What Does it Mean to be a Hero?

 So author's note for all my ao3 readers, I finally figured out how to post images so if you want to see the book cover, and what Izuku's appearance is based off of, go back to the first chapter. It's towards the beginning right before the story starts. Oh and I should mention I didn't create the art, it's by AizelKon on Deviantart.

 And sorry for the wait everyone, I struggled a bit with this chapter, and I'm going back to college so I have a lot more going on in general. Hopefully I can work on getting out updates faster, but no promises.

 Anyway I hope you enjoy!

 Izuku woke up groggy, his mind felt unusually slow as he opened his blurry eyes. His mind spinning in circles as he saw a field of grass, his sister running around, laughing and egging him on as he chased her about.

 But in the end, as his mind focused, he opened his eyes and remembered that it was just a dream.

 He found himself raising his hand, tracing the details of it with his eyes, wishing he could reach out and grab his sister with it. If only he could reach out to her.

 He slowly got up and looked over at the cracked portable console on his desk. A memory of Mawata's question flashed through his mind. "What's the last thing you would've wanted to do with her?" 

 His heart sank a little as another memory flashed through his mind. A memory of arguing and yelling, coming from the other side of his door, a harsh thud hitting the other side of his wall. A harsh shrieking voice echoed through his ears. "You're supposed to protect us!!!"

 He found himself shaking his head, not wanting to continue his train of thought. Not wanting to remember the fights.

 He turned to his clock to find he had woken up a full hour early. He sighed to himself as he began his morning routine. A trip to the throne, a warm shower, a thorough brushing of the teeth, but as he entered the kitchen to make himself a bowl of cereal, he noticed his father was already up and about.

 He saw his father working with his laptop on the kitchen table, his eyebags significantly darker than usual. He walked up to his dad, giving him a tug on his shirt.

 Hisashi turned to look at his son up and about, he glanced at the time on his laptop to see that it was 6:09 in the morning. He let out a disgruntled sigh as he realized he'd lost track of time and had been up working all night. He turned to find Izuku with a nervous look on his face. "Oh, sorry Izuku, I'm not mad at you, I just didn't intend to work all night."

 Izuku gave a small nod. "Are you okay, your eyebags have eyebags."

 Hisashi covered his mouth as he sputtered in response. He slowly calmed down and looked back to Izuku. "I'm fine buddy. Just tired. What about you? Why're you up so early?"

 "I kinda just woke up early. Didn't want to go back to sleep." Izuku stated simply.

 Hisashi gave him a curious look. He found himself pondering an idea in his mind a little. He remembered when he used to wake up early, it was usually because he had a nightmare, he wondered if Izuku woke up early for the same reason. "You don't usually wake up early do you? Did you have a nightmare or something?"

 Izuku tensed up a bit, not wanting to remember his earlier train of thought. He shook his head rapidly in denial.

 Hisashi knew Izuku was lying, but he didn't want to push him to talk if he wasn't ready. He stood up off his chair. He towered over his son at 197 centimeters (6'5). Izuku barely reached his chest at 156 centimeters (5'1).

 "Okay, well we seem to have a little extra time before you go to school. And I seem to remember your mother mentioning you were hanging out with a friend yesterday. Why don't you tell me about him?"

 Izuku looked up at his father with an odd expression on his face. "My friend is a girl though."

 Hisashi couldn't stop the small chuckle as it escaped his mouth. "Is she now? I'm sorry for assuming. Still, tell me about her." He placed a hand on Izuku's back and guided him to the couch where they sat together.

 "Well, she's really obnoxious, she's nosy and she talks a lot. She kept pushing me to spend time with her until I agreed." Izuku stated as if it was the most normal and obvious explanation in the world.

 Hisashi looked at him a bit perplexed. "Are you sure we're talking about a friend here? It sounds like you don't like her much."

 "What makes you say that? I like her. She's nice to me, doesn't yell at me or insult me. And when I told her to stop asking so many questions she listened, plus she's really pretty" Izuku exclaimed with a bright smile.

 Hisashi looked at his son blankly. As the words processed in his mind, he felt a small welt of pride, his son was finally growing up. He shot Izuku a smug smile. "So she's pretty is she? Does my little boy have a little crush?" Hisashi teased with no small amount of joy behind his voice.

 Izuku's eyes shot open as he realized what he said, his face a bright red as his arms waved in the air randomly. "NOOO IT'S NOT LIKE THAT WE'RE JUST FRIENDS!!!"

 Hisashi burst out laughing at his son's antics. As he calmed down he looked back over to his son, who was pouting and looking away with his face still beet red. "Listen, there's nothing to be embarrassed about." His son turned his head slightly back towards his father.

 Hisashi gave a small smile. "If you don't want to admit it I won't ask you to. But you should think about it a bit. From the way you said she was pretty, I think you like her at least a little bit."

 Izuku looked down a bit at that, he looked on in thought for a second before looking back at his father. "Nope. Not even if I was the last man on earth."

 Hisashi stared at him for a second, a bit confused until he realized what happened. "Uh Izuku. It's 'not even if she was the last woman on earth.' I think you got it mixed up."

 Izuku took a second to think before his face went red again. "SHUT UP." He started hitting his dad lightly on the shoulder. Hisashi defended by grabbing a pillow to use as a shield. 

 "It'll take more than that to break through my barrier of invincibility, hero, YOU CANNOT DEFEAT ME WITH SUCH PUNY ATTACKS MUAHAHAHAHA!!!" Hisashi laughed playfully as he used his villain voice.

 Izuku stopped in his tracks, the gears turning in his head. He looked at his father, curiosity clear in his eyes. "Dad, what does it mean to be a hero?"

 Hisashi looked back at his son, unsure of exactly what he was being asked. He already told Izuku what he thought a hero was yesterday, was this question different somehow? "What do you think it means?"

