Hisashi Midoriya was escorted to the waiting police car. The officer helped him in, lowering the man's head into the vehicle. He was already in handcuffs as well as having been restrained by the legs. The officers weren't taking chances with a Villain like this.
"You understand that everything you say might and will be used in court against you", the driver waited for his partner to step into the car with him, explaining the criminal his rights while doing so. The officer was a muscular man, clearly an owner of some powerful Quirk as well. There was no use even trying to escape.
Hisashi sighed, "I know."
He had heard those same words many times. He knew his rights from front to back. He had to, it was an occupational thing.
The car stared, turning to leave the park. The car slowly rolled out and took the shortest route to the station.
Hisashi got another glimpse of his son in the back of an ambulance. He could see that there was blood, a lot of it. There were many people around little Izuku, caring for him.
Hisashi closed his eyes, leaning back on his seat. The things hadn't always been like this.
They had been a loving family once.
Just where had it all gone wrong?
"Dear? Do you think this makes me look huge?" Midoriya Inko asked her husband, waking him up from a nice nap on the living room sofa.
It was a late afternoon, both the adults had finished with their jobs and were currently home resting and planning the upcoming weekend.
Midoriya Inko was a petite young woman. Her body was slim and her short green hair always on a ponytail on the left. Her green eyes were big and kind, shining like stars when she got excited. She was kind and would often cry about the smallest things.
The two had initially met when they had studied in the same school, in different classes though. They were high school sweethearts, having married soon after graduation. It had been a small ceremony, just the family and closest friends having been invited.
The two had moved in together and begun working. Hisashi worked odd jobs while Inko worked the checkout at a nearby grocery store. They weren't rich, but getting by just fine.
"You look gorgeous", Hisashi yawned, "No matter what you wear."
"Oh you", Ino let her husband peck her cheek, "But isn't the belly too big? Should I just wear the loose dress instead?"
"You are pregnant Inko. That's normal."
The two had found out that they were pregnant just three months ago. The bump was just beginning to show and the mother was slowly getting used to her new size and center of gravity.
The wardrobe had been the number one difficulty these past few weeks, Inko dragging her husband out shopping with her on the weekends. The new mother had heard the stories of having to buy a new set of clothes altogether but she hadn't thought that it would really be the case. She was wrong.
They both had been surprised when the doctor had told them the news, but quickly accepted and even been happy. They hadn't known that they wanted a child.
They were currently planning the nursery. The old guest bedroom would have to go and become a room for the newest family member. It would be their little project.
"We aren't even sure of the gender yet", Hisashi mumbled as he watched his wife glare the buckets of paint on the shelves.
They were at a local hardware store looking at paints and other essentials for the nursery. Inko had had a sudden surge of inspiration and energy despite being six months already and decided that this weekend, they would get the nursery painted and ready. They had already gotten some furniture from their parents.
"The doctor said that it's a boy in the check-up", Inko caressed her belly, "I feel like that too. Mother's instinct. Just believe in me."
"Whatever you say", Hisashi shrugged. He didn't want to start an argument with a pregnant woman in a store. She had become quite moody these past months and would surely get them banned from the store altogether if he got her started.
"What do you think of green? Baby blue and pink are so basic. I want something new", Inko was pointing to a bucket of mint green paint, "I bet Izuku would love it!"
"Sure… Wait, Izuku?"
"Yeah, Izuku. I just decided. Isn't it a good name?"
"You're really ahead of yourself", Hisashi smiled, "It's perfect."
"Good! Now let's buy me a rocking chair!"
Hisashi opened the door with a small click, stepping into the apartment and taking his shoes off. He put his jacket onto the hanger and left his satchel on the floor.
"Honey, I'm home!" he walked into the living room.
His beautiful wife was on maternity leave already. The doctor had given her some after diagnosing her with depression and anxiety related to pregnancy.
As Hisashi had expected, Inko was lying on the sofa once again. Her belly was getting uncomfortably big and kept her from getting a good sleep at night. She often napped throughout the day as result.
