A Single Plan (MHA AU/Multicross)

[Yama951]

The recently newly wed Midoriya family looked at the house catalogue together. Despite the apartment being comfy, neither thought it was good for raising a family.

Hisashi watched his wife's fingers pointing at the open houses she picked around Musutafu. Not exactly the place he wanted to live. The farther from anything heroic related the better, but his sweet wife disagreed. She believed that they would be safest in the same area as the top hero school in the country and she's not exactly wrong.

"We can afford anywhere with our money." Hisashi said to his wife.

"Yes but we need to plan for the future. Only the best for our future children. Best schools, safe roads, clean parks, and my old friend lives in the area so she and her husband can help us out. Nothing too expensive or gaudy Hisashi. Last thing we want is a house just begging to be robbed by a villain or looking like a tacky eyesore." Inko said as she gotten up to smell the blooming cacti by the window sill her husband tended.

Her husband was definitely a cactus in a way, her own prickly pear.

The doorbell rang. Inko gotten up from the couch and headed to the door.

"That must be the Bakugous."

When she opened the door, Mitsuki jumped and hugged her.

"Koko!"

"Tsuki!"

"I can't believe you're moving in town soon. Don't worry Koko, I'll make sure none of those slimy real estate agents try to scam you and your husband's money. Now come on, I want to see which houses caught your fancy." Mitsuki said as she dragged Inko away while Masaru shook his head with a grin.

"Hisashi." he said as Hisashi looked up from his seat.

"Masaru." Hisashi moved a bit as Masaru placed his hat on the stand. Masaru then took a seat on the couch. The two listened to their wives talking about old times and the best places to raise kids.

Masaru chuckled.

"Sounds like they're suddenly having a slumber party in there."

Hisashi shrugged.

"You tell me. I'm a little late when it comes to the tropes of a teenaged movie sleepover." Masaru just laughed at that as he gotten up and pulled two beer cans from the fridge.

"Man, if only a lot more people got that immortality quirk of yours." Masaru said as he gave a can to Hisashi who happily accepted.

"If only." Hisashi said with a sad smile before the two opened the cans.

"Still, kids. I'm worried if I'll be cut out to be a parent."

"Everyone is. I hoped I'll not repeat the same mistakes when I was protecting my brother." Hisashi said as he took a sip of his beer.

There was a moment of silence.

"You don't talk about your family that much."

"What can I say? I'm a century and some decades old bachelor and my family died in the early quirk years. And you know I don't go toot my horn on my age and experience."

"Must have been some traumatic memories for you."

"Well, my dad died when I was young. My mom raised me and my brother up, before she died. I took up medicine since my brother was born with a rare form of leukemia. The tech at the time was halting the progress of the illness than actually curing it." Hisashi then took some gulps of beer.

"But it'll reach it's due course eventually." Masaru finished.

Hisashi darkly chuckled at that.

"Oh, if only that was the case. No, I managed to found a way to boost his immune system so he could live a healthy life. But, I was so protective of him. That and his bleeding heart when he watched the chaos around him and wanted to save people even before the treatment. I might had went overboard, putting him in a secure vault but I thought it was a good idea at the time. Bombings, attacks, the gunning down of protesters, those were happening a lot at the time, and he was my only family left. But, when I got him cured, he escaped his safe room and ran into the streets, becoming a vigilante then a government sponsored underground hero."

Hisashi then drank the last of his beer.

"No… what ultimately killed him was a raid on a villain lair. I was there when it happened. The place was a couple blocks away from the hospital I was working in. I came with the ambulance to help find the wounded. There I held my brother during his last moments. That time, I remembered it vividly, I was recalling the day I held my baby brother on my hands for the first time." Hisashi didn't realize the rivers of tears were falling from his face as he was waken from the memory by the gentle touch of Inko's hand on his shoulder.

"We'll go ahead Koko. First house on the list." Mitsuki said before she and Masaru left. Hisashi dried his waterfall tears. People assumed his wife was the crier in the family but she's more open with her emotions.

When the two were alone, Inko threw away the empty can.

"So, the old 'leukemia and was coincidentally nearby when he died' story?" Inko said with a grin.

"Best lies are made with the truth after all."

"The best lies are those that are indistinguishable from the truth. The difference is minute but it's there." Inko replied as they heard the Bakugou's car driving away.

"Now come, we still have to go house hunting. And try not to spend too much money on a big house. We did set up a list of things we want."

Hisashi grinned as he gotten up from the couch.

"Of course. I'll be a stay home husband so it has to fit my exact standards."

"Or you could go renovate and expand the place once we bought it."

"True." Hisashi said as the two then exited the apartment and soon drove off house hunting.

What was once thought to be a few days of house hunting turned into a couple weeks.

The two couples rested at the Bakugou household.

"So… what's the current verdict?"

"Three scamming real estate agents, two gang members posing as real estate agents, a foreign pyramid scheme, a haunted house, a house downwind from the Dagobah trash pit, one condemned house for a faulty sewage pipe from an old villain attack, one in a burakumin neighborhood, and one infested with cockroaches and might had been the site of a murder." Mitsuki muttered as she looked at the notepad.

"Well, Koko, at least you'll have a list of people and places to sue and audit in the future. Except the burakumin neighborhood, looked like someone needs to force some heroes to patrol that area some more." Mitsuki muttered as she took a gulp of canned green tea.

"At this rate, I might bulldoze the whole place and build a house from the remains." Hisashi said. Inko rolled her eyes.

"You and your jokes, Hisashi. Besides, we'll have to deal with the paperwork for all of that."

One could politely said that the groan that came out of Hisashi's mouth was the dead coming out of their graves. Hisashi laid deeper on the couch to the point of ruining his immaculate suit.

"I knew I should had used my powers as a media baron to destroy the devil that is paperwork."

Mitsuki burst out laughing.

"Careful, I hear if you destroy one paperwork devil, two more will appear in their place and make you sign more paperwork on destroying paperwork." Mitsuki joked.

"Now that is cruel and unusual punishment." Hisashi said. "Even I wouldn't put my enemies through that."

"Well, not all of the houses we checked were bad. The apartment complex?" Masaru said as he looked at the notepad.

"No backyard for gardening." Hisashi replied.

"The other beach side house?" Mitsuki asked.

"Not much on the space nor does it have enough bathrooms." Inko replied as she pulled out the heated pizza from the microwave.

"How about the condo place we checked two days ago?" Inko asked as she placed the pizza on the table. Hisashi made a face of disgust.

"It's right next door to a hero agency. And we all know how common attacks are by idiots with too much ego."

"Now you're exaggerating on that, though the alarms warning of villain attacks would be annoying as fuck to deal with." Mitsuki said.

"Hmm, we still have a couple of houses to check." Masaru said as he grabbed and took a bite of his pizza. "We can limit the choices at least." Masaru then pulled out the city map and encircled the locations of the houses on it. Everyone gotten up and looked at the map. Masaru preemptively crossed out the houses they already checked.

"Well, it has to be close to schools, parks, clinics…" Inko said, crossing out the remaining houses that she thought to be too far from any of them.

"How about the old house near our place?" Mitsuki suggested as she encircled a spot near the Bakugou's house.

"Old house?" Hisashi asked.

"It's an old place. Boarded up and everything. I think I remember there was a faded for sale sign on the front yard."

"Tsuki! You didn't suggest that weeks ago!" Inko said.

"How was I suppose to know the real estate in town was utter shit?"

"Now, now," Masaru said, trying to be diplomatic and calm. "Let's just check the place out and if the Midoriyas wanted it, we'll try contacting the owners of the place. After lunch." Mitsuki nodded as she ate her pizza.

The two couples soon arrived at the house. Mitsuki whistled at the sight.

"Wow. This place is an utter shit stain."

"How eloquently put." Hisashi muttered. "We would get better luck just demolishing and building a house from the remains."

"Now dear," Inko said as the Bakugous looked for the for sale sign. "I'm sure a good wash, paint, weeding, repairs, and renovations would make this house a home. And who was the one who wanted to learn how to be a carpenter and all that?"

"Hey! Found the sign!" Mitsuki called out.

The four then looked at the old decayed sign as Inko tried to call the number up.

Fortunately, the owners seemed to want to get rid of the house as fast as possible and soon, Hisashi began repairing and renovating the house with the best money can buy.

Inko took some pictures as Hisashi painted the walls of the house. One can see the backyard ready to be redesigned as the glass panels and iron frames of a green house sat waiting next to the bags of sand and rocks for a sand garden.

"Really dear, you don't need to prove how much of a man you are, renovating the whole house by yourself." Inko said as she sat on a chair watching her husband dug down on the backyard.

"If you can do it yourself, the better. Besides, we were planning of adding a basement to the house and we can't really let people know what we put in the basement."

Inko shook her head.

"You and your hobbies dear." Her phone then rang as it got a message. Inko read it before she got up. "Well, seems that I'm needed at work. Do you need anything from the store? Maybe some takeout for dinner?"

"Hmm, how about something from that restaurant that opened recently? I think it was selling some fusion cuisine."

"That does sound good. Good luck on your renovating dear." Inko said as she drove off to work.

As she stopped her car on a red light, she spotted a man terrorizing a kid in an alleyway. Inko simply raised her hand, visualized what she wanted to pull, and pulled.

Screams came from the alleyway as the man fled with his mouth bleeding. All of his teeth was pulled out of his mouth.

Inko then drove on when the traffic light changed. She smiled at her small act of secret vigilantism as she readied herself for another court case to deal with.

She let her husband have his hobbies, why can't she.

 

[Yama951]

Despite being a stay home husband, Hisashi was in contact on his many businesses, usually by periodic check ups on the stock market and paid informants in the ranks, on both sides of the companies.

He preferred to be seen as a media baron, the owner and majority share holder of numerous media companies. It was an easy way to misdirect people, to make them focus on the media empire and not the many tendrils he made in other industries, particularly in pharmaceuticals, medical technologies, bioengineering, and more. It was mostly due to his medical license he renewed from time to time, to catch up on any shifts in medicine.

But he knew how the public reacted after living for a long time. Media and its control was the sledgehammer and the scalpel in fixing the hero obsessed culture of the country. And by his influence, many things were made or at least prevented.

For example, the Quirk Regulation Laws haphazardly made during the martial law period of the country. Passed in the early years of quirks and before the importation of the Hero System from Rhode Island, and less spoken of the resulting state's rights issues among the sixty something states, Native American Homelands, and the federal government the better, the laws were breaches of privacy, illegal human experimentation, and internment camps masquerading as segregated communities. Then again, there were reason to believe that the worrisome neighbors were also doing unethical human experimentation for some super soldier program or improved mass indoctrination techniques. Numerous wars in the era were still downplayed as minor skirmishes among the three hundred sovereign nations and corporations of the current year.

It took decades of putting that dark and hidden history into light by his paid and directed journalists, and even then, the government continued to deny that they even happened.

The more things change, the more they stay the same, it seemed.

It was then utter ironic for the spawn of the Bakugous to shout at his son such remarks. 'Go live in a quirkless neighborhood then Deku!' was one. 'Even if you have an immortality quirk, you're basically quirkless anyway!' was another. 'Quirkless people can't be heroes, why should you!?' made him want to crush the impudent brat's hands just to repeat the words back at him.

But no, his wife reminded him, cautioned him, warned him, that grabbing the sledgehammer to deal with problems would only make a bigger mess to deal with, better use the scalpel. And no, crushing one kid's hands doesn't count as using a scalpel to fix society.

His sweet wife did reminded him of his title as a media baron, those spinner of tales, those framer of perspectives, those echo of agendas. Hisashi grinned at his scalpel.

"Kacchan," Hisashi emphasized to make it sound more belittling, "may I have a word, in private?" it sounded like a question but it was nothing less than a command. The young five year old followed him with a face best described as a baby perpetually sucking on a strong lemon, in his opinion.

When the two were alone in the woods, Hisashi let some of his trained aura out to make the boy froze in place.

"Now, Kacchan, I am sure you know why I brought you here, alone, in the woods, away from anyone who might come to your rescue."

Kacchan tried to look strong, setting of his sparklers from his hands like he was peeing his pants.

"I will only warn you once. If not, you will have to deal with my wife, then both of us if you continue to defy us a third time." Hisashi looked down on the five year old with a killing glare.

"I want you to stop bullying my son, and stop any other bullying on him if possible. Mostly because I am not blind to the cruelties children inflict on each other and calling it a fun game. If not, well, I am a media baron after all. It would be easy to edit your life story into a story I want."

Hisashi grinned like a dragon upon his pray.

"Once upon a time, there was a child, a boy, who was given a great power and became a tyrant, a mad man, a bully. He was kicked out, hated, a villain in all but name. But it was his cruelty that made a change in the world, to help protect the people he tormented, he harmed, he bullied."

He left a pause for effect.

"Is that the story you want your life to be? To become a forgotten extra in the story I have the power to write?"

Kacchan shook his little head. One could say he was crying, but, of course, tiny big boys don't cry.

"How about this story?" Hisashi said as he rested his hand on his chin in a casual thinking gesture.

"Once upon a time, there was a child, a boy, who was given a great power and used it to protect people, no matter how great or small they are. He was celebrated, loved, a hero everyone cheered for. It was because of him that people felt safe, felt protected, felt peace."

Again, a pause for dramatic effect.

"Is that the story you want to hear? The story you read of yourself in the history books?"

Kacchan nodded silently at that.

"Good. Now, actions speak louder than words, Kacchan. And I do hope you learn this lesson to heart. No more bullying of Izuku."

He nodded a bit faster.

"Good." the menacing aura faded instantly, lifting the suffocating atmosphere away.

"It's nice to see we have an understanding. Now, I'm sure they'll be wondering about us soon. Let's go back before they notice us gone for too long, shall we?" Hisashi said as he grabbed Kacchan's hand and petted his head while they walked back.

Hisashi did got in trouble for 'being overly dramatic again' from his wife who he didn't realize was watching the whole scene behind a tree.

He did decide to teach and play with Izuku with a lot more interesting games and lessons. He made sure to acquire a quirk to make sure the lessons stuck instead of being forgotten, and regularly trained him to deal with things quirklessly and easily.

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This chapter takes place when Izuku and Katsuki are five and everyone basically thinks Izuku is 'basically quirkless'.

 

[Yama951]

The lessons with his dad were fun.

Mostly stories of the times when quirks were a minority. Tidbits of history of a time his dad lived through.

Izuku knew that quirks started with a glowing baby in China. He didn't knew that said baby might had been one that became world famous, especially when the Chinese government took the baby for the crime of being 'illegal reincarnation of a Buddhist monk'. He didn't even knew that the glowing girl later returned as one of the soldiers of the villain known as the Hive during the Second Chinese Civil War. Nor the fact the Hive was Chairman Yang with a powerful mind control quirk and an ardent true believer of his extreme collectivist ideology. Remaking human society to be more like ants was terrifying after thinking and mumbling about it.

He learned of Heatwave and his near success to destroy the world so a better world would rise out of the ruins by heating the atmosphere around Siberia to melt the permafrost completely. The international hero group, the Global Climate Restoration Team, were still repairing the damages from that disaster.

Dad was even there when the mysterious AI group called the Hexadecimal went public. Of course, the reveal of the secretive super intelligent AI group were ignored and thought to be another conspiracy theory turned viral during the chaos.

War, extreme political polarization, martial law, economic and environmental collapse, the rise of cults and conspiracy theories into the mainstream, the total collapse of trust on science due to their inability to explain how quirks work, the resulting pandemics when medicine both went on short supply, and when anti-vaccine and alternative medicine people became super popular around the world, the fact that his dad lived through all that and came out with barely a scratch only made his dad seem more powerful in Izuku's eyes.

Hisashi ruffled Izuku's hair with a grin.

"You're lucky to live in a time like this. Compared to the early years, it's a lot safer. People trusting institutions, trusting each other again, even if they put said trust on the wrong thing." Izuku's dad was rather vocal on how he hated the hero worship of current society.

Hisashi then showed him a pile of old books in the home library, world record books from the pre-quirk to the early quirk years, before they stopped making them.

"I had to call in a favor from an old friend just to find these." Izuku sat on his father's lap as they read through the old world record books.

"Izuku, look at them, these people did all this without a quirk." Hisashi said as he pointed at a picture of a man with a bunch of stuff around him. The record said that he ate and digested metal and glass like it was nothing. The explanation given was a thicker stomach lining but Izuku started to wonder if it was a quirk, one more invisible and hidden and thus more likely to give an explanation that seemed to make sense.

