History Always Repeats Itself

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 2 - 'ʀᴇᴠᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏᴠᴇʀʏ'

 This chapter will be Aizawa's revelation of being her biological father. We will also get some 'Bakugo Redemption' time! Yay.

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          Previously. . .

Seeing Inko right now in the condition she was in pained Shota to the core and he immediately felt an immense guilt wash over him, taking the form of his muscles tensing up and leaving him unable to move a few steps past the doorway. Shota was shoved back into reality, quite literally, when the sound of flatlining coming from the heart monitor reached ears and the doctors burst into the room to push the man and the younger girl outside. He barely managed to spare the door a glance before shaking his head and turning to face his newly found daughter only to find tears streaming down her face and dull eyes staring blankly ahead.

  ' Inko was the only parental figure in her life..' Shota thought guiltily to himself, slightly shifting himself over to pull the girl into a loose, unfamiliar hug. The older of the two felt her thin — too thin — arms immediately wrap themselves around him as her quiet sobs were muffled in the crook of his neck, and even after the fabric of his shoulder started to get wet; he didn't mind. Right now, he needed his focus solely on his daughter.

'I will never leave your side ever again, Izumi. I promise, I will try to be someone that you can rely on.'

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// Third Person POV //

A few minutes later, after Izumi calmed down enough to talk, she pulled herself out of the man's arms with her face a bright tomato-red in embarrassment. Aizawa just gave the younger Midoriya a small, albeit genuine, smile (just a slight upturn of the corners of his lips) and patted her on the head, silently marvelling how the teenager's hair was so fluffy. Just like a cat or a bunny. Preferably a cat.

"S-sorry, sir.. that was probably quite weird and impolite of me to hug you.." The greenette mumbled apologetically as she shuffled out of his reach and hugging her arms close to her chest, staring downwards at the ground with her face still slightly red. Aizawa felt his heart ache in the slightest, and even though they just met each other a good 11 minutes and 47 seconds ago (Yes, he was counting), he was ready to protect this young girl — his biological daughter — to the best of his abilities.

'She seems scared of physical contact. What would Inko do..' Aizawa twitched at the thought of Inko but shoved the feeling into the back of his mind for the moment. Just shrugging it off, the man replied with a simple "No worries, kid." After this, it just lapsed into silence between the soon-to-be dynamic duo. Neither one of them were much experienced in the social interaction department. Both of them wanted to break the awkward silence but didn't bother.

A few minutes later, when the silence almost become unbearable to Izumi and she was planning on something she was going to ask the Pro Hero, a doctor exited the room and stopped right in front of the two. Jumping up from her seat and lunging forward, Izumi pestered the doctor with multiple questions.

"How is my mom? What happened to her? Was it some sort of reaction? Is she feeling ok? How is the—" Her rambling was cut short as Aizawa stepped forward and patted her on the shoulder, immediately grabbing her attention while he questioned the doctor. The teenager was surprised at the 180 degree turn his personality took, and found that it only slightly weirded her out.

 "Well, your mother is stable again... but our equipment can only do so much. I'm afraid she only has about nine to ten months left to live, possibly even less. The minimum being at least 7 months. I'm sorry we couldn't do anything more to help." The doctor explained slowly and bowed with his last sentence, lifting his head back up after a few seconds. Turning to face the awfully tensed up hobo-man, he asked "Sir? Are you this young lady's father? If so, please come with me to sign some papers for your wife-"