I can't say much. But just know for a question ya'll have been asking…It's time.
"I've never actually been on one of these things…" Todoroki spoke softly as he and Izuku both sat on the swings of the park.
Izuku gave a laugh. "Seriously?"
"...Why would I joke about that?"
Izuku's face softened and he got up from his swing swiftly. "Then let me help you. Don't worry, I won't use my quirk." Getting behind Todoroki, Izuku gently pressed his burnt palms against Todoroki's back and gave him a small push.
Todoroki let out a startled gasp as he rose up. "Whoa-" He wiggled against the swing seat and Izuku smiled at Todoroki's reaction.
"Don't let go of the chains." Izuku advised as when Todoroki came back down, Izuku gave him another push, allowing the other boy to go higher. "Now what you do next is each time you go down you kick your legs together and you'll keep going on your own without me. Watch."
Izuku jumped into the second swing and kicked off immediately. Todoroki started to slow down as he watched Izuku. Once in the air, Izuku started to kick his feet on autopilot and soon he was smoothly going back and forth on the swings. After a few seconds of watching him, Todoroki swiftly got the hang of it and soon the both of them were swinging expertly.
"This is… this is fun. It's like flying…kind of." Todoroki commented as he looked at Izuku.
"Yeah, it's calming! Though, It can give you a bit of motion sickness on a hot day."
For a moment the only sound between the two of them was the squeaking of the swingset. Then, while the two of them were up in the air, Todoroki spoke. "Will you tell me what happened to your hands?"
"..." Izuku tightened his palms against the chain of the swing. "I could tell you what I've been telling everyone… but… that would be lying and…I don't want to lie to you." Izuku looked at Todoroki as they both flew back in tandem with one another. "I don't know what happened to me…"
"Your memory…"
"Yeah. I… don't know what I did to have this happen so frequently." Izuku looked from Todoroki then down at the ground. He watched the ground move as he moved back and forth. "It's never been this frequent before."
"..." Todoroki watched him before he looked down as well. "Well, what have you been telling everyone else?"
"What Hichan told me. That I was cooking prawns and a cat caused oil to fall all over me." Izuku gave Todoroki the shorten version of his story.
"I see…and your brother told you that story."
Izuku gave a little half-hearted shrug. "Yeah." He looked forward once he started to feel nauseous. "All I really know is that I got burnt. Bad. It's not just my hands either. My chest has a large burn as well." Izuku started to slow down on his swinging, letting his feet drag along the ground so it made stopping a lot easier. Eventually, he was able to slow to a stop and Todoroki, with a little guidance on how to do so, also came to a stop beside him.
"Hey, you wanna see what my favorite thing to play in the park is?" Izuku suddenly asked with a chipper voice.
"It's not the swings?"
"Nope! C'mon!" Feeling like a kid again, Izuku reached and grabbed Todoroki's hand in his. Todoroki gently ran his thumb over the back of Izuku's hand as Izuku started to lead him away from the swings. Izuku felt like he was ten again, running around Hitoshi's hand in his leading him towards the… well, Izuku didn't know what this thing was called. He always just called it the spinner.
It was like a merry-go-round in the sense that it spins, but you didn't sit on it. You would hang from it. It was also tilted upwards at an angle so you could be higher in the air and your weight would help spin those on the lower angle. It was fun and yes, even as a teenager, Izuku loved this thing.
"Here, let me help you." Even though both boys were relatively short, well, short compared to Hitoshi who was 5'8" (so unfair) they were tall enough to be able to graze their hands against the bars above them. Izuku understood that this thing was meant for children and that the adults would have to pick their kid up in order to get them to hang on, but did they have to put this thing six feet off the ground?
Izuku was gentle as he reached under Todoroki and grasped him by his legs and hoisted the other teen up. "Wha-!" Was the actual startled noise Todoroki made as Izuku held up to the bar in question.
"Just hang on," Izuku instructed.
Todoroki, now blushing heavily, did just as instructed. He grabbed onto the handle and Izuku let him dead hang. Todoroki wouldn't move the spinner as he was at the bottom of the angle. "Wait, how are you going to get on if you can't reach?" Todoroki asked. Izuku smiled.
"This is my favorite thing to play on, Todoroki. Ever since I was eight I figured out how to get on without help. In fact, Dad even said he was proud I found a way on instead of pestering him every time I wanted back up."
It was one of the first times Shouta has ever said he was proud of Izuku. Izuku would never forget that feeling.
