The rain poured heavily outside the foggy window. Little droplets raced against each other on the glass, seeing which one would meet their inevitable end at the sill first. The skies outside were in a stormy gray, somber and mellow. It seemed as if there was a sun, it would be covered by the thick, gloomy blankets of condensation.
The highways and roads outside were jammed up with cars, the street being made slippery with all the water. The unfortunate civilians who were caught out in the rain before they could return home either had one lucky umbrella which they stood under while speed walking to their apartment complex, or were running with any of their possessions they could make use of over their head in a failed attempt to save their hair and face from getting drenched with water.
There was the repeating sound of water dripping onto the roof of the building, coming down the spout and spilling over the soaked lawn. Once in a while, there was the crash of thunder in the distance, which was 18 miles away if you counted the second intervals between each streak of lightning.
Izuku had his elbows uncomfortably propped up on the wooden, white window sill. His half-hooded, viridian green eyes scanned over the scenery in front of him. It was about time for him to go to bed, but he stayed awake, waiting for his mother to come home. He eyed the sidewalks for any sight of her, but it was like she got lost in the world of rain that poured relentlessly.
Midoriya began to get worried around 7:30 PM when his mother had replied to his concerned text messages with "I'll be home in 15 minutes." But then she didn't answer the rest of the questions he sent right after, and that was over 2 hours ago. The dim skies seemed even darker with Izuku's anxiety and the night fully on display beyond the clouds.
The clock in the back of his bedroom ticked obnoxiously, keeping the teen on edge every time it made the clacking nose. His head pounded with an oncoming headache. Great, now because he had sat in the same position for hours waiting for his mom, he had an extremely stiff neck and back.
The mess of sheets behind him on his bed was evidence of him actually trying to sleep, but not being able to due to the constant gut-feeling that told him something was off.
If he was honest, Inko not coming back until the late hours of the night wasn't uncommon. As she was a single mother who wrecked her health just to make ends meet and pay the bills for her son. Ever since the first of this situation occurred when he was 7, he always waited patiently for her, painting on a bright, happy smile the moment he saw her walking down the sidewalk and towards the apartment. Except the moment he had gotten his mother's old phone back in the start of middle school, he found that if Inko said that she would be home in 15 minutes, the longest she would take would be 30 minutes, due to a long line or extra work.
But now it had been way over the usual time limit. He had even tried to call Inko multiple times, only ending up with him receiving a voicemail that said "Please leave a message for Midoriya Inko." And he had at least a dozen of them now.
The clock ticked 10:00, and there was still no sign of the green-haired woman. Izuku truly didn't know what to do. The thought of him going out to her workplace to find her crossed his mind many times, but as a young teen with only a raincoat and too-large boots, being out alone in the dark and slippery road wouldn't be that hard to kidnap or harm.
Izuku let out a heavy sigh, muscles and limbs rigid from not stretching out his sore body. Perhaps we should just go to bed, after all, his mother would always tell him to just go to sleep first if it was getting too late. Even if the first attempt failed, maybe the second would be the charm.
Finally stood up, his knees felt weak from sitting down for so long. He twisted his neck and back to crack them, relieving pressure built-up. Izuku began to make his way to the bathroom next to his bedroom, deciding to not turn on the lights after already becoming too used to the dim surroundings.
The white tiles on the ground were freezing under his thin socks. Beige colored wallpaper with small decor danced around the limited space that held a small shower with a white curtain that had small, black cat decals scattered on the fabric, visible as soon as you walked into the room as it was placed on the opposite wall of the door, horizontal against the wall. There was a toilet that was to the right of the shower, plain and porcelain that had a baby blue rug in front of it and the exit area of the shower that was planned to the opposing wall. And finally, there was a simple sink attached to the wall beside the toilet with pipes underneath as well as a frameless, rectangle mirror planted vertically right above the sink.
He looked at his barely visible appearance in the mirror. There were eyebags under the lightly dusted freckles on his face, hair a bit tousled and eyes looking droopy like a man who hasn't slept in years.
Quickly, he brushed his teeth and used the restroom, taking the chance to splash his face with cold water in order to feel more refreshed and made his way back to the messy bedroom that had a slight scent of vanilla that came from the unlit candles on his nightstand.
The area was a rectangle that held the white, wooden door to the right as you came into the polished, planked floors to see a small bed in the upper-right hand corner and a nightstand beside it, a round lamp, two books with a candle perched upon it decorated the table with 2 drawers beneath the counter space. Below the bed and wooden stand was a large, circular, navy blue rug that was plain without any patterns. The window in the middle of the opposing wall of the door had cream colored curtains which accompanied the white window that blended into the common, unpainted walls that were ivory. On the wall in front of the bed were two coffee colored shelves. The left one held books, comics and journals, while the right held hero merch of all shapes and sizes. Ranging from mini figures to even stacks of posters. The walls around the room also had many framed pictures of Izuku's favorite heroes such as All Might, Eraserhead, Hawks and Present Mic.
The upper left hand corner had a black bean bag chair with a fuzzy dark gray rug underneath and a small ukulele leaning onto the wall beside the chair and shelf with the hero merch.
This was Izuku's safe space, a place where he could be at peace and not get paper balls thrown at his head or snide remarks aimed at him. He could do whatever he wanted because it was his room. For so long, it was the only thing he had control of, such as the decorations and merch, the color of his bed sheets and where he wanted the shelves, they were the only options he had gotten in a while, so he treasured every inch of his space with all of his heart. It was sacred, nobody could come in except him and his mother, not even friends (that didn't exist.)
The light pitter-patters upon the glass began to eventually slow down little by little. The heavy thumping morphed into a light shower as the clouds sluggishly began to part and reveal the cool night sky. There were sprinkles of stars all over the void, no moon in sight this time though.
Izuku hugged his pillow, the crumpled blanket lay under him as he hated the way the fabric felt on his skin. His phone laid face up next to him, the small light emitting from it read "no notifications." For now, he would do his best to rest for a bit, an alarm was set for an hour, if she wasn't back by then, he would know something was wrong and wouldn't hesitate to throw on a jacket and shoes. But until then, he allowed his eyes to finally relax, his vision slowly being surrendered to the dark, consciously slipping away and he was dead asleep at the drop of a pin.