I've decided to make a little collection of all my MHA angsty, hurt/comfort oneshots! I'll either take suggestions or just write of my own accord! Enjoy!

"Izuku? Hey, Izuku?"

Inko had been worried about her son for a while now. She was happy for him - really, she was, UA was an amazing school, but there was something... off about him, lately. Sometimes he would disappear without even a note, only to come back hours later, and sometimes he would be scared of things that Inko couldn't understand.

She just wanted to talk to him. Her son had been, well, anxious and jumpy nearly his whole life, but nightmares every other night for weeks on end, and flinching at everything that surprised him; they needed to talk about it. Not just for her peace of mind, but hopefully also for his.

"Mom?" Izuku was buried under an All Might blanket in the living room, flicking through his Hero Journals like they were the sacred texts of old.
It reminded her of when he was younger, when all he wanted was to be a strong hero, like All Might.

"Come have some tea with me, let's talk a little." Nodding, he stood up, a little stiffly - as if he thought he was in trouble.
Inko almost laughed at the idea. But he followed her into the kitchen, and they both sat down to warm cups of tea.

"So...?" Izuku stared at her, anticipating something. Whatever he was anticipating, Inko didn't quite understand. A scolding, perhaps? Then why the tea...

"I just wanted to talk, Izuku. I'm worried about you. Is there anything you want to say, anything at all?" Izuku stared down into his cup. Inko went to say something else, to reassure him, but- "Yeah. I-I guess." Her son's willingness to talk surprised her, to say the least.

"What do you want to say?" Inko sipped her tea.
"I can't stop thinking about Shigaraki." Inko almost spat out her tea.
"It's stupid, but I can't forget it. He just found me there so easily, and you were so worried, and what he said-" Izuku cut himself off, tears slowly beginning to spill down his cheeks, falling with a 'plop!' into his cup of tea.

Inko didn't know what to say. Instead she stood up and engulfed her son in a hug - one that conveyed all the sentences that she couldn't find the words for. They stayed like that for a while, Izuku's sobs dying down, until they left their cold cups of tea on the table to go sit in the living room. Maybe watch a movie.
Take their mind off of things.

"You can talk to me whenever you want, you know."

Here's a little thing to start it off! It's not the best, but I think it's okay.

Reviews and suggestions appreciated! Thanks!

- Olly