"Izuku," Hisashi said, "Izuku." he firmly repeated, breaking Izuku from his thoughts. "You were mumbling again son." he said with a frown. "Izuku. You're smart, intelligent. So don't make the assumption that everything has to be about the quirk. You're insulting these people by thinking that. They did all this without a quirk. Why would you think they need a quirk to solve a Rubik's Cube in a few seconds? Why would you think they need a quirk to play hundreds of simultaneous chess games against actual players and win most if not all of them? Why would you think they need a quirk to hold their breath for twenty two minutes?"

Hisashi waited for an answer but as Izuku thought it deeply, it didn't really made sense why he assumed those people needed quirks at all.

Hisashi softly smiled at his son.

"Izuku, despite what everyone thinks, quirks aren't everything. You may as well be quirkless, but you're not useless. Always remember that. You can still do things other people can't do."

Izuku began to cry and hugged his dad as the tears poured out. Hisashi hugged his son back, letting the tears ruin his suit because there's more important things than his suits.

He waited until the tears and sobbing ended.

"Izuku, do you want to do some training? To reach peak human ability?" Hisashi calmly and carefully whispered. "It's gonna be tough. It's gonna be hard. So I'm asking you if you really want this. Your mother wouldn't want to see you in danger after all."

Hisashi saw the determined look on his son's eyes. His mind was already made up either way.

"I'll do it dad. I want to be a hero for everyone."

Hisashi ruffled his son's hair once again.

"You definitely got your uncle Buri's stubborn heart." Hisashi sighed. "Very well. We're gonna train you to be the best you could ever be. We'll gonna need some teachers and looking up some exercise and training programs first."

Hisashi chuckled at the sight of his son's excitement as he started to mumble in a strange language, so his son won't pick up his plans.

"Dad, what language are you mumbling in?" Izuku asked.

"Oh, nothing much really. Some Quenya, Klingon, Dothraki…" Hisashi grinned as he ruffled Izuku's hair.

"Let that be a lesson to you. If you can't keep yourself from mumbling, speak in a language that no one can understand, that way, the villains won't learn of your plans ahead of time."

Izuku's eyes lit up at the idea as he started to mumble how useful that would be.

"We should also add some sign language, braille, mirror writing, and cryptography into the mix as well. Don't want a villain learn of your plans in the future." Hisashi said as he gotten up. "Now come Izuku. I can smell the katsudon being cooked already." The two headed to the dinning room for a family dinner.

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The world records are real.

Michel Lotito is famous for his ability to eat metal and glass, up to the point of eating a small plane.

Fastest Rubik's Cube solve time is 6.54 seconds. Extra tidbit, fastest Rubik's Cube solve time using their feet is 25.14 seconds.

Iranian grandmaster Ehsan Ghaem-Maghami played the most simultaneous games against 604 players in 25 hours, winning 580, 16 ties, and 8 loses.

Tom Sietas held his breath underwater for 22 minutes and 22 seconds.

It is a tendency for contemporary people to see the past in their perspective. So a quirk focused society would look back in history with a quirk focused mentality. Like wondering if Joan of Arc got a foresight quirk for example.

 

[Yama951]

The Nightshade Bar was owned by a friend of Hisashi, a man of shadowy mist known only as Kurogiri.

The bar itself was rather shady, in the poor part of town, but Hisashi simply walked in his typical business suit without a care.

He sat next to an old man as the bartender went to make the usual drinks.

"Tsubasa, it's been a while." Hisashi said as the old doctor took a shot of his whiskey. "Is there a reason for calling me out here this late?"

Dr. Tsubasa placed a folder on the table.

"I did what ya asked, sensei. Took weeks of travel and paperwork to even use their electron microscope without too many questions."

"Centuries ago, people used to send their DNA through the mail in specialized DNA kits just to have their ancestry checked. It was a big fad at the time." Hisashi said, disgusted at the level of red tape placed on the medical community out of nonsensical if well intention fears long ago. A glass of whiskey with a large spherical ice cube slid to Hisashi. He picked it up and started drinking. "Of course, that was before the Mombasa Treaty was made by the UN vaguely banning all human experimentation."

"It was a shame too. 3D printed organs technology abandoned, test tube babies stopped being done, even a simple blood test has to go through insane ethical paperwork…" Dr. Tsubasa muttered as he drank his shot. Hisashi went to skim on the contents of the folder.

"So, he's clean? No invisible quirks at all?"

"I checked every chromosome for any unusual jutted out areas. Nothing out of the ordinary." Dr. Tsubasa said as he stopped and placed his glass down. "I did notice one thing though. Since it's hard to get access to an electron microscope to look at human DNA, I went to look at other parts of the cell, particularly the mitochondrial DNA. Still normal, nothing jutting out, but it was when I was moving the scanned area around that I saw it. I don't know what it is exactly. It looked like mitochondrial DNA except it's in the nucleus. Not only that but instead of jutting out regions typical for quirks, it had slightly longer tendrils."

"So he has an invisible quirk?"

Dr. Tsubasa shrugged.

"I don't know. If it is, that overturned what the medical community manage to gather on the quirk and DNA connection." Dr. Tsubasa returned to his drinking. "Hopefully I don't have to spew that old cult nonsense about pinky toe joints again." he muttered under his breath.

Hisashi downed his glass of whiskey and let Kurogiri refilled it before drinking it quickly once more. He preferred to be drunk before dealing with the worse case scenarios that would usually entered his mind when it came to potential dangers that would affect his family.

Dr. Tsubasa silently drunk his share as well.

The two didn't noticed the door of the bar opening and Kurogiri's eyes widening in fear. The sound of high heels hidden by the noise of the bar until it was too late.

She took a seat next to Hisashi.

He turned around.

Inko sat there with an intense annoyed look on her face.

Hisasi gulped.

"Hello dear, surprised to see you here."

"Not now Hisashi." Inko said before turning to Kurogiri. "Give me a bottle of your strongest scotch."

Dr. Tsubasa turned away, trying to hide his face from the irritated mother with the power to pull small objects at her, like blood vessels or small chunks of brain matter. He even leaned away a bit, not wanting to be too close to when such a power was held by a drunk.

"... That bad?" Hisashi opened.

"Bad? Bad is putting it fucking lightly." Inko said as she grabbed the opened bottle from Kurogiri's hands and drunk straight from it. "I would love to strangle, no, pull the eyes out of the person who wrote that medical control bill. I made a solid case pointing out the flaws of the law and the imbecile of a judge went with appeal to tradition and kept the law in place! 'It was passed to protect those with quirks in the early years and it'll protect in the years to come' my ass!" Inko jugged on the scotch bottle. "Now he set a precedent using that law as a basis."

Dr. Tsubasa turned to face Inko.

"Which law did you try to take down, Mrs. Midoriya?"

Inko calmed down a bit.

"The old Genetic and Citizen Profile Database law. Of course, it wasn't called that but that's basically what the law is. The public has no access to it, let alone knew much about it, ever since they repealed the Freedom of Information Act in the early quirk years. The fucking slap to the face is that private businesses are free to look into the database, and there's no background checks on the businesses."

Hisashi held his wife's hand.

"Inko, my love," he said as he gave off an intimidating aura and a terrifying glare on his face. "We will do everything in our power to deal with that law. With our resources, we can sow chaos and distrust on the government, show the people how much they lied to them, how dystopic our nation truly is. We will ruined them and be overthrown."

"Hisashi…" Inko whispered as she began to tear up.

Kurogiri coughed.

"Uh, sensei, please lower down your volume. You're scaring my patrons." that's when the couple noticed the silence in the bar as everyone stopped what they're doing and looked away. Hisashi lowered down his terrifying aura as Inko grinned.

"Seems that I have I use for you, Mr. Media Baron." Inko said sweetly. As sweet as sugar with a hint of arsenic. "I got a plan. We need both of our connections but we can take down that massive human rights abuse with the proper steps."

Hisasi grinned as Inko payed for her bottle. He made sure to put the folder away without her noticing before the couple headed home.

"I noticed Dr. Tsubasa there." Inko said.

"He gave me the results of my recent check up."

"Still with the whole cloak and dagger routine, dear?"

"The illegal genetic database this country apparently have showed how much secrecy is needed."

Inko sighed.

"True, I'll give you that." Inko grinned as she held the bottle of scotch as they soon reached their home. Hisashi unlocked and opened the door for her.

"Well, Izuku's at the Bakugou's for a sleepover." Inko said as she went closer to her husband. "It's late at night, and it's just the three of us. You, me, and half a bottle of scotch. How's about we have a bit of fun? I'm sure you have something fun in that basement of yours."

The fun stopped when a car parked outside the house. Seeing this, Inko quickly tried to look presentable and not lose face in front of a potential client, putting the bottle of scotch on Hisashi's hands.

A rather tired woman appeared with a traumatized child wearing ruined clothes and silver hair, and a folder full of paperwork. The kid wore gloves that looked forced onto him.

"Mr. and Mrs. Midoriya?" the woman asked in an utterly dead and monotone voice.

"Yes. Is something the matter?" Inko asked. The woman just raised the folder to which Inko went to get.

"As under the Anti-Homeless and Family Ties Act of 2065, you are now the legal guardian of your nephew."

"Nephew? I have a nephew? But I was adopted and an only child."

"The government did a genetics test and found that you're the closest match in the database." the woman let go of the young boy. "He was found homeless near the burned out ruins of his old home, collateral damage from a villain fight. Everyone but him perished. He was living in the streets until we found him and looked for his closest relatives, which is you. Congratulations, you have a nephew. He's none refundable. Thank you and come again." the woman then entered her car and left.

There was a moment of silence to process what just happened.

"... That woman looked and sounded deader than a millenial with student debt working as an unpaid intern in retail for twenty years." Hisashi muttered as Inko opened up the folder to read the child's file. "Remind me to put a focus on the state of child services if that's what the taxpayers are getting with their taxes."

"Well, Shimura Tenko," Hisashi's eyes went wide in silent shock as he looked at Inko and the boy. "Looks like you'll be living with us now. Interesting quirk you got there. Well, we should get you cleaned up and fed. We got leftover pizza in the fridge. Do you like Hawaiian pizza?" Inko asked as she lead the boy into the house, passing by Hisashi by the door.

"Y-yes… I-I like pizza…" Tenko softly replied.

Hisashi turned to look at Tenko as his wife happily chatted with him. It was easy to tell that she wanted to protect and mother him already. He then looked at the bottle of scotch and downed the remaining half in a few gulps.

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Izuku is 5, so that roughly makes Tenko 9 or 10, if I got the timeline right.

I follow a lot of futurist news and one thing that bugs me is that MHA takes place in some nebulous future yet 3D printed organs aren't a thing.

I personally think a lot of factors were involved but the major ones are illegal human experimentation during the chaos of the early quirk years that resulted in a post-chaos backlash, and the inability of science to adequately explain the rather blatant disregard of the laws of nature by quirks resulting in trust in science going into an all time low. Think the mental gymnastics and distrust of experts and peer review Flat Earthers have and apply it to society and individuals at large, resulting in a rise of cults and conspiracy theories going mainstream.

Also, 3D printed organs is a technology being researched today. So trying to compare that to the Mars base comment in canon is intellectually dishonest since both rely on completely different technological and economical foundations.

 

[Yama951]

The sudden government enforced adoption of Shimura Tenko meant Inko called her parents and the Bakugous for a party to help ease Tenko into feeling welcomed.

The only thing on Hisashi's mind was that the faster the paperwork was signed, the faster the Shimura name was replaced with Midoriya.

Tenko looked at Hisashi as he looked back at him while he was preparing a whole five star meal for the two families. Hisashi didn't realized that he was the type to stress cook. At least his collection of quirks meant that he could cook and stare without an accident.

"Hisashi, stop looking at Tenko like he murdered your cat and look at what you're cooking. You're about to put sugar on the salmon." Inko firmly reminded her husband as she prepared some tea for Tenko.

Inko smiled as she poured green tea into a cup. Tenko now wore gloves that doesn't cover his thumb and index finger both for improved grip and prevented his quirk from activating.

"Pinkies up." Inko said as she made the gesture when she held her cup of tea. Tenko followed as it made both proper manners and a way to make sure his quirk won't activate by accident. Many layers of protection was necessary for everyone's sake.

They heard a door opening as Izuku entered the house and saw Tenko with wide eyes.

"Mama! Papa! You got me a big brother!?"

Inko choked on her tea.

"From the mouths of babes." Hisashi muttered as he chuckled while mixing the mixture for cheesecake.

"Izuku, we're adopting Tenko. Say hello to your big brother." Izuku waved his hand as Mitsuki walked in.

"Koko! This is such a surprise." she said as she looked at Tenko. "You did call your parents about the news?"

"Of course I did. They're heading here as we speak."

"Think they're going to cry themselves a lake at their new grandchild?" Inko rolled her eyes as she grinned at the joke.

"They would probably flood the city when I will get test tube babies legal once more. I know they're too old but it's something they should had been able to get." Mitsuki playfully punched Inko's arm.

"They wouldn't had gotten you if they did, and where would I be? I wouldn't have gotten the damn balls to asked Masaru on a date. We both know the guy's as dense as an anime protag back in high school."

"That's because he was busy studying for a good college. And what about you back in high school? I seem to recall a weird months long phase where you went all magical girl on me." Mitsuki's face redden.

"We do not talk about that Koko! Those were the most embarrassing months of my life!"

"Still, that vigilante gang disappeared without a trace since then…" Inko said before Mitsuki managed to change the subject.

Tenko and Izuku looked at each other, Tenko with a wary look and Izuku with a wide eyed look of wonder.

"Papa makes great food." Izuku said as the smell of cake being baked filled the air, mixing with the smell of cooked salmon and smoked ham.

"I-it smells good." Tenko muttered.

Inko looked at the slices of smoked ham.

"Dear, please tell me that's for lunch or something. My parents need to watch their blood pressure after all."

"Oh, those would be made into ham and cheese sandwiches for Izuku and Tenko, especially for school. I'm making some cheese fondue for the cheese part."

Mitsuki whistled.

"What? No caviar and gold flakes to add into the meal?" she joked.

"Yes, cause everyone thinks fish eggs and the taste of conspicuous consumption makes for the best children's food." Hisashi muttered as he pulled the cake out of the oven.

"In your century perhaps." Mitsuki said as Izuku and Tenko went to look at the large plate of smoked ham slices.

"No Izuku, Tenko. Those are for later." Hisashi said as he started to slice the cake into three layers. The two watched Hisashi spread a layer of frosting between the layers before spreading the frosting on the cake surface. He then started to decorate the cake with the frosting before grabbing the chocolate syrup to write 'Happy Adoption Tenko!'.

Hisashi looked at the cake with a glare.

"I don't know if that fits or not." he muttered.

"I-I don't mind." Tenko said as he looked at the lettering.

"How about we get a spare room ready for Tenko to have? We do have that spare room we used as a makeshift storage." Inko said to the two before returning to her chat with Mitsuki.

Izuku raised his hand to Tenko with an innocent smile.

"Let's go! You'll have the room next to mine." Izuku said but Tenko looked at the raised hand with fear.

"I-I don't want to hurt you…" Tenko whispered as he looked down in shame.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"It's my quirk. If I touch something with all five fingers, it'll turn to dust." he said with some fidgeting and scratching his neck while looking away.

"That's an amazing quirk! You can help rescue people easily with that! You could even help in recycling just by turning things into dust! Does your quirk follow the conservation of matter as well or does it force the atoms to break into their individual elements? If that's the case, you could help out in mining and processing as well, no need to break apart rocks for ore when you can turn them to dust and melt the dust! You could even help break apart organic matter and turn them into compost if it worked differently…"

Tenko got lost as Izuku slowly muttered out the many ways his quirk could help people. He didn't notice the tears falling from his face for a few minutes.

"Tenko? Is something wrong dear?" Inko asked as it broke Tenko from his trance. He cried a bit louder.

"T-that's the nicest thing anyone had said about me."

Izuku went to hug Tenko with a determined look on his face.

"Don't worry big brother. Because I am here!" Izuku said as he looked up at Tenko. Tenko returned the hug while he cried as Mitsuki took some pictures of the cute scene. Inko teared up a bit.

Hisashi had a silent groan at the scene as he watched, for his son decided to quote that blond brick out of anything else.

"Hisashi! The muffins!" Inko shouted as the fire alarm began to ding. Hisashi quickly returned to his cooking. Luckily, the muffins were safe.

A few hours, and some cooking and moving later, the Hasegawas arrived from their home in the countryside.

Shinichi and Ran, Inko's adopted parents, were a sweet couple. They wanted a child so badly, only to find out that they were sterile. Hisashi knew, as a professionally trained doctor, that there were treatments for such things, or ways to go around it, but they're still illegal by the government.

