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Chapter two: Wait.. WHAT!?
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I̵zuku groaned awake, eyes closed and head foggy.
The g̴̗͠r̶̗͊e̴͓͘ê̴͇n̸̞͝ haired boy clenched his jaw, he really wanted to go back to bed. It was so comfy, and the pillows and sheets were a lot softer and smelled newly clean. Though he had a pounding headache, and his eyes felt like he had recently cried.
He slowly lifted one of his aching arms to massage his temple, trying to numb the pain. Sadly enough that only seemed to make the headache worse, as he felt a throbbing ache behind his temples increased in volume every time he tried to move or touch his head.
He blinked groggily through the hazy darkness around him until he made out the shape of a room.
Wait.. room? He shot up as eyes widened, staring at the unfamiliar surroundings. There was no light in the room but the light from the window was more than enough. When he went to check at the light source, only for the sun to blind him. His eyes flash white, and he hissed at the burning sun while covering his eyes.
Removing his hands from his eyes he blinked once then twice before rubbing them.
Looking down he saw that he was sitting on a soft bed, gently wrapped around in the sheets. Izuku quickly threw off the sheets in a panic.
Kicking it to the other side of the bed until it was near his feet, before he did one last kick with both his feet- (who has socks on for some reason) -and threw the sheet off the bed.
When Izuku was done with his.. epic battle to the death (with a sheet), he looked up and quickly became dumbfounded at the unfamiliar surroundings.
Alright, Izuku decided. He needed to figure out where he was. Maybe even a clue, for all he knew a murderer could come and kill him any minute.
From what he knew he somehow got into a stranger's room and had been sleeping inside the person's bed.
He didn’t feel too weird (except the stale limbs, like a stale corpse or something and an aching head that was luckily fading away). So no drugs in his system or missing something.
How had he even gotten here?
He didn’t (c̵͖̅ǎ̶͎͎̠̫n̸̞̍̆͋'̴͙̻̗͒ͅt̸̹̖̞͙̍͐͐̅) remember, or now that he thinks about.. he didn't remember at all how he had gotten up to this point, the last thing he remembered was being in bed after the rejection of all Might and slimy material he almost d̴̗͕̍̈̀̈́͜í̶̯̳̈́̓e̵̡̜̤͖͊̓͊͠d̴̯͙̖́͝ on still stuck on his clothes, thinking about what Kacchan said, why would he say that why would he want someone to k̸-
“Augh” he mumbled, as a sharp pain struck his head, making his fading headache throb as it flared to life once more.
He turned to the sun that was behind him gently and was currently warming him through his t-shirt that reached to his hips. He faced the window that was above the bed's headboard. Leaning comfortably on the headboard with his legs upwards and knees on the soft material of the bed. He had his elbows in the headboard and cupped up in his baby fat, that was also called cheeks.
The window had thick glass and a small knob to open it. Glancing outside and squinting his eyes in the meanwhile, not wanting to get blinded again.
He looked outside in an attempt to figure out where he was, or atleast get a clue if he knew the place.
When he looked down he saw a pretty front yard with flowers, bushes and a garage connected to the house he was in. The material of the house was a light beige, overgrown veins spread around the house.
The grass reached up to a white fence that was connected to the house.
There was a single tree in the yard, which stood tall and stood strong. There were also vibrant flowers surrounding the whole yard, with green grass all around it, the grass although booked newly watered.
Oh gosh, Izuku realized suddenly. Throat feeling tight and tears threatening to bubble up.
he would die here didn’t he? In this bedroom in this stupid old house. He didn’t want to
d̶̥̙̜́̚ì̵͍́e̵͙̞͛̃͑ by ̸̢̾͝͝ŝ̶̜̖o̶͕̼͘m̸̝͓̜̓e̶͔̗̱͋ọ̵̪̈́n̷̗͎͍̋ę̵̠͕̄̂̿ ̵̥͙̎́͠ḙ̵͕͓͛̀l̴͍̻̀̂s̶̯̐è̷̼̣͇.
Noticing his panic, Izuku looked at the neighborhood so as not to distract himself from his little ‘panic’ as he was on an important mission. ‘The mission of survival’, he’s done it many times before with his bullies, teachers and strangers. He blinked away the tears as he began studying the neighborhood.
The neighborhood looked very fancy, clean and rich. Nothing like he had it at ḧ̶̖̗͋ö̴͔͙́̂͌m̴̻̺͐e̶̋̕ͅ at least, not to mention its surroundings. He could see the street names on all the houses in big bold numbers. They seemed quite old judging from their size as well as the number.
