My mom cried.
Although my mom understands and is familiar with the dangers that come along with being a Pro Hero— it was something that we clashed over a few times while I was being educated at U.A. High —she isn’t as accustomed to her son breaking out other people from jail.
It’s safe to say that that was an entirely new experience for us both.
I’d been unable to inform my mom of what I was going to do beforehand; although she knew that I was worried, to say the least, about Kacchan— although she knew that I was actively seeking ways to prove his innocence and lobby for his release, she never expected me to break him out of prison myself once those efforts proved fruitless.
She was angry. And upset. And worried.
My mom hadn’t known what our plans were— she didn’t know where we were, what we were doing, or what would happen to us if we were captured. It’s understandable that she was overwhelmed, and for that— for everything, Mom, I’m sorry.
And, of course, once it was announced that we’d been taken in custody, she was one of the first to be put in touch with us— and we’ve spoken quite a bit since then. I’ve called her at least twice a day, if not more, since we were placed on house arrest.
Of course, calling my mom isn’t quite the same as seeing her in person.
She’s still— angry with me, understandably. She wishes that I would look out for myself more. That I would learn to protect myself. She says that she hates turning on the news in the evening, almost expecting to find that her son has been hurt again.
But at the same time— she understands why I do what I do.
And she’s happy that I’m okay.
She’s also relieved that Kacchan is fine, as well.
I’m afraid that we may come to a disagreement in the near future once again, though; Mom says that she’s just had a... a really bad feeling about Kacchan and I jumping back into the work so soon— after everything that’s happened these past couple of weeks.
She wants us to take a hiatus from hero work. Temporarily, she says. Until we can properly recuperate. Until things settle down.
But we can’t just sit on the sidelines.
Ground Zero and I are heroes.
And it’s time to prove that once more.
My mom told me that I shouldn’t have caused such a goddamn stir. That I’d caused a bunch of trouble for everyone and that I’d better work extra damn hard to make things right in the future.
And then she told me that I’d better stop dragging my ass after Deku— that I wasn’t to put all my weight on his shoulders.
Told me that it was past damn time to get back out there and show the world what I’m made out of. To show ‘em all what a hero I could be. To show ‘em that hero that I am.
Dad told me that it was good to see me at home again.
He cooked breakfast for us.