 Izuku looked up in thought for just a second. "Bakugo always said a hero was someone who never lost. He said he was going to become the best hero. But I don't think he will. And I don't think he's right." He looked up at his dad curiously, as if asking for a confirmation of his words.

 Hisashi waited for a second to formulate a response in his head, not wanting to say anything he shouldn't. "He's certainly not right, you'd call someone who never loses strong. But being strong doesn't make you a hero. There are many strong people out there who are villains too. But you didn't answer my question. I asked what you think being a hero means, not what Bakugo thinks."

 Izuku took a second to question himself, but as the gears turned in his head, he found that they never quite clicked. He looked back at his father, a hesitant expression on his face. "I can't think of an answer. I don't know."

 Hisashi felt a small smile of relief form on his face. As long as his son put genuine thought into the subject, it meant he was actually interested, and that was good enough for now. 

 "Well I think being a hero can mean a lot of different things. It depends on who you ask. And you can be a hero in the eyes of one person but a villain in the eyes of another. I personally believe that being a hero means taking on the responsibility of being the one to help other people when they need it." 

 "And what separates a true hero from a fake hero, at least I think, is whether or not they care about the people they're saving. A true hero places the lives of those they're protecting above their need to stop the bad guys. A fake hero will prioritize stopping the bad guys, they don't see the value in protecting others."

 Izuku had a little sparkle in his eye as he looked at his father in amazement. "You're so smart Dad!"

 Hisashi felt a small chuckle escape him. He looked over at the time, as much as he wanted to continue bonding with his son, he still had to go to school. "All right, why don't you finish getting ready for school and we can finish this conversation when you get home?"

 Izuku's eyes went wide. "Oh cra- I mean right, I still have to eat!" He ran back into the kitchen and started getting a bowl of cereal ready.

 Izuku saw as a familiar head of long green hair walked around the corner. He felt himself tense up a bit in her presence. He watched as she walked over and sat by his father, just a little bit too far away to hear every word as they whispered to each other.

 "You two seemed like you were having fun." Inko had a small smile on her face as she leaned into Hisashi's shoulder.

 Hisashi gave a small chuckle at her comment."Yeah, a little bit. Why are you up so early?"

 "You laugh really loud." Her voice was slightly muffled as she spoke into his shirt.

 "Oh… sorry about that."

 She let out a small yawn as she looked up at him. "It's fine, this way I get to see my little baby off." She gave him a small smile.

 "I'M NOT A BABY!!!" Izuku yelled from the kitchen. His parents snickering to themselves at his outburst. His mother gave a huge grin as she looked over the couch at him. 

 "You'll always be my little baby boy." She vaulted over the couch and started running at him. "Come here little baby, give mommy a hug!" He quickly jumped out of his chair and started running away. "NOOOO!!!"

 Hisashi found himself laughing hysterically as he watched the two running around the living room. Until Inko finally caught up and wrapped her arms around his chest from behind and lifted him slightly off the ground, she began pelting his cheeks with kisses, and she made exaggerated smooching noises. "MMMMMOOOOOMMMMM!!!"

 Both parents laughed as she swayed back and forth with him a little before she groaned and put him down. "You're heavy, you know that? Pretty soon I won't be able to pick you up anymore."

 Izuku leveled a glare at her. "Good! I don't want you to. It's embarrassing." He looked away with a blush on his face. His parents chuckled at his reaction. A warmth could be felt in their home, a warmth that hadn't been present in years, since before Inami's passing.

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 As Izuku was sitting down at the front door putting his shoes on to leave, he felt a hand tap his shoulder, he looked back to see both his parents bent over at eye-level for him.

 Hisashi was the first to speak. His voice was quiet but stern, his eyes conveyed a feeling of importance. "Izuku, I need you to remember what we talked about yesterday. It doesn't matter what you want to do when you grow up, as long as you're doing it for the right reasons, I'll support you no matter what."

 Hisashi put a hand on his son's shoulder, his mouth slightly pulling up into a small smile. "But I need you to seriously think about this, it's your choice, and there's nothing anyone else can say or do to change that. That Includes me and your mom."

 Izuku looked on in thought for a second before giving a small hesitant nod in response. Hisashi pulled back and made room for Inko. She sat on her knees in front of him, bringing him into a small hug. After a moment she pulls back and holds him by his cheeks, a small, nervous smile tracing her lips.

 "I… I still don't like the idea of you fighting, for any reason." She couldn't help but avert her gaze from him. "I don't want to see my baby boy hurt. So… if you are going to fight… just… be careful okay?" She looked back at him with worry and uncertainty in her eyes.

 Izuku felt strange, hearing her talk to him with such a soft and tender tone after so many years. He didn't quite know how to feel about it after everything. He still felt somewhat reserved about his mother, so he decided not to respond to her request. But he did give her a hug. He then turned and walked out of the house with a small wave.

 As Izuku left the two parents felt a small sigh of relief escape them. Hisashi turned and started walking back to his laptop. Inko turned and grabbed him by the shirt. As he turned to look at her, he saw the look of concern in her eyes, he felt a warm twinge in his heart.

 "You look like a zombie. Are you really going back to work?" Inko asked with a worried, almost desperate voice.

 Hisashi looked back at her with a small sadness in his eyes. He turned away and gave a long sigh. "I have to. I swear we are so close to convincing those incompetent pigs. But the HPSC has a fucking chokehold on them and they can't even see past their own goddamn wallets to notice." He felt a hand begin rubbing circles on his back.

 "Honey, I know your job is important. But you've sacrificed so much for it already, and look at what that's done to your health. You look like shit, and you need rest. Things aren't going to change overnight, I'm sure you're already well aware of that. So please just get some sleep." Inko felt her heart sink further and further as she spoke.

