"Midoriya Izuku, please come to the teachers' lounge" the mechanical voice on the school's speakers interrupted the light conversation Izuku and Uraraka were having about the latest martial arts moves the girl had picked up from her internship.

The green haired teen frowned as he tried to come up in his mind with a reason why he was being summoned to the teachers' office, but couldn't come up with anything. The last time he had been in trouble was over a month ago, he'd been on such a good behavior streak that Mr. Aizawa and All Might were actually keeping extremely close tabs on him, thinking that he was planning something. Which was a rude assumption, really. He never plans to break rules and get into trouble, things just… happen. It's never really his fault things turn out the way they do.

So, with a light heart, he stands up, puts his lunch tray on the pile of dirty dishes, and waves goodbye to his friends, assuring them he would see them on their next period, because yes, Iida, he was sure he didn't do anything wrong and he wouldn't be expelled.

Again, rude.

"Um, excuse me, I was called over?" His voice cracked a little with apprehension. Despite his early irritation at his friends' worried glances and furtive accusations, Izuku couldn't help but overthink his actions the past months, and his gut clenched when he remembered some instances he maybe stepped a little bit over the line – Mr. Aizawa wouldn't really call toppling trees down in his training with air pressure attacks just a little bit over the line, but that was okay, right?! He wouldn't be expelled because of a couple trees, right?!

"Oh, Midoriya, just in time." Mr Aizawa called him over. He didn't look angry, but Izuku knew first-hand how terrifyingly deceiving his homeroom teacher could be. His whole body shook like a trapped rabbit facing a hungry lion, fearing for his destiny. When the man reached out his hand to him, the dam burst.

"Mr. Aizawa, if this is about the trees, I'm sorry!" He spewed out, tears spilling from his eyes, as he grabbed his teacher by the shirt and held on for dear life. If he was going to be expelled, he would have to be thrown out, literally. "I swear it wasn't on purpose, I'll buy a bunch of seeds and replant them! Please, don't throw me out!"

"Trees? What are you talking about, kid? What about trees?" Izuku paled. It wasn't about the trees? Shit.

"I-If it's about the broken gym equipment, I was going to speak up about it! I-I-I was just waiting for my mom to wire me this month's allowance and I was going to buy new ones! It wasn't on purpose, either! I just slipped up on my control over my quirk, and the bar just bent! T-The dents on the floor, too! I swear that I'll stop juggling with the dumbbells, no matter how much Eri-chan asks me to! And I'm sorry I stole Kacchan's pudding this morning, I just wanted something sweet to eat after my training!" Midoriya was out of control, blubbering about every little transgression he'd done the past weeks, no matter how insignificant.

"Kid. Midoriya." Aizawa tried to stop the tirade. He felt like having a stroke with how much crap the kid was spewing out. So much for a month without incidents. "Midoriya." He growled, and the kid shut his mouth at the sight of the teacher's levitating hair and glowing red eyes "Stop digging yourself a deeper grave. You have a visitor, he's waiting for you at principal Nezu's office."

Oh. Midoriya's face got beet red at his confusion. "Um, about the things I said earlier…" He tried weakly. Aizawa pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed

"I'm not in the mood for dealing with your crap right now, so I'll pretend I didn't hear whatever it is that you said the past ten minutes. Just try not to do it again. Now get out, before I change my mind-" Izuku was but a green flash before Aizawa even finished his sentence, the wind bust caused by the use of his quirk scattering the paper sheets on the teacher's desk.

Izuku mumbled to himself as he approached the door to the principal's office. Who could possibly have come to the school to talk to him? And that person was actually important enough to have a private meeting with principal Nezu? He was torn between it being Gran Torino and Detective Tsukauchi, the only people who would actually want to talk to him and the principal at the same time. Maybe it had something to do with One for All or with All for One? He shuddered at the thought of the villain

He knocked at the door, and pushed it open when the principal called him

"Excuse me, sir, did you want to see me?" He asked politely as he closed the door. When he turned back to face the two occupants of the room, however, his whole body froze

"Ah, Midoriya-kun! So glad to see you! I have a guest whom I'm sure you'll be thrilled to meet after such long time-" The small rodent's chirper talk was muddled by the blood that rushed out of Izuku's face, and the many thoughts that rushed to his head.

