Within the Tambor household, it's residents were enjoying a quiet, and pleasant breakfast...
...or at least they attempted to, as Izuku was currently muttering up a storm, all the while looking blankly into his bowl filled with cereal like products, that were currently idly floating in pink colored milk...
Now, it alright of you to ask "HOW CAN MILK BE PINK?!", and the answer is very simple! The galaxy is a really massive place, and when you live with one of the most influential beings in the galaxy, you could allow yourself to reach out, and try some of it's finest products, such as afromentioned "Pink Milk", that came from po'acksters...
Po'acksters being a species of adorable little rodents, that came from the "Outer Rim" territories, or more specifically, the planet of E'ronoh located within the Eiram system...
But enough talking about pink milk, as currently both Tambor, and Midoriya family branches were gathered in the kitchen around the dining table, with everyone attempting to eat some breakfast, where Izuku was seemingly having somewhat of a mental breakdown...
As they young inventor continued to spiral out of control, Wheatley who was sitting next to him in a semblance of "Enjoying" the breakfast himself, was getting more and more worried...
After few more prolonged moments filled with Izuku's mad ravings, the AI has had enough, and asked the question on everyone's minds, barring Inko's...
Wheatley: /Questioning, shooting worried glances towards Izuku/ Is it normal for the creator to... Let his mind wander as such?
His question was supported by Wat Tambor (Senior), who currently had his mask off, and was attempting to eat his Cliff Worm meat filled sandwich...
Wat Tambor: /Questioning, also worried for his nephew/ ...I have to confirm this as well Inko, as I have never heard Izuku get himself THIS worked up ever before...
Looking back to young inventor, he could see his son, who was attempting to rouse said nephew from his mutter storm by poking his "Big Brother" on his freckled cheek repeatedly...
While this was already somewhat strange and concerning, the more concering thing was the fact that Inko did not seem to be worried, as she was about finished with eating her breakfast - same food that Izuku did, as she heard wonderful things about the pink milk, which turned out to be true, much to her joy...
With a somewhat silly looking pink milk moustache, the inventor's mother turned to her friend with an almost bored like look, before she cleaned her mouth with a nearby napkin, and afterwards adressed his "misplaced" worries...
Inko: /Pleased from the delicious food, unbothered/ I hate to say this, but it is indeed normal, as even when he was very little, he was already prone to start spiraling into this sort of brainstorming, especially whenever he got worried, or excited... /Smilling, standing from the table/ You should have seen his father, when a three year old child started some sort of incantation by producing an entire orchestra of loosely connected words... Now, let me show you how to snap him out of it.
Saying that, Inko stood up from the table, and walked around it, before coming behind her son, and starting to gently shake him...
Inko: /Questioning, pleasant/ Zuku, honey!~ You are doing it again!~
Yet her first attempt seemed to do nothing, as the afromentioned young man was still filling the air with his muttering...

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My Hero in the Galaxy Far Far Away!
Science FictionInko Midoriya was devastated - her son's dreams were crushed in front of them by an uncaring doctor, informing them both, rather bluntly, that her son would forever be damned for the live of being quirkless... And yet, neither her, or her green bean...