My hero academia:Am I worthy?

Inko didn't fully know what was happening in her son's school life since she was always working. She tried to dedicate her free time to Izuku, who was suffering from the attacks of his classmates. It pained her to see her son losing the former sparkle in his eyes. He had no friends, only Nejire, who had left a long time ago. Izuku was 11 years old and still missed the carefree times spent with his friend.

One day, returning from work, Inko noticed that the apartment was dark. This disappointed her because she couldn't hear the sounds of the television that her son usually turned on, only the oppressive darkness and cold silence. As she passed through the doorway, she turned on the light and took off her shoes.

"Izuku, I'm home!" Inko shouted, but in response, she heard only silence, which was uncharacteristic of her son. She tensed at the gloomy silence and, approaching the door to his room, felt a heavy atmosphere emanating from behind it. Curiously thinking that Izuku might be tired, she pressed her ear to the door, straining to listen for any sounds, but the silence continued. Carefully bringing her hand to the door, she slowly and quietly opened it, so as not to wake him. In the room, shrouded in darkness, she saw Izuku lying still on the bed.

"Is he sleeping or pretending?" a question arose in Inko's mind. Quietly opening the door wide, she tiptoed closer to him. To her surprise, she heard him sniffle softly. She didn't pay much attention to it as she continued toward him until she noticed that the blanket he was covered with was starting to get wet. This raised her suspicions, and she quickened her pace, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Hearing his mother's voice that she had come home, Izuku immediately stopped crying, covering his mouth with his hand, so that not even air could pass through the gaps. Taking the blanket, he completely covered his face and body so that Inko wouldn't see the traces of his tears. Hearing the door open, he fell silent, trying to hold back his tears, but the emotions overwhelmed him. The grief he felt struck him down, and tears began to flow down his face onto the sheets and blanket, drawing his mother's attention. He saw how, through the moonlight streaming in from the window, a hand reached out to him to pull the blanket away. Finally, she slowly pulled at the edge of the blanket. Underneath, Izuku's face emerged — wet from tears, his cheeks flushed from tension, and his lips trembled, clenched in a desperate attempt to hold back sobs. His eyes, red and dull, met his mother's gaze for just a second before he turned away, as if wanting to hide his shame.

Inko slowly approached the bed, her gaze drifting over her son's huddled figure, wrapped in the blanket, as if it were the last shield against the world. She saw his shoulders barely trembling as he tried with all his might to hide his pain.

Her fingers gently touched his shoulder, damp from tears, and she felt him flinch at the touch. Slowly, trying not to startle him, Inko attempted to pull him into her embrace, hoping to provide comfort. But he tensed. His body felt like stone, rejecting her touch.

He began to resist. A weak movement, almost imperceptible, but she felt it distinctly. He withdrew, showing with all his being that he didn't want to, couldn't allow her to come closer.

Her heart ached with pain. This was not just a rejection — it was a barrier erected by her own son.

"Izuku…" — her voice trembled, but she held back, swallowing the rising tears. "If you want to talk… if you want to vent, I'm here. Tell me everything that's on your heart. I'll listen and try to help."

She froze, waiting for any kind of response. A few seconds felt like an eternity. Then Izuku slowly propped himself up from the bed. His movements were awkward, as if he struggled to find the strength to move.

He lifted his eyes to her. Bloodshot and full of tears, they seemed to mirror his internal storm.

"Why… am I… like this?" — his voice trembled, as if each word was tearing out through the pain. "What… did I… do to them?"

Inko felt something inside her shatter into pieces. She wanted to respond, to find words that could mend the cracks in his soul, but her lips remained silent. In that moment, she realized how deep his wound was.

"Tell me what happened, dear. I'll support you," Inko pleaded, stretching her hands for an embrace, which Izuku looked at and hesitated due to the storm of conflicting emotions. He gave in to his desires. His mind and soul craved the tenderness, love, and care that only two people in his life could provide. Giving in to the call of his soul, he, with the last of his strength, clung to his mother's embrace, holding her as if tomorrow would never come. His hands and body trembled painfully, but she managed to control her emotions and not cry with her son. Slowly stroking the back of her son's head, Inko felt Izuku's pain in his heart. With every heartbeat, she sensed that Izuku was holding back and couldn't express what was on his mind. After about five minutes of crying, Izuku finally calmed down enough to regain control of his emotions and share everything with his mother.

