Izuku has..been thinkin alot about everything;not like he doesn’t have time to think now that the war is over. But he has been thinking about one particular thing: his father.

His momma says that everytime she looks at him she is,everytime reminded of her so called husband;his dad.

To his legs and shouders,to his chest and expressions. He can’t help but think if he really does,he doesn’t know where he is,and..he’s not curious;not really;he’s at peace;at ease now that everything is over. He really doesn’t want to overthink now that everything is okay again.

He get’s up,late at night in the hospital room,it can get loney fast,he has been wakin up alot recently,staring into the bathroom mirror,

Scars that show out through his whole life and story’ His messy hair’ His crooked teeth and missing freckles that kacchan was the only one to notice- Would his dad notice? Would his dad..be there?

He can’t blame his mother,she’s amazing but..is he really that amazing guy? Like his mom is?

”do I look like him?”

He’s..confuse,to say the least.