Izuku sat on the couch, hugging his mother. He felt bad for so many reasons, he didn't know where his sorrow began and his guilt ended. "I..I didn't mean to.." Izuku sobbed, hugging his mother. "Hey.. Hey, this isn't y..your fault.. okay? Y..You're only 7 years old, how would you have known this was going to happen?" Ms. Midoriya said, stroking her sons hair. "But it is m..my fault..!" Izuku said, sobbing harder clutching onto his mothers shirt. "The man seemed nice enough at first, Izuku. How could you have known that he would do this..?" Ms. Midoriya said, beginning to sob again.