L̶u̶c̶k̶y̶ ̶ boy Izuku

H̶o̶w̶ ̶d̶o̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶p̶a̶i̶n̶f̶u̶l̶l̶y̶ ̶k̶i̶l̶l̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶r̶s̶e̶l̶f̶?̶

̶M̶e̶t̶h̶o̶d̶s̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶k̶i̶l̶l̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶r̶s̶e̶l̶f̶ ̶

H̶o̶w̶ ̶d̶o̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶s̶e̶l̶f̶ ̶h̶a̶r̶m̶ ̶s̶a̶f̶e̶l̶y̶?̶ ̶

S̶u̶i̶c̶i̶d̶e̶ ̶r̶a̶t̶e̶s̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶q̶u̶i̶r̶k̶l̶e̶s̶s̶ ̶

S̶u̶i̶c̶i̶d̶e̶ ̶h̶o̶t̶l̶i̶n̶e̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶J̶a̶p̶a̶n̶ ̶

Inko looked at her public internet server and scoffed at her son's attics.

At first she was worried, obviously they would question her about home life but she felt like the her neighborhood would defend her profusely, then she was excited she'd finally found get rid of that mooch. Then after a while she saw nothing changing.

N O T H I N G

And she cursed at her s̶o̶n̶ bill. It was useless to even get her hopes up. Her damn bill was too cowardly.