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The other woman. (part 3)

Previously: {part one}, {part two}

Next: part four - Izuku’s end

So, this is the third part and uhm, it’s basically how the reader gives birth to her child (only vaguely) with shinsou slowly falling for the reader, before singing at that concert where Izuku sees her for the last time, then a time lap, and Izuku meets his teenage kid in the future, but only after you reluctangly and hestitantly agreed to let your child meet their father.

Your name is Yena. I make the rules in this story.

Warnings: Angst, You hate Izuku, Izuku is depressed, he meets his child after sixteen years, and uhm, yeah-

And my biggest warning:

LONG. ASS. CHAPTER.

Read.

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{...Last time : }

“You-you’re pregnant?!”, he yelled, eyeing you with owlish eyes. You winced from his loud voice and shushed him.

“I fucked him a few months ago and now I’ve got the baby. Now drive me away from this shitty place. Please.“

After some while, you felt Shinsou trying to say something and you sighed before urging him to tell you what’s been on his mind as he drove you into your new house-but...could you even call it a house?

It was...so much more than that. (I’ll explain it later.)

“Well, i think that after you two had sex did he stop meeting that other woman. what was her name again? Uraa- Uraka-“

“Uraraka Ochaco. And you’re the person who’s fitting perfectly in my case. Please, Shinsou, for the love of god. Register yourself and tell your underground-hero friends to do the same or my job will only consist of tracking down my own collegues. You guys are taking that whole “underground-hero” thing way too seriously.“

“A-ah..shit, sorry.“

...

Another day.

Another day, without you. Without finding you. looking for you. investigaing where you might’ve headed of to. But...

Nothing.

There wasn’t a single trace of you, wherever Izuku looked. He grabbed countless women by the shoulders because they had your silhouette or hair or a similar voice to you. But he was met with angry snarls and a loud: “Piss off, cheater!”

And, well, Deku hadn’t cleaned up in weeks, not even showered and he was sure to get an infection on the uncleaned parts of his body. But not that he cared anyway.

The house was a mess and so was he; stinking, messy, and a big chaos inside.

Still, he kept searching for you, posting flyers, screaming your name everyday until he was hoarse, and even giving up on hero work.

That one thing that was one his dream - which he had already reached - now lightyears away and out of his mind, where his brain had only one function.

Finding you. and apologizing.

He should’ve known not to mess with you, actually. He’d known you pretty long, and he knew that you’d do this.

You even warned him.

...

“Say, Izuku, would you like to know what I’d do if you cheated on me?“, you asked the freckled man next to you, arms length from each other on a relaxing weekend day.

The man whom you were freshly married to quirked a brow at you, an offended expression on his forehead. He lifted a finger. “First off; I’ll never cheat on you. Second, tell me, so I’ll prove to you that it’ll never happen, sweetheart.“

You only smiled bittersweetly at him before you took a deep breath. “Well, first, I’d make you make me pregnant. Then, I’d act like you failed to give me a baby and avoid your touch.

But then, after some time, I’ll make you reeeeeaaaaallll drunk, with some self-made dinner. Then, I’d hold some divorce paper right in front of your face. Of course, your mind would be too far gone to even comprehend what the hell would be in front of you, so you’d sign it without thinking.

And then...I’d dissappear with nothing but returning some rings, and a goodbye-letter.”

Izuku stared at you for a moment before chuckling. “Is that...i-is that really how you think of me?”, he asked, choking the paper cup in his hand, too lazy to drink from a glass. He’d have only cut his hand.

You only shrugged your shoulders. “I’m just telling you. Everyone can cheat. But, the ones who choose not to and tell you what is bugging them about you or if they find somebidy they think is more fitting to them...I think that that’s better than cheating.”

“You’re right. And again, I promise that I’ll never cheat. Okay?“, he understood your actual threat as a joke and went on about his rants to a new pro hero.

“Yeah yeah.“

We’ll see about that.

...

Now, he understood. ‘make me pregnant.’, so, you wanted him to give you a baby. And he did, right?

‘you failed to give me a baby and avoid your touch.’, you did that too.

Then, you invited him, asking him to try it again. But he never came to do that because ‘ I’ll make you reeeeeaaaaallll drunk,’, And he couldn’t read the letter because it was a divorce paper. He choked back a sob.

His phone rang and he still had the pathetic hope of you calling him. Still, to his dismay, it was just Bakugo. “Oi, the fuck are you going?! Go home!”

“My home is...gone, Kacchan...“, Izuku croaked out before wailing on the ground. It was getting dark and he was only a few feet from his house away.

