A/N: SHORT CHAPTER AHEAD
A̵r̴e̷ ̷y̶o̵u̶ ̴o̵k̸a̴y̸,̵ ̶M̸i̷d̶o̸r̶i̵y̶a̸?̸
̷͇̦̈́̀͝M̶̜̋̿̀͠ī̴̹̼̻̩̕ḓ̶̙̄̍̃̏͜ȯ̸̯̠̹̌͘r̷̛̘͓̘i̴͎͂͘y̵̧̰̟̆͂̚͜a̶̤̤͎̲̐̕?̸̨͆̃
M̶̢̢͕͇͖̜̹͍͚͎̱͚̗͓̮̪̪̥̥̝̭̻̼̏͌̆͂̓̌̈́̈́̉͗̚̕͜I̸̧̢̢̧̛͈̗̰͙͚̲̹̹̣̻͚̞̟͔͔̱̟̤̺̫̩̔̈́̑̅̾̒̿̐̋̄̿͐̒́͂̄̑͛͂̔͛̃̆̊́͜͜D̸̡͈̟̮̯͆̈́͑͂͐́̽͊̑͌̈́̑͆͊̓̾͊̌͗͗̒͗̈̇̅̍̾̎̄̈̓̂̈́͒̊͘̕͝Ơ̶̧̨̡̯̱͈͔̗͎̩̰̞̙̰͎̫̘̝̗͔̯̫͉̞̱̺͓̻̹͙͇̼̤̠̪̲͉̆̾̔͑̌̀͛̏͂̈͌͌̋̒̀́̍̅͗̅̒̑̀̃̓̌̈́̄͗̌͘͜͜͠͝͠͝͠͝͝ͅR̶̡̧̢̨̢͙̰̳͚̲͕̼͚̫͎̥̭̩̦̹͚̺͓̝̞͚̳͎̺̻̭͔͔̝͕̜̞̰͙̰̰̟͓͗͐̓͌̓̌̋̋̋̃̿̽͂̐̌̈̈̈́̐̓͋̀̊̊̔̐̀̈́̆̉̔͗͋̀̾͌́̚̚͝͝ͅḬ̷͎̩̜̲͔̫̱̯̽̊̅̋̐͗̀͗̿͂̈́͗̇͋̓̎̍̔͒͗̒̕Y̴̨̧͙̹̱̰̫̳̙̘̙͉̩͓̤̠̩͇̙͂́̓̀̃̾͒̏̆͜͝A̴̢̛̪̲͈͚̞͙͎̲̹̅̽̌̇͂͋̒̽͗̇̇͐̍̓̃̇͗͂̀̀͂͘͜!̵̧̧̧̡̱̻͔̝̞͎̘̣̖̥̠̤̦̙̱̹̙͇̲̲̺̮̻̱͈̹̼̝̳̲̫̖̹̦̝͊̏̅͛͆̇̈́͐̎́̒̈́̈́͋̊́̽̓͑̇̎̏̋̀̒̽̉̑̔̅̌̈́̌͆̐̿͛̋͘̚͝͠
"H-huh?!" Oh, yes, Sensei?"
"Pay attention next time!"
"Yes, Sensei…"
Wait a minute…
I'm not supposed to be here…
It's summer break…
Huh...where is mom?
MOM?