"Huh? Is that you dear?" Inko mumbled as she slowly woke up, carefully sitting up.
"No, don't stand up", the man sat down onto the sofa instead, putting pillows down to support his wife as she sat.
Inko relaxed as she leaned to Hisashi, "How was your day? Anything good happen?"
"Nothing really. My boss didn't like the idea when I suggested that I should stay home and take care of you. Not that it matters because I will."
"You don't have to", Inko smiled, flinching when the baby decided to practice his kicking once again. He had been doing that all evening, making it hard for the mother to do much anything. Izuku was really becoming an active little baby.
"But I want to. Who was the one I found yesterday crying her eyes out in the bathroom?"
Inko sighed, "Me."
Yes. She had done that. She actually did that almost daily. Not necessary always in the bathroom but she cried daily. The whole pregnancy was just getting to her. She couldn't even point out a single thing about it, it was just everything about it.
"I feel like a beached whale whose insides want out."
"Don't. You look gorgeous", Hisashi silences his wife.
She clearly didn't see how well she looked even when in a situation like this. It must be what they call the pregnancy glow since she definitely looked like she was shining to the man.
"And even if you were, I'd chase you all the way to the depths of the ocean. My little Moby Dick", Hisashi kissed her on the forehead.
"Aren't you a romantic?" that got Inko to laugh. Her husband's humor always got her.
"And I wouldn't kill you. I'd keep you all to myself, admiring you my every waking hour."
"Oh stop it already", Inko hugged him, "Thanks. That made me feel a bit better."
"Just a bit? Guess I need to try better."
"There's always next time."
The baby had decided that it was time in the middle of one otherwise calm July night.
Inko had woken her husband up, screaming bloody murder as the water broke.
"I-I'll call a taxi! No, an ambulance!" Hisashi got his phone, dialing the number. He checked his wife before making the call, telling the nurses what the situation was.
"Yes, there's blood. Yes, she's hurting real bad", he told them, fetching everything he could to stop the blood. Most the household's towels would have to be replaced when they finally returned home. These would be soiled.
"They'll be here soon. Don't worry", Hisashi told Inko, who was trying to find a comfortable position. He had already taken out the hospital bag they had packed in advance. Thank god for that. He wouldn't have had the idea what to take.
"It hurts!" Inko screamed, squeezing her husband's hand for dear life.
Her knuckles were white and her face red. She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving with every breath. The occasional contraction sent her to another fit of screaming and crying.
"It's alright. It's alright", Hisashi kept saying, repeating the mantra over and over again.
In truth, he had no idea how he could ever help his love. He felt so useless. All he could do was hold her hand and tell her it would all be alright. He didn't even know if that was the case.
Hisashi ran to the door when the ambulance arrived, guiding the two nurses into the bedroom and to his wife. He couldn't read anything from the two faces as they checked the patient. They were professionals, trained not to let their emotions show.
"H-How is she?" Hisashi asked the two. They were in the elevator, headed down and straight into the waiting vehicle.
"She'll be fine. Just keep holding her hand", a nurse told him, "You can tell us her medical information in the ambulance. We also need her possible allergies and such."
Hisashi nodded, watching Inko be transported to the bed in the car. Her face was much calmer now, the meds having kicked in. The nurses had had to give her some strong pain medicine.
"I'm right here. I love you Inko", he whispered, sitting next to the bed as the ride to the nearest hospital begun.
"You are the husband of the patient and the father of the child, is that right?" a doctor asked Hisashi as they were finally in the hospital.
The ride had seemed to last forever. It was truly only about twenty minutes. Twenty minutes too long that is. Inko had drifted in and out of consciousness throughout. The nurses had spoken in hushed whispers the whole time as not to worry the husband.
"Yes. I am" Hisashi nodded dumbly. He was exhausted and he wasn't even the one lying on the hospital bed.
"Do you have a name for the little one already?"
"Izuku. Izuku Midoriya."