Katsuki, on the other end, pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance before running from his spot behind a lamp post to bring the cheater into his house. It was Katsuki’s turn to look after Izuku this time.

...

Another day.

Another slay.

That was your motto.

Now, as Japan’s number one model and singer, even though you have just given birth to your beautiful son Isamu, a few months after you’ve divorced with Izuku.

Even though you had stretchmarks, you were considered beautiful. You became a role model and gave every pregnant woman, a woman about to give birth, or mothers and women, no matter if young or old, the motivation, to do their absolute best and not to be dependent towards their husband, to which they had to pray on not getting divorced either.

Your parting with Izuku and divorcing him has made such a big movement that there has even been a holiday named after you. It was the birthday of your son. and whenever the day would arrive, you’d celebrate his birthday, and the world would celebrate your healing and strong soul and also listening to your music.

You have made so much money that you bought many enormous abandoned buildings, ruined them, and built shelters, schools, homes, orphanages, libraries and whatnot out of those buildings, with giving all the people who were earning not enough money the chance to bring healthy food to their families.

The same was with villains. You had found every single one of them with Shinsou and gave them the opportunity to make a better version of themselves. And though hesitantly, they agreed. Now, they were happy workers at various of your companies and were happier and had much less worries than before.

Even the tough or dangerous villains avoided you. Because they respected you. A woman, dependent of her husband, the number on hero, to say the least, still studying, finding out he cheated on her, breaking down, getting pregnant, divorcing him, releasing personal information, vulnerablitiy, and then becoming a role model for other women and small girls?

To think of divorcing the number one hero? Starting again from the bottom, creating art from scratch? Becoming an independent woman?

the villains, bad guys and vigilantes were looking up to you. Because of you, there had been a year nearly completely without murder, stealing, quirk usage in form of attacking the weaker person. Because of you, Japan could breathe again. Because of you, villains and heroes had stopped fighting each other for a long period of time.

All because of you. You, who got cheated on. You, whom Izuku promised that he’d never cheat on you. But he did.

You, who was so, so heartbroken when you found out, but you didn’t let it show on your face. you never showed any kind of fear or weakness in your entire presence, whenever you stepped into the public eye.

Instead, you became the woman that everybody adored and felt like protecting. Because you were pregnant when you flew out of college, you were pregnant when your parents yelled at you for divorcing the number one hero, that it was a stupid decision to not stay with a rich man, even if he cheated on you a number of times.

You were pregnant when you visited Inko Midoriya, to say goodbye to her after you told her everything. You, who had to stay strong yourself and not break down in front of the mother of your cheating husband. You, who was pregnant when she sobbed and apologized and begged for forgiveness over and over again. you, who was pregnant when she asked you if she’d ever see you again, or ever get to see the baby.

You, who was pregnant when you answered that, “Yes, you can come visit me. But don’t tell Izuku that I was here. And don’t show him this adress.”, giving her your living location.

And you, who was no more pregnant when stepping out of the labour with shaking legs, before Shinsou carried you to his car, securing your son onto the baby seat and driving off to your house.

It was a mansion, as big as a village, with many servants and housekeepers. Many people lived with you, but it was alright. Your son would get a good childhood here, that much you were sure off.

And speaking of Shinsou. you and him got very close, but none of you felt like falling in love any time soon. you also only thought of him as a brother or a good friend, Shinsou did so too.

Or so you thought. you always missed the way he looked at you fondly, looking after Isamu when you were passed out on the couch and smiled.

If only he was your husband.

...

Now, everybody was waiting for you to make an appearance on stage, your one-year-old son at home with Shoji (another close friend of yours).

You were not nervous. you knew who this song was to. you knew Izuku would be somewhere in the crowd, watching you with tears in his eyes. But he wouldn’t be able to get past the thousands of fans of yours to get to you and apologize.

You breathed in and out. the curtains in front of you opened and loud cheering roared to you, as you watched all the people who came to see you.

To hear you.

You sowly lifted your hand and formed it into a fist. by the time your fist was closed, everything got quiet.

“Hello, my dears-except for one.”, you greeted. You heard laughter and boo’s, along with clapping with cheering. You took a deep breath.

“I guess you already know me from the countless interviews...and my songs...and my photos.“

The fans clapped again.

“But, I wanted to get this one thing out of my chest. This one person, whom I couldn’t have done this all. Give it up, to your former number one hero; DEKU!!“, you screamed, and the whole stadium went nuts, except one person. Deku.