 Hisashi turned to look at her, he leaned down and brought her into a chaste kiss before turning and walking back to his laptop, he sat back down and began typing away.

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 As Izuku walked through the school gates he felt a light tap on his shoulder. He turned around and felt his heart warm up a little as he saw Mawata's smiling face. 

 He felt his mind flash back to his earlier conversation. He saw his father's smug grin as his words echoed back through his mind. "Does my little boy have a crush?"

 He shook his head wildly to bring himself out of those thoughts. "You okay?" He saw as Mawata stuck her face uncomfortably close to his. "Ahhh!" He jumped back from her, he felt as if his heart would jump out and run away.

 "Don't do that." He held his hand to his chest as he tried to calm himself down. 

 She looked at him with a blank expression. "Do what?"

 "DON'T STICK YOUR FACE IN MY FACE!!!" He yelled while pointing to his face.

 Mawata looked at him wide eyed, rather surprised by his over the top reaction. After a moment to process, she felt herself get a bit curious, she noticed his cheeks were beet read as he averted his gaze. "Everything okay? Did something happen?" She moved around and tilted her head to look him in the eyes.

 He felt his mind freeze as she approached him again. He felt a rush of mixed emotions pumping through his heart. He jerked his head away, his face still on fire. "I'm fine."

 Mawata looked at him with an expression of curiosity, but as she was about to fire off another question they heard the bell ring signaling the start of school.

 They froze for a second as their situation dawned on them. They found themselves looking at each other for just a moment before the fear and realization slowly materialized on their faces. 

 They both quickly turned on their heels and stumbled into a run towards the school.

 "We are so late!!!"

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 Inko found herself standing, watching, worrying over her husband as he typed and clicked away. She couldn't help but feel a bit helpless as she stared at the back of his head. She knew how important his work was, for their son, for the future of any child who suffered as he had, as their lost daughter had.

 But she couldn't help but feel that her husband's neglect of his own health warranted time to rest, time to focus on rebuilding himself, and rebuilding their family.

 She saw as he began nodding off a little, before shaking himself a bit and then continuing to work. A small sigh coming out of her mouth. She approached her husband, placing a hand on his shoulder.

 He turned to look at her, seeing the look of worry and hurt on her face, he felt a small twinge in his heart. He looked back at his laptop for a second, giving a small sigh as he closed it and got up. He turned to Inko and leaned down to wrap her up in his arms. 

 He held her close, enjoying the warm feeling of her body on his. He felt a small warmth enter him as her arms wrapped around his back, raking her hands up and down his back as she buried her face into his chest. "Hisashi, I know your work is important, but so is your health, are your coworkers really so incapable you can't take any time to rest?"

 Hisashi took a moment to himself, but as he pondered her words, he felt uncertainty creep up in the back of his mind. He believed his team had the best of intentions, but he didn't believe in their ability to truly function without him.

 She pulled back to look up at him, worry in her eyes. "Hisashi?" 

 He shook his head. "Sorry, I was just thinking. And no, I don't think they could handle things without me." He looked down at her worried face, he felt a small pang in his stomach. "I understand you're worried about me, but I'm fine. Everything will work out in the end, besides it's not like I'm working without a goal, all of this is for Izuku's sake, and I'm willing to put up with anything for him."

 Inko buried her face into Hisashi's chest for a moment in thought. She couldn't help but think that maybe Izuku got his habit of bottling everything up from Hisashi… She jerked her head back to look back up at him with wide eyes. She stared up at him for a moment as she tried to formulate her thoughts into words.

 Hisashi looked down at her in slight surprise as she looked like she had a revelation. She usually wasn't the type to think before she spoke so he was curious what was on her mind.

 As the words fell into place in her mind, Inko felt herself calm down slightly. She took a deep breath as she mentally prepared herself. "Okay…" She looked up at her Husband with determination in her eyes. "I… I understand you're doing all of this for Izuku's sake, but you're important too." She looked down a bit.

 "I… I know I'm not the best at expressing how I feel, I think that's a big part of why things got so bad with Izuku." She looked back up at him, but her expression seemed guilty, or regretful. "I think that's why he doesn't open up to me. And it feels like you're not opening up to me either. You know I worry a lot, and when I see you like this I… I can't help but fear the worst for you."

 She felt herself choke up a bit as tears made her vision slightly blurry, she pulled back from Hisashi to wipe her eyes. "I just… I'm tired of seeing everyone around me hurt, I'm tired of feeling so helpless. I don't want to lose you too. Is that so wrong?" She looked up at Hisashi, unable to stop the tears as they overflowed down her cheeks and onto her breasts, her tears sliding down between them.

 Hisashi watched as his wife broke down in front of him. He froze, unable to move for a moment as her words settled into his mind. He shook himself out of his stupor and slowly brought her into another hug. He wrapped his arm around her and held her head into his chest as she cried and wept into his shirt.

 "Honey, I know you're worried, but everythings gonna be fine." His voice was soft and quiet in an attempt to comfort her.

 After a moment of weeping, Inko managed to collect herself a bit. "And what makes you so sure? Things weren't okay after… they still aren't okay, it's been so long since things were okay." 

 Hisashi truly didn't know how to answer this question, but right now, he felt his wife needed him to be confident. He felt that she needed him to be a pillar she could lean on, the pillar she hadn't had in years.

 "Everything will be fine, because I won't let it not be fine. So let me ask you this." He loosened his hold on her and brought his hand to her cheek as she came apart from him. "Do you trust me?"

 Inko looked into his eyes, the confident, yet soft eyes she fell in love with all those years ago. She felt a warmth stir within her lower half as she stared into them, mesmerized by them in a way she hadn't in so long it almost felt foreign to her. Regardless, she only had one answer to give when he had that look in his eyes. 

