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It was on July 17th that a true terror was born. Worse than All For One, worse than Humanrise and Meta-liberation. Junko midoriya, a delicate rose that hides it thorns until it ensnares you.
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"Just one more push, you can do it Mrs. Midoriya!" The nurse sitting behind Inko held her and squeezed her hand.
"Gah...mmh....Aahhg" Inko panted heavily
"It's a girl!" The doctors gently hand her over.
"What are you going to name her?" The nurses place a birth certificate on the table next to her.
"Junko Midoriya. . . My baby girl." Inko eyes were dead set on her baby as a grin started to form.
"My darling Junko, you'll take the world by storm. . ." Inko seemed to be in a daze the more she talked to Junko.
"Mrs.Midoriya, we need you to sign the documents. . .?" The nurse held a concern look on her face and tone as she watched the young mother talked to the child.
"Oh yes. . .by the way the Father isn't in the picture so don't even bother with that part. . ." Inko commented with a smile.
" Of course ma'am." The nurse got everything ready for Inko to sign and afterwords made sure that Inko went to bed and put Junko with the rest of the infants, after the tests of course.
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". . .know just sign here and here. . . Your free to go, don't forget to comeback for your checkup with Little Junko though alright Mrs. . ." The nurse voice just faded in and out as Inko nodded her head and smiled just wanting to go home with her beloved daughter, her dear Junko. . .
"Yes, yes of course. . ., Next month right?" Inko question as the nurse confirmed that it was.
"Have a good day Mrs.Inko!"
Inko waved at them with a tired grin! As she got outside, Inko looked around before quickly walking out of there in a calculated manner.
"You're going to love your bedroom and all of your outfits Junko~Tan!" Inko let out a small giggle as she got into the car setting Junko all up in the car seat.
They drove in silence and the occasion giggle from Inko as she looked at her sleeping daughter.
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Inko's home was modest but comfortable, reflecting her diligent efforts to create a nurturing environment for her new daughter. As they arrived, she carefully unbuckled Junko from the car seat, cradling her in her arms. The house was filled with the soft pastel colors that Inko had painstakingly chosen, each room a testament to her love and care.
"Welcome home, Junko," Inko whispered, her voice barely louder than a breath. She carried the infant inside, where a beautiful nursery awaited. The walls were adorned with soft pinks and gentle greens, decorated with cheerful animals and delicate flowers. A plush crib stood in the center, surrounded by shelves filled with stuffed toys and picture books.
Inko gently laid Junko in the crib, covering her with a handmade blanket. She watched her daughter for a few moments, a tender smile on her face, before retreating to the kitchen to prepare a bottle.
As the days turned into weeks, Inko's obsession with her daughter grew. She doted on Junko, showering her with affection and attention. Every outfit was meticulously chosen, every toy carefully selected. Inko's world revolved entirely around her baby girl.
Yet, beneath her loving exterior, there was a growing intensity in Inko's eyes. She watched Junko's every move, analyzing her with a meticulousness that bordered on obsession. Junko, for her part, thrived under her mother's watchful gaze, her bright eyes taking in the world around her with curiosity and intelligence.
Inko's friends and neighbors noticed the change in her. She had always been a devoted mother, but now there was something different, something almost unsettling in her devotion. They watched as Inko pushed Junko in her stroller, speaking to her in hushed tones, her eyes darting around as if she were constantly on guard.
"Have you noticed how Inko has been acting lately?" one neighbor whispered to another as they watched her pass by. "She's always been such a kind woman, but now... it's like she's a different person."
"I know what you mean," the other replied. "She's so intense, it's almost frightening. I hope everything is alright."
Inko, however, paid no mind to the whispers. She was entirely focused on Junko, determined to give her daughter the best possible life. She spent hours researching the best schools, the best activities, the best everything for her precious child.
As Junko grew, so did Inko's plans for her. She saw a future where her daughter would excel, where she would be admired and respected. Junko would be a shining star, surpassing all others. Inko was certain of it.
"You're going to be amazing, Junko," she would whisper to her daughter as she rocked her to sleep. "You're going to change the world."
Junko, with her bright green eyes and soft, dark hair, seemed to sense her mother's determination. Even as an infant, there was a spark in her, a quiet intelligence that promised great things. Inko nurtured this potential, guiding her daughter's every step with a firm but loving hand.
By the time Junko was old enough to attend preschool, Inko's reputation as an overprotective mother was well established. She hovered at the edge of the playground, watching Junko's every move, her eyes sharp and vigilant. Other parents gave her a wide berth, their whispers growing louder, but Inko didn't care. Her only concern was Junko.
As Junko continued to grow, she began to exhibit signs of exceptional intelligence. She mastered tasks with ease, her curiosity driving her to learn and explore. Inko encouraged this, providing her with books and puzzles, challenging her to think and solve problems.
One evening, as Inko was tucking Junko into bed, she looked down at her daughter with a mixture of pride and determination. "You have so much potential, Junko," she said softly. "You can be anything you want to be. And I will be here, every step of the way, to help you achieve your dreams."
Junko looked up at her mother with wide eyes, a small smile playing on her lips. "I want to be like you, Mama," she said.
Inko's heart swelled with emotion. "And you will be, my darling. You will be."
The years passed, and Junko's talents continued to blossom. She excelled in school, her teachers marveling at her intelligence and drive. Inko was always there, pushing her to achieve more, to reach higher. The bond between mother and daughter was strong, but it was also marked by Inko's unrelenting expectations.
One day, as Junko was practicing her piano, Inko watched her with a critical eye. "Remember, Junko," she said, her voice firm. "Perfection is the goal. You must strive for nothing less."
Junko nodded, her fingers moving gracefully over the keys. "Yes, Mama," she replied.
Inko's eyes softened as she watched her daughter. She knew that Junko was destined for greatness, and she would do everything in her power to ensure that her daughter achieved it. For Inko, there was no greater purpose, no greater joy, than seeing Junko succeed.
And so, Junko Midoriya grew, nurtured by her mother's fierce love and unwavering determination. She was a delicate rose, beautiful and strong, with thorns hidden beneath her petals, ready to ensnare the world and take it by storm.