Izuku didn't hate his dad, he had just never stayed long enough to form a proper relationship with the man
He worked hard to make sure Izuku's life could be the best it could.
But that didn't replace the anxiety Izuku held, having him in anything personal, deep in his life, like during physio therapy
He was too...cheering, he expected too much.
There was two sides, my sons too weak to walk a long distance.
Or yeah my son can run a marathon! He just would rather a crying supportive parent, who was actively involved in his life..

Of course Inko decided to call that day elected for his appointment, for food shopping. He knew it his parents idea of having a father and son bonding time. Which only made Izuku feel sick.

"Should we take train or taxi?" Hasashi asked his son, walking into the lounge room, while Izuku ate cereal. Izuku shrugs. "Train is cheaper." He mumbles. "Why spend the extra twenty? I'm not fully disabled." He mumbles. "I catch trains all the time." He almost snaps. Hasashi nodded.
"I didn't say you were." He smiles feeling almost haunted by his sons snapping.

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And that's how Izuku ended up sitting on the train, awkwardly hoping they would get there faster.
He always was allowed in the priority setting, especially when his braces were over his pants, like today.
His shaking legs and leaned on crutches got anyone up from their seat.
And a loud over protective dad helped too.

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He hadn't been in the office for, what years?
A secretary, still the same smiles at him.
"Welcome Midoriya!" She says, handing his father the forms.
He nods at her and hobbles to a seat leaving his dad to fill the medical forms, and text his to ask Izuku's medicare number.

Unlike the secretary, the doctor was different from last time he was there, but he trusted he would help the same.
They were taken to an office room, with a sliding door most likely leading to the physio room.
The doctor smiles and puts out a hand out. "Good morning Midoriya. I'm Doctor Joans." He says, "As I was told the details over the phone. We were surprised that Doctor Shield got a call for braces...his design for them were amazing, and they should hold your legs enough to fight. Unfortunately you'll only be able to use these braces when fighting..." He taps Izuku's braces. "You'll need these most days." He explains quietly. Izuku's heart sunk but he nods. "Alright..." He found himself still death gripping his crutches. He let's go, just finding how sweat was building in his palms.

"How about we get those off and start some simple massages and exercise to get those legs moving before we get those new braces on." He smiles, trying to lighten the heavy mood in the air.

Izuku takes them off, he feels his dad staring at his legs and he pulls up his pants legs, you could tell his legs were weak, the damage from his disease canvassed his legs, his bones were predominate and every shake drove through his legs, pulling everyone's eyes to them.
Izuku started to do simple massages as the doctor said. What he had of muscles relaxes slightly and the shaking through them seemed to calm. His father, unused to the shape of his legs seemed anxious and worried.

After his muscles were finally fully relaxed and hurt less the doctor left the room.
Izuku looks up to find his father beaming at him.
"You're doing great Izuku!" He thumbs up, giving that happy-go-lucky father grin he always tried to so hard to hand out.

The doctor came back with some new braces, dark green and grey. Unlike his current braces, they had a back press and seemed lighter, they ran up his whole leg shape, down to an ankle hold. His current only covered his legs and took weight to his knees. Barely caring over his feet and letting his crutches hold his back. Izuku almost felt nervous looking at them, could they hold his legs? The doctor smiles and puts down the suitcase, Dave had included to case them.

With the three pairs of hands, Izuku had help slipping them on, he grabs his crutches and starts to climb himself up.
There was an almost instant relief, but his back and leg muscles. He felt so...light? Was this how walking felt about seven years ago.
There was a sharp pain up his back muscles, but the tight strain almost gone.

He hobbles on his crutches, to the bars and took slow easy steps till he was allowed to try and walk normally...

Anxiety ate at his gutt as he took the first steps, here he was in open space, nothing to stable him... and he was taking a walk forward. He raised his legs shakily, trusting the light machinery and metal to hold his weight.
He took a step, shaking badly, there was no sudden loss of energy, no pain and no suddenly I'm on the ground, when and how did I get here? He was standing up right? He looks at his dad, like a happy puppy. He was up! Hasashi Midoriya cheers, and offers to take some videos to show Inko.
The doctor gives gentle praise and for that hour Izuku takes slow steps around the room, until the session was over.

Izuku was told to change back his old braces, and put away his new ones, which we're taken home. Another appointment was booked and a new plan of walking around in his new legs for 15 minutes.

He didn't feel as bad as he thought he would being compacted to his old braces. His heart raced. Izuku Midoriya...could be a hero...

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