Detached

Wants and Needs (chap 19)

Aizawa prided himself in being a level headed man, so ending up in an alley way with his ward's amnesiac mother wasn't something he, as a level headed man, would allow to happen, and yet, there he stood, in an alley with the very same woman who birthed, raised, and forgot about the child currently in his care.

"Excuse me sir, mind if I have a word with you?"

The underground hero wondered where it all went wrong. Just yesterday he and Izuku were in their newly bought home, appraising it and making future plans. Why was Inko speaking to him now? Izuku was doing good, great even, with his quirk, his confidence, his school, himself, yet Aizawa has to watch all of that crumble in the mere sight of the woman standing before him. Every piece of effort and hard work, melting into a puddle at the poor child's feet, and Aizawa is left to pick up whatever he can hold between his fingers, it all slipping through the cracks again and again.

Aizawa knew it was unjust to feel any negativity towards the woman. She had done no wrong, it wasn't her fault, but- she was harm, she was hurt, she was the damage that Izuku had to suffer every time he laid eyes upon the features he should love, should cherish, rather than wince at it and the one who held them first. Aizawa didn't hate her, but he resented her being, her symbol.

She is ignorant to the suffering she causes, he knew that, he knew that, and yet, why should he care? Being stabbed by a blind man doesn't change the fact that you were stabbed, the crime was committed, willingly or not, why should the offender continue to hold the knife as the victim bandages themselves up time and time again. Ignorant, unknowing, naive hurt, may as well be the worst of them all, for the self at least.

He wanted Izuku to be happy, and that meant having his mother back, but that was only if she remembered. As far as Aizawa knows, she doesn't remember anything, barely his name, let alone that he's hers, but the man wasn't a hero for nothing, he wasn't stupid. He knew that if she had come to him when they had yet to have any interactions with each other, it meant that she knew something about Izuku. Perhaps she finally remembered him, or maybe she just had this feeling she had to resolve. Either way, the man didn't know whether or not he was prepared for the answer.

"Go ahead. Miss-?"

"Midoriya."

As if he didn't already know that.

"Yes, Ms.Midorya, what would you like to ask me?"

"It just seems to me that the boy in your care happens to be my son."

The string of curse words that went through the others head was strong enough to make even a sailor wince.

"May I ask how you arrived at that conclusion?"

Behind his back, he turned on his phone and pressed record. He thanked the Gods that Izuku was in school and far away from this interaction. The poor kid has had nightmares about leaving Aizawa. The man himself wouldn't admit how he'd also felt a rush of anxiety at the thought of the child leaving him as well.

"He's my son, sir, you can't take him away from me."

"Ms.Midoriya, I am asking you how you got the idea that he was your son in the first place. Please answer so we can go over this and find out the root of the problem."

"His bedroom. In my house there is a room I haven't opened in what feels like years, yet inside held photos of your ward, his achievements, his information, for God's sake I have his birth certificate, and not a copy. I don't know why I don't remember him, but as his mother, I should be in his life."

Aizawa couldn't refute that statement. Now, legally, he was told that if she were to ever remember Izuku, he had to hand him over and go about their separate ways, but she just said she didn't remember. She knows for a fact that he's her son, but nothing about the four years they had together. He'd have to report this in.