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Midoriya Inko was as normal as you could get. She had a passive and useful quirk, a loving husband, and a best friend, who was even pregnant with her. What wasn't normal, however, was her own pregnancy. No matter how often she told herself, and her husband, that everything was okay, it wasn't.
More often than not, she'd wake up and immediately had to run to the bathroom to throw up everything she'd eaten the day prior. “It's just morning sickness.” She said to Hisashi one morning after her worst bout of sickness yet, but deep down she knew it wasn't just morning sickness; there was something wrong.
That fact only became more clear as her pregnancy dragged on. She barely slept at night, tossing and turning until the sun woke; her weird cravings consisted of items no sane person would ever ingest, bird seeds; then there was her ultrasound which, no matter how long the doctors looked, they couldn't get a good view of the baby.
Hisashi grew more and more concerned for his wife as the months dragged on until, finally, the due date came. He'd rushed Inko to the hospital as soon as her water broke and sat dutifully at her side the whole time. He didn't even care when she squeezed his hand so hard he thought it broke because it was over. Their baby was here.
And then, everything became clear: the weird cravings finally made sense. Their baby, their son, had wings.
Midoriya Izuku, as they decided to call him, was an abnormality in their otherwise normal family. No one in Inko's or Hizashi's family had a quirk even remotely related to what Izuku now had. But, no matter how odd it was, Izuku was their son and they wouldn't treat him any differently.
It was hard, at first, to raise a child that could take flight at a moment's notice and Izuku didn't make it any easier for them; he was excitable, and when he got excited, he'd flutter his little wings (that now had brilliant reddish-orange feathers) and would take off. They had to put him on a leash when outside to prevent him from flying away but, after some quirk counseling and training, his surprise flights became less frequent.
Another learning curve was his diet. They couldn't feed him like any other kid because his stomach couldn't digest regular baby food (they had multiple times where Izuku would throw up or fall ill due to this). So the quirk counselor set a meal plan for him that would fit his unique palate; Inko was less than pleased to be told that Izuku would likely need to eat worms in his early months if she and Hisashi couldn't afford the listed items, which they couldn't.
There was a lot of things they couldn't afford for Izuku: tailor made clothes for his wings because apparently wings aren't a common mutation; the diet, of course, specially produced food for babies with bird mutations cost a hefty amount so they made do with mashed up fruits; lessons for flying, wing mutations are uncommon therefore finding an instructor is harder. Overall a lot of hurdles to jump though, but they would do it. Anything for Izuku.
The only thing that wasn't a struggle for the parents was finding friends for Izuku. Inko's friendship with Bakugo Mitsuki provided a friend as she had given birth to a son of her own: Katsuki. Katsuki and Izuku took to each other quickly and immediately became impossible to separate; Inko wasn't complaining, just meant she had more time to be with her best friend and Izuku was happy.
Time had passed in a blur and, before they knew it, Izuku was three years old with his fourth birthday just around the corner. Inko and Hisashi were already planning for said day while Izuku was excitedly fluttering around talking about heroes (something he often did nowadays). Then he brought up something neither of the adults had thought about.
“I can't wait to get my quirk!” He had squealed while brandishing his All Might figurine around. “Me and Kacchan are going to be heroes together!”
When he got his quirk, he said. They knew what his quirk was: his wings. Though they supposed they never told him that directly and they wouldn't be today. They'd let him be happy for now and who knows, maybe he would manifest a quirk.
“What kind of heroes will you and Katsuki be?” Inko said instead, letting the toddler babble about the different types of heroes. This was nice. She wouldn't ruin it.