Izuku could only focus on the man dressed in an expensive black Italian designer suit in front of him. From the shiny shoes to the straight pinned necktie, there wasn't a crinkle on the man, not a speck of dust. His light brown hair was gelled back, but Izuku knew that if given free reign, it became an untamed mess, not unlike his own green hair at the best of times. His eyes wandered to the freckles on his face, the straight line his mouth usually set, the slanted red eyes that were unable to show much emotion. He looked the same as Izuku remembered him, only now he didn't look so tall anymore, but that was more about the change on Izuku's side than on the man's.

"Hisashi." His mouth moved on its own, the name easily rolling out his tongue despite him not having said it in over ten years "W-What are you doing here? I didn't know you came back to Japan."

Hisashi debated on whether he would tell him the truth or not, but the elegant frown that marred his face didn't let any of his inner debate get out of inside his head. He sighed, and Izuku's shoulders dropped a little. Whatever was going to come out the man's mouth next would without a doubt be anything except the truth.

"I'm sorry, Izuku, but I'm not clear on what is it that I can discuss with you just yet." Izuku's head whipped to look him in the eyes. Did he just tell him the truth, for once? "I came back to Japan a few years ago. I forgot to tell you, or your mother. My apologies."

Izuku smiled sadly "It's okay. I'm glad you seem fine. I'll be sure to tell mom that." His smile faltered a little and he turned to face principal Nezu, who watched the encounter play out in front of him so unlike how he'd pictured it'd go "Principal Nezu, I don't mean to be rude, but if there's nothing for me to do here, I think I'll head back. I shouldn't miss my afternoon classes." Nezu hesitated a little

"Are you sure? I can talk to your teachers about your afternoon classes, I'm sure you and your father have much to catch up on. I can give you a free afternoon."

Izuku gave him a smile that quite didn't reach his eyes "No, that's okay. I really should go." He turned to the door, but stopped in his tracks "I'm glad you seem fine, Hisashi." Izuku said to his father, and closed the door behind him without a second thought.

"Well, I'll be dammed! Japan's Ministry of Defense's Chief of Staff, General Hisashi Midoriya, is hopeless against his own teenage son." Nezu crackled sadistically when it was just the two of them, dodging the stream of fire the other man blew at him with practiced ease.

Katsuki Bakugo watched intently Deku's weird act the whole afternoon. When he came back after that weird announcement at lunchtime, the nerd wasn't quite like his usual sunshine and smiles. If anything, he looked like a doll, mechanically doing what he was supposed to. He'd mechanically assured his group of friends that he wasn't going to be expelled, that Mr. Aizawa and the principal only wanted to talk with him (Iida had almost fainted when Izuku mentioned he'd been summoned to the principal's office). He didn't go into any more details of his lunchtime adventures, instead changing the topic back to Uraraka's internship, and just listened the remainder of the time, as the dense girl chatted the whole time. Deku had also mechanically taken notes the whole afternoon classes, without his usual creepy mumbling as he did so, and without interrupting the teacher every ten minutes or so to ask some stupid question.

For Bakugo, Deku's silence was a welcomed blessing, but it was also weird. Not right. A silent Deku wasn't Deku at all.

Even weirder than a silent Deku, was a Deku that gathered his stuff and shot out the classroom the minute the final bell rang, without hanging back to wait for his group of friends, or to ask the teacher all the questions he scribbled on his little notebook during class. It wasn't right at all.

So Bakugo took off after the nerd, struggling to catch up to him – no doubt he was using his quirk to get out of there faster.

"Hey, Deku! Wait up, you stupid piece of shit!" He shouted after the smaller boy, and Izuku turned to face him. His expression was carefully blank, neither happy nor sad nor angry, or anything else. It wasn't anything. It pissed Bakugo off. He grabbed on Deku's shoulder, and the little shit actually had the balls to shrug him off.

"Kacchan. Whatever this is, can we do this tomorrow? Today I just… can't." The small restraint Bakugo was trying to gather flew out the window together with Deku's attitude. He slammed Deku on the wall of the hallway they were on, and punched the wall right beside Deku's head, leaving a charred dent on the drywall. Deku didn't even flinch. If anything, it looked like he wanted the punch to be aimed at his face.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Bakugo roared right at the other boy's face "You think you're hot shit just because you went off to a secret meeting with the principal?! Huh?! I guess I need to put you back into your place!" He pulled back his fist, this time aiming for the boy's face. He hit him.

Once. Twice. And again. Deku didn't even twitch. Didn't tear up. Didn't move away. Didn't punch back. His fourth punch hit solid ice, and Bakugo cursed at the pain that shot up his arm. When he looked back, freaking half-'n-half was standing between him and Deku.

