A little piece of my oc meeting Izuku for the first time.
"What the fuck?" Her body jerks to a stop, eyes narrowing. "Gods in the sky, you're a child."
Izuku startles a little, blinking at the woman he was so certain was a villain. Slowly, her face morphs from annoyed to a genuine concern. She looks worried for him.
"Are you alright?" She steps closer, heedless of how he stiffens in response, prepared for her to attack when his guard is down. Instead, his face is taken between two soft, chilled hands, his head tilted back and forth as she inspects for damage.
"Wh-wha-"
Her hands move from his face to his shoulders, stepping back once to scan the rest of his body, eyes pausing briefly at every bruise or singed piece of fabric. The longer she looks, the more lines seem to appear on her face as her concern grows.
Then, slowly, anger fills her face as she finally realizes just what's going on, her grip on her shoulders near bruising, nails digging through his hero costume like flimsy paper.
"You shouldn't be in a place like this," She says, voice tight. "Who let you do this?"
"I-"
"Who let you come out here and get hurt?!"
Izuku jumps, goosebumps covering his flesh at the anger and protectiveness in her voice. She must notice how his eyes widen, how he shrinks back the slightest bit, and her grip loosens, the concern washing back over her face.
"Oh, no, I'm not upset with you," She coos at him, much softer now. Her hands smooth over his shoulders, rubbing away the stinging pain from how tightly she'd held him.
She looks like his mom, he thinks. Despite the fact that she's clearly younger, the way her lips are turned downward, eyebrows pinched together, voice and touch much more gentle than before, all of it feels so painfully motherly. It felt like when he visited home. All that was missing was the teary hug and the pleas to be safer. Though, something tells him if he asked for it, she'd pull him in and pet his hair and tell him that everything was alright. It has his throat closing up, his heart clenching hard in his chest. Great, now he wanted to cry.
"How badly are you hurt?" She asks.
"I'm okay," He mumbles. It was an odd feeling, having a villain parent him like this.
"Good. Come with me, I'll take care of you."
He's not sure if it's her quirk, if he's curious, or if he's just that desperate for respite, but he follows her when she ushers him along. A part of him knows this is probably a really bad idea, that just moments ago he'd been fighting her as a hero. She could easily take advantage of his dropped guard and attack again. But, even still, he wanted to believe that she was being genuine. That the moment she'd realized he was student, she'd stopped because she truly was worried for him, and wanted to make sure he was alright.
It was confusing, his mind was a mess and the others were definitely going to yell at him later, but he still goes.