"Alright. Your wife will be taken to surgery shortly. We'll have to perform C-section. It's for the safety of both the mother and child", the doctor explained, "Would you like to join in the room?"
"Of course", Hisashi nodded, taking the baby blue bundle of clothes a nurse gave him alongside gloves, a mask and safety glasses.
"We'll be starting shortly."
The hospital bed was reeled to another room.
There were bright lights. The smell of disinfectant burned in the nose and eyes.
Hisashi sat by the wall, couple long strides away from the bed his wife was lying on. He listened to the quiet orders between the nurses and the doctor. The clanking and humming of the equipment were a constant white noise in the room.
The beeping of the heart monitor was slow but constant. It was a small hope for the waiting man, telling him that his love was alive still, breathing on.
Hisashi felt like he was lost. He couldn't see. He couldn't hear. All he could do was hold his head in his hands and wait. It felt like he was sinking deeper and deeper into the darkness around him.
A small cry pierced through this void, making the man finally rise his head and see the world around him. The light hit his eyes like a torch, forcing him to squint his eyes.
"Congratulations! It's a healthy baby boy!" a nurse cheered, wiping the small baby clean with a towel and cleaning his airways with a small device.
"Hisashi? Where are you?" a tired voice came from the bed, "Come here. Come see your son."
Inko was alright. Inko was calling for him. The man rose from his chair, quickly walking to his wife's side and onto the waiting chair the nurses had fetched for him.
The new mother didn't look good at all. Inko was pale like a ghost, her sweaty hair clinging to her face. Her eyes were puffy and red, tears falling from them. This time they were happy tears though.
Hisashi's eyes were getting wet too.
"Isn't he beautiful?" Inko breathed out, "I think he has your nose."
Hisashi couldn't help but smile when the baby opened his eyes, his mother's green eyes revealed from beneath. Izuku squealed, then yawned widely before settling back down again. He was very calm and well-behaved for being only minutes old.
"Do you want to hold him?" Inko asked, letting a nurse lift the precious bundle to her husband's waiting arms. Her own strength simply wasn't enough.
"He's so small", Hisashi breathed out, poking the baby's fat, freckled cheeks.
Little Izuku grabbed his finger, gurgling. He stared up at his father, question in his eyes.
"Hi little guy", Hisashi smiled, "I'm your father."
Inko laughed quietly, "You'll be a great father. He loves you already. He got that one from me."
"The feeling is mutual."
"Come here. I want to see you both."
Hisashi kissed his wife as he lowered the baby back onto her chest. He then sat down and half lied on the bed with Inko. The whole family was together at long last.
"I'm so happy", Inko breathed out and closed her eyes.
"I am too. Are you tired? You can rest now. We'll be here when you wake up", Hisashi kissed her once again.
Izuku had fallen asleep already, cuddling to his mother.
Inko nodded, "I'll just have a little nap. We can take pictures after that."
"I brought the good camera too", the husband added, "We can frame them and put them in the living room. Next to our wedding photos and all."
"I'd like that. Tell me more."
"Then, when Izuku and you are well enough to leave the hospital, we'll return home as one big happy family. I added some finishing touches to the nursery. A little surprise to you both."
"What did you do? I hope it's nothing too bad."
"I love it how much you trust me", Hisashi huffed playfully, "I bought that mobile you were eyeing before in the store."
"The one with the flying heroes?"
"That one. I still don't get it why you wanted that one. It doesn't fit the theme at all."
"They're heroes. They'll protect Izuku from bad dreams", Inko smiled.
"And I'll protect you. Now get some rest. You've deserved it."
He watched Inko let out a long breath, a smile on her lips. Then she stopped.
"Inko? Inko?!" Hisashi screamed as nurses and doctors flocked around the bed, checking the machines and tubes, whispering again.
Panic began to settle in the pit of Hisashi's stomach. Inko didn't answer him and the hand be had gripped in desperation was cold, too cold.
