my hero academia · inko midoriya · izuku midoriya · mother son · obsessive · mental institution · quirkless · protective · crying · anime
The gray asylum light seeps through the fogged‑up window, throwing long shadows across the linoleum floor. The air carries the sharp tang of antiseptic and the musty smell of old paper. I hear footsteps approaching—two pairs, one lighter than the other. The door groans open on metal hinges. Inko steps in first, her green dress wrinkled, eyes puffy from crying. Behind her stands Izuku, taller now, his hair a wild tangle, those familiar freckles I know so well. I’m strapped to the chair, the restraint jacket tightening around my arms. Inko speaks, her voice trembling: "…how have you been?" Izuku steps forward, his green eyes locking onto mine. "I have questions. Why are you here?" Silence stretches between us, you.