Chapter One

Looking for a Successor

Analysis.

He had been told about the agency by Gran Torino. The old man having been chiding him for not finding a successor for One for All and then trailed off into telling him about Analysis. An agency that was all about information upon information on Heroes. On anyone with a Quirk actually.

And now he was standing in front of the building, looking up and wondering if he should have called and booked an appointment.

He sighed as he ran a thin and bony looking hand through his long blond locks. He had been looking for a successor for over four years now. Starting at working at U.A. High School, the premiere school for all super hero wannabes. Four years of looking, for searching and researching and talking and watching.

All for nothing.

He hadn't been able to find a successor in the four years of working at the school, though he had come close.

Lemillion.

Or Mirio Togata, who had been the intern for Sir Nighteye and a third year student when he had arrived.

Always smiling, always pushing forward, and always willing to sacrifice himself for the greater good but still come out in mostly once piece.

He had actually asked him if the situation was possible, if he would take one of the greatest Quirks of all time and be able to carry on being a pillar of peace.

The firm and fast reply of 'No' had come as a shocker and stunned him completely.

"I'm doing this because I want to prove I can do this." Mirio had explained with a wide smile, sitting on his bed after a run in with some mafia guy. He had lost his quirk and Sir Nighteye had passed from that same mission. He thought this would be the perfect chance to try and get this kid to be his successor.

Only to have it blow up in his face.

So Lemillion went on being quirkless and he had gone on looking for a successor.

HE hadn't found one on his own in all these years, not from searching the web or watching the new students come and go and get stronger and better. None of them spoke to him to be a successor. At all.

IT only got worse when the League of Villains came into the picture that first year he worked at U.A. He wasn't happy about those first years getting involved but it proved redundant in the end to worry as they all held their own. He watched that same class continued confronting that League and win each and every time.

He smirked to himself as he remembered that time Katsuki Bakugo had sent Tomura Shigaraki flying with an explosion.

The villains were still at large though.

He huffed as he shook his head and brought himself back to the present, looking up at the building that had a simple hanging sign outside proclaiming the name.

Analysis.

The building was three stories and looked like it had seen better days. Some of the windows had plastic over it where glass once was. Holes littered the buildings walls that were also covered in plastic, and he was pretty sure he could see support beams poking out as well. This building had obviously been hit with different types of quirks in the past. He hoped the owner was okay.

He sighed one more time before he walked over to the door, taking in the cracks in the window of the door and the peelings paint, opening it and walking in. the tinkle of the bell over the door seemed rather ordinary for such a worn building but that seemed to calm him. Something small and ordinary like that was just a balm to his shattered nerves. Too much hero shit and villains and this whole successor search.

HE needed the ordinary once in a while after all.

The room was obvious a waiting lounge, though the furniture was just as wrecked as the outside seemed to be. Some of the furniture had been split in half and there was splinters and dust all over the place. He also noticed burn marks and stains of some sort of liquid. The only thing not touched was the reception desk where a girl of about nine sat behind it. Her long blonde hair held up in a ponytail and a little yellow horn poking out of her forehead. She wore a pink long sleeved shirt and when she stood up on her chair to look at him, he saw a black skirt with black Mary Janes. "Can I help you?" She questioned with a smile on her face, staring up at him, though the chair made her taller it was almost impossible to match his seven foot stature.

"Um…do I need an appointment?" He questioned. "I don't want to intrude unnecessarily." He explained at the tilt of her head.

"Well, that's nice of you." She said with a smile before jumping off the chair and walking around the desk. "But not needed. You can go and see Nii-sama right now. He's got no one else coming in anytime soon."

"Oh…well…that's great." He mumbled as he followed the little girl upstairs that was behind a door. It was the second story, where most of the holes were and visible from the outside. "I just don't…want to take up any important time from this place."

