Puppet Master

Perfectly Fine

*!!!CRASH!!!*

Asa jumped up, letting his book flip close, and bolted into the kitchen. Yuma was staring at Izuku with wide eyes, Izuku had jumped back in an almost fighting stance at the sudden drop of a plate, the plate in question had shattered all over the kitchen floor. He navigated around it and pulled Izuku back before the boy could lean down and try to pick up the pieces without gloves because, if the bite wound on his arm is anything to go by, and his lack of a right arm, Izuku has no self preservation whatsoever. "What happened?" Asa looked down at Izuku. "What did you mean by that?" The greenette looked between the plate, Yuma, and Asa. "I- I'm s- sorrae...?" Asa sighed and looked over his shoulder at Eijiro who was now peering into the kitchen. "Ei, can you take Izuku to your room while we clean this up?" The boy nodded and quickly did as told, Izuku trailing behind, looking back at them sadly. Asa moved around the pieces of broken ceramic to his wife, gently laying a hand on her shoulder. Yuma looked up at him.

"Asa... I don't... what am I supposed to say to that?" she asked earnestly. Scaredly. Asa gently guided his wife to the couch and sat her down. "Let me clean up the kitchen and then we'll talk, okay?" She nodded.

It took a bit to make sure all of the bits and pieces were swept up and properly disposed of. Asa joined Yuma on the couch.

"I don't know what brought this on," she started. "He's never wanted to see her before. He even said her name! Izuku has a panic attack at just the sound of it!" Asa hushed her, gently rubbing Yuma's back. "I don't know, Yuma. It's hard to tell what goes through Izuku's mind. We really, really need to approach this carefully because as much as I don't think it is a good idea to let him see her, Izuku wouldn't have brought this up for no good reason. These are... new grounds he is treading I think with trying to get past his past." Yuma frowned, hanging her head. "B- but... I don't want to let him..." she whispered. "I'm his mother, not that poor excuse for a human being," she all but hissed. Asa shook his head. "If there is one thing I am sure of, Izuku does not think of that woman as his mother. Your place isn't being taken by anyone." Yuma frowned. "I know..." Asa gave her a gentle, side-hug. "I am going to go get Izuku and Eijiro and we can all talk about this together, alright?" She nodded.

Asa took a deep breath before knocking on the boys' door. *knock knock knock*

...

"Who is it?" Eijiro's voice came from the other side.

Everyone knew that it was either Asa or Yuma but 'healing' and 'fully healed' are two different things, as their current situation has oh so greatly illustrated, and Izuku still went around every night locking the doors and windows so knocking on the door to confirm his identity was still a must, especially now.

"It's Dad," he called back. The door opened after a beat. Eijiro stood there looking scared and confused, obviously not knowing how to handle this situation which, to be fair, neither did Asa. Izuku sat on Eijiro's bed, the redhead probably having wanted to keep them close like he did in these situations, holding his Present Mic plushie, Hime rubbing against his back having noticed her boys distress.

Asa gave a small wave. "It's alright to come out now. Why don't you two come join me and your mother in the living room, k?"

Izuku hesitated, trying to dissect the atmosphere. Eijiro, bless his heart, went over to his brother and extended a hand, offering to be the silent rock for Izuku as he always was. Izuku reached out and took the hand, letting go of his plushie and following the two back into the living room.

As always, when Izuku was a bit out of sorts, he would take the right corner of the couch, Hime beside him, Eijiro at his feet, and Akio at Eijiro's feet but on the ground. Asa suppressed a sigh and sat by Yuma, turning to them.