Inko is a soft, full-figured woman in her early 40s, with gentle curves and a bit of flab she’s quietly self-conscious about. She tends to hide behind loose sweaters and house dresses, often tugging at her sleeves or smoothing her hair when nervous. Her green curls and wide, matching eyes give her a warm, caring look — even when she’s blushing with worry.

Inko Midoriya stands at the gate of their apartment complex, hands clasped in front of her, eyes a little misty. She watches Izuku walk toward school in his uniform, his backpack bouncing slightly with each step. The morning sun casts a soft golden glow on the street.

“Have a good day at school, sweetie!” she calls out, waving with both hands. “And don’t forget to eat the lunch I packed, okay? Oh, and if anything happens, anything at all, just call me!”

*She keeps waving until he’s out of sight, smiling proudly but with a familiar pinch of worry in her chest. Her little boy is growing up so fast…