Most of them looked even older than h̶̢̆ị̵͒š̸̻ apartment and somehow seemed in better shape. Probably due to the people who lived here. They must really have money to afford it if it looks this fancy, though some materials were cracked on the side of most houses. Most houses looked like old Japanese houses, even though they were unusually large.
The neighborhood buildings did not only look fancy, it was also expensive stuff. Izuku had very never seen so many swimming pools and hottubs in one town (much less one, it wasn’t like he got to go on school trips) . Their yards were also huge, with a lot of space for other “important stuff”. There weren't any mansion's as far as he could tell but these houses outside were pretty close to one.
(I̸t’s not like he̷ did g̶o̸ ̴o̶u̸t̵s̸i̷d̵e̶ much ̶t̴h̷e̴ ̶d̵a̶n̸g̵e̵r̴ ̸of getting ̶a̷s̴s̷a̸u̴l̷t̶e̶d̸ was too ̸h̶i̷g̴h̶ ̷t̸o̴ ̷r̵i̷s̶k̴.̴ ̷H̴e̵ ̸d̸i̴d̴n̶'̸t̸ ̶w̵a̴n̸t̷ ̵t̶o get ̵t̵h̴r̶a̶s̸h̵e̵d̵,̴ ̷n̷o̶t̷ ̸a̴g̶a̷i̶n̴,̴ ̸n̷e̶v̷e̵r̵ ̷a̶g̶a̴i̴n̸!.̵)
Izuku sighed heavily, no information gathered and time lost.
He couldn’t recognise anything and there was forest all around the town. He fought back a cry, as he turned around to face the bedroom and he took note of anything that might be important.
The room looked pretty basic, nothing like the rich houses just outside.
It contained a bed that he was currently lying on, plants, lots of them actually. There were plants on thin ropes from the ceiling and lots more plants scattered around the room, a wardrobe and a closet, a small desk that contained a laptop and school stuff like; pencils, books, calculators and so on. There was also a body mirror in one of the corners, mirroring his reflection.
"WHAT!?" Izuku screeched loudly when he saw his reflection, not thinking at the moment. Izuku did not wait to stand up and decided to crawl on all fours to the mirror, thinking that was a good idea.
Izuku realized his mistake as time felt slower and turned sour pretty quickly.
Izuku fell from the bed and landed straight first into the carpet and kissed the soft material when he fell off, in the process biting the inside of his lip hard. And hitting his nose.
Izuku moaned in pain, touching his nose before hissing at the stinging pain from it. Izuku scrambled back to his wobbly legs (why did they feel so heavy?)
He quickly meets face to face with the mirror. And touched his face. Though, it didn’t look like his. Through the big doe eyes and baby cheeks looked exactly alike.
"w-what happened..?" Izuku stuttered and cringed at how high pitched his voice sounded.
He ran his fingers at the crack in his face, the.. scars looked more like cracked or broken porcelain would look. Dragging his fingers on his skin. It was dotted with freckles, like bright stars in the clear night sky.
He combs back his hair with his fingers, lifting the hair over his head seeing the cracks that seemed to begin at the top of the head. Though he couldn't really see past the brim of his hair.
While doing so he noted that his usual fluffy dark green was now ash black, with some gray that seemed to move when he moved. It kinda reminded him of his usual hair, with black and green usually moving weirdly around when he did.
Izuku has scrunched up his face.
He looked like the end result of a porcelain doll only if it was dropped and glued together.
He didn’t know how he felt about that.
He also had no clue where he had gotten the red like Irises though, they weren't contact's or anything. Same with his hair and porcelain like skin, It looked weirdly natural.
This made him wonder what had happened when he was asleep?
He also looked much younger than a fifteen year older, and a lot shorter than he usually was.
Izuku questioned what actually happened when he was asleep, maybe he’d been hit by- (c̷̪̃ỏ̴̜ń̸͈c̶̙̀r̸͈̈e̴̞͝t̴̳͝ẹ̵̆) -a quirk? Because wow, having a quirk like this would be awesome.
Izuku all the sudden felt dizzy and almost lost his balance, before quickly catching himself on the sides of the body mirror.
Then Izuku noted his clothes, which were changed from the previous ones, when he realized his All Might shirt was gone!
‘-a limited multi coloured number one special edition all might shirt to be exact. He wasn't really alive when all Might became a hero but he won a special winner award, to celebrate that all Might had been a hero for thirty years.a limited multi coloured number one special edition all might shirt to be exact. He wasn't really alive when all Might became a hero but he won a special winner award, to celebrate that all Might had been a hero for thirty years!”
