“I apologize for interrupting your conversation Mr. “Well, since he is taking yourlast name with me, he might as well have my kanji to make up for it.”īefore his wife could respond, the doctor once more made a reappearance. Hisashi could only laugh at her statement, sitting more fully down on the side of her bed as he brushed a finger against the top of little Izuku’s head. “I told you from the beginning dear, I can hold a grudge.”
Inko huffed a smile, looking down at her adorable green sprout as she kissed the top of his head. That is most ideal.” He replied sarcastically, though there were no venom in his words, merely light acceptance and slight amusement. “Great, now I only need to utter my own son’s name to be reminded of my past mistakes. Hisashi breathed in with a hiss, eyes narrowing playfully as he huffed. “Izuku.” She said, her eyes becoming slightly mischievous in nature. Then, a light seemed to shine inside her eyes. She paused for a moment, thinking and thinking with a small frown pinching her brow. “What should we name him?” Hisashi asked, completely breaking Inko from her inner thoughts. Trust Hisashi to be gentle, even with his own large stature and brawny features, the man still had the gentleness of a buttlerfly’s wings. Inko smiled with such love and adoration, it simply exuded from her. Her husband seemed to be having a similar thought process, for when he came closer, he so very gently touched their son’s small fisted hands with his own much larger, callused fingers in a featherlike touch, almost as if the small miracle in her arms was made of glass.
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He was certainly smaller than most infants, yet that was to be expected, her son didn’t seem to want to wait in greeting them, coming to them two full months earlier. Her boy was so very small, she was almost afraid of squishing him by accident in her light embrace. “Come Hisashi, take a closer look at our beautiful boy.” Inko murmured, eyes glazed from slight pain and exhaustion, but still shined with happiness and endearment as she gazed down at the small baby in her arms. Yet at the sight of the baby boy, with green hair almost identical to his mother, with only the added shades of black here and there that had resemblance to his own dark ebony hair, and form so small and pink and fragile, so so very fragile, as fragile as the arms wrapped around him and the body he was pressed against, Hisashi knew that he would dote on this boy just as much as the girl of his dreams. A cute little thing that looked everything like her mother, a baby girl that he would dote on alongside Inko and make into the little princess of the palace that they had built together. He could not lie, he had secretly been hoping for a girl. Her husband, once fidgety and filled with tremors at the sight of his wife in so much pain, pain that he had in a way caused her but that had resulted in such a small beautiful miracle, couldn’t help but smile at the sight of the baby, no, of his son, abruptly becoming quiet once he was in his mother’s embrace. His mother, sweaty and tired and barely awake but glowing, had accepted him into her arms readily, thankful for the chance to hold her son so quickly as she rested his small head against her breast. When Izuku was born, he screamed and screamed and continued screaming until the nurses had no other choice but to give him to his mother quickly, blood still soaking him, or else they were scared of any problems that might arise from the continued stress.
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