He walked over to the bench that wasn't too far off. "It should be a lot easier now." Izuku was sure they placed this bench here to help the kids who wanted on this thing. Once he was standing on the bench; Izuku clambered up higher to the back of the bench. He bit his lip and made sure he standing steady on the thin back. "Okay… hang on tight!" Izuku then leaped through the air.
For a second he flew as he reached out for the bar of the spinner. From there, he grasped onto the bar, and because he jumped for the highest part of the tilt…well…
A startled scream left Todoroki's mouth as the sudden force of Izuku's jump and addition to Izuku's weight caused him to nearly go flying. The spinner did exactly what it was designed to. It spun and both boys laughed loudly as round and round they went. Up and down at this odd angle, this thing was on. The violent spin only lasted for a couple of seconds, but still, it was fun and Todoroki wanted to do that again.
They started to slow but didn't stop. They wouldn't stop until someone inevitably fell off from the pressure of the dead hang they were doing. Izuku then showed off and Todoroki had to admit, he was impressed.
Izuku first swung back and forth from the bar, which was still spinning mind you, then he expertly flipped his lower body up catching on the top of the spinner. Soon, Izuku was sitting on top of the equipment.
"I forgot you take gymnastics. I also, for a very real second, forgot that Aizawa was your father. Of course, you'd take gymnastics." Todoroki said as the thing started to come to a stop. "You're so flexible… maybe I should take gymnastics so if worst comes to shove and I can't use my quirk. I'll be able to be fast and flexible."
Izuku looked down at Todoroki and smiled at him. The sunlight hit him just right. It made Izuku look picture-esque. "That's the first time I've tried something like that. Hang on." Izuku awkwardly and carefully started to scoot towards Todoroki's hands. "The view is better up here, you should see it."
Izuku was soon at Todoroki's hands and with no real effort on his part. Izuku was able to lift Todoroki off of the spinner bar. Todoroki gasped in shock but didn't fight it. Soon he was able to clamber up and on the top of the spinner as well. "...How strong are you?" Todoroki asked with a bit of a laugh. "You didn't even need to use your quirk to lift me."
"Well. I can at the very least lift a fridge."
"...without quirk use?"
"Yeah." Izuku twisted so his back was against Todoroki's arm as the two of them sat on the spinner together. The spinner now stayed still as they were sitting up top of it and not hanging from it. Though, they both knew that one wrong move would cause it to spin- and cause them to fall.
"...It is better up here." Todoroki leaned against Izuku as Izuku leaned against him. "I like this place."
"It's usually for children, but I see adults trying this thing as much as the kids." Izuku laughed a little. "But, I'm with you. I like this place. Because it's so close I would often come here whenever I felt like it."
"I was never allowed…"
"Well, that changes today."
Todoroki smiled at Izuku. "Yeah. It does."
Meanwhile, Hitoshi and Shouta weren't exactly having a lighthearted moment between them. No, the tension was suffocating as Hitoshi sat across from his father at the dinner table. Both of them had a cup of coffee beside them, but neither drank. After Hitoshi explained what happened that day when He and Izuku escaped- Minus one major deal-breaker- Shouta's mood shifted to one of anger.
Shouta had his fingers folded in front of him while his leg jiggled up and down almost alarmingly. Finally, Shouta looked at Hitoshi. "You knew. This whole time… you knew your brother had family…. And you kept that quiet." His voice wasn't quite seething, but it was there for sure.
"Wouldn't you?" Hitoshi didn't flinch at his father's tone. Instead, he turned it around on his dad. Shouta looked ready to contest, but Hitoshi raised a finger, surprisingly silencing his dad. "Listen to me, before you speak. If you were in my shoes. You escaped a villain, not just any villain, but the villain whose son you managed to successfully nab from his clutches- a villain that makes normal heroes piss themselves in fear- wouldn't you keep your mouth shut? Because you have the son of a villain."
Shouta got ready to speak up, but Hitoshi wasn't done. "Not only that, dad. But we're talking about the cops wanting to use Zuchan as a pawn to bring the guy out or giving him to a family member who would just give Zuchan back to the villain to start with. Not to mention them treating Zuchan like he's his father. Which he's not!... I understand that you're upset but you need to understand that everything I did in the past I did to protect Zuchan from his father. His biological father that is. The guy is… well like I said. He makes normal heroes piss themselves."
Shouta stared at Hitoshi. It was a leveled stare. An emotionless stare that made Hitoshi sweat. "I suppose…you have a point." Shouta finally confessed after a long while. "Does Izuku know this?"
