Over the next year, Nemuri took her role as a new mother like a fish to water, mostly thanks to the research she had and was still doing on raising a child. She knew every baby was different, but a general idea would definitely help instead of going in blind. It also helped the other UA faculty members were willing to offer assistance, most of whom fell for the little tyke in their first meeting. Aizawa being the only one to claim not to be that interested in Izuku, but Nemuri knew that was a lie.

Izuku, meanwhile, was making interesting progress in his development, as Nemuri suspected. Heck, he had learned to run before he had learned to walk and had already said his first word by the ten-month mark.

Unfortunately for some people, Izuku had picked up a certain few traits.

"Awww man, we lost him again!" Mic shouted as he continued to look through the UA teachers' lounge.

"Don't remind me. It feels like he's mocking us at this point," Aizawa groaned as he helped look through the teachers' lounge.

"Seriously, he shouldn't be able to do these kinds of things, he's only just turned one!"

"You say that but Nemuri's brat is always able to slip out of our grasp. Seriously, at this point, he's mocking us more than any villain."

Just then, the two of them heard the door open and in the doorway was Nemuri in full hero attire, carrying her son, Izuku. Who was fast asleep in his mother's arms.

"I see Izuku snuck out again," Nemuri giggled.

"Seriously, we just put a new baby-proof lock on his playpen!" Mic complained as he hung his head in defeat.

"You baby-proofed it, not Izuku-proofed it," Nemuri corrected.

"More like problem child-proofed it," Aizawa groaned, Nemuri just continued to laugh at her friends' consistent failure at keeping Izuku from breaking out of the staff room. She put Izuku back down in his playpen located next to her desk and went to update the board that she had dubbed the Izuku board.

The Izuku board was basically a blackboard she put up after Izuku started to make escaping a daily routine. The board kept an account of all the times he successfully made it to her classroom and when he would get caught mid-escape. Aizawa and Yamada knew she just put it up to irritate them and it was working.

The current score was:

Aizawa and Yamada: 12

Izuku: 90

Nezu: 3

Recovery Girl: 2

Ecto: 1 (Clone found on a sweet run)

"At this rate, I'll have to get Izuku a reward when he reaches a hundred," Nemuri giggled.

"You're seriously going to award the kid for breaking out of his playpen? Seems like a bad parenting move," Aizawa said, questioning his friend's parenting skills.

"Hey, if I want to reward my baby boy for showing great skills in finding his mommy and being able to outsmart two grown men, I will," Nemuri pouted in response.

The rest of the day flew by, and, before Nemuri knew it, the school day had ended. After changing into her civilian clothes and a quick train ride, she was back home with Izuku, who was eager to play with his best friend.

"Calm down, Izu. Sushi isn't going anywhere" Nemuri said as Izuku tried to escape his mother's grasp

"Sus! Sus!" Izuku babbled.

"Almost got it, Izuku, it's Sushi. Say it with me, Sushi" Nemuri sounded out.

"Sus! Sus!" Izuku continued to cheer.

Nemuri giggled watching this.

"Ok, sweetie, you go play with Sus, I'll get dinner ready," Nemuri said as she put Izuku down, the second the toddler's feet touched the floor, he was off.

'Awwww, my baby is so adorable with his little name for Sushi.'

Once Izuku made a beeline for the living room, Nemuri made her way to the kitchen to start preparing dinner. After finding a small chicken still in the fridge, Nemuri was quick to fire it into the oven. Soon after, however, she felt something tugging at her jeans. Looking to find the culprit was Izuku.

"Oh, what is it, Izu?" Nemuri asked

"Play!" Izuku cheered

"Sweetie, I thought you wanted to play with Sus?" Nemuri asked, Izuku pointed to Sushi fast asleep on the couch. "Oh, I see, you don't want to wake him up. Okay then, how about we play…oh I know!"

Picking up Izuku, Nemuri made her way over to the living room couch, where a few of her son's toys were located. The pair were quickly settled on the couch.

"You know, Izu, someone decided to suddenly drop by to see you, you want to know who?" Izuku nodded in response to the question. "It's All Might!" Nemuri exclaimed as he held up one of Izuku's toys, Izuku clapped in response to this.

"Yes it is I, All Might!" Nemuri said, imitating the voice of the number one hero. "I heard one of my fans was in desperate need of a playmate and I rushed right over!"

Izuku clapped in response, only making his mum coo even more.

"Why thank you, All Might, but I have to say. You make it seem like you can handle Izuku's cuteness alone, let me tell you this. Izuku cuteness is too strong for one person to handle."

"Hahahaha, nonsense Miss Midnight. I can hand—" But before Nemuri could finish her All Might impression, the toy was ripped from her hand and in the possession of Izuku. Said child started to squeeze the stuff from the toy with all his might.

Nemuri chuckled

"Hehe, guess Izuku wanted to prove you wrong, All Might. So, do you think you need help now?" She asked

"Yes, mama, it seems this child has discovered my one weakness, hugs," Nemuri said, keeping up the act.

