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Ever since Izuku was born, Inko’s lips never touched a cigarette. But now, here she was, pulling out a pack she found on the ground from her coat and pulling a single, intact one out and placing in her mouth. An old, familiar lighter soon followed from her coat. It had just barely a sliver of fluid left in it and the wick was old, but it was enough after a few flicks from the flint caused it to light up briefly before dying out.
As a mother, she knew how inappropriate and unhealthy it was to smoke in front of a child as young as the girl that sat on her lap was, but even with her hands cuffed together, she could still use her Quirk to wave away the smoke floating from the cigarette and her mouth with ease. Her hand went back into her coat, pulling out a box of apple juice and poking the straw into it like her hands weren’t bound and gave it to the girl who graciously took it.
Across the table Inko sat at were two detectives: one was tall and had a tan overcoat and trilby hat which were set aside as he crossed his arms with a stern look on his face, and the other was a familiar, older man with a receding hairline and a thin beard, standing in the corner of the police interview room with a hand palming his face and a tired, knowing frown adorning his mouth as though the very presence of both himself and Inko in the room was simply a waste of time.
There was an unsure silence that permeated the room with the sound of meek sipping of juice keeping things relatively calm. A few moments later, the younger detective spoke up.
“Ma’am? Who in the world are you?” he asked, doing everything in his power not to vent his frustration in front of a child.
“Me?” Inko pulled the cigarette out of her mouth, blowing another puff of smoke away from the girl as she comfortingly pet her pale hair. “I’m…”
Nobody Named Inko
Proluge End