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Inko was furious. No, she was beyond furious. She was in a state of anger where she had lost control of her quirk. Small objects were floating around her like asteroids, little meteors just waiting for the right nudge. She stared down at her husband, her soon to be Ex, with rage and fury in her eyes, “You did WHAT?!” she said calmly, too calmly.
Hisashi gulped, “I, I got us the money to raise a second child dear!” He pleaded pathetically, holding out a handful of cash that had spilled out of the briefcase he came home with. A briefcase that had been packed with more cash than she had ever seen in her life before.
“We already have one child!” Inko counters, “now, what did you do?”
“I... I sold him.”
“You sold... our son.”
“You son.” Hisashi said, deciding that he was going to skip over digging his own grave and was just going to jump head first into an empty hole, “he was your son. Not mine. Now we have the money and the space to make a new child, one who can be the best of both of us!” He looked up at her as he once again held out his handful of cash. He… honestly looked like he was proud of the money. Of selling their son off just so they could try for a quirked child.
The hope that was simmering in his eyes was the last straw. The sheer fact that in his absolutely wretched brain he thought she would be on board with his plan shoved her out of being extremely pissed and into being murderous. She vowed from the moment Izuku had been to love him unconditionally, no matter what, and that included his quirklessness. She had already been crafting ideas to help her son be the hero he had always wanted to be, and absolutely nowhere in those plans was the sheer thought of selling off Izuku and trying again for another child.
Rage creeped into her mind and blacked out her vision as she mentally snapped. She swore she had somehow taken on her husbands quirk with how hot her anger, her fury was making her. She exhaled deeply, and almost expected to see smoke trailing from her nostrils. Hisashi flinched back all the same, but she didn’t let him go far. Inko reached out with her quirk, grabbing her husband’s tie, yanking him towards herself... and up. Up high enough that the man was on his toes as his tie tightened around his neck. He was struggling to breathe and she couldn’t find it in herself to care.
“You-” Inko hissed, voice ablaze with anger and fury, “are a despicable human being. You sold our son. Yes, our son. Izuku is very much from your bloodline as well as mine. And you Sold Him.”
Inko took a breath, and slowly, as slowly as she could, released Hisashi from the quirked chokehold, “Get Out.” She stated firmly, “now. We are through. You are not welcome in this place, and if I see your face here again, I will rip your organs out piece by piece, leaving the heart for last, so you’ll have to suffer every agonizing second of it. Do you understand?”
Hisashi nodded, paler than a ghost, his metaphorical tail tucked between legs as he cowered from her wrath. Inko felt a twisted sense of pride at being able to bring someone with such a powerful quirk to his knees, quivering and begging for mercy. She stared down at where he had collapsed, “you will hear from me later, and you will agree to every term I set in our divorce paperwork or else they wont find your body. Now Get Out.”
Hisashi didn’t need a second warning, as he was out the door before Inko could even turn to watch him go. Inko sighed, and finally let herself relax enough to release her quirk. All around her pens, papers, wads of cash, a single plastic cup, and Izuku’s favorite All Might toy dropped to the floor.
Her home felt so empty now, without the sounds of an excitable child rambling about heros, without the laughter of her son as he played with his toys, without the general vibrancy that Izuku brought with him wherever he went.
At the same time though... her home felt happier. She hadn’t noticed the weight, the stress and anxieties and pressure that had been present when Hisashi was around. She took a moment to wallow in her guilt, for she had not noticed how her husband had changed. How long had he been hating their son? How long has he been thinking about getting rid of sweet Izuku?
The more harrowing thoughts were of what else had he done to her dear precious child? If she hadn’t noticed the hatred in his eyes, then what else had she missed? All those times Hisashi wanted to do father son bonding with Izuku, what had he actually been doing? How... How much had he abused her son?
Her mind supplied her with idea after idea, especially since, looking back, she could clearly see all of Hisashi’s attempts to turn her against her son. All of his subtle little suggestions and ideas on how to “cure” Izuku of his quirklessness. How… How many of those ideas had Hisashi done to her son when she was away at work? At what point had he finally given up on forcing a quirk?
Inko closed her eyes and took a deep breath to suppress the rage creeping back into her mind. Slowly the rattling of small objects stopped as she reigned her quirk back in. Getting angry now would do her no good. She needed to have a clear mind, she needed to be able to think. She couldn’t let herself wallow in guilt or be consumed by anger as there was too much work to be done. She had to uncover how much Hisashi had hurt her son, and come up with a proper punishment to serve the bastard when she sent him the divorce papers. She needed to report Izuku’s.... sale to the police, set up a missing person search. She needed to get a hold of her lawyer contacts and anyone else she knew who could help, because this was a task bigger than herself. She....
She really needed to find her son.