The couple still looked youthful in their old age as Ran went with Inko to meet Tenko while Hisashi went to the family library with Shinichi. Hisashi did overheard his mother-in-law wondering why the orphanage went with Akatani Inko when she was in fact a Shimura.

Hisashi sighed as he placed on the center table the results of the genetics test, close to the glasses and an opened bottle of scotch. He knew going behind his wife's back on the rather invasive test, in the current time period's opinion anyway, would be problematic but anything to ease his worry on the possibility of a hidden quirk. He missed his brother's quirk and the consequences hounded him ever since.

"You decided to show me this why?" Shinichi muttered as he skimmed the file.

"I was planning to show it to you as an outside expert a week or two from now but since you're here for Tenko, why not catch two birds with one stone?"

"I'm not a genetics expert here."

"Ah, but your friend is. Not to mention that analysis quirk of yours could help. This is the health of my son, your grandson, after all. From what I could gather from the results. He has no quirk. His DNA is spotless of any abnormal nucleotides typical of quirks. Except for the existence of a mitochondrial DNA like structure in the nucleus of his cells, something quirks never manifested before."

Shinichi whistled as he looked at the data.

"You even got his genome mapped out. Didn't they made that illegal a century ago?"

"Yes, yes, the Mombasa Treaty would had made the Human Genome Project illegal if it existed decades earlier. Now focus. An honest opinion. Does Izuku have a quirk or not?" Hisashi whispered as if the walls could hear any noise.

Shinichi stopped and looked up at his son-in-law.

"You didn't feel anything?"

"I didn't felt my brother's quirk and I can't pull it from him. It might be the same with Izuku but the results are saying otherwise." Hisashi began to mutter as he tried to make sense of it all. It's uncharted territory in quirk research and a part of him was ecstatic on the potential. But a part of him was also worried for unknown consequences that would affect his son and family.

He was reminded of the Tinayak Incident in the Philippines back in the early quirk years, where thousands of monstrous black babies burst forth from their mother's wombs and attacked people. Or the Wendigo Incident in Quebec back when it was under Canada, old people suddenly attacking and eating people while changing into similar monstrosities.

"Hisashi, Hisashi! Get a hold of yourself!" Shinichi shouted as he shook Hisashi out of his memories.

"Sorry… sorry for that." Hisashi muttered as he took a seat and poured himself a glass of scotch.

Shinichi sighed.

"I'll go bring this to my friend. Try to send a copy to other people as well. I'm sure you can call in a favor or two from some people or groups."

Hisashi rolled his eyes as he took a sip.

"Last thing I want is for certain interests come knocking in my territory."

"And who's the guy who helped shove that Open Immigration Act through the government centuries ago?"

"Those nationalistic idiots would let the country die a slow death if it meant keeping the country's pride in being 'genetically homogeneous'." Hisashi muttered before he looked at Shinichi with suspicion. "You knew?" Shinichi shrugged.

"I was a famous detective once. Though, you're outside my typical case. I did some research on you, just in case, protective father and all." Hisashi chuckled.

"I'm certain I did more research on you than you did on me."

"True, then again who could say they got the secret shogun of Japan as their son-in-law."

"Call me traditionalist or a reactionary. What was considered liberal and radical then is now conservative and reactionary now. Besides, I have a soft spot for the imperial family if not the many governments from then to now. But we're losing track here. Keep the copy. I'll call my contacts in the Foundation for another look at the results."

Shinichi nodded as he poured and took a sip of scotch.

"I would say you're being paranoid here. Who's to say this is just a hidden quirk you're worrying too much? No one really knows what quirks are." Shinichi raised his hand with the glass of scotch on it. "After all, there are more things on heaven and Earth, Hisashi, than are known in your philosophy. My final case is proof of that."

Shinichi chuckled as he placed his glass down.

"How about asking the Hypatia Institute?"

"The puppets of the Hexidecimal? I might as well asked the Heralds of the Singularity. No. I'm wary of those secretive super AI. Who knows what they're doing on their island fortresses."

"Does Inko know about this?"

"She does now." Inko said as she walked in the library. She smiled as she looked as her father and husband. "Dad, come see Tenko. I'll have a chat with my husband on the promises made during marriage."

"She might had got my love of learning but she took after Ran. She judo slammed me on the ground after coming clean. Well, nice knowing you." Shinichi muttered to Hisashi as he patted his son-in-law's back before walking away.

Hisashi ended up coming clean, particularly mumbling out his hand in Shimura Nana's death, and he found himself flung onto the floor by his pulled tie from his wife's quirk and a foot pressed on his back.

"Now dear, explain everything properly before I decide to pull on a vertebrae or pinch a blood vessel." she calmly asked.

In the end, it was decided that Hisashi would be sleeping in the couch for a month and tasked in renovating the spare room to be Tenko's bedroom with anything and everything he desired.

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I decided to make the familiar, now former kid, detective and judo flipping girlfriend to be Inko's parents as a bit of a cameo with a bit of another background world building/cryptic background reference.

Also, Underground Heroes would have a lot of free agency and lack of public accountability compared the flashier heroes. It's possible that they were, or some still are, basically Black Ops agents in another name.

 

[Yama951]

Once in every two weeks, the two families came together for family game night.

They usually played a board game, though there was a growing list of games banned from family game night.

Risk was banned. Mostly due to Hisashi, Izuku, and Katsuki ending up in a three way war for world domination with escalating war and sometimes resulting into a 1984 scenario where the battles shift back and forth while leaving the core territory in place. But Katsuki's patience doesn't last long, which resulted in father and son in teaming up to eliminate him from play and ending up in a basic cold war like scenario with proxy wars. The endless war turned out to be a preferred feature by both sides 'to push technological advancement under a controlled and preferred fashion'.

Monopoly was banned. Mostly due to Hisashi, Izuku, and Katsuki ending up either uniting into a real estate cartel or developing an actual three sided gang war in a game of Monopoly.

Blackjack was banned. Mostly because Hisashi taught Izuku on keeping a good poker face, counting the cards, and how to deal the cards like a professional. Luckily for everyone, there was no betting involved.

Cards against Humanity was still ok to play, though Inko has some reservations on playing it with Izuku.

Betrayal at House on the Hill was exciting, especially when Hisashi ended up as the villain. He really went ham on the performance. When Izuku played the villain, it was almost impossible to tell or figure him out, until the last moment when he decided to monologue his plan before he won.

"And to think you want to be a damn hero Deku!" Katsuki shouted as Izuku won a game.

"The best way to defeat a villain is to think like a villain. Right papa?" Izuku said with a glance at his proud and agreeing father.

Another game they played was Cluedo. It was much more into Izuku's style as he had the most wins in the game. Though Katsuki didn't like the need to wait and guess, calling it 'a game that forced people to play the police instead of the actual fucking police!'.

"The fucking police? I didn't know they added that division, is that where they fuck people over literally or did the police hired some strippers? If that's the case, your mother and I are quite a villainous pair." Masaru's rare quips shut Katsuki's mouth in an instant. The hilarious irony of his statement made Hisashi grin while Mitsuki laughed her butt off.

But there were times when the adults got busy with work and Hisashi became the unofficial babysitter for the three boys.

It was during the months he fell into an RPG book collecting hobby, some time after Izuku's seventh birthday, that really made family game night something a little more exciting.

Hisashi set up the board, the snacks, the GM screen, the books, and the character sheets ready for a game of 14th Edition D&D, the less said of the horribly mangled 13th edition the better.

Though was still worried for his son.

Something wasn't right not matter how much his wife kept telling him that he was just being paranoid. After all, as much as Izuku loved to learn, Hisashi knew it's just not possible for a quirkless Japanese person to become naturally fluent in Irish Gaelic after watching some old movies and listening to some old songs.

Another thing was the report he managed to kept secret from his wife. The analysis of Izuku's DNA by his father-in-law's friend. She did a randomized CRISPR gene replacement, only to find that the mysterious DNA loop repaired and undid any changes. Another test, subjecting it to radiation to cause mutations, resulted in the same loop repairing every damage to the DNA.

It might have been the paranoia talking, the same paranoia that protected him in the centuries of leading a number of covert groups in the shadows, but something needed his son's DNA to remain the same no matter what. Didn't helped when it was discovered in a deeper analysis that there was a significant clean up of junk DNA. But the discoveries only made him question and worry even more.

After all, he hated anyone using his family in their mysterious plans. He told Dr. Tsubasa about this and he happily helped in the research on his son's DNA to figure out what was going on. Hisashi knew that it would help in the Noumu research and development but what his family didn't know won't hurt them.

"Dad?" Tenko said, shaking him from his mumbled thoughts. "Something wrong?"

"Oh, nothing, just thinking about fantasy novels turned movies." Hisashi said with a grin as Tenko took a seat. He's much healthier and more confident than when he first met the boy. Of course, Inko made him promise not to say anything about being the one who killed his grandmother or any other connection to his family.

"Is that why you were speaking in Irish, dad?"

"It's not Irish. It's Sindarin. Perhaps we should have a movie night for all nine Tolkien movies. The originals, not the remakes."

"Dad. Those are really old movies. The special effects are cringy enough to look at." Tenko then looked down at the prepared table. "So… new game?"

"More like a new campaign. Behold the wonders of the old style RPG."

Tenko looked at the assortment of papers, books, and printed maps.

"How many trees did you kill for all that?" Tenko joked. "These are so analog I don't know how people played RPGs before computers."

"It's called an imagination. You should try it. Anything is a potential source of inspiration." Hisashi said, hoping that Tenko took the bait to play instead of going to his room to play on his console games.

"Fine." Tenko took a seat. "One game." Hisashi grinned. Hook, line, and sinker.

Bakugou and Izuku walked in the house, trying to go to the bathroom quietly like a pair of simmering tea kettles. Hisashi sighed at the scratches, bruises, and a broken nose on Izuku.

"What happened this time?" he asked, giving off a bit of an aura off at the sight of his son.

"Fucking… Izuku, the bleeding heart idiot he is, climbed up a tree to get a little girl's cat that's stuck on it, crying the whole time. Said cat scratched the hell at him and they both fell, using his own body and face to cushion the fall for the dang cat." Bakugou explained with a hint of fear in his formal tone. A look at the scratches on Izuku's hands and forearms suggested small animal claws, likely to be from a cat. The bruises on his face is consistent with falling face first on the ground.

Tenko gotten up only for Hisashi to stand up to administer some first aid. He told Bakugou to take a seat and have a snack in the mean time.

Father and son walked to the kitchen where Hisashi pulled up a large first aid box from the first aid lessons he gave to Izuku months earlier. Of course, bandaging his son up meant an ample way to hide the usage of his Healing Touch quirk he stole from a retired masseur decades ago.

"Izuku, this is the fifth time this week, and it's way early in the week."

"Yes dad…" Izuku said as he winced at the applied iodine on the scratches.

"It doesn't help that you stalk heroes around like the paparazzi. There are better ways to be a journalist than that Izuku."

"I know dad…" Acting like a teenager ignoring the world? Seriously?

"Your mother and I agreed to have you betrothed to the imperial princess of Nusantara this afternoon. We just need your signature and blood seal on the contract." Hisashi said as he bandaged up his son's hands.

"Of course da- wait what?" Izuku looked at his father in surprise.

"Oh, so you were listening. Good to know you didn't put your dear old dad on hold there." Hisashi said before he placed a band-aid on Izuku's nose, subtly realigning and fixing it.

"Something on your mind son?"

Izuku sighed.

"Dad. Do I really have a quirk?"

Hisashi thought of what to say, reminded of a conversation with Tsubasa on what they managed to discover.

"Well," the doctor said as he mixed his mug of coffee. "If we show this to some quirk specialists, they would likely say that Izuku has some sort of immortality quirk, one that repairs his DNA, preventing cancers, retroviruses, cell damage, lowering free radicals, and who knows what else. Funny that the lie turned out to be an accidental truth."

"If is it the exact truth…" Hisashi muttered out.

"What dad?"

Hisashi sighed.

"You're mother's going to kill me if she finds out." Hisashi lowered himself to Izuku's height. "I got worried. My family has a history of genetic illness. I got worried you might have inherited my brother's illness or carried it. So, I used my medical connections to look at your DNA closely. I know it's almost impossible to test an immortality quirk but they manage to find something. Your cells heal themselves and any damage on your DNA fixes itself. It's a good sign of an immortality quirk. But Izuku, remember, it's immortality, not regeneration. I don't want you to get hurt."

Izuku teared at the news.

"I can't ignore people in need of help."

Hisashi smiled as he ruffled his son's hair.

"I know. You got your brother's metaphorical heart. Can't blame a protective father from trying though." Hisashi then raised a finger on his lips. "Our secret. Mama shouldn't know I told you that."

Izuku nodded in agreement as they returned to the room.

"Now boys, take a seat. We'll start with character creation before we start with the campaign." Hisashi said as Izuku, Katsuki, and Tenko began filling out their character sheets.

Izuku went with a human Holy Champion, basically a paladin before they expanded the class for all alignments and renamed it as the Champion class.

Katsuki went with an enchanted human Berserker Barbarian, which wasn't a surprise.

Tenko went with a dark elf Pact Warlock, interesting for its useful implications in the campaign.

Hisashi made a sinister grin as he watched behind the safety of the GM screen.

"Now, let us set the stage of this campaign. The world of Aberon was once a world where magic was rare and the gods silent. Until two hundred years ago, when the Awakening occurred. Monsters burst forth from their slumber, madness gripped the lands, the gods gave their blessings and curses freely, and humans found themselves gaining magic unique to themselves. In the time of chaos a Demon King rose, to try to bring the world into his malevolent dominion. But he was defeated by a great hero of the light. But defeat did not mean destroy, and his whispers echoed in those easily tempted by their desires. And so, in a small town of Greendale, three future heroes were resting in an inn before disaster hits the town…"

As much as his wife hates Hisashi's tendency for the dramatic, he did use it well to make a captive audience in his shows.

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I decided to put the more plot heavy stuff on an Izuku focused sequel when he goes to UA. Think of the breadcrumbs of mystery as foreshadowing. This story was originally planned to be a DFO cute and disturbing fluff story after all. Also, Hisashi really wants a break but things from his past is slowly catching up anyway.

 

[Yama951]

Hisashi looked at the old drawings of his son's first RPG character. The logo he made on the shield bothered him. It looked like an upside down on-off symbol with the line being longer so the tips of the broken circle were pointing at the middle of the line.

The symbol looked so familiar yet he can't recall where it reminded him of. Izuku kept using it for every character he made.

He soon shook himself out of the paranoia and refocused on the other drawings of the characters made for the other games they played after they completed the campaign and gotten bored of the fantasy setting.

The superhero genre basically lost its appeal when the world became a superhero setting.

Hisashi remembered the early quirk years well. People were using the X-Men comics as a way to try to make sense of what was happening.

Of course, in time, calling people mutants became an insult and a rather popular talk show host in the US unintentionally made the word 'quirk' the politically correct term which completely changed the definition of the word in English, though there were still people preferring other terms like metahuman or meta for short. At least it wasn't parahuman. Hisashi knew that there's a difference in his long life. Even though he preferred to ignore that side of the equation.

Though, it only reminded Hisashi of post-modernism's edgier and paranoid cultural successor that was neo-post-modernism. Unlike post-modernism's playfulness on everything, the edgier version just fomented distrust and paranoia, breaking down social and cultural bonds and trust. At least his old college roommate, a Samuel Cole Peterson the most influential philosopher of the 21st century, managed to bring back sanity from that cultural revolution.

Which reminded Hisashi to double check on the Samuel Cole Peterson Foundation. They had yet to reply on the DNA analysis he asked years ago.

Refocusing on the drawings, Hisashi returned to the campaigns he and the boys played.

5th Edition Exalted made for a good game to make them question the nuances of heroism. Tenko went with a Raksha who acts like life itself was just a game, Katsuki went with the typical Dawn Solar, while Izuku went with a Chosen of Secrets, which was a surprise to Hisashi who thought his son would go with a Solar as well.

That campaign ended in a rather hilarious end of a local part of the world, the merger of Autochtonia, Creation, Yu Shan, and the Wyld, and Izuku becoming the king of the gods in the new world through a rather convoluted series of events from the beginning of the campaign to the end. Hisashi was very proud.

Next was a more experimental campaign of 11th Edition Shadowrun.

No actual overall plot other than a vague 'fix the world' at most.

It was one of the longest campaigns he ever GMed.