 She couldn't help but give a small smile. "I trust you, I always have, and always will."

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 Izuku found himself thinking a lot during class. He thought about everything that was happening at home, he still wasn't sure how to feel about his mom, but he enjoyed having his dad around again. He thought about what it meant to be a hero some, but he still didn't have an answer that stuck with him.

 He also found himself glancing at Mawata a lot, he couldn't help but feel a bit uncomfortable at his new feeling towards her, he felt a mixture of happiness and anxiety flood him everytime he thought about her. He wondered if his dad was right, if this was what it felt like to have a crush on someone.

 As lunch came around, he strangely didn't feel the need nor desire to leave the classroom like he normally did. He felt his heart skip a beat as he saw Mawata pull her desk over to sit with him, her usual smile still gracing her face. He couldn't help but jerk his face away.

 As he stared out the window he felt a small nervous shaking in his hand. He didn't like this unfamiliar feeling. He felt like he somehow didn't have full control of himself, and he hated it. If this was love, he didn't want it.

 He felt something poke his shoulder, he turned to see Mawata with her finger pointed at him, her cheeks puffed out. "Why're you ignoring me?"

 Izuku had no way to stop himself from thinking that her puffed out cheeks were the most adorable thing he'd ever seen. He felt his face flush with red, he felt his breath nearly taken from him as she looked at him with curiosity written all over her face.

 "Hey, are you mad or something? I don't remember doing anything to make you mad though?" She turned her head up in thought unsure of what she could have said.

 Izuku found himself rubbing the back of his neck to calm his nerves. "I'm not mad… just… I have a lot going through my head right now." He looked at her softly, trying to reassure her that he wasn't mad.

 "Like what?" She asked matter of factly, no accusations, no judgment, just a simple curiosity.

 Izuku felt his whole body freeze as his previous thoughts flashed through his mind. He felt his breath catch in his throat, he didn't know what to say, just that he didn't want to talk about his potential crush on her. So he asked her a question, the very same question he asked his father that morning.

 "What does it mean to be a hero?" She looked back at him in surprise, her eyes wide as she leaned her cheek into her hand to think.

 For whatever reason, Izuku felt his heart calm a bit at the sight, he couldn't help but clench his shirt around his heart. Deep down, he realized. He knew what he was feeling, but he didn't know whether he hated it, or craved it. Regardless, he knew he didn't want to admit it, not yet.

 "I think being a hero means doing the right thing when nobody else will, no matter how much it may hurt, no matter how other people may think of you. Being a hero means doing the right thing, even if it's not recognized by anyone, even if nobody appreciates what you do."

 She grew a small smile on her face, and her eyes sparkled a little as she continued. 

 "I think a hero is someone who does the right thing without taking any of the credit. Someone who says something like "I was just doing what anyone else would." Even though most wouldn't. Someone who doesn't want the attention that typically comes with being a hero."

 As she looked back at him, he couldn't help but be mesmerized by her expression. And he couldn't stop himself from staring a bit.

 She noticed his expression brighten a bit, it made her feel like her heart was floating. A warmth spreading through her as he had that dumb wide-eyed stare in his eyes, his mouth slightly agape.

 "What do you think being a hero means?" She tilted her head cutely, resting her cheek in her hand as she waited for an answer. 

 Her question rang through his ears, his mind started spinning in circles as he tried to put his words together. His mind spun around and around as he thought about her words, as he thought about what she and his father told him, eventually he felt his thoughts click into place, his idea of what being a hero meant solidifying in his mind.

 As the words in his head rearranged themselves into a sentence, as he went to speak to her, he noticed another kid walking up to them. It was the kid who always wore a bandana on his head, though Izuku hadn't bothered remembering his name.

 He walked up to Mawata, his face covered in such a deep red, you'd think he was cosplaying as a tomato. Izuku noticed some of the other kids snickering to themselves as they watched everything unfold. 

 As Izuku looked back to the bandana clad kid, he noticed he was squirming and fidgeting a lot, for one reason or another, he felt an ick in his chest, he didn't know this kid, but he already didn't like him, and he already didn't like where this was going.

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 Hisashi developed a warm smile in response. It always set his heart at ease, knowing that Inko trusted him, knowing that she relied on him, it made him feel like he had purpose in life. He felt a wave of relief crashing into him, as he heard the words come from his wife's mouth. He couldn't help but give her a small smile in response.

 "Then you'll trust that I'm fine?" Hisashi asked in a soft caring voice.

 Inko felt a familiar, warm and fuzzy feeling in her chest. She couldn't help but give a warm smile back to him. "You know I trust you." She gave a small, somewhat somber, chuckle as she looked slightly off from him. "But I'll never stop worrying about you. Even if it's not needed."

 Hisashi felt a bit touched at that, she was a worrywort, always was, and her caring heart is one of the things he fell in love with. But it was always nice to be reminded that there are people that care. He found himself gently stroking her cheek with his thumb. He enjoyed the feeling of warmth from her skin on his hand, a small simmer of desire spreading beneath his skin.

 Inko felt the warm fuzzy feeling give way to a more heated pleasure. She looked back at him with slightly lidded eyes. "You know, Izuku's not here to interrupt us." 

 She leaned up to whisper into Hisashi's ear. "And I've been a bit pent up lately. I wonder how you've been holding up? I bet you'd enjoy a little time beneath the sheets."

 Hisashi felt his heart skip a beat at that, his pants tightening up a bit around his crotch. He wrapped his arms around her tightly, sliding one arm down her back to grab her asscheek, giving it a tight squeeze as he pressed his crotch into hers. 

 Inko pressed her breasts into him, enjoying the feeling of having them pressed in as she wrapped her arms around his lower back, holding him tight to herself. She felt as he pulled back slightly, bending down to lock her in a small chaste kiss, followed by a deep needy kiss as he forced his tongue into her mouth. Her giddy enjoyment at the familiar act stifled only by the similarly familiar smell of smoke as their breath mixed in their heated kiss.

