I've always wanted a brothaaa, just like youu.
Izuku Midoriya had seen her mother do questionable things. A lot of things, really, but it was hard not to when you were a single parent raising a kid who was blunt, spiteful and autistic. Her mother was unhinged, duh, it's where izuku got it from. And she understood that. To her, the world was a crazy, twisted place, and her mom had done the best she could. Which is pretty damn good if you ask her. Not to brag or anything.
She wasn’t normal, and neither was Izuku. So when people whispered about them behind their backs, or gave strange looks when Izuku was having a rough day or lashing out at the smallest inconvenience, they could shove it. Izuku didn’t care. Her mom was her lifeline. Always had been, always would be. Morally gray? Absolutely. But it was a way of survival in their society.
It was no surprise to Izuku when her mother made decisions that might seem questionable to others. It wasn’t the first time she came home to see something strange happening in their home. When Izuku entered their apartment, she saw her mom in the kitchen, mumbling about how someone could let their son get so skinny. She was used to hearing her mumbling to herself. Another trait they shared. But what was unusual was the lanky figure standing by her side.
Izuku stopped in the doorway, her shoes silently slipping off her feet. She glanced at the man in the living room: light blue hair, messy and tangled, skin a little pale, and hands…gloved also covered in red. His neck was bleeding, red droplets dripping onto the floor in small patches. He didn’t look like someone who belonged in her house, yet something about the scene didn't feel entirely wrong.
Izuku felt the tension shift in the room. She had a strange sense that he wasn’t just some random person. Her mother trusted him and that was enough for Izuku.
"Momma? I'm home," Izuku called out lazily, tossing her hoodie to the side as she walked toward the couch. Her muscles were sore from training, but she didn’t care. She had pushed herself today, and the rush of adrenaline still buzzed in her system. She dropped onto the couch, grabbing the remote and flicking through the channels until something caught her attention.
The man’s eyes flickered toward her, studying her with a mixture of curiosity and confusion. Izuku stared right back, eyebrow raised, before her eyes wandered back to the screen.
‘God I’m funny as fuck.’ she thought, suppressing a grin as she stopped the channel on a movie that made her laugh, she was planning a joke. Because she fucking could thats why.
Mufasa.
For the soul reason of the song that would play. Perking up at the thought of her kid she got up quickly and went to her room. Butterball, her pet raccoon, came waddling out, running around her feet before crawling up her leg into her arms. Butterball is her pet raccoon she found one night coming home from soccer practice. Her mom almost killed her and her baby with a lamp when she saw it. But after some convincing she was able to keep it.
Izuku returned to the living room, a soft smile on her face as Butterball squirmed in her arms, making soft chattering noises. She plopped back down on the couch, a little away from the man who was now sitting silently, seemingly transfixed by the movie. The song she was waiting for came on finally. "I've always wanted a brother" her smile grew wide, her braces showing, the rubber bands on them were purple and yellow. Inspired by Mirko.
Izuku leaned back into the couch, letting the song play a bit, before she turned to Tomura.
"If you think about it, that's lowkey us now.” she said, breaking the silence.
Tomura looked at her, his eyes blinking a little slower than usual. He stared at her as if trying to process the words. What the fuck is wrong with this kid. She comes home to find him. Bloodied hunched over. A stranger in her own home and now claims they’re siblings? Come to think of it, her mother did something similar.
She saw him panicking outside of his old home, and offered to bring him with her. When he explained what happened. Which, He was shocked he had done so at all. She said she could stay with them. And that maybe his ‘master’ wasn't helping him. But using him. This was all very mind boggling. But she had given him that feeling his mother gave him. He felt warm and safe. And now as he sat there staring at the carbon copy of the women who took him in hours ago. As she smiles at him brightly, excited. At him? Why him? Was this real? Some sick joke? Tomura didn't want it to be. He didn't mind. He wouldn't mind getting used to it. Being able to maybe…be a part of their family.
For once, the man felt accepted, understood. He didn’t feel so… out of place. Even though his dark colored attire didn't match the home decor.
“Get it? Cuz— cuz you–" she went to explain the joke something she did often. Even if people did laugh or get the joke, she just felt the need to explain.
“I–I got the joke. Yeah.” he said finally, his voice a bit raspy but also surprisingly soft, almost vulnerable. He had understood what she was implying—something that no one else ever really did. He was used to being isolated, thrown away. But in this odd moment, in the bizarre living room of Izuku’s chaotic home, he found something that was rare for him: connection. A bond. He just hopes it'll last.
Spoiler alert it does. They won't let him leave guys. But it's ok he's happy. Or will be.
Izuku gave him another smile. “Okay, just making sure,” she said, her voice was genuine. Izuku settled further into the couch, Butterball curling up on her lap as the song continued. Her eyes flickered back to the screen, however strange and twisted it might have seemed. She wasn't necessarily fucking with him. She had always wanted a brother, or at least someone who understood what she felt. To be casted off, a misfit, looked down on. She craved for the feeling of someone understanding. And yes her mom loved her to pieces. But she would never truly understand her. Not in this way at least.
“Ok after dinner, you guys can get cleaned up.” Inko said coming into the living room with a wooden spoon covered in sauce. She pointed it at them both, izuku who was sweaty and had sans and dirt scuffs on her threw her hands up a bit with a groan. She really just felt like messing with her mom having not seen her all day. While Tomura nodded a bit. As he was still covered in her own blood and dirt.
"what's for dinner though?" izuku inquired raising an eyebrow.
"the food your gonna eat." inko said suppressing a smile at her daughter.
"well yeah but what?..."
Tomura was content with just watching, seeing how they interact. it made him feel good, knowing they were both kind souls.
They would be ok.