In Loving Memory

Is This a Problem? I'm Not Sure

Izuku was dropped off by the U.A campus grounds like he had requested. Regardless of the fact Yosuke had helped him out, something made him not want Yosuke to know where his mom's apartment was. Something was a little off about him, and even stranger, he seemed weirdly familiar. Something floated around in the back of his head, poking at his conscious mind but refusing to tell him what it was. Though he was sure he would remember Yosuke's voice (the kind that was so deep it felt almost like it was rewriting his genetics) and his fangs (who on Earth has fangs??) he couldn't remember where he remembered Yosuke from. Wandering down the familiar road, he found his way to his old apartment.

Upon passing through the front door, he looked at the clock. It was around nine-o-clock, Regardless, the apartment was dark, all the lights turned off. "She must have gone to bed," he muttered to himself. A bowl of food had been left on the table, entirely forgotten. Izuku wandered over, tentatively reaching for the bowl and finding that he could interact with things again. He smiled, grabbing a tupperware and pouring the remnants of the bowl into it, sticking it in the fridge and putting the bowl in the dishwasher.

Izuku started fixing up a few things around the apartment, like sweeping up the floor and starting the dishwasher, then wandered into his room to rest. Like it had been the last time he was there, the room was spotless, hardly a dust particle on anything. Izuku was exhausted, probably from having possessed Sakura. Just a quick nap, he decided as he climbed into his old bed and under the blankets. A rest long enough to regain his energy. He would need a lot of it if he was going to protect everyone the next day.

He woke up the next morning to the beeping of his mom's alarm clock. He hopped out of bed and ran out of the room so fast that he barely took time to check the clock and realize that, according to the clock, the U.A school day started in fifteen minutes. He had to hurry and meet Nana before getting to U.A. Izuku raced out the door, knowing he had a job to do.

Meanwhile, Inko MIdoriya had just woken up after having a rough time trying to sleep. She remembered having forgotten to start the dishwasher the night before and went to start it.Strangely enough, it had finished washing already. She looked at it quizzically. Maybe she had actually started it, she thought to herself. She dismissed the thought. Something was different about the apartment, but she couldn't place her finger on what.

The night before, her husband had texted her, saying he'd be in Japan for the week and he'd be home by 11 pm. Inko had left out a bowl of food for him just in case. She checked her phone, finding a text from Hizashi saying he would be showing up around nine the next day due to a delay. She looked over at the table. The bowl was gone. Inko raised an eyebrow. Now that was strange. She was sure she had left it out for him. She'd even texted Hizashi about it. Maybe he had come home and eaten it but went out to get her a surprise. But, as interesting as that would be, that wasn't something Hizashi would do.

Strange things had begun happening sometime after Izuku had died, but it was only recently how she started to notice that the dishes were done as soon as she got home from shopping, or how when she felt depressed for a little too long she found fresh-baked cookies in the cupboard. Previously the strange things could be dismissed, something like the door being locked when she went back to lock it when she was sure she had forgotten. Part of her wanted to mention it to Mitsuki or even her husband, though she feared being thought of as crazy for thinking so deeply about it.

In the corner of her eye, she noticed something. The door to Izuku's room was open. She walked over to close it, but noticed something else. His bed was unmade, like somebody had slept in it and was in a rush to leave. Something was up, she knew it. She typed out a text to Mitsuki. Do you want to meet for tea today? I have something to talk to you about.