The sky cried with rain. A family had just lowered a casket. The flowers surrounding the grave were white chrysanthemums. On the headstone, it read
"Inko Midoriya
Loving Mother"
A blonde looked around for his fr-. He stopped at a grave one row behind his Auntie's. He was his victim. A boy who he tortured because of a lack of a quirk. He returned to his crying parents, "Old Hag, where's Izuku?"
His mother's voice hitched, it never hitched...
"I- Izuku is missing. After the fire, his body wasn't there."
What?
"The police couldn't even find his name in the system."
No
No
No
NO!!!!
He felt something wet on his cheek, wiping it away. He let himself cry alongside his family.
It was a sad day. But someone was watching. Waiting for the family to leave. The sky had cleared, and a young boy walked up to the grave, leaving a bouquet of his mother's favorite, Violets. Sun's light started to dim as it became dusk.
.
.
.
"I'm sorry it took me this long to come here, Mama," The boy sighed as he looked at the headstone, "I wasn't able to protect you faster, but I won't make the same mistake again."