Happy Mother's Day!

Suggested by LogBook27062000 and OrangeLamb

In the back of his mind, Aizawa knew Izuku would have questions. He just didn't think it would be so soon.

"Otou-san, what's Mother's Day?"

Aizawa dropped the plate he was washing into the sink - luckily, it was plastic, so it didn't shatter into a million pieces. Aizawa sighed, then rinsed the bubbles off his hands.

"Mother's Day…" Aizawa dried his hands off. "It honors mothers all around the world."

"Oh." Izuku thought about it. "Do I have a mother?"

Aizawa's heart clenched. Izuku didn't remember his mother. It made sense, but…

Aizawa couldn't forget her.

It was almost three years ago. A small group of villains had been trying to topple a skyscraper for some reason or another - Aizawa couldn't remember the details.

He knew All Might tried to be there. The hospital staff had needed to physically restrain him, to keep him from going out. He was still recovering from losing his stomach and half of his respiratory system a few days earlier. Honestly, why he thought that was a good idea was beyond Aizawa.

But oh, the clearest memory he had was of a green-haired lady, out for a walk with her newborn son.

The chaos hadn't begun yet - but the woman still looked quite distraught. Her boy had been sleeping in the stroller, unaware of the events that in just a few short minutes would leave him orphaned and alone.

The villains had, for the most part, succeeded with their endeavor. The base of the tower exploded - the screams joined the choir that haunted Aizawa's life. At this point, Aizawa knew the plan had failed. They needed to evacuate the civilians.

So, Aizawa did his best. His capture weapon swept civilian after civilian as far away as he could.

"Run!" He yelled at them. "Don't just stand there, run!"

The building - the sound it made, it was chilling. Aizawa saw several civilians were still in the way. It wasn't going to be enough, Aizawa realized with dread.

Years of experience prevented him from locking up. Aizawa grabbed the arm of the green-haired lady, intent to pull her and her kid away.

"Wait," she gasped. "Wait, no! I need-"

"Ma'am," Aizawa gasped. "What you need is to get out of here, now."

"Take him." The lady thrust her son into Aizawa's arms. "He's safer with you."

Aizawa hurriedly pulled her along. The building crashed into the pavement - the force knocked them to the ground. Aizawa curled around the small child, trying to protect him from the spraying glass. He secured his capture weapon around the child's mouth - the fabric should keep him from inhaling too much of the glass.

"Ma'am!" Aizawa felt around for the lady.

"H-here…" she coughed wetly.

She was pinned under two heavy pieces of concrete. The only thing preventing her from being crushed was the fact that the two pieces were braced against each other, forming a tent-like shape.

"Hold on, ma'am, I'll get you out."

"No," she coughed. "Get Izuku out of here."

"Ma'am, I'm not going to leave you here." Aizawa insisted, threading his capture weapon through the mess.

"He has no one else." She said. "His father died only a few days ago. Please promise you'll keep him safe."

"Ma'am, you're going to be okay." Aizawa flagged down a group of paramedics.

"No." She smiled. "This is karma, isn't it?" She chuckled. "Izuku deserves to have a good life. Take care of him."

Aizawa lifted the concrete off of her, and the paramedics pulled her out. Aizawa's eyes widened at the amount of blood.

"I got skewered." She laughed. "Stabbed through the back by a piece of metal. Subtle, Hisashi, subtle.

"Take care of Izuku, hero."

Aizawa nodded.

She died in surgery.

If only I'd gotten her out faster. If only I hadn't taken the kid. We would have gotten farther away. If only the plan had worked. If only-

A small hand grabbing his shirt and a whine drew him out of his stupor.

Midoriya Izuku. Age, 8 months. Parents, deceased. No known relatives.

"I promised." Aizawa murmured. "Don't worry, I'll take care of you."

"Otou-san, that doesn't answer my question!" Izuku giggled.

Aizawa jerked out of the memory at Izuku's words. He must have said that last part out loud.

"Your mother," he began. "Was a very stubborn woman. She did what was right, even if it hurt."

"I do have a mother?!" Izuku gasped.

"Yes," Aizawa ruffled the bean sprout's hair. "We can visit her later, if you want."

"Yes!" Izuku scrambled for the table, grabbing a couple crayons and a sheet of paper. "I'm gonna make her a card!"

-*timeskip*-

"Izuku." Aizawa stopped outside the cemetery gates. "I need you to understand something."

Izuku didn't say anything. He just stared at the gravestones beyond the bars.

"Okaasan is dead, isn't she." Izuku said quietly.

Aizawa sighed. "Yes, she is. But she loves you, so much."

"Can we go say hi?" Izuku asked, looking up at Aizawa.

"Of course."

…..Sorry. This wasn't supposed to be sad…..

Anyway, I hope you guys have a good rest of your day!

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King Weeb: channel/UCP7IbhLzTfjJT_butBQqRgw

Appreciate you all! ~BP