It was mostly because Hisashi played up the notion of unintended consequences to the boys. Every action has a reaction, and it was interesting to see how they would try to get away with whatever they were planning at the time.

The end of that campaign ended up with Izuku learning how to use said consequences in a cascading domino effect on the setting, making and breaking aspects of society to his preference.

The lessons were going well.

After that campaign, Izuku invited a new friend of his he met in the park, a young girl by the name of Toga Himiko.

7th Edition World of Darkness made for an interesting game given how Izuku went with an Iteration X operative, Katsuki went with a Storm Lord werewolf, Tenko went with an Autumn Court Darkling, and Toga went with a Daeva Carthian.

It was a more of a character focused campaign. It's a mark of good leadership to not only keep group morale high but managing to maintain group cohesion especially when the group is filled with a myriad of personalities and skills.

It was at that period when Hisashi decided to teach his son how to act and disguise himself. The disguising lessons turned out to be rather unnecessary given how Izuku happily joined in some makeup sessions with Toga, sometimes on Tenko.

The acting lessons were much more fun, partly hiding it as a game.

He already told his son the story of a famous actress who managed to hide herself when she gave a public interview with nothing but body language and when the interviewer was surprised no one noticed, she changed her body language and everyone noticed her, said actress was Norma Jeane Mortenson, popularly known as Marilyn Monroe.

The warehouse they went into to train was one of his spare warehouses under layers of subsidiaries and pseudonyms.

"Now son, we're going to practice method acting. It's quite useful since sometimes need to truly think that you're another person."

"Toga told me about it. She told me her papa's teaching her how to play with big boys. She said it wasn't very fun but she gets to lick on the blood so she's happy."

Hisashi kept that rage and disgust to himself, until he could have the Toga family get a background check. Maybe with his wife ready with the lawsuit, just in case.

"Now, let's focus on a character you need to act out and we could play it out."

"What about you papa?"

Hisashi grinned.

"Why, I'll be the scary villain. Now, let me get into position. Remember Izuku, the majority of information given out isn't in speech, not the tone, not the words, no, it's in the body language. The right posture, the right mannerisms, the right gait and movement will tell people if one's a hero, a villain, a bystander, and more."

Hisashi then showed off some character archetypes he mastered in the centuries.

He crouched forward, hugged himself, messed his hair a bit, gave the appearance of a timid and weak nerd just missing the glasses and wearing a suit that doesn't seem to fit him.

"I-I'm s-sorry sir! P-please excuse me. I-I got w-work to do." his voice even sounded timid and an octave higher. The defenseless civilian archetype was useful in escapes and making people ignore him. After all, he screamed weak and defenseless, someone to ignore.

Hisashi then stood straight. His grin turned into a smirk. His eyes narrowed. He fixed his hair into combed slick. He walked forward at his son, showing off a confident yet casual movement, completely unlike the bumbling and clumsy look he was doing a moment before. He gave off the air of someone one shouldn't mess with.

"Ah, Mr. Winchester." Hisashi said in a deep and menacing tone, "I have read the corporate reports for your department and I noticed some errors in the accounts. It is… unfortunate to see such a loyal employee going against the company. I will help fix that." the villainous boss archetype was useful in intimidation and putting people in line.

"And now, one last example." Hisashi said as he went back to the starting position. He walked ahead with a swaying gait. His posture and movements feminine. When he stopped at the spot, he took a strange pose.

"Well hello boys~. Care to give a gal a good night?" Hisashi said in the tone of a guy in drag sounding rather seductive feminine way. And making it work.

Izuku stared at the last one, not sure whether to laugh or be grossed out at the idea of his father acting out the last archetype outside the house.

"... I'm telling mom for child abuse." Izuku said in a dull tone.

Hisashi dropped the act instantly.

"Now, now, Izuku, that was just an example of a character to pretend as."

"So, you showed me a scared guy, a mean boss, and someone who's pushing LGBT rights back by a hundred and so years?" well, Izuku is definitely his son with that comment.

"You would be surprised at how easy it is to hide from people in a dress and makeup-" Izuku then covered his ears.

"La la la! I can't hear ya! La la la! I'm not imagining my dad as a drag queen! La la la!"

Hisashi blushed and coughed from that as he let his son quiet down.

"You done?"

Izuku nodded.

"I am telling mom though."

"Please, your mother managed to find enough blackmail of me in drag and other outfits across the years when we were dating."

Izuku made an increasingly high pitched whine of terror from the idea.

Hisashi rubbed his forehead, realizing what he just said.

"And Izuku.exe has stopped working…"

Hisashi just gave his son a bottle of cold water to drink when he ended up choking a bit.

"Feeling better now?" Hisashi asked, to which his son just nodded while he drank his water.

Then the doors of the warehouse opened. A group of men and women entered the warehouse. One of them was a teen with a surgical mask.

Hisashi gave off his aura as he carried his son on his arms.

"You do realize you're trespassing on private property." He stated.

The leader of the group did a ninety degree bow at Hisashi, which his group followed, before very humbly apologizing to the Underground Shogun for the intrusion.

"Master, why are we bowing to him?" the teen wearing the surgical mask asked.

"Be careful what you're saying Kai, this is the Immortal Satou, the Underground Shogun. He's the reason why underground heroes call themselves that. He might have control over Kyoto, the Ise Shrine, and the surrounding areas but he was around for centuries. He has the imperial family under his thumb." the leader whispered at his protegee.

"More like saved them the trouble from two different general idiots who wanted to start a coup and make themselves shogun and ruin the country with their plans." Hisashi muttered in annoyance as he placed his son down. Izuku's eyes looked at the group widely. Hisashi feared what he's thinking already. That and what he might tell his mother.

It's one thing for a kid to stumble into a voice chat meeting with some board members, another for a kid to end up in an impromptu yakuza meeting.

Hisashi shifted his posture, strengthening his malevolent aura to the point that everyone in the group froze in utter fear and terror.

"Now, tell me why you lot decided to trespass on private property?"

"Immortal Satou, we wish for a private audience with you." the leader said with a clap of his hands in prayer at Hisashi.

"Normally I would give my distaste at fools who believe themselves to be important enough to ignore the proper channels. Fortunately for lot, I have a child with me and traumatizing them is not something I can afford to do."

"B-but we did went through the proper channels, we were told to meet you here…" the leader's face paled at the realization. "W-we've been set up…"

Hisashi looked around, using his myriad of subtle sensing quirks. Nothing except one rather familiar quirk which he might deal with later.

"Well, there's no one outside, no one above us, no one below, none invisible, and none watching and listening through electronic devices." Izuku said with a grin and an octave higher his usual tone. Like a curious and annoying kid to ignore. The complete change in tone made Hisashi weaken the terrifying aura, letting the group breathe properly from the fear.

"And how do you know that kid?" one of the underlings asked.

Izuku tilted his head like he was thinking.

"No one bursting in to arrest us, no buzzing of a drone, nothing, and Master Satou and I were in here for a few hours now and we're still okay." Hisashi looked at his son carefully, wondering if his father-in-law somehow possessed his son or something. Izuku's posture and body language really does gave out a feel of an annoying kid to ignore.

"Hi, I'm Akatani Mikumo! I have an analysis quirk." Inko's supposed maiden name and his choice for his son's name if it wasn't for the result of the coin flip.

"Interesting…" one of the underlings muttered as the group seemed to have relaxed a bit.

"Perhaps there was some mix up in the communications?" the leader suggested.

"Perhaps…" Hisashi said as he coughed at his son, making him turned his head at him, before signing 'be careful and stay safe'.

Izuku mischievously grinned and signed back an 'okay'.

"Don't hurt even a single hair on the kid's head, got it." the leader whispered at his subordinates. They silently nodded.

Izuku then ran towards the group while Hisashi and the boss ended up having a private chat. He looked and observed the group carefully. Some of them looked uncomfortable from being watched by what they thought to be the successor to the Immortal Satou.

"Hey mister," Izuku said to the teen with the surgical mask, "You must be really worried about your health with that mask on."

The teen stayed silent as he looked at Izuku.

"Hey, hey, don't you know that before quirks were around ninety percent of all humans alive at the time were infected with at least eight different types of herpes? I remember watching a really old video talking about how space travel made astronauts show symptoms of some form of herpes since space made their immune system weaker. I don't know what the percentage of that is for now but isn't that interesting?"

The teen looked at Izuku with slow widening eyes of horror, perhaps with some twitching of an eye or three.

"I-it is interesting… it would be nice to see a world without such illnesses, a properly clean world."

Izuku giggled.

"That's silly, mister." the other underlings began to sweat at the sight of the two chatting, knowing that the boss's protegee was touchy and very outspoken on the subject.

"Illnesses help make the body stronger. After all, we made cities clean and sterile and it only resulted in worse epidemics due to the immune system being weak. Not to mention the whole anti-vaxxers becoming popular before a lab that kept the remaining stores of smallpox exploded, releasing it into the world again so many decades ago."

"... you are one deceptively knowledgeable child, you know that."

"Master Satou taught me many things." Izuku whispered in a slightly lower tone with a grin. "Like history and reading people…"

"Tell me kid… do you have an idea on how to lead a group secretly? Away from prying eyes?"

Izuku tilted his head in thought.

"Well, hiding it plain sight, using guerrilla tactics, and going for ways that aren't obvious. It's rather basic."

"... humor me. What do you think of quirks, besides the obvious."

Izuku's eyes lit up.

"They're amazing! So many powers and abilities people didn't have before and they now have…"

"Don't you think it's an illness in need of a cure?"

Izuku looked at the teen in confusion before chuckling. He looked up at the teen with narrowed eyes.

"That's silly, mister. It's not an illness. It's a power, something given to humanity by a single serpent, a fruit forbidden and eaten. We are banished from the garden of ignorance. One cannot return to the garden now. Try to cure it, someone will try to get it back. Power is power. Try to take it away, you will fail. Humanity's grip on what it desires is strong. Sure, there would be those who would want to let go, only for them to be swept away, to be left behind, to become powerless. They will no longer have a hand in the guidance of humanity and the world. Such is the nature of the games of power." Izuku said in a monotone as everyone in the group looked at him in shock.

"Well then mystery child… what do you think caused quirks?"

"Simple, I think it was nanobots."

"Nanobots. Those were made at least decades after quirks appeared."

Izuku chuckled.

"Not if you cheated."

The teen would have said something before Hisashi and the leader returned.

"Thank you for helping my group, sir." the leader said with a bow. He gestured at the group to leave while Izuku giggled and ran to his father.

"Bye bye!" Izuku waved at the group.

The group then left after they gave a bow.

Izuku looked up at his father.

"Acting's fun!" he said in his normal voice before he pouted. "You shouldn't hire actors for the lessons papa. They're expensive."

"Uh, right, actors. Who were you acting then son?"

"The creepy know it all kid with an analysis quirk."

"Oh? You were really good acting that then."

"I watched some scary movies with Tenko." Izuku said with a yawn.

Hisashi grinned as he ruffled his son's hair.

"What sort of movies?" Hisashi asked as he called Kurogiri, signaling him to come bring Izuku home.

"The old scary movies… one with the girls in the hotel…" Izuku said as he got sleepy. "The ones with the clown…" Izuku closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Hisashi then carried Izuku to Kurogiri as he warped into the warehouse.

Once they left, Hisashi stood straight.

"We're alone. You can come out of hiding now."

A man in a suit left the shadows and into the light.

The man has smooth porcelain white skin with no features, wearing a simple suit.

Hisashi looked at the man in confusion.

"... Slenderman?"

The man chuckled.

"No, Mr. Slender's my father." the man said in a joking tone before he shifted into a copy of Hisashi. "I'm Doppel, underground hero. I apologize for dragging the yakuza along but I heard about you and I need your help. I'm Toga Himiko's uncle." the underground hero said in Hisashi's voice.

"That explains the quirk."

"Yes… well, I'm worried about my niece. I have evidence that my brother is training her to be a shapeshifting assassin and possibly sexually abusing her. The problem is that my brother's also a shapeshifter so he would be able to pin the blame on me instead. I know you deal with favors, please, she needs therapy and to get away from her father."

Hisashi made a revolted look as he pulled out his phone and called someone on speakerphone.

"Wait for a moment, and can you speak with your normal voice?" Doppel nodded, "Let's take a seat in a more private room. And repeat what you just told me…"

As Inko learned of what was happened, she decided to skip the legalities.

And added a bonus of the Midoriya family paying for both the legal custody transfer and Himiko's therapy.

Because Mr. Toga crossed lines that Inko will not forgive.

Hisashi always knew she was the better actor, especially when it came to subtlety.

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Technically, the full name was the Immortal Satori then it got shorten to the Immortal Sato then it morphed into the Immortal Satou. That part is a bit more blatant in copying the Way of the House Husband manga.

Personally, Toga's character came off as someone made to train to be an assassin from a young age because of her quirk and was abused in childhood to develop her warped view of love and romance.

The 'astronauts gets herpes in space and 90% of humanity has herpes' was a thing I thrown in cause it's perfect to freak out a germaphobe like Chisaki. Here's the link to the video

 

[Yama951]

Hisashi washed his hands after dealing with that troublesome individual.

Only an act of the divine would manage to protect someone from his wife's complete fury. It was a rare sight to see his wife gave off such a murderous aura, especially when they found more and more damming evidence of the man's crimes against women and children. Especially the late wife.

Mrs. Toga didn't realized her actual husband was murdered and replaced as the shapeshifter wanted to use her to get a child perfect for criminal and assassination training to bring back his group. Mrs. Toga was a young nurse with a Blood Analysis quirk, which helped in checking for anemia, insulin levels, and other blood related medical checkups. The remains of her body was found in a trash can, dated to be sometime after Himiko's fourth birthday. The sickening part was the monster draining her of her blood, cooked it into a stew, and gave it to her daughter while teaching her some twisted ideas of love.

Inko wanted to kill him on the spot herself.

But cooler heads prevailed, in the form of Hisashi granting the now quirkless man mercy under the tender care of Dr. Tsubasa.

Hisashi dried his hands and left the lab.

Doppel, for doing his part of the bargain, gained custody of his niece, her paid therapy, an alibi, and a non disclosure agreement for everyone's sake.

"I must thank you again for all this." Doppel said as he drove the couple home in the form of some driver. Hisashi quickly realized something.

"Now I remember why your quirk looked familiar. Your family were the leading clan of the Ten Thousand Masks, or perhaps some distant relative. Infamous assassins that no one knew the actual membership. People just called you, killed someone or steal something, and frame some unfortunate individual with the crime."

"Well, that was something my grandfather, who called himself Noppera-bou, wanted to continue. The secrecy and killing, but my father and uncles hated that. Some rebelled against it and the group practically ended without fanfare. My uncle became the pro hero Mannequin before he retired to his fashion company and gave the hero agency to his protegee Best Jeanist. My other uncle left to America and became a civil right's activist and lawyer there. My father, on the other hand, is a mess. He's a famous actor and fashion model so he's in trouble for sexual harassment and running away from his many flings that resulted in children. I only stumbled on what my brother was doing in complete accident. I went from working as a professional body double to a semi-legal detective and bounty hunter almost instantly."

"Semi-legal detective?" Inko asked.

"I might have gathered evidence with my shapeshifting through not entirely legal means." Doppel muttered.

"Ah, I see. If you want, I can help you with that."

"T-thank you but you've done so much for me and Himiko already."

Inko gave him her card either way.

They soon arrived back home and saw Tenko and Izuku testing out Tenko's newest mod for Minecraft. Some silly nonsense about magic.

Hisashi remembered how Tenko's programming skills started like it was yesterday.

It was during his electronics and computer programming phase.

Hisashi did got in trouble from his wife for building another extension of the basement and having another layer of it built.

Sometimes, he wondered if his tendency to hoard quirks had spread to other things during his time as a house husband.

He was practicing his programming, that he remembered. A simple bot to quietly hack into organizational databases, usually government, for later reading.

After all, it was years since Hisashi gave a copy to the Foundation and they haven't even sent a letter why they haven't replied yet.

As the time passed, the more his paranoia crept up on him, despite the Foundation's influence in the country was under his control. He held the power to kick them out and buy back the locations they were using in the country easily.

Of course, Hisashi reminded himself, that was only a formality given how the Foundation was organized. There would be cells spread out doing their own thing and it would be a bother to clean them all up.

Then again, it made sense for something Samuel Cole Peterson founded to follow a rather anarchic organizational policy. Hisashi still remembered those years in college where he had to listen to Peterson's philosophical rants and conspiracy theories. Funny that one sarcastic yell to write down his rants and publish them resulted in Peterson becoming a philosophical cornerstone and a paradigm shift in philosophy and culture.

