She greets you

“Oh aren’t you the most beautiful little girl Ren.” Inko gushed, as she rushed forward to meet you.

You blushed at the compliment, “thank you Ms Midoriya. You’re far too kind.”

“Come in, come in. Is there anything you’d like to eat dear? I’d be happy to cook anything.” She offered warmly.

You were flattered by the offer, but Izuku’s enjoyment was far more important so you instead used your quirk to see what he wanted.

“Katsudon.” You answer much to Izuku’s delight.

“You two have so much in common, that’s Izuku’s favourite dish too.” Inko smiled, “that’ll be useful when you’re sharing a house.”

“Mom.” Izuku squealed, face beet red. Ren found it adorable however and simply smiled.

“Do you need any help Ms Midoriya?” You asked, but she just waved you off.

“Oh don’t worry dear, it’s no trouble.” She assured you, but you were insistent.

“If there is anything I can do to help please don’t be afraid to ask.” You say, to which she smiled.

“Oh you’re too kind Ren.” She replied with a smile, beginning to start with the cooking, “could you please wash the rice?”

“My pleasure.” You reply, out of hand. You didn’t have any experience with cooking, depending on Kasumi, your mother and quirk controlled slaves. Still how hard could it be?

“So Ren what is it you do?” Inko asked innocently.

“I’m a model, I do all sorts of work.” You explain, causing Inko to jump.

“A model well that’s impressive. I’m sure a lovely girl like you must get lots of work.” Inko mused, she had no idea, “I’m afraid I don’t know much about the profession, but my old friend Mitsuki is a model perhaps I could get you two in contact.”

There was a large crash as Izuku dropped one of the plates he’d been setting the table with, face as red as a pepper.

“Um sorry. I’ll-I’ll get a broom.” He muttered, practically running out of the room, embarrassed it seemed.

“How odd.” Inko mussed before returning to the cooking, “anyway as I was saying Mitsuki might be able to get you some contacts. I heard that on the model ratings she was rank fifty.”

“Oh it won’t be necessary Ms Midroiya, I’m actually the number one model.” You explain, your eyes darted to her see her reaction. Soon there was a crash as plate hit the ground.

“Oh you must be-“ She said until she realised that you were indeed not joking. Then her eyes began to tear up.

“Oh you must excuse me, I’m just so proud of my baby boy.” She cried much to your own happiness.

“I’m just glad you approve Ms Midoriya.” You reply offering her a tissue.

“Oh you’re too kind, I must know though how you two met. And how things are going? In fact just tell me everything.” She demanded.

A/N: suggestions and feedback are welcome as always