Thank you all so much for 300 followers and nearly 10k on this story. Not to mention the fact that Occurrence is at 200k. All these milestones. I just can't keep up. But seriously, thank you. I would have most likely given up a long time ago if it wasn't for the phenomenal amount of support I receive. The Q&A is at the end of this chapter, thank you to everyone who asked me a question. 

*Izuku's POV*

I woke up the next morning wrapped in familiar arms. I nuzzled my nose deeper into Shoto's chest and breathed in his scent. I recalled him saying that he used body wash which smelt of marshmallows and strawberries. His body wash must have been very strong seeing as I could still smell the potent smell of marshmallow and strawberry entwined together. "Why are you sniffing me?" a husky, sleep weighed voice rasped from above me. I didn't pull my face out of Shoto's chest, but my face did heat up to such a degree that I was sure my face was going to burst into flames. "What do you mean? I'm not sniffing you." I squeaked. I heard an almost inaudible snort if amusement above me, the closest to a laugh Shoto was capable of so early in the morning. "Sure." Shoto whispered, running his hand through my mess of shamrock coloured hair. 

Shoto and I stayed in that position, laying on his bed with him kneading his fingers through my hair, for an hour. We didn't exchange many words, we just lay there and enjoyed each other's presence. But, all good things must come to an end. 

"Izuku we really must address what happened yesterday and how you had a nightmare so bad you were sick. That's not normal." Shoto whispered into my hair. I sighed and reluctantly pulled away from Shoto so that I could sit up and lean against the wall. I knew we were going to have to talk, but I really didn't want to. The thought of speaking about my problems with Shoto would have comforted me before I had been kidnapped, but after the entire ordeal, I just felt like there was too much to say and I didn't want to bother him. "I can see it in your eyes, Izuku. You don't want to speak, but you have to. You don't need to tell me about what happened in your dream or whilst you were... gone, but I think we should talk about how you snapped at me yesterday. And my reaction." Shoto spoke softly, taking my small, slightly scared hand into his own larger hands. My head flopped onto his shoulders, I knew he was right. "Ok. I'll speak about yesterday. I'm sorry." I whispered, feeling tears beginning to well up in my eyes at the memory of how I had gotten so angry. Shoto put his hand on my head and began to run his fingers through my hair again, waiting for me to speak a bit more. "It's just... I like having my independence and I understand why you helped me, someone would have had to and... I'm glad you were the one carrying me, but I just...I felt weak when you carried me. I felt like you and Kacchan perceived me as weak. I can't even walk properly for another week. When I snapped at you, I was just letting my insecurities get to me. I could have handled it so much better, but I lost my temper. I'm so sorry, Shoto. You didn't deserve to be yelled at." I cried into my boyfriend's shoulder. I couldn't hold back the torrent of tears which spewed from my eyes like a broken fountain. I felt dreadful getting Shoto's clothes so wet, but I couldn't hold in my tears. Shoto's hands rubbed my back soothingly as he whispered sweet nothings in my ear to calm me down. 

After a few minutes, my sobbing calmed down and I managed to pull away to look into the sincere eyes of Shoto. "I'm sorry, I got your top wet." I rasped, rubbing the tears from my eyes. Shoto shrugged and swiped his thumb across my cheek to catch a stray tear. "It's fine, Izu. It's perfectly natural to cry and to get angry. I'm glad that you told me how you feel, even if you had to yell at me. You're not weak, Izu, nowhere near it." Shoto cooed as he rocked us back and forwards. I felt my body immediately relax at our rocking motion. It brought back long lost memories of being held in my mother's arms as a toddler. She rocked me gently as I cried in her lap after I had scraped my knee playing with Kacchan and our other friends. "Chin up little one. You'll be ok. My little hero." my mother's sweet, musical voice whispered like passing wind in my ear. Tears leaked from my eyes again at the phantom memory which skimmed across my mind. I missed my mother so much at times, I cursed the monster who had stolen her from me prematurely. 