"I want to be a hero, Mom, but everyone laughs at me. They tell me I'm useless, worthless, a burden, a mistake of humanity. I never did anything to them; I never said bad words to them. They think I look down on them, but that's not true. I just want to make friends, but my… my…" — Izuku couldn't finish his sentence, and Inko hugged him tighter, stroking his head. He understood what he wanted to say, but the word "quirkless" became a real insult in this society, and seeing someone who embodied that word became a curse for a person who had been unlucky in life. Inko knew what was happening in her son's life, and she wanted to spend more time with him, but due to work, she rarely managed to see him and spend time as a mother and son.

"I've been punished; I have to clean up after classes for a week and… and… apologize to those I offended," — said Izuku in a trembling voice, which carried reluctance and regret for dragging his mother into his problems. Inko was shocked by Izuku's words. She wanted to scream and ask him who told him to apologize and clean the classroom after lessons. Izuku was an extremely diligent student; he would never engage in conflict and always helped others when they needed it. Yet someone forced him to wash floors as punishment. Anger boiled inside her, but in this moment, she knew it would only worsen Izuku's guilt. Mentally holding herself back, she softly and gently asked Izuku:

"Izuku, I know you would never do that. You're a caring boy with a heroic spirit, and I will stand by your side, even if it's against the principal. Tell me who slandered you and who reprimanded you like this. I want to help you." Kissing her son's forehead, she melted the iceberg in Izuku's soul, allowing her to help him. The soul, warmed by the love of a mother, calmed the boy who had desired to be left alone just five minutes ago.

As unfortunate as Izuku was for having no quirk, he was much luckier with his mother. A loving mother who would comfort and support in any difficult times, no matter what you had done. Inko was extremely caring, giving herself entirely to her close circle, especially to her son, who constantly doubted himself. His determination to help others was reinforced by his will, which was like an unbreakable wall that could withstand any attacks and support his last hope for a bright future. Although the profession of a hero requires a quirk, she knew that one could become a hero in other ways, not necessarily by being a person who wears colorful costumes. Exhaling in satisfaction while watching Izuku calm down, she asked him who had made him do all these things.

"It was the principal and my classmates," he replied evenly, letting his mother go and lying back on his bed. Tomorrow, Inko had an important conversation with the principal and the parents of Izuku's classmates. She had never felt such determination before, but this was not for her own sake; it was for Izuku, who had a future ahead of him.

"Alright, dear, don't worry. Tomorrow I'll go to school with you. No one will hurt you."

"But Mom, don't you have work tomorrow, and the day after is your birthday?" Izuku didn't believe she would go, but deep down, he felt a sense of calm.

"We'll celebrate my birthday together. We'll have time for that." Of course, Inko would be late for work, but her son was more important than money and her own plans, and she had decided that she would go to school tomorrow.

Inko watched as Izuku continued to look nervous and exhausted, and seeing her son's worried face, she didn't want to see him like this. Gathering all her care and worries, she recalled all the warmest memories with him and cleared her throat to get his attention. With a relaxed face, she began to sing like an angel who had descended from heaven, calming the anxious boy.

"Life is a mystery, everyone must stand alone," — her voice was like the sun warming the soul. His eyes and eyelids relaxed as he looked at his mother's calm face, who sang for him.

"I hear you call my name…"

His stomach relaxed, and his chest also returned to a calmer breath.

"And it feels like a home…" — the last word "home" imprinted in his mind like a warm and cozy sanctuary where he was awaited with open arms by a person who didn't care who you were or what you did; she would love you no matter what. The hands that had been gripping the bed released the blanket, becoming as light as a feather, like leaves blown in the wind.

"I hear your voice, it's like an angel sighing…"

Her voice was like the gentle rustle of an angel's wings: light yet penetrating deep into the heart. When she sang, time stood still, and it seemed as though the very sky was listening, holding its breath. In every note of her song, there was an undeniable sincerity that moved one to tears. Her voice was not just a sound; it was a touch of something divine. Izuku listened to only the fourth line but felt so relaxed by his mother's singing that he forgot everything that had happened that day. As she broke the stone in her son's soul, she was glad to see Izuku listening to her with his mouth agape, and she had no intention of slowing down.

