The Cafe

Chapter Two

A/N : Guess who forgot to update?

Light green and dark black hair puffed once in awhile as he danced around the kitchen. His mom is resting for the afternoon, work has been hard on her lately so he took it upon himself to prepare snacks for the both of them.

Surely sandwich and cold glass of orange juice would be enough? Should he add cookies? Maybe he should, just to calm his nerves down, thinking it wouldn't be enough.

With a determined expression he glanced at the clock, an hour is enough.

Izuku sat on the couch, head leaned back and hands relaxed by his sides. He was laying back for about five minutes now, letting his blood stop boiling before laying down.

He felt like he just ran a marathon and swam for days, an exaggeration, he knows. He's so unfit, he needed to fix that.

He was about to doze off when the oven made a sound, indicating its done. He sighed, stretching as he walked back in the kitchen.

He pulled on mittens, cat designed ones, and carefully pulled the metal tray out. Placing it on the counter to cool for a minute.

Izuku bit into one, munching carefully. Good, it taste just like how moms cookies does.

He bit into it once again but a sudden knocking on the door grabbed his attention. His brow furrowed, mentally checking if they had someone coming by, which he was sure none was.

Cautiously, he walked up to the door, peeking into the hole on it and saw no one outside. He shivered, Was it a ghost? Or maybe someone ding-dong-ditch them...

Izuku sighed, hands shaking slightly as he gripped the doorknob. He opened the door just enough to peek out, he peeked and saw no one again.

"Izuku, what are you doing?"

He jumped and a embarrassing squeak left his mouth. He looked up to the very tall man just by the side of the door. Messy white hair, perfectly aligned freckles on both side of the man's cheeks, red eyes alight with amusement.

"Dad!" He gasped, shoving the door open wider and jumped into the man's arms. He struggled a bit, seeing as his dad seemed to be half giraffe.

"HAHA, I sure did miss you too, kid." His dad tightened his grip around his back, lips placing a feather like kiss on his head.

"Why didn't you call? I could have cooked more." He mumbled on his dad shoulder, tears threatening to spill.

"Well, it wouldn't be a surprise anymore." His dad pulled away slightly, giving him the same sunshine smile that he would see when he looked at a mirror or pictures. "Anyway, I brought cake."

Izuku's eyes sparkles as his dad held up his favorite cake. He walked in, slightly dragging the taller man in. Eager to eat the cake and cookies which is cooled now.

He let his dad walk off and into their room where his mom is still resting in. A few minutes later he heard her scream, not a frightened or scared one, no, a delighted one.

He let them have their moment for about thirty minutes before calling out that the food is ready. He sat on his seat, to the left of where his dad would sit.

Both walked down, bright smiles on and holding hands. Honestly, they're both adorable. Izuku awed mentally, he hasn't seen their, sometimes yucky, lovey dovey interaction in years. Sure, his dad calls but face to face interaction is different.

They ate their snack silently, his mom letting him munch on a piece of cake even though its slightly close to dinner. His dad is looking at him fondly, probably reminiscing Izuku's younger years. Baby fat and all.

They talked about life and almost everything that happened that we (forgot to) didn't tell on the phone.

His dad sternly said they'd talk about school, bullies and what I told him on the phone later. It would be a long talk, He's sure.

Izuku knows he would have to tell them everything, including the 'jump off a rooftop' thing. Which he's not excited about, at all.

Conversation flowed smoothly after, they even called Tenko, talking about nothing and everything at the same time.

Izuku cleaned the plates slowly to slow down the time that he had before he'd have to talk to his parents about what happened. Dinner has been quiet, they were soaking in the feeling of dining together again, though they still wanted Tenko there. Both greenette missing the, sometimes too sassy, light blue haired teen.

His dad walked in, amusedly looking at him washing like a sloth. Hisashi chuckled, making a clone of himself and took over washing the last bowls.

"Come on, Kid. Let's talk in the living room."

Izuku groaned, head bowed down, his lips slightly bleeding from too much biting and nibbling on it. Father and son walked into the living room, Izuku dreading the long talk.

"Start whenever you're ready, Izuku." Inko placed her hand on top of her sons. Sending a gentle smile to him, his dad nodding at her side.

"W-well.... Kacchan didn't like that I was quirkless, when we were kids, and... Well, he started picking on me. It wasn't that bad, at first. But then his new friends started saying insults, the best a kid could think of." Izuku sighed, eyes solely looking on the coffee table, "Kacchan doesn't really say something that would hurt that bad, but he gave me the nickname Deku when he tried to read my name in the park. And, well, it sticked. I was Deku to them."

He saw his dads hand clench, his moms hand shook. Izuku ringed his fingers together, occasionally rubbing his thumb on the back of his wrist.

"He started leaving me to chase after their backs when 'we' would go out to play. Always the weak one, so I had to walk behind. He acts like I don't exist sometimes and sometimes he would talk to me like before." He smiled bitterly, "Kacchan was my first friend so I didn't want to leave him. I stayed and it didn't really work in my favor. One time when they were teasing a kid I.... I stood up against them, and that was when he started using his quirk against me."

Izuku talked and talked about what happened until middle school, leaving the 'jump' thing, hoping they wouldn't notice, his dad wouldn't notice. But he did.

"That's not all it is, am I right?" He spoke, voice scarily steady.

"I-it is, Dad!"

Hisashi stared right into his emerald green eyes. Silent, not a word uttered. His dad looked like he was looking straight right into his soul.

"W-well...." He looked away, slightly nervous, "He, well, uhm..."

"He took it too far, didn't he..." Inko mumbled, hands shakily gripping her skirt. Eyes held unshed tears, his son had been hiding it for so long and she felt like such a bad mother for not noticing.

Izuku's sight blurred with tears, lips trembling, "He told me to pray for a quirk in my next life..."

His mom gasped, tears falling like a tap was turned, hand covering her trembling lips.

"And take a swan dive off a rooftop..."

|| Oh no, mama Inko don't think like that! You're such a great mother, you did your best. And sometimes mothers couldn't control what would happen to their child/children. So all they could do is help them out and guide them to the right way again.

Remember to stay hydrated and eat lots. Have a great day, noon, afternoon, or night! ||