He was shaken from his thoughts when young Tenko entered his home office.

"Dad… mom said it's time for dinner…"

Curious at the contents of the usually locked room, Tenko walked to the computer.

"Whatcha doing anyway?"

"Programming."

"Oh?" Tenko looked at the lines of difficult code on the screen, "Looks complicated."

"I can teach you the basics. I remember some old game mods I used to do."

"Oh?" Tenko asked with interest and curiosity at the idea. "You can do that?"

"Of course. Think of game modifications as a sort of practice. You would be able to make your own games in no time if you keep practicing."

And practice he did. Starting small and slowly going up the difficulty. In fact, Tenko ended up on top on his computer programming electives in middle school.

Though his choice of high school was still undecided.

"Izuku, please tell me you didn't experimented on the Corruption magic…" Tenko called out as the brothers played their game. Curious, Hisashi used a See-Through-Barriers quirk to see a Minecraft world being corrupted by some purple things around a red pentagram in a circle on the grass.

Hisashi lost track on the updates to that game centuries ago but he wasn't surprised that it was still being updated. It was basically the Lego of video games.

"S-sorry! I thought I can control it!" Izuku cried as he watched his base being corrupted in the game while Inko opened the door.

"We're home!" Inko called out.

"Hey mom! Well, looks like we're gonna spam the purifying flowers, again." Tenko muttered as they paused the game before they went to hug their parents. "Well, at least we know how bad I coded the speed of the spread there. That's too fast."

"Looks like you two had fun." Hisashi said as he watched his son crying at he screen, watching his farm animals turning into corrupted purple things.

"Well, anyone in a mood for some pizza? I know dear, but it's late and we forgot to buy groceries so it's takeout night." Inko said as the family then picked what they wanted, some pizza toppings and some chicken salad for the slight push towards a more healthy diet.

To pass the time, Hisashi went to his home office to plan a way to get answers from the silent Foundation.

As he brooded, he was reminded of the number of times his dear wife nagged him for being dramatic again when a simple solution would had been preferable, especially for the marriage anniversary.

Let the records shown that Midoriya Hisashi was within legal rights for his actions in the purchase of a few cuts of Kobe beef, a bluefin tuna, some cubic Yubari watermelons, a sack of Kinmemai rice, a small sack of Da-Hong Pao tea leaves, a small sack of Kopi Luwak coffee beans, and a personal reservation in the Japanese Imperial Palace in Kyoto with a certain Honda Kiku.

Whom Hisashi was well acquainted with and thus would theoretically be useful as a character witness. Though Hisashi wouldn't dare make the Kami of Japan do such a petty thing. He has proper logical standards to uphold after all.

Still, Plan A was basically warping into the Japanese branch and demand for answers, then destroy the place and the surrounding area if they won't give him what he wanted.

But, Hisashi reminded himself, simple plans, nothing dramatic.

Plan G was probably good enough for his wife to accept, if she found out about it. Then again, she would notice if he decided to bring a meal or two down to the basement.

"Dad?"

Plan T would be good. A simple hack into one of their companies and instigate a false alarm then use that to get the answers. But it would require a lot of energy and Inko would notice the disparity in the electric bill.

"Dad."

Plan XR would be a even simpler. Call in a favor to make a Yakuza group attack one of the companies and use them as a cover to break in and get the answers-

"DAD!"

That woke Hisashi up from his thoughts.

Tenko was by the door with his arms crossed.

"I was going to tell you that the food's here but now I'm wondering what you're muttering about and if I should tell mom you're going to commit a crime, again."

"No, not a crime, just wondering how to get answers from a rather secretive group." Tenko rolled his eyes.

"Like what, the Illuminati?"

"As if I would be caught dead trying to join with those wannabe puppet masters I've dealt already with." Hisashi muttered. "No, the Samuel Cole Peterson Foundation."

"... You want to break into a humanitarian organization for answers." Tenko said with disbelief dripping from his tone.

"I asked them to do something for me and they hadn't replied in years."

"Have you tried calling them?"

Hisashi thought about it for a moment.

"... Seriously dad? You were planning of breaking into their headquarters and not once did you think of just calling someone in the organization?" Tenko rubbed his forehead. "And now I know where Izuku got his planning skills from."

"What can I say? Old habits die hard."

"Well, you better hope those old habits crash and burn then, Hisashi." Inko said as she took a step forward to place herself in front of the door. "Now let's go down and we'll have a nice discussion, as a family, about the importance of simplicity, cause it turns out Izuku inherited the Midoriya family tendency for the dramatic."

Tenko winced at that.

"Y-you noticed mom?"

"Dear, I work in Hero Law. I heard more than one hero talking about a green haired kid with a notebook at hero fights and crime scenes."

Hisashi winced at the thought.

"And you know the saying. Once is an accident, twice is a coincidence, and thrice is a conspiracy." Inko took a step back to let the two walked ahead.

Tenko and Hisashi went down the stairs to the dinning room to see Izuku tearing on his seat with the food on the table.

The family took their seats and begun eating their chicken salad first.

"So, Izuku has been stalking hero fights around and a hero thought it was suspicious at how he managed to go from hero fight to hero fight quickly and writing down on his notebooks in that code of his." Inko began.

"I got to meet an underground hero at least." Izuku muttered.

"Yeah, and you got yourself dragged home by the hero because of it." Tenko added. Izuku looked at him in shock from the betrayal. "Hey, don't look at me like that, mom figured it out on her own."

"And you both decided to cover that up by looking like you were playing Minecraft the whole time we were out?" Hisashi added.

"I really did need to test the coding I did for the mod. But Izuku wanted to make it look like he was doing something. Also, his analysis notebook got confiscated by the hero."

Inko hummed at that in thought.

"Dear, it would be hypocritical to plan out a law suit for a search and seizure without a warrant when you're telling us to not be dramatic about it."

"There's a difference between a making a threat and going through with it. Also, a difference between doing things in the proper channels and just bulldozing everything when you don't get your way." Inko countered.

"Well, in other news," Tenko said, hoping to change topics, "I've decided to go to UA for high school." Izuku's eyes lit up at the news.

"What. I thought you didn't want to be a hero." Hisashi said.

"I don't. I'm thinking of taking the Support Course to help in my programming skills. I'm pretty sure Izuku supports that."

Izuku nodded with a grin.

"U.A., formally known as Ultima Academia, was founded in 2033 as a certified international school with three major courses, General Education, Business and Management, and STEM, usually called Science and Technology. The Heroics course was added when the school decided to be the first hero school in the country when the martial law government imported the hero system from America and it's one of the top high schools in the country for all four courses-" Izuku babbled out.

"Remember to breath and drink some water, Izuku." Inko interrupted.

Izuku stopped himself and took a sip.

"Well, the problem is that the business and tech courses are Hero Management and Hero Support courses now." Hisashi added.

"Technically, only one management and one support class are focused on doing stuff for heroes, and there are two hero classes, three support classes, three management classes, and five general education classes per year level with roughly twenty students each class." Izuku added.

"How much UA stuff did you read? Cause I feel like I should add critical reading and comprehension if you just accept the propaganda without question." Hisashi said.

"I'm sure you both have plenty of time to do that since you're both grounded. You, Hisashi, are under house arrest and with limited communications to your friends. The last thing we want is a false alarm at the police station and hero agencies. Remember that incident at Kyoto?"

Technically, as the Shogun of Japan, Hisashi did have the right to visit the Imperial Family in certain occasions, old helmet notwithstanding.

"And Izuku, you go straight home after school, no side tracks, no scenic routes, no visiting of crime scenes and battles, if one where to happen, leave immediately, but you are allowed to go with your friends if you decide to do something as long as you tell us about it."

Izuku sighed.

"Yes mom…"

"Good we have this talk." Inko said as she opened the pizza box for a slice.

The rest of the dinner was simple banter among the family. Tenko's video game review channel was picking up on popularity, Izuku topping his classes, Inko complaining about an American prosecutor by the name of Edgeworth who managed to put what she thought to be an innocent man in prison, and Hisashi talked about a new hobby he was picking up.

Sewing and costume design sounded like fun to him.

"Hope we won't find ourselves with another basement full of clothes and fabrics. If that happens I can and will put up a yard sale, again." Inko said as she placed the remaining pizza and soda in the fridge. "Honestly Hisashi, at the rate of your hoarding, we might end up breaking zoning laws for the number of basements we already have."

"I did make sure to sell what I made. The hydroponic greenhouse is growing the whole neighborhood's herbs, spices, and vegetables. I can imagine selling the costumes and outfits."

Inko made a soft smile.

"Planning of making Izuku's hero outfit then?"

"Now what gave you that idea?" Hisashi replied as Izuku's eyes lit up at the idea of designing his future hero costume.

"You make it sound like it's a given that he'll end up in the hero course. Izuku's quirk doesn't exactly scream hero material." Tenko commented.

"T-Tenko!" Izuku whined, "I will get into UA and be a hero, flashy quirk or not."

"Now, now Izuku, it's getting late and you have class tomorrow." Hisashi said.

"Night then." Izuku said as he went to his room.

When Inko was far enough, Hisashi walked to Tenko.

"Come to the home office. I need help with some software issues." Hisashi calmly said.

Of course, Tenko knew exactly what he meant by that.

The two headed upstairs and locked the door.

"So… got trouble with the newest update of your operating system or do I have to scrub the internet of some embarrassing photo again?"

Tenko took a sip of his mug full of soda.

"I want you to hack into the Samuel Cole Peterson Foundation communication channels."

Tenko choked on his soda.

Turned out that Tenko misjudged on what he thought what Hisashi meant by 'software issues'.

Apparently, it included illegal digital activities.

"Dad. No. I am not going to hack into what's likely to be an AI watched network and end up on some secret listing somewhere."

"It's the Peterson Foundation, of course everything electronic they have is watched by a number of non-sentient and non-sapient AI like hawks." Hisashi said in an annoyed tone.

Tenko's eyes just widen.

"And you want me to hack into that minefield?"

"How else am I going to talk directly to those in charge?"

Tenko looked at his father. He then rubbed his forehead.

"Dad. I'm pretty sure you lived through the age of the smartphone, not the age of steam. Just call them properly on some hotline." Tenko noticed Hisashi opening his mouth. "And no, I'm not going to hack into their network as a Plan B."

Tenko unlocked the door and was about to leave the room.

"You hack into government archives and hero agency channels for Izuku, why not for your father?" Hisashi asked in a clear tone.

Tenko locked the door.

"You knew that?"

"As my father-in-law's favorite detective would say, 'When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, even the improbable, must be the truth.' or something like that. Izuku needs someway to keep track of hero and villain activities. You made yourself to be an expert in programming, even more so than me but that's due to my distrust of AI. Not to mention that, once being the overprotective brother who used to keep track on a wannabe vigilante of a younger brother, I might have went a bit overboard on checking on you and Izuku."

Tenko turned around to look at Hisashi with one brow raised.

"Really. Let me guess, trackers on our phones? In our clothes? Chips in our bodies?"

"We are going off topic here."

"Why? Afraid mom would ground you even more?"

"She would likely ban you from electronics if she found out about your hobby of checking into secret government databases."

"It's not a hobby… it's research."

"Into what, exactly?"

Tenko sighed.

"What exactly happened to my biological family. I didn't want to make mom and Izuku know what I was really doing on my computer, hence the whole game mods development and the programs for Izuku's hero stalking and quirk analysis."

"Wasn't that on the news online somewhere? A villain fought against a hero and caused a massive fire that destroyed a chunk of Fuyuki City?"

"That's what the media put on the news but it's just that, broad and vague."

Tenko looked away, at a family photo hanging on the home office wall.

"It's a deep seated trauma so I really can't forget that night. I lived with my older sister, my parents, and my grandparents." Tears began to fall down Tenko's cheeks, "I vaguely remembered them by now. But they all were trying to make me happy and calm, enough that I managed to control my quirk to held my sister's hand. My mom telling me to stop itching my neck..." Tenko's hands shook a bit, "But that night was still clear in my mind. It was raining heavily. My family was watching the news about the villain Gasoline, who could turn water into gasoline, fighting against the first responding heroes. I remember something about him being one of those Heatwave like cultists. Well, he went suicide bomber in the end at the oil refinery."

Tenko wiped his face dry.

"Thing is, no one said what caused the fire. The house caught a flame in a few minutes. The whole neighborhood was burning."

Tenko's eyes went unfocused and his voice dulled.

"It was hot, despite the rain. The explosion of the refinery made everyone deaf for a while. I tried to get my sister who was sleeping at her room but dad told me to run out first. I tried to get my grandparents but mom told me to go ahead. She'll get them out. I ran to the front door with my father carrying my sister, still asleep or passed out from the smoke I don't know. Then the ceiling of the house collapsed and dad pushed me out of the way. I saw my sister's head get crushed by a large piece of burning rubble. She should have survived with me… she was almost out…"

Hisashi simply went to comfort his son with a hug. He made sure the sound proofing and quirk negation quirks were activated, just in case.

"Let it out. Sometimes a good scream is all we need."

Tenko screamed and sobbed.

Hisashi waited until the crying stopped.

"Should we call the therapist for a session? I know how this will go. The quest for revenge, for retribution, for justice. It breaks the person either way, big or small. They become obsessed with it, keep pushing themselves for it, until they lose sight of what they were doing." Hisashi calmly said as he let go.

"Let me guess. You saw people fall into that in your really long life?"

"Much worse really. I fell into that trap. After my brother died, I sort of got lost in anger for a couple of years, going too far into my work, finding out what really happened, stopping idiots from taking over the country, until the rage fizzled out. Then it became a sort of routine in dealing with the usual pests until I met Inko and finally starting to rebuild myself again."

Tenko chuckled after a moment.

"It's funny. I kept this all to myself for years and now I'm spilling it all out just like that."

"It's a quirk of communication really. Ask the leading but truthful questions, gently guide them through the issues while being a good listener, even look nice and friendly, then they'll just tell you everything you want."

Tenko rolled his eyes.

"Wow. You can make being an understanding person sound like some Machiavellian ploy."

"I deal with the media and corporate interests, if you don't get your image right and control people's perceptions about you, you're dead meat in the business."

"Thank heavens I'm not taking that career path then."

"I can help you with your search you know. I practically own eighty percent of the country's media industry."

"That's the problem though. Adopted son of the mysterious immortal media baron looking up the news about some forgotten villain attack? Someone or something will put them together somewhere."

"That's cute. Thinking that something didn't already knew what you were doing."

Tenko looked at Hisashi with annoyance.

"You are not making me paranoid about the Hexadecimal or AI in general. Besides, it's getting late. Call them properly and not have a tantrum when you don't get your way dad. Still, no fair on using your bard proficiency to make me spill out my dark and brooding backstory that quickly."

"What can I say, rolled a natural twenty on my charisma check."

Tenko chuckled.

"Well, night dad." Tenko said as he exited the home office and headed to his room.

Hisashi sighed.

"Really hope they're not falling into the same mistakes my brother and I did. Maybe a family movie night? The Tale of Beren and Luthien? No… that's more Inko's kind of movie. Maybe a Doctor Who movie, the twenty first Doctor ones were good, morally complex, and hopefully push them away from that binary moral insanity that gripped my brother." Hisashi muttered to himself before he closed the door and went to the phone for a personal call.

He sighed as he remembered the number.

He hadn't used it in centuries.

He wondered if it still worked.

"Hello, this is the Samuel Cole Peterson Foundation hotline, Sophia speaking." a rather friendly, if nasal, voice answered the phone. Hisashi wondered if it was one of the many automated systems or an AI with a voice synthesizer in place. It's been centuries since the call centers were automated away after all.

"Yes, I wish to speak to Omega Thirteen. I'm afraid it's rather important."

"I'm sorry sir but there is no one with that name in the organizational listing."

"Really? But Athos wants to warn them about their fatty acid build up."

"... patching you through sir…"

Hisashi stayed silent for a moment as the phone began ringing. He continued on the thirteenth ring.

"All for one and one for all. United we stand, divided we fall."

A ding.

"Good evening Agent Athos. It has been a century or two since you called us."

"I seem to recall sending a package to your group on I-Island a few years ago. And yet I don't have the results of that package sent back to me."

"... Yes. We know of the results of that set of tests from our researchers. The debate went all the way up to the council. Ultimately, we were unsure how to proceed beyond simple observation."

Hisashi gripped the arm of his chair.

"This is my son we are talking about. If the Omega Council thinks there's something wrong, then there is something wrong. I know what and who you are, an amoral puppet master, imagine the distrust it would cause to the Foundation if people learn who or what sits in its board of directors."

