Midoriya Inko

Up and down. Midoriya Inko paced up and down her living room, worry coursing though he short body. Dinner time passed two and a half hours ago and her son was late. Izuku was never this late. She was mumbling to herself in a panicked tone. "Where is he? He should have been her by now. What if he got hurt? Oh god, what if he was attacked by a villain? Oh baby please come home." She looked at her phone, tempted to try calling him for a fourth time when there was a knock at the door. She jumped at the sound and went to answer it.

When she opened the door she was met with the sight of a man in his thirties with black hair, wearing a trench coat. He had a mournful expression on his face, as did the cat headed man in police uniform behind him. The worry in Inko's heart, nearly turned to panic as she silently prayed they got the wrong house.

"Midoriya Inko?" The man in the coat asked.

"Y-yes, that's me. C-can I help you?" She was struggling to sound calmer than she felt.

"I'm Detective Naomasa Tsukauchi. This is my Co. Worker, Sansa Tamakawa." He said gesturing to the cat man behind him. "We're with the Police, and need to speak with you. May we come in?"

'Something's' happened.' Inko concluded. 'Izuku's been hurt, hasn't he?' She realized she hadn't answered and was just stood staring at them. "I-I'm sorry, yes come in." She moved aside and gestured for the two to enter. "W-would you like some tea, o-or coffee?" She offered.

"No thank you, that won't be necessary." Naomasa declined. He and Sansa sat on the living room sofa, while Inko placed herself on an armchair to their right.

"I-is something wrong?" She asked the officers'. "Is th-this about my son? His-" Inko had to steady herself. Breathe. In. Out. "His he hurt?" The two police men shared a look, before Naomasa spoke.

"Mr. Midoriya, I'm sorry to inform you that your son, Midoriya Izuku, was found dead earlier today." And in that sentence, Inko's world was destroyed. She almost heard her heart shatter.

"D-dead?" She asked. Naomasa nodded forlornly.

"We are deeply sorry for your lose."

"H-h-how?" Tears were welling up in her eyes.

"He… he committed suicide, by jumping of a sky scraper rooftop."

'Suicide?' Inko struggled to believe it. 'He– he killed himself? I… I failed. I failed, I… I FAILED!" Inko wailed and wept as she fell to the floor, misery overtaking her. She barely registered the officers' trying to consul her, was dazed as she was handed a folded note and answered their questions. Only one thing was clear in her mind.

She had failed her baby.