Prompt: Izuku's father returns!

I am so sorry to the person who requested this over four months ago. I legit forgot about it. 

However, I hope it's a better late than never situation for you.

Anyways, there's more to this prompt. However, I will not be revealing what. You'll see it when you read it. Or read the warnings. That may say it as well.

This happens a couple days after the internship for clarification, so he isn't too traumatized yet.

Warnings: Sadness, Arguing, Death

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This is going to sound off, or wrong depending the kind of person you are, but Mom rarely asks me to come home. Even before I moved in with Shouta, she rarely asked me to come home. She expects me to come home obviously. It's just whenever I want, and she overall trusts me to come back. When she does ask me to come back, without fail, it's always something serious. Not always bad serious. Just serious

It it is one of those times. She called me after school and asked me to come over, and I know it can't be too bad if there is joy in her voice. Thus, why I am home.

I don't hesitate to come in and holler, "Mom, I'm home!"

Mom scurries out of the kitchen with a large smile, something I haven't seen in a long time ,"Izuku, baby! You will not believe it!"

"Did Dad come home?" I say, obviously joking.

"Yes!"

"Wait, what?"

I don't get the chance to recover as she drags me into the kitchen. At the kitchen counter, Hisashi Midoriya stands. Just like me, he has curly hair and freckles, but that's where the similarities end. His hair is jet black and pulled back into a pony. His eyes are red and more angular. He has a beard. He towers over Mom and I in size.

Simply put, he looks almost nothing like us.

Hisashi gives me a big smiling, remaining in his place, "Hey, kiddo! How are ya?" Okay, so maybe I got the energy from him. Though, I must be honest and say there is something off putting about him. He leaves for ten years of my life only to return and act like we're good pals? Call me petty but no.

Nevertheless, I will attempt to play along.

I respond with a grin, "I'm good, thank you for asking! I didn't even know that you were still alive!"

"Izuku!" Mom exclaims.

However, Hisashi laughs out loud, "You weren't kidding when you said he was a spitfire, Inko!" I always thought Mom was joking when she said I had a similar personality to him. I guess not.

"Ah, so you two talked about me instead of with me?" Okay, so maybe I am in attack mode now.

"Izuku," Mom tries again in attempts to make me civil, but Hisashi raises a placating hand to her.

"You don't need to defend me. It's not making the situation any better, " Hisashi's smile drops to something more gentle as he focuses on me, "You're not wrong, kiddo, and there's no way to fix that. I could have talked to you but I didn't and I apologize." That's something? Sorry, but this is basic. I'm not asking for the man to go on his knees begging for forgiveness or anything. I'm just asking for me, if you get what I mean.

"Why didn't you?" I question with my arms crossed, the smile on my face dropped.

"To be honest? I was embarrassed..."

"Embarrassed of having a quirkless child?"

"Yes," Hisashi responds softly, and I can't help the anger that grows. I would understand if I was a druggie or something shit, but because of genetics?! That's just bullshit! Honestly, I just want to leave and never return, but there's a sick part of me that picks up on something. That wants to investigate on that something. I will personally blaming Nezu for making me have this feeling later.

"You said was," I point out as I grip my forearms tightly to make sure I don't squeeze his neck instead.

"I was embarrassed of you until I saw what you did at the Sports Festival. That's when I realized that you didn't need a quirk. You are fine without it, perhaps better without it. I honestly should have known better and I apologize with all my heart." Hisashi says this while looking at me. He's being truthful.

You know, if this was literally anyone else, I would be cool with it. I should them that quirkless have potential. That's the whole point.

However, Hisashi is different. This is the man who created me. You would think that a father would accept his son no matter what, but no! He fucking left for ten years and only came back after I participated in the stupid Sports Festival!

I finally snap at him, "So I had to prove myself to you?!"

"No-...that's what happened, huh?" It's pissing me off more that he's just accepting this. Why won't he argue against it?! I rather him defend himself! Come up with a some bullshit reason why he did this! BUT NO, HE'S WILLING TO JUST TAKE THE DAMN FALL WITHOUT TRYING TO CLIMB OUT!

"If I had a quirk, you would have stayed!" The bitch doesn't have the nerve to respond, "You would have stayed and treated me how a father should treat his son! Mom would have her husband beside her this whole time instead of her crying and wondering when the hell he will get over his bigoted thoughts! We could have been a happy family, but you decided 'oh shit i cant have a quirkless son' and upped and left! Mom may have some issues with my quirklessness too, but she at least stayed by my side and took the hit and raised me the best she could despite what she was going through! YOU DIDN'T GIVE A DAMN! YOU COULDN'T HANDLE IT, AND YOU LEFT WITHOUT EVEN CONSIDERING WHAT SORT OF GODDAMN MISTAKE YOU WERE MAKING!"