"No."
"Hitoshi, since you finally decided to tell the truth. Then you know I need to ask. Do you know Izuku's last name, the one he had before I adopted him?"
"No," Hitoshi admitted. That wasn't a lie. For the entire year he lived in the lab with Izuku. Izuku never once gave up his last name to Hitoshi.
"...I have to admit. As mad as I am… I'm just as impressed."
"Huh?"
"You kept it a secret for eight years. No doubt that's been weighing heavy on your shoulders from the very moment you managed to escape. No wonder you still have issues with safety. If this guy is as bad as you claim and you tazed him to escape… I get where your paranoia is stemming from. Let's leave it at that. But…Hitoshi… you know I have to ask… do you know what happened to Izuku's memory?"
Hitoshi looked directly at his dad's nose. "No."
"Fair enough, I guess… I should call Higashi, and inform him of the atomic bomb you just dropped on me…and Dr. Watasumi. I've been neglecting Izuku's memory appointments." He scratched at his stubble. "I just wish she wouldn't put him out of commission for days at a time afterward. I'll see if I can schedule it for after internships on a Friday." Shouta then got up from his seat.
Hitoshi grabbed his coffee and took a sip of the bitter bean juice. He smacked his lips at the taste and stared at his reflection in the liquid.
"...I'm going to be honest with you, Hitoshi. I know you're using the oil as a cover-up for whatever actually happened to Izuku. I know you know something that you aren't telling me. I don't know why you still can't bring yourself to fully trust me… but, I'm glad you're opening up finally. We'll take this one step at a time. Like I said. Still, you know I'm not the enemy, right?"
"Of course I know that. You're my dad. I've known you longer than my biological dad." Hitoshi stated softly as he looked at Shouta. "And…" Hitoshi looked back down at the drink. "I'm not…staying quiet because I don't trust you. Dad… I'm protecting you."
"Hitoshi." Shouta was suddenly in front of him. He then gently cupped Hitoshi's face in both of his hands. It was such a simple form of affection and when it was coming from Shouta Aizawa, it meant so much more. "I'm the parent. It's my job to protect you. Not the other way around. You can tell me."
"..." Hitoshi reached up and only grabbed his father's hands while biting his lips. Then he shook his head. It was a vigorous shake and Shouta only sighed.
"One step at a time?"
"One step at a time…" Hitoshi agreed.
"Good. I'm still uping your therapy."
"That's fair." Hitoshi smiled when Chobi jumped into his lap. Hitoshi then started to scratch at the back of the calico's ears. "...I'm going to go and bug Zuchan for a while. Don't worry. I don't plan on sleeping in his bed. I just want to see how he's doing."
"Fine. I need to work on some school work for tomorrow."
The two of them went their separate ways. Hitoshi held on to Chobi as he walked down the hallway. He looked into the bathroom and down at the bathroom rug he had placed to cover up the burnt handprint engraved into the floor. 'The fact that dad hasn't found this is astonishing.' He thought. It was just an old rug he managed to find in the hallway closet.
Despite keeping the major secret from his father, still, Hitoshi felt better. Like a small weight was lifted off of his shoulders. 'I just hope nothing major comes from telling him. Granted, I never told him Izuku's dad was All for one. Couldn't bring myself to do it.'
Slipping out of the bathroom. Hitoshi knocked on Izuku's door. "Zuchan? Are you feeling any better?" He asked.
There was nothing. So, Hitoshi tried the door. It was locked. 'Ah. He wants to be left alone.' He thought a little bummed out. He wanted to talk to Izuku. 'Oh well. Another time, then.'
So, Hitoshi went back into his own bedroom.
Izuku slipped into his bedroom window, the sun starting to set as it was just shy of four-thirty pm. "I…I had fun." Todoroki admitted warmly as he stayed on the other side of Izuku's window.
"I'm glad. I had fun to." Izuku smiled right back at Todoroki.
"I should be getting back home."
"Are you going to walk?"
"Psh, you think me a commoner? No, I'm using an uber with my dad's credit card."
'Did he just unironically use the term 'commoner'?' It almost made Izuku want to laugh. "Fine. Just stay safe, okay?" He asked and Todoroki nodded.
"Of course. And uh…I might come back tomorrow after school. Depends how the old man is doing." Todoroki whispered to Izuku.
