Summary: Izuku gets a surprise
Date: March 25, 2015
I was singing along with my music when I heard some clattering from the kitchen. I assumed that mom was making lunch, so I didn't check it out.
I heard a scream.
I ripped off my headphones and dropped them. I sprinted to the kitchen. And there she was. My mother. With a hole in her chest.
I grabbed my phone and called 911, running to her side, throwing the phone in the other direction when they knew where to come.
I ran up to her, dropping to my knees at her side.
"No, no, no," I whispered over and over again.
"I can't make it. I'm sorry," She croaked out, a bloody hand stroking my cheek.
"No!" I said forcefully, "You're living," I insisted, lightly gripping her shoulders as I stared into her eyes-they we're slowly becoming clouded over and they were shipping in and out of focus. "I came too late," I whispered, examining the wound.
"I'm dying; there's nothing you can do about it," she said, reaching up to stroke my cheek with a bloody hand. "Just promise me one thing," she slowly spoke out.
"Anything."
"Promise me....that you'll live. Promise me that you'll become a hero."
That was the last thing she said before closing her eyes. I shook her shoulder,
"Mom?!" I shook it harder when she didn't respond, "MOM!"
I leaned onto her chest. Feeling a sob wracking through my whole body. I stayed like that for god knows how long. And that's how I was when the paramedics came. Choking on air, holding my mother's lifeless body.
They hauled her away, leaving me there, broken and vulnerable. I stayed in that house for two days. I didn't respond to any texts or calls, I didn't eat or drink anything, just looking over all the pictures I had of my mother and me. On the second day, All Might busted in. He found me sitting there, motionless and apathetic.
He walked in, shifting back to his weak form as he looked at the puddle of dried blood on the ground where my mother used to be. He looked at me and his facial features softened.
"Oh, Midoriya," He whispered, walking over to me and pulling my in a gentle hug. I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed his torso as I started crying uncontrollably. He patted my back and rocked us back and forth. We stayed like that for I don't know how long. It could have been two minutes. It could have been two hours.
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I woke up and it was dark out. The blood on the floor had been cleaned up, the dishes in the sink all washed, and there were new groceries on the counter. The rest of the house had been cleaned too.
That was all I saw before closing my eyes, too tired to stay awake.
(A/N) I'm sorry
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