Shikotsumyaki (DISCONTINUED)

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I rewrote this like 3 times before I was happy with it......

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Izuku had a problem.

Tomorrow, the Yuuei entrance exam would begin, but that wasn't what he was worried about. The written exam would be a breeze for him. He didn't just study anatomy and physiology after all.

The practical would be an issue though. But still, not too worried. Yuuei wouldn't try and deliberately kill any of their applicants after all

No, he wasn't worried about the exam.

His mom still didn't know about his quirk.

And he was terrified.

"Um, mom?" Izuku asked, his voice meek. Inko Midoriya stood at the stove, an apron wrapped around her chubby waist and a bright smile on her round face. "Can we talk?"

"Of course, Izuku." She smiled, turning her head towards where he was sitting at the table. "How about during dinner?"

"Okay, " he rubbed the back of his head, his mind racing with all of the possible outcomes of this conversation.

What if she hates him? He did keep this from her for over eight years after all. What if she cried? Crap, he couldn't deal with a crying Inko. He loved his mom too much to see her cry, let alone make her cry. What if she didn't believe him? He would have to demonstrate something for her, but then what if she was disgusted? He didn't know if he would be able to deal with that.

"Izuku, honey." His mom's voice cut through the turmoil in his head. "Whatever it is, I'm sure it will all work out. Don't worry about it." She smiled again and placed a plate of kastodon, his favorite.

Fuck, she knew something was up even before he asked.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" Inko watched her son fidget with the chopsticks for a moment.

Izuku took a breath. "SoIhaveaquirkthatIdidnttellyouaboutandIhavehaditsinceiwassixandIhavetotellyounowbecausetheYuueiexamsaretomorriwandyouneededtoknowhereIwasgoingtomorrow."

Inko blinked, deciphering the word vomit that her son managed to spill on one deep breath. "And what quirk is that?" She asked, popping some rice into her mouth.

Izuku stilled at her words, frozen. "You're.....you're not mad?"

"Well, I wouldn't say I'm mad, more disapproving that you didn't tell me. Does this have something to do with the anatomy books?" Izuku nodded, the beginnings of a smile on his face. Inko smiled as well, glad to see her answer settle his nerves. "So what kind of quirk is it?"

"Well, that's the thing. It's nothing like yours or dad's." Izuku smiled sheepishly.

"Really?" Inko inquired, humming at her son's nod. "So what is it? I'm curious."

"Osteokinisis."

"Honey, " Inko laughed. "I'm not as smart as you. What does that mean?"

"Oh, um..." Izuku rubbed his scarred wrist. "I can manipulate my bones." He rubbed at the back of his neck. "And they are kind of made of metal."

"Oh, " Inko said, her eyes watching Izuku. "That's cool. Can I see?"

"What do you want to see?"

"Well, what can you do?" Izuku sat for a moment.

"A lot. I can show you the first thing I did on purpose though."

"Wait, on purpose?" Inko asked, her eyes widened.