Izuku ran with everything she had and found... She wasn't getting tired, she could just keep going without stopping. She didn't even need to breathe she realized. She didn't have super strength though, or anything like that. She just... Didn't need to breathe, or rest. It was kind of weird, and amazing. She couldn't wait to tell her mother... Maybe leave out the suicide part, claim to have been near that explosion, that could work...
She stopped by a furniture store though, to really get a good look at herself. "L- little girl, please sit down, you're-cold, Jim, Jiiiim!"
Maybe she shouldn't have just barged in, still being bloody and all. Still, she found what she was looking for, a full body mirror. Her skin wasn't just pale, it was translucent, she could see the roots of her hair and all her blood veins. Her sclera were pink, but her eyes were still dark green, and her hair was still green too. She pulled at her hair and it wasn't about to fall out, she gave it a rather hard tug and... Her stitches broke, and she pulled off most of her scalp. But then she saw as strings of muscle came out from under her skin, sticking out of the wound and piercing her scalp again, pulling it back down and stitching the wound closed again. He grinned and ran out of the store despite people screaming for her to stay and wait for the ambulance. She kept running, running through alleyways to try and get home as fast as possible. She had a quirk she could be a hero she- she is still bloody and at her house, still bloody and probably going to give her mother a heart attack. Usually she thinks this stuff through, a side effect of the quirk or sheer Joy of having one... Questions for later. She looked through her things, where was her key... oh, it stabbed through her pocket and into her leg. She can't feel pain, oh my God she can't feel pain this quirk is the best. She pulled her key from her leg and, wiping off the blood, unlocked the door and walked in. "Mom I have a quirk!" "Sweetie, you-OH MY GOD!" Her mother said, clutching her chest with one hand and studying herself with the other by grabbing the back of the couch. It wasn't enough and she fell over. "What happened, why are you covered in blood-ARE THOSE STITCHES!?" Izuku laughed and ran over to her mother, pulling her up. "I died and came back, I finally found my quirk Mom!" Her mother fainted. Right... she died... She just told her mother she died. She should probably calm down and think through what to do when her mom wakes up. First, she drags her mother to the front of the couch and lifts her on to it, then makes her way to the shower to clean the blood from her body. She undresses and quickly rinses the blood from her body and her hair. While she feels the water it doesn't feel the same, it's very dull in comparison to how it usually felt... dulled nerves she guessed. Considering she's kind of dead she's surprised she feels it at all, especially when she didn't notice the keys or really didn't feel her scalp ripping from her skull before that. Once she cleaned up and went to her bedroom and pulled on a basic blue t-shirt with all my on it as well as a pair of dark green cargo shorts. Her old clothes she'd probably end up throwing away after she explained everything. She heard a gasp has her mother woke up and then rapid footfalls, she started doing a few breathing exercises to calm herself down. Then her mother burst into the room and pulled her into a hug, holding her for a moment then letting her go and taking a step back. "You, your cold, why are you so cold!"
She smiled to try and ease her mother's worries. "Mom, I... I got caught in a villain attack on the way home, it cause an explosion and I... died." She said, she felt bad about lying but she didn't need a suicide on her record in her attempts to become a hero. Her mother started to hyperventilate, her skin going pale as tears poured from her wide eyes. "But, then, I got back up, and all my wounds were closed with these stitches... I learned by accident those are strings of muscle." That much was true, she hadn't meant to rip her own scalp off, total accident. "Izuku..." Her mother said, reaching out and grabbing her wrists, tears pouring down her cheeks faster as she realized there was no pulse, then her mother put a hand on her chest, looking for a heartbeat. Then she started sobbing and pulled her into a hug. "Izuku, I'm so sorry."
Mom, you don't need to be sorry, I have a quirk now Mom, I'm not quirkless anymore."
Katsuki stared out of his mother's car as they drove to the nearest hospital. He'd been fixed up by one of the emergency heroes but she wanted to get him checked out in case the healing quirk missed anything. Suddenly they stopped and his mother started screaming obscenities and hitting the car horn. He rolled down his window and started looking around. There were people crowding what looked like yellow police tape. He rolled his eyes, just one problem after another. He noticed something red and looked up, there was a pair of shoes with the laces tied together, Red sneakers just like dekus. His mother's car started to move again as the police made a gap through the crowd for cars to go through. Hey blood splatter, and a vague image, maybe a body... "Take a swan dive off the roof of a building!" "Mom stop the car!" He said as his eyes went wide. "Mom stop!"
She did, and before she could ask why he pulled off his seatbelt and gotten out of the car. Please let him be wrong, please let him be wrong. He got himself clear of any bystanders and blast himself up into the air towards the shoes, and pull them from the powerline. They looked exactly like dekus shoes. Same size, same shade, same burn marks near the top where he grabbed deku by her ankle when he and another student tossed her into the trashcan. They were dekus shoes. He dropped to his knees, this can't be right, no someone just has the same kind of shoes, the burns might be from their own quirk. He looked in the shoes and saw a note. He pulled it out as the police closed in around him, realizing he'd found evidence and moving to take it. He opened the note before they could pull it from his hands, his mother arriving before they did.
Goodbye, kacchan he screamed as the police pulled the shoes and note from his grasp as his mother hugged him close, having seen what the note said and realizing who's blood it was on the street.