Inko Midoriya was a devoted mother and wife; even if she often wondered if the latter was even worth her time. Her "husband" was overseas in fact he had been there soon after their honeymoon. He did come home to see their son, had been involved up until he was 4 years old then poof. He wasn't the man she had thought he would be. Now she was in a loveless marriage raising their… no her son.

She loved her son, more than anything. But she had made a major mistake. Her son wanted to be a hero, like most children in their society. When he was diagnosed quirk less that it happened. Her son was in shock; crying and asking if he could become a hero. She should have said yes, that he could do anything he put his mind to, but instead she only managed to sob that she was sorry. They never addressed it after that. Now 4 years later Izuku had been keeping things from her. He would always smile and tell her he was fine but she knew better. When she would push, he would pull away. She didn't know what to do. She didn't really have anyone to ask. Her friend Mitsuki just told her to smack him around; that was not really a viable option in Inko's opinion, besides the fact she was sure that Mitsuki's son was part of the problem. There was a Dr. that had recently asked her out on a date, but when she told him she was married he asked her to coffee. It had been nice; he was easy to talk to. It was a chance for at least another friendship. But burdening someone she hardly knew wasn't right.

She came home that day after a long shift when she opened the door she knew something was wrong. Her son was sitting on the couch crying. He then lifted his shirt showing her burn wounds and scars that were obvious signs of abuse and told her "Mom, I need help." She burst into tears and ran to her son. They immediately took him into her arms and then her training kicked in and she started to access the damage. She was asking questions he was deflecting a little but then he would wince and tell her the truth, all of it. How could she had been so blind. She had let herself be blind over her own guilt, her low self-esteem, her own failings. Inko steeled her self and her inner mamma Bear broke out. She was going make this right, she was not going to take this anymore. She needed to be a pillar of strength for her son. She wiped the tears from her eyes, looking him straight in his and said "Ok, Izuku let mom help you."

They went to the hospital, Izuku telling her all about the abuse. The teachers never doing anything, how he was afraid to say anything to her, that he was already a burden being quirk less, that he had ruined her marriage, and that he was hurt when she didn't say he could still be a hero. Inko did the best she could to absorb all the metaphorical gut punches. The last one got to her. She had her arm around her son and told him the truth.

She had messed up. She should have told him to follow his dreams but all she could think about was him getting hurt. He was her world and that had made her hesitate. That wasn't going to be case they were going to tackle this together. As a team. When he mentioned therapy, she was kind of surprised but immediately knew it would be a good idea. When he me told her he wanted her to go to, she had to ask why. He then told her, the way she would be so down, that she was depressed. She told him it was stressed but then he cut through her arguments with things she felt she had been putting down quite well. But it was the way he said it; like he was listening to something then repeating it. She was going to have to get an answer to that soon but first thing first was hospital, police, new school, and therapy.

She took him to her hospital and they saw him right away. As luck or fate would have it the Dr. that she had coffee walked into the trauma room. He was surprised to see her and her son, he immediately got to work. He listened, then once he heard about the attacks he brought in a DNA collection specialist. All the while talking to Inko getting her side and Izuku's as well. He told them that he was going to have to contact the police as this was assault. Once the DNA had been collected, he got to work patching up her son. He was gentle but he also started giving her son a lecture about how keeping this hidden was dangerous. The kid protested but Inko saw that wince again. The doctor did his job rather well. Before asking to speak to Inko in the hallway.

"Thank you, Dr. Tsukiko"

"Please Mrs. Midoriya call me Alex."

"No, I couldn't Dr."

He fixed a stern look upon her, his purple eyes boring into her green. "Alex" he added firmly.

"Inko" she replied.

He smiled; it was a nice smile she thought. "Inko, the police are going to come and interview your son and you. Also, you are going to probably have to interview with Child Safety." He placed a calming hand on her shoulder. "It will be ok; it is routine for things like this. Just answer truthfully and everything will be ok. You should probably look into therapy for him."

