Crystal Wings !DISCONTINUED!

chapter 2

Chapter 2
Izuku’s POV(age 15)
I try sitting up only to realize I’m laying on my back. If 10 years of experience with wings taught me anything, it’s that you don’t. Lay. On. Your. Wings. And since I have 6 this is gonna be super hard so I call out for mom. 

Izuku-“Umm hey mom?!”
Inko-“Yes sweetie?!”
Izuku-“Could-could you come up here and help me out?! I’m kinda stuck! My quirk manifested!!”

And with that last line my door flies open and there’s mamaink standing in the doorway with wide eyes full of unshed tears. 

Inko-“OHMYGOSHMYBABYFINALLYGOTAQUIRKIMSOHAPPYFORYOU!”(oh my gosh my baby finally got a quirk I’m so happy for you.) and there go the floodgates. After she calms down and helps me up I notice that I now tower over her small 5’3 frame. 

Inko-“Izuku my baby how did this happen?”

Izuku-“I think it’s time I finally told you everything mom.” 

So I did. I told her all about the bullying and abuse and how I tried to commit, you know what last night and how I was saved by God. In come the second round of floodgates. I wrap my now muscled arms and wings around my mother and hold her tight, Softly crying myself. When I pulled away came the flood of questions, now you know where I get my mumbling from. 

Inko-“Baby your hair so long now! And your wings they’re so soft! And we're gonna need to get you some more clothes—“

Izuku-“mom! It’s okay it’s the weekend so we have plenty of time don’t worry. And what do you mean by my hair is long?”

Inko-“we’ll go look in the mirror dummy! It’s touching the back of your knees!”

I rush to the bathroom and notice how much faster I am. I brush it off for later and look at my hair to see how long it is and low and behold it is touching the back of my knees. As I’m looking at my hair I can’t help but notice how much I’ve changed. Hey man, 100 years in heaven with no mirror, I had no idea how much I had changed. My jawline is more defined and my once childish grass green eyes are now sharp and emerald green. And my body is much more defined and muscled than even kacchan. I’d say I’m even a good 6’0. In short, I look hot. Like model hot. 

I switch from my face to my wings. I lightly touch one and I almost drown in how soft they are. It’s like touching a cloud. I examine them further and notice how they drag along the floor a couple inches. I try to open the first two to see how long they are as they’re my biggest. I easily touch the door with my feathers bending at the ends. I decide I’ll go to the backyard to see how long they truly are.

Izuku-“Hey mom?!”
Inko-“yeah?”
Izuku-“I’m gonna go to the backyard to see how big my wings are.”
Inko-“Okay honey!”

I look back to the counter and spy a hair tie and I snatch it and attempt to put my hair up, but as I used to have short hair, I have no clue what I’m doing. 

Izuku-“Mom! I need your womanly assistance!”
Inko-“My what?!”

Izuku-“I need to put my hair up and I have no clue how.” I yell pouting.

 But soon enough mom comes in and she teaches me how to tie my hair up and I eventually get it. I thank her and walk to the back yard. I stand in the middle of the grass and stretch my wings out as far as possible, earning some satisfying pops as I stretch. One thing I notice is that my top two wings nearly touch the fence on both sides. I come back in soon after and see mom with some of my bigger shirts cutting the backs out leaving a string at the bottom so it stays on. I thank her and put one on as I have been walking around in tight fitting pants with no shirt since I’ve woken up. And the shirt leaves nothing to the imagination.