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3rd person
The Midoriya's, a happy family
The mother and father have a great mariage and care for their beautiful son who even dreams about being a hero one day to save lives.
Right?
But thats just on the outside
Once you pull back the curtains and rip off their masks....well yes hisashi still loved his child and would put his life on the line for him. He loved his child like there was no one else who lived on earth and would do everything for him. Infact he would let the world burn for him, let it combust even.
It was the 'mother', inko Midoriya even before izuku was born she always wanted a son, a son and only a son, so when he was born inko was overjoyed, she made sure to only dress him in 'boy colors' even if he would throw a fit, and it got worse when she would start punishing him for 'wrong things' such as; being to weak(crying), being a fag(showing the slightest bit of femininity), or being obnoxious(asking for basic human needs)
The punishments where never visual unless you were really trying to find something, they where mostly just getting grabbed a little too hard when getting picked up from pre-school, getting locked in a dark room or closet, not enough packing lunch for him or really just ignoring him.
Of course hisashi never knew about any of this otherwise he would have done something after all their marriage was a little rocky as one could say; their hushed arguments when Izuku wasn't there or their silent glares or the fact that they slept in different rooms.
Their family was like-...a play, they all had roles; a mother who stayed home being a good little housewife and taking care of her child, a son who was a straight A student and dreamt of going to yuuei, prestigious high school for only the best hero's, and a father who works hard as the leader of largely known hero support team and loves his wife and child dearly. But once they've all gotten their round of applause and their credit, they take of their costumes, their masks and get to indulge in their sins.
Really, you can't hide, not from your past and not from your deeds; someone will always notice. Just like how Midoriya Inko can't hide from the disgust and regret in her eyes when she looks at he son, nor the flash of fear on her face when someone knocks on the door just a little too loudly and a little too formally. How exhausted Hisashi looks after working a suspiciously long amount of hours, nor how he always smells of cigarette's or how his face droops into a frown when he stares too long at the front page of a magazine cover. Or how the glint leaves Izuku's eyes when he see's his father's still working and he's alone with his mother, nor how he flinches at something too loud or sudden.
But what you can do is ignore it, you can choose to ignore all of that and look towards Inko's social media; posting about how perfect and aesthetic her life is, or all of the headlines hisashi's work company has made their way into, or even at Izuku's top of the class grades and his...'unique imagination'.
its not about how you see it. Its about how you want to see it--or somthing like that, however this fucked up society goes.