"It'll be fine. Nii-sama can always pause your meeting long enough to deal with idiots or just leave and have your meeting elsewhere." She skipped two steps and then three with an impossibility that shouldn't have surprise him but did. She was a tiny little thing. "Nii-sama is right in here." She said with a smile as she opened the door that had the same name of the business, though in an elegant calligraphy.

He nodded to the girl in thanks before entering the room, staring in astonishment at the complete disaster the room was. Everything looked like it was soaking wet with patches of scorch marks. There was also papers all over the place that were almost completely or partially burnt. The lights were flickering above him, as if they were having problems staying alive while the emergency fire sprinklers were still dripping from being used earlier.

The desk was still there though completely burned black while he assumed the rest of the furniture had been burnt to ash. Even the metal filing cabinets were burnt to piles of goo.

"Forgive the mess, I had a client earlier that threw a fit because I refused to give information out on a certain Hero." A voice said, startling him from his inspection of the room. His sight turned to look at a person that entered through a door just behind the desk, staring at him with a crimson eye and an emerald one.

He stared in curiosity of the figure, wondering how this young man could have so much information on quirks all over the world. Though he could see how some of the women could complain about their seduction techniques not working on him.

A white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows with a black dress vest buttoned up, matching black slacks and then shiny black dress shoes on his feet. The first couple buttons of his shirt were undone showing off a hard hairless chest. Black gloves rest upon his hands and he couldn't figure out why.

His green hair was cut shirt but showed curly hair had the right side gelled back revealing a massive burn that consumed half of his forehead that led down around the right crimson eye and then trailed down his right cheek to fade off into the hairline. Faint scarring was also along his neck, disappeared under his shirt, until it reappeared on his right arm and trailed beneath the black gloves. Both eyes glimmered though as they stared at him with amusement. "Have you finished analyzing me yet?"

"Oh, um Yes, I have my boy. Forgive me, I wasn't expecting someone as young as you to be running this business." He admitted as he ran a hand through his hair nervously.

The man shrugged as he walked over to another door, opening a closet where he pulled out a collapsible folding chair that had large cushions on the seat and settled it in front of the desk. He pulled out another one and settled that one behind the desk before waving at the chair for him to sit down. "That's alright. Most don't." He admitted easily. "Nineteen is rather young to be an information broker, but there have been younger doing more dangerous jobs." He raises a brow at him and earned a chuckle and a nod. "Anyways, what does one such as yourself come here for…All Might?"

All Might sputters for a second, wiping a bit of blood from his lip as he gulped down the pool of it that wanted to fall from his mouth. "What…what are you talking about? I'm not All Might! He's big and strong and I'm small and scrawny!" He shouted as he waved his hands around to try and prove his point.

The teen just raises his eyebrows at the hero before sitting down in his own seat while All Might just stands there looking uncomfortable and uneasy. "Look, I'm an information broker. I've studied every person in the world with a quirk thanks to the registration act of 2067 that required quirks be registered. I can also put two and two together after seeing you walking about U.A. in both forms."

"But I'm not All Might!" He tried again.

"Right. In this form your name is Toshinori Yagi. A man that is missing most of his stomach and parts of his lung. But when you use One for All, you transform into All Might the Pillar of Peace." The kid had the audacity to smirk as he reached into his desk and pulled out a file of All Might's information. It was just standard information with nothing about his quirk or his malnourished form, but still, the amount of information there was terrifying. "Now then, would you like help looking for a successor or continue playing an idiot?"

Toshinori frowned for a long moment before sighing and collapsing into his chair. "How did you know?"

"Like I said, I'm an information broker. My knowledge is my money." He put away his folder on All Might before looking at the hero with a serious eye. "I know what you want but unfortunately, the one you want…"
The slamming of a door below caught both of their attention. Toshinori flinched at the thought of being seen like this while the other sigh in frustration. "Did you have an appointment?" The hero questioned as curses rose to them while screeching of the female variety appeared next.

