●~Not All There Anymore |REWRITTEN|~●

|4| Stars Splitting Into A Thousand Pieces

Chapter- Four
Title- Stars Splitting Into A Thousand Pieces
Track- Netflix Trip
Artist- AJR
Trigger warnings- profanity, mentions of trauma, mentions of abuse, mentions of suicide, fluff, playful violence (is that a thing)
Disclaimer- I do not own My Hero Academia. Mha and all characters, save for mentioned Oc's, belong to Kohei Horikoshi. I recommend listening to the song above

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What's up, assholes? Let's see if I can make this chapter worth reading, huh?

As the spoilers ever so sweetly said in the last chapter, there is fluff. A shit ton of fluff. So much fluff. No violence whatsoever. The only violence is playful punching. There's even implied BakuDeku.

Consider it a peace offering for next chapter.

Anyways. Fluff, some crying fuel, and a few time-skips next chapter.

But I digress. It's your favorite game, on with the shit show! Prepare for the BAKUDEKU.

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Izuku

Izuku stared at the white door nervously, like it would suddenly pop open. He wanted to go inside and didn't at the same time. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. It was just mom.

Just mom who tried to kill herself, some stupid negative voice shot back. Izuku took that voice and shoved it to the back of his brain. It was fine.

Izuku sighed and slid open the door, his eyes immediately making contact with his mother's. Inko's eyes were already filling with tears, and Izuku had to blink back his own.

"Izuku?"

Izuku immediately ran to his mother, collapsing into her arms. Inko took his into a tight hug, rubbing his back as he shook with suppressed sobs.

"Shhh, shh," Inko whispered, petting his hair. Izuku snuggled into her. "It's okay, sweetheart. It's okay baby." Izuku hugged her tightly. He was so, so tired. And Inko was too.

"Oh, I missed you. How are you, baby? How's school? How's your new.... house?" Inko hesitated at the last part, not wanting to call it his home. She couldn't help that treacherous pang of jealousy at the thought of somewhere other than their apartment being home. Their small, cozy apartment that Izuku grew up in.

Izuku didn't so much as look up. "G- good. They sent me to the Terekos." Sent. Because that's exactly what happened. "They're nice." No they weren't. Only Ryuko was nice. "Mrs. Tereko made katsudon the first day." More like poison.

"Oh?" Inko asked. Izuku hummed. "What about Mr. Tereko?"

Izuku paused. "Haven't met him yet." The man was always at work, but from Ryuko's descriptions, that was probably a good thing. "But they have a kid," he added after a bit of silence. "Ryuko. He's really nice."

"Oh? Is he another foster kid?" Inko hated that word. 'Foster'. Like it should ever apply to her own child. She wasn't dead, he didn't need to live somewhere else.

Izuku shook his head. "He's their real kid. But he treats me like a little brother."

Inko chuckled a bit. "You always did want a big brother." Izuku hummed. "And school?" She was eager to change the subject.