Izuku was exhausted. The company had been nonstop busy lately, and it was hard to even have the time to get a break. All Might was throwing pages and scripts at him left and right. Although Midoriya was having fun, days like this leave him just wanting to just go home and lay in bed. Though it made him feel guilty thinking this way, on days like this he could forget about talking to his mom; sleep was more important.
Todoroki had become accustomed to walking him after he got out – sometimes leaving when Midoriya is and sometimes even coming back just to be company. Though he insisted that the other didn't need to accompany him on days that he had already left work; but Todoroki always responded that it was no problem and he was happy to do so. He seemed to be worried at times like today, when Midoriya had been exhausted when they met at the doors. Todoroki didn't seem like the type to show a whole lot of emotion but apparently that rule does not apply when worry comes into play. What an odd fellow Todoroki seemed to be.
When he walked through the door of his house, Midoriya almost tripped on the doorframe. He wasn't quite attentive because his eyes were falling closed. The first thing he saw when he entered the house was his mom in the living room. Thank god she didn't see him almost fall; she might be his mom, but that would still be extremely embarrassing. The first thing he was going to do when he got home was crawl into bed, but something seemed off. His mother didn't greet him when he came through the door, which was very unusual. She also seemed lost into space, staring down at her phone which she had clutched in her hands. This wasn't right; Midoriya needed to get to the bottom of this. His mom was never this way.
"Hey mom. I'm home." He said gently, slowly walking towards the couch and sitting next to her. Bed would have to wait, his mom was the one person who has stuck with him through everything, and if something was wrong he wanted to be there like she had been all these years.
"Oh hi honey." She said back softly. Her voice was always very warm; but that warmth was faded today. At this point he knew, something was definitely off. "How was your day?"
"Tiring. Busy. Lots to do." The room fell back into silence.
Izuku respectfully gave her a moment to say something first. He figured that would be better before he started prying; that's something he got from her; it's what she did all the time when he was having an off day. He learned how to deal with situations like this from the best, after all. "Are you okay? You just seem out of it. I just wanted to make sure everything is fine."
No response. "I won't make you tell me what it is, if you don't want to. But just tell me that everything's okay. Please?"
Finally, a chuckle escaped from his mother's mouth. She looked over at him, a tiny smile blooming. That was a bit of relief, but Midoriya wasn't letting himself relax just yet. "When did you get so good at this, my love?"
"I only learned from you, ma."
"You flatter me." She said back, before leaning forward, resting her elbows on her legs and letting out a heavy sigh. "I'm ok. It's just your father, he called."
"Oh. Right. Him." Izuku huffed, slumping down on the couch, staring at the ceiling. Whenever his father called in his opinion was unimportant, it's not like he ever asks about how "Izuku Midoriya" was doing. "What did he want?"
"Izuku please, think nice of him okay sweety?" There she goes defending him. When I comes to the subject of his father, there always was some sort of defense in her. But of course there would be; she and him, they were in love after all. "He called to check up on us."
"Check up on you." Midoriya corrected with a huff.
"Anyways he... I told him about here, and all the good things you're doing at the company and he... he wants me to go out there and live with him."
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Thawed Hearts
FanficIzuku Midoriya has spent his whole life believing he was nothing. With a chance of a lifetime to work under his idol's wing, he meets Shoto Todoroki; an editor who needs saving as much as Midoriya does. Warning: Before you start reading this, you s...