I...um got the milk? (MidoFaRe FANFIC)

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Why did they have to (eye color), they could've been green. Anything but (eye color) but fate had other plans.

Izuku had bright round (eye color) eyes, with dark green twinkles. Cream Freckled cheeks, yet if you squint there was a (skin color) undertone. Curly dark green hair, squinting yet again, his hair was (hair color) at the roots.

Even if she wanted to forget her husband ever existed, Izuku would be her constant reminder, that he does.

She couldn't even look at him without crying. She pokes the Chubb of his cheek watching his nose scrunch up. He squirmed waving his chubby hands around, kicking his feet opening his mouth.

He squeaked, lips puckering.

Even his little scowl remind her of her somewhat marriage.

As stated Izuku was a gift, like a picture to capture moment forever and get old with age.

Maybe it was a heat of the moment, maybe he planned this and wanted to torment her with his afterimage.

By the time he learned to talk and walk, he was sporting (skin color) patches on his freckled skin. And his hair a shade (darker\lighter) much like his father's (hair tone) (hair color) hair.

She thought this would be it, this was all. She thought that she'll only have to deal with a kid with a huge hyperfixation, with Japan's heros.

She was wrong, the weight on her shoulder seemed to push further down. Sitting in that tiny uncomfortable stool, peering into that of man who wore glasses slouched in his chair.

Izuku sat idly next to her, dropping his figurine before his mother pulled it up, with a motion of her finger.

"Well my husband breathes fire" she remembers saying, that fact that she knew his quirk to begin with still amazed her.

Her husband wasn't much of a talker, if anything most of information came from his small habit of muttering or a short conversation if she was lucky.

She can't say she's seen the quirk in action, she'll just have to trust her gut.

She remembers leaning on the door to his room listening to that same grotesque video play all over again. The laugh that resonated from the speaker was almost taunting.

It made her stomach squeeze hearing his little sniffle.

The door opens with a creak, she stumbled in, he's looking at her with those beady (eye color) eyes.

Those (eye color) eyes- her lips tremble, she falls to her knees whimpering incoherent words, mumbling apologies while desperately try to grasp what left of her self respect.

Tears form in her eyes corners, cheek wet from the ones that slipped from his round (eye color) eyes.

"Do you..-Do you think I can be a hero too?"

He clutches his all might toy, that prerecorded laugh made her head ache, it gets annoying to hear it every day for the past 3 years.

Could he be a hero? Hero were so flashy these days, with their quirks, and the generation seems to get stronger.

"I am here!"

Thus the end of the recording, the room goes black, Izuku swivels in his chair, crying into her chest, toy slipping from his fingers.

His lip jutted, whimpering sobs filling the fabric of his mother's sweater. Tiny fingers gripping her sleeves.

She caressing his hair and pushing him further into her shoulder.