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Izuku sat next to his mom on the couch. Some movie was playing on the TV, though he admittedly hadn’t been paying attention; too many anxious thoughts were whirring through his head.
I need to tell her, he told himself. Okay, he didn’t necessarily need to, but it felt like a pretty important thing to share.
For the past two weeks he’d been plagued with the memory of Ochako’s lips on his, how it didn’t feel right. How he had started thinking about what it might feel like if it were Kacchan’s lips on his.
His chest tightened, and he wondered if his mom could tell he was anxious.
He opened his mouth.
“I think I’m gay.” The words came out soft, nearly drowned out by the movie.
His mom looked at him. Izuku kept his eyes trained on the screen.
Her response was soft, too. “Okay.”
That was it? “Okay?” He looked back at her.
Her eyes were warm, loving, as he had always known them. “Thank you for telling me,” she added.
Words failing him, Izuku tucked his head into her shoulder, letting her arms wrap around him. The movie continued in the background, but all that mattered was being safe in his mom’s hold.