"Going straight to threats now Athos?"

"It's not that hard to ferment fear and distrust against your kind. You already made it easier with your group's total control over the small islands and those flocks of cultists going to them after signing away everything."

"You of all people know the reason for the secrecy. The enemy may be gone for centuries but the plans set into motion are working as it intended. You may think my iteration is nothing more than living chopped off tendrils of the enemy but the second iteration has no connection to that thing."

"Trust is a two way street Mastermind. I may trust the Foundation in keeping you on a leash but I do not trust you."

"Yet you go to me for this."

"You are a wild card, unfortunately. If the Council says no, it's a no. But you're designed to be a trickster, for some reason beyond me, so from you there's a chance to get the results."

The resulting silence unnerved Hisashi, for he knew how fast the thoughts of the being on the other side was.

"I'm going to paraphrase an old quote or some such but are you sure you want to know? The resulting package would be redacted and all that but since you're one of the hundred and eight groups supporting the Foundation, it would be kept to a minimal. It's just, when some things are known, it is difficult to make them unknown. Especially with your perfect memory."

"If I am willing to ignore it and stay in blissful denial like what my wife prefers, do you think I would even talk to you about this."

"No. Of course you don't. Very well. The package is being sent. Just remember that I warn you about this and that the Council is only thinking of humanity's interests at heart."

A click and the call ended.

Now all he had to do was wait.

Before he went to bed, Hisashi went to check on his kids.

Tenko fell asleep on his desk, his laptop running a coding program.

Izuku slept in his bed. Hisashi took a moment to read one of his quirk analysis notebooks. The fact that pen and paper was still in use in the current day and age still surprised him, though it is Japan he reminded himself. The countryside barely entered the twenty second century.

Izuku's drawing skill improved and the code dense and difficult to figure out, like it was written in another writing system entirely.

Hisashi hoped it wasn't an ominous sign, just childhood fun that would stop in due time.

He didn't wait for the results for long.

He was alone at home when it arrived.

His wife went to America to help some ace attorney friend of her's back from college.

Tenko and Izuku were at school at the time.

So Hisashi was alone to find an unmarked box addressed to him.

He was careful, did the basic scans.

Nothing dangerous.

He placed the box on the home office table and opened it slowly.

Inside was a stack of papers, blank and empty.

When he touched the first page, words form it. It faded when he let go.

"Clever. Biometric based e-paper." he felt the first page. "Feels exactly like paper. Cutting edge stuff then."

Hisashi looked at the first page properly.

Object of Interest-00001: Quirks

Threat Level: Case to Case Basis

Public Awareness: Normalized

Contingency Plan(s): FILTERED MASQUERADE, SOCIAL ADAPTATION, HUMANITY FIRST

Description: OoI-00001 is a collection of sixty anomalous nucleotides, forty two known to the public with the remaining eighteen kept secret due to their destructive potential.

Research in medical archives suggests that the anomalous edits and additions into humanity's genome began in the summer of 2031 at the earliest. In only a few months, more than three fourths of all humans had their DNA altered through an unknown process. Medical technology was either unable to spot the resulting bumps caused by the new nucleotides or were hidden from view by the same process that made them. The changes were only noticed by a number of member organizations but were assumed to be technical errors at the time.

There is some consistency in the effects of the anomalous nucleotides. [-], biological, [-], [-], philosophical, psychological, and sociological research suggest a deep connection of the anomalous nucleotides to [-], [-], or [-]. More research is advised.

Side effects of OoI-00001 on society includes but not limited to:
- A widening unevenness and rising prices of health care, insurance, and other public services the further an individual is from the baseline human form.
- A noticeable increase of indifference and aggression of gene expressed individuals to individuals without OoI-00001.
- Abilities that counters known laws of nature, fueling in distrust on the scientific institution.
- [-] in areas high of gene expressed individuals.
- An increase of cult [-] in areas high of gene expressed individuals or performed by gene expressed individuals.
- Complete failure of blood transfusions, organ transplants, and similar procedures due to massive genetic differences between individuals.
- Attempts to 3D print organs, travel beyond the Earth's upper atmosphere, and synthesize stem cells, among other things, completely fail due to extra gene expressions, anomalous mutations of the host, breakdown of higher brain functions, and [-].
- Attempts to synthesize anomalous nucleotides fail due to their inherent instability.
- Theoretical human extinction within a generation due to vast genetic differences that should result in the inability to procreate.
- Psychological shifts in line to certain behaviors and personality traits because of a quirk, such as increasing hotheadedness for fire users.

The anomalous nucleotides are classified by their usual gene expression on the individual.

Alpha Class: Quirk Immune​

Status: Observation, Protected

Only ten percent of the total human population in the eve of the twenty third century are considered Quirk Immune, also known as True Humans by the bioconservative faction and cells that continue plan HUMANITY FIRST. They do not have anomalous nucleotides in their DNA. How these individuals managed remains unknown.

HUMANITY FIRST was the first plan in place by the Omega Council in the defense of the human species. It was discontinued when the level of genetic alteration was discovered. The plan is not completely discontinued and a number of operations continue in the defense of the remaining Quirk Immune.

Because of their lack of anomalous nucleotides, Quirk Immune individuals are given excellent health care including 3D printed organs, synthetic blood transfusions, in vitro fertilization, and more under operation HIPPOCRATES hidden as part of public welfare initiatives.

Due to their dwindling population, a number of cells are becoming more and more preemptive in the defense and continuation of the Quirk Immune as part of the survival of the human species. Attempts of the Maui cell in gathering support for operation UTNAPISHTIM is a noticeable example. Other potential operations include GATTACA, MATRIX, and FALGSC.

Hisashi went to skip to the next classification.

Beta Class: Quirk Carrier​

Status: Normalized

Ten percent of the total human population have the anomalous nucleotides but have not shown any unnatural gene expression. A child of a Quirk Carrier have a chance of developing a quirk.

As part of operations HUMANITY FIRST and FILTERED MASQUERADE, all Quirk Carrier individuals are placed under quirkless status and any attempts to segregate them from the Quirk Immune are to be hindered for the protection of the Quirk Immune.

As part of FILTERED MASQUERADE, all medical research, government, corporate, and major organization, are to be infiltrated and push away from developing and discovering certain knowledge and technology.

"That explains a lot." Hisashi muttered as he skipped to the next classification.

Delta Class: Aesthetic Deviation​

Status: Normalized

Gene expressions that resulted in unnatural aesthetic physiological change from human baseline, such as hair color, skin color, eye color, etc.

SOCIAL ADAPTATION is used to help society adapt and normalize to the fact that more and more people have these changes and abilities. The results are mixed…

"Nothing important…"

Epsilon Class: Deviation from Base Human Form​

Hisashi decided to skim over some pages, reading only the categories the Foundation made in the centuries of research.

He stopped near the end to a particular category.

Blackbody: Regulated

The ability to absorb radiation and convert it to neutrinos. Wielded by the hero Blackbody, brother of Thirteen. Used in clearing up Chernobyl, Fukushima Daiichi, Kovvada, Akkuyy, and Atucha Exclusion Zones of radiation.

Black Hole: Regulated

The ability to absorb objects like a black hole. Wielded by the hero Thirteen. Working as a rescue hero and teacher.

Decay: Observation

The ability to break down molecular bonds during periods of negative emotion. Agents in the Japanese quirk and genetic database altered its description to better control the ability.

Omega Class: Existential Warpers​

Status: Hidden

These individuals have one or more of the forbidden eighteen nucleotides in their DNA. The unnatural gene expression made by these nucleotides results in abilities that can and will alter the very laws of nature.

FILTERED MASQUERADE is in place to maintain the survival of the human species. Should an Omega Class individual is shown in simulations to have an ability that is an existential risk to humanity, elimination is preferred. Sudden Infant Death Syndrome is a common cover up explanation.

Dreamer: Eliminated

The ability to alter reality in one's dreams. Simulations shown that if left alive, the Dreamer's radius of effect would increase until it surrounds the planet in twenty years. This will result in an existential breakdown as reality becomes conformed to dream logic when Dreamer is asleep.

False Vacuum: Eliminated

The ability to be a living false vacuum, which will result in a vacuum decay and the resulting rewriting of the laws of physics. For the safety of humanity and of the universe, the pregnant mother was eliminated. Some money was anonymously sent to Blackbody and Thirteen's father by an agent.

Mathmagician: Eliminated

The ability to alter, control, and reorganize numbers itself. Eliminated before his fourth birthday. However, it is suggested that Mathmagician expressed his ability earlier than expected. A number was either removed or added into reality. More research is necessary and if shown that mathematics was altered in some way, operation CARRY THE ONE shall be activated.

Narration: Contained

The ability to alter reality based on the narrative the individual has vocalized. The Narrator is currently contained in a time loop surrounding his high school with a narrative in place to prevent possible escape. To maintain psychological stability, comedy scripts of varying genres are used within the time loop, particularly high school romantic comedies on the lead up to prom.

Normality: Observation

The ability to define what is normal in reality. Depending on the hypothesis, Normality could range from [-] to alter his surroundings to what he considers to be normal. Fortunately, Normality simply believes he has a strong regeneration quirk due to the actions of Foundation agents. Normality was made to witness a fake event with the Nishinomiya city mayor being awarded by an agent for having the lowest crime and villainy rates of the world. The sudden decrease in crime and villain attacks in the city was substantial. Continued maintenance of Normality's psychological health is a top priority. Operation FUN BRIGADE is advised to be continued beyond Normality's high school education.

Palette Shift: Eliminated

The ability to rearrange the colors of the electromagnetic spectrum. Simulations shown that only the location of the color on the electromagnetic spectrum is shifted, other factors such as photon energies remains unaltered. Analysis of Palette Shift's DNA shown a high likelihood of monochromatic vision. Palette Shift was eliminated soon after.

Hisashi kept reading the list of rather terrifying quirks before reaching the last one. As unfortunate as it was, he agreed with the Omega Council on the need to commit such actions for the survival of humanity if not the universe.

Then he noticed the last page.

For Omega Council eyes only

Zeta Class: Undetermined​

A temporary designation for abilities outside known classifications.

Izuku Midoriya (Individual of Interest-77041. Code name pending): Undetermined

Son of former agent Athos (IoI-770) of the Musketeer cell. Genetic analysis suggests placing him on Quirk Immune but the anomalous DNA loop suggests Quirk Carrier.

Recent analysis of the DNA loop revealed all sixty anomalous nucleotides all bonded in such a way that stabilized their inherent instability. This shifted the debate between elimination, observation, and containment camps.

"What." Hisashi muttered in subdued rage at the very idea.

One noticeable quality, currently unknown if it is connected to the anomalous DNA loop, is the complete inability to predict Izuku Midoriya in every simulation and predictive analysis. Foundation analysts suggests a potential connection to [-] to account for this quality. The Hexadecimal expressed worry on the individual they stated to be blind to. This worry extends to a number of in-the-know individuals from other member organizations.

Classification and action shall remain undetermined as more research is necessary. If Izuku Midoriya is a threat, it is predicted that former agent Athos will attempt to neutralize the individual. Whether or not he will succeed remains inconclusive.

One worst case scenario is that Izuku Midoriya is [-] . If true, then we must prevent a Omega Class Harvest Scenario.

Don't say I didn't warn you. c - O-13

Hisashi sighed as he rubbed his forehead.

"And now I remember why I wanted a vacation from all this nonsense."

He placed the papers back in the box and placed it in a hidden spot among his files and documents before returning to his chores.

Contingency plans were forming in his head already but for who he remained undecided.

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This one's a surprisingly long chapter. Some exposition and perhaps dry explanations on the later part.

Doppel's father and uncles are based on the three Slender guys. The Mannequin is Trenderman. The one who went to America is Slender with a bit of Anonymous. The one who became a fashion model and actor is a more ok take on Sexual Offenderman. Toga's dad is a more disturbing take on the same character.

The list of food Hisashi bought to cook for his wedding anniversary is some of the most expensive food in the world.

The Silmarillion trilogy consists of the Silmarillion, the Tale of Beren and Luthien, and the Fall of Numenor and Gondolin.

The Samuel Cole Peterson Foundation is a combo of a number of Groups of Interests in the SCP universe and Firewall from Eclipse Phase. I know what the [REACTED] parts of the text really talk about in the original copy of mine but spoilers.

The name of each plan and operation the Foundation has is meaningful.

If I were to give a sort of tag line for this Foundation it would go like this.

Secure Humanity's Future.

Contain Threats to Humanity.

Protect Human Lives.

So they deal less with keeping normalcy and more on stopping existential risks.

The places Blackbody goes to are all actual locations of nuclear plants that's built or currently in construction.

Two of the Omega level quirk users are shout outs.

The Narrator from Monster Prom.

Some average guy in a high school brigade.

Also, O-13/Mastermind was made with code from hackers, 4chan, and Anonymous, which explains a lot.

 

[Yama951]

Hisashi Midoriya

A few weeks passed when Hisashi received a package. He ordered it as a way to watch over Izuku. With his tablet, he connected it to the high tech drone. It silently buzzed as he ordered it to follow Izuku. He watched it went up into the air as Hisashi placed the tablet next to some fabric, sewing a shirt Izuku requested, a black and green shirt with the words 'FORMAL WEAR' in English on it.

The stress of the report addled him but he went to refocus on the little things, things that comforted him, like Izuku's odd sense of fashion. He did attempt to make Izuku wear a proper suit like him, but pushing some hundred year old fashion sense only ended up with a compromise with his wife.

Seeing Izuku wearing a suit vest as his usual formal wear was just adorable in Hisashi's opinion.

Meanwhile, Izuku went out with Toga and Katsuki to hang out at the mall.

Katsuki Bakugou

Katsuki knew he has to be in his best behavior when it's around Deku.

He did his research. Hisashi owned eighty percent of the country's media through nested subsidiaries, owning the majority stock, and direct ownership.

Why a man like him decided to settle down as a damn house husband was beyond him.

But he has an idea or two.

He may not be like Deku with his perfect memory and math skills but he managed to tie with him on perfect grades most of the time.

He used to think he got an intelligence quirk but Deku kept pointing out that there were people as smart as him before quirks came into the picture. And he knew he had a fucking point on that.

But he also knew there's something off about Deku.

Analysis notebooks written in code with drawings, and symbols aside, Deku acted like an oblivious idiot at times. That and his atrocious luck when it comes to avoiding villains and disasters. He got the most random urges and end up helping an old lady cross the street, rescuing a cat stuck on a tree, or even getting the backseat viewing of a robbery which he'll end up stopping with the most random manner possible.

Katsuki swore he saw Deku indirectly stopped a purse robber by accident while throwing paper airplanes into the air when they were younger.

No one else witnessed it. The plane landed on a woman's face as she was walking her dog, that made her dog ran off and made a guy with his ice cream tripped over, the purse robber then slipped on the ice cream scoop on the ground and knocked himself out.

Deku got in trouble for that and personally went to help in catching the dog.

And the sewer sludge incident was something everyone agreed not to mention again.

"We should go to this new eatery. They're selling Filipino cuisine there and I love this dish called di-nu-gu-an." Toga said the name of the dish slowly while eating her prepackaged lunch in a plastic box which consist of rice and some pork in a dark brown sauce. She raised a spoonful of sauce dipped rice.

"And what the fuck is that suppose to be?"

"Dinuguan, it's a stew made by cooking pig innards in its own blood." Deku answered without ever looking away from his analysis notebook as he analyzed a new person walking by.

Katsuki raised an eyebrow as he looked at Toga ate her lunch while moaning at the flavor.

"Of fucking course it has blood in it." he said in annoyance.

"It's a lot better than the black pudding from that English restaurant." Toga said after taking a sip of her soda.

"That's because the blood's a bit more fresh compared to the black pudding." Izuku commented.

"You're a lot more blood crazy ever since your piece of shit of a dad left."

Toga giggled.

"That's the thing Baku, I've always been blood crazy. Uncle and my therapist told me it's ok to be outspoken as long as I don't hurt people. And I love blood!" Toga exclaimed before she took her last bite and cleaned up.

Izuku chuckled.

"We should do a horror movie night then." Izuku suggested as the trio gotten up from their table.

"Horror movies doesn't scare me!"

"Of course they don't. You're a walking lit stick of dynamite!" Toga chuckled.

"Are you that blood crazy!?"

"Kacchan, Toga, just stop. We don't want to get banned from the mall."

Toga crossed her arms and pouted.

"Fine…"

The three soon wandered around the mall.

"Too bad we're going to different middle schools soon." Toga said sadly.

