Wednesday's suck

(Just a short little one-shot I wrote)

           It was supposed to be a regular Wednesday, Inko realized. She had made Izuku's breakfast and waved him off as he went off to the mall with friends before she made her way to the grocery store before work. She didn't need much that week so she decided to just walk and enjoy the air, it was a relatively nice day out. The sun was out with a few clouds but not an unbearable heat, she dressed nice and decided she would make a pie to send to her husband. He wasn't able to visit that month due to work pilling up but she felt he deserved a little something from home. Especially after he sent her those new shoes she'd been wanting as an apology, Hisashi always sent the nicest gifts.

          She'd only made it down the block before things went downhill. Now, Inko wasn't a woman easily startled. Her husband ran one of the most successful Support items companies in the world and her son was a first-year hero course student who had fought more villains than some pros had. She could roll with the punches better than most MIA fighters, so to call her startled would be a complete lie.

She was more...

...miffed?

          Now she didn't exactly plan on a cloth being forced over her nose and mouth before being dragged into a van. But it wasn't like she wasn't prepared for it. Both her son and her husband were plastered on the news almost daily, and she knew there were some bad people after them both. So she was always aware that she could be kidnapped. Hisashi had told her as much when he proposed. So she wasn't startled or confused as to why she of all people was forced into the back of some van before being roughly tied up. She was just upset that her normal Wednesday was ruined, she wondered if they would let her call into work to tell them she couldn't come in. Hopefully, Suzanna wouldn't be too upset with having to do her paperwork without warning, she'd make her some truffles as an apology. Those were Izuku's specialty, maybe they could make a day out of it! Lord knows she hasn't seen him much since the dorms were brought up. He probably wouldn't be able to stay for the rest of the break now, darn! She really wanted to help him finish his crochet blanket for his friend that week!

          She huffed in the uncomfortable chair they had forced her in, she wondered who they had kidnapped her for. Hisashi or Izuku? She realized she'd learn soon enough when the blindfold was roughly pulled off her eyes, the man standing in front of her was scraggly and thin. He thankfully wasn't that poor boy Izuku found himself fighting so often, she would find him and teach him about proper moisturization and self-care!

          This man didn't look too young though, he could easily be older than her 37. However he could also be younger, not everyone looked her age if her son was anything to go by. He could look 12 one day and then 28 the next, it always depended on how much sleep he got and how made her tried with his hair. It made her chuckle remembering Izuku complaining to her about the fan mail he received. She pulled herself back into the moment when the scrawny man had started talking.

          "Welcome Mrs. Midoriya, I hope you find your rooming arrangements, acceptable." he grinned showing off some barely brushed teeth that Izuku would cry at. (He got a cavity once and decided never again, he might have better dental health than the most dentist) "I am Inosa, lovely to finally meet you. I sadly have a score to settle with your husband which is why you are here. So long as he gives me the money I ask for, you shouldn't come to any pain." He grinned and walked away. Inko pondered whether or not he'd eaten that day and if he would let her bake him some food, he looked skinnier than Izuku did back in middle school for heaven's sake!

          She glanced around the room and realized she was in some sort of basement due to the lack of windows and a stairwell leading up to the corner of the room. There were some large screens in front of her where the Scranny man and two others stood. Her chair, it seemed, was in the middle of the room and she was unable to see what was behind her. She sighed when she released her dress was dirty, she had just done laundry!