Minutely Hero (Bakudeku)

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"I'm home," he called out. Not like she'll answer him back. Their apartment consisted of a bedroom and a door-less kitchen connected to it. His house is quite small, and he was fine with it. It was a fitting place for a single mother and a teen. they never needed a two story home; and if they had one, it will be quite...lonely.

He passed by the kitchen, and he saw his mother preparing the food, humming to herself. He rose his eyebrow at the portions, 'Now, that's weird. She never makes food for me unless there is something important,'

At a young age, Izuku discovered that his mother, his only parent won't provide him with food unless if they had company or she wanted something from him. The latter option was sorta rare since Inko treated him as if he never existed. His existence was quite transparent in front of her eyes, she never physically bullied him, never considered it in the first place since he wasn't worth her time. She treated him like a ghost. Izuku doesn't really remember talking to her that much. Thinking about it now, the greenette doesn't see her as a mom.

Sure, she gave birth to him, but she neglected him badly to the point just seeing her expressionless eyes no longer effected his bruised heart. He was sure that Inko doesn't know anything about him. The only thing that the older woman is aware of is his birth date since on that hateful day he came as a curse, ruining her life forever. It's more like the feeling of living with a stranger that was kinda familiar.

So, for her to start a conversation, the world must be ending.

"Izuku, take your dinner and let's sit on the couch," his mother smiled sweetly at him. A shudder shook his body. Yikes, that's creepy as hell. Who is she, and what did she do to his mother? He obeyed wordlessly and followed her to the couch.

'Now this is awkward.' Izuku gnawed his bottom lip. What doe she want?

"It's been a while since we sat and ate together," His mother mused. Izuku resisted the urge to roll his eyes, when did they ever sat together to eat. Sure, sometimes she would make food for him, but they never, you hear him, NEVER, ate together.

'Let's get over with this,' he turned to his mother, not touching his food yet. His mother started eating, but it was in thoughtful, slow movements.

"Izuku, have you decided on a high school you'd like to attend?"

Mark him confused. He started eating, excuse him for being famished. "Yes, I have decided."

"And where will it be?"

The forest-haired teen thought it was easier just to show her; he fetched his yellow backpack that was laid against the leg of the couch. He took out the papers and handed it his mother. Her eyes scanned the content, before she lowered them at the coffee table in front of her. A disappointed expression washed over her stoic face. There was a hint of disgust swimming in here eyes as she turned to look him in the eye.

"Seriously, U.A?"

Hmmm, that reaction was expected, "Yes, it's my dream school, and I'd like to give it a try."

She scoffed and shook her head in disbelief, "I just have to sign here, right?"

Izuku frowned, but nodded needlessly. He thought she would be more opposed. Meh, who cares as long as he has his way.

"Izuku, I don't care which school you go. It is up to you, but someday you got to face reality even if it was harsh."

The boy just stayed quiet, neither nodding or shaking his head. She doesn't believe that he has a quirk, so not like she'll understand what he's going through. His mother also sees him as a maniac attention seeking brat, so why bother?