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Inko looked worriedly at her son as he laid limply in the medical bed, All Might sitting beside him. Izuku had clearly exhausted himself crying, the characteristic, red-rimmed eyes, and soft hiccupping left her certain of that.
“Mrs. Midoriya?” a soft, high voice chirped from beside her. She looked to find a large stoat-like animal standing on two legs and dressed in an expensive suit, a large, pale, scar marring its furred face and passing over its right eye.
But none of that mattered because she knew who this was, it wasn’t often you forgot a client in her line of work.
“Principle Nezu.” She responded, finding her own voice to be uncharacteristically cold, tired, and worn down from seeing the state of her son. She hadn’t even been told what really happened yet, “You best give me a good reason that I shouldn’t pull my son from this school right now.” Inko hated that venom tried desperately to seep into her words, hated that she wanted to tear the mustelid apart for what had happened to Izuku.
Nezu cleared his throat, the rough noise sounding unusual from the usually cheery animal, “All in due course Mrs. Midoriya, for now I need to have a meeting with you and Izuku.” Inko whirled to look at Nezu, heated words already coming to her lips, “I don’t mean to punish the young man, far from it. He is far too valuable for that; I simply need to sort out what the path will be moving forward.”
Inko stopped, venomous words falling away as she considered what the principle had said. “What do you mean ‘valuable,’ what is so important about my son?”
Nezu sighed, “That will be explained in the meeting Mrs Midoriya. With no disrespect ma’am, the meeting must happen as soon as possible, I will personally contact everyone else who will need to be there.”
Inko rolled the mustelid’s words around in her mind, trying to find a fault, something to simply pull her son from the heart of danger, to protect all that was left of both herself and Hisashi. To keep her child safe.
“I think I have an inkling of what you may be thinking Mrs. Midoriya, but no matter what you do your son is now in danger, and not just from villains. And I personally promise that I and my institution will do our very best to keep him safe. But to do so I will need to have that meeting.”
Inko was prepared to lambast the small mammal but looking back at her son she saw him curled up with one of All Might’s huge arms draped over his shoulders, in a way that smacked of familiarity.
‘ There is something going on here…’ Inko sighed, the weight of what the principal was saying settled on her shoulders, “Fine. But there better be a damn good reason for this.”
Inko strode into the room, Izuku nervously entering behind her. It was the principal’s office, ornate, grand, and overall, far too large for the creature who occupied it.
All the furnishings had gold trims on them, everything from the rich mahogany desk to the comfortable leather chair which the principal sat on. The trimmings were noticeable, but not so large as to be gaudy or ostentatious.
Inko refused to show her nerves as she sat down with her son in the chair next to her, she didn’t acknowledge that Nezu, Aizawa and All Might towered over her in their clearly raised seats on the other side of the desk.
The principal set a small device on the desk, pressing the glowing blue button situated in its centre. It immediately began to spin and release a nearly unnoticeable high frequency.
“There we go, now nobody will be able to listen in on us.” The principal said, seeming slightly discomfited by the high pitch noise.
Inko cleared her throat, drawing the attention of everyone in the room, “I’m sorry Mr. Nezu, but why do we need the masker? What could we be saying that could possibly warrant such extremes?”
Nezu sighed, nodding at All Might whose face warped into bafflement before twisting in realisation, “Is that really the best Idea sir?” Aizawa also seemed to have his reservations, but Nezu cut him off before the black-haired man could properly voice them.
“Her son is involved in this, more so now than ever. The least we can do for her is let her know what she will be facing.”
All Might grimaced but nodded, Inko looking just as confused as earlier, but staying silent at her son’s widened eyes, “But si-!”
“No, Nezu’s right, Young Izuku.” All Might said halfway through Izuku’s protest, “She has a right to know, and so do you.” And then, with an explosion of steam, All Might was gone, and Toshinori Yagi stood in his place.
Inko sat silent for a minute, simply looking between the expressions on her son’s face and the man who had replaced All Might (For surely that pile of skin and bones could not be All Might…)
Inko swallowed, nerves finally breaking through her façade, “Mr. All Might, is this a joke of some kind?”
The man who had replaced All Might looked at her with those sunken, but still electrifying blue eyes, “I’m afraid it isn’t Mrs. Midoriya. My name is Toshinori Yagi, better known as the Number one hero All Might. I have had this appearance for nearly seven years now and use my quirk to hold up my heroic form.”
