Work Text:
Midoriya Inko knew her baby boy was too kind for the world when he came home, aged six, with explosion burns and cuts. Only to refuse to state who caused them. She had dressed his wounds, whispering soothing words and started her crusade against the schools that let. This. Happen.
As her baby grew, she remained steadfast in her care for her son. His kindness and heroic heart were the greatest gifts to her, and she decided to find other ways to help him express himself. It started aged ten, a slightly sarcastic mug with the words ‘Not A People Day’ in black ink across the side.
Her boy had laughed so brightly at the gift, and with his collective nature towards things that helped make him happy, they started their collection. Mugs that held grumpy cats that just said ‘NO.’, red mugs that said ‘not today satan’ and at age 14 he got his first swear mug that was a beautiful mix of greens. ‘Fuck off. Sorry, I mean Good Morning.’ and her baby gave her a watery smile before accepting it to his collection.
When she accepted her baby would be moving into the dorms, she had packed his top three before slipping a surprise one in. (Inko giggled as she wrapped the plain black mug with ‘Spite & Coffee. The glue holding this shit show together’ with pink paper). She watched her baby go, with a soft smile and the usual Midoriya tears, but in her heart, she knew that her son would face their world with a smile (and a slightly inappropriate mug of Coffee or Cocoa).
Now Izuku would never normally show his mugs off, they were his and his mother’s joke. But as he unpacked and saw the three mugs, he realised it was time to fuck with his classmates. Because they considered him the sweet, innocent cinnamon roll. He lifted the pink paper and laughed, unshed tears in his eyes as he placed them on his desk.
He would have to collect more, more dubious ones before he broke the façade. So, late one night (when nightmares were a bit too harsh) Izuku found himself buying others.
A white mug that had ‘When you try your hardest not to be a fucker but everyone you deal with is a fucker so you end up being a bigger fucker just to out fuck the fuckers.’ that would probably earn him detention.
A slightly pink, floral mug that had cursive English words that spelt ‘Good morning, Fuckface’ and he would be willing to lend that one to the girls, if they so wished.
He even found a unicorn mug that had ‘Back the fuck up, Sprinkle tits, today is not the day. I will shank you with my horn.’ that had sparkles all across the handle. He was sure Aoyama would appreciate the sparkle.
He had a plain orange mug that looked innocent enough, but on the base said in lovely lettering ‘If you can read this, you are too close’ and sure, it was one of the calmer ones he bought. But a sharpie and some nail polish later and he could almost say it was a Bakugo exclusive. Which was bound to be…explosive.
After an interesting day with Ashido and Jiro, Izuku even bought a white mug that had ‘FUCK’ in clear lettering and then options. His urge to use a whiteboard marker to check the ‘my life’ or ‘yourself’ had been too great. He could always change it.
It was shortly after Ground Beta incident that he decided to start. Being on house arrest meant that he was stuck. With Kacchan. Izuku asked if the explosive blonde wanted a drink, the grunt of no made Izuku make himself a drink of coffee.
Now all he had to do was wait. Izuku had decided to go with the Spite and Coffee mug, it had been funny to see Kacchan’s wild grin at the lettering. Nodding in approval, they both turned to watch as their classmates walk in.
Chatting loudly and happily, before they all saw his mug. Izuku raised his eyebrow at the looks of disbelief and worry. The supposed Dekusquad seemed frozen, and it took one Ashido Mina to break that.
The pink-skinned girl laughed loudly, tears springing to her eyes as she took in the slightly battered greenette, smirk and eyebrow risen.
“Fuck, he has daddy energy,” Kaminari whispered, which made Ashido crack up all the more. Izuku sipped his coffee as the Bakusquad spiralled into hysterics and laughter. Kirishima made a comment of manly, before heading deeper with Kacchan.
“You alright, Denki?” Izuku asked the electric teen, who blushed bright red and made a whimper before running off. Izuku chuckled to himself before turning to his friends. Tsuyu smiled as much as she could, giving him approval before hopping? away. “Hey Iida-kun, Uraraka-kun.” he said and tilted his head innocently.
“Deku…where did you get that from?” Ochako asked, her eyes not leaving the mug. Izuku made a noncommittal noise before shrugging. Looking to his class president who was looking at him directly. Blue eyes had amusement in them, but his face showed nothing.
“Have you completed today’s chores, Deku-kun?” the boy asked, eyes dancing with light. Izuku smiled brightly, knowing this was thanks to Tensei (who was as sarcastic and prankster as an older brother could be) before nodding.
“We will go around one last time after Dinner is done, and Kacchan said he would go round the rooms for trash before lights out. Sorry for being a bother, Iida-kun!” the turned then and went back into the kitchen to get some more coffee, without his mother being there meant he could have one cup extra without anyone knowing how excitable it made him.
