*It's been a few days since the last chapter, and Izuku was slowly recovering from what he saw, even if progress was far too slow for what he would want it to be. The sports festival was only a short time away, and the world was getting ready, with all the money that was funneled into the event, it was the biggest one this generation would ever see. This of course just being bread and circuses strategy, to calm the masses of Japan, before that small fire of revolution goes international and the rest of the middle and poor classes stop fighting each other and start fighting the real enemies. But who cares about that, let's instead concentrate on Nemuri and Inko. Inko looked so pale that Nemuri thought that Inko was going to pass out, since Nemuri had just told Inko her lovely little conversation with Izuku to Inko. Safe to say the chubby woman wasn't taking it well.*
Inko: oh god.... I forgot about the cameras.... oh god we did it in his room!
Nemuri: Yeah. It's not my place to judge, but I really recommend therapy for that boy.
*Nemuri said with a small chuckle as she rubbed the back of her neck. Since Izuku didn't just see his mommy being in a position that no child should see, but also the fact that her mother was having an affair, and the fact that it was a lesbian affair, all that adds up. Izuku can act like he doesn't care as much as he wants, but if he keeps carrying all that baggage it'll affect his mental health. Inko went from pale to pink to normal very quickly, as she gave a dismissive wave towards Nemuri. Her son didn't need therapy, nor did she. They were both fine. At least as fine as any other mother and son that you'll see out there.*
Inko: Well. Let's not go that far. Maybe all 3 of us can talk together, but definitely not in therapy. I ain't wasting my time talking to a person who couldn't cut it as a doctor.
Nemuri: Inko, one of my dearest friends is a therapist.
*Nemuri said with a deep scowl on her face, since this isn't the first time that Inko had dismissed therapy in a quite frankly insulting manner, and Nemuri was finding it insulting at this point, since her friend was a therapist, she goes to therapy, Inko and Izuku both clearly need therapy, but Inko refuses to accept it. Inko shrugged her shoulders since she didn't even look guilty over saying that. She is not wasting her time and money on therapy.*
Inko: What's you're point? I'm not gonna apologize for saying my opinion.
Nemuri: Right. Well. Whatever the case at least you're son knows about us. I thought that was never going to happen.
*Nemuri said with a sigh as she took her cup of coffee and took a sip of it. She has to choose her battles, and the therapist topic was not a topic worth fighting for. Not when she has to fight with the LGBTQIA repression with Inko, or her lying, and keeping things from her. Yes, Nemuri is doing the same but the difference is that her job doesn't even remotely compare to hiding a whole human being, her child. That made Nemuri feel rather insulted and hurt, and the fact that Inko looked guilty about that, told Nemuri that Inko knew she had done wrong.*
Inko: I was gonna introduce you to him soon!
Nemuri: Right. But let's just hope that he keeps this a secret. Cause if this goes out it could be bad for me and my career
*Nemuri said with a sigh, if the school board found out about this Nemuri can kiss her freedom goodbye, since she'll have to ask for a favor from Nezu to make them look the other way, and it's never a good thing to owe that demon any type of favors. Hopefully, even though she never told Izuku to keep this quiet, he'll have some common sense and not tell anybody with a big mouth.*
With Izuku
Mina: YOU'RE MOM IS DATING WHO?!!
Izuku: You heard me. If you don't believe me I have some horrific videos I could show you. So, so horrific. God, I can still hear the moaning.
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the new Ironman
Fanfiction"you can't, you can't, you can't " izuku has heard that every single day from everyone, from his classmates, to his former friend, to his teachers, from even his own mother. but all of them are gonna learn something, the definition of the human spir...