 As Hisashi pulled back, his cheeks slightly flushed, he gave her a small smile, his eyes glistening with desire. "I think that would be an enjoyable time, yes."

 Hisashi then moved and grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her along as they made their way to the master bedroom. Inko giggled excitedly as she was pulled along, a bright smile gracing her face.

 As they came to their bedroom, Hisashi near threw the door open as he pulled her into the room, not bothering to close it as he shoved her onto the bed stomach down. He quickly moved to straddle her legs.

 He leaned over, pressing his crotch into her ass and laying his stomach flesh with her back as he gave her ear a little nibble from behind. Inko let out a small moan as she felt his slick tongue tracing the outer edge of her earlobe tracing it up and around going slightly inward only to trace back down.

 Inko found herself letting out a small chuckle. "You and your ear fetish." She couldn't help but let out another small moan as he pressed himself into her again, his hard rubbing clearly across her asscheeks through their clothes. 

 Hisashi finally let go of her ear and brought his hand up to her cheek as he pulled her head to the side and brought her into another heavy tongue filled kiss. He explored her mouth, remembering all the familiar nooks and crannies as he enjoyed the wet and soft feeling of her tongue dancing with his.

 He felt her pull back slightly, so he let her go pulling back to look at her flush out of breath face. "You gonna fuck me or are you gonna tease me all fucking day?" Hisashi let out a chuckle at that.

 He pulled off of her as he grabbed her pajama pants and pulled them down to her knees and off her as he threw them to the side. He got up and quickly pulled his pants and underwear off and threw them away, revealing his 7 inch cock. "I'll go get a condom." He then turned to hop off the bed. "Don't bother. I'm 37, it would actually be a miracle if I got pregnant."

 Hisashi stood there for a second before turning to her. "Oh… right." Inko turned to look at him with a sour look on her face. "What were you thinking just now?" Hisashi looked at her with a gentle smile. "Sorry, sometimes I forget how old we are 'cause you're still as beautiful as you were the day we met."

 Inko felt her heart flutter as her vision quickly went black from her turning and stuffing her face into her pillow. She then felt as he gently straddled her again. She felt as his warm hard dick pressed between her cheeks, slowly grinding into her. 

 He bent over and ran his fingers slowly across her slit and felt her wet flesh as he dipped one finger into her. A low hum of pleasure came from her as his finger rubbed and dragged against her. He leaned over, pressing himself into her back and placing his dick right up against her slit.

 She could feel as he gently blew his hot breath on her ear. A giddy excitement flooding her as thoughts of what he was going to do filled her mind.

 Suddenly she felt a large hand pull her by the chin into a rough kiss. The familiar smell of his smoky breath flooded her nose as their tongues danced and their saliva mixed. Inko couldn't help but groan a little as he pulled away.

 "Bend over." 

 Inko quickly got on all fours, a giddy excitement coursing through her as Hisashi rubbed his dick up and down along her slit, sweat glistening on her back as she let out low huffs of air in anticipation. Hisashi couldn't help himself as he bent over, pressing his chest into her back and grabbed her ear in his mouth as he slowly entered her sopping wet cunt, remaining still inside her for a moment reveling in her warmth.

 He found himself taking great joy in the low moan that came from her as he slowly rocked back and forth inside her. He let go of her ear, raising his hand to her chin and turning her head to grab her lips with his. He quickly plunged his tongue into her mouth and began sucking and prodding at hers.

 After a moment he felt as she leaned back into his chest. She reached for his arm and pulled it to her chest pulling her shirt up as she placed his hand on her breast. She eagerly found herself enjoying the feeling of his hand sinking into her supple flesh.

 He began squeezing and kneading her breast with no small amount of joy himself. He quickly found himself bringing his other hand up as he crossed his arms to hold her close and pushed her up and onto his lap as he began thrusting up into her.

 Slowly, slowly but surely he picked up the pace as he pushed himself as deep as he could, then dragged himself back out, stopping right at the edge of her hole before plunging himself back in. Over and over and over again. Faster and faster and faster as she moaned louder and louder and louder.

 She felt herself locking up as she lost herself to the pleasure, unable to even do anything as simple as rock herself with him as he ravaged her inside. After so many months without this pleasure, Hisashi felt himself rapidly approaching his climax. Unable to deny himself of even the slightest bit of pleasure to extend their session, he rocked into her even harder, even faster. Her moans ringing in his ears, his breath heavy as he bottomed out in her, releasing his warm sticky cum in her.

 After a moment they found themselves collapsing on their bed with Hisashi resting his head on top of hers from behind. "You know, I wouldn't mind it if you got me pregnant again." Inko's voice was low and soft, almost as if she was pleading.

 Hisashi stayed silent in thought for a moment before lowering himself and pressing his face into the back of her neck. "If you want to try for another one, I won't argue. But I think we should figure out how to help the one that's already here first."

 "Yeah." Inko began mentally preparing herself for a very long conversation, a sense of guilt managing to flood her heart as she turned in Hisashi's arms and wrapped her arms around him, taking a small amount of comfort in the fact that she wasn't alone in her predicament.

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 "Uhm…" He began fiddling with his hands. "Fuwa… I was wondering… would you, uhm… Would you like to hang out, sometime? Like… I mean, you know the two of us?" He averted his eyes as a slightly awkward silence fell over them.

 "Sure, you wanna hang out after school today?" She answered simply, with a bright smile on her face.

 He looked at her wide-eyed in surprise. "Today? Uh, sure." He nervously averted his gaze, rubbing his hands together.

