*BOOM*

"Dammit! Where's Earphone Jack?!"

The Pro-Hero Creati is in the process of fighting a villain with the ability to take over another persons body. Currently, they had taken over the No. 4 Hero Ground Zero, and were using his quirk to cause mayhem.

"We're on our way Creati. At the moment I'm with FrostFlame, Anima, and Jammingway"

Creati barely had enough time to react to the villains attacks when suddenly, out of nowhere, black tendrils shoot out from an alleyway. Before anybody could tell what was going on, a homeless looking, bearded man shot out from the alley covered in florescent green lightning with a manic look in his eye.

"Sir! What are yo-"

Wait. I know that face. Green hair, green eyes, four diamond shaped freckles on each cheek…

No! He's supposed to be dead!

It was quiet, a whisper so quiet that nobody was meant to hear it. But she did.

"smash"

The following shockwave could be felt from ten blocks down the street, as black tendrils held the villain in place as a homeless man punched Ground Zero in the face. The green lighting surrounding the man arched throughout Ground Zero and in an instant the body of the hijacking villain was forced out, unconscious.

People cheered as police on the scene moved in with quirk restraining hand cuffs, and as quickly as the bearded man appeared, he was gone.

Crowds of journalists were almost sprinting towards Creati so that they could be the first to get a new scoop, but something about her was off.

Creati, or as her friends knew her Momo Yaoyorozu, stood blankly. She answered questions with eh bare minimum, and had a look about her that she was searching for something, or someone.

The scene was empty in under ten minutes, but Creati remained alone, having called off the reinforcements. She had claimed to the media that the villain was apprehended by an underground hero too fast for the naked eye. But that was just a lie.

No, the truth seemed much more disturbing. A truth which left her staring at the man she had yet to break eye contact with since the end of the whole ordeal. He stood in an alley opposite the one he popped out of.

The man just stood and watched. He did not make any moves to leave, and certainly didn't move to come any closer. That meant an approach was up to her.

She believed that she would feel a sense of foreboding as she walked towards the alley, and to her surprise, she didn't. The closer she got to the man, the clearer his features became, but his face was kept shrouded in shadows.

She had to think fast. She had approached someone she knew nothing of, other thsan he reminded her of a dead classmate. It's not like she could just open with that… so she decided on being polite.

"Thank you. Not many people would do something like that…"

He stayed silent. For a minute he did nothing but stare, and she felt very uncomfortable under his scrutinizing stare.

"Can I at least get a name; I would like to thank you properly mr…"

Again, she was met with more silence.

"Izuku…"

To say she was shocked would be an understatement. This was a voice she hasn't heard in over eight years. A voice that used to be filled with great exuberance and energy, a voice with power she admired… and envied. She needed to confirm her suspicions, even if the result broke her heart…

"Can you step into the light? Maybe I can help you."

He shuffled for a moment, as if he were weighing his options. Then he stepped into the light.

Now that she could see him completely, she could finally ease her mind. Looking him over she found dirty and ratted clothing, an untamable mass of hair on both his head, and jawline, four identically placed freckles on each cheek, and his eyes. Innocent, unmistakable eyes that nobody would ever be able to forget. It caused her to tear up.

"Ma'am, are you okay?"

As she started to become emotional, he acted. Grabbing her by the shoulder to keep her steady, and lifting her face so he could look into her eyes, he felt something. He KNEW this person. Or, at least he had KNOWN this person before.

Yaoyorozu quickly composed herself, almost pushing the man away, but holding his hand as if to not let him leave.

"Do you have anywhere to stay tonight, Izuku?"

She really hoped he wouldn't answer with what she knew was coming.

"Of course, the park is a great place to stay. Especially during the summer."

He didn't see anything wrong with how he lived, to be completely transparent, it was the only way he remembered living. No name, no home, drifting between parks, and helping people when he needed to.

"Would you like to stay with me for a little while?"

She didn't know why she was offering him a place to stay. He didn't know her, and she couldn't prove who he was. He looked down at the ground and around them, finally resting his gaze on her with a placate smile and said:

"Okay."

Walking into Yaoyorozu's home, as she had asked him to call her, Izuku was unsure how to feel. He knew there was a connection between them, but he didn't understand what it was. He had met many people throughout his time helping people, but none of them had ever offered him a place to sleep, so he thought it was normal to sleep outside. He saw plenty of other men and women doing it as well.

It was a nice place, lots of space. She said it was a penthouse next to her parents business. He thought she sounded nervous when she spoke about it, so maybe that was bad.

"Izuku, I have a spare bedroom for you to use, and a bathroom attached that you are free to use. I will ask the staff to bring you some clothes to replace the ones you have."

"This place is amazing Yaoyorozu…"

The response she received made her blush.

Later that night after Izuku had spent twenty minutes trying to figure out how to use the shower (there should not be THAT many knobs), he found clothing set out for him to wear.

Ever since she had run into Izuku for the first time in years, he had done nothing short of surprise her. Everything she thought he would do, he did almost the exact opposite. She didn't understand why she extended an invitation to stay in her home to him instead of taking him to the authorities… HE HAS BEEN DEAD FOR EIGHT YEARS FR CRYING OUT LOUD!

After seeing him go to take his shower, she called for clothing to be delivered along with food for them both. Both of which arrived within half an hour, soon to be followed by Izuku himself in the new clothing and SWEET JESUS did he look GOOD!

The clothes she had delivered were plain, just a grey, long sleeved shirts with white jeans nothing spectacular. Her mind had immediately gone to his face. Even with a beard she could tell that he had lost all his baby fat, and there was a certain level of maturity in his eyes that she had yet to see anywhere else.

"Ahem, Izuku are you hungry? While you were showering I had some food delivered."

She had thought he would look thankful, or even happy. But again to her surprise he became nervous.

"You didn't have to do that Yaoyorozu…. I'm not that hung-"

He didn't eve finish his sentence before his stomach betrayed him. Which made her giggle.

"Its okay, c'mon lets get some food in you."

Te last time he had eaten had been a few days prior, so needless to say he scarfed down everything put in front of him like no tomorrow. This only served to continue making Yaoyorozu giggle. At least until she realized that they needed to truly talk.

"Izuku, do you have a last name?" she asked.

"I don't know," began Izuku between mouthfuls of food, "All I remember was wakingup on the street around five years ago with a really bad headache… ever since I have done everything I can to help all the people I come across."

"Oh, well… I think I may know who you are, or at least who you may be…"

Hearing this Izuku paused his eating, as if he were waiting for her to continue before he could eat more.

"Your name is Izuku, and you share a shocking resemblance to a very old classmate of mine. You have his hair, his eyes, and his voice. Also from hat you just told me, you have his heart as well…"

Unsure of how to continue their conversation, she pulled up a picture on her phone. A missing persons poster from eight years ago, with a young Izuku Midoriya's information on it.

"Izuku, how are you alive?"