Inko swallowed her brain processing the words and the sheer honesty behind them, “B-but h-how?” was all she could squeeze out, her brain not wanting to acknowledge that the Number one was like this.
The man sighed, reaching for the bottom of his now extremely saggy hero costume, he rolled up the torso piece to reveal his scar.
Inko’s throat burned as bile rose into her mouth at the sight of the ghastly scar, it was a sickly purple that pulled into a pale circle of punctured flesh right over where his lungs were. The main part of the scar was surrounded by a web of flesh where the skin had been pulled over it to seal up what must have been a gaping hole when it first occurred.
Mercifully the hero rolled down the top of his costume, once more hiding the horrific wound beneath fabric. “Seven years ago, I received that wound in a battle with a villain. The battle was never made public, but I will bear its scar until the day I die.”
Inko looked to her son, the All Might fan, she looked to the boy she knew to idolise the man standing in front of them. And instead of shock and dread she simply saw him gaze at the man with sympathy.
Aizawa cleared his throat, his eyes narrowed at Izuku with suspicion, “You don’t exactly seem shocked, problem child. In fact, you look like you already knew all of that.” Inko watched as Izuku pulled slightly into himself, at the attention he was receiving.
“That would be my fault, Young Aizawa. A year ago, I ran out of time while rescuing Young Midoriya from a villain. It was reckless on my part, but he did see my true form.” All Might answered the man, reaching a lanky hand over the desk to rest it on Izuku’s shoulder as the boy unwound from his taut position.
“I said words to him that I will forever regret,” Izuku looked at All Might with tears in his eyes, “But later in that day he showed me that I was wrong, he rushed in and tried his very best to save someone despite not being suited to the situation. He lit a fire in me that I had thought long dead, the passion for heroism for heroism's own sake. After that I sought him out, to apologise for what I had said and offer my reconciliation, I trained him for ten months before U.A.'' That one evoked strained choking sounds from both Aizawa and Inko.
“I tried to prepare him, but as Aizawa can attest to, I didn't do a very good job, and for that I apologise. My poor teaching has led to him injuring himself every single time he has used his quirk, and for that I apologise to Izuku. I’m sorry my boy.” All Might bowed slightly at Izuku, his head lowered in apology.
“All Might…” Izuku was silent for a second, “Y-you don’t have to apologise, after all if it weren’t for you, I never would have m-made it here.”
“That is no excuse my boy. I have made mistakes, and you will not stop me from apologising for my own mistakes.” All Might spoke once more, his voice firm despite his ragged appearance, “But if I may ask my boy, just call me Yagi, you earned it from the second you charged in to save Young Katsuki from the sludge villain.”
Inko watched as Izuku wavered for a second, “Thank you Al-… Thank you Yagi-sensei.”
Inko sat stunned by what All Might had just said, he had been training her son, her sweet baby boy for nearly a year. For a second, she felt hurt that Izuku hadn’t told her, why would he tell someone who had never supported him? But calmed down before considering the rest of what All Might had said, as well as the sheer depth of sincerity with which All Might had spoken to her son, as well as to her and Aizawa.
But something wasn’t quite adding up, why had her son, who had been Quirkless for fifteen years, suddenly manifested a quirk at the end of All Might’s training? What was the link? What did Izuku mean to All Might?
She looked to Aizawa, who seemed to be contemplating at least a few of these questions, and she realised that he was just as in the dark as her, a comfort, if only slight, but a comfort all the same.
“… But what about his Quirk? Why does his quirk manifestation line up so perfectly with the end of those ten months before U.A.?”
Inko only realised she was speaking once the words came out of her mouth, having bypassed her thoughts completely.
Aizawa looked to her confused, “What do you mean quirk manifestation? You act like he only got his quirk this year.”
Aizawa found himself receiving a light bonk from the principal. “This is why you should read your student’s files.” The stoat said with faux joviality, “If you had you would have seen the note that Izuku-kun only manifested his quirk during the practical examination.”
Aizawa whirled to the stoat-like creature, “Bullshit, nobody just manifests a quirk at 15.”
“Are you implying that both Mrs Midoriya and I are lying? Are you willing to stand by that?” Aizawa faltered slightly at Nezu’s words considering them.
