Flora

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Mrs. Midoriya was hesitant, she knew her son had been spending time with a law worker, but for that worker to be a hero? That was new to her, yet here he was, on his knees, asking for her permission to train her son. 

What was she supposed to say? It had been clear to her that Izuku had grown fond of his late-night walks, he even went out to buy a second watering can. 

Her son had never really spent time with the other kids. He wasn't bullied, no it wasn't that, he just didn't talk that much to them. He didn't get loud, he didn't get angry, he didn't flaunt his power. He was weird in their eyes. He was the quiet kid who took pleasure from sitting in a quiet circle of blossoming flowers and liked to read. 

When she first heard about Aizawa she was worried at first, would he treat her son like the others did? She was elated to hear that Aizawa simply accepted that Izuku was quiet and that Aizawa liked to sit in silence as well. 

Maybe Aizawa wouldn't a bad influence. 

But he was a hero. Heroes caused trouble. Heroes got their loved ones hurt. 

She didn't want her son to be hurt. She often thought of his quirk as a heavenly blessing, heaven's official blessing, to her and her son. With his quirk he would never be hurt, he would never get hungry, he would never run out of air. 

If he went into hero work, who knows what would happen? He could run into a villain who had bug related quirk or a light-gathering quirk.

Then again, if he did become Aizawa's apprentice, he could protect himself. He could learn proper things and that would increase his chances of survival. 

It had always, whether Izuku admitted it or not, had hoped to be a hero. With Aizawa's help, his chances might grow. 

"Alright, you can take on my son as your personal student," she said. She stood up and leaned over Aizawa, giving him her glare that promised pain, "but if anything, anything, happens to my son that can't be explained, I will have your hide. This is my son, my only remaining family. This is the boy I watched grow up. He is my everything, the only thing that keeps me going, and I'm entrusting him into your care. I hope you know just how much trust I'm giving you." 

She watched Aizawa flinch, he got the message. He knew the risks. 

He touched his head to the floor, "Thank you, ma'am. I will protect your son as if he were my own." 

"Good." She signaled for Izuku to come into the room, "I assume you know what this means, Izuku, my love?" 

Izuku nodded his head and the next thing Inko felt was his arms wrapping her in a hug. They felt soft. 

"Filigree Hosta, commonly known as-"

"The White Hosta. Izuku, you know it's my favorite." It was the first flower Izuku had given her when Hisashi went missing to make her feel better, it was the flower that started their new life. 

Inko glanced down at Aizawa, who was still sitting, "Stand up and have a cup of tea Eraserhead, tell me more about your plan. I know the U.A. exam is going to be next year." 

Aizawa stood up and sat on the love seat, he thanks Izuku when he handed him a cup of tea, "A hero does need physical training, that is a must if they wish to stay alive, but they also need academical and mental training. Over the course of nine months, once school lets out, I'll train him for three months on each subject. One every month." 

"Unacceptable." 

Aizawa startled, "Wh-"

Inko set one leg on top of the other, "Do you truly expect a child to be able to recall a subject after only a month? And then spend two months without reviewing? You would be better of switching every week." 

Aizawa pulled out his phone and typed what Inko said, "Okay. Every week we will alternate between physical, mental, and academic training." 

"Quirk training must also be included. My baby's quirk may seem weak, but if used correctly it is unseemingly powerful." 

"Physical, quirk, mental, academical?"

"Academical, quirk, mental, physical." 

"Mother, you're overwhelming the poor man." 

Inko sipped her tea, "I'm sorry, my dear, I just have to be sure you're getting what you signed up for. You need to be absolutely prepared, I won't allow any," she glanced at Aizawa and then back at her tea, "mishaps to occur. What if you are unable to move? The only thing then is to rely on your quirk and mental ability.  What if somebody catches you when you're training but because you had physical and quirk training right next to each other you might be too exhausted to defend yourself."

Izuku nodded his head, "You have a point, mother." 

They looked back to Aizawa, who was recording what they were saying and laughed. 

Aizawa had to admit that it was a nice sound.

Just as he ended the recording, his phone rang. 

"Hello?"

"Sho, where are you? It's late, even for you." 

"Er-" Aizawa looked at Inko. She mouthed 'who is it'. 

'My husband'.

'Go ahead'.

"I'm with the mother of my personal student." 

"YOU'RE NOT CHEATING ON ME ARE YOU?!"

"No, I would never. I'm discussing training plans, Zashi."

"Training plans?......SHO YOU HAVE A PERSONAL STUDENT?!?!" 

Aizawa heaved a breath outward, "Yes."

"SHO CAN I MEET THEM?!?" 

Aizawa looked again at Inko, who said yes, "Yeah, tomorrow night."

"YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" 

"Alright, Zashi. I'm on my way home now." 

"SEE YOU!" 

Aizawa stuffed the phone back in his pocket and started to walk to the door. He turned around and bowed on last time. "Thank you for your hospitality."

Inko closed the door behind him. "He seems nice, Izuku. But I hope you know that I will not hesitate to ban you from seeing him should you get wounded."

Izuku smiled and turned on the oven, "Of course I know." 

"Good, a teriyaki dish tonight?"

"You know it."