Waiting (Inko)

Inko carefully sweeps the hair from Izuku's face. The emerald strands curl around the white pillow. Her other hand cradles Izuku's misshaped fingers. How many times has it been? Three, four, five? It doesn't matter. One time was more than enough.

She needs to be strong for her child but knowing it doesn't stop the tears falling down her cheeks. She hates this. She hates this impotence. She hates this school. These teachers. The villians. The heroes. The world that is tearing her child apart. Her gentle loving Izuku who always gives and never takes.

The world loves to take, it swallows her child apart and spits him out. And again, she waits by his bedside hoping that he will wake up. That he will rise with that beautiful smile on his face and his gleaming eyes and whisper mom.

The day her son had told her about his quirk, she fell on her knees, sick with relieve. At first it had been disbelief which was quickly replaced with joy. The one thing her baby had yearned for all his life. The one thing she could never give him. The nights spend awake by his bedside guarding him from his nightmares. The days cleaning the wounds left by cruel children who didn't understand the light inside her child. The weeks when she would get home, exhausted from work, to find him curled in front of the TV. His eyes filled with desperate hope as his tiny hands scribbled on a haggard notebook. The world had finally given her child a path to his dream, and Izuku had taken it and carved and carved and carved with his bloody fingers until he had arrived at the beginning of his Hero journey.

Perhaps she had been naïve by thinking that everything would be fine. By believing that with his quirk there was nothing else that could hurt him. but the world demanded payment in the form of blood and turned his powers against him. Each time he did, what he dreamed of doing since his birth, he was punished. The fingers in her hand are a relic to the brutality of the world.

And oh, how could she have forgotten about the villains. The monsters hiding in human skin with sharpened teeth ready to tear apart the limbs of her child. The cruelty lining the shape of their eyes. Their vicious hands that dig into the heart of her child and pull and pull until he falls apart.

Yes, she had been naïve by believing that everything would be fine, but Izuku had shined with joy. His eyes alive. His steps light with something that had been taken when he was a tiny child. She thought that she could be strong enough to see her child land in the hospital time after time. Strong enough to endure his pain because his heart was fire and love. But she isn't strong like Izuku. Each time she lays eyes on his broken body she wants to weep. She wants to plea for him to stop.Look at what you are doing to yourself. Please stop. Please.

But she knows that taking his dream for him is the same as killing him. She saw him death for so many years that she can't bear to be the cause of it. There's nothing else left for her to do other than to hug him close. To love him fiercely and pray for his return. She will remain at his side no matter how much it hurts because he is her baby. Izuku. Beautiful Izuku. She will always wait at his bedside no matter how much it hurts.

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