"Izuku-"

"SHUT UP! YOU DON'T KNOW SHIT! YOU MAY HAVE BEEN TOLD SHIT BY MOM, BUT YOU WEREN'T THERE TO WITNESS IT! YOU WEREN'T EVEN THE MAIN VICTIM! THAT WAS ME! AND GUESS WHAT, HISASHI?!"

Despite this man being at least a foot over me, I storm up to him and look up at him,

"I am who I am without your help! I am standing here before you without your help! I got into UA without your help! I made it through the Sports Festival without your help! THE MOMENT YOU LEFT, I DID EVERYTHING WITHOUT YOUR HELP! WITHOUT YOU! THE ONLY REASON FOR YOU TO BE HERE NOW IS FOR MOM! I COULD CARE LESS IF YOU WERE TO DIE RIGHT NOW, SO DON'T FORCE ME IN YOUR DAMN REDEMPTION ARC!"

"IZUKU!" Inko screams, "YOU DON'T SAY THAT TO HISASHI!"

I don't even bother to listen to her as I back off from the man who is looking at me like some miserable damn creature. I stomp out of the kitchen and head to the front door, and I hear both of them following me.

Before I leave, I peer over my shoulder at both of them, "If you want to start making things right, start by being there for Mom and stay out of my fucking life!"

They don't get the chance to rebel when I storm out, slamming the door behind me.

One Week Later

I am not even going to lie: I have kind of forgotten that the whole father thing happened. I have other things to work on like Nezu's exams and whatever the hell else I need to do around UA. I haven't even heard from Mom or Hisashi since then.

Currently, I'm making dinner in Shouta's kitchen when my phone goes off. While I am stirring with one hand, I pull my phone out of my pocket to find that it is Mom calling me.

I answer since I don't have a vengeance against her, "Hey-"

I don't even get a word in when I hear her sob out, "Izuku, Hisashi is gone!" What? I stop stirring.

"Gone? What do you mean gone?"

Mom struggles to speak between her cries, "He...he got in...he got in a car accident. Izuku, he's dead!"

I freeze, feeling something etch into my chest. I can tell that she is telling the truth.

I swallow that feeling down as I click the stove off, "Mom, I need to calm down and tell me where you are." I leave the kitchen and go to my room to grab my bag. Once that's in hand, I go to leave when I feel a hand on my shoulder stopping me. I barely react to that when Mom's answer buzzes through,

"Musutafu Hospital," Mom stutters out, "Izu, you don't have to-"

"Already on my way. Just give me ten minutes. Love you and stay strong."

"I love you too. Please stay out of trouble."

I hang up on her and look over my shoulder at Shouta, whose features are more tense than usual, "Hisashi is dead. Died in a car accident."

"What?" Shouta asks with widened eyes.

"Yeah. My luck, am I right? I need to go see her."

"I'm coming with you. You don't get a choice."

"Do I ever get a choice?"

"Not this time, kid."

"Ya hoo yay," I mumble as we head out. I have Shouta lead the way since he knows where the place it.

It doesn't take long for Shouta to attempt to strike a conversation, "Are you okay?"

I roll my eyes, "Peachy."

That's the whole conversation. A short conversation. Impressive right?

I know that's an inappropriate response. Actually, how I have been acting is probably inappropriate with my luck. However, I don't know how to feel about everything. It's smudged right now. I am willing to take that since it allows me to focus more on Mom.

When we get to the hospital, we find her in the waiting room. As soon as Mom sees me, she tackles me into a hug and cries her heart out.

And I just let her. What the fuck else am I supposed to do? I don't know.

That night, I go home and stay with her as long as I can.

Since Mom is struggling, I plan most of the funeral for her. I couldn't do everything as I don't know what the man would have wanted, so I needed Mom's judgement there. Otherwise, I did it.

The funeral has family on both sides, most of which I did not know existed until Mom mentioned them to invite them. However, for those who I did know, I know I am a mere roach to them. That's what I expected from my entire family.

