We All Want to Change the World
Just a WIP I started because of the wonderful @iqrachi âs amazing stream earlier today. Some horrible angst follows.
Characters: Inko Midoriya, All Might|Toshinori Yagi, Izuku Midoriya, Tsukauchi Naomosa
Trigger Warnings: suicide attempt, suicide mention
Title: We All Want to Change the World
Chapter 1; Motherâs intuition
âIzuku? Sweetie?â She called softly, peeking in his room. All of his action figures were still pristinely in order, All Mightâs oldest costume to his newest. The grinning faces on the walls leared at her in the dark as she went to check his bed. It was cold and empty. He hadnât come home yet. She quelled her panic.
âHeâs just running late. The trains are probably still off from tgmhe attack this morning. Iâll just⌠Call to make sure heâs ok,â she muttered to herself. The twisting nervousness in her stomach told her something else was wrong. Call it motherâs intuition. With shaking hands, she dialed his number.
âCome on, Izuku. Answer,â she pleaded under her breath as the phone rang.
âThis is Midoriya Izuku! I canât answer my phone right now, please leave a message!â His bright voicemail answered.
âBaby, itâs me. Are you ok? Youâre running a little late Izuku! Call me back!â She told the message, hanging up. She paced around the living room a moment and called again, hanging up when it went to voicemail. She sighed and set her phone on the kitchen counter as she started dinner. She found herself glancing at the phone every few minutes, uneasiness still curling in her stomach. She heaved a resigned sigh and called again.
âHello?â A voice answered this time. It wasnât Izukuâs.
âWho is this? Where is my Izuku?â She snapped, dred spilling into her blood stream.
âThis isâŚâ The man sighed, âthis is detective Kimura with the Mustafu police. Iâm guessing youâre looking for your son.â
âYes,â she whispered. The detective sighed again.
âWe found his backpack and other personal items on a roof top near the city center. Iâm sending a car for you to identify that they are indeed his,â the detective told her. She nodded and hung up. She looked around the house, anxiety and shock making it impossible to think.
âBreathe. What would Izuku do if his friendâs things were found?â She asked herself.
âHe would stand up straight and give them his best smile. Just like all might,â she decided, following her brave boyâs example. When the knock on the door came, she marched over, grabbing her purse and coat on the way.
âMrs. Midoriya?â The officer asked.
âThatâs me,â she said, proud that she didnât stammer.
âIf youâll come with me, ma'am. We have a few questions weâd like to ask about your son,â the officer stepped back, allowing her to lock the door before they walked down to the street. He helped her into the car and drove them to a police station in the city center.
âDetective Kimura will be with you in a moment. Please, have a seat,â a secretary told her, indicating a chair. She sat, clutching her purse in her lap, trying very hard not to cry. She watched the bullpen, always a flurry of motion and work. Another detective and a tall, skinny blonde man exited a room nearby.
âThanks again for your help, Yagi. Iâll call you about the paperwork tomorrow,â the detective clapped the thin man on the back. He smiled and waved, turning toward the exit. And Inko. He stopped dead in his tracks, staring at her. She hurriedly wiped her eyes and looked away, trying not to look like sheâd been watching him.
âExcuse me, do you⌠Nevermind. Sorry to bother you,â he mumbled, walking away quickly. She watched him go, and turned back to see a new officer approaching her.
âMrs. Midoriya. Iâm detective Kimura Nobu. Please, if youâll follow me this way. We can talk in my office,â he led her to a cramped office, offering her a seat. He sat on the other side of the desk and pulled out a large plastic evidence back. It held Izukuâs backpack.
âIs this your sonâs backpack?â He asked. He looked tired, like he didnât sleep well. Izuku looked like that sometimes. When he spent the night analyzing the latest hero news.
âYes. Thatâs Izukuâs,â she murmured, tears threatening to spill down her cheeks.
âIs this his cellphone?â He held up another evidence bag.
âYes. May I⌠May I have it please? Just for now?â
âOf course. You canât take it with you though. It may have important evidence.â
âEvidence? Is Izuku in trouble?â
âJust a few more questions, Mrs. Midoriya,â he paused, handing over the notebook in its bag. It was scortched and sooty. Her eyes narrowed slightly. There was only one way his notebook could have gotten like that. Katsuki was picking on him again.
âAnd⌠LastlyâŚâ He couldnât meet her eyes. He looked like he needed a nice home cooked meal. She looked down at the notebook in her hands, clenching and unclenching on it in her lap.
âAre these his shoes?â He murmured. Inko looked up to see Izukuâs big red shoes, encased in a plastic evidence bag.
âWhere is my son?â She asked, tears finally escaping her eyes.
âMrs. Midoriya. We found him⌠We found his unconscious body in the wearhouse district. He was rushed to the hosiptal just before you called. He⌠He was unresponsive. I think⌠We think⌠It may have been a suicide attempt,â Detective Kimura stated, looking her in the eye.