You and me no matter what

~8~

One evening, as they returned from a particularly harrowing patrol, they stumbled upon a sight that made their hearts stop—Inko Midoriya, Deku's mother, standing in the doorway of their makeshift hideout, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and hope. Deku froze, his hand still in Uraraka's grasp. How had she found them?

"Mom?" he choked out, his voice barely above a whisper. Inko rushed forward, her eyes searching her son's face for any signs of injury. She wrapped him in a fierce hug, her body trembling with relief. "I've been looking everywhere for you," she sobbed. "Why did you leave like that?"

Uraraka took a step back, giving them space. She knew the conversation that was about to happen was one that Deku had been dreading for a long time. The weight of their secret was heavy on her heart as she watched them, her own mother's rejection still a fresh wound.But to her surprise, Deku didn't pull away from his mother's embrace. 

Instead, he took a deep breath and began to explain. He told her about the injustice they had witnessed, about the people they had helped, and about the call to be more than just students. He talked about his friends at UA, about their pain and their struggles. And as he spoke, the anger in his mother's eyes began to fade, replaced by a quiet understanding.Inko looked from her son to Uraraka, her expression unreadable. "You're not alone," she said finally, her voice steady. 

"I'm here to support you, both of you. But you must be careful. The world is a dangerous place."The tension in the air eased as Uraraka felt a rush of gratitude towards Deku's mother. It was a stark contrast to her own parents' reaction, and she couldn't help but feel a pang of envy.They spent the night at Izuku's home, sharing stories of their escapades and the people they had helped. 

Inko listened intently, her eyes never leaving her son's face. And when he finally confessed his feelings for Uraraka, her expression softened into a warm smile. "I'm happy for you," she said, taking Uraraka's hand. "You're a good influence on him."The three of them sat in the warm glow of the living room, the weight of the world lifted from their shoulders. For the first time in what felt like forever, Deku felt truly seen and understood by someone who had always loved him.

The next morning, as they prepared to leave, Inko handed them each a bag of food and a tight hug. "Be safe," she said. "And come back to me."They promised they would, and with newfound strength, they stepped back into the city. The sun was rising, casting a golden glow over the rooftops. They had a new ally in their corner, someone who believed in them and their cause.

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