Uraraka was still stood there for a few more minutes before Tsuyu came and collected her. Izuku found it amusing that Kaminari continued to blush whenever he saw him, he would have to practice his smirk.
The next time one of his ‘swear’ mugs made an appearance, it was shortly before the work studies were meant to start. The greenette smiled softly as he watched Shinsou settle with the Bakusquad, the banter was amusing and the way a certain blonde lit up under the violet’s eyes made the greenette grin.
This was going to be fun.
Izuku had gone out the day prior with said violet boy and bought similar mugs. Izuku made coffee once again, pouring it into the two mugs before making his way to Shinsou. The Greenette handed the purple-haired boy a green mug that said ‘They also call me daddy’ while he sipped from an almost dark violet mug that had ‘B.D.E’ in white lettering.
“Thank god.” Shinsou mused and accepted, before smirking at the fact Izuku had switched them around.
“I prefer Izuku, but you do you.” Izuku mused, both ignoring the whine from a blonde before Izuku settled in a chair. Kacchan was laughing hard, with Kirishima grinning. They must have noticed Izuku’s interest and amusement, and Shinsou was happy to tag along it seemed.
“What does B D E stand for?” came a monotone voice, viridian eyes took in Todoroki with a faint smirk. Izuku wanted to laugh at Kaminari’s whimper, they all knew that the electric blonde was a meme fiend and understood pre-quirk slang.
“It means Big D-” Izuku watched as Sero sellotaped Mina’s mouth shut, whispering that she should never spoil Todoroki’s innocence. They needed at least one cinnamon roll.
“I mean, technically I am still a sinamon roll.” Izuku mused over the rim of his newer mug. Kaminari sparked and covered his face, making a strange noise that made Kacchan laugh all the more. Todoroki seemed all the more confused, so Izuku decided to save his friend. “It means Big Dick Energy, Todoroki-kun. I am sure Sero-kun can tell you all about it.” the greenette grinned as the two-toned boy nodded and then turned to the black-haired boy. Who had flushed and looked at Izuku in betrayal.
“Whoever has corrupted you, they should face judgement.” came a female grumble, Uraraka was smiling though, so Izuku knew she didn’t quite mean it.
“I will be sure to tell my mother that her choices are being judged.” he mused, laughing lightly at her shocked face. Kacchan had ended up choking on air as he laughed so hard. The explosive blonde was smiling so hard that Izuku wondered what would happen if he brought his ‘Kacchan’ mug out.
The rest of the night was spent watching 1-A interact with the new confidence their resident green bean was now showing and the complete teasing of one Kaminari Denki who now blushed at both Izuku and Shinsou.
Both of them agreed that by the end of the year, they would make Denki their third.
The first time that Aizawa-sensei noticed Izuku’s collection was a complete accident. Izuku was using his unicorn mug white muttering about his notebook. Aizawa had took one look at the sparkly mess that was in his Problem Child’s hands, deciding he did not want to know, but then he had seen the writing and felt himself stop.
Izuku had not seen or heard his homeroom teacher approach, but Aizawa took in the teen with new eyes. Because this young, problematic student had not shown any sign to being a sassy brat yet but reading those words made him rethink it.
“Problem Child.” he called, Izuku jumped a mile and covered his mug with an eep. Wide green eyes that gave nothing away. How had Aizawa not seen this?
“A-Aizawa-Sensei.” Izuku gave a weak smile, eyes moving from black eyes to his mug and then his book, before back to eyes. He never showed his notebooks anymore, not after that day in middle school. But now he had a choice, mug or notebook? He was stuck.
“Do I need to be worried?” the teacher asked, eyes narrowed slightly at the idea of his Problem Child Shanking Someone.
“Mmm?” Izuku looked like a deer in headlights, how could someone so naturally good (even if Shouta questioned every day why) have a mug that threatened to stab.
“The mug, Problem Child.” he waved his hand, before his eyes landed on the open notebook. A notebook that showed a very detailed image of himself.
“Ah, i-its a joke between m-my mother and me. S-she thinks I am too nice and…well…erm…” Aizawa moved closer, watching with interest as the greenette winced and shuffled closer to the table. He was protecting the book more than the mug.
“As long as you don’t actually shank someone.” Aizawa ruffled green curls before he knew what he was doing (Eri had ruined him, that little girl made him soft) Izuku had settled into the soft touch before offering a smile.
“No promises, Sensei, Kacchan could manage being shanked a little.” Izuku blushed beet red as he realised what he had said. Aizawa gave a snort of laughter before nodding, the man left the greenette to his devices with a smile hidden by the capture weapon.
And if a certain black mug that said ‘Worlds Best Fucking Dad’ appeared on his desk, no one but he and his Problem Child would know.