He only watched you. After so many weeks, you were happy. You glowed like a diamond under the stage light as the spotlight was focused solely on you and how good you looked in that dress.

He was such a shithead for cheating on you. Loosing you. And his child.

But, he was happy. Happy that he could at least find out that you called your son Isamu, and that Isamu was born a healthy child. Happy to see you again. Happy to see you smile, even if he’d never get to see it again. Even if the possibilities of seeing you could be erased completely out of his head. But still, he was still glad he came. He washed himself, shaved, and looked like a decent man for once.

Now, in a suit that covered his fat belly, which he was ashamed of having from not working out for a long period of time, but he couldn’t hide his chubby cheeks. Not that he cared enough. I mean, he did care, but he didn’t when you wouldn’t see him.

“Now, this is a completely different song, but I guess you already know the title. Some of my...special fans, have already found out about it. Aaaannnnd they also posted it, so I couldn’t make it a surprise. But...Um...I think the title is-“

“FUCK OUT OF MY LIFE, YOU MOTHERFUCKIN’ CHEATER!!!!“, the crowd roared, and you laughed.

If Izuku was feeling nauseous from getting glares from getting inside the concert, he was surely terrified now. There were thousands of women around him, who were all screaming the same thing. and he was the target audience.

He wanted to dissappear. These people could come at him all they wanted, but he’d do anything to get to at least see you again. and he did. When Izuku saw a letter, with your name on it in one of his many emails one day, he opened it all too eagerly. But then it dawned to him that it was just another one of your steps. Although you didn’t tell him, he began to understand you now-

he...only began to understand you...now?

He was together with you for the longest time! How could he not know you?!

“That’s right my dear people. Now-“

The band started playing, and you started with your song.

“Oh, hi, handsome~

Aren’t you a little too hard to get some?“

Even though you were singing in a jazz voice, smooth and calm, you were making fun of Deku, but he deserved it, after all. The people laughed.

“Oh hi, sweetheart,

why did~ you-break-my-heart~?“

The crowd ‘aww’ed.

“Oh~ my dear...

I fear~ that here~ and now~,

Our fates are going down....“

you voice went down by the last word and the audience was silent, and it kept on for the rest of the less-than-five-minutes song.

“...You shouuuuulllld,

Yeah, you should~

Fuck out of my, life~

you motherfuckin’ cheater~!

Get back with her,

cause you always meet her!“

As the song ended, you looked Izuku dead in the eyes.

“Fuck out of my life, you motherfuckin’ cheater.”, you said monotonely and the crowd screamed.

Izuku didn’t see you in person since then. His life...fell apart. Uraraka knocked on his door many times, but then she gave up and went away with some Shindo guy.

And as the years went by, you got prizes for making such a big movement with your divorce that you got promoted as the woman of the year.

He always followed your streams, live’s, posts, blogs and whatever stuff you did. He looked at you through a screen with tired eyes, but still, a smile on his face. A smile that didn’t reach his eyes. Until the utility got cut through and he couldn’t afford the prices. Somehow. (-> All Might+Pro hero merch, But most of it your merch)

...

You couldn’t believe that sixteen years have passed ever since. Now, you were in your mid-thirties, and chatting away with your son, who had your eyes and his father’s unruly, curly dark green hair and freckles. He also had your skin colour and the nose was also more like yours.

He didn’t attend the hero course. There were still villains out there and crimes and other bad stuff, but since that incident before Isamu’s birth, you were glad that your son didn’t make the same decision like his father.

But, all good things had to come to an end, didn’t they?

“I want to meet my father, Ma.“, Isamu pouted, his eyes, the same as yours, but much lighter, looking for attention on that sensitive topic.

You took a deep breath. “Listen, Isa, I just-”

“Ma, I will take out my USB-stick for drastic measures like these and give you a five-hour long powerpoint presentation on why you should let me meet dad.“

You were a little scared on how much Isamu resembled Izuku in terms of character and personality, but oh well, like father, like son, right?

“Don’t call him that. No ‘father’, no ‘dad’, no...male parental noun in this household. Got it?“

“Yes, but-“

“I know that I promised you over and over again and there was always something coming in between those plans sweetie, Mommy knows that,“, you gently took his hands into yours.

“BUT, I cannot promise to be at my best behaviour when we get there.“

Isamu looked at you with a confused expression. You sighed. “Isamu...there’s a lot of reasons why I’m never talking about...him. In front of you or in your hearing area. I’ll explain everything as we get to his house. Okay?”, you asked, putting a multitude of cleaning supplies, paint, cleaning brushes, gloves, dishes and other stuff with you that could fit into your new bought car, to which your son was even more confused.

