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The Only Family I Have

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Midoriya Izuku tugged on the large metal chain that hooked him to the cushioned white wall. He hated how the black metal collar chafed against the dry skin on his neck. The dirty child’s clothing stuck to his dirty, sweaty skin like flypaper after going long days without bathing.

Izuku could feel his stomach painfully growl as his legs trembled from the lack of food, however, that was the last thing on his mind.

The 4-year-old wanted his mother.

She was all he could think about. Her sweet smile, her laugh, her humming, her small fingers rubbing softly through his bush of dark green curls, and most all: how she would hold him, telling him how much she loved him as if he was the only person in the world.

Izuku sniffed as tears ran down his chubby cheeks. He wanted his mother to come back but he hasn’t seen her in who knows how long…!

Where was his mom?! When was he going to see her?! Was she alive or...dead?!

“Mom!” He cried. “Mom! Mom, please come back!”

Yet despite how loud he cried, the cries fell upon deaf ears inside the small white, cushioned room.

Unknowingly, Izuku’s wish of seeing his mother, Midoriya Inko would come true very soon.

However, it wouldn’t be the same as before.


 

A ray of moonlight shined through a crack of in the beige blinds, allowing the night light to shine upon Izuku’s face.

The 15-year-old groaned, trying to go back to sleep but the wet sensation of a long tongue licking his left freckled cheek caused him to open his eyes.

The teenager felt his mouth turn into a small smile as he looked up at his mother squatting down, retracting her long tongue as she looked down at him with her wide, bulging white eyes.

The freckled child let out a chuckle as he stood up and cupped his mother’s firm green cheeks.

“Good morning, mom.” He greeted. “How long have you been up?”

Inko simply licked her son’s forehead as an answer causing to let out another chuckle.

“Yeah, I guess you couldn’t sleep all that well, huh?” He asked. “Well, that doesn’t matter, anyway.”

Izuku squatted down and grabbed his black bookbag from underneath his bed, opening it up to reveal multiple pieces of raw meat. Inko began tapping her left foot in excitement as the scent of the flesh filled the small bedroom.

The green-haired teenager stood still as he listened to his mother loudly devour the raw muscles, watching as she quickly chewed & swallowed the nutriment as if was a 5-star meal. After she finished eating, the 15-year-old rubbed his mother’s dirty snout, smiling as his mother purred from his gentle touch.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, mom,” Izuku said. “Can’t have all this meat on you.”

Inko nuzzled her son’s neck before following him into the bathroom.


Tsukauchi Naomasa sighed in frustration as he rubbed his fingers through his short black hair.

It was 1:30 in the morning, yet here he was sitting in his office, staring at five-night vision photos.

The five different photos were taken by the landlord, Youta Itsuki’s cameras at an abandoned apartment complex he owned. The apartment complex hadn’t had a single tenant that (knowingly) lived there for 8 years.

Despite no one living in the apartment complex for 8 years, Itsuki had continued running the cameras to make sure no homeless people were living there.

The 50-year-old recently made a deal with a general contractor, which required for the stranded co-op to be demolished so a mini-mall could be built in its place. The middle-aged man would get ¥500,000 for the large stranded place. 

Yet, it was discovered that the “abandoned” apartment complex wasn’t deserted as once believed. In fact, the cameras caught images of a hooded figure, carrying a backpack as they wandered in the darkness of the night.

Of course, Itsuki attempted to confront apartment 120, where he saw the stranger go and leave from in the photos. One day in the afternoon, he knocked on the dirty metal door, only getting a loud inhumane growl that he described to be that of a “demonic monster". The landlord nearly had a heart attack when a loud bang erupted on the other side followed by the scraping sound of scratching.

Not wanting to be attacked by whatever lived inside, Itsuki ran off & reported it to the police force.

Naomasa found the situation odd, to say the least.

Usually, homeless people moved around during the daytime since it was considered to be a lot safer than moving around at night where unknown dangers lurked in the shadows.

This meant only one thing: the hooded figure purposely wandered at night because they were probably committing illegal acts themselves.

Naomasa didn’t see anything inside the photos indicating illegal activities but that made the most sense. In all of the photos, there were pictures of the same hooded-figure carrying a backpack on their back as they returned-to-and-from the apartment.

The police detective sighed as he leaned back in his cushioned black chair.

The exhausted detective knew he would need to call in some outside help to capture the night inhabitant.

After all, it wasn’t like Naomasa was a tired underground pro-hero that could eraser quirks with his eyes, right?