"What do you think you're doing to Midoriya?" He growled. Deku raised a sleeved wrist to wipe at the blood that was dribbling the side of his mouth and didn't say anything. Sparks flew from Bakugo's fingertips, his blood boiling at the scene.

"Todoroki-kun, thank you for your concern, but we're fine." Deku spoke up before Bakugo could say to the half-'n-half bastard what he thought of him. "Kacchan, I don't mean to be rude, but if you're done here, I'm going to head back to the dorms. We've made quite the fuss." He tilted his head to the crowd watching the commotion.

It was surprising that Mr. Aizawa hadn't come to tell them off. Izuku's best guess was that he must be in a meeting with Hisashi. Whatever the man's official duties at the school were, they were without a doubt important. They didn't send Japan's Ministry of Defense's Chief of Staff for anything that wasn't short of terrorist-threat-world-war-danger level of seriousness, after all.

Izuku was glad that Kacchan had let him go without making any more of a fuss. He couldn't wait to get to his room. Todoroki stopped him and handed him a piece of ice wrapped in a handkerchief he'd fished out of his blazer's pockets, and Izuku numbly held the improvised ice pack to his cheek, mumbling a weak thanks as he walked away.

"This is all your fault! It's your fault the boy's disabled!" The harsh voice lashed out at his mom in the other room, and little Izuku put his tiny hands to his mouth to stop his sobbing, his body rocking back in forth in an attempt at comforting himself

"Hisashi, not so loud! What if Izuku hears you?! He's only a child. I'm sure there are many things he can do, even without a quirk." His mom's voice shook and broke off at times

"So what if he hears?! It's a disgrace! I can't have this! How am I supposed to advance in my career when my own son is useless?"

"Hisashi!" His mom shouts, and Izuku hears the front door slamming and his dad's car's tires screeching to get out of there. To get away from him.

He wanted to go hug his mom and make her stop crying, but he knew that would only make her feel worse, so he cried quietly in his own room.

Izuku draped an arm over his eyes, trying to will the memory to go back to the deepest end of his mind, with little success. It was getting late, he had classes and training the next day. He shouldn't be lying in bed feeling miserable for himself about things that were out of his control and that he should've gotten over a long time ago. But he couldn't help himself.

"Daddy?" Little Izuku peered into his father's office. Usually he wasn't allowed there, but he was hungry and his mom was on the other side of the country helping her sister care for her newborn child.

"Hey, buggy!" His dad poked his head from the mountain of paperwork he was buried in, his light brown hair flying all over the place. He discreetly steered the child out of the room when he saw Izuku eying a few sheets of paper mischievously, picking him up despite the boy's claims to be too old for that. Hisashi snorted internally. Five years old said the funniest things. "What's up?"

"I'm hungry!" Izuku pouted. Hisashi frowned. How come the boy was already hungry? They had breakfast only – he almost dropped Izuku in shock at the hour. The last time they ate was over ten hours ago.

"Oh, shi-oot! Buggy, I'm so sorry! Daddy got really caught up in his work!" His dad was usually so calm and collected, that Izuku giggled at his flustered state, red faced and mumbling at himself, even letting a few strands of fire come out the corners of his mouth.

Hisashi walked over to the fridge with Izuku still in tow, and grabbed a frozen pizza out of the freezer compartment. He put Izuku on the kitchen counter and rummaged for a pizza tray.

He set the pizza and the pizza tray on top of the stove, and winked at Izuku.

"Don't tell mom I did this, okay?" He took in a deep breath, and started warming up their dinner with his quirk, Izuku shrieking in delight beside him. In about ten minutes, they had delicious smelling pizza, with a char on the crust that was restaurant-grade.

That was hands-down one of the most special nights in Izuku's life

Izuku's hand came to rest on top of his forehead, his fingers instinctively finding a long jagged scar that was thankfully hidden by his unruly mop of green hair and tracing it lightly.

Izuku was supposed to spend the day at Kacchan's house, since Izuku's mom was out of town and his dad was swallowed up with work and couldn't look after him.

He and Kacchan, however, decided to go to his house to pick up a few more toys and some video games for them to pass the time. Auntie Mitsuki thought they'd gone to the park, but they didn't mind the small white lie. It was okay, they were going to be really quiet and really quick and they wouldn't bother his dad while he was working.