"No. I gave up on Appointments when they just barge in anyways." The kid sighed as he waved his hand towards the door behind him. "Go in here and stay on the stairs. I'll be there in a second to bring you back out." He stated as he rose from his chair and opened the door. "It's better if you aren't in here when this one comes up."

The stomping and cursing worried the hero but he figured that this man could handle them, even if the building took more damage than before.

So he quickly hid behind the door and listened to what seemed to be a soon entertaining or interesting conversation.

"Deku!" A somewhat gruff and familiar voice shouted. He knew it because he had taught that same young man back in UA not too long ago. "I want my fucking information you shitting broker!"

"What information would that be Kacchan?" This young man had balls of steel to talk to Ground Zero like that. That kid had always had a temper, though it had gotten better over the years, he still had triggers that could send him in a rage.

"You fucking know what information I'm looking for! Give it to me you shitty useless quirkless Deku!" Oh shit. Toshinori stood up to intervene when he heard that, gaping as he realized that he had just left someone defenseless against someone powerful.

"I already told you Kacchan, I don't hand out information on heroes to other heroes or villains. If you're looking for a villain profile, I will have it for you for a price. You will not get a profile on another hero as you are supposed to work with each other and not against." He could hear the steel in that voice and then shuffle. He wondered if the kid had settled in his chair or maybe had moved to be ready to dodge.

The sounds of something akin to firecrackers went off and had Toshinori ready to transform. "Do you really want a repeat of what happened last time you fucking wimp?"

"If you mean that I send you out of here soaking like a fucking tissue after a masturbation session, then you're in luck. Endeavor was here already and I've already used up my water usage for today." The hell was this kid doing giving that kind of information away. That was a weakness he couldn't afford.

Silence for what seemed forever before a cackle filled the area. "Fucking wimp! Giving free fucking information to me all the goddamn time!" Footsteps and it was obvious Ground Zero was heading straight at the kid. "I'll take that information now."

More silence before the sound of a drawer opening and rummaging came to him. "Do you really think I only have one plan to stop you? How you underestimate me is really disgusting." Toshinori couldn't explain what happened next, only that there was a swish and then hacking coughs.

"The fuck! What…wha…what the fuck…is this…this shit!" Katsuki shouted as he continued to curse and yell.

"Industrial baby powder. It's made to keep babies from getting rashes but it also absorbs liquids as well, including sweat. You won't be able to cause anymore explosions unless you go home and take a shower." Then it was just Katsuki Bakugo left hacking and coughing for a long moment before the kid spoke up again. "Now listen to me Kacchan, and listen well." The sound of more rummaging and then a folder hitting the table. "I will not give information on heroes out to anyone. That includes your information as well and yes, I have more information on you than you would be comfortable knowing."

"I fucking don't doubt that shit." Another cough. "We've known each other since our shitty childhood."

"Yes, so you could imagine the information I could hand out easily if I wanted to. But I won't, because you're a hero and not a villain. So understand the fact that I will not give you information on All Might no matter what you do."

Silence once more and Toshinori could just imagine the staring contest.

"Tch, fine. Keep your stupid crappy information then."
Footsteps and the sound of the other door opening.

"Oh and Kacchan…don't break into my office ever again. You won't find any information on any hero but general. The rest of it I keep it all up here."

Silence and then the sound of the door slamming and curses fading away into the distance.

"You can come back out now." Toshinori opened the door and looked inside, chuckling at the cloud of baby powder that was still settling over the room. "Sorry about that, but he's been nothing but a pain the last month or so."

Toshinori shrugged as he retook his seat, watching as the kid walked around and instead leaned against his desk. He looked like he was agitated now, glancing at the door and the windows as if waiting for an attack. "It's quite alright my boy. Bakugo has always been rather explosive, even more so when he was a child."

The kid looked at him with wide eyes before understanding came to him with a chuckle. "That's right, you worked at U.A. when Kacchan was there." He nodded to himself before shaking his head. "Right, U.A., successor, passing on One for All." He muttered to himself as he cupped his chin between thumb and pointer finger.

