Wrong (Izuku Midoriya x reader)

3.

7th grade
1st pov

The news was on, but I didn't take one glance at it. I already knew what it was about. My mom was killed. She was dead. The one who cared and loved for me. Her stories would never be heard from again. I didn't cry, just stared at the ground in the office, in which I was called into to be interrogated. They knew it wasn't me but they wanted to hear about what I knew. She had been dead for 13 months and just recently found her corpse. I was devastated. I never got to say goodbye, kiss her, play with her, anything at all in over a year and what made it worse was the fact that it was so long that she was dead and gone and nobody even thought about looking for her.

"Ms. L/n. I'm sorry to hear about your mother."

"Yeah well sorry can't give her back. I wanna know who killed her. Why didn't anyone go looking for her? She was dead 13 months and no one said anything to me and you guys didn't even find her on purpose! It was an accident!!"

I had glanced at the detective who held a look of pity towards me. They had my hands cuffed and covered. I was to be locked up after this or taken away from my home anyway so I didn't care what kind of attitude I gave him.

Before

Someone knocked on the door.

"Dad I got it!"

I opened the door, expecting Midoriya or something, maybe even a package but frowned at the 2 police officers and what I can guess detective. My smile faded slowly at the unexpected visit.

"Can..I help you?"

"Im sorry to tell you this, Ms. L/n...but your mother has been murdered. Her body was found and the cause of death was multiple stab wounds to the chest.."

....

What?

She promised she'd be back. This man stood at my door, telling me my mother was dead...and nothing else?

"Your lying. She isn't dead. She can't be because she told me she was coming back and this case she took wasn't a big deal."

I tried to close the door but an officer grabbed my hand and stopped me. In return I grabbed his arm and he froze. His grip on my arm loosened subtly but I was too freaked out to notice. Tears welled up in my eyes, fear, sadness, anger, any bad emotion was felt. I was upset over and beyond. Why were they telling me without my dad? They shouldn't just go to a door and say that! There was no way it was my mom, it had to be a mistake!

"Let go of me!!"

Well, he did let go of me after I had wiggled and moved away. But he fell immediately instead of walking back or going back after me. I watched the detective kneel down and shake him, trying to wake him or help him up, whatever had happened to him but as he put his fingers to his neck to check his pulse, his eyes visibly widened. He started CPR on the man for an unknown reason and it freaked you out worse. After about a minute the man stopped, sighing as the pulse never even faltered at being gone. His eyes reached mine and the words he spoke to me had changed my life forever.

"You killed him."

My eyes widened and I slightly gasped. The man in front of me now dead, and now it's my fault?

"No I didn't! I couldn't have! I don't even have a quirk! Dad! Please!!"

I screamed as tears began to stream down my face. It wasn't me! I couldn't have. What about my mom! I can't deal with this! Somebody please help me!!