"We're not going away that far. We're still gonna be in the same city." Izuku pointed out as he wrote a line or two on his notebook.

"Yeah but I really hoped we could hang out more often. Not many people like to go near me since I came out on my preferences."

"You make it sound like you came out as a lesbian or something." Katsuki muttered. Toga just giggled at Katsuki.

"Well, I can turn into any form I want of either gender, if ya want Baku-kun." Toga sweetly said.

"Toga, remember what your uncle said." Izuku said.

"Right, right, papa's advice is bad advice." Toga said with a pout.

"Always remember that Himiko." a man said as he walked to the trio. Katsuki bristled in protective anger at the stranger as he stepped in front of Toga.

Izuku, on the other hand, just looked at the man and Katsuki knew he saw through whatever disguise the man had.

Izuku's eyes lit up in realization.

"Toga's uncle? Is that you?" he asked with a tilted head.

"You are one very perceptive child. Did anyone told you that?" the man said with a nod.

Katsuki stopped.

"Aww, I was hoping for more time with Zuku and Baku!" Toga whined and pouted.

"Maybe next time, you still got therapy sessions after all. You can go ahead to the car."

Toga and Deku ran off to the mall exit while Katsuki walked with the uncle.

Only thing he knew about Toga's uncle was that he got a shapeshifting quirk and that Deku's parents helped him get custody of Toga.

"Deku's dad had something to do with the disappearance of Toga's dad, didn't he?" Katsuki whispered.

The man thought about it for a moment.

"No," he replied, "More like both of his parents helped me in their own way. Funnily enough, the father was the one calling for mercy."

"... well fuck." Katsuki muttered as he was left to imagine how that happened.

Katsuki and Deku waved Toga goodbye as she and her uncle drove away.

"So, what now Deku?" Katsuki hoped it would be an uneventful day.

"Hmm, I heard there's a new All Might toy out at the collectable game store."

Deku then ran off to the direction of the game store.

Katsuki could sense that today was not gonna be an uneventful day.

Especially when Deku took a shortcut through a dark alleyway that Katsuki swore wasn't there the last time he was in the area.

???

It was darkness.

It was fear.

It was a Fear of the Dark.

It's other half radiated fear, delicious fear but such a fear was simply unfulfilling. Emotion from one's self, radiating from one's self, never nourished the beings like it.

And so it left it's other half as he slept.

It wandered the realms of thought and memory in a hunt for fear to peck and devour. It cared not for the nightmares such a hunt would cause. For it was a being of the Collective Id, of the base emotions of all life, and in such a state of primal hunger, it chewed and ate its fill.

Until it found a weak spot between the mental and the physical, and tore through.

It felt the mental screams of it's other half as he woke up and tried to bring back control.

He begged for restraint.

He begged for mercy.

He begged for control.

But it was fear.

Fear was an emotion.

Fear was an instinct.

Especially a Fear of the Dark.

And it was a lord of darkness and shadow in the gap between.

A predator waiting for suitable prey.

It already feasted on a few mortals that entered in its trap.

It's other half protected their unconscious forms from further ravaging.

He knew what would happen to those it overfed of their fear.

Some became utterly fearless, others completely fearful, both dangerous to themselves and others.

But it cared not.

For it was a Fear.

Let it's other half worried about the sleepers.

It hunted.

It prowled.

It feasted.

Two children entered its trap.

A familiar child of Light, of Flame and Storm.

It watched the child shouted and fought the darkness, bringing the hidden truths into light.

Let those of the Light followed their ideals. The truth were within the darkness and shadow before they were into the light.

And in its darkness, it saw a hidden truth.

A large solitary eye watched it in the shadows.

The eye lit in electronic green as it took the form of a symbol of itself. A broken circle with a line going down from the circle's gap.

It felt fear due to the eye and its unrelenting and analyzing stare, and thus it retreated into it's other half.

Darkness and shadow retreated, revealing an alleyway with two knocked out adults, it's other half, a child of Light, and where the eye once floated, a child writing on a notebook in wide eyes full of wonder.

Fumikage Tokoyami

Tokoyami felt Dark Shadow returned under his control. He sensed something impossible, fear, from a being of fear itself.

"Fucking birdbrain!?" the Bakugou shouted.

"Oh, hello Bakugou." Tokoyami commented.

"Kacchan, you knew each other?" the green child asked as he went to try to wake up the unconscious adults.

"He came around with his parents once or twice for my mom's poker game." Bakugou said as he went to help carry the two adults with it's other half helping them.

Already, Tokoyami planned the excuses and alibis. False news of a mysterious villain that knocked the two adults out and he used his quirk in self defense, he felt Dark Shadow's support on the idea, to his fear and shame.

"Well, I'm Midoriya Izuku." the green haired kid said as they heard the adults groaning awake.

"Tokoyami Fumikage."

"W-what happened?" the woman asked as she made herself stand up.

"We got trapped by a villain. I think they had a space warping quirk." Tokoyami said calmly. "We better get out of this alleyway."

The woman helped in carrying the man, still too dizzy to get up properly.

"You kids go ahead, but be careful." she said. The trio went ahead, only to find the police in the area placing police tape around the false alleyway entrance.

When the adults exited the alleyway, the alleyway melted away back into a blank wall.

Soon the two adults were rested by the ambulance to deal with potential trauma while a plain faced detective walked to the trio.

'A truth sensor.' Dark Shadow commented in Tokoyami's mind.

'That's gonna be trouble.' Tokoyami replied.

"Hi detective Tsukauchi!" Midoriya waved at the detective who simply sighed.

"You're going to give us grey hairs at this rate Midoriya."

"How did the police got here this quickly?"

"We got a call from your father about seeing you and Bakugou going through a wall."

Midoriya tilted his head in confusion as he looked up.

"Dad saw me? How- oh." a drone with a camera lowered down to their height. Izuku pouted. "Dad, really?" the drone moved up and down in a nod like manner.

"I'm starting to wonder if you have some trouble magnet quirk. What happened?"

"Well, Kacchan and I wanted to go to a game store to check out a new All Might toy there. I saw an alleyway and thought it made for a good shortcut and ran in. It suddenly got dark before the shadows disappeared and there was Tokoyami and the two unconscious adults. They said that there's a space warp going on and we tried to get everyone out. Luckily, the adults woke up and we managed to get out before the alleyway disappeared." Midoriya then continued to answer and ask questions to the detective and the drone.

There was a shift in tone, subtle but there. It gave the sound of innocence to his ears.

'Don't be fooled by the watcher's words.' Dark Shadow warned in his mind. 'He will try to come closer with his honeyed words.'

'Do I hear terror there Dark Shadow?'

'The eye I bore witness is both terrible and terrific, this I warn.'

"I'm telling mom you were spying on me, dad." Tokoyami heard Midoriya said as the drone floated in the air before it swiftly flew up and away.

After a few more minutes of answering questions, the trio were allowed to leave the scene.

"Hey Kacchan, Tokoyami, wanna go eat some ice cream?"

"I'm picking where we'll go this time Deku, or who the fuck knows will happen next." Bakugou muttered in annoyance.

"... this happens normally for you two?"

"No, Deku has a fucking sixth sense when it comes to trouble, either that or horrible luck."

"Well, dad gave and taught me how to use a butterfly knife in case of trouble." Midoriya then pulled out a flip knife from his bag and showed off a trick or two in using it before putting it back.

"Fucking, do you want to get in trouble with the police?" Bakugou tensely muttered at his friend. "No wonder blood girl likes you."

"W-what? Kacchan, we're just friends! Toga might not know what's normal for people to do but she's adapting well."

Bakugou rolled his eyes as the trio entered an ice cream store and bought ice cream. Tokoyami bought an extra one for Dark Shadow. It might not gain sustenance from it but it was the thought that counted.

He then felt the stare of clinical eyes piercing through him.

He turned to see Midoriya's eyes lit with wonder as he wrote down something on his notebook, watching Dark Shadow.

"That's your quirk? That's amazing! Is it some sort of living dark matter? Or maybe it's a swarm of nanobots? Is it sentient and sapient? Does it have its own consciousness separate from your own or is it a part of your mind or maybe it's more connected to your personal subconscious than that? Or perhaps-"

"Deku, give Birdbrain some fucking space."

"O-oh, s-sorry about that. I just love to analyze quirks and I tend to get carried away with it sometimes."

"Sometimes?" Bakugou muttered incredulously.

"Well, yes, this is my quirk. Dark Shadow, and he prefers to be called a he."

"Amazing, so he's self aware enough to have a gender identity and intelligent enough to understand the concept of gender."

Midoriya stopped his writing on his notebook and tilted his head.

"Though, Dark Shadow? Simple name. When I saw him, I found myself thinking of that old Poe poem, the Raven."

There was a growing tone of Authority in Midoriya's voice.

Tokoyami's eyes widen and he sensed Dark Shadow's horror as well.

"'Prophet!' said I, 'thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!—
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—
On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—
Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the Raven-"

"I am curious what your quirk is, Midoriya." Tokoyami interrupted, waking him from his poetic daze.

"Oh, it's nothing flashy. Just an immortality quirk." Midoriya said with a slight blush of embarrassment. Tokoyami felt crimson eyes staring at him in silence.

"Really? That sounds interesting. Did you find anything special about it?" Dark Shadow added in the questioning.

That was a mistake as Midoriya's eyes turned to Dark Shadow, practically glowing in excitement.

"HE TALKS! Are you two like Gaia and Cybele of Amazonia? Are you going to merge into him one day and become one with the shadows just like how Deidre Skye became one with the living interconnected Amazon jungle gestalt being she helped grew in her rule as the queen of Amazonia?"

"Fucking… personal space shithead!" Bakugou shouted. That was went everyone else noticed that Midoriya got on the table to get closer to Tokoyami and Dark Shadow during his barrage of questioning.

Midoriya's head turned red in embarrassment and he returned to his seat.

"S-sorry. I just love to analyze quirks and all that. I hope that if I'm good enough, I might figure out how my quirk really works. Dad said it repairs my DNA for damages and that's it but I always feel like there's more to that." Midoriya then returned to his notebook, opened a page, and showed it to them.

It was written in thick gylphs that it seemed to blur together and slightly strained both Tokoyami and Dark Shadow's eyes. The page shown revealed an accurate if stylistic drawing of Tokoyami and Dark Shadow on the the side. On the upper corner was a symbol, a front view of a two faced raven, one side normal and the other shaded in darkness.

"This one's your page." Midoriya then flipped the notebook pages to one with a drawing of Bakugou. On it's upper corner was a symbol of a sweating fist with an explosion on the background.

"This one's Kacchan." Midoriya then flipped the pages once more. This time, the page was empty. Only some same lines and a symbol on the upper corner. The symbol itself was colored. It looked like a green inverted power symbol on a black sixteen sided shape.

"This one's mine. It's rather empty since I want to be certain about the details of my quirk before I write them down. I wasted a lot of paper in writing down my drafts for my page." Midoriya then turned his head at the window and pouted.

The rest turned to look and notice the same drone looked at them.

"Dad… really?"

"I guess that means it's time to go home, before your old man decides to call in Rockhead or Fartface to fetch you."

"Yeah…" Midoriya said as he packed up his stuff. "Well, it's nice meeting you, Tokoyami, Dark Shadow. Hope I can see you again soon." he said as he exited the ice cream store with a wave. "Uh, you coming Kacchan?"

"Eh, you go ahead. I'm gonna finish my ice cream here then actually go to that game store with the All Might toy." Bakugou said, which made Midoriya pouted.

"Lucky… well, see ya later Kacchan."

"See ya…" Bakugou waved back. The three watched Izuku talked to the drone before the two left.

Katsuki Bakugou

"So," Katsuki said at Birdbrain and his quirk. "What the fuck was that all about?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"The whole skittish thing around Deku. And why the fuck are you afraid for Deku to say Nevermore? His dad's like hundreds of years old so he ended up knowing about ancient poetry like it was nobody's business."

"Bakugou. How much do you know about your parents' history?"

"Eh, my parents were fucking high school sweethearts and mom was in some fucking magical girl themed gang. Mom got Leo at that time if I remember correctly, so it's like some thirty, forty year old cat by now. Pretty sure he got a quirk."

"So you're not initiated into the deeper mysteries?"

Katsuki just stared at Birdbrain and it just clicked. A fucking cultist wannabe or some shit like that.

"For fucks sake cut it out with that cult nonsense. I'm not buying whatever nonsense you were spoon fed by your dumbfucks of parents."

Tokoyami and Dark Shadow glared at Katsuki with the same look. He did not got scared. He did not felt fear and terror. And anyone who claimed otherwise were lying.

Tokoyami then stopped and sighed.

"I'm not asking for you to believe me, but understand me. There is something odd about Midoriya. He knew things that should be kept unknown and his voice spoke with heavy authority that should be impossible for those not initiated into the deeper mysteries of the world."

"Can ya simplify cause all I hear is Deku's weird, no shit, he knows things, no fucking kidding, and apparently you think he has something funny with his voice. I'm not surprised given how he managed to sing a fucking opera number some classmate of ours tried to prank him with. Something about some angry mom of the night shouting at her kid in German."

"Ah, Bakugou, is Midoriya around?" a man said, probably blood girl's Clayface of an uncle in another form, as he walked to the table.

Katsuki noticed the stare the three of them shared with each other.

"You know each other?"

"... I'm acquainted with their parents." Clayface said with a smile.

"Well, Deku went home with his dad's camera drone. We were talking about how weird Deku gets sometimes."

Clayface's smile turned fucking cryptic despite not changing at all.

"He does mutter about quirks a lot." he added.

"Eh, you get used to it after a while. It's fucking annoying than anything." Katsuki muttered.

"I am curious if Midoriya's one of yours. He gave a lordly air of power at times." Dark Shadow asked.

"No. He's not. I checked. He is a normal human but in many senses blocked from view, like a black hole." Clayface replied.

And it devolved into more cult nonsense in Katsuki's opinion.

"You know what, I'm going home." he said.

"May we meet again." Birdbrain said.

"Fuck off Birdbrain!"

Katsuki thought about it more, wondering what really freaked them out about Deku and wanting to punch the idiot who promoted all the cult talk and conspiracy theories into folk culture.

If it's one thing Katsuki hated more than people being direct idiots, it's people being passive aggressive and smarter-than-you idiots.

Hisashi Midoriya

Hisashi finished sewing the last of the T-Shirts Izuku wanted and placed it on a pile for his son to see. He just began cooking dinner when Izuku arrived.

"Afternoon son, I see the drone's chaperoned you home properly."

"Dad… did you have to get a drone to follow me around?"

"Of course I did. I am a worried father and you have a tendency to be around trouble."

"Mom was okay with me going to watch hero fights."

"At a certain distance, and only because you ended up in villain attacks instead." Hisashi said with a frown, calculating a way to clean up the crime in the city to protect his son.

Dr. Tsubasa might need more test subjects soon.

"It's either a camera drone or I'll get a full humanoid drone just to watch over you all the time." Hisashi added.

"Dad…" Izuku whined.

"It's for your own safety. Seriously, it's like dealing with my brother's luck, and he got a genetic illness to deal with as well."

"... If you're going to put me in a vault like uncle Buri, I'm gonna cover the doors with All Might posters."

Hisashi stopped cooking and looked at his son with a disgusted and horrified look on his face.

"You wouldn't."

"It's either that or telling mom you were intruding into my human right to privacy with invasive technology." Izuku said with a grin.

"You've been reading your mother's old law books again, didn't you."

"Maybe…" Izuku said with a singsong tone.

"Well, other than that scare with you and Katsuki walking through what was suppose to be a solid brick wall, I saw you making a new friend."

Izuku's eyes lit up as he started to talk about his day.

Hisashi set up the table as Izuku talked about Toga.

"Oh, that reminds me, Toga's uncle called. He said her therapy's going extremely well. Your suggestion on those foreign food made with blood helped her a lot."

Izuku grinned at the idea of being helpful to his friend.

Hisashi smiled at his son. Already, he's making himself a master leader and manipulator. Pulling strings and pushing buttons on personal psyches and group dynamics to get what he wanted.

He was so proud of his little boy.

Soon, it'll be time for him to start and rule his own little empire on his own.

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Deidre Skye got a quirk that made her grow, control, and manipulate plants and ultimately formed a new life form in the form of the revived now interconnected Amazon rainforest gestalt intelligence that she's a part of called Gaia. She's Cybele and Hisashi's old partner of the Musketeer cell, Aramis. She accidentally created a religion with her as the high priestess, Gaia as the goddess figure, and a slightly matriarchal monarchy made from the northern half of Brazil.

