Even on the Darkest Days, There's Light

“Mommy?!”

Izuku walked down the hallway clenching the silver edition All Might figurine in his tiny hands. Izuku just turned seven and he lost his best friend, Kachan about a year ago. His small feet padded down the hallway and into the kitchen, the cool wood floor went to cold tile on his bare feet. Izuku’s lips turned down to a frown as his mom wasn’t in the kitchen.

“Mommy...?” Izuku turned to the living room so that he could see from the kitchen in their small two-bedroom one bath apartment. He tilted his head as he saw his mom’s green hair that was pulled up into a half updo, he slowly walked over to the couch she was laying on. “Mommy?”