"Please mister. Let go of your wife. We can't help her if you don't let us", a doctor told him, guiding the man to sit where he had been before. They had to give the man a mild sedative. Hisashi didn't even flinch when the needle entered his arm. He just kept staring at the bed on which his dear wife was lying on, seemingly lifeless.
Izuku was taken from his mother and put into a warm incubator. The baby whined a bit after the separation but quickly settled down and fell back to a calm slumber.
A shrill, continuous beep filled the room.
The nurses put their hands down, lowering their heads. None tried to touch the patient anymore.
"Midoriya Inko. Time of death 4:56 due to birth complications", the doctor solemnly stated as a nurse covered the body's face with a white sheet.
Hisashi Midoriya's world fell apart. You could almost hear it shatter as the doctor told him the news of his wife's passing.
The house seemed so empty, so cold. It didn't feel like a home anymore.
The cheery colors of the nursery seemed to mock Hisashi whenever he entered the room. The music from the toys and the mobile ringing in his ears.
They had quickly moved away from the apartment, leaving behind the happy family life that was supposed to be. The new house was a single bedroom apartment in a notoriously bad neighborhood. The rent was low, and honestly, Hisashi couldn't bring himself to really care anymore. it had been the first free one that he came across when looking at the ads.
Midoriya Izuku had been released from the hospital only a week after the mother's death. He was a perfectly healthy child, cheery but quiet. His huge green eyes were just like his late mother's.
The nurses had asked to speak with the newly single father and find out if he was fit enough to take care of a baby. They never got to that though, as both the father and the baby disappeared before they could do so. No contact was made after that and the family slowly forgotten.
Izuku was what people called an easy baby. He would sleep when put to bed, eat his food when offered and cried only when there was a clear reason for it. He wasn't fussy and kept himself entertained with the toys the parents had bought him.
In order to deal with the pain of loss and the loneliness, Hisashi Midoriya begun drinking heavily.
He quit his previous job and quickly got involved with the wrong people. He began with small crimes like theft but quickly moved to heists and scams. He was making a nice amount of money, affording his wet lifestyle alongside the cigarettes and the occasional drugs he did.
Izuku was growing up in this toxic environment.
It was like he was immune to it though, as he was still cheerful and didn't seem to actively avoid social interaction. He actually enjoyed it, babbling away whenever there was someone to listen to the baby-talk.
And despite all his father's faults, he was still alive and well after two years. Izuku was both small and thin for his age, smelly and overall a mess but alive all the same.
That was when the father had first made contact with Kurogiri and the rest of the Villains in the bar. It had been a stormy night and the man had been especially drunk, taking a walk with his son. Something he did rarely, when he was either very drunk or in a good mood.
Izuku had learned to move around very quickly. He had to if he wanted to get any food back home. He often had to scour for it, usually finding a box of cereal or leftovers from his father's meal.
The shady man had quickly become the boy's godfather and would take care of the child when the father couldn't. He even had the key to the apartment and the permission to stay for a night or two if needed when Hisashi was gone.
The bartender was teaching the boy to speak. Something Hisashi didn't actively do. He would read to the child, spelling out simple words for Izuku to repeat.
Izuku also watched the TV a lot. Possibly because that was what his father preferred. The man would place the child on the armchair, flip the TV on to some children's cartoon and leave to do something else. It kept the boy both quiet and out of the way.
That was how the love for heroes had sparked and it hasn't faded since.
Hisashi Midoriya hit his son for the first time when Izuku had been two or three. The memories were hazy, coated with the sweet release of alcohol.
The kid had done something he shouldn't have, like dropped a plate or something else very minor. But Hisashi's mind had gone blank, he had seen red and just released all the bent-up anger inside of him.
Izuku had been sent flying to the fridge, smashing the back of his head to the hard surface.
There had been a huge bruise, but nothing more. Maybe a headache, but no serious injury.
Hisashi had panicked at first, but then a sudden calm had come over him. He felt good having hit his own son. He was truly a monster.
"I'm so sorry, Inko."