●~Not All There Anymore |REWRITTEN|~●

|2| Unmoving, Always Smiling

Izuku tried to suck it up (figuratively) and made a beeline for the table, keeping Ryuko's rules in mind. Keep his head down and take small bites. He could do that.

The women smiled in greeting as the two sat down. "Oh, Izuku! So glad you came down." Izuku looked to Ryuko. 'I had a choice?' He mouthed to the blue haired teen. Ryuko shook his head in response.

"So, I hope you like katsudon." Mrs. Tereko continued, oblivious to the silent conversation. Izuku tried to keep his face straight as he stared at the mess of food on his plate. This was katsudon? Yeah, he'd have to pick a new favorite food.

Izuku swallowed and nodded slowly. Ryuko gave Izuku a pitying look and sat down, poking around at his own food before taking a piece with the least amount of, well, anything. Izuku followed suit, trying not to look too much at the food. They ate in silence, Izuku taking small bites and making involuntary faces, while Ryuko seemed more or less used to it. For some reason, he kept eyeing his mother.

'What are you doing?' Izuku hissed quietly. Ryuko jerked his head to his mother's drink.

'Two glasses of wine and I can throw this shit in the trash.' He whispered back. Izuku blinked and took a second look at the glass, which was indeed filled with wine. Greeeaaat. Izuku made another face as his nose scrunched up at the food.

Mrs. Tereko sighed. "If you don't like it, say so." Ryuko's eyes widened. 'Abort! Abort!' He mouthed quickly. Izuku startled.

"U- uh, who said I didn't like it? I- I love katsudon. Yep. Mhmm." Mrs. Tereko pressed a hand to her temple.

"Well, you obviously don't. Is there something wrong with my food?"

Izuku looked to Ryuko, who held up a hand in surrender and shook his head. Izuku turned back and swallowed nervously. "W- well, uh, just a bit.... different.." Ryuko let out a groan and covered his face with his hands.

"Oh? There's something wrong with it?" Izuku blinked, looking to Ryuko for help.

"W- what? N- no-"

"I can't believe this," Mrs. Tereko interrupted, "I take in a child, feed them-"

"I've been here for one day." Izuku muttered under his breath. Mrs. Tereko thankfully ignored him.

"And this is the thanks I get. Just, this is so completely rude and disrespectful." Izuku gave a disbelieving laugh with slightly widened eyes.

"Disrespectful?" He asked, standing up. "I'll tell you what's disrespectful and rude." The woman blanched, while Ryuko slunk lower in his seat. "What's disrespectful is child abuse," Ryuko groaned aloud.

"Hey, 'Zuku? Ya might wanna sit down." He spoke the last part forcibly, putting a hand on Izuku's shoulder. Izuku shook him off, still glaring at the woman.

"What's disrespectful is this damn food." Ryuko choked. "This shit literally causes food poisoning. You'd be doing everyone a favor if you just buried it- actually, no." Izuku continued, pointing a finger. "You should lock it in a steel box and bury it in a six foot hole so not even an earthworm can find it and cause a disease that kills all of humanity in two days."

Ryuko choked, wheezing, his eyes filled with tears of laughter. "Oh my god, you're so stupid- you're so stupid, but that was fucking hilarious-" the blue haired boy managed to get out, laughing uncontrollably.