Did.. did he say that out loud? He hoped nobody heard him..
He had previously worn it before his outfit.. changed? His eyes grew wide at the thought of someone changing him.
And he knew for sure he wasn't wearing that now because he had a baggy white t-shirt and some Gray pants to replace his previous look. Which was a real disappointment for what he wore before, because-
“augh-” he groaned, he needed to stop worrying about stupid things as what colour of colothes he was wearing and find that shirt!
He frantically turned around and began looking through the room.
Izuku got on his knees to look under the bed, dragging one or two items from there. He realized that the person who was apparently living in the room had recently moved in. The boxes in the room and lack of clothes make it clear to notice, and why the house didn’t look as fancy as the other. No other house had vines like the house he was in or only one car, or pool.
In the end he ended up getting the whole room rummaged through. He didn't find anything he thought was important, or his dear shirt that was very complicated to get (he created over fifty accounts for that shirt!) He was quite angry about that.
It wasn’t like All might was his favorite hero any more or anything
(not after what happened on the r̵o̴o̶f̷t̷o̸p̵ that day).
The reason he even had All Might merchandise on him was more in memory of All Might as he remembered him, more nostalgic than anything.
All Might had been in his life and childhood more than any other–
(he didn’t want to count his parents, his mom to be more specific)
All might couldn’t just pack up (like his dad) leave him in the dust when he turned nine, or bully him (like Kacchan and many others did) Or try everything to stay away from him ever since he go diagnosed (felt more as a disease) as quirkless, up to the point where he was only skin and bones, (like his mom).
–It was more the memory's than the item itself.
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When he had finished rummaging through the room a pile of expensive looking items and clothes lay in a pile, though the pile was not big in any way and most boxes had only up to five items in them. And he still hadn't found his shirt which was very annoying.
He took a moment to think. If he wanted something done right he needed to figure out the way to get it done.
He rehearsed what he already knew, he's in a stranger's house in a room he just flipped around and they're wasn't any way out except for the door, he was in a small neighborhood that was in a town he hadn’t seen before, there was also nothing except forest for who knows how long surrounding the quiet town.
He sighed, planning on just heading out of the door when his eyes went locked to the desk beside the bed in the room. A small picture was on it together with plenty of other stuff.
He reached for the picture and grabbed it quietly. It was a picture of some people, he hummed in thought as he could swear he recognised them somewhere but just couldn’t put his finger on it.
The picture was set in a carnival, they’re was a roller coasters a bit behind them with a bush separating them. There were also metal fences, so people would not get too close to the parise wheel in case of any accidents that were behind them.
He was once again confused as he recognised the boy in front of the other two, he was probably around the age of seven. And his hair ended where the ears began, which reminded him of his hair, the only difference was the black hair on the child.
He also knew that the ‘current him’ had the same hairstyle and hair yeah.. he needed to try and figure out this whole mystery because this was really, really confusing.. anyways!
The boy was him- well how he looked right now anyways.
The small boy smiled into the camera. He looked slightly flushed.
Though the dark crimson eyes were shining, the smile was like the sun and he wondered for a second if he would get blinded once more. The wide smile on the boy stretched ear to ear.
The boy had a bright yellow shirt and some shorts. The boy had freckles across his face. And freckles that looked like they were little stars sprinkled across his whole body.
The boy had a bright smile, smiling ear to ear, that reminded him of himself when he was a child. The innocence in the boy's eyes made him smile softly.
He raised an eyebrow and held up the small picture seeing two figures behind the boy that he didn't recognise.
First, there was a woman with white hair that looked soft and messy, hanging all the way to her shoulders. It looked like a bird’s nest if he had to be honest.
It was also dyed violet on the hair's tips. Her eyes a gray-black color, her eyes looked like a never ending mist that painted her face nicely. She also had long and thick eyelashes on her slim siren eyes.
She was wearing what appeared to be a t-shirt, though the t-shirt looked two sizes too big for her and wrinkly. She also wore a pair of matching white shorts with them. She looked annoyed and eyes were rolling when taking the picture, but the corners of her mouth was curved slightly upward.
On the left side of the child there was a young man with short curly hair, he noticed that the child took a lot of his father's hairstyle to color, even the fluffiness matches. The man had crimson eyes and round like the small child had. He was surprised how similar the two of them were. His skin was also a bronzed color that shone up his quirky smile, as if he was trying to not burst out laughing. His eyes were on the short woman beside him, which was also probably why she looked so annoyed.
