"Before you say anything, that bomb was totally legal."
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The day was over now and everyone was packing up and leaving. The Bakugou squad (except the actual Bakugou) was still sulking over their losses.
Right when Izuku arrived home he could tell something was off. Everything felt wrong.
"Mom!" He shouted, expecting the petit women to come bursting into the room. But she didn't.
He heard faint snickers coming from her bedroom and went to investigate.
He heard, "Ah, yes. It seems you really are a magnificent player. But can you handle this?!" Followed by a scream that sounded pretty familiar.
He kicked down the door to find both his mother and father on the ground, pictures of him spread all around the room along with multiple board games. They were sitting right in the middle of it, seemingly wrestling over a pic of him eating katsudon with Katsuki, which he isn't even going to question how they got that.
Izuku stared for a bit. "Seriously, Mom? I thought I told you not to let rats in the house." He sighed, then made a scary face. "Now I have to beat it out."
He swiftly grabbed the broom and swung it at Hisashi, who screamed and ran for the door-but not before shouting "Love you Izu-chan!" And get a broom to the face.
He turned back to Inko, "what the hell? Aren't you two divorced?"
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The (Non)Quirkless Assassin
RandomAt age four he managed kill hundreds of people and keep that innocent shine in his eye. (🌟)= You didn't get the joke so imma edit.
