unclenching my palm to stop myself from shaking.
"To be honest, I didn't forgive you at first" she finally said after a pause. I looked back up at her, surprised at the bluntness in her tone "I thought that I never would at first... but then the weeks following Izuku's death, with you and your parents visiting every now and then... I just saw something familiar in your eyes. I really did think that I'd hate you, but who am I kidding. You're just a kid. A kid that was led down the wrong path and is now realizing their mistakes" tears started to develop in the corner of her eyes as she looked at me and smiled.
"How could I hate you when you held the same expression as I did whenever I looked in the mirror. That would just be hypocritical of me. I was no better than you when I did nothing to help Izuku as he suffered for years on end" I went to protest but she continued on before I could "I've been thinking back on that promise I made with you a few months ago, with me telling you to be a hero- the number one at that for Izuku... I now understand that that was selfish of me" this time she let her tears fall, her expression full of regret
"Be whoever you want Katsuki, if you choose to be a hero then so be it, but don't do it for Izuku. I want you to live your life without regrets, like what I'm trying to do now that I have Himiko in my life. You are your own person, don't let anybody tell you otherwise" she finished off her part as I stared speechless at the woman.
I soon mirrored her expression as angry tears escaped my eyes.
'Why does she have to go and say that- god I've become such a crybaby' I thought to myself while staring back at the woman who directed a sincere smile towards me.
Looking at the blond teen rub at his eyes as he tried to wipe away the tears falling, I couldn't help but wander back to the first few meetings after Izuku's death.
Things were awkward whenever the Bakugou family would come over, with Mitsuki trying to start small talk, Katsuki unusually quiet while trying to avoid contact with me, and Masaru only speaking up after his wife does. Although I answer their questions and talked about my day a bit, I could tell that what made everyone so uncomfortable would be the multiple pictures of Izuku and my husband plastered around the house and the growing bags under my eyes showing that I haven't been sleeping well these past few weeks.
Thing's started to take a turn when Masaru surprisingly asked if he could help out with making dinner while they were over. This soon developed as the rest of the Bakugou's were suddenly also in the kitchen, helping me as I prepared the food.
One day it was only me and Katsuki in the kitchen because Mitsuki was called away for work and Masaru had to go get some ingredients that ran out while we were cooking. Katsuki stayed in the kitchen peeling the potatoes with me as we waited for his father to return. Things were awkward at first but soon I started to talk about the first thing that came to mind, which was heroes. I got an impressive amount of information on different heroes because of all the times I listened to Izuku ramble on about them.
He first replied with short awkward answers, clearly uncomfortable with talking with me, fast forward a month and he's started to add on his own knowledge about certain up and coming heroes. It was sweet how he'd censor himself around me, knowing that I didn't appreciate cursing in my house.
Not long after we had a mutual bond, we're not exactly close but we're finally somewhat comfortable around each other.
I started to slowly realize that maybe my feelings towards him were a bit harsh. He was barely fresh out of middle school after all, if there was anybody I should be lashing out on then it should be the teachers (who I made sure paid the price, but that's a story for another time).
I get that his age doesn't excuse his actions, but I can tell it's been eating him up lately. He always looks so tired, his voice not as loud as before and his confidence noticeably dimming. He still has his anger bursts but they lack the usual heat in them, coming off more like he's on the verge of a mental breakdown (which has actually happened before).
Katsuki was tired. exhausted. Similar to how I was the first few weeks, wanting nothing more than to rot away in my room. Although it still happens on my worst days, with panic attacks and mental breakdowns popping up whenever I'm randomly reminded of Izuku, me being an adult I am aware of my problems and seek help for them. Katsuki however is a teen, and his brain is not developed enough to realize his own needs. That and his unhealthy mindset, an obsession with being the strongest which means I doubt he'll ask for help right away.
Although I'm glad he's finally sought to talk to someone who wasn't his therapist (which surprised me when I heard that everyone in the bakugou family does not attend therapy), what surprised me was that he came to me to talk.
He always looked so self-conscious around me so him doing this really shows that he's changed. I don't think I've fully forgiven him, but I'd be stupid to think that he's not trying.
It was around 4 pm when I decided to leave. Standing outside the Midoriya-household once again, I stood there for a second before finally staring back at auntie with determination resonating off of me. "I want to be a hero" she looked taken aback at my abrupt announcement but quickly covered it up with a smile as Toga, who stood beside her, only looked between both of us in confusion.
"I don't think I really see myself doing anything else, so I'll continue trying to be the best hero I can be... I want to change and be a better person- but also inspire others to change" I blushed a little in embarrassment at the green-haired woman's perplexed expression, but before I could turn around and frankly run away, she pulled me in a hug.
"I'm proud of you Katsuki" she whispered to me. I froze for a while, before stiffly returning the hug. Before I could pull away, another pair of hands wrapped themself around me.
"Yay! Group hug!" Toga said as she squeezed the two of them with a wide smile on her face.
A tick mark appeared on my head as I tried to refrain from pushing the other off of me. 'I swear if this dumb blond doesn't-' auntie laughed at my clearly ticked expression as she held the both of us closer.
I huffed as I just let the two continue the hug.
'It's going to be so annoying when mom meets her... now I'll have to live with two blond women annoying me 24/7'