Epilogue….One year later….

It was at the grocery store where Inko could be found. She placed the items on the conveyor belt as she was ready to check out.

"Oi! Afternoon, Mrs. Midoriya." The elderly grocery clerk said in her usual friendly smile. "Haven't been seeing you much at the supermarket lately. Are you cheating on us?!"

Inko was tickled. "Heavens not. Why cheat where you guys are the only place to bargain."

"I remember you coming two, if not four days a week picking up items here and there," responded the clerk. "You have developed quite a reputation with us."

"Not all things last forever." She slapped her side. She then blushed. It felt strange. One would think touching one's side was completely normal.

The grocery clerk continued to scan her items. Her forehead began to wrinkle when she gave Inko a second clerk. "Pardon if this sounds rude but you look a lot lighter." She whistled at the mother. "Wow, now taking another gander, you have been losing weight."

Not at all was she offended. In honesty, she was flattered. It felt weird to her to hear those words coming from others with a snigger or two. She has been working extensively hard in the last few months to shed some pounds. No longer a self-proclaimed binge eater, she knew it was time to put herself on a workout regime.

Just because she was no longer a Pro Hero didn't mean she had to let herself go.

The grocery clerk told her the cost of her items. Inko reached over and pulled out her black card to the clerk. The older woman began to whistle. "Hisashi must have gotten a promotion." She eyed the card like it was some kind of rare relic. "No more couponing days?"

"Just because I can splurge from time to time doesn't mean old habits have changed," she retorted. "Just haven't gotten a chance to pick up a magazine lately." She was tickled pink. "I have been busy."

"Hmm-hmm!" The grocery clerk responded, more so in a sensual manner. Inko didn't dare indulge on the woman's implications, if not noseyness. After collecting her items in a bag, she slid them to the end of the belt.

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it. Don't get too crazy with that card, you hear? You're one of our best customers."

Inko silently nodded, grabbed her items, and headed out of the store.

"You won't have to worry about me or that card anymore, you old bat!" She giggled as she grabbed hold of the items. "Because it would be the last time you'll ever see Inko Midoriya patronize that store again."

She walked toward the parking lot. On cue, a black two-door Mercedes strolled through and pulled alongside her at the curb. The door opened — the sound of old-school R&B spilled out to the streets. Of course it was met with passersby who weren't acquainted with the western style music. Inko couldn't care less. Especially with the very person who she saw as her most precious treasure.

"Sorry for being late, Mom. The security guard was being a real pain in the neck about my waiting there." Izuku rushed over and took the grocery bags from his mother.

Inko waved it off. "Tch! We won't have to worry about that anymore. Not where we're going." She winked as she stroked his chin affectionately.

Her son placed the bags in the trunk, safely securing them before rushing over and opening the door for her. She smiled, as the gentleman he was, closed the door. He then reached over and closed the door.

It wasn't long when Inko pulled his shirt forward as they went in for a kiss. No longer was it a kiss between mother and son but of lovers. They have long since abandoned the norm of what was right and what was wrong. They were in love and love should have no bounds despite what the status quo considers what is or what is not taboo.

The kiss ended as quickly as it began. He put the car back in drive, turned off the emergency lights, and headed out of the store.

"Do the movers know where they are going?" Inko asked as she reached into her purse to apply lip balm.

"Narita International," replied the teen. "I even tip them a few extra bucks so they wouldn't damage the precious cargo."

"I thought I was your precious cargo," she responded with a fake pout.

"Please," he scoffed. "If they put their precious hands on you, then they are asking for a death wish." He slapped his thigh. "No money in the world compares to how much you mean to me, Mom."

"Oh, sweetness. When are you going to feel comfortable calling me Inko?"

He didn't immediately respond. How could he? Granted the lines between mother and child have since been blurred. It has been over a year since their first night. And that first has since turned into another firsts. First date, first vacation, first argument, and their first ring.

Speaking of which, Inko eyed the ring that sparkled into the light. It was a mere promise ring. Izuku saved up some cash after working with Ryukyu's hero agency as a favor. He was practically on his hands and knees to find a job that he could save up to buy his woman the most precious thing. It didn't matter that he was doing grunt work, janitorial work, and licking Ryukyu's shoes. He would do it again if it meant making the most precious thing in the world happy.