"Are you ok, Izuku, you randomly started crying again." Shoto asked with mild concern. I nodded my head and wiped away my tears again. "Just thinking about my mum. She used to rock me like this when I scraped my knees or got upset. She used to always call me her little hero." I chuckled to myself, reminiscing about the times when my mother and I would run around the house playing heroes. Of course, this all happened before Hisashi decoded to go batshit crazy, but they were fond memories I clung to with all my might. Shoto smiled slightly, resuming his gentle stroking of my hair, "She sounds like she was an amazing woman." Shoto whispered. I nodded my head as I suddenly got an idea. "If we're allowed, would you like to go and see her with me. I haven't visited her grave since the week before the training camp." I asked, suddenly sitting up and nearly headbutting Shoto. Shoto looked at me with wide eyes, most likely due to my sudden proclamation, before slowly nodding his head. "I mean... I'm sure we'll be allowed provided a teacher supervises us," he said slowly. I nodded my head before practically throwing myself off of the bed and into my wheelchair. "I'll go and get dressed, then we can go downstairs and ask." I said, already wheeling myself out of the room. I heard Shoto make a tiny noise of what I can only assume was agreement before I left his room and rocketed into mine. Only to gag at the putrid smell of vomit. 

Half an hour later, Shoto and I were both sat in the back seat of Papa's car with Dad driving us to the graveyard. Dad always came with me when I visited my mum. Despite the fact that Dad had never known Mum in life, he still spoke to her headstone like he had. Every visit he told her how I was doing and how proud of me he was and she should be. I spoke to Mum as well. I told her practically everything which went on in my life.

When we arrived at the graveyard, Shoto pushed me through the multitude of headstones, following my directions to a tall weeping willow tree. Under the drooping leaves of the tree resided my mother's white, marble headstone. 

Shoto looked a bit awkward as we reached the headstone. He fiddled with his fingers as I rolled myself a bit closer to my mum's grave, a fresh bouquet of flowers in my hands. "Hey, Mum. Sorry haven't visited in a while, something happened. I brought Shoto with me this time, Dad is here too. So much has happened recently, I'm sure you would have had a heart attack if you saw the amount of danger I've been in." I chuckled slightly as I leaned forwards in my wheelchair and placed the flowers at the base of her headstone. I continued to talk to her, forgetting that Shoto and Dad were behind me.

*Shoto's POV*

As Izuku spoke to his mum's grave, I looked closely at her headstone. It was rather ornate and beautiful. It was a clean white colour, not yet weathered by time. On the front, carved into the marble were the words: Here lies Inko Midoriya. The perfect Mother, friend and hero. She was the hero the world needed but didn't deserve. The words inexplicably brought a tear to my eye. It was beautiful. Yet so cliche. "- Kacchan and Kyoka are still playing in the band. I'm still not a fan of the name 'The Juveniles' so I think we're having yet another meeting about it. I might just roll over and let them have the name. I mean, Kyoka technically founded the band so I guess she should be the one to decide the name. Kyoka and I are writing a song together, we should be able to play it soon, but I think we'll have to wait until I'm out of the wheelchair." Izuku babbled on to the headstone. Aizawa and I stood silent, letting Izu have his time with his mum. 

Soon enough, Aizawa tapped Izu on his arm and said that we would have to leave soon. Izuku seemed to deflate a bit at this but he quickly cheered himself up and went about saying his goodbyes to his mum. Izuku looked at me expectantly, I didn't want to hurt his feelings so I did what he was silently asking me to with his wide puppy eyes. "Goodbye, Ms Midoriya. I will take care of your son." I whispered, feeling a bit awkward talking to a piece of marble. Izuku smiled at me brightly before wheeling away from the grave a bit and gesturing for me to follow him as Aizawa knelt next to Inko Midoriya's grave and started speaking in a low voice.

*Shota's POV*

I watched as my Problem Child led Todoroki away so that I could speak to his mother's grave. Even if I didn't know Inko when she was alive, I still visited her grave and spoke to her just as Izu did. I'm not sure why I spoke to her, I just did. I wanted to reassure her resting body that I was looking after her son. Her son which she had given her life to protect. She was truly a hero and I wished I had been able to speak to her. 

"Hello, Inko. It's been a while. I wasn't able to come with Izuku last time since I was so busy with tests and hero work. Izuku has been doing well at school. I wish I could have protected him better. From what Izuku has told me about you, I'm sure you would have had my head on a spike if I didn't get him back. He's been doing pretty bad recently after he was rescued. I understand though, it can't have been easy seeing Hisashi again. Saying that monster's name leaves a very sour taste in my mouth. But..." I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, looking over to Izu and Shoto. They were smiling gently at each other and speaking in quiet voices. I couldn't hear the exact words they were saying but I could recognise the love in their voices. "I think he's gonna be ok soon enough. He has a lot of people surrounding him who will support him no matter what. I'll visit soon, goodbye Inko." I smiled slightly, patting the headstone and placing a single orchid on the grave.