Then he began to panic. “W-w-wait, should I, like, change clothes? Take something with me? Or...?”

“No. Just...take your phone and keys. I might...stay over at his place.“, you only answered, a dark look on your face. He didn’t want to ask anymore questions when you to climbed into the car and drove off.

...

Shinsou knew about you going over to...Midoriya’s place, and he didn’t like the feeling in his gut at all.

Were you going to forgive Izuku for what he did? No, Shinsou knew you.

You were doing it all for the sake of Isamu, your son. But still, Shinsou had a very bad feeling about this.

...

“This...is where you lived? With him?”, Isamu asked in deibelief upon seeing that rotten house in front of him.

Meanwhile, you were beaming with happiness. “Time to say hello, don’t you think?” You scrutinised the...place, in front of you. Bushes, plants and animals have made themselves a home in Izuku’s front yard.

The terrace was covered in spiders’ webs and many washbears lived in the corners which were hidden behind big trashbags, in which the washbears have cut holes to find food. And they found plenty.

The windows were dusty and dirty and the curtains were drawn. No need to peek in. Isamu took a few items from the stuff you packed and you put them into a backpack. Then, you brought another backpack from the backseat and put the rest of your supplies into your other bag.

You sighed before looking over to your son, who looked still unsure about all of this. You couldn’t stand seeing your only reason to be alive and happy like this, and you gave him a small hug. “We can go home if you want to.”, you murmured, combing through the younger boy’s hair.

He hugged you back, but, “I’d like to meet the jerk who broke my mother by cheating on her when he promised that she’d be the only woman he’d have eyes for. I’m sorry for grandma Inko though.”

You were sorry too. But only a little bit. “Well, let’s go then. I bet he’s still in there.”

With a few knocks came no response. Even when you did it a good number of times and even used the nerdy all might bell that screamed “I AM HERE!”, no answer.

Only a weak and pathetic “...Leave me alone...” coming from inside.

You groaned. “YO DEKU, MOVE YOUR CHEATING ASS OVER HERE! I’M HERE WITH MY SON, NOW OPEN THE FUCK UP!!!”, you yelled angrily, making your son flinch.

He had only ever heard you this loud when he got bullied and the bully’s parents didnt want to apologize. You made them beg and cry on their knees for forgiveness in five minutes.

Suddenly, it seemed like there were plenty of people inside that small maison, because in the next seconds, you heard crashing, groaning, hissing, something breaking again, and panting.

And to your horror- but absolute ego boost- a panting, overweight, fat, months long beard having, not once having showered in a long time Izuku.

He was still wearing his All Might merch. After all these years. His hair was a mess, he reeked of alocohol and fast food, and dirt and grime. He had morningbreath and his eyes looked like they could use a good hundred years of sleep.

Isamu felt like crying, that much was he disgusted by his own father. “This is the guy...who you...and he is...my...What?!”, Isamu asked shocked, eyeing his ugly dad.

“...Y-Yena?...Is...is that really you?“, he asked slowly, not believing his eyes. Then he fell unconsious. You only sighed again. “Isamu, please be so kind and call the ambulance.“

...

“It must have been a grat shock for him to meet his...um...ex, after so many years again. But it could also be from the alcohol or lack of sleep, or the unbalanced amount and type of food he consumed.”, a nurse said, blushing in your presence, and looking to the side.

Another nurse comlimented you over and over again. But you liked it. You still asked yourself if they’d talk to you like that if you weren’t famous though. Probably not.

Isamu held your arm, being surrounded by a bunch of people was never good for him. The nurses cooed over him a few minutes ago but with your intimidating glare they quickly stopped and acted on their job.

“When will he be ready to leave?“, you asked, eyeing the man sleeping on the bed. It didn’t make you feel any better when that familiar scenery reminded you of the countless times he’d had to be brought to the hospital.

“He will wake up in a few minutes. Just give him some time. And um...“, the first nurse started...looking up shyly at you. “c-could you, uh, sign...your autograph?“, they said, giving you a picture of you posing with your Isamu in your belly, smiling at the camerawoman. “Sure.“, you smiled, taking a marker and writing your name on the glass covering the photo cautiously.

Then, Izuku stirred awake, confused by the change of location.

Taglist: @smikys-stuff, @ayanies

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GUYS, I promise that I WON’T STOP MID STORY again.

I promise, okay?

What should I write next? I mean, I already know what I’ll be doing, but I want to read what you guys would like to say about it!

Until the next chapter!

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