It's been a week.

A week since my son fell off the face of the earth.

A week since my purpose in this world finally decided that enough was enough and jumped off that ledge.

A week since I had policemen come to my door and tell me my son committed suicide.

All I could do was stare blankly up at my ceiling as I thought to myself, 'If only I noticed earlier'.

The signs were there. I could have stopped it if I tried. But then again, there's no point in crying over what I could have done, after all, nothings going to bring my son back to me.

I guess I should have known that his childhood 'best friend' would have been part of what put my son through so much suffering. When my dear Izuku started flinching at the mention of him, or when he would return home with burn marks on his skin... yet I denied it. I thought to myself, it was impossible. They were best friends, right?

Ignoring the fact that I haven't seen Katsuki come over since they were 4. Right after Izuku was deemed quirkless.

7 DAYS PRIOR:

I was currently in the kitchen, after just getting home from work. Today I'm planning on making Izuku's favorite since he's been so down recently.

I frowned to myself as I remembered those empty tired eyes.

I glance at the clock on the wall, wondering when my son will end up coming home. He's a bit later than usual.

'I'm sure it's nothing' I thought to myself, carrying on with what I was doing. Before I was interrupted by a knock at the door.

'Oh, he must be here. Although why didn't he just use the spare key he has to open the door' I wondered confused as I walked towards the door.

Opening the door, I came face to face with two police officers with grim faces.

All of a sudden nervous, I spoke up "What can I do for you officer?" I questioned, shifting a bit in my spot at their pitying stares. 'Why are they looking at me like that?'

"I'm sorry to say this but I have some saddening news for you... your son, Izuku, has been found dead-" he continued to say, face becoming more strained as he continued talking to me with a careful tone. As if one wrong word and I'll break.

I blanked out.

'Izuku? dead? no, no there must be a mistake. What do you mean he most likely committed suicide? No, that's impossible. My little boy, my baby boy wouldn't... he wouldn't do that. He wouldn't leave me all alone. Why would he? I don't understand'

I was snapped back to reality when I felt two rough hands on my shoulder. I didn't realize when my feet buckled, leaving me staring at the ground, hands shaking. Looking up, I see two pairs of concerned eyes. I felt tears well up in my eyes as I start to process everything I was told.

I let out a choked sob, not caring about the scene I may be making with other people passing by on the street. "Izuku- his body, take me to his body," I said still sobbing, fat tears running down my cheeks as I got up, still shaking. They both gave me unsure looks but relented when I didn't back down from my watery glare.

The rest of the minutes passed by in a blur, as I got into their car and drove to the scene, I faintly remember there being a crowd surrounding a bunch of police officers and paramedics around the place. I remember getting out of the car and bolting for the covered-up body that was being put into the ambulance vehicle with a stricture. I also remember flashes of phones recording or taking pictures of me uncovering the fabric put on the body and having a whole breakdown after seeing my bloodied son's face.

After that it was a slideshow of me being escorted into a police car, and taken home.

4 DAYS PRIOR:

I was in my living room, re-watching videos of my son that we filmed together whenever we would go on mother and son field trips. It was around the afternoon when I heard a knock come from the door. Sighing to myself, I went to answer it only to come face to face with the Bakugou family, all with varying faces of nervousness.

I looked at them grimly, knowing that I looked like a mess. Although my hair and clothes were the same as usual, tidy and simple, my skin was much paler than normal and my eyes were red from crying whenever reminded of the loss of my son. Which is quite often since I live in the house he was born and raised in.

Mitsuki, my friend from middle school, although we both haven't talked in years since our sons stopped having play dates, decided to take the lead.

"Hey Inko" she laughed awkwardly, "would it be too much if we could come in and talk?" she smiled a bit, although it was strained. Now that I look closer, I can see that her eyes are rimmed red, same for the other two.

I hesitated but decided to let them in. I might as well hear what they have to say, although I have an idea of what it will be about. You see, the day after my breakdown, I woke up and decided I wanted to bring justice to my son. I know nothing I do will bring him back but I thought that I should at least do this much for him.

So I drove up to his school, while classes were still in. Before coming here, I brought up several files of evidence that I have against Aldera High that I put together with the help of some of my late husband's friends that I was given the contact info of if I needed anything. My late husband worked in the shady area, quite well known to the point that he had different underground contacts that owed him favors, or well, me now that he's sadly dead.

It went like this, I drove up to the school, barged into the place, and went straight to the principles office. Opening the door to the office, I was face to face with the filthy man that was responsible for this hell of a school. He tried to ask me what I'm doing here but froze from my cold gaze. He was the only person present in the room.

I brought out a large folder that contained evidence of child abuse, child endangerment, bullying, quirkist behavior, etc. I went on and on, saying out loud all the things that he and this school has committed, stated in excruciating detail which at some parts made me scrunch up my nose in disgust.

When I finished, I put the files back in place and looked him straight in the eye. "Wh-what do you want okay? I'll do anything just don't show this to the police please!" he tried to beg, face much paler than when I first came in. All I did was smirk, as I pulled out an old voice recorder device, which repeated his confession word from word.

"There goes another piece of evidence. Now I'll be leaving, you can kiss this damn school and your future goodbye" I said in glee, opening the door.

"Wait! No, stop" He tried to grab my hand but I slapped it away "did you know that my quirk gives me the capabilities of attracting small objects, which at first glance seems quite weak but not so much when I use it against a victim so close up, yanking their intestines out from their body and slowly watching as they suddenly fall to the ground and slowly die" I smiled darkly, looking him down as his jaw hangs open in terror.

I hummed as I exited the school, heading straight to the closest police station.