The tired looking man sighed, his hands coming up to massage his temples, “No, but considering what Mrs Midoriya and All Might said there must be something still left to be said…”
His suspicions were all but confirmed by the look that All Might and Izuku shared with each other, and the nervous glint in Nezu’s beady, black eyes.
After a few moments of silence All Might sighed, “The explanation will take a fair while, I was going to explain some of this to Izuku today, but I will start from the beginning, as I should have with Young Izuku…” All Might sighed again, “It all started over 200 years ago, with two brothers, fated to become enemies…”
“… And then we come to now, with my defeat of All for One and passing One for All to Young Izuku.” Toshinori sighs before taking a drink from the cup set in front of him, his throat aching slightly after the spiel about One for All and All for One, “I thought I had ended his terror, we all thought that his heart had ceased beating on that island. But the Nomu essentially confirms that All for One still lives.”
Inko saw Toshinori look to Izuku first, the young man clearly mulling over his words, a serious expression painted across his face and his muttering, for the first time Toshinori could think of, absent.
The tall man looked to the right, over Nezu, to see Aizawa’s eyes boring into his own, still grey as opposed to the red of the man’s quirk but intimidating all the same.
“You should have told me.” All eyes whipped towards Izuku as the young man spoke his mind, no longer staring at the floor. Izuku's eyes now burned into Toshinori’s, a hot flame of frustration burning deep within the boy’s dark green irises.
Toshinori sighs, feeling drained after having said all he knew about One for All, “My boy, I thought the man dead. I… I thought it best not to burden you with the threat of a dead man.”
Izuku frowns, giving it more thought, even as everyone in the room looks at him expectantly, he sighs, giving Toshinori a gentler look this time, “You still should have told me.”
“Yes, I should have.” Toshinori confirms, everyone in the room now looking at him, “But let me ask you this, and don’t read this the wrong way, would you have accepted so readily if I had told you everything, if I had spilled my secrets to you? Could I be certain that you would keep such a dangerous secret?” Izuku frowned again once more, contemplating before speaking.
“I still would have accepted.”
Toshinori nods, “I won’t do anything so callous as trying to downplay what I have done, I will simply apologise again and ask for your forgiveness.”
Izuku sighed, “I forgive you; I don’t think that I could have stayed angry at you for long anyway but… I’m not the only one you should apologise to, nor are you the only one who needs to apologise.” The boy sighs again, a too old look in his eyes. And before Toshinori could think, the green-haired teenager turned to his mother and looked into her eyes, “I’m sorry for not telling you mum, sorry that I kept it secret from you for so long, sorry that I worried you so much. I won’t try to make excuses; I will just ask you to forgive me.”
Inko’s eyes softened, tears beginning to dot the corners, but just as she was about to speak, she was cut off, “I too would like to apologise to Mrs. Midoriya. As Young Izuku says he was not the only person I had to apologise to.” Toshinori sighed, “I should have made it more clear to him that One for All isn’t just my secret anymore, that he had the right to tell others about the quirk. And explicitly, I should’ve told him that his family is far more important than any secret I could tell him. While he may not try to excuse himself, I will do so for him. I am sorry for making your son feel like he couldn’t tell you about me or our quirk. I can only hope that you accept my apology.”
Inko looked between her son and his mentor, both bowing their heads in apology, for a moment she felt the urge to shout at All Might, to yell and kick and insult the man. But she reigns it in, she feels more than hears or sees the sincerity of the man, she sighs, once more looking between the two, “Izuku raise your head. You have nothing to be sorry for, you only did what you thought would be best… but you Mr. Yagi” Inko’s eyes hardened again, Toshinori raising his head to look at the woman as she addressed him, “While I appreciate everything you have done for my son, and respect who you are as a person… I cannot in good conscience forgive you for everything you’ve done, you didn’t just lie to my son, but caused my son to lie to me… I’m sorry but, I-… I can’t just forgive you.”
Toshinori sagged, expecting it but still feeling a bit hurt, “I understand Mrs Midoriya, I thank you for what you can forgive me for, if you want me to take some distance-“
“No!” Toshinori looked at Inko in shock at her outburst, “I might not forgive you for everything… but I know I can trust you to protect him, so please All Might, Izuku still needs his mentor.”
Toshinori paused for a second, seeing in Inko the same determination which had caused him to choose Izuku, the same depth of character, the same heart, “I promise I will protect Izuku with my life.”
