Izuku's POV:

I can't believe the LOV found me AHHH!

That was one hell of a ride!

Why did they had to find me there and then!

I had such a great conversation with the Dandelion. 

Pfff... honestly did this Pomeranian really thought that I wouldn't recognize him with a mask on?

He didn't even had a voice changer on.

At least I wear one. 

Still hate mine. It makes me sound soo old!

No wonder he called me hero and not vigilante!

If he knew how old I am, he would for sure call me something else!

Me: *Sigh*

It was thanks to yesterday that a wound I got 2 days ago opened up again. In fact it was one that I got from Toga, one of these crazy LOV psychopaths. For some reason they were after me. Something about perfect soldier and perfect nomu. Whatever that was supposed to mean. 

As I started to walk away, I could tell that the Dandelion was staring at my back, still I didn't care. It was one glance at my phone that told me what today was and I had to got to the hospital to pay up my moms bill. 

Besides that I also had to get my wound treated somewhere... that somewhere meant me, myself and my stupid ass in that one abandoned building I knew after getting something to do the job done.

I hope my mom is fine.

The moment I thought that, I jinxed myself because I got a notification telling me to hurry to the hospital because of a mental breakdown she was having again.

Me: *even bigger sigh*

I at least hope this Dandelion, isn't running after me.

At least I do everything write with my costume.

I put a lot of care in my costume. It was green and had some spider web pattern as well as a hood that would cover up my hair, which I always would paint black before I would go out. On top of that I would conceal my freckles and then wear a mask. Everything besides my eye color would be changed. It was a precaution I made from a couple of years of experience. I was doing this for 5 years now after all.

Still the LOV was up to my ass for the last 3 years. Ever since I crossed my path with them it was a constant chase between me and them. 

I wonder if I will find him again when I get to patrol later...

Despite the wound I had, I was sure to go out again. It was something I was set on and ignored anything else. This was how I ignored the pain and got to my mom's hospital only to get in moments later.

Of course I knew my way around here. It wasn't the first time I would come and go. They even made a special exception for me to be able to visit her whenever I feel like it. 

Me: Mom?

Carefully as not to scare her, I knocked at the door. She was laying in the bed since she couldn't feel her legs but that never meant that she lost her spirit. However thanks to the heavy injury she got, she also sustained some brain injuries which made her unstable.

Me: Mom? You there?

No response.

Me: *sigh*

While I was standing in front of her room, a nurse quickly hurried out. She was drenched completely from top to bottom and looked pretty scared. 

Nurse: She's insane.

Me: Is something wrong?

Nurse: She freaking threw the vase with roses at me.

Me: I am so sorry for this.

Before I could think about anything, I was already apologizing to her and letting her go before I went there inside my own.

Me: Mom, you there? It's me Izu, your bunny.

Mom: Izu?

Me: Mh! I am your bunny mundy.

Mom: Oh my poor baby! Where were you?

Me: I was at school, mom.

Mom: What school? You are to be with me. Remember you promised to be with me forever and ever till death takes us apart.

Death... wait... is she thinking about dad?

Me: Mom, It's me your son.

Mom: What son, bunny. 

Me: Mom, who am I?

Mom: Oh Toshi. You are my only love. Who do you think you are?

Me: *sigh*

Not again...

She stuck in her own fantasy...

There is only one thing to do.

Me: I am sorry honey! I had to get out for a mission.

Mom: Mh! I understand that but don't leave me alone for so long.

Me: I am sorry. I'll visit you more often.

Mom: Mh!

We then talked about some stuff that I remembered her telling me and let her lead the conversation till she got to tired and went to sleep. It wasn't the first time that she would look at me and see my father. It was also surely not the last time and I already learned to deal with it. Still... it hurt seeing her be like this and not remember me or our time together. We were happy after all.