"You're always welcomed…in my bedroom that is. You know that somehow sounds worse-"
Todoroki gave Izuku a heart-melting smile. "I need to go, now."
"See you in class…Shoto..."
"Same to you, Izuku."
Once Todoroki was gone, Izuku shut his window. Once it was shut, Izuku slowly sat down on his bed and grabbed his pillow. He pressed the pillow against his chest. His heartbeat reverberated through his ears at such a fast rate while his face started to flush. Heat rose throughout his entire body. He then wrapped his arms tightly around the pillow before-
Izuku let out happy cries as he rolled from side to side on his bed. The pillow doing a great job at muffling those happy cries so his family wouldn't get suspicious. 'Why does he make me feel like this? Nobody has ever made me feel like this!'
Pretty. Very pretty.
Izuku soon wrapped his legs around the pillow all the same while the blush continued to stay on his face-
There was a knock at his door and the doorknob rattled. "Izuku, it's your turn to set the table tonight." His father reminded him.
"Okay! I'll be there in a moment!" Izuku responded right back to his father as he hugged the pillow tighter with his arms and legs alike. 'I just have to get rid of this blush first.'
With the okay from his dad to wear the gloves. Monday morning came sooner rather than later and both boys were off to school. Izuku wore plain white cloth gloves over his hands. He decided on a half-truth. He got burnt real bad and didn't want to look at the scars. The other half of that truth being he didn't want to be pestered by his classmates by it.
Together the two brothers ran through the rain that was just pouring down on them. Hitoshi used his backpack as an umbrella while Izuku just toughed it out. There, at their lockers, they met with Iida.
"Good morning, Iida." Izuku greeted his friend.
"Good morning, Tora I-" Iida saw the gloves and looked ready to say something, but in the end he just decided it wasn't worth it. "How are you feeling?"
"Oh, fine, I was just about to ask the same about you. I heard about Tensei-"
There was a hand-chop. "Don't worry about it. Everything is fine."
"Are you sure? I'm here-"
"It's fine. Tora I." Iida shut it down and Izuku relaxed a little.
"Okay, if you insist."
Of course, others immediately asked about the gloves almost the moment Izuku walked in. He explained how he got burnt over the weekend while cooking and just didn't want to look at the burns. He was surprised with a gift made from Momo. "Scar cream. It'll help lessen the appearance." She told him as she placed the tube on his desk.
"Oh…thank you. I appreciate it."
Izuku was putting the tube away when Mr. Aizawa walked in holding a bunch of papers. Everyone was on edge and rather eager as he started to hand the papers out one by one.
"Internships. These are the people that would like you to be their interns. They saw your performance at the Sports Festival and whatever hero you choose will help train you for a week and show you what it's like to work as a pro." Aizawa commented as he handed each paper out to every student. "Take your time. Choose the person you think will best suit you and your talents."
Izuku was honestly surprised he got a paper at all. He figured nobody wanted him after the stunt he pulled. It didn't matter who was on that paper, he promised All Might-
-Present Mic wanted him as an intern? Uncle Cockatoo? Why?
Present Mic was the only offer Izuku got. Aside from his own father. Which was better than nothing. Still, he didn't want to hurt Present Mic's feelings…but he'd have to turn him down.
The others chatted amongst themselves about who they were going with. Izuku looked over his shoulder at Hitoshi.
"Who'd you get? Present Mic?"
"...Hawks." Hitoshi whispered with wide eyes.
"What?! No way, let me see?!" Izuku's outburst had caused several students to look at him. He didn't care as he looked at his brother's sheet. Hitoshi, being in third place, had more people than Izuku could dream of, but yes, Hawks agency was at the top of the list.
"Are you-"
"Of course! He's amazing! What about you? I saw Uncl-...Present Mic?"
Izuku dropped his voice to a whisper as he spoke to his brother. "Ah… well, I already promised All Might I'd go with this person he knows personally-"
"-And just who is that?"
Izuku jumped at his father's voice. Aizawa kept a hand on Izuku's desk as he asked this in his own whisper. His eyebrow was raised to his hairline and Izuku realized just where he messed up. So, instead of speaking out loud in fear of tipping off the other students, he just raised his hands up and spelled out the name of the hero.
'G-R-A-N T-O-R-I-N-O.'
Aizawa's eyes narrowed and he shook his head. "I'll have to talk to All Might about it then. I've never heard of this hero." He continued to whisper to Izuku. Then he stalked over to Mina who seemed to be having an issue with who to choose. Too many options.