Once I arrived, I went up to the front and stated with a dark smile on my round face, "I would like to file a report against Aldera High, for child endangerment, physical and verbal abuse, bullying, suicide bating, quirkist actions and much more" voice cheery but stern.

The man at the from desk blinked in surprise before processing what I said and let out a stuttered "y-yes".

The rest of the day goes about me meeting a kind man called Tsukauchi who helps me as I sue Aldera High and call in a couple of troublesome students and their parents, who although were a victim of the school's lack of discipline, were the main causes for endangerment of many students in the school. Including my son.

The main person being Bakugou Katsuki.

Which leads back to the Bakugou's showing up at my door.

"Yes, come in," I said, face blank as I led them to the kitchen table. "Tea?" I politely asked as they all took a seat.

"No no, we just wanted to discuss some things and then be on our way..." She said smile strained as she glanced next to her at a tense Katsuki, whose head is down and unusually quiet for such a loud boy.

I sat down across from the family of 3 and sighed. "Is this about Izuku?" I said, getting straight to the point. The family looked surprised at how straightforward I was acting but this didn't stop Mitsuki from steeling herself. "Yes, look I am so sorry for your loss, I should have raised Katsuki to know better than to- to do such things to poor little Izuku" she looked like she was on the verge of crying but continued "I- I just never thought that he would go that far, to bully his childhood friend like that-"

"look" I cut her off with a carefully neutral face. Katsuki flinched a bit but stayed quiet throughout the conversation. "I don't blame you. I don't blame any of you. The school is the one that failed our sons, and I am no better for not noticing my own sons' suffering" she tried to deny my claims but I held up a hand.

"I as his mother, the person he should know to depend on, should have done something. I won't say that I forgive Katsuki for what he's done" this made the Bakugou's all purse their lips except for the said person who can only clench their fists as they look away in shame "but I won't hold it against him" I finished off my sentence.

This earned surprised looks from all 3 of them.

"But I was the one who told him to kill himself! I- I bullied him for years and yet-" I cut him off

"I know. But I also know that Izuku wouldn't have wanted me to blame you. I have no right to go hating you, it doesn't help anybody." I said, eyes starting to get foggy as I pursed my lips to stop myself from crying with the reminder that my son is dead. Masaru who was quiet the whole time spoke up "he still needs to face the consequences of what we've done. Although he has shown guilt for his actions, I still can't allow him to go about this scot-free. I usually let him do what he wants, but after this incident, as a father, I have to finally stand up and fulfill my role. Me and Mitsuki have been talking and we plan on making sure that Katsuki doesn't become a hero-"

"No." I interrupted, eyes cold before he could go on.

This caused the couple to jump in their seats, as Katsuki could only stare wide-eyed in confusion at her.

"I refuse for you to take away his chances of becoming a hero."

"But Izuku wanted to become a hero and since Katsuki-" Mitsuki tried to explain

"No." I repeated once again causing further confusion. "Why?" Katsuki's hoarse voice said as he stared into Inko's unrelenting eyes.

"Katsuki, do you want to be a hero?" I said all of a sudden, facing him.

He hesitated but replied "... yes"

I nodded "then become one. I want you to become the hero that Izuku wanted to be. I want you to work towards the dream that he wanted so badly for as far as I can remember. I want you to bring justice to others who suffered the same fate as Izuku. So carry the guilt of his death and make sure another soul doesn't end up like my son" she finished off her speech, eyes narrowed as she looked him in the eyes.

His eyes were wide but after a second he nodded his head "of course" tone serious.

The rest of their stay was short, only small talk here and there.

Finally they were at the door, saying goodbyes.

"Katsuki" I called out to him. He stopped in his tracks and looked back at me as I stood at the door entrance. "Promise me you'll become the number one hero"

This surprised him and his parents who were listening in as they were about to get into the car.

His face became serious as he nodded "promise"

My face softened as I looked at him with a small smile, surprising the family. "Thank you. Also don't beat yourself up over this okay, as long as you know what you did wrong then reflect and make sure you never make a mistake like that again." I said softly.

I saw him stare wide-eyed at me for a few seconds, and then tears started pouring down his eyes. "I'm so sorry" he choked out through sobs as he tried to wipe away his tears. "I-I'm so sorry for what I did" he continued to say.

That's when it hit me. He's just a kid. A kid who didn't know any better. A kid... just like my little Izuku.

I hesitated in taking a foot forward but relented when I heard him continue apologizing over and over again. I brought him into a hug, my chubby arms wrapping around him as I pulled his head into my shoulder. He continued sobbing, repeating the words 'sorry' over and over again. I let my fingers fun through his spiky yet soft hair, as I repeated that "I don't blame you" until he calmed down.

This continued on for a few more minutes, his parents inside the car not interrupting us as they stayed quiet and just watched.

When he pulled back, he looked embarrassed. All I did was smile, as a memory of my son all flustered appeared in my mind, making my heart ache. Tears sprung from my eyes, as I looked at him, reminded of my son.

"Take care of yourself, okay, Katsuki," I said smiling, as he nodded stiffly and went towards his car, getting in. He ignored his parents' worrying eyes as they drove off after waving goodbye to me.

'Life is going to be hard without you Izuku... I hope you're happy where ever you are." I stared off into the sky, a sad expression on before returning back into my house.

THE PRESENT:

Still lying in bed, I finally decided to force myself to get up.

The Bakugou's visited again yesterday. There was only small talk before they left again.

I've been thinking a lot the past week. I believe that there are not enough people speaking up about quirkless people. Maybe I could do something about that, I thought to myself as I walked towards my computer.

I supposed I'll need help along the way.