"You have our passports?" Inko asked.

"In my briefcase."

"You made sure that the university has your info when we get to America, right?"

"Mom, relax. We're good. Plus, University doesn't start for a few weeks."

"I can't help it. You might be taller and bigger than me. And yes I am your lover, but at the end of the day, I am still your mother."

"Yes, ma'am." He said as he changed into the turning lane to go to the interstate. He was looking for signs for the airport. "Reservations have been made with the hotel. I just wanted one last night before…."

Inko reached over and grabbed his hand tightly. "Izuku, baby. You're my number one. Don't ever think I am not doing this to screw you over."

"I know. For father's sake," he responded softly.

It still irked him about the circumstances surrounding the situation involving him, his mother, and his father.

Like all forbidden things, secrets don't always last forever.

A few months after he and his mother began the affair, his father arrived home as a surprise to his family. Instead of being welcomed home by his doting wife and loving son, he caught them in the act as they were having sex in their bed.

Hisashi was initially upset, if not disappointed. It hurt him more that it was his own son that was involved in the affair. Another reason he wasn't too upset was because there were skeletons that were hiding in his closet.

Shortly after Inko and Izuku's first night at the hotel, Kacchan's mother came to their home with a confession. Pictures and videos of Hisashi and Mitsuki engaging in an adulterous relationship scattered onto the table. A weeping Mitsuki confessed that the affair carried on long before Inko and Izuku's relationship.

The days in which Hisashi was out of town, he was at a private cabin engaging in a rendezvous with Mitsuki. What further solidified the proof was that she was actually pregnant with Hisashi's child. Unfortunately, the baby miscarried during the second trimester. Mitsuki called it a blessing in hindsight and a message to sever ties with Hisashi without Masaru finding it.

"Do you think going to counseling is going to change things, Mom?" Izuku asked as he shifted gears. "If Dad didn't care then, then why now?"

"Love is a complicated maze, sweetheart."

"No, Mom. That's called an deflated ego."

"I have promised him to give it a go. Plus, you're under wraps until you're 20."

"Just saying, Mom. I'm going to work hard when I get to America. 20 doesn't mean anything when I have papers when I get 18."

She intertwined her fingers tightly with his. "I know, Icchan. I know, Icchan."

"I'm going to work harder, harder than I have ever before," he said as he tried to keep himself from crying. "Why stay together in a sense of needing an accessory? He didn't appreciate his treasure while he had it, so why does he want to appreciate it now?" He turned his head, sniffling. "I promise that I am going to fight for your love, Mom. I don't mind going toe-to-toe with Dad for your honor."

Inko parted a smile, reached over, and pecked him on the cheek. "I'll be looking forward to that day when I am permanently yours, Izuku."

The duo continued driving as they were making their way to the airport hotel. It wasn't long when they received a phone call from the hotel itself.

"Hello?" Inko asked as the phone was on a bluetooth speaker.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Midoriya. Just wanted confirmation reservations for this evening. Are you still coming?" The hotel receptionist asked.

"Yes, ma'am," responded Inko. "We're running a little late but we'll be there soon."

"Thanks. Just wanted to confirm a one-night stay at our honeymoon suite for Mr and Mrs. Midoriya, correct?"

"That's right. Reserved for me, Inko and my most precious treasure in the world, Izuku," she said pridefully. "Mr. and Mrs. Izuku Midoriya."

"Alright," said the receptionist. "Looking forward to your arrival and I hope you guys will enjoy your stay."

Inko nodded and concluded the call. She reached over and kissed him on the cheek again. "I love you, Izuku."

"And I love you as well, Mo…Inko."

The road ahead wasn't going to be an easy one, but nothing worth fighting for ever was. It will be rocky but fulfilling at best. He loomed over the window and saw the endless beach and ocean. It shined brightly with the sun and the sky was a beautiful color of orange. He did not know where heaven ended and earth began.

Nevertheless, it still didn't compare to the most precious treasure that they were both possessing.

The End!