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Mrs. Midoriya and I start the drive to her house, well I suppose it's my home now as well. "Mrs. Midoriya?" I ask.

"Yes?" She says, quickly glancing at me in the rear view mirror.

"Would you mind calling me Kamody?" I ask nervously.

She chuckles a little and says, "If that's what you want Butterfly." Butterfly, that has to be one of my favorite nicknames I have ever gotten. The car jerks and runs my train of thought off the tracks, well the train of thought has no rails, so I suppose it just pushed it off course. "We're here!" Momma Midoriya says as she unbuckles her seat belt. Did I just call her Momma Midoriya? I know most of the MHA fandom calls her that but I never have. Well, I have experienced her motherly attitude first hand and I suppose she is my adoptive mother now. I unbuckle my seatbelt and open the door. Mama Midoriya takes my hand and walks me up to the apartment she, Izuku, and now I call home.

I step inside and take off my boots at the front door. I walk past Izuku's room, the All Might name tag hanging on the door, and what I assume is a closet across from it before walking into the kitchen. I immediately notice some things are a bit out of the ordinary, where are the knives? On the counter, that I now notice the edges of which are rounded, sits an empty wooden knife block. Confused, I walk out of the kitchen into the living/dining room that seems normal at first glance. On further inspection the edges of the table have been rounded like the kitchen counter and so have the chairs. I walk over to the TV and sure enough, the corners of the stand have been rounded too. I turn around to look at the couch and on top of it I see an assortment of arts 'n crafts supplies; a notebook, some pencils, red markers, and rubber bands.

"I heard that putting rubber bands on your wrist, pulling them back and letting them go can help you stop cutting, same thing with putting red marker on the part of your body you wish to cut." Momma Midoriya says, "I don't know for sure though, I spent many hours searching the web and talking to a few people about it. The urge to cut is just an urge, if you ignore it and do something else like writing your pain, it will go away by itself."

I have never had a problem with cutting but the fact that she went and did all this for me brings me to tears. I walk over to her and give her the biggest hug I have ever given anyone and say, "Thank you." I set my purse down on the couch before putting on five of the rubber bands she has given me, I don't need them but I don't want her to know that and feel bad about herself. In a way, I'm lying. I can't see my wings.

Momma Midoriya walks into her room and walks out holding a stack of clothes. "These are for you, I saw the clothes you are wearing yesterday and kinda went off the style of them. I hope you like them. You can look through them as I make lunch." She says as she walks off to the kitchen. I look through the clothes she gave me and see a lot of black, white, and (F/C). Skinny jeans, short sleeve shirts, she really did just take what I had and ran with it. She took such care into picking my clothes. She bought me a few nightgowns as well, how did she know I don't like sleeping with pants on?

"Lunch is ready, Butterfly! I made soba!" Momma Midoriya calls me. There's that nickname again, I love it so much but it's a bit daunting. She says I'm beautiful but I can't see it, she says she and Izuku will show me my wings. I can't see my wings.

I walk over to the table Momma Midoriya is sitting at where she's already sitting down. I pull out a chair at the spot with what I assume to be my plate and sit down. "Itadakimasu," Mama Midoriya says.

"Itadakimasu?" I say cringing a little bit at how badly I butchered the pronunciation. I'm still learning Japanese, but I still feel so guilty whenever I say anything wrong.

"Itadakimasu" Momma Midoriya says is slower so I can have a better Idea of how it's pronounced, "It's something we say before we eat." She explains.

"Itadakimasu." I say slowly and look to Momma for approval. She nods her head to confirm that I had indeed said it right. "Itadakimasu!" I exclaim excitedly at a normal speed. I did it! I got it right! The second time, I failed the first. Momma Midoriya still looks pleased with my accomplishment, even though it really doesn't mean that much. I can't see my wings.

Momma Midoriya picks something off the table and starts eating. Chopsticks. Oh bloody Nora, I look down at my place setting. Chopsticks.

I remember my family going to a noodle restaurant when I was younger, they had chopsticks there you could use instead of a fork, it was a cool gimmick I think. My mom and brother knew how to use them, my dad did to but not quite as well. I tried to learn to use them too but It was a bit too difficult for me, I kept falling back on the little plastic doohickey that basically turned them into a pair of culinary tweezers and now Momma Midoriya expects me to know how to use these little buggers. I can't see my wings.

I fiddle around with the chopsticks, trying to make sense of how you use them. Mama Midoriya looks up from her dish, sees me struggling and sets down her chopsticks. "Do you need some help, Butterfly?" She asks me.

"Yes." I say reluctantly. I don't want her help, she's already done far too much. I don't deserve such kindness. I can't see my wings.

Mama Midoriya chuckles giving a slight smile before walking over to me. I can only imagine what she's thinking, probably something along the lines of "clueless American." I feel bad thinking of her, I mean come on, she's "Momma" Midoriya for crying out loud! But that's just who she is on screen in my universe, who knows what she's really like. She seem kind enough, maybe she's just smiling because she's happy to help? No it's clear she finds this situation humorous. "Kamody? Butterfly? Hello? Butterfly, your spacing out." I hear Momma Midoriya call. I can't see my wings.

"What huh? What's going on?" I say before realizing I was speaking the wrong language, "I mean sorry! I didn't mean to space out! I didn't even realize I was spacing out. Now, how do you use chopsticks?"

"So you put your hand like this," She says as she puts my dominant hand out in front of me like I was going to give someone a handshake, "and put the chopstick under your thumb right where it connects to your hand. Then, you're going to put the other chopstick here," Momma Midoriya puts the other chopstick in between my thumb and forefinger, also known as the pointer finger, "and bend these two fingers under the first chop stick," She points to my ring finger and pinky so I bend them down as she has instructed me to, "finally, you going to put you middle finger under the top chopstick." Momma Midoriya tells me and I do so. "When you want to pick something up, just squeeze the chopsticks together around the object you want to pick up." She says.

I look over at my bowl, then put my chopsticks in it. I push the chopstick together around a few noodles, open my mouth and put the noodles in there. I pull the chopsticks out and chew. Once my mouth is empty I say, "Would you look at that? I did it." A small smile graces my face, I can't help but feel satisfied with what I have done, even though Mama Midoriya basically spoon fed my accomplishment to me. My realization put a bit of a damper on my mood, yet again I needed another person's help and made a burden out of myself. I can't see my wings.

Momma Midoriya chuckles again, of course I did! She walked me through the whole thing. She gives me a pat on the head and I can't help but melt, my expression shifts to one similar to a dog getting a pet. She walks back over to her spot and starts eating her soba again and I do the same. After she finishes her food she starts talking to me about some things about the neighborhood and some people I might meet. In all honesty I didn't pay much attention, my mind was just blank. After a while a knock interrupts her. Momma Midoriya looks up at a clock I didn't notice before that reads 3:30.

"Oh, look at the time! Izuku's home!" Momma Midoriya says

(A/N So, I just wanted to thank MarsTheShyDweeb , kurumi_lover , and DeltaDaisy for encouraging me to write, and to thank you guys for almost 150 reads on my story.  If you like the story, add it to your library, uh, and like it? I don't know what likes do, but they might be important. Oh! Also, if you know someone who might be into my story, please share it with them! Um, that's all for this A/N, so, see you next chapter!)