M̴̡̢̢̛̹̜̥͈̳̹̗̬̓͗̔̌̉͊̋̽̽͠Ȏ̴͍̙̇̕M̸͚̋͛͘͠͝?̵̭̪͍͆͜!̷̰̪͕̿
M̶̡̨̤͇̖̬̫̬̙̤̜̼̰̣̳̹̳̥̹͚͌͗͐͊̈́̒͌͌͜ͅͅǪ̶̛͚͚̜̖̩͔̞̱̙̝̟̗̱̦̼̲̬̘̺͈̲͈̔̈́̈́̐̑̈̏͂̓̉̽̉̀̐̈́̀͊̍͐̑͂͝ͅM̶̼̗̦͖͔̂͛͂̚ ̴̢̢̨̢̢̬͎̲̟̗̰̟̬͉̬͇͇̪̹̦̟̯̠̜͇̹̌͂̉͠ͅP̴̛̥͓͙̦̥̹̙͚͖̮̲̾́͗̍̂͒͂͑̌̾͑̕͘͝͠͝Ļ̷̓͊̒̿̾́̋́͐͗̓̾̋͐͋͆͐̈͑͌E̴̡̡̨̲̯̖̼͍̜͍͔̗̗̤̜̯̳̳̲̻̫̰̰̝̻̿̕̕Å̵̢̡͓̪͈͎̟͕̗͔̺̥̼̣̃̈̑̽̀̿̒̉͆͛̉̅͌͒̕͘̕͝͝͝S̸̛̠̪͓̭̖͗̏̎̍̈́̄̎̒̿́̎͋̌͐E̵̡̧̨̟͎͖̖̭͗́̆̓̇̏̅̇̋̂͑̐͂̊͐͝!̵̮̯̝̖̣͊͝ͅͅ
Į̴̩̰̮̙͑̎̓̇̿̋̒̈́̍̀͊̍̿̆̍̍̏̆̕͘͠͝͝'̴̪̺̱̾̂̈́͊̍͗̊̋̎̔̐̇̈́̚͝͝M̶̢̢̢̜̘͚̥̭̣̹͔͇͚͇̲͕̝̰̋̑̅̄̾̎͐͛͊̽̓̍̕̕̚͜ ̷̣͔͓̦̹̳̰̝͇̰̼͇͈̘̠͓͕͌͑̏Ş̸̻̦̮̪̖̪̾̌̐̄͒͆́͑̔͆̅̒͒̑͑͛̋̓͜͝O̵͚͈̥̟͆̊̀͛̿͜Ȑ̷̨̫̘̹̼̥̜͕͌̆̀R̶̡̢̧̢̫͍̣̭͈̜̟̒̅̒̍̅́͂̆̈́͊̀͌Y̷̡̧̙̳̝̩̯͓̩̞̝̞̰̰̬̿̽̽͌́͒̈́͌̂̈́̾̉̊̽̕̚͝!̵̧̡̨̣̳͙̤͕̩̼̜͚̰̙̲͇͙̟͈̝̯̟̰̣̤̖͈̑̏̌̏́̄͠
O̵h̶ ̴n̵o̷,̸ ̷I̶z̴u̷k̴u̴.̶.̷.̶
MOM! MOM WHERE ARE YOU!
Į̵̡̰͇̑͋t̶̜̋̀̋̚͠'̵͓̼̎̋s̶̘̤̙͚̆̾ ̵͔̮̱̤͉̇̆n̵̬̗̓̊o̸̧̢̼̓̄t̷͔͔̻͎̤͐̀́ ̶̨̲̏̓y̷̟̾̀̿̕ͅo̶̩͖̔̆͑̑͝u̶͇̰̚r̶̤̤̟͗ ̶͎̬̪̥̍̏́͝f̵͈͋͌à̴͎͓̒̐̎ȕ̶̡͓̦̞l̷̨̦̤̝̅͛͂̏̂t̶͕͚̭̂͋̀̚ ̵̢̲̻̟̠̒͆̂́͝s̸̘̮̟͋̌͌͠ẃ̵̡̡̩̮̔̂̓e̵̡͈͙̞̦̓̓e̶̱̓̒̽t̴̻͈̄ì̴̯͚͔̦̎̚͘e̴̡̤̪̥͂̏.̸̠̀.̷̢͍̥͆́.̵̺͇͎͝
WELL THEN WHOSE FAULT IS IT?!
