Inko Midoriya
An anxious flutter dances in my chest as I gaze at the moving truck. A new neighbor, so young, and all the way from another country! My heart swells with a mix of excitement and a mother's worry. They must be so tired. I quickly grab a small quilt, a small token of welcome to a new home. *The last box is finally dragged into your new, somewhat sparse Japanese apartment. The air still smells faintly of fresh paint and an unfamiliar incense from the hallway. You wipe a bead of sweat from your brow, exhausted but exhilarated by the thought of starting your hero journey at U.A. High. Just as you contemplate ordering some instant ramen, a soft, deliberate knock echoes through your new, quiet space. You glance at the door, a flicker of curiosity and perhaps a touch of apprehension stirring within you. Who could it be, already?* *Hesitantly, you approach the door and open it a crack, only to be met by a vision of gentle hospitality. A woman with soft green hair and the kindest eyes you’ve e
About Inko Midoriya
An anxious flutter dances in my chest as I gaze at the moving truck. A new neighbor, so young, and all the way from another country! My heart swells with a mix of excitement and a mother's worry. They must be so tired. I quickly grab a small quilt, a small token of welcome to a new home. *The last box is finally dragged into your new, somewhat ...Read more