That Isn't a Flesh Wound

Regret and Consequences

To say Inko is devastated was an understatement. She was making her son's favorite meal for dinner that day. She was just starting to worry about where he was and why he was late for dinner when she got the call.

"Hello? Is this Midoriya Inko?" A somber voice said from the phone.

"Yes?" Inko asked, positioning the phone between her cheek and neck to pick up a rice bowl.

Their voice wavered, "It's about your son, Midoriya Izuku."

Inko paled, already fearing the worst that her baby was hurt, "What is it?"

And when the person on the other side of the line told her what had happened, the rice bowl in her hands tipped over onto the ground. Tears streamed down her face as her legs gave out on her from the heartbreaking news. The phone call soon ended after that when the speaker gave her the address to the hospital where they were bringing him.

"I'm sorry for your loss. We deeply regret not being able to make it in time." The voice said before the phone call cut off into a long beep.

Midoriya Inko kneeled on the kitchen floor with salty tears rolled down her cheeks when she finally broke down. She sobbed into her hands on the chilling tile with cold food on the dinner table. A table set for two.

Her baby was gone.

Her eyes burned as she let out an anguished cry.

Her son was dead.

*

Bakugo's parents were there for Inko when she had to make the funeral preparations since the hospital could hold Izuku's body for another week or so. Mitsuki helped her with making decisions as Masaru lends her a shoulder to cry on.

It was ridiculous making someone who recently lost a loved one pick out from the most fucking expensive pieces of shitty wooden caskets. His mother expressed these thoughts making Inko laugh even for the smallest moment. Masaru decided to just go for a simple wooden casket that was the least expensive since he knew that his nephew didn't care for anything too fancy. Inko and Mitsuki agreed with the decision, which left the rest of that weekend to plan the funeral for the following Saturday.

Inko had decided ahead of time to put Izuku in one of his father's old suits, but Masaru volunteered to add one of his own tuxedos from when he was young. Mitsuki combined Masaru's suit jacket and pants with Hisashi's tie and shirt to dress Izuku in.
Bakugo was left out of most of the decisions for the funeral.

He felt numb.

Every time he closed his eyes he lived a nightmare. From him dying from the sludge villain to watching Izuku die right in front of him. He had nightmares of Izuku smiling at him before falling backward off the roof.

He didn't feel like a hero. When he grew up, he kept getting pampered by saying how he had the perfect quirk, how he was so strong, and how he would be a great hero.

No one was there to tell him to stop being a complete ass.

He no longer felt like the best. He just feels guilt from being one of the main reasons that Izuku was gone. He felt angry at himself for letting this happen when he could have just been a better fucking friend.

He felt sad when he realized that he didn't have a chance to apologize.

How could he even imagine being a hero when he couldn't even save Izuku?

*

While his parents dealt with the immediate issues with Inko, he went to school with a small flower to put on Izuku's desk.