It had been many years since Izuku's dad had left to 'get milk.' When Inko had first told her son that, he thought she was lying. After all, it was something heard on t.v that was code for "my dad left me." For years he thought his dad was a deadbeat who left when the doctor had claimed he was quirkless. So when one of his classmates asked about his dad, he was honest and stated that he was a dead beat.
Izuku's P.O.V
Kacchan, Aizawa sensei and I were at the store today. It was our turn to do the classes shopping. Of course Aizawa was there to chaperone us "Problem Children." I know he uses that term as an endearment. No matter what he may say, he cares for us. "Oi Deku! We should split up!" I inwardly cringed at the old nickname. I may have accepted it, but it doesn't take away the fact that he uses it as a derogatory term. "Okay Kacchan!" He ripped the grocery list in half and gave it to me. His red eyes glared into mine as if saying 'I dare you to screw up.' After a few seconds he turned around and walked away, leaving me with our teacher. "What's first on the list Problem Child?" 'Zawa sounded dead inside like always. Maybe I should get him something? Didn't Present Mic once mention something about how "Eraser secretly loves chocolate milk." I'll go get him some before I leave. My smile brightened as I cheerfully started getting the things on the list.
After getting everything, I asked Aizawa Sensei if I could quickly grab something from the cold section. He gave me a tired expression and said that we should be quick about it. I know that I probably should have just found a way to get separated from him, but it's Eraserhead. You can't exactly get away from him like that. He's logical, not stupid. Anyway- we're here. The aisle that has milk. I look around the isle, looking specifically for the milk. There's a man by the milk. He looks a little familiar. Maybe it was the shocking white hair, the height, or even the heat you could feel radiating off him. The heat felt really familiar. Oh Nezu, please don't be who I think you are. Just before I am able to tell Aizawa that we didn't need to get anything and that we could leave, the man turns around, a jug of milk in his hand.
I stare into those bright red eyes filled with shock. Hisashi. My father was here. Great. Just great. Nothing could make this worse. "What the fuck is taking so long Deku?!" Of course. Never say that things can't be worse because you will just be proven wrong. I break eye contact with my donor and turn to my childhood friend. I give him an exasperated look and gesture to Hisashi. "What the fuck is he doing here?!"
"I don't know Kacchan. I am just as confused as you are." Aizawa Sensei looks between us with an eyebrow raised. It was quite obvious that he wanted to know what was going on. "Do you know this man, Problem Children?"
"Sadly. Aizawa Sensei, meet my father." I could barely say that word. He does not fit such a title. He has been gone from my life for far too long with such little reason. It just fills me with a burning hot rage, almost as much as Overhaul does. Wait… Did I just compare my father to Overhaul? Pft. Well, their both bad fathers, so-
"Izuku…? Is that really you?" I snap out of my thoughts and once again turn to face him. That burning rage flared up even more. "You. You do not get to say anything. You left my mother and I alone for years! For no reason! And here you are, back in Japan, and you couldn't so much as call? You have absolutely no right to call yourself my father. And I am not your son. Hell- even my teacher, whom I have not even known for a year, is a better parental figure than you!" My face was red with anger and my throat burned slightly from the yelling. My vision was a little blurry, and I could feel a slight pressure in my head, most likely from the stress and anger. After a few silent moments, my vision fully came back and my breathing evened.
Hisashi looked stunted. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, as if trying to figure out what exactly just happened. He took a deep breath once he seemed to come to an understanding.
"Izuku. It seems that you do not know the whole story. I understand what you said and why you feel that way, but there are things that you need to know before you go about disowning me as your father." His voice and expression were both stern. My eyes widened in disbelief at his words. While it was true that I did not know the full story, it doesn't change the fact that he was gone for so long. I know I'm being a little petty, but it's hard not to. My "father" walked a few steps closer to me and held out the jug of milk in his hand.
"Here. It took me years to find the exact one your mother wanted. I got the milk."
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Magician Izuku
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