My Hero Academia: Hell is a Mess

Father Returns?!

Prompt: Izuku's father returns!

I am so sorry to the person who requested this over four months ago. I legit forgot about it. 

However, I hope it's a better late than never situation for you.

Anyways, there's more to this prompt. However, I will not be revealing what. You'll see it when you read it. Or read the warnings. That may say it as well.

This happens a couple days after the internship for clarification, so he isn't too traumatized yet.

Warnings: Sadness, Arguing, Death

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This is going to sound off, or wrong depending the kind of person you are, but Mom rarely asks me to come home. Even before I moved in with Shouta, she rarely asked me to come home. She expects me to come home obviously. It's just whenever I want, and she overall trusts me to come back. When she does ask me to come back, without fail, it's always something serious. Not always bad serious. Just serious

It it is one of those times. She called me after school and asked me to come over, and I know it can't be too bad if there is joy in her voice. Thus, why I am home.

I don't hesitate to come in and holler, "Mom, I'm home!"

Mom scurries out of the kitchen with a large smile, something I haven't seen in a long time ,"Izuku, baby! You will not believe it!"

"Did Dad come home?" I say, obviously joking.

"Yes!"

"Wait, what?"

I don't get the chance to recover as she drags me into the kitchen. At the kitchen counter, Hisashi Midoriya stands. Just like me, he has curly hair and freckles, but that's where the similarities end. His hair is jet black and pulled back into a pony. His eyes are red and more angular. He has a beard. He towers over Mom and I in size.

Simply put, he looks almost nothing like us.

Hisashi gives me a big smiling, remaining in his place, "Hey, kiddo! How are ya?" Okay, so maybe I got the energy from him. Though, I must be honest and say there is something off putting about him. He leaves for ten years of my life only to return and act like we're good pals? Call me petty but no.

Nevertheless, I will attempt to play along.

I respond with a grin, "I'm good, thank you for asking! I didn't even know that you were still alive!"

"Izuku!" Mom exclaims.

However, Hisashi laughs out loud, "You weren't kidding when you said he was a spitfire, Inko!" I always thought Mom was joking when she said I had a similar personality to him. I guess not.

"Ah, so you two talked about me instead of with me?" Okay, so maybe I am in attack mode now.

"Izuku," Mom tries again in attempts to make me civil, but Hisashi raises a placating hand to her.

"You don't need to defend me. It's not making the situation any better, " Hisashi's smile drops to something more gentle as he focuses on me, "You're not wrong, kiddo, and there's no way to fix that. I could have talked to you but I didn't and I apologize." That's something? Sorry, but this is basic. I'm not asking for the man to go on his knees begging for forgiveness or anything. I'm just asking for me, if you get what I mean.

"Why didn't you?" I question with my arms crossed, the smile on my face dropped.

"To be honest? I was embarrassed..."

"Embarrassed of having a quirkless child?"

"Yes," Hisashi responds softly, and I can't help the anger that grows. I would understand if I was a druggie or something shit, but because of genetics?! That's just bullshit! Honestly, I just want to leave and never return, but there's a sick part of me that picks up on something. That wants to investigate on that something. I will personally blaming Nezu for making me have this feeling later.