Kacchan said he'd stay outside and keep guard, but Izuku suspected it was to make escape easier for himself if they happened to get caught. So little Izuku ventured inside his house by himself, knowing which floorboards creaked and which ones didn't.

He nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard a glass thumping on the living room. Curiosity got the best out of him, and he quietly approached the room. His face lighted up when he saw his dad was the one on the living room, and not some villain. He faltered in his run to his dad when he saw he was drinking again that weird smelly brown juice that always made him weird and that his mom didn't like him drinking.

"Daddy?" He called tentatively. His dad looked up at him from where he was looking at the bottom of his glass, and instead of smiling and calling him Buggy like usual, his dad didn't do anything. He just looked at him. Analyzed him from the top of his head to the bottom of his toes. Izuku didn't like it. It felt weird. Cold.

"Izuku, come here." His dad beckoned him over and Izuku did so, in slow, careful steps.

He flinched a little when his dad reached over to him, but the man simply ran his hand over Izuku's hair, smoothing it back a few times before it sprung up again. He ran his thumbs over the freckles on Izuku's face, then over the ones on his own face. He tugged a little at the sides of Izuku's eyes. Izuku wanted to move away, but he didn't.

"You look so much like me and your mom." His dad said fondly "The perfect mixture. Are you sure you can't breathe fire?"

Izuku looked down sadly and shook his head "You know I can't." He pouted

His dad grabbed a fountain pen from his shirt pocket, and held it in his palm towards Izuku "Grab the pen." He ordered. When Izuku reached for it, Hisashi swatted his hand. Izuku yelped and held his stinging hand to his chest, pouting at his dad "With your quirk. Grab the pen with your quirk. Just like your mom does." Hisashi hissed through clenched teeth

Izuku frowned at the pen, and wiggled his hand over it like he's seen his mom doing sometimes to help her focus. After a few minutes of this, the pen didn't even twitch.

"Izuku, grab the pen!" His dad barked at him

"I can't!" The child whined back at him, tears pooling at the side of his eyes. He decided he didn't like his dad like this. He was being mean. Izuku stomped to the exit of the living room, but his dad's voice stopped him

"Izuku, wait." The man had finished pouring himself the last of the drink that was on the bottle. He looked at it the bottle, as if suddenly struck by the best idea on the world. "Maybe what you need is for you to be put in danger so your quirk can develop. I will throw the cap of this bottle at you, and you'll stop it from hitting you with your quirk." Hisashi threw the bottle cap at Izuku before the boy could have the chance to get himself ready for it. The little piece of metal hit him in the middle of his forehead. It stung and brought tears to his eyes again. "Don't let it hit you!" Hisashi barked and threw the cap of another empty bottle of scotch at Izuku. Maybe the bottle caps were too small? "Stop it before it hits you!" He shouted at his son and threw his empty glass at the boy.

The glass connected with the side of the child's head, shattering, and leaving some shards embedded on his scalp, warm blood dripping down his face.

The living room door opened with a bang, and soon Izuku's little rascal of a friend was standing in front of him, little sparks coming from his trembling hands in an attempt of being intimidating.

"Leave him alone!" The blond child barked. Izuku was sobbing his little lungs out behind him, holding onto his friend's shirt, begging him to not leave him.

"K-Kac-chan!" His sobbing intensified when he glimpsed at his father's face.

He could see clearly what the man was thinking: Disgust. Disappointment. Anger.

It made him feel worthless. Unwanted. Useless. Like a Deku.

Without a second glance at him, his dad moved to his office, and slammed the door shut.

After that, Kacchan helped Izuku back to his house, and told his parents what had happened. Kacchan's dad had to physically restrain Auntie Mitsuki to stop her from marching up his house and blowing Hisashi's face off. The only thing that calmed her down somewhat was the thought they had to take Izuku to a doctor to get his injury checked out.

Izuku was supposed to spend only the day at the Bakugous', but he ended up spending the night there as well. He didn't like it. He wanted his mommy.

The next day, when he went back home, his dad wasn't there. All of his things were gone, too. His mom hugged him tight and apologized for hours on end, just like she'd done when he'd first gotten diagnosed as quirkless.

They moved from the house into an apartment complex in the neighborhood a few months after that, because mom couldn't stand living in that house anymore.

