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Memories (Chapter 2)

~Third Person P.O.V~   

*Edited*

"Hey, ZuZu! Just checking in to see how you're settling in," Inko beamed, leaning against the door frame of Izuku's bedroom. "What's that?" She tilts her head, motioning towards the pile of notebooks on Izuku's bed.

"Hm? Oh-" Glancing up at her, he returns the smile, redirecting his attention back to the assemblage of notebooks, "These are just some journals I wrote in over the years. Like when I was feeling out of it, or just plain pissed off- y' know?"

She nods her head understandingly, biting the inside of her cheek. It was going to take some getting used to, him being here, her raising a teenage boy, trying to get over the massive waves of guilt that hit her every time he so much as looked at her. He's her son, and she felt as if she had abandoned him.

Had they helped him there? Yes. But she should have been able to, she's his mother.

"You okay, mom?" He asked, swiftly striding over to where she stood.

"Oh, yes- yes I'm fine! Just...tired is all." She lied, waving him off before turning on her heel.

Izuku stared at the spot where Inko had just been standing in, letting his mind wander off, something he found himself doing a lot recently. Sure don't get him wrong, he was happy to be back- grateful, even! That's all he's ever wanted, it's just- he didn't think it would be this hard to readjust to his new living customs. It was like the first day of him being at the program all over again.

"ZuZu, honey can you come down here for a minute- some people are here to see you!" Inko's fruity voice boomed from downstairs, snapping him from his previous reflections.

"Coming!" He called back.

Bounding down the dust compiled, carpeted steps, he stops at the foot of the staircase- teetering on the balls of his feet.

Right where the dining room area and the living room meet, a rather large cluster of people were gathered, their small banter and chatter filling the space. Some of the faces there were familiar to him, not from memory, but rather from pictures and such.

On the left of the room, a woman with ash-blonde hair stood, she and Inko chatting up a storm with another woman with pearly white hair. The blonde, Mitsuki Bakugou, one of Inko's best friends; the other woman, Rei Todoroki, also one of Inko's closest friends. The two women weren't as stubby as his mother, but nevertheless still a rather short size, smaller than him thankfully.

A boy with the same blond hair stood by the table, his pale locks spiked in alternate directions all over, creating a pointed sharpness type of look to it. Izuku recognized him right off the bat, he remembered him by the name of 'Kacchan', but couldn't pinpoint the boy's exact name at the moment. 

His expression was gruff and stoic, while he stood next to a boy who looked awfully similar to Rei.

The other boys had a duel hair color, half white and half red. Unlike the other boys', his hair was tamed, completely flat. He couldn't recall this boys' name, however, just like the others, he seemed quite familiar to him.

"Hi! Oh- you've gotten so big Izuku! Do you remember me?" Rei asked, raising an amused eyebrow.

Izuku chuckled, scratching the side of his head awkwardly. "Not...really," He laughed, "but you all do seem familiar to me." 

"Ah, that's okay, it has been a long time since you've last seen us," Mitsuki said, sending him a warm smile.

"Well," Inko spoke up, her voice light and feathery, "that's Mitsuki, and her son Katsuki. And this is Rei, and her youngest son Shoto."