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It was the middle of the night, but I woke up anyways. The place next to me was warm, but quickly cooling. Something's wrong. I stepped out of bed, putting on my slippers as I looked around the house.
"Where are you going, Hisashi?" I asked. He was sitting in the entryway, sliding his feet into his shoes. I had to be mistaken, but it looked like he was leaving in the middle of the night. Again. Another business trip so soon?
"I'm being transferred overseas." He said, colder than he ever was before. It was a gradual change, we had been growing distant ever since Izuku's quirk results came back, but it still stunned me.
"You never said anything." I replied, hushed and dazed. You didn't even ask if we wanted to go with you.
"If I had, you would've begged to bring that thing with us." Thing? Does he... he couldn't mean Izuku.
"That's our son you're talking about. Of course he would come with." I disguised my confusion with false confidence. I couldn’t believe Hisashi would dare to call our child a thing, but it was the only conclusion I could come to. If he laughs at me or it’s get offended about it, I wouldn’t mind if it means I’m wrong.
"That thing is not my son. My son died three years ago." He said with such finality and disgust it scared me. He sighed and his expression turned softer. He reached out, but I pulled away, still seeing that hateful expression of a man who couldn't care for his own child. "When you want to join me, all you need to do is say so. You'll see when you spend more time with it, it is nothing to waste over. I will send you enough to get by until then. I will always love you."
I couldn't believe this. He was so certain I was going to abandon my son, my only child, for being quirkless. So certain I would see the way he did and join him. As if it was just a matter of time. "I don't know who you are."
"You've always known me, even better than I know myself." His expression was so sweet, so loving, it made me doubt all of my happy memories where he wore it before.
"Apparently not or I never would have married you. Now leave!" I pointed to the door, my hand shaking.
"Darling..." He sighed. It was condescending as if I was just a child who couldn’t see how the world worked. He was comfortable in his belief that I would come around. "I will be waiting for your call."
He lingered for a moment and gave me a smile so gentle so kind. And then he was gone.
I stared at the door where he once was. I couldn’t move from the spot my mind unable to comprehend what just happened. My heart aching for the man I thought I knew.
How will Izuku react?
"... Don't expect one." I said, too late for him to have heard.