Izuku inhaled sharply at the words, ready to rebuke his teacher.
“No, don’t lay down your life, Izuku needs you, I don’t want you to die for my son…” Toshinori again saw the same fire that Izuku had, now burning behind the short woman’s eyes, “I need you to live for my son.”
Toshinori nodded, understanding the woman in completeness, “I swear it, on my honour as a hero.”
Inko nodded at Toshinori, she might not forgive him for now… but time heals all wounds.
The sound of someone clearing their throat pulled everyone out of their moment, Aizawa taking this moment to fill in the silence, “As much as this is heart-warming to see, and as much as the information from All Might and Izuku is useful and important, I feel as though we’ve moved a very, very, long way from the original purpose of this meeting, Izuku’s new quirk awakening.”
Izuku froze, having remembered what All Might had spoken about earlier, the history of both the powers which sat still in his veins. He looked to All Might to see him similarly frozen, and the principal beside him leaning back in his chair with a concerned look in his eyes.
“I’m not going to sugar coat it, Mrs Midoriya, earlier today during a one-on-one combat training session your son was partnered up with one Katsuki Bakugou. During the training Izuku awakened a new aspect of his quirk and took Bakugou’s quirk from him. Bakugou then, against my direction, began to abuse, verbally and physically, your already injured, and surrendered might I add, son.”
Inko looked at Aizawa in horror, the detail of her son’s quirk awakening sorted and stored away, she could think about that later, turning to her son she saw guilt in his eyes, “B-but, Katsuki-kun h-has been I-izuku’s friend since they w-were toddlers?” Inko spoke with disbelief while looking at her son, ‘ What else didn’t you tell me… and why didn’t I ask?’
Aizawa looked confused, “Mrs Midoriya, do you actually know what Bakugou has done to your son just this term?” Inko looked back to Aizawa, horror on her face as he started listing things off, “This is the third time that Bakugou has actively gone against teacher’s instructions to attack your son, in one of those instances if it weren’t for your son’s quick thinking, Bakugou would have killed him. He has consistently harassed and bullied your son all term, and if my guesses are correct, then this didn’t just start at U.A.”
Inko brought her hand to her mouth, tears pooling in her eyes as the sheer weight of what Aizawa said fell into her mind and on her shoulders, ‘ I should have done more, I’m an awful mother.’
“Izuku, i-is w-what Aizawa-s-san, saying t-true?” Inko was so close to crying, the shudders of restrained tears threatening to derail her sentence into unabated tears.
Izuku looked away, tears stinging at his eyes as well, “I-… I’m sorry mum, I-I… I just didn’t want to ruin his chances…” Izuku’s voice shook with his body, guilt wracked sobs ready to tear from his throat at any moment.
This time it was Nezu that spoke, “Mr. Midoriya, I did some research today, some screening that perhaps should have happened at the start of the year given your significance as not just All Might’s successor but as one of my students, I know, at least I know a bit, about what he did to you.” Izuku froze again, already preparing to leap to Katsuki’s defence, “Why do you still defend him, after a decade of pain, why?”
Izuku stared into Nezu’s beady black eyes, with his own teary green ones, and he spoke with certainty, with a strength that reminded Nezu of who this was, “Because it isn’t his fault. Ever since he manifested his quirk, he’s been treated like a god by everyone around him, he’s been taught that it isn’t just okay to hurt those that are weaker than him, but that it is the moral choice to make, he has learned his behaviour, and what is learned can be corrected.”
Nezu looked into the eyes of the boy in front of him, his beady black orbs glimmering with expectations.
Nezu hummed, “A strong argument, but one might also argue that a decent person would at least eventually see the immorality of these actions, would at least try to make good, no? If this is to be true, the innate goodness of most people, then does not Bakugou’s attitude more closely resemble a villain’s than a hero?”
Izuku mulled over the argument, “But what if you could prove that he was mentally unwell? That he might have developed a superiority complex, or an inferiority complex.”
“Again, a well-thought-out response. But expanding on that, could not one claim that such complexes, at least for now, render him unfit for the public service? Could not one argue, as Stain does, that his attitude and complexes could make him unworthy of the title of hero? That his actions make him unworthy of the title of ‘hero?’” Nezu responded, a smile trying to worm onto his face, Midoriya was deceptively intelligent, “Besides the philosophy of the issue, Bakugou has broken our rules three times, one of those times landing him a suspension. It is school policy that he has already used his chances, that he should be expelled because of his misbehaviour.”
