Who is Irome Bakugo? (mha fanfic)

The Real Y/n

This is what Aro would look like at around 15. For context he is half American and half Japanese.

I don't quite remember stumbling back, but I apparently did, and fell right into Sohmas arms. He kept me up glancing down at me, "Hey it's alright. This is good, it's more information on your moms past."

I look back at him eyes wide, "I just don't get it. How could he mean so much to my mother that she named her son after him and get I know nothing about him? And she went to the same training course as my uncle Hawks? Why did I never know?"

"I think it's pretty well established that your mom had a lot of secrets." Sohma says helping me stand up straight again.

"But this? The training course is whatever, it's weird that she kept it a secret, but it's not life changing. But hiding the reason behind your own child's name? And with Oboro too! It's ridiculous! Why don't I know anything about her? She was my own fucking mother!" I say raising my voice as I flip through each picture of my mom and this mysterious Aro.

"Iro quiet down, your uncle or brother will hear you." Sohma tries calming me down but I shush him having noticed a tape at the very bottom of the box.

I bend down picking it up and read the title out loud, "A day at the training course."

"A video?" Sohma asks looking at it over my shoulder.

"A home video from the looks of it. My mom and dad always filmed me and my siblings. So I wouldn't be surprised if my grandparents did the same with her." I explain ducting off the tape.

Sohma backs away and looks through other boxes. Before I can ask what he's doing he seems to read my mind by saying, "I'm looking for a tape player or dvr. So we can watch the video."

I okay with the tape a little in my hands. Did I really want to see this? I know it would be helpful, but I'd have to watch her. I'd have to watch her be the happy carefree child everyone described her as. Would I really be strong enough for that yet?

No, I can't try and talk myself out of this. I need to know, even if it hurts. The truth, or something that helps us find it could be in this video. Placing the tape down gently on the box I walk the opposite direction of Sohma and begin looking through the other unopened boxes, "I'll look over here then. Let's find this quick."

15 minutes later

"Oh my gosh Sohma! I think this is it!" I say excitedly point at the final box on my side of the attic.

Sohma comes rushing over and after a quick look he smiles reaching down, "You're right. This is definitely an old tape player."

Carefully he picks it up and I look at it more closely, "Wow, this is really how people watched stuff?"

"Guess so, back in the olden days." Sohma says blowing off the dust on top of the machine.

I smile and walk away back to the original box filled with the pictures and pull out the tape. I look back at Sohma, "Well then, you ready to go watch this?"

Sohma smiles back and follows me towards the exit, "Totally ready, let's just hope this thing works."

10 minutes later

"Well that took longer than expected." Sohma says taking a breath of fresh air having finally set up the tape player.

While he did that I went and found Haro and Higo who came up with nothing but old clothes in my moms closet. I had sent a text to Oboro who managed to escape my brother and uncle around 5 minutes ago.

Him and Sohma just finished hooking up the player to the tv in my bedroom. Sohma took a seat next to me on the my bed as Oboro stayed by the player with the tape in hand. He glanced down at it and then back at us, "You guys ready?"