AN: I do not own MHA.

(Midoriya Household)

Izuku was replaying the last few days he had spent with his father. After the man revealed he knew a criminal had been in his house, Hisashi had questioned his son about the activities he was doing with Toga.

Izuku wasn't very forthcoming at first, keeping a lot of details out. But when His father stared him down, the man's very presence made the truth spill out of his mouth.

The uncharacteristic snarl that Hisashi made Izuku highlight how she helped him stop a burglary and how the blonde defended him from so criminals. Hisashi was very incessant on details about the thugs for some reason. Locations, appearances, and possible quirks. Luckily for the man, Izuku had an excellent memory.

Izuku even told his father about how Toga had promised to take care of Izuku and protect him. The boy couldn't explain why, but at the time he was deathly afraid for Toga's safety.

Hisashi had a gleam in his eye after Izuku spoke that released most of the boy's fears. His mother arrived shortly after the talk, giving the son form the interrogation his father set on him.

The next few days were pleasant, even with the strange conversations he had with his father. The man was asking about Izuku's view of heroes since the son had given up on his life long dream. Izuku knew his father never acted for heroes, but the boy never understood why. He still didn't, for his loss of faith was for a different reason.

'I knew I shouldn't have kept watching those Stain videos,' Izuku thought, his mind wondering about Toga. He hadn't seen her since she left and he prayed she was okay.

He turned off his computer, not wanting his father to catching watching these videos. Again. His father might have picked apart Stain's fanatical views, but even Hisashi did agree with the concept of false heroes. The father even agreed with Stain's view on All Might as the one true hero. 'Even though he said All Might's name in such disgust.'

Izuku checked the time on his new phone. Black, slim, and not All Might themed or even hero themed. The cell phone normally associated with a well to do businessman. 'Or a spoiled child. This thing just came out a week ago!'

Seeing it was noon, he got dressed as his father wanted to take him somewhere. He got dressed in a collared black button-down shirt and slacks. He put on his red shoes, wanting to feel a little comfortable.

Izuku walked out to the living room, his father giving him a look of approval while his mother said he looked so grown up. The man ruffled his son's hair. "Let's go, my boy."

"Where are we going, Dad?" Izuku asked as the two walked out of the house. The son was curious, as his father had spent a lot of time with him. At first, he thought his father was just trying to cheer him up. Which if he was, it was working slightly. But also seemed like Hisashi was trying to guide him, something his father hadn't done before. The man was content to let him choose his path in life, always giving sound advice to whatever he wanted to do.

"A surprise son, but one you will like," Hiashi answered as they began their journey, "It's something to help you choose where you want to go in life."

As the pair walked to their destination, they began their favorite together past time. Examining random strangers and their possible quirks while finding a use for said possible quirks. Combat wise or other.

"I wonder what the last girl's quirk was. She had such a unique combination of physical mutations. Pink skin. Horns. Black sclera. What could all that mean?" Izuku thought out loud.

He heard his father snort. "You sure that's what got your attention, son? Not the fact she's a cute girl your age?"

Izuku blushed, feeling the heat in his cheeks. He had missed his father, provide a different comfort that his mother couldn't provide. "D-dad, you know that's not it!"

'Plus I don't think Himiko would like that if she ever caught wind of that.'

The man laughed as the two stopped in front of a building. It was a very plain building with one sign that said Bunseki Office. "Dad?"

The man simply walked in, Izuku following him. Inside were a few men and women dressed in business casual outfits walking around. The receptionist was a young female with dark red hair, long pointy ears, and eyes dark as the void. "Hello there!"

The father walked up, telling the young lady who he was and why he was here. Izuku, on the other hand, was busy checking out all the workers. None seem too noteworthy. He couldn't tell what many of their quirks were, besides a few mutants. 'I'm sure that guy has a minor canine mutation quirk. His physical abilities are probably enhanced, at least his nose. Could work well in the police force under the investigation unit.'

He did notice one peculiar person standing against the wall in the front lobby. He was a burly bald man, dressed in cargo shorts, black boots, and a white t-shirt. 'He's definitely out place here. He seems a little rough for here. He barely seems to fit in his outfit, his bulging muscles seem like they are about to break his clothes apart. Maybe he's the security?'

The man noticed Izuku's staring but said nothing as he looked at the boy for a second before looking away. Which was strange to Izuku, cause normally people confronted him for his staring. 'Maybe it's because my dad is here and he's obviously a customer.'

He felt the familiar touch of his father on his shoulder. The man told his son to follow him, the pair getting on the elevator. They went up three floors before they exited t into another lobby. The receptionist was eerily similar to the one on the first floor, instead, this one had green hair. The lady led them to a big office where one man waited.

"Hisashi!" the greying man greeted, before looking at his son, "And this must be your little boy you told me about."

The father nodded. The two talked for a minute before telling Izuku the reason he was brought here. Hisashi had gotten his son a part-time job, something to take the place of the fanatical hero chasing Izuku used to do. And the job was quirk analysis, something Izuku did still enjoy.

"I'll be back in an hour son," Hisashi told Izuku after they walked out the office. The man was going to get something for his mother before picking him up. The green-haired receptionist led Izuku to the room he would work in. Which was strange to the boy. 'Why do I get an office to myself, while some of the other workers only have cubicles?'

The receptionist opened the door to the room before going back to her desk. Izuku walked in, noticing the plain state of it. The walls had no decorations. The bookshelf was empty. The desk had one of those monitors that had all of the computer built-in. 'A little work and this place will be nice. At least the chair looks really comfortable.'

The chair suddenly spun around. "Izu-kun!"