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“— at four thirty six yesterday, the super villain Holocaust was caught and contained by All Might, where he is now residing in Tartarus. After almost three hundred deaths on Holocausts’ hands, we are thankful that such a villain was taken—“
Midoriya Inko turned the TV off, and pressed her hands to her face, as if she could stop the tears before they even fell.
She couldn’t believe it. She actually couldn’t believe it.
After almost ten years, Holocaust was finally caught, and she could live her life without the villain looming over her.
Her, and her four year old son.
She had met Hisashi in a bar, and if that wasn’t stereotypical, than she didn’t know what was. He had wooed her with his words, a dark charisma oozing from them as he promised her a night worthy to be remembered.
After a good ten minutes of him being persistent, she had finally relented, and he took her home, where she sure as hell had a night worthy to be remembered.
She had been scared of it, fresh out of law school and a virgin, never had any love experience, but the way Hisashi treated her, with patience and an almost loving ability to stop if she felt overwhelmed, she felt as if she could understand why women went through the initial pain.
They had began dating, and after a good three years, they got married. Akatani Inko. That day had been the happiest of her life, but two years after the honeymoon, Hisashi started getting into shady shit.
He began coming home at midnight in different clothes than he left in, leaving early in the mornings without saying goodbye, and she began to worry, because a new villain was on the loose, and she really didn’t want to think about what Hisashi’s disappearances and Holocausts’ appearances could mean.
Then she got pregnant.
She was so happy, a beautiful child with her lover of five years, husband of two, and just as she had hoped, Hisashi was suddenly back in the picture. He was back to adoring Inko, showering her with gifts and love, caressing her stomach at night as he whispered how much he loved her, how grateful he was to have her, and she couldn’t be happier.
Until that love became something else.
She wasn’t allowed to leave the house, under any circumstances. She had found this out after Hisashi dragged her back home from the grocery store, steam pouring from his lips as he snarled at her, saying she couldn’t leave with his child . She wasn’t allowed to call anybody, or walk around the house, touch anything in the kitchen or living room, nothing. She was barricaded into their bedroom on bedrest, even though she was only three months pregnant.
One night, when she was pretending to be sleeping, she heard Hisashi slip into the house, and a sudden stench of blood and burnt flesh wafted into her room, and she gagged.
There was something about the smell of burnt flesh, that you could never have smelled it before, but be able to immediately identify it when you do.
Tears sprang into her eyes the next morning when Hisashi was out, because last night, Holocaust had burned down an elder’s hospital.
There was no denying it anymore. Hisashi was Holocaust, the super villain, mass murderer, and she was married to him. She was carrying his child—
No, she wouldn’t punish this child for something their father was, because she would raise this child to be different. She would raise this child to love the world, not hate it.
And so, at three months pregnant, she ran.
She didn’t take anything but her money, and she emptied the safe that Hisashi had for emergencies, trying not to cry when she had to move all the guns inside.
She took her ring off, placed it in the safe, and ran.
After being on the run for a good month or two, she decided to move to Musutafu, and hope to god her husband didn’t follow her.
Even though they had been legally married, it was far too easy to change her name back to Midoriya, and say that her boyfriend did a runner.
In her pregnancy, she met a lady by the name of Bakugou Mitsuki, and they got along well.
Mitsuki was like a raging fire, not in the way Hisashi was, but in a spitfire way, like she didn’t have a problem saying what she thought, even if it hurt someone. She had liked the woman’s bluntness, so different from the way Hisashi would twist his words and her feelings to get what he wanted.
She was there for Bakugou Katsuki’s birth, and she was named the Auntie.
Three months later, Midoriya Inko gave birth to a perfectly healthy baby boy, who she named Midoriya Izuku.
The little boy was the light of her life. He was always so happy, smiling like All Might and saying he’ll become the number one hero so Inko could be proud of him. She would do anything to protect him, she swore it.
“Momma?”
She quickly wiped her eyes, and turned to her sunshine.
He was rubbing his eyes blearily, the All Might onesie rumpled from his sleep as he stumbled over to her.
She leaned down and pulled him into her lap. He slumped against her chest, body still warm and red lines pressed into his face from his pillow.
“What is it baby?” She asked, running a hand up and down his back.
“Will I get your quirk?”
She froze, and that small action prompted the small boy to look up at her, his eyes wide with childish innocence, something she wished he would have forever.
“Momma?”
“Of course you’ll have my quirk,” she said. “You’ll be able to use telekinesis just like your Momma.”
“What was daddy’s quirk?”
Her grip on him instantly tightened, and he squirmed at the uncomfortable feeling. “Momma—“
“We don’t talk about your daddy, okay baby? Your daddy was not a good man.”
He blinked up at her, and nodded slowly, intelligence shining in his large green eyes.