On the drive back to UA, Izu seemed a lot happier. He smiled and joked with Shoto. His eyes held a sparkle to them. It was extremely faint, barley distinguishable, but I saw it and it warmed my heart. I knew that my son was in for a rough ride when it came to his mental recovery and I would be there at every stage of it. I wasn't letting him down. Not again. Never again. 

When we arrived, Shoto was called away by Hizashi. Apparently, it was Shoto's turn to help water the flowers in the communal gardens. I turned away awkwardly when I saw Shoto lean down and kiss Izu's cheek lightly. I didn't wish to impose on them. When I heard Shoto's footsteps getting further away, I turned back around to see my son sat there with bright pink cheeks. I chuckled slightly at the sight, I was glad he had found happiness in his friends and boyfriend. "Hey, Dad." Izuku started shyly, turning to me. I raised an eyebrow at his bashful expression, "Yes." I replied. Izuku fiddled with his hands before he took a deep breath and looked up at me, "I need your help with something.".

When Izuku asked me for his help, I didn't expect to find myself in his room gagging like a fucking cat with a hairball in their throat. "How the fuck did this happen?" I asked, nonplussed. "Well... um...I had a nightmare last night and it ended up being really bad." Izuku laughed nervously, scratching the back of his head. I looked down at my son and raised my eyebrow, "I think really bad is an understatement. What sort of nightmare did you have to cause this mess?" I asked in horror. I can't say I've ever seen a nightmare so bad that someone fucking pukes all over their bed. I think I even saw a tiny spot of red. Izuku got a distant look in his eyes, he clearly didn't want to speak about it. I sighed slightly and looked at the horrific scene before me, "You don't have to tell me right now, but I really want you to tell your therapist tomorrow." I sighed, rolling up my sleeves. Izuku nodded as I left the room to go to the cleaning supply cupboard on the floor. I was going to be scrubbing for a while. 

Parts of this chapter were sickeningly sweet and I cringed reading it back. I'm sure you can tell by my writing, but I'm more into angst than romance.

So, it's time for the Q&A (I don't want to create a separate chapter and break up the flow of the story):

From @ItsFlaff: Are you involved in any other fandoms other than BNHA? If so which ones? Also, what are your otps?

Aside from BNHA, I guess I'm also part of the Haikyuu, Harry Potter, Voltron and Riordan Verse fandoms. I don't have any otps within the BNHA fandom. I have a bunch of ships I like more than others, but I don't think there's one ( or some) I would definitively say I classify as an otp. Some ships I like a bit more than others are: Todobaku, Tododeku, Kamijiro, Momojiro, Kiribaku, Kirimina and Erasermic. I'm quite a fan of Izuocha, but I prefer seeing it canon. It's hard to explain, but most of the things I ship, I wouldn't want to see canon, but Izuocha, Kiribaku and Erasermic are probably an exception to this. Does that make sense?

From @Nuggiebuddy: Will Izuku get therapy, like an actual therapist since everything has happened? Will Izuku go back to self-harm? Will Izuku tell anyone about his nightmares? 

I don't want to spoil the story too much, but yes Izuku will get therapy. As far as I'm planning he will not self-harm since I don't feel the best when writing it. Yes, Izuku will open up to people about his nightmares but at a slow pace.

From @AveryKerr: How are you such a good writer? (IDK if that's a serious question but I'm gonna answer it)

I honestly don't see myself as that good of an author, but quite a few of you seem to think otherwise so... I guess I wrote a lot as child then I stopped and picked it up again. It's mainly just practice. When I was around 12, I wrote a completely original story. It was (I think) around 80 A4 pieces of paper long. My teacher seemed to like it. So I guess my answer to this question is practice.

From @DannyDragon123321: How's it going, especially with 2020 being a whole meme at this point in time? What do you enjoy doing in your free time? Do you have any BNHA books to recommend with no ships?

