There the small 6 year old black haired boy laid beside his green haired mother in their twin sized air mattress. They couldn't afford a real bed. Their home was of low quality, cheap, and on the bad side of town.
At least they had shelter. That's what mattered most.
Ever since Hisashi left it's been.. rough. To say the least.
The emerald eyed child arose, angry that he wasn't able to get much rest, the slight burn in his veins irritated him. This wasn't normal.
Nothing was normal.
The black haired boy slid down the small air mattress carefully as to not awake his mother. He walked into the small kitchen and grabbed a chair, pulling it till he got to the cereal cabinet. The 6 year old stretched out as far as he could and eventually grasped onto the cereal, internally shouting in victory. A thought popped into is head. What if he fell?
He did.
He was startled.
Spooked.
Bamboozled.
Flabbergasted.
In awe.
He fell backwards.
Mid fall he turned sideways. BANG. His head hit the corner of the counter. Izuku let out a loud cry as the pain blossomed. He wanted to vomit. It hurt so much. It burned. It burned oh so much.
He saw his mother jumped from the air mattress, wide eyed as.. fire..? Danced in the reflection of her eyes. He looked down and there was a pool of red. Not just that, but a tiny flame danced against it before dying out.
Inko ran to her child. "Oh my baby, are you okay?" .Her voice was in a hushed tone as it had a slight quiver.
The ebony haired boy nodded, too flabbergasted to speak as he felt on the urge of vomiting. He pointed to his wound and his mother got the message, quickly standing up and opening a cupboard.
She hastily grabbed rubbing alcohol, cotton balls, and a bandage.
"This is gonna sting a bit, okay baby? It'll help your wound heal and not get infected." She hummed, sitting infront of her son and dripping some of the rubbing alcohol onto the cotton ball and cleansing the wound.
Izuku's emerald eyes shut tight as he tried to keep in his cries of pain. He needed to be strong. To protect his mother one day. That's what he told himself. He couldn't be weak. Only villains are weak, right?
His mother finished up cleaning the wound and placed a jumbo Spooderman bandage on the disinfected wound.
He peaked his eyes open and smiled at his mother. Why couldn't he have gotten her green, straight hair? He had black, curly hair. Who did he get it from? That's right. His father. His stupid, dumb father.
His father this. His father that. Who needs fathers? They're overrated!
He blinked back into the present and saw that his mother pulled him into a hug.
"Please be more careful, my dear," Her body shook. "That fall could've been worse and I don't know what I could do without you."
"I'll be more careful, mommy. I'm sorry." He hugged her back, burying his head into her long hair.
She sniffled before pulling away. "I'll make you some cereal, okay? Just wait at the table." She stood grabbing the dropped cereal box and setting it on the counter. Soon there was a bowl of cereal made and being eaten by the black haired child while his mother cleaned up the blood.
He wanted to help too! He needs to help because that's what a hero does! He quickly finished his bowl and set it down into the sink, rinsing it, before squatting down next to his mother.
"I can do it Mommy! Because heros always help!" He cheered.
His mother giggled. "It's fine, my darling. You're a hero to me even if you don't always help," She placed a small kiss onto his forehead.
"But.. doesn't a hero help ALLLLLLL the time?" The boy tilted his head in confusion.
"They do help but.. not all the time," The mother stood putting away the cleaning supplies and washing her hands. "Sometimes heros aren't always good but I know you will be a good hero, my dear."
The boy smiled, nodding in ever so slight confusion.
TIME SKIP: TO THE QUIRK DOCTORS OFFICE
The black haired boy sat in his mothers lap in the waiting room. He didn't want to play with the bright colored and rather dirty toys. He wanted to stay with his mother forever.
"Midoriya!" An old voice yelled. There stood an old, short man with grey hair.
"C'mon baby, that's us." His mother stood after the boy got off. They connected their hands and quickly walked to the doctor.
"Follow me," The old man turned and led them both into a room. "Take a seat please. Alright, Ms. Midoriya, on the phone you said your child has developed a blood related fire quirk, right?"
"Correct. While I was asleep he went to get a box of cereal and fell off the chair, leading him to hit his head on the edge of a counter. I also talked to Dr. Reiki about checking out the wound, I could only disinfect the wound and hospitals cost too much for us." She hung her head in shame that she could not provide enough money for her childs health.
"Of course, we can take him to Dr. Reiki right now." The old man stood up and motioned for us to follow him.
TIME SKIP: AFTER VISITING DR. REIKI AND BACK TO THE QUIRK DOCTORS ROOM
It turned out that everything was fine and only the skin tore. Wounds in the head bleed a lot more than other parts of the body, making it seem much worse. It should be better in a few days and leave minimal scarring.
"Now, back to the topic of little Midoriya's quirk. What is your quirk and the fathers quirk?"
"My quirk is called Small Pull, it's a weak telekinesis and I'm only able to pull small objects. My ex-husbands quirk is called Fire Breath. He's able to breath fire."
"Interesting.. what about both of your parents quirks? And do you both have any siblings?" He didn't look up from the notepad as he wrote the information down.
"Neither of us have siblings. My mother's quirk is Reflect, she can push objects away from her at whatever speed she wants. My fathers quirk is Pull, he's able to pull anything towards him that is lighter than two trucks(two trucks have se-). My ex-mother-in-law's quirk is Pyrokinesis, she can control fire. My ex-father-in-law's quirk is called Bloody Fangs, he needs small doses of blood from any animal every week to stay alive." Her head hurt because of how much she was talking.
"Alright, thank you Ms. Midoriya. I've come to a conclusion that your son has a blood reactive fire quirk. There is most likely more to it and we would like to put him in a quirk training class, would every Wednesday at 5:30pm or Saturday at 4:50 work?"
"I think Saturday would work the best, thank you Dr. Atsuo!" Inko smiled, standing up.
"Little Midoriya, would you like to name your quirk right now or later?"
"Later please! I want to name it accurately." He bounced up and down. Now he could move! It was so boring sitting down and listening to the adult talk, talk, talk!
The doctor chuckled. "Very well, have a good day you two!"
And they were out the door.
He couldn't wait to show Kacchan!
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