You were waiting for your mom to get home from hero patrol, excited to show her one of your new pieces of art you created at school today. You sat on the couch next to your dad, Izuku, watching show tv show you picked when suddenly the door opened. His arm was slung over the back of the couch next to your head.

It was your mom, Ochaco! She let out a groan, kicking her hero costume’s pink boots off near the front door. She walking quietly towards the kitchen, placing the takeout food-she got for the three of you-on the counter carefully, before collapsing onto the island in the middle of the kitchen.

Izuku turned his head around, smiling at your mom, “Hi, honey. How was patrol?”

She picked her face up out of her crossed arms on top of the cold counter, a tired smile on her face when she looked back at the two of you. She was so blessed.

“Perfect as always..” She responded, slightly sarcastic.