Making Things Right

Chapter 7: I'm Ok...Right?

Hey Readers!

This chapter does have a torture scene in it so if you don't want to read it just skip the dream.

-N0vu5

I stand in front of the door of my apartment. My home. I can't help but remember how it looks in the future. Reduced to a pile of ash and rubble from the fire. I take a deep breath and insert the key, unlocking the door, readying myself as I push it open.

As I walk into the apartment, the first thing I notice is the familiar scent of my mother's katsudon. I round the corner into the living room to see the prominent shape of Mom at the stove cooking.

"Welcome home Izu!" She says turning to me with an infectious smile on her face.

Before I know it, tears begin to fall from my eyes.

"Mom!" I half shout, half sob.

I dash forward and engulf her in a hug, forgetting my worries momentarily.

"Wha- Izuku, what are you doing?" She asks with a frown of worry, "I'm cooking."

"Sorry," I mumble into her clothes, my voice wavering slightly as her shirt absorbs my tears.

She rubs my back tenderly despite me being taller than her. I never realized until now, just how much I missed her touch.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I pull away and look at her, "I just want you to know that I love you, Mom."

I never got a chance to tell her before she died.

She smiles, "I love you too my little hero but are you sure that everything's fine?"

"Yeah, just had a stressful day at school, that's all."

Mom's eyebrows knit together, showing her confusion, "Ok, but you tell me if something's wrong, I am your mother after all."

I beam at her my tears gone, "I promise, I'm alright"

She laughs, ruffling my hair, "Fine, fine. Now can you set the table for me?"

"Ok, Mom."

'I won't let her die.' I swear to myself as I grab the bowls.

During dinner, she asks the usual questions and I answer them. I let myself be encompassed by the normality of the situation. I pretend that I'm not from the future, that no one has died, that this is just a normal dinner of a normal day. But when it's over, reality sets in. I realize that never again will I have a 'normal' day. Not anymore.

I go back to my room, telling Mom that I have homework, which is technically the truth. I grab a blank notebook from a drawer as I sit at my desk. All Might merch stares at me from every corner and wall of my room. I still admire the no. 1 hero, but not like I used to. He, just like every other hero, has flaws.

I push those thoughts away and instead think about what I should do now. I have knowledge of the future, and obviously I want to change things, but how should I go about doing it? I tap a pencil against my chin in thought.

I'm going to need information, even with my memories, I don't know everything that led up to certain events. In order to get clues, I will either need to infiltrate the League of Villains or another organization, or I have to get the info from the source. Since I don't want to be too close to the League or Villain groups (because of my father), I'll have to use direct tactics. Which means I'll have to hunt down villains and get data from them.

I write down my thoughts.

' This means I'll have to be a vigilante.'

Now about everyone else. There are plenty of people I want to save, my mom being one of them.