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The last thing Izuku “Deku” Midoriya remembers before blacking out was sitting in the common room with his friends, Mr Aizawa, the Big Three, Kota, Eri and the Wild, Wild Pussy Cats.
They were watching the Hero Billboard Chart together.
They were having fun.
Then he fell.
“Izuku, sweetie?”
A small, rounded woman with mid-length green hair and large, gentle emerald-like eyes shuffled into a small, stuffy hospital room that the doctors and medical staff had covered from top to bottom in all kinds of wires and important-looking medical equipment.
Her cardigan was akin to the colour of a peaceful, summers evening’s sky. Like the hue of a fresh, blossoming Carnation. Comparable to all of the soft, sweet love that she held inside her heart.
This cardigan had been knitted by her sweetie, Izuku, before he’d been hit by a bus when he had been making his mandatory journey home from school a few months prior.
“Honey, I know that you can’t hear me, but I’m back again.” Her voice was filled with pain. The bags under her eyes and her sad, simple smile carried gallons of tears and tonnes of despair. “I brought you some of your favourite comic books.”
Inko Midoriya was doing all she could do try and get her son to wake up. A week from now, the doctors would pull a plug on his life support.
The physicians had said that someone in a hopeless vegetative state such as his was a lost cause and that the odds of him waking up again were a “million to one”.
Inko didn’t want to lose him.
Izuku was all that she had.
For the past two weeks, she had been trying everything in her power to try and get him to wake up.
She had been bringing him his favourite food, singing him his favourite lullaby from when he was younger, bringing all of his sketch pads and art supplies over to the hospital ward and reading aloud all about his superhero characters that he had been making up in his spare time.
Hell, she even contacted his biological dad and tried to get him to come visit Izuku!
But nothing worked.
Tears started to well in her eyes as she took a seat on the end of his bed.
She reached out to grab hold of her precious son’s hand.
The second her hand touched his, Izuku sleepily mumbled, “What did I do this time?”
“MY BABY!” Inko screeched, flinging the assorted comics onto the ground.
Inko rapidly scooted up the bed and flung her arms around her son’s head, tears of happiness streaming down her chubby cheeks.