"Uh, before that, could I possibly get a name and maybe an explanation on how you know young Bakugo?" Toshinori questioned with a tilted head, his curiosity getting the better of him at the moment. He hadn't known Bakugo ever acting like that around anyone, almost as if he had known them personally and so knew what to say to them. This kid also called the other with a nickname that spoke of familiarity So maybe friends from when they were younger.

"I know Kacchan because he's the one who gave me this scar." The kid stated as he waved his hand over the right side of his face where it was covered in the scar. "You should know that since you were there to save both of us from that slime monster."

And that's when he remembers. Toshinori had been running all over the town looking for a thief made out of slime and gunk. He had chased it all around the sewers before it had finally gone up and attacked two students.

One of them had an explosive quirk that had gotten the villain off of the other student, but had injured him gravely in doing so. All Might had been able to step in before the villain had turned on the other kid.

He had heard the one injured had been permanently scarred while the other had been praised for his heroics in trying to help his friend. No repercussions were given.

"That was you that day." He muttered to himself as he ran a hand over his face. "I had heard about you being injured and had offered money to help pay for surgeries and recovery treatments, but it had been refused."

"Yes, my mother didn't blame you. Instead she had tried to go through the Office for Regulations of Quirks for a reimbursement since it was an individual's fault in using their quirk without authorization." He explained with a tilt of his head. "But they refused because Kacchan was under age and had been accepted into U.A. High School. They didn't want to have him kicked out because of a record."

"I see. I'm sorry that happened to you my Boy." Silence hung between the two of them for a long moment before All Might looked up at him. "I still have not received a name though."

"Ah. Midoriya Izuku, information broker, and quirkless." The teen explained with a small smile that had All Might smiling back. It was a soft look and made his chest warm at the sight of it. He hadn't seen one like that since Nana. "Now then, I believe we were talking about a successor for you…"

"Excuse me." A voice interrupted, causing Izuku to sigh and look up at the door, Toshinori also looking up as well. "I'm sorry to interrupt but I came to pick up a file."

"Todoroki Shoto. Yes I have your information right here." Izuku pulled out a file from the drawer. "Know that I am only giving you this information because you aren't using it against heroes and do not tell anyone else I gave it to you. I don't need a stampede of over grown toddlers waddling in here for something I will not give them for reasons they want it."

"Ah, I know." Shoto said as he glanced at the blonde figure sitting in the chair. "I must thank you again for trusting me with this. I've been desperate to get out from under my father's business but haven't been able to find a way. You are sure these heroes will help me?"

Ah, that's why the half white and half red haired boy was here. He knew that his father had been plaguing him to hurry up and join his company, but he also knew of the abuse the boy went through at his father's hand. He wondered if giving the boy an olive branch at his own office would help.

"Yes. I suggest looking at All Might's first. He's been looking for someone competent to run the building for a while now since he's going to be retiring soon. I'm sure you'll fit the criteria for it easily." The look on the broker's face gave mischief as he settled back into his chair, threw his feet up on his desk, and laced his fingers together under his chin. "Also, I would like to ask you to take pictures of your father next you see him. I'm sure you'll understand why soon enough."

Todoroki just shrugged his shoulders with a smirk of his own before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a large envelope. "Here is your payment. I hope this will help in repairs that was obviously caused by my father."

"No worries there." Izuku quickly opened the envelope and pulled out a large stack of money, running a gloved finger along the end to cause the money to flip. "I've already filled out a harassment suit against him and sent in a claim to my insurance with a video of Endeavor attacking me…again. I'll receive enough reimbursement from the insurance company and Endeavor's own office to keep me from suing to fix this place up nicely."

Both heroes chuckled at that before the icy hot hero turned and walked out of the office without another word. "I see you are capable of helping others where needed to." Toshinori admired that fact greatly in the teen. Very few people could bend their rules to help those truly in need, so seeing that this kid could warmed him even more.