Izuku got up from his seat, this made Hitoshi look at him with a raised eyebrow as Izuku walked past him and over to Todoroki.
"Who are you going with, Sh- Todoroki?" Izuku casually asked.
"Well…I was going to go with my father but because of his sudden bout of quirklessness I'll have to go with someone else."
Hitoshi let out a startled noise from behind Izuku. Izuku turned to look at him. "Hichan? You good?"
"... Y-Yeah…of course…uh..Todoroki?" Hitoshi turned in his seat. "Did I hear you right? Did you say your father suddenly became… quirkless?" Hitoshi dropped his voice into a very small whisper so nobody else could hear.
"I thought I was being quiet… yeah. We don't know what happened, he just lost his quirk."
Hitoshi's face turned ashen as he swallowed hard. "That's good to know…" His eyes turned to Izuku for only a second before he spun back around.
Todoroki then started to whisper to Izuku. "Is your brother quirkest?"
Izuku gasped. "Heaven's no. Not Hichan, and neither is my father."
"Then what was that reaction?"
"Truthfully, I don't know… so-" Izuku rose his voice above a whisper. "If not your dad, then who are you going with?"
"Hm… honestly? I don't know. All of these offers are quite good… who are you going with?"
"Oh, it's someone not on my list. I already promised someone I'd go with them-"
His father walked past Izuku and leaned down. "Don't hold your breath on that one." His father whispered softly into Izuku's ear and just kept on walking.
"...Forget what I just said." Izuku leaned down and spoke just above a whisper so only Todoroki could hear him. "Dad and All Might haven't been on good terms since the burn incident. Nobody will tell me why."
"I see… well…" Todoroki went quiet as he went back to reading off of the list of heroes who wanted him to work for them.
Izuku left Todoroki alone and moved on to his other friends. Ochako was going to work for Gunhead because she wanted to work on her physical combat. "Hey, not a bad idea." Izuku smiled at her. "It's always great to not be too reliant on ones quirk."
She smiled. "You sound like Mr. Aizawa now."
He laughed. "I guess he's just rubbing off on me. Hey, Kami-" Izuku slid up to his friend. "Who are you going with."
"Hm. It's a hard choice in all reality. I'm thinking maybe MT. Lady? I don't know…"
"Let me see." Izuku held his hand out and looked at Kaminari's offers. Because he didn't advance far in the last round he didn't have many. Granted he had more than Izuku.
"Okay, now from what I know about MT. Lady is that she's kind of vain, I don't think you'll work well with her. She might not even take you patrolling as she likes to hog the spotlight. No, I would recommend going with Ms. Joke from Ketsubutsu High. She's like Mr. Aizawa. A teacher. I feel like your personalities would mesh well and she'll actually teach you. Plus, she's really funny." Izuku smiled as he handed the paper back to Kaminari.
"Ms. Joke?" Kaminari mused over it before nodding. "You're right. I'll go with her, thanks, Zuku."
The rest of the period was just that, with Izuku asking his classmates who they were going with. He was surprised, but not all that surprised, that Iida was going with Manual for his internship. It was more concerning than anything.
Still, lunch came and Izuku noted that Bakugo, who's been oddly quiet this whole time, slunk off away from the lunchroom. Izuku almost wanted to reach out to him but stopped when he remembered what Bakugo had said the last they spoke. That disgusting theory of his. 'Fuck him.' Izuku thought as he turned away and went with his friends.
Lunch was uneventful with Izuku, Ochaco, and Kaminari trying to get Iida to talk, if even just a little. But Iida was tight-lipped. It ended with Hitoshi telling them to just leave him alone. So, they did.
When they returned from Lunch, Izuku noted that Bakugo had not been in the lunchroom at all. Bakugo was sitting almost ridged as he gripped at his pencil. His eyes going from Izuku and then back to the door.
"Now, it's time we talk about something important before you guys go on your internships." Aizawa leaned against the chalkboard. The classroom stayed hung on his every word as he paused.
"Your hero names. I mean it when I say you need to be sure this is the name you want-"
There was a crack of a whip before the door was thrown open. "-Because it will follow you wherever you go!" Midnight declared as she came strolling into the room. Her whip now hanging by her hip. "Which is why I'm here to help you guys make the right choice."
Mr. Aizawa slipped away from the chalkboard. "Yes, take this time to think of a name. Just don't bother me." He grumbled before slipping into his yellow sleeping bag. He then laid on the ground and slunk away behind his desk.
