deku pov
The anticipation bubbled inside me as I finished breakfast, the delicious flavors of pancakes, sausage, and eggs mixing with my nerves. I couldn't believe it—today was the day I would finally meet my father. I wanted to savor the moment, but my thoughts raced ahead, conjuring countless questions: Would he be like me? Would he understand my quirk Would he even want to meet me? After breakfast, I tried to focus on training. Katchan usually expected me to be sharp and ready, and I didn't want to let him down, especially on a day filled with so much possibility. As I headed over to our usual training spot, the looming excitement caused my heart to race, making it hard to concentrate. The sun blazed down, and the heat seemed to amplify my anxious thoughts. "Kacchan!" I called, spotting him warming up. He looked up, a typical scowl on his face. "About time, Deku! Are you ready to train, or are you just going to stand there daydreaming?" he growled, though I could tell there was a hint of concern beneath his brusque exterior. "I'm ready!" I replied, trying to summon some confidence. We jumped into our routine, doing drills and exercises that pushed my limits. But in the back of my mind, I was constantly thinking about the meeting with my father. I couldn't shake the images of a man in vibrant purple and the hollow gaze of an absent presence. Hours later, as the sun sank lower in the sky, signaling the end of our training session, Katchan noticed my distracted demeanor. "You've been off all day. What's going on in that head of yours?" I hesitated but decided to share my feelings. "I'm meeting my dad after training. I've never met him before, and I'm just... I'm nervous." Katchan's expression softened slightly, a rare flicker of empathy breaking through. "Don't be an idiot. Just be yourself. If he's anything like you, he'll be worth meeting. And if he's not, who cares? Just focus on giving it your all. You got this." I nodded, his words a small comfort amid my swirling emotions. As we finished our last drill, the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was to come. When we finally wrapped up our training, I rushed home, my heart pounding in my chest. I felt the excitement transform into a knot of anxiety as I entered the house. Mom was waiting for me, a soft smile on her face, which only made my heart race faster. "Are you ready, Izuku?" she asked, her eyes filled with warmth and encouragement. "As ready as I'll ever be," I replied, swallowing the lump in my throat. "Remember, this is an important moment for both of you. Just keep an open mind," she said, guiding me to the living room. I stood with my heart in my throat as I waited for the doorbell to ring. Every tick of the clock felt like an eternity. Finally, the doorbell chimed, and my stomach dropped. Mom exchanged a knowing glance with me before opening the door. There he was. A tall man dressed in a vibrant purple suit, a smile that somehow felt both familiar and foreign. My chest tightened as my eyes locked onto his. For a moment, it felt like time stood still. "Izuku," he said, his voice deep yet warm. "I've been waiting a long time to meet you." As I stepped forward, the questions bubbled to the surface. Did he know anything about my life? Did he care? But before I could utter a word, a petite figure stepped beside him—a woman with striking orange hair, and beside her was a young boy with bright a blue eye and a purple one "Hi, Izuku! I'm Clara, and this is Michael," she said cheerfully, nudging the boy forward. He gave me a shy wave, and my heart melted. "Hi," he murmured, a hint of a smile gracing his lips. Mom exchanged a look with my father, and I could sense an unspoken understanding between them. As they began to talk, I felt myself easing into the moment—at least until a loud crash echoed from the kitchen. "What was that?!" I exclaimed, snapping my head toward the source of the commotion. a couple of pans fell and I see a glitched rabbit claws on the ground like it had just been cought doing something naughty it had a weird purple glowing outline and I wondered "am I the only one who sees him?
willaims pov -a few hours before the meet
I quickly slipped into my purple suit, the fabric feeling familiar and comfortable against my skin. As I adjusted my collar in the mirror, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and anxiety coursing through me. Today was about more than just lunch; it was about me finally stepping into the role I had avoided for far too long. I could already picture Izuku's face when he saw me—how he might react to the father he had never known. Moments later, I headed into the kitchen, where Clara was already making pancakes. The smell of sizzling sausage filled the air, and I couldn't help but smile. "Hey, you didn't burn anything yet, right?" I teased, leaning against the doorway. Clara shot me an amused glance. "Not yet. Maybe I'll save that for dinner," she replied playfully. After a quick breakfast together, I took a moment to watch Michael. He was quiet, lost in thought with his blue and purple eyes focused on the floor. I knelt beside him, resting a hand on his shoulder. "You excited to meet your brother?" I asked, hoping to spark a little enthusiasm. He looked up at me, a shy smile creeping onto his face. "I hope he's nice," he murmured. "He will be," I assured him, ruffling his hair. "Just like you. Just be yourself, okay?" Elizabeth was at the babysitter's house for the day, which allowed us some time to focus on this meeting without the usual chaos of a toddler around. I felt a twinge of guilt for not bringing her along, but I knew it would be overwhelming for her. We needed to take this one step at a time. As I prepared for the big meeting, thoughts of my past flickered through my mind. I had missed so much of Izuku's life—birthdays, milestones, all those moments that shaped him. Guilt washed over me, but I pushed those thoughts aside. Today was not about regrets; it was about making things right. After breakfast, I helped Clara get the dishes organized. "This is it, Will," she said softly, her eyes sparkling with support. "You've got this." "Yeah, I do," I replied, though my voice wavered slightly. As we waited, I noticed the clock ticking down the minutes until we were supposed to meet Izuku. Each second felt heavier. Finally, the time arrived. The anticipation gripped me as I headed to the door, glancing back at Clara and Michael, who stood with hopeful expressions. This was a pivotal moment for our family, and I wanted to make it count. I took a deep breath, shook off the nerves, and opened the door. And then there he was—my son, standing in the doorway, an image of his mother and yet so uniquely his own. A wave of emotion crashed over me; I was finally face to face with the child I had longed to know. I reached out, my heart racing. "Izuku," I said, my voice filled with warmth and sincerity. "I'm so glad we're finally meeting."