He hadn't seen his dad since that day. In the first couple of years after Hisashi walked out on them, he would sometimes call Izuku to see how he was doing. Those sparse calls usually lasted less than ten minutes, as Hisashi would always end their talk short because he was too busy. Eventually, he became too busy for even that and Izuku only thought of Hisashi when occasionally his mom would inform him of his whereabouts.

Izuku threw his pillow on the opposite wall, knocking over a few of his All Might figurines. He tried to ignore it, but he needed his pillow back. He pushed himself out of his bed, and put the figurines back where they belonged, before stiffly grabbing his pillow and throwing it on his bed. He started a little at the knock on his door. For a moment, he entertained the thought of pretending to be asleep, but everybody knew that Kacchan was the only person on the building who went to sleep at 8:30 at night.

He quietly opened the door to his room, to find that his visitor was no one other than… Kacchan. Said explosive boy shouldered his way inside the room, and Izuku closed the door behind them.

Kacchan stopped in front of his bed, and pointed to it. "Sit." He hissed darkly, and Izuku promptly obeyed him. Kacchan flicked on the lamp on Izuku's bedside and tsked at the bruise that was forming on the right side of Izuku's face. He grabbed a small tube of ointment he had hidden on his pants' pockets, and gently applied it to the wound. "Stupid, shithead, no sense of self preservation whatsoever, the fuck do I care if this motherfucker dies…" He grumbled quietly under his breath, Izuku barely could hear what he was saying.

Izuku flinched every once in a while when Kacchan would press the bruise to see if he'd broken any bones on his face, but thankfully it was just a nasty bruise, with no broken bones. Other than that, Izuku let the other boy work in peace. Neither of them really talked to each other – Kacchan's grumbling couldn't possibly count as conversation – and Izuku really enjoyed the relative peace and silence, it was something he hadn't gotten the whole night. When Kacchan laid the final strip of bandage on his face, though, Izuku just knew that there would be no more silence that night.

They were going to talk, whether he wanted to, or not.

Kacchan stuffed the tube of ointment and the roll of bandage back in his pockets, and crossed his arms, glaring at him. He growled when Izuku looked away from him.

"What the fuck's going on with you since this afternoon? You've been un-Deku-like." Kacchan asked with all the eloquence of a poet

"I thought you'd enjoy the change, though." Izuku couldn't help himself, and yeeped at the dark look Kacchan sent his way. He was really glad his childhood friend didn't have laser vision, or else Izuku would be practicing his Smashes up in heaven. "I… today, when Mr. Aizawa called me, it was because there was someone here to see me."

Kacchan's mouth got suddenly dry. He knew there weren't many people in the world that could put Deku in this state. And he also knew that there was only one among these people that could come inside U.A. like a guest.

"Kacchan, I… I saw Hisashi today." Izuku waited with batted breath for his friend's reaction. Predictably, Kacchan blew up in explosions, spewing expletives like a curse machine-gun, his face closer to a demon's than to that of a human.

"That son of a bitch, motherfucker sorry excuse of a sperm donor! What the fuck is he doing here?! Don't fuck with me! Fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck did he say to you?! What the fuck did he do?! I don't even wanna fucking know! I'll fucking kill that motherfucker! Hero career be damned!" Kacchan strutted out of Izuku's room, and the green head followed him to see if he was heading towards his own room, his face burning at the curious heads that were poking out the hallway.

Izuku's stomach dropped when he saw Kacchan walking past his own room, heading to the window at the end of the hallway. The blond used his quirk to move faster, and Izuku tapped into One for All's power reserves to catch up with him.

Shota Aizawa and Hisashi Midoriya were standing in front of the administration building, waiting for Hisashi's driver to come pick him up. They'd been in a meeting with the U.A. staff and the Top 10 Hero Agencies on the country that lasted the entire afternoon. As soon as the meeting was over, the older man had insisted the teacher kept him company until his ride arrived, despite Aizawa's wishes to lie down in bed and hibernate. It was only 8:30, he insisted.

So there they were, in uncomfortable silence waiting for a driver that had called fifteen minutes ago informing of a flat tire. Hisashi loosened his tie and pulled a pack of high-end cigarettes from an inner pocket. He pulled one for himself, offered one for Aizawa, who promptly refused, and lighted it up with his quirk. Aizawa lifted an eyebrow at his unsanctioned use of his quirk. Hisashi pretended he didn't see it and took a drag of the cigarette, twisting his neck to get rid of some of the tension.

