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I.
As far as Izuku could remember, there had been no mother in their household. With the addition of his father’s appreciation for honesty, plus having had no parents himself, it’d been almost easy for the man to tell his young son that Inko made do with watching him over in Heaven.
And it couldn’t be more true; because the veiled man dressed in black that visits their home monthly was named Death, who’d bow as he called his father ‘Master’.
Izuku had asked him what it meant once he grew old enough to start questioning every little thing.
“It means your Uncle Death works for me, my heart.” Papa answered, a face full of sad, fond smiles.
Izuku was smart, so although he couldn’t truly comprehend what it was like to lose someone you’d never known in your whole life, he understood that his Papa was powerful. As for the people (Mama) his father spoke of, the ‘dead’ that Uncle Death worked with, they lived in a place far, far away where Izuku must never go.