 "HORIBE'S GOT A GIRLFRIEND!!!" Another kid yelled from across the room Horibe turned on his heel, his face a deep red, he yelled back at them. "SHUT UP, IT'S NOT LIKE THAT!!!"

 He nearly broke into a run as he made his way back towards his group of friends, where he began whisper yelling at them.

 Izuku felt his heart stop and his breath hitch as a series of images flashed through his mind. Images of Mawata and this guy going on dates, holding hands and laughing together. Going to the movies and watching scary movies as she latches onto him. Going to the arcade and playing pinball together as they beat his old high score.

 Izuku could tell in an instant what this guy wanted. And the thought of Mawata hanging around another guy made his skin crawl. He didn't know this guy, he never talked to him before, but he already hated him. 

 He felt his heart clench, he didn't want to accept it, but he knew he was jealous. He didn't want to admit it, but he knew exactly why. He didn't want to acknowledge it, but his dad was right, and he hated it. He hated this jealous feeling bubbling within him. But he didn't know how to stop it.

 As Mawata turned back around she noticed Izuku staring towards Horibe, his expression seemingly blank. But his eyes told it all, he wasn't happy, for whatever reason. "Did something happen between you two?"

 Izuku snapped back to her, his expression not quite back to normal. "I… no nothing happened." He dismissed her harshly and began aggressively eating his food.

 Mawata looked on for a second at him. Confusion flooded her mind as it spun in circles trying to figure out what she did wrong.

 The rest of lunch went pretty much silent between them. Izuku staring out the window trying to stuff his jealousy and anger into the depths of his heart. Mawata trying to figure out why exactly he got mad at her in the first place.

 Mawata didn't understand, things seemed to be going well, his mood seemed to be improving, so what changed? Why did he suddenly get mad? She didn't understand. But she hated the pang of guilt she felt, as if she did something wrong. She didn't think she did anything wrong, so why did she feel like it?

 As the bell rang and class came to an end, Mawata watched as Horibe walked up to her. "So, do you… wanna go see a movie, or something?" His voice was sheepish, his posture made his anxiety plain to the world. She couldn't help but pity him for a reason she couldn't quite place.

 After a moment of awkward silence she heard a harsh screech coming from her other side. She turned to see Izuku harshly placing his chair upside down on his desk. His frustration was clear to see as he grabbed his things and started towards the door.

 For whatever reason the pang of guilt came back, even stronger than before. Mawata couldn't help but hate herself in that moment. It was a feeling she'd never felt before, it was a feeling she didn't want to experience again. She didn't understand where that feeling came from, but she knew it had something to do with Izuku.

 Mawata got up and started towards Izuku. Only turning to Horibe to say. "Sorry, maybe some other time." Her face filled with worry and regret, not even a trace of the bright smile she showed him the other day.

 Horibe watched her from behind as she took off after the kid that everyone called a villain. His heart aching slightly as she disappeared from view.

 It didn't take long for Mawata to catch up to Izuku. "Hey!" She grabbed him by the arm. She opened her mouth to speak, but she couldn't find the words. She froze as Izuku turned, a look of pained confusion on his face. Mawata didn't understand why he looked at her with that face. But she knew she didn't like it. 

 After a moment of silence between them, Izuku tried to pull away, but quickly felt his arm yanked back as Mawata refused to let him go. "Aren't you gonna go hang out with your new friend?" He asked in a somber tone. Mawata stared at his back for a second at that.

 "I'm not gonna go hang out with someone else while you're hurting." Izuku felt his heart clench a little at that, not quite sure how to feel about her words. It wasn't just someone else, it was another guy who was clearly crushing on her. Izuku felt his head spinning in circles. He couldn't help but wonder if it was because it was another guy, or if it was because it was another guy, who also had a crush on her.

 Izuku couldn't deny his crush on Mawata, he went through everything in his head too many times to not know how he felt. But he wasn't ready to admit anything out loud. He went through everything in his mind, over and over again. He thought about the other kid hanging out with her, and it made his blood boil. He thought about other guys hanging out with her, and he felt his blood go cold. He hated both ideas.

 Over and over again, he thought about everything while the world seemed to slow to a halt around him. But every time, he came to the same conclusion, he hated the idea of her being with anyone else, or at least another guy. Regardless, he had his answer, though certainly not the answer he wanted.

 As he turned to look at her, he felt a small pang in his chest as he took in her guilt-filled expression. "I-…" He felt terrible, he hated this feeling, he felt guilty over his apparent possessiveness over her. But he couldn't stop himself from feeling the way he did.

 "I'm sorry." Mawata simply looked at him, confusion evident in her expression. "Why? What do you have to be sorry for?"

 Izuku couldn't help but flinch at that, he knew how he felt, but he didn't want to talk about it. He wanted to push these feelings down to the deepest parts of his heart, wrap a chain around it, lock it and throw the key into a volcano.

 "Sorry." His voice was deflated, he felt himself swirling with a guilty pain that felt like it would never end. "I… I… I don't know…" He felt himself at a loss for words, he didn't want to tell her how he felt, he wasn't ready for it. But he didn't know what to say to ease her guilty expression.

 "I don't know… how to explain what I'm feeling." He admitted. It was a half truth, but it was all he could think to say. 

 Mawata felt herself getting a bit frustrated with him at this point. "That's bull and you know it." She watched as he flinched at her harsh words, all but confirming her thoughts. "If you're not gonna tell me why you're mad then I can't do anything to help you."

 Why doesn't he talk? Is it something I did? Does he not trust me? Then why did he trust me so much yesterday? Mawata felt the questions swirl around in her head, each one only bringing more confusion and frustration to her as she tried to figure out why he wouldn't talk to her.

 After a moment of awkward silence from Izuku, Mawata had enough. "Fine, don't tell me." She let out a small scoff as she let go of his arm and began walking away. 

