Chatting Through the Multiverse

[Three] >< Vigilance

Inko and Izuku pushed through the police station doors, having given their testimonies as to Katsuki's disappearance and the fire that supposedly killed his parents. They didn't ask Izuku many questions, so he took the time to read the book Hal sent him.

It was interesting, thoroughly explaining techniques to derive information from the most mundane of places. Things one would normally overlook. It also talked about how to get information from people - body language, general mannerisms, and speech patterns. Being a fast, comprehensive reader, Izuku was able to read it halfway through in the hour the mother and son spent at the station.

It mostly contained information Izuku thought to be common sense, but apparently other people had to learn how to read people's expressions and such.

"How are you feeling, honey?" Inko asked, her left arm in a sling while she held Izuku's hand with her right. "I know today must be a storm of emotions for you, what with the Bakugo's, your quirk, and all."

Izuku was actually feeling relatively okay. As far as his 'quirk' went, he had time to compartmentalizing that in the chat meeting and during his walk home. He was content with his new powers, and even a bit excited.

The Bakugo's, though... he had been distracting himself with the book Hal sent him to avoid thinking about them. Even if he wasn't completely sure if Mitsuki and Masaru were really dead, he was certain Kacchan had been kidnapped. He could be facing anything right now, up until and including death. As much as Izuku despised their current relationship, he couldn't help but idolize the ash-blond. He had always been a hero akin to All Might to Izuku, even if he bullied him day in and day out.

Izuku had to do something to save Katsuki, and he had an idea of where to start.

"I'm fine, mom," Izuku said, staring off into space. Inko immediately got concerned, as this was the first time he had called her 'mom' unsteady of 'mommy' or 'mama' but decided to hold off on asking about it until she could consult her husband. It was painful seeing her son so affected, but there was little she could do.

"How would you like a personal trainer?" She asked, the idea popping into her head. "I know a few sports medicine majors from my time in med school. I bet I could convince one to take you on as a student."

"A sports medicine major...?" Izuku muttered. It made sense. Surgeons specialized in repairing and removing unwanted material from the body; pharmacists specialized in medical chemistry, conjuring medicine to cure almost any ailment; psychologists became one with their own psyche to better understand that of others, diagnosing and treating most any mental illness with simple words and complex medications. Similarly, those who specialized in sports medicine were unparalleled in finding ways to improve the human body.

"Can we afford one?" Izuku asked after a few moments of thought. "We still have to pay for a restoration specialist to fix our apartment."

"We can," Inko smiled at her son. He was always so considerate of their circumstances. "You don't have to worry about money, honey. We'll be just fine."

"Then yeah," Izuku smiled. "I need to get strong to become a hero!"

Inko smiled and ruffled her son's hair. As usual, it was softer than almost anything she had ever touched. Another trait he inherited from his father. The two climbed into their car and drove home. Inko had Izuku dial a couple numbers and hold the phone up to her ear so she could drive with her good arm.

First, she talked to a pharmacist about getting some pain medication for her arm. One of the paramedics had a minor healing quirk, so it was beyond the need for direct treatment, but burns hurt more than almost anything. She ended up ordering a once-weekly injectable that would revitalize her platelets as well as numbing the local nerve receptors.