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Izuku was quite as listens to his father on the cell phone. His mother humming in the background as she makes dinner. It is a rare night that he can come home from school so she has something nice in mind for tonight. All in all this looks like it is going to be a nice night.
Even talking to his villainous father does little to dampen his mood. As he cringes at another monologue from his dad, his mother catches it and gives him a reprimanding look. He groans inwardly but forces a smile in her direction.
He endures it until the conversation is over. When it is finally over he says goodbye and hangs up. Groaning as he slumps over the dining table. His mother comes over with the food she has prepared. Patting him on the back as she does so.
“Oh honey, it could not have been that bad,” she states chuckling at him.
“It can be so hard to talk to someone that wants to be the villain from a comic book,” he retorts.
“He is just a passionate man, dear,” she moves from the table to kitchen and back again to put more dishes on the table.
“Why did you even marry him in the first place? You two don’t have much in common,” Izuku tilts his head. He is genuinely curious on how it happened.
“Oh! Well, it just happened I suppose. One day we bumped into each other and well one thing lead to another,” she says absentmindedly as she sits down grabbing her chopsticks.
“How exactly?”
“Well we were both at a dance for different reasons and bumped into each other. Things we were holding fell and we both upset with each other and got into a small argument. Eventually we both calmed down and talked it over. From there we got together,” she finishes the statement but putting food onto her plate.
“Really? Your friends or family had nothing to say about it at all?” She freezes at that before turning to look at him sharply.
“Oh dear, I never told you did I?” She let out a little sigh. “Izuku I am an orphan.”
Izuku has no idea on how to respond with that. The food in his plate gets pushed around as he thinks on what to respond. His mother though beats him to the punch.
“I know I have shut down conversation on this before but I didn’t know how to explain this to you. My parents left me behind when I was only a few months old. It had some basic information but that was it. I was raised in an orphanage until I was 18 years old where I was then kicked out. I went from place to place until I met your father and he started to take care of me.”
Izuku took a moment to form a response to all that. “So that is why we never visited grandma or grandpa.”
“Nope, can’t visit people that did not want to be around in the first place,” her voice taking a more bitter tone.
“Do you know why?”
“Not at all and I don’t intend to find out.”
“Why not?”
“Because why should I bother trying to find out about people who left me behind? They abandon me before I even had the chance to know them,” she says softly her eyes fierce.
“They could be nice people.”
“They could also be awful people that will only hurt me if I invite them in again. Izuku, I know you must be curious about them but I will not give the people who left me behind the time of day.”
“They can’t be worse than dad,” he protests.
“Hm, no. Morally they are probably better. Relationship wise though they could be worse and that is what I am concerned about. I have met a lot of people who have done great things morally but are awful to me personally and I for one an tired of tolerating the abuse of other towards me. Especially not someone I do not know.”
“So the devil you know and all that,” his mother nods her head firmly.
“Yes, now eat your dinner before it gets cold. Your escort will be here to take you back in a half hour or so. No more depressing topics,” with his mothers words he did as he was told to do. Not wanting to argue with such a delicate topic.
His mind still brimming with questions but for now for his mothers sake he decides to hold back for now. The rest of the night went peaceful.