 Izuku felt himself freeze for a moment, his world spinning in his head as everything seemed to crash and burn. His mind flashes through thoughts of Mawata looking at him with contempt as she goes off with… Horibe(?) 

 As his mind collected itself, and his world stopped spinning. He felt his hand clenched around something thin and warm. He looked down to find that he had latched onto Mawata's wrist. He looked up at her to find a very irritated expression.

 "What?" Her voice was harsh, Izuku couldn't help but quickly avert his gaze, but he never let go of her. "I… can't tell you how I feel or why. I'm not ready." His grip on her wrist only tightened as the words came from his mouth.

 Mawata felt her face soften a bit at that, as the light bulbs went off in her head, whatever he got mad about, he wasn't ready to talk about. She already knew pushing him was a bad idea, and she just pushed him pretty hard. She counted herself lucky he didn't just tell her to buzz off. Though admittedly she only became more curious. What would be even harder to talk about than… what they talked about the other day.

 "Okay, I won't push you to tell me. I'm sorry about that." She looks away for a moment as it dawns on her, where exactly his hand is. A warm blush gracing her face.

 He found himself looking off at that, an awkward air falling on them. "It's fine. I… just need to sort my feelings out first, I'll tell you about it… someday."

 Mawata looked back at him, a small blush covering his cheeks as he looked away. She felt a small pressure on her hand as it was squeezed in his. She felt her heart flutter a little, not sure how exactly to feel about everything. But whatever she was feeling, she liked it.

 "You… want me to walk you home again?" She asked, a shimmer of nervous hope in her voice. 

 Izuku tensed up for a moment before giving a nervous nod. Izuku didn't let go of her hand as they started walking, an awkward silence coming between them as they made their way.

 Izuku felt his mind going in circles, the warmth of her hand brought him a certain feeling of joy. But this joy was different from the joy he felt when he felt his parents' warmth. But it somehow felt different in a good way. 

 As they approached the steps up to Izuku's house, Izuku felt his heart stop for a bit as his time with Mawata was coming to an end. 

 "Ok, I… guess I'll get going now." Mawata felt a bit nervous leaving with so many unresolved feelings between them. But she didn't want to make the mistake of pushing him again.

 As her words processed through his mind, Izuku felt hesitant to let her go. He wondered if he let her go, would she still talk to him tomorrow? 

 It was an irrational fear that crept into his mind, and he knew it was irrational. He knew that she wouldn't have walked home with him if she was just going to abandon him right after.

 But it didn't stop his fear, it didn't stop him from thinking about all the scenarios in which they stop being friends. 

 What if he confessed? What if she rejected him? What if she looks at him in disgust and calls him gross for thinking of her that way?

 He had no way of knowing just how far from the truth his thoughts were. And just how close to her heart he had gotten.

 Mawata was hesitant to leave as they stood side by side in silence in front of Izuku's door. She couldn't help but lock up a bit as the awkward silence allowed time for her mind to wonder.

 She couldn't help but think about what could have happened with his sister, she couldn't help but fear for him. She was afraid of anything that could be harder to talk about for him than his sister.

 She couldn't help but squeeze his hand a bit as her thoughts drifted, as she thought about the possibilities.

 What if he lost his dog? Did he even have a dog? What if it was a cat? Or a hamster? What if one of the bullies killed it? Or maybe it was something else? 

 Maybe he had a problem with Horibe? Or maybe one of his friends? But why would he? What did they do to hurt him?

 She had no way of knowing just how completely unrelated all of her thoughts were to the problem. And just how much she would end up hurting him herself.

 Izuku couldn't help but squeeze back as Mawata squeezed his hand. As he looked to the side, he saw her distant, almost listless expression. He felt mesmerized by her face, incapable of looking away.

 For whatever reason, he didn't understand why he did it. In fact, no matter how many times he went through the memory in his head, this was the one thing in his life that he ever did, but never understood.

 He walked around in front of her, and with no hesitation or thought behind him. He wrapped his arm around her and brought her close to him. He held her flush against himself, wrapping his chin around her neck for a moment before letting go, turning and heading inside, without saying a single word.

 Mawata stood there dumbfounded for what had to be minutes. As the events finally flashed again through her mind, she felt her cheeks catch fire as her whole face exploded with shades of red.

 She found herself dropping to her knees holding her hands to her face. She felt her mind racing in circles a mile a minute.

 A quiet wheezing noise came from her mouth as she verbalized her embarrassment. She stayed quiet for a moment as Izuku's actions processed in her mind. She was left confused by it all, she wasn't sure why he did it, she wasn't sure about what exactly she was feeling in response.

 Regardless, he left her with a lot to think about, both with regard to him, and with regard to herself.

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 Izuku walked through his house, his mind blank as he walked past his parents who were sitting on the couch, not even registering their words as he went past them.

 He felt numb as he walked through the hallway to his bathroom. He felt a void where his thoughts should be as he slowly turned his shower knob, water pouring from the shower head.

 He slowly went through the motions of cleaning himself. His body on autopilot as his mind slowly but surely caught up. He was scrubbing his scalp as he washed his hair for the third time when the lightbulb in his head finally flipped on.

 He proceeded to stuff his face into his hands and scream into them for a second before spitting and coughing as the soap washed over his mouth leaving a disgusting taste in its wake. "Pleh, pleh, aughg gross!" He stuck his mouth underneath the water hoping it would wash away the taste.

 After a moment of failing to wash away the awful taste of soap he felt a small itch in his eyes, an itch that quickly turned into a burning sensation. "OH THAT'S JUST GREAT IZUKU REALLY GREAT!!!" He turned the water off and quickly grabbed a towel, he began rubbing his eyes with it to get the soap out.