"I have no choice, I hear your voice, feels like flying…"

As he closed his eyes, trusting his mother, he began to imagine meeting Nejire after a long time, picturing her throwing herself into his arms, hugging him tightly and not letting go for any reason. Then he imagined kneeling before his mother, saying those cherished words he had long wanted to express.

"Mom, I fulfilled my dream," — he anticipated how his mother would excitedly hug him, saying:

"I believed in you, my son. I always believed in you. I knew you could do it. This is my baby, my most unwavering baby who succeeded," — words that Izuku wanted to hear from his Messiah, whose nature was to give care and hope.

"In the midnight hour, I can feel your power, just like a prayer, you know I'll take you there…"

he fell asleep with a smile. Seeing this, Inko smiled as well. To ensure he drifted into a deep sleep, she continued singing:

-Like a child

You whisper softly to me

You're in control

Just like a child

Now I'm dancing

It's like a dream

No end and no beginning

You're here with me

It's like a dream

Let the choir sing

His mind emptied, surrendering to the enchantment, and finally, with a calm face, he fell asleep with a smile. He looked charming, the moonlight fell on him, and the tears on his cheeks glistened in the light, giving Izuku a captivating look. Covering him with a blanket, Inko kissed him on the cheek and quietly left the room, gently closing the door behind her.

"Sleep sweetly, Izuku. I won't let anyone hurt you," — she whispered, falling into the arms of Morpheus, waiting for the next day.

The next day.

The school building stood like a stone monolith, indifferent to the events happening inside. For Inko Midoriya, it was a symbol of all the problems that had befallen her family over the years. But today everything would change. Today she had come to protect her son.

Her footsteps echoed in the empty hallway as she confidently walked toward the principal's office. She had come to prove and confront him about the punishment given to Izuku without her knowledge — how dare they not inform his legal guardian, placing the responsibility on a minor 11-year-old boy.

Yesterday, when Izuku returned home with an empty gaze and a heavy heart, Inko barely recognized her son. His usually cheerful face was twisted in pain. After long persuasion, she finally learned the truth: he had been accused of something he hadn't done. Classmates who had never liked his quiet demeanor and desire to do good had united in their accusations. Allegedly, Izuku had made derogatory remarks towards them. Inko couldn't believe that her son, the very Izuku who always helped even those who treated him poorly, could be subjected to such a low and unjust attack.

She stopped in front of the massive door with the sign "Principal's Office." Taking a deep breath, she knocked.

"Come in," a voice called from behind the door.

Inko entered, trying to maintain her composure. The principal sat at his desk, his face displaying slight irritation.

"Ms. Midoriya, how can I help you?" he looked at her coldly over his glasses.

"We spoke yesterday," Inko began, trying to suppress her anxiety. "And I've come to discuss this situation again."

"If you're going to bring up your son's accusations again…" the principal started, but she interrupted him.

"Yes, that's exactly what I'm here for. I've come to protect my child from your failing system," her voice strengthened, sounding firm.

The principal sighed, as if this whole situation was trivial to him.

"Ms. Midoriya, we have testimonies. Several students confirm that Izuku made offensive remarks towards them."

"That's a lie," Inko said calmly, but her words sounded like thunder in a clear sky.

The principal's face quivered slightly.

"Are you sure the evidence… is reliable?" he tried to maintain his composure, but his voice trembled slightly.

"More than enough," Inko replied, looking him straight in the eyes.

She knew her task was not just to protect Izuku but to show that there were deeper problems in this school than met the eye.

"Your students," she continued, "decided they had the right to lie to soothe their own egos. They mocked my son and decided to 'put him in his place' because he doesn't fit their image of what a person should be."

The principal fell silent, his face beginning to show tension.

"And you," Inko stepped forward, her voice becoming firmer, "believed these children without giving Izuku the chance to defend himself. You didn't conduct any investigation, nor did you consider that such accusations could ruin my son's life!"

"Ms. Midoriya, I ask you to calm down," the principal raised his hand as if trying to stop her anger.

But Inko could no longer restrain herself.

"Calm down?" — she leaned forward, her voice low and threatening. "And my son was supposed to 'calm down' when they laughed at him? When he was humiliated? When you, as an adult and the head of this school, didn't even try to understand the situation?"

The principal was taken aback. His confidence melted away like snow under the sun.

