Hey everyone, sorry this is short but I wanted to post something to let you all know I'm not dead and still planning on continuing this. Been very busy with moving and my new job, hopefully I'll write more soon. Enjoy.

"I'm sorry Midoriya, but your mother is in police custody."

Izuku stared, his face pale, expression blank. The officer frowned.

"You mean she's in jail." The boy said.

"…Nothing quite as extreme as that," Tsukauchi sighed. "I can't go into detail too much, Midoriya, but while it's true she's in our custody she has cooperated. She'll be treated well, and you will get to see her-"

"Am I going to jail? What about my grandfather? Is he-?"

"I can't go into detail, Midoriya, I'm sorry." He frowned. "And no, you're not going into custody. Normally you would go with a relative or into foster care; given your known family members are all suspect in this case, I'm afraid that's not possible."

"Foster care?" he whispered. "Wait- you mean I'm not doing that either? Then…what's going to happen to me?"

"Let me reiterate that you will be allowed to see your mother, but supervised." The man said. "From our understanding your mother was aware of your family's identities."

"She knew?" he choked, his eyes watering.

Of course she knew, it made sense, how she would act, how she talked to his grandfather-…his grandfather, did he know or was it worse? Tomura was supposed to be his apprentice, and that conversation he had had with his mother- of course. Of course he was in on it too. That must've been what he meant by his 'influence' being minimized…

"Grandpa- my grandfather, he's…is he a villain too?"

Tsukauchi's frown deepened.

"We have reason to believe that, yes." He explained. "Your mother told us what she could about him."

"Why didn't she say something? Why-…"

Izuku tensed, digging his fingers into the fabric of his pants.

"…Maybe we should take a break-"

"No. No tell me, please, I need to know."

He didn't look up from his hands, but he could still feel the pity from the man's gaze.

"To put it bluntly, she was afraid of your grandfather. From what she told us she did everything she could so that you would live as normal a life as possible, but had reason to believe if she spoke out either of you could have been harmed."

That's what he had been afraid of. So it was his fault? That she had kept quiet, she had done it for him? Would his grandfather really hurt her? Hurt him? He didn't know anymore.

"…As for what's going to happen to you, Midoriya, frankly we don't want you far from an officer but after talking with your teachers we've come to a compromise."

"Is that everything you need?"

The boy nodded, shouldering his duffel bag. The small apartment was still swarmed with cops, but he had been escorted in to grab any personal important belongings. They had been inspected to be sure they were nothing of importance to the case, but from the sounds of it his entire room had already been searched. Normally he'd be embarrassed, if it weren't for the situation. It was so odd how despite the large volume of people in the apartment, it felt…empty. Without his mother, without their day to day, simple routine. He wiped his eyes, thanked the officer and made his way outside.

The cop car was already running, the passenger door opened and awaiting him, along with the towering skeleton-man. All Might forced a little smile, patting Izuku on the head when he arrived.

"Are you ready, young Midoriya?" he asked gently. "We can stay longer if you need-"

"No." he blurted, his head down. "I just want to go."

"…Of course," he nodded. "Is there anywhere you want to go first?"

"No."

"All right," he sighed.

Both of them climbed into the back of the vehicle, the officer nodding to All Might before driving off. All Might frowned, his eyes locked on the back of his successor's head. The boy was quiet, looking out the window as his home neighborhood fell behind them. It was surreal, young Midoriya was seated beside him on the way to move into his own home, but he was dead quiet. Hell, before this the boy probably would've nerded out so hard just to see the home of his mentor and idol. Yet there he was, quiet as the grave.

"Do you want something specific for dinner?" he asked, trying to fill the silence. "I could order something if you'd like."

The boy responded with the slightest shrug and nothing else.

All Might fidgeted, unsure what to say. There were few times in his life when he genuinely felt in over his head, this was one of them. Being a teacher was out of his comfort zone enough as it was, but now? A legal guardian, a foster parent, a parent, for a boy going through all these issues, a few of which he had pushed onto him himself. Mastering one-for-all and enrolling in UA was a difficult task in itself, but with all of this on top of it? How the hell was he going to do this?

Izuku stayed silent the entire ride, even when they had arrived the most he had spoken was to quickly ask where to put his things. All Might had of course prepared a room or him, he had several guest rooms- more than he needed, by far, but he did get visitors now and then…

Still, his student said nothing else, slipping away into the room with his things. Not knowing what else he could do, All Might began preparing their dinner, wishing he knew what young Midoriya's favorite food even was. Why hadn't he asked that before? Well, even if he knew, nothing he would make could compare to his mother's, would it? He sighed, busying himself in the kitchen best he could.

Eventually with the meal prepared, he found himself hesitating outside the closed door, gently tapping his huge hand against it.

"Young Midoriya?"

There was no answer.

"Young Midoriya," he said again. "Dinner is ready, are you hungry?"

His question was once again met with silence; All Might frowned, beginning to grow concerned and considering forcing the door open when Izuku opened it himself.

"Thank you," he said softly, his eyes still downcast. "It smells good."

All Might wasn't inclined to believe the monotone statement as sincere, but there were far more important problems right now.

What was he supposed to say, though? How was he supposed to help? In all his time as a hero, he had never been at a complete loss of what to even say, not like this. The boy ate, thankfully, but in silence; there was nothing but the sounds of utensils clanking quietly against the dishes-

"Oh for the love of-! Kid, please! Just say something!"

Smooth, All Might, smooth.

"W-?" Izuku flinched, looking up at him. "I- I'm sorry- I didn't- I-"

"No no, I'm sorry young Midoriya," he sighed, slumping back into his chair and rubbing his face. "I'm not handling this very well, I shouldn't- I should be more supportive. I'm sorry."

"N- No! You're-…I just-" he sighed, hanging his head. "I…thank you, All Might, really. Thank you so much, for- for everything you've done, and now- now you're even doing all this for me, even after Tomura- after my cousin did this to everyone. I don't- I don't deserve-"

"Hush." All Might cut him off, frowning. "I've never met anyone that deserved things more, young man."

Izuku stared down at his food; All Might fidgeted in silence.

"All Might?"

"Yes, young Midoriya?"

"Can we get ice cream?"

All Might stared a moment, then chuckled softly and reached over to ruffle the boy's hair.

"Sure kid, whatever you want."