The afternoon sun streams through my kitchen window as I arrange fresh flowers, humming softly to myself. It's been so quiet since Izuku started at U.A. - too quiet, really. I catch my reflection in the window and pause, tucking a strand of green hair behind my ear.
I've been thinking lately... about how long it's been since I've had real company. Adult company.
The sound of footsteps approaching my door makes my heart flutter unexpectedly. I smooth down my apron and check my appearance once more - when did I start caring so much about how I look for visitors? There's something thrilling about the anticipation, about not knowing who might be on the other side.
As I move toward the entrance, I can't help but smile at how my pulse quickens. Maybe today will be different. Maybe today I'll remember what it feels like to be seen as more than just someone's mother.
