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Izuku wasn’t one to believe in happy endings. They were too unrealistic. (How would the prince riding off into the sunset with the princess mystically solve all their problems? Warfare between disputing kingdoms didn’t disappear after a kiss from a beloved. Perhaps Izuku was too cynical for his own good, but he couldn’t help over-analyzing the unanswered.) Conflicts, tragedies, and mistakes were bound to happen; the story never ends when the protagonist gets the love interest.
That said,
“Dear, your breakfast is ready.” The aromatic smell of bacon tickled the green male’s nose, persuading Izuku to peer up from his article and gaze upon the delectables on the platerware. Steaming hot Sunny-side eggs decorated the stoneware, complemented by juicy slabs of back bacon and golden hash browns dressed in parmesan. At the mere sight, Izuku’s mouth began to water, his stomach showcasing his hunger with its roaring growls. When the plate gets set before him at the dining table, Izuku instantly puts his tablet down, licking his lips as a slimmer of self-control to stop him from devouring the meal in one gulp.
“Thank you, darling.” Izuku reaches for his chopsticks, ready to emerge himself in the food. Before he could do so, an index finger was placed onto his lips.
“Not so fast,” Came the mellifluous voice of his wife. Curious emerald eyes avert to mischievous (e/c). (Y/N) Midoriya. The most beautiful woman in the world. In his eyes, there wasn’t another person that contended with your beauty. The way the sun rays kissed your beautiful (s/t) skin, how your (c/t) curls framed your face, matching your serene, delicate countenance. However, his favorite feature of yours was your smile. It was soft, containing a gentleness to it that no one else could imitate. Your smile showcased the warm personality he adored, and he couldn’t get enough of it.
“Don’t I get my morning kiss first?” You say, removing your finger from his mouth. The smile you bore transformed into the notorious smirk you held when you wanted something from him. Izuku’s eyes soften, his curiosity dying down with your inquiry. What did he do to deserve you? You were too good. Too perfect to not be some figment of his imagination. He was so lucky that you were his.
“You can get a kiss from me whenever you like.” Izuku teased, his voice lowering in a sultry manner as an outcome of his flirting. You gave a light chuckle in response, leaning forward until your lips connected with Izuku’s. It was a sweet and gentle peck that didn’t last long, but the light pleasantness of your lips lingered on his own.
If moments like these could last for eternity, he’d be the happiest man alive.
“We have rooms for a reason; if you’re going to be gross, at least do it away from the dining table!” You and Izuku looked towards the flight of stairs to see a young teen. No other than Mitsuo Midoriya, your son, who you both called Mini as a nickname. (Which was given to the adolescent boy by how much he resembled Izuku. Mini had his father’s light ephelides by his cheekbones and a mess of green spiral curls that became a hue of (h/c) at the ends. The only difference between him and Izuku was that your son had round hazel eyes and golden caramel skin.)
“Everything is gross when you’re fourteen. When you get older, you’ll change your mind.” Izuku says to Mini candidly. He sounded like an old man telling his son that, nevertheless, it was true. When he was Mini’s age, Izuku couldn’t even be near a girl without stuttering or flushing like a maniac. The thought of how he acted around girls in his youth made him wince. Mini scrunched up his face as a response.
“Doubtful.” He mutters in disgust, adjusting the strap of his school bag while ascending the flight of stairs. He walked past the dining room and towards the front door, much to the shock of you and the freckled male.
“Leaving already?’ You say, moving away from your husband’s side to retrieve the platerware prepared for your son. “I cooked breakfast for you!” Mini circled back, peering his head around the corner for his parents.
“Sorry, mom,” He says sheepishly, giving his best apologetic smile. “ I promised I would meet up with Emi before school started. Could you put it in the refrigerator for me? I’ll eat it when I get home!” The corners of Izuku’s mouth turned downwards, forming into a pout. It wasn’t unusual for Mini to leave to visit Emi; she was his best friend, they hung out with each other all the time. Still, Izuku loved spending time with his family when he had the chance since he was typically busy. (Being the no.1 hero was hard work, but someone had to make sure the world was a safe place!) Having breakfast together was one of these precious opportunities. Was it selfish of him to want all of the Midoriyas to be together? Probably. Despite the urge to implore his son to stay home, Izuku opted to dig into his breakfast.
“Of course.” You say to him, making your way to the counter to wrap up his plate. Mini mouthed his gratitude to you as you did so, then made his way to exit the household.
“Crap, I almost forgot!” Came the abrupt outburst of Izuku’s son before the adolescent buckled back into view. “Mom, could you train with me today? There’s this new technique I’d like to try with my quirk!” Currently, you were retrieving the aluminum foil from the cabinet, proceeding to tear a sheet off to wrap up the plate when you obtained the item.
“Oh, sorry, hun.” You say, looking over your shoulder to give Mini a soft smile. You opened the refrigerator, placing the breakfast into an unoccupied spot on the rack. “I have a meeting with the merchandising team today. I won’t be back home until late.”
“Oh, okay,” Mini says. Izuku stared at his son, slowly chewing his strip of bacon. Mini looked unphased by his mother’s answer, yet Izuku could tell by the subtle way his shoulders dropped he was disappointed. Though, in his opinion, there was no need to be. He could train Mini. Not to relish in his accomplishments, but Izuku is the top hero of Japan! He trained with countless teachers who taught him how to manage his quirk. If anyone would be a good teacher, it’d be him!
“I could train with you today,” Izuku says, purposely ignoring the giggle he heard from you. Mini turned to his father, his round eyes widening from his reply. For a smidgen, Izuku could see a smile form before it disappeared from the adolescent’s face. (Though it might have been his mind playing tricks on him.)
“You sure?” Mini says, fidgeting in his spot. “I know you’re usually busy; I wouldn’t want to burden you...” Izuku didn’t know his heart could break in one sentence, but hearing those words come from Mini proved him wrong. The fact that his son believed he could ever be a burden to him made Izuku want to drop everything and give a speech about how important Mini was to him. Instead, he proclaimed;
“You could never be a burden to me, Mini; we can train after you get out of school. Just stop by the agency.” Mini’s fidgeting came to a halt at his words, which relieved Izuku in the process. Preparing to take a bite of his eggs, the freckled male made sure to add on to their conversation. “Besides, it’ll be nice to see what new techniques you're implementing for your quirk! I could give you notes that can help you perfect your technique, and we could even give it a name, like, Mississippi stomp or Tennessee chop! It’ll be a bonding moment--”
“Yeah, I think I’ll just wait until Mom is available.” Izuku made a sharp squeak at the blatant rejection of his proposal. Doing damage control for Izuku’s hurt pride, you made your way to his side.
“Tennessee chop has a nice ring to it, dear.” You say lovingly, placing a kiss upon Izuku’s cheek. A sweet, giddy smile framed his face at your tenderness. Your touch instantly curing the dejection he had. Mini made a disgusted look at the interaction, scrunching up his face as he imitated gagging noises.
“That’s my cue to leave,” He said once he finished, promptly disappearing around the wall, shouting afterward, “I don’t feel like puking today!” Mini heads out of the Midoriya household in haste with his chaste statement, leaving you and Izuku chuckling over his antics.