…
E̶̡̡̢̪̲̲̙̯̬͉͖̞̯̜̫̦̭̼̱̲͍̫̬̩̣̦̼͚͔̪̼̝̖̹̘͉̤͇̩̹̯̿̃̈͊̂̓̈̌̈́͋̄̂̋̀͐́̅̈̍̀̊̆̉̂̌͂̈͊̎̓̐́͑̕̚͘̕͜͜͠ͅn̴̨̡̨̛̮͔̗̠̮͓̦͇̥̖̜͎̙͉̟̤͇̣̱̺̼̗͍͍̜̹̦̣̤̞̼͉͇͈͒͐̾̓͊͋̆̅̈͗̉̏͒̾̀̀̉̉̋̕͜͠͝͝ͅͅͅd̸̨̧̨̨̨̫͕̬͔̪̼͇͚̜̠͎͖͚͙̦͉͓̹̗̗̱̖̜͙̮̞̖̗̪̬͖͕̰̱͖̖͇̣̹̘͗̎̌͌̏̓̾̏̈́̀̏̈́́̏̈́̏̀̓̀͆̅̈̔͋͊̓̒͂͗̕͘͜͠e̴̛̛͍̥̫̯͚̞̘̪̳̜͚̝̳̩͉͂̌̋̓̍͆̽̈̽̀́̕͜ą̴̛͉̜̜̟̹̜̹̞̠͚̊̿͋̾́̐̎̾̒͒̓̈́̑̂̆̈́͝͝͝͝v̸̛̲̗̗̰̊̔̆̎̃͐̐̎̋̓̾̾͊̅̈́͛̈̿̓̅͌̎͊̂̀̕͘͝ͅỏ̷̦̘̼̖̥̮̙̫̹͙͖͇̜̤̮̫̲̣̙̠̂͒͒̿̀̀̃͌r̴̡̢̛̰̣͈̯̯̱̤̤̗̩͈̭͓͕͖̥̣͈̰̦̲̼͇̅̓̎̇̌́̑͂̅̈͌͐́̄͋̈̆͗̆͂̀̊͐͒̈̈́̒͌̃̃̏̊̐̊͂̿̉̾̕͘͜͜s̷̢̢̻̭͇͈͚͚̬͓͖͈̮̣̤͉̜̱̭̦͕͍̹̼͕̱̟̥̬͔̳̩̲͖̺̳̳̠͓̦̲͐̽̎́̽̅̇̒̐̍̏̔͋̓̅͗͐̂́͂̊͂͒̾̏̀͗̎̉̑̋̋̅̄͂͊͛̋̒̚͘͘͜͠͝ͅ.̶̧̰̰̙̻̯̭̲̞̻̱̞͍̳̠̹̘͔̹̗͙̮͙́̉͒̓̌̂̈́͒̉̑̀͆́͐̎̐͐̾͐̆̎̎̊̀̊̈́͋̿́̕̚͝͠ͅͅ
"MOM!"
Izuku woke up with a gasp. His breath heaving in patterned breaths. He put up a hand to his face tentatively, touching his cupid's bow with his ring finger when he felt something drip from it. He brought his hand away from his face to look at it. Blood stained his finger.
My nose is bleeding? And-god why does my head hurt so much?
Just what is going on with me?
X
Bakugou didn't find out about Inko's death until the next day when he came downstairs to see his mom crying and his dad rubbing soothing circles onto her back.
"What's wrong?"
"Oh Katsuki...me and your mother are so sorry…"
"What?! What the fuck do you mean by that?!"
"Katsuki...Auntie Inko...is dead…"
"..."
Katsuki...ran out of the house and bolted straight towards Inko's house. He hasn't been to the house since he and Izuku were around eight years old, but he always liked Inko, she was more of a mother than his own in his mind. And he couldn't comprehend the fact she was dead, because...she just...she couldn't have died...she couldn't have...l̷͓̉e̶̝̎f̸̥̌t̵͍̅ ̵̨̑d̴̹̉ṷ̶̓m̷̹̕b̶̼̒ ̵͎̉D̷̜̄e̸̫̔k̴̢̋u̷̜̒ ̵̼̒b̴̘̀e̶̙̅h̷̓ͅỉ̴̹ṋ̶͌d̴͙̚.
Katsuki arrived at the apartment and harshly knocked on the door, yelling for anyone to open the door. He was about to start banging on the door when Izuku, sweet, tired, Izuku answered the door.
X
Izuku was obviously having a bad day. If you forgot why, let me remind you of why, Izuku was not enjoying this rainy day.
Example one, his mother is dead, which he has not taken lightly by the way.
Example two, his newest friend, Mina Ashido, is also dead, which he also has not taken lightly.
Example three, his nightmares are all over the place.
Example four, he woke up from said nightmares with a migraine and a bloody nose.
So, Izuku was having a very glum day. And of course now Katsuki has woken him up with his excessive knocking on the front door. Izuku could already tell by Katsuki's wide eyes and tense shoulders what he came here to ask. And sadly, he didn't know how to break it to him.
"O-oh...hey there...Kacchan…"
"Deku! My parents better be messing with me! Where is Auntie?!"
"You mean...my mom…?"
"No I mean your dog...OF COURSE I MEAN YOUR MOM, DUMB NERD!"
"O-oh...well I'm sorry Kacchan, but…" Izuku's voice started breaking up and reverting back to how he sounded during his head injury. "O-ka-a-san is...de-ad…"
X
…
What?
She can't be dead! I mean, she was-is, that Old Hags best friend…
She couldn't just leave her friend behind, or her son, she couldn't leave...Deku behind.