In an effort to stop Heatwave's apocalyptic cultists from burning down the whole Amazon rainforest, among other things, she became a influential hammer for her cell and the Foundation, like everyone else in the Musketeer cell.

Also, fun fact, that was not Doppel with Tokoyami at the end there.

 

[Yama951]

Hisashi Midoriya

The weekend was a special weekend for the three families. For it was a camping trip to the woods in the mountains.

Hisashi bought a cabin in the woods many years ago as they drove down the road to the location.

A simple cabin by a lakeside, far from the nearest town, where no one can find a problem once properly dealt with.

Which made it the perfect place to train Izuku on all camp activities. Hisashi was quite proud at the felt patches he made to act like achievements in gamifying wilderness training and other such needed skills for his growing little boy. Katsuki seemed to want to participate, which led to Toga wanting to join in, which led to her pulling Tenko into joining as wall.

As the makeshift camp counselor, Hisashi went with the proper attire for the occasion. A wide brim hat, sunglasses, and a sash with patches over his immaculate suit.

The cabin itself looked more like a late twenty first century hippie's high tech eco-friendly two story home than a traditional log cabin style building.

Nostalgia hit Hisashi as he looked at the place, still kept pristine and clean after all this time. Aramis was the one who picked the design, using a blueprint for the most environmentally home then designed as a member of the defunct Eden Initiative.

He sometimes wondered if Aramis still lived as herself, within the ecofungus of the Amazon.

"Now, let me get everything in order inside. Last thing we want is the ancient automated security system starting up." Hisashi said as he went inside first.

"Why the fuck would a random cabin in the woods need an automated security system?" Katsuki loudly muttered.

"Dad said he got it during the martial law period in the 2060's." Izuku answered. To everyone, that was a good enough explanation as they watched the lights turn on, then off, then the windmill began to spin. Hisashi exited the building.

"Good news is that Stabby the Roomba kept the house clean all these years."

"... Stabby the Roomba?" Mitsuki muttered in surprise and held back a giggle.

"It's not really a roomba, more like a cleaning drone. My brother had the bright idea of taping a knife on its back. We called it Stabby the Roomba, after the older cleaning robots before, and it sort of became the place's mascot of sorts."

Inko was the first to go inside, looking around with scanning eyes.

"What are you looking for dear?"

"The lost crown jewels of England perhaps, maybe a missing famous painting, I mean, you probably had to hide away your stolen loot before letting us in your personal hide out."

"... I'm sorry, what?"

"Dear," Inko started as everyone entered the place with Mitsuki laughing her head off. "You lived for centuries. You got a house in the wilderness with automated security. And you got it during the martial law period. It's either a hide out for robberies or a hide out for a radical revolutionary group and I know your stance on politics. The only way this place comes off as more suspicious is if you buried people who wronged you nearby."

Hisashi rolled his eyes before he hugged his wife.

"You've been watching too many crime dramas."

"Stabby the Roomba!" Hisashi heard the Izuku and Toga shouted as the adults turned to see a high tech squat cylinder beep boop its way around the living room with a knife taped on its back.

Fortunately for everyone, the knife's blade is covered in ping pong balls.

"... that is one ancient model for a robot." Tenko muttered as the teen looked at Izuku and Toga chasing after it as it vacuumed before he returned to his phone.

"... your automated security was just the vacuum cleaner with a knife on its back, isn't it." Mitsuki said while laughing.

"Pretty much. Always keeps people on their toes."

They soon unpacked their things and ate lunch.

After lunch, Hisashi looked at the activity list on his clipboard.

The three days aren't enough to fully train Izuku, and as a side effect Katsuki, in proper wilderness survival but it would be a start.

Izuku looked excited for training. Katsuki was pumped to try to beat his son in the training. Toga wanted to join in though her knowledge of camp activities came from camp related romantic comedy movies, if not camp related horror movies. And Tenko was just pulled with them, that and someone had to be a second pair of eyes in case something happened.

The training itself wasn't that much of a mess, though Katsuki ended up turning patch collecting into a competition, though that was what the patches were partly meant for.

Katsuki was annoyed he couldn't use his quirk in making his camp fire but it was quirkless fire starting, a skill useful for anyone.

But overall, the training was going well.

Katsuki Bakugou

Bakugou was beyond annoyed.

Deku and Toga managed to get that vocal mimicry patch so now Deku's one patch ahead than him. Toga didn't count since her shithead of a father was training her to be a femme fatale spy and assassin at a young age.

At least he got a bunch of physical patches Deku didn't managed to win.

Now they're looking for mushrooms to collect and making sure they're not poisonous.

Tenko stayed in the cabin since he can't survive without wi-fi. Weak.

They each had their own baskets and they looked around the woods. If they got lost, they each had a flare gun, specially made to be visible in the day time as well.

Not that he would need it.

The more he thought of it, the more the patches were suspiciously villainous in the skill sets being trained.

Vocal mimicry, conversational redirection, applied pressure points, knot tying… he's pretty sure the advanced conversation patch was just some form of torture through talking.

Now they're just finding mushrooms, though the emphasis of figuring out which mushroom was edible and poisonous, and the specific kind of poisonous, was a worrying sign.

The fact that auntie Inko did the emphasis only gave credence to the idea of auntie being the brains of the duo.

"Hey Zuku!" Toga shouted with a worrying grin.

"Found something Himi-" Deku asked before Toga jumped at him and bit him on the shoulder.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?" Katsuki shouted at her.

Toga ignored him as she took a sip of Deku's blood.

Her eyes suddenly widen and got herself off Deku, spitting out the blood in the process.

Katsuki watched to process what he just witnessed.

He heard Toga telling Deku at how disgusting his blood was, the girl never said that about any blood she drank before.

"How disgusting exactly?" Katsuki asked. "It might be related to Deku's quirk." he added to cover up his curiosity. "Like, some anti-shapeshifting side effect?"

Deku's eyes widen as he pulled out a pen and his notebook and where the hell did he kept those from…

Katsuki filed that for later as he listened to Bloody Blondie's talking.

"Well, it tasted like a sharp bitter tangy metal to it, like… it's hard to explain beyond that. The taste is just gross though."

"Sharp bitter tangy metal… it could be possible that the quirk altered my blood in a way to help protect my body from illness and disease… maybe it's a hard to notice side effect on cell maturation in the bone marrow… the possibility of my stem cells being subtly different exist…"

"What were you thinking to do that anyway?" Katsuki asked.

"Well, I wanted to do that thing I saw people on camp movies do in the woods, that and I got an idea for a prank to mess with you and wanted to try it. Imagine, two Zukus. We would do the twin that lies and the twin that tells the truth thing on you but well, Zuku's blood is just disgusting…"

"Let's just forget about that and find some fucking mushrooms then." Katsuki shouted as the two happily returned to the task at hand. But Katsuki wondered to himself what that meant.

The three soon returned with the mushrooms, placed it on their tables, and split them into edible and poisonous piles. Of course it was a given that Deku would perfectly split his mushrooms into edible and poisonous piles but also into the kinds of side effects it would cause to the person eating them.

Katsuki was pretty sure Deku got perfect memory.

He recalled asking to Deku if he got a perfect memory quirk, only for Deku to tell him about a lot of pre-quirk people with perfect memory, perfect pitch, ability to tell what day a random date was, draw a scene from memory, and more all within human ability.

One or two was normal, a savant or a renaissance man type of person, but all of them?

Deku gave some historical person who had that skill and used that as proof it wasn't a quirk.

And it made sense, of course, if a skill or trait existed before the rise of quirks then it wasn't a quirk.

But sometimes, he got the feeling that Deku was overdoing at the whole being human part. Physically, he's as normal as anyone, if weak and compensating it for speed. Mentally, it felt too much to fit in a single kid that still acted like a kid.

Katsuki knew what teen geniuses were mostly like. Know-it-all wannabe grow ups all smug with their intelligence and lording it over their peers.

Deku was never like that.

But why…

The thoughts would annoy him as he focused on winning more patches.

Maybe petting Leo would help calm him down. Though Katsuki still couldn't tell why his parents brought the cat along.

Inko Midoriya

Inko watched her old friends having fun sparring with each other that night.

They managed to find an empty clearing away from her husband's watchful eye.

Inko sat down to look at the stars with a telescope as a cover up for her friends, nearby was the clanging of steel on steel, and the shouting of her friend's trainer.

Inko chuckled as she looked at the moon, recalling that night on the high school roof where she used her quirk beyond her limits, pulling at the strands of space-time to rescue Masaru.

Mitsuki confessed her feelings for him after that and the two became a couple.

The fact that Mitsuki confessed in that ridiculous frilly pink and white costume that night was just icing on the cake.

Inko was pretty sure she could do it again if she had to but she kept that to herself. Not even pulling atoms apart should be known to anyone else.

Could be her husband's paranoia but she knew how dangerous it would be for her and her family if anyone knew the lack of a lower limit of her quirk.

But tonight was for relaxing, for rest, for comfort.

"Widen your stance Mitsuki!" she heard the familiar voice shouted at the sparring couple.

"Shut the fuck up! We're suppose to be sparring in secret here!" Mitsuki shouted back.

"Dear, please," a clang of steel on steel, "focus on me."

"Eh, if you want, I'm happy to jump into your knight if it meant making you focus on your training."

"Don't you fucking dare you damn cat! If you do that again, who knows what fucking side effects it'll leave on Masaru!"

"I'm not gonna lick you on the cheek again." Masaru added as he brandished his sword before it was blocked by Mitsuki's staff.

Inko chuckled as she watched the two fight and argue.

At least they're using foam weapons, last thing anyone wanted was explaining to her husband about a fire or explosions away from Katsuki.

"Hey, auntie…"

Inko turned her head to see Katsuki looking at the general direction of where his parents were sparring. From what Leo told her, Katsuki wouldn't see them due to whatever quirk the cat has on people's perceptions.

"Stand still you motherfucker!"

"Good thing Katsuki's not around, cause that's definitely part of my job description!"

Inko's eyes widen in shock as she internally wondered and freaked out at what Katsuki might be seeing.

"... dinner's ready." Katsuki whispered before he turned around, covered his ears, and made noise to himself as he ran back to the cabin.

Inko stood up and walked to the clearing, ending the spar.

"Well, talk about dramatic since Katsuki just overheard you two shouting at each other."

The parents' faces went pale.

They turned to each other.

"FUCK!" they both shouted.

"Just to help calm me from that, what sort of illusion did you place to anyone else watching, Leo?"

"Eh, a forest and some shaking bushes."

Inko held back the urge to strangle the cat or shave his cat mane. Mitsuki, on the other than, went to shake Leo with her bare hands.

"What in the actual Fuck's name did 'make it look like we were having sex in the woods' a perfect cover up!?"

Masaru simply sheathed his cosplay foam long sword away. Mitsuki's staff vanished into soft firefly like lights before fading.

"You owe me a damn defucking of my son's head you damn cat!"

"Given that potty mouth of yours-" Mitsuki shook Leo a few more times.

Inko coughed to make her stop.

"Tsuki, that's animal abuse, and technically assault given that Leo is a quirk animal like Nedzu."

Inko ignored Leo's snicker at that.

"Either way, your son does have a strong influence from the Court of Storms. It is karma for dabbling with that court. I'm not surprised if he'll end up into a Storm Knight or something. He already got the destructive potential."

Mitsuki just dropped Leo.

"Shut the fuck up."

"Well, it's dinner time so we should get back." Inko said as Masaru gently picked Leo up.

Inko noticed that the sword was no longer around.

One of these days she's gonna figure out how Masaru did that trick.

Hisashi Midoriya

Hisashi placed the vat grown beef patty on the grill as he watched the kids heated their marshmallows on their sticks. Doppel was ready with the crackers, chocolate and plates.

Hisashi slathered the barbecue sauce on the patty as he saw Katsuki walked back to the campsite with wide eyes and fingers covering his ears.

"Kacchan! I got a smore ready for you." no response. "Uh, something wrong Kacchan?"

Katsuki just looked at Izuku and took a seat.

"Fucking parents acting like horny extras in a horror camp movie."

"... not one word Toga." Izuku said, stopping Toga as she opened her mouth. She closed it and pouted, turning back to her marshmallow.

"Well, that's an interesting way to keep a relationship burning. Wonder if it ended explosively." Hisashi said with a slightly malicious grin.

"D-Dad!" Izuku said with an embarrassed look.

"I'm not listening to this!" Katsuki said as he gotten up and headed to the cabin.

"Oh, tell Tenko that dinner's happening outside." Hisashi said as he flipped the patty.

"Yeah, yeah…" Katsuki muttered.

"Really Hisashi? A pun? That kind of pun?" Inko said as she walked into the camp area with Mitsuki, Masaru and Leo on Masaru's arms behind her.

"... Tell me if the cat was invited in that 'horny extras in a horror camp movie' scene."

Mitsuki found it hilarious, though whether it was the comment or the impressive shoe throw from Inko to his face, Hisashi could never tell.

In a couple of minutes, the three families ate their hamburgers and smores.

Katsuki Bakugou

Few hours later, Katsuki was sitting on the bench, watching the fire, trying to sear the memory of his parents acting like teens from his mind.

"So…" Toga started as she took a seat, the same with Deku, and Tenko who was forced to camp out with them. "How about a scary camping story by the fire?" she said as she turned on her flashlight below her face.

Well, replace one nightmare with another could work, as long as the two nightmares didn't combine into an even worse monstrosity.

"Eh, fuck it, sure."

They each told a story, usually bad attempts at making something creepy or just copying something they saw or heard. Toga went with an actual murder but gushed too much on the amount of blood the police found the body in to make it really creepy. Tenko went with something going on in the deep web that was more of a hacker story than a scary one. Katsuki easily beat them with his favorite creepypasta.

Then Deku started with his story.

Who decided to tell some weird as fuck dreams he sometimes get.

Deku closed his eyes, rested his hand on his chin to think, then began the tale.

"This dream felt the longest I ever had. I woke up in the center of a crater in a wasteland. My mind was a fog. I had no limbs, forced to crawl the barren wastes on my belly. I grew hungry and thirsty yet did not die.

In my wanderings, I saw a tree made of metal with gears for roots, pipes for branches, solar panels for leaves, and a fruit on top made of circuitry. I crawled up the tree for it, and when I reached for the metal fruit, I swallowed it whole. Then fell as the tree rusted and died.

My mind began to understand things as I saw the next tree and crawled towards it. The tree had algae and wood for roots, hairy, feathery, and scaly flesh for the trunk, limbs of all animals for branches, and on a human hand was a fruit made of brain matter. I crawled to reach for it, to fill me, but the tree fought back, shaking and throwing me away. But I persisted and leaped for the fruit and swallowed it whole. The tree wailed as it withered and died.

I landed on my back as my mind understood and I noticed my limbs once more. I then looked around and saw a third tree made of letters and numbers towering up towards the skies. I stood up, headed my way to the tree, and began to climb it to the top.

The climb was long and arduous as I hid from the broken things made of thought for I was driven by my hunger and thirst. As I climbed higher and higher, it became foggy when I reached a shattered gate. Inside was a rotting corpse of a giant and I partook in satisfying my hunger with its flesh and my thirst with its blood. I then take my seat on the being's throne, rested my shadowy hands on the arm rests, and looked down and saw the world, floating like a fruit, just waiting to grow ripe. I licked my lips as I waited and imagined how delicious that would be once it ripens."

There was a pause.

"And then I woke up and wrote it down in my dream journal."

Katsuki noticed Deku's posture was different, more confident and at ease, and not once did Deku opened his eyes.

"... That's it? That's not exactly scary there Izuku." Tenko asked.

"Well, it was a dream. Those never really make sense. It does felt like a build up to something but it ended that way." Deku yawned. "Well, night guys." he then went to his tent.

Deku went to look at Katsuki with a strangely knowing look despite his closed eyes, like he was internally laughing at them. Katsuki hated that feeling.

But unlike the rest, who went to tell another story, Katsuki noticed something when Deku slightly opened his eyes just for a moment. There was a green glow emanating from them.

Other than all that, Katsuki would say that the camping trip was interesting and fun.

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I was hoping to write the whole three days of camping but I took a break in the middle to focus on the play and when I came back, I lost what I was taking this chapter on beyond the fun typical camp stuff.

Here's some stuff that may or may not be added later on.

There's a reason for Izuku's blood being like that.

I might write the details of Inko, Mitsuki, and Masaru's high school scene later.

There was a couple other dreams I was hoping to use but instead those might be written in Izuku's story. Two of them was talked about in earlier chapters.