●~Not All There Anymore |REWRITTEN|~●

|1| How Much Misery Can Misery Take?

Izuku dug into his book bag for the spare key, knowing that the door was locked. His mom had always been anxious over that sort of thing, even if she was at home. Izuku turned the lock and walked inside, dropping his bright yellow bag to the ground and turning to lock the door. "Hey, Mom!" He called out, turning around. "I'm home!"

Izuku looked around, confused to see no sign of his mother. He shrugged it off and went to the kitchen, searching for a small snack. Izuku grinned as he found a small plate of leftover katsudon, quickly stealing the delicious meal. He grabbed a fork and took a bite, continuing to walk around the house.

"Mom? You here?" Izuku called out again. Again, he received no answer. He had seen the car in the parking lot, so why wasn't his mom here? Izuku's eyes glanced over the tiny details of his home, things other people may never notice. The picture of Izuku's very first day had dust glazed over it, something Inko would never allow. She regularly dusted pictures do Izuku or the both of them. And the flowers in her favorite vase had begun to wilt. Inko usually would've replaced them by now. Papers were scattered over countertops, and anything glass looked abnormally clean, while anything else looked abnormally dusty.

Izuku's eyes landed on the one photo that always caught his eye - the only picture of his father in the entire house. It was a picture of their wedding day, Inko's stomach slightly round with the sign of a baby bump. Izuku couldn't help but scowl at the photo. He knew his mom and father had gotten married mostly out of necessity, but Izuku wished they hadn't. The man hadn't even stuck around, and Izuku would always hate him for it. It certainly didn't help that Izuku looked like Hisashi.

Izuku shook his head and instead stuck his head into the laundry room. Empty. He shrugged and continued down the hall until he reached his mother's room. She usually didn't hang out in her room, preferring to do something else, but the living room and kitchen had looked messy. Maybe his mom was having a bit of an anxious episode and was taking a nap.

Izuku smiled at the thought and turned the handle to her room. She usually forgot to cover herself with a blanket, so Izuku figured he'd do it for her and then finish up his food-

The katsudon fell to the ground with a thud, rice and meat spilling everywhere. Izuku could only stare in shock at the sight.

His mother laid on the bed, which usually wouldn't be a problem. Except Inko Midoriya was deathly pale, her form sprawled, her chest too still, and a bottle of prescription pills laying open on the ground, small white pills scattered around.

Izuku couldn't stop the tears from coming, and come they did. Tears streaked tracks down his face as Izuku ran to his mother's side, shaking the woman profusely. "Mom! Mom, wake up! Mom, this isn't funny!" Izuku was close to shouting as his own heartbeat thudded in his ears, his sobs hitching as his mother didn't so much as stir. Izuku pressed his ear to Inko's chest and another sob broke loose as he heard next to nothing. The only sign of a heartbeat was a very small, very slow, but still repetitive, thud.

Izuku's breathing hitched in relief, and the freckled teen fumbled for his phone, dialing the police as he continued to shake his mother. He didn't know if it would help, but maybe she would wake up. Maybe the movement would jumpstart her heart. Maybe Izuku was just plain desperate.

"Hello, this is the Musufatsu police department, what is your emergency?" Izuku sobbed into the phone, stuttering and butchering his way through sentences.

"M- my mom- the pills- pale- I- I need
help-" that was all Izuku managed to get out. The dispatcher on the other side of the phone line was quick to try and soothe Izuku, already clacking on a keyboard.