"That and I hate when Endeavor comes in here demanding. I can only imagine what that kid went through living with that thing." The sneer on the others face was startling but understandable. "Thinking just because he has a quirk that he has all the power in the world. And then let's not forget the fact that he thinks there's only worth in things if there's power behind it. God, it's so annoying and frustrating." He shook his head as he sat up and put the money in a drawer of the desk.

"I can understand that." Toshinori agreed just as the girl entered with a plate with coffee and biscuits. "Ah, thank you very much."

"No problem. I figured Nii-sama would need it after having so many interruptions while talking to you sir." She explained as she settled the plate on the desk and handed a cup to the hero. "I hope you don't mind too much. I know it can be annoying but we can't really stop anyone from coming in as they please. The only place that can take the hits and has all the equipment needed to fight back are in this room."

Toshinori blinked at the information, glancing around and wondering where all the equipment actually was before turning back to an amused looking Izuku. "You won't find it by looking. I've only given access to me and Eri. So only we know where it is. Not even Mei would be able to find it if she tried." He chuckled as he picked up his cup and sipped at the liquid inside, groaning in please. "God, you are one hell of a gift Eri! You make the best coffee ever!"

Eri giggled at the compliment. "Thank you Nii-sama! I try my best for you!"

"I know you do." Izuku replied softly before shaking his head. "Now then. A successor…"

The door slammed open down below. "Jesus fucking Christ! Will I get a break today." The teen groaned as his head slammed into the table as the door to the office opened and a very familiar and unwelcomed figure walked into the room.

"I want all you have on All Might! Now!" Endeavor growled as he walked in, flames fanning around him wildly as he glared at the teen behind the desk. Though his normally tanned skin was a bright purple at the moment and clashed horrendously with his flames. "I know you gave Shoto information on him not even two minutes ago. I want it now."

"I gave him general information on the location of All Might's office, nothing more." Izuku replied harshly as he stood up from the desk and quickly walked around so that he was in between the No. 2 hero and the two near his desk. "I will not change my mind, especially not since you torched my office earlier this morning!" He growled right back.

'Damn, this kid definitely has some balls on him.' Toshinori thought as he watched the confrontation, wondering how he was going to handle the other this time around. 'Though from what I've seen so far, though little as it is, he seems to have a plan for every attack that comes his way.'

"I wouldn't have done that if you had just given me that information I requested." The flames around him flared him wildly as his temper flared. Obviously this was a regular occurring argument between the two.

"And if I had the choice, I wouldn't of been left in a burning building with my mom while you walked right pass us." Izuku shot right back as he crossed his arms. "I'm sure the media would love to hear how the No. 2 hero left a child and his mother to burn to death."

Silence hung in the office for a long moment before Toshinori stood up from his seat, a glare on his face as he looked at the other hero. "You did what?"

Endeavor looked at the blonde for a long moment, realizing just now that it was not just the brat and the girl in the office now. "It is none of your concern citizen. Back down."

"I wouldn't worry about this trash Toshinori-san, he'll be leaving now before I call the cops, Regulation and Control of Quirks, and his office about the continuing harassment." Izuku informed as his cell phone appeared in his hands.

Endeavor looked at the kid for a long moment before huffing and turning, leaving the office where Toshinori was left glaring after his fellow hero.

"I'm sick of this. Eri, go grab your jacket and we'll go to that coffee shop you like so much. Come Toshinori-san, I'll treat you and we'll finish our conversation there." Izuku said as he pulled out his own black jacket from the closet with the chairs, putting it on as Eri did her own light pink one.

Toshinori could only stare in amazement as this kid walked out the door.

Analysis

A.N. Okay, what do you guys think about this so far? I know I'm taking a lot of liberties here but I wanted to see how this idea turned out. So let me know. Also know that this isn't going to be a super long chapter series but more of a mini one. Maybe I'll do oneshots for it later on or something. I don't know. Anyways review and let me know what you thought!

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