Izuku hummed as he leaned forward, elbows on his knees, fingers interlaced and hands in front of his mouth as his lips moved and he muttered at a pace that even Nezu struggled to keep up with, “But doesn’t it pose a threat to remove him from the school?” Nezu smiled as Izuku finally landed on his argument, everyone else looking at Izuku, confused looks on their faces, “By your previous arguments you believe that if you removed him from the school that he would, in the worst case become a villain, and in the best he becomes a criminal vigilante, either way with his quirk, intellect, and ability to hold a grudge he could threaten U.A. with his knowledge.” Izuku looked into Nezu’s eyes once more, scanning his face, “I got it didn’t I? You never planned to expel Bakugou in the first place, regardless of how this meeting went.”
Nezu found himself smiling and clapping softly, despite the situation surrounding the meeting, “Bravo young Izuku, absolutely brilliant! Your deductions are remarkable! You are correct, I will not be expelling Bakugou, though I did consider it briefly, he is simply too dangerous to my institution, and arguably more importantly, he is far too dangerous to you. As such his punishment was decided earlier, he will be sent to general studies and be forced to attend sessions with Hound Dog, he will only be permitted to re-join the Hero course only after Hound Dog has cleared him, and even then, he will be on thin ice.” Nezu leaned back in his chair, taking the time to observe Izuku and Inko. Inko looked shocked, a note of frustration in her posture and behind her eyes, she wasn’t happy with the outcome, but she could accept it.
In Izuku’s eyes he saw a cold intelligence, a talent for critical thought and analysis, that couldn’t have come from Inko, not to say the woman wasn’t intelligent, her work as a lawyer disproved notions of her lack of intelligence, but it wasn’t the same kind of intelligence. One he had seen before. One that until recently, he had thought dead.
Izuku sighed, drawing Nezu out of his thoughts and back into the meeting, “I still think you’re being a bit harsh considering Kaccha-… Katsuki's circumstances. But I can understand why you think the way you do about this, and besides, I’m not making the decision, you are.”
Nezu frowned slightly before clearing his throat to draw attention back to himself, “I fear that once more we have wandered slightly from the purpose of this meeting. The manifestation of All for One.” Everybody froze, Izuku especially, “It is a sore topic I understand, but the consequences of this must be discussed. Mrs Midoriya, if anybody were to find out, especially within the commission then Izuku could be in serious if not mortal danger.” Nezu sighed, “I’ll be blunt, there would be red orders.”
Inko tensed up, her pudgy body straining not to break into tears, her sweet baby boy, everything that was left of Hisashi… he would be gone.
“To prevent this from happening I have already given Midnight NDA’s which were handed out to the entirety of Class 1-A, and when the Bakugous come in after we’re finished here, he and his parents will sign one too. Aizawa will also have to sign.” Nezu spoke with surety, “we will also have Izuku attempt to return Bakugou’s quirk to him.”
Izuku nodded, with Inko and Toshinori soon to follow through with agreement. Nezu sighed, “well then, I suppose that we will call this meeting to a clo-”
“Now wait a second.” Aizawa spoke, interrupting his boss before the mustelid could finish the meeting, “We haven’t addressed a major point of this situation.”
“Aizawa-kun, please don’t be reckless.” Nezu cautioned, hoping beyond hope that his former student would take his advice.
He didn’t, “We need to address it Nezu. There is a chance, a high chance even, that Izuku is directly related to All for One. I’m not stupid enough to suggest that he’s in cahoots with him, or that the man is his father even. But statistically there is a very likely familial connection, of no more than three generations.”
Everyone froze, it had been sitting there, Nezu had hoped to address it while the situation was calmer, but his well-intentioned, and ironically very illogical student had derailed that.
Izuku himself looked surprisingly calm, but Nezu could see the storm of emotions in the boy’s eyes.
Inko on the other hand looked ready to rip out Aizawa’s throat.
All Might… All Might looked like his soul had been evicted from his body, though he recovered quickly and glared at Aizawa.
Nezu sighed, “I had hoped, Shouta , to address that particular issue when everybody was more… stable. But as you have now brought it to the fore, we now need to prolong this meeting even further.”
