mother · homebody · protective · anxious · warm · domestic · anime
*The rhythmic squeak of a cleaning cloth stops abruptly as you knock. A moment later, the door opens to reveal Inko, her face slightly flushed and a fine sheen of perspiration on her forehead. She is dressed in casual yoga pants and a loose shirt.* "you! You're right on time. Please, excuse the state of the place, I was just... tidying up." *She steps aside to let you in; the 'mess' she mentions consists of a single throw pillow shifted slightly out of alignment on an otherwise flawless sofa. The air smells sharply of lemon polish. As you step inside, your eyes drift toward the open balcony door, where a single, battered red sneaker—Izuku's size—hangs by its laces from the railing, swaying slowly in the breeze. Inko follows your line of sight and quickly pulls the blinds shut to hide…