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Midoriya Inko was in front of him.
They looked at each other for five whole minutes, at their table in a corner inside of a restaurant.
She was a good opponent, she was barely blinking, and Shouta is good at not blinking, he should train more with Ms. Midoriya.
Ms. Midoriya blinked, slowly, and it was as if she noticed she was just sitting in front of him -her maybe son- and she left a soft gasp to escape her lips, lending back on the chair.
It was funny and... adorable.
“Mister... ma'am, are you going to order or not? You have... You are just staring- are you alright? Do you need something?” oh, they were worrying and scaring the waitress. Poor of her.
They both shake their heads, turning to the young woman.
“So-sorry. We are fine”
“Three cups of coffee, please,”
Ms. Midoriya and Shouta said at the same time, the girl just looking at them and blinking.
“Oh, well, I would like a salad too,” Shouta completed “Don't you want something, Ms. Midoriya?”
The green-haired woman shook her head. “No, it's okay for now”
When Shouta's coffee came, once he drank one cup, he sighed, elbows on the table and staring at the woman in front of him.
He wets his lips. “I have the analysis,” he whispered “And I've been thinking and... I don't want you to get disappointed if it's not true, you know, us. I'm not saying that I don't believe you, of course not, because I feel it. I mean, that sounds silly, but I'm just trying for this to don't hurt for us, yeah?”
He sounds like a kid, fuck.
But Ms. Midoriya laughs, a hand barely hiding her mouth. She giggles for a moment, a soft laugh- Shouta doesn't know how to feel about it.
“I know,” she said, in the death of the laugh. “I thought about it, it was so... fast, for us, to think about this being truth- I mean, I also feel it, it's... your eyes, and your name and your hair- it's silly, to call it positive, but, I'm rambling now.” she holds her breath, “I get it, what you are saying, and I wouldn't be sad, so it's okay if you are or not my son,” she smiled. “As you said before, we are grown up adults”
For God's sake-
She sounds so damn rational.
He wants to say something more, something like “Damn, if you are not my mother, at least I would love to fucking have you as a friend, you are cool,” still, he holds it, it's not rational.
He sighed, resting the paper in the middle of the table.
“Do you want to be the first to read it?” he asks, eyes fixing on the letter.
She nods, a shy hand coming and sliding the paper away.
She sighed, opened the paper, and read.
Shouta saw her eyes moving. Her eyes widened. Her eyes getting watery.
She looks up.
“Midoriya-”
An ugly sob pops out of her, tears falling quickly from her green eyes.
“Hello, baby,” she managed to say, to Shouta's surprise.
He is next to her in seconds, kneeling and taking her hands. He doesn't doubt, just takes the paper away from her hands and reads the ends of it.
He turns, smiling, not a maniacal or crazy smile, it's a soft one, even he can feel it.
He is about to say something, anything, when she pulls him into a hug, he was surprised, and had to force himself to not act like a hero instinct. He was tense, not expecting it, but he settles, awkward hands hugging her too.
She rocks him, and it felt nice. His mamma hasn't done that in years-
He closes his eyes, he can't stop his smile.
•——∞——•
They didn't talk too much. Inko -is it time for him to call her that?- was too emotional for them to have a normal talk. And Shouta didn't care, he doesn't need to know everything, it's okay, he at least knows the truth.
He is walking through the common room, expecting the kids to be watching a movie.
They were... sort of.
“Sensei! You're back!” Sero said.
“Do you want popcorn?” Uraraka asked, smiling.
“Wait, why are you smiling like that?”
“Like what?” he hasn't stopped smiling. “Good news, and it's none of your business,” he rolled his eyes.
“Sensei had a date,” Hagakure gasped.
“I didn't-”
“So cute! Who was it?”
“I didn't have a date,” he hisses. How could he think about Ms. Midoria about that? First thing is that he would never date -someone- a student's parent, and second, knowing who she is for him is now making him... uncomfortable. He shakes his head, they were being unrespectful, sure, but he couldn't.... make that smile disappear.
He huffs, and they took it as a laugh, and they know his laughs mean something bad, so his kids stepped back.