So, I stay back and watch the entire service from a distance. I wasn't close to Hisashi anyway. Why should I be allowed to be involved? Mom, meanwhile, is the center of the pity party, and I can't help but feel sorry for her. I don't like pity, especially when I feel like shit. Considering I can see the eyebags from the back and how much weight she has lost from everything, I believe that fits the bill. However, they can probably comfort her better than I can any day of the week.

Thankfully, I did not come alone. Shouta came as well, though I believe that's to watch over me. He hasn't really paid much attention to the service itself, only keeping a close eye on me, as if expecting something from me.

I don't know what though.

The service is hours long, too long for someone as hyperactive as me, but I swallow my troubles and focus on the current. The burial happens and then the dinner with the family.

After the dinner, everyone starts going home, and I start to clean up with Shouta's help when Mom approaches me with red eyes, "Hey, honey?"

I divert my attention to my mom, "Yeah?"

"I wanted to thank you for everything that you have done. I don't think I could have done any of this without you," Mom expresses with a gentle smile.

"It's not a problem."

She nods, "Well, I have one more favor to ask of you. Do you mind if I stay with my family for a bit? I believe that I should take some time off and spend some time with them as I haven't done so in so long. I don't mind staying here if you want me to stay though."

I look at Shouta, and when he nods, that's when I respond, "I don't mind. Do whatever you need to do."

Mom smiles softly again, reaching forward and patting me on the cheek, "Thank you, Izuku. You too, Shouta." I don't see how Shouta reacts, but I give her a thumbs up, "I will be heading out then. Stay safe, Izuku."

With that, she walks off, and I watch her leave with her side of the family.

As it turns out, that was the last of the family. Only Shouta and I are left.

We don't talk for a little bit. We are just gathering everything into one place so that we can load it into my fixed-up truck and drop it off at Mom's apartment. It's not awkward by any means. In a way, it's oddly nice. Usually, I would try to fill the air with any conversation necessary, but maybe I should learn to shut up once in while.

Eventually, Shouta, surprisingly, interrupts the quiet while we are working, "Want to talk about it, kid?"

I look up at him in confusion, "What's there to talk about?"

"You lost your estranged father. You were in charge of arranging a funeral. You've been taking care of your mother. You had to deal with a quirkist family at the funeral. Your mother left you to stay with family instead of staying with you who has just lost an important family member too. Would you like me to continue?" He really knows how to lay it on thick, huh?

I can't help but roll my eyes at him, "What do you want me to say?"

Shouta finally faces me with a raised eyebrow, "Are you telling me that you have nothing to say about all of this?"

"Shouta, I wasn't close to him. I barely remember him, to be honest. As for everything else, I just want to make my mom comfortable. I know that I am a brat of a son, but I want to take care of my mom too."

"So you're neutral towards everything?"

"Almost."

Shouta faces me completely, and he looks at me with concern (I think), "Almost?"

I sigh, withdrawing from my work, "Maybe there's a guilt factor involved." Oh, so that's what I've been feeling. It only took talking to Shouta and my mouth spurring to get that answer. That's not fun.

"Guilt? Kid, what do you have to feel guilty about?" I easily gather the answer to that question, but I will admit that it's heavy on the tongue.

"...during the last conversation to him, I told him that I could care less if he died. What are the fucking chances that he would actually die? I may not have cared for the man, but mom did." I really regret those words now. I don't regret anything else about the man, I'll admit. He made his choice and left me. I couldn't do anything about that. However, I do have regrets about those words.

"Izuku..." Shouta sighs as he approaches me, placing a hand on my shoulder, "You didn't know that he was going to die."

"I could have said something else though. Like, 'go suck dick' or something like that. I know that's still inappropriate, but at least it isn't practically wishing his goddamn death."

"You're not wrong. However, you can't reverse the past either. You have to accept that what happened happened and move on. Otherwise, you're just making it worse on yourself. You take it as a lesson to avoid saying such a thing for next time, got it?" He isn't wrong. However, that doesn't stop me from wishing that things could have gone differently.

I nod, "Yeah. That's logical. Thanks, Shouta, and sorry for dragging you into all this."

"I would have followed you anyway. Now, let's get this done so we can go home."

"I can agree to that."

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Author's Notes

This was a weird prompt to write. This takes place in a weird time for Izuku, so it's hard to say how Izuku would react since it's been so long since those chapters. Most of the experiences he has now that makes him a decent person are not there yet, so he kind of doesn't care at the moment. If we were doing this at a later time where Izuku has been through some more character development, it would be much different.

Either way, I hope this satisfied the prompt, and I apologize once again for taking so long.