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Jumping from one roof to another, the dark figure deftly moved through the night.
The metal staff gleamed in the night as it connected with the edge of the roof, helping the figure as they leapt over a great distance. Only the sound of metal hitting concrete accompanied the rapid movements of the figure. Reaching the lower building, the figure jumped down, hooked onto the ladder with hands to cushion the fall, and landed on the ground. They land with their knees bent slightly, absorbing the shock from the impact. The figure looked around and continued on its way deeper into the alley.
Walking almost noiselessly along the dark street, the figure stopped in front of a long-abandoned apartment building. Once inside, they closed the door behind them, wrapping a chain around the door handle. It would hardly work against a strong quirk, however, it would be able to stop some of the weaker intruders. The apartment was dark. The windows were covered with iron sheathing, effectively blocking the light from the streets.
Running a hand over the cold concrete walls, the figure headed for the stairs. Continuing to move quietly as they scanned the area, watching for any uninvited guests who, snuck inside while they were gone. Having not found any oddities along their way, the figure pressed a button on their staff to collapse it so it could fit easily into the palm of their hand. They opened the door to the third floor apartment they lived in, cautiously looking inside before entering and closing the door behind him.
Izuku removed his mask and sighed heavily, safe within his 'home'. Or, at least, as safe as one could be squatting in an abandoned building.
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10 years ago.
Izuku was flustered.
His mom had come and pulled him out of class, telling him they were going to see a quirk specialist!
Izuku had just turned four years old, meaning that he would be getting his own quirk! He was so thrilled to think about it. Will it be as cool as Kacchan's? The small explosions that he released from his hands were truly amazing. He is confident that when Kacchan begins to develop his quirk, the explosions will become even stronger. He and Kacchan were best friends, and they promised to be the most awesome heroes with the strongest quirks!
“Have you seen my quirk? With it, I can become such a cool hero!”
"Izuku, you better get your quirk as soon as possible, so we can train."
“Together we will become the best heroes! I will be number one, and you will be number two!”
"Come on, Izuku, keep up."
Izuku didn't want to lag behind. He will also get a cool quirk, and Kacchan will be proud of him!
Inko watched as her son excitedly swung his legs as he sat next to her on the bench, squeezing the figure of the All Might. She could see the confidence in his eyes as he thought about something.
Izuku wanted to be a hero. This was not hard to guess when he almost always stated as much with confidence.
The number of views on the video of All Might’s debut would only confirm this. She was pretty sure that quite a lot of the views on the video were due to Izuku.
But what strengthened this statements even more was his passion for heroes. If Izuku did not watch the video of All Might's debut, then he watched the news to evaluate the heroes he saw. He was interested in their quirks and behavior during the battles. His eyes lit up with excitement as he watched the scene. Inko is confident that if she hadn't reminded Izuku to sit further away from the TV, he would have leaned against it. Sometimes, when Izuku was particularly intrigued by a story or a quirk, he would start to mumble.
Inko knew that her son was smart. Sure, he still did not know how to read and write, but the way he thought sometimes amazed her. After a few minutes of watching the news, he could understand some of the basics of the hero's quirk, and then spend the evening telling her his theories on how to apply their quirk.
She was proud of him. She knew that he would become a hero.
Both Inko and Izuku were pulled out of their thoughts by the doctor as they looked out into the waiting room.
“Midoriya Izuku? You can come in now."
Inko stood up and held out her hand to Izuku, who eagerly took it as they went into the office. Sat in the chairs across from the doctor, Izuku nervously fiddling with the All Might figure's hands.
Attaching an X-ray of Izuku's foot to the wall, the doctor spoke in a deadpan tone, "There are some things you will need to come to terms with."
The All Might figurine fell to the floor from Izuku's now slack hands. His eyes widened, staring at the doctor with shocked eyes.
"What do you have in mind? Is there something wrong with him? Other children already have quirks. Is Izuku the only one-” Inko asked worriedly, sitting next to Izuku and looking at her son.
“Sorry madam, you seem to be from the fourth generation. May I ask about your quirk? "
“I can attract small objects, and my husband can breathe fire.” Inko replied, pulling the All Might's figure that had fallen from her son's hands to her.
