It was the scream that Inko would remember for years to come. She was cooking dinner for her 3 year old son, Izuku, when she heard it. It was Izuku, and he was in pain. She ran to his room, terrified as to what she'd find behind that door.
"I-Izuku?" she trembled as she walked in, almost immediately stepping on something... sharp. Sharp enough to cut through her skin easily. Fearing that there was broken glass, maybe from one of Izuku's framed pictures, she took a step back and called again, "Izuku? Where are you?"
"I'm down here mom..." she heard from... far closer to the ground than Izuku would be at his height, even as young as he was. And then when she looked down, she saw the state her son was in. Or rather, what seemed to be her son.
There, on the ground, wearing Izuku's clothes, was a beautiful, crystal sculpture of her son. The clear shape met a jagged edge at the legs, where they seemed to have shattered, along with one of its arms. Strewn across the floor were more chunks of the precious stone, one of which was tinged red from where she stepped on it.
"Izuku, is that you? What happened?!" Inko tried to keep herself calm, she really did, but she couldn't quite believe the scene she saw before her. And then, the crystalline face of her son's sculpture moved, and his voice -which when listening closely, sounded a bit tinnier than usual- resounded out from it.
"I tripped and then... I broke. I feel fine though... But mom, I think I finally got my quirk! I can be a hero now, right?!" her son was ecstatic to finally have attained his power, the one that would make him unique from anyone else. But Inko wasn't sure. "M-mom? I can become a hero, r-right?"
But with her son as fragile as this, with a mere fall shattering his limbs... could he ever achieve his dream of becoming a hero?
And Inko cried.