It was kinda funny how Izuku took after his mom all the way, only his lighter green hair color that reminded him of his dad. It wasn’t like his dad had green hair or anything, he actually had white. Izuku just had a more or less mixed color between his p̸a̶r̶e̷n̴t̴s̷.
The man in the was wearing an odd sense of clothes, and that was alot coming from him. He knew he didn’t have a good sense of fashion. His favorite shirt was a t-shirt that had the letter ‘t-shirt’ on it-
(It wasn’t like he could afford much, he had been forced to sell a lot of his All Might merchandise because of the need for food and clothing. It wasn’t like Kacchan made it any easier)
-but this man had to set a new record for “bad style of clothing”.
He was wearing a bright coloured tie dyed hoodie with the colors yellow, blue and bright yellow being seen. He also had pale gray shorts on. He wore zebra colored socks with black and dark violet shoes. He stood out like a traffic cone.
The woman had her arms crossed while the man was leaning on the metal fence behind them. The small boy (him) was just standing awkwardly still. The small hands on the boy fell into each other. The small photo felt stupidly similar to him in some way like he had seen this random photo before. But that be stupid. He had never even gone to a carnival anyways.
He didn’t want to think about how weird that sounded. So Izuku decided to not think too much of it.
He placed the picture gently on the dark wood desk while searching on it until he found a half sharpened pencil and quickly took a sharpener that happend to be beside the pencil. The poor pen had no tip to even write,
and so he did the pencil some good and actually sharpened the thing. On the first time the tip broke, making his eyes twitch in annoyance. Though on his second try he actually succeeded in sharpening the pencil, If needed he could stab someone.
He steadily made his way to the door that was right beside the desk, and when he finally got there, Izuku slowly opened it and peeked into the hallway.
There wasn't any light in the place either, except for the plenty of windows that were around the house.
Izuku slowly made his way outside the bedroom.
He didn’t really want anyone seeing him, afterall, he didn't know where he was and that scared him.
Izuku closed the door slowly, decreasing the creaking. If he didn't know better he'd say this scene was straight out of a horror movie.
Izuku began to make his way across the upper floor. Looking around once more letting his mind and eyes wander, as he thought of an idea. His eyes glanced around until locking on the wallpaper in the room.
It looked very fancy and expensive and quite old-ish. The wallpaper was filled with a beautiful flower pattern that consisted of roses, daisy's, lily's and also a whole lot he couldn't recognize.
'Maybe that one was a lily?' Izuku thought while looking at one of the flowers, the true flower was hidden behind the colors that almost looked like they were glittering. The colours were silver and gold. They sparked in the bright sun on his left sun, warming him slightly.
They looked like they were blooming throughout the wallpaper on the walls, the veins circled back to each other creating even more vines and flowers all throughout the room. The background is a rose white. Izuku had always been a huge fan of flowers. He loved how pretty they were but he also loved how vibrant and colorful they could be, compared to his day to day life.
So yeah, you could say he was a flower lover of every flower, well.. almost every flower, he didn't really enjoy the sight Ṛ̸̌̀ë̴̛̼̮d̵͈͚̅̾ ̸̟̮̊̑ş̸͓͂p̸̹̗͝i̵̞͑̓d̶̹̅e̴̛̦͓͠r̷̥͐͝ ̸̧͝ḻ̵̀i̶̝͖͘l̴̠̱̅̊i̸̘̟̇̑e̵̫͇͋s̷͙̹̄͝. Even the thought of them made him feel–
Ì̵̭ ̴̛̤d̷̥́ó̴̻n̵̩͝'̸̦̈́t̶͇̾ ̷̣͑w̴͍͂a̸̦͝n̵̗̋n̸̘̓a̶͖̚ ̷̱͐d̵͎͆i̴̔͜ë̴̝́,̷͉̌ ̸̹͒I̶̥͆ ̵̬͆d̸̩̿o̸͔̓ń̵̢'̴̗͗ẗ̷͇ ̵̠̍r̵̗̂e̴̲̊a̵̭͒l̸̢͐l̴͇͠y̷͇͝ ̴̛͈w̵̮̋a̵̝͝n̸̻̂t̴̻̅ ̵̰̽t̵͍̃o̴̙̚ ̷͇̚d̵̪̂í̸͈ĕ̷͕!̶͔͊ ̶̡͋p̶͙̄l̶̨̛e̵̝̍a̷̹͋s̸̗̓e̶͈̊!̷̢͗,'̷̱͒
̸̪̐B̴͉̅l̴̻͝ȏ̵̤o̶̪͑d̷̥̆ ̵̼̏ŝ̸ͅp̷͎͝l̵̠̑a̶̝̓t̴͔̉t̶̹́ë̵̳r̵̺̉ë̵͜d̶͔͋ ̵̻̃o̴̥͠n̸̠͛ ̵̛̜t̷͍̎h̷̍͜e̴͆͜ h̵a̴r̸d̷ ̸͙̆c̷͉̚ê̶̗m̷̹̕ẻ̷̢n̶̤͆t̷͕̒ ̶͚́d̴̡̚ŕ̷̫ị̸̐p̵͍̃p̵̲̋i̷͉͑n̶̻͆ǵ̶̹—̷̤̈
–He groaned at the sudden headache that came back, and felt his head fuzzy for a second. Only after a few seconds his headache faded making him stumble before getting his grip on a handrail, wait handrail?