"I know, that was part of the plan Alex-san"

He pulled out his wallet and handed her a card. "This is a friend of mine. She is very nice. She is American I hope that doesn't bother you. Just tell her assistant that I gave you the card. If you don't like her you don't have to see her, I will not be offended."

"Thank you, Alex-san"

"It's my pleasure Inko, we can talk some more over breakroom coffee when you get a chance. Now go take care of your son." With that he turned and walked down the hall, a nurse running up to him and handing him a chart. She looked at the card 'DR. Ce'nedra Dayspring, Psychologist, Psychotherapist, MD.' She slipped it into her pocket and walked back into the room.

-Inside the room-

Is this the right thing to do? I mean Kaachan is going to get in trouble isn't he?

I fucking hope so. Look this kid isn't your friend. He is an abuser; he is going to keep on abusing people. Now that has the potential to lead him down a very dark path. YOU, cannot help him by being his victim. How can you be a hero by enabling him? It's like he was addicted to drugs would you go buy him the drugs?

No. I would get him into a program.

Exactly, obviously the schools aren't doing anything for him neither are his parents. That kid needs fucking help. And so do you. You have some serious self-esteem issues, your desire to sacrifice your self isn't healthy.

But a hero is supposed to be self-sacrificing. Aren't they?

True but you are doing it in way that is just reckless. You're thinking that if you die doing something "heroic" then your life will mean something. Kid that is just now how this works. If you want to be a hero, a true hero, then yes laying down your life so others may live is definitely apart of it. But that should not be the first course of action, lets just run in and die so someone might live. All your life people have been telling you that you are worthless and you started to believe that. No one's life is worthless as long as they do their best; and sometimes doing your best isn't going to be enough. No matter how great of a hero you become, people will die, you cannot save everyone. People will get sick, injured, look at you say why didn't you do something, when you did all you can. No one is perfect. You need to learn that and accept it.

But I want to save everyone with a smile on my face.

Never going to happen. Not everyone not even your All-Might can. This is going to be harsh but bear with me. You are not All-Might, never going to be, never could be. Not because you don't have quirk, even if you had his quirk. YOU are your own person just as he is. Look to him for inspiration but stop trying to be an imitation. BE YOU.

Be me? But I'm nothing but a Deku.

No Midoriya you are a person first and foremost just as deserving of love, hopes and dreams as the next person. Quirk or no quirk. Second, you need counseling. Third you need to take some responsibility.

For what? I didn't ask to be born like this.

You are misunderstanding. I'm not saying anything about the quirk less part. What have you done to compensate for that? Training: Nope, Work Around: Nope. Exercise: Nope. All you have done is hang your head and take the beatings. Partially because you didn't feel that you were worthy of it; hence therapy. If you don't have a super power, then train you mind and body. Turn that hero analysis to some gadgets to help you out. Izuku mind flooded with images from comics, movies all kind of things of some guy and his "Kids?" running around no powers fighting crime with their wits gadgets and a true super power MONEY. (*Author Note* FUCK YOU FIGHT ME). I see all kinds of your heroes running around in support gear, that's what you are going to need.

He could see it, some sort of weapons, things to make travel easier, catch criminals, all of it.

All right let's do it, let's GOOOOOOOOOOO

YEA LET'S GO RIGHT TO THERAPY TO WORK ON OUR MENTAL HEALTH. YYYYYYEEEEEAAAA

You really where a dad weren't you.

Yuppers, a comic book loving, video game playing, stress bearing, depression having, Dad. But I learned something very important. You have to look at someone or everything and try to see it all. The faults, the good and the bad. Some of these heroes you look up to are trash. They do it for the money or the fame. Some do it for the right reasons but don't do more to enact change. Your All-Might great hero but doesn't do enough on the social side. He has tons of cash but you never see him spend it on out-reach or political reform. He has some campaigns here and there but nothing real. Just remember see the faults don't put blinders on. NOTHING IS PERFECT BUT IT DOESN'T MEAN WE STOP TRYING. Now I have a question for you?