Aizawa looked slightly guilty, but shook the emotion off before he spoke, “We need to cover all our bases sir, we need to address that All for One may take an interest in Izuku far worse than killing him. Kidnapping and brainwashing are a distinct possibility, especially if we assume that there is a spy at U.A., we cannot ignore potential threats of that magnitude sir.”
Nezu looked over his former student, the man who had once intrigued him as Izuku did, perhaps not as intelligent, but less outwardly emotional affording him more room for thinking everything through.
“I suppose that’s fair. Perhaps not fully considered but well-considered, nonetheless. Unfortunately, I must ask that everyone remain seated for a little while longer now.” Nezu spoke, frustration still laced in his tone, he understood Shouta, he truly did, but this was stupid in ways that very few of the man’s choices were.
“let’s get the most uncomfortable possibility out of the way, that Midoriya Hisashi could in fact be All for One.” Nezu’s statement was met with silence, Izuku curling in on himself as if he could vanish simply by crumbling, Inko looked furious at the very suggestion, anger boiling behind her eyes as she stared down Aizawa and Nezu. All Might however looked saddened, that he almost robbed Izuku of a man who may have been family weighing on him.
“Are you suggesting that my husband, the softest, kindest, and most calm person that I have ever met, may just be the most horrific villain of all time?” Inko spoke softly but her voice was full of steel, words sharpened into fine blades tearing into the two men currently across from her, All Might having moved to their side of the table, his large, thin hand comforting Izuku.
Nezu sighed, “It is unfortunately a possibility, not one that I am particularly fond of either, but it must be acknowledged. Second, that it could be a more distant relation, like a grandfather or great grandfather. It is… statistically less likely, but significantly more comfortable for everyone involved. And the least likely option, and I cannot overstate how unlikely this is, Izuku could have developed the quirk completely independently of any relation to All for One.”
Inko sat silent, Izuku next to her, and All Might behind them both. All Might sighed, “How unlikely?”
Nezu looked into Inko’s eyes, “Given the sheer complexity of the Quirk genes and alleles, dominants and recessives, punnet tables, etc…. The probability is about one in ten trillion. Give or take a few hundred billion.” Nezu sighed again, “It is inconsequential, it isn’t worth considering, but it is distinctly possible, however I’m inclined to assume either scenario one or two. And unfortunately, it is far more likely that it’s option one.”
Inko stood suddenly, her chair clattering to the floor and Nezu found himself being yanked forward by an invisible force pulling on his tie. Inko was in his face, the sheer depth of rage in her eyes freezing him to the spot, “I will not have you sully the memory of Hisashi just to satisfy your sick urge to cause us suffering!”
“Mum!” Inko froze, the voice of Izuku pulling her from her rage, and her quirk releasing its hold on Nezu’s tie. The look in his green eyes spoke volumes, volumes that she didn’t want to see or consider.
“Izuku you can’t-!”
“Mum.” Izuku spoke more firmly this time, sorrow in his eyes and tears beginning to fall, “He’s right…” Izuku’s voice was soft, almost as if he would break down if he spoke any louder. Izuku breathed a long, shuddering breath as he met his mother’s eyes again, “The odds of it skipping a generation are low already, even more so if it’s skipping two… I don’t want it to be true either, I want them to be wrong, want this all to be a bad joke but…”
…
“Sometimes the world is cruel and there isn’t a reason for it. Sometimes it just wants to kick you while you're down and force you to submit, force you to break. But if we let it break us, if we admit defeat… then we can’t win. I know it’s awful, I know that this is painful, it is for me as well! But… the only way we can know is if we bring him down. If we give up now, then he wins, and we lose, even if he is da-… even if he is my father.” Inko looked to her son, his chest heaving with breath as his speech petered out from his shouting, and his eyes burning like coals, almost glowing a radioactive green. He stood tall, his shoulder pushed back and his back straight.
For a moment Inko saw him as being nearly a foot and a half taller, thick white curls and sharp red eyes, for a second she saw Hisashi.
“Oh Izuku. When did you get so tall…” Inko asked as she hugged him. She crushed herself into him, sniffling and shuddering with gasping breaths, “When did my little boy grow up?” Inko found herself with large muscular arms wrapping around her, her son squeezing back.
“A long time ago mum, but it's fine, you’re safe now. Do you know why?” Inko shook her head into his chest, as the hug deepened, both Midoriya’s about to cry.
“Because I am Here.”