"I… I will look into this matter," he finally said, averting his gaze.

"Yes, you will," Inko threw the documents onto the table. "Because if you don't, I will contact the Department of Education."

She straightened up, regaining her composure.

"My son deserves justice, just like any other child in this school. And I won't allow him to be a victim of your negligence."

The principal silently stared at her, realizing that further arguing was pointless.

Inko left the office, feeling a mix of emotions — anger, relief, anxiety. She knew this was just the beginning, but she was sure she had done the right thing.

When she returned home, Izuku was sitting on the couch, still lost in his gloomy thoughts.

"Mom," he quietly started, "you shouldn't have done that…"

"I had to," she replied firmly, sitting down next to him. "You're my son, Izuku. And I will always fight for you."

Izuku looked at her, and his eyes began to shine with tears. He said nothing, just hugged her, clinging like a small boy who finally felt safe.

Inko realized that the battle was not over. But she knew she would protect her son — and let the truth be her main weapon.

"Izuku, don't you want to eat katsudon?" Inko asked, looking at the stove, which was steaming and emitting vapor.

Izuku caught the scent of the divine food that was intoxicating, and his stomach rumbled, drawing Inko's attention. But hunger took over, and Izuku replied:

"Can I have two servings, Mom?" he asked, looking at his mother, who smiled at his request. After enjoying the delicious food at Inko's request, Izuku went to his room because they were supposed to arrive.

The sound of dishes clattering filled the kitchen, where Inko was preparing tea. Her face showed tension — she knew a difficult conversation lay ahead. Today, she had invited the parents of several of Izuku's classmates, including Mitsuki Bakugo, to discuss how their children treated her son.

The problems had begun yesterday, but now they had reached a peak. Inko hoped this conversation would bring about some change.

The doorbell rang sharply, as if pulling her out of her thoughts. Inko wiped her hands on a towel and hurried to the door.

"Hello, Inko," Mitsuki smiled as she entered the house. Her friendly demeanor was familiar to Inko for many years, but today she saw something different in that smile — a note of caution.

"Hello, Mitsuki. Thank you for coming," Inko replied, inviting her inside.

Soon, the other parents arrived. Four adults seated at the kitchen table looked different: some radiated polite interest, while others clearly felt uncomfortable.

Inko began the conversation, holding a cup of hot tea in her hands as if it helped her maintain her calm.

"Thank you for taking the time to come. I understand our meeting may seem sudden, but this is very important to me."

"We are always ready to talk if there are any problems," Mitsuki said, slightly pursing her lips.

"There are problems," Inko replied firmly, looking her straight in the eyes. "They concern your children's attitude towards my son, Izuku."

Mitsuki frowned, and one of the parents, a man with sharp facial features, snorted.

"And what problems are we talking about?" he asked.

Inko took a deep breath, trying to speak calmly:

"My son is being humiliated, insulted, and now he has even been slandered. He was accused of something he didn't do. And this isn't the first time. I'm sure you don't know about this because your children might not tell you everything. But the situation is becoming unbearable."

Mitsuki furrowed her brows, her face becoming serious.

"Are you saying my son is the instigator?"

"He's not the only one," Inko repeated, her voice remaining calm but firm. "But Katsuki has always treated Izuku with disdain. And that arrogance is contagious. It sets an example for other children, who think it's okay to belittle and laugh at someone."

Mitsuki froze, as if in disbelief.

"Wait a minute, Inko. Are you saying my son is the troublemaker?"

"He's not the only one," she reiterated, her voice still calm but firm. "But Katsuki has always treated Izuku with disdain. And that arrogance is contagious. It sets an example for other children, who think it's okay to belittle and laugh at someone."

Mitsuki opened her mouth to respond, but another mother, a slender woman with long blonde hair, interrupted her.

"Listen, I can't speak for everyone, but my son always says that Izuku brings it on himself. He behaves strangely, is always fidgeting, and… well, how can I put this… he doesn't really fit in."

Inko looked at her with restraint.

"And does that justify mockery? Is that a reason for bullying?"

The woman averted her gaze, unable to find a response.

"Listen, Inko," the same man with sharp features interjected, "kids always act this way. They tease each other; that's part of growing up. Your Izuku just needs to be stronger."

Inko felt anger rising within her, but she tried to keep her composure.

