Izuku

I dropped my fork, my jaw wide open. I felt like throwing up. "Izuku i'm so sorry. I know the state you were in when we left and I-I tried to do something about it but... They won't budge." I didn't know what to say. My emotions were everywhere.

"I-...I think i'm...Im gonna go take a walk." I immediately ran to koyo's house repeatedly knocking on the door. "Izuku? What's wrong?" He sees me about to cry which is a rare sight for him. He pulls me inside sitting me in his bed.

"M-My mom and I have t-to move back to J-Japan." Koyo freezes. Not talking, not moving. Nothing. "I don't want to go back..." "Y-You never told me what happened...Back in Japan." I say what the hell and just tell him. Everything.Single.Thing.

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Both koyo and I were crying. "Izuku, i'm so sorry." "Dont be.." We cried harder remembering the fact that I have to leave. "I don't want you to go!" Koyo cried out latching onto me. "I don't want to go either Koyo."

That night was a long night for both my mom, koyo, his family and I.That night I had spent the night at koyo's. The next day I arrived back home. To my surprise most of the living was packed. "Izuku....We leave in a week." I truly didn't want to leave.

I wasn't ready to see Kacchan, Uraraka, U.A. I wasn't ready to leave Koyo...My best friend. "Izuku I know it's a lot to take in but...I need you to start packing your room." Without saying anything I quietly walked to my room.

I sat down on my bed staring at everything in my room taking it all in. My mom had already put boxes in my room. I frown at the thought of no longer seeing koyo. 'It's just six months' I tell myself. Six long excruciating months. I slowly start to pack my room forcing myself not to cry again.

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I laid in my room consisting of only my bed, dresser, tv stand, and tv. It was about nine and I know my mom felt guilty which is the last thing I want her to feel. I walked into her seeing her crying on her bed.

"Hey mom..." She looks at me and tries to wipe all her tears away. "Mom it's okay... I get it you tried, it's really not your fault. From the beginning I kinda prepared myself for something like this..." She cries out and hugs me.

"Oh izuku! I'm so sorry." I hugged her and kept reassuring her that it's fine. She starts calming down but started crying again, but even harder. Why do girls do this? "Mom what happened!?" "I-Izuku i'm so sorry." "Mom it's fine I already get-."

"I'm pregnant Izuku."

I jumped up and started at her in bewilderment. "W-What." I look at her stomach and I see a noticeable belly bump. How didn't I take notice before.

"What? Who? How- WAIT DONT TELL ME HOW! Should I call the police?! Are you going to die!?" I was panicking. My mom has only been pregnant with me and she tells me how horrible the experience was but the outcome was "Amazing."

She gets up grabbing my hands. "Izuku it's okay. I'm okay. It'll all be okay. It was just a accident that happened."

"Mom fucking someone isn't a accident!" I don't know why i'm being so harsh on her. Lately every little thing has been pissing me off whether if it's good or bad. She flinched back to the choice of words and the volume of my voice.

"Izuku... I-I didn't think you'd be so mad." I harshly jerk back my hands closing the door to her room. Why are you acting like this Izuku. Why can't you be a normal kid who socialize with kids their age, who doesn't always run from there problems, who doesn't treat there mom horrible. I went to my room and spent the rest of the night in there.

[7:56 am]

I walked into the living room to se my whole house...Was already packed. I started panicking knowing that my pregnant mother did all of this on her own. I walked into her room to see a towel on her forehead and she was asleep. Oh my gosh.

I run to go change the towel. I start petting her hair, her eyes slowly open. "Hey mom...How are you feeling?" She gives me a weak smile. "I'm sorry izuku." I start crying grabbing the bed sheets.

"Stop apologizing! It's all my fault mom, i'm sorry we had to move, I'm sorry I lashed out at you for something you can't control, i'm sorry for being a horrible son, i'm sorry for having you pack everything, i'm sorry for having you stress about me all the time, i'm sorry for being selfish... I'm sorry."

A weak cold hand touched my cheek. "Oh izuku, you were never a horrible son. Your my world Izuku. I wouldn't trade you for anything." I hug her and tell her I love her.

I wipe my eyes, "it's too early to be crying." We both laugh. "I'll cook breakfast." "Absolutely not. You'll burn down the house." I could not argue with that. "....Take out?" "Take out."