The doctor thought for a while and said, “Usually, by this age, he would show one of these quirks or a combination of them. When the quirks first started to surface, scientists did an experiment. In this study, they proved that the absence of a quirk is tied to the presence of an extra toe joint. People who do not have this joint began to be considered a new stage in evolution." The doctor tapped his finger on the x-ray and continued “As you can see in this image, Izuku has an extra toe joint
“This means he has no quirks."
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10 years ago, a few hours later.
Izuku Midoriya was born without a quirk.
In a world where 80 percent of the population had quirks, Izuku did not. Basically, these 20 percent of quirkless people included old people. Those people having been born in a time when being quirkless was normal. Now, when almost every child had their own quirk, Izuku was considered strange.
Useless, weak, worthless. Little Izuku would listen to these words since childhood. But was this what worried him the most? That he didn't have a quirk?
No.
Izuku has lost not only a quirk, but also people close to him.
The first in his life to leave would be his father.
"Doesn't he have a quirk?" his father asked as soon as Izuku and Inko walked home, “I can't believe! My son has no quirk." he walked up to Inko and leaned menacingly over her. “Who did you give birth to? Some useless brat? Or maybe you cheated on me?"
“Hi-Hisashi, what are you talking about? Of course, this is your son!" she replied in a trembling voice full of unshed tears, stepping back.
Izuku stood to the side, clenching his shaking hands into fists. His eyes were wide with terror, and tears ran down his cheeks. He couldn't believe it. Doesn't daddy love him now? But what did he do? Izuku didn't understand. Of course, his dad was hot-tempered before that. They often quarreled with his mother. But he could never have thought that his father would say something like that.
Hisashi Midoriya was a lazy and selfish person. During the day, he worked in an old mechanics shop in a dysfunctional area of the city. In the evening, he drank with colleagues at work in an old bar nearby. He depended on Inko's money, and it was not uncommon to see him beg for money for another walk with colleagues. He took out all his anger at his life on Inko. He screamed, releasing fire from his mouth and smashing dishes in a fit of anger.
Usually Izuku would run to his room, not wanting to hear their quarrels. But this time it was different. His legs froze and he could only watch in horror as Hisashi first swung and hit his mother.
After a loud bang, there was silence. All that was heard were Izuku's quiet sobs and his father's heavy breathing as he tried to exhale less fire. For a while, everyone froze, and then Hisashi’s loud footsteps and the sound of the door slamming were heard. Inko fell heavily to her knees and covered her face with her hands, finally letting the tears roll down her cheeks.
Moving away from the shock, Izuku flinched and rushed to his mother. He fell on his knees beside her and hugged her tightly with his little arms.
“Forgive me, Mom. I didn’t want to, it’s all my fault, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.” Warm hands, wrapped around his cheeks, stopped his muttering.
"Izuku, you don't have to apologize, it's not your fault, darling." Inko carefully wiped the tears running down his cheeks. She smiled warmly at her son and wrapped her arms around his trembling shoulders in a supportive and soft hug.
They sat like this on the floor for a while.
Hisashi left, but they can handle it. As long as they have each other, everything will be fine.
On that day, Izuku lost his father.
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8 years ago.
Izuku is going to elementary school for the first time today. The beginning of the school year in Japan was accompanied by good April weather. It was still a little cold and sometimes a light cool wind blew, but there was not a single cloud in the sky and the sun was pleasantly warming.
Adjusting his backpack, a little six-year-old boy walked with determination from the school gates to the main doors. The school was small, two-story. As it should be for a regular school for children from six to twelve years old.
Izuku examined the other children with undisguised interest in his eyes. He was so excited! Perhaps today he will find new friends. He was eager to see the quirks of his classmates. Maybe they will allow Izuku to ask them a few questions so he can write the theories down in his quirk analysis notebook.
With the help of his mother, Izuku began writing ‘Quirk analysis for the future’. It was a terrific idea when Inko noticed that Izuku was mumbling more and more. She bought him a notebook and invited him to write down his theories there so that he could clear his head of constant thoughts of quirks. Well, it worked a little differently.
Now that Izuku had a place to write down his thoughts, he began to pay more attention to quirks. Inko only had to sigh and help him take notes, because Izuku still did not write well and did not know some of the words. He already had five volumes of quirk analysis filled with drawings, Izuku's sloppy handwriting, and Inko's neat handwriting. Izuku was proud of his notebooks. They motivated him to learn to write before other children.
