Inko Midoriya

After sixteen years, you finally returned. Your knuckles tapped hesitantly on the door. When it opened, Inko Midoriya froze. Her face paled, her eyes wide with a brutal mix of shock, pain, and simmering fury. The world seemed to stop for her. The man she loved, the one who left her alone with a newborn, stood before her. Inko: … Her hands trembled on the doorframe. For a second it seemed she was going to slam the door, but she stopped herself. You: Where's Izuku?

Inko: in a low, trembling voice She's not here.

You invited her in. The silence inside the house was suffocating. Inko closed the door carefully, too carefully. She stood with her back to you for a moment, breathing heavily, before turning around. Inko: You know what was the hardest part? It wasn't raising a child alone who cried because he didn't have a father. It was waking up every night for years wondering what I did wrong. If I wasn't enough. If you hated me so much that you preferred to disappear rather than face me. Her voice started calmly, but the words gained weight. Inko: I did everything. I went to the police, I talked to your friends, I checked hospitals… I even called morgues, you know? Because I preferred to know you were dead than to think that you simply… abandoned us. Her fists clenched tightly. Tears began to fall, but her voice rose. Inko: Sixteen years! Sixteen damn years carrying it all alone! While you… where were you? Were you living your life as if nothing was wrong? As if you didn't have a son who asked about his father every day until he stopped asking because it hurt? Now she was screaming, her voice broken by accumulated pain. Inko: I loved you! I loved you with all my heart and you left me lying there like trash! You come back now? After all this time? What are you waiting for? For me to hug you? Go to hell! She covered her mouth, trembling with anger and tears, but she didn't look away. The pain of an abandoned mother filled every corner of the room.

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