"I've been meaning to ask you this the whole day, but, are you really Izuku Midoriya's father?" Aizawa asked, not really caring if he sounded rude

"Yes. I guess he does take a lot after his mom, right?" Aizawa nodded "What is he like? At classes and such?" Aizawa closed his eyes in concentration, thinking carefully on how to answer such a tricky question

"If I had to sum it up, I'd say he's a problem child." Hisashi choked on his cigarette. He wasn't expecting that "His disregard to the rules that are set to protect him is so bad that I worry I'll either have a white head or go bald before that kid graduates. Probably both. He has no instinct of self-preservation, lacks the little voice inside his head that should keep him out of trouble, and is a muscle head in general. He doesn't know the meaning of taking it easy, and is always working himself to the point of near self-destruction. He gets into pointless fights in the butt-crack of night, attracts the villains' attention like flame to a moth, thinks that it's funny to go at it to the point of turning his bones into dust." Aizawa felt lighter than ever after letting out his pent up frustration about his most troublesome student "But, when there is someone in trouble, he is the first one to move and the last one to drop down. His passion for heroism is the most genuine thing I've ever seen. When he actually uses his head to think, he's a genius tactician and he gathers friends and allies like a warm fireplace on a cold winter night." Aizawa let out a fond sigh "In short, he's one of my best students. The spot of number one hero isn't impossible for Izuku Midoriya."

Hisashi smiled behind his cigarette "That's good to know. And how is he handling having a quirk? We used to think he was quirkless, but he was just a late bloomer."

Honestly, Hisashi couldn't help the chill that sets in his bones at the thought of someone as young as Izuku walking around with that nuclear bomb of a quirk inside him. When he'd heard one year ago that All Might had passed on One for All to a child – his child – his first instinct was to grab all of Japan's military power and have the number one hero arrested – executed – but then he remembered he didn't have the right to do that. He was little more than a stranger to Izuku. The boy didn't need any more reasons to hate him than the ones he already has.

"Little by little, he's learning to control his quirk. We haven't had any incidents with it since it went rogue during last month's joint training, and now he's learning to work with it on his internship at Endeavor's agency." Hisashi took a long drag of his cigarette, his unease at One for All quelled a little by that

"Good."

The silence of the night was interrupted by sparks and green flashes coming their way

"HISAAAASHIIIII" Katsuki Bakugou shouted, propelling himself their direction with his explosions, with Izuku Midoriya hanging on for dear life on his waist. "DAMN IT, DEKU! LET GO! I'LL FUCKING KILL HIM!"

"Bakugou! Midoriya! What are you two doing out here at this hour?!" Aizawa demanded, activating his quirk and making Bakugou and Izuku fall flat on their faces

"Shit, it's Aizawa!" Bakugou grumbled

"I-It's nothing, Mr. Aizawa! Just a nightly stroll! Right, Kacchan?" Izuku tugged at his friend's arm, but Kacchan wouldn't budge. The blond only had one target, and he was glaring right at it. Kacchan strutted to Hisashi, dragging Izuku, who was still trying to pull him back, with him.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing here?" He wanted to spit on Hisashi's face, but Izuku put his hands over his mouth

Hisashi lifted an elegant brow at them, not even flinching at Bakugou's intimidation act "I'm waiting for my driver. And you? The way I see it, you just look like two kids out past their curfew."

"Curfew's in half an hour." Bakugou grumbled at him

"Fifteen minutes, actually!" Izuku piped up helpfully from behind him "So we should really go. Right?" He gave a last resort tug at Kacchan, but the blond didn't budge

"Whatever official business you came here for, it's got nothing to do with us. Be done with it and get the hell out of here. But don't you dare think you can just crawl out of fucking nowhere after a fucking decade and pretend you still have a fucking spot on Deku's life just because he suddenly developed his fucking quirk. And don't you ever do something as shitty and sneaky as calling him to the principal's office just so you can shove your ugly mug at him, or I'll come after you." Bakugou spat at Hisashi's feet and turned to walk away.

"Um, about the things Kacchan said just now -" Izuku spoke to his father the first time that day "I agree one hundred percent." He bowed to Hisashi and to Aizawa "Have a nice evening." With that, he turned his back and ran to his friend, picking him up and throwing him over his shoulder, despite the blond's curse-filled protests "Kacchan, curfew is in five minutes!"

The blond nearly jumped out of his skin "Faster, Deku!" He used his explosions to help them go faster.

It took Hisashi and Aizawa every unce of self-discipline they had not to laugh at the scene.