Honestly, I'm doing quite well considering what a shit show this year has been so far. I'm quite pissed that the coronavirus has messed up my education. I want to get into a good university and I can't do that if I've missed half of Year 10 (9th Grade) because of a virus, other than that, I'm good. In my free time I mostly just read or watch anime. I'm a really big introvert and before this whole ordeal I only ever really went outside to go to school. In terms of books, I would recommend Swan Dive (already mentioned that one though) or Robin's Nest, both by SilvermistAnimeLover. All of their books are really cool, but sometimes they make me sad. So if you like angst I suggest them. 

From @gracefulflame: Do you have any hobbies besides writing? Do you have any fanfic recommendations? What is your favourite fanfic you have ever written? What other fandoms are you in? 

Outside of writing, reading and watching anime, I really don't do much. I'm not a very interesting person. I used to do dance when I was little and I want to get back into it but I'm so out of shape. I really like all of Lyzard_fan_fics fanfiction. Also, I like Star Damage by Cone_of_Depression. If any of you like Percy Jackson and Percabeth, then I suggest The Half-Blood Games by iheartshipper. Although I would only read that one if you're prepared to cry your eyes out. My favourite fanfic that I've written is probably either Occurrence or the second book I'm currently writing, Travel The Distance. The concept in Travel The Distance really appeals to me. Occurrence was my first story to gain traction so it'll always have a special place in my heart. Like I've said, I'm part of Riordan Verse fandom (Percy Jackson, Heroes of Olympus, Trials Of Apollo, Magnus Chase and The Kane Chronicles.), Harry Potter (although I'm not a fan of she who shall not be named. I don't support transphobes), Haikyuu and Voltron. 

From @Noodleoftheeast: What inspired you to start writing?

I'm honestly not sure. I started writing fanfiction (namely Occurrence) cause I was bored and thought 'Why not'. Writing in general, I think I started because I read all these books and I wanted to try. My earliest memory of being recognised for my writing was when I was 6 (I think) and my class was doing some creative writing competition. We all got given the same starting sentence and we had to write a story from it. I wrote my story and I guess it got sent away. It was chosen to be put into a book full of children's short stories. I never actually got a copy of that book.  

From @Hanagirl465: How long have you been writing? Do you have any anime recommendations? 

I've been writing (technically) since I was around 6. I enjoyed doing creative writing in school. On my own and actually trying, I've been writing for 2/3 years. I really love Black Clover. I started and finished watching Mob Psycho 100 recently and it's really good. One of the first animes I watched was Angels of Death and that was amazing. BOFURI: I Don't Want To Get Hurt So I'll Max Out My Defence is quite good. I really liked the fantasy/game element to that. It's quite cutesy in my opinion. Fire Force was astounding, I think I binge-watched that. Given is cool. So is Banna Fish although the ending is really sad and I ended up crying. 

From @borislover1: What are some of your hobbies?

Reading, writing, watching anime, not sleeping and dancing around the house when I hope my mum and sister aren't watching.

From @1-800-StupidRat: What are your favourite animes/ mangas?

I'm really indecisive so I don't think I have a favourite anime, but my top three are probably BNHA, Fire Force and Angles of Death. I really love Balck Clover but I fucking despise Yuno. I don't think you understand how irrationally angry that boy makes me. In terms of manga, I really like the BNHA manga, every week when there's a new chapter, I end up shaking with excitement which is not healthy for me. I've also got some of the Tokyo Ghoul and Naruto Mangas but I still need to complete those collections. They're both really good. I want to buy the Black Clover Manga, but I need to get the money. 

From @NotRubyG: Who are some of your favourite authors on Wattpad?

I have quite a few authors who's stories love to read. SilvermistAnimeLover, Lyzard_fan_fics, Cone_of _Depression and BisexaulCricket. They are all amazing authors.  

From @UnBunLievable: Why did you choose the names Occurrence and Phenomenon for these books?

In all honesty, I don't know. For 'Occurrence' I was just sat there thinking of random words and Occurrence crossed my mind so I just rolled with it. I guess you could say that the entire story started because of an unfortunate occurrence (Inko being killed). For Phenomenon, I looked for synonyms to the word occurrence and found a word which I liked. My path of thinking was pretty simplistic.

Thank you for all of the questions, I enjoyed answering them so much. If I get 400 followers soon, maybe I'll do another one, who knows? Anyway, thank you once again for 300 followers, nearly 10k readers on this book and 200k on Occurrence. I hope you have a wonderful day wherever you are.