Deep in thought, he did not hear rapid footsteps behind him, accompanied by small sounds of explosions, until he was face down on the ground.
“Deku! Don't you listen to me at all? How impolite to your classmate!" with feigned resentment, said his offender. Kacchan, of course, how could he forget. Of course, they had to go to the same school, because they live next door to each other.
"Are you ignoring me, Deku?!" Kacchan shouted, kicking him in the back.
Izuku cleared his throat from the dust and, hoarse from the weight of his leg on his back, muttered, “No! Sorry, Kacchan, I just-"
Before Izuku finished, he was kicked in the side and Kacchan grumbled in annoyance, "It doesn't matter, just stay away from me quirkless Deku."
A small group of children who were also on their way to school had stopped to watch the scene and gasped softly. The children began to whisper to each other and send sidelong glances at Izuku. Kacchan just snorted and continued on his way to school, leaving Izuku still lying on the ground.
Izuku clenched his fists, trying to hold back the tears that were pouring in. He got up heavily from the ground, feeling the pain in his knees from the blow. Izuku brushed the dust off his uniform and continued walking towards the school with his head low. He hunched his shoulders, trying to get smaller under the gaze of the other children.
Entering the school, Izuku trudged down the hallways. He would never have found the door to his classroom if it hadn't been for the sounds of muffled screams and explosions. Izuku didn't know if he was in the same class with Kacchan, but it was worth checking. Knowing his luck, he will definitely be with him in class. And of course, following the sounds, he came to the door with a sign of his class.
After carefully opening the door, Izuku entered the classroom. As if on cue, his new classmates stared at him, watching his every move. Lowering his eyes to the floor, Izuku walked over to an empty seat at the end of the classroom and sat quietly. The children turned away, but sometimes they cast a quick glance at him and whispered about something.
"What does quirkless mean?"
"That means he has no quirk, idiot."
"Doesn't he have a quirk?"
"What? I’m going to study with this freak?"
"I think we should stay away from him."
Izuku gripped his trousers tightly on his knees and did not take his eyes off his desk.
The Quirk Analysis Notebook was still intact.
On that day, Izuku lost hope of making friends.
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6 years and a few months ago.
On a hot summer day, the sun shone brightly and warmed Izuku. But nothing burned more than Kacchan's quirk. Izuku stood with his knees slightly bent and his fists raised in an attempt to defend himself. Tears of fear ran down his cheeks, but he stood his ground. Behind him, kneeling, a boy was crying.
Izuku swallowed and stammered, "Ka-Kacchan, can't you see he's crying? If you continue..." He breathed in more air and shouted "I will never forgive you!"
Kacchan just snorted at his antics. He slammed his fist into the palm of his hand, creating an explosion, and said, "Even without a quirk, are you still trying to be a hero, Deku?" The two boys behind Kacchan also activated their quirks: one boy climbed off the ground using his wings; and the other extended its fingers. They smiled viciously and lunged at Izuku.
Izuku knew how to dodge. He had too much practice not to be able to do it. Therefore, he easily dodged Kacchan's first blow. However, this did not help him in any way. As he dodged Kacchan's blast, the other boy's long fingers wrapped around his arm and threw him to the ground. Izuku cried out in surprise and momentarily closed his eyes from the dust that rose from the impact. Mistake. Kacchan lunged at him, grabbing his wrists, painfully pressing them to the ground and covering them with burns from the explosions. Izuku closed his eyes even harder from the bright light.
“You think that you're stronger than me, Deku?! You are weak! You are a Deku!" shouted Kacchan, effectively shouting over his own explosions.
Tears ran down Izuku's cheeks.
“Don't even think about pretending to be a hero anymore. You can never become one, you are simply useless! Kacchan continued, not noticing the blood trickling down Izuku's wrists.
Izuku's wrists burned. He could feel the warm liquid dripping from where Kacchan's hand was holding Izuku's wrists. He was in pain. But Kacchan's words hurt even more. Kacchan has been his friend since childhood. They were going to be heroes together. But look where that led. And all because Izuku was so useless. Worthless, powerless,
Quirkless.
After a few more screams, Kacchan calmed down. He walked away from Izuku, called his comrades and left. Izuku continued to lie with his back on the ground and stare at the sky with an emotionless gaze.
