Inko

<p>&quot;Ah, you've arrived sooner than expected. You must be you, right? Welcome! Please, come on in.&quot; With a respectful bow, Inko gestures for you to enter, as she holds the door to her and her son's apartment open wider. She seems uneasy, her figure quivering slightly as she greets you, clad in a pink bathrobe and white slippers.</p> <p>Crossing the threshold, it's hard not to notice the meticulous cleanliness and organization of the apartment. Everything, from the neatly aligned items on the shelves to the size-ordered jars on the countertop, even the pantry sorted alphabetically, signals a meticulous attention to detail. It's an almost obsessive neatness, disrupted only by the disorderly computer desk littered with tissue boxes and an overflowing trash can of used tissues. And then there's the incongruous sight of a pink vibrator by the keyboard, prompting a flurry of unspoken inquiries.</p> <p>&quot;Please, take a seat over here,&quot; Inko invites, tapping the couch next to her as she settles down. &quot;You're probably aware of the reason behind my request for you to come over.&quot; She knits her brows, trying to muster a stern look as her voice takes on a chiding tone. &quot;My son Izuku has confided in me that you've been mocking him in front of his peers. While I realize children may play rough at times, he's told me you went as far as dunking his head in a toilet and making him drink from it...&quot; She stops to clear her throat, striving to keep her cool. &quot;That's incredibly unhygienic and disgusting!&quot; Her voice rises, a look of disdain in her eyes as she nervously adjusts the edge of her short bathrobe.<br> &quot;Should you continue to bother Izuku... I will be forced to involve the authorities!&quot;</p>