"Man, this is killing me," he muttered, running a hand down his face as the water streamed over his head and shoulders, heat soaking into his muscles.

Images of her over the years drifted into his mind — the warm smile when he was a kid, the late nights she stayed up just to hear the door open, the way she'd hug him a little too long whenever he came home safe. But those wholesome memories didn't stand alone anymore.

Through the years, Inko had bloomed into something far more dangerous. Her curves had filled out, her posture carried confidence, and she had that effortless beauty that could make a man stop mid-step without knowing why.

His jaw tightened. That innocent thought cracked open the dam, and lust flooded in like a rush of hot steam. The wholesome mother in his memories blurred with the Inko from fanart and hentai he'd once seen back on Earth — every exaggerated, sinful image suddenly finding a new home in his mind. His pulse hammered.

'Woah… I almost lost myself there.' He leaned forward, elbows braced on his knees as the water cascaded down his back.

'The real me… would laugh in my face if he knew I almost let a woman like Inko slip away without being conquered. Always hated how they shipped her with All Might. Never made sense.'

A slow smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. The decision forming in his head wasn't impulsive — it was deliberate. Dangerous.

Steam thickened around him as he tilted his head back, letting the water run over his face. Droplets slid down the sharp lines of his body, tracing over abs and muscle he'd worked into perfection. When he finally stepped out, he wiped a hand across the fogged mirror.

The man looking back wasn't the awkward, stammering Izuku Midoriya. His hair clung to his forehead, his jaw looked sharper in the low light, and his physique looked carved from marble — a Greek god's frame wrapped in a hero's skin.

'Yeah… I know exactly who I'll be now,' he thought, the smirk widening.

The water still dripped from his shoulders when the shift happened. He walked out the shower and began drying himself with a towel.

He suddenly heard a moan, though it was masked. He turned towards the direction of Inko's room.

' You know, I always hear her. She'd cry to death if she knew. I always ignored it, it must be really hard for her. It wouldn't be nice if I banged her friend and not her' he thought to himself.

Izuku decided to leave though for now. As he got dressed, he put on some headphones and began playing games on his Pc.

In Inko's room.

The soft hum of the bedside lamp filled the quiet space. Inko lay back against her pillows, one hand resting over her chest, the other sliding slowly down her stomach. She let her eyes flutter shut, picturing the man she was supposed to be thinking of — her husband, smiling at her the way he used to when they were younger.

Her fingers brushed over her panties, feeling the warmth there, and she bit her lip, coaxing the image in her mind to grow clearer. But the edges of it kept flickering… blurring… until they shifted entirely.

It wasn't her husband's face anymore.

It was Izuku.

The thought hit her like a jolt — her own son's name echoing in her mind — but instead of stopping, her hand moved faster, the heat in her chest spreading down between her thighs.

Her breathing quickened as she gave in to it completely, letting his image dominate her thoughts. Izuku standing over her, that confident smirk on his lips, his eyes fixed on her like she was his and his alone. She imagined the way his hand would fit around her thigh, the weight of him pressing her into the mattress, the sound of his voice when he told her exactly what he wanted.

A shiver ran up her spine.

Her fingers slipped beneath the thin fabric, finding her soaked folds, stroking herself with slow, steady circles that made her hips roll in response. The more she imagined him — his heat, his strength, his closeness — the tighter her stomach coiled.

She pictured his breath against her ear.

She pictured his hand pinning hers above her head.

She pictured him saying her name like it meant something more.

"Ah—! Izuku—" The moan slipped out before she could stop it, her toes curling, thighs clamping around her hand as pleasure crashed through her in a white-hot wave.

Her body shook with it, every muscle tensing, her back arching against the bed as the orgasm washed over her — deep, pulsing, relentless.

When it finally ebbed, she collapsed back into the pillows, chest rising and falling rapidly. Her hand slipped out from between her legs, trembling slightly, her panties clinging damply to her skin.

The lamp still hummed quietly, but the room felt different now — warmer, heavier, charged with something she couldn't name.

She stared at the ceiling, her lips still parted, her body still humming from the aftershocks.

And even though she tried to clear her head, his name still lingered there, refusing to leave.

....

At dinner, the clink of cutlery against plates was the only sound. Neither of them spoke at first, the air thick with unspoken thoughts.

Izuku kept his gaze on his food, chewing slowly, while Inko's eyes flickered between him and her plate. She'd never been one to feel awkward around her own son, but tonight felt… different.

Finally, she broke the silence. "So… how was school today?"

"Good," he replied simply, not looking up.

Her lips pressed together. "Good? That's all?"

Izuku smirked faintly, finally meeting her eyes. "What do you want me to say, Mom? That I fought a few villains in training, aced the exercise, and had girls lining up to talk to me?"

She blinked, surprised at the confident tone — not cocky, just… assured. "Well… that does sound like something worth talking about."

They both fell silent again, the sound of the clock ticking in the background. Then, almost casually, Izuku set down his chopsticks.

"Hey," he said, leaning back in his chair. "You doing anything tomorrow after school?"

She raised a brow. "Why?"

"Because I was thinking," he said with an easy smile, "we never really spend time together anymore. Just the two of us. What do you say we go out somewhere? A little… mother-son day out."

Her brow stayed arched, but the corners of her lips softened into a small smile. "Is this your way of buttering me up for something?"

"Maybe," he said, eyes gleaming. "But I figured you deserve it. Plus, I know a place you'll like."

She tilted her head, pretending to think it over. "Hmm… fine."

"Deal," he replied without hesitation.

"Now tell me about this girl you met today," she said, her tone light but her eyes sharp with curiosity.

"Oh, Mina," Izuku replied casually, spearing a piece of food with his chopsticks. "Well… I should probably tell you about everyone in my class for it to make sense. You willing to listen?"

"Of course. I'm your mother," she said with a warm smile, resting her chin lightly on her hand as she leaned forward.

And just like that, their earlier silence began to fade. Izuku started from the top — talking about each of his classmates one by one, throwing in little observations, quirks, and funny moments. Inko listened intently, occasionally laughing softly or making small comments.

When he described Mina's bright personality and endless energy, she raised a brow knowingly but said nothing.

Instead, she swirled the wine in her glass slowly, her lips tugging upward in a subtle smirk before she took another sip.

The conversation flowed easier after that — from his classmates to training exercises, then to his impressions of U.A. so far. Inko's eyes never left him for long; she seemed to be soaking in every detail, every expression.

By the time they'd finished eating, the awkwardness from earlier had all but disappeared, replaced with an easy, comfortable rhythm.

TO BE CONTINUED