Betrayal.

-One.

Escape.

"Izuku! Did you even CONSIDER the consequences of your actions?!" Inko yells to the five year old as he cowers in his room, currently in his closet. She runs all around the house yelling at the poor boy who's covering his ears at her incessant yells and degrading words no five year old should be hearing. He attempts to burrow himself deeper into the random items and clothes that his closet contains.

"Midoriya Izuku, come here this instant!" She yells while walking towards his room. Izuku can only hear the sounds of heavy footsteps and what seems to be pots and pans clashing against one another, but that could have very much been vases against vases and paintings joining the battle. Maybe the earlier commotion of pots and pans had still rested in his mind and were overlapping the current events.

His door bursts open and his mother is there with a look of anger on her face, heavy breathing and some sort of kitchen utensil (Which looks like a rolling pin with a knife strapped to it with tape for extra reach.) thats following her breathing movements of rising and lowering.

"Izuku!" Inko screams, "Come out before I hurt you!" He stays where he is knowing either way something bad will occur. "One!" She starts to count to three, allowing Izuku a chance to come out of hiding for those seconds. "Two!" His time is running out yet he refuses to say anything, a hand over his mouth harshly to try and silence his breathing. "Three!" Inko's done with chances. She whacks the knife-rolling-pin-contraption around, hitting anything that crosses her path. Izuku's bed becomes a mattress with tears all over it, his blankets thrown around with tears as well, his nightstand has a leg broken and all the knickknacks knocked off. (Some broke from the impact to the floor.) His desk had two out of the floor legs destroyed and the desk itself was beat in, flipped over onto its top. Izuku's posters of All Might, The Number One Hero, were torn from the wall and ripped to shreds from Inko's bare hands while she screams bloody murder for Izuku to reveal his spot.

She finally makes her way to the last spot: the closet. Opening it, nothing is visible aside from clothes which are hanging (Although now currently on the floor after being ripped off of the hanger.) and some things on the floor like small toys and extra hangers.

Pushing around everything, she finally sees her son in the far back corner of the closet, barely visible. Izuku's breathing becomes more ragged with fear as his mother grabs his collar and drags him across the floor of his room, taking in no regard of the broken glass or other things which can hurt him. And they do. Being dragged across so many miscellaneous objects hurts his skin. "It hurts! Stop!" Izuku cries out in a feeble attempt for Inko to be less harsh with her grip and be more careful with him across the floor. His neck starts to hurt as well from the position he's being dragged in.

"Shut your trap! You didn't listen; this is what you get!" She lets him go, quickly hitting his back with the pin part of her weapon. He lets out a cry of pain from the impact, trying to move out of her field of reach. Inko keeps up with his shallow movements, harsher words than before were spilling from her mouth. Izuku's screams, blocking out most of the words she's saying.

After close to ten minutes of different forms of "discipline," its lessened into just a lecture, slightly worse than the scolding of a loving mother.

"How could you skip curfew?! Do you know what could have happened if you hadn't come back?! I would have been in trouble and have had to contact the authorities under the pretenses of," she clears her throat before having a high pitched voice, "Oh no! My son's gone missing! He's so precious to me!" She returns to her normal voice, "you would have made me do that?! Do you really think I care?! No, but for our reputation in the neighborhood, you can't be out late anymore and if you can't follow those simple instructions: no more school, no more outside, no more nothing! Understood?" Izuku nods quickly, his throat sore from what had happened. He knew better than to argue with Inko, especially angry Inko.