Izuku Midoriya.
A Kind,
Lovable,
Friendly soul.
He is the only person who can bring this class together for who everyone is, he is the class mom. Let us see how far this goes.
P.S.
There is no mommy kink, the nicknames 'mom', 'mama', etc. are class...
I have finally decided to update this book. I had started this chapter but, with school happening, it was hard. I just wanted to thank you all for the views and the votes! It is greatly appreciated and, it shows your support for the story. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter. I wrote this rant three weeks ago. Here's my new one.
WTF! I come back after my unannounced hiatus and, I see 1.7K views?! How do you guys appear out of nowhere? AnYwaYS, I hope you enjoy this chapter!
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3rd Person POV
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It was an uneventful day at school. Currently, class 1-A, minus Denki, was in class with a healthy teacher. It was thanks to Izuku's care that Aizawa-sensei was able to make such a quick recovery. Only four days passed. Katsuki was yelling at the self-proclaimed Bakusquad.
Denki wasn't in the class yet, though. Izuku noticed this difference, a mental note to himself. Denki was absent and, he would look for him in 5 minutes.
4 Minutes Later
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The bell had already rung. Izuku had decided that Denki was taking too long to show up to class. Izuku was starting to get anxious. It was unlike Denki not to be in the classroom by the bell. He may have had one of the lowest grades in the class, but he was never this late.
10 Minutes Later
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It had already been ten minutes but, Denki still wasn't in the classroom. Izuku decided to take this matter into his own hands. With Izuku's previous intel on his kid- classmates, he knows there are only two places Denki could be. He had either slept in or was in the restroom. Izuku had deciphered that the toilets were closer and had decided to check there first. He secretly grabbed a pair of scissors and stood up. He walked out, keeping his eyes peeled. He quickly made his way to the restroom in search of his child.
Once he had gotten in the restroom, the first thing his senses caught onto was a familiar stench, the smell of metal, the smell of blood. This scent had brought Izuku into a panic. And so, he started to search every stall he could see, hoping that the blood wasn't from his child. He had made it to the last restroom stall and was praying that Denki wasn't inside, but sadly he was and..., Denki was crying. He had blood all around him on the floor, cuts all over his face, a black eye, and a broken nose. He was sitting in the corner closest to the door. He sat on his butt with his knees up.
Izuku wanted to talk to him to make sure he was stable enough to move, "Baby? Sweetie? Can you look at me, hun?" Izuku had crouched down to talk to Denki, "Hey, Sweetie. Are you okay? What happened?" At this, Denki looked up, "M-mom, it hurts. Its h-hurts so much." Izuku held out his arms to Denki in a hug. Denki quickly crawled in. Once he held on, he held on tightly. He didn't want to let go. He felt safe in Izuku's arms. Izuku hadn't gotten an answer to his other question.
