^that image is a MOOD
(3rd person p.o.v)
"Mama guess what time it is" izuku exclaimed. "Hmm I don't know izu, is it TICKLE TIME." Inko proceeds to tickle our little cinnamon roll. "HAHAha- mamaa it's computer time". "Alright izu I'll go make your all might cake for your birthday while your on the computer ok." "Alright mama"
Who knew that my birthday would go downhill from there.
"Go away, you've never been welcome here!" (I need to keep izuku safe...) inko levitated a knife into her hands. "Inko you know you can't do anything to me" the man walked towards inko. "Even if you try to hurt me you'll just put yourself in danger" inko lunged at him with the knife only to have her arm broken "DAMNIT HISASHI" what inko didn't notice is that hisashi already has his fire ready. "Inko....until we meet again call me by my villain name, ALL FOR ONE" behind them was izuku, watching the whole thing go down.
"Mom.."
something clicked inside of him. "STOP" izuku ran, faster than he ever had. He was going to save her even if it was the last thing he did.
The room went silent
there was a bright light covering the boy. Izuku has healed himself but not completely, some scars were there but overall he was fine. Hisashi left hoping change his son to the dark side when he was older. To izuku it was blurry, but he felt a need to save his mom. Trying as hard as he could he called out to her knowing full well she wouldnt make it. So he took her phone, called the one number she always said to call when there was trouble. 911. Whole he waited he cried and cried and cried till he fell asleep next to his mom half covered in her blood but he didn't care. This was all a bad dream that would end as soon as he woke up, right? Only izuku and hisashi would Remember what happened. But the thought alone was enough to change dreams to nightmares
A/n
Alright first rewritten chapter let's GOO. This one didn't change Alot but as you can tell the course of the story is changing a bit so some big events may not happen that happened originally in the story
Wellp. POTATO OUT