Author note: For those who weren't my readers last year, I'm puertorican. That's a small island in the Caribbean. I'm latinoamerican and giving my place of birth, we celebrate something after New years, and we celebrate "Dia de los reyes" the day of the 3 wise man that came see baby Jesus. So, since it's a holiday, each one of my stories is getting an extra chapter today.
Thursday
Inko: Oh dear. I just don't know. Isn't this a little... much for someone my age?
*inko said, looking at herself in the mirror. She was getting ready to go meet izuku's friend parents, and asked mitsuki for help. The problem was that she asked mitsuki for help, so inko was right now wearing something that in her mind wasn't appropriate for her age. Mitsuki, for her part, didn't see anything wrong with it.*
Mitsuki: What are you talking about? You look terrific! The backless dress is a terrific choice
Inko: Maybe with your bodystyle mitsu. I just don't have the body to pull it off anymore
*Inko said, looking at herself in the department store mirror. The dress didn't look bad on her. It just wasn't something she was all that comfortable wearing. This is why mitsuki picked it so that inko would come out of her comfort zone. But she got distracted by what Inko said, making her mutter bitterly, but still loud enough for inko to hear it*
Mitsuki: Geeze, I wonder why.
Inko:.... Mitsu. honey. I love you. But please tell me that you're not blaming my son because I gained weight?
*inko asked with a raised eyebrow, looking at her friend through the mirror. Mitsuki shrugged, leaning forward a little on her chair, since she wasn't afraid to be truthful. Well. Truthful from her perspective, she's telling the truth.*
Mitsuki: I'm just saying, you eat when you're stressed, and that boy has caused you so much stress, not telling you where he's been all these years
Inko: Ok. But that has more to do with my coping mechanism. Not the fact that my son doesn't trust me.
*inko said with a shake of her head. What was the truth to Mitsuki was simply wrong from Inko's perspective. Mitsuki rolled her eyes and looked rather annoyed now. That inko brought up the fact that izuku doesn't trust his own mother*
Mitsuki: And he doesn't trust you for a really stupid reason
Inko: Mitsu, I really don't want to have this discussion. Can't we just talk about what I'll wear?
*inko said with a small smile, but unfortunately, inko didn't have the backbone to be firm about changing the subject, and mitsuki was to stubborn to change course, in her mind her ship was tough enough, it can survive the iceberg of the conversation. *
Mitsuki: I'm just saying. What was he expecting you to say? That yeah, a kid without powers can totally be the next number one hero?
???: Then it's a good thing I never wanted to be the next number one
*they heard a male voice say, they looked and were surprised to see Inko's son there with them. izuku, for his part, was leaning on a pillar, as always with that big plastic smile on his face. Izuku walked up to them, with a dress in hand. Izuku ignored his mother and looked at mitsuki. With that, I'm better than your attitude that he always has on*
Izuku: I just want to help people, more specifically, help the 20% that you so casually discriminate against.
Inko: Izuku, what are you doing here? With mitsuki here? Please, both of you don't cause any trouble.
*inko said, looking between the two of them. Since last time, these two were together and that Masaru wasn't their.... oh, that poor goat. Mitsuki huffed, annoyed, and flipped her hair at izuku, who kept looking at the older woman with that fake unblinking smile on his face*
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