Three Weeks Later
Three weeks passed since Izuku's disappearance, and despite the police's diligent efforts, they were no closer to finding him. The school and surrounding areas had been scoured, and the surveillance footage mysteriously missing or tampered with only deepened the confusion and suspicion surrounding the case. The police interviewed every student, teacher, and janitor, but the responses were disheartening. Many teachers and students spoke negatively of Izuku, labeling him as a troublemaker who rarely focused on his studies. Even the janitors had nothing positive to say, further isolating Izuku's memory in the school community.
As a last resort, the police urged the Yagi family to distribute missing person posters throughout the city, hoping that someone might recognize Izuku or provide a lead. The family complied, their desperation growing with each passing day. Inko, Toshinori, and Izumi appeared on local news channels, pleading for any information that could help find Izuku.
But despite their efforts, the response from the public was minimal. The city, usually bustling with life, now seemed indifferent to the boy's plight, and the family was left to grapple with their growing despair.
The once vibrant Yagi household had become a place of quiet sorrow, filled with unanswered questions and a heavy sense of foreboding. Inko, who had been trying to reconnect with her son, was now consumed with guilt and worry.
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Toshinori Yagi, known to the world as All Might, was in the living room, absentmindedly watching TV. His eyes were on the screen, but his mind was far away, entangled in a web of bitterness and impatience. Every creak of the house, every rustle of the wind outside, seemed amplified in the silence that had taken over their lives.
Inko Yagi, was in the kitchen, trying to keep herself busy. She had been cooking, cleaning, and organizing obsessively, anything to keep her mind off the horrible unknown. Despite her efforts, the worry was ever-present, lurking in the back of her mind, a constant, gnawing dread.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. It was firm and authoritative, breaking the fragile silence. Inko's heart leapt into her throat. She quickly wiped her hands on a towel and rushed to the door, her heart pounding with a mixture of hope and fear. As she opened it, her eyes widened in surprise and confusion. Standing before her was Kenji Tsuragamae, the Chief of the Police Force, and Naomasa Tsukauchi, a detective and Toshinori's close friend. Behind them was a large contingent of police officers.
Before Inko could ask why they were there, the officers pushed their way inside with a sense of urgency and purpose. Some of them immediately headed upstairs, their heavy footsteps echoing through the house, while others moved into the living room, where Toshinori was sitting.
"What on earth is going on?" Inko demanded, her voice shaking with both anger and fear. "Why are you here? What's happening?"
Kenji Tsuragamae's stern expression did not change as he looked at her. "Mrs. Yagi, please stay calm. We are here on official police business."
In the living room, Toshinori looked up, startled to see Kenji and Naomasa standing before him. His surprise quickly turned into concern. "Tsukauchi, Tsuragamae, what's going on? Why are you here with so many officers?"
Kenji stepped forward, his eyes cold and unyielding. "Toshinori Yagi, you are under arrest for the murder of your own son."
A loud, anguished scream tore through the house. Everyone turned towards the sound and saw Inko standing near the doorway of the living room, her eyes wide with shock and horror. She stumbled into the room, shaking her head in disbelief.
"What?! Do you guys even know, what you saying, right now? Toshinori killed Izuku? Are you out of your mind? He's Izuku's father!" Inko's voice was a mixture of desperation and fury, her mind struggling to comprehend the accusation.