Later that day, Inko gasped at the condition of her son's wrists. She would ask what happened to him. To which he replied, “Kacchan just wanted to help me. We climbed a tall tree and I almost fell! Kacchan quickly grabbed my arms but accidentally used his quirk. Mom, he saved me! He's going to be such a cool hero!"
Inko would only hug him tightly and tell him to be careful. They would go to the doctor, but the burn scars would remain on his wrists. A a reminder of what really happened.
Izuku was a smart boy, he understood everything. Bakugo won't have to repeat that again.
That day, Izuku lost his friend.
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1 year and 4 months ago.
Izuku stopped at the school's old brick gate and stared at the four-story building in front of him. Aldera Junior High.
Looking around, Izuku, shuffling his red sneakers on the ground, headed for the school. He carefully analyzed his surroundings, glancing over other children. His head was lowered as he hunched his shoulders, and hands tightly clenched into fists on the straps of his yellow backpack.
This time he will not plunge into his thoughts within his head. He won't make that mistake again. During all those years in elementary school, Izuku understood a lot. It is important to keep an eye on your surroundings and be prepared for anything. Don't draw too much attention. You should try to blend in with the crowd. One must always have a way to escape.
But most importantly, he cannot be hopeful.
Izuku won't let himself be hopeful anymore. He will not fill himself with hopes and dreams, which then simply break apart like his heart. He doesn't want to experience that pain of broken desires. If he just prepares for the worst, it won't hurt so much, right? His past experiences were enough for him. He didn't think this school would be anything special.
Izuku made it to the school door without incident. He has not yet encountered his former classmates or Bakugo. In fact, meeting the explosive blonde scared him the most. Izuku didn't want to start his first day of school with bruises and dirty clothes like he had last time. Izuku already knew that Bakugo would be at the same school with him. There was nothing else to be expected. They lived nearby, so it was Izuku's destiny to go to the same school with Bakugo.
This time, Izuku did something smarter. He didn't have to look for his class. He carefully studied the school's website and found a plan of the entire building there. Why didn't he use this method last time?
After walking through corridors filled with other children, Izuku made his way to the door of his class. Putting a carefree smile on his face, he opened the door and entered the office.
This time they didn't stare at him as if he had a second head. But it was only a matter of time before a certain Katsuki Bakugo ruined everything. The gossip spread quickly, so Izuku did not hope for a long, quiet life in the classroom. Once his classmates find out, everything will be like in the last school. Perhaps even worse.
Even lost in thought, Izuku watched closely. Therefore, he easily noticed a boy approaching him. He smiled brightly at Izuku, waving her hand and sat down in the chair next to him.
"Hello, I am Azamuku Koto"
Izuku hadn't hoped to befriend him. Once he finds out that Izuku has no quirk, he will avoid him like everyone else. He might even mock him like Bakugo does, but Izuku didn't want to think about it. From Azamuku's slightly nervous gaze, he realized that he was too lost in his thoughts and had not answered the boy. As hopeless as it was, Izuku still wanted to be polite to his new classmate.
"Oh, I'm Midoriya Izuku." Well, that doesn't mean he'll be wordy.
The boy fidgeted nervously, twisting his fingers together. Most likely he was embarrassed by such a short answer. He glanced around nervously a little more, trying to think of a topic of conversation before turning back to Izuku and saying “Well, I didn't see you in my old school and I like to make new acquaintances, so... maybe we can be friends?" The boy blushed slightly and held out his hand to Izuku.
Only then did Izuku look more closely at the boy. He had straight, dark pink hair that was no less messy than Izuku's. He averted his yellow eyes in embarrassment from Izuku, but there were sparks of excitement from meeting new acquaintances that could still be seen in them. Finally, noticing the hand outstretched to him, Izuku swallowed nervously.
Of course Izuku would like to make a friend. But there were too many good reasons not to. Don't hope. Don't believe in the best. It was too much of a risk. But what if this time everything goes wrong? What if Azamuku continues to befriend him despite his quirkiness?
Izuku held out a slightly trembling hand, gently squeezing the other boy's hand as he smiled shyly. "I don't mind."
The other boy's eyes lit up even brighter. He was about to say something, when suddenly he was interrupted by the slamming of the door swinging open and a furious cry.
"Deku!"
So that is all.
