Back-Alley Love (Fem!Izuku x Kacchan)

Epilouge

(AN: One of u guys recommended I do this, so I am. Here are some moments, hand-picked by yours truly, from the lives of BHNA second generation) 

Aiyumi Pov: 

I sat at home, boredom sinking in as I read a book on the sofa in my favorite 'I'll form the Head' t-shirt. I shifted my weight around slightly, one sleeve empty for my lack of a left arm and suddenly felt very hollow, the image of a blue-skinned monster hovering over my consciousnesses.  A ring sounded from the kitchen as I sat up from my comfy spot, my short-white hair pulled back it a scrappy ponytail, and picked up the vibrating phone. 

"Hello?" I asked, only to by greeted by the voice of my son's preschool teacher. As she spoke, I nodded subconsciously, until she finally said something that bolted me up right. 

"He got into a fight?!"   

I jumped up from the sofa, still talking to her as I slipped on my shoes, ran out the door, and drove off to the daycare. 

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I walked quickly to the school's playground, marching with long strides across the mulch until I spotted a small head of pink hair. 

"Genkei!" I shouted as I made my over to the teachers and other kids surrounding my 4 year-old son. I keeled down to look directly into his baby blue eyes. 

"Kirishima-san. You really should instruct your son not to fight the other students, even when helping his friends. Teaching him to control his temper is really a must, ya know." the teacher, Satsuki-san, scolded as her green hair waved in the wind, red rimmed spectacles on the bridge of her nose. 

'That's gonna be hard, cause I think he inherited that spunk from me.' the voice in my head spurts out in a deadpanned tone. 

My heart squeezes as I watch my little Genkei continue to rub his eyes with his tiny fists; dirt smudged his face, few dark bruises adorned on his soft skin, and a bandage  stuck fast on his right cheek. I cautiously, but firmly, grasped his wrist and pulled his hand away from his face so our blue eyes could meet. 

'My baby...' I thought as I opened my mouth, choosing my next words carefully. 

"Sweetheart.... are you okay?" I asked softly, relief flooding through me as he nodded his head, little whimpers still escaping his mouth. 

"Good. Now..." 

I placed my hand on his small shoulder, small and very weird sparkles appearing next to my eyes, as I look at Genkei with a straight face. 

"Did you win or lose?" 

I feel Satsuki-san sigh in annoyance at my question, but I don't really care. 

'My baby's a fighter, deal with it.' I think as I look at my son, a serious expression cast grim upon my face, trying to hold in my gushing as he gave me a bright, wide, pointy-toothed grin. 

'Just like his Daddy.' 

"I'm guessing you won, right?" I ask as Genkei nods firmly, his eyes sparkling with pride. That's my boy alright...

" Is Chiyo-chan okay?" he asks, his voice wavering slightly between the voice of a crying toddler, and the voice of a boy trying his best to sound manly. 

'Chiyo? What's Bomb-pom's daughter got to do with any of this?' 

"What happened?" I ask tentatively, the crowd of teachers and students dispersing from around us. 

"S-she."

I watch him gulp to regain his voice a bit more. 

"She was telling off some boys... they said that s-she'll never be as strong as Auntie Izuku and Uncle Explody."