The class erupted with students talking amongst each other about what their names could/would be. One by one they handed small whiteboards and a marker.
"Damn, I didn't think it'd be so soon…" Hitoshi whispered as he looked at his own whiteboard. "...but I already know what I'm going with. What about you, Zuchan?"
"I don't know." He admitted to his brother while gnawing on his thumb. "Todoroki?"
"Just my name." Todoroki softly spoke. "I don't need to be called by anything else."
"Shame." Izuku looked over at Todoroki. "Freezerburn would have a been a great name for you." He smiled at his friend. Todoroki's face turned red as he looked right back down at his whiteboard.
Eventually the class started to quiet down while kids thought about what they wanted to be called, probably for the entirety of their hero career.
Soon others started coming up and presenting their names. Some were hits and some were duds. 'Seriously, King Explosion murder?...' Izuku rolled his eyes as Bakugo took his seat to try another name. Midnight looked at him. "Hichan, do you have a name?"
"I do."
"Go before me, please."
Hitoshi scooted out of his seat and approached the class. He then flipped his whiteboard over-
Icarus.
"Icarus?" Midnight inquired.
"Yes, You see, with my quirk It's only a matter of time before my wax wings melt off. I'll always get caught one way or another. Might as well admit it now." Hitoshi told her but Izuku got the feeling that's not the full reason.
"It's perfect!" Midnight cooed. Hitoshi smiled and Izuku looked at him.
'Not what I was thinking.' Izuku admitted as Todoroki got up to give his hero name.
Izuku almost wanted to laugh when the name Freezerburn flashed in front of the class.
"Talk about on the nose! It's a great name for you, Todoroki!" Midnight smiled and Todoroki gave a weak blush. The other students were a little more lively about Todoroki's name than Hitoshi's. They seemed to agree.
As Todoroki passed Izuku gave him a smile. "I told you it was a good name."
"You did…"
There was a bit of silence as the one with the rejected names, or in Izuku's case those with no name worked on their names. It was during this silence did the door open. Everyone curiously looked towards their intruder. There, not in All Might form, Yagi Toshinori came in. "Sorry…" He whispered as he shut the door behind him. He slunk in swiftly making his way to Izuku.
Izuku looked up at Yagi, then back to the door as Higashi and Osada stood in the doorway. Izuku felt Hitoshi tense up once Osada poked his head through.
Toshinori leaned down. "Pack your things." He whispered into Izuku's ear.
"Am I in trouble?"
"No. Just pack your things." He felt Hitoshi move behind him and Toshinori put a hand up. "Not you, my boy."
"Toshinori, what's going on?" Midnight inquired.
"I just need to take young Izuku out-"
"-Like hell you are." It was at this did Aizawa come up. He kicked himself out of his bag. And approached. "You better have a good reason."
"Aizawa. You should contact Izuku's guardian." Higashi explained softly. Aizawa scowled and crossed his arms.
"What's this about, exactly?"
"Please-" Osada lowered his hat from his head. Izuku saw a third person behind the officers. He saw that this person was shorter than them as she was trying to see into the room. "-Just know that this is a matter for his current guardian." Osada took a step inside of the room- "Wait-" He reached an arm out, but it was too late.
The woman who was behind them ducked under Osada's arm. The woman then looked directly at Izuku.
She was rail thin, the poor thing, her cheeks were sunken in, her eyes had dark bags under them, and her face was gaunt. Her hair, which was the exact same forest green as Izuku's hung around her shoulder with part put back into a bun to keep out of her face. The woman approached Izuku- all eyes were on the two them.
The woman swallowed hard as she slowly approached Izuku. Her hands up to her chest as she trembled. Then, she reached into her skirt pocket, and she pulled out a picture. She looked at the old picture then at Izuku-
A slow shaky breath left her mouth and then the woman threw herself at him. A wail left her mouth. "It's you! It's you! I knew you were alive! I just knew it!" She sobbed violently to Izuku's shoulder. Izuku tensed, he didn't know how to respond or react. He just looked at his dad for answers. But his father seemed just as stunned as he was. "Izuku! My baby!" The woman pulled back, tears streaming down her face as she cupped his face. "When Bakugo- I just-... why are you looking at me like that?" She asked weakly while using her thumbs to rub against his face.
"Ma'am, no offense…but who are you?"
The woman hiccuped and then pulled him into another tight hug. "I was told you might not remember me…Izuku...Sweetie…I'm your mother…"
