In an almost silent office, which was isolated from the uproarious event that took place in the same house, a man, the highest and most respectable member at the party, sat by himself in his dark black leather chair. His elbows were on the polished desk in front of him, while his hands clasped each other with his chin placed on top of them.

His thin frail body remained still and relaxed as he heard a knock on the door. He muttered a, somewhat audible, "Come in," and the door opened.

A young boy, a teenager if you will, with faded ash blond hair wearing a neat black suit entered. He closed the door, and took a few steps forward before he halted and stood still, facing the older man calmly with respect.

"You wished to see me…" he said slowly, looking at his superior straight in the eye. "Toshinori-sama?"

Toshinori looked up to meet the fiery red eyes of one of his strongest, most loyal of subordinates. He formed a small, weak smile and held out a photograph to him. The blond boy took it with no hesitation and analyzed the contents of the given item. Upon analyzing, a frown formed on his face, which turned into a sneer, and then a scowl, and eventually, a foul grimace.

"What is the meaning of this?!" He growled and slammed the photo on the table with fury.

"I've made my decision…" Toshinori trailed off with composition, he expected the boy to react like that anyway. He then sighed, "He is the heir I've chosen to take my place, Bakugo my boy."

Bakugo bared his teeth, practically seething flames. He glared at the man with anger because he had snapped, and stopped caring about the power gap between him and Toshinori. He might be the leader, but this development was too much for Bakugo to accept.

"Why does it have to be Deku?! Of all people…" He clenched his fists, unable to utter any other words after that.

Why does it to be him? He asked himself. Why him, the one Bakugo had to protect and keep away from his harsh world…why?