He was heading to the hospital to see Midnight. He'd decided to notify close friends of his mom about the funeral personally. Thankfully, the Russian government had sent Inko's body, preserved for the funeral, a viewing could be organized and the coffin wouldnt be buried empty.
He runs a nervous hand through his hair, releases a short sigh and walks in.
As he got in, he noticed the nightstand had flowers on it, Nemuri herself was laying on the bed and she looked well, considering the attack anyway. The room was spacious, though the sterile smell really unnerved him.
"Ah! Izuku, how've you been?" Midnight asks as she waves for him to come over.
'She must not have heard. How do I tell her?'
"I'm well, how are you feeling? Any pain?" He tries to smile, it comes out just a little shakey.
"No, I'm feeling great. The doctors did a great job. I'm sure you're crushed about Inko being missing." Nemuri said, as she took his hand and gestured for him to sit.
Izuku heaved a heavy sigh as he sat. Nemuri looked worried about him.
"They found mom-"
"That's amazing! How is she?" She said as her face lit up.
'Why did you have to make it so hard?' He thought.
"-Dead, Along the coast of South Korea. She was taken by a global trafficking ring. Spetsnaz took care of the poor bastards." Izuku said, his tone taking on a somber inflection.
"Oh my god.. I'm so sorry. I can't Imagine-" Her hands shook and she immediately wrapped him in a hug.
Izuku returned the hug cordially, as much as he wanted to simply melt into her touch he's sure he'd fall apart. Now was simply not the time.
"I'm okay, the funeral is a week from now. It's fine if you don't show up, considering you're still in recov-"
Nemuri only grasped him tighter.
"It's okay to not be okay Izuku. You don't need to be strong all the time." She said, rubbing circles onto his back with her hand.
"I-" He released another sigh, "I know, but I need to be strong now. So I can fall apart without worry later. Now is simply not the time." He denied all strong emotions now, easing out of the embrace.
After a long pause, with her worried expression unchanged, she spoke. "Call me when you do, okay? You don't have to do this alone."
'Except I do.' Kayama Nemuri was only 23 years old, bright prospect in the hero world. The last thing he wanted to do was doom her career. He'd be fine alone, Sekiro's taught him to be fine alone.
"I will." He lied, "Are you sure you're feeling okay? Weren't you and my mom...?" He led on, trying to change the topic.
"Oh goodness! No. Me and your mom were working together for publicity. Her agency thought it'd be good." Nemuri confirmed, her cheeks coloring as she did.
'Agency.... Right, I'm gonna need a lawyer and papers. This is going to be a pain, but I cant let the HSPC bastards take my mother's work.'
"Ah I'm sorry about assuming-"
He was interrupted by the door opening.
"I'm terribly sorry for interrupting, but we need to conduct some tests. Could I ask you to leave, Mr Midoriya?" The nurse explained.
"Of course. Thank you for your hard work." He bowed. "I hope you're better when we see each other next." He waved at Nemuri as he exited.
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Midoriya of the Dragon's Blood
Fanfiction"Oh shinobi, open your eyes." These are the words a small child named Izuku remembers from his extremely vivid dream. He was wounded and hungry, which shouldn't be possible since it was just a dream, right? Follow this story as a child finds his spo...