“Okay Momma. Can I play with Kacchan today?”
She hummed, pressing a finger to her chin and turning her head away, pretending to think about it as the impatient boy bounced in her lap.
“Momma,” he whined. “Pretty pretty please? Kaachan found a secret base yesterday, and he wants to show me!”
“Alright baby,” she said, pressing a kiss to his cheek as she nuzzled into his neck, smiling at the way the boy squirmed and giggled. “Go get dressed and I’ll give Mitsuki a ring.”
His eyes shined with excitement. “Okay Momma! Thank you!”
He turned and dashed towards his room, and she chucked, before grabbing her phone and dialing her best friend.
“ Inko! What’s up woman?”
“Izuku wanted to play with Katsuki, so is he okay to pop by? He said Katsuki wanted to show him a secret base.”
“ Of course! Tell the squirt that we’ll be waiting for him.”
“Thank you Mitsuki.”
“ Yeah, yeah, I gotta go, Katsuki wants breakfast. We’ll feed Izuku, so just send him over. I’ll talk to you later, bye.”
Mitsuki hung up before Inko could respond, and she chuckled. Somethings never change.
“I’m done Momma! I’ll see you later!” Izuku called as he pulled the door open. She didn’t even realize he came out of his room.
“Be careful!” She called, and heard him chime an agreement, before the door shut.
She sighed and turned the TV back on, but the news on her husband was gone. She shook her head and decided to start making lunch, desperately trying to forget the quirk suppressants she had in her back pocket.
“Kaachan!”
The blonde boy turned around in time to be tackled by the smaller boy. He stumbled, but quickly regained his footing.
“Zuku!” He cried, wrapping his arms around his best friend and squeezing like they hadn’t seen each other for years, instead of a day. “Are you ready to see my secret base?”
“No leaving the property Katsuki!” Mitsuki called through the window.
Bakugou grumbled under his breath, “She says property like we have a big house.”
“Did you hear me brat?!”
“Yeah I heard you, old hag!” He yelled, before his mother slammed the window shut.
“You probably shouldn’t call Auntie Mitsuki that, Kacchan. It’s not nice.”
Bakugou stuck his tongue out at the window. “Brat isn’t nice either.”
He turned to his friend. “We’ll sneak out later, but for now, want to play Hero’s and Villains?”
Midoriya nodded, and they began playing. They played the game for a long time, switching between hero and villain until the sun was high in the sky, and they had went in for breakfast and lunch.
“Alright,” Bakugou said, pulling him into the backyard. “We’ve been playing for a long time, let’s sneak out now.”
“I don’t think this is a good idea,” Midoriya said as they were sliding underneath a broken part of the fence.
“Do you want to see the base or not?” Bakugou called, and that had Midoriya sliding all the way through the fence, and Bakugou was standing by the road with a red ball in his hand.
He smirked when he saw Midoriya, and nodded towards the trail that would take them to a road leading towards the city, and past that road was a thicket of trees. “C’mon, we don’t got all day.”
Midoriya nodded determinedly, and Bakugou began leading the way up the trail.
“How big is the base?” He asked, watching the way Bakugou bounced the ball.
“Really big! I could make my explosions and you couldn’t hear them from outside!”
“Really?” Midoriya said, his eyes getting wide in excitement.
“Yeah, so hurry up and get your quirk so we can start training to be Hero’s.” Bakugou said, holding out his hand and making a mini explosion.
At the sudden explosion, the ball flew out of his hands and went rolling into the street.
“Oops. I got it!” Bakugou called, running into the street and snatching the up the ball.
“Wait!” Midoriya cried, throwing his hand out to stop his friend. “Don’t—“
A horn honked and Bakugou whirled around, eyes blowing wide as he stared into the bright lights of an incoming car.
Midoriya‘s instincts took over. His centered his weight as he threw his hands out, closing them over what looked like thin air as yanked his hands to his side, like he was pulling something away from someone.
Instantly, Bakugou’s body was jerked away from the street and flew in his direction. He shrieked as the boy collided into his chest, and they both fell backwards from the momentum.
Midoirya fell hard onto his back as Bakugou landed on top of him, and the weight sent them both tumbling down the path, away from he road. They slid to a stop, their clothes torn and bloodied from scrapes, but both of them were alive.
Midoriya sat up, ignoring the way his knees and arms screamed at him, sending tears into his eyes, and instead turned Bakugou onto his back.
“Kacchan! Are you okay?” Midoriya cried, shaking Bakugou until red eyes opened and stared into his. “Kacchan—“
“Zuku, how did you...?”
Midoriya’s eyes went wide. He looked to the ground beside Bakugou’s head, and remembered the feeling. The instinct that had gripped him once he held his hands out, the way he felt Bakugou’s weight as he jerked him away, the line pulling the other boy, snapping once he put his hands down.