"You're right; kids can tease each other. But there's a difference between playful teasing and deliberately humiliating someone to assert oneself at their expense. That's what's happening to Izuku."

Mitsuki shook her head, her face showing a mix of disbelief and concern.

"I understand you're defending your son. But are you sure he's completely innocent? Maybe he said something that bothered them?"

"I am sure," Inko replied, her voice growing firmer. "Because I know my son. He's not the kind of person who would insult someone."

Silence fell in the room. The parents exchanged glances, some clearly shocked by what they had heard.

"If you think this is just 'kids being kids,' think again," Inko continued. "What's happening is discrimination. And it's destroying my son."

Mitsuki lowered her gaze, nervously fiddling with the edge of her cup.

"Inko…" she finally said softly. "If this is true, then I can't excuse Katsuki. I will talk to him."

"Thank you, Mitsuki," Inko replied, feeling a faint spark of hope.

But the other parents still looked skeptical.

"We will, of course, talk to our kids," said the man. "But remember that any conflict has two sides."

Inko felt her patience wearing thin.

"Two sides?" she repeated, her voice rising. "Have you seen how your child comes home in tears? Have you seen how he tries not to go to school because there he faces humiliation? Have you ever felt what it's like to watch your child break?"

The man lowered his gaze, unable to find words.

"I'm not asking for much," Inko continued, her voice calming again. "I'm asking you to talk to your children. Explain to them that such behavior is unacceptable. Help them understand that bullying is not a game."

Mitsuki nodded, her face showing determination.

"You're right, Inko. I will do that."

The other parents slowly nodded, each accepting her words in their own way.

As the meeting came to an end, Inko escorted the guests to the door. Mitsuki lingered a moment longer.

"You know, Inko," she said, looking her friend in the eyes, "I understand how hard it is for you right now. And if Katsuki really was part of this… I will deal with him."

Inko looked at her with gratitude.

"Thank you, Mitsuki. I hope this helps."

Mitsuki only smiled faintly and left, leaving Inko alone in the quiet of her home.

When the door closed, Inko felt a wave of relief wash over her. After calming down from the exhausting conversation, she called out to Izuku.

"Izuku, you can come out now. They're all gone." Izuku stepped out of his room, wrapping his arms around his mother, who was tired yet filled with a sense of accomplishment and pride.

Hugging his mother, Izuku realized that there were no greater heroes in his life than the people closest to him.

"Mom, are you ready for your birthday tomorrow?" Izuku asked nervously, knowing he hadn't prepared a gift for her yet.

She was ready for this and simply nodded to her son, saying:

"I will have time to celebrate my birthday, Izuku. Let's go to the store together and buy everything we need for it."

Izuku's eyes sparkled, and knowing the recipe for a cake, he decided that while his mom was at work, he could prepare the first baking she would appreciate.

***

Name: Senku

Surname: Saki

Age: 28 years

Nickname: Kaiber

Quirk: Meat Butcher — capable of becoming stronger and faster, requiring live meat.

Flaws: Extremely impulsive. His quirk induces a hunger that drives him mad.

Mental State: Unstable after eating meat, extremely cunning and foresighted.

Victims: 16 people. Primarily attacks lone individuals in deserted places.

Status: Criminal, maniac, rapist, and cannibal.

Appearance: Red hair, unkempt appearance, weight 87 kg. Highly dangerous. Do not engage and flee if you see matching facial features; call law enforcement.

Distinctive Features: Sharp teeth not typical of a normal human, and yellow eyes hidden behind lenses and a mask.

On the night streets walked the very man sought by nearly all law enforcement agencies in the city of Mustafa. The time was 21:56, and in four minutes the streets would empty, as in Japan, after 22:00, a quiet hour begins, and even cars stop driving, except for a few brave souls, who are the targets of Senku.

He spotted a woman exiting a store, lustfully licking his teeth and lips in anticipation of fresh meat. Slim, beautiful, and with a car — it was like hitting the jackpot! The criminal, not wanting to lose his prey due to his hunger, slowly approached to raise his adrenaline levels.

Approaching the white car, he tapped on the window, startling the woman who was trying to start her vehicle. Seeing the unkempt man, she thought he was a homeless person asking for charity. Slightly opening the window, she heard his voice:

"Please, do you have any spare change for food? I'm homeless, I haven't eaten in two days..."

