MHA : Venom In My Hero Academia

Izuku had never been grounded before.

Technically, he still hadn't been, he hadn't been punished, but he was to stay home for the rest of the week to recover from the damage to his foot. His mom had put her foot down on that. Quite a bit more successfully than Izuku had with the log.

His mother had taken the sight of him filthy, wet, limping and with a destroyed shoe, as well as he had expected she would. However, it wasn't before he actually told her what had happened, that the flood works had really come, and she had embraced him in tears.

He had tried to downplay it by how quickly his injury had healed, but frankly, it was as if the moment he stepped foot inside his home, all the energy had gone out of him. This had added him feeling and looking like a drained and cracked battery on top of his other problems as he was talking to his mom and trying to calm her down.

In the end, she had ordered him to bed after a quick shower to clean himself(The hot water doing nothing to quicken him up.), to rest and recover.

It had made Izuku incredibly guilty to know he had worried her so much, because of his own stupid mistakes.

He hadn't even considered that he was supposed to have classes in a few hours before his head hit his pillow. Then it had been a fleeting thought in his head before he fell asleep.

When he woke the next time, the pain in Izuku's foot had dampened to a dull ache. At least while he was lying down. It would probably hurt more when he walked. The first thing that struck Izuku upon regaining consciousness was not his leg though.

Izuku felt DRAINED like he had been a wet towel that had been wrung again and again until all every single drop of water had left him. Then been thrown out to be baked in the sun.

He had to go and get something to eat. What time was it anyway?

He glanced over to an All Might wall clock he had owned for years.

It was 22.13. He had slept for around 16 hours straight. Wow, he had been tired. Well… He still was.

He forced himself to sit upright on the bed, then with just a bit of hesitation, he slowly put his legs out over the side, and fully expecting pain, he lowered them to the ground.

Well, he had been right, he did feel a pang of pain, but frankly, it was nothing compared to anything he had felt last night. It certainly wasn't anything compared to how drained he felt.

He had to go and eat something. Anything.

As he forced himself to his feet, trying his best to ignore the leg, he walked across his room and opened the door.

He could hear sounds from the living room, so his mom was awake. It sounded like she was watching tv.

His leg still covered in black liquid, izuku haltingly walked past the ugly door to their bathroom(Izuku had made it too short so it didn't fully fit into the doorframe, and without any paint, there wasn't any hiding how old and used it was, no matter how much he had cleaned it.) and opened the door to the living room.

As he had suspected, his mom was indeed watching tv, though she turned her head the moment he stepped in. Then she scrambled to her feet.

"Izuku! Sweetie, how are you feeling?"

He blushed, and awkwardly scratched the back of his head.

"I'm… I'm fine mom. Just a bit tired, and hungry."

She quickly guided him to the sofa she had recently been sitting on and helped him down in it.

"I'll cook something up for you sweetie. Just relax and take it easy okay?"

As she went to the kitchen and begun preparing something, Izuku asked "...What about school?"

"I called in and said you were sick sweetie, and that you wouldn't be attending school for the rest of the week."

"Oh."

Yeah, that made sense. He really was sick after all. Maybe not with the usual sickness of a middle schooler, but still sick.

After that, an uncomfortable silence arose, as Inko made food, and, Izuku absentmindedly watched tv.

...

Inko made food. It was what she did. It was what she had done for a decade now. It wasn't that she resented doing it, quite the opposite, she had come to enjoy the peace of the home.

But there were few times where she had felt as useless as she did now.

She had been useless last night too. The only thing she could do was wait for Izuku all night and constantly send him messages he didn't respond to.

She had been really mad about that, worried something had happened to her, yet all her rage had gone out of her the moment Izuku came home like he did, dirty, shaking, and with his leg like it was. All that was left had been worry and concern about his state.

It had been an eye-opener, as she sat her boy down and heard his story.

It wasn't like Inko hadn't understood the potential risks involved in Izuku's dreams. Heroes got hurt sometimes. Yet it was something completely different to hear about it than to actually have it happen to her boy.

And not even a villain attack, but a simple training accident. Something that could easily have happened at school, and could easily have crippled him for life, or at least given him a permanent limp.

Yet now he was walking relatively easily just a day after the accident.

Her father had once dislocated an arm, and he had taken a good half year to recover from it. Frankly, his arm had never been the same for the rest of her life. You weren't actually able to fully recover from dislocated limbs. It was a permanent injury that never fully healed. Unless you had a regenerative quirk or were healed by one.

Yet her baby was almost shrugging off a much worse dislocation after less than two days. It was a moment that really made things sink in for Inko, that her baby had a quirk, and was going to realize his dreams.

It was something that made her incredibly happy… And terrified.

"Food's ready sweetie."

Izuku turned his head and looked at her direction, his eyes zooming in at the food. God, he must be hungry.

After sitting himself down Izuku beginning to devour his food at an astonishing speed, with Inko just staring at him, still worried.

Izuku, bless him, noticed her worried look, and after devouring a fish, he asked "I'm fine mom. Honestly, I'm fine. I'm a bit sore and there's some pain in my leg still, but it's fading."

He was honest, her son always was. But the leg wasn't really the problem here, not really. She sighed.

"Just… Finnish eating okay? Once you're done… We've got some stuff to talk about."

Even before yesterday, she had been procrastinating with recent events. She should have discussed this with Izuku weeks ago. Yet she'd been putting it off.

She hadn't been sure why not before yesterday. Or this morning depending on how you looked at it.

She was afraid of change, of this little life she had been building up for herself and Izuku completely being upended. Inko didn't like her life being upended. She'd had it happen to her before, and it had never been a good thing. This time though, it would her herself who did it. Not something beyond her control.

...

Izuku wasn't sure what his mom wanted to talk to him about, but he had fears. Fears he wouldn't be allowed to train anymore. At least the Drained feeling seemingly vanished with the meal. That was something at least.

"I'm… not really sure where to begin Izuku. There's a lot of stuff I want to talk to you about. Both about… Well, yesterday, and the future."

She sighed.

"The first thing I want to ask, is why didn't you call me yesterday, instead of just sending me a message?"

"I… I didn't want to make you worry…"

"I was worried SICK Izuku!!!"

He winced.

"I literally sent you over a hundred messages, begging you to call me. I was TERRIFIED something awful and terrible had happened, like you had been kidnapped, or worse!"

Hearing his mom say it out loud just made Izuku feel even more guilty about screwing up.

"Did you honestly think I wouldn't understand if you had called and explained it to me? Yes, I'd be worried sick, but at least I would have known what was going on, and that is something you can deal with."

"I… I'm sorry… I just… I didn't want you to…"

Hearing her say it out like that, just made him feel like a moron. Like he thought his mom wouldn't be able to handle any bad news at all. God, he was a terrible son.

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