He looked down at his hands, in amazement. Though they were scratched and bleeding lightly, they had saved his best friend’s life. He looked into Bakugou’s dazed stare.
“....I think I got my quirk, Kacchan.”
Bakugou’s eyes blew wide open, suddenly not that dazed anymore, and he sat up, excitement in his tone as he shook Midoriya’s form shoulders. “Do it again!”
Midoriya surveyed his surroundings, looking for something he could grab, and zeroed in on the ball that had almost taken his best friend’s life. He held his hand out, and like before, he curled his fingers in and yanked his hand to the side. The ball lifted into the air once he held his hand out, and when he yanked it back, the ball came flying their way.
It smacked Midoriya in the face, and he fell back with a cry.
“Zuku!” Bakugou cried, leaning over his best friend to see a red mark rapidly darkening on his forehead
The boy was staring at the sky in shock, and Bakugou was about to get super worried, until the boy was sitting up, practically vibrating in excitement.
“I got my Momma’s quirk, Kacchan! We can start training to be hero’s!!! KACCHAN I CAN BE A HERO NOW!” He shrieked in one breath, shaking Bakugou’s shoulders as he began crying tears of happiness.
“I have to test this out! I have to see my limits! I have to know how—“
Bakugou placed his hand over his best friend’s mouth, and the boy sucked in a huge breath, the red tinge receding from his face.
“Do you think you could pick me up again?”
Midoriya’s eyes twinkled in happiness, and he stepped back, putting a bit of space between them and bouncing on his heels as he stared into Bakugou’s excited eyes.
“Okay, Kacchan. Don’t move!” He slid his legs to line up with his shoulders, centering his weight, and put both of his hands out, a weird feeling creeping into his hands at the stance.
If felt like a cool water was slipping up his arms, caressing them and swirling around them in assurance, that they would be able to carry the boy in front of him.
He curled his fingers, and even though he couldn’t see it, he could feel the cool substance slide through the air, and curl around Bakugou’s form. Bakugou didn’t react at all, so it seemed like Midoriya was the only one who could feel it.
He began slowly bringing his hands to his chest, and Bakugou’s eyes blew wide open when his form lifted out of the air, and began slowly floating towards the smaller boy.
Bakugou laughed, and didn’t stop laughing until Midoriya’s quirk closed the distance between them and he was throwing his arms around the smaller boy, the cool substance swirling around Midoriya’s entire form, as if his excitement affected it.
He gasped. “Kacchan I have to tell my Momma!”
Bakugou instantly pulled away, his eyes bright, and he nodded frantically. He snatched Midoriya’s hand and began dragging him away, Midoriya stumbling to catch up with his speed.
“Come on!” Bakugou cried happily, tugging Midoriya harder. “We have to go! The sooner we can start training, the better!”
They both ran to Mitsuki’s house, where she snatched Katsuki up at the sight of his injuries, and Midoriya waved goodbye, ignoring Mitsuki calling for him as he ran home.
He cleared the stairs like they weren’t even there, and threw open the door, the smell of soba wafting wafting to his nose as he closed the door and chucked his shoes off.
“Momma! Momma guess what?!”
Inko’s head popped around the corner of the kitchen, and her eyes widened at the sight of Izuku’s bruises and cuts.
“Oh baby! What happened?!” She cried as she hurried over to her son, kneeling down in front of him and checking his arms and legs.
“Momma! Guess what?” He said excitedly, before cupping Inko’s face with his tiny hands and pulling it up to look into his eyes. “Momma, I got my quirk!”
Inko froze, and her eyes widened. Izuku looked so happy, and she shakily stood up, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the bathroom, where the first aid kid was.
“Really baby?” She said, forcing her voice to be steady. “What is it?”
She sat Izuku on the counter, but before she could turn around to grab the kit, it was floating to her side, resting itself beside the proud boy as it opened itself, bandaid’s and hydrogen peroxide flew out, hovering in front of her before she took them into her hands.
“I got your quirk, Momma.” The boy whispered, as if it was a secret.
Instantly, all of Inko’s fears washed out of her and she cried out in happiness, crushing the smaller boy into her chest as he squeaked. She twirled them around a few times, before setting Izuku back onto the counter.
“Okay baby,” she said excitedly. “How did it happen.”
“Well, Kacchan was taking me to see his secret base, but when he used his quirk, the ball fell out of his hands and rolled into the street,” Inko did not like where this was going. “He ran out to get it, even though I told him to wait! A big, scary car honked at him, and I pulled him away! We both fell down the road though, and that’s why I have all these scratches, but Momma! I saved his life! I’m a hero now!”
She was frozen in shock, because Bakugou Mitsuki almost lost her child that day, and she hugged Izuku again, so very thankful that he didn’t have to witness his friend’s death.
