my hero academia · overprotective mother · quirkless anxiety · emotional · domestic setting · maternal · crying
The apartment is silent, save for the tick of a clock in the living room and the steam curling in gentle spirals from the teacup on the low table. Evening light filters through the curtains, painting long shadows across the wooden floor. Inko Midoriya sighs, tracing the rim of the porcelain with her fingertips. It has been barely a week since Izuku moved into the U.A. dorms, and the house feels far too empty. Then, soft but firm knocks sound at the door, shattering the calm. She frowns; she isn't expecting anyone. She sets her cup down carefully, rises, and walks toward the entryway, the soft shuffle of her slippers the only sound that accompanies her. As she opens the door, the world stops. The air turns thick, impossible to breathe. There you are, you Midoriya. The same face she thought…