HUH? Ok what is it?

Where are all the flying cars and shit? You guys have had 300 years of superpowers and yea some shit is better but you guys are seriously failing on advancing all mankind area.

I never thought of that before.

The more you know. Remember always push forward, standing still is a good way to get pissed on in a wind storm.

What? He just started laughing. When Inko re-entered her son's room he was sitting in the hospital bed laughing his ass off holding his guts. Did he just crack?

-Mother and Son plus Voice makes three-

"Izuku darling are you ok?"

"Yea mom, well no but you know what I mean"

Good answer. You should probably tell her about me. You and her are starting over it wouldn't be good if you keep secrets at the start of you relationship.

But what if she thinks I am crazy.

Ask her for some faith. Honesty and trust is always a two way street, kiddo. Never blindly trust someone. You can give them the benefit of the doubt, but blind trust can be dangerous.

"Hey Mom, I. I need you come sit down and promise not to freak out, or the very least to just listen to me all the way before you do anything? Can you do that for me?"

Inko had never heard her son talk this way. She was a little nervous. Not sure what he was going to tell her but she had to find out and listen. She didn't want things to back slide after all they had been through today. "Ok sweetie, I promise I will listen before I do anything."

Izuku took a deep breath. "Ok so today I was standing up to Kaa…Bakugo when he had knocked me down and was ready to kick me. I heard a voice in my head telling me to move…."

Inko sat there. First impulse was to call the doctors her son was hearing voices. But it had just started today for some reason. As much as it pained her to think after asking Izuku some questions, today was not much different than other days. And from her training well this voice did tell her son to apparently beat the snot out of Bakugo, it then had told him to run for life. To talk to his mom, to ask for help, to open up and be honest, to get therapy. And tell him to get pissed on in the wind for some reason. Oh, not to mention to tell him to tell her about this voice. Honesty and Trust. HONESTY AND TRUST.

"Okay, I am not going to lie to you Izuku. This has me a little afraid its not normal to hear voices talking to you like this unless it's a quirk; which your friend, Mr. Tracy, is very certain he is not. Due to American, children etc. Also, he had no idea how he got here."

Izuku nodded.

"Even though this does bother me I trust you. But I want you to tell me what he talks to you about if you can write it down."

It is reasonable. In my time if you were hearing voices, you were just labeled as crazy.

"What did he say?"

"He said it was reasonable to him, that in his time people just thought you were crazy."

"What do we do now Mom?"

"Well the first thing we are going to do is wait for the police and fill a report. Tomorrow I am going to file a complaint against your school, and pull you out of there. We will find you a new school to go to. Then I am going to call this Psychiatrist that the doctor recommended and see if we can make an appointment for you."

Her too. She needs to get her head on right as well. You both need this.

"He says you to. That we both need to get our heads right."

'So, he can hear us that makes sense' "Why does he want me to go?"

"He says he recognizes signs of depression. And other problems he says isn't for a son to hear."

'Well, it wouldn't hurt anything and if Izuku see's me going then that would help him.' "Okay I will go as well."

The mother and son didn't get to talk much longer as the police arrived shortly there after to take statements, they told the two (three) that once the had the samples for the DNA collection they would be in touch. But they were going to go interview the perpetrators to get their side of the story.

Soon after they left Izuku fell asleep it was a had been one of the if not the most physically, mentally, and emotionally draining day. Inko looked at her sleeping son, taking his hand in hers as she drifted off. "I hope I can trust you Mr. Tracy, help me take good care of my boy." She never heard the response she just hopped that it was pleasant.

I will Inko, I may not have all the time but I promise to do what I can with what time I do have.

*Authors Note*

Thank you for taking the time for read. I think there will be a skimming of a few events the next chapter. Things I don't feel need to much detail put in but I may go back and take care of later.