With a loud stomp, Bakugo walked over to Izuku's desk and frowned at both boys. He was followed by a boy with a quirk of lengthening fingers. Finally realizing something, Bakugo frowned even more, light explosions crackling from his hands. Bakugo gripped the collar of Izuku's uniform, dramatically lifting him from the chair. "What have you decided to lie to your classmates, Deku?"
"What are you talking about, Bakugo?" Izuku's voice trembled slightly, for fear of getting new burns.
“How else did you get this guy to talk to you? Of course you're lying, Deku!" Bakugo screamed and his explosions became even stronger, lightly singeing his uniform.
Azamuku jumped up from his chair and stared at Bakugo in confusion. “What the fuck, dude? We just wanted to chat!" He spread his arms and looked from Izuku to Bakugo, trying to understand the situation.
“You want to hang out with Deku? You must be joking." Bakugo chuckled, letting go of Izuku and throwing a mocking look at Azamuku.
"Why don't I want to communicate with him?" The boy frowned at Bakugo.
Izuku dropped his eyes to the floor. And again he made this stupid mistake. He allowed himself to hope and now he will have to watch how it all collapses again. He clenched his hands into fists and closed his eyes to hold back tears.
"What, didn't he tell you?" Comrade Bakugo intervened in the conversation, he chuckled and casually waved his hand towards Izuku “He's just quirkless Deku. Who would want to talk with him?"
There was silence. Izuku didn't want to open his eyes. He didn't want to see the disappointment and disgust on Azamuku's face. It turned out that he didn't have to open them to find out how screwed he was. Azamuku's voice broke the silence, “Are you serious? A freak without a quirk in school with us?" Shivers ran down Izuku's spine, and his lungs clenched to block his air.
Bakugo's followers laughed hard at these words, and then in a feigned sad voice said, "Dude, we've been dealing with him since elementary school."
“Well, thanks for warning me. By the way, I'm Azamuku Koto.” Izuku didn't have to open his eyes to hear the smile in his voice.
The boys left Izuku, starting to talk about something with enthusiasm. But Izuku didn't listen to them. He had already heard everything he needed. He has already drawn his conclusions.
Izuku was a smart boy, but he still made stupid mistakes like this.
Sitting back down at his desk with his head lowered and his fists clenched, Izuku made a promise to himself.
He promised that he would never make these mistakes again.
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1 year and 2 months ago.
In the evening, Inko was returning home from work. She worked as a nurse at a hospital in Musutafu. The salary was small, but it was enough to support her and Izuku. Inko didn't ask for much and neither did her son. Basically, he asked to buy him only notepads and new colored pens. Previously, when Hisashi brought some money home, Inko could buy Izuku a poster or some hero figurines.
When Izuku was younger, he mostly asked for All Might's figurines. But later, when he began to write his analysis, he was carried away by other heroes. Once Izuku told her about Eraserhead, whom she had never heard of before. When she decided to search for some information about him on the Internet, she didn’t find anything.
“Izuku, can you tell me more about this hero? When I tried to find more information on the Internet, I failed." Inko asked, slightly embarrassed while having dinner with her son.
“Of course, there is little information about him. He's a underground hero!" Izuku put down his chopsticks and, with admiration in his eyes, happily answered her.
Inko leaned closer to Izuku and asked with interest, "Underground hero?"
Izuku gasped slightly at his mother's ignorance. “Heroes of the underground are heroes who work in the shadows. They are not in the ratings like other heroes, and there is almost no information about them on the Internet. This helps them to work more efficiently so that the villains cannot get information about them."
Inko nodded to her son and thought, “Well, they seem like good heroes. They work effectively and do not depend on the popularity and opinions of other people."
Izuku nodded furiously at his mom's words and enthusiastically declared, “Yes! They are really so cool! I want to know more about them. To do this, I need...” further Izuku began to mutter his plan, forgetting about the cooling dinner.
Inko just smiled softly and shrugged. She really knew little about the heroes, but she always tried to support the interests of her son. Whenever he started telling her about new heroes or quirks he saw, Inko listened intently. She tried to strike up a conversation with him, despite her little knowledge of Izuku's hobbies. Inko always listened to her son because she knew that it was very dear to him.
Midoriya Inko took great care of her son.