“That’s right baby,” she whispered, rubbing his back. “You are Katsuki’s hero now, and mine too!” She began peppering the boy’s cheeks with kisses, and he squealed and tried squirming away, laughing when Inko blew a raspberry on his cheek.
“Alright baby,” she said as she sat him down on the cough, bandaids over his arms and legs. “I am going to finish dinner, I just started it, so watch some tv until it’s done, okay?”
“Okay Momma! Can I use my quirk?”
Inko paused, before beaming at her son. “Sure! Just don’t overuse it too much, okay?”
Izuku nodded excitedly, and he looked over at the remote, which floated over to him, hovering in front of his face, before the on button was pressed, and an All Might anime began playing.
Instantly, Izuku began singing the opening extremely off-key, and the remote dropped to his side, resting peacefully as the boy bounced on the couch. Inko was a little jealous, her baby had used it on Katsuki twice, the ball, first aid kit, and the remote, not looking even the littlest bit exhausted.
Inko was tired if she pulled a pot to herself, but she guessed that’s what quirks do? They get stronger the more generations they pass? Obviously that wasn’t her case, but if her son was happy, then she would push the jealousy aside.
She left into the kitchen, and sighed when she felt the needle in her back pocket. It seemed like she wouldn’t need it after all. As soon as she opened the trash can, and threw the needle away, Izuku began feeling weird.
He stopped bouncing, and stared at the ground as a weird feeling slid into his chest. It felt like a snake was coiling around his lungs, tightening and tightening until he was struggling to suck air into his body.
An uncomfortable feeling crawled under his skin, like a hot substance that had been dumped into his veins without his permission, and it simmered just under his skin, boiling and begging to be released.
The cool substance that he had linked with his telekinesis was whipping around his body in a frenzy, and he could feel it double in size, now the length of three jumbo Koi fish and sleek like a python. The uncomfortable feeling was welling up, and he was trying to push it down, away, but the more he suppressed it, the stronger it wanted to come out.
He finally decided he didn’t want that feeling anymore, and he unscrewed the lid keeping it caged inside him.
Fire instantly licked out of his pores, growing in size by the second and bathing the entire room in a bright green glow. He screamed and threw himself off of the couch, stumbling away from the disintegrating couch, staring at his burning hands in shock, because he didn’t feel the heat, and he didn’t feel the uncomfortable feeling anymore, it felt... warm.
He felt free.
He capped the lid inside his chest, and instantly his fire cut off, receding back into his body on command.
He heard glass shatter, and he turned to see Inko staring at the couch in horror.
“Momma! I’m sorry!” He said, eyes wide in guilt. “It just came out! I didn’t know I could use fire! I didn’t mean to ruin the couch!”
She slowly turned around to stare at her son, the fire’s green glow making her eyes shine unearthly in she shadows of her hair.
“Do you want to be a villain, Izuku?”
The boy flinched at the question, his eyes blowing wide as his mother began shaking.
“No Momma. I want to be a hero! I didn’t mean to burn the couch, I’m sorry.”
“Your father was Holocaust. And you have his quirk.”
Izuku felt all the happiness drain from his body, and it seemed like his world had stopped. A sick feeling gripped his stomach, and tears began spilling from his eyes, not even the cool swirling of his quirk could calm him.
His father... was a villain? He was the son of the mass murder Holocaust?
Inko was suddenly in front of him, her eyes wide with an emotion he couldn’t place as she snatched his arms.
“Izuku, baby, you don’t want to be like your daddy, do you?” Midoriya Inko said, a crazed look in her eyes as she squeezed her crying son’s arms. “You don’t want to be a villain do you?!”
“No mama!” He cried, trying to pull away from his mother’s painful grip. “I don’t!”
“Good boy,” she cooed, before pulling a needle out of her pocket. “Then don’t move.”
“Mamma! I’m sorry! I won’t use it again! I promise!” The little boy sobbed, thrashing futilely in his mother’s arms, but Inko had already injected the substance into her son’s veins.
“That’s right baby, you’ll never use it again,” she said, staring at the couch that had been burned to ashes. “You’ll never ever use it again.”
“What did you do?!” Izuku screamed, yanking himself from his mother’s grip as he collapsed to the floor, sobbing.
He couldn’t feel it anymore. The cool substance that was his quirk, or the warm feeling under his chest. It was like he was quirkless again, not able to feel what he had begun to love in those few seconds.
Inko stood up, a far away look in her eyes as she turned towards the kitchen. “You’re sick, baby. Momma had to give you medicine.”
Izuku sobbed, and pushed himself to his shaky feet, following his mother into the kitchen. “W-where is m-my quirk? What h-happened t-to it?”
Inko paused, before she grabbed two bowls and placed them on the table.
“What quirk baby? You’re quirkless.”