A Silent Kind of Strength

Chapter 63

Unfortunately Izuku had to sit through a lecture when Yamada got home. He didn't yell. Just went into a long and detailed spiel on why not telling them about Inko contacting him could have gone badly. Illustrating his points with news clips about kids being abducted by estranged parents, and how badly some of those instances had ended.

It was an uncomfortable and emotionally draining talk. But it could have been worse. Izuku didn't think he would have done well if his foster father had yelled or hit him. As it was he just sat there and did his best to not flinch at the insinuation that his mom was dangerous, and tried to memorize the alternative options for what to do in the future.

After he was done, instead of walking away like most authority figures in his life would have after telling him he did something stupid, the blonde hero stooped down to offer a hug instead. And then, like the kind man he was, he offered to listen as Izuku went over what was said during the meeting.

So the teen spilled, already tired and confused from his long day he just needed to talk it all out it seemed. He rambled on, fighting off tears, about the new boyfriend and how scary he was. Big and muscular with a resting glower. And of the sideways comments on his quirklessness. And of how things had all gone wrong with his embarrassed admittance to liking a boy.

He completely broke there. Sobbing at the reaction he had received and how much it hurt to know his mom thought him disgusting. He had known she didn't particularly like him after his diagnosis, but her absolute rejection of the little part of himself he had just started exploring hurt way more than he would have ever guessed.

He couldn't help but feel like she had just gone from not liking him to completely hating him. And he didn't know what to do about it.

Mic was surprisingly soft voiced as he began soothing the teen. Starting up quiet reassurances and kind observations as soon as he was sure the boy he was holding was done unloading all of his stress and confusion. It felt like an eternity later when the kid stopped crying and just… slumped against his guardian. The hero settled and decided to just sit there and be Izuku's comfort for now. He had no doubt that the episode at the coffee shop would cause ongoing issues. Doubts and self hatred he and Shouta would have to nip in the bud. But right at that second he was happy to let the poor boy rest and regain some semblance of self control.

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Shinso hummed as he took the elevator up to their floor. He and Denki'd had a blast. They didn't get much homework done, but the three hours of kicking the electric blonde's ass at mario cart was worth it.

The sideways flirting was nice too. It was refreshing to have someone who was blatantly interested in him, and willing to make it so obvious. He knew Kaminari was a flirt to everyone, but he honestly thought there might be a spark there.

Maybe if he could get over his raging crush on Izuku he could give Denki a real chance. The two of them did have fun together, and he would admit to himself that the blonde hero to be was very attractive. Slim and a bit wiry, with a pretty face and an infectious smile.

He was currently refusing to think about the small conversation at the mall. And the fact that he had looked more into polyamory during one of his early morning insomniatic web jumping escapades. He wasn't sure anyone else would be interested in a polycule and he was 100% not brave enough to ask.