 After spending a moment getting the soap out he dried himself off and stood in front of the mirror staring at himself. He let out a deep breath as he wondered why exactly he hugged Mawata. He wasn't thinking about anything at the time, his body just moved. Looking back at it made him feel like he wasn't in control of himself, he didn't like that, the idea that he wasn't in control.

Why the hell did I do that?

 He couldn't help but wonder. It all seemed so out of character for him, he'd never felt affection towards someone like he did for her. It felt almost surreal that he would feel the sensations of pressing himself against someone other than his parents.

 But he could hardly remember what he thought about as it happened, 

 Whatever happened to him, he didn't want it to happen again, ever. And he wasn't gonna let it happen again. His fate, his choices, were his own, and nothing could control him. No matter what, every action and decision was to be of his own volition, his own accord.

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 As Izuku walked back out to the living room, he noticed his parents looking at him with a mixture of worry and curiosity on their faces. "What?"

 His parents looked at each other for a moment then looked back at him. His father let out a sigh before getting up and walking towards him, ruffling his head a little. "You know you walked past completely ignoring us when you came in right?"

 Izuku looked at him with perplexion in his face. "I did?"

 "Yes, yes you did." Hisashi said with a deadpan look on his face. "Did something happen at school?" Izuku looked away at that. "Izuku, you know you can tell me anything. I will always be here for you."

 After a moment of silence Izuku glanced back at his father, taking in the expression of genuine concern on his face. But he didn't want to talk about his current dilemma. 

 After a moment of thinking he came to another topic that he was ready to talk about, and if he was completely honest with himself, he was looking forward to it.

 "Ok, uhm… could we talk alone though?" His eyes flitted to his mother before switching back to his father, anxiety clear to see on his face.

 Hisashi looked at Inko, a twinge of pain in her eyes, but she gave a small nod to him. He looked back to Izuku. "Ok, why don't we head to your room and talk?"

 Izuku gave a small nod, turning on his heel as he started towards his room. Hisashi gave Inko an apologetic look before following Izuku.

 As she watched the two leave, Inko couldn't help but look back on everything she said to Izuku over the years. She didn't need to wonder why things between them were tense, but she couldn't help but think as to how she could go about fixing it all.

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 As Hisashi followed Izuku towards his room, he looked back to how their morning started. He wondered whether Izuku had thought about everything, or if he'd simply written it off as his old man rambling on about nothing.

 They entered Izuku's room, closing the door behind them to give more of a sense of privacy. Hisashi watched as his son nervously hopped on his bed, sitting with his legs hanging off. Hisashi moved to Izuku's desk, taking out the chair to sit down. He took in a deep breath as he tried to prepare himself for whatever conversation he was about to have.

 Izuku found himself nervously flicking his eyes on and off of his father. "So, uhm, I think I figured out what being a hero is, or at least what I think it is." He slowly centered his eyes on his dad, a look that yearned for assurance plain to see on his face.

 Hisashi let a small glint show as he looked on at his son with curiosity, a small smile materializing in his face. "So? What answer did you come up with?"

 Izuku felt a small gulp in his throat. A small sense of hesitation creeping up from the back of his mind. "I, uh…"

 He couldn't help but look slightly off from his father, not quite sure if he could properly put his thoughts into words. He looked back at his father for just a moment. Hisashi hadn't stopped watching his son with curiosity clear on his face.

 "Well?" Hisashi asked with a questioning yet somehow soft tone.

 Izuku closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath as he mentally prepared himself. "I think being a hero means a lot of things."

 Izuku felt himself take another deep breath as he cleared his head. "Being a hero means it's your responsibility to help people. It means doing things other people wouldn't, not because you have to, but because you want to."

 "Being a hero means you have to be strong, but not always in a physical sense, you have to be strong enough to make difficult choices. Choices that could end up leaving you in pain that others could only dream of understanding."

 "It means taking responsibility for the safety of millions of other people, people that don't know anything about you. People that may not appreciate you. Maybe even people that hate you."

 He looks up at his father, an air of newfound confidence exuding from him. "Being a hero means sacrificing your time, energy, everything you are, and dedicating it to being someone who saves whoever they can. No matter who they are, or what they've done."

 Hisashi looked his son in the eyes. He felt a shiver run through his spine as Izuku's words rang through his ears. A single question left on his tongue. "Izuku, would you like to be a hero?"

 A small awkward silence floods the air between them as the question permeates through it. 

 "…I don't know. I think I'm, no I am tired of everyone calling me a villain. It's not my fault I was born the way I was. But I don't know if becoming a hero is the right answer to stop them from saying it."

 Hisashi took a moment to try and figure out how his son truly felt. He wasn't sure if he should take his son's words at face value, or if there was meaning hidden behind his words.

 "Well, I think you'd be really good at it. And I think that there aren't enough real heroes in the world right now. If you decide to become one, I promise that you'll have all the support your mother and I can possibly give. And if you decide not to, that's okay too."

 Izuku looked slightly off in thought at that. After a moment he looked back. "How is it heroic to steal other people's quirks? As I am now I'm basically quirkless. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't be a hero with a quirk like mine."

 Izuku spoke in a small, distant tone. A bittersweet disappointment clear in his soft voice. He found himself struggling with his thoughts. He liked the idea of proving to everyone, and to himself that he wasn't a villain. 

 He liked the idea of redemption. He felt so much weight from his past, but he was also scared. Scared that his past would come back to haunt him if he chose to become a hero. 

 Hisashi grimaced a little as his son's words registered. He couldn't deny the truth of his son's statement, but he also wanted to give Izuku the chance to prove the world wrong. After a moment of thought, he found that the conversation had only served to solidify his resolve to go through with the solution he thought of earlier. 

 He looked his son dead in the eyes, resolve clear in his expression. "What if the quirk you took wasn't stolen? What if it was given to you instead?"