●~Not All There Anymore~● |BEING REWRITTEN|

|8| Didn't Expect You To Love Me Anyways

All in all, it was a very nice house. Too bad it belonged to a grouch of a woman.

Speaking of the grouch, a stouted woman -although still around a foot taller than Izuku- walked out. She had shoulder-length grey hair framing her face, which came down in small ringlets. Small glasses with golden frames sat on her nose, and frown lines framed her mouth. She wore a white blouse and a grey skirt, with a cooking apron draped over it. The wrinkles shone upon her sandpapery skin, and she wore blood red lipstick. With how horribly mean the lady loooked, saying it was real blood didn't seem so far off.

"Who- oh. What are you doing here, brat? And where is your shit show of a mother?" The woman said, her expression immediately hardening at the sight of Izuku. He crossed his arms and looked to the side, refusing to meet her gaze as he spoke.

"My 'shit show of a mother' isn't here. She's dead. And I need a legal guardian, or I'll be kicked out of school, thrown in foster care, blah blah blah. Basically, I need a place to crash at until I save up enough for a small apartment and I get my life back together." Izuku bitterly kicked at upturned rock on the porch.

He barely batted an eye when the woman became enraged, her eyes widening furiously. "She's WHAT?! How did this happen, and why are you at my house of all places?!" The old woman said, digging her long fake nails into the doorframe. Izuku glared in return, liking this conversation less and less.

"Because, old hag, she said to come to you if anything happened to her. Says here in her will, 'all guardianship of Izuku Midoriya goes to Niomi Siomachi'. She died of a sickness and suicide." He pulled his mother's will out of his bag, all but shoving it in the woman's face. "See?" Siomachi, as her name was, snatched the paper and looked at it closely before shoving it back into Izuku's hands.

"Why didn't you come to my house in the first place, brat?! I could have gotten her better medicine and you know it."

Izuku tapped his chin as he appeared to be thinking, his tone as sarcastic as sarcasm can get. "Well let me see.... because you hated her and had a humongous fight the last time we saw you? She specifically said to not come here, hag." Siomachi smacked the freckled teen, making him stumble back a few steps, before she marching inside angrily.

Izuku stared after her, shifting his feet nervously. He flinched at the shout coming from the house as the woman hollered at him. "Well?! Are you going to sit there like a clueless mutt all day, or are you coming inside? And take your shoes off before you come in, I won't be having you muddying up my carpet!" Izuku rolled his eyes at the last part, thinking she was just as, of not more, snobby as the last time he had visited.

"Wow." He muttered under his breath, rubbing his cheek where a red mark was already forming. Really, he couldn't understand all the stereotypes about old ladies spoiling grandchildren, baking cookies and pinching rosy cheeks.

"Some Grandma you make."

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Izuku was sat on a red couch, clutching his bag as if it were a lifeline. He stared straight ahead as his Grandmother -if you could even call her that- marched around the kitchen, pots and pans clattering as she went. He flinched at a particularly loud smash and rubbed at his eyes, making sure no tears were building up again. Siomachi hated it when he cried.

Siomachi marched into the living room her hands on her hips and a heavy set glare in her eyes. "So. You wanna tell me how exactly your stupid mother ended up in this situation?" Izuku glared right back. He had hated his grandmother for most of his life, hated the way she intimidated his mother and made her feel bad about her failed marriage. Yet, for some reason, they had still visited up until Izuku got into UA, which his grandmother had blown up over. Something about hating all this stupid hero and villain crap.