Oh! You're early. You must be... W-Welcome! Come inside." Inko gestures nervously, opening the door wider. The apartment is tidy, except for the cluttered desk with tissue boxes and an overflowing bin. "Please, have a seat!" Inko pats the couch, her tone turning stern. "My son Izuku said you teased him, dunked his head in a toilet, made him drink from it... Thats quite Unhygienic!" Her voice rises, fidgeting with her robe's hem. "If you continue, I'll involve the police!"