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Chapter 22: A Son's Grief

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Third-Person POV

A week after the encounter with Shigaraki Tomura, UA first semester has come to an end before the students proceed to their training camp.

Midoriya stare at the empty seat of his friend. 

"I hope everything alright for Y/n." Midoriya muttered, a worried look display on his face. 

"Tomioka has some personal problem he needs to tend to." Aizawa announced, causing the whole class worried.

"So that's what it is."

"I wonder what it is." Kaminari wondered.

"Whatever it is I hope everything is alright for Tomioka." Yaoyorozu stated.

"I'm pretty sure he can settle it. Tomioka is a tough and manly!" Kirishima exclaims, but deep inside he's worry about him as well.

Especially Aizawa, when his student was informing him about his situation. Y/n's voice was hoarse.

He wanted to ask what exactly happened but Y/n already hung up at that moment.

During the Class A swimming pool training, Midoriya tried to contact Y/n and ask how he's been doing. But he didn't receive any reply or answers whenever he calls.

"No answer from Tomioka?" Iida asked as he handed Midoriya a drink.

"Yeah. I couldn't help but worried about him. I wonder what kind of personal problem he's dealing."

"I'm worried about Tomioka too. I wanted to help, but there's nothing we can do. For now, let's just hope everything will be okay for him."

Midoriya slowly nodded and wanted to believe that.

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That night, Y/n remained rooted in place, his body trembling as he clutched the bloodied fabric of his mother's clothes.

The weight of guilt pressed upon him, the burden of failure and the grief of a son who had failed to protect and save his mother.

A single question echoed through his mind, fueling his anguish. Why had he been unable to prevent her death, to preserve her life from the grip of death's cruel embrace?

The crow, Kanzaburo, alit upon Y/n's shoulder, gently nuzzling his head against his face. The simple gesture, though silent, spoke volumes of comfort and companionship.

Kanzaburo's voice, and sorrowful, plead with the boy. "Little Giyuu.. Please.. Don't stay here..."

The boy remained silent, his head downturned, his face completely concealed by the thick curtain of his hair. The weight of his tears hung heavily, the sobs now racking his body, his grief palpable as he surrendered to sorrow.

He pushed himself to stand. His trembling hand clutched the folded fabric of his mother's haori, a tangible reminder of her memory.

As he slowly walked toward the mansion, the weight of his loss bearing down upon him.

"My mother deserves... a funeral.." Y/n muttered, quietly. "Kanzaburo.. Let's go to my father's grave.."

TIMESKIP