The Unknown Nomu

C3 Im sorry...

Days after the Death or midoriya izuku, bakugou didn't want to anywhere let alone eat. He could hear the cry's of the middle aged woman with green hair downstairs crying and howling to his old hag.

Inko: Iȥυƙυ! Mყ ႦαႦყ! Mყ ʂσɳ! Hҽ'ʂ ɠσɳҽ! Wιƚԋσυƚ ԋιɱ. I'ɱ ɳσƚԋιɳɠ! WHY!

The woman sobs made bakugou heart full of guilt and anger. It's his fault that deku died. It's his fault auntie is crying.

Bakugou: *trying not to cry* A-auntie... i-im sorry! Its mu fault de-izuku died! I'm sorry auntie!

Inko: no-no! Katsuki! Honey! This isn't your fault. Its mine. I'm a bad mother.... I wasn't there for izuku... your mother tells me you got into UA Katsuki...congratulations.

Bakugou could see her eyes wasn't a bright green anymore but a light grey that been broken. He wishes he can go back in time and save deku. Bakugou ran to inko and hugged her, weeping in her arms.

Matsuki: 😨who are you and where is my son Katsuki?

Bakugou: Shut up old hag! *crying more*

Matsuki: *hugs them both* Don't worry inko... we will be here for you

The green hair woman didn't say a word but a small nod. Times goes on and she left with a small wave and words bakugou would never forget. "Thank you for being izuku friend, goodbye". She waves and went home.

Inko went to an empty home. No son. He's gone forever. What is the use on living if izuku isn't there with her. The woman didn't care about anything anymore, her whole world is gone. Inko sat on her couch and thought about her son and her happiness memories about him and where did things or wrong. Inko was on her phone when a Strange message popped up.

"The death of a child is devastating and often referred to as the worst experience a parent can endure. A child’s death causes a profound family crisis. It shatters core beliefs and assumptions about the world and the expectations about how life should unfold. The overwhelming suffering and intense emotions that flood the days, weeks, months, and years following the loss is called grief."

Inko: who are you?! What do you want?! She replies to the message.

"The pain of grief is extremely intense as parents digest the finality of never seeing their child again and the loss of future hopes and plans. While memories of the child flood their mind, they also experience a deep emptiness and unimaginable void in their lives. Grief impacts a parent’s whole identity as well as the identity and security of other members of the family."

Inko: please! Leave me alo- .....

Inko drops her phone and stands up and moves her body to a noose, she pulls a chair from the kitchen and slowly drags it to the noose. She slowly gets ontop of the chair.

"ӄɨʟʟ ʏօʊʀֆɛʟʄ, ʏօʊʀ ֆօռ ɨֆ աǟɨȶɨռɢ ʄօʀ ʏօʊ"

Inko was screaming on the inside, something was making her do this. "NO!" "STOP!" "Not like this!" She felt like her hands were being bound by some kind of force, her legs were moving by themselves she had no control over her body. Inko legs became like jelly beneath her and she wasn't sure if she could stand this any longer. The cold noose was around her soft neck, the noose got tighter around her neck. She couldn't help by cry, she screaming for help. No one came to SAVE her. She felt that someone kicked the stool from under her body. The rope bit into her soft skin and  Instantly bocked her airways. She felt her neck stretch, as the rope started convulsing as her whole body weight pulled her neck downwards. The world seemed to muffled as she starts to black out because of oxygen deprivation. Suddenly she found out the pain was fading away along with her memory of her son. Inko stopped moving and her face went from a bright pink to a face bright blue and her eyes are swollen and open.

"ʍɨֆֆօռ ƈօʍքʟɛȶɛɖ ʍǟֆȶɛʀ"