POV Izuku Midoriya

I tapped my feet nervously as I stared at them, waiting for my mom to finally get in. I was so nervous. For what the teachers might say. Maybe I did something wrong? I would hate myself for that. I did my best! What would I have done wrong?

"Izuku?".

My mom. I looked up, awakening from my dream of thoughts and smiled a little. It was a crooked smile though. That must have been because I was so nervous.

"Are you okay? You look so stressed out!", my mom mentioned.

I wasn't even aware of it myself, until she mentioned it.

"Y-yeah! I'm..okay!", I stuttered.

Yeah...that wasn't very convincing. My mom sat down behind the wheel, sweating. She was just as nervous as me and that made me smile a little. I know that sounds a little mean, but it just showed me how much she cared about me. Again.

"Do you have any idea why they asked us to meet the teachers?", she asked me while she started the car.

I bit my lip and frowned to that question.

"I...don't. I can't really think of a reason", I said, making up the words as I said them.

My mom sighed, not saying anything more, and she started driving. She didn't look any calmer than before, and I didn't either. At least, I didn't exactly feel calmer.

The way to U.A. high, the school for possible future heroes, was usually a calm and exciting trip. But now, it was neither of those. Why couldn't they just tell me what it was for, instead of making me feel so nervous!

When my mom parked the car and turned off the engine, she sat there for a while, staring at the wheel. She hadn't said anything on the road, and neither did I. But still, she seemed to feel weird. Scared even. I swallowed and put my hand on her hand.

"It's going to be okay mom", I said,  smiling wide. And after a second, she smiled back at me.

She even laughed a little.

"Oh Izuku... you look more like All might every day", she exclaimed happily.

As a reaction to that, I hid my face.

"Ehehe now I wouldn't put it like that..I mean it's just that I look up to him and you know that already so I think I might be copying him a little because of that?", I tried, flattered by my mom's words.

She smiled at me and nodded.

"Let's go now shall we?", she said, her voice sounding like she was shaking.

I started looking a bit worried, but I got out of the car anyway, immediately looking up to the big enterance of U.A. And then, I looked aside to my mom, who was looking at the building as well.

She closed the car door and locked it, and she just kept standing there, not putting another step forward. And then I was sure I saw a tear rolling down her cheek. Just one, but it definitely was a tear.

And that only made me more afraid of what the teachers wanted to talk to us about. And it made me wonder if my mom knew more about it than she showed.

Whatever it was, it seemed like something serious. Something very serious.