Senku, seeing the woman distracted by her armrest as she retrieved her wallet, felt a rush of excitement, as his new scheme for luring victims worked far better than the previous ones. While she was distracted, the criminal decided to act and, without hesitation, smashed the window with a single punch, frightening the driver.

"Get out, you damned piece of meat!" Senku shouted, opening the door from the inside. The shocked woman couldn't scream or do anything, as the glass shards disoriented her. He grabbed her hand, pulling her out of the car.

"What are you doing?!!" the woman screamed as the maniac stood tall, demonstrating his superiority over her.

"..." He said nothing, only tightening his fists even more. Ensuring that no one was around, he looked at her as she prepared to scream, "Help!"

A blow struck her pretty face, leaving it bruised. He hit her without mercy. She tried to shield herself with her hands, but the maniac was stronger and continued to beat her. Finally remembering the pepper spray in her pocket, she used it, spraying it in his face and momentarily hindering his breathing to escape. She managed to slip away and ran a short distance until she saw him chasing her.

"Get away from me!!!" she screamed, but he didn't listen and ran even faster, grabbing her by her long hair and dragging her into an alley.

"Now you are mine," said the maniac, removing his mask and glasses. The woman was confronted with a horrifying sight: instead of normal teeth, he had a mouth reminiscent of a shark, with yellow, filthy teeth, and drool was dribbling from his chin, hinting at his hunger.

"What do you want from me? I'll give you everything, just leave me alone."

"I don't want anything from you, but I need something from your body," Kaiber replied, pouncing on his victim and sinking his teeth into her neck, tearing the carotid artery. Blood gushed out quickly as the woman clutched at the wound, trying to alleviate the pain. Breathing became heavy, and she could no longer resist. Tasting her flesh, he went wild; his eyes widened in delight. He watched her as she gasped for air, and the flowing blood from her neck excited him even more, wanting to savor her body even deeper.

"You are beautiful," he said, licking his lips. He killed her in the most brutal way, devouring her flesh piece by piece like a hyena. She was long dead, but he continued to relish his dinner, and the driver's license that fell from her pockets caught his attention. Reading her name, he smiled.

"Inko. Inko Midoriya."

***

Izuku sat at home, worried about where his mother had gone, who should have returned a long time ago. He sat at the table, thinking that something had happened to her. He had set the table, baked his first cake, hung up signs, and even made a gift with his own hands.

Inko Midoriya always came home on time. Even if she was late from work, she always warned her son. But today was different.

The clock on the wall showed 22:30, and a tense silence filled the apartment. Eleven-year-old Izuku sat on the couch, gripping the phone tightly. His gaze kept drifting to the door as if his mom would appear any moment. The boy's heart pounded in his chest, and a thought crossed his mind: What if something happened?

He pondered for a long time, trying to calm himself, but the fear for his mom proved stronger. Finally, gathering his courage, Izuku dialed the police with trembling fingers.

"Hello, this is the police. How can we help you?" replied a strict but calm voice of the operator.

"Uh... hello," Izuku's voice trembled, but he tried to speak clearly. "My name is Izuku Midoriya. I'm 11 years old. I... I can't find my mom. She was supposed to be home two hours ago, but she's still not back. I'm worried."

On the other end of the line, the voice softened.

"Izuku, are you at home? Are you safe?"

"Yes, I'm at home," the boy nodded, even though the operator couldn't see him. "I'm alone. Mom always calls, but today... nothing."

"Okay, Izuku. You did the right thing by calling us. We'll check. Do you remember what she said before leaving? Where was she going?"

Izuku paused for a moment, sifting through his memory of his mom's morning words.

"She said she was going to the store after work. She had a long day..."

"Got it. We'll take care of this. Can you stay on the line?"

Izuku nodded again, gripping the phone tighter.

"Yes..."

He sat in complete silence, hearing only his own breathing and the occasional voices from the other end of the line. Hope battled with fear. But in that moment, he knew one thing: he wouldn't stop until he was sure his mom was okay.

There was a knock at the door, and he prepared himself, putting on a festive hat and holding a piece of cake. Here it was, his mom finally returned, thanks to the police.

When he opened the door, he never expected to see anyone but his mother.

To be continued...

[3 chapter's until venom apearance]