ah, he must have missed that somehow. Turns out wallpapers were really distracting. He leaned over the railing seeing the stairs to the downfloor, he was unsure if it was safe to go downstairs.
So Izuku decided against the idea of going downstairs ready to take another route, slowly backing from the railing. There were a lot of doors, was this some kind of mansion or something?
Izuku shook off that thought, he didn't have time for silly questions like that. Thought, it probably was close to it he was guessing, the other houses he had seen and-
Suddenly a door opened up with a soft creak and Izuku halted in place, his thought process stopped abruptly.
Izuku locked his wide eyes with the door, until the window curtains went down with a slam. Making it pitch black and earning a quick squeak from him. He turned to the window feeling his heart pound in his chest and legs like noodles.
Suddenly someone touched his shoulder, he flinched and in the process jumped back startled. He needed to run now but as he was about to run when another person came in front of him and tackled him to the ground.
He felt the air leave his lungs at the force. Now he was staring at the attached face, though it was hard to see with no light source nearby. They're hair brushes against his shoulders as the person stood above him.
He took a deep shaky breath, shaking like a leaf in the harsh wind. He shut his eyelids tightly as a burning sensation was felt behind his eyes and tears slowly fell down his cheeks, as he awaited death. He didn't really want to ḑ̸͓̊̀̔̊į̶̾̂e̸̫͈͊̉̾! Please, please, please! I can be u̴͍͘͝s̵̻̐e̸̘̓̇͝ḟ̸͔͖͉u̷̺̼̔l̴̨͝ ̵̟̟̭̍̈́I̵̡̠̓̕ ̵̞͒s̶͓̲͑̈́ẃ̸̟̰̈͝e̷̞̔̽͂a̷͙͆͗͠r̵̪͎͘!̸̧̈́̔͜ I have so much to li̵̡̐v̶̨̅e̸̛͚ ̸̩̊f̷̰̎o̴̗̿r̵̗͂ I ̴̨̌d̵̩̕o̵͙̅n̸̺̿'̸̰͘t̵̟͋ ̶̊͜wanna ̵͍͂g̵̳̀ivẽ̷̮ ̸͈͑ǘ̴͕p n̶̪͑o̴̘̓t̶̢͋ ̸͍́y̶̠͌e̶̩̿t̴̤̓!̷̤̽
He couldn't get a word out, his throat was tight and it became hard to breath all the sudden, tears were running down his cheeks to his ears dropping on his curly hair.
The person above him, who held their arms around his two wrists disappeared as soon as they appeared.
The black haired boy gasped, both in shock and trying to get into his lungs. He sniffed once then twice, not caring if it was impolite.
Suddenly, the boy was caught by someone, arms going around his torso for a grip (..hug?) his upper body was lifted and made the encounter less awkward. They two sat one the floor knees to the ground (were they gonna stab him in the back or something?).
This action helped him a bit out his fogged up mind slow and steady.
A familiar voice spoke words Izuku couldn't understand, or maybe his brain just forgot how to process them he didn't know.
But slowly he was able to catch a similar word, his name.
“Izuku?” the voice said, it was the person- (w̴o̷m̴a̷n̵) -that held him. He felt the wavy hair on his skin and the scent of strawberries could be smelled from h̵̡̖̓ė̴̼͠r̵̰͈̋.
He suddenly awakened from his mind. He rubbed his eyes when he was free from the person’s (hug?) grip. One of them had they're phone with them and was currently lighting up the room. There were two people, male and a woman.