"Well, don't worry, All Might, help has arrived and they're two of Izuku's favourite heroes. Present Mic and Eraserhead!" Nemuri cheered as she held up a plushie of Present Mic and a cat plushie she had modified to look more like Aizawa, mostly adding a black toy shirt and scarf to it.

"Yo-Yo, we heard All Might had fallen to the might that is the hugging machine that is Izuku Kayama!" Nemuri screeched, in her Yamada voice. "What do you say, Eraserhead, want to help take down this little listener?"

"I just want to go back to sleep and act as antisocial as possible," Nemuri grumbled, in what sounded almost like Aizawa's actual voice.

"Oh, don't be like that, Mr. Grumpy. We all know you really love us, especially little Izu."

"You have nothing to prove that," the toy stated.

"Hehehe, yet you always come running when Izuku needs a babysitter," The Present Mic toy said

"And when one of us needs help on a stakeout or backup, you always seem to show up. Just admit it little Aizawa. You love us~"

"I say again; you have no physical proof of that."

"Well act—" but before Nemuri could finish her act, once again Izuku caught her off-guard. The toddler was quick to snatch the toys from his mother's grasp and pull them into his little bear hug.

'Whoa, my baby is fast when he wants to give hugs,' Nemuri thought as she watched her son play with the toys.

As the mother and son continued their little game, on the other side of the couch. Sushi had awoken from his nap by the sounds of laughter, looking to his humans, he saw the pair were playing. But when he saw Izuku give the toys his hugs, he wouldn't stand it. The feline silently jumped off the couch, quietly moving along the floor, trying to avoid detection until it was too late.

Once Sushi was in position, he leaped onto the couch and then into Izuku's grasp. Being caught by surprise, Izuku threw the toys in the surprise attack, before the toddler or mother knew what happened, Sushi was lying on top of the toddler as he assaulted with a flurry of licks.

Izuku laughed.

"Sus is up! Sus is up!" He cheered as he hugged his best friend, who continued his lick attack.

Nemuri giggled.

"Seems Sushi didn't like you giving all the cuddles to the toys. Never thou— What's that smell?" Nemuri asked.

Then it hit her, she quickly turned to see smoke coming from the kitchen.

'SHIT'

Quickly, Nemuri ran into the kitchen and saw the smoke coming out of the oven. Grabbing a towel, she threw the door of the oven open and pulled out the charred remains of what once was her dinner.

"Aww man, my dinner looks like I tried to cook it with a blow torch," Nemuri pouted.

It definitely didn't help that she hadn't restocked the fridge lately.

"Uh oh," Izuku squeaked from the doorway, Sushi now at his side.

Looking at her son, Nemuri was upset at her ruined dinner, but glad she still had baby food for Izuku. She would rather go a whole week without food, than see her baby go a day without his three square meals. Putting on a brave face, Nemuri threw out her attempt at dinner and picked her son up and brought him to his high chair, making sure to grab a jar of his baby food on the way.

"Don't worry, sweetie. Momma and granny Chiyo made sure to stock plenty of your favourite," Nemuri said as she put Izuku in his high chair.

"Okay, here comes the airplane," but when Nemuri tried to feed Izuku, the infant pulled away from the spoon of baby food. This caught Nemuri off-guard.

"What's the matter, sweetie. I thought you love this stuff?" Nemuri asked, Izuku just pushed the jar of baby food to his mother and pointed to her.

"Wait, Izuku wants me to eat his baby food, did he figure out I had nothing to eat?" Nemuri thought.

"It's good to know my little boy is a sweetheart, but this isn't exactly meant for adults," She looks down, noticing Izuku's happy demeanor had dropped.

"Eh?! Oh, alright," She reluctantly brought the spoon to her mouth gulping down the mush, it was soft and honestly not terrible but she could make a list of preferred food choices. She looks down at the waiting youth and states "Thank you, my little sweetie. Momma's all full up, now you eat your dinner." Pleased his momma wouldn't go hungry the baby wolfed down the remainder of his meal unaware of the stomach discomfort his maternal figure would be going through tonight.

While her 'dinner' had been lacking she had made sure her child was well fed and that was enough to make it through the night...was the lie she continuously repeated in her head. Her stomach on the other hand kept incessantly calling her bluff on the matter.

Looking at the time, Nemuri saw it was close to Izuku's bedtime. After washing him up and getting him into his pajamas, Nemuri soon put Izuku down in his crib. The second his head hit the pillow, he was out like a light.

'Dammit, had to fuck up my meal,' Nemuri thought as she watched her son sleep peacefully.

'I guess this goes to show instant food and takeout aren't exactly a good dietary practice for a would-be mother, but at least you don't need to worry about burning it. I guess next time—no. No, dammit! I can learn to cook and not get distracted, so my baby can eat proper food. I won't have him become fat and unhealthy just because it's easier for me!' She thought, her determination set on doing her best to do even better at raising her son.