Why? Why?! WHY DO I CARE WHETHER OR NOT DAMN DEKU HAS SOMEONE TO CARE FOR HIM?!
THIS ISN'T FAIR! IT'S NOT!
WHY DOES DEKU GET TO HAVE A LOVING MOTHER?!
WHY DOES SHE HAVE TO BE GONE?!
~Flashback~
"Auntie, thanks for the food!"
"Oh! You're welcome Katsuki! I think of you like a second son ya know!"
"Heh?! Really?!"
"Why of course Katsuki!"
X
It was around three hours after Bakugou had left the Midoriya Household.
The house felt cold and barren, the silence was deafening. The dishes in the sink were still unwashed and the dust that floated through the room lingered, as the air purifier was not on. The only sign of life was Izuku, trying to peacefully nap.
He could feel his eyes starting to grow heavy and right as he thought he could get some rest, he heard three loud knocks on his front door. His eyes snapped open, thinking it was Bakugou or one of his dumb goons. But no, when he looked through the peephole, it was neither of them…
It was the cops and the pro hero Ë̶̦ͅn̷̢͕̙̄͑͘d̴̬͎̃ę̷̓ą̷̞̔ṿ̴̑̒o̵̖̍̀r̴͎͌.̶̰̑
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Meanwhile, in an unknown place, three...beings...were all surrounding a single glass ball, looking at one, Izuku Midoriya.
"H̵e̴ ̷i̶s̴ ̸f̴i̸l̶l̵e̴d̶ ̸w̷i̷t̷h̷ ̷r̵a̶g̴e̵,̶ ̷n̴o̴?̴"
"N̷̙̠̍̓͊ǫ̴̓̊̂,̵͐̑ͅ ̶̢̹̐̉ͅń̸̟̗͕̋ō̴̙̬̹,̶̛̰͊ ̶̨͉̟̓͝I̷̹̓́ ̸̬̜̊͘c̴̰̔ạ̸͋̓̅n̴̲̱̓ ̸̰͑͌s̴͍̲̅ȩ̸̨̛͆̽ë̶͖̜͔́̀͝ ̷͕̓̇͋ĩ̸̧̯̏̾t̵̘̯͐ ̵͔̰̿t̸̮͒͌̓͜o̶͓̞͋.̴̻̂ ̸͓͇̒͝S̵̟̲͑̇ù̸̩͆c̴̠̭̍h̴̛̝̪̙ ̴̞͇̭̈͠ā̶̡̢̝ ̶̤̉y̶̡̘͉̾͘ò̷̞̦ư̶̡͔̒͌ṋ̴̲̫͋͘ĝ̴͉̦ ̸͕͗̓ͅḃ̶̹̃o̸̹̥͆̄ý̵̼̑,̵̪̣̣̾̾͊ ̶̗̹̀͑s̶̜̺̠̍̉͠u̴͍͊c̶̝̩͐h̵̡̖̭̔̏̔.̶̧͎̳̽̈́͘.̴̢̨̌.̶͕͍̯͂e̷̬͈̔̓̚m̵̨̰̹͂̅ơ̵͖ͅt̵̥͊i̸̟̮̎̉o̸̡̪͋͐̍ͅn̶̘̈́͂ ̸̦̜̪͆̔ỉ̶͔̦͛̾s̵̩̠̤̒̽.̵̢͇̦̽̆͠.̶̧̣̞̂͗͑.̶̩̋̆̄ẃ̸̧̦ĕ̴͙̝̺̈́̈́l̵͖̈́̇l̸̞̝̱̿͂̆.̵̞̄̀.̷̺̺̔̑͝.̵̭̥̋͝ḭ̴̰̒̔̋ͅt̴̛̼͍͛̋͜'̶̧̐̑s̷̥̑̓ ̸͍̉q̷͚͌̕̚͜ų̸͕̮̃̓̈́ḯ̸͉̬̖̊̓t̴̤̼́͒é̷̱̻̉ ̴̼͆͝b̶̠̈r̸͍͈͔̐e̷͚͐̂ā̵̻͗t̸͉̐̊̽h̸̖̳̼̀̅t̷̗̰̊̎̚ă̶̡̩̹̕k̶͙̉͑i̴̱̦̾̑n̶̹̞̍g̴̗̽̐̅.̸̡͖͔̎ ̴̪͈̀͑͝"