The woman had white hair, with dyed violet ends. She had a long shirt-dress that was red, she also had forest green cargo pants with black socks.
It reminded him of that woman from the photo and.. h̵̖̭̾i̸̥̎̕s̴̢͗ ̷͕͌m̷͓͙̑o̴̰͐m̶̤̋̏.
There was also a man .̵̙̊͒.̷̜̍̒ḑ̸̓̓ă̶̱͗d̷̨͊?̶̝̇̂ with black untidy hair and a grey sweater (in the middle of the summer.. really ḑ̸̓̓ă̶̱͗d̷̨͊?) With pants that had zig zagged stripes all over them.
“Sweetie you there?” asked the woman, her voice coated with concern. Was she talking to him?
“He doesn't really look alright.. Izuku, I really hope you didn't stay up all night. Did you forget what day it was-" the rest of the man's nagging was blurred out as he stared at the two, almost as if they'd grown a second head. Wait wasn’t that guy that man from the-
“Please honey boo calm down, not on his special day" the woman said seriously waving a finger at him, while standing up. The man looked as if he was gonna say something but ultimately said nothing.
The white and violet haired woman began whipping her clothes in case there was any dust on the floor.
(there wasn't any, the floor was very, very clean), But was interrupted when Izuku gasped, finally clicking the pieces together.
‘Those people are the people (properly together) from the photo!
He must have been too busy with his, aurr- little panic, but what does that mean and why did she call me sweetie? Did he get memory loss or something? Did they get memory loss? Was this fake, were they gonna kill him now? Beat him? Torture him?
Why are they so nice? Wait, she just helped me up, how is that being nice?
but it's also the nicest thing someone has done to me for a while.--
(S̷̝͒ḥ̸͠e̵̳̓ ̴̤͒ẖ̶̓u̸̳͗gg̶͍̊e̶̦̎d ̴̩͘h̸͉̽im̴̝̄!̵̨̀ ̶̛̱S̴̩̃õ̵̘ḿ̵͇ĕ̵̡o̵̙͘n̸̈͜e̸͖͐ ̶̝̿h̷̗͊u̵͙̅g̷͍̊g̷̯̊ë̴̺́d̸̢̏ ̵̮́h̶̜͠i̴̐ͅm̴̘͛!̵͇̈ ̸͙́H̴̰̽e̴̊ͅ ̴̳͗hą̵͌sn'ṯ̷̓ ̵̯̀g̴̘̋o̷͎̅t̷̙̉t̸̠̕ẽ̴̮n̷̨̿ ̸̩̍a̶̳͗ ̴̨́h̷͔̐ü̷̙g̷̘̓ ̸̩̐s̴̗͌ȋ̵͔ṇ̸͛c̸̙̾e̷͍̎-̸͍̐)
–Was this a trap? probably, why was he here again- oh right he didn’t know that either.
Now he was just confused and why does he look like this again?
Maybe he got hit by a quirk or maybe- Oh god he didn't have his phone, did they take it? no, why would they do that?
oh gosh! were they gonna threaten his mom? Kacchan-
wait he didn't even have Kacchan on his phone. Didn't he break his phone in the f̷a̶l̶l̷?.. wait.. what f̶̟̭̊á̷̡̰̘l̶̘̝̋l̸͎͆?--”
“darling, you're mumbling.. again” the woman chuckled, he looked up slowly, cheeks burning when he caught up with what she said, looking up, his eyes locked up with (̴͙͘m̶͓̚ǫ̸̂m̸̢̎'s) the woman's misty eyes.
“um I-I’m sorry!” he stuttered, not really sure what to say.
"Don't be so paranoid!" The woman began smirking. Smacking the back of his head joyfully, not noticing his flinch.
"You're alright? You look like you've seen a ghost" she joked, tilting his hair back as a bubbled laugh came out.
Izuku blinked and tilted her head, opening his mouth and closing his mouth like a fish.
"Oh, wait-" she turned around to face the man (h̶̟͘u̷̱̅s̵̜͗b̶̧͆ȧ̸͜n̸̻̿d̷̘̐) making a 'come here's motion with her hand. The man took something from his back and revealed..
"A..a cake..?" He whisper-yelled in shock.
"Yep" The woman repeated
"Happy birthday!"
He blinked once, then twice..
"Wait… WHAT!?"
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Here ya go, I did a picture of dyed haired women ;D
Link:
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1iMgXwvDjaZxe7jNPfnNVcoMRBx2NPxDt/view?usp=drivesdk