This is a deku bowl, it will end with a ship,but you'll have to read till the end to find out.
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Izuku midoriya was born into the mafia. His father works for the mafia and so does his mother. he's not an ornament or a decoration. He's not a kitt...
♪Third person Pov• ♪| Izuku drove, and he drove. The suttle him of the engine and skid of the wheels on asphalt calmed him.
His mother used to do this when he wouldn't sleep as a baby. Sure it costed a shit load of money to drive for a half hour night. It would be wasting money if it didn't bring her son to the quiet calm that it did.
It made the women happy to see her son in a state she feared she may never get to experience again.
Hizashi was never home and through he didn't tell inko where he was, she knew. She knew about the drugs and the homicides. Though she played dumb for her sake. It was selfish to ignore the things they did to her son.
Inko wanted her son to live a normal life, so for her, ignorance is bliss. She did not see the steroids they pumped into her son. She did not see the training. She did not know.
Izuku yawns once the sobbing stops. His belly rumbles, asking for food. He didn't want to go back to the bar in fear that bakugou was lurking there.
"He was fucking toga and only used him for his body. That's, that's all it is." Izu muttered to himself. He's just like my no good father. Despite himself, a year rolled down his cheek.
His father was less than ideal but on the outside he wasn't a bad man, he loved izuku, but oh boy were they for the wrong reasons.
Izuku stopped at a traffic light. He picked up his phone and dialed kirishimas number. Katsuki was right, kiri is much better with the emotional stuff to than the rest of them.
The line rang five times before the shark boy picked up. "Izuku is everything okay?"
Izuku paused. Could he tell kirishima what was going on without revealing the weakest part of himself ? He quickly decided.
"Yea, kiri-nii, could I come over and cuddle...?"
"Course bro! Cuddling is the manliest!" Izuku smiled when the mental image of kiris sharp smile ran through his head.
"Thanks kiri-nii, I'll be there in an hour..." He trails off as his stomach drops, what if kirishima thought it was pathetic that izu ran with his tail between his legs. (Wait I mean metaphorical tail, I gotta clarify here)
"Hey what's wrong man? You sound sick? Are you running a fever? I can make you some soup?"
Izu laughs a little "No no- I'm not sick. However that soup would be a blessing~"
"Two bowls of hot and sour soup coming up!" Izu could once again hear the smile of the sharp tooth boy.
"Thanks kiri-nii, see ya"
"See ya!"
Midoriyas chest bubbles with excitement, he doesn't get to spend time with kiri often because of his friendship with katsuki but this time bakugou can't get in his way.
He pulls into kiris driveway about a half an hour later and knocks on the red door, with a sign reading the kirishima household.
Kirishimas' mother opens the door "Oh Midoriya! isn't it wonderful too meet you! Your father talks big game of you in meetings! Please come in come in! Kirishima is in the kitchen." She smiles and sits on the couch kissing her wife, kirishimas' step mom, on the cheek.
From what izuku knows kiris mothers have been married since he was two. His mother was forced to marry his father according to a mafia agreement. A year after kirishima was born, his father died in combat so his mother married for love.
Izuku stepped into the kitchen hugged kiri from behind, about a foot shorter than kiri. "Guess who"
Kiri smiled and hummed to himself. "Is ittttt, bakubro?"
"Nope!!"
"How abouttt Froppy?!'
"No silly!"
Kirishima smirks and turns around, pushing izu against the cabinet "How about tiny little bunny prey~?"
Izukus breath catches in his throat and he whines.
The two look over to see kirishimas step mom in the doorway to the kitchen. Kiri chuckles nervously "Hey mama, I'm gay."
Kirishimas' step moms eyes are blown wide "We figured honey..." She says distantly before turning around slowly and giggling as she walks back to the couch to share with her wife.
"Whoops I totally just outed you-" izuku laughs a little
"Nah they've known for a while it just wasn't spoken"
They both laugh to themselves, it was awkward, but an endearing kind of awkward.
Kirishima rubbed the back of his neck. "S-sorry..."
Izuku kisses his cheek "Don't worry, I thought it was hot~"
Kirishimas blush spreads down his neck and his mom shouts through the house "Hah! Evelin owes me 100 dollars!!"
They both chuckle. "C'mon we can bring the soup up to my room and hang out." Izuku nods and grabs his bowl, smiling softly.
The boys walk in silence, simply enjoying each others company untill they arrive at kiris room. He opens the door to show a training room and a bed, a picture of bakugou and him on a desk, accompanied by a bunch of papers and a few books. Kiri pulls up a chair for himself, gesturing for izuku to sit in the bed.
Izuku wiggles his nose and then scratches it. Slurping a spoon full of soup, his eyes widen "Did you make this on your own or is it from a can? Cuz it's super good-" he takes another soon full, smiling.
Eijirou chuckles a little, "It's from a can but my moms buy the good kind, I'm definitely not as good as bakubro!"
Izukus chest tightens and he chews on his lip "Hey kiri-nii?" Kiri keeps slurping his soup, not looking up. "Yea baby?"
He would blush but he's a little preoccupied "Can we refrain from talking about bakugou today... We got into a fight and it's still fresh..." He scratches the back of his neck.
"Oh yeah bro! No problem!" He smiles and looks up at izuku.
Izuku sighs softly, there isn't a better man out there.... But is kirishima the man for me? Is he who I want to call in the middle of the night? I don't know I don't know... Does he even like me? God I need these commitment issues sorted out...
~I hope you enjoyed this chapter very much!!(~￣³￣)~ ♪1,055 words|♪
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