A/N: I swear, if Spinner dies in the manga I will find a way to kill AFO with my bare hands.
"It's Friday," Inko said in a sing-song voice as she kissed Izuku's forehead in the kitchen. "What would you like for breakfast?"
He shrugged as he sipped his tea. "What do you want?"
"Hmm…" she tapped her chin before winking. "I feel like a hearty meal, how about you? Omurice, some bacon, toast… what do you think? Sounds good?"
"Sounds great." Izuku finally cracked a smile as he stood from the kitchen table. "What should I do?"
"Get the rice, if you please." Humming, she walked over to the fridge and opened it, trying to locate the eggs.
Humming a tune, she began to grab the items she needed, smiling when Izuku set the rice cooker down on the counter.
"You're happy this morning," he observed quietly.
She just replied, "I just feel like it's going to be a good day."
As she reached for the cupboard, both turned, startled, as Kurogiri's fog began to fill the kitchen.
"Apologies for the intrusion, Madam," his voice seemed to reverberate around the room. "I have some… issues that require your assistance."
Inko blinked, and two more League members stepped out of the darkness. One clutched at his shoulder, the other stood regally - but one of his ankles seemed at a weird angle.
"Shuichi-kun, Atsuhiro-kun," she greeted in surprise.
"Hello, Mrs. Midoriya," the taller of the two greeted, tipping his hat as he bowed.
"What's the matter?" She brushed down her apron and hurried over, reaching out for Shuichi. "Are you hurt?"
"Slipped on the ice," he muttered through grit teeth. "Slashed my shoulder on a bench."
She silently turned to Atsuhiro in silent confusion.
"I may have twisted my ankle attempting to help," he admitted. Had it been anyone else both Midoriyas would have sworn he sounded sheepish.
Letting out a quiet sigh, she shook her head and chuckled. "An ankle I have no trouble treating. Izuku, be a dear and get the ice pack out of the freezer, please."
Laying a hand across Shuichi's uninjured shoulder, her brow furrowed when his hand pulled away long enough for her to see.
"Oh dear…" she murmured. "I have no experience treating someone with scales. I'll need your help."
"I'll be fine," he insisted. "I just need a bandage."
She turned to Atsuhiro again, incredulously.
"It's never stopped him before," the magician replied with a shrug as he leaned on his cane.
"Alright, then," she said, resigned. "Come with me to the bathroom and we can patch you up."
Izuku looked her way with concern as Atsuhiro settled into a kitchen chair and he handed him the ice pack wrapped in a towel.
"Alright, now let's look at that gash." She rolled up her sleeves and gingerly pried the scarf back. Clucking her tongue, she asked, "You don't have a good winter coat?"
"Can't afford one," he shrugged. "I don't go out anyway."
"You can't just freeze out there." She stared at him, dumbfounded. "Why don't you say anything to Tomura? Or Hisashi?"
Shuichi looked away, an embarrassed furrow to his brow. "It's… not like I can complain…"
"Well, I'm getting you a coat." Inko huffed, reaching for the nearest washcloth. She paused. "Um… what do you usually use to clean your wounds?"
"Water."
"Just water?"
He shrugged again.
Sighing gently, she soaked the cloth in water and turned to his neck and shoulder. Gingerly, she began to dab it along the bloody scales, checking his face every few seconds for any signs of pain.
To his credit, Shuichi took it patiently, standing still with his face turned away.
"How old are you?" She quietly asked.
"... twenty-one, ma'am."
"You're so young." She put the cloth under the water again, wringing out as much blood as she could." "And you're… friends with Tomura, right?"
"I… uh… suppose so."
"Good." There was a quiet relief, a smile playing on the corners of her mouth as she returned to cleaning the wound. "That boy needs… a lot of care. I'm glad he has even one friend."
"All done!" Inko called with a smile as she walked with Spinner into the living room. "How is your ankle?"
"It's manageable, ma'am," Atsuhiro answered with a bow of his head. "Thank you for opening your home to us."
"Oh, it's no trouble." She quickly waved it off. "Izuku, honey, would you mind telling Tomura his friends are here?"
Izuku looked up from where he was sitting opposite the magician and nodded. Hopping up, he speed-walked into the hallway and out of sight.
Shuichi watched him go with a contemplative look before turning his attention to the other two in the room. Quietly taking a seat next to Atsuhiro, he fidgeted with his hands in his lap.
It felt quite strange not having his scarf tightly wound to warm his neck, but with the gauze protecting the gash he supposed it would have to do.
"So!" Inko began with an inviting expression, leaning forward as she sat down on the opposite couch. "How are you liking the city thus far?"
"Midoriya…" Shuichi glanced towards the doorway. "I guess the apple really doesn't fall that far from the tree, does it? I wonder…"