The Mess You Made (Villain Izuku)【✔】

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🔪 How's this story is far?? Cause I dunno if I'm doing good or not lmao.  Anyways...  Darn I forgot what I was gonna say... 🔪

{{ Izuku }}

What was this? I expected them to lock me up and stuff me in a concrete cell or something - but they didn't?

🔪 Well that was short 🔪

{{ 3rd pov }}

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Present Mic waited for Izuku at the entrance of the building,  once Izuku was inside,  he led him to a small office.  There were comfortable seats on each side of the desk - which Izuku was very thankful for.  He hated sitting on chairs that were uncomfortable for long periods of time. 

When minutes passed by of silence,  Present Mic began to ask questions,  and Izuku answered.  The was Present Mic spoke made Izuku angry,  but he ignored the feeling so he could continue on his innocent act.  And at some point,  Izuku managed to convince Present Mic he was innocent. 

"Someone was controlling me but I guess they hit there limit,  which is when I got away",  it was the story Tomura came up with. 

Now the heros would be looking for someone they didn't know,  someone fake,  unreal,  who didn't even exist.  Though it wasn't their only target... 

After what seemed of hours of questions,  Izuku was lead out of the building and back into a car. He fell asleep again,  but Present Mic woke him up this time.  Izuku looked around with his lazy eyes,  barely recognizing the place - until he saw a familiar green haired woman standing at the steps of a familiar looking house. 

"Mom??" Izuku got out of the car.  He hadn't realized how much he longed for her until she wrapped him in her arms.  

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He cried. 

She cried... 

☁  ☁  ☁  ☁

Inko brewed up some coffee for Present Mic and hot coco for Izuku who sat at the sofa he missed so much.  The urge to explore tugged at Izuku,  but he dared not when a hero was in the house as a visitor.  Instead,  he spent his time sitting at the table struggling to put a 500 piece puzzle his mother was unable to solve. 

Once the hero was gone and it was just the two of them,  Izuku didn't think anything could get any more awkward. Inko did hour check ups on Izuku, peeking into the living room where he sat, putting the puzzle together. Izuku couldnt help but feel torn. Was his mother checking because she missed him? She didnt trust him He wondered so many things...Yet his words werent even whispers in the wind.

"Izuku, are you hungry?" Inko nervously rubbed her palms against her silky skirt. 

Peeking over his shoulder, Izuku sent her a light smile, shaking his head, "Not hungry, thanks". Izuku know he wouldnt be staying long. He couldnt get comfortable or close to his mom again – he may not want to return if he did.