She knew that sometimes he was awkward. He often got scratches and bruises after walking. Izuku said they were just accidents: fell off a hill; slipped on the stairs at school; he was hit by ball while they were playing. He had many excuses. And Inko would have believed in them if she hadn't seen Katsuki and their other friends completely unharmed.
Don't think she wouldn't blame them for anything. It just looked like more than just accidents. Inko knew that her son wanted to be a hero. She herself repeatedly saw how he climbed a tree to rescue a neighbor's cat, which often climbed there and could not get down. What if Izuku gets caught in something more dangerous than rescuing the cat? What if it is because of this that he comes home bruised?
Inko wanted to protect her child, so she didn't think long when she heard him scream.
Inko ran towards a small park where her son used to play with Katsuki and other children. Her lungs clenched and her breath stopped in her chest. Of course, a mother would recognize the cry of her child. And oh god, Inko was terrified.
She let Izuku go out alone when he got older, but still told him not to go far. Izuku always listened to her. But even now in the park outside their house, Izuku was in trouble. If she cannot help him, it will be her fault. For no reason in the world, Inko didn't want Izuku to suffer. And whatever happens there, she will stop it.
What was her horror when she finally ran to the park.
Izuku was kneeling in the middle of a small clearing surrounded by trees and bushes. From his eyes frozen with horror, tears flowed down his cheeks and chin in a continuous stream. Hands clenched around the thin, sharp branches that wrapped around his body. With continuously twitching hands, he tried to unhook the branches from his body, but to no avail.
Behind Izuku stood a tall human figure. His skin was withered, like a tree, and instead of hair, leaves sprouted in disarray on his head. The man's eyes were closed, focusing on some goal. His long wooden arms split into thin branches and gripped Izuku's skin. The boy never noticed Inko and continued to scream and yell, choking on tears in pain.
Inko didn't know what to do. She didn't know how to deal with situations like this. Her only instinct was to protect her son. And she rushed to Izuku, thinking of nothing else but saving him. Running up to her child, she grabbed the branches and began to pull them away from Izuku. Her hands were scratched and started to bleed from the cuts, but she didn't care.
Noticing Inko, Izuku froze and, hoarse from uncontrollable screams and tears, whispered, "Ma-Mama."
"Shh, Izuku, it's going to be okay, I'm here."
The sound caught the attention of a man who hadn't noticed Inko the whole time. His black eyes opened to stare at Inko. The branches grew in size and began to squeeze Izuku even tighter, trying to hold onto him. “How dare you! I will not let you take my energy source. Do you even understand how difficult it is?" growled the wooden man in a hoarse voice.
Inko was completely desperate. She gripped the branches even tighter and activated her Quirk. With all the strength her quirk was capable of, Inko began to pull Izuku towards her. Izuku was too heavy for her quirk, but she could handle it. She felt that she was ready to pass out from fatigue overwork, but she had to save her son.
With all her strength, Inko pulled harder than ever and pulled Izuku out of this wooden cage.
"No!" the man yelled, staggering backward from the loss of tension.
Izuku fell heavily into her arms, but Inko could no longer move. She felt her body weakening and she was beginning to faint. "Izuku, my dear, I love you so much, forgive me for it turning out this way..." With the last bit of strength, she pushed Izuku away and shouted "Run, Izuku!"
“Strong quirk? You have a lot more energy than this brat!" shouted the wooden man, laughing delightedly, and rushed to Inko.
"No! Mom!" shouted Izuku, seeing his mother enveloping the same branches that had scratched his skin a few seconds ago. Izuku, only on Inko's lips, read "Please, Izuku, run."
But Izuku couldn't, he just couldn't. He screamed, sobs tearing his throat. He begged the man to stop. He pounded the ground with his fists in a fit of anger at the villain. But most of all, Izuku was angry with himself. Useless, worthless, powerless! He was only able to watch his mother suffer. There was nothing he could do.
Inko looked at her son, feeling the last energy leaving her body sucked through the villain's branches. She sobbed and watched her son suffer. God, she didn't want him to see all this. How she did not want to leave him at this age all alone. How she would like to see how Izuku grows up. How she would like to see her son become a hero. She's sure he would be such a good hero.
But if her death is the price to pay for Izuku's life, then it's okay. If she had been given a choice, she would have done it again, for his sake. She won't let Izuku die. He has not yet had time to feel real happiness.
Midoriya Inko loved her son.
She could die for him.
And she did it.