I Am Here For You (IzuOcha)

Chapter 58: The Fear of Ochaco's Parents

Mr. Uraraka stared down Izuku. Izuku grew serious. This wasn't like before. This was genuine. Izuku looked at Ochaco's mother, who also had a serious expression. Izuku could feel the pressure already.

"Look," Mr. Uraraka started. "You want to be a hero, yes?"

Izuku gave a quiziting look, but answered immediately.

"Yes sir. I do."

Mr. Uraraka stared at Izuku before taking a deep breath. He walked out the kitchen, returning a few seconds later with two chairs, one in each hand. He put a seat down for Izuku and one for himself, a bit apart face to face from each other. He sat, and beckoned for Izuku to sit with him.

"Midoriya." Mr. Uraraka started. "My wife and I... We know why our daughter joined the Hero Course at UA. Shes there for money, to make enough profit to help support us and have legal use of her quirk to help save cost on machines for our construction business. While I know that's ultimately her goal, I also know how much she cares and wants to help people. She will help whoever she can. And I love her for that. But... She will still make sure she is okay at the end of the day."

Mr. Uraraka turned towards his wife, who was standing behind the chair he sat in.

"What kind of hero do you want to be Midoriya?" She asked, her voice slightly deep.

"One that can save everyone, no matter the cost." Izuku said firmly. However, the frowns on the Urarakas faces had only grown more prevalent. Izuku looked at both of them confused. What was the issue exactly? Mr. Uraraka clasped his hands together.

"Midoriya. That... Is an issue we have." Mr. Uraraka said. "Son... we've seen how you fight. And you're getting amazingly strong. The way you were zipping around fighting the Gas guy and that blue fire guy... It was incredible. It reminded us of All Might..."

Mr. Uraraka paused for a second. Midoriya looked down at his knees. They thought of All Might when they saw the fight? But... It wasn't him that was fighting...

"However... From what we have gathered... You are willing to sacrifice anything to save a life. Meaning you are also willing to sacrifice yourself. Or put yourself in multiple situations you may not come back from..." Izuku kept looking at his knees. He knew where this was headed.

"What does Ochaco do if you don't make it back one day? What happens if you damage your body to the point you can't move? What happens if you two are on patrol together and something goes wrong? Do you save her or the civilian?"

Mr. Uraraka's eyes squinted.

"How can you one hundred percent confirm to us that you can keep my daughter safe, happy, and not get yourself killed or put your family in danger?"

It felt as though ten kilograms had appeared in Izuku's chest. Her father was right. Izuku had thought of this on his own time, but could never bring himself to give an answer. However, it was time to confront the obvious problem in front of him. He knew he had the spirit and instinct to jump in whenever anyone needed help. No matter who or what. He would save them. He failed once to save Eri. He refused to ever let someone down again... However...

"It's impossible." Izuku said simply. The father sat up, paying full attention to the green haired boy in front of him.

"The same way I can't guarantee a villain won't pop in through your door right here, right now. Anything can happen. I could die to a villain attack. I already almost have..." Izuku gripped the chest area of his shirt, remembering the gasoline explosion, the shards of glass flying towards him and the school hallway debris covering him.

"But... That doesn't mean I won't give it my absolute all. I can't guarantee I'm going to make it back from every mission in the future. I can't guarantee Ochaco won't get hurt on her own mission. But, I can guarantee one hundred percent that I will try my absolute hardest to save anyone and everyone. I don't wanna be a hero for fame or glory. I just want to save everyone with a smile. And Ochaco is apart of everyone." Izuku stood and stared at Ochaco's parents with a great intensity.

"You asked me what would I do if I don't make it back one day? I can't do anything. I would have died. The only thing I can do is work my hardest to ensure that never happens. You asked what do I do if I can't move anymore from my injuries. I train to do my best to ensure those injuries never happen."

Izuku raised his fist to his chest, looking down at the black arm brace he was wearing.

"You asked if I was on patrol with Ochaco... do I save her or a civilian." Izuku looked dead into Mr. Uraraka's amber eyes.

"There is no choice to be made. I save both of them."

Mr. Uraraka and Izuku stared at each other. The amber eyes pierced Izuku's unwavering green ones. Both the Uraraka's smiled.

"That's one hell of an answer Midoriya." Mr. Uraraka smiled. "One hell of an answer..."

"You are correct Midoriya. You can't ever guarantee anything one hundred percent." Mrs. Uraraka said.

"Those who immediately say 'That won't happen' or 'I'll make sure to protect her no matter what'... Those are people who can't understand the real world or are just saying things to impress the father. You recognize the reality of the situation. You gave a real, honest, and truthful answer. The only thing you can ever do... It try your absolute hardest." Mr. Uraraka smiled.

"Sorry for throwing that onto you so early dear." Mrs. Uraraka said with a hand to her cheek. "Usually we wouldn't ask a sixteen year old a question like that. However... With the way Ochaco talks about you, I don't think you two will be separating anytime soon."

"You passed kid. With surprisingly flying colors." Mr. uraraka said, scratching the back of his head. "Took me a few tries..."

"My father asked Ochata here similar questions," Mrs. Uraraka said, walking towards her husband and putting a hand on his chest. "Of course they were about the dangers of construction work, but similar nonetheless. He was one of the ones that gave that 'one hundred percent' answers. My father would always send him away. Yet Ochata would always return, week after week of contemplating, until he realized what my father was trying to teach him. And now here we are!"

"He taught me a lot of great lessons your father did... Was really harsh on me though!" Mr. Uraraka said with a hearty laugh. "Well son, I think a certain someone is waiting for you to unpack. If she took anything from her mother it was that random temper of hers."

"What was that?" Mrs. Uraraka said with a glare. Mr. Uraraka gulped.

"Well... Excuse me then." Izuku said bowing a bit and turned to walk towards Ochaco's room. Izuku opened the door to see Ochaco sitting on the bed, smiling wide and bright at him. Izuku gave her a smug grin.

"You were listening in the hallway weren't you?" Izuku asked, folding his arms looking at her. Ochaco somehow smiled even wider. She jumped off the bed and floated towards him, landing right in his arms.

"You know me so well." She said as she kissed him. "Now let's get these boxes unpacked. It looks like they brought everything from my old home here!"

Izuku smiled at her excitedness.

"Let's get started then."

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"Baku... What's wrong?" Eri asked from Bakugos lap. Bakugo had been reading his manga on the couch in the living room as Eri peacefully watched Tv. However, something had caught Bakugo's attention from outside the window.

"Stay here runt." Bakugo said as he picked up Eri and placed her on the couch. Eri nodded and went back to focusing on her TV show as Bakugo walked out the front door of the house. He observed the forest area, scanning for any signs of movement. He knew Hima's powers couldn't reach well enough up here to cause any illusion.

However Bakugo swore he saw it. Movement. A shadowy figure from the window. Bakugo walked slowly around the large cabin house, his hands in his pockets outlooking the forest. However the movement he had seen out the corner of his eye had seemingly vanished.

"Tsk," Bakugo clicked as he went back into the house. Something was off. He didn't know what... But he knew he had seen something. Someone...

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