It was with the kids giving him space when he spots a green brush in front of the T. V, sitting on the floor, his face hiding on his knees.
Shouta feels like a traitor, for a moment.
He gulps, walking forward to the kid.
“I don't want Izuku to know,” Ms. Midoriya said. “I'm not ready for this conversation, I don't know how to tell him, no yet.” She looked at him with doubtful eyes, “Can we keep it for us?”
And he agreed, he couldn't do the otherwise, and the worst thing is that he felt better, he didn't want the kid to know.
Maybe he was a coward.
“Is it something wrong, Midoriya?” the name felt so odd now.
The kid looked up, playing with the phone in his hands.
“Uh-”
“Inko-san hasn't texted with Midori, and now Midoriya is sad!” Ashido shouts, and Midoriya flinches, hiding again into his knees, face turning red.
“Is that so?”
“Uh, yeah, I mean, mum has been... short answering me? And she didn't take me home today, nor last weekend,” he mumbles, running his fingers on the phone, he had an All Might photo as wallpaper. “I think I'm homesick and I'm just looking at things when there is nothing to worry bout? Yeah, I should go to sleep,” he is on his foot, stretching his arms behind him. “Good night,” He leaves the room, every pair of eyes staring at him.
Once he was gone, the others kids screamed at Shouta.
“Why didn't you say anything?!”
And he was... still a coward.
He couldn't talk, he was the reason Ms. Midoriya didn't visit his son, but he can't tell the kid that, he can't even face him right now.
He shrugged, standing up. “He said it, he is homesick, you should know what it is,” he moved to the kitchen, some students in his back.
“Yes, but-” Uraraka stepped in front of him. “You tend to say something, sensei. We were waiting for you to do something,” she pouts, frowning up at him.
“Uraraka, I don't know how you think I should have acted,” he said, shifting to the coffee.
“Just tell him something! He is starting to be anxious and he thinks he did something to make his mother upset, so we expected for you to knock some sense in him, you know, with your 'this is illogical, go to bed' or something to make him feel better,” she has ranted, cheeks red.
Shouta looks at her, and her friends behind her. She had a point- they know his methods so well by now, it shouldn't surprise him, not really.
Shouta hums, not looking away from Uraraka's eyes.
He should, he knows he should. Later they'll talk, sure, when Ms. Midoriya is ready... when they establish their relationship.
Later, he would talk, maybe tomorrow? Yeah, tomorrow.
Shouta closes his eye. “Fine, I'll talk to Midoriya and I'll 'knock some sense in him' like you said,” he turns around, pouring coffee into his cup. “If you want something else, tell me now. I have work to do”
They smiled. “Nothing more, sensei!”
•——∞——•
Inko sobbed, Hisashi was in her room, walking in circles, a hand on his mouth.
It was a mistake. Everything was a mistake.
They just got into the university. They just gained a work. They are failures still, basically kids! They moved together four months ago and now they were into a mess! Their parents were right, their parents were going to talk so bad, about their relationship, their career, everything!
“Inko,” She hears Hisashi, he hasn't talked for hours, smoke was emerging out of his mouth. He shouldn't use his quirk, he ends mute almost every time he uses it- but she can talk, tell him to calm down, to breathe in and not out. She can't do anything, just sobs “Darling, hey, we can- we can work it out! We can- we can do something, I'll leave the school and I'll-”
“You dreamed that, Hisashi!” she is standing now. “You always talked about how you wanted this and how you'll never give up!- it's your goal! You can't- you can't throw it out!”
“I can! I can, for you, honey, for the baby- I promised I'll do everything for you-” He promised it, yeah, when they were still friends when they were so young to realize what a promise means. “I can do it, let me do it,” he grabs her shoulders, forcing her to meet his eyes.
He may be willing to do it- but it is hurting him, it'll hurt him. Hisashi loves everything about his career, he had nights just talking about what he will do, how well they'll live once he gets his goal, how they'll be together, and how their wedding day will be-
It is so wrong, everything it is.
“Hisashi,” she gasped, sight blurred with tears.
“Inko, you are so important. You, living uncomfortable, is the worst thing I can imagine you in”
“And you giving up is the cursed scenario I would never want you in,” she leans his forehead on Hisashi's.
They couldn't sleep for the rest of the week.
Inko loves Hisashi, Hisashi loves Inko. Hisashi is a dork and reckless man ready to sacrifice for his darling. While Inko is a caring girl with so many insecurities and a big love for Hisashi.
They don't work so well when it comes to doing what they both want.
Hisashi is who almost always sacrifices, is who always wins the debate, and does everything for Inko.
Inko will make the first step this time.
“We will not raise the kid.” Hisashi strips with the door.
“What,” he stays on the same spot, analyzing Inko. “What are you talking about, honey?” he tried to smile.
You always care about me, let me reward you this time.
“We'll have it, but you are not going to quit your dreamed school, so we will not raise the baby,” she says softly but firmly. She needs for him to understand, to accept it. He doesn't want it, not now, he will just try to be brave, cracking on the inside.
She knows him.
“But- I can do it, we can-”
She shakes her head. “No. We can afford for eight months with our jobs, both of us studying, however, once the baby is born, we have to find them a home, and then we will keep with our lives and-” she sniffles, Hisashi was struggling with her choice. It always takes him a long time to think about himself, to please himself. “So you can keep studying, yeah? You can keep doing what you want, what you dream. In the future- in the future, we will have another baby, for us, only us. But not now, not here, no when we are so young.”
He looks away, so Inko steps closer. “Babe, you have to think- to center yourself with you, you can be selfish for once in your life- please, just think about you... Do you want to give up? To turn around and throw everything out? Are you being honest with yourself?”
She didn't get her answer at that moment.
She kissed him on the forehead, hands on his chest.
•——∞——•
Hisashi was at home before her.
He surprised her, taking her hands into his and dragging her to the bed.
“Hisashi,” she whispered, while he was guiding her to sit on the bed.
He kneeled, holding her hands, and rubbing his thumbs on her skin.
He sighed. “I was thinking,” he kissed her hands as if they were the most beautiful thing he had seen. “And you are right... I want to focus on myself this time. I am going to listen to you this time,”
She wasn't expecting it.
And he wasn't expecting her to jump on him, hugging him and kissing his cheeks.
“We will have another when we are ready... when we have everything for it.”
They had the baby, they took care of him -it was a baby boy, black hair and deep eyes- and they met this couple, Mr. And Ms. Aizawa. They talked with them, finding they wanted a baby but couldn't have it.
They gave Shouta to them -Hisashi named him- and they went in different ways.
They graduated. They married. They had Izuku. Hisashi flew to America.
Izuku grew, and they loved him.
He was their baby.
•——∞——•
The thing is... He didn't immediately talk with his problem child, but he did talk with the older Midoriya.
It was slow, not too hard.
The first thing was to call each other by their first name, once they did it, everything feel more natural.
The days kept going, on weekends they meet in a café or a park.
Shouta talked about his family, how nice they were to him, and their honesty.
“You made the right choice with them,” he said, showing her a picture of a black-haired woman and a white-haired man with a young Shouta in it, smiling.
Inko told him about how they felt, how they didn't want to ruin their or his life with this. How worried they were about making it worst.
“Hisashi loved you in the first months, he didn't want to give you away,” she smiled sadly. “We had to”
And they did have to. She said they didn't sleep for weeks, taking care of him, taking him to their jobs and classes after the babysitter they paid for almost drowned him. They were paranoid, about losing him, and even if they tried to have him for more time, Inko and Mr. Mido- Hisashi risked putting him with some trustworthy people, decent people.
“When Izuku knew about you, Eraserhead, he was so happy,” Inko said one time. “He said that you were like what could be a quirkless hero, and he just loved the idea.”
He asked, “Why did he like it?” what does quirklessness means to Midoriya?
She told him, in the break of the moment.
He couldn't look at his student for the rest of the next day. She didn't tell him when he gained his quirk, she keep it to herself. But it hurts to Shouta, to think he was too close to breaking a late bloomer's heart.
His brother's heart.
“Don't give pity, he would just push you away,” Inko told him on the phone. “He is okay now, you helped him, U.A. helped him, so don't blame yourself, Shouta”
And he didn't, just for her.
•——∞——•
“Aizawa-sensei,” it was the end of the class, and Midoriya was in front of him, frowning, and the kid seems to want to be able to glare at him.
“Yes, kiddo,” he doesn't look at him, organizing some papers.
“Okay, I'll go to the point because if I don't do it I would start rambling and we both don't want that and- shit,”
It was the curse, that made him look up at the kid. He has eyes bags, a pencil in his hair and he wasn't wearing a tie... How did Shouta miss that?
He hears some murmurs, so he glances at the door. Some of the kids were there, hiding immediately.
He stares at Midoriya, nodding.
“Thanks, well... sorry for the swear word, but Shinsou gave me coffee, he said it would help me to talk with you, and again I'm driving away, so... What the fucking hell are you doing with my mom?” Midoriya hissed, hands slapping the table.
“What do you mean?”
Midoriya's right eyes jerks... was that a tic?
“I love my mom, I love my dad. They love each other, until death. And they love me, until death. But then we have you there! Texting with my mom and she addressing you with 'my love' and, yeah, she can call everyone by that, but she has you in her contacts as 'Darling', and, just, what are you doing?” he has been walking, moving and waving his hands. “And then, you have been meeting mom the last five weekends, auntie saw it, my neighbors saw it, even this cat that seems to have a quirk saw it! And mom doesn't tell me anything, so it's your turn to talk or I am going to lose my mind thinking that you are filtering with mom!”
He is panting, his face red and his eyes are watery. Midoriya sniffles, running his arm on his nose.
Midoriya is staring at Shouta, shoulders shaking. He is holding himself to talk more, being silent, which scared Shouta a bit. Inko told him how Midoriya would get this angry with Bakugou and he would say all he had in his mind then wait. Bakugou ends up crying almost every time.
The hero sighed.
“We will tell you later,” and they will, he doesn't know when, but they will.
Midoriya doesn't take it well -Shouta didn't expect him to do it- and he just laughs, rubbing his face.
“God, I knew I wouldn't get anything from you,” he whispered. “I haven't gone home for weeks either, and I thought mom was in danger until Kaminari saw mom texting you baby, the other day when he called his mother- and she can't be in danger, right? So secrets can happen, and maybe you are-” he seems to choke with something. “Please, just tell me the truth, is she okay?”
“She is okay,” he said because it was true. But the kid didn't want that. “But I will not talk about our relationship,” he stands up, walking to the kid. “Go to the dorms,” he hesitates, before resting a hand on Midoriya's shoulder -he was shaking- who tried to brush it away for a moment.
“Yes, sensei,” he whispered, but doesn't walk behind Shouta when the man left the room, finding Uraraka and Iida.
They glared at him, walking into the classroom.
“Are you okay, Deku-kun?” is the last he heard.
•——∞——•
“He hadn't texted me today,” Inko said. They were at her house, she cried when Shouta told her what happened. “God, I forgot about Izuku, oh, my baby,” some things were floating to her, and Shouta didn't dare -didn't have the heart- to use his quirk on her.
“Let's talk with him, he would understand. Midoriya is a big kid,” he reassures her... or tries to.
She shakes her head, just staring at her phone. “Hisashi wants to be here, he is coming next month, we have to-”
“Inko,” he said, harshly. “We can't wait, Midoriya is ignoring me, is not sleeping well, and looks ready to snap, we can't wait for Mr. Midoriya”
He can't get used to calling the man Hisashi, gosh, he has two His-zashi now!
“But-”
“No. As Midoriya's teacher, I will not wait a month for him to get rest. You will talk to him next weekend, you'll complete the form, I'll drag him here, and we will talk. We three, do you agree?“
Because she might be his mother, and the problem child his brother, but he was a teacher, and a hero, before. He was Midoriya's teacher and hero so he would act as one.
He has to look after his kids.
“Okay... Okay. We'll do it”