ℑ𝔰𝔫'𝔱 𝔪𝔶 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔰𝔬 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔶?

19

Time started a long time ago, but a question bugs me. When will it stop?

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"This is an educational field trip, which means no goofing around." The man explained, looking at a clipboard. "For the love of Christ— where the hell is Ashido?" A couple students looked around.

"Here! I'm here!" She ran up to her class, panting. "I'm— here!" The teacher only mumbled a 'mhm' before marking her as late. "As I was saying, no funny business."

Izuku rolled his eyes, following after his classmates to get on the bus. He was —unfortunately— standing right in front of Katsuki. Oh how fun this bus ride will be.

"Hey, Midoriya!" He was lucky enough to get Hagakure sitting next to him. "Oh, hi!" He smiled at her, the gaze making her shudder. As I've said many times in this fanfic, Izuku Midoriya's eyes are creepy.

An off setting line green that seemed more of a pale pastel which glowed slightly. Or it could simply be how light they were in contrast to his dark hair, or maybe sunlight reflecting the green irises.

Inko went through her emails, not surprised to find more threats from Nezu. The one he just sent her was less lengthy than the others, so she read it.

Dear Inko Midoriya,

I hope you and Izuku are fairing well. I do wish to know why you are not replying to any of my emails of concern. I only wish the best for you and your son's well fair. I believe I should only have to make myself clear in this matter one last time before I take matters into my own hands. It is clear your son shows psychotic tendencies and you are only supporting it by being so carefree with how you reprimand him. Asking him to stop collecting will not solve the matter at hand. You have been ignoring my emails for at least a week and this is the last time I will speak to you about this. Either help your son, or I and our schools guidance counselor, as well as his homeroom teacher, will be taking you to court for child neglect. We will send him to a mental hospital so he can receive the help he has not been given. If I do not get an answer to this by next week regarding my concerns, you will have your son taken out of your custody.

Sincerely,
Nezu

She grit her teeth together, trying to blink away tears. She had, in fact, been ignoring his emails. How cruel could this man be? She's been trying, but she doesn't want to upset or make her own son uncomfortable. She knows either way her boy will be taken away from her. It would be best to email him back now before something worse happens.

Hello Nezu,

I appreciate your concerns towards my son, but I do not plan on making him upset or uncomfortable by taking away how he expresses himself. I will try to get my son to receive help but I'd rather not deal with the backlash of UA. I'll do my best to 'fix' him as you wish, but I can't promise much.

Inko M.

She combed through the rest of her inbox, jolting when she heard the ring of a new message or email or whatever the fuck it is. She didn't expect him to reply so soon.

If that's how you want to deal with this, fine. I will be calling Child Protective Services and expect to see you on Monday, September 23 at 4 pm. If you don't wish to try your hardest with this matter then I will.

She choked on her own breath. How did she expect to deal with this?

"Izuku, I have something I need to take care of today, so I'll be home later. Don't leave the house while I'm gone." He looked over at her, keeping his focus on his mother instead of the wall or his phone, the only things he took interest in lately.

"Kay, I'll see you later, mom." She smiled at him somberly. "Love you, Zuzu."
"I love you too." She shut the door behind her as he said this. He stared at where she once stood, before heading back upstairs.

Things felt dull lately. At least school was kind of fun, when he got to scare the living daylights out of Mic, anyways. But other than that, shit was boring.

He was tired of it. Honestly, being one of the dead things in his room didn't sound so bad right now. He wanted to go on another walk. It was misty out and the city was enveloped in a thick fog, a high chance of rain.

She wouldn't get that mad, would she? Nah.

And so, he grabbed his house keys and left. Knowing his mom, she'd be gone for a few hours. So he had two hours to go on a walk, more if she wanted to pick up eat something.

He took a step off the porch and instantly felt the downpour. It felt nice on his hot skin. He might have a fever, considering he felt so hot and fatigued. That or he was pregnant. He was split between those 50/50.

Izuku walked down the street to the cleaner version of the trash beach. Just because he couldn't collect dead things and taxidermy them doesn't mean he couldn't look at them, and a lot of fish washed up on rainy days. Well— more like floated on their backs near the dock.

Not long after he left, he was met with sand and crashing waves. Due to the current weather, the water could only be compared to a murky swamp, although it looked a lot better and smelled a lot nicer. The water looked like a gloomy black.

He set foot on the creaky wood of the dock, almost certain that most of it is rotted. Walking further down, he already saw a salmon. He looked around and saw a small, thin stick, and began poking at its belly with it.

He saw one of the fins shake, but nothing else happened. He sighed and threw the stick into the water, watching it get carried away. He stuck his legs into the sea, would it carry him away as well? He has time. Why not test it?