The Cafe

The start of a Sweet Adventure

Izuku Midoriya sat on his bed, room lit only by his desk lamp. He held his phone in one hand, the other running through his hair.

He glanced at the device for the fifth time, still contemplating on calling his dad or just jumping on a train, heading to somewhere as far as it could go.

'C'mon, don't be scared Izuku. He's your dad, he will know what to do.'

He bit his lip, gnawing on it for a few moments before quickly unlocking his phone screen, dialing his Dad's number and throwing the device on his pillow.

Red, quite puffy, eyes from crying staring worriedly over his phone.

Second ring....

Third ring....

Fourt-

"Hello, Izuku."

Green eyes widens, hands scrambling to pick up his phone. He took a few deep breaths before placing his phone by his ear.

"H-hey, Dad. How are you?"
He winced at the squeak that is his voice. Praying his Dad didn't notice the sniffle.

"What happened?"
His Dads plain, no-bullshit-please voice made him worry his bottom lip on his teeth again.

"I... I met All Might today..."

"Isn't that great, He's your idol right?"

He sniffled, wiping away the stray tears trailing down his cheeks again, "Yeeeeah," his voice broke, "It was great alright."

"Did he say something that made you cry."

It wasn't a question, it was clear as day, his Dad's pissed. He wasn't really a fan of All Might, which didn't really make sense to the greanette. He's always encouraged him to look up to heroes, to observe them, see their heroic act. He taught Izuku to see the good in people but never be blinded by kindness.

"I asked him... If I could be a hero, evenwithoutaquirk." His voice ended up lowing in volume and fast spoken out.

"..." His Dad shuffled papers around, probably wanting to hear it from his son directly without interrupting.

"He said no..." Izuku sobbed, hand clenched lightly on the phone. "I mean... I understand it's dangerous, I don't have something to protect me from other quirk using villains but he could've let me dream and wake up to reality myself." He took a deep breath, he knew his father is listening, merely waiting for him to calm down before presenting a solution.

"I-.... I understand, Dad. It just hurts so much." He whispered out, laying on his bed. Blanket by his feet, balled into something he could fidget with with his foot.

"Tell you